"So here we are in just two matches with OWA I am now in for a chance to earn myself of a championship title opportunity. In just two matches and unfortunately I've been on the receiving end of a loss with those matches, but it seems that I have impressed people. I have been thrown in to the "Keys To The Kingdom" match this week at Divine Retribution. Where the winner can trade in their win for a championship title match at any championship and at any time. Just saying that out loud seems to be a dream come true. But I know I have a tall order against me."

(Alex pauses)

"I know that I am against some of the best OWA has to offer. Some I even faced off last week in a tag team match. Jeff X and I was partners against Donny Dragon and Hans Olson. And even though myself and Jeff X came up short in that match. My eyes got opened a little more. I realised how much of a great athlete Hans Olson is and just imagine if he was in his prime. Then I realised how much of a sleaze Donny Dragon actually is. My eyes have been opened here in OWA and I'm ready for what's next."

(Alex smiles)

"And what's next is I'm up against five other competitors all itching and all wanting the same thing that I want and that is a chance at a championship. Jeff X, Reginald Dempshaw III, Donny Dragon, Hans Olson and Adelmar Sauer. I learned a little about Jeff-X in our tag team match and that is he is great in the ring, but always seems to flop at the big occasions. Jeff X you're not going to win this match. Far from it. Your gonna realise that your time here has been and gone. Jeff X you're gonna be watching me win this match."

(Alex smiles)

"Next we have is Hans Olson and Hans after our tag team match last week I respect the hell out of you dude. I respect everything you have done. But last week I had Jeff-X holding me back. I had to carry Jeff-X in our tag team match and Hans you're gonna realise how good I am when I haven't got anyone to carry. When I am against the world by myself I am the most dangerous animal around. That is what your gonna realise. And like I said before Hans, your body isn't up to scratch these days. I'm gonna target that neck."

(Alex pauses)

"Next we have is Reginald Dempshaw III a guy I haven't met or faced off yet. But Reginald allow me to introduce myself. I am Alex Scott. And yes I'm the future winner of the Keys to the Kingdom match and a future champion here in OWA. And you wanna know why? I believe in myself. I know my own ability and even though I've only had two matches here, I've not truly been able to show what I can do. Last week I was hand-cuffed to Jeff-X and his waste of space carcass. And the week before when I debuted against Moongoose McQueen I took him to the limit. That's what I do Reginald. I take people to their limits. And that's why your gonna know exactly who I am after I win this Keys to the Kingdom match."

(Alex smiles)

"Then we have is Donny Dragon. And Donny how stupid are you? Are you really that stupid to think that just after two losses in my short time here in OWA that I am out of my element. That I have hyped myself up so much to fall so quick and so easily?  One thing you need to know Donny is that I am a fighter. Since day one I have always fought for what I wanted. Since the minute I laced up my boots I knew I was better than most. But now in OWA  I'm gonna have to start proving that. In this keys to the kingdom match I'll do just that. Donny Dragon I'm walking out with those keys and the chance for a championship title match. No matter what I have to do in this match I will walk out with my head held high and my arms raised as winner. And when I look over your body after I throw it around like a rag-doll your gonna realise that I'm the future of OWA."

(Alex pauses)

"This keys to the kingdom match is an opportunity I've been waiting and it's an opportunity that I'm gonna grab with both hands and hold onto it. To all my opponents in this matchup you're in for a rude awakening once that bell rings. I will be the last-man standing."

(Scene ends)

I have said it countless times that Olympic and Professional Wrestling is different but man, I never thought I would find myself in kind of match like this. People call this match as The Keys To The Kingdom which is interesting because we have to climb up the ladder to retrieve the contract that’s hanging in the air. I’m going to be honest. This kind of my match isn’t my favourite type of matches. I prefer to wrestle in a normal match or a Submission match. But this match is promosing and whoever the winner is, will have a chance to go after a championship. My efforts and sacrifices will be worth it. This isn’t the time to back down. This is the time to climb up the ladder.

First off, I need to apologize to Jeff X. Jeff, I should have listened what you said a week ago. I should have listened to you NOT to trust Donny Dragon again. You’re a veteran in this business after all. I let my so-called friendship with Donny blinded me. But it is what it is and I took my punishment after all. I have no ill will towards you, Jeff, and I’m truly sorry for not listening to you last week, but I have to ask you this: Why did you walk away from our match last week? I mean, it was a smart move to not get yourself hurt because this match this week has something more important for all of us, but it could also goes without saying that you weren’t ready to step in against The Olympic Gold Medalist. But ok, it was last week and this week we’re going to meet again albeit with other competitors in this match. I won’t let you walk away again. Because to be honest with you, I want to go toe to toe against you. I want you and me have our one on one match moment. If I have to throw you away from the ladder, I definitely will. Not just to you Jeff, but to everyone else as well. Maybe I’m just too fired up because you’re someone who has been around in this business for a long time and I’m very exited to go up against you, again. Believe me when I say this, you and I, can steal the show together.

From one apology to another. Alex Scott, I have to apologize to you as well. You were a victim of my wrath last week. To be honest, it didn’t make any difference to me whether I had to pin or submit you or Jeff actually. I just wanted to win the match. I mean, it’s what everyone wants to do isn’t it? It’s just unfortunate that Jeff decided to walk away and letting you to do all the work by yourself. You were the legal man and I had to do my job to score a victory. From what I’ve seen and experienced, you does have a bright future here, Alex. Your speed and agilty are top notch and to be honest, this kind of match is an advantage for you. I can’t really tell what you will do with ladders and you’ll shock me and everyone else in this match. You haven’t scored a victory yet but you have a chance to win your first ever match in this PPV. Come to think of it, Alex, if you win this match, you’ll have an opportunity to trade in your victory for a championship opportunity. What a way to score your first victory isn’t it? You have a chance to create a history but I want to win this match as well. I want this unique opportunity to make a name for myself. I mean, I’m an Olympic Gold Medalist, but OWA is my first ever Wrestling company that I work for. It goes without saying that I have no accomplishment yet in this sport. And whether you like it or not, I’m going to win a championship here sooner rather than later. I’m going to take that opportunity by winning this match. No offence, Alex, but if I have to hurt you again, then I certainly will do so. It’s nothing personal, it’s just bussiness.

Now, I have heard what Reginald Dampshaw III said about me and first, I have to say thank you. I appreciate what everything you have said about me and I have to say that you were the better man when we faced off a few weeks ago. You beat me fair and square and that’s something I have to accept. You’re a great wrestler, Dampshaw. I have heard every bad critiques towards you and to be honest with you, I refused to join the choir even before I suffered my defeated to you. You’re a real deal and you are certainly a future OWA World Champion. I think highly of you and I want you to go as far as possible. Believe me when I say that. Although it’s funny when you said you want to take my gold medals and melts them down. Why? You beat me, The Olympic Gold Medalist fair and square in one on one match, but what’s your problem with my gold medals? Is it because you never won one? I find it funny that you want to take something precisious to me. If you’re looking for a trouble, I’ll be glad to give you one. I’ll be glad to give you a hard time. You won’t be able to climb up the ladder when I snap your ankle. Let’s see how arrogant you are when you scream in pain, Dampshaw. Let’s see if you can still think that you’re immortal. You’re a human, just like I am. You’re not a comic book character and we don’t live in a fantasy land. I mean sure, I accepted the fact that you beat me once and even if I’m the one who’ll win this match, I still can’t say I beat you directly. But I guess this is the point of this match. Just to prove who wants this more. Play time is over and I want to win this match.

Now, Adelmar Sauer. I don’t know much about you, personality wise, but in the ring, you are a monster. You’re the tallest and biggest man in this match which will give you an advantage. You also beat Dampshaw, someone who beat me fair and square. It goes without saying that you have two advantages over me. If this is one on one match situation, I’m clearly the underdog one between two of us. But I don’t want to give up and surrender so easily. I think all of us want to win this match because of a promising opportunity. I know you will not stop but I’m not a quitter myself. I mean sure, Olympic and Pro Wrestling are two different sports. I have said this countless times because of my own experiences. But I won a Gold Medal with a Broken freakin Neck. It should be loud and clear enough that how much of a fighter I am. It’s not about the size of the dog, but it’s about the size of the fight in the dog. My raw power is nothing compare to yours and I’m not even sure if I can call myself a Power-House, but I know I’ll be able to throw you away from the ladder. I know I’m strong enough to go toe to toe against you. I just hope you have a strong will to win this match because I know how much I want to win this match. All of us might even form a temporary alliance to get rid you away because you’re the biggest man in this match. I mean, it always happen everytime a giant is involved in Multi-Man match. I have no problem with it myself because I have to take any advantages as much as possible. This is just a fair warning after all, I hope you’ll be ready for this match, Adelmar.

I think you know why I’m saving you for the last, Donny Dragon. I’m really pissed off for what you did to me. You stabbed me in the back and decided to beat me up with James Anderson together. I get it. You have been friends with James for a long time and he wants to get rid of me so bad despite I have never have an issue with him, but the fact and the matter is, I’m still here and I’m ready to return the favor in this match. I know, you beat me in a fair manner once but you said it yourself last week that you could feel my wrath. You know how much I want to kill you and I’m glad that you see me as a killer so if you think you can still use the same formula to take me down like you did in our one on one match weeks ago, then you’re wrong. You’re going to be in a state of shock, Jack. I do want to get my hands on you so bad, Donny, I really do. My blood is boiling right now but to tell you the truth, I’m focusing myself for this match because this match has something in the line which looks promising and I’m going to use everything I have in my arsenal to win this match, including my anger. I do think you’re a great wrestler though and I will never changed my opinion on that one, and I do think that you’ve set me on the right path as a wrestler but don’t think too much credit for yourself, Donny. I was the one who finish the job last week. I was the one who had my hands dirty in order for us to win this match. You said it yourself that I’m an exceptional technician and you know how I look you as a wrestler, but you just added the fire to the gasoline. I’m just a dynamite right now. I never say that you are a bad human, Donny, you are just a bad friend and I will definitely try to hurt you as much as possible. 

But this is a multi-man match with something on the line. My best interest is to win this match, not to get my real revenge on you, Donny, not trying to prove I’m the better man than Dampshaw as well, not trying to outwrestle Adelmar like in one on one match, and not showing any mercy to Jeff and Alex despite I have no problem with them. My focus is just to climb up the ladder to take what’s mine: Keys To The Kingdom.

Oh It’s True! It’s Damn True!

Six Years Ago.


Shinagawa, Tokyo, Japan


Revolution Arts Wrestling Dojo.

(Young Lion Kevin Maverick is laying in his bed at the RAW Dojo dormitories. With an arm draped over his eyes, he attempts to block out the sounds around him. His body is in aching pain from the stress of daily training, but he attempts to block out the pain with thoughts of home and one person in particular…)

Male Voice: ..Still thinking about her?

(Kevin turned his head to find his roommate and “running buddy” Moongoose McQueen finishing his push-ups.)

Kevin Maverick: Thinking about who?

Moongoose McQueen: That girl you have five hundred and something photos of in your phone gallery. I take it she’s the same chick you’ve been stalking on Facebook.

Kevin Maverick: Dude. Did you hack into my phone?

Moongoose McQueen: Why would you assume that?

Kevin Maverick: Because you’ve done it before.

Moongoose McQueen: Me? But I’m you friend! Your good ‘ol buddy and pal-

Kevin Maverick: Who almost got me knifed by a yakuza.

Moongoose McQueen: Okay so my Japanese isn’t the best! But what I meant to ask him was ‘where’s the sporting goods store?’ I can’t help it if he heard that as ‘we will hunt you for sport!’

Kevin Maverick: Dude...really? Ugh.

Moongoose McQueen: Anyway, enough about that. What’s up with this girl back home? What’s her name?

Kevin Maverick: (sighs) Ishita. Someone I went to high school and college with.

Moongoose McQueen: (sits down) Oh! The pre-med chick right? What she’s up to?

Kevin Maverick: …

Moongoose McQueen: Come on! You can tell your old friend ‘Queenie!

Kevin Maverick: In forty-eight hours she’s going to give her hand in marriage…

Moongoose McQueen: And you’re not crashing the wedding why…?

Kevin Maverick: Her family doesn’t want her marrying someone like me, man.

Moongoose McQueen: Das racist!

Kevin Maverick: It’s a money thing, a class thing.

(Kevin Maverick sits up)

Kevin Maverick: According to Mr. Singh, I’m not good enough for his daughter. I never was.

(Kevin climbs off the bed and walks towards a mirror.)

Kevin Maverick: Whatever his expectations are, I’m going to surpass them.

Moongoose McQueen: And then you get the girl?

Kevin Maverick: It’s too late for that. It’s not about her anymore, it’s about me fulfilling my own destiny. I came here to push myself to the limit, It’s not only about being the best wrestler in the world...but the greatest showman. And once I reach the top...nobody will underestimate me ever again.

Moongoose McQueen: You’re getting kind of intense there.

Kevin Maverick: These are intense times, Moonie. When the universe pushes you…

(Kevin turns around)

Kevin Maverick: You punch it in the fucking face.



Step into the spotlight.

(The camera opens to darkness, minus a single spotlight over The Greatest Showman himself, seated on a stool. He looks deep in thought as he looks down, rubbing his chin. He’s fiddling around with a set of wooden beads around his wrist. His eyes look lost for a moment before he begins to speak.)

You ever wanted something so bad, it ached at your heart? You ever feel like nothing else matters except that one thing...that one obsession that drives you wild and directs every action, every instinct inside of you? That’s my relationship with the art of competition. It speaks to me...guides me from challenge to challenge. She is my muse, my one true love. Before her, there was another...but that is long behind me. Lady Competition wants me to seek out only the worthy; those who know what it means to give everything to this business. The man they call Layne Kurobane is such an individual. The art of wrestling just oozes from his pores! He is the embodiment of grappling pedigree, a master class of technicality, a modern day Spartan! Who just so happens to the OWA Spartan Champion. He’s not the man I’m looking for, but he’s the one I need. Why? Because other than Allesandro Devione, there’s no other man on the roster other than myself who takes so much pride in their craft! Kurobane is like a potter carver, who molds the ring to his liking. The Showman face-to-face with The Artist. You know why I chose you Layne - it’s no secret. Your Spartan title is a bullhorn, a megaphone to get the attention of the man I really want - the son of Kevin Devastation. I understand completely if you feel insulted - i would too in your position. But there are some things more important than your pride, Kurobane. Things...like my destiny to be the face of OWA’s Cruiserweight division. There’s a lot of people on our roster who can flip, fly, and the like, but has no idea why we do what we do. I make it my mission, my purpose to show the world what it means to win the fight AND the crowd at the same time. This is my show, my battlefield, and unfortunately when I drew the line, you just happened to be  standing in the middle. A victim of happenstance, a bystander caught in the shoulder by a stray bullet. That’s what you are to me right now, Layne. And as you fight for your life, as you crawl away struggling for survival I walk forward. And as I close in...I raise my hand..

