Atlantis Promo: Sleep Now In The Fire

(The camera opens up in an acre of clearing out in the middle of the wilderness.  The chirping and buzzing of cicadas fills air usually reserved for the humming electronic marvels of men.  A large shadowy figure seems to materialize into existence between an overhang of leaves and a backdrop of bramble.)

"Pain is a tool.  It's a powerful motivator, it's an alarm within your nervous system that tells you that somethings wrong.  It alerts you that you've reached your physical limit.  Ignoring pain will only lead to decay.  Outright denying that you feel pain will lead to reckless abandon.  I don't care what face I see when I step into the ring, be it that of a doctor, a monster, or a man. All that really matters is how one copes with pain.  I've been transparent about my injuries.  I've bled about as much as I've breathed, but I don't run and hide from the pain.  I don't let some built in entitlement based around some vague sacred quest blind me of what my body goes through.  I live in it.  Study it.  I let it settle and fester within my bones, and ultimately I begin to build up a tolerance to it.  I'm not claiming to be indestructible like a certain madman who believes he turns into an abomination every full moon like some ancient fairy tale told to children to keep them out of the woods at sundown.  No, I am the living and breathing abomination of the modern world.  I go to sleep at night out of the world's good graces and wake up the following day the very same blasphemy to society that closed his eyes and laid down the night before. Nothing righteous motivates me, only the laws of nature that men like yourself wish to defy serve as my only true master."

(The Derelict steps out into the clearing with his bindle over his shoulder.  He regards a pile of downed trees, clearly chopped down in their prime by lumberjacks or land developers.  He takes a deep, whistling, breath through his crooked nose and  drops to his knees before a mighty fallen oak and props his bindle up against it.)

"You don't intimidate me Udy.  Your antics and moral semantics don't impress me.  Your black mask and fake doctorate are barely capable of chipping off so much as a crumb of my psyche, much less crumbling it.  You're a pretender, Udy.  You're a man who can't stand to look at himself in the mirror, so he disassociates and tries to become something greater.  At the same time he doesn't want to listen to advice or hear any negative criticisms, or even have the slightest notion of his own cowardice floated by him from a doctor or a well-meaning friend.  So what do you do? You invent your own doctor.  You create a dark half.  You hide behind a mask and pretend a monster lurks within.  I don't wear masks, Udy.  I don't hide the fact that I'm a bum from the world.  As a matter of fact, I revel in it because I know that this face is my true face.  So what if someone else doesn't like it? who cares? All that matters is results, and so far I've been able to deliver."

(The Derelict slips his finger into the bindle knot, effectively untying the hanky from the pole and letting it's contents fall and unfurl on the log.  The Derelict catches the OWA Heavyweight Championship before it's slick leather can slide off of the bark and tosses it over his shoulder.  He then grabs his trusty railroad spike and effortlessly stabs it halfway into the log and starts  whittling away at the hole with it thoughtlessly.)

"I think you could be more if you tried, Udy.  I think if forced to face your own failures, you'd have no other recourse than overcome them or perish.  That's where I come in.  I've been looking for contenders since I've earned this championship.  Last week April Song pushed me to my limit, but didn't quite put me away.  I'd love another crack at her, but that's really up to the front office to decide whether the onus of beating the champion for a title shot stands as Song's true measuring stick.  Regardless, she didn't win, so I'm on the lookout for the next in line.  As far as I can tell, you're not it.  Not yet anyway.  Maybe if you survive.  Maybe if you walk away with the fluke pinfall.  Maybe if down the line you can reconcile your own self-loathing and embrace the slacker within, you'll be able to harness your self-worth into a true victory instead of praying to some vague deity for guidance and purpose.  Then again, maybe finding that inner slacker that you truly are will relegate you to the bottom of the heap where you belong.  Either way, I think you'll be happier once you find your true place in the circle of life.  Somebody has to be the last link in either end of the food chain.  As far as I can tell, I'm on one end and you're on the other.  That means that one of us is the weakest and the other is the apex predator. If that's the case, then why should I bother with you at all? Why do you get to cut in line ahead of the others who could devour you whole?  I'll tell you why; it's because you block out all of the pain, including the agony of defeat.  You don't think it matters that your win-loss record reflects poorly on your perceived strength.  You don't understand that winning and losing means life and death.  You don't get that merely picking the bones of a titan after it's fallen from the top of the mountain doesn't make you champion supreme.  You're a scavenger, a hyena laughing along with everyone else as they make you the butt of the joke.  Now I think that's unfair, especially considering you're clearly unwell.  You're not the first man I've met who suffers from delusions of grandeur.  I've ran across many men living under bridges, in gutters, and within junkyards who believe it's their destiny to find the holy grail of immortality.  I've seen fabricated sacred quests consume souls and transform wall street fat cats into sewer dwelling lunatics who hear God's voice when a toilet flushes.  You're a broken man, Udy.  Anything of worth that resided within you has been consumed by lunacy.  You're like a forest with an outbreak of root rot that the divine hand of mother nature hasn't mercifully stricken with lightning and lit ablaze."

(As he continues to whittle the railroad spike between his hands, smoke begins to emit from the growing hole.  The Derelict lowers his head and blows into the hole, sparking embers to life within momentarily before they weakly snuff out.  He adjusts his belt on his shoulder as he studies the hole, and suddenly notices a rainbow reflecting onto the log.  He looks at his belt and spots the beam of light coming off of it.  He lowers the face plate of the OWA Heavyweight Championship nearly level with the hole as he tries to refract light off of it's plate.  After a few tweaks and adjustments, he finally shoots a beam of light into the hole, causing it to catch fire almost immediately with a strong flame.)

"That's where I step in.  I have to be that reset button.  I have to be that divine spark that starts the inferno.  I have to go full scorched earth on you Udy so that something fruitful and healthy can grow from your ashes.  There's no ridding you of your pestilence, so we're going to have to start you over from grass roots.  Flame cleanses all in nature, even things that believe themselves above natural order.  I'm your wake up call, Udy.  I'm the cockerel crowing at dawn that wasn't trained by anyone to crow when the sun comes up, but knows deep down inside that it's his purpose to do so. It's ingrained in me to bring you back to the land of the living and reintroduce you to the real world, and that all starts when the bell rings and you shake hands with your old friend Mr. Pain.  He's sick of you sending him straight to voicemail and not returning his calls, so I'm here to arrange a meeting that you can't weasel your way out of.  No more stand ins, no more hiding, just the three of us replacing the true order of things and sending you to the back of the line."

(As the fire spreads over the log, Derelict grabs his belongings and places them back in his bindle just in time to avoid the lick of the flames.  He slowly turns and starts walking back toward the woods as the camera pulls back to an areal shot, revealing plumes of smoke emitting from different points in the forest as flames breach the treeline.)

"It's up to you whether you grow new roots within the ash, or merely perish in a field of cinder."

So I, Omega’s Greatest failure, will get to be in a tripe-threat dance with Odyssey’s Heart known as Dulce and Odyssey’s Anger known as Llorona. Oh, how blessed I am to be in such a glorious spot aren’t I? I wanted to give Diantha a simple win, but oh the powers that be had different ideas didn’t they. You see, I had something planned, but I guess I have to do it earlier than I hoped. These recent months have thought me many of the things about myself and everyone and thing around me. I am the lamb to the slaughter, and yet one of the biggest stars and a raising one has copied me. What a shame it is, truly. So instead of going through this long dramatic speech, I shall cut to the point.

I would have my last match for Odyssey at Game Over, since it would be a clever end. Don’t you think? Is that cliche, though? Who the fuck cares as it would be perfect, but sadly now since Azumi has announced if she can’t beat dear Alyssa then she walks, which I find hilarious. So I am forced to move mine up, and it couldn’t be a better time now couldn’t. The fiftieth episode of Odyssey and a grand one at that fact as they load it to the brim with everything you could want from Odyssey, and now it will be my last show. Oh, how grand it is. If I win, which I doubt, I would win the chance to face Diantha and yet I won’t even be there... how great would that be. If I lose... well... I would go back to Detroit and leave Odyssey altogether, but since I am sure someone would accuse me of stealing from Azumi, though it is really reversed, I have decided on going to OWT. I am damaged goods that should be shipped back to Detroit, am I not wrong? From my name changes to gimmick changes to everything in between that has become a joke that is all damaged and so am I so there is no more use for me. Even if I stayed, I would just get joked on again for changing so there is no winning for me as for I am mentioned. I am damaged, but maybe being in OWT as a false Goddess said would do me some good. Though don’t be fooled, I will give this match my everything, The Jessy or Roni or whatever name you know and call me by, you have seen won’t be on display that night. Oh no, it will be the one everyone wants to see and the one that “Oh, so many people have waited to see” and what other nonsensical shit they spew from their foul mouths.

Now, I suppose I should talk about my opponents, correct? The Heart and Soul of Odyssey, the Athena of Odyssey that has helped this brand carry forward, and that person is no other than Dulce Torres herself. Oh Dulce, I have no ill will against you and never will, for you are a champion that was made perfect. From your in-ring performance to the way you carry yourself outside of the ring to everything else I could list, but I know would get boring. You are the quintessential piece to Odyssey and one of the few that hold the brand together and have made it into what it is now. Oh, what else can I say that I or others haven’t already said. I could talk about your latest outings, but that isn’t like me., I am sure Lorona will do that for me, so no need for me to do so. I could also talk about our last matches, which would be like me, but not anymore as even that is played out. Just like how myself is played out.

Now there is only one left. The baddest bitch in the room, or whatever cliched thing she wants to be known as, La Llorona herself. To be frank with you, La Llorona, I have nothing to honestly say about you as you mean nothing against me. That could be taken as an insult, but really it just means I have no interest in you and I have nothing to really say about you... well besides the fact, I find it funny you are always so close to prize you want and yet you never get it. What is it they say, always the bridesmaid and never the bride? Because being honest, that fits your Odyssey career perfectly.

