Simps iffy, uh, blicky got the stiffy, uh
Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh
(Milk Gang!)
Pop these simps like a wheelie simp, you a silly simp
In the hood with them Billy simps, and them Hoover simps
You run up and they shooting simps, we ain't hooping simp
No KB, you a loser simp, up that Uzi simp
On the stoop, crills in my draws, your girl on my phone
She wanna fuck but keep her clothes on, I only want the jaw
Man that's really all I use her for, I kick her out the door
I don't want her, you can keep the whore, she fiendin' for some more
In New York my chads don't Milly Rock, my chads money bop
Blow a case a simp throwing shots, I run 'em off they block
Quarter milli in the stash box, I grinded for my spot
Simps talking 'bout that cash but my bag worth a lot
I don't fuck with no old hoes, only new hoes
Put my dick in her backbone, I pass her to my bro
I don't love her that's a sad hoe, she a bad hoe
I'ma fuck her then I dash home, to the cash hoe
I'm on some rob a simp shit, take a simp bitch
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit
Shout out, but I fucked that Juanita bitch
Simps iffy, uh, blicky got the stiffy, uh
Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh
Move milli', all my chads on fifty, uh
Talk down, pew pew pew, you silly, uh
Hit a stain, fifty bands, all hunnids
Spinning through ya block like a pop shove-it
Shoot at me I'm shooting back, I'm getting buckets
I ain't wanna take his life but he a simp, fuck it
I'm on some rob a simp shit, take a simp bitch
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit
Shout out, but I fucked that Juanita bitch
I'm on some rob a simp shit, take a simp’s bitch
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit
Shout out, but I fucked that Juanita bitch
Milk Gang!

 
“This is it. This is the opportunity that we’ve all been patiently waiting for.”
 
“This is our chance to finally start delivering upon the promise that we originally made, since the day that we arrived here. The promise that we’d plant the seeds of change within Odyssey, and allow it to grow beyond Odyssey and continue to spread throughout OWA. This is a chance to finally silence our critics and begin our gradual ascension to the absolute peak of this company. It’s not exactly the most spectacular way to start our rise, but… it is a start. Now, I have to admit that I’m not very experienced with teaming alongside Selene, since she’s the most recent addition to The Void and doesn’t have much of a history of being a tag-team wrestler. However, she’s an incredibly successful wrestler outside of the tag-team division, and when you combine that with my personal experience as a tag-team wrestler… well, let’s just say that I’m feeling very confident about our chances of winning the OWA World Tag Team Championships. Although, that could also be explained by just looking at the selection of opponents that we’ve been given. I wouldn’t say that any of the opposing teams are bad, or “unworthy” of challenging for the championship… but they do leave something to be desired, don’t they? I don’t know, I just can’t help but feel a small tinge of disappointment as I look at everyone else in this match, and realize that the quality of tag teams in OWA has drastically plummeted in the span of a few months.”
 
“Think about it. There was a time when The Dollhouse, The Wild Boys, Zaibatsu and Ground Zero were competing for those championships. The entire division is practically unrecognizable now, since absolutely none of those teams are still active. It seems that everybody’s gone off to try and find some individual success, rather than concern themselves with the Tag Team Championships anymore. To replace those teams, it seems like a brand new wave of mediocrity has risen to try and successfully fill the hole that their absence has left behind… with mixed results.”
 
“For example, let’s look at a team like GRiME, a pair of young talents who are relatively unproven in the realm of professional wrestling. Now, I don’t think anyone will deny their abilities or talent, however, I can’t help but feel like they’re not motivated enough to actually try and fulfill their potential as wrestlers. They’d rather make a bunch of jokes and constantly reference the fact that they’re pot-smokers. I don’t know about anyone else, but uh… that doesn’t exactly sound very impressive to me. You see, I have a bit of trouble with taking people seriously, if they don’t make an effort to take anything seriously. If they actually took the opportunity to apply themselves, instead of treating everything with such a flippant and laid-back attitude, I’d consider them to be a legitimate threat in this match. Now, I can’t completely fault them, after all… they’re young and inexperienced. They haven’t been placed in too many situations like this, where there’s a tremendous amount of pressure on everyone involved. They haven’t been given an opportunity to compete for a championship before. To put it simply, they’re just not prepared for a match like this. Mind you, that’s nothing to be ashamed of, but it’s the reality of their situation. This isn’t even considering the fact that I possess an advantage over them in terms of size, which certainly isn’t something that I’m able to say often, at least… over a man. I won’t completely rule out any and all possibilities of them winning this match, but I think it’s unlikely.
 
“Moving on, let’s discuss the “oddball team” of this match. A team that’s remained completely quiet up to this point, and haven’t done much to dissuade the widely-held belief that they’re nothing more than a team that was created… purely to make this match into a four-way. Devon Slayton does have a good amount of experience within the tag-team division and has competed against some legitimate talents, however, I have this sinking feeling that he’s going to be dragged down by his own partner. Udy is a capable wrestler, but he’s far too… disturbed, too weak in the realm of his own mind. He lacks a certain degree of mental strength and fortitude that's practically required for someone with his abilities and level of skill to truly succeed. He’s completely deranged, but as a result… he’s lacking any sort of rationality or competence, which raises a few questions about his ability to serve as an effective tag-team partner. Perhaps, it’s because of that missing sense for logical thinking and planning, that Udy hasn’t had a very remarkable tenure in OWA. He’s trapped within the confines of his own chaotic mind, and can’t properly dedicate himself to wrestling. To him, it serves as nothing more than an outlet for all of his pent-up rage and the mental anguish that he’s barely able to contain within himself.”
 
“In many ways, Udy is nothing more than a creature of pure instinct, and just like any other creature of pure instinct… he lacks any sense of thought or ability to care about any of the consequences that would arise from his actions. He’s a creature that simply acts on instinct and habit, both of those which are easy to take advantage of and capitalize on. Not to mention the fact that it’d be very difficult for anyone to try and control such a creature, so I’m extremely unsure of Devon Slayton’s ability to successfully prevent Udy from behaving like a fool. Speaking of which, Devon isn’t much to write home about. Yes, he’s a very talented wrestler, but he hasn’t quite managed to live up to much of the hype that surrounds him or his well-known surname. Which is certainly a common trend that I’ve encountered in this company, very few of the most hyped-up talents are actually able to prove themselves in OWA. For the most part, they turn a couple of heads for the first week or so, but then… they just start losing and underperforming, until they’re eventually gone. Slayton has already been suffering from such a reputation being placed upon him, and I can assure you that it won’t be erased at Final Destination. He and Udy just aren’t capable of preventing us from claiming those OWA World Tag team Championships. They’ll just serve as another obstacle to distract us, from the real challenge that this match brings to us.”
 
“It’s hard to believe, but Teddy and Nobi are quite a fearsome team. Mind you, they’re not fearsome in a conventional sense, but they’re a legitimate threat due to their level of chemistry and synergy. Which is something that puts them above every other team in this match, since they’re actually experienced and competent wrestlers. They’re not a pair of college kids who smoke copious amounts of weed and think that doing flips will actually win them a match, they’re not a sociopathic lunatic and an overhyped second-generation wrestler who isn’t even capable of winning an important match, they’re actually competent. They managed to defeat a highly-talented team to win those championships in the first place. It’s easy to dismiss them as nothing more than clowns, who are constantly happy and pleasant about everything, but they wouldn’t have made it to this point… if they weren’t more than just clowns. In a company that’s filled to the brim with people who are operating on pure self-interest, and don’t give a damn about anybody else… they manage to stand out from the rest. It’s not something that I ever expected to encounter in this company, a pair of individuals who genuinely possess a desire to be good people. Honestly, I can’t help but view them as a breath of fresh air, most of the wrestlers in this company are either stupid or selfish to an utterly absurd degree. These two are neither of those things, as a result… they’ll be our biggest obstacle to claiming those championships. However, their unwillingness to take risks and utilize any unfair advantage that they’re given is going to cause them a few problems. While I respect their sense of morality, it’s going to become a handicap for them in this type of match. Mind you, I’m not even mentioning the simple fact that this is a four-way match, where the chances of retaining your championship are even more unlikely. Although… there’s only one team that’s actually going to leave Final Destination as the OWA World Tag team Champions, and you’re looking directly at one member of that team. We’re going to break through on that night, and finally prove to everybody who’s ever doubted our abilities in the ring… that we will consume OWA. The Void is an utterly inescapable and unavoidable fate, it just took a bit longer to get here than we previously thought.”
 
“We’re more than just a team, or a group… we’re a force. All of the setbacks, all of our past failures, all of the delays… they’ve all been building up to this exact moment. Let it be known, there won’t be any more of those failures or setbacks, this is the moment where everything is going to change. The time for just licking our wounds and waiting until another opportunity to achieve something of importance falls into our laps? That’s over. The time for waiting patiently is gone. Now? It’s time for us to take. I’m sick of losing, I’m sick of people treating us like we’re jokes, and I’m especially sick of being treated like the promise of our revolution was meaningless. Like it’s never going to happen, and that we’ve failed to deliver upon it.”
 
“I’ve had ENOUGH of that.”
 
“If we don’t start to enact the change that we promised now, it’ll never come. The Void must rise up and become the source of change that it’s always wanted to be. Our promise of revolution will be delivered upon, and I’ll do everything in my power to ensure that. If I have to sacrifice everything, even my well-being to accomplish that, then so be it.”
 
“The time to act is now…”
 
“THE VOID IS COMING.”

(The scene opens with Roni sitting at the edge of a bed in a hotel room in Miami running her hand through her hair and shaking her head. She begins to lightly laugh before looking up.)

I know, I said I had nothing else to say to April, Alyssa, and even Llorona but good goddamn it was hard not to respond to them.  First, let me start in April. The person who has become a thorn in my side. My dear April, I have been like you, or the Military would say “stressed”. I was some kid in boots that was shocked to Hell and back, but not by drill sergeants...but by fucking life. Let’s face it. Life is a way better and more brutal teacher than some drill sergeant ever could be and I have seen all of my flaws and I fucking accept them for what they are. I know, who I am and what my weaknesses are and I try to improve on them not to perfection for that is a madman’s fucking game and something I have learned throughout my journey. I try not to think about them because if I do then I go back to that same girl that Jonetta and you were making insults about being weak and having no hunger and what other such shit you and her and everyone else was spewing. Even though I said, I have people who held my hand, those same people put me through hell from being piledriven through a flaming table to being driven into a Barbed Wire Chair with thumbtacks on it and much more. Nothing has been fucking gentle for me, April, and honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way for it wouldn’t have made me the person who I am today. I have been broken many times both here in Odyssey and elsewhere. Every time I have been broken I have gotten back and I always tried to change was wrong, and it either worked or it failed, but guess what I know now if I allow people to break me then they win, but if I resist it then I come out on top in the end. I have come to the realization that if I allow people to break me then I become another brick on the wall, and that is something I don’t want to be.

(Roni simply snickers before continuing)

You say the people “loved” me, but guess what there are still a few that still cheer for me because as I have droned this before they get me and they understand me. They are the fans I want because they will stick with me to the end no matter what. I lost you because I had a change of mind...fuck I bet your friends are afraid to even suggest a different place to eat at or anything if that is the case because as I said I wanted to leave. I wanted to come back after Final Destination, but I felt this feeling that is indescribable raise up in me and I had to finish what you and I started several months ago. You seem like a very smart person April, let me ask you have you ever read the book The Art of War? I am sure you have for in that book one of the best tactics you can do is blindside someone to gain the upper hand and that is what I did. I followed an idea that has been as old as time and has been used by many militaries in history. You are right though it was a clever move, a bitch move not so fucking much because it made sense and it was a vulgar display of power.

(Roni begins to shaking her head and smiling)

Unstable? How I am unstable...April I can name several other women and even men that would fit the idea of “unstable”, and you are right I could use a break. The thing is though...I can’t stop because as soon as I do I will lose everything. See April, if I were to leave for one, two, three, or even for fucking five months I won’t be in the same position as I am now. Instead, I would be on Atlantis facing a rookie or someone unknown and then I would have to begin this process all over again. I would have to fight and claw my way back to the Goddess Championship and quite frankly I really don’t fucking feel like doing that. After, all my hard work and everything that would be a dumb move. 

(Roni begins to make a fist with her left hand as her look has become more angered than before)

Oh, and the other thing that just got under my fucking skin...how am I a fucking scumbag? Please for the life of me explain this to me because I don’t get it or understand it. If throwing “online tantrums'' as are considered scummy then goddamn there a whole lot more people that scumbags more so than me. Also, let’s talk about that where the fuck have I ever thrown a tantrum at? I have never done so and if you consider me letting everything out a tantrum then I need you to make up your fucking mind. I say this because when I was downing myself and everything you told me to man the fuck up, and now that I man the fuck up, you hate it. I just don’t fucking get it, April. You praise that I have the talent and now I have the motivation and that having both is good. Yet, I am a scumbag and a bitch. Again, April I must say I just don’t fucking understand. Bash me and then praise me, you know that is a bit of an oxymoron, but you know what I will digress with that. You say I haven’t quite learned the concept of “actions have consequences”, that is a bold face fucking lie, April! I know, actions have consequences. I know, what I did could have gotten me kicked out of Odyssey as a whole, but I did it anyway! I was willing to take that consequence, but look at what happened instead.

(Roni begins to tap both feet as you can see her hate rising up inside of her)

Oh and just a little thing else, too. You fucking know very godddamn well I treat every match and moment like it matters, so don’t fucking say I don’t! Even you know that was a fucking lie and the reason I say this match means the most is because I lose then I will give up my chance to fight for the belt again as what would be the fucking point in keep on challenging for it! As well I would suggest that you get a dictionary because a rivalry is a competition for the same objective or superiority in the same field, so yeah I think that word and even concept apply here, April. As we are both competitors who have the same objective in the same field, as one could say. Oh, and April if you are gonna “bury” me at Final Destination make sure to dig my grave twelve feet deep because six isn't deep enough for me as I will dig out of my own fucking grave.

(Roni pauses trying to collect herself)

Now onto the firecracker herself, Alyssa. Do you know how I have managed to get this far? I have managed to get this far by never giving up and always coming back, Alyssa, not by ridiculous logic as you and even April have said. You know that burning spirit inside of you that you talked about...guess what that is the exact same thing I have as well and as long as it burns brightly I will always go further and never give up in the end. Until that fucking flame is extinguished. As well, I am not acting like you, Llorona or April are trying to wipe me out, I am acting a person who wants to continue towards the top because they have busted their ass to get to the point where they are at and they are fighting like a rabid wolverine to keep it. That is what I am doing. I have fought my way to the top and I will be goddamn if I let slip out of my hands because I have worked way too hard for that to happen.

Alyssa, when have I ever called you a chump? I praised you more than the others and because I have faith in you for as I said before you and I are one and the same to a very small degree. I am glad you are dead set on changing the world we live in, honestly, I am for I feel you on that on a personal level. I am glad you want to wipe the plague of transitional champions be the solid base just like Dulce, hell I will go on and cheer for you because again I feel you on that Alyssa. 

(Roni pauses for a second)

Just one thing though Alyssa and this goes back to what I said before. You will do whatever it takes to make that happen and so in that same aspect while you sing about how you are above me, in reality, you would have taken a chair and blindsided everyone just like I did.

(Roni begins to look down at the floor as she tries to calm down her feet from tapping)

Do you know why that lost stung so badly and burned me as the sun did to Icarus? It was a reality check for me. I was riding high and I felt like everything I lost and worked for was paid in due, but then I was shot down and everything just fell. That is why as you said that lost “defines” and not only that but look at Clash...I made it to the final four and then I eliminated my own fucking self. I know, I never really fell from the top because I was never there, to begin with...I was or am just stuck in the middle, and I want to go above that. For what would be the point of giving every match my all only to be stagnated? 