(Kevin raises a hand and makes a gun gesture)

Fix my sights…

(He pulled back his thumb)

And pull the trigger. Two shots in the chest, one in the head. That’s a triple threat for you, fam. And once you’re down I go for the kill confirm - cutting your throat with my Butterfly Edge. This is war young Spartan, but you’re not my sworn enemy. Just a midboss I need to get through as I make my way down the Northern Crater to face off against Sephiroth - a false prophet who thinks his bloodline gives him the privilege of owning the world. He has what I want, my goddamn birthright. Along the way i lost to Keelan Callihan and Aria Jaxon, but I’ll deal with them later down the line. Right now it’s you and Devione. On Sunday I take your Spartan Championship and use it as a chip to play my hand against the false god. I beat him and take his belt. And with both the Spartan and Cruiserweight Championships over my shoulder, I walk down king’s Road to accomplish an achievement I’ve already unlocked.

I defrost The Iceman...again.

If it’s not him but Jaxon or McAdams, then I dethrone The Queen, or Brexit my foot up Jon’s ass. Ever since my loss at The Clash of Champions I’ve been taken as a joke, a sideshow people can see and be like “oh look, it’s one of those diving flipping guys!” I’m no sideshow Kurobane - I’m a goddamn trendsetter who will get his by any means. Now maybe I’m coming off a little dark, but after I defeated Scott Oasis with my own hands in an OPENER match! Back when I was overseas all i heard about was how awesome these former elite guys were, how talented the OWA roster is, and how dangerous the now defunct SSW alumni are! But riddle me this Kurobane…

Who the FUCK is the dangerous one around here!? Who the hell should I be scared of!? I’ll admit - Aria and Keelan caught me off guard. They are as talented as they say they are...but I’m right there with them. I’m right there with you too, fam. I’m walking around with my metaphorical bat, ready to strike at the hornet’s nest, doing what I want, when I please. I may sound like the villain, but I can assure thee that’s not my intention. I’m just consumed by the spirit of Her Grace, Lady Competition. After all, wasn’t you the one looking for competition? Word on the street is that Mr. Devione was asked to meet with you, but after losing to Billy Lee Wild, I’m sure his punk ass is dodging the bookers like they’re 5-O. (laughs) How ironic...that the man i couldn’t beat doesn’t want to fight the man who lost to the man I beat on a random Monday night. This degree of separation has taken an interesting turn, something I’m willing to gamble a title shot on. You say that every match you’ve had you treated like the one I had with Scott Oasis…

Except for the one you had with Scott Oasis. Weird, huh?

You asked if I know why you’re the champ and I’m the challenger, and the only answer I can think of is “I wasn’t here.” I wasn’t here to beat you to the punch, Kurobane. I wasn’t here to reign as Spartan Champ. I wasn’t here to defeat Scott Oasis and become a double champion at Clash of the Titans. I wasn’t here to do the job YOU were supposed to accomplish. That is why you’re the champ, and I’m the challenger: because I wasn’t around to successfully seize the opportunities you failed to take. You say that I’m not good enough, but it’s going to take more than wishful thinking than to Little-Engine-That-Could your way out of this, Kurobane. You may “think you can”, but thinking is different from knowing. I KNOW I can beat you. This isn’t a shonen anime - I will expose you in front of a live studio audience.  

Listen, I respect you too fam. You’ve made a name for yourself and made the Spartan title a household name, but your services are no longer needed. This energy I’m bringing to the table isn’t a form of disrespect. You’ve been a true champion through and through. During the post-match press conference, I’ll be more than willing to talk about how good of a competitor you are, and how I respect your hustle, and etc. I don’t see the Spartan Championship as anything less than the Cruiserweight Championship - it’s not a priority for me at the moment. This is just a ticket to redemption so I can prove to myself that I’m better than Allesandro Devione. But don’t you fret, my friend. I’ll carry the Spartan Championship with the same respect you did. Hell, I’ll even allow a rematch clause. But, whatever happens next, it’s only preceded by one moment: Me taking away your title. You’ll give me the fight of my life Layne, but my purpose is ironclad at this point. Divine Retribution is about me getting to where I need to be to fulfill my destiny. As for you? 

Welcome to the timeline where the hero is defeated, Link.

Friday, November 17, 2000.


Rancho Cucamonga, CA.



(It’s a quiet evening at the Wild household as 12-year-old Billy and 8-year-old Jimmy sit in front of the television, watching an episode of Friday Night No Mercy. They were looking forward to the upcoming Battlefield pay-per-view for NMW, where Naheem and Christian Bogard would challenge Rage and Krazy Kid for their NMW Tag Team Championships. At the moment, the Bogard brothers were being interviewed.)

Young Billy Wild: Man! This is so cool! Naheem and Christian is putting their beef aside to fight Rage and Krazy Kid!

Young Jimmy Wild: Didn’t they reveal that Rage and Krazy Kid were brothers too?

Young Billy Wild: They did! So we’ll get to see who’s the greatest brotherly tag team of all time!

Young Jimmy Wild: Do you think that’ll be us one day?

(Billy Wild stood up in front if the television with his hands on his hips.)

Young Billy Wild: You gosh darn right that’s going to be us! Billy and Jimmy - The Wild Boys front and center before the world as the undisputed tag team champions!

Young Jimmy Wild: Yeah!

Naheem Bogard’s Voice: WE WANT THE GOLD SUCKA! KRAZY KID! WE COMING FOR YOU N---A!!

Young Billy/Jimmy Wild: O.O!!!!


“And on that day we decided to never curse on live television.”

(The camera opens to Billy and Jimmy wild eating at their local Applebee’s. 

Billy Wild: (munching) You see, there more to being a wrestling superstar than talking trash on the mic.

Jimmy Wild: (munching) Like telling kids to not do drugs and super kicking your opponents in the face before allowing them to finish their sentence.

Billy Wild: (swallows) Right! I mean I could put on a pair of shades and talk about how I’m gonna whoop this guy Bull’s keister.

Jimmy Wild: Or how we’re going to get the drop on Auntie Tarah…

Billy Wild: But we won’t. Because it’s Auntie Tarah!

Jimmy Wild: The one who taught us how to do a superkick!

Billy Wild: Yahtzee! I always told her she should go back to that instead of the Crazed Daze. Man, the three of us had some good times traveling along the indies.

Jimmy Wild: Yeah, man. You know what’s funny? Everyone assumes our training started with Stephanie Matsuda.

Billy Wild: (shakes his head) Master Splinter was the one who refined our fighting technique. Before that, we learned from picking things up along the way.

Jimmy Wild: Well you did go to that five-week class.

Billy Wild: “Learn the basics with Jack Action!” (laughs)

Jimmy Wild: (laughs) I still can’t believe you was taught how to wrestle by a guy who called himself that. Wasn’t he a history teacher too?

Billy Wild: Substitute history teacher. And a volunteer firefighter. I think he was a bartender on the weekends at some dive bar. He also helped out at our church. Remember the guy Grandma Jackson was yelling at? “That boy ain’t got no damn sense!” (laughs) Good times. Her grand daughter was so little then…

Jimmy Wild: Now she’s on the road to Final Destination.

Billy Wild: Kween.

Jimmy Wild: Kween.

(Both brothers pause for a moment while eating their food)

Billy Wild: To be honest, we’ve met a lot of this OWA guys before our come up. And some even before theirs.

Jimmy Wild: Like for instance, we first met Keelan on the indies when Steph was his valet. Lo and behold, she was the same woman who made us into the formidable fighting force that we are today. That joshi training yo.

Billy Wild: Indeed. I guess what we’re trying to say is that we spend years training to get to this level. We taught ourselves how to be strong, to never give up, and keep on fighting no matter what. We were raised by a hardworking man who owns his own lumber business. His wife - our beautiful mother - is a retired nurse.

Jimmy Wild: A very underappreciated job by the way. Nurses are the backbone of America.

Billy Wild: The only ones “ making America great again.”

Jimmy Wild: Now, now Billy, you’re being political again…

Billy Wild: Ah, yes. Thanks for the heads up. Anyways, through trial and tribulation my brother and I had each other’s back. We traveled the world, fighting anyone who thought blood was thicker than water. And when we did meet another pair of siblings, we always came off on top. It takes more than being related in order to function as a cohesive unit. It takes years of experience, fight together, traveling together, reading each other’s signals, etc. It gets to the point where we think the same, both in and out of the ring. We look at life the same. Like for instance…

(Two young women sit at the table, each one next to Billy and Jimmy.)

Billy Wild: We met our girlfriends around the same time.

Jimmy Wild: Yes ladies and gentlemen, your boys grew into men! For fifteen years we’ve been killing it night after night, since hosting shows in our own backyard! These days, my brother and I have been thinking a lot about the future. Part of the reason why we came here to OWA is to establish a legacy. Sure we’ve made names for ourselves across the indies, but OWA is the fastest growing promotion in the world!

Billy Wild: In fact we choose this over EWC - the pinnacle of worldwide wrestling by the way - but we want to be part of something that’s growing. We want to lend our talents to revitalizing a tag scene that before we arrived, was dead to rights.

Jimmy Wild: And as good Auntie Tarah and Bull Connors are, they don’t have the tag team experience we do. Would they kick our asses one-on-one? I wouldn’t put it past them. But, we trained ourselves to be the perfect tag team. We don’t even have to say a word - we can read each other’s signals and know what’s up. We’re probably the most effective fighting force the world has seen and we’re willing to bet dollars to donuts that nobody in this industry can touch us! After all, since our arrival here in OWA, we’ve been undefeated - both in tag and singles. We dominated when we were in NEO, we kicked ass overseas in RAW and NJW! We fought our way through Britain and held our own in Mexico! As good as the two of you claim to be Auntie Tarah, there’s no way in heck we’ll allow a team that was born yesterday get one over the almighty Boys of Wild! We fought too hard for too long, and we make it an imperative to take things to the next level!

Billy Wild: Maybe we haven’t heard much from you guys because you think you have this in the bag. You did overcome Heart and Seoul and the Dollhouse, right? Two teams that we can beat in our sleep. We took our Maggall and Nolan, and I beat the Cruiserweight champion himself dead center in the middle of the ring! It wouldn’t be wise to underestimate us Tarah and Bull…

Jimmy Wild: You call yourselves Killer Alpha Squad, but we are the OMEGA of this tag division. We’re the final bosses of this game. And not just any easy to beat enemy from today’s generation, but the unbeatable pain in the ass kind from the classic Nintendo days.

Billy Wild: Fighting us is like playing Contra - impossible to beat.

Jimmy Wild: Unless you cheat…

(Jimmy takes out an old school Game Genie from his pocket.)

Jimmy Wild: We got that on lock too.

Billy Wild: So whatever you have to say, whatever you do tomorrow night…

Jimmy Wild: Been there.

Billy Wild: Done that.

Jimmy Wild: Beat it.

Billy Wild: We came to OWA to kick ass and take names. We want the the gold, sucka!

Jimmy Wild: Tarah Nova.

Billy Wild: Bull Connors. 

Jimmy Wild: We coming for you-

Billy Wild: Insert racially insensitive word here.


(The camera pulls away as The Wild Boys turn their attention to their girlfriends as the camera fades.)

Boring.
You're boring.
Boring.
You're boring.





"Enjoy the finer things while you can.


Tomorrow, your bust goes on my mantle."

Donny Dragon and James Anderson come through the curtain, James is laughing and has his arm around Donny’s shoulder. Donny has a slight look of remorse on his face, a look that’s quickly washed away when he sees Nate Cage.
 
“Donny, tonight was the start of our campaign. Divine Retribution will be the night Ground Zero arrives. I will end my sister’s petty uprising, and you…you will become the first man to hold the Keys to the Kingdom.”
 
I…I won’t let you down, Nate.
 
Donny is sitting in the Ground Zero barracks, the location of which is still classified. It is your typical military décor, not too dissimilar from the Wolvesden barracks. Donny is lying in his bunk, restless and wide awake. James Anderson is soundly asleep in the opposite bed.
 
James? Pst, James.
 
“Huh…I…wha?”
 
I’m heading out for a bit.
 
“No I…I didn’t ask for a double…zzzzzz…”
 
Donny heads out into the dead of night. The Ground Zero compound is a foreboding place, nothing but concrete and steel. A light can be seen emanating from Nate’s office, he seems to never sleep. Donny decides to pace around the courtyard, shadow boxing. A group of soldiers on night watch duty salute as they see him, but he’s not paying much attention.
 
Gotta stay focused, gotta be the strongest, the fastest.
 
 
 
 
 
It’s the next day, Donny is sitting on the edge of his bunk, deeply thinking, before looking directly at the camera.
 
I don’t think I’m a bad person, I think I’m a man who does what he has to to survive. I have to look at the road ahead, I have to weigh up my options. Hans, I’m sorry that things went the way they did between us. I’ve always valued our friendship, but it’s Ground Zero first, always. James is right, it’s kill or be killed. And you’re definitely a killer. I felt good, going out there in that tag match and watching you get your first win. Even if it took you having to team up with me to do it. Consider it a gift, a freebie. I’ve always wanted you to do well and I feel like I’ve set you on that path.
 
As for my path? It runs through the Keys to the Kingdom. An opportunity like no other in OWA. Once you get it, you’ve gotta string those wins together to get better and better opportunities. And if there’s one thing I’ve done that nobody else in this match has done, it’s get win after win after win! Four in a row now. If I had the keys, I’d be qualified for a world title shot by now! OWA have lined em up and I’ve knocked em down! What’s one more win to me? Just another day at the office, I say!
 
And what about the field in this match? A rogues gallery, comprised mostly of guys I’ve already defeated. First up, there my old buddy Adele, the big ol’ German manbaby. How you doing there, Adele? Seems like losing to me in your debut didn’t exactly set you on the best path. You’re what, 1-3 right now? Who started that? Was it…was it me? I think it was, you know. You talked and talked about your respect for the ring crap and I knocked you out cold with a knee to the face. My first victim. You couldn’t beat Jeff, you couldn’t beat Aria, who have you beat? RD3? That man's so cuckoo, I don't even know if he knows he's a wrestler.

Speaking of Reggy, he's the only guy here that I’ve not had the displeasure of crossing paths with. So, Reg, you like crazy talk, huh? Make sure you’ve got your head screwed on tight so that you can listen to me for a while. I ain’t really got much beef with you, sure you’ve had your run-ins with Nate, but I’m pretty sure everyone has at this point. He’s quite fond of making enemies. You’re a hell of a fighter, I’ll give you that. You’re tough, determined, and downright nasty. I just…I can’t take a man like you seriously. You know you’re off your rocker when a guy with a dragon living inside of him thinks you’re a bit much. You talk in riddles and refuse to acknowledge your failures, sounds like the actions of a loser to me. You dance around everything you’ve done wrong, in the hopes that nobody will remember that you’re just a reliable performer and nothing more. You’re kinda like Jeff, I suppose, got a few nice wins but not a lot that’s stuck. I mean, you beat Jon McAdams recently, I guess that’s pretty cool. But Jon’s become a gatekeeper at this point, Reg. Beating him’s just a right of passage now. Nate did it way back when, Aria’s probably gonna do it as well. I wouldn’t hang your hat on it.
 
