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Re: OWA Promos November 8th 2020, 7:35 pm by **Eon Blue**

Olympus Promo 2:

Silence, Like a Cancer, Grows

Numbers never lie. Three times now I have been asked to offer the message of the Father Nathan Fiora to lost souls. To give them a chance to be saved, to find new meaning and new purpose. Three times, I have spoken the word as it has been told to me on how the Awakening can change your life and your fortune. The proof is in the pudding. Each and every member of the awakening is on a roll. A Roll that no one has been able to stop. We have swept the last several weeks on Atlantis and Olympus, racking up win after win. And I, the Honored Disciple have graciously offered not once, not twice, but now thrice, the chance to sit at our table. To be raised up from nothingness. Offers like this, they do not happen more than once in a person's lifetime. Hell, most of you would have better odds at the lottery than to have the offer to be a part of this movement.

However, for the third time in as many attempts, something strange has happened. Something my mind just can not seem to grasp the reality of. SOMETHING THAT IS DRIVING ME TO THE BRINK…Something that is showing the world just exactly what kind of people these men really are. Courtesy must be no longer given in our world. Normally when asked to join an event, you give an answer as to not stress the host if you will be arriving or not. A decency is normally shown, offering of a simple yes or no to the decision and giving the person who has asked what they need. I have offered a simple gift, a chance to join the Awakening and FOR THE THIRD TIME NOW...That offer has been met with nothing but silence. NOT A SINGLE YES OR NO OR LET ME THINK ON IT… Just Silence.

Silence is not golden, not in this instance. You see, there are consequences to decisions made. A Yes would of course give you the chance to be brought into the fold. We would bring you before Fiora, I’m sure like Myself and Noah you would be tested. A proof of loyalty would be a must, but there would already be a small layer of trust simply because you showed the interest. Now Declining the invitation. While not your best option, would at least open the door to some further conversation. We could perhaps discuss the why’s of your negative answer and work toward an understanding. Or, if no understanding could be reached you would have a full knowledge of the decision you have made and what would then have to happen. Yes of course I speak of the fact that you would be made an example of but that is something you would be prepared for after our bit of conversation. But instead there has been nothing. WE HAVE BEEN IGNORED. Cast away without a second's thought and excuse me for feeling a bit angered by this. It is only your salvation on the line. And like those from before this week, the punishment now becomes worse. The World saw what we did to Stark for not answering us. Ironico, at least spoke to us but DID NOT SPEAK OF THE OFFER TO HIM, and he too, on his OWA Debut no less was made an example of.

And now, now we have offered the hand of friendship to Baba Yaga. Baba, do you not see why we came to you. Like Myself, Mark, Noah, you have been put through the ringer of late. Betrayals, heart break, bad beats have littered your existence. I gave you a chance to take a step out of that perpetualness. I brought to you a salvation that could have turned your life around. And you dare to SLAP ME IN THE FACE..by not even answering me. I am so disappointed in this turn of events. The Father, he is disappointed as well. And while Disappointing me is one thing, the Sin of disappointing the Father. I had hoped that it would not have to come to this. I actually like you Baba Yaga, I thought you would be quite the addition, I told Father Fiora as much. That is why I was given permission to ask you in the first place. And perhaps in a way I understand. You have been through so much, your mind is so clouded by your experiences that the beautiful forest I brought you too, you can't see through the shaded trees blocking your path. But unfortunately, none of that matters now.

Now, now all that matters is making you understand why your sins must be punished. It is not a task I take joy in Baba Yaga. But it must be done nonetheless. I must now walk into Olympus and put you down. All because you chose to ignore the offer. And now that I sit back and see you for what you are. I am left wondering if all of the troubles you have had are like this moment, your fault. It is your fault John Doe turned on you, it is your fault Stark walked away, it is your fault that the Phantom Troupe is going to demolish what is left of you when I am done. And it is your fault that I must not show the world ONE MORE TIME, what crossing the Awakening will do to you.

