“the ground below” by Run The Jewels echoes in the background as Christopher Sabertooth, dressed in an all-black suit and sunglasses, is seen walking towards the camera in slow motion. There are few montage shots of him slowly walking, parodying old-school action movies. The only thing missing from the shot is an explosion in the background. Suddenly, there’s an explosion in the background. It’s almost like Sabertooth can read this meta-commentary. Sabertooth slowly takes off his sunglasses and fixes his hair before flipping through his pickets in search of a cigarette. A 20 pack of Marlboro Reds, the cigarette of his choosing, as Chris carefully takes one out and lights it up, puffing into the camera. 

“Is it me or do I sense a REVOLUTION brewing amongst the people? In these uncertain times, I see people rallying around for the right thing. They want an end to all the pain and suffering that have RUINED lives and then some. A few years ago, I was uninformed-- I was insensitive to the happenings of the world. Rather, I blinded myself from reality because it was too hard of a pill to swallow. How can the world be THIS cruel? How can some people carry out HEINOUS acts of injustice to innocent people and get away with it? I didn’t want to involve myself in those conversations-- because frankly speaking, I was AFRAID! Afraid of what will happen if HE… Havoc, senses the vulnerability inside me and takes over. In fact, that is EXACTLY what happened at Civil War last year. After months and months of busting my ass for OWA, I was still considered a bottom of the barrel, all-hype hack. It really did pain me to know that! Because whatever I did, it was never good enough. I was OKAY with mediocrity and that shouldn’t have been the case. And that’s when Havoc took control over me and changed my life for good. For the longest time, I didn’t expect to ever see the light of day. After all, he had no reason to ever let me-- a weakness to his strong ideals, be let out and free. Heck, I fully expected to be lost in time for the rest of eternity UNTIL I saw the bigger picture. It was never about ME. Havoc always looked out for others and people labeled him as a terrorist. As a fraud. They called him CRAZY because they, just like me, were too afraid to see the truth. But let me just say, the truth has set me free! But not everybody can see Havoc as I do. They just don’t get it! This is why I’ve made it my duty to educate these people into making the right decision. WE are in this together! I know that HE has already reached out to Jacob Knight. I tried to make sense of the situation too and I do hope that Jacob sees the light at the end of the tunnel. He has the right ideas! All he needs is a platform and being around US will give him that! I want to help the newer wrestlers that want to make a mark, NOT ONLY in this company but also the world as a whole! That’s the kind of impact that sets US apart from the rest of them. It doesn’t have to be scary! It doesn’t have to be terrifying! I will make this journey as fun as I can for everybody involved. We will ALL be eating good! That is a Sabertooth guarantee! And no money plans for registration, no need to send me your fucking résumé! COME ON IN! Take the right step-- JOIN US!” Said Sabertooth, with a large plastic grin plastered over his face. He takes in a puff from the cigarette, staring blankly ahead of him and chuckling to himself thinking about something. He regains his composure and turns his attention back to the camera.

“Nothing better than a whiff of fresh air, early in the morning. Why was I here again? Ah yes! My apologies! How can I forget about the Golden Dragon! Much like Arata, I am a Self-Made Man myself! So, I do appreciate him. What is to not like about Arata Asakura! I am sure Havoc will be upset, but I have to say, what an incredible wrestler. He has been on top of his game since he showed up in OWA and has taken Kingdom by a storm. Beat Reginald for the Spartans Championship, which is no easy feat. And he is also a decorated champion in multiple promotions. The Wrestleworld Shogun Champion! In fact, the first wrestler to be crowned a champion at Wrestleworld, beating the legendary Brian Daniels. And then he has gone on to beat the likes of Jacob Senn, Jaydayne Pendragon, April Song, Alyssa Grace, and Raoul just to name a few! Quite an impressive repertoire he has built in a really short time. If I was facing Arata, I probably would be worried! Thankfully, I am not the one facing him…” Said Sabertooth, with a deadpan delivery. He nonchalantly takes a drag from his cigarette as the surrounding slowly begins to change. It’s almost like the world around him has been set to fast forward as the clouds zoom past him and moments later, it is past sunset, as darkness surrounds the area with all that’s left is the dim moonlight. During this time, Sabertooth has made a transformation. Not only are his eyes reptile like-- he’s ripped through his suit and appears to be in ring-gear, turning into Havoc. He tilts his head sideways as he slowly crawls towards the camera with a demonic look in his eyes.

“I AM. And aren’t we familiar with each other, Arata? Remember Wrestleworld? The Shogun Title that you proudly parade around holds absolutely no value to me. You beat Jacob Senn once-- Must be nice. But what about ALL the other times you could be defending that championship. And now, you’ll talk about being in the damn King of the World finals-- That would be a good excuse if you actually WON that. I didn’t either but the history won’t remember who came second. They will only talk about Tristan Killebrew and that’s somebody that I have already beaten. And at Kingdom Come in a week’s time, I will KILL that man for all he has done. Arata, I don’t even hold your incompetence against you. Jaydayne Pendragon has rendered you into a pussy. He has you hiding behind his back, giving excuses to face a man that tried to ruin your title reign. And what does he do? He says Reginald is not worthy. I’ll be fair though, it seemed like you were upset by it. But we all know you’d rather be defending that title against Raoul or AJ Jenkynx. It’s fun preying on the weak, isn’t it? That’s what I did against you at Wrestleworld. For all the OWA sheeps unfamiliar with Wrestleworld, Arata and I have shared the ring before. You remember how that panned out for you didn’t it? Are you going to take credit for what your partner did and my partner didn’t while your ass was on the floor, hoping that this day could come to an end. Arata, you could blame it on the injuries-- but whatever you say to justify it, you will NEVER be able to explain it to yourself. You’re afraid, aren’t you? Well, you should be! YOU SHOULD! Because if I can bust open the head of somebody I actually gave a shit about and cause him to pass out in a pool of his own blood, IMAGINE what I will do to you. Arata Asakura, you are a spitting image of what Christopher Sabertooth used to stand for. Came into OWA with all the momentum but when the going got tough, he couldn’t hack it. But look at him now!! He has FINALLY seen the truth. WE ARE ONE!!! You can’t compete with that… You are ALL by yourself while the Ashes of the Wake will RISE again and take over this damn world. Sure you beat your Architect, but what the fuck did that bring you? He still bosses you around and decides for you while I KILLED MINE!! Babayka wouldn’t dare interfere in my business anymore because he knows that I understand his vision. He knows that I can make my OWN damn decisions and not be led astray by an old ass, washed-up man that hasn’t wrestled regularly in YEARS. You’re not a leader, Arata. You are the type to follow instructions by the damn manual. That is WHY you were given opportunities to make it here faster than ANYBODY else. It’s not only because you’re good. Fuck that! I can name 10 wrestlers in this company that deserved the opportunities you got, before you. You’re just a suck-up! A corporate puppet! You are not a SELF-MADE MAN!! How can that be the case when Jaydayne owns you?” Said Havoc with a snicker. He walks towards the camera as the perspective changes with the camera now in the opposite direction with Havoc walking away from it. He walks into a building, going through the walls, before appearing right next to the camera, leaning by the tree just moments later. In his hand now is the Ascension to the Heaven’s Briefcase, with all his championship gold draped over both his shoulders. That being the Wrestleworld European Championship, WWH Affliction Championship, and the WWH World Championship.

“How could you ever beat me? One moment I am standing right in front of you, as real as I can be, and the very next moment I’ll be nothing more than an illusion played in your mind. I am EVERYWHERE! Through my people… Through my ideals. Whatever you do to me Arata, it will never be enough to keep me down. This system COULDN’T keep my down. Do you think they want me to have this briefcase? Do you think they want me to be the Champion-- the poster child of this company? Now they’re sending their future star in Arata Asakura to end my legend. They want to humanize me. Bring me down to their level... But I won’t let them do that. Unluckily for you, Jaydayne won’t be there to save your ass again, not that it would have mattered. I am a LEADER, Arata. I’ve got people to worry about. I gave them food and shelter. I got them out of their terrible lives and gave them a purpose. And now I am finding like-minded individuals, with passion and hunger to bring out a change in this world. Whether that be Jacob Knight. Or Maverick. WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? A father? When was the last time you visited your family? Your kid will grow up without a father figure in the house-- and if you keep running your mouth, I can make that shit permanent. And once that’s done, maybe I’ll pay your family a visit. You know? Just to console them for their loss. If they still care about you, that is. So far, we have learned that you’re not fit to be a leader. Not fit to be a father or husband or boyfriend or whatever the fuck. But Arata, those things rarely matter in the ring… Right? But looking at you-- seeing your work… You’re not even fit to be a wrestler. You fluked your way into getting the Keys to the Kingdom at your debut and somehow found a way to beat RD3. I believe he’ll be righting that wrong very soon at Wrestleworld. Your big victories are against has-beens like Senn and Daniels. When it came time to face the big names OWA had to offer, you failed! Against Kenny Drake? Failure. Against Aria Jaxon? Failure. It’s almost like this company is building you up for something by putting you against the best they have to offer. Maybe you’ll fluke your way into a victory against these people and then the management can TWIST the narrative to prove that you’re the world-beater that you claim to be. THIS WHOLE FUCKING COMPANY WANTS YOU TO BE THE NEXT STAR!! THE NEXT POSTER CHILD!! THE NEXT HERO!! THE GOLDEN DRAGON, ARATA ASAKURA!! That’s a privilege! That’s something most people don’t get in this world. And you have the audacity to still call yourself the Self-Made Man? Ooo Brian Daniels wants to fight Tiberius Jones-- No, he should do his work as an Architect first. Let’s just give it to Arata Asakura who just WALKED UP to the ring and asked for it. Arata is A PROUD champion? Let’s have him defend his title against Raoul. Jaydayne was so AFRAID that he’ll humiliate you, that he avoided facing you for like a month until you literally threw a tantrum and got that HANDED to you. On the first day of the job in OWA, you got a shot at the Keys to the Kingdom. That seems fair, isn’t it Self Made Man?” Said Havoc, with heavy sarcastic undertones. He seems disgusted by the fact that Arata Asakura has the nerve to still be parading around as a self-made, upcoming wrestling top draw when all he has done is ride the coattails of people that are better than him and all to shadow the sharpest minds in the wrestling world. Arata may be hardworking and talented in the ring, but Havoc fails to acknowledge his accomplishments due to the circumstances surrounding it. 