That is all I have to say on this match and the entire ordeal. I already know what the others will say and I do not need to reply to them. I don’t have a lot to say on anything because I have made my amends and I come to terms with everything. So come Odyssey, you all will see the last of Omega’s Greatest Failure... so I bid everyone a final Goodbye, Good Luck, and a sweet Good Night.

Try To Be the King but the Ace Killer's Back



Natalie Cage lifts a sledgehammer with purpose, before bringing it crashing down on a giant tire. She repeats this exercise until sweat is coming from every pore of her body. Cage disposes of the hammer and wipes down her face, before sitting on the tire and looking directly at the camera.
 
So here we stand, fifty fucking episodes of Odyssey. I remember the very first one, and I know that you remember it, Diantha. I kept you locked in a cell and turned you into a monster. You broke Megan Harper in two and put an end to your losing streak. The path we forged on that debut episode laid the groundwork for greatness. We fought together, we bled together, we tried to kill each other on more than one occasion. Odyssey 25, we were the MAIN EVENT. 25 episodes later… another milestone episode and we’re in the headline spot again. And nothing could be any more appropriate. My greatest enemy, my greatest ally. Oh, the poetry, the romance, it’s all there. You couldn’t fucking write a better book.
 
Look at what you’ve done, the things you’ve achieved. You did what I always wanted and followed in my footsteps. I won the Clash and a year later, you do the same thing. I captured the world title and you weren’t too far behind. I laid out the blueprint for greatness and not only did you follow it, you refined, improved… dare I say perfected it. You’re the man now. You’re the ruler of all you survey. The first EVER two-time Women’s World Champion. You’re in your prime and you might be surprised to hear this after everything we’ve been through, but I’m proud.
 
When I entered the Promethean Chamber, it wasn’t about stealing anyone’s spot, it wasn’t about dampening anyone’s moment. Christie got hurt and I did Viola a favour. I love that woman and I would kill for her, but I love the Odyssey brand more than anything. I will – and have – do anything to ensure this show thrives. When Dulce eliminated me, was I disappointed? Obviously, I wanted my belt back. But as I sat in the locker room and watched the rest of the match play out, I was rooting for you. I knew it was your time. I think it’s safe to say that me, you and Dulce know each other better than any set of wrestlers in this entire company. I saw a fire in your eyes, I saw that killer instinct it takes to be the best.
 
When Eris cashed in… it was crushing. I may have done horrible things to you, but nothing on that level. But I always knew you’d get it back because Eris ain’t shit when the chips are down. And I should know because I’ve kicked her arse up and down the arena many times. It might have been the worst night of your life, but all I saw was a minor speedbump. When someone has all the momentum in the world, there is no object that can stop them. The Diantha Express was firing on all cylinders and God help whoever stood in its way.
 
This is how it was always meant to be. Me, returning from my war with Dulce to challenge my greatest opponent and finally settle this. Our saga predates Odyssey, it started back when this show was merely a twinkle in Aria Jaxon’s eye. Fast forward a couple of years and you have two studs in the prime of their careers, ready to kill each other for the opportunity to be the man. This is what I live for, you know this. I went to unspeakable lengths to be champ as long as I was and I don’t regret a damn thing. I loved every minute of it. I loved the attention, the adoration and the hatred. It comes with the territory. And if there is one woman who can carry that torch that burned so bright under my watch, it’s you.
 
I will never apologise for who I am. You might not like that and that’s fine by me. I did some foul shit and while I was humbled by losing to Dulce, while I do want to show the fans that I put the good of the brand and the locker room before anything, I’m not going to lie. I’m not going to insult anyone’s intelligence. Every action I took as champion was my choice and I take full responsibility. Cheating to beat you at Boiling Point? Yeah, I did it and I’d do it again. I’d do ANYTHING to get the sweet taste of gold. It drives me and I hope now that you’ve been gifted that power, you can see how easy it is to be corrupted.
 
I want you to learn from what I did, Diantha. I want you to look at the raging cunt I was and make a judgement call: do you wanna sink or swim? Will you go to ANY length to remain champion? You don’t have to stoop to my level, because there ain’t nobody in this business as good at being me as I am. But I hope you’ve not gone soft, for both our sakes. Because if you’re a complacent champion, if you fall at the first hurdle and let me take my baby back with ease… it reflects poorly on me. Like it or not, I’m your mentor. I might have programmed you to be something horrible, but I gave you the gift of not giving a fuck and getting the job done. You have followed my lessons to the letter and look at the success it’s brought you! You call the shots now, there is nobody on your level… at least there wasn’t…
 
This isn’t one of those part-timer bullshit title shots. This isn’t me returning to get a crack at you because of who I am. Make no mistake, Natalie Cage is back and here to stay. I am not like the others. I am not like HENDRIX, TyAnna, Roxy. I am not putting my career on the line because I can’t fucking hack it anymore like a certain someone. I broke my fucking jaw defending that title. Nobody has given more for that strap than I have. This is my NINTH world title match. That doesn’t happen by accident. The reason I’m in the main event all the time is because I AM the main event. You know it and I know you’re not dumb enough to disagree.
 
I’m giving you the very best I have to offer, Diantha. Will I cheat? Will I play dirty? Will I do things unbecoming of a chivalrous challenger? You bet your arse. It would be disrespectful of me to do anything but that. I want you to be keeping eyes in the back of your head…something that might have helped you when Eris cashed in. We both know that I just keep coming. Dulce had to shatter half my skull to keep me down. Do you think you’re gonna get any less?
 
I’ve done my healing, I’ve licked my wounds. What you’re looking at here is Natalie Cage as good as she ever was. I am not a relic, I am not a ghost of your past. I am the present of Odyssey and will remain as such until I say otherwise. All the Alyssas, Morrighans and Lloronas can come in and be big stars, there’s plenty of room at the table. But they’re not us. We represent the elite. We are the peak of this business. The ball is in your court, Diantha. You are no longer the starry-eyed contender looking up from the second-place podium at me. Now I am the one who’s chasing. I am the hungry bitch who wants to reclaim her spot. That should scare you, that should scare you so fucking much.
 
Remember what happened the last time you faced a hungry Natalie? Remember how I dropped Roni De Vil off a scaffold and hurt her so bad that she wasn’t seen again? Remember how I damn near decapitated you en route to winning the Clash? That’s what you have to contend with. Natalie Cage at the top is a dangerous animal, a woman willing to bend and break every rule to win. Natalie Cage on the hunt? The deadliest fucking creature this brand has ever seen. Just look at the trail of bodies I’ve left behind me. Women who would rather run away or quit than have to deal with what I bring. It’s why I respect you, Diantha. You’re one of the only people I’ve faced who didn’t turn out to be a pussy. You have an edge. You have a lust for violence and greatness that rivals my own. It’s different than someone like Dulce Torres. She has every bit as much heart as me and you, but she ultimately fights for what’s good and true.
 
Us? We fight because that’s all we know. We’re down in the shit, toughing it out just for the possibility of being something greater. Neither of us exists without the other, don’t you see it? Your existence in this business will always be tethered to me. All I can think about is how we’re gonna kick the shit out of each other one more time, just for the right to rule. That’s what makes us different. We’re medieval. We don’t sit on a hill, observing the battlefield and sipping port. We don’t patiently wait to pick our shots and hope we bet on the right horse. We step right into the firefight, eat bullets and shit lead. Iron sharpens iron and we are sharper than every damn blade in the OWA. There is no debate, no argument. The line doesn’t start with us, we are the fucking line.
 
Come Odyssey 50, the people who love us and the people who hate us become one and the same. Because they’re all gonna be watching with the same interest. The whole world will stop to see the most intriguing chapter in the rich tapestry that is our bond of blood. And we will bleed. If the canvas isn’t stained red by the end of it, I will be sorely disappointed. You’ve always made me feel more alive in your attempts to kill me. That wonderful irony is what keeps me coming back for more. Violence is my drug, Diantha, and you’re my most reliable supplier.
 
SO GIVE ME THAT HIGH ONE MORE TIME! SHOW ME THAT YOU’RE NOT LIKE THE REST OF THEM! SHOW ME THAT I DIDN’T WASTE MY TIME WHEN I SELECTED YOU AS ODYSSEY’S FUTURE! BECAUSE IF YOU FAIL TO LIVE UP TO EXPECTATIONS, I WILL BRING DOWN A FIRESTORM ON YOUR HEAD OF SUCH MAGNITUDE THAT GOD HIMSELF WON’T BE ABLE TO STOP IT! WE STAND ON THE EDGE OF THE ABYSS, AND YOU’D BETTER NOT FUCKING BLINK!
 
GIVE ME THE LIONESS. GIVE ME THE NEW ACE OF ODYSSEY. GIVE ME GREATNESS OR GIVE ME DEATH.
 
Natalie gets so worked up that she shoots up from the tire and grabs the hammer again, swinging it with such ferocity that it snaps in two.
 
If you don’t…I will not be held responsible for my actions.

(Ashley Walker: Devi Krysis now slowly trying to pick herself back up. She makes her way to
her feet, but Morrighan is STALKING her as she stays positioned just behind her! Devi is back
up and she looks around trying to find Morrighan...and Morrighan lets out a soul rattling shriek!
Devi turns around startled at the sound and...RIGHT INTO THE CRY OF THE BANSHEE!!!!
THE JUMPING CUTTER CONNECTS!!!! COVER!!!  OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!!...
TTTTTWWWWOOOOOOO!!!...
TTTTTHHHHRRRRREEEEEEE!!!)

Few minutes later...

(After that suffer the lost against Morrighan McDonnell, Devi slowly getting up as she look at the crowd as they clapped for her performance.)

Meanwhile...

(Jovana walk up with the defeated Devi as she had a towel wrap around her neck.)

Jovana: Devi! Excuse me, Devi!

(Devi turned around and saw Jovana Slater as she slowly stop.)

Jovana: Devi, your first match on Odyssey against Morrighan McDonnell didn't go has it hope to be give me your comments on that one?