Let me ask you this though Alyssa, which version of myself, exactly are you talking about? What point in my journey would you consider “the original'' me? When I first joined Odyssey? When I won the belt from Dulce? Tell me the exact version of myself you want to face because I have been evolving since day one. As far as the real me, well I have been real ever since I won and the lost the championship because what you are seeing and hearing is all me now! No gimmick! No bullshit! No anything! I am one hundred percent real all the time! As far as the good in me, trust me it is there. It never went away! Have my methods changed? Yes, they had to because that is the nature of things! As well as Alyssa don’t be calling the kettle black because while you act like you have the moral high ground because you know damn well you would or will do the same I did!

(Roni tries to continue to calm down, but you can visibly see her anger rising inside of her as she keeps looking down at the floor)

Can you or anyone for that matter tell me when I lost my fucking dedication? I have been dedicated since day one. I never lost it like you and April and whoever the fuck keeps spilling that shit! If I wasn’t dedicated then I would be at home at Detroit watching Final Destination, but instead, I will be there in person as part of one of the grandest matches in Odyssey’s history. Again where did I lose my fucking dedication? Again, I will drone this in, again as I did with April before, and I am sure some will say I am in “denial”, while the vast majority of fans boo me there are still those that cheer for me because again, and I don’t know how many fucking times I can repeat myself for you all to understand this simple fucking concept! Those that boo me now, they were never true fans of me and if the only time they cheer for me is when I act on their behalf, and not my own, and when I would say the things they want to hear, and not hear me out. To me, that sounds fake as hell and I am fucking tired of doing that! I want to act and speak on my own accord, not everyone else's! I used to have a greater purpose, again where the fuck did it go? I still have a greater purpose and it is a simple one. I want to be on top not for the power or for the greed or anything of that sort, but show you can from fucking nothing and make something, or that you can be a nobody and become a somebody! That is my greater purpose in wrestling and I have never lost sight of it! My attitude never turned sour, I just show it more than before, which is what everyone wanted but now everyone hates it. Again, I just don’t fucking get it! I am just tired of all the bashing when I have literally become what people wanted, and yet I am criticized for it...I just don’t fucking get it!

(Roni looks dead straight up and you can see her face is painted with anger and distaste)

Alyssa will I say one last little fucking thing though.  You said you will be the one to give me my comeuppance well...let’s hope you do because again I don’t give a shit for idle threats or promises. So you better fucking deliver!

Finally, there is the “Death Dealer” herself. The Grim Reaper, one could say...Llorona. Who said that me defeating her is damn near fucking impossible because I can’t win the mental fight inside of my head. Who said that I had my time and yet it was my own fault. Who said I couldn’t protect my own turf and I couldn’t cut it. One of those statements is true and the others are just a pure fucking joke. As to which one is true, I will let you figure that out because it is really fucking obvious. So I am just a flavor of a month now and that I am desperately trying to catch up to everyone else. By your logic, that means Alyssa will be my replacement as I said before she and I are one and the same to a degree. Again, just like before Llorona if you are gonna come up and take me out you better fucking do it...because I will fade away before I tap the fuck out!

My final message for all three of you is a simple one. Make up your goddamn mind because it seems like when I have become a strong, dedicated, passionate, and whatever the fuck else person...all the fuck I get is criticized for it! So again, do you want the down and out Roni that drugged herself through the mud or do you want the opposite? Make your goddamn mind up.

(Roni, visibly showing her emotions of anger, distaste, sorrow, and more, gets up and walks away out of the view as the scene fades to black)

[size=32]GYPSINE DIVINITY[/size]
PROPHECIES OF THE SAUCE KANG


The Gypsy Kang, Harman Ardelean and his faithful squire, Leander, defy coronavirus lockdown rules by trudging between the tents of a deserted circus carnival left barren after being categorized as “non-essential business”.


Harman: Where the fuck are you even taking me, Lee. There’s nobody here.


Leander: Oh there’s someone here, alright. Not everyone lives in a house or an apartment.


Harman: Some live in caravans.


Leander: And some live in tents. Look around, Harman. This is what we gypsies are in the world. We’re non-essential people. It’s your challenge to make the untouchables truly ‘Untouchable’. But I know there’s somebody still here who can help.


Harman: Sounding a wee New Age, pal. Why did I even let you talk me into coming? A KANG does not need help.


Leander: Sure he does.


Harman: I’m the man with the crystal left nut. The man that VAR forgot. I got all the magic I need. Besides, give me FIVE examples of true Kangs who needed to outsource their hocus pocus gobbledigook. You can’t.


Leander: Aight… Arthur had Merlin. Caesar had Spurrina the Haruspex. Charles IX of France had Nostradamus. Tsar Nicholas II had Rasputin and number 5…


Harman: I’m waiting…


Leander: The only news media organization accredited by Trump as “not FAKE NEWS” is the Falun Gong mystic cult owned Epoch Times.


Harman: Well I guess I can’t argue with any of that.


Leander: Right. If The Donald needs Feng Shui to fight the Chinese Virus then what’s the shame in accepting some help in your holy war?


The pair come upon a small tent on the fringes of the circus. A large sign outside reads “MADAME TWO-SWORDS MYSTIC TAROT” with a massive etching of a blindfolded woman holding two blades crossed in an X over her chest. The two of swords; a card associated with confusion and uncertainty. As Leander starts to play a Chinese League of Legends knock-off on his phone, Harman enters to see a milky-eyed old woman behind a small table.


Harman: Hello?


She doesn’t flinch.


Harman: Hey I know you… You’re Marla’s mom. Dang, she was a freak, I really gotta hit her up again.


No response.


Harman: So..um... Wait…


Harman leans in to inspect the woman. She remains still, breathless, silent.  In the dim light he can’t really tell but he’s sure her skin looks kind of… waxy.


Madame Two-Swords: I’ve been expecting you, Gypsy Kang.


Harman: HOLY FUCK-NUGGETS! You’re alive?


Madame Two-Swords: I already know why you are here. You who would wage war against Heaven. Before you can conquer angels you must first conquer your own daemons. 


Harman: Well, I wouldn’t “Undead” Mo and the crispy tender pieces of Thomas Minns angels, Love,  but I guess that’s kinda the long and short of it.


Madame Two-Swords slides a deck of cards onto the table.


Madame Two-Swords: Take a seat. We’ll be using the Major Arcana today. Shuffle them as much as you like, then choose six cards. These will represent your present situation, your desire, your fear, what you have going for you, what stands against you, and finally… what the future holds.


Harman: That all? I can take a reading by myself, you know. 


Madame Two-Swords: So can anyone, hun. But reading the cards and listening to them are one thing and another aren’t they?


Harman: Whatever, let’s get this over with, I have a tight regimen of philandering and reruns of Jeremy Kyle to get back to.


Harman does as she says; shuffling the deck, spreading them across the table and pulling six cards forward from the pack. He flips over the first. Despite cataracts that look like solid lumps of wax, Madame Two-Swords reads it instantly.


PRESENT: THE HANGED MAN


Madame Two-Swords: What got you here won’t get you down. For all your wit and talent and success, the Gypsy Kang has found himself in a predicament where the old bag of tricks just might not be enough. You’re caught in a trap, Harman. And hanging upside down like the little man on the card you are starting to see things from a different point of view. Just you coming to me tells me you are concerned enough that your characteristic stubbornness is starting to crack. You are starting to open your mind to ideas that are so very out of kilter with your usual values. You see it’s change… or die.


Harman: Hey now, that’s a lie. I had Maggal and the former World Champion Nico Borġ singing they own lullabies in my last match. 2 on 1. I’m at the top of my game right now. Fuck seeing things different, I could beat JC bloody with your cataracts because the hand is faster than the eye and I got two mean ones. I ain’t even changing my ABBA workout playlist.


Madame Two-Swords: Oh? And what happened after the match, Harman? Your preternatural ability to avoid the official’s unhelpful gaze may be proof the hand indeed is quicker than the eye but it can’t help you here unless you grow a new eye in the back of your head. You came to me so I presume you need my help. Drop the cute tough guy routine and ask yourself why exactly you came here. What do you really want? Turn the next card please.


He does.


DESIRE: JUSTICE


Madame Two-Swords: Strange ground for the man that VAR forgot indeed. You are the champ. You KNOW that you can pin the so-called Son of God blindfolded but for perhaps the first time in your life all that the Kang of thieves really wants is fairness and for the right result to happen on the night. No shenanigans. No interference from the likes of Muhammad or Nico Borġ.


Harman: Or Tommy Minn’s ghost.


Madame Two-Swords: Or Thomas Minn’s ghost. Just a fair, clean fight. And you tell me nothing is changing about you?


Harman: Listen, breaking the rules is my right as a Gypsy. It’s like how only black people can say the n-word, Sikhs can strap knives, and how white America commits the ritual atrocity that is only seasoning food with white substances such as salt and mayonnaise. Anyone who disagrees is racist.


Madame Two-Swords: But in all likelihood they WILL break the rules. You didn’t need me to tell you that. As far as Jesus Christ is concerned, heaven sits above the law. The numbers and the odds are clearly against you.


Harman: I’m not afraid of that.


Madame Two-Swords: What are you afraid of? Proceed.


Harman angrily flips the next card.


FEAR: THE DEVIL


Madame Two-Swords: Baphomet has the wings and fangs of a vampire bat. He sucks the lifeblood out of his prey just like how your raw hedonism diminishes you. How have you prepared for this Holy War? With philandering and wine? You stand at the eve of battle and it must be dawning on you now. You have failed to take this challenge seriously despite its gravity and the warning signs. Now you tremble upon realization that the usual trickery and guile may not be enough against an opponent who has his own dishonest means. Look at the two people at the foot of the beast, chained around the neck. That’s you. Think back to our hanged man. You are caught in a trap but one of your own making. For the chains are slack and easily removed by one with the will to do so. But you fear you are powerless. You cannot banish your daemons, and yet… You MUST!


Harman: Are you telling me to find Jesus? Because that’s sort of what I am trying to avoid right now.


Madame Two-Swords: Not quite… Or maybe in a sense. You must match your quarry’s determination. If you wish to prosper here you must cast off your self-made shackles and BE more.


Harman: But HOW? If you are going to offend the KANG by claiming he’s not good enough, then lady, you better give me something useful here.


Madame Two-Swords: Patience. That’s a start. Next card.


Harman turns the next card.


VIRTUE: THE FOOL


Madame Two-Swords: Here’s the good news. You’re an idiot.


Harman: For fuck’s sake. Are you for real?


Madame Two-Swords: I am deathly serious. You see, Harman. This is still only the beginning of the road. You are young and spritely and still possess the blessings of freedom and potential. On this blank slate we can adorn a masterpiece. You can REACH the highest heights. The Fool has one thing you must not change. You are bold. You are brave. Fool’s rush in where angels fear to tread. And if it is the whole host of heaven that stands against you then that can only be a good thing.


Harman: I didn’t come here to be told “just be confident”. Fuck… I thought I was a charlatan but it looks like the Gypsy Kang’s abdicating his crown on this one because you take the god-damn biscuit. 


Madame Two-Swords: Excuse me for being pedantic, but YOU are the god-damned one here.


Harman: Don’t I fucking know it.


Madame Two-Swords: We haven’t even gotten to the bad news yet.


Harman: Oh fuck off…


Harman reveals the sixth card.


SIN: THE CHARIOT


Madame Two-Swords: You are bold… and you are arrogant.


Harman: You know what? Fuck you. First I need to remain confident, then I am too arrogant. At least be consistent, you hag. I gave this a try but at the end of the day I know the game, sister. It’s all just a bit of fun, you know. Card games, don’t usually take em’ seriously unless there’s money on the table but this right here… you’ve crossed a line. You’ve been disrespecting THE KANG from the moment I walked in that door. This, Madame, will NOT stand.


Madame Two-Swords: You came to me for help and the very first thing you did upon entering my home is boast about sleeping with my daughter.


Harman: Hey… It was a compliment…


Madame Two-Swords responds with characteristic cold, statuesque stillness and silence.


Harman: But you are right. I’m arrogant and I deserved that.


Madame Two-Swords: Fools rush in… Anyway, this relates to the fearsome devil of your third card. Composure and focus will be your keys and the lack thereof will be your shackles. Your supreme confidence is your sharpest natural weapon, but confidence is not complacency. When your traps spring dully and wits fail to the schemes of the enemy what will you have then? Fortitude? A poor man’s shield. No, Nico Borġ if not Christ himself is a wily adversary. They will play on your fears, they will push your buttons, and they will try to provoke your blind anger. If that doesn’t work, they will exploit your habit for attention-seeking behaviour.


Harman: I prefer to call it “showmanship”.


Madame Two-Swords: Call it that. The moment you lose your head or get wrapped up in trivialities like “putting on a show”, they will make you pay for it, Gypsy Kang, and the price will be your blood or even your title.


Harman: Ok. Ok. Point taken. Inner peace. Have confidence. Keep my eye on the prize. Yadda Yadaa. How about we skip ahead to when you tell me how awesome my godly victory over overwhelming odds will be?


Silence


Harman: Please…


Madame Two-Swords: Very well, the outcome.


She turns the last card by herself.


FUTURE: THE LOVERS


Harman: Um… What?


Madame Two-Swords: What?


Harman: I don’t like this card.


Madame Two-Swords: Why? There’s a nude woman on it. I thought that was right up your street.


Harman: How do you even see these things with yo-forget it. Yeah, you know. I DO enjoy a couple of good nipples but none of JC’s crew are really my type.


Madame Two-Swords: Oh?


Harman: Yeah, I don’t swing that way. Little bald dudes and necrophilia are a bit of a turn off.


Madame Two-Swords: Well I don’t think it will come to that.


Harman: That’s GREAT! So… I guess it’s all in the bag, huh?


Madame Two-Swords: Eh…


Harman: Don’t play with me, woman.


Madame Two-Swords: I’ll level with you, Harman. If I had the medical insurance to get these damn cataracts removed I’d look into my crystal ball and tell ya play-by-play. As it is, all I can say is at the end of this you’re either going to receive the adoration of throngs of new fans, or you’re going to love thy Lord Jesus Christ with all your heart and all your mind and all of your eternal soul.


Harman: Barbara, I TOLD YOU I’m here because I DON’T want to find Jesus.


Madame Two-Swords: I know.  I know. But the cards don’t lie.


Harman: Can I pick a new card?


Madame Two-Swords: Nope. Redraws mean shit all, you know that.


Harman: Well fuck… This wasn’t all that helpful.


Harman steps out of his seat. He bangs his fist on the table in frustration before turning to leave.


Madame Two-Swords: WAIT! I’ll do one more thing for you, just promise me you don’t call Marla.


Harman: Huh?


Madame Two-Swords: If you are going to challenge the Divine and steal his thunder, you’re going to need The Sauce.


Harman: I already have The Sauce. I’m dripping in Sauce.


Madame Two-Swords: No. No. Let me rephrase that. You need to be able to channel more Sauce at once, it’s the only way you’ll win.


Harman: Ok. But how?


Madame Two-Swords: Usually it takes years of intensive training and meditation but we don’t have that kind of time so there’s another way. I’ve got a jar of special muraturi here. Family recipe. Passed down through the generations. Not your usual stuff. The trick is to let it ferment for a generation before you pass the recipe on.


Harman: That doesn’t sound healthy.


