Everyone knows what happened at Dreamworld.
It was like being in a cup final. Imagine after a season of struggle, you’re finally at that last obstacle. You give everything you have. You’re bloodied, tired, suffering…and you lose. You see the confetti falling for the person who was able to best you. You can see and hear the celebrations, all while you’re trapped in your own personal hell. You know that the classier thing to do is to be happy for them. They put themselves out there to suffer as well. They went through the hardships and won. Why should you be upset with them when it’s you who didn’t finish the job required?
For the weeks, months and years that have followed, that loss has followed me around like a fucking ghost. In fact, a lot of people enjoy adding that to the ever-evolving highlight reel of “April Song Fucking Up In Big Matches”. I cannot escape it. I’ve been Campeonatos De Parejas with Hana. I’ve conquered Lethal Angels of Wrestling and the Omega Wrestling Alliance to become a two-time World Champion. But even still, that bout follows me around like a fucking lovesick puppy. It’s the one wrong in my career that I’ve not had a chance to correct.
Until now.
Hana. You were there so you know all about it. You know how I spent the days after that. Locked up in a hotel room, licking my wounds and crying. You helped me to the back. You consoled me when everyone else wanted to celebrate and congratulate Cloudy on a job well done. It seems like a bizarre bit of comedy that they’re suddenly best pals now while I’m the last one standing to reach out for this title, this one thing that I’m yearning to add to my collection. I have been a Specialists Champion, using my submission skills and mat wrestling ability to grind people down, to force them to try to beat me at my game. I’ve been OWA’s Goddesses Champion, a belt designed for true workhorses. I’ve been a tag team champion on several occasions. There is not a better tag wrestler than me on this planet and the versatility and styles that my partners over the years that I have been able to gel with are a testament to that. I’ve even managed to become a World Champion. The one thing that’s missing is something like the American Dream Championship.
Ever since I’ve been here, my eyes have been fixated on it. An Air Force Pilot, the daughter of immigrants holding a title such as the American Dream just feels right, doesn’t it? Even though most people would feel that my wrestling style is more suited for the European Championship or maybe even the Shogun Championship, I know my mentality is perfect for the American Dream. I am ruthless. I am unrelenting. And I will do everything in my power to leave this match with that title. Hana, I understand the frustration you’re feeling. I know how much you’ve been overlooked and you know that nobody is willing to sing your praises like me. But, I can’t let you have this. Not this time. I have demons that need exercising. I have to win this title to finally ease the pain from that cold night. You’re young, You have plenty of chances to be great. Don’t be mad at me when this doesn’t work out for you because for ME this was a long fucking time coming.
I’m expecting your best. Just expect April Song at her absolute fucking worst.
I don’t particularly care for Army men, Jack. Especially desk jockeys like you. You’ve made me an offer that I literally couldn’t refuse and I bit. But don’t think for a moment that I don’t have eyes on you. I know that you originally worked for Jaywalker, yet you stabbed him in the back. Brotherhood, loyalty. Respect. It’s obvious to me that you don’t live up to the standards of the Military that we used to serve. But, despite all that, I have to be appreciative of this. You dangled this carrot in front of me knowing that both of us were like starving children. I wonder if you even sent your little pet project champion a Get Well Soon card once you found out what his injuries were. Just onto the next person for you to manipulate, right?
Let me tell you what’s going to happen, in intimate detail. I’m going to kick your ass. And if Hana intervenes or tries to take this title from me, I’m going to kick her ass too. I’m going to become the champion of your division and I’m going to be the most violent, brutal, and wicked American Dream Champion that there has ever been. I’m not a puppet to be controlled and I’m not a baby that needs coddling. All you’ll have to do once I’ve beaten you is sit in your office, line up people for me to tap out and make sure that I’m well- AND I MEAN VERY FUCKING WELL- compensated for it. Sweet Melody will still be a thing and Hana will bump off another champion. Maybe even challenge her mentor for his new shiny toy.
I have two championships in my possession right now that I won on my own merits, my own abilities. I don’t need to be manipulated or motivated anymore than the American Dream Championship being the prize. You want to assess my abilities? Prepare to have your fucking abacus broken.
There is no doubt that this is going to be a hard affair for me to win. Hana’s Hana. I do think that truth be told she’s the best wrestler in the world today. Jack is someone I’ve seen enough to know that he’s resilient and strong…and there’s more to him than he would like to carry himself as. He walks around in a suit and speaks calmly to people but I know a brute when I see one. And by the time I’m done with him, he’ll know what an absolute monster looks like.
Lady and Gentleman, the gloves are off. Don’t expect any quarter from me and assume that I am not expecting any. I’m going to become the American Dream Champion, not for Sweet Melody, not for Sgt Jack Ranger, not for the Ghost Organization, not for Wrestleworld. Not even for America.
But for myself.
I’m sick and tired of being demanded to prove myself even though I’ve shown everyone time and again just how good I am. I’ve beaten just about everyone worth beating in this sport, but still people question me, believe that they can assert their dominance over me, but still people think it’s a smart business plan to piss me off.
It’s not.
The confetti is going to fall from the sky for April Song this time, and the two of you are going to watch as I finally take my place as champion. It’s foolish to wave destiny in a woman’s face and not expect her to snatch it with every ounce of strength that she has.
I absolutely refuse to live the same nightmare twice. Period.
Sat Dec 03, 2022 4:36 pm by 
Subject: You Only Dream Twice 