And that brings me around to Jeffy boy, it’s nice to see you in this match as well. How many more opportunities is this company gonna give you, before they realise you’re never delivering? You were in War Games and lost. You were in the Clash and lost. This is just the same old story for little old Jeff. Another shot, another loss. It’s your defining attribute man, lose lose lose lose lose. You wanted to talk shit about me and you lost. And you can talk all you want about how you were “right” and how you warned Hans not to trust me, but the truth is I don’t care. I chose my brothers, and everyone knew that that was what I’d do when push came to shove. In this match, I’d love to win by taking you out specifically. Hey, maybe I can put that on my list of goals. You’ve already been put in your place by one Ground Zero member, why not double up?

I don't really know how much more I can say about Hans Olsen. You probably wanna kill me and that's fair, but I know how to beat you and I know that you're only coming into this match with a W because of me. As much as I respect you, I know that I'm better and the proof's there in black and white. You're an exceptional technician, but this is a six-pack challenge, it's an environment where people like me thrive. There's chaos all around and I just have to keep on laying down the hurt until somebody doesn't get back up. If you try too hard to take me out, that person might just be you, Hans. Don't make this any harder than it has to be, buddy.

What else am I looking at? Alex Scott? The kid who’s 0-2 after hyping himself up so much? Do us all a favour man and stay home for this one. You’re only gonna be a punching bag for everyone else. This might as well be a contest to see who can pin you first. You talked a big game and it didn’t work for ya. I don’t know if you’re capable of understanding this business yet, but losing right out of the gate is the best way to get nowhere real fast. The fact my climb up the card is even associated with your name makes me kinda nauseous. Every time I look at the keys after my win, I’ve gotta be reminded of the fact that you’re one of the guys I took out to get em. You think I like that? You think I want to think about you at any point of the damn day? I’d rather go back to Japan and gouge out that guy’s-
 
 
 
 
Works for me. Alex, you’re out of your element dude. Even if by some miracle, you managed to win, what the hell would you do with a title opportunity at your feet? I’m tryna picture you in a match with Scott Oasis and it’s making me laugh up a storm. You’d get snapped in half like a twig and never even show your face again. How’d you even get here without going through OWT? What security checkpoint did you sneak through to start being put in big matches? I might have to do a bit of digging, you even being here seems suspect.
 
Point is, everybody I’m sharing the ring with on Sunday – aside from the crazy dude – is somebody who I’ve beat. You’ve all met the wrath of Donny Dragon and fallen by the wayside. Now, all I have to do is beat one of you again to get what’s coming to me. That’s it, win one match that’s populated with goddamn losers and to the victor go the spoils. Can’t say I’m too worried, obviously, you’re all still obstacles that I have to get past…and it isn’t lost on me that you all probably want a bit of revenge on the guy who beat you all. Thing is, you can all come at me and the result will stay the same. Your arms and legs will be torn apart, and I’m gonna take them as trophies to commemorate my triumph. You ain’t gotta like it, you’ve just gotta accept it.
 
Donny nods, satisfied with his self-pep talk. He gets up off of his bunk and heads out.

(Camera show Moongoose in a dark hazy room with a single light shining over head. He shakes his glass of scotch, swirling the ice as he takes a sip before placing it on the table before him and looking towards the camera.)

I got 99 problems, but Layne Kurobane ain’t one of them. The last time I fought for a world championship was almost three-fourth of a decade ago, and you’re probably wondering, why now? After all, the way I got Scott Oasis to accept this match was simply forcing his hand into it. I knew if I kept poking, he’ll eventually have enough and give up just about anything and everything to get his hands on me. After all, if there is something about being a “world champion,” there is no such thing as a humble or modest one. After all, every world champion has an ego; it’s warranted. You just say the right words and next thing you know, you have a title shot. Wouldn’t you say that is more or less exactly what Kevin did to you?
 
I mean, the man got under your skin by simply saying, “The Spartan Championship isn’t worth it to me.” And already, he got you. And he got you good. And in a way, I got you too in the most subtle way possible. By having absolutely no interest in facing you for THAT title. Why not, you ask? The Spartan Title can mean more opportunities down the line?! The Spartan title can mean a spot on every show? The Spartan title can get you recognized for your hard work!!  But yet look at you. Talking about how the spot you are at simply isn’t enough. After all, the mid-tier championship are nothing more but purgatory, and in your currently situation, Layne, I’d assume you are questioning your place. I mean, did the Spartan Championship help Scotty Adams or Monolith get that world title? No. Granted, I’ve give credit where credit is due and admit you came the closest, but how unfortunate for you to lose to a man who essentially got that match with you almost as if the guy in charge picked a name out of a hat, and that is the man that is your world champion. Ah yes, Scott Oasis. My opponent for Divine Retribution.
 
But doesn’t that annoy you more? I mean, it was YOUR road to stardom. It was your opportunity to move up, but of course shit happened and next thing you know, you are facing a man that I have been toying with for the past few weeks, losing at every  game I’ve put him through, …. And you lost. I’d like to think you would agree with me on this, yet, “I’m the problem.” You sure? You sure it’s not everything else around here? You sure the problem isn’t the fact that the Spartan Title doesn’t get the recognition it “deserves?” You sure the problem isn’t the fact that you, a mid-card champion got pushed too quickly into the main event scene? Or maybe the problem is just you, Layne.
 
I mean, it’s quite unfair to say guys like Kevin and I are the problem, when I’m convinced titles like the Spartan Title are a big ole waste of time and not worth it. But you know the old saying, It’s not about the title, it’s about the man holding the title. And quite frankly, Layne, I think you are too good for it. I think you are above the level of what the Spartan Championship is meant to represent, and you are a fool to think just because you have it, people will line up to face you for it. There are people like me who are smart enough to know they are better than that. Hell, I say this with absolute certainty. I am better than the OWA World Championship. And like I said. It’s not about the title. It’s about the man holding it, and while I don’t agree with Kevin’s notion that the cruiserweight title means anything.
 
How can I be the problem if I have never been given a proper opportunity to be the solution? You won the Spartan Championship and you honestly thought it was all uphill from there, but it isn’t. It’s a place holder because not everyone can fight for the bigger prize, but even then, the championship has always been nothing more than a reminder of how good I was, and what has that done for me? As I said, the last time, I fought for a world championship was 2012. I defended that title, and was never given another opportunity despite being a great champion. Back then, I was just like you and everyone else, hoping to hold it as long as possible, giving the best performance I could and proving why I was the top guy of the business. But afterwards, I truly believed in the kindness of my heart that others should have the opportunity to do the same. I’ve chosen to decline opportunities. I have not asked for a world title shot since, 3 weeks ago. And it’s not because I want to be the OWA World Champion.
 
No, I said it already. I want to main event at Final Destination, and I said I would get there by any means necessary, and how can you blame me for Oasis making it so easy for me to come this close to getting just that? And look at you, Layne. You had that shot but a month ago, and you dropped it. And now, that Spartan Championship has done nothing but hold you back, after all, Layne, you are now officially nowhere near that main event spot at Final Destination, and this, Layne, is why I, Kevin, and most people don’t want to face you. Beating you adds nothing to what my true intentions are, and that is to take something so precious from a man that I loathe. That’s right, I didn’t just want to simply step aside and let people seize their moment, and continue to do what I do to prove that I can take it away. And Layne, I hope you know that when I don’t want to face you for that Spartan Championship, I don’t do it because I’m afraid I can’t beat you. I don’t do it because I feel you deserve to hold on to it longer. I do it to condemn you in your current place. On paper, it makes sense for me to face you for the title, but the sad truth is, it makes more sense for me to gun after Scott Oasis, because he is a prime example of what I think the problem with OWA is.
 
See, you and I aren’t that different. We see a problem, we want to confront it. Yet I can’t help but feel like Scott Oasis has rattled you. He has shaken your core, your faith. Heck, I bet that smoothie doesn’t taste as good as it use too. Oh how sad that the honeymoon phase of being that Spartan Champion is almost over, before you realize you’re just stuck with it. Believe me, I’ve been there. Done that. You just get… bored, desperate for any kind of attention or competition. You want…. The fire.
 
But the thing about fire is, you and I don’t quite see it the same way. You constantly believe fire to be a threat. Something only capable of destruction, but is it not fire that illuminates the darkness? Is it not fire that brings warmth to the cold? Is it not fire that adds to the meals we consume and play’s devils advocate to the spices of life? Granted, you aren’t wrong. Fire burns and destroys, but some of us, like the fire. Some of us love the chaos and destruction. Some of us have to use it as a weapon, after all, Layne, isn’t that what we both want? To be able to bring out the best out of our opponents by lighting the flames. But alas, I look at you, and I don’t feel the heat. You don’t radiate as much as you use to. Perhaps a month ago or so, I would had enjoyed the idea of facing you, not for that worthless title, but just a match in general. But it would appear that you … bring nothing out of me, and for that, I don’t apologize for not being as eager to face you. If anything, you should apologize to me. It’s not me, it’s you. You simply don’t ignite me.
 
Throughout my career, I have set aside to let guys like you prove their worth, when I’ve always had the ability to say the right things and get to the right places. But you know, the old me just wanted to have fun, and do my own thing without having to bare the responsibility of being THE top star at all. I got through the later years of my career bringing laughter and cheers to my fans, but what can I say? Resentment can cause anyone to snap, and Layne, you have only just begun to understand that. I’ve been burdened by it for almost a decade and now is the proper time for me to unleash it upon the world.  Just be lucky that the Spartan Championship is so far off from my radar, I’m not taking it out on you. You saw what I’ve done to Scott Oasis. I have barely begun to scratch the surface of what I can do to him.
 
You want that challenge? Fine. When I’m the OWA Champion, challenge me. Do it like that punk Kevin did to you. But you don’t need to say anything else. You don’t need to try to provoke me like I did Scott Oasis. After Divine Retribution, just ask, Put that headband on, take a big gulp of that smoothies, and muster up the words, “can I have a shot at your title?” And there won’t be a “I’ll think about it.” It will be a “Yes” because in the end, I don’t give a crap what is your reasoning to face me. It could be about me, it could be about the title. It could be about the god damn main event at Final Destination. I will accept, simply because I enjoy being responsible for guys like you go up in flames. I enjoy being that person that makes you doubt and question your abilities. I enjoy making the lives of other a living hell, and Layne, you’re about to get a small taste of just that this Tuesday. The only question is, can you handle the heat? Will you step up and challenge me properly? Or are you just going to choose to stay comfortable where you, just waiting for the next challenger to come along. How pathetic? I don’t follow guys like you. I lead and I’m doing just that. I won’t be the problem of OWA. I will be the solution. I will get rid of Scott Oasis and I will be the one to dictate the direction that this company moves towards. Not you. Not Scott. ME!
At Divine Retribution, I will burn Kingdom down, rid it of all it’s sin and from the ashes, I will rise and bring it to salvation.  I’m not the Moongoose McQueen you’ve faced before. Now, I come baring glorious  purpose, and the sad reality of it all, Layne. Nowhere does it involve you. You are simply not that important and you have no place in my agenda. Sure, you can try to insert yourself in there, but don’t be stupid. Enjoy what you have just a little be longer. It doesn’t last, and with a snap of a finger, I can make it all go away just….. like….. that…..*snap*
 
(Members of Shin-SEKAI in their masks rises from the shadow behind him, as Moongoose sits back and drinks)

Donny gingerly limps back through the curtain after last week’s Kingdom, a loopy James Anderson stumbling through with him, he instantly locks eyes with Vernon Tressler.
 
This is how you run you show, Vern?! You let that crazy bitch try and cripple me?! Try and bash James’s skull in?!
 
“I…”
 
I don’t wanna hear it! You need to figure out your shit, man! This is ridiculous!
 
Flash forward four days. Donny is at the Fight Firm Muay Thai Boxing Gym in Philadelphia. He’s practising his leg kicks against the heavy bag as his trainer watches on.
 
“Rough week, huh?”
 
You could say that.
 
Donny throws a stiff kick with his bad leg and winces.
 
“You’re pushing yourself too far, man. Why don’t we just do some stretches and call it a session?”
 
Oh no, I’m not walking into my next match with a bad leg again. This thing’s gotta be at 100%, otherwise, I’ll be a standing duck.
 
“Sitting.”
 
It was a joke! But I could use a 15-minute break, I might as well have pillows for feet with how soft my kicks are at the moment.
 
“Good hustle, Donny, go get hydrated and we’ll meet back here.”
 
Donny limps into the locker room, though not as severely as you’d expect, grabs a water bottle from his gym bag and takes a seat.
 
I suppose I got what I deserved, to a certain extent. I’m not here to play by anybody’s rulebook but my own. I like to hurt people and it bit me in the ass. I mean, I won, but it almost cost me my career. And now I’m booked yet again for Kingdom, because I apparently don’t get a rest period. It’s fine, it’s cool, we’re cool. We’re allllll cool. Cool as a goddamn cucumber.
 
 
You do your job and I’ll do mine. I’ve got a lot to deal with right now and not a lot of time to prepare for it. If I don’t focus on my striking every day, I’m gonna get picked apart this week. Still, I’m happy to have Hans on my side this time, he’s not the kind of guy you want coming atcha.
 
Donny takes a swig of water and looks directly into the camera.
 
Hans, I don’t know if you trust me, I don’t know if you’ll ever trust me again. But I promise you, that attack from James last week had nothing to do with me. And you’re right, you’re both my friends. I’ve got love for both of you and I mean that. But you have to appreciate the fact that this is a complex situation for me to be in. I don’t wanna have to choose between my friends, and I also don’t wanna see any of them get hurt, understand? James Anderson’s a dangerous guy when he wants to be, and I know that you haven’t got any quit. If it comes to blows between you both, I don’t see anyone walking away from that as a victor, only as a survivor. You fought like Hell last week and damn near rendered me a cripple. The record books say I won but I’d love for us to go at it one more time for that decisive ending. Way I see it, we’ve got unfinished business, friend. I felt the wrath of an Olympian wrestler and it was a real wake-up call that my ground game can be improved. I’ve never been worked over like that in my life and I’m thankful for the lesson that you taught me. That’s why I KNOW that we’re gonna make short work of the punks we’re facing on Tuesday.
 
Let’s start with ollllld man Jeff. You’ve got a lot to say, ain’t ya? Not a whole lot to show for it, though. You’re tryna forge a path to Final Destination, string those big wins together and hope that somebody notices ya? I’ve had more big wins in this company in three weeks than you’ve had since you got here. And that ain’t a hollow boast, Jeffy boy, that’s a stone-cold fact. You can talk and talk and talk ad nauseum about your “expertise” when it comes to Nate and how he operates, but you don’t know a damn thing. I always knew that Nate was planning to take down Kenny, he tells me everything. I was always a part of his plans and he’s not gonna throw that away, he has no reason to. You look at Nate Cage and you see a snake in the grass, because you’re bitter that you’ve never been able to get one over on him. It’s the same story with me, Jeff. I’ve seen your work and I’ve been more impressed by Make-A-Wish kids getting to meet their favourite wrestler than I have been with you.
 