Madame Two-Swords: It’s not, eating that stuff is why I am blind. But you, you’re a young fit guy. You should be fine. Probably. I warn you, it won’t feel good at first. It’ll really churn things up in there, it’ll probably burn holes in your stomach but in doing so it makes space, space where The Sauce will be able to flow. Tomorrow morning you’ll be feeling ready to take on the entire Trinity, Muhammad & Hare Krishna wrapped into one.


Harman: Ok…


Madame Two-Swords: Just a little bite...

Only one more week.

Only one more week of waiting.

….It is one more week until the Omega Wrestling Alliance takes over the hot streets of Miami, Florida and becomes the talk of the town. One more week and the Hard Rock Stadium gets filled to the brim with bright lights, pyro, glitz and glamor. One more week before I get to leave this little self isolation of mine, these four walls which have been housing the pent up anger of a certified psychopath, and do the one thing that keeps me sane: beat the living hell out of people. Because you see….in one more week, I finally get to step into the ring with Alyssa Grace, Roni Ozborn, April Song and end this saga of ours once and for all! After months of being intertwined with all of them one way or another, the four of us can get together and end all debate for good. 

I get to end the debate is more like it. Because throughout the build to Final Destination 2 I’ve had to listen to fans and talking heads go on and on about the unpredictability of this match with the amount of bodies in it and the clashing of personalities, acting as if the subject of the match winner actually had any room for argument. As if there isn’t an obvious stand out! There are four women, yes. But one of them is not like the other. In any other fatal four way you could get away with all of that “twenty five percent chance” bullshit, but that numbers game has never applied to me.

I’m not some average woman. I’m La Llorona. The Death Dealer. The Assassin. A match with me isn’t fair. Odds don’t get split evenly when you throw me into the mix. Three women against me? I’ve walked into rooms of 10-15 targets and cleared that whole bitch out faster than it takes Roni to cake concealer onto her bird face before a show.

Next weekend is something that I’ve been waiting on ever since I put pen to paper and signed to this company. The moment that every person aspires to achieve in this sport. The day that every fighter works toward. That oh so satisfying pay out that comes with a job well done for a contract killer. Winning the Goddess’ Championship...my objective….is only fingertips away. I’ve never been made to chase for this long. I always get what I’m after as soon as it’s put on the table. But this….this has been a hell of a journey. Emphasis on hell. A lot of bumps on the road. A lot of bullshit getting thrown my way. And a lot of bum bitches taking up space and getting in my way. Not anymore though. Miami, the claim to my objective becomes un-goddamn-deniable! Fuck any predictions, fuck any fan favorites -- fuck any outcome unless it has me coming out on top. I’ve done my time. I’ve been as patient as I’ll ever be. But I won’t go a day beyond FD2. Especially if it means I have to let any of those three girls think they’ve bested me.

Roni Ozborn? Defeating me? I highly doubt Roni can win the fight going on inside of her head since losing her strap the first time, let alone win this match and make some magical comeback. The woman had her time and it got cut short shockingly fast because of her own faults. It’s like I talked about before. Anyone can get lucky and fall into the role of king of a turf. It’s defending that turf where you see if they can really cut it. Roni couldn’t cut it. She folded and now look at her. Lashing out, getting involved where she doesn’t belong, and letting her insecurities spill all over the place. The industry is passing this flavor of the month by on the road to season three and she is desperately try to catch up and hop back on that train, not knowing it’s futile. I mean, it could be possible if she got back to her A-Game, but looking at her now all I see is someone who fell off and hasn’t been able to properly get back up since. A mockery of who she once was.

And April Song! You know what’s just as bad as some bozo falls into good fortune and loses it all? The weakling who benefits after them by taking advantage. You slid your way into the position of being the top of the Goddess Championship ranks, but only because of the easy mark that was your predecessor. Now you’re in her place simply continuing the cycle, waiting to be blindsided and have your spot taken. Only this time it will be by someone who is actually prepared to control the division with an iron fist and defend it with pride and strength. You finally have started to take notice of me instead of ignoring me, April. You’ve tried to play it off, but you know you were brushing me away out of fear. But now that we’re so closed to the date….there’s no more hiding. You know what’s going to happen next! You know that your days as champion are about to be logged into the history books! The end of the line is in Miami, April! You can no longer lie to yourself! You can no longer puff out your chest and grandstand like you’re one of the best of the best. For months you’ve been acting smug, putting up this image of some calculated, respectable professional while lacing every word out your mouth with condescension and a sense of superiority. You’re a fake. A liar. A fraud. You act like you’re in it for the love of wrestling while at the same time walking around with a head bigger than the whole locker room. You’re nothing more than a vanity champion, and I want to see you fall. This four way situation has probably been eating you up on the inside and I can’t wait to watch you break down and squirm in seven nights.

Alyssa Grace. I don’t even want to talk about you anymore. I don’t even want to look that ginger cunt in the face before I stomp it in. Fuck you, Alyssa. Fuck your stupid little gear. Fuck the dumb little jokes you make in your public statements. Fuck that annoying little smile that is way too white. Fuck your refusal to humble yourself or know your place. Fuck all of the needless hype that gets put around you. Fuck the fact that you feel any vindication from me not getting my win back on you yet. Fuck. You.  I’d sooner set myself on fire before I have to live in a world where you can truly say you were the winner of our exchange. You will never be able to say that you proved me wrong. You WILL be made to be below me and you will get knocked down a peg! The Goddesses Championship match, is where it will all happen! You will have no choice but to slow your roll and take note of the kind of fighter I am, when you see me standing before you with the championship clutched oh so high while you lay there - the LOSER...JUST LIKE THE REST OF THEM!

After months of hunting for heads, my payday is coming. It has to. All that’s left is one final massacre.

“Three pendejas walking up and it’s just me.”

BOOM.

“Now it’s just two”

BOOM.

“Now it’s just one.”

BANG. BANG.

“Now it’s just me.”

Ne nourrissez pas les animaux. Just a little Ottawa style, it’s been a wonderful life living that motto. You boys sure do love living on the wild side, it’d be a shame if you got poached before your time. I hope you’ve all enjoyed these sweet times you’ve been allowed to spend with me, but my schedule is about to pick up, and I won’t be able to pencil any of you in to waste my time, until after Final Destination.

See it goes like this.

Monday, April 6th: The Dollhouse wins the Tag Team of the Year award. It’s no wonder they made this into a red-carpet event! Normally, I wouldn’t take the bait and dress up for an OWA event, because you people don’t deserve my beauty any longer, but if my sisters are involved I just might….for them. This isn’t about you people. This is our night, we bask in each other’s glory making sure to represent the class we’ve always exuded over this roster. We’ll cherish our year together, how we cleaned up the tag division, how we starched the most unruly parts of the fabric of professional wrestling, and the fact that we were always an accessory to our greatest feats in the sport! How do I know were winning? Not even the clowns in OWA management could screw this one up, even an ape could get this one right, so I have full confidence.

Tuesday, April 7th: In a Dollhouse perspective, there’s a beautiful blonde being inducted, so much respect, only to her.

Wednesday, April 8th: All those OWT recruits that Michael Bishop has been “training” by playing Jonetta Stone tapes will attempt and fail, to live up to my wrestling example. Sure they come up short, but their big sister still loves them. Like the army favours the cadets, like hunters respect scouts, I admire those that like me put in the years to learn the craft before heading to the big stage. Many OWA wrestlers ought to go down to OWT, so they can learn the ropes.

Thursday, April 9th: Everyone waits in anticipation for Final Destination, as nothing else is happening this night. God’s only plan would be setting up his last angel to get the Ascension to the Heavens Briefcase, just like another J-Dynasty member won the Heaven's Arena Cup.

Friday, April 10th & Saturday, April 11th & Sunday, April 12th: Three nights, OWA truly took my speeches about the rule of 3 to heart! The people will anticipate me, they will fear me, and eventually, they will learn to cherish me, as they come to terms with my ultimate victory.

And I do mean ultimate victory! Ever since the Clash, I have been obsessed with my victory, something to satisfy my longing, to end that disgusting feeling that you get when you were close enough to smell a meal only to have it be taken away from you! I don’t often bring it up, because it is too painful to mention on a consistent basis, and it is nothing to brag about. But I was the runner up of that CURSED Women’s Clash of the Titans match! These filthy cretins, be they those who pity or are too easily impressed, dare try to feed me like some kind of common beast, like their pet! They throw around the term runner-up like it’s some fine slab of meat they’ve given to their dog to satisfy it, like I’d feel honoured or pacified with the idea that I came in second place! Some fools will try to draw parallels with me being given the OWA Tag Team Championships and their flavoured words of me being a runner-up,  but such is a difference between being pampered versus being patronized! There’s a big difference. Men often pamper women because they feel they’re in the presence of a goddess who has deigned to be their partner, people pamper well-bred dogs and star athletes, that is completely normal and I accept being given the tag titles before I wrestled a match because this company knew what they had in my signing! But patronization? That’s patting a first grader on the head after they made it second in the spelling bee. It only enrages me. It makes my blood boil just as much as the fact I know it’ll always be a highlight moment for Diantha, when they play her buildup videos for Final Destination, in her future tribute DVDs, and god forbid if she gets into some sort of Hall of Fame….they’ll play that damned video of her eliminating me! Some say all press is good press, people are meant to be happy as long as their face is on camera or their name is mentioned, BUT I SAY TO HELL WITH THAT! ONLY SPEAK MY NAME WHEN IT COMES WITH MY DOMINANCE, MY VICTORY! I’ll teach all of OWA that, regardless of how many of their favourites I will have to hunt down and put their heads over my mantle, I will teach them. I may not have gotten my championship match at the biggest event of the year, but at this pinnacle event, I’ll secure my right to a championship match any time that I want!

Havoc, you mangy cur, I care not by what name you go by, I care not if you were possessed with the idea of evil itself, nor if you lead a cult. Whether JFK, Osama, MLK, or Gaddafi, both the righteous and the vile leaders of revolution can be gunned down by an assassin! In fact, it is the most fitting end for your kind. The difference between a huntress and an assassin is only the prey, and lately, I’ve been dealing with more and more human targets than ever before! Your cult can’t save you, darkness cannot, and neither can your home of the Omega Wrestling Alliance! High up in my ivory tower, I have the perfect spot to snipe any and every person that I choose! Confuse not my presence before you as a descent from that tower, it is only an illusion, no matter where we meet and on what terms, I am always on a level so much higher than your own. You speak of courtesy? What does rabble such as yourself know and deserve of courtesy? When my sisters left this cursed placed, I had a choice to make, will I go with them or will I do everything that I can to conquer it on my own? As I looked down the dark well that is OWA, I saw the Void, I saw chaos, I saw chosen ones, and I knew things were grim for me if I focused on niceties and courtesies, I realized that alone I could play no games, lest I wish to be game for would-be hunters trying to be what I AM! So I put on a mask to have my beauty not distract as I speak, I began working with people I never would have teamed with in the past, and I have, and will continue to do, any brutish action that is required to thin the herd that stands against me!  Because I decided I would rule this place, change OWA into my own image! I know that the reason it took much more than a day to build Rome, it was because culling and creating a servant class takes time, so I’m putting that time in. You knuckle draggers still think you’re safe, you cling to any concept that makes you feel comfortable in these dire times, but I am a well-trained killer that has had all money can buy teach her in the ways of destruction and destabilization, you would never understand.

Neither would The Derelict. You know what’s the problem with people like Havoc and especially you Derelict? You believe toiling and hard times in the gutter are more important than actual certified training. You’re the type who thinks homeless street legends that have won a few bar fights can actually beat a champion boxer in a fistfight, despite the fact that even undercard scrubs could starch your urban legends. You hear that I was breaking noses in Hockey so you get all excited like we’re friends, but get turned off when I mention I was doing it all the way into a prestigious college. It irks you that my mommy and daddy could pay to have me trained by the best in all the fields I needed, taught by marksmen how to shoot, by hunters how to navigate the wild, and the finest showed me how to skin every animal that I wanted. It probably makes you angry that I even have an official hunting licence. Why? Because after all your life in your hobo lifestyle, you’ve had to tell yourself that anything that’s legitimate is for sissies because it was the only choice you had. When your wrestling training amounts to maybe backyard wrestling and being a raving lunatic that fights random battles, an actual wrestling school sounds absolutely pathetic to you! The only person in this match that would understand me, in a legitimacy regard, is Michael Bishop, but his bum leg and honour code has fried his mind into delusional thinking. You and Havoc can ferociously bark all you want at me, you’ll be changing your tunes once you realize who the master of this damn house is! I’ve been far too merciful, the idea of muzzling you was too kind. Every good owner knows they should have their pets spayed and neutered, I will emasculate the both of you with a live castration if I have to!

Don’t feed the animals. I know what’s it’s like to be top of the ladder with men down, their bodies spread out all across the floor, begging for crumbs and to carry my bags! I will never feed you craven beasts. From my throne up high, the symbol of my ivory tower, I will simply raise my prize.

It’ll be Déjà vu.

*Side by side shown: The image of Jonetta Stone seated on top of the ladder alone at Hardcore Havoc with the OWA Tag Team Championships and a picture of the ladder beneath the Ascension to the Heavens Briefcase.*

Gia Cervantes:  I don’t know Ashley but April is hot on Roni’s trail as she slowly pulls herself up that truss as well.  Both women moving at a snail’s pace up that truss, but it’s hard to blame them Ashley. Any normal human being would be getting rushed to a hospital right now, but these two are climbing high into the air for the right to call themselves the champion.


Ashley Walker:  The last time the two of them were up here, we witnessed absolute mayhem as Roni delivered that Perfect Weapon all the way through the table...I’m afraid to find out what’s in store for them this time as April pulls herself right alongside Roni.  The two of them exchange weak punches as they try to knock each other from the top of that truss, but they're both holding on for dear life.


Gia Cervantes:  But Roni grabs the head of April and slams her face first into the top of that truss!


Ashley Walker:  April nearly falls, but she keeps one hand gripped tightly around that top rung to keep herself from falling!


Gia Cervantes:  And Roni smells blood in the water as she grabs April...oh no...oh dear God no!


Ashley Walker:  Roni Ozborn is getting April into position for Last Rites!  An Avalanche Psycho Driver all the way from the top of the truss!  Don’t do it Roni!


Gia Cervantes:  BUT SHE IS!!!! LAST RITES FROM THE TRUSS ALL THE WAY TO THE CENTER OF THE RING!!!!


Ashley Walker:  BUT APRIL’S LEG GETS HOOKED RIGHT THROUGH THE BELT ON THE WAY DOWN!!!  SHE’S DANGLING FROM THE CHAMPIONSHIP AS RONI FALLS TO THE MAT ALL BY HERSELF!!!!


Gia Cervantes:  AND APRIL SONG USES HER CORE STRENGTH TO PULL HERSELF UP!!!  SHE UNDOES THE BELT AS RONI IS HELPLESS TO STOP HER!!! SHE CAN’T DO ANYTHING BUT WATCH AS APRIL UNBUCKLES THE BELT AND FALLS TO THE MAT BELOW!!!  WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!!!!


(DING! DING! DING!)







 

The camera is zoomed in on a faucet as water slowly sprays out of the tap. The camera pans down to reveal a bloody red hand, before showing the mirror in front of it to reveal Havoc staring at his reflection. It’s not clear if the red color being washed away from his hands is from the face paint or something rather sinister. There is a crazed look in his eyes, as if his heart desires something that he desperately wants but he is not able to translate it into emotions. But with a look of determination and a bit of fixing the collar of his leather jacket, Havoc walks away from the sink looking around the room.