“What have you exactly done here to warrant the reputation surrounding your name? Beat Reginald? Okay. Beat Hayden Cross? Where is he now? Beat Maverick? No offense to the kid, but he has ways to go. And if he was rewarded with opportunities the same way you have, he would have done a lot better job. But he need not worry! For I have EXACTLY what he needs at this moment. No matter what the system tries to do to hold me back, I have something that GUARANTEES me an opportunity to run this damn show. I have the platform NEEDED for people like Maverick-- People like Jacob Knight. I will get them to the pinnacle of the wrestling world while they serve their purpose of spreading our message. We don’t want industry plants like yourself ruining it for everybody else, Arata. You can call on my jealousy-- but all this gold over my shoulder and this briefcase say otherwise. And guess what? I EARNED THESE DAMN ACCOLADES THROUGH MY WORK! THROUGH BUSTING MY FUCKING ASS ON A WEEKLY BASIS AND STILL FINDING TIME FOR THE DOWNTRODDEN PEOPLE OF THIS WORLD. I DID IT BECAUSE I FUCKING CARE!!! I tried talking, Arata! Sabertooth tried it and it got him nowhere. It’s time for action and the Ashes of the Wake are BUILT on the foundation of the destruction of this cruel world. We need a reset button and I will be that!! I will sacrifice EVERYTHING to bring a change and rid this world of all its negativity and problems. And if it has to be through fear… If it has to be through the death of every fucking sinner that this world and its system has given birth to, then so be it! I am ready to bear the consequences… I am ready to be a fucking DIE if that is what it takes to open the eyes of the people watching at home. Don’t you see IT? WE NEED A REVOLUTION AND I AM YOUR ONLY FUCKING OPTION! So fuck the system! Fuck this world! And fuck you Arata Asakura! You’re just like the rest of ‘em! You say something and do the exact opposite! You want strong challengers-- you fight bums. You want Jaydayne to respect you and then you act like his fucking pet bitch! You want OWA to care about you Asakura? How about you actually PROVE that you’re a world-beater. Prove me wrong, bitch! PROVE IT! But I know you wouldn’t fucking dare cause I will murder you. You’re nothing but trash and I’ll be taking you out to the curb and leaving you there to ROT like EVERY FUCKING BODY ELSE WHO DARE STEPS IN THE RING WITH THE NIGHTMARE KING!!” Havoc exclaimed with passion in his devilish eyes. The fire burning inside him is emanating through his words. The camera zooms in on his face as he closes his eyes-- Moments later, he opens it with vigor as the camera zooms out to reveal Havoc being surrounded by a group of men, women, and children, all donning his iconic face paint staring blankly at the camera.

“So go ahead, Arata. Discredit everything that I stand for. Call me Sabertooth. It doesn’t matter cause he’s with us now. Call me delusional. Call me crazy! I am all those things! But even through all my weaknesses-- Even through everything that makes me mortal… You’ll never be able to walk a mile in my shoes. You’re the chosen one, Arata. Make the system proud! Slay the demon standing in front of you on Sunday… But even THAT won’t be enough to stop US. The Ashes of the Wake will be your future. Try to fight it and become our first sacrifice. Maybe then, you’ll actually be useful to somebody for once. But whatever you do-- Don’t fight the feeling! You know you’re done for. Accept your fate and maybe your demise won’t be as painful. Arata Asakura, welcome to the Ashes of the Wake. I’d ask you to join us, but I’d rather not sully the integrity of my people and movement. But for anybody who has been wronged by puppets like Arata, you know what to do-- Raise your hand and reach out! And I promise you…. YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE!!!” Havoc spreads his arms as everybody around him take a knee out of respect. With a devilish smirk on his face, Havoc lifts the ATTH Briefcase as the scene comes to an end.

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Let's see here. Scene. Let's set the scene, shall we? The scene opens up inside of J.D. Damon's home - a home he likes to call Epic Manor, or Epic Enterprises, or Epic... fuck it, who honestly cares? He changes the names of his home more times than he changes pic bases. Anywho. Damon is seen entering a room within his home, a room that seems to be his office? Sure, let's go with that. I mean, there's a desk, a chair behind said desk, and glass classes throughout the room with stuff in it. Damon looks around at his office with a gleeful eye.

To quote the late John Witherspoon who portrayed Craig's father on the movie Friday...

"You win some... you lose some. But you live, you live to fight another day."

So, what... I lost during the Jeff X Hardcore Hangover Invitational cluster fuck. No big deal. Was it fun? You goddamn right it was fun. But in reality, it didn't really matter who actually won. Who truly cares about some lame ass trophy? Not me. The prize money sure as hell would have been nice, but fuck it.

FUCK IT!

That match is in the past. I have bigger fish to fry. That being your former Spartan Champion, Reginald Dampshaw the third. Man oh man. Where do I begin with this one? Reggie and I... well, we have a long history with one another. Let me set the scene. The year is two-thousand and thirteen. I am working for a wrestling promotion known as the Controversial Wrestling Federation, even hear of it? No? Google it. Not only am I working as a wrestler, but I am also working backstage as a member of the booking committee and an agent - an executive is what they liked to call it. A young, bright eyed kid gets signed to the company, that being Mr. Dampshaw the third himself. We all have high hopes for the kid. He was a breath of fresh air. The kid could work in the ring. The kid could talk. Basically he was the total package. The only problem? The kid was a complete asshole. I see not much has changed, eh? Somehow, someway, the kid was able to capture the CWF International Championship from Hall of Famer Cecil Massie. Don't worry, he would lose it some months later to another Hall of Famer in Shujinko Hamasaki. Let's fast forward a month or two later, when CWF tanked. Our rival promotion Cutting Edge Wrestling tanked at the exact same time. Weird, right? That's where I come in. Along with my former tag team partner and business partner, Xarlos Angeles, who you all have met, we decide to purchase the assets of both the CWF and CEW. But what in the fuck were we going to do with all of this shit? That's right! We were going to merge the two companies together and hope for the best. This is where I want to bring up a point, Reggie. During this time, you believed wholeheartedly that I thought you were some big shot wrestling star hence why I decided to sign you to a contract with MERGE Pro. WRONG! When I purchased the remaining assets of CWF, I purchased your contract as well. Basically I owned your ass. What choice did you have, Reggie? You had two options at the time. Go back to your shithole of a country and live off from mommy and daddy, or... come work for myself and Xarlos, which is exactly what you decided to do. When I was your boss, I made it my one goal to make your life a living fucking hell. I tried to do whatever I could to make sure that you would fail in my company. However, regardless of all of the bullshit that I put in front of you, you still somehow managed to beat the odds. Not this time, Reggie! You and me meeting in the ring Sunday night on Kingdom, those are odds that you will not be able to beat! 

Okay, so we're still in Damon's office. He's still eyeing the glass trophy cases throughout his office. Inside of the cases are various championship belts. CWF World Heavyweight title. CWF Unified Tag Team titles. CEW World title. CEW Hardcore Havoc title. Obviously the championship belts of the defunct companies that he purchased as well as the MERGE Pro World title. He locks his eyes on one specific title, the CWF International title, the title that Reginald Dampshaw himself once held. He opens the cases and throws the title over his shoulder. The gold plating of the belt glistens in the light.

Remember this belt, Reggie? The belt that you once held so dearly. The belt that I was one-hundred and ten percent sure that you were not going to win. I always did think it would look a hell of a lot better over my shoulder, and you know what? I was right! Anyways. Reggie, do me a huge favor, okay? Remember who made you! It was me! I was the one who made Reginald Dampshaw the third! If it weren't for me, you would have never been given a shot in the CWF. You would have never been given a shot to be in the spotlight. I was the one who told Travis Alloy to sign you to the CWF. And you know what I am going to do Sunday night, Regige? I am going to kill what I created. That's right. The creator is going to kill his creation. Murder him. Destroy him. In front of thousands on live television. 

Answer me this, Reggie. What in the hell do I owe you? I owe you absolutely nothing! I gave you everything. I nearly spoon fed you all of your glory for fuck's sake. In all honesty, my friend, it is YOU who owes ME! While you were in CWF doing this and doing that, winning this title here, what the fuck was I doing? Running around in a lame ass stable with Alloy and Massie. While you were here winning the Spartan title, what was I doing? Sitting at home licking my injuries. It's my turn now, Reggie. It's time for you to sit back and let me have the limelight for a change. You complain about this company not showing you any respect; crying like a little fucking girl. Honestly? I don't blame them. Not one single bit. All we hear from you on television and on social media is how Arata Asakura "stole" the Spartan title from you. Boo-hoo! Cry me a river, Reggie! Do you know how many titles were "stolen" from me? Do you know how many opportunities were "stolen" from me? More than you could even imagine. Yet am I here looking for sympathy? Hell no! You want sympathy, Reggie? Look for it in the dictionary, between shit and syphilis. It's time to man up! Maybe being babied for all those years has really gotten to you, huh? You come out here acting like a big, bad man, but in reality? You're nothing but a little girl, Reggie. I'm tired of your bullshit. I'm tired of hearing about your little New Dawn. I'm tired of your Greek boyfriend. I'm tired of the Dampshaw name. It's time to get rid of you, Reggie. It's time to rid this company of you. Arata couldn't do it. Wakefield couldn't do it. I will. It's my turn. 

You know, I may be the same person that you met seven years ago, apart from the name change, but I am an entirely different person than I was back then. I was too busy partying it up and living the "Hollywood lifestyle" if you will. I have grown since then, Reggie. As an in-ring performer and as a person in general. Let's just say... I've evolved, Reggie. I'm someone that you wish you never met. Ask around. Shit, ask my brother Kenny Drake. Kenny and I had one of the bloodiest death matches in the history of our industry four or five years ago. He may have won the match, but he didn't walk out on his own two feet after that. 

I noticed that you used the word "were" when talking about me being a member of Wolvesden. "Were?!" Listen, Wolvesden is forever, my friend. Whether you like it or not, Wolvesden will be around for generations to come. And once my Wolves and I get done with you and your little... New Dawn... you will wish you never signed that contract that I put in front of your face nearly a decade ago. This is my world, Reggie. THIS IS MY FUCKING KINGDOM! It's time for you to realize that, old friend.

Wolves...

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Atlantis: Vengeance

(A video begins. Jamal King leads the cameraman towards a room and makes them stop before entering. King checks inside the room and allows them to enter. The room is full of pills and different types of alcoholic beverages. Nathan is seen laying in bed, unshaven and looking absolutely defeated.)

No. This isn’t real. No matter how many times I hit myself, I can’t just stop thinking about holding that precious black strap and how I deserved this moment more than anyone else on that roster. 

(Fiora grabs a paper bag that presumably contains alcohol and takes a long drink. He looks deep into the camera and pulls it up to his face.)