 
 
 
Anyway, Jeff, just keep killing more of those brain cells to forget your failures, it’s your greatest skill for sure. While you’re busy fantasising about taking out Nate and becoming the greatest underdog this company’s ever seen, I’m gonna keep my attention on winning matches and not pissing my pants after my 15th beer. I cannot WAIT to see the look in your eyes when it sets in that all your tough man bravado doesn’t mean much, when you’re mixing it up with two of the best pure technicians the OWA’s ever had. Hans hasn’t been able to win anything, but you know something? I think I’m the key. Yeah, that sounds good. Hans just needs a push in the right direction, and I’m the guy who can give it him. So try me, Jeff. This isn’t Clash of the Titans, you can’t throw me over the top rope and be rid of me like last time, I’ll just come back like your urge to pick up another bottle and keep on swinging, holmes.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Listen up, Alex, I’m not feeling kind today. Probably because my best friend’s crazy sister tried to put me in a wheelchair recently. I don’t care about what sort of Rocky story you’ve got laid out for the future. I don’t care that you had a good match with Moony. I don’t care that you’re so forgettable that I mixed you up with a preteen. What I do care about is kicking your ass and making you understand just how wildly off base you are. You’re about to swim with sharks, kid, and nothing you’ve said fills me with much confidence. According to you, my star’s faded and yours is on the rise? Might wanna back up a bit buddy, I won my last three matches and forced one of the most feared OWA wrestlers ever to tap out in my SECOND MATCH. What’s your claim to fame? Losing to a goddamn meme in your debut? Real nice, Ally, real nice.
 
You actually have the goddamn nerve to talk outta line when you’re staring at an Olympic gold medallist and the Limb Collector? Who the hell are you? What have you done? What in the name of all that is holy are your credentials? People call me an annoying new kid but Jesus, at least I’ve got the big-time victories to back it up. You’ve got a zero and one record, a boring name, a boring face, a weird crotch bulge that makes me very uncomfortable, and you use overdone movie references. Did we just take Scotty Adams, remove all the talent and uniqueness, then de-age him so he looks like a Disney Channel actor? Because that’s what it feels like right now. You’re about to share the ring with a man who slays giants, taps out legends, and out-grappled an Olympic gold medallist. You’re about to have alllllll that shit you talked shoved back into your mouth, and I hope you learn to like the taste of it, because it’s all you’re getting served on Tuesday. Don’t worry, I’ll mail your arms back to your parents after I’ve ripped them off, I’m a considerate fighter, after all.
 
Donny swigs his water again and heads back out.
 
Time to hit the bags again, maybe I’ll try to picture them as Alex Scott. Actually, no, I can’t fall asleep at training again.

(Kevin Maverick is seen walking down the street via camera phone. It appears that someone else is filming instead of Kevin himself.)

Camera Guy: So, word on the street is that you issued a challenge to Layne Kurobane. Has your aspirations for the Cruiserweight Championship dwindled? 

Kevin Maverick: Not in the least, fam. The back office is moving slow in giving me what I want, so I’m taking a little detour. Kurobane wants a challenge? I’ll give him one. The first act of our show is me beating the man he couldn’t - Scott Oasis.

Camera Guy: The OWA World Champion?

Kevin Maverick: The one and the same. I may have lost to Aria Jaxon last week, but I took her to the limit. I’m sure we’ll meet again, and when that time comes, I’ll be ready. As for Oasis? The almighty gatekeeper of pro wrestling? It’ll be another day at the office. The Iceman has fought his fair share of people, but I’ve fought and defeated heavyweights before. He’s never fought anyone like me. 

Camera Guy: Maybe you don’t know but Scott Oasis was a main eventer on SSW and -

Kevin Maverick: You mean the houses that Jacob Senn built? Like maybe it’s just me, but it seems like everywhere Scott Oasis goes, Jacob Senn is the man. Maybe I got signed to the wrong brand. Maybe I need to be fighting someone worthy of my time. 

Camera Guy: You think Scott Oasis is some kind of fluke?

Kevin Maverick: What I’m saying is that Oasis has coasted on the coattails of more talented men and women, and he’s going to get exposed tomorrow night.

Camera Guy: Don’t you think you’re being a bit rough on him?

Kevin Maverick: Nah, He doesn’t do any suspect for a month and people think he changed!? This is a guy who spent time overseas terrorizing my homies! That cac thinks he’s a man of the people now that he’s a champion? Winning a title in match he didn’t even earn!? Nah, fam. Tomorrow night I’m going to march in there and out perform Scott Oasis on every level! I’m going to take advantage of his weaknesses and play this fool like a fiddle. He may have the people fooled, but I can see right through it. He thinks just because he’s married to a black beauty queen and donates to his local Boys and Girls club he’s absolved of all his sin!? That doesn’t happen where I come from. That ain’t Harlem, fam. The devil’s about to get his due and it’s going to come in the form of a kick to the face. 

Camera Guy: I never seen you this intense outside the ring.

Kevin Maverick: Really? Well you’re about to see a side of me you’re not used to then. I’ve come to notice that OWA is filled with men and women trying to return to their glory days. You have a roster full of new, talented people but yet the old guard still wants their heyday. Scott Oasis is a perfect example of that. It’s going to take some time, but The Greatest Showman will be rewriting the story arc. No longer will Omega Wrestling Alliance star the Scotts, Fioras, Senns, and Nas’s of the world. There will be no catapulting the careers of legacy babies like Allesandro Devione. Weekend nights will belong to up and comers, the new blood of this business. To paraphrase Tupac, “the earth will open up and swallow the wealthy whole.” Or in this case, the “elite” of OWA. Alphas and Goddesses are just trade offs for elitists and vixens. One reason why I was only there as enhancement talent. Now, the same old story is being told here. Well, the next act is about to get interesting Camera Guy.

Camera Guy: I have a name-

Kevin Maverick: Of course you do, Camera Guy. Everyone has a name. But what most people don’t have is the will to take it to the next level. Layne Kurobane has that - which is a shock to me as why he didn’t win at Clash of the Titans. Maybe he bought into the hype and got nervous. Well Layne, I’m about to show you what happens when you remove all doubt from your mind. I’m going to teach you what it means to become a competent performer. I’m going to teach you how to slay the beast. I’m going to teach you what it means to own the ring.

(Kevin takes off his shades)

Kevin Maverick: I’m going to teach you what it means to be Kevin Maverick.

(Kevin walks away from Camera Guy and continues down the street.)

I’m not going to lie, I was very upset for what happened last week. Not because I lost a match again but for what happened after the match over. Yes sure, I wanted to win, but Donny Dragon is a good wrestler, but most importantly, a good friend. Nothing to be ashamed of. It is what it is.

But let’s address the thing that really pissed me off. I didn’t see it coming that James Anderson: another friend of Donny would attacked me after my match with Donny was over. I had no idea it would happened actually and it really pissed me off. If I see him sticking his nose into my match again, I’ll break his frickin ankle. No lies, no jokes. This is just me making a statement. You have to take this into an account that this my first and last warning for you, James.

Now, I’m going to answer the question that people have been asking me lately: “Can I trust Donny as my Tag partner?”. First thing first, I’ll always consider Donny as a friend unless he does something funny to me in later dates or even this week but I do have a faith in him that he’d never turn his back on me. I do wish though, he tried his hardest to stop James but I guess he didn’t have much of a choise. He considers both me and James as his friends and it is what it is. I do think Donny and I will have an awkward situation as partners this week and man, this could cost us a victory. But keep in mind, I’m going to try my hardest to score a victory. It’s just I’m not sure if I will do this as Donny’s Tag Partner or as a lone-wolf. I don’t know, this depends on Donny’s address later on because we haven’t heard anything from him yet. I do think that he has a lot on his minds regarding of this and what Natalie Cage did, hence why he hasn’t said anything yet. I understand. I have no problem with it because I still consider Donny as a friend. Speaking of Natalie, I have to give her a credit for saving me, so thank you Natalie for saving me.

So there you go, Jeff X, you have my answer. You do have a point when you pointed out a few things that happened between friends, families, and spouses. It’s just unfortunate that those things happened between them all and I got to admit, Donny and I might have a similar situation, depends on what will happen this week, but I can guaranteed, I will never lay a punch to Donny unless he does it to me first. I appreciate it though that you gave me a warning, Jeff, and I personally have no problem with you and Alex Scott at all because I do respect you both as wrestlers.

But that’s the key word “Wrestlers”. I mean, I got no problems with you both as persons myself either and you both do your things with your personal lifes, but in a ring? I always want to bring my all to my opponents, not because I hate them, but it’s just because everybody hates losing. Now, Jeff, I have to say thank you for watching me in Olympic. You are actually the first one who mentioned this to me actually. I mean, all my opponents did acknowledge me as an Olympic Gold Medalist, but you are the first one who actually said that you watched how I performed in Olympic Games.

And yes, you reminded me that I hate myself for being a frickin loser I am in Professional Wrestling but I’m not a quiter. I don’t give up and I don’t stop. If I want to chase something, then I always make sure to get it. I believe I’ll score a victory eventually or even winning a championship here. Please understand this Jeff and Alex, I just can’t stop. My name is already a part of Professional Wrestling History and I don’t want to be known as a loser in this sport. I love competition after all and I have experienced it myself that Amateur and Pro Wrestling are so different. I’m still trying to find my voices but I do think I'm capable to compete in this sport. I only competed in a few matches so far here with zero winning but I got Match of The Weeks awards twice. That’s a prove that I’m capable to produce 5 star classic matches that people will remember in latter dates. It’s just I have to admit, I have to win sooner rather than later.

I do think this week won’t be easy to score a victory though. Apart my situation with Donny, you are a great wrestler as well, Jeff. Despite you drink Alcohol and smoke cigarette so much, you still able to produce great matches wheter you win or lose. You are on winning streaks though lately and I have been on the opposite, that’s why I’m aware the odds are on me and Donny. You are destined to win a world championship here. You are easily one of the best money makers for Kingdom or OWA as a whole. You are an established name already, not just here, but everywhere else too. You have been around in this sport since 2003 and you keep making an impact everywhere you go. So I can see where you were coming from when you said that my attitude might be wrong for this business. See Jeff, you are not the only one who did your research. I mean, I’m trully flattered that you have been watching me since my Olympic or maybe even my College days but I know how great you are and things what you did before you join this company. You even went to Australia and other countries to make some noises as well and you were able to climb the mountain in order to be on the top in every companies you have been. I believe you’ll be able to do the same here in OWA someday, but not on Kingdom this week. If you truly want to see me take this business to new heights, then I’m going to start it from you and Alex Scott this week.

And as for Alex Scott himself? You did great againts the veteran Moongoose McQueen last week. Jeff has a point. You’re still young though and have a bright future here. And just like I said, I have no problem with you or Jeff personally, but if I have to break your ankle to score a victory this week, then I certainly will. Sorry kid, just take this as a fair warning.

Oh It’s True! It’s Damn True!

So to state the obvious, last week didn’t go EXACTLY how I had in mind. But hey, that’s alright. I just sure hope Azumi gives that Diantha exactly what she has coming to her! In my personal case though, it’s business as usual as I now focus my attention onto one Amy Jayne. You know Miss Jayne, I don’t quite know if you recall it or not but this is actually not the first time the two of us have tangoed if you would. No, ya see we crossed paths way back a couple of years ago in a different company. A match that ended with, my victory. And not to take anything away from you, you are quite a talented performer. But given how things played out last time and where I plan to take myself as a performer into the future, there is NO WAY I’ll sit back and get beaten out by someone like you. It’s gonna take more than Class to deal with someone like me! So please deary, show me just how much of a WOMAN you are on Odyssey tomorrow evening!

Brooklyn, NY.


War Room Dojo.



(It was early in the morning when Serenity Hunter entered the former Hunter’s Mark Gym. It was dark and empty, several hours from opening. After arriving home, she dropped off her things next door before meeting with the other woman whose name was on the lease.)

Woman’s Voice: You’re here earlier than expected.

(Stepping out from the shadows, the woman revealed herself to be Stephanie Matsuda.)

Serenity Hunter: I caught an earlier - and cheaper - flight.

(Serenity dropped her gym bag and stretched.)

Serenity Hunter: So, are we doing this?

Stephanie Matsuda: Do you have an answer for my question?

Serenity Hunter: The one you asked me over the phone?

Stephanie Matsuda: Yes.

Serenity Hunter: To be honest, I don’t know. When I first came into this business, I wanted to follow in my father’s footsteps. I wanted to things the right way - the better way - to show my mom that not all careers in this business leads to an unhappy ending. Well, I did feel that way.

Stephanie Matsuda: How about now?

Serenity Hunter: ...I don’t know. Like my family name has opened doors, but I think I want something for myself. I love competing, but I spent so much time being my father’s daughter, that I forgot why I was in the business in the first place.

Stephanie Matsuda: Well there’s only one way to find out.

Serenity Hunter: (looks at her hands) You’re right.

(Matsuda climbs into the wrestling ring)

Stephanie Matsuda: From now on, this is our home. You’re moving in with me upstairs. If we’re not at a show, we’re training here. I called Madam Vega - she’s got some dates for you at LAW. I always talked DeMarco into renewing your OWA contract. Serenity...you’re not the only one seeking answers.  After my grandmother passed...it made me question things about my life and career. I’m just as lost as you are sweets, and before either of us can progress we need to figure this shit out.

Serenity Hunter: So we’re training until we find the answer?

Stephanie Matsuda: Not just in-ring training. We meditate, change our diet, and evaluate our whole mindset. We conquer our demons one by one - together. I may had a great year in 2018 - minus the end - but you had a crappy one. More losses than wins, as if you’re just happy to be there. Don’t just be happy to be there Serenity. The hunger you once had is gone.

Serenity Hunter: I could say the same thing about you.

Stephanie Matsuda: Exactly.

(Serenity removes her jacket and climbs into the ring.)

Serenity Hunter: Let’s get hungry.




There was once a woman named Reina Kenshin. When my “sister” Steph was back with her other promotion, I used to visit her backstage whenever they were in town. It was there I met this woman with a mysterious aura surrounding her. She had this calm, but intense look in her eyes. This was a fighter in every sense of the word and in that moment I wanted what she had. At the time I was still angry at the world for my father’s death in the ring. He was what people called an O.G. of the wrestling scene, one half of the first all African-American tag team in the history of the business. He went on to prominence in the 90s working for No Mercy Wrestling and training the now legendary Bogard brothers. I looked up to my father as an otherworldly figure, someone larger than life. He always went out of his way for others, willing to give back to the business that gave back to me. It wasn’t until after his death at the ends of Eddie King did the rumors surfaced. The drugs, the women, the side deals with shady people...I didn’t know how to handle all of that. I wasn’t just angry about his death, but him tarnishing his legacy. So to hone my anger into a weapon, I begged Reina to teach me. And she did...until one day dropping off the face of the planet.

Stephanie picked up the slack.