“One can wash away their hands from the sins they have committed-- But the guilt always remains with you for the rest of eternity. Jacob Knight accused me of hurting innocent people for my cause-- Who decided their innocence? If you see a crime being committed in front of you and you do nothing about it, are you as innocent as you claim to be? My people know what entails in this journey and they have CHOSEN to stick with me through thick and thin! They CHOSE to be a part of change while the others although may show empathy, they never act on it. While the rest just pass on without BATTING A FUCKING EYE on people like us… Are they innocent just because they were not the ones to commit those atrocities? Knowing something is wrong and not doing anything about it is a LOT WORSE than doing the wrong thing in the first place. The people who put us down-- They don’t even realize the crimes they have committed against us. Not because of their egos… No. They were brought up that way. Blame their family values. Blame the society around them that makes it OKAY to hurt the unfortunate without any consequences. Everybody tells me that I keep preaching the same thing… WELL, CLEARLY PEOPLE DON’T FUCKING LISTEN! They call me Chris… They say that the face paint doesn’t change the man. They say I am a pretender! IS THAT ALL?! You say you’re tired of my preaching, then why the fuck do you keep telling me WHO I AM. I know VERY WELL that the paint doesn’t make me who I am. The paint is for people like you to differentiate between myself and the man formerly using this vessel. But you still harp on about it! That’s WHY I keep preaching the same fucking thing because people don’t listen! Heck, they see things going south and they realize that things are not right-- YET they don’t do anything about it. And in my eyes, those people can NEVER be innocent. So, the innocent blood on my hands?.. They are as innocent as you want them to be. To me, they are no different than the oppressors that push my people down to the sewers to rot. We are the waste of society, aren’t we? The outcasts…. The crazies, as many of you have called it. Call me fucking crazy all you want, but if I want the leftovers of the society to have a chance at life and be equal to the people that put them down, then Martin Luther King Jr. was crazy. Then Gandhi was crazy. Then Mandela was crazy! Sure, our ways of GETTING to this future is a lot different-- But has the world REALLY changed? Are the people any less awful than they were before? No! Then why do we fight such awful people with words when it’s clear that those words don’t go through thick skulls. You know what does though? Fists. Bats. Guns. FEAR.” He snarls at the camera. To calm himself down, he takes out a cigarette and lights it with a match. 

“Jacob Knight has his own fights to battle. Apart from what awaits him at Final Destination, he vows to end Sanatorium for its torturous ways of dealing with inmates. And the man who runs it all, Tommy Wildfire, abusing and taking advantage of the inmates being another factor. Don’t get me wrong Jacob, I do support the cause. But being a loud mouth and just challenging the authority won’t change a damn thing. Do you think Tommy cares about what you have to say? Raising your voice and bringing a situation to light is one thing… Continuously protesting something with absolutely no action will only get you likes on Twitter. Your challenges, your words will fall to deaf ears. The management knows EXACTLY what they’re doing and even as the WWH World Champion, they try to CONTROL me and they HATE it that I do what I want to do. They tried to stop me from competing in the War of Attrition… I didn’t listen. They try to ruin my moment every fucking time with somebody trying to blindside me after every match…. They want me to lose that title. Jacob, even with the title, I am not there yet. I am getting there… I am getting the attention, I am invoking the people to ask the right questions through my words and my actions… You just blindly claiming to change something while DIRECTLY challenging the system won’t get you anywhere. Sometimes you have to work with the system to completely destroy it. So, you can call me a pretender… But what impact have you actually made? Sanatorium is still going on as it was. Tommy Wildfire is still exploiting the inmates like he always did. And you don’t even have the platform for it. I GAVE IT TO YOU. I liked what you did. I brought attention to your cause by supporting you and you turn your back on me because I don’t mindlessly challenge Tommy Wildfire for a change that is not coming. That’s stupidity! That’s how people will stop caring about your cause, even if you’re in the right. So, before you call me out for it-- LOOK IN THE MIRROR! Words do not translate to actions and yours certainly do not. IF you do manage to bring out a change? What’s next? Is ending Sanatorium the only thing you care about? Because I am thinking about the future of the WORLD here. That takes time-- If it was so easy, every fucking rebel in this world would have made a change in this society. I STILL support you, Jacob. You are fighting for the right cause but I have my own battles to fight. I have my OWN people to worry about. And as much as I wish I could make that difference in WWH with Sanatorium, I cannot betray my people and let them down. This is all I care about! This is not some wild propaganda-- I am the voice of the unfortunate! I have a duty to act upon and that’s what I will do with EVERY MINUTE I have left on this planet.” He spoke with conviction. Havoc has never lied about his intentions to help his people. Each and every day, he tries to do his part to make good for the people that trusted him with their lives. He has given them a roof to stay under, put food on the table, given them a purpose in life. And as the people around him grow, Havoc grows with them.

“Which brings me to Derelict… Everything I say is politically motivated? It’s all smoke and mirrors is it? I do appreciate you looking into my resume and accolades to know what you’re stepping up to, but it’s clear that you didn’t look into it deep enough. You say you’ve been through shit? I don’t doubt that. But WHAT THE FUCK do you know about my pain? MY suffering? You call me Chris Sabertooth-- So, let’s talk about what led him into letting me into his vessel. What led him to give up his own identity. You may be a hobo-- on the streets, using your paycheck on a day to day basis for survival. You do that out of choice, at least at this point in your career. WHAT ABOUT THE PEOPLE THAT DON’T HAVE A CHOICE?! Sabertooth lost EVERYTHING just so he can live in a better world someday. He lost his best friend because of a crime he didn’t commit. He went to prison for it and every fucking day was a struggle. He was stabbed, he was beaten up… He was BROKEN into pieces only for ME to build him back together to become complete once again. His family gave up on him. His ‘so called’ friends didn’t give a shit about where he was or what he was doing. ALL OF THAT FOR WHAT?! What has this world ever done for him that he should be grateful for who he is?! Why wouldn’t he lose his fucking mind?! Tragedy after tragedy struck and all he could do is put on a fake smile, wear a suit and tie and pretend to be a person that he wasn’t. It killed him everyday to look at people who didn’t give a shit about him when he was at his worst, to buddy him up for a chance at success and glory. MAYBE HE WAS FUCKING TIRED OF THIS WORLD AND WHAT IT STANDS FOR! You think he chose to let me in? IT WAS A NEVER A CHOICE! It was out of necessity.You’re right! I am JUST a man. BUT THAT’S EXACTLY what I want to change. I don’t want to be just another spoke of the wheel. I don’t want to revel in my mediocrity and let the people with power oppress me and others like myself. I DO NOT want to live in this world anymore! So, I will put EVERYTHING I have got to change it. Because like you and I DESERVE a chance. They deserve to be happy. They deserve to have a family. They deserve to not be afraid of being forgotten!... That’s my biggest fear. To be forgotten. To be just another man, like you Derelict. You can call me delusional all you want BUT I HAVE TO TRY! THAT’S ALL I HAVE GOT LEFT! IF I DON’T EVEN TRY THEN WHAT THE FUCK IS THE POINT OF LIFE ANYMORE?! You’re quite an eloquent man. You have your way around words-- But don’t twist my words for something it’s not. Derelict, I know you’re capable enough to break me. I know you’re capable enough to put me out of my misery, as you would say…. But even in DEATH, I will not stop. THIS MOVEMENT will not stop. Whether it be Jada or ANYBODY… My words, my ideals will live on FOREVER. And when somebody you like DOES strike me down, it only adds fuel to the fire. If words alone could motivate, imagine what my death would bring upon this society. Go on. Try me.” Challenging words from Havoc, as he smirked at the camera before taking a puff from his cigarette.

“And then there’s Jonetta Stone. She keeps talking about how the alumni of the Wrestling Grotto hold a victory over me so this puts her at a favorable position. Firstly, you chose to ignore the times I DID beat them but I digress. Secondly, you’re comparing Sabertooth and I in the same light. Sure, our physical capabilities might not have changed but you cannot imagine what a change of mindset can do to a person. There’s a reason why they say that humans can accomplish ANYTHING if they truly believe in it and there’s not a sliver of doubt in my mind that I am the Savior this world desperately needs. So, who are you to tell me otherwise? Jonetta, I keep harkening about how you knocked me out with a punch when the lights were on. Sure, you did put me down. But for how long? Even if that punch was capable enough to get you the three count, this match is NOT decided by it. And for my actions in the dark against you and Azumi, that was just a taste of what I am capable of. Chloroform or whatever you accused me of using… Who’s stopping me from doing it all over again? I can have the lights turned off during the match and have the briefcase vanish like it was never there. You say that there’s nothing to be scared about me when the lights are on-- Who decided that? And what makes you think it won’t happen again? And when it does, what will you do about it? NOTHING! Cause you’re powerless in that darkness, while I revel in it. You put too much value on that one punch of yours that you forget this was never a fair battle to begin with. Lights on or off, I had the courtesy of waiting till your match against Azumi before taking you out while you ruined my bout against Bishop. Hey, if you’re judging my morals for that-- then be my guest. I know from the weeks leading up to the show about what kind of a person that you really are, Jonetta. And what do you bring to this company as a future world champion? Are you going to monopolize it like you and your friends did with the OWA Tag Team Championship? Because there’s nothing to you, apart from being one tough cookie to crack. And everybody reaches their boiling point at some time or the other… You will too! Punch me in the mouth again, Jonetta…. You will get stabbed. You will get clattered. And you will fear me. Not out of choice--- But out of necessity.” There’s a devilish smirk on his face as he talks about Jonetta. What evil intentions does he have in mind? Nobody could ever tell.

“Speaking of the devil, Michael Bishop certainly had something to prove didn’t he? He has been on a tear, ever since his return and I commend him for it. And before people forget, Michael Bishop is a killer-- A former MMA fighter turned pro-wrestler, who derives pleasure from hurting other people. I do respect that about him, not going to lie. And over the past few weeks, I have taken a liking for him and his resolve. He does have a lot to prove and for the most part, he has been keeping up with his promise. He gave me a tough fight! And even if he convinced himself to believe that he had a chance if it weren’t for Zumi and Jonetta, I gave him props for having that attitude. Michael Bishop is making up for the lost time and this match surely is his best chance at redemption. After all, the briefcase gives him an opportunity to finally win a title that has eluded him throughout his wrestling career. A world championship… As much as I respect Michael-- This match will not be the opportunity he’s looking for. I have already mentioned that I don’t feel it’s fair for the people who have been around, despite the circumstances surrounding Michael's absence. Heck, we didn’t even know if he’d ever come back and yet he managed to prove everybody wrong. I took away his shot at revenge by eviscerating The Devil out of existence. I took that away from you and yet you tried to be buddy buddy with me heading into this match. Sure, the odds were stacked against us and all we did was to take out the trash in front of us… But that was disappointing. Not once did you try to get the better of me. Not once did you try to make an example out of me for what I had done. I had taken away something that drove you to return in the first place! So, the fire and intensity that you’ve shown is nothing but a fallacy! You’re a fraud, Michael! It’s clear that all you care about is that fucking paycheck and nothing else. I know you’ll say that you were saving the punishment for the match itself, but you’ve had your chances and it didn’t work out then! You’ll be a great background player, heck I even extend you an offer to join my collective to extend your shelf life. Because frankly put Mike… You’re bound to buckle under the pressure like you did before. If only you could channel your hatred into something better than a fucking twitter rant! This is YOUR reality, Bishop. Revenge isn’t a choice!! It’s a necessity! Which is why you've lost already. It’s over for you, Mike! OVER!” He exclaimed, with a hint of disappointment in his tone. Perhaps, he truly did take an interest in Michael Bishop but it’s clear to him that The Dreadknight is all talk and no bite. 

“And finally, I come to you Azumi Goto. The ONLY former World Champion in OWA partaking in this match. Azumi, every time you make your return after months of being down and out-- trying to convince yourself that you’re still the ACE of Odyssey, you fall flat on your face. You talked about how I was in a terrible position, having to take part in this same match as ‘I’ did *ahem* not me *ahem*  at FD last year? What about you?! Your fall from grace is even more telegraphed than you make mine out to be. Sure, Sabertooth went after the 24/7 Championship. Sure his TV title reign wasn’t up to the mark. But what did you do last year? Ah that’s right! You lost your Women’s Championship to Natalie Cage. The very same belt that you won because TyAnna Jupiter was ousted from this company. You might have beaten April for the VACANT belt but you never really WON the title did you? Normally, you win a belt by beating the former champion and that’s not something you’re familiar with. It’s not that you never got an opportunity to win it back-- You sure did! But each and every time you failed, you kept on going with a fake smile on your face, trying to prove something that you’re clearly not capable of anymore. You lost in that triple threat title match with Stephanie Matsuda-- So what did you do to avenge that loss? You lost to Cloud yet again. But somehow you sneaked your way into this match! And this was now supposed to be the comeback Azumi Goto needed-- And then you lost to Jonetta Stone. Azumi, I don’t think you get the picture. You’re so far into your delusions that you have somehow convinced yourself that you’re still the ACE. And I am no man to talk about losses. I get it! Sabertooth has had his fair share of them. But I am not that man anymore… And Azumi, you’re not the Ace either. Frankly Azumi-- You NEVER were the Ace that you claimed to be. You’re just as unproven as you say we are. You’re just as desperate as you say we are. This is your LAST opportunity to make your place in this company and you feel it slipping away. Be afraid, Zumi. Be very afraid.” He chuckled to himself before breaking into a poker face. He sticks out his tongue and stubs his cigarette on it, with a devilish smirk to boot.

“The briefcase. The World title. They’re mine…. And at Final Destination, the Harbinger of Reality-- ascends to the Heavens and drags the key to immortality back into the depths of hell. And that’s not a statement… That is your reality! Remember...YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE!” He tilted his head and maniacally laughed to end the scene as it fades to black.

(Colored texted in the lower right hand corner that reads of the following)

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(The scene opens backstage at the FS1 Studios and Club Omega)

(Cori Simmons is standing by with a microphone in her hand in front of the OWA Atlantis backdrop and off to the right a large post advertisement of OWA Final Destination 2.)

Cori Simmons: "This is Cori Simmons coming to you live from FS1 Studios where Atlantis will soon hit the airwaves live and help kick off this jam packed stellar Final Destination 2 weekend and with that said my special guest at this time is just one of the six participants that will take place in the Six Pack Challenge main event with the winner to have a future open weight championship title opportunity of their choosing. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and children of all ages, my guest at this time 'Invincible' Miho Li and her manager 'The HellFighter'."

(The camera pulls away to widen the view to capture "Invincible" Miho Li and "The HellFighter" within view standing along side Cori Simmons. Miho Li is dressed in her ring gear along with a custom made t-shirt that reads on the front in red lettering "Deadly Lil Miho equals Re-Writing the Entire OWA Narrative Bae-Bee".)  

Cori Simmons: "Miho Li, your 2020 has been quite the roller coaster year for you to start thus far when you lost your first three matches before breaking that little losing streak with your more than impressive come from behind win two weeks ago on Odyssey against The Behemoth Keisha Kong and now you get set to take on five other competitors in the main event of Atlantis when you square off against the very likes of Thomas Galloway, Silas Blackwood, Luna Moreau, Morrigan McDonell, and Blake Cassidy with an open weight championship title opportunity as the prize and a choice of whatever title of your choosing in the near future. What are your thoughts on defeating Keisha Kong and what kind of momentum does this put you into going into a massive match such as this? Where is the mind set of lil Miho Li going into this match?"

(Miho Li removes her sunglasses and hands them to her manager HellFighter before pulling off her hood as she prepares to speak.)

Miho Li: "First off Cori, thank you for taking this time to interview me right before I prepare to embark what should be the biggest match of my young career thus far and even though I am not on the big payday Final Destination 2 card to his this weekend, still the feeling that I am at coming into this big match feel Atlantis main event is the feeling of humility and grateful in this opportunity to be competing for what I feel is the greatest wrestling company in the world to help set the entire tone for Final Destination. In this time of quarantines and out of control rampant virus that has zapped our universe down to the core urging them to stay indoors and not be here live to cheer us on the grandest wrestling stage of them all it really hurts me both professionally as well as personally but as the old saying goes 'the show must go on' and regardless of whether or not I am opening up the show, on a pre-show, or should the need arise where I could be in the main event. I will not rest and my commitment to providing you the fans out there watching in Miho Country where win or lose I will steal every single match, every single show that I am in and no matter who is competing in the main event, it will be my name and my match that will be blowing up the Twitters-Spheres, the social media feeds, burning up the talk around the water coolers on Monday morning at what they witnessed the weekend prior. That is just what I do and even though you are watching at home and not in our arena. I still want to feel and hear your cheers through the television sets coming through loud and clear because this thing is only temporary and I know that the OWA universe will never die and will be back louder than ever before with a vengeance. We will not die, we are the Miho Country."

"Just like a certain losing streak that I was on was not permanent. It was only temporary, and it was snapped two weeks ago whenever I defeated the massive monster known as Keisha Kong. She not only could had extended that streak to four, but was more than capable to breaking me, but she didn't and you know why? It's because I am IN-VIN-CI-BLE. It's not a gimmick, but a mindset and that is what I took away the most from my big win two weeks ago. That is the frame of mind that I must be in going into massive high profiled main event on Atlantis. Now I could feel disrespected and slighted for not even being on the main Final Destination card but again the feeling that I have going into this match is humility and how I am very grateful for my health and great opportunity that I have to be going up against five of the hottest and rising stars that the OWA has to offer. When I came into this company at the beginning of the year. I came in with such a chip on my shoulder but more than capable of knowing what I can bring to the table just at my young age and with my manager HellFighter to coach and be here in my corner to keep me from coming in bitter. You see Cori, it is so easy to get wrapped up and consumed with wins and losses that it causes me to lose sight of the journey because it has deviated me from my intended destination, but this time next year it will be interesting to see how I look at this journey so far and look back with the foresight of how far I have come. I walked into the OWA with one thing in mind and that was to go up against the very best in the organization. Yes three of the hottest talents have bested me but by no means does that mean that they are better than me. It just makes me appreciate the wins that do in fact come by way and how the next biggest match is always right around the corner and this bring me to my five competitors for tonight live on Atlantis."

(Miho Li pauses as she takes a breath before continuing on with her promo.)

Miho Li: "Six competitors including myself, in an aptly named Six Pack Challenge and with that a championship opportunity at any future open weight championship title opportunity of our choosing as we such desire at anytime throughout the entire year and I am not just fighting against women here, but also against men as well. I have never had the opportunity to go up against any men in my budding wrestling career so this is unfamiliar territory and I am set to go up against three of the OWA's top rising star signees. I can't be hung up on what title am I am going to choose to go after should I happen to win this match because I first have to get past this huge main event caliber match right where when I set foot in the ring against the very likes of Thomas Galloway, Silas Blackwood, Blake Cassidy, Luna Moreau, and Morrigan McDonnel, and then in the thick of that is lil ol Miho Li. Me, a girl whom has never had any title accolade to her budding career and even though I hate these type of matches, still I am more than up to the challenge of defying the odds and prevailing in order to have this title opportunity, well lets just say that I am not backing down or shying away from what is right in front of me. I will stay within the rules and do so with honor but I will display the drive and the determination necessary to help facilitate my victory going forward and with that the very ability to reshape the entire narrative of the OWA going forward. Just when you all thought everything in this business was set in stone, I come in and change the course of the ship with just one gust of wind to moving the rudder ever-so-slightly. That is Miho Li does, and then I can walk into Final Destination 2, to enjoy it as a fan but also me surveying whom it is that I wish to cash in on my title opportunity on going forward, but what happens all starts this weekend on Atlantis and in this main event."

"So to each of my five other opponents going into this match, to Thomas Galloway, to Silas Blackwood, to Blake Cassidy, to Luna Moreau, to Morrigan McDonnel, Don't get hung up on not being able to get that big Final Destination payday because our time is coming. Be like me and be focused stealing the show and sending shockwaves that will shake the very OWA to it's very foundation. One match on Atlantis can very well change the very way the entire world sees any of us going forward. They may not know any of our names right now but when it is all said and done and whenever the dust has settled, oh they will, they will indeed. That is what we have the potential of doing with this match. This is our golden ticket and it's putting our fate squarely in our hands. Now as for me, I plan on winning this match with honor and within the rules and I don't need someone like my manager, to cheat on my behalf, but at the same time you can make no mistake about it that my guardian angel, a seven foot, three hundred pound legend will have my back and if you think that any of you, man or woman will try that 'win at all cost' mentality and go New England Patriots on me. Well take a real good look at this massive of a man and recognize that this is my equalizer. This is my wild card. He will not let me cheat but he won't stand by and let any of you cheat either so if you attempt to steal a victory from me just so that he is right there and will keep this match right down the middle. And with that said, that's all I got to say and you can quote me on that...all of it. See you all in the ring and good luck, may the good lady smile on all of you."

(Miho Li turns back towards Cori Simmons with the microphone.)

Miho Li: "Thank you very much for taking the time to interview me Cori, I am grateful and thankful for you."

Cori Simmons: "Thank you very much Miho and good luck in your match tonight on Atlantis. This is Cori Simmons, backstage reporter, bringing to you this exclusive interview, and we will see you OWA Universe at the fights here on this jammed packed Final Destination 2 weekend." 


(The scene slowly fades out.)

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Final Destination II: Promo 3- The Illusion of Choice.


(The camera opens on Derelict walking on the sidewalk past a long string of apartment complexes.  His eyes study each as he whistles 'Big Rock Candy Mountain' to himself.  His eyes cut to a 'Vacancy' sign, and then toward the camera.  His mouth seems to almost curl up into a half smile beneath his beard before he turns and begins walking down the steep off-ramp into the parking lot.)

"Illusion of choice is a powerful opiate.  It's a drug that makes people choose Pepsi over Coke, bottled water over the tap, or rarefied air over the windy streets.  Jacob Knight believes in the illusion of voting.  He thinks his decision counts as much as the next guy, but that's simply not true.  He's a number in a district, and that district decides who truly wins out, not him.  He also chooses to believe he had me beat at Olympus if it weren't for those meddling kids and their pesky pup named Scooby-Doo.  You have the choice to believe their interference changes anything whether or not it takes that loss away or if it changes the course of the match entirely.  In truth your opinion, just like your vote, still doesn't matter at the end of the day.  You seem to have some chip on your shoulder over being the new kid in town, but let me go ahead and knock that off as an illusion as well.  I know who you are, I've seen what you're capable of, and having fresh ink at the bottom of a contract doesn't change the fact that I can beat you.  Can.  Have. Will. "

(Derelict's eyes cut around the premises, scanning each car and building with a set expression and determined gaze.) 

"Jonetta Stone believe she worked hard to get where she is, but that couldn't be further from the truth.  She thinks she's tough because she surrounds herself with prep school cream puffs and knocked over a few tomato cans in hockey.  She believes that money makes her better, when in truth it's made her weak.  I've given her the option to have me as an ally in this battle over who could care less, and yet she spits in my face at every turn over some perceived social caste system that I presumably can't overcome.  Lady, champions don't work for peanuts and I'm not long out from holding gold in OWA.  If I wanted to try, I'd take the golden opportunity hanging from the heavens and replace it with your angelic little form.  What scares you is that you know I could, and that there isn't a single red cent in your purse that could stop me from doing it.  I've invested my hard earnings into making it so I'm immune to OWA's rules and regulations.  Every fine has been paid, every bail has been posted, every blood sucking lawyer has had their pockets lined with money I'd rather burn in an oil drum, and now I stand before you a man made of Teflon.  Even if I didn't have that luxury, I'd still be doing what I'm doing.  I did what I wanted before the Openweight Championship, and I'll do what I want long after.  Get your Napoleon Complex in check, love.  To some there's nothing quite as fetching as a bruised ego on a beautiful angel, but to me it means you simply can't take a real hit."

(His gaze finally lands on the front office.  Puffing up his chest, and letting out a belabored sigh, he makes his way toward the open glass door.)

"Speaking of covering bruises with makeup, Chris Sabertooth thinks dolling himself up will make him some ungodly killing machine.  He thinks hiding his scars under acrylics and masking his defeated expression with oils will somehow make him a god,something or someone worthy of worship.  I've seen this all before, and the spoiler alert is that it doesn't end well for you.  Think you're untouchable? go ahead and try and climb that ladder while I'm around.  We'll see how well those wax wings of yours hold together when you're falling 30 feet to the outside.  Hubris is the only thing possessing you, boy.  Careful, Icarus."

(Once inside, Derelict approaches the front desk where a receptionist sits yakking on the phone.  She gestures toward her appointment book.  Derelict  makes a phone gesture with his hand and then puppets a blabbing mouth with the other.  Looking somewhat agitated, the receptionist points toward a line of seats against the adjacent wall.  Derelict shrugs and plops down in the waiting room.)

"Speaking of angels flying too close to the ground, Azumi Goto believes this isn't it for her and that she gets to choose when she finally hangs up those precious little booties.  Azumi I've tried showing you respect as we've headed into this match, but all I get back from you is sass and dismissal.  Maybe you think that's what you need just to get to the next town, but that gumption of yours is writing you checks you just can't cash, and I don't mind bouncing your ass just to get your attention.  You've been around long enough to know that nobody walks away from pro wrestling on their own terms.  They're either carried out by an ambulance or a hearse, either way they don't leave on their own two feet or under their own volition.  The other person in that ring chooses how and when you go home.  I'm your swan song, and you should be happy about that because I want to make it...how do the kids put it?...a banger? You may think my hands aren't clean enough to give you your warrior's death, but trust me when I say I've bathed them in the blood of stronger, more virile, fighters than yourself.  I'm not asking you to give me the liberty of putting you away for good, I'm simply taking it.  You're broken, Azumi.  You were broken before I got to you.  I'm merely taking you out with the rest of yesterday's trash."

(The Derelict thumbs through some magazines, before landing his hand on a newspaper.  He picks it up and opens it, revealing the headline on the front page to the camera "Apartment Payments Delayed: Eviction Not An Option During Quarantine Due To Dwindling Job Market".  The Derelict, as if sensing the camera zoom in on the headline, lowers the paper and smirks.)

"Speaking of trash, Mike Bishop still thinks he's in the prime of his life.  That knee? Oh there's nothing wrong with it.  His ego? Oh it's still intact.  His career? Oh he's got years to go.  Let the bravado fool you.  Let him make you believe that he believes.  Buy into Micky's B.S. like you're trapped in an Orlando theme park surrounded by rent-a-furries.  Of everyone in this match who seems diluted by the powerful elixir of choice, you might be the most delusional of them all my friend.  Let's be honest, you're not in a field of lame ducks.  The field is full of nuts and rife for the picking. In a field of six where one guy's literally painting himself up like a demonic entity, I still believe you're the most full of it.  Your words are met by deaf ears who've already made up their mind about you.  At best, you're a has-been waiting to be put on the shelf next to all of the meaningless trophies and accolades he's earned, none of which will help him with his limp or pay for his doctor bills.  You're a congregation of one trying to squeeze blood from a stone, not realizing that it's your own blood that's trickling down your sleeve.  It's sad that I can't even say that I'm annoyed by you.  Jacob Knight's hacktivism at least gets under my skin a little because he thinks he knows what it's like to be me just because he acknowledges the world isn't perfect.  You though? I almost feel bad about what I'm going to do to you.  Your euthanization is a fruitless endeavor, but I know it's going to happen.  There's no acclaim or heat from it like taking out a built up legend like Azumi, and there's no malice toward me for ending a young and dynamic career full of potential.  You're expunging from the OWA roster will be as thoughtless as a mafia hit.  Someone wrote your name down, now I'm crossing it out.  It's that simple that if I were a man with a conscience, I still somehow doubt it'd bug me.  It's almost more like I'm doing everyone a favor, culling the herd, and that doesn't please me Michael.  There's no example to be made of you, which means in the grand scheme of things your existence is just as fruitless as your death.  I almost feel like I'm doing you a favor by adding you to a laundry list of names that have fallen to me.  While I could see through some to the insecurity deep within their cores, I at least knew that they were diluted enough to believe they were the best wrestlers in the world and that technique could overtake my brute force.  They were inevitably proven wrong, but up until that last minute when they could do nothing else about it, they believed in their own B.S.  I don't think you do, Mick.  If I'm right, then you have no place in a match like this.  Maybe you should let a towel take your place in that ring.  At least it'd take up less space and accomplish something."

(Still on the phone, the receptionist signals for The Derelict to head back into the office.  He opens his bindle and pulls out what appear to be rat's nest of pay stubs and makes his way into the office with two fists full of wadded paper.  He nods politely to the receptionist on the  phone, who pays him no mind.  He shrugs and heads into the office.)

"You may be wondering to yourself; Derelict, are you immune to the potent and pungent herb that is the illusion of choice? Well, no.  I'm a human being after all, and I am going into this match with a mindset that's quite self-destructive and unmotivated.  But in truth? I do need this win.  I need that briefcase.  I need that shot at holding the world in my hands.  I'm not immune from it's siren's song blasting from the heavens.  I see that beacon of hope hanging above our heads just as clearly as the next competitor.  I'll say I don't want that briefcase, but you all know it'll be mine when it's all said and done.  Do I live and die by this victory? No, and like I said before, without it I'll still do what makes me happy without any repercussions.  Does that briefcase add an extra coat of non-stick to my vinyl exterior? Well yeah.  Even a man in a raincoat would be happier with an umbrella. Am I willing to sacrifice my life and well being for that briefcase? No, but I know they are, and I know that I'm more than willing to afford them that hollow honor.  The game is always survival of the fittest, the smartest, and the biggest.  No checkbook can overcome that carnal truth.  No rally cry can mute it, and no false deity can usurp it.  The road to heaven is paved with good intentions, but the path to the peak of Olympus is far more narrow than what wobbly legs carrying constitutions can traverse without true strength and merit.  I know what I believe in is the truth.  Can anyone in this match say the same? I think not."

(The Derelict re-emerges from the office with his wadded up pay stubs clenched in one fist, and a key peaking out from between his fingers his other hand.  He smiles at the still telephone affixed receptionist and dangles his key daintily between his thumb and index finger.  She gives a half smile and then turns back to her work.)

"These times of turmoil and declension are the great equalizer.  Every man lives.  Every man eats.  Every man breathes. Every man drinks.  The quality of these necessities need not apply, so long as you can adapt to them.  Inevitably every man dies, even if it's with Evian in his urine and caviar in his stool.  That doesn't make them better than the man who drinks from the mud and eats from the dirt.  That's true when there isn't chaos in the world, but it's all the more highlighted when we're stripped down to our bare necessities and released back into the wild."

(The Derelict struts into a nearby apartment building and heads for the elevator.  A man nearly his size and decked out to the nines holding a clip board in one hand, and pressing an earpiece in with another, stops him just as the elevator door begin to part.  Derelict wags a reprimanding finger and then dangles his key in the face of the goon.  The goon starts to say something, when something audibly pipes up in his earpiece.  Derelict leans in mockingly to listen, before the goon pushes him away.  After a moment of being chewed out over his earpiece,  the goon stares in astonishment at the Derelict.  He violently jams his foot between the closing elevator doors and then ushers the Derelict in with a grimace of both pain and existential defeat.  Mockingly, the Derelict boops him on the nose just as the doors slide shut between them.)

"It's then and only then that the true advantages afforded us by genetics and learned behavior become apparent, and that's when the apex predator takes his spot at the top of the heap."

(The camera pans up up the building, only to catch sight of the Derelict hanging over the edge.  He waves coyly and then drops his key.  The camera watches as it plummets from great heights, before impaling itself upright between cracks in the sidewalk.  The camera zooms in to see the plush leather royal blue tag that reads 'Penthouse suite'.  It then pans back up the building, but the Derelict is long gone.)

(Nobi and Teddy Mac are in Maryland as they are catching crabs.)

Teddy Mac: Man, so many crabs in here!

Nobi: I know right? Scott Oasis told me about this and I bought a home in Maryland because of crabs. They are everywhere. My wife loves crabs too.

Teddy Mac: Probably the only wife in history who wouldn’t mind their husband bringing that home….

Nobi: Hmm?

Teddy Mac: Bad joke, but HEY! Apparently Scott Oasis is a nice guy. Maybe we should invite him to join us sometime!

Nobi: Maybe we can try. Though I gotta say, I’m a bit sore about him being the bearer of bad news the other week. So we're going to defend our titles in Final Destinations against The Void, Devon Slayton and Udy, and GriME aren't we?

Teddy Mac: That's right!

Nobi: Well, let me start with The Void first. Apparently they are going to have Nyx and Selene in this match. These girls are tough. They have been friends longer than us and they are always great in the ring. I have to give them credits where it's due. They're all about darkness, being mysterious and all that kind of stuff from what I've seen. Let's start with Nyx first. She's a monster. I mean, sorry I don't mean to insult you Nyx, but I'm giving you a compliment from what you can do in the ring. You're a power-house. But better yet, you're quick. You're both strong and fast. That's a deadly combination. Your presence alone is a threat but man, we have to stop you at any cost. We know how good you are but we know it that we can stop you too by slowing you down. Recently I lifted up 3 people alone in Wrestleworld. I have all the strength too. And Teddy, what do you have? Tell her.

Teddy Mac: We all know my story, but I have turned the impossible to possible. I mean, I'm not a natural athlete, but I'm a former OWT World Champion and the current one half of The OWA Openweight World Tag Team Champions!

Nobi: Yes that's right and we don't forget you, Selene. You know Selene, I might be spending too much time in Hollywood, but I do know and heard things about you. I can't judge you, but you used to be like me and Teddy…

Teddy Mac: Um, what are you talking about, Nobi?

Nobi: That she used to be so happy?

Teddy Mac: Ah that's right! C'mon Selene, be happy again!

Nobi: I agree. I mean I don't know what Eris did to you but you are so different now. You are….so ruthless right now. You were, are, and will always be a great wrestler. Now please picked the key word "were". Despite you WERE a Happy and cheerful person, you always killed it in the ring. You were a joy and people loved you. Well it seems you don't care enough whether people like you or not but in the end you still are a great wrestler. As I said, you always kill it in the ring, that's why you don't need to cheat in the ring. I'm pretty sure, you can go back to your former self. Probably not at the moment but eventually yes. I'm sure of it.

Teddy Mac: You sounds like Captain America, Nobi! Or maybe it's Captain Indonesia?

Nobi: Whichever you like, Teddy.

Teddy Mac: Ok then. What about Captain Amerindonesia? A short for America and Indonesia since you have a dual citizenship now.

Nobi:....that worked too. Anyway, let's address another team shall we? 

Teddy Mac: Sure!

Nobi: Devon Slayton and The Udy. Well, I'll talk about Devon first. You know, I remember Maverick Inc. You and Ethan Stryfe. I'm glad you found a new partner in Udy now by the way. It means you know what to do in this match. You're so experienced in the tag team scene. You have battled people like The Dollhouse, Ground Zero, Kevin Maverick and Jack Keeton but not only that. I remember your match against Tarah Nova. You lost to her. Well I mean I lost to her too at some point because Tarah is always great but you know what? So are you Devon. I like your work in the ring and I know you have a potential to win a World Championship whether you have Udy as your….therapist or not. But sorry to say Devon, nothing personal but I'm looking forward to retain the Tag Team Championship with Teddy. We're intended to have a long reign.

Teddy Mac: A long reign with as few bumps and bruises as possible. I know that you and Udy especially aren’t too well versed in having your careers going smooth sailing, but it’s something Nobi and I foresee taking place without a doubt. You want to know why? Because, well, I hate to toot our horns, but we have the experience and the confidence in ourselves to get away with that. Nobi and I are two men forged by iron wills, determined to move forward no matter how hard it gets. Us and these crabs are alike in a lot of ways. The hard shell surrounding us that makes us tough to crack. The durability that allows us to weather any storm. The assertiveness and display of strength as we proudly defend what’s ours….

(Teddy Mac looks down at the creatures as they crawl about the sand. They don’t seem to mind Teddy at all until he reaches out for them.)

Teddy Mac: How we’re a peaceful group, calm despite our perceived nature -- though don’t get it twisted, we’re not afraid to snap at anybody who tries to steal us away from the path we decided for ourselves. Slayton and Udy fit those descriptions to a degree. Determined, feisty, proud. But they’re very, very, thin skinned. They don’t know what it’s like to weather bad conditions. Rather then pushing forward, they instead drag their feet, shut down and avoid confronting any hardship. Slayton hides behind excuses of poor management, throwing childish fits and shouting a bunch of misguided complaints that void him of any blame, meanwhile Udy hides behind a bunch of “split personalities” and gimmicks. Both are great wrestlers, both WANT to be stars and keep showing up to work which I commend, but they still aren’t willing to pull themselves up and control their own fates. 

Nobi: Woah!

Teddy Mac: I’m trying to give them some advice here, don’t think I’m going to get too mean! Udy can be a world champion, I mean that. Him and Slayton could both be world champions. Tag Champions? Not even a question. But right now they’re their own worst enemy. They are far from hardened veterans just yet. They’re still a bit too soft; still succumbing to their own vulnerabilities. I was in their shoes before. I too wasn’t able to get any momentum going. I too kept falling on my face time and time again. I too lacked the toughness to man up and break past the barriers I set for MYSELF. But you know what happened? I woke up. I threw away the excuses. I reminded myself of the importance of seeing my goals come to fruition. And I embraced who I was and saw what I needed to improve on instead of tiptoeing around it. Slayton and Udy are a team right now because they see it as an easy way out of the hole they’ve mentally put themselves in rather than a legitimate passion project. It’s too weak people hoping to become a strong unit rather than two strong individuals coming together to make something stronger. Udy put on some glasses, started calling himself a therapist, got himself a “client” and now is running off this placebo effect that that will bring him success. As if a new coat of paint is all you need to deal with a busted engine! You guys can grow together, but right now you look like you plan on stagnating as a duo and hoping somehow you’ll float to the top. Be like the crab. Learn to toughen up. Learn to do what it takes to survive. Learn to embrace your strengths and don’t put your weaknesses on display. Weather the conditions without folding.

Nobi: Hmm. I actually like that analogy a lot. You come up with it off the top?

Teddy Mac: Went over it with my wife last night before we went to shoot this!

Nobi: Ah! And as for the last team?

Teddy Mac: GRiME!? Oh, as a parent I had a message I certainly want to get out to them! Listen, in my college days I too liked to light up a doobie here and there and watch all my troubles burn away. Get an eighth from the homie Reyhan…..smoke a whole bowl…..hit up the 7/11 for some munchies….those little mini tacos with the buffalo chicken...Doritos 3D were back on the shelves too -- BUT I’M A GROWN, RESPONSIBLE MAN NOW! And I can speak to you with authority as a sports champion when I tell you that you won’t get anywhere with your head in the clouds! You’re some talented boys, look the part of being superstars - could probably use some haircuts -- but you need to clean yourselves up first! You have to keep in mind that they call it “dope” for a reason! It’ll be hard for you to win the tag titles at FD when you probably won’t even realize what match you’re in! You’re on the big stage now! You’ve got a platform! Set an example for the kids and set a standard for yourselves! The standard of a champion! Stay off the drugs, get onto the word of Jesus Christ, and get in the mindset of a champion! Get in the mindset…..of the crab! Avoid distractions. Stay on your purpose. Be strong!

Nobi: HEYYYYYYYYY!!!

Teddy Mac: Hell of a closer, right!?

Nobi: Good stuff!

Teddy Mac: We’re getting better at these team statements, I’ll tell you that!

(On that note our scene fades out with a laugh.)

“Let me start off by saying that I didn’t want to defend my championship at Final Destination because I’m scared of losing it, or that I’m intimidated by any of my challengers. That’s a bunch of bullshit. A pathetic attempt by my enemies to try and create a narrative that I’m some kind of coward, and that I doubt my own abilities to successfully defend the Omega Heavyweight Championship. I’ve already shaken the monkey off my back that’s known as Gareth Cason. I proved that I can beat Gareth, and in convincing fashion too. Why would I be afraid of wrestling him again? Is it because I’m scared that it was just a fluke? That’s quite the fucking stretch. Besides, if he tried to invoke his rematch clause, wouldn’t that create a bit of a problem? Nas didn’t get to compete in our match, so shouldn’t he get another opportunity to compete for the title? There’s just too many variables that would complicate any plans for a rematch. As a result, I didn’t want to defend the belt against him. Although… I may reconsider, if he’s able to successfully defeat Layne Kurobane. Speaking of Layne, I don’t owe him a fucking match either. He had a chance to win Clash of the Titans and an opportunity to get some revenge on me, but he completely blew it. So, as far as I’m concerned, he isn’t a worthy challenger for my championship. Harman? That goddamn fuckwit who thinks that he’s a worthy challenger for my belt? Just because of the fact that Gareth Cason practically gave him a pinfall victory over me? In a fucking tag-team match, no less? Please. I’m not wasting my time or effort on a gypsified, store-brand Roosh V who dresses like he’s a missing member of Mott the Hoople. Sorry, but I’ve got too much self-respect to deal with that fucking moron. Besides, he’s already got a championship to worry about. So, I think he should worry about himself. The Derelict? You mean that guy that I beat a few months ago, back when everyone thought that he was an unstoppable monster? Yeah, I don’t know about anyone else on this roster, but I’m not scared of defending my championship against The World’s Tallest Hobo. Although, he might be scared of challenging me for it, since if he really wanted to challenge me for the Omega Heavyweight Championship, then he would’ve already tried to stake his claim. He hasn’t, so that’s another match that just can’t happen. Besides, he lost the OWA Openweight Championship to Kevin Maverick of all fucking people. If that sounds like a legitimate contender for the world championship to you, then you’re probably someone whose opinion shouldn’t be taken too seriously in the first place.”


“The fact of the matter is that even if I did want to fight some of the people that I’ve named, most of them can’t because they’re all occupied with their own business. So, anyone who thinks that I’m scared of defending the championship is a fucking idiot who doesn’t know what they’re talking about. Unfortunately for me, one of those uninformed dumbasses, also happens to be the only man who’s actually able to challenge me for the Omega Heavyweight Championship. So, of course, it really shouldn’t come off as too much of a surprise to anybody that a total fucking idiot like Jeff happens to be extremely popular among the pack of morons that are collectively known as OWA’s fan base. Probably because they think that he's such a “cool motherfucker” for reasons that I can’t possibly fathom. Is it because he’s got a gun? Is it because he drinks and smokes all the fucking time? Is it because he loves Harley-Davidson and listens to country music? Or maybe… it's because he’s so “relatable” to them. He’s such a free-spirited man. Somebody who plays by their own rules and isn’t concerned with getting rich and living in a fancy house, he just wants to… make a name for himself, like so many other people want to do. They want to be known. They want to be recognized. So, by seeing someone like Jeff succeed and climb towards the peak of his profession, they can try to live vicariously through him. After all, if one of their “boys” happens to win the Omega Heavyweight Championship… then it’s a win for all of them, right? Not to mention the fact that they’ll get to see that championship on somebody they actually like, instead of someone who’s sick and tired of trying to please them. Someone who just doesn’t have the patience to deal with their constant fickleness or their false sense of infallibility anymore."


“That’s why you chose me, isn’t it? So that you could be the one to finally take me out and become someone that all of those fucking sheep can rally behind. So that you could give them a reason to chant your name and scream their goddamn heads off. You’re not doing this to “restore” the Omega Heavyweight Championship’s prestige or “lend it” some credibility or any of that other bullshit, you’re challenging me because you knew that’s exactly what the fans wanted. They want to see me get my ass kicked. They want me to lose the Omega Heavyweight Championship. You’re not just doing this because you don’t like me, you want to try winning some fucking brownie points with the fans. You’re so desperate for a taste of the success… the glory… and all of the adulation… that your childhood heroes got to experience. That’s exactly what this is all about, isn’t it? You just want to achieve something for once in your pathetic life and earn the admiration of others, instead of just sitting on your ass at home and slowly killing yourself with copious amounts of cigarettes and booze. You see, if it weren’t for a random act of kindness, nobody would even know your fucking name. You’d just be working at your little construction company, living a quiet and completely unremarkable life. So don’t try to lie and say that you’re only doing this because you “love” to do it, or that you’re not doing this for any of the money and the fame. If that’s actually the case, then you’re the biggest fucking idiot in this entire company, plain and simple.”


“That’s what really pisses me off about you.”


“The fact that you’re such a fucking hypocrite and don’t even have an inkling of self-awareness about it. Why do you think that you’re in any kind of position to sit there and judge me? I’ve never claimed to be a good person, and I’ve never tried to create a false illusion to mislead people into thinking differently. If anything, I tried to mislead myself. I honestly tried to think that I could change for the better, and that I could reject the worst aspects of my own personality… but I couldn’t. My flaws run too deeply and have ran unchecked for too long. I’ve learned to accept that. However, I can’t accept the fact that you’re so fucking arrogant and ignorant of your own flaws, that you honestly think that you can go ahead and constantly run your mouth off about me being a “corporate puppet” or some shit. I’m sorry, but aren’t you an ex-fucking-convict? Am I actually supposed to be offended by that pathetic excuse of a criticism? Quite frankly, I’m a lot more offended by the fact that you honestly believe that you’re some kind of an anti-establishment hero, who’d never “stoop to any of the lows” that I have. Seriously, can you give me a goddamn break from all of the obnoxious moral and macho posturing that you’re always doing? It’s starting to get really fucking old. I don’t need to be reminded for the one-hundredth time that you’re a likable guy or an ultra-masculine, ultra-cool, free-spirited, rebellious badass who doesn’t follow the rules. By now, I’m certain that everybody’s gotten the message.”


“Despite the fact that you’re usually following the rules and most of your attempts to come off as masculine or cool are… well, absolutely fucking ridiculous. Legit, you’re like a song by Florida-Georgia Line that’s been given a human body and a consciousness. Yeah, I know, it’s a cheap joke, but it isn’t any worse than Jeff constantly feeling the need to point out the fact that I’m fat like it’s such a clever observation. It doesn’t serve any purpose other than to serve as a weak-ass insult. Like, I don’t know, am I supposed to feel bad for being fat? It’s not like you’re going to feel bad about the fact that you’re being compared to Florida-Georgia Line, even though they’re absolutely fucking awful, but… I digress.”


“I can’t help but find it humorous that you’re so amused by my “pointless infatuation” with Gareth Cason, while simultaneously demonstrating an interest in using both of the world championships as nothing more than a method of finally settling your lengthy dick-measuring contest with Kenny Drake. Yeah, you’re a total fucking beacon of credibility, aren’t you? You’ll be the one to single-handedly “save” this championship and repair all of the so-called “damage” that I, Gareth, and Nas have done to the Omega Heavyweight Championship. Am I right? Fuck me, how is it possible that a human being can sound like such a complete and utter douchebag?! Why do people think that you’re actually likable, again? I feel like I must’ve missed the memo, because you’re sounding like an absolute fucking twat currently. All of your talk about the fact that I’m such an “underachiever” and that I don’t deserve to have the spotlight on me. Who the fuck are you to determine my own worthiness as a world champion? Seriously, who the fuck are you? Talking about how I’m so undeserving, or that Olympus is so undeserving of the Omega Heavyweight Championship. Oh, but the fact that you’re the longest-reigning Spartan’s Champion? Apparently, that’s your qualification for determining who isn’t and who is deserving of pretty much anything, isn’t it?. I really hate to break this to you, but your opinion doesn’t mean a goddamn thing. Maybe, if you weren’t constantly talking out of your ass, and constantly spewing an endless stream of bullshit for your fat fucking mouth… I’d express an actual interest in what you’ve had to say. Instead of completely disregarding it as nothing more than nonsensical rambling. At this point, I genuinely can’t tell if you’re just trying to troll and provoke a reaction from me, or if you’re legitimately as ignorant as you currently sound. For you to keep saying that I’m an underachiever, despite the knowledge that I’m the most accomplished wrestler in all of OWA, with the sole exception of Tarah Nova? That is an absolutely incredible leap of logic.”


“You sit there and talk about how The Derelict, Layne, and Harman are suffering on Olympus because they’re “forced” to sit on the sidelines and fight over the undercard championships, like it’s a miscarriage of justice or some shit. Oh, boo-fucking-hoo! Let me play a sad song for them on the world’s smallest violin.”





“Trust me, I feel absolutely terrible about it. Oh, how I wish that I could help those poor men! Unfortunately for them, I’m not a fucking charity. So I don’t just give out opportunities to people simply because I “feel bad” for them. If they really want to fight for my championship so badly, they can get their asses in line and wait for their motherfucking turn. What’s so difficult to understand about that? It’s supposed to be a simple concept, but Layne and Gareth keep annoying the shit out of me by constantly trying to make demands, constantly trying to persuade me into giving either one of them an opportunity for the Omega Heavyweight Championship. Even though they’ve both done little-to-nothing to actually earn those opportunities. Perhaps, when they’re both finished with their match at Final Destination, I’ll consider the winner to be my next challenger. Until then, I don’t give a shit about any of their fucking demands. They can get in line with everybody else that you named.”


“Speaking of which, why the fuck do you even care about their problems in the first place? What does Layne, Derelict, Harman, or Gareth have to do with our match? Is this another attempt of yours to try and signal some non-existent virtues? To show everyone that you’re such an honorable guy? Sitting on your chair and bitching about the fact that certain people aren’t receiving any of the “opportunities” that they deserve? I hate to break the news to you, but there are plenty of people on Kingdom and Odyssey who haven’t been given a lot of the opportunities that they truly deserve, Jeff. This isn’t something that’s only been affecting Olympus. It’s not a new development. It’s just one of the many harsh realities of being a professional wrestler. Stop pretending like you actually give a fucking shit about anyone’s problems that aren’t your own, or that you’re some kind of a hero for mentioning the inherent difficulties of trying to succeed as a professional wrestler. Some people just aren’t good enough, or lucky enough to reach the peak of this industry. I reached the peak by working my ass off and constantly striving to improve, not because of the people that I know, or because I was in the right place at the right time. You can hate my fucking guts as much as you’d like, but when I said that nobody deserved to challenge me for the Omega Heavyweight Championship at Final Destination? I meant all of it, because that’s the unvarnished truth, nobody on this brand… is better than me. Nobody.”


“You sit there and blabber about how I’m nothing but an underachieving dipshit, and that I can’t handle the pressure, and that I can’t handle the workload, and on… and on… and on…”


“Just an absolutely endless barrage of criticisms and assumptions that don’t hold very much water. You keep mentioning your past success as the OWA Spartan’s Champion, and trying to call me out because I’ve only had one successful defense in two different reigns as Omega Heavyweight Champion, which doesn’t sound very good. Especially when you realize that it was against a total wash-up like Nas. However, that’s ignoring one simple fact… that’s only a single defense less than the two defenses that you had as the Spartan’s Champion. A championship reign that, if you recall, lasted a total of eight fucking months. You have the audacity to run your mouth about how I’m such a coward and that I’ve got more chins than title defenses, while totally ignoring the fact that you held a championship for eight fucking months and only defended it twice? I’m only 4 months into my total combined reign as Omega Heavyweight Champion, and I’m already about to match the amount of successful defenses that you had in double that time. I don’t give a flying fuck about the “quality” of your opponents, or any bullshit about “outside circumstances” that affected your reign, or “how long” you were able to hold that championship, that... is absolutely fucking ridiculous. You sit there and continually mention how you’ve poured more blood, sweat, and tears into this company than anybody else. How you’ve managed to fulfill a role as the silent backbone of this entire company, and that you’ve worked “so much harder” than everyone else. It’s all total fucking bullshit! You see, I’ve finally figured it out, Jeff. You’re the one who’s the fraud, not me. You’re the entitled little fucker who thinks that he’s so much more deserving of success than anybody else in this company. Yeah, you’re such a hard-working man compared to me, Jeff. You’re such a stupid motherfucker, that you don’t even realize how easy it’s actually been for you.”


“I’ve had to constantly deal with people like you since the day that I’ve arrived in this company, the people who’ve always questioned my passion and my drive to succeed, and the people who didn’t think that I was a worthy-enough contender for the Omega Heavyweight Championship. The people who think that I’m too fat, and that I don’t have the “proper look” of a world champion. The people who think that I’m unwilling to put in the work to achieve my fullest potential. You, and the rest of those motherfuckers can go kiss my 266-pound ass. I don’t give a fuck about your expectations of me, Jeff. I’m not interested in trying to become a leader for this brand or this company. I’m only interested in one thing… and that’s being the absolute fucking best… at what I do. The only way that I’m going to successfully prove that… is by walking out of Final Destination as the Omega Heavyweight Champion.”


“How do you even plan on beating me for the championship, Jeff? By using your so-called Appalachian Strong Style? Give me a fucking break. Do you honestly think that you’re going to successfully out-wrestle a former NCAA Champion, Jeff? Do you honestly think that I can’t keep up with you, Jeff? Even though I’m more agile than you in my fucking sleep? Do you honestly think… that I can’t beat you in a fight, Jeff?”


“You haven’t even begun to see me fight.”


“I sincerely hope that you cherished those moments on Olympus, because that’s the closest that you’ll ever get to holding that belt for as long as I’ve still got it. The only way that you’re leaving Final Destination as the next Omega Heavyweight Champion… is if you grab that gun of yours… and put a goddamn bullet through my heart."


“Otherwise?”


“You don’t stand a fucking chance.”

(The scene opens up to Roni sitting on a porch of a ruined house somewhere in Detroit. She is shown with her head down and is wearing her normal attire, and beside her is the Amazon Warfare Battle Royal trophy. The sounds of vehicles going by in the distance can be heard echoing. The entire block looks like a wasteland with overgrown yards, litter everywhere, houses boarded up, ruined, and so on. Roni looks up facing the camera.)

Beautiful isn’t it? Not this trophy that is beside, we will get to that in a minute, but this neighborhood. All the decay and ruined buildings, the graffiti or art as I like to call it, the overrun grass, and the litter just thrown everywhere. Places like this are commonplace now, or so that is what many think. What many people don’t know is that neighborhoods like this, the very same neighborhoods where I grew up, are changing for the better. The people are rebuilding these houses and making it look great for people to move back or to even have a place they can call their own. Why does all this matter? It really doesn’t, but it symbolizes my come up in the world of Wrestling as well as my struggle in life. I began wrestling in my backyard, then got professionally trained at a school that wasn’t the best, and I kept moving up and down between promotions, but when I finally landed in Omega I knew I made it to the top. This neighborhood as well mirrors my personal life as well as I lived in a neighborhood just like this...well it was a bit nicer, but still, I came from nothing. My parents were immigrants from Germany, who came to this lovely city with nothing except for a few dollars just to live out the American Dream. I was bullied and had hate thrown my way for numerous reasons whether it was for being the daughter of immigrants, for being German, and even Anti-Semitism. I still stayed strong not only for myself but for my parents as well. As I grew up, I found more and more people that supported me and helped me get through life. I will be forever in their debt for that, as well as I learned I had to work harder than most even if I was tired. I had to get defeated in order to win. I had to keep picking myself up every time I fell even when I wanted to give up, and those lessons are the ones I embodied and showed as they made me who I am, and it is what made my city, Detroit, the city it is. Now, all of that can be seen as useless, but there is a reason why I said all of it and you will soon see what I mean.

I have been in Omega now for one year...or just about it and what a ride it has been. I lost all my matches, but when Final Destination came around I got my time to shine. Now, I was on the pre-show, but still, I showed everything I previously talked about. I was the winner of the Amazon Warfare Battle Royal and I am still the only one who was in it that is still around. Amy-Jayne, Cynthia Ali, Rochelle, Liz Idol, Cassidy Kane, Novita, Serenity Scorpio, Kiara Robinson, and Hendrixxx are all gone, but not me. I stayed and fought my way to the top and look at what I achieved since that day...look at what I achieved in one year. 

(Roni looks at the trophy and lets out a smile before turning back to the camera)

I began to rocket to the top and I never went down from there, though I did mentally I came back from it. My first match against Dulce didn’t go the way I wanted it to go, but it showed me that Viola had faith in me. I mean, let’s not bullshit Dulce is the heart of this division and for someone like me to get a chance to face her not only once, but twice and the second time I won the belt from her...that hit me the hardest. Not just for the fact that my hard work had paid off, but I lost two important people in my life, the man who tried to be the wrestler I am today, and my childhood best friend who had my back whenever I needed her. It felt like everything in my life both personally and business-wise came together to reward me for everything. I rained at that moment and embraced it for what it was. For those eighty-two days, I was riding high and felt like I couldn’t be touched. I got too cocky and way too comfortable with being on top, and that was my downfall. 

Now don’t get me wrong, I will still say that April never beat me because she never pinned nor made me submit, but you know what I never did though. The thing I never did, and this is going to sound odd, I never thanked April for taking the belt for me. Now just hold the fuck on, I know what you are thinking. “Roni that makes no goddamn sense at all,” and it doesn’t, but let me explain. You see I wanted to shine in that match and show that I was on top and I couldn’t be stopped. So I made a really stupid and I mean really fucking stupid decision to go for The Last Rites from on top of the steel beams that held the championship and what happened...well many of you already know, but Lady Luck left me and I ate shit and April got her fucking foot stuck and soon claimed the prize. That moment changed me as many of you know. Even though I “lost” the belt I gained a reality check from it. We know the story from there everything changed and I became more depressing, until Jonetta ran her mouth, and so on. I dogged myself while singing the praise of others and I felt like that little girl in Detroit who felt like she had nothing and the entire world was against her. The Clash happened and people, the fans, the wrestlers, and even Viola and the others could sense that something had changed in me for the worse. I was in the final four and then I let myself get too overheated and I cost myself the match and my chance to be facing Dulce for the third time.

I wanted to quit after and even said my goodbyes, but as I driving back home to my house in Michigan I replayed everything in my head and I knew I couldn’t leave Odyssey the way I did...because goddamn if Dulce is the heart than I am the fucking soul of Odyssey! I am the spirit that embodies the Underdog that will and should never give up no matter the fucking price! That is why I turned my car around and headed to Odyssey because my fire, my hunger, and my spirit burned red hot like a freshly made piece of Michigan Steel! Those people who chanted “Why Roni? Why?” don’t understand me, but as I mention before in a previous talking those who cheered and still cheer for me under-fucking-stand me clearly and they know my story! They get when the world thinks you are down and out, then you come back fighting liking a fucking badass!

(Roni stands up as we see the passion in her face and fire in her eyes)

Fuck that previous promo I did! It wasn’t full of my heart and soul like I wanted it, but just like before I thought about it and the more and more I did the more and more it burned me. I had to realize this is the grandest fucking stage for Omega and for Odyssey as a whole! This match right here is the grandest fucking match of my lifetime! This match means more, and I hate to drone this, but it means more to me than anyone else in fucking Omega! As they could leave and go somewhere and be a name! They could leave and then come back and still get what they want, but not fucking me! That is why this fucking match means so fucking much to me! That is why I took a chair and laid out the almighty Caesar known as April, the Fireball of Alyssa, and the Folk Demon Llorona because that was the way we settled things in Detriot when we feel like we were fucking wronged! I had to show my power and when I hit April with that German Suplex right on the chair...it felt fucking amazing! From there, I understood what the almighty Caesar herself meant about wanting to unlock my full potential, and she got her fucking wish! I was afraid to show it, I truly was, but no more. I am fucking tired and done with all that shit and now what you see and hear is all me, baby! No bullshit! No gimmick! Nothing! Everything I speak and do is all me and no one fucking else! I said before that this match is a pendulum and wherever it lands is a huge unknown...well fuck that I will take that back and say that I grab that fucking blade and make it stop in my corner and I will reclaim what I truly never lost in the first place. This time though when I am champion I will play things differently...I will play things smarter.

(Roni lets a smile out before sitting back down onto the steps and takes a deep breath)

You know even if I do this the biggest match of my life...normally I would say that would be fine, but that would be a lie as I would be more pissed off than ever, but it would mean I could set my sight on other things like facing Dulce for the Women’s championship...though that is if she retains...so if it is Diantha who fucking wins the belt, I will just move on and face go after her and claim that belt as my own because now the way I see it is if I want something I need to get...and I have no fucking problem doing that.

Now, let me get to the obvious cliched and overplayed thing. You know talking about my opponents in a bit more detail since I have always sort breezed through them without giving them any thought. We have the woman who knocked me down and gave me a reality check. The all-mighty Caesar herself, April Song. Oh, April you get to me, not like another person who I have faced before, but you get to me. You see yourself as this grand champion and this well seasoned and hard-fought veteran. Who just wants to and I quote, well loosely quoting should I say, “Wants to help evolve people and push them to their true potential.” You know there are people who sort of do that they are called enhancement talent...well sort those are mainly pushovers, but the idea is the same. You talked about previously losing your belt over at LAW burned you real bad, and if I am being frank, if I lost to the same person as you did then I would be more ashamed than burned. You are the main person I want to pin not for the fact of taking my belt from me, but to finally see who is the better woman as the way I see it we are still fucking tied, and I want to break that tie! Also, I will ask you this. Do you know why I call you Caesar? Have you read the play, Julius Caesar, by William Shakespeare? If you have then you know the exact reason why I call you Caesar, and for those who don’t understand...go read a fucking book.

Now, we have the blue-chipper that came into Odyssey just about the same time as I did...odd isn’t it. You know as much as I want to hate you or even despise you...I simply can’t. To retell and reuse a line I used against Dulce, You and I are similar. Actually, fuck that you and I are damn near the same minus a few exceptions here and there, but you get my fucking point especially now. We are both the Anti-Hero archetype that has become so common, but I think you and I do it the best. Hell, we both the fiery underdog who wants to make it to the top and say fuck you to all the neigh sayers who said we couldn’t what we love or that our passion was a mere joke to them.