Well Jovana, I know that I was ready for The Banshee after all that hype that she had, talking about conspiracy to the Odyssey brand because she lost to Dulce Torres. So yeah I'm not even mad at this point but she needed that win, just like I fought Gwen Harper on my first day, i'll live to fight another day.

Jovana: So with is it gonna be the last time we seeing you at Odyssey and when we gonna see the Inner Wolf that you mention earlier?

Jovana my dear, you hear the Odyssey commentary this isn't the end for The Apex Bloodwolf on Odyssey, i'll continue fighting and i'll go down fighting until I accomplished my goal! And as far as the Inner Wolf goes she'll be emerged from the slumber really soon. Thanks Jovana.

(As the interview was finished, Devi is walking away while Jovana look on as camera fades black.)

 

Stephanie is back sitting in the same seat she was the other day. She is wearing a Brooklyn College t-shirt and gym shorts that could be seen. She was also wearing her glasses instead of her blue contacts. Her hair was tied in a bun. Next to her was a glass of rum. The War Queen gave a toast before she started speaking.

“There we go, sweets. That’s the baptism by fire I wanted to see from The Reverend. You’re a dangerous man Mikey, it’s kind of a turn on. But, I see you as more of a kindred spirit rather than a type I could go to my wife to get a hall pass for. Oh, I’m very well aware of your ‘killer instinct’. I also know we sign a contract that excuses the promoter and the opponent from manslaughter charges if someone dies in the ring unintentionally. That doesn’t put the fear of God in my heart. I’ve been getting into the ring with all sorts of characters since 2009, be it killers, psychotic clowns, literal monsters, etc. And you know what? I dominated them all. I’ve had jealous rivals pull knives out on me during my title run back at JET. I’ve had the wife of Eclipse throw me off the top of a cage onto a steel canvas and still I thrive while that bitch is locked up in a mental institution. I broke the woman I once loved in the center of the ring. Literally broke her! Ended her fucking career, Mikey! Someone I gave my heart to, promised I’ll always be there for her! I bought a ring to propose to her and yet I chose my life over hers! Even to this day whenever she sees me on TV or on a billboard she knows and understands that Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda is the woman who broke her. A year ago, Aria Jaxon and I brought each other to our knees. After years of losing to the War Queen, both Tarah Nova and April Song were finally able to beat me. Two women, by the way, I beat consecutively on the same night. I think what I’m trying to say Mikey is that the difference between us is that while we’re both capable of tearing down our rivals, I can also make then into better fighters. Every fight is a lesson learned and I’ve been giving classes to the best in the world for many years. I bring out the best in those that stand before me and for that, the business thrives as a whole. I know what you want to do to me in the ring, Mikey. I probably deserve what you’ve got in mind, but justice is a fickle mistress. In our line of work, justice is rewarded to those who seek it for themselves. That means you have to beat me for vindication sweets, and as far as I’m concerned I don’t plan on leaving Mexico with an L across my forehead. I have a lot of momentum going, I’m in the prime of my career! There’s no amount of brooding that’s going to leave me shook sweets.”

Cloud took a sip of rum from her cup and closed her eyes for a moment to savor the taste. She made a small ‘mmm’ sound and shook her head with glee.

“Barbancourt is some good shirt, sweets. I have to thank Carlos for recommending this to me. I’d like to rally back and discuss this idea about domination. It’s funny really because it sounds like you’re giving me one of your school lectures, teach. Do you want to know what real domination looks like? Outlasting eleven other women to become the first women’s Rampage winner in the history of EAW. Beating three of the most dangerous women in our industry - Tarah Nova, April Song, and Andrea Valentine in a single night. Do you want something more recent? Beating five worldwide competitors to win this here PWN Unified World Championship.”

Stephanie pulls out her world title for the world to see, along with her WWH Women’s World Championship.  

“And the second belt? I defeated one of Jaywalker’s most prized students, Jaydayne Pendragon’s bride-to-be not once but twice. You said you know what domination looks like? I beg to differ, sweets. Domination is when you’re on your third AND fourth title reigns at the same time. Domination is when you’re six defenses away from beating your personal record. Domination is when you’re just about to reach your peak and you’re already eclipsing your rivals one by fucking one! Don’t you ever tell me what it means to dominate your peers because if we’re gonna talk that good shit then you’re not even in my dust, Mikey.”

Stephanie noticed that she was leaning too close to the camera and composed herself before sitting back down. Her face was a little red from getting a little too into her emotions. 

“You become a fighter because you had no choice. There were no opportunities for you except to fight your way up. As for yours truly, I come from a middle-class family. I could’ve been anything, Mikey. I could’ve gotten any career. My mother was a naval officer and my father a musician who toured with the likes of B.B. King, Tatsuro Yamashita, Mariya Takeuchi, and Wynton Marsalis. But yet, I chose to be a fighter. The difference between us sweets is that I WANTED this career. Combat is just something I’m naturally gifted at. Heh, who would have thunk that a Blasian queer woman has more privilege than a White cis-hetero male? I guess that’s what makes the world an interesting place. But, you’re in a place where you can comfortably exist as you are. I remember my JET days when I was the face of the brand; a mixed Japanese woman carrying the most prized possession in joshi wrestling.  I would walk around backstage wondering if my peers accepted me. Manami shared the rights to the promotion with me first, but it’s Azumi Goto who gets the most respect as an owner. She’s done a lot of work for the brand but it makes me wonder if that’s the only reason why she gets treated with more respect than I do when it comes to our company? The story of my life was that of an only child looking for a place she can call home, a place she can feel welcomed. The Hunter family, my War Room Dojo, my marriage...those are the places to remind me that I’m not alone. Maybe that’s how you feel about the Performance Center. I respect you because you have honor. I never said I was an angel, Mikey. In fact, if I had a character sheet my alignment would probably read neutral, or after what I just did to you, chaotic neutral. Yes, I do what I want when I want and I’m very much aware of the consequences. But hey, I wanted Aria to win and I was willing to do whatever it took to make that a reality. It was the same with Revy and her brother, and Jada Blaire for Havoc. Nasty fall she took though. But that’s the price we pay for backing those we believe in and as far as I’m concerned I would take a fucking bullet for Aria Jaxon. She’s my ride or die, and in a world where Moongoose and Havoc want to start a war, The War Queen will continue to fight beside her allies. I hate to say it Mikey, but you were just another victim.”

Stephanie sighs and throws up her hands.

“That’s it, sweets. You’re just a victim who got caught up in a more complex situation. You could’ve been anyone Mikey. You were at the wrong place at the wrong time. That’s how it is in a gang war, sweets. Sometimes you become a victim. Yes, I called you a victim. I need you to know it, understand, and believe it. I made you into a fucking victim. If you want to do something about it then by all means try it. Because quite frankly, I don’t mind victimizing you again. I want to make an example out of you Mikey. I want to show the world what’s going to happen in OWA now that my business has concluded. I’m tired of feeling like I haven’t done enough here compared to everywhere else I’ve been. In fact, OWA is the only promotion I’ve been signed to where I have yet to win a title. EWC, PWN, WWH, OATH, EAW, and JET - I’ve won a title in these places, four of them being world titles. Hell even in my indie days, I’ve won accolades over at SDW. So now, it’s time to take things a little more seriously here in the Land of Omega. It all starts with you, Mikey. You’re going to be the catalyst for my rise in this company. With your defeat, I’ll put everyone on notice. After all, I have one more title shot to use from my contract and I aim to fucking win.”

Stephanie sits back and takes another sip of rum, feeling a lot calmer than she was earlier.

“I’m not looking for a free ride, I’m looking to make points and examples. I’m aiming to do a clean fucking sweep throughout this entire promotion and I’m going to do whatever it is that I need to do. That’s what it means to thrive and survive, Mikey. That’s what it means to dominate in this hostile climate the likes of The Ashes and Shin-Sekai have created. When I’m finished, when my time in this career is done, OWA won’t be Gooseland. It won’t be The Temple of Havoc, and it certainly won’t be the Chruch of The Reverend. It’ll be Cloudy Country across all three brands. Hmph, I took a look at this company’s Reddit and someone asked who the four pillars of this company are and I saw a lot of ‘Aria, Nas, Finn, and Kenny’. Hmm, Aria definitely deserves to stand at the top, but if you ask me there’s only a spot at the top for two Queens of Wrestling. You already got your ass kicked by one, now you’ll be formally introduced to the other. You can talk about ruthlessness all you want with your first level Human Fighter-looking ass. But at the end of the day, it’s the sexy Half-Elf Ranger that’s gonna walk all over this land as she owns it. All of the ruthless aggression isn’t going to keep you from going to Cloud 9. And like everyone who’ll come after, you will all be blessed by The War Queen.”

Stephanie raises her cup once more.

“I’d like to see you make me into a bedridden bitch. Many have tried, all have failed. And to top it off all my enemies have been left in the dust as I continued onward. If a whole fucking promotion couldn’t tear down my legacy then you won’t be able to do shit, Mikey. So just keep sitting there, eating your cereal. Let the adults handle their business and there will be no problem. Because if you try to take me down I’m gonna chop you in the throat and punch you in your fucking bird chest. This isn’t an octagon match sweets, it’s the squared circle. My territory, my rules, your downfall. Now if you excuse me, today’s lesson is over. Class dismissed.”

With a wave of her hand, the screen slowly fades.

A king may be what you decide to claim, but your kingdom will be worth nothing but ash when I’m finished with it.

