Rayzah Posted July 17 Posted July 17 (edited) [Scene: A graffiti-covered room. The walls are cracked concrete, layered in spray paint, old posters, and anger. A single light swings above a weathered table. Photos of OCW talent, match cards, and scribbled notes are taped to the wall. Rayzah stands alone — calm, focused, surgical.] Rayzah: They wanted to call us Insurrection. Nah… we off that. He smirks, just a little. Not cocky — certain. Rayzah: That name don’t fit no more. ‘Cause this? This ain’t a rebellion. This is what comes after. He looks to the wall, one hand resting near the word “AMBITION” scrawled beside a row of taped-up faces. Rayzah: We’re not the spark — We’re the fire that don’t go out. We don’t riot. We restructure. We take what they protect and tear out the floorboards. He moves a photo — Dresden — and places it lower, underneath Shelly’s. Rayzah: Call it what you want. Call it survival. Call it vengeance. Call it war. He turns to the camera now, no mask, no grin. Just truth. Rayzah: But make no mistake… This is the Age of Anarchy. And it don’t end when the match is over. It ends when we say it ends. [Fade to black. The light flickers once. Then nothing.] https://imgur.com/a/F7SGh0W Edited July 17 by Rayzah 1
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