She made a deal with my mother and trained me in my father’s style while incorporating her standards of training. She encouraged me to find my own path, to explore different techniques and strategy. She taught me how to fly. Through her I found my own voice, a way to fight my demons. But now...I’m losing perspective. Could it be because I’m no longer the same wide-eyed newbie I used to be? Maybe I don’t see myself as someone who belongs in this business. Maybe I ignored the killer instinct that exists in my blood and let the hurt and pain smother it until I could no longer detect it. For better or worse I am my father’s daughter, but yet I am my own woman. I am Stephanie Matsuda’s star pupil, but I’m also her business partner. I’m the co-owner of the War Room Dojo. A place my father gave to the both of us. He left it behind for us to forge our own legacy. Maybe I feel I don’t deserve to be here. Is that why you gave into your dark side, Persephone? For you the sun longer shines. It’s replaced by a black cloud, where it rains non stop. And instead of running for shelter, you let the rain fall, hoping you’ll drown in your sorrow. Trust me Sav - I too felt that way. Even recently when I would suffer loss after loss. There was a moment where I wanted to break the rules and lash out at the world - again. But...that doesn’t solve anything. I look and see how my sister’s name is being dragged in the media and how her previous reign may even be revoked. But yet, she stays with eye hers towards the future. She wants to build a world within a world - one where women’s wrestling thrives in more than one place. I believe in her dream and want to support it as much as possible. 

But, I need my own dreams as well.

Why am i here? Why do I fight? Who am i fighting for?

I can only hope that I can find these answers through my upcoming battles, Sav- I mean Persephone. You’re in a dark place - to be honest, i might be too. But let me help you through this, through ritual combat. We exist among the greatest athletes the world has ever seen. You were one-half of the sugar girls. Your former partner is living her life in LAW, trying to find her own way. We’re all trying to battle the darkness in our hearts! If showing you the light means I have to knock some sense into you, then so be it. But there was a time where you was friends with my sister Sav and any friend of my sister is a friend of mine.

See you Saturday, sweets.

 
 
You know, life has a habit of trying to screw me over. I’m not talking about my meal when I say I’ve got a lot on my plate. Not a lot of people are too fond of me, why would they be? I’m more successful than nearly every one of my peers, despite having done this a fraction of the time that they have. My brother’s still bitter than I walked away from his bullshit. Though I find that odd, seeing as he’s been plotting overthrowing Kenny for some time now. Did he want me to join his little side project with his wife and overgrown infant children, or something? Hard to tell. Not that Ground Zero really interests me, not when I’ve got the pursuit of greatness to worry about.
 
Samantha Garza thought she was soooo smart. Thought she could threaten my job to keep me from fighting my brother. And now I’ve got myself in a position where I can face him with zero repercussions. I’ve escaped her jurisdiction and that will no doubt have driven her up the wall. I live for that, outsmarting overconfidence. People are so convinced that they’re in control that when they’re proven otherwise, they have no earthly idea of what to do. I thrive when I’m backed into a corner, how do people not know this by now? So, what to do, what to do. Pluto’s Gate is inching closer and closer, and I’ve got another chance to prove why I belong in the main event picture. That’s then, though, and this is now. I find myself in the rather peculiar position of teaming with the woman I plan on taking the OWA Women’s World Title from…against the two women who seriously believe they have any hope of taking our spot.
 
Azumi Goto’s somebody I’ve got a lot of respect for. How couldn’t you? She’s probably the best in-ring technician in the world today. She goes out there and puts on a clinic, she’s all about performances of beauty and grace. Me? I’m…a little different. I’ve got that rough around the edges style, the type of style that makes you wince when I drop somebody, instead of applaud at my prowess. For that reason, I actually think we made for a pretty good team. Tension over being opponents aside, her skill and my incredibly bad attitude make for a fun little mix.
 
Having said that, don’t think the irony is lost on me as to the history of this match. I’ve stood across the ring from Azumi Goto before…and I did it with Diantha by my side. I distinctly remember taking that OWA Women’s World Championship and clocking poor Azumi round the head with it, back when it had a different owner. From there, Diantha avenged her loss at Budokai Tenkaichi and set out on the path that led her here. It’s been a strange old journey since then, hasn’t it? I now find myself standing united with the woman I hurt so badly, against a woman who I used to be closer than anything to. For what feels like the millionth time, I’m facing off against two women who just can’t leave well enough alone. Not that I blame Diantha for attacking Azumi and demanding a shot, that’s what I taught her. As for Eris? I honestly should have seen her little sabotage coming. But just because I understand your reasoning, girls, doesn’t mean I have to stand and take it.
 
Eris, how are you? I hope you’re feeling alright after I hurled you off the stage like the fucking waste of space that you are last week. Got a few bruises? Maybe some internal injuries? Haven’t you learned by now that everything you do to me, I’ll revisit upon you tenfold? You already tried your sneak attacks before the Clash, and what did I do? I caved your skull in with a chair. Ask Diantha how it feels to be on the receiving end of a pissed off Natalie Cage, because that common bond you share is gonna come in handy when I double down on both of you. I’m not here to mess around, I’ve got a match with my brother and Pluto’s Gate to prepare for. This match is my chance to let out a little bit of the frustration I’ve been feeling lately, a palate cleanser before my main course of action. It’s not enough to beat someone once; sometimes, there’s a lot of fun in doing it again and again and again.
 
It’s why I have to go after my brother, after Azumi. Life is all about challenge, and this is one that I’ve done before. What makes you two think that teaming up would yield a different outcome, huh? Eris, you were unpinned and unsubmitted, a feared force. You had one match with me and I snapped your aura in two and sent you packing. You didn’t come back until you got over your little bitch fit. Diantha, I don’t even know what your game is anymore. At least you’ve walked away from Wolvesden and turned down my brother’s offer, shows that you’re learning. But the fact of the matter is that you weren’t able to beat me when you had another woman with you and didn’t even have to obey the rules, how the fuck are you supposed to win now? Two women I’ve comfortably beat as a duo, taking on the two top dogs of the entire division, what a fucking laugh that is. The world champ and the queen of the Clash, Azumi Goto and Natalie Cage, a united front. You wanna talk dream teams? This is it. I’m happy to co-exist with my Final Destination opponent if it means beating on you two one more time. I refuse to let the past define me, and I know that Azumi feels the same way. We both had fine 2018s, but 2019 is the year we elevate Odyssey to the next level. To a certain extent, it doesn’t even matter which of us holds the title, because it’s always gonna be us two at the forefront of this shit.
 
Picture the scenario: Eris and Diantha through some fucking miracle manage to win at Pluto’s Gate. Then what? That’s the title match for our biggest show of the year? You two? Repping this brand in front of the entire world? Fuck me, the ratings would drop faster than you did, Eris, when I chucked you off the stage. You two are warm-ups, tuner bouts so we can get some ring time in for the real competition. I’m in this game to challenge the best, not two bitches who haven’t properly evolved or accomplished anything of note. Well done on being the iron woman, Diantha, really. Amazing that you went over an hour and got absolutely fuck all out of it, truly inspiring. As for you, Eris, you got the elimination record, bravo. Guess what? We’re tied for that particular record, yet I'm number one contender because I’m the only one that won a damn thing. History’s written by the victors, ladies, and you ain’t winning shit. Me and the champ? We’re gonna take your heads off and parade them around on spikes as we walk the ramp for Final Destination. I’m sure you two will have plenty of fun on the pre-show, where you belong.
 
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some very important training to do.
 
 
Fucking hell, that’s good.
 

“I'm here to be the standout and I'm here to win championships.” …… One Hundred and sixty two.
 
"Now I know what you're thinking Moongoose.”…… Four Hundred and seventy  seven.
 
“But believe me I know what I'm talking about.” ……. One Thousand and Ten.
 
“A big win against you Moongoose will put everyone's eyes on me.”…. ooh…. Forty Two.
 
“This is my time now.”……Six Hundred and Sixty Nine.
 
“Let me give you some advice, never underestimate me” ……. Nine Hundred and Thirty Five
 
Oh, you’re probably wondering what I’m doing? When you have been in the business long enough, you hear a lot of the same thing over and over, and well, you get bored of it and start to make a game of it, and well, this is more or less the amount of times I’ve heard the same ole same ole spiel from people who are going to come in and act like the self-righteous hero monologue against the villain, giving more or less the exact same generic speech as ever. Blah blah, opportunity… blah blah blah, respect. Blah blah, I know you Moongoose, etc etc. And just once in a while, I’d like to hear something different.
 
“Oh, I didn’t come from a rough background, and my family loved me, and I had the normal life style, and I’m just here because I want to be.” Yeah… I guess that is kind of unique. It’s not the common trope of “I have something to prove coming from a broken home or environment.” It’s not the “I have to fufill the legacy of someone that has trained and mentor me.” It’s not, “Revenge” or “I’m just good at hurting others.” Yeah, I suppose that is kind of unique and interesting…… Four.
 
Funny thing about that, though, Alex, we’re not so different, you and I. I mean, let me rephrase that, you’re not so different from what I was 12 years ago. After all, I was more or less the same. I grew up in a happy family. I got all my hugs and kisses, the pep talk, and unyielding support of my mother, father, step-father, brother, and friends. My gimmick, sure, let’s refer it to that, has and always has been, “I’m just doing whatever I want.”
 
Sure, people can refer to me as pampered, spoiled, unconditionally loved and adored, because it seems like no matter how heinous anything I do, I can do no wrong. They all keep coming back to me, and you know what it is? Jealousy. Pure jealousy that I can live a life where I can’t be controlled or contained, and in a way, you’re probably thinking it’s the same case for yourself.
 
But wrong. You aren’t that special. I’ve seen kids like you come and get shot down before you can even take off. Countless of them could barely get their feet off the grounds, and quite frankly, as much as you want to tell yourself, optimism and having a “plan” isn’t going to be enough. Do you truly believe some kid straight out of California has any shot against a seasoned veteran of the game of more than a decade? You might be the little engine that could, choo choo choo, but don’t forget who lays down the tracks telling you exactly where you are going to go. I might lead you into the tunnel, but there ain’t no guaranteed you are going to come out of the other end.
 
Nah, Alex. I’ve been here far too long. I’ve seen things. I’ve done them. If anything, I’ve done it all. I can leave anyday now content with the legacy that I’ve left behind, but I won’t, because quite frankly, I just have way too much fun toying with the likes of yourself and Scott Oasis. You know? The current World Champion of Kingdom, and do you know why it is exactly that I can get away with that stuff?
 
 Come on, tell me, you say you know what I’m thinking. You know exactly what you are talking about? But quite frankly, that’s all smokes and no fire. What are you trying to do? Fire a warning shot? Already, you wasted the first move when you should had gone straight for the kill, but perhaps it’s in your good nature? Or perhaps you are an idiot? Nah, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you are just some amateur that thinks anyone can lace up a boot, step in the ring, and do exactly what the big guy is doing, and here you are, putting up a “strong” front, trying to tell me to take pre-caution of you. When in reality, wouldn’t it make more sense for me to warn you? I don’t think you understand the predicament you are in.
 
I am the next contender for Scott Oasis, whether he wants to believe it or not. Eventually, I will break him, force him to submit and give me a shot. I will hunt him down relentlessly until the get what I want, and that, there is the secret of my success. I’m unstoppable. Each time I get knocked down, I don’t stay down for long, and I can’t begin to tell you how many times I’ve seen guys like you come in and disappear because in the end, you simply don’t have what it takes, and do you know why that is?
 
Because you’re not thinking far ahead enough into the future. Oh, that’s just what I hate about each and every single person just like you. It’s always about the now, assuming there is no point in attempting to predict the future. You assume that defeating me will be the instance jump to success and help you gain traction. But what makes you think I’m not out in the interest of making an example out of you. Do you believe I can gain nothing from defeating you? Do you think of yourself so little that someone as high profile as Moongoose McQueen can’t beat someone to a point where they are famous?
 
You’re underestimating me and yourself there. As I said, Alex. I’m preparing for something much bigger and you just happened to be in the spotlight. Consider it a “being in the wrong place at the wrong time” scenario, but if you are truly as optimistic as you are, I’m sure you can make the most of it. But trust me when I say this, I’m not going to show you mercy. I’m not going to go easy on you, heck, this might not even be a wrestling match. This is essentially the slaughtering of a lamb and perhaps if you are lucky, I’ll know when to stop. Maybe I’ll get bored and you can go on and wrestle for another day, another chance to prove yourself. Or maybe, I’ll just end your career right then and now. After all, it really does seem like people don’t understand how serious I am still.
 
It was appear so that people are still leaning towards Moongoose McQueen to bring smiles and cheers on the face of the fans. Be the true symbol of adversity, a worthy challenge to showcase anyone’s worth. But as I said before, and I’ll say it once more. I’m done being someone’s stepping stone. I’m done being the underdog or hero. And I’m just about ready  to do everything if anything in my power  to prove just that, even if it means bullying the new kid, but take it as a service. After all, everything I do comes with a purpose. The beating I’m going to bestow you, yes, it has a purpose. It’s not just for fun, revenge, or to show off. No, it’s multifaceted. It has many layers, because that is generally the result when it comes to challenging yours truly. Do you truly believe that I’m the worse one in the locker room that wouldn’t hesitate to snap your arm off or smash a knee cap if in the position? It’s an uphill battle from here, and you have been unfortunate to start off against a mountain.  
 
Heh….. Well, you gotta start somewhere. But let’s see if you are lucky enough to even get a start at all. Roll the dice. The Odds are against you. You got the whole world against you right now, and I intend to chew you up and spit you right out. And you can thank your parents for letting their precious little boy go out and be a wrestler, not aware of the dangers that come out of it. Seeing you make a hobby out of this, makes me sick, and sooner you are gone, the better. Now, it’s your move on whether or not you stick around after I defeat you, but you best pray to the heavens that you and I don’t cross paths again. Not that you should, because the next time you and I would face, I’ll be the OWA World Champion, and you’re still struggling to get noticed. Consider this match both a blessing and a curse. In the end, people will remember you, but not in the way you’d imagine. Sure hope getting your ass handed to you is all according to “the plan.”

I had a week off and it gave me a new perspective how I should be able to thrive in this sport. I’m an Olympic Gold Medalist and yet I’m still unable to score a victory in professional wrestling. You know what? I don’t think I should bragged about my Amateur Wrestling accomplishment at this moment until I prove myself that I can hang with the best of the best in OWA.

This week I’m facing off againts someone who is hated by many but man, I can’t help but to say I respect this guy a lot. This man is an excellent submission-artist and he has an interesting background of Professional Wrestling.

Donny Dragon.

I don’t really care if you have hurted a lot of people or broke a lot of bones because in the end you are just doing your job as a professional wrestler. Maybe it’s because you are really that great to the point you accidentally hurt people. I don’t really care either though if you did it intentionally because this is a tough sport. People can get hurted easily. Depending on the individuals but of course you’ll get hurt in professional wrestling. Hell, I won my Gold Medal with a broken fricikin neck myself and I had to rest for a few months after winning it. 

But back to the point. I don’t see you as a bad guy, Donny Dragon. Nate Cage might be the most hated man in this company but he’s still your best friend and I can understand the reason why you still hanging around with him. It makes you a good person. It proves you are a loyal guy. You didn’t leave Nate Cage, James Anderson, or Lieta Collins because they are your friends. It’s nice to have friends and you shouldn’t leave them out. It speaks about how loyal you are, Donny Dragon. Don’t ever lose it. 

Don’t ever lose your abilities in the ring as well. You made Scotty Adam, arguably THE most popular OWA Wrestlers ever tap-out. You slayed a Giant with your own hands as well. It should be apparent that you are a future of this company. I can see you winning countless accolades. I can see you making countless appareances in media circuit. You have the talent and the charisma despite people see you as a so-called bad guy, but I have a lot of respect for you, my friend. Hopefully people can understand your decision why you decided to be still friends with some of the most hated people in this people. I personally have no problems with all of your friends myself.

You have a lot of momentums in your hands right now and that’s a prove you are someone that not to be messed around with which I already said it before. I can understand your reason why you don’t want to lose to myself which is good because you are showing a fighting spirit despite the good things you have said to me. I do want you to show your best because there’s no point of wrestling you if you don’t bring your best. I won’t forgive you if you don’t bring everything you have but I’m glad it isn’t the case. I want to wrestle the best of the best, so I’m glad you won’t hold yourself back just because I’m having a losing streaks.

You right, losing streaks is annoying and what makes it more annoying is that I haven’t been able to score a victory in this company or rather, in this sport. I remember I only won The Swedish Senior High School Wrestling competition in my last year only. I had a hard time in Senior High School. I didn’t become an All-American myself in NCAA Wrestling competition either. I’ve been on the bottom of food chains actually but somehow someway I made it to the top. I do think I’ll be a World Champion here one day too despite I have a bad start. I believe in myself I can be something big in this sport too.

No offence taken when you pointed it that I have a losing streaks right now because it is a fact. I can’t help but to think why I’m not able to score a victory yet. If I beat you in your best days it could be considered as my personal accomplishment myself because I know how great you are in the ring. You’re not an Olympic Gold Medalist but you have a lot of skills to make it in this company. You most likely has a bigger chance to beat Scott Oasis one day and that’s something I have no problem with.

You right about one thing though, Donny Dragon. I’ll definitely try to snap your ankle. No offence but that’s just how I work in the ring. But that’s not the only thing I’m able to do. I can get into a brawl. I can executed one or two High-Flying moves and I can definitely executed a power move like one of my finishers, The Olympic Slam. I have a few tricks under my slaves. Don’t think you’ll be easy to take down though because I know this match is going to be a really tough one just like you said. I hate to say this to you but if it is really your night then I’ll definitely try to be the showstopper instead. You might be the main character in this match but a main character doesn’t always win. They have bad moments as well. No offence, but I’m motivated and dedicated enough to score my first ever victory in your expense. You have 2 wins already and I know you want to keep that streak alive. I hate to say this but if I had a chance to be the one who breaks it then I have no problem of doing so. 

In the end of the day though I will always respect you, Donny Dragon, even if you beat me. But I have no plan to suffer another lose. Not for this week.

Oh It’s True! It’s Damn True!

Fate…

It is quite a strange thing is it not?

Some people build their entire life mottos around fate.

Others believe that such a thing as fate is foolish to believe in.

Personally, I do believe fate exists, however I do NOT believe that we are all doomed to the fate that life dictates we live in from the start. If that were the case I would never have become a Professional Wrestler to begin with, let alone make it as far as I have. There’s an old quote that I have always lived life by and it goes a  little something like this. “If you do not like your destiny, then do not accept it. Instead, have the courage to change it in the way you want it to be.” And if anyone’s career embodies this quote, I doubt anyone who knows better and has done their research would say someone other than CM Nas. The simple fact is adversity has been my number one enemy and most persistent rival in this world of ours since I first took breath on this earth of ours. Never have I had it easy, and never have I ever desired to have it easy. If I am going after something, I want the absolute most difficult path possible to reach whatever I happen to be chasing after. Why is that? Well it is quite simple. Look back at the  quote I spoke of. Take out one particular word from it. The Word Courage. This word has stuck with me through my entire Professional Wrestling Career like no other. The world told me there’s no way I could ever be the best professional wrestler there is. And I was adamantly defiant against the world and the initial fate it had for me to just be another role player in the grand scheme of things. I told the world and that mythical entity we call “Destiny” that I was going to be the Best Ever, living out my foolish childish desires and never letting that flame that was lit in me as a young boy ever fade out. If anything over the years that fire has only burned brighter and brighter as I closed in more and more on my goals being realized. And now I stand here with completely renewed purpose. I have proven to everyone that I am the Best with my epic reign as the OWA Omega Heavyweight Champion. Now Fate has laid a new challenge to me. Prove exactly why you are the Best. Live up to the hype. Proudly proclaim who you are and the sheer power and influence that your name exudes throughout the world of professional wrestling and most especially the Omega Wrestling Alliance whenever it is uttered. The Name CM Nas commands respect from all of those who it is stated in the presence of. From the Carlos Rosso’s and Jacob Senn’s of the world, moving on down to the Keelan Callihan’s and the Jon McAdam’s, and into the new generation with the likes of Gareth Cason and most specifically for this week, my upcoming opponent Christopher Sabertooth. You see ladies and gentlemen, I am faced with a man this week who in a very short amount of time has achieved some very incredible things. First and foremost you dethroned the monster reign of the very first OWA Television Champion Gareth Cason, something most people rightfully assumed no man on Olympus was capable of at the time no matter what their rank or experience level in this industry was recognized as. Certainly a victory that put your name on the map as a major player to look out for. However I believe this next accomplishment is the one that tipped me off to the sheer threat level that you present to someone such as myself in specific Sabertooth. You are the former number one contender to the Omega Heavyweight Championship, and a very damn impressive one if I do say so myself. That means that He managed to push the Legendary entity known as Jacob Senn to his very limits in battle for the Big Silver Belt. This is very eye opening for me as Jacob for the longest time has been one of my greatest rivals and contemporaries. Meaning there’s no doubt in my mind that Christopher is more than capable of keeping up with me just as he did with Senn. But he did not quite have it in him to bring down the Punisher. You see this is quite an interesting position for me to be in as, for the first time in a long time I am facing a fresh new opponent. And a man that is a part of a generation I am still yet to be fully experienced in the full capabilities of. I have faced members of your age here and there Sabertooth, but our encounter shall be one of the first major ones in recorded history of The Conquering Messiah going head up with One of the Next Generation of Greats. 

And I want you to note that particular nickname of mine very carefully Sabertooth. The Conquering Messiah. That is not just some pet nickname the fans made up for me unexplainably over time. Or some name I put on myself simply because it sounded really cool and I knew it would sell t-shirts. No. It, just like every other name I possess has a much deeper meaning and multiple layers to its existence and use by yours truly. For you see Christopher Sabertooth. About eleven months ago, before the Omega Wrestling Alliance even existed or was a thought in anyone’s mind for that matter, I was facing a man by the name of Nico Borg for his World Championship in the prior company most of us branched out of to form OWA in the first place. They called him Invictus with the meaning of Unconquerable or Undefeated. Clearly you are a highly analytical and intelligent man so I am more than confident in your ability to put two and two together on this one to create four. Indeed as you most likely accurately guessed, I beat him. And this was no fluke victory either, as I secured victory against Mr. Borg in a Last Man Standing match, one of my many specialties as I am officially undefeated in them. This was a man that the likes of Jacob Senn nor Scott Oasis among many others whose names are some of the most infamous in the history of our industry had absolutely no way of stopping. Yet I did. And this is before I became recognized as “The Best Wrestler Alive” or “The God of Destruction” or any of that jazz. As a matter a fact, this very match right here was the one that confirmed everything that I had fought at that point EIGHT FUCKING YEARS FOR! And I had multiple reasons that I tirelessly and adamantly pursued being Champion of the World despite everything horrible that happened to me along the way caused by quite a few of the Omega Wrestling Alliances most dangerous and famous individuals. Most specifically my four greatest rivals ever, Aren Mstislav, Jacob Senn, Scott Oasis, and Carlos Rosso. Now Sabertooth has gone head to head with half of that list already, technically three fourths of it if you wish to state that you “fought” Aren through his current student and prodigy Miltiades. However the thing is my dear boy Chris...to my knowledge you have failed to secure victory against Not just Jacob Senn, but Miltiades as well. Failing against both in different Championship battles. And as for Carlos Rosso, well with all do respect Sabertooth, I would like to say my distraction against him played a critical role in allowing you to progress to challenging Senn in the first place. And that is NOT to take anything away from you. You very well could have dug deep and pulled out the victory against Carlos Rosso all on your own. But did you? The answer is no, we’ll never know for sure unless the match is made once again. All we know for now is you made it passed Carlos after I went to even the odds with and settle a score against Carlos. I clearly have beaten every many I just named and I’m not talking small victories here and there either. I mean major career milestone matches against four of the Best Ever. The longtime running deal was that Jacob Senn could NOT defeat me as from our first time crossing paths to his final eventual defeat of my for the Big Silver Strap ranged from September 2017 to October 2018. Quite the massive gap in time that I simply had Jacob Senn’s number completely. Aren Mstislav? He and I had a on and off three year rivalry over literally everything. Midcard Titles, Heavyweight Titles, Bragging Rights, Revenge, Pride, and the right to call yourself The Best. In the very end I narrowly outmatched my more consistently successful Brother when it mattered the most. Scott Oasis and I still have yet to have our major clash against one another, but it’s gonna happen. He and I’s ideals of this industry are so polar opposite that we are doomed and fated to get into heated combat with one another and neither of us will leave the match the same way we enter it. That for damn sure is something I know in my truth of truths! And finally Carlos Rosso, well you SAW life proof of me beating Carlos just last week. But trust me, Carlos and I’s history runs way WAY farther back than that as well. He’s a man who inside of the ring I had the number of for several years now, but a man who has always given me the fight of a lifetime and a man I can never face comfortably for the risk of instant failure against the longtime veteran of our business. I am the man who’s done it all as I have said. I Held the Omega Heavyweight Championship four 182 days proudly and carried myself as the greatest champion in the world unrivaled by any other during my time. I set the time record by a good margin in the Clash of the Titans match and Clashed head to head with LITERALLY ALL 29 OTHER COMPETITORS FOR COMFORTABLY OVER A DAMN HOUR! And most importantly I was a star and one of the most accomplished and celebrated names in our industry before the formation of the Omega Wrestling Alliance and names such as Monolith, Nate Cage, Scotty Adams, and Christopher Sabertooth were known the world wide in the first place. No disrespect to any of you, and that’s barely scratching the surface of your generation of talent, I firmly believe that the lot of you shall very quickly rengrain yourselves among the top brass of the company and be considered the group of performers who take Our entire sport to unprecedented levels never heard of or even thought of before! However Sabertooth I have made it very clear if you have noticed the trend that all of that starts at...an unspecified time in the future. 

NOT TODAY! IT IS STILL THE DAY OF CM NAS! IT IS STILL THE AGE OF THE MESSIAH! IT IS STILL THE TIME OF THE BEST WRESTLER ALIVE! 

And I bet you’re wondering “Nas you always talked about creating a platform for the new age to spread their wings and fly as high as possible so they wouldn’t have to suffer for years through self doubt and constant berating from those who came before them such as you did.” 

Absolutely true, but I never EVER stated ANYTHING about stepping aside just when the lot of you showed your worth. No if anything you kids have motivated me to continue pursuing new heights for myself more and more literally every single day! I have learned more from the likes of you all then you could possibly fathom Christopher. Unfortunately for you my son, my path is already clearly defined. Destiny tried to pull me away from it, but I am going to do what I claimed I would do before the Omega Wrestling Alliance ever even opened up. As the Pillar of this industry and the man who carries the promotion on his back, I shall be the very first man to Main Event the biggest show of the year which I created. And at said event, I’ll do it by definitively reclaiming victory against one of my greatest nemesis ever Jacob Senn and reclaim the Championship I defined the legacy for for the rest of its existence. And NOTHING AND NO ONE IS GOING TO STOP ME! IF YOU GET IN MY WAY NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE...IT ONLY SPELLS DESTRUCTION FOR YOU!

HAKAI~!

(The scene opens up and were outside in the beautiful sunny day in Anaheim, California. As we pan around we are in a parking lot and as we look we can see a black BMW and a unknown person standing in front of the car. As we zoom in we can see who the person is. Alex Scott. Alex is wearing some black Nike tracksuit bottoms and a Nike black foodie jacket. Alex Scott begins to smile.)

"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Alex Scott and I'm the newest member of the OWA roster and more importantly I'm the newest member to the Kingdom Brand. Now my story is a little different than most in the crazy world of pro wrestling. I didn't come from a broken home, my childhood wasn't filled with addiction to any vices and I didn't have parents who hated their children. I come from two loving parents who has supported me in whatever I do. And I fell in love with wrestling from an early age. And there I was at 12 years old getting into the ring for the first time. From day one the coaches saw the potential in me. From day one I had people already hating me because I was better. I was the standout. And in OWA I will be the standout guy."

(Alex smiles while standing in front of his car)

"This week I get to make my debut and I couldn't be happier. The minute my match was announced I had Goosebumps. I felt the excitement around it and I was eager to get in the ring. No matter who my opponent is. Speaking of my opponent, I've got a big task ahead. My opponent is Moongoose McQueen. Now just by saying the name alone you'd probably think this is some sort of comedic wrestler. A clown that promoters hire just to please the family friendly. No. Moongoose McQueen is someone who I should be worried about . Moongoose McQueen has been around for a while and with a long list of accolades to his name. But with all due respect Moongoose I'm not here to coward at the first sight."

(Alex pauses)

"I'm here to show everyone I belong inside OWA. I'm here to be the standout and I'm here to win championships. And I'm here to knock anyone who steps in front of me down. First off is you Moongoose."

(Alex smiles)

"Now I know what you're thinking Moongoose. That I'm just another arrogant kid and I'm talking out of my ass. But believe me I know what I'm talking about. I believe in myself to reach my goals. And I'm not letting anyone stop me. That's why I've done my homework. Something else you need to know is that I'm a student of the game. I don't go into matches without a plan. And I've got a plan ready in the making for you. But you won't know what it is yet until the bell rings."

(Alex pauses)

"A win against you Moongoose should put my name in the right mouths here in OWA. A big win against you Moongoose will put everyone's eyes on me and that's exactly what is going to happen. I know that your bigger than me and have more experience than me. But my heart is what's gonna drive me to success. This is my time now."

(Alex smiles)

"I'm ready for my match against you Moongoose McQueen. But are you ready for me? Let me give you some advice, never underestimate me."

(Scene ends)

(The camera opens to Billy and Jimmy Wild standing in a parking lot)

Billy: Never look back, never surrender, never say die. That’s been the Wild motto since the day our great-grand papi arrived here from Hof, Germany. The Men of Wild are men of action, men of achievement. Don’t believe us? Look at what we did to Maggall and Nolan Eliwood in our debut! Like we said last week, we’re here to make an impact and we’ll continue to #RunWild across the landscape of Friday-and/or-Sunday Night Olympus until we got what we deserve: The OWA Openweight Tag team Championship.