For only the beginning in my homecoming to the business I helped forge into creation with my own hands, you’ve been found lacking in what I expected, Keelan. I’ve been patient to hear the words to be echoed through your mouth in whether they would be those of classic arrogance, dim-witted ignorance, or of a shocking revelation. I’ve waited, and waited, and waited until the moment where you finally decided to speak out unto me and give your thoughts on the match to come at Olympus. What was I met with when I decided to take in these words and listen to them? Bitter disappointment. There’s quite a bit to unpackage here with what you had to say and the pure ignorance you’ve displayed towards my motivations and reasons for not only returning to OWA but joining alongside The Phantom Troupe to commit the actions I did. First off, who said anything about forgetting about you and not having my focus be placed upon you in this match? I told you when I walk into the ring and you’re standing across from me, that’s the only thing that will be running through my mind. The moment of seeing you hobbled and broken, lifeless into the state of becoming a husk for the entire world to see, beneath my boot before I expose to the world the fraud you are. For that’s what you are if we’re being honest with ourselves here. You’re nothing more than a mere pretender of what a true legend and great wrestler should be as you masquerade around here like you run the place. Only people who want to let the world buy into the web of lies they want to sell are the people who will bastardize and throw the accomplishments of the real legends under their belt and why is that? You do it to discredit them, to bring them down to your level, to the point where people might believe that you have a chance and this is a sound strategy to have, Keelan. It’s one that’s utilized very often, but it’s been used too much on me by weak men like yourself who find it so easy to resort to this tactic to slander me into leading the world on into believing than when you stand in front of me at Olympus, it won’t be another day of reckoning for you and your body to be forced to endure. Back to my point, you only walk around here and pretend to be a legend, but I don’t see THE MAN of this business when I look at you. You beat Finnegan Wakefield? Who fucking cares? You defeated CM Nas? Congratulations, join the many others who had the opportunity before you. Match of the year contenders? Been there done that. You haven’t done a single thing in this business that I haven’t already laid claim to and I have done more in over a decade of wrestling around the world than you’ll ever see in your lifetime. All of these things say something, no matter what you want to believe about being the face of this company because it does say to me and the entire world that you’re not good enough to be the real face. You’re not at the level of a wrestler that I am to get the job done when the lights are shining bright on you, but you want to kick my ass? Don’t want to compare resumes, but you want to look at me and tell me that I’m the past and need to move on? Don’t make me laugh. You’re nothing special. You’re nothing grandiose and unique from the other men who have been lauded as great comparisons to what I have become in this industry, just another meager attempt to duplicate the greatness I have created. Underestimate you? No, I think I’ve estimated you quite correctly at the end of the day, but you’re just upset because the estimation of your talent isn’t what you wanted to hear. Sorry, but there is one thing that I am right now with you, and that’s honest.

I’m honest in the words that I speak and the actions that I take and these words are not meant to just be insults to be thrown around towards you, but the hard truth you need to listen to realize the failure you have become over the years you have walked through these halls. A failure in the terms of establishing yourself as the face of this company you want to be, a failure in attaining those childhood dreams of yours to become a world champion in this business, all of this is what you have become and you know what they say? Pressure creates diamonds and when I humiliate you in front of those who watch Olympus, I’ll provide you with the greatest pressure you’ve ever been under with people wondering all around you if you still have what it takes to proceed with your dreams. Once you are left with defeat washing over you and that taste stuck in your mouth, will you be able to persevere or will you be like the rest I have watched after I have beaten them and crumble underneath it? That’s the question you’ll have to be left to answer once you’ve seen the end of this match, Keelan. That’s the true reality check this match will bring forth, not this idea that you have in your head about the business needing to move on because what have you been left with? Bull Connors? You said he’s been a dominant champion, but where is he now? In fact, where’s Gareth Cason since you wanted to stand up for him with his departure? Oh right… they’re not here. They did what everyone else seems to do and when they get their opportunity, they get their chance, they take their ball and go home. When they have everything they want or when you take everything away from them and never let them have that opportunity again, they leave OWA high and dry right? I know you think I did the same, but that would be a lie. I left this business with the opportunity to create something bigger, to create something epic, something that would last through the erosion time will slam into this company and what have I been met with? Bitter disappointment once more. These men simply share the same thing you do, the attempt to be nothing more than a pretender of what a real legend is, but I’m here to show them.

You are right about one thing, I’m not willing to let this business move on and this business has melded with my personal life. I’m not willing to do anything of that because the new generation that has been left to take charge of this place has been nothing but disappointed since the start or handed everything they have ever been asked to earn. Arata Asakura, the current Spartan Champion here in OWA, a prime example of nothing more than a mere spoiled brat who has been handed every opportunity he has been given in the wrestling community. Bull Connors and Gareth Cason, more of the generation of charity with everything just being given unto them to hoard and nestle close to their chest. Ungrateful, unappreciative, and disrespectful to those who came before them and built everything that they have taken advantage of. You expect me to simply allow these people to take the torches I crafted for them with this amount of dishonor and insolence? No. That’s not going to be the case, Keelan. I’m not going to have this happen and I will do it by not only taking back those trophies I helped establish for them to stand out as stars for this promotion I gave my heart and soul to, but I’ll follow up with the punishment of all OWA who has let me down at this moment. It all starts with you, but it will soon follow throughout the entire promotion as a whole. Champions, renowned stars, people deemed the future, even the business leaders will be forced to suffer until the entire company has been reduced to ash by the hands of the one person who they never had brought the scorn out of. I gave everything to this business and that’s what someone like you I would have thought to have understood, but you’re like the rest of these ignorant cretins from the new generation who believe themselves to be worthy of everything by simply existing who cast that aside. I gave wrestling my body with it being broken several times over for the adulation and praise of those around me, the blood and sweat were given unto them willingly to create enough crimson masks to tell the stories those for generations to come, and I gave my life outside of this promotion to make sure everything I sacrifice was worth it and my name would be a legend to be remembered instead of another passing face in the sea of people who aspire to be something in this business. Everything I had of value in this life was lost and melded into this business and that’s because of how much I used to love this business, but after it has taken everything away from me and spits in my face when they are done with me? No more. I’m finished being the man who will forge these creations into the wrestling world, establish the opportunities and prestige for the business, and be the architect of the grand design when I am met with nothing but disdain from those around me. The only thing left for me in this business are two things: Reclaim and ruin.

Olympus is the first step into reclaiming what has been lost to me in the Omega Heavyweight Championship, a belt that has been tarnished and disrespected after my tenure for long enough, by bringing you to your knees. Keelan Callihan. Your kingdom that you’re so proud of is about to watch the king see what a man of true legendary status can do, a man broken and defeated to the point of questioning himself as the pressure mounts upon him from there to prove himself all over again, and what will you be then when I leave you and your throne broken? Face the facts that are staring you right in the face because the truth is this match will be the first and final warning to all those who are like you and decide to believe the future is bright in the new generation and want to leave what men like me have done to simply be forgotten about. If what happened to Baba Yaga at the hand of The Phantom Troupe wasn’t enough to make sure the entire world got the message to be delivered, what happens to you through the brutality and carnage I create will serve that message with no doubt into the minds of those who witness it. You may believe this is the kingdom you have become the ruler of, the person who bears the heavy burden of wearing the crown to represent this mirage of a utopia that has been built, but you’ll come to find out you’re just another person who has decided to play the fool in believing that to be the truth. The truth is the only person who rules is the person with the most power and you may want to believe you are this uncrowned king, but I’ll make sure that you follow in line with the rest when they are forced to do what you will be made to do at Olympus when we finally meet for the first time in our careers.

Bow down before the one you serve.

It'll be my favorite kind; a big, fat, lengthy...
Atlantis #1

Well, well, well, look who just became number one contender for the Openweight Championship. Now, if memory serves, I think I said I would. Then I went out and done what I think I said. There's was a lot of good people in that match, and as much as you can say beforehand that you're gonna win it, and you're gonna do this, that and the next thing; it's a crap shoot. Battle Royal's are a shit show where anything can happen, anyone can win... man who am I kidding, the cream always rises, don't it? Nah, but seriously, you got folk like Gwen Harper, Rebecca Brookes, you know, they had my respect before, and they've still got it now. Nothing but love here.

But now I'm going for gold and I've got a rocket-ship strapped to my back, baby. And that's gold currently held by The Vincent. Dude, beating Baba Yaga was a big deal. He's legit, and you went out and got the job done, so congrats. Sucks for you though that now you find me as your number one contender. Basically what that means is, your title reign's gonna be a short one. I mean, that's probably better than having no reign at all, right? You know the old saying, better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all? You know the one, well that goes for title belts as well. Better to have a one, two week, or whatever, reign than none at all. Of course, when I beat you, when I win that OWA Openweight Championship, I'm gonna have a nice, long, really fucking lengthy reign. It'll be my favorite kind; a big, fat, lengthy...

title reign.

That shit's way in the future though, and I got the present to be concerning myself with. Ain't no rest for the wicked, as they say. I don't know if I'm wicked or not, but... well, I suppose I can be. Shit, maybe I will be this week, 'cause this week I'm rocking up on Atlantis. Rocking up to beat the hell outta Reginald Dampshaw III. First of all, man, what the fuck sort of name is that? And the third? You're the third son of a bitch to have to live with that name? Jesus, dude, I don't care how rich your family are, I don't care how up your own ass you are, you gotta change that man. Or at least fix it up a bit, you know? Reggie, and drop the third. No one gives a shit about your grandfather. No offence.

I'll be honest, man, I don't know much about you. This is my seventh match, and that includes a battle royal. Our path's just ain't ever crossed, I guess. Now they have. Sucks for you. Quite frankly it sucks for me too, 'cause I had a look to see what you're all about. You know the first thing I see? You whipping yourself. Man, who does that to themselves? You're into that sort of thing, just send me a message, 'cause I know people; I'll hook you up with someone, no judgement here brother.

Now, come Atlantis, you really, really don't need to worry about coming across as a woman beater. Reggie, that shit just ain't gonna happen. Aria proved you wrong, I'm gonna prove you wrong, and sooner or later you're just gonna have to admit that you are wrong. I happen to think that I'm a lovely dream, but to you? Man, I must be a fucking nightmare. And this 'fucking nightmare' is going to become your reality. Everything you hate, is gonna be right up in your face. A fucking sleazy, trash talking, whisky drinking, woman is going to be smacking you all over the ring. In fact, you should bring along that little whip of yours, and I'll whip the shit outta you as well. I won't even charge you for the pleasure, that's how nice I am. Well, I won't charge you money, 'cause you're gonna head your face stomped into the mat, so you can consider that a form of payment, I guess.