I should be holding the TV title right now. My dream was TAKEN away from me by that HEATHEN Stark. You caused me actual pain; I haven’t been able to think straight for days and not even a drink can quench my rage and utter sadness. I’ve been this close to snapping because this is the second time a title I’ve won has been ripped away from my arms prematurely. I thought those days were behind me, but they haunt me more than ever now. I let my guard down for ONE second and a masterpiece of a win turned into absolute embarrassment. Stark and that joke of a man Chaz O’Connors were thugs who ruined my life by treating me as some D-Rate jobber. Since that night, nobody has seen my face and I’ve relegated myself to this very room, staring at the walls hours at a time, thinking about where it all went wrong. I came back to OWA to right every wrong but that isn’t possible now. I gave a call to my agent and I was told that I was required to show up to the next OWA event, which in this case is Atlantis. This company doesn’t even care about how I FEEL and decides to throw me into a match in Atlantis with the same man who attempted to destroy my career in the matter of a few seconds. How dare they do this to me?! They are trying to make me relive the trauma I experienced at Hardcore Havoc III and you know what? That is unjust and discriminatory to someone like me. I’ve been involved in some of OWA’s most talked about matches yet I can’t get a simple break from it all. 

(Fiora takes a deep sigh and looks into the camera.)

But I must tread on and sacrifice myself for people’s entertainment. I truly am an escape for millions watching at home from their boring and miserable lives. They need more of me on their TVs after going through their repeated 9-5 work days where they get no puss and finish eating their hot chips. I am the savior from reality; everyone needs more Fiora in their lives and I will ensure everyone believes that sooner than later. This week will be no exception as I once again put asses in seats by putting in a performance of a lifetime. I’m tearing my body up once again, carrying the world’s hopes and dreams in the process. I am saving them from their own insanity, but I hope one day they will thank me for my sacrifice. I’ve made a fool of myself just so they go into their twin-sized beds, crying like a bunch of babies. Now they can sleep knowing that I exist and their lives are made happier just because of that. I’m a man of The People actually. I pulled up to Jamal’s house and we had some great steak, gravy and mashed potatoes. Don’t even get me started on them good beans. That’s not the point, though. I told them about the good word of Fiora and The People now follow my every word now. Once these people see my sacrifice, I will be revered as the next Messiah...better than Jesus Christ in every way. I suffer every night so you people don’t have to. Your sins are mine to carry and my burden to follow.

However, it’s time for justice and just punishment to the sinful presences around me.

I face Aria Jaxon, Stark and GRiME this week and I’m feeling quite vengeful towards some heathens who are irking me right now. 

Aria Jaxon: Some could claim you’re the queen of this champion. Every time I hear a conversation about this company, your name will come up at least 10 times because of the reputation you’ve made for yourself. You’re a future Hall of Famer headliner; I can respect that I guess. Aria...I don’t know if you remember this but we have a past in the squared circle. I remember facing you in 2016 and having quite a competitive match with you, but you beat me. You were the one who went on and made a huge impact on the industry while I lulled and faced humiliation and pain again and again. Your world title wins happened in nights where I experienced roadblocks towards my success. I am truly jealous of your success and congratulate you for every accomplishment you’ve earned. And I saw your disrespect of me and my constant reinventing. You can claim whatever you want Aria, but I’m still standing right here ready to shut you the hell up. I’m one of the most consistent names this business has ever seen and I won’t take this type of disrespect from you. It doesn’t matter if you believe me or not but you’ll have to experience my talents in this ring tomorrow night. I’d recommend you double on your pre-match workouts because you’re gonna need it. 

I know you want to prove your Outlaw title’s worth so this is the perfect opportunity to; I am a prolific workhorse champion after all. You know this but The People might not. I started off my legacy by winning the EAW Hardcore Championship back in 2016, then had some of the most underrated matches that year with the likes of Keelan Callihan. I wouldn’t see any gold until 2018 where I beat Finnegan Wakefield for the EAW New Breed title, quite the win off someone who was in peak form. Then I won the title you’re currently holding now around this time last year, elevating the belt’s legacy with my name and starpower. Obviously it doesn’t compare to winning a world title but I know exactly how to work this part of the card. I’m a decorated champion and I could teach you a thing or two on how to be a great B+ midcard champion. You’re always so caught up in the world title so I can’t really give you that grade bump. You’re a privileged individual who can do so much for guys like me yet you indulge in your selfishness. You hog the attention and only give credit to yourself while these poor guys have to wait years before they’re even noticed by management. How does it feel like being in the elite class and watching the hardworking individuals get no opportunities to prove themselves? If you really wanted to be a good Outlaw champion, you wouldn’t just use the title to elevate yourself; you’d make sure every guy and gal you face would also be elevated to the next level. I will give you an opportunity to defend yourself though, give me one person you’ve raised to the next level with your clout. I want to see a list of their accomplishments before and after facing you. I’ll be waiting for those results and will have Jamal fact check that before the match begins.

GRiME, TJ Burns and Tyler Bridges. While we’re in the same brand and all, I haven’t interacted with you two much. I’ve seen your matches and you two are a fine tag team, but being fine doesn’t necessarily equate to winning big matches. You two have quite the task to live up to your peers in this match, so let’s hope you don’t feel inferior while interacting with all of us in this match. You better read up on me because I will be quite the handful for you all to handle. I’m sorry that you two have to suffer but you are sinners by association so you should prepare for the great sacrifice you two will make for my cause.

And finally...Stark. You are the biggest heathen in this bout. I’ve already presented my frustrations with you but that was only the tip of the iceberg. We’ve been feuding for months now, in real life and in this ring. You don’t like me and I sure as hell hate your guts...wow. Let me calm down because the king of The People doesn’t need to show rage with such low-class maggots. Stark, you’re holding something that’s mine right now and honestly, I’m gonna need it back as soon as possible. The fact you took advantage of my weakness after such a grueling match is disgusting and shows the kind of child you are. Jesus would love you but I hate children so I’m gonna beat you to a bloody pulp until you give me what’s mine. I want my title, my integrity and my dignity back because you continue to interfere with what shouldn’t be your business. I will get my revenge before you can even realize what’s happening...but I have to thank you Stark. That moment of humiliation sparked something new inside me...and while I’m not sure exactly sure what it may be, you should be afraid of it. I am resurrecting one of these days and when that happens, my wrath will be felt around this whole company. That isn’t some empty-handed statement; Stark, you will know exactly what day that is because you will be one of my first targets. I have some favors to return to you that involve me smashing your head in until it’s nothing but mush and blood. You made the sacrifice to get in my way so you can enlighten me Stark and while I still hold some anger toward you, it will go away when judgement comes. You will be forgiven and I will flourish again, converting the masses to my cause and providing salvation to the entire world. Until that day comes, you will feel a glimpse of my revenge tomorrow night Stark, good luck.

For my teammates, you are all fine individuals. I have no problems with any of you except Gareth and his bad boy attitude. I swear Gareth, if you decide to screw us over with your sin of arrogance, I will add you to the same list Stark is in. I have the most confidence in The Derelict out of any of you as he is one of the best this company has. Gareth, you went from world champion to competing with Nate C. I don’t add the age part since that’s what that joke of a man is; a C-tier performer who loves getting himself killed. Hell Gareth, it seems like you couldn’t even get the job done since he’s probably still out there. If you get in my way as I’m shining like a star, you will get treated like the animal you are. I promise you that. At this point, the only thing you’re going to endanger is our chances of winning, so keep your mouth shut, play nice and look at the professionals. Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two as well about captivating people because my matches have definitely gotten way more attention than yours. That’s a fact. So who’s the joke around here now? It’s definitely not Maverick; I respect that man and don’t expect him to act up. Derelict is a beast who I have nothing to say to. You though...you’re a manlet. Get your head out of your ass and learn how to improve. Maybe you’ll get another world title that way. 

I’m out.

BELIEVE IT OR NOT…

The Gypsy Kang has never been better. I mean it. The Kang always speaks his truth, lives his best and acts his worst. Contrary to popular belief, none of that has changed just because I let Jesus take the wheel of my van. I didn’t really want to drive anyway. That’s what chauffeurs are for and mine’s got bigger dick energy than all you’ll’s limos combined. It given me all that Kangly leisure time to clear my head, think, and get back to the important things like hurling bricks out of the sunroof. That’s right, the KANG of the road acknowledges the Kangs and Kweens out in the street right now. Some of you’ll might be surprised about that. Fuck you too. Gypsies are a recognized race. We ain’t crackers. We season our meals. Just because we live in trailers don’t mean we cousin-fucking rednecks. And if you hadn’t noticed…

MY GOD IS A BLACK MAN

A black man who 2000 years ago was wrongly killed by the authorities. But do I see you’ll “allies” turning out for teh Kang and the Kang of Kangs? Nah. I only see K-Pop stans and anime avatars spamming twitter with their Phantom Troupe fancasts. I get it. I can read the room. Finding Jesus just ain’t Rock N Roll enough for you when the whole damn 50 states and Puerto Rico are rioting and the National Guard still somehow finds the time to gas the peaceful protestors. I understand, kids. You’ll want change. You’ll want a revolution. And hey, those Phantom Troupe goons are back in black at just the right time this year. Well I hope you can excuse me for not giving half a fuck.

WHERE WAS THIS ENERGY WHEN JC AND THE BWOIS WERE GOING FULL FUCK 12 ON THE FUCKING SIMP NATE AND HIS WITNESS PROTECTION PIGS!?!

WHERE HAVE THE OG TROUPE BEEN HIDING ALL THIS TIME?

Those Black Bloc Antifa-wannabe motherfuckers ain’t for the culture. Even Aria Jackson’s been bleaching her skin and had ass reduction surgery to blend in with the League of Karens. The Phantom Troupe peasants will ghost you’ll forever and a day until they turn up late and uninvited to ruin everything like paid-for looters at yo BLM rally. But whatever.

THIS AIN’T A PEACEFUL PROTEST

Jesus Christ and his disciples have come not to bring peace but to bring the sword. We’re going to change the world whether you continue to abandon us or whether you’ll start simping for Christ like you should.. This ain’t just a revolution. This is an inquisition and we’re in it for the war of attrition. We are playing the long game so I don’t want to hear shit about Simp Fiora. And I ain’t gonna have time for any “questions” about my form after having come to see the light. I’ve been flooded with abuse from the simple-minded about taking poor leadership from a false God but come on, really? This week the power of Christ compels me to kick the ever-loving shit out of some Troupe knock-off asian boy band idol who literally takes advice from a stuffed animal and regularly jeopardizes his own chances of victory by allowing everyone and their dog to hold it hostage.

Sometimes it takes guile and an IQ of over 300 to outwit and get the better of your opponents. I should know, even as a bona fide master of the dark arts of wrasslin’ and the man that VAR forgot, it can be a real pain in the arse to figure out how to get away with a little tickle here and little bending of the rules there. But this time it’s too fucking easy. John Doe - the stuffed cat, not the mostly hypothetical average white male who founded PT - is just such low hanging fruit. I actually feel bad about the prospect of abusing it. There’s no craft. No artistry. It hardly even feels Kangly to go after a defenceless bystander like that. But I think I speak for the church of our lord Jesus Christ and every sane-minded person in America when I say that being even tangentially associated with the causeless riot that is The Phantom Troupe legitimizes the use of overwhelming force and dominance against you.

Some of you might be shocked at what you are hearing. Some of you may be thinking I should check my own beliefs before I attack those of Baba “rhymes with MAGA” Yaga. I have two words for you.

Get Fucked.

Baba Yaga is talking a lot for a “man with no name” who’s done pretty little of importance. Listen you’d get a pass on it if you were a Gypsy or had some other culturally mandated reason to chat shit 25/8. But as it stands, this is cultural appropriation. I.E Racism and we are entirely intolerant of this kind of intolerance in the Church of Jesus Christ and the Nu Latter Day Saints. And the thing you got to know is that’s saying something. JC tolerates almost everything, he’s just a chill dude. Heck, he tolerates ME getting fucked on the communion wine and smashing shit. I feel empowered and blessed to be watched over and led by a jacked black man with an IQ of over 500 and such an insane commitment to social justice, love and understanding. But you, Baba. You’re talking to a cat. A stuffed cat.

A BREATHLESS FALSE IDOL OF FELINE WHO WILL NEVER ANSWER YOUR PRAYERS AS I STOMP THE SINNING WAYS OUT OF YOUR FACE!

It’s like the perfect metaphor for The Phantom Troupe’s empty ideology. You’re not a movement with any depth or anything to say. You don’t stand for anything. You’re just a ugly meme that rears its head whenever anything big is happening. Well there ain’t no news bigger than THE GOOD NEWS that The Kangdom of God has come to OWA and that it’s here to stay. We come to purge this world of the depravity of K-Pop fandom, police brutality, and yes - The Phantom Troupe. And we’ll do it with all the wrath of God and Kangs.

Lives are short, and careers are shorter

02 June 2020, 07:12
The roof of Liara's apartment complex, The Sunset Strip, California

It's a sunny, albeit cloudy morning in West Hollywood, and Liara is once again on the roof of her building. Just back from an early morning run, sweaty and breathing heavily, she lies stretched out on one of the sun loungers. Dressed in a sleeveless Metallica vest, tight black leggings, and a pair of black running shoes, she has a half empty bottle of water in hand. The camera sits on a table at the bottom of the lounger.

Liara -- I love it, the sweet little "I'm not a talker" act, and then boom telling me how you've carried Odyssey on your shoulders. I wondered what was behind the sweet little smile of Dulce Torres. Then you went and gave me my answer. Arrogance. I like it. Now let me start by saying that you're right, you're absolutely right - I'm not hugely concerned about being booed or cheered. Now obviously, it's nice to be liked, and as it happens I think I'm generally a pretty nice person. Arguably, I'm a bit biased towards myself, but you know, whatever. Sadly though being nice isn't enough, 'cause that still don't mean that everyone's gonna like you. Look at the world around us - it's filled with mindless hate. No matter how much you're right, no matter how much you stand up and fight, there's always gonna be someone standing in front of you blocking the way. Always someone wanting to treat you bad 'cause you're not them. Always someone wanting to hurt, and belittle because they themselves are weak. People raised by poison, become poison. I was raised by poison, so maybe that's where I get mine. But still, I try not to do any of those things though, and there's still plenty people that've not liked me in my life. I don't dress pretty enough for people, I swear too much, I like drugs, and sex, and drinking - people don't like people like me, and they don't like people that have too much fun. I love fun. Point being, I was a kid when I realised that you will not please everyone. There will always be a naysayer. Someone out there booing, or wishing you ill. So, what do you do about it? Do you change who you are to please them? Do you alter your lives goals, your dreams, just to make them happy? Or do you say "fuck you"? Now, should anyone be unaware, I live by the latter. I bet you're all shocked at that one. But anyway, people, fans, generally like me 'cause I'm a real, normal person. I'm not a barbie doll, or a pretentious stuck-up bitch. I'm just a deadbeat nobody. Buuuut, that will not stop me doing what I need to do to win titles. The approval of the fans will not be what defines my career. The reaction of the crowd at Hardcore Havoc will not be what defines Eris' career. For better or worse, and regardless of what you may make of it, it's the fact that she holds the title that will define her. Much like you, when they look back through the history books and see your name, it ain't gonna say Dulce Torres was loved and cheered. It's gonna list your achievements - and there's sure as hell plenty of those. So I'll tell you now, I'll tell you all straight-up. When I win the Athena's Cup. When, not if.

Liara winks at the camera.

Liara -- When I win it, I will strike Eris - or whoever else happens to be the Women's World Champion - when they're at their most vulnerable. Fuck morals. Fuck pride. You ever see Pulp Fiction, Dulce? You know the line, "Fuck pride. Pride only hurts, it never helps." Yeah, there's a lot of sense to that - a lot of truth behind it. When you're in the heat of the moment - when that perfect opportunity presents itself, do you pass it over? Do you say "no, I'm not going to take the title, 'cause some people might not like it" or "the fans might boo me"? Doubt like that will lead to hesitation, and hesitation leads to defeat. Lives are short, and careers are shorter. You gotta do what you can, while you can, and fuck the haters. You find that one person that has your back, that one person that says you done good, that one person who'll walk into hell with you, and you're golden.

She tilts her bottle to the camera. Tips it to the one.

She then looks around at nothing in particular - behind the camera, around her, up into the sky - everywhere, and nowhere. She rubs her neck and takes a sip of water, before turning back to the camera.

Liara -- Just so there's no confusion, I want to let it be known that I wasn't writing you off. I was simply asking the questions. Like... shit, I don't know, fucking Letterman or something, I just asked a question. Has Dulce Torres peaked? It would've been quite the turn of events if you'd said "yes" though, don't you think? That sounds like something I might do, before I slapped you in the face. Obviously though, you've got to say no. Maybe no's true. When you retire, everything's different, right? When you retire everyone looks back at your career as a whole, and'll say "wow, Dulce was a fucking great." But because you're not retired, that's not how it works. Because you're still going, still wrestling, you're only as good as your recent past. Not last years history, but more last weeks history. It completely removes any fear factor, or intimidation one may have when faced with a multiple time champion. I'm just talking generally, I wouldn't care either way. I getcha, losses happen. Not great, but life must go on. My plan is however, is for that not to happen for a while. Now, I don't know who the fuck Christie Sky and Savannah Sunshines are, but judging by your words... they're not the best. Or weren't the best. Came in, talked the talk, but couldn't walk the walk? That's fine by me, you put me in with them. Please.

Alyssa Grace took Odyssey by storm, well you ain't seen nothing yet. I'm taking it like a supernova. I'm not interested in being the support act. I'm a fucking headliner. Going through you is pretty much a requirement to get there in OWA. And it's a requirement that I have no problem with. Like I said, you're likable, you're very hard to dislike, but - and we circle back to earlier - being nice to you, liking you, will not define anything in my career, it will not help me, and so on Odyssey, it'll mean shit.

There seems to have been a bit of an influx of new talent to Odyssey recently, hasn't there? Morrighan McDonnell, Rebecca Brookes, Devi Krysis - Karina-Ann and Jessy Saxon both back in the mix... and of course, yours truly. That puts the ball in my court to prove that I'm not part of the masses, not part of the support acts, but that I'm part of the elite. I'm top shelf baby. I'm the good shit, the purest, finest shit money can buy. I'm not some middle-ground player, cut with powdered milk, or some fucking also-ran, and I'm going to prove that against you Dulce. I'm going to prove that to the whole of OWA, and I'm going to roll on to the next round of the Athena's Cup. So yeah, I do see myself as the next big thing on Odyssey, fuck the next big thing in the whole OWA. You can think whatever you will of that Dulce, I don't care. And I don't think that 'cause of my last two wins, fuck that, no I've always thought it.

People would have you believe that pride in excellence is vain, and cocky, and repulsive.

Whereas pride in mediocrity, on the other hand, is considered to be brave, courageous, and trendsetting.

Fuck mediocrity, and fuck settling for it. Saint's don't settle. Now that's all very easy to say, you're right. Much easier said than done. Isn't everything though? It's easy for you to say that you've still got it, and that you're not on your way down the ladder. You need to go out and prove it though. Likewise, it's easy for me to say that I'm taking over, and that I'm on my way up that ladder. I need to go out and prove that. I guess that makes for quite an interesting match then, doesn't it? We both got a lot to prove. Prove that we can turn our words into actions.  

Liara downs the rest of her water, puts the bottle on the ground beside her, and crawls over the lounger towards the camera. With a smile on her face, she sticks her tongue out and both middle fingers up.

She reaches towards the camera, and the picture freezes as she hits the 'stop' button.

Cut to black.

(Scene, from atop of a Chicago apartment building, Mizuko Nishiyama looks down to the streets with binoculars, staking a certain individual. She identifies her targets and lets out a sadistic smile and a soft chuckle.)


Revy: Mizuko-san what are you doing?


(Mizuko turns arounds, surprised that Revy was able to sneak up on her.)


Mizuko: << Stupid Bitch! Don't sneak up on me like that! Next time you do that, I'll throw you off the roof top and make it look like accident!.>>


Revy: Yeah, the view up here is pretty nice. But Mizuko-san! Mizuko-san! I got a match this week. And it's the first round for the Athena Cup! Can you believe it?! If I had to be honest, I'm a little nervous. Normally after shot-gunning 2 six-pack, it calms my nerves. But look at me! Look at me! I'm still shaking with excitement, because we actually get to wrestle in the ring in OWA! Like after all these years, all these appearances, appearing in the Clash of the Titans match, appearing in Moongoose vs Scott Oasis for the title, which to this day, people are still talking about how like, “why the hell was she waiting in the toilet stall with a pepper spray shaped like a gun?! What is this comic book shit?” But here, I, no we, AK-47, are here to kick bubblegum and chew ass, and we're all out of bubblegum.


Mizuko: << I'm most certain you said that expression wrong.>>


Revy: I know, right!! And while we...