Jimmy: Like my brother said so eloquently, we are the Boys of Wild, descendants of men of action! After displaying our superior tag skills, my brother Billy will now face off against the Cruiserweight Champion and resident JoJo villain Allesandro Devione.”

Billy: Aka: Dio.

Jimmy: Yes, Dio! Mr. Za Warudo been feeling himself as of late, so I’d like to think Mr. Bart paired you and Billy together for yours truly to knock some sense into him with a Yahtzee superkick! You may have gotten lucky with beating our boi Maverick, but Billy can hang. Basically you fight like us; it’s like you’re our echo fighter or something.

Billy: ALLESANDRO DEVIONE FLOPS INTO THE COMPETITION!

Jimmy: But enough with the fun and games. We may normally fight together, but we’re just as dangerous in singles competition. Before we were even formally trained, we were hitting those ropes since we were 16 man! We poured our hearts and souls into this business! We used to work for pennies just to fight in the ring!

Billy: We were there to help put the ring together…

Jimmy: And we were there to take it down! First ones there…

Billy: Last ones to leave Devione. Riddle me this - do you have that much dedication within you? Are you willing to give your all to take things to the next level? Sure you’re a champ, but for a belt that was pretty much handed to you. Well, at least the opportunity for it was.”

Jimmy: Nepotism at its finest!

Billy: Come on, man. You run around and talk about how you have no competition, but you haven’t even started! Like us, you just got here! And title or no title you still have to put in that work to prove yourself to us! We just started to get the ball rolling and I’ll be damned if we let the likes of YOU get in the way!

Jimmy: I know that’s right bro! Just like the sun in Southern California, we never stop shining! 

Billy: So bask in our rays Allesandro! You - the champ - might be thinking that you’re doing us mongrels a favor, but maybe we’re blessing you with our presence! Did you ever think about that? Did you ever for once think that the world doesn’t revolve around you?

Jimmy: Hmm, I doubt it.

Billy: Well regardless of what this fool thinks, I have his number. It’ll be kind of weird fighting without my brother, but it’s not my first singles match, so I’ll be good.

Jimmy: And he doesn’t need me to fix the match either. So you’ll get my brother at 5% of his full power!

Billy: Ultra Instinct Billy Wild fam!

Jimmy: WOOP! WOOP!

Billy: See you Friday/Sunday/Monday Allesandro Devione. It’s a good weekend to play yahtzee!

(Both brothers superkick at the screen)

Donny comes through the curtain after his match with Scotty Adams. The wrestlers and crew members welcome him with a round of applause, but he limps past them all, breathing heavily and sweating profusely.
 
 
 
 
Vernon Tressler approaches Donny Dragon as he navigates the backstage hallways.
 
“Donny, that was amazing!”
 
Thanks, boss. But I need to-
 
“Seriously! That’s the kind of gusto I need from my new talents! Shock results like that are what make our business special! I never thought I’d see you tap out Scotty Adams, no offence.”
 
None taken, sir.
 
“So, I know you and Nate have your thing later on in the night, but I want to give you a match next week. You’ve got to keep this momentum going. Performances like the one you just gave turn a lot of heads. I’ve already had a few people asking about you and what’s next for your career.”
 
I appreciate that, Mr. Tressler. Really. It means a lot coming from you
 
“Great! Well, I’ve got you pencilled in against Hans Olsen next week. I know that you two are friends and are both brilliant wrestlers to boot, so I look forward to seeing what you bring to the table. More matches like the one you just had, please!”
 
Tressler walks off, as Donny comes to the realisation of who he’s facing.
 
“Donny…you know that Hans Olsen’s finisher is the ankle lock righ-“
 
Shut the hell up!
 
We’re back in Donny’s hotel room. He is lying in bed with an ice pack strapped to his ankle, watching Kingdom on his iPad. He’s watching back the closing segment of the night and the formation of Ground Zero.
 
I’ve done a lot of questionable things in this life. I’ve hurt a lot of people, broke a lot of bones. But tonight? Tonight was the greatest night of my life. 20 years from now, no matter what happens, I can always look back on tonight as the night I truly arrived. Sure, winning in my debut was a big deal. Beating a giant and proving the naysayers wrong was satisfying, but tonight was special. I did what everyone said was impossible. I defeated the man who was supposedly unbeatable. And not only did I beat him, I made him tap out. I felt his hand rapidly hit my foot in surrender, as I wrenched and pulled at his arm. Scotty Adams was and, in many ways, still is one of my favourite wrestlers. I got to wrestle one of my heroes of this sport and took him down. I heard the reaction of the crowd. I saw the commentators leap out of their seats in disbelief. I had a game plan and I stuck to it. I was gonna rip Scotty’s arm off to get the win, and it worked. The young rookie, his second proper match in the company, ruined the big return of one of the all-time greats. I was told that this victory put me on the map. That the name “Donny Dragon” is now considered to be a legitimate threat in the pro wrestling world. Everything can change with just one match.
 
But there’s always another match. Always another opponent. I didn’t even have time to soak in my victory, as I was told by my boss that I was already booked for next week’s card against Hans Olsen. Hans. Olsen. An Olympian. A gold medallist. A man who will see nothing more than a giant target on my ankle. My leg’s hurting, bad. Scotty had the exact same plan as me: target a limb until it was useless. It was just a matter of who could do the most damage first. Had I made one false move, it could have been me that tapped. I’m under no delusions, I know exactly what I’m doing and where I stand. I put my body through the ringer to walk away with victory, only to be told the next match is right around the corner. That’s the nature of the beast. That’s the business.
 
People are gonna see me as the villain no matter what, though. I made my choice and I sided with Nate Cage. I came back out there and I backed up my best friend. This isn’t about how I feel about Kenny Drake, this is about loyalty to the man who got me my start. The man who introduced me to all of this. This is about James Anderson, one of my closest friends. The man who I was at the same try-out with when I first attempted to enter OWA. This is about Lieta Collins, who was at my first ever match and personally congratulated me on my performance afterwards. This is about the people who have done nothing but show me love and support. You think of them as the bad guys, I think of them as family. They’re not the most popular people around, that’s for sure. They’ve made a point of making enemies at every turn. But I see a different side to them, the side nobody else can see. They’re my closest friends. They’ve stuck by me. We look out for each other and don’t allow others to dictate our path. Nate taught me a long time ago that I have to be my own man. Well, aren’t I? I mean, I slayed the giant by myself. I made Scotty Adams tap by myself. I may represent the best interests of my new family, but I will always be Donny Dragon. That is something I won’t compromise for anyone.
 
Speaking of close friends…Hans Olsen. I’ve got a lot of love for that man. He’s a phenomenal performer. Every time he steps through those ropes, you can expect magic to happen. He creates great matches in his sleep. I’m pretty sure he could defend himself in a bar fight and still pull out a 4.5-star performance. He’s won the highest accolade the sporting world has to offer, and now our paths have finally crossed. I knew this day would come, why wouldn’t it? On paper, we’re both submission specialists with a killer instinct. We’re physical as hell and can take a licking and keep on ticking. If people thought my match with Scotty was good, then they ain’t seen nothing yet. In some ways, this is a bigger dream match for me. Unlike Scotty Adams, my respect for Hans hasn’t faded. He’s not a sell-out, he’s not a has-been, he’s the here and now.
 
But you know something? I’m pretty selfish, and I’m not about to let Hans put a halt to the momentum I’ve built up. Against all odds, I’m yet to be pinned or submitted in OWA, neither the German goliath or the Silver Bullet were able to produce an answer to defeating me. Hans…no offence, buddy, but you haven’t actually won a match here yet. I know that everyone brings that up against you but…come on now. It’s getting a little silly. I know how good you are, I know what you’re capable of. So, why’s it not coming together? How come you keep giving the world greatness without the crucial sticking of the landing? I’m not trying to make fun of you, Hans, I genuinely want to know what’s going on. I don’t think you’re a loser, I think you’re a fine wrestler, it’s just…clearly, I’m better.
 
Let’s be real, you’re now the underdog in this match off the back of this week. I’ve strung together two crucial wins and I’m looking to nab myself a third. I don’t want to see you fail, but you’re not succeeding at my expense. I know you want to get yourself in the win column, and you’ll be there soon enough. Beating me, though? Not a chance. You see, my leg’s probably looking like a nice, juicy steak to you right now. You’re eyeing it up and fantasising about all the ways you can tear it in half next week. As you should be, you’ve got yourself a target going in, whereas I have to work out how the hell to keep you down from scratch. But I heal quickly, Hans, this leg is a temporary setback. Plenty of ice and controlled workouts will have this back to normal in no time. So, while you’re busy trying to get that ankle lock in – a move I handily escaped multiple times against Scotty – I’ll be performing a dissection on you. I’ll be pinpointing each and every location I can that might provide a chink in your armour. And the moment I find it, you’re toast, friendo. Your only hope will be that it ends quickly, because you and I both know that I never stop until the job’s done. I don’t want to end your career, Hans, that’s not what I’m about. But there is no length I won’t go to in that ring to keep you from victory. It’s nothing personal, just know that. In fact, I do it out of respect for your in-ring prowess. I’m not walking into this match with the thought that it’s an easy win for me. I’m thinking that you’re gonna give me the fight of my life. Just remember that it is not your night, it’s mine, and you are not taking that from me.
 
Donny removes the ice pack and limps towards the minibar, grabbing an energy drink.
 
 

“Hello?”


“Hey.”


“Heh, it’s been a while since I heard your voice. Sorry I missed you at The Clash.”


“It’s alright. Mon and I wasn’t planning on staying long after the Women’s match.”


“Did you get to see Azumi?”


“Yeah. I caught her victory just before we left.”


“By the way,  I’m facing your best friend Sunday Night.”


“Yeah, she told me.”


“You two are talking again?”


“Things are still a bit rocky - but we’ll manage.”


“Being that you faced her before,  got any words of advice?”


“Prepare for anything. And the moment that bell rings...expect everything.”

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Sometimes thing don’t go the way you plan.

Sure I’m putting on five-star matches every week, that’s nothing for the Greatest Showman. But, this OWA crowd is tougher than I thought. This fed gets a bad rep for being on “easy mode” where the roster live in their own little bubble. But the irony is that those people can’t hold a candle to the best of you. You’re one of those people, Ms. Jaxon. Doubsters underestimate you and haters loathe your existence, but yet they fall short at the feet of The Queen. I’m not naive - looks can be deceiving, and it goes without saying that you’re the living example. Everytime someone comes for you, you shut them down accordingly. Your own best friend - our mutual friend - gave you the fight of your life and somehow you fought your way out of a corner. You was pit against two of the best to do it and you became not only SSW’s FIRST world champion, but the first AND only Black woman to win a world title in a Japanese promotion.

Excuse me, I meant the second.

This is no dig, but sometimes I forget Stephanie is black. Of course she was in an all-women's promotion and what you accomplished was legendary. You’re a two-three time world champion and the FIRST Clash of the Titans winner! A former Empress of Elite - IS THERE ANYTHING YOU CAN’T ACCOMPLISH!? Tell me Ms. Jaxon: what keeps you going? What motivates you? You’re knocking these dominoes without hesitation and you’re showing no signs of slowing down. I have to respect that. You’re an idol in this business - a living legend.

So am I.

Nothing on this side of the pond, but when you was reigning as the Puroresu Heavyweight Champion, I was holding it down as the NJW Junior Heavyweight Champion. My matches were so intense that it wasn’t out of place for me to main event certain shows. I’m not new to the limelight and neither are you - which begs the question…

Why the hell aren’t we the main event? Seriously, I think you and I could tear the house down. The Queen vs The Greatest Showman? There’s no doubt in my mind I’m bound for another match of the week award. Steph told me you’ve obtained too many to count. She also told me to prepare for anything and from the moment the bell rings to expect everything. I take her words very seriously Aria and I suggest you do the same with me. I wouldn’t put it past you to think this is just another pit stop along the way to Final Destination. In a way, it is for me too. My eyes may not be on the fastest-growing prize in combat sports, but I have a loss to avenge against a man who think he’s The Second Coming. I feel that it’s my duty to knock his ass back into reality. I wish you the best on your quest to obtain the OWA World Championship, but I can’t let you have this victory. I can’t allow myself another loss on Sunday Night Kingdom. I came here with the intention of winning - and while we don’t always get what we want, something has to be said about how hard work pays off. I know for a FACT the effort I put into my training has reaped its rewards! Doesn’t matter how much I fall “sweets”, I have a fighter’s mentality! I’ll get back up and keep fighting.

Just. Like. You.

There are so many parallels between us. Maybe it ends with our accolades - with you being the more accomplished one. But, it doesn’t matter how much of a Billie Jean Badass you are.This Sunday is the last time I leave that ring empty-handed. Clash winner or not, I’m going through you to get where I need to be. You’ve shattered expectations, records, and everything else under the sun. Good for you, Ms. Jaxon. I’m no enemy of yours...yet. We’re crossing paths, headed in different directions. Beating you will give me the momentum I need to get a second shot at the Cruiserweight Championship. If you’re holding the world title when I set my eyes upon it, then you’ll be my priority. As far as I’m concerned, this is a side quest.

A difficult one at that.

I don’t expect you to lie down and take the pin. You’re going to crawl and scratch your way to victory. You’re going to sink your fangs so deep that it’ll take a miracle to pull you off. No matter how much I’ll try to shake you off, you’ll stay attached to me. The only way I’ll walk out of this if I put you down - albeit, temporary. Stephanie would kill me if I took things too far. So I’ll be the good sportsman and say this will be a fair bout. You will get the best of me and I’m sure I will get the best of you. I’ll have another match of the week award and a notch in the win column. After beating The Queen I can set my eyes on the self-proclaimed Child of God once more. Nobody said this journey was going to be a stroll in the park. OWA is the fastest growing brand in the business, and you’re one of the reasons why. It’s going to be an honor to fight you.

No hard feelings “sweets”.

Clash of the Titans.

The event where I did ALMOST everything I said that I would…

I LASTED OVER A GODDAMN HOUR! I ENDURED SO MUCH PAIN AND SUFFERING! I FACED OFF WITH ALL TWENTY NINE OTHER PARTICIPANTS IN THE CLASH MATCH! BRIAN DANIELS, ROBBIE V, AREN MSTISLAV, KEELAN CALLIHAN, NICO BORG, AND EVERYONE ELSE IN BETWEEN….including my opponent this week!