As for Odyssey, and women competing in the men's divisions, are you asking me? How the fuck am I meant to know? I signed my contract and got put where I got put. Dude, I don't give a damn if someone's a man or a woman. I got plenty experience with both. I just won a battle royal against both. I've beat men here, and I've beat women... and I've beat a fucking banshee, or whatever the fuck she is.

I'm a harlot. I'm a slag. Yeah, yeah, blah, blah, fucking blah. You seem to take offence to me being 'half naked in front of everyone' like you, Reggie, aren't running about the same ring in a pair of little trunks. And as for using my body? Don't know where you've got that idea of me, buddy. It wouldn't just be a sweeping generalization would it? You see a woman that doesn't hide who she is and boom, she's a whore. Bam, she must bend over, real slow, making sure you get a good look down her top. Fuuuuuck you. I've got where I am through hard fucking work. Wasn't a single person throwing themselves out the battle royal on account of me offering them a sneak peak. Nah, that was hard work that went into that. I dress like this, walk like this, talk like this, drink like this, and you take that as meaning I don't give a shit about the business. Bud, I can assure you that I ain't in this for the paychecks. I've been grinding for a long time in a lot of low places for this to be about anything other than love of the game. But you go ahead and think that, 'cause come Atlantis, I will be sticking these middle fingers up in your face, and you ain't gonna do a damn thing about it.

You're giving me the invitation like I was waiting for one. Reg, I'll punch, kick, scratch the absolute shit out of you just for being a fucking dick. My life? Man, my life's far from miserable. Yeah, it used to be. My past is my past and I don't hide it - it's out there for the whole world to read about. Me present though? I couldn't be happier. One thing is absolutely positively for sure though; I would NOT trade my past for yours. Our pasts made us who we both are, and I know who I prefer.

Fuck The New Dawn. Fuck Reginald Dampshaw III. You're 'a messenger'? Well, I'm a fucking Saint. And you wanna talk about me like I'm hanging about street corners, like some cheap whore, sucking dick for a shot in her arm. Nah man, that ain't me. You don't need to suddenly be concerned for my well being, thank you very much, 'cause you're gonna find out this week, that I am more, more, than capable of looking after myself.

I do the things I do 'cause they're fun. Wrestling if fun. Music is fun. Sex is fun. Drinking is fun. Drugs are fun... well, mostly. Heroin's not. Don't do heroin kids, that shit'll finish you. And I must admit, I didn't really sample any Mexican jungles, does that surprise you? I'm more of a street kinda person. Now, I don't know if I'd say scary, depends who you're with I guess, but they're definitely a bit... rough and ready. So am I though. You wanna start shit with me? Okay. But I'm gonna finish it. Back to the point though, fun. That's why I do what I do, and I fully get that there's folk out there, just like you, who judge. You wanna judge me for who I am, and what I do, and I've met and known people like you my whole life. Those people tend not to stay in my life for very long; just like you won't. At Atlantis, I'm gonna stomp you Face Down in the Dirt.

You take your glass of wine, I'll take my bottle of whisky, and let's see what comes out on top.

(The caves of Pakistan are where the BWO have retreated to. They prepare for their last stand. Bada Dik Baap and Hussein Hussein sit in a corner discussing battle plans. Apu and Bapu Singh are practicing their sparring with The Mediocre Khaled. Bada Dik Baap notices the camera drone and stands up, walking over to it.)

Bada Dik Baap: Ah yes, we have allowed ONE opportunity for the people of OWA to speak to us! What is it that you want?! Our submission? NEVER. Tell them Hussein!

Hussein Hussein: The one and only being that we submit to is Allah himself in Jannah above! 

Bada Dik Baap: Salaam Alaikum! 

Hussein Hussein: Wallikum Salaam! 

Bada Dik Baap: We have been driven further and further away from our goal with every defeat we have suffered. Michael Bishop, Jeff X, Vincent, Jacob Knight, everyone who stood in our way… won! Why?! Why is this the case? I asked myself this question. We all asked ourselves this question. 

Hussein Hussein: It was I who uncovered the answer. When you look at our Islamic brothers like Farrukhan and Nick Cannon who have assisted us in our goals of spreading our message around the world, and then you look at us with our actions in the ring in OWA… There is a key element missing to us. For being agents of change, for being supposed revolutionaries, we bring nothing resembling that when it comes to the ring! 

Bada Dik Baap: And for this deficiency I have no one to blame but myself, for my ineffective leadership. The element we are missing… extremism! Why have we been wrestling like any other member of the roster this whole time?! We are the agents of the Islamic world! We are the descendants of the Kings of Jerusalem! We have the firepower of Saudi Arabia, and the cultural impact of Bollywood! We are not your average group in OWA! We are not Ashes of the Wake! We are not The Phantom Troupe! We are not The Void! We are not The Nice Guys, we! Are! The Bollywood! World! Order! And on Atlantis, we will not just be taking over, we will be making things an explosive night to remember… And who’s going to stop us? The Nice Guys?

Hussein Hussein: Don’t make me laugh, habibi. 

Bada Dik Baap: Do you see how they have disrespected us this time? First they snub me from the Steel Asylum where I should rightfully have won the Omega World Championship. Then what, instead of giving me a high profile match against some like Havoc, or perhaps giving ALL of us an opportunity against a group like Ashes or the Troupe, what do they give us? THE NICE GUYS. And how so? Two on five… To think that they think the five of us are equal to just the two of them?! Apu and Bapu alone would be more than enough! They are the first tag team champions of Omega Wrestling Alliance, uncrowned, and undefeated! The Nice Guys? They lost their titles to two rookie teams! Pathetic! 

Hussein Hussein: How awful. I spit in their general direction.

Bada Dik Baap: And that is not all! Teddy Mac is an infidel of unprecedented levels! Did you hear he values women higher than men?! He treats his wife with respect, and his daughter with love and care! What a fucking idiot! He will burn in Jahannam for these crimes! Women deserve no respect! I will teach you this the hard way Teddy Mac when I turn you into one!

Hussein Hussein: Mashallah Baap, now you are truly extreme!

Bada Dik Baap: Allahu Akbar! And Nobi? He is a fool! What a disgrace! The White Knight? He must also treat women with respect! 

Hussein Hussein: Even worse, he treats everyone with respect!

Bada Dik Baap: That is unforgivable! I have nothing left to say! I am too angry!

Hussein Hsusein: Mashallah, the plan will be carried out. See you on Atlantis, fools.

(Our scene begins first thing in the morning as Teddy Mac and Nobi are in their rental car, cruising down the road of Mexico City. Both men are in shorts, a tank top and have exercise bands on with clear intent for a workout routine. The camera on the dashboard is not acknowledged by either man as they share light interaction between each other, seeming to be more focused on the destination. The determination softens however as they stop the car and choose to look directly at the camcorder.)

Teddy Mac: Here you go, bloggers. Publicists. Sports pundits. Twitter users. Anyone out there following wrestling. Here it is - the first appearance of The Nice Guys after Meltdown. The first time you can see us addressed as FORMER World Tag Team Champions. We were on a high for a long time, and for many, when you see someone make crazy progress you figure it’s only a matter of time until they crash. We opened up doors for the division, we moved things forward at an exponential rate….and we stalled like people were expecting. But look at us. We don’t look like victims of any crash. We aren’t in a bad way. We’re still kicking. We’re good to go. That tag title loss was just a bump in the road. A redirection! A new route for us to make our journey toward being TWO TIME World Tag Team Champions! We lost the belts, dusted ourselves off, worked over a game plan and now here we are at the early hours of the day - while all our competition is probably still in bed getting crust out of their eyes - ready to hit the weights. We’re already looking to get stronger. The life of a champion doesn’t end once they lose the title, it’s just a refresher. It sharpens their skills by putting them back on the chase. It gets that fire in them to glow even brighter. It makes their story THAT much better when they reclaim the belts and continue their reign with far more experience and desire. “Nice Guy Summer” ain't over. In fact, the season is going to be ALL YEAR LONG! Nobi and I have fell in love with this tag division, we take pride in our craft, and are going to do everything we can to remain involved in that lane no matter how many people want to push us out. This morning it’s keeping our bodies in shape, tomorrow it’s keeping our reputation as a team! Our first match since the tag title loss is this week and who do we have? The Bollywood World Order! The OWA originals. One of the FIRST tag teams OWA ever had and the people who were in the inaugural tag title match. There will be a lot of history standing across from us in that ring, Nobi. And a lot of pressure bearing down on us from the fans.

Nobi: Yep. People might see The BWO as a comedic antics but I know we should take them seriously. The age old saying is true, you can’t judge a book by its cover. I mean, people see The Nice Guys as comedic acts and somehow we end up being the third longest tag team Champions in OWA history.

(Nobi looks down in the car, rummaging through a bag as he unwraps his breakfast to go. Nobi takes a bite of his sausage biscuit while Teddy Mac helps himself to a sip of juice.)

Nobi: A breakfast of CHAMPIONS if I say so myself.

Teddy Mac: Indeed. Need all of the energy we can get so we can hit our goals in the gym, and then hit the Bollywood World Order even harder when we see them on Atlantis!

Nobi: Absolutely. We’re going to have to hit hard for sure with the odds we’re working with. We’re not just disadvantaged from losing momentum at Meltdown, it's also a handicap match. We’re not talking one extra member, we’re talking TWO on FIVE. Numbers wise, it looks like we’re backed into a wall with nowhere to go.

Teddy Mac: ….But?

