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I didn't feel disappointment.

When it was all stripped from my grasp, I wasn’t disappointed. Three hundred and twenty three days, I stood at the pinnacle of it all as champion uncontested and unrivaled in every facet of this business. Accomplishing feat after feat, doing something that most would deem unimaginable; purely unthinkable. Disappointment...I was disappointed when I failed to successfully cash in Cash In The Vault, Disappointment...I was disappointed when I had the EAW Championship ripped from my grasp. Disappointment...when the emotion subsided and I turned that porch light off, I realised there wasn’t a reason to be disappointed about what I had accomplished. I had achieved something that for so many will never be anything more than a fleeting dream they encounter every night and spend every waking hour under the sun daydreaming to experience that vivid, lucid dream once more. I had achieved something even greater. Something that you don’t achieve by simply being the World Champion for a moment, something men don’t even bother dreaming of because they know that it’s something that will never become a reality, something they will never get the chance to become. Immortal. A World Champion to remember, a reign that will stand the test of time as one of the all time greats. Ten years. Ten fucking years that title has constantly been at the top, not spending even a second on the shelf. Ten years, it has been held by every great that we consider a legend and I did something that none of them were able to do. For not just three hundred and twenty three days, ever since Pain For Pride 9 I’ve entered the ring every time I put on the greatest fucking performance of my life and not anything less. I proved my worth, I proved my greatness and I’m sure there is a seemingly endless list of people who want to talk it down but I proved that I am just as bit great...as as bit legendary as the rest of them. With that title around my waist I achieved everything that I had set out to achieve and while perhaps I reached a point where I considered the possibility of defeat anytime soon an impossibility, allowed my mind to run wild with possibilities of the near future, I simply leave it with nothing left to be disappointed about. I felt pride and only continue to feel pride. As I quickly approach four years in this company, I realise I’ve done almost everything I could possibly have done to prove to the world that I belong in the same discussion as the greats. If what I’ve done since day one isn’t enough to convince someone, then there isn’t anything I can accomplish in another four years to change their mind.

But I’ll never truly be satisfied with what I’ve achieved.

Nobody ever truly is.

Could I grow obsessed with the idea of vengeance? Perhaps. I mean, I’m standing here not disappointed, nor do I stand here angry. Of all things, I stand rather full of pride and an eagerness to once again stand at the pinnacle of this business. All these weeks since Brooklyn Heights...and I’ve done not a thing to Impact nor have I told him anything more than my intentions to enter this Grand Rampage match. Becoming obsessed with vengeance...it will only lead me down the same dark path I found myself on with that Irish dumb cunt in 2016. Maybe I should be more appreciative of those days because it led me to her but I never won that battle, I never found myself satisfied with that corrupted obsession I held. Impact will be no different. If there was anything I took away from these last several weeks, it wasn’t that his great has been great because even I, with what he might have taken, will not stand here and show such lacking respect. The taste of envy, the aromatic sense of resentment...it was all undeniable even being a world away. I get it, being second to Mr. DEDEDE at best throughout surely must leave you feeling insecure because that second place? It’s quite easy for someone to rise up and take it. There isn’t denying what I’ve accomplished, Imp. I’m not a bloke this company picked up in some acquisition, nobody knew my name in any capacity when I first came here, I didn’t have a rocket strapped to my back because I was relevant, popular or successful elsewhere. And in four fucking years I’ve cemented a legacy that rivals even yours. Four years is all it’s taken me and those four years didn’t exist in an era where World Championships didn’t change on a near monthly basis and this era I’ve spearheaded more than any other talent, being a World Champion fucking makes you something more than a meager flavour of the month personality. I mean I could sit here and piss into the wind over a series of reasons as to why you made the dumb cunt decision you made but I’ll only end up covered in piss and no closer to understanding it. I had this desire, Imp. For all those final days as champion, since King of Elite, it was this idea of validation. Validation in my place, validation in everything I aspired to become and thought I had became. And I saw that validation arriving at Pain For Pride against the man you’ve always trailed your entire career with the championship, the reign that you - for all your ‘greatness’ - could never achieve. Match of the Universe? Wouldn’t hold a candle to it but that’s just a dream for now and truly, I don’t seek that validation. If a ‘legend’ such as yourself found such a strong reason to cost me that reign I had built? I think that alone validates everything I desire without even a word needing to be uttered.

So if you’re worthless to me, then what’s the point of carrying on?

The Answers World Championship.