I try to understand why my words, why my offer keeps being met with this silence. With THIS CHOICE TO IGNORE ME...I am starting to understand however, why I am trusted to bring the offer and to handle what happens when that offer is not accepted. Week after week, I set examples for The Father. This week will be different, simply because as requested I am evolving. A new arsenal is at my fingers and I plan on unleashing it all on you Baba Yaga. You will wind up regretting ever ignoring me, ever denying the Awakening. And in case you may be wondering, the offer no longer stands. You closed all communication off by NOT ANSWERING ME. Yes, I feel scorned, I feel jaded. I am simply tired of being looked over by the likes of You, Stark, EVERY DAMN MEMBER OF THIS ROSTER…

I am not the harbinger any more. I have seen why my original message was not one that this world needed. Taken into the fold and under the wing of Nathan Fiora, Myself, and my brothers have grown. Now Baba because of your insolence, My path opens, and I take flight for the Openweight Championship. I know a few others have also been granted this opportunity. But they all lack something that I have.

Faith.

Faith in my abilities, faith in the words of The Father. Faith that I am doing the work needed to secure not just my, but all members of the Awakenings Future. Civil War is fast approaching, so Baba, on Olympus I make your heart break yet again by denying you the chance to even sniff at another championship. I will send you further down the rabbit hole you are already in. I will claim my chance to bring gold to MY SHOULDER. I will make Father Fiora proud. It will be at your expense. Just imagine how all of this could have been avoided. All it would have took was a simple gesture from you. Now I will be candid, even if you would had vocalized not wanting to join us, you would still be in this position. But had you said yes. You would have been a made man. Now you will simply be nothing. Nothing but this week's example of the Awakening’s movement. Our path is forward. Ever growing, ever changing, and ALWAYS on top. We could have been your brotherhood. The ones you need to right your trajectory and raise you from this melancholy you have fallen into. It would have been special. I had hoped it would be at least. Now you must suffer. My hands will be looking for your blood. The tears you shed as you look upon me, begging me to let you in, allow you that chance you squandered. I will bow my head with you and pray. Pray to The Father for your forgiveness, that he open his heart for a lost soul. I will ask for mercy on your behalf. But know this Baba Yaga, no mercy will be shown. Not to you, not to your ignorance. YOU CHOSE TO BE SILENT. This is your atonement. This is what you wanted by making your decision. You made your bed, now lay in it. You are about to learn this lesson Baba Yaga, and soon everyone will know this truth. EVERYONE.

Michael Bishop and The Banshee have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 8th 2020, 7:22 pm by **Bobby Wheeler**

Nate Cage

7.59

Nate sits in a heap in his study. His eyes are red, his clothes a mess. It looks as though he has been crying for hours. There is no emotion housed in his expression, just an empty, black hole of passive rage.

Pain, pain is all this year has brought me. I lose my father to death’s iron grip, and now I find out my uncle is gone as well. A freak accident. Something that could have happened to anyone. And yet, it happens to me. What is it? Penance for all my sins? A cruel joke from the universe? All I know is my heart is broken and there is no power on the planet that can repair it. I have done nothing but pore over my life and what the fuck is my endgame here? To be some big, bad boogeyman? To be OWA’s mad dog that gets let off the leash when someone needs to be taught a lesson? No, that was never what I wanted. What I wanted was fear, respect, and accolades. What I wanted never came. And until I manifest it for myself, people are going to levy their false accusations at me like they know the first fucking thing about who I am.

Nobi, you disgust me. Everything about you just makes me remember why I enjoy hurting people in the way I do. Ever the optimist, aren’t you? You have a connection with the people that spurs you on to be the saviour. You are the one who will deliver us from evil, right? I am intrigued to see how you are going to make this happen. The past is the past, I never targeted you in those Clash matches for any particular reason. It was every man for himself and nobody knows more about keeping to yourself than I do. Yes, I tore down the walls of Wolvesden that constrained me. That was always my ambition and I willed it into existence. Ground Zero? Two promising young warriors who wandered astray, it is what it is. I do not recall ever even talking to Hans Olsen, so your apology for taking him out is not accepted or acknowledged.