Mizuko: << No, you. Just you. >>


Revy: didn't do so hot in the Fuckin' Catalina Wine Mixer match on Atlantis, still who gives a shit, it's Atlantis. We still gotta make a good impression on Odyssey. This is basically like a new clean slate for us. A chance to do something on our own, and can you fuckin' believe it? Just imagine, if we got our hands on the Athena's Cup. Minds would explode. *makes explosion noise* Last time I was in a tournament like this, no one believed in me. Said I wouldn't make the past the first round. But now, I got you who believes in me.


Mizuko: << Can you stop saying that? It's not True! It's not true!>>


Revy: Aw, I love you too. But my opponent for this week ain't no slouch. This is Jonetta Stone. She's big game on Odyssey, like was part of one of the most dominating tag teams at one point, and is consider a real threat for the women's title. In fact, some can say she is a favorite to win this entire thing. And that's fuckin perfect. If I learned anything from my times in prisons, don't snitch, you can make a shiv out of a bar of soap, how to make wine in a toilet, and if you don't want to be anyone's bitch, you go in and knock out the biggest bitch there is, and Jonetta is huge! 175Lbs! THAT'S A BIG BITCH!!


(Mizuko cover's Revy's mouth and motions for her to be quiet. She checks below to see if her target notices)


Mizuko: << Be Quiet! This is the guy Moongoose sent me to go after because he believes he is the rat that has been leaking intel. It's my job to make sure he learns his lesson? Do you understand?>>


Revy: Hey, It's Jace! I had lunch with him once. Did you know it's his birthday today? (Revy stands up and yells).... HAPPY BIRTHDAY..JA..


(Mizuko tackles Revy down and covers her mouth as the man looks around in confusion. Revy pushes Mizuko off.)


Revy: Man, Jay, he's always starting some kind of shit. Lulz.


Mizuko: << Bitch! You almost gave away our location! I've been tracking him all week. Why are you even here? >>


Revy: Well, I need advise. Like I said, Jonetta, she's pretty tough. She's like a total PAWG.


Mizuko: PAWG?


Revy: Powerful Angry White Girl. Like, I'd be mad too if I lost an elimination chamber match for the title. Been there, done that. But this bitch, she got a chip on shoulder. I mean, honestly, I kind of feel bad for her. Like she can use this win, you know? I mean, all her friends left her, and all she has left are the dead animals and fur coats, when here I am, blessed with a friend like you. I don't really need the Athena's Cup. Sure, a chance at the OWA's Woman's title would be cool. It's be pretty wicked awesome to be up there with my brother representing MY brand. Sometimes, I stop and wonder, man, some day, I'm gonna do what he does. Be a Champion, a real representative of something, run an evil organization that resorts to kidnapping, extortion, blowing shit up. But Jonetta, man, I feel bad for her. Like, I know I can beat her. That poor bitch probably thinks she can hunt me and add me to her collection like some sick deprave sociopath. Like, I wish it can be as easy to just tell her to just go out there, make friends, or “go get laid.” But some people are just that socially hopeless. She kind of reminds me of me. Yeah, I remember those days, when I I was like “hunting for bitches,” acting tough, pretending that I didn't need no one. Man, that was a dark place and time. But look at me! I'm healthier than ever. Heck, I've been able to drink more, smoke more, I even got you as a friend. Like, just being here in Odyssey, signed with OWA, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. I don't need this. I don't need the Athena's Cup. Certainly not as much as Jonetta desperate needs it. What do you think?


Mizuko: << OH MY GOD!! WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT UP?! “I DON'T CARE!! I DON'T CARE!” JONETTA! PLEASE! PLEASE, DO IT! BEAT HER UP! YOU GOT THIS MATCH! “EZ-PZ!” JUST FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, ELIMINATE HER FROM THE CUP. WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS, I JUST WANT TO GO IN THE RING AND BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF SOMEONE. BUT REVY AND THE “ATHENA'S CUP” “I DON'T CARE!!” BITCH, DIE!!>>


Jay from below: Fuck! It's Moongoose's goons!!


(Jace starts to run as Mizuko starts screaming profanities. Mizuko gets ready to chase before a gun shot is fired... BAM!!)


Jace: MY LEG!! YOU SHOT ME! YOU REALLY SHOT ME!


(Revy pulls back her gun and blows the smoke out coming out of the chamber and loads it back into her hoister.)


Revy: HEY FUCKTARD! I'M TRYING TO HAVE A CONVERSATION WITH MY FRIEND HERE! Rude as mother.... Anyway. Mizuko... Thank you. You are right.


Jace: Oh god!! This hurts so much! THE BLOOD WON'T STOP SPILLING OUT!!


Revy: Just because Jonetta has a lot of things going on in her life, doesn't mean I should hand her anything. I, no we don't care if Jonetta's friends abandoned her. We don't care if she always loses when it matters the most. We don't care if winning the Athena's Cup would change the world for her. I won't make this EZ-PZ! As you said. She has to earn it. And Damn it, I'm gonna give her a real fight. A Challenge. Make her work for it, because if she can't beat me, she has no business being in the world title picture to begin with. Ok, Mizuko-san. You convinced me. I'mma beat that ass. I'm All In. No Mercy!


Jace: OH GOD, MY LIFE IS FLASHING BEFORE MY EYES! SOMEONE PLEASE TELL BRANDI “I LOVE HER!!”


Revy: I don't know what I'd without you, Mizuko-san. It's like, .. You the wind beneath my wings.


(Revy pulls out a recorder and plays the first note of the Bette Midler classic, but Mizuko swipes it out of her hands and tosses it off the roof.)


Mizuko: <<”No!” We're not doing that.>>


(Mizuko climbs down the fire escape. Revy looks on still smiling. Jace's screaming in pain and agony can be heard in the background. Revy turns arounds and screams from the top of the roof.)


Revy: Don't be a bitch, Jace! It's just a scratch! I barely grazed you. This is what you get for leaking Jeff's album! Now get up and pick up my recorder!


(Revy leaps down from the fire escape and disappears)

The camera turns on and we see a leggy tall blonde standing in front of the camera. Something about her seem familiar as if we had seen her before. The figure in question was Karina-Ann who made her on-screen debut last year and then seemingly disappeared from our screens as soon as she arrived but now she is back!


"So this match on Atlantis will be only my third in OWA, but this isn't my first rodeo no...your looking at a former #1 contender and title contender in a previous company and my success will be no different here in OWA. Once I win this match on Atlantis and get my name on the map you bet your ass I will be the top female competitor in this company. But enough about me, not that I don't love inflating my ego. I should really give my opponents at like a few seconds of my very very....very precious time. Because I didn't come to this company to fall to the back of the pack like these girls no...I came here to dominate."

"Let's start with miss Gwen Harper shall we...I see you running your mouth about me bitch...yes I did debut last November your right and I didn't have that much success you would be right. You see Gwen the difference is I went away honed my craft and have come back more deadly, deadlier move-set all that stuff to make a bitch like you cry. Your the newbie around here and at Atlantis you will be bowing down to the leading lady, all it takes is one lose Gwen just one and I reckon you'll be like so many that come and go in this business you'll fuck your tail between your legs and run as far from here as possible and never look back, sadly this match on OWA...well it's gonna be your first and last because you aren't going to win this match you have more chance of kissing Trump's racist ass than you do of beating the leading lady...so you can try sending me back to Blackwater Falls or sending me into what was it you called it... Harper's fury?...how original girl I won't be taking no ride on no Harper anything the only thing that is certain is my boot meeting with your face...heck my boot hitting your face might actually make some sort of improvement to well what is wrong with your face. You see Gwen I know what you see when you see me, you see a blonde bimbo who has little wrestling skill...that would be your first mistake bitch you see like I stated previously...I am a former #1 contender in a different promotion that means I was one of the best in that promotion which means I clearly have a high levels of skill when it comes to in the ring. Now granted I don't know what you can do in the ring but it doesn't matter what you throw at me I will overcome it and hit you with one of my various moves that will knock you out for the one...two...three then you can do back to whatever cave or bridge you crawled out from...deal...good glad we could make a deal on that."

"Right enough about troll faced bitch....so there are two other in this match making there big ol' debuts in OWA huh, well there gonna quickly realized this place isn't a walk in the park... being the smart bitch that I am I did some research on these other two heffers and well I can't say I was all that impressed... Rebecca Brookes for example has she actually ever wrestled a real match in her life, sure it's one thing to train for the ring, it's nothing to actually go out there and wrestle a real match, because I don't see any indication that this isn't her legit debut, debut so this will be her first ever match like ever....well sucks to be her, she's about to get a real dose of reality that's just gonna slap her straight across the face and a boot to her face courtesy of yours truly... I'll give you one thing though Beck's you do have a power edge over me I'll give you that one but speed, agility and experience well...hate to burst that little ego bubble I just created but well all of those go to moi...the other absolutely sin about you is not your lack of experience or anything like that, it's the fact you call yourself the Californian Angel. For one that state is so superficial and up its own ass and two you ain't no angel, angels are beautiful and majestic two things you VERY... clearly are not. So Rebecca you seem to be destined to fail in this company and I am just gonna help you well too fail. You have no redeeming qualities, no champion qualities your just a waste of skin from California and once Atlantis is all said and done well we'll just like Gwen you'll be running back to superficial state and never coming back to OWA again. You think I am joking don't you...well sadly for you Rebecca, just like little miss bitchy troll Face Gwen, you will soon see me in the ring and you will bow down to the leading lady around here....that being me of course!...so you might as well not even unpack your gear Rebecca you may as well wrestle in your civilian clothes because well normal civilization is where you belong and where you'll go back to come the end of Atlantis. Don't believe me just wait till the end of Atlantis when you'll be crying all the way back to Superficial state like a wittle baby."

"Uh speaking of babies we have Azurine Zebbins. Someone who calls herself the Adorable Angel, what is with people calling themselves angels...the first thing I think of when I read or speak Azurine's name is well how much it reminds me of the word urine ya know like wee..haha...I am too funny for my own good sometimes...but yeah that's what her name reminds me of. And guess what we have another bitch from the superficial state of California, you know people find it funny when I bash on anything superficial, they look at me and think blonde, pretty clearly she's superficial but I am the furthest thing from superficial...now looking at little miss Azurine though well she clearly isn't superficial either despite the fact that she is from the superficial state...do you know how rare that it.. it's rare. Out of my three opponents I actually do need to give Azurine some tiny glimmer of credit out of the four of us in this match she is the only one to have actually held a championship in other promotions...so well congratulations on that sweetie, too bad your championship luck here in OWA isn't going to be the same because there is no way in hell I am letting a small red headed weird sloth from California win a championship here before me nope... that's just isn't going to cut it so just like Gwen and Rebecca be prepared to be embarrassed on Atlantis when I dominate you further into irrelevancy Azurine sweetie it's nothing personal just well business. People look at me and think man she looks like a bad bitch who I wouldn't wanna mess with, you know what I see and what people see when they look at you Azurine they see a pathetic grown ass women still trying to live out her life like she's a god dang little child, it's a case of a poor little girl trapped in a women's body...if you can call your body womanly that is...So Azurine sweetie you might wanna bring your big girl pants if you have any, though on the plus side once I win and you go back to superficial ville at least you'll be crying for your mama and she'll be able to change that dirty diaper of yours, because once I am done with you on Atlantis well... you'll be needing to change your pants as this bad as blonde bitch will strike fear into you."

"So this match on Atlantis is my big comeback so to speak and I am not going to let these three new bitches ruin it, I am the leading lady of OWA after all and I am destined for greatness. If anything you three should feel privileged and honoured to be stepping into the ring with me, because at least you'll be getting your five minutes of fame before I knock you out one by one and then pin whoever is going to be my very unfortunate first victim...so Gwen ya potty mouth hillbilly bitch, Rebecca you angel of uglyness and Azurine you angel of diaper wearing, I shall see you all at Atlantis just don't expect a miracle to happen because I hate to burst your little bubbles but in this business miracles don't happen it's just the way it is, if you thought you'd be walking out of Atlantis with a victory to your name in your debuts haha... think again ladies because the only one of us walking out with a victory to her name is...ME!"

(The scene opens up to Jessy sitting on the stairs of her house, a familiar scene. She is dressed in a black t-shirt, ripped black denim skinny jeans, and black chucks)

Before I say anything I must say one thing. The main event of Hardcore Havoc Night Two was and is easily the best main events of all time. It had everything that tells a brilliant story. It had drama, suspense, action, and so on. Importantly, it had the best ending you could have done. So I will give props to Viola and everyone in Odyssey for making that main event what it is and hopefully shows that Odyssey should be seen on the same level as Kingdom or Olympus. An amazing show and congrats to Eris for not only finally cashing in, something I didn’t think he would ever do, but for finally having your work paid off.

(Jessy takes a deep breath before continuing)

Many people may know that I left Odyssey at the beginning of Season 3, and while some knew the reasoning there was another one, and that was the fact that I fell out of love with Wrestling. During my time in Season 2, I changed a lot and by a lot I mean a lot. I wanted to keep things new, exciting, and I wanted to fit in. Ultimately though, doing that made me hate myself and made me hate the sport that I grew up loving and the one thing that I always wanted to do. So I knew I had to take time off and step away from everything for a while at least. I had to go back and rethink everything, and I did. I thought about my days wrestling in the backyard to my days wrestling in huge stadiums across America. I will make a long story short, since I know not everyone has the time to listen to me ramble on, but in short I realized when I quiet being myself and tried to be something that was when I hated wrestling.

(Jessy pauses for a minute)

That is why I changed up many things about myself, and as for the name. That is because I wanted something simple and because it was the first name I began with. As for my unfinished business, that is easy to explain. There are seven people I want to wrestle as some have no closing and the others is because I see them as the standard of what Wrestling should be held at. 

(Jessy takes another deep breath)

The first person is none other than the former Goddesses’ and Women’s Champion herself, Dulce Torres. I know, you just lost your belt so there is no rush as I am sure you have better things to do, but let me explain. You and I had two matches, you won one and then I won one, and we never had a third to finish it out. This isn’t to prove who is better or even a matter of pride the way I see it we were playing a game of Paper, Rock, Scissors and we were or are doing the best of 2 out 3 and that last game was never played. Speaking of that, that follows smoothly into the next person and that is no other than April Song herself. I know... I know, but hear me out. This will not be like before, where I was going through some things and all of that nonsense. No, instead it is the same reasoning about Dulce. We played a game that never was finished, and I would like for it to be finished.

The third person is Alyssa Grace, and the reasoning is because I think she is one of the best and we never had a one-on-one match. I have seen what she can do, especially against the likes of April, but I want to see it firsthand. Though let me be clear to everyone if I ever have a match against Alyssa, I am not going to challenge for the belt at all. That is her prize, and she deserves it more so than me. The fourth person may be a bit of a surprise, but it is someone I see parallels with myself in and that is Miho Li. She is someone I see rising to the top and someday be holding either belt, but personally I see a lot of myself in her, well a lot to myself when I began wrestling. I know, in my heart, that if we had a match, we could have that magic that few have with their opponent and we could put on a great showing.

The fourth, fifth, and sixth people are three of the four pillars. You can say that to me showcase what not only a women’s wrestler is, but the standard that wrestlers should be held up to. Those are Azumi Goto, Stephanie Matsuda, and Diantha Moreau. These three along with Dulce are the four that to me are the standard bearers, but not only that I never had a match with two of them, those being Azumi and Matsuda herself. You have Azumi, who was taught personal by one of the top and best Joshi wrestlers of all time, but not only that she has put in the work and I know she could push myself to my absolute limit and the match... oh man you know that match will be a spectacle to watch. As for Matsuda, she is the embodiment of a badass. Personally speaking, I wouldn’t want to get on her dangerous side because it would be grievous news. Not only that, but she has put in the work not only here, but elsewhere. Last, we have Diantha who I truly feel bad for because they are almost like a tragic hero from the stories of ancient Greece, which seems fitting, but in all seriousness you have inspired me. Now, I know that seems odd, but that main event really got to me, and that hometown pop for me but it made realize why I love doing what I did. It reminded me of why I wrestle, and for that I am in your debt. So a match against you would be an honor.

(Jessy pauses for a minute and even wipes a slight collecting tear from her left eye)

So with that all said, please let me recap. Hello, my name is Jessy Saxon, the former Roni Ozborn, and I am here in Odyssey, not for championships or anything of that sort. All I want to do is wrestle and find that love again, and if those matches never happen, then so be it. With all of that said, I bid you a Good Night, Good Luck, and a Goodbye.

(The camera fades to black as the quote “Be yourself; everyone else is already taken” is shown before completing fading away)

The Ball's Rolling

28 May 2020, 00:22
The roof of Liara's apartment complex, The Sunset Strip, California

Liara isn't someone who cares much for being stuck indoors - locked down in a bar, maybe, but not at home. With the lock-down in effect, her neighbours dog had been almost walked into the ground - a big black and white pit-bull, the drug dealers dog of choice. Statistics show that Jeff Bazos and drug dealers are the real winners from the lock-down, with everyone turning to online shopping and people upping their recreational drug use. Liara helped those statistics.

Fortunately, the roof of her building is fairly well equipped - there's a small hot-tub, sun-loungers, a BBQ area, and a lounge-area with two sofas and a wall mounted TV.

It's a warm night in West California, with clear a sky clear allowing the moon and stars to shine down without interference. Liara sits in the hot-tub, wearing a black one-piece swim suit, her arms are stretched out along the rim of the tub. On the ledge behind her is a 6-pack of Bud - with one bottle already empty, and another halfway there, and beside that is a bag of cocaine. The camera sits on the opposite ledge, directly in front of her.

Liara -- Two matches. Two wins. Two pins. Our ball just keeps on rolling baby, and it's picking up and picking up and picking up speed. I'm going nowhere but up that OWA mountain, and the ball's still managing to just get faster and faster and faster. Of course it is. Do you known who I am? I'm Liara fucking Lawson. It's all about the speed baby. I told you exactly what would happen at Atlantis, just like I told you what would happen last time on Odyssey. And what I told you, happened. Liara Lawson, The Void, they get on the same page and it's an easy win. Boom. So it was written, and so it was done. Our performance, it got Eris back into that winning state of mind, maybe that's the reason she went out and took the title? Don't know, I'm just speculating. And big Nyx...

Liara winks at the camera.

Liara -- She's quite a specimen, I'm sure you'll agree. Be all that as it may though, the fact is that I've come in and made an impression. I've made the impact that I said I would. If nothing else, I'm a woman of my word. Now, no doubt people will criticize who I've faced, and you know what? I don't give a fuck. I've faced who I've beat, and I've beat who I've faced. I'm not picky, I'm not stuck up, I don't look down my nose at anyone, 'cause I've been on the other end of that nose my whole life. I'll fight whoever, whenever, wherever, because you still gotta get the job done. Upsets happen, mistakes can be made; slip on the top rope, and boom - one, two, three, you're outta here. I don't let that happen though, I don't let up, I don't stop because if you're in that rhythm, and then go break it? That's when the fuck-up's happen. That's when you slip, so I just keep on keeping on. And now that we've started this ball rolling, we're gonna just keep on rolling; rolling right into the Athena’s Cup, first round, and rolling right into Dulce Torres. What a nice little twist of fate. I pick up a win on Atlantis for Eris, last years winner, and then she goes out at Hardcore Havoc and wins the title off the back of the confidence I gave her. Now, for better or worse, we live in an age of remakes, reboots, re-imaginings, re-fucking-wind everything 'cause nothing's like it used to be. And on June 6, Odyssey, the first step in the re-imagining of my new drinking buddy Eris' win last year, will begin. And guess what? It's yours truly in this years leading role. I'm the leading fucking lady this time around.

Liara double takes herself.

Liara -- Shit, I don't think I've ever been called a lady before. I don't think I like it. I don't think it's a good thing that I was the one to say it either.

After a seconds thought, she decides that she doesn't really care.

Liara -- Fuck wants to be a lady anyway? Nah. I digress, Dulce Torres. First of all, what the fuck is it with El Passo? There something in the water there? Two of the three that I beat at Atlantis were from El Passo as well. After Odyssey, the three of you could probably start a support group out there - the Lost to Liara support group. Here's the thing, I'm not going to sit here and talk about how bad you are though, and all that usual bullshit that people come out with. All that unoriginal crap, "Oh, you don't deserve to be in the ring with me", yada yada yada. I ain't doing that 'cause I'll just look like an idiot. You're not bad, and it'd be ridiculous to even pretend otherwise. You're a two time Goddesses Champion, you're a one time Woman's World Champion. Shit, you were the first Goddesses Champion. You got quite the pedigree here in the ol' OWA. You've proven to everyone that you're good, but the problem you have now is that on Odyssey, I intend on proving that I'm better. Not prove that I'm "up and coming", not prove that I'm "as good as", and sure as hell not be considered a "maybe one day". No, none of that, I don't give a fuck about any of that. I will prove to you and the rest of OWA that I am better than you right now. We know what'll happen though, far too many people watching will equate being new to OWA with not being as good as those that've been around the block here. Longevity, does not equal quality. Now, while you may have quality Dulce, you most certainly do not have more of it than me - you just happened to get here first. The fans watching at home, maybe a lot of them don't know my name, and so in their world that makes you better. It don't work like that in my world though. You don't beat my in my world. And Odyssey is gonna be my world, my own little sunshine highway, so you I guess that just makes you shit out of luck.

