In a very spacious apartment provided to her by the Ghost Organization, April Song leads the viewer towards her den. Inside, a collection of championship belts and photographs commemorating the titles she’s won are on display. The latest and largest title displayed is the WrestleWorld American Dream Championship, but there are others on display such as the Lethal Angels Championship, the OWA Goddesses Championship, the EAW Specialists Championship and the SSW World Tag Team Championships. The replica of the Capeonatos de Parejas and a picture of her, Hana and Sgt Jack Ranger after her most recent victory are on her desk.
At long last.
AT LONG FUCKING LAST…..it’s mine. It’s all mine. The American Dream Championship. I’m sure most of you at home can’t comprehend what I went through to get my hands on this hardware. It may have been even more difficult to win than any other title that I’ve acquired in my career, but it’s mine now. There is nothing that’s going to stop me from becoming the most brutal, dominant and feared American Dream Champion of all time. And in my first match as the owner of this prestigious Championship….I get to take out the trash that Stephanie Matsuda left behind: World’s Finest.
I know how the three of you are looking at me right now. I know how you’re all looking at me as if I’m some robot, some corporate suit who doesn’t know who or what she is anymore. That I just jumped on the gravy train just to cling onto some bit of relevance in the twilight of my wrestling career. And you’d be wrong. I didn’t align with the Ghost Organization simply to become champion of the United States of America. I aligned with them to assure that pro wrestling has a future. Look at everything that’s happened since they took power. Stephanie Matsuda is on her way out the door. Anyone and everyone who could have stood up to the might of this organization has already been compromised. They have made me the offer of being able to coast into retirement as I please once I’m done breaking all the toys that Sgt Jack can scrounge up for me to deal with. Yeah, I’m going to be a very wealthy woman when my contract in WrestleWorld is up. And with the considerably healthy bonuses that are offered for breaking you three into tiny pieces incapable of any further resistance, I can tell you all that I will be highly motivated even without personal stakes in this.
A lot of you seem to get this, but before I was a professional wrestler, I was a military contractor. I went to places that most of you wouldn’t go with your own personal army to assist people in doing things that needed to get done but require a certain…ruthlessness to carry out. Wrestling has been a part of my life for a long time, but I know what it’s like to look someone in the eyes right before I pull the trigger that ends their short stay on this miserable little speck of space we call Earth. I have been paid far less to do far more damage than any of you would ever be able to comprehend.
This? This Campo De Batalla? Light work.
Cynthia, you know I actually don’t dislike you. You have potential to be where I’m at someday…BUT YOU KEEP LISTENING TO THESE IDIOTS IN WORLD’S FINEST. What has the following Stephanie Matsuda or Chris Sabertooth gotten you, huh? You were European Champion, where’s that? You won a fucking World Cup? What are you now? Just another follower, a lackey that Stephanie and Chris were able to control long enough for them to set up their downfalls and yours. Do you think I wanted things this way? Do you think I wanted to be wasting my time battering you and your playmates?
No.
We’re under a new regime here and instead of buying in, getting with the program, and smartening up, you all chose to be difficult. You chose to be stupid. And you chose to stand in my way. None of those things are very smart and standing in my way is the least intelligent thing any of you can possibly do. Do you understand that you’re going to be in the ring with one of the most vicious technical wrestlers of all time? The only reason that you were even able to win the European Championship in the first place was because I considered the American Dream Championship more worthy of my attention. You should be thankful that you were allowed your moment in the sun because with me in your way, it’s like a giant redwood tree and you’re an ant in the shadow I cast.
You can’t compare to me. And you never will. You can look at me and see a hypocrite, a liar, an enemy. Frankly I don’t care. All I see you as is a target that needs to be destroyed. Nothing more, nothing less. I understand and appreciate that you’re still fairly young and a bit naive about how things work. I’ve been behind the scenes before. I’ve seen the messy politics, the plotting and scheming.
Do you know what the best part of being the face of the Ghost Organization is? I don’t have to worry about any of that shit anymore.
You should smarten up. I mean, even though you may be useless for a while if I break an arm or a leg of yours or hyperextend a knee, you’ll still be useful to the Ghost Organization. There’s still a chance they’ll welcome you with open arms and get your career back on track. You don’t have to stay on the sinking ship, Cynthia. You don’t have to stay a loser over some idealistic nonsense that other people are feeding you including that annoying fuck Percy.
Smarten up. Take the money. Embrace the power.
EMMY! From someone who is a fellow Carlos Rosso protege, I expected you to have a little more sense than you displayed. The Ghost Organization wanted you! They wanted you to be the face of their organization! They wanted you to be the champion. You could have lived the high life. And you and I know exactly what that entails for you: fast cars, women, the best food, the best liquor. They would have catered to your every whim, fulfilled every indulgent desire of yours….but you slap their hand away?
Let me ask you this: if someone were to hand you a blank check, would you take it or slap them in the face. 99.999999 percent of people on this planet would take the check and prepare to live the good life. But not you.
You’re a fucking fool.
It’s actually okay that you did turn them down. At least to me. Because now I can show them that they made the RIGHT choice by recruiting Hana and myself. I can show the entire wrestling world that your beginner’s luck in WrestleWorld was just that: beginner’s luck. People may start to cheer for you now, Emmy, but they’re fickle. Do you think any of them feel sorry for you because you didn’t win the Shogun Championship the way you wanted? No! They’re calling you a loser! They are laughing at you for being stupid to turn down the help everyone in the world knows you need. See, you won’t accept it but everyone on the planet knows that every time you and Chris step into the ring together he embarasses you. Every time he beats you back, it’s like a horse getting tamed. You’re willing to accept teaming with someone who has essentially shown you up not once, not twice, but NOW THRICE?!
Couldn’t be me.
You’re going to lose, again. And now that the Ghost Organization sees you as an obstacle instead of a potential ally, what title opportunities do you think you’ll get around here? Do you think they would waste their time with someone like you ever again when they have ME, the greatest technical wrestler alive, on the payroll? Nah. You watched the ship with dollar bills falling over on its hull come in then decided to torch it.
There’s no salvation for you.
As for you, Chris, there seems to be some confusion as to who the greatest WrestleWorld Champion of all time is. Like, it was you…note that I said it was. Because now that I’m holding the American Dream Championship, you are no longer the greatest or most important champion on this roster.
I’m what counts out here. Not you, not any of the rest of those preliminary chumps holding titles by accident, not any of these other cretins sitting in the back. Without me, WrestleWorld would already be dead anyway.
But with me? WrestleWorld still has a fighting chance. We can still grow and reach back to that time when it was growing at an unprecedented rate. We can achieve all those wonderful dreams that we have for professional wrestling…if only you people would fall in line. Is it hard, seriously? Just do what the fuck your told, shut up, and take the money. Why is this such a difficult concept for you and those old farts that were Architects to understand? Why can’t you just lay down and make this simple?
But I guess you’re compromised already. Hana is on MY side, buddy boy, and believe me when I tell you she’ll have none of the qualms that you have about hitting her. She’ll be more than happy to smack her husband around if she believes that it will make your lives better in the long run. Don’t you get it? They’ve already spotted your weakness and have compromised you to a position where you won’t be able to be of much help to anyone. You see, I’ve already got it visualized in my head about how we’re going to dismantle your team:
I’m going to personally rip Emmanuelle apart and show her that defiance and stupidity will not be tolerated in MY WrestleWorld. I’m going to systematically and efficiently tear her muscular body apart. I’m even going to make sure her tall goofball buddy gets a very good look at that pretty face of hers screaming and crying in the most pristine form of pain imaginable. Sgt Jack is a little buttoned up for my taste, but he’s a ruthless veteran of the wrestling game. Do you think that Cynthia’s going to be able to stand up to that? She’s not me, after all! And could never be like me in any sense….
He’ll kill her.
And then there’s you. Hana, she’s going to make sure you suffer just enough to get the point: Obey. I mean, she loves you and doesn’t want to cripple you…but who knows what extent she’ll go to if you don’t get the point sooner rather than later, right? Sometimes tough love is the best love.
Before I bid you all adieu, I just want to run something by everyone and I do mean EVERYONE involved in this match and every match on the Destino card: Layne, Jay….these individuals and others who have been on top in WrestleWorld have needed guidance, they’ve needed others to prop them up. They’ve needed the Ghost Organization’s help.
I don’t NEED anyone’s help to do anything around here. I’ll do everything necessary to lift this place back to prominence by myself if necessary. Hell, I would even fight Cynthia, Emmy and Chris by myself if I had to, but with the good Sergeant and Hana my work will be a lot smoother. The days of old when dissent and disobedience are long gone. You are all in the middle of the April Song Era and you will have to behave accordingly. And if you don’t? Then The Ultimate Weapon available to the Ghost Organization is going to come calling.
And all of your broken bones, your screams, your terrified and anguished faces will be all the evidence of anyone willing to stand beside you that they should do one thing and one thing only: Obey.
The destiny of all is to Obey…or be stung by the Killer Bee.
Sat Dec 03, 2022 4:36 pm by 
Subject: Smarten Up and OBEY 