Keelan Callihan is behind me and you should not fool yourself into thinking otherwise. All I had to do was prove to myself that I was able to defeat him. I did that. I did it EMPHATICALLY. And when we face off for the third time, I will come with all the rage and spite that I have built up in the last year. But this is not about Keelan and it isn’t about you. Wherever your notion of me not caring about being God of War has come from, you need to avoid getting your radical ideas from there again. What do you know of war? I was in the first ever God of War tournament and I came within a whisper of winning it. I was never supposed to be in that final. The machine was behind Jeff X, it was behind Isaac Thornton, and I dismantled the very foundations on which their careers were constructed. I finally have the chance to correct one of my few mistakes. To become the first ever two-time finalist and win that medallion. I can then dictate a world title shot on MY terms and claim my prize. That is what I want, and you have no idea what lengths I am willing to go to to make it happen.

You are not some obstacle for me to get past to face Keelan, you are a bug. An insect for me to crush under my boot as I have done with so many people before me. Because while you stand for all that is good, for all that is sacred, I stand for something purer. The Devil…how many times must we go over this? Do the things I do look like the actions of a pretender? I died in the ring and returned. I have done nothing but hurt those deemed “good” by traditional standards. Apparently, that is not enough. No, it is all just a nickname and an act to people like you. Dragging opponents through glass, electrocuting them, surviving unfathomable pain, that was all for show, wasn’t it? I was just putting on a façade for the people so they could lap up the bad guy’s antics. And you have the balls to call me brainless. I have not seen such a stunning lack of critical thought in my life. You are nothing, Nobi, you are less than nothing. You are a black hole of parodical performance art. What exactly have you done to make this place brighter? What of your noble qualities have you endowed Olympus with? The world championship is on a man just as sick as I am, and he’s embroiled in a war with a delusional psychopath. The Television Title is being held hostage by a brainwashed rookie. You lost your tag team title to a group of potheads with the assistance of Cheech and Chong, for fuck’s sake. All you have brought to this place is mockery. Mockery of the title picture and a mockery of professional wrestling.

The people I have hurt did indeed return from what I put them through. Taking them out of the equation altogether was never the plan. What kind of a plan would that be? If I removed everyone from the field, there would not be anyone left for me to destroy. All I need to do is plant that seed of paranoia. The pain I put people through never goes away. It festers like an open wound. They are forever changed by the Hell they experience. Are you ready to be added to that list, Nobi? No, of course you are not. You do not think about that. You wistfully breeze through life, stopping to smell every rose you see before getting hit in the face with reality. I am tired of watching you step up to the plate for no reason other than the fact that you are well-liked. World title shots, countless undue opportunities, and now this? I cannot let you become God of War, that would be the biggest failure of my career. Nobi does not get to reach the final. He does not even get out of the starting block. He lies down while I crush him and move the fuck on with my life. There is no version of this story where you emerge the hero. You are here to die and die you shall. I have been down this road before; you will not be the first body left on the trail.

Re: OWA Promos November 8th 2020, 3:56 pm by Keelan Callihan

There are many reasons as to why I do the things that I do.

It’s because I can.

There is nobody else on this roster who can negotiate the way that I can. There is nobody else in this company that can manipulate people the way that I can. I wish I figured out I could do this sooner, because the last few weeks I have been out here getting exactly what I want. I managed to squirm my way into this God of War tournament during my contract negotiations with Aren Mstislav, and when I win this whole thing, that Omega Heavyweight Championship is mine. I know there are not a whole lot of people in the back or fans in the stands that like me, but my value to this company has remained incredibly high to the point that I was able to negotiate a new contract with the perks that I wanted. I may have signed a new contract, but why will that still prevent me from walking out of this company with that championship? The way I see it, I still hold all the cards. I have my new contract in my possession should any higher-up or member of the board of directors attempt to fall back on any of these new perks I have asked for. This has happened so many times in the past, and I am done being fucked around. I’ve been promised title opportunities here and in past promotions, and General Managers and men in charge have pulled my name out of these said opportunities because I was apparently “not ready” or “not the right guy for the shot” or “they wanted to go in another direction.” To those blokes I say, go fuck yourselves. I’ve been ready for years. I’ve been the right guy for years. The only direction you needed to go was in mine. I could have saved your brands. Kingdom used to thrive when I was on top of the mountain there, now it’s the third rate show behind Olympus and Odyssey!

Funny how that works, huh?