So yeah, all-in-all, my last couple of weeks here have been pretty good. Turning some heads, picking up the wins. How about yours though Dulce? You know, just the last few weeks, how's it been for you? A bit...

Not great?
Not the best?
Could've been better?
Couldn't have been worse?

Shit Dulce, Hardcore Havoc was not good for you, was it? Second one eliminated? You were the Champion and you went out and lost the title like that? That shit's gotta sting. So, the question's gotta be asked; what sort of frame of mind does that put you in for Odyssey? Of course, you've got to say a good one, don't you? I mean, relatively speaking obviously. But are you? The way I see it, is that Liara's climbing up that OWA mountain, and is Dulce Torres... is she falling back down it? Is that what's happening Dulce? Bit out of form aren't you? Maybe you've peaked? Hit your glass ceiling? I'm not saying, I'm just asking.

Liara holds her hands up to the camera - I'm unarmed, I'm not a threat.

She smiles, and has a drink of her beer.

Liara -- Therefore, it seems to me that this is just about the perfect time for someone like me, someone that's not considered a threat, to prove to the world that they very much are. It's the perfect time for someone like me, to face someone like you. Obviously, you're gonna want to come back with a vengeance, and prove that you've still got it. Prove that you're still the Queen Bee around here. When I put the pressure on you though, when I start tightening the screw, and I can tighten mighty tight, will you buckle? Will you crack? Will you start thinking "shit, not again"? 'cause that's all I need. One second, that's all it'll take, just one second of doubt to creep into your mind and I'll stomp you Face Down in the Dirt. But that's just business, isn't it? I mean, it's not personal. You're annoyingly hard to dislike for someone I'm having a match with. Obviously, I'm still gonna stomp you into the ground, but still... I won't dislike you when I'm doing it, so that's something, right? It'll be like one of those fights you have in the bar, where you get up, shake hands, and share a drink. We can do that too. I'll pick you up off the mat, take you out, and buy you a beer. Sound good? I don't know where, 'cause everywhere's fucking shut, but I'm sure we can drink somewhere. Now I appreciate the fact that I may come across as sounding a tad flippant about everything. So allow me to clear it up if you happen to think that; I'm not. I don't care how long I've been here, compared to the rest of you in the tournament. I'm here to win it. I'm here to make an immediate, and Odyssey changing impact. What I'm not here to do?

I'm not here to make up the numbers.
I'm not here to roll over and let you get back into the winning groove.
I'm not here... to lose.

So Dulce Torres, if you've still got any cobwebs floating around in that head of yours after Hardcore Havoc, then you best clear them away real quick, because I am not here to pad out the tournament. If you don't bring your 'A' game, if you underestimated me in any way, if you think that I'm a gimme, and you're just gonna walk right on through me, then it'll be the last thing you do. I don't predict the future, I don't care about the past, but if you don't take me seriously, I will... will embarrass you. And you know it's true, 'cause I'm a saint, and what I say goes.

Liara picks up her beer and holds it towards the camera - cheers to Dulce Torres. She takes a long drink, puts the bottle down, and lowers herself in the water, so that only her head remains above.

Fade to black.

Atlantis Promo 1: The Gang Deal With The Homeless Problem.

(The camera opens within the interior of a darkened and inactive Philly pub just as it's front door explodes off of it's hinges.  A loud and blaring burglar alarm sounds as the Derelict walks in, rubbing his bald head with one hand and covering his ear with the other.  He palms the security display near the door and promptly rips the device out of the wall, wires and all, leaving track marks all the way up to the ceiling.  He crushes it in one hand and lets it crumble to the floor.  His soured and hung over expression elongates into one of placid realization as he spots the bar.)

"Hair of the dog? don't mind if I do..."

(The Derelict pulls up a stool and plops down in it, having to arch at the knees just to sit on the thing comfortably.  He reaches his long arm across the bar and yanks a bottle of aged scotch from the top shelf.  He pops off the decorative cork, making a satisfying wet 'pop' as he does so, reaches underneath the bar once more, and grabs a glass.  He then shoves the glass into some ice, filling it to the brim, grabs a coaster, and sets the ice filled glass down.  He daintily begins to pour the content of the bottle, letting two drops hit the ice, before taking a swing straight from the bottle itself.  After clearing the bottle, he tosses it over his shoulder to crash against the dartboard.  He then stares down at the near-alcohol free glass of ice next to him.)

"I'm not a greedy man.  May as well save some for the next schlub in line.  Just enough to piss them off.  That sums up my run so far in OWA.  I accomplish some of what I set out to do, and then I'm met with setback.  Oh I don't care that I lost the Openweight title, but I held it long enough to get a taste of the good life that it provided.  I did  everything my way for as long as I could within the rules and regulations of OWA, before the belt was unfairly taken off of my person.  I enjoyed that joyride, but it was far too short.  It was just enough to piss me off, Aria.  You wouldn't know much about that would you though? When it comes to haves and have nots, you're in the haves camp.  Harvard Heights has plenty of nice gated communities that would call the cops on pretty much anyone in this match if they saw us passing through.  Privilege, wealth, exclusion, Karen.  That's what you exemplify?  Thinking about it, you are quite the Karen type aren't you? You claim to not cheat, but you don't mind indulging in some light tubes or electrified knucks if you can get away with it.  Does it make you morally superior when you do those things when allowed to? I don't think so.  I think it makes you a hypocrite, a snob, an entitled little dolled up Raggedy Anne whose cloth was cut from white collars.  You're not a role model or a hero.  You're not sticking it to anyone.  You're the proverbial 'man'.  Oh, but you're a nice girl are ya? Yeah...it's easy to be nice when you live in the lap of luxury.  You dress street, but in truth you're just another flag waving, non-mask wearing, dime dropping, Karen pretending she knows what's best for others."

(Derelict steps over the bar with one big stride and starts raiding a glass door refrigerator.  He pulls out a can of Mountain Dew and grabs another whisky off the top shelf.  He bluntly tosses the ice out of the once reserved glass of 'whisky', fills it a quarter way with soft drink, and then the rest of the way with whisky.  He stirs it with his gross, calloused,finger momentarily and then takes a sip.  Smacking his lips together as he tastes it, he nods his head to one side in approval, and then downs the rest.  After clearing the glass, he casually lets it drop from his hand and crash on the floor behind the bar.)

"What was I talkin' about?  Got distracted making breakfast.  Did'ja know Mountain Dew was created with the express intent of mixing it with whisky?  Sorta like how Stark's made his way to OWA with the sole mission statement of stomping Moongoose's head into the dirt repeatedly.  Now I can respect that laser focus and drive to make another man's life a living hell. I truly can, but the fact remains that Moongoose isn't in this match.  I am, but I don't have much quarrel with you or how you carry yourself.  I can respect any guy who can get a haircut like that while wears nothing but red leather and still maintain an aura of badassery.  You're good, Stark.  You don't hold back.  You hit every move and strike with a veracity that indicates you plan to end the match.  You don't play around or toy with the crowd, you just want to inflict pain no matter if may come at the expense of your own health.  In truth, I'd prefer you on my side instead of that obsessive crybaby Cason.  I think you, me, and ol' Hollywood Fiora could cause some damage in a trio together.  Alas, we're forced to fight one another in what's sure to be quite the throw down.  Now, I've had a pretty rough week.  I've spit, pissed, and shit blood for a few days after the bar room brawl, and hangovers and concussions don't mix as well as Mt. Dew and alcohol.  Still, I'm not sure there's much that even you could do to make me feel any more like a human blister waiting to explode than I already do.  Maybe I'm growing immune to pain from constantly being in it.  Maybe my body's coping through shock after I launched it through a few tables.  Maybe I've just got a good buzz going and this is just alcohol talking, but I don't think there's much that you could do to put me away.  My life reeked of brimstone before I even made it to OWA, but now that it's been ganged up on and put through so much more hell I question if there's a damnation that can keep me from walking through the eternal void and coming out the other side relatively unscathed."

(The Derelict begins walking back around the bar, dragging his feet through the shattered glass as he does so.  As he reaches the front of the bar once more, he leans back against it and cracks his neck.)

"I suppose the same could be said of the boys of GRiME.  Granted, I've reluctantly inflicted my fair share of the hell they've been through.  It's funny because I don't hate them.  We come from similar places.  We live our lives the way we want to, and eschew the persecution of others who don't seem to try or want to 'get it', much less the ones who judge with pure unadulterated intolerance without trying to even see things from our perspectives.  We're walking in the same direction against the grain with the backdrop of societies rank and file going the opposite direction as our backdrop.  Maybe I'm taking this constantly being booked against you two the wrong way.  Maybe this isn't OWA's version of bum fights.  Maybe they see something in you two that needs to be battle tested and legitimized.  I don't know.  I see two burn outs, and I'm not in a position to judge anyone who willfully removes themselves from the grid, even if it is just to get high in a soup kitchen.  Whatever OWA's reasoning for continuing to seed me against the two of you, rest assured in knowing that the outcome will remain the same.  I will beat the ever loving hell out of the two of you.  I may even grab one of you skeevy stoners by the ankles and use him to beat the other one.  My motive in doing so is merely watching you two bump around like two eggs in the blender, and wanting to see what it'll take to make one or both of you crack."

(The camera cuts to the doorway just as two men walk in with a look of disgust on their face.)

Dennis: WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE!?!

Mac: It looks like that giant, rugged, hobo looking fellow kicked the door in and made some free drinks for himself.  Want me to hit him with the Hand of God, Dennis?

Dennis: No no no...CHARLIE!

(Suddenly a small, scruffy, bearded man bursts out of the basement door as The Derelict continues to watch the sequence of events carry out in front of him with an air of disinterest.)

Charlie: Guys, guys, thank god you're here!  I think I heard the drinks alarm going off.

Dennis: What the hell are you talking about Charlie?

Charlie: Yeah, there's this alarm I sometimes hear when I'm down bashin' rats in the basement after you guys leave.  When I do, I drop everything and come up and ask whoever's here for a tasty beverage.

Mac: Charlie, why the hell would you do that?