Nobi: ...But spirit wise, we have them outmanned. We are number one in that department. Don't get me wrong, each and every one of them are talented. Don’t let that win/loss record fool you, they are a hell of a team of wrestlers. Stark trained them and he's one of my greatest rivals, so I know BWO is more than just an entertainment. Ha, of course they ARE entertaining. Outside of the ring and frankly inside the ring too. There is never a boring moment when they get a platform as wrestlers. People tend to get lost in the sauce because of it though. They take them as comical goons...and then are made to pay when they show what they’re really about. They know their game and they play it perfectly, but we’ve gone beyond the point of cheap tricks catching us off guard. They’ve got their strategies down pat and we know how to work as a tag team as well.  A team that enters a match expecting anything. A team that fights honest and leaves it all out there. They’re a cohesive unit, but we’re like a top tier machine running on all cylinders.  We're going to prove it to them that The Nice Guys are the most unstoppable force in the game when we beat them all on our own, no extra teammates needed.

Teddy Mac: You know, the heck does a handicap match even mean, when you break it down to our situation? How is a stipulation name like that relevant to US? We’re wrestling handicapped? We’re working with a less than favorable hand? That’s just the come up for you and I, Nobi. You, a young prodigy from Indonesia. A place with little wrestling scene or representation on mainstream television. You got out of your country and with your people on your back you managed to work your way up! You were a foreign kid with no friends in high places, no super fancy training, and you definitely didn’t play into the mentality of being bitter or aggressive to get what you want. With all of the limitations from your look, to your language, to your networking, you still found your way into arenas! Headlining shows! Winning titles! You had the number one movie in the country a few months back! You BROKE the box office! You hosted an ambitious show all by yourself and got people to tune in for both nights. You are a household name and well on the way to being the next Omega Heavyweight Champ if I have anything to say! And I don’t want to toot my own horn, I’ve already told my story time and time again, but if you know who I am then you know my whole life has been like a five on one handicap match! I was labeled a loser, a geek! I was bullied in school, spit on and underestimated. All that torment then prepared me for when I grew up and was bullied at work in the office, getting treated like some nameless pencil pusher. It could have been an industry; it didn’t matter what dream I had, it always got stepped on from people who didn’t think I was fit to make it far. I was the best little worker bee in my company but that didn’t matter to those at the top. So imagine what it was like for me entering wrestling! I’m not the meanest or toughest guy out there. I’ve always been a lover more than a fighter. I’m for sure not built like the typical athlete of today either. My body’s a bit more soft, my skin isn’t scarred up like the rest of the good ol’ boys who’ve paying dues, my hand’s aren’t all calloused like a “REAL MAN” should be, my smile’s a bit more goofy….my haircut has always been more on point then the rest though, shoutout to my wife. Point is, going by “fate”, I was set up to be a D League player. In school, in the office, in wrestling, in life. But now I can say I’m a world champion. Now I can say I’m in TWO different national promotions. Now I can say I’m side by side with a legend like Nobi, blazing up for a SECOND tag reign. Nobi and I have both experienced adversity and live to tell the tale. Ease all the doubts from looking at the match card and get the clear message: We’ve already won our handicap match with the world, and we’ll win our next against the BWO! 

(Teddy Mac takes another sip of juice and then looks at the camera, having an expression of his face as if he expects the viewers to want to hear more.)

Teddy Mac: Is that a good enough statement for all the vampires out there trying to suck a news story out of our loss? Will that calm any paranoia from our fans feeling scared and disappointed after last week?

Nobi: I think we did good. Covered all the bases.

Teddy Mac: If there is any hesitance in backing us up on this next stage of our career, here’s my advice. Stand back and watch. Let us breathe. Let us do what we need to do. Take your microscope off of us and check back in a few more weeks if you want to see progress so bad. In the meantime we’ll be setting the stage until then; when you can see us be proven right. This week is part of the rebuilding days. We’re going to finish our breakfast, we’re going to do this workout, we’re going to beat ALL FIVE of The Bollywood World Order….and then we’re going to get back our belts from GRiME.

Nobi: I’m not at my brightest in the mornings….but I’m certain I heard nothing but facts just now. We have a lot of great challenges ahead, yes. But we’re working to be greater.

(Teddy Mac raises up his drink.)

Teddy Mac: Cheers?

Nobi: Cheers.

(Nobi lifts up his drink, toasting with Teddy. They put their beverages down, finish up their food and then get settled in to finish their drive as the camera shuts off.)

My road back to the top continues. Jessy Saxon nearly tore off my arm but I’m still willing to go, I’m willing to make the climb and right now I am making that push towards the top. Fight hard and really let loose. People see me on this downward spiral, that I’m going to be finished in a year or even less than that but never have those people been so wrong. I might have taken a backseat to girls like Dulce, Alyssa, and Diantha… part of that is my own failure as I couldn’t claim the Women’s Championship again. And now… the dream to be the first-ever two-time Women’s World Champion is dead. It’s upsetting but Diantha deserved that moment more than anyone, she has fought through everything and was able to overcome so much. It felt so heartwarming to see her to stand on top of Odyssey and it made me proud because I know Diantha well enough because of the amount of times we’ve faced in the ring. I guess I need to think about another big goal for the season since the one I had in mind has been taken away from me. That’s something that I can think of over time and such but now we return to back to the grind. Rebecca Brookes is my opponent this week, another young star on the rise. It seems that management will keep lining up these younger stars at me and see which one is able to send me packing. They can keep sending them at me and I’ll fight them all. Rebecca had a lot to say about me. She said she was a fan and that warms my heart a lot, it brings this really fluffy feel good moment of sorts but then she had other things to say about me. You said that I had lost my footing as The Ace but are you sure about that one? Because my face is still on billboards and such but sure maybe I haven’t gone and pushed to be in a world title opportunity, never have people had that my time as The Ace was over. No matter what I’m the one who decides when my time as Ace is over and as long as I can breathe, I will be Odyssey’s Ace. Since the first episode I’ve been the backbone for this roster, times might have changed and I’ve taken a backseat to the new girls but when you look back at the women who truly put Odyssey on this stage of it being a proper brand for OWA, I’m right there at the front. No matter how things are looking for me, I want to push and fight.

I might be a step slower on the draw but I can still go, it’s no longer about going zero to a hundred in matches. I can go to that next level but it takes this worn down star just a bit more now to get there. Almost a decade of doing this, one filled with pain of being on the road, going each night and being in a match that no one would forget, fighting as much as I did without ever caring about my body… at least that’s how it was before the first Final Destination. Slowing down as a competitor doesn’t mean I’ve lost my footing. If anything I’ve stood my ground, time after time, opponent after opponent thinks that I’m on my last leg but I’m still going. Everything has been thrown my way, Rebecca but there’s a constant… The Ace is still here. As long as Odyssey keeps airing episodes, I’ll be there as the brand’s Ace. I know and understand when girls have bigger aspirations of wanting to do more, go out and do inter-gender matches, even I’ve dabbled in it recently but through it all. I’ve stayed with Odyssey through everything, I haven’t thought about leaving to be on Kingdom or Olympus. There is a certain thing about Odyssey that makes me want to be here forever, it’s the fact that this show. It was built around me at one point, I was in the center of the wrestling world, something that I didn’t get to experience in JET.

When I declared myself The Ace, I said that with confidence knowing that no one in the locker room would disagree. And even now, as you say that I’ve lost my footing… I’m still here and I know that there is no one who wants to disagree with me that I’m The Ace. Something you need to know about me, Rebecca is that even when I fall and “lose my footing”, I get right back up, brush off any dirt, attempt it again and repeat the cycle. Some call it the definition of insane, I call it an endless amount of love for what I do. Having a career in sports is unique, we’re a part of one of the few professions that actually never take time off from our jobs. We live this job 24/7 but for me… along that, I have this intense love for it and the day I “lose my footing” as The Ace is the day I can no longer love this world that I’ve grown accustomed to. Till the day that happens, I could see myself doing this till my early 40s.

Who knows I might end up having to wrestle my step-daughter if I continue to go at this rate.

You know it’s weird Rebecca, I never saw facing Jessy Saxon as a downgrade, that facing her would be a step below competing on a pay-per-view. She’s a former Goddess Champion, I know that she’s not herself but regardless she isn’t a downgrade. I know I should be competing for the OWA Women’s World Championship or even the Goddess Championship but something will always be better than nothing. There was a red hot crowd that wanted to see me compete and I did just that. I had my arm nearly ripped off but regardless I’m still here, ready to go for another match

You made this great analogy, Rebecca. That you’re in the opening chapter of your career but who knows if your career is gonna be a long novel or a small book, so enjoy it while you can. And what about me you might ask? Well that’s the thing, I’m so far into my career at this point, some people aren’t sure where I might be. Maybe in the end like a good few people think so but if anything I still believe that the years where I will truly shine will be there soon. I mean that, I have so much left to give to the world and so much more to accomplish even with this resume, I have. You talked about the experience gap and that truly exists between the two of us. You have many many years ahead of you but what you lack is the sight of failure right in front of you. Those harden so many people, they help with growth, just like failure. As you said you’re the student and I’m the master, the one who has seen it all. The biggest thing I can teach to never think your opponent is any less than you. You don’t know when it can all fade away and it bites you in the ass.

You have a bright future ahead of you, Rebecca. Time on your side and years of hopeful dreams and such but right now, this is the present. No matter how bruised and beaten up I might be, I’m still here as The Ace of Odyssey. That will never change and nobody can change that. It will take so much for me to lose my footing than just being older than most. Through everything I still want to fight, through every bit of self-doubt, I push. Because my greatest enemy is myself and I don’t lose that battle. Now until the end of time, Azumi Goto is Odyssey’s backbone and till the end of time, I will be The Ace of this brand. Through its highs and it’s lows, this is still The Ace’s show. You’ll see that even if I’ve lost a step or two, it’s still good enough to beat you on Odyssey.

The future might be bright for Odyssey but no matter what, this brand… It will always need Azumi Goto as The Ace. I’m going to tell the future to take a back seat once again, my climb back to the top. If I fail, there is no harm in getting right back and wanting to do it again. Through everything I fight, because it’s all I have left.