Wherever I go, quality follows. I know people feel like they walk on eggshells around me, and that’s the kind of intimidation I know I bring to the ring. You think a guy like Teddy Mac could hold a fucking candle to my talents? He doesn’t. He knows he doesn’t. However, the record books will tell a different story. The last time the two of us shared a ring, we were on opposite teams as Carlos Rosso and I defended the tag titles against him and Nobi. They won because my mind was elsewhere. My mind was worrying about Finnegan Wakefield rather than our championship match. I’m a big enough man to admit my faults and my mistakes. It’s something that I have always done. I am the reason we lost that match. I am the sole reason Carlos Rosso and I lost our tag team championships not even 40 days into holding them. I may very well be the reason Zaibatsu exists no longer. My past faults make my future success. Teddy Mac KNOWS that this is the biggest match of his career, and a victory against me would skyrocket him to higher success, releasing the anchor that has been holding him down in Nobi. Teddy, this God of War tournament has made rising stars cemented main eventers. I’ve been a cemented main eventer for years. A guy like me hasn’t entered a tournament like this before. I am here to ruin all the rising stars in this company’s dream of potentially becoming a world champion here, because my desires are far greater than those who are lesser than me. This includes you. Should Nobi find a victory over Nate Cage this coming Olympus too, I’ll beat him too. Teddy Mac you may be some hero to these fans and to these kids but they don’t see who you truly are and that is a joke of a human being. You may be talented, but you are one of the blandest blokes I think I have ever known. There is nothing about you that makes you particularly exciting to anybody. There is nothing about you that makes you stand out from the rest. All you are is just another matchstick in the box, passed over by other individuals who ignite their flame brighter than you could ever dream of. The reason you are loved as much as Nobi is because crowds are just as bland as you are. They see that you’ve had a regular life, and they can relate to that. And speaking of your partner, you do not need to be tied to Nobi. You are bigger than he ever could be, and this is a man who has main evented OWA pay-per-views and challenged for world championships. That dude oozes charisma but he sure as shit doesn’t ooze talent. You ooze both. After you eat this loss on Olympus, hopefully I make you see this a little brighter. Maybe you won’t be regular.

One thing I know for sure is, I sure as shit will be qualifying. This tournament is mine and mine alone to win. That Omega Heavyweight Championship will soon be around my waist.

THE KILLER IS COMING.

Re: OWA Promos November 8th 2020, 11:51 am by **VaeVictisBD**

No Easy Mark

"The Prodigal Son" Finnegan Wakefield

"Being labelled as the past is an arrogant slap in the face, especially when you’re nowhere near done defining the future.

The designation of Ace gets thrown around so carelessly, sometimes I think the definition gets lost among the back and forth of self-entitlement. It is a status that belongs to he who is proven as the face of the promotion -- something your tenure too short and results too few to be titled as such. It made for a clever analogy, and I am quite fond of those myself, but with all due respect, the ace is not in the current cards you hold. That is not who you are here. Sure, in the “Home of the Elite” we allude to, you claimed their top prize, something I didn’t do, but you weren’t the ace there. They sure weren’t going to treat you as it. WWH is full of racist cunts so… that’s really all the insight I have for that particular talking point. And as far as SSW is concerned? Well, it seems that belonged to whoever held the belt in that last year, and that has been a bit of a revolving door of who gets to claim that to say the least. A little bit of confidence never hurt anybody, but a little preemptive-assumptions of ones own worth against others, that tends to strike a nerve. And I will be completely open and transparent with you Noah; coming in hot and calling yourself The Ace is a raw nerve of mine to touch. Because, and anyone can debate me on this, I was the ace of the OWA in its infancy. And yes, that is past tense -- I was the ace some years ago in an OWA that has since far evolved into a much more treacherous land of peaks and valleys to which I have seen my fair share. And losing that status was perhaps the darkest valley of them all. At the time, maybe it was too soon for me to have stepped up and claimed it. Perhaps I was not yet conditioned enough for the struggles that came with that territory. Or perhaps I simply was not yet strong enough to carry the expectations of an entire company on my shoulders -- these are the little “what if’s” and “what could have been’s” that have been plaguing me ever since I lost the right to call myself the Ace. In the end, the questions of if I was ever really worthy of it became rhetorical and redundant. No one can take away from me the fact that I had earned it. Even when the cracks began to show. Even when the pressure broke me down entirely -- something that I will always be ashamed of as I had let so many people down in the process. None greater than me.