Carlos Rosso. The man who cost me my opportunity to be the OWA Omega Heavyweight Champion for the SECOND TIME! Once again I was going to ascend to the mountaintop! I had Jacob Senn right where I wanted him! Now, had I lost to him fair and square man to man I would have absolutely zero gripes right now. But my situation did not play out in that fashion did it? I was SCREWED! I got CHEATED out of my rightful championship rematch clause! Things were going just fine until one Carlos Rosso popped up out of nowhere and took away what I had waited two damn months for! I had to go through John Doe for nearly FIFTY FUCKING MINUTES IN A NO HOLDS BARRED MATCH TO EARN MY REMATCH CLAUSE BACK AFTER THAT PIECE OF SHIT BOB TAYLOR TOOK IT AWAY UNJUSTLY! This motherfucker and I have been through quite a bit together for those of you who are unaware. As a young wrestler born out of Newark, New Jersey. Of course I knew who Carlos Rosso was over the years. He has been a constant throughout my career. From my rookie years, to my rise up the cards, to me being a bonafide main event megastar! Carlos Rosso has always been there in some capacity. There’s been one constant in that however….Carlos Rosso has always been a thorn at my side! He has always tried to be hostile towards me and take away whatever I work so hard for! Carlos Rosso….this makes it the SECOND time you have taken away a World Championship contest from my grasp and now look at you. Standing before me as the New OWA Television Champion. Bravo. Here’s a big round of applause Champ. You’ve finally captured a title here in the Omega Wrestling Alliance. But now the time has come for someone to cut you back down to size and bring you back down to earth, and I am just the guy for the job Rosso. We’ve done it all together haven’t we? Pay-Per-View Match. Brawl in a Rumble Match. Hell, brawl in a Parking Lot in Portugal for god’s sake! But now it’s time to add one more to that list. It is time for CM Nas and Carlos Rosso to make history again! Or well….it’s time for CM Nas to once again make history at the expense of Carlos Rosso. Which means I will avenge the loss of my former opportunity at Jacob Senn while taking one more step closer to reclaiming that shot! And it does not matter if it’s Christopher Sabertooth, Monolith, Gareth Cason, Miltiades, Bull Connors, or even Tarah Nova! I’m going to beat down anyone and everyone on my path to taking back what WAS and IS supposed to be MINE! My eyes are firmly locked upon the Main Event of Final Destination! CLOSING OUT THE SHOW THAT I MADE! AND DOING IT FOR THE CHAMPIONSHIP THAT I CRAFTED! IT’S LEGACY FORGED BY ME! FOR 182 DAYS THAT CHAMPIONSHIP WAS THE RICHEST PRIZE IN OUR INDUSTRY! AND DON’T GET ME WRONG IT STILL IS UNDER THE REIGN OF JACOB SENN….but that’s just the thing Carlos, the main reason you CANNOT win it is because well. The Championship needs to retain it’s Aura as the top title in our business. And you? Well you’re just not that kinda guy. Not fit for the job I mean. So why don’t you go ahead and stick to the OWA Television Championship and leave the Heavyweight Belt to the young boys. With how long we’ve been around one another, you should be aware more than anyone Carlos….

I’m The Pillar of this Company!

I am the Best Wrestler Alive!

FOR I AM THE GOD OF DESTRUCTION...AND WHAT THAT MEANS FOR YOU IS I’M GOING TO DO TO YOU WHAT YOU HAD COMING TO YOU FOR A VERY LONG TIME ROSSO!

HAKAI!

I warned you.
I'd be right here waiting.
I know you're tired.
I need you.
I've been right here waiting.
I know you're trying to go home.




July 28th, 2018.

A pedestrian date for most of you, I am sure.  But, for me, this was the start of my journey to where I am today.  A place, both mentally, physically, and categorically I call my home.

I was getting ready to board my flight to Honolulu, Hawaii.  Not for a vacation of decadence or self-indulgence, but for business.  I had business to attend to with Scotty Adams.  Business involving the OWA Spartan's Championship that he held around his waist, and that I coveted.  But before the time came to power down and travel across the amber waves of grain and the bosom of the Pacific Ocean, I encountered a lost soul.  A hearkening back to where I was as a youth.

He was barely eighteen, traveling to Hawaii for God knows what reason.  Maybe to get away from abuse at home, maybe just to avoid stressors, or maybe just to enjoy the wantonness of a random expedition that has fueled many of the greatest artists and minds in world history to discover their own inspiration and muse.  Whatever the reason, it dawned on me that the past ten years of collecting scars and a body count for the infirmary could have gone so differently given a couple of key choices.

What if I had instead traveled abroad and studied hard, saved up the money and found a school to learn and train to teach literature, an art of which I have the utmost respect?  What if I had found myself, like so many of my compeers currently, at the desire of athletic scouts and went on to gain a scholarship to a highly educated university, and excelled at the pinnacle of collegiate athletics?  What if?  WHAT IF?

A myriad of things could have become of Frederick Gennett.

But this is what I have become.

I left that discussion and boarded the flight when the time had come, but it stuck with me the entire way to the island paradise.  Sometimes we all have to go wherever the wind takes us until we find where we belong.
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"While the statute of limitations in this state in the case of murder is non-existent, Christopher, I will hereby swear to never use your former name again.  You have murdered that part of your life, of yourself, and thus deserve the autonomy you wish.  But make no mistake about it . . .

If it is digging up graves we want to discuss, I am sure I could have went a lot deeper than public record of you speaking."

Fight.

Every single repetition I do, this word is repeated in my head.

Fight.

Push up.

Fight.

Pull up.

Fight.

Deadlift.

Fight.

If you think I will be coming at you like every other opponent, Sabertooth, you are sadly mistaken.  I do not question sanity.  I provide rhetoric.  You determine the rest . . .

Besides the outcome, of course.

"I am glad you have gotten through your rough patch.  Your flirtation and encapsulation of the madness.  It is important that everyone does at some point or another.  If you have an issue, there is no better way to attack it than head on.  But while you wish to further yourself from a part of you that you claim to have removed, I have realized that there is more power in unity than extraction.

Havoc is gone?  What is the saying? 'Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them'?

It seems though you have missed the mark.

Freddy Gennett and Monolith, though?  While the reasoning was faulted in the beginning, the partnership was always justified.  Every single event in life should be viewed through another lense, another perspective, so that it does not go underestimated or misconstrued.  The machine does that for the man, both in the ring and out.  And being pitted against you in the first round of this tournament is no exception.  I needed this, Christopher.

I need you.

You give me an image of who I would be with all of the same physical abilities, experiences, and name recognition if I did not have the Monolith lense.  I would not be able to see the forest for the trees.  I would claim that my time as Spartan's Champion is what allows me to waltz back into this company, into a different brand no less, and stake a claim for the OWA Heavyweight Championship number one contendership.  But that is not it.


Do you know WHY I have gotten this opportunity?

I am a three hundred plus pound behemoth with the strength of an ox, the fortitude of a workhorse, the threshold for punishment of a government mule, and the agility of a bucking rodeo bull.  Cliche or not, there is a reason why the general public cowers from my visage, and a reason why people in this industry are quick to accept me as a threat to the very upper echelon of their system.

Because I am.  Make no mistake about it, behind all of this large vocabulary and well thought out verbiage is a monster with the physical tools to destroy each and every opponent in its path.  And you, Chris, will be just the first on this climb to the top."

I used to not care about what happened to my opponents.  Scotty Adams can be a testament to that.  Despite the loss column gaining another number at the hands of the inaugural Spartan's Champion, it was he who spent days in the hospital after his first encounter with Monolith.  But now, I believe that the well being of my peers is important.  The more you sacrifice their well being . . .

The more leverage they have to pull themselves back into the conversation of being in your league.  An injured man can always use his injury to come crawling back.  But a beaten opponent who looks you in the eye afterward will know that he was bested by his superior.  And at the end of the day, that feels more rewarding than knowing someone has the chance of losing their livelihood at your hands.

"You have indeed stolen the show countless times since my departure.  This very show, in fact.  A show which, until last week, I had never appeared on.  That is all well and good, but this is a new day.  A new generation of Omega, if you will.  You say you will knock my fat ass off the ground, and of that I have no doubt.  You are a skilled competitor, and someone I do not consider to be below the ability to hold water to my game.  But at the end of the day, you talk about my fall.  My meteoric collapse to your redemption story, to get your next shot at Jacob Senn, which you might well take and win.  Of all the things you have had to say, there is not one of them as untrue as this.  And you are going to know it tomorrow night."
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July 24th, 2018.

'Even if that means the hospital is going to have to be replaced . . .

With the morgue.'

Well being matters if it bears no weight on the outcome.  But if I must take that next step, utter those next words, I promise you that I will.  And those words will be . . .

'I win.'

The room is dimly lit as a man can be seen rocking on an old wooden chair. The light flickers for a moment as the man, wearing a black trenchcoat, turns around to reveal Christopher Sabertooth. 

“I heard what you had to say about me Monolith… Most of the things that you mentioned were exactly what I thought it'd be. You brought up my failed attempt to win the title at Clash of the Titans and I understand your sentiment. You'd assume that the people want to see something different for the biggest show of the year. But I don't know if you noticed, this isn't a popularity contest. And as far as I am concerned, if it was, you won't be in the position you're in right now. This is an all out war to determine one wrestler who'd have the shot at glory. I will be stupid not to acknowledge the change in cadence and behavior that's you're exuding. I didn't expect a man of your stature to be as calculative as you seemed to be off your simple yet effective statement. I can honestly say, I am impressed. That was the case…. Until you mentioned my sanity. You talked about how you're not sure about who you're stepping into the ring with. And above all, you said you are ready for Havoc. Your cheap attempt of getting into my mind won't work since this is the route each and every opponent takes to get me out of my element. I won't lie, bring called Havoc used to bother me. And why wouldn't it after all the pain and suffering that it links to. Everything I had to sacrifice for this industry…. For being Havoc. It all comes back to me again and that's not something I'd want to remember. But when this…. This attempt to destroy my psyche kept on happening, I knew I had to change something…. But I didn't know how to do it. Looking back at it now, would I saw that I overcame all my issued when I decided to return to this business few months ago? I honestly can't tell. You're not the first one to use his…. MY former name, heading into showdowns. And I know that you won't be the last. So, I said I won't let it bother me…. I won't let it distract me from my goals and from my objectives.” Said Chris with a stern look on his face. He closes his eyes and it is clear that his breath is getting heavier. 

“But… But everytime I close my eyes. I get fucking reminded of the three years I had to spend all by myself wondering if I would ever return to do the thing I love.  Three years of solitude… Waking up everyday not knowing who I really am…. It reminded me of O'Shea…. And how I couldn't do anything to save him. IT REMINDED ME OF HAVOC AND IT HURT ME EACH AND EVERY FUCKING TIME. I won't lie to myself…. Memories like these are hard to forget and definitely hard to suppress. But it's people like you, like Scotty Adams before you, recklessly using that name because it never meant anything to you. DID I FUCKING DIG DEEP INTO YOUR FUCKING CLOSET TO FIND SKELETONS THAT STILL HAUNT YOU? DID I? Ugh… What irritates me is not that you think that I am unstable… Or that Havoc still lives insides me. It irritates me that I still let it get to me EVERY FUCKING TIME. You think I chose to be Having. You really think that I'll put my body and my soul through all that pain… I'll sacrifice everything that I held dear, just to indulge my inner sense of morality. This is wrestling…. I walked down this path because ever since I was kid I would think about doing this every day. I could very well have gone down the path I was forced to as a 7 year old being told that he needed to fucking push himself so that he can walk down the footsteps of his deadbeat father and his jaded Olympic dreams. I DID WHAT I HAD TO DO TO REACH THE POSITION I'M AT RIGHT NOW TO ESCAPE FROM THE REALITY THAT I HAVE TO LIVE IN EVERYDAY. I WRESTLE SO THAT I CAN FORGET EVERYTHING THAT HAS GONE WRONG IN MY LIFE. AND TRUST ME, THERE'S A LOT OF IT!.... I was told as a youngin’ in this business, that mind games are all fair play. So…. I guess, fair play to you Monolith because whatever you wanted to do, has worked. As much as I want to win that Omega Heavyweight Championship, there's something I want to do even more than that. And that is TO KICK YOUR FUCKING ASS. I'm not strategizing on how to get your fat ass off the ground and on to the mat. I am WAY beyond that now. This is a war and remember, you chose it to be this way. Respect, honor, integrity are all out of the fucking window. YOU WANTED HAVOC?! YOU SAID YOU WERE READY DIDN'T YOU?!” Said Chris as he springs up from the chair.

“Well... too bad. Because Havoc does not exist anymore.” Said Chris as a faint smirk on his face.

“Honestly, I needed to take it out of my system and I do feel better having said all that. I did not doubt your physical abilities Monolith, but your mental fortitude is something I didn't take account for. And boy, did you catch me off guard with that one. It's been a while since somebody brought up how unstable they think I really am. Heck, I said it myself. My failure to win the Omega Heavyweight Championship has been haunting me ever since Clash of the Titans. It's a lingering feeling of knowing that you could have won it all when you come so close of achieving what you've always wanted to achieve. I could have been heading into Final Destination as YOUR Heavyweight Champion but the fact that I am not, is undeniably unnerving. But the last thing I'd ever do, after everything I have been through, is to let Havoc run rampant again. Have I ever thought of being pushed so far into the corner that somehow, Havoc finds his way through the inner workings of my mind and fucks with my head once again? It has crossed my mind and I'd rather not think about it.” Said Chris as he is distraught by thinking over the possibility of Havoc taking over him again. As Havoc, Chris has had a lot of success. But with all the success that came in, Havoc went from being an idea to an identity. 

“That does not mean that you're in the clear, Monolith. While you traveled the world, looking to find yourself and your passion once again. I can relate to that…. But when I returned after my hiatus, though it was much longer than yours, I had to scratch and crawl through a wave of opponents to get my first World title shot two weeks ago at Clash of the Titans. I worked my way to the top and I did it at my own terms. And do not forget, I was a champion in my own right, having won a title everywhere I went. I could have been entitled, maybe I was... a little, and hoped that I immediately burst my way into the top title picture. But that's not the route I took and I'm thankful for it. Cause the crash that follows is a lot tougher to handle than working your way to the top. Having lost my title shot, I stand before you with an opportunity to earn my way another chance at glory once again. But for you Monolith…. The drop is going to be a lot harder. When I beat you this week, and I will BEAT you, you won't be ANYWHERE near the Omega Heavyweight Championship picture anytime soon. Whereas I have found my way to the top and I plan on staying here, title or not.” Said Chris as he checks his jacket pocket and takes out a Cigar. He proceeds to light it up.

“Monolith… When you say things like you're ready for Havoc. You should know what you're really asking for. Because trust me, you don't want Havoc in OWA. I don't want Havoc in OWA, for my sake and your own. I can only assure you that you don't have to worry about my sanity. The man you face is the man that has been busting his ass both in the ring and backstage week after week. While you enjoyed the cool breeze of wherever the fuck it was where you went, I stole the show each and every week. I made these people and my peers acknowledge me by my actions. I am Christopher Sabertooth. Remember that name, Monolith. Because if you truly are the future of this company, as you claim to be, then that name will be the one that you'll be chasing. I am here to leave a legacy for generations to follow. I am here to seek after my dreams and make into reality. I am here to be the BEST. And you are not going to be the one stopping me…. I will become a World Champion. Even if it's the last thing I ever do.” Said Chris as he puffs on his Cigar. He blows smoke towards the camera as the thick cloud of smoke takes over the frame as it slowly fades to black.