I could have been satisfied with what I’ve achieved. A litany of achievements squeezed into a short time frame making it only more and more remarkable; the first name pulled from the ballot of a Hall of Fame box. A cornerstone of this generation, an influencer, a leader that has shaped this company into what it is today. But Impact himself wouldn’t be gunning for #8reignz if he was ever satisfied. Mr. DEDEDE wouldn’t still be here if he was ever satisfied. Nobody is ever truly satisfied and it’s those who refuse to allow their foot to be lifted from the pedal who ascend to heights beyond mere championships. It’s quite impossible to argue that yet another World Championship added to my resume so soon after the last would bump my stock up considerably. To hold all three World Championships in the amount of time as the fingers you have on one hand. It’s unthinkable to so many, I’m sure even more would deem it an impossibility and yet those same voices sung in unison believing that my reign was never going to surpass Ares Vendetta’s and even when they did, they hung on every possibility that I would fall before the year had ended. What is deemed “impossible” and “unthinkable” are constraints that I simply do not abide by. It was even you, Impact, who told me no legend ever achieves anything on their own and yet here I am; decorated and legendary before your very eyes with it all achieved by my two hands. Perhaps I won’t be walking into Pain For Pride an even greater champion than I was prior to Brooklyn Heights, but a champion - nonetheless - I will be. Nobody is going to deny me my ascendance back to the throne. A field composing of men who were never anything special to begin with - no better represented than Carlos Rosso. One hit wonder World Champions whose glory days have come and swiftly passed them even if they refuse to realise the reality of their surroundings - perfectly defining one Mstislav. A flog who has spent almost an entire year breathing down the neck of the World Champion but lacks anything spectacular, anything special...something crucial to see his dreams become something he can hold in his hands - our ‘esteem’ King of Elite Theron Nikolas. And perhaps this isn’t Pain For Pride. Perhaps Pasadena is a far cry from the sands of Las Venas. Perhaps I can’t pin you to the canvas, but just like you weren’t going to stand in my way in my grand fantasy, you won’t stand between me and the Answers World Championship, DDD. And you can walk around in that ring as an even greater fairy than Fournier was and quite frankly still is, I’m still going to see through it all and see the bloke that I saw inside the Dynasty Elimination Chamber over a year ago. The same person I’ve wanted to face, to rival and to defeat since day one. I don’t rest on “potential”. I don’t rest on perhaps having that match sometime in the future because I could quite frankly be gone tomorrow and I think this company last week saw how true that statement is. If making a statement that I belong in the same discussion alongside yourself was what I had planned? Then denying you from achieving the goal you’ve set for this little game you’re playing will be enough.

Three time World Champion.

Within four years.

Dare to stop me.

From Grand Rampage, I will walk into my second straight Pain For Pride as World Champion and if poor old Impact wants to follow me to Dynasty, chase me once again to Pain For Pride, then the door is wide open and I’ll take immense pleasure in picking apart the myth that is your career. Of all the diamond threads that have been woven throughout my short career in this company, one of many has remained ever true. Jamie O’Hara is at his fucking best when he chases the World Championship. Xavier Williams couldn’t stop Jamie O’Hara from taking the EAW Championship. Jacob Senn couldn’t stop Jamie fucking O’Hara from taking the World Heavyweight Champion. And nobody ever believed it was a possibility a second time around. For all those who praise me for what I have become in the last twelve months, those same people didn’t believe I could do it in the first place. Grand Rampage can throw me a shit tier number - it could be number 1 - and I would make it my personal goal to throw 29 other cunts over the top rope myself. Nobody is going to stand between me and the AWC. Nobody is going to deny me another Pain For Pride where I prove that I am beyond any doubt the greatest of this generation and one of the greatest this company has seen. I have chased a legacy that is only ever seen once in a lifetime. I’ve chased a career that rivals the very best and I sit on the precipice of cementing it without question. THIS will be the final feather I will ever need in my cap. THIS will be a night - with the context of it all - that this company will remember.

I am that once in a lifetime talent. I am the Ace of this company. I am it’s heart, I am it’s blood, I am the fucking pulse that runs through it.

And I will be the Answers World Champion.

Glory. God damn fucking Glory...

...Jamie O’Hara

#8Reignz or #8Reigns......or #OctaReigns?

Not sure how that works.

- Cam will betray someone. Either Jamie or HBG. Her ambitions to be world champ is too much. (Twist she betrays Moongoose... GASP!!)

- Keelan will probably finally win a title.

- Gawd Complex and Bound by Fate (Love? whatever it is) will collide and Keelan and Madison will hire a third man to combat DEDEDE while they take on MJ and Astraea. That third man is Shim.... cough, sorry, something in my throat. Finnegan Wakefield, because Maddie said so.

- Y2Impact will return for #8Reignz

-Drake Jaeger will storm out of the arena if and when HBG loses her title and swim to Japan as he lets the moment sink in. It will take a month before he is set to return and commentate, because his contract requires him to, but until then, John Doe will be on commentary and no one will notice the difference.

-Sure, Nas will win a world title or something. Why not.

-Cam will drug Jamie by slipping something in his beer when they have a show in Vegas, cough- PFP Carnival, and get hitched without his knowing, and make Jamie sign the license making him Jamie Ava-O'Hara

-Not in character, but we will witness Lars struggle with the responsibility of growing up and efedding

-More stupid sh!t done by yours truly

-The next Pain for Pride FPV after Carnival will be announced to take place in Harlem.