(Charlie shuffles his feet through the remains of the alarm setup and holds up the 'Brinks Alarm' logo.)

Charlie: See? Works every time.

Mac: Oh Jesus Christ...

Dennis: Goddamnit Charlie! Your illiteracy is why we're always under inventory and missing money from the till!

Charlie: Well I don't see how the drinks alarm has anything to do with that.

Dennis: IT HAS EVERYTHING TO DO WITH THAT! Mac! Back me up on this.

Mac: Yeah! I was wondering why my payday's always missing when I try to get it out of the register!

Dennis: YEAH! Wait..what?

(Dennis and Charlie stare at each other, and then snap back around to Mac still nodding angrily at Charlie)

Dennis: What the hell are you talking about 'payday'? You get your payday from the envelopes I give you every two weeks.

Mac: Yeah but u sometimes as part owner..I might add!... I like to take a little off of the top for myself to keep my paycheck higher than you jabronis, ya know? Completely above board stuff.

Charlie: I concur and digress.

Mac: Okay, you don't know what those words mean.

Dennis: SON OF A BITCH! I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU AND MAIL YOUR GENITALS TO YOUR FAMILY!  WHY THE HELL IS EVERYONE INSANE BUT ME! 

(Derelict coughs abruptly, causing all three gang members to turn on their heels to face him.)

The Gang in Unison: WHAT!?!

Derelict:...Nothin', was just going to mosey on out.  Didn't want to leave without saying goodbye.

Mac: Ooooh. Yeah, okay.  The door's over there.  I could see how it could be awkward to witness this business talk as a common outsider

Dennis: Wait right there! You owe us money for drinks!

Charlie: Yeah! and where's my drink man? I heard the alarm now you gotta pay up

Dennis: sonovabitch hat's not what it means...n-n-nevermind.  Mac, kill this guy.

(Mac cracks his knuckles and rushes at The Derelict, who stands placidly at the bar watching as Mac throws air chops and scissors kicks the air in front of him.  Derelict pushes himself off of the bar with a huff, easily grabs Mac up by the scruff of the neck, and tosses him across the bar.  Dennis, Derelict, and Charlie then stand silently staring at one another wondering what to do next.)

"AAAAAAAAAGHH!"

(Without warning, Charlie comes windmilling at The Derelict with his rat bat, only for the Derelict to smack it away, claw down on Charlie's face, and hit Hands Across America on the hardwood floor.  The Derelict looks up from his handiwork just in time to see Dennis start to reach for a bar stool. Dennis freezes in his tracks as soon as Derelict lays eyes on him.  He drops the stool as Derelict rises up to full height.  Dennis starts backpedaling toward the door, pointing and threatening  with a cracked high inflection as he leaves.)

Dennis: You got lucky, ya know.  I coulda-

(Derelict feints lunging at Dennis, which is enough for the bar owner to run out the doorless entrance of the bar.  Surveying the debris and broken bodies around him, Derelict lets out a sigh.)

Derelict: 'least I won one bar fight this week.

(As the Derelict begins walking toward the door, the pitter-patter of tiny footsteps emit from the basement stares behind hin.  He turns around to face his interloper just in time to see a squat, bald, bespectacled, fat man in a leotard holding a steel trash can and chewing on an old newspaper.  The two freeze and stare each other down.  The tiny fat man surveys the bar,then finds his line of sight once again fall on The Derelict.)

Frank: Want some trash?

The Derelict: No...no I don't suppose I do.

Frank: Hey, are you a wrestler? I feel like I've seen you on TV...and maybe pissing in the alleyway out back.

The Derelict: Sounds like me.

Frank: I'm a wrestler too.  I'm The Trash Man.  I come out and I throw trash, and-and I eat garbage.

The Derelict: Cool.  Me too kinda.  

Frank: Yeah...did you beat up my friends?

The Derelict: Are they your friends?

Frank: Nah, not really.  They were due a good ass kicking too.  Hey, wanna go find some denim under the bridge and buy some whores?

The Derelict: No thanks.  I'm more of a rayon man myself, but you do you.  You seem like you've got things figured out for yourself

(Suddenly the glass behind the bar starts rustling.  Mac rises, limping with half of his face covered in jagged shards.  He reaches out toward Frank while hoarsely screaming his name.)

Mac: Frank! Go get your gun. Oh thank god you're h-

(A trash can comes flying in and ricochets off of Mac's head.  Mac crumbles back to the floor with a thud. Frank smiles proudly while giving The Derelict a thumbs up.  At a loss for words, The Derelict shrugs and turns to walk out into the slowly wakening Philly streets as the sun creeps over the industrial horizon.)

Within private interview room owned by the J-Dynasty organization, Jonetta Stone is found entering the room to meet the waiting suited Joseph Anubis. She’s in her usual ivory hockey mask and fur trench coat.

Anubis: Welcome Ms Stone, it’s been a while. I am glad you are allowing me to have you--

Jonetta Stones fixes up Anubis’ tie and indicates him to stand up with better posture. She lets him go, and he sits down a bit uncomfortable.

Jonetta: Being away from the camera so long isn’t an excuse to be dishevelled, hun.

Anubis: But --

Jonetta: Hush.

Anubis sinks deeper into his chair.

Jonetta: That’s nice. You know, you were once very familiar with the OWA Gods, before they rose on up and ruled over their kingdoms and Mount Olympus. You’d give them awards and shower them with credentials in your little most valuable lists, you were the first to make their heads so big. Then they began making people like Dulce follow in their footsteps.

Anubis: I’m not sure that’s acc--

Jonetta: You used to hype up Carlos. You’re a fan of the Rosso family. What do you think of the new crop that has entertained this business?

Anubis: Well obviously Diantha Rosso will bring dynamic touch to the Rosso legacy, she’s got such chaotic underdog energy that just makes it a fuller picture, a great family portrait of professional wrestling.

Jonetta: I knew you’d say something like that. You really love blowing smoke up the simple behinds of these knuckle-dragging primates.

Anubis: What bothers you so much about these girls? You’re a young girl, one of our finest brand members that we scouted, why are you always in a dour mood?

Jonetta: I’m surrounded, Joseph. All around me are these flip-floppy pain in my asses. I've said all I've needed to say about Dulce. She just doesn't get it. She thinks I'm under the belief things get easier as champion, as if I wasn't one third of a team of champions that reigned terror over OWA for the better part of an entire year. I know all about the hard work of a champion, and I've been ready for that since day one. My grudge is with how much people want these weak little ladies to be champions, how many free passes they get and how there's always a whole army of friends promoting.....for a lack of a better term.....bullshit. One prime example is Christie Sky, who I guess may or may not show up due to her divided attention that earned her a hellacious beat down from the Void. I sense I’m supposed to somehow give a rats ass about her problems, but the thing is, I know if I don’t win this match I’ll be right back in the same spot Christie will be if she doesn’t even make it. Everyone talks about her so-called hunger and how long she’s kept at this, but all I see is someone who people desperately want to see succeed, but at the end of the day is just someone who doesn’t have the tools to build the body of work that defines a successful career.

And then there’s Diantha Rosso. Do you know that she calls herself a “paradox”? A contradiction she says! Do you know what I call that? I call it indecisive, I call it a woman with an identity crisis. One moment she’s hugging every other woman she meets, she talks about how much she cares about the success of the other girls and bla bla, but then the next she’s going on about her oh so scary rage and wanting to lick the blood off people’s wounded skulls. She wants her family left out of this, but is she not the one who did this whole little dance, playing coy by not using her name, and then afterwards she reveals like she’s gone through some rite of passage. If she didn’t want her family name scrutinized, she could have either came into this business a regular Rosso without any games or she could have just never revealed it in the first place, she’s the one who has made it seem important. She often talks about us being similar. I supposed we both have a never say die attitude and perhaps we both have a certain chip on our shoulder that looks the same. Sure. But there’s a huge difference between her and me in the locker room, she’s like Christie Sky. She is someone who others want to see succeed. She said it herself, Azumi, Christie, Dulce, they have a special fondness for her and want to see her have her moment on top. No one in OWA wants Jonetta Stone to succeed. I can’t even accept the tag team of the year awards without dirty looks and disrespect, my happy moments are not OWA happy moments. I am an island. Do you know what would happen if Diantha won this match? The same thing that happened when she won the big battle royal! Tears and adulation, her big win played on loop time after time! Diantha mentioned Natalie sleeping with management, as if I’m supposed to care. As far as I’m concerned, nearly this entire roster is in bed with each other. I’m just the cranky downstairs neighbour that’s sick of hearing their sounds at night, I am the one who is about to come on up and spoil their good time. Diantha can think of her multi-person match victories over me as something that keeps me up at night, picture her Clash win or some tag match, but she’s off the mark. What bites at me, what keeps me awake at night, is that there are people on this roster who truly believe that they safe from Jonetta Stone, but soon I’ll be making things very clear to them. I’ll translate fear to them in the only ways they understand, pain and tripped gold.

Then there’s Llorona, I’ll admit, she stays on brand. She knows who she is and what she’s after, and she’s not playing any games. Just like me. I respect that. But that’s also her biggest downfall, she sticks to what she knows and who she is, but what she is was never that great in the first place. She’s a two bit criminal, from what might as well be the third world, thinking her street success is something to be proud of. All of it was being a rat in cage, doing better than the mice. She doesn’t understand, she never knew success, and she always followed certain rules. Success doesn’t truly exist where she comes from. And the number one rule she followed was playing the impoverished game, apparently setting up figureheads in dead beat places and getting to do all the crime she wanted…...where she was, she wasn’t to become some grand ruler in a place that mattered. If her cartel tried to roll into countries that frankly mattered, and tried to act like they owned the place as they would back home, they’d be thrown out of the country or worse, she’ll never be what she was there here. Much in the same fashion that she was a relatively big fish somewhere else where she was Women’s champion, but won’t amount to it here where it matters in OWA. Beating up amateurs doesn’t get you ready for the pros, doesn’t matter if they’re street starved hoodlums or scrubs from just another wrestling company. Llorona is the type of person that is used to create fear in the lesser classes, both in status and ability, Viola can show her around and scare the piss out of all the new girls that walk into OWA. Film episodes of OWA Scared Straight with Llorona threatening all of those OWT trainees that aren’t ready to step into OWA yet, for all I care. But don’t think for one second she’s going to stop me from being the one who carves out the hearts from the ladies who think they can stand as tall as my ivory tower. Joseph, it was a real nice time, your annoying love of these people let me get a lot off my chest, but now I have a chamber to go win.

Jonetta gives an intimated Anubis the microphone and the scene ends before he gets to close it off for her.