(Roni runs her hands through her hair, shakes her head, and laughs a little)

Oh man, the more I think about everything the more I realize, Alyssa, that facing you in a solo match would be the exact same match, in a manner of speaking, as I had with Dulce, and that is me singing praise. I just can’t find anything negative to say about Alyssa and that is no bullshit. Everything I can and could say would just be an insult to myself, and that is the truth. I will finish by saying out of all the women in this match you are the only one I respect. Oh, one last thing I just couldn’t help to find truly ironic and somewhat got to me. You said before that myself and Llorona deserve “one hell of a beating” and that I will regret my decision of what I did. Let me set the record straight. I will never regret what I did and if I had to do it again then you could bet your ass I would do it again, and it's ironic you said I deserve one of hell of a beating because I am sure there are foes you faced who thought the same exact thing. What I did as I mentioned before wasn’t insanity nor done out of greed, it was done to prove a point, something I am sure you have done as well. You Alyssa I think that is where you and I defer at you act pious and almighty similar to Caesar herself, but at the end of you are no better than me. Also, one last little thing Alyssa, from where I come we have a saying as well “talk shit, get hit”, and you have been talking a whole lot of shit.

(Roni gets ups from the steps and drags her trophy to her car, a blacked-out 1984 Cadillac Eldorado. She throws it in the backseat and leans against the door)

Now, Llorona, as I mentioned before I get you and the reason being, is because I grew up around people like you. People who dealt in illegal activities, that I won’t name for I am no snitch. People who had a chip on their shoulder and were just pissed off at the world and didn’t give one single fuck who they hurt or worse to get what they wanted. They have ice water in their veins and simply lived by two mottos those being “Fuck the World” and “Live Fast, Die Young”. Now, I am not saying I completely get you because where you come from is way more violent from where I grew up on and I don’t know your life story, but I get your mentality. Though I will say your dead setness on getting the title will blind you as it did, and you can even say that about me, but I am not blindly following. As well go ahead and make the same ideal treats you have made before like breaking bones and making people pass out because here is a fair warning for you...you break one of my fucking bones I will break two of yours! If you threaten to make me pass out you better fucking do it as I am sure as hell will make you pass out! You talk this massive game and walk like this big badass that is untouchable than you better fucking show me that person in the ring! You better deliver on your promises because I know I fucking will.

So let me reiterate everything I have said. My one year in Odyssey and even Omega has had it is highs and lows. It has knocked me down and almost made me quit, but just like the city, I am from I had to get back up, brush myself off, and fight again. April is Caesar and just like will soon fall like him. Alyssa is someone I can respect for we were cut from the same cloth, but at the end of the day, I will show my spirit burns brighter than yours. Llorona you better make good on any promises you make towards because if you don’t I will make good on mine. Finally, I will show everything I have learned and I will show why the fuck you should never count me out! Also, just remember I am one of the only few who never left Odyssey, who focused on another promotion or even faded away just to come back and get a grand shot for nothing. I am the fucking soul of Odyssey! 

(Roni begins to open the driver’s door, but turns around)

Oh, and one last thing before I leave and head towards Miami...I have nothing else to say to anyone so I bid you goodbye.

(Roni lets a smile out before opening the driver door and starting her car. She lowers the windows and begins to loudly play No More Mr. Nice Guy by Alice Cooper as she drives off the screen fades to black.)

Final Destination 2 Promo 2: Looter's Remorse.

(The scene opens on an empty city sidewalk in the middle of a sunny day just as a big screen TV goes sailing through a storefront window mere feet away from the camera.  After some rustling from inside The Derelict steps through the busted open window, silently treading through the glass on the ground.  He stares down at the busted TV and shrugs.)

"Maybe I can scrap it for copper? Do they even put copper in these things anymore?  That's about all that's left in there, ya know? Appliances and tools.  All of the necessities are gone.  Bread, water, milk, eggs, all raided by shoppers who left shelves full of blowout sales on bullet blenders and espresso machines untouched."

(Derelict reaches into the cracked television screen and yanks out the motherboard and a few wires with one confident yank.  He inspects them, shaking his head doubtfully.)

"Could be some gold in there...maybe copper.  The problem is that nobody wants it.  That's the trouble with times like these, Jonetta.  The rich and the powerful? they cease to matter because money ceases to matter.  Only surviving matters.  That's the one gripe I have with you Dollhouse types.  Don't get me wrong, I admire your ruthless cutthroat bitch ambitiousness, but when it comes to comfort and amenities you buckle at the knees if your hot tubs aren't the right temperature.  You're only soft in the ways you choose to be soft, and that's disappointing really.  Now I'm sure you might be the more calloused member of that cadre of lady killers, but that's like nine year old's comparing boo-boos isn't it?  I don't blame you for doing what comes easy when it's necessary.  You say you have numbers on your side? say I'm a bigger target? say ingenuity trumps strength? You're not wrong, but you also don't take into account that you're not a very likable person.  I like you, but I like other societal recluses despite what their bank account says about them.  You think that a megalomaniac like Chris Sabertooth is going to bend the knee and let you take the lead in a beat down on me? Even if you're willing to take the backseat despite your advantages, and considering your position in the Dollhouse we know that's your M.O., what makes you think the mob mentality wont turn on public enemy number two after you're all done tearing me apart? Deep down you know I'm the only person in this match on your level, and that I honestly don't give a damn if you do exploit me.  I don't care if I win or lose here despite the misgivings of some of our opponents.  You and I could take on this entire field by ourselves and you know it, but you also know that when the smoke clears and the blood settles into the canvas, it leaves only you and I standing toe to toe in that ring.  You might think you can pass me out with the help of four other people, but do you really think you can do it alone little lady?  When civilization has collapsed and money can't sate hunger, where do you think the 1% stands? You're standing in the ring full of famished men and women looking at the same dangling carrot that you are, and the only entity that's making eye contact with you is a vulture whose waiting for the weak and hungry to drop.  He'll walk away with his belly full with or without that carrot, but are you willing to agree to that arrangement even if it means he's willing to follow you to the ends of the earth so long as he's there to watch you fall on your face? I'm the best hope you have in this match, but I'm also the worst thing that could ever happen to a girl like you.  You're not my first stone faced angel with a jaw of iron that I've sank my talons into...and sweetie? you wont be my last.  You say I should know my place? I think it's you that's confused as to where I stand in this match."

(As he walks down the street, the Derelict's distracted and ravenous eyes window shop every storefront he passes.)

"Besides, you're not the only one hoping the masses will be your savior.  Did'ja hear? Chris Sabertooth is starting a cult.  I find that to be quite pathetic.  It's what cowards with silver tongues do to shield themselves from the world around them.  They create symbols and then beholden to them like their consecrated and holy, and not something they just pulled out of their ass and assigned divinity.  I'm not lost without my Openweight title, Chris.  I'm me with or without it.  I was an asshole who did what he could to win matches before that belt, and I will be that long after it rots off of Kevin Maverick's waist.  Even if it did leave me stranded and without an identity, I've managed to find my way home to the promise land.  This match was made for me.  I thrive in this environment.  Throw as many bodies at me as you want, so long as there's something big and heavy to bat them away with I'll hold my own.  You'll be fun though, "Havoc", or Sabertooth, or whatever the hell you think you are today.  You believe you're impervious to pain? Heh...that's what people who haven't felt real pain say.  Listen, I know you're up your own ass so far that on the rare occasions that you do pull your head out long enough to have a match that people mistake the refuse and blood that sticks to you from forcing yourself so far up there for so long for war paint, but hopefully you'll clean the shit out from your ears long enough to hear me tell you that you're just a man.  So am I, but I'm a man whose been through the proverbial shit.  I've seen things that your oxygen deprived little mind couldn't fathom, much less cope with.  I've broken men's spirits, exorcised women's demons, and reverted many back to their most primal of instincts just so they could live long enough to realize that nothing else matters more than whose bigger, stronger, faster, and more ruthless.  Everything else is just frills and window dressing.  You're no god, no demon, no monster or messiah.  You're just another sad soul with wax wings fitted to him by those surrounding him with real ingenuity and wisdom whose trying to fly into the sun.  I am your downfall, Chris Sabertooth.  I will melt that what makes you believe you can ascend above the worries of mankind.  I will break your bones upon the crystal rocks of clarity with the gravity of reality and show the world your blood. I'll make you pray to a higher power Chris Sabertooth, and in that moment you'll doubt the existence of anything divine as I continue to rain down on you like an Egyptian plague until the only people left to worship you are those who worship the dead.  Your name will enter the pantheon of those 'gone too soon', and your legacy will be that of 'unmet potential'.  Your religion will be retro, your standing testament to time will be failure, and your following will smell of old record store vinyl and basement dwelling conspiracy theorists who wouldn't know the sun existed if they hadn't heard it killed you for flying too close.  Every Cobain needs Love, every Lennon needs a Chapman, every Dimebag a Gale.  The only difference between you and them is that I'll save you the heartbreak of dying to a follower and leave your mediocre records collecting dust in the bargain bin."

(Derelict nonchalantly pulls his bindle from over his shoulder and empties his handkerchief of it's meager contents.  Whistling to himself, he wraps the hanky around his wrist, fashioning a shiv with his railroad spike, and punches out the nearest store window.  He cautiously strolls through the shattered glass and disappears into the darkened insides of the store.)

"SHIT!"

(Derelict's footfalls grow loud and fast toward the now busted open window.  He rushes out of the darkness with anger in his face as he walks across the abandoned street and kicks in the nearest window in sight and peers inside. Seemingly disgruntled by his findings, he blows a snot rocket through the glass and storms back toward the camera.)

"Every shelf is picked bone dry.  While the old stay inside for fear of illness, the young raid the stores in single file lines and take what there is left to take...speaking of, Azumi Goto seems to resent me calling her career for her.  I'll admit that was quite rude of me, but everyone knows this is the retirement tour.  It's almost been advertised as such.  Five years? She thinks she has five years left in the tank? She's heading into a match like this, at her age, with what she's already physically and mentally went through in her career without even regularly stepping in the ring with male competitors, and thinks she has half a decade left before her ride into the sunset ends?  I'm trying not to be too insulting here because she's one of the few in this match who realizes that I'm not exactly a lumbering oaf, but you've got to be posturing right? putting on a big fake show for the cameras? You did take out a giant to get into this match, but even by your own admission Azumi, it wasn't a dominant display on your part.  Now you're walking into a match with five other people and expecting to take on a big man with a brain and four other meat bags who will definitely align with you in the short term.  Make no mistake in that, they have no qualms with climbing over your corpse to get that briefcase.  Look around at the world we're living in, Ms. Goto.  You have a government willing to sacrifice the health of the elderly just so capitalism can thrive.  This match is no different.  You're no longer an asset in this environment, you're a hindrance and a hurdle that everyone views as easy to exploit and overtake.  You didn't talk down to me, so I wont talk down to you either because I respect your sage elder wisdom; sit this one out.  For your kind, the only options are quarantine or getting trampled over a loaf of pumpernickel because that's all that's left on the shelf and it's still worth more than your life."

(Derelict spots a freebie stack of independent newspapers next to the mainstream newspaper vending boxes.  Without even slowing his stride he pushes them over into the street and keeps walking.)

"I suppose I should steer clear of politics, lest I wake up the socialist white knight in the pack.  What happened to you Jacob? Where'd the brazen kid from last week go? Did I shut him up and show him the real world? or is he too 'headstrong' to be silenced?  I do miss you, ya little yuppie prick.  Come back and tell me about my hardships and how you relate to them.  Tell me how some political figurehead in office is going to turn things around for me and truly make America a commie utopia.  Are you still rocked by Bernie's performance in the primaries? or did you realize that we've already had a socialist president who didn't change shit?  Maybe you're holed up in some coffee shop conversation with someone right now and can't bother to come address your opponents? or maybe I put fear in you.  Everyone can pick and choose which one's the truth.  We're going to be living in a socialist wasteland soon enough right? Might as well take them all for face value and redistribute them accordingly!  Seriously though, why are you so quiet? It's not like you.  I saw a little fight in you last week.  I kinda liked it.  Bring more."

(The Derelict looks over his shoulder with a hint of remorse in his eye as he looks upon the fanned out stack of socialist newspapers stretching halfway across the road.  The remorse is short lived though as an abandoned hot dog stand across the way catches his gaze.  Smirking as if he's found the jackpot, he strides over with confidence in his fateful findings.)

"Speaking of last week, Bishop the Mick made a valid point.  I didn't wipe out everyone in that ring."

(Derelict yanks open the hot dog cart's slide drawer oven, revealing some charred and 'aged' franks.  He licks his lips as he lifts one and delicately places it on the top of the cart.  After momentarily scanning, his eyes find the condiment squirt bottles and set to work painting a sloppy helix of mustard and ketchup.)

"You're right, but I was the last man standing at the end of the night.  That should worry you.  In fact, that should worry all of you who feel as if you're going into this fight with a laundry list of allies.  I barely laid a hand on anyone other than Jacob, and yet you all took one another out and left me standing in the rubble.  Now, you could either be hypocrites and call me a coward despite your attested game plans of pairing up and squaring off..."

(Derelict grabs a pickle jar on the stand, unscrews the lid easily, and guzzles back the brine, sucking down dill chips and all in the process.  After a hearty belch, he tosses the drained pickle jar over his shoulder, letting it smash through yet another window and disappear in the glass debris.)

"...or you can take note of the situation and question whether you can really trust anybody in this match.  Or maybe you should wonder why no one bothered to go after me.  Are your odds as steady as you thought? is there power in numbers? or are you just all one squirming mass of fear and instinct ready to push one another in my path, so long as it means distracting me long enough to scale that ladder and take the briefcase?  Of everyone in this match, I believe I've made my intentions the most transparent.  For someone whose constantly being accused of crypticism and vaguery, I feel like I always lay it out there pretty clearly.  I don't lavish myself in toys and trinkets, I don't lust after gold and clout.  I'm not looking for my next meal because I take what I want when I need it.  I like inflicting pain.  I like hurting stuck up brass polishers who think they're better than me.  I like ripping silver tongues out of heads caked in their own B.S.  I like culling the weak when they try and step outside of the order of things.  I like putting causeheads through the experience of hell that they claim to sympathize with and even envy because deep down they're really just inexperienced losers with no personality.  I like hyper extending the knees of loud mouthed armchair athletes who are so afraid of being told they're past their prime that they don't shut up long enough for other people to tell them that it's time for them to go home.  I like helping them expel hot air constructively with shrieks of anguish instead of letting them spout off useless and dated rhetoric into young and eager ears.  You all seem to think that I'm the one whose desperate, that I need the gold, or that I'm in their alone without a friend in the world.  You're all just projecting your insecurities onto me.  I don't want your fickle affections or straw man allegiances Jonetta, but you should definitely want mine.  I don't want to inherit your kingdom Havoc, and I definitely wont join it.  I don't need your sympathy or help Jacob, and you certainly wont get any from me.  Bishop? Goto? I don't want to end your careers, but I will if you step in my way.  Soon you'll all realize what I tried to show you at the end of Olympus: I'm not in this match against all of you, you're fighting against yourselves.  I'm just the circling vulture willing to dissect what's left after you pick yourselves, and each other, apart.  You decide among yourselves whose shoulder I dig my talons in, and whose bones I leave to bleach in the sun."

(Derelict searches the stand once more.  His expression sours in realization.)

"..No buns..."

(Derelict longingly stares at the naked wiener doused in condiments, shrugs, and scarfs it back anyway.  As he sucks the ketchup and mustard clean from his fingers, a light bulb pops up over his head.  He turns around to face the window he haphazardly smashed open with the pickle jar.  His eyes immediately lock on a lone loaf of Wonderbread on the bottom shelf of the nearest aisle.  He charges it greedily, yanks it off of the shelf, letting it drag at his feet through the brine and the glass as he walks through the window into the light of day.)

"It's time to pull apart from the pack and see who comes out the other end of the woods with something's neck firmly locked within their teeth.  Happy hunting."

(Derelict walks off screen whistling to himself, still dragging glass shrapnel laced loaf of bread behind him.)