Place: Mexico City, Mexico
Time: After Midnight

Stephanie’s eyes could barely stay open as she, her wife Monica, Aria Jaxon, and her husband Aren Mstislav were being driven back to their hotel. They had an idea to spend time together before the Boiling Point event. It was nice being with her best friend, a chance of pace from their rivalry last year. At this point in her life, Stephanie wanted to make peace with ‘Ria, nothing more. The War Queen had enough on her mind, including the ramifications of her actions. She knew Aria was confused about why she entered the Asylum to help her. They could barely remember anything during Revy’s flashbang except that Moongoose McQueen was still OWA World Champion. Matsuda felt like her gamble still paid off though, despite drawing the ire of both a Chicago and North Carolina native. There was hell to pay for her actions, but Cloud was willing to pay the price. Aria was titleless, but she was safe. The intel that Stephanie received paid off - Shin-Sekai and The Ashes of The Wake made their play. Things were becoming complex as time went on, not to mention the nightmares she was having as of late.


“Stephanie?” Monica’s voice seeped into her thoughts, pulling her back into the present.

Stephanie turned to her companions who were already exiting the vehicle. Stephanie followed and stretched her arms. Monica paid the driver and said a few things in Spanish before back to the group.


“I know there’s a lot to go over, but we should all get some rest and reconvene in the morning,” Monica continued, as her eyes look worrisome towards her friend and her wife.

“That sounds like a fantastic idea,” Aren wasn’t one to hesitate to express his feelings.

Aria raised a hand before her and Cloud’s spouses could take another step.


“I’d like to speak to Cloudy, alone. If that’s okay with you Mon?”

Monica simply shrugged and walked into the hotel with Aren, who held the door for her. Once they were gone from sight, Aria motioned for Stephanie to follow her over to a nearby bench seated before a fountain. The War Queen quietly followed, trying to conceal how exhausted she actually was. Between her loss to April and Aria failing to become a double world champion, the whole evening was pretty much moot. Matsuda sighed and sat next to her friend with her arms crossed. Both women were out of their ring gear, dressed in tank tops that matched with hair colors with gray tights. Aria was the first to speak.


“Why did you help me?” She asked, still unsure if everything that transpired was a weird-ass dream or not.

Stephanie was silent, mostly because she was unsure of how to answer the question. 


“It’s not a trick question Cloud, I just want to know what possessed you to lock yourself in a cage with me and five other psychos.”

Stephanie rocked back and forth on the heels of her feet, wondering what kind of answer she should give her friend. Helping her win another title was simple enough, but it wasn’t the only reason and Aria would know that. Stephanie sighed and shook her head.

“Things are changing, Ria. It may not seem like it but I have a feeling this season is going to be more dangerous than most. You need someone to have your back, and quite frankly those SSW Phantom friends of yours are not gonna cut it.”

Stephanie turned to her friend.

“The time to call it quits comes for all of us. I don’t know when that’s going to be for you or me, but I know one thing for sure: I want to build a goddamn legacy. I want a career that can stand the test of time, one that people will continue to talk about even after I’m gone. We choose this path, and you best damn believe we need to leave our mark when it said and done. You and I...we’ve been through too much otherwise. For most of our careers, we’ve either been away from each other, or at each other’s throats. I’m tired of the back and forth, push and pull ‘Ria. I want to be your ride or die again, nothing more, nothing less.”

Aria nodded silently, knowing there was more to it, but felt Stephanie’s feelings were valid. The War Queen stood up and quietly kissed her friend on the forehead.


“We’ll talk more later. For now, I just want to get rid of this pounding headache.”


“Yeah, we need to finish this conversation.” Aria’s words may have sounded like caution, but her tone was the exact opposite. 

Stephanie smiled as ‘Ria took her by the hand and led her into the hotel. Maybe, for now, she didn’t have to worry about the future. No matter how ominous it seemed in her nightmares…



“I have no regrets about what I did.”

A webcam reveals that Stephanie Matsuda is sitting in a hotel room at an undisclosed location. It’s a week removed from Boiling Point and The War Queen looked like she had a lot on her mind. There was no makeup or filter on her face, just good old fashioned natural beauty and stress. Her eyes seem to avoid the camera for a moment, but this wasn’t out of fear, but rather a face she made as she contemplates the next set of words that were about to leave her mouth.


“You’ll never get an apology out of me Michael Bishop. I know you’re not looking for one and instead will op for beating my ass, but I’m going to let you know that’s not going to happen either. I know it’s not fair, but these days I’m beginning to give less of a fuck about what’s fair. I sit back and all I see are people running around getting away with doing whatever. Fine, if that’s the way they want to play, then so be it. I’ll be the one laughing in the end - in fact I’m already ahead of the curve, sweets. While the likes of you, these “straight arrow types” tell the same story over and over, they fail to realize that they’re spouting the same shit as everyone who came before them. Then on the other side, you have these so-called mad geniuses who think they have us all fooled and quite frankly sweets, I don’t give a fuck. This game that we’re in, it wears you down. I saw the tired look in Tarah’s eyes as I stood across from her at Final Destination. I saw the same look in Carlos’ eyes after his match with Aria that same weekend. Eventually, you just grow sick of the thing you loved for so long, like a bad marriage. Every week it’s pain, regardless if you win or lose. You take a beating, give a beating, and pop a couple of pills for your trouble. Hey, I get it. Why am I here if I’m talking like someone who’s grown tired of the rat race?”

Stephanie paused for a moment as she leaned her head forward.

“Because I want it to be worth it. When I cash out, I’m going out at the top. I just don’t want to be an OWA legend, or the face of PWN, or WWH. I want this gorgeous face plastered all of the industry as I hold a world title in every place I’ve ever fought in. People...they’re starting to call me ‘iconic’ again, something that was reserved for my darling sister-in-law. But now, I’ve inherited that identity and fused it with my own as The Iconic War Queen of professional wrestling. Mikey...how much did you give up to get as far as you did? How many more handcuffs and stabbings to the neck is it going to take before you get fed up and seize destiny BY THE FUCKING THROAT AND MAKE HER YOURS! It doesn’t matter how many licks I take or threats I receive because, at the end of the day, I’m ahead of the curve. While Goose is planning his heists and Havoc his D&D rituals, my girl ‘Ria and I are shaping the universe as we see fit. And we don’t need a god damn get along gang to do it either. You know what Mikey? That’s what I like about you. There’s this lone soldier attitude about you. There’s this swagger and it rubs off on the OWT kids. I know and understand how a great teacher can affect their students because I’ve done the same for my own. This is why I’m going to do you the favor of knocking out those dead kneecaps so you can continue to teach...and nothing else. Consider it a mercy kill, sweets. You’re more useful somewhere else other than chasing a dream deferred. I...feel bad seeing the look of defeat on your face. It’s like watching a man who’s lost all hope float through life without any direction whatsoever. You’re like waiting for the day someone lays you out for good. In some ways...my mentor was like that. It pains me to think about that shit, you know? You and Black Scorpio are so much alike, in fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if you both knew each other. He knew Carlos, hell even supported him in the early days of his career. Hmph, maybe that’s the secret when you think about it. We watch these moppets grow in the gym and when they’re ready, they go out there and fight the good fight until there’s nothing left. Until they’re a sack of fucking potatoes ready to be carved into bits and pieces. Pro wrestling is a fucking food dispensary, but yet we’re addicted to the competition. Let’s be honest - we’re not normal people. The average person wouldn’t go out there and want to be punched in the face for a hundred bucks a night. But we did it and somehow some of us made it on the side much richer than we’ve ever imagined. But I’d be lying if I said I did it for the money because if I did I would be living in Florida where the land and property tax is MUCH cheaper and I wouldn’t be paying for a brownstone full of homeless kids corrupted by darkness across the street from where I live.”

Stephanie chuckles as she realizes she went off-topic.


“There I go running my mouth again as any only child would. Are you an only child Mikey? That would’ve sucked for your parents if I nicked an artery and you died in that asylum. All of those years...wasted. Ended by a Blasian bitch with personal problems who was only trying to help her friend get over. Speaking of which, you seem to be more pissed off at Aria than me. Hmph, maybe it’s some psychological warfare or whatever. Be it as it may, the result will be the same, sweets. I will deliver a matching-ending blow to the aging fighter, thus pushing him further into retirement. You will have that same tired look in your eyes that Carlos had, Tarah had, Azumi currently has…”

A soft sigh escapes Cloud’s mouth.

“I’ve seen that look in Haruna Sakazaki’s eyes, I currently see it in the likes of Nas, Aria, Scott Oasis, well even high ass Stark looks more exhausted than usual. The people I’ve fought against and alongside. The Jacob Senns’ of the world, the world-weary Darkanes, and Arata Asakuras, they all have a glimmer of that look. We all have a ticking clock, sweets, and everyone stops at a different time. That’s why I gave up on my original plan of abandoning all of my obligations for one promotion. I’m not going to be somebody’s ‘fighter’. You can play the role of OWA’s meat bag all you want, quite frankly I don’t give a fuck. As I said, I don’t hate you. I fact, I kind of respect you. But at the end of the day being dead and broke never got anybody anywhere. When the sun shines on my career...it will be undisputed. Because at the end of the day, everyone will know and understand where my true beliefs lie. It’s to be immortalized, sweets. And it won’t take another five years or five months, because #BLZNSZN is happening live as we speak! The heavens are telling my story right at this very moment. Maybe I should be thanking you, huh? You get to offer yourself as a stepping stool for getting my point across. Meh, maybe after I kick your ass I’ll buy you a beer or something. When I’m finished kicking your ass, you can go back to teaching those kids.”

Stephanie rubs the back of her neck.

“That’s why I did what I did, sweets. That’s why I put my body on the line and incurred the holy wrath of The Reverend, so Aria’s legacy can elevate as well. She and I have been through too much bullshit and before our clocks tick for the last time, we will live for as long as we can. If it has to be in infamy then so be it. It’s not like we never led the outlaw life before. From now on I look out for me and mine, on some Cosa Nostra shit. It’s ‘our thing’, our destiny, our...Life. And if you don’t like that Mikey, then maybe you need to eat from another bowl of cereal.”

With that said, The War Queen pours herself some cereal and starts eating as the camera fades.

Here I am again, back on Atlantis to face someone who has nothing to do with me or will be involved in anything associated with me. Nothing personal against you Noah as I am sure you have other things to be more concerned about then some throw away match. Though maybe if I... well there is no if let’s be real here, when you win against me I can continue this losing streak on Atlantis and soon I can be Odyssey’s and Atlantis’ Greatest Failure. Doesn’t that have a delicate ring to it? I could become the new Bane of Sunshine, but enough of self-deprecating or loathing as someone would say instead I will use this to address something that has bothered me.

Rebecca, I saw and heard your promo against the Azumi, and I have to personally I both liked it and hated it. I loved the feeling you had in it. The attitude of you will do your best against Azumi and you won’t let people down. I dig that a lot, Rebecca...it is very underdog of you to say and as I have said people the people love a good underdog to cheer for and live a better story of the underdog winning. I felt the emotions in it... I understood and even understand where you are coming from, but be warned Azumi’s facade is just that. Her current attitude is all fake and as you could clearly see when we faced each other that was the case because a person who was truly downing themselves and lost themselves wouldn’t act or wrestle the way she said. So hear this warning, or not as I couldn’t care less. When you step in the ring with her, give her everything you got and then some. Now the part that really got me was when you stole my words. For example, you compared the great Azumi to Icarus... guess what Rebecca I have already made that comparison to myself when I faced Dulce oh so long ago. Even the tone of your promo stole from mine the doubtfulness, the underdog feeling, looking up to an idol only to see a fallen, or false one and so forth. You putting on this dreadful act as though you are a fool proclaiming that “God is Dead!” while on lookers at you at with disgust, but sweet Rebecca...that isn’t so. You are dating one of the Omega’s top prospects knowing you could get any match or chance you want, and yet you want to act like you just came fresh from OWT or whatever training school you want to claim. Please, just like Azumi, give me a fucking break, and cut that shit out. Oh, and one last thing you and everyone could out because it is getting really and I mean really fucking old is the ole “Jessy changes her name a lot” jokes, comments, and whatever else because it has became overplayed and stupid because I know for sure I am not the only one to have changed my name to quote everyone “a lot”.

So Noah, I will say what a wonderful match we had and I am glad you won. With that all being said I bid you all a Good Night, Good Luck, and Goodbye.

Grave worm... on a hook:

“ Go back to LA? First off I’m from Minnesota asshole, so sit down and shut your ignorant mouth you drunk mother fucker. Second when you call our match a tune up fight, it made me think back to February 10th, 1990. The night Mike Tyson fought Buster Douglas, in a match was supposed to just be a tune up fight for the then undefeated champion. No one gave Douglas a chance against a man that had demolished one opponent after another. Every single soul walking gods green earth knew Douglas was gonna be just another victim who never made it past the first round. But after 10 rounds on that faithful February night, the dragon known as Tyson was slayed. Darkane, much in the same way Buster executed a perfect game plan that led him to victory, I’ll give you a lot more than you bargained for. Meanwhile this Friday night you get to find out first hand what Mike Tyson felt that night. You get to wake up the next morning beaten, and bruised not just in body, but in ego and reputation.

Boy let me tell you all something. I went into this week expecting Darkane to mumble some ridiculous and redundant nonsense, but the fact that he thinks that his petty little insults are gonna have me running home crying is just laughable. “Oh you used to work the social media gimmick, likes and hashtags lol.” Or how about “you lost in that battle royal and embarrassed yourself afterwards.” Are we talking about the same battle royal? What you call embarrassing myself, anyone with half a brain calls taking no prisoners, and not giving a fuck whose feelings I hurt in the process. Like I said before it’s nothing different than anyone in the locker room would have done to me. Maybe he thought by his little zingers would get me all hot and fuming, and so angry that I’d stumble over my own feet, but that’s simply not the case. Instead I laughed at Darkane because to me he sounds more like a fanboy clamoring to ride my dick and take a selfie afterwards. Darkane tried so hard to get me all wound up the way he did Gareth, Yet here I stand calm, collected, and feeling pretty confident because his only semblance of strategy, that being trying to piss people off till they make a mistake, just failed. So as I sit back unimpressed by his “tactics”, but mildly impressed by the level of bullshit that he can utter out of his mouth. I say that has to be some kind of record for all that rhetoric, because 90 percent of it is incomprehensible. I mean this guy either hears what he wants to hear, or is too smashed from all that cheap hooch he guzzles down to that his brain tends to jumble facts, and mashes together different arguments into one. For instance, I spoke about both why I can win a match against this glorified bum who does this because he can’t hold down flipping burgers at Burger King. How this is just a way for him to catch up to being two months behind on his double wide and using what’s left over on a pack of smokes. Where as for myself this is a way of life. This sport is what I have dedicated myself to for my entire adult life and I’ll be damned if some jackass like you tells me to stay in my lane and know my place when he’s the biggest overachiever I know. I also made the point not only of how I can win, but also why I will this Friday night. See I don’t blame a lack of desire on your part for your body being broken down, even though I see no real desire in you aside from you just wanting to get this over with so you can get another fix before the shakes start again. No I attribute your body breaking down from all the chairs, kendo sticks, flaming barbed wire tables, and other instruments of pain that have beaten you down and worn you out over the years. I said it before I’ll say it again, you lit the candle at both ends and hung on to it. You lived by the sword, and now you die by the sword. I’ll give you this, all that hardcore bullshit covered up for the fact that you don’t know a wristlock from a wristwatch longer than most other no talent goofs like yourself. But every action has a reaction, and I am sure you feel that reaction every time you roll out of bed and your knee almost buckles. You feel it when your reaching for a can of ravioli, and your back begins to spasm. Think of it like this, your body is like a credit card in regards to how much punishment it can take. You are currently maxed out.
Now that being said I will acknowledge the fact that you are one tough little son of a bitch, and if we had been booked in a hardcore match I might have been worried. But the thing is I’m not making the mistake that Gareth Cason made. Again bringing up Buster Douglas, I’m gonna do what he did by not playing your game, fighting your fight, on your terms, with your rules. Oh no my friend, when the bell rings you won’t be grabbing your shovel to wave around like You’re in the Rap Devil video. This won’t be a brawl that spills out to ringside. No I’ll tell you plainly and outright that I am going to take you down to the mat early and often, and make you work to get up off your back. I am going to pick a part your limbs, softening them up before slap on a submission that will either snap the bone or make you tap out from the pain, the choice is yours. I am gonna test the wind in those smoke filled lungs of yours, and see just how long you can go. I can say this to your face here and now, because I am your superior in every one of those facets. unlike you, I can actually wrestle. You can stick me in that ring with an Olympic gold medalist and I’ll match him hold for hold. I would be surprised if you even knew how to lock up. Unlike you, I know 1004 different submissions and just as many ways to get them cinched in. Unlike you, I actually train for events, instead of pissing away my days shooting up and eating whatever is left in dumpsters.

Oh but Mark, your career has been dead since 2016? Well not to bring up old news but just last year I I ended a record setting championship reign, and went on to nearly tie it. I ended 2019 competing for a world title, if my career was on its deathbed in 2016, than you may as well call me Lazarus, because it’s alive and well today. “2020 is my most dominant year Mark, I’m a world beater yippie!” bitch youve had two matches this whole fucking year, which means your head is so far up your ass that you literally have shit for brains! What makes 2020 such an amazing year for you? Is it because by comparison the last two have been pretty crappy for you? Is it You didn’t even make the end of last year because you got stretchered out of the arena thanks to that fat fuck they had to hot shot into my spot when I took off?! Is it because you finally able to hobble enough of yourself together to stroll down to the ring again? Or because you proved that if we toss out the rule book and turn professional wrestling into a blood sport with zero skill required, you can thrive in such an environment? Please enlighten me here , because I fail to see how you could claim 2020 has been such a great year for you. Again let me reiterate, I’m here because I told the jackasses back in Jersey to take this job and shove it. you’re here because you got exposed by damn near getting crippled by a homeless mall Santa, and you’re ability to psych out your opponents, especially myself, went straight down the crapper! Should I go on? Should I continue to remind you about how you struck out every single time you were at bat last year? How you got put out not just in 2019, but 2018 as well? Or can we focus on here and now? Because if you’d like I can spend all week listing every way you’ve been floundering for the last two years, versus how I’ve hit my stride. You talk about needing to jumpstart a career? the way I see it you have just as much to prove here in OWA as I do. Not to the people sitting in front of the tv, but to yourself. You need to prove that you’re still the grave worm, that you’re still the biggest bad ass walking the face of the earth, instead of the overrated punk whose body is barely hanging together that you are today. ‘You’re so desperate to gain adoration Mark.’ Son, I’m not here for anyone to cheer me, I really couldn’t give fuck all if those people cheer or boo. I’m not here for anyone’s pity, I don’t want anybody’s sympathy, but what I DEMAND is their respect. For them to say I may not like this guy one iota, but he can more than hang with the best of the best. I am not here to turn people into fans, I’m not here to turn people into followers, I am here to turn people into believers, That’s what I want. That’s the only skeleton in my closet, my only demon hovering over my shoulder. Respect what I’m greedy for, it’s what I’m addicted to! And if outclassing you is the fastest way to get that respect, then so be it. From bell to bell you’ll be swinging and missing. From bell to bell, you’ll be breathing heavy as you desperately gasping and gaging for air from having to keep up at my pace. From bell to bell you will be hoping a praying that I slip up and make some mistake you can take advantage of, only to realize the reason they called me picture perfect wasn’t just because I’m good looking. This Friday night you’re gonna see that I’ve a hell of a lot more than just a burning chip on my shoulder left in the tank pal, and that in this pond you may be the grave worm, but I’m the big fish that’s gonna swallow you whole before shit you back out!

So to My biggest fan Darkane, you punk ass dip shit still in love with the social media champion. Who despite all he’s accomplished wishes he could be me. This Friday night don’t take the ass kicking too personally.”