So you could not be more wrong when you say I have nothing left to prove.

I have the world to prove. It’s just not the world that I have to prove it to. To be in that position again, to rise to the occasion, to prove that I am a better man worthy of that title. That is a personal redemption. I have been putting everything I am into getting closer to that goal, inch by bloody inch, win after grueling win. This Olympus is the next step towards said redemption. While I respectfully and firmly disagree that you have the right to call yourself Ace, I am not blind to the credentials you have to be a future one. I don’t doubt that in the slightest. You’re one hell of a competitor, a sharp-tongued talker, and your accolades show that you’re not a competitor to ever underestimate. And I wouldn’t dare underestimate the fact beating you in the middle of a ring anywhere in the world would be a difficult task. But that is what I live for, Noah. I live to face difficult tasks, fight strong opponents -- fight competitors of your caliber and find a way to win. When you’ve got something to prove, there’s nothing greater than a challenge and that is what you present me with. A man who has traveled the world and became a champion everywhere he set foot, an opponent willing to give me the fight of his life -- a challenge like Noah Fucking Reigner. But if you think I am questioning myself, doubt myself even the smallest percentage -- news flash mate -- you don’t know me half as well as you think you do. Because I own up to my defeats, because I acknowledge my failures, don’t mistake that for any kind of doubt in my mind that I will defeat the likes of you. To you, I will prove to be no easy mark. This, being in the crosshairs of a high profile opponent, is the pressure that I love to be under. The metaphorical shot in the arm that brings out the best in Finnegan Wakefield when in that ring. Because victory, even with no physical prize on the line, no accolade that will line a Wikipedia page at stake, holds a more personal value that transcends silver and gold. It’s a paragraph in your story where you face a great pushback and you either succumb to it or overcome it. That is what this match means to me.

When the scribes of history look back on my career, names like Noah Reigner are going to be milestones to the next level I reach.

Respect is acknowledging that you’re one of the best going today. Respect is that feeling after the dust has settled, you accept the result knowing it was against a worthy adversary. But respect won’t have me pull any strikes. It won’t have me tilt at the thought of dropping you on your head with a suplex. It won’t have me hesitate to twist one of -- if not multiple -- limbs until you pass out from the pain or tap out to the agony. You’re right, there is a counter to every hold a submission-based expert applies. But what makes an expert a master of his craft is by making those escapes not only incredibly difficult to find, but to have the ability to adapt to those situations where they find them. Brains and level-headedness, these are admirable qualities against an expert. But at the risk of sounding arrogant, I am a master of breaking those qualities down and having opponents figured out to a science. Brains and level-headedness only get you so far when the only thought going through your mind is the feeling of muscles tearing, consciousness fleeting, and that fight or flight instinct becomes a losing battle. And I should know this, I have made greats of this sport tap out -- even those who deemed themselves unbreakable. I can tell you with all honesty, you are no exemption. Giving me anything less than every ounce of willpower you can muster, that is the ace in the hole for me. And while you seem to take offense to my statement, to my challenge for you to give me the fight of your life, I don’t think you fully comprehend what I mean by that. It is not to be taken as a redundant request of you. Because I do expect you to take me seriously, take me as the threat that I am to you, to see me as the man to beat for you to leave your mark -- things you have already proclaimed. What I request doesn’t belittle that, nor belittle you. I am not asking you to give me a typical hard-fought match with Noah Reigner. I am not asking you to give me some arbitrary percentage of your best efforts when in a match with high ramifications. Noah, I am even asking you for anything at this point. I am telling you, man to man, I want to stand across the ring from a Noah Reigner that next level above the one that I have been hearing so much about these past years. I am telling you, beseeching you, to give me a new peak to climb, a new elite to tackle -- I am telling you to give me the fight of not just your life but mine. I want to be pushed to my limit come Olympus. No -- I want, after that bell rings, to be pushed to that next step beyond my threshold to beat you. It’s true, I see you as one of the best wrestlers in the world right now. But after all these years of comparisons, all the hype of what a Wakefield versus Reigner match would amount to the time it came to be, I plan to not only live up to it — I plan to exceed beyond it. I want there to be no room for an excuse to be made of the outcome; that the winner was the better man and took the other to his very limit to achieve it.

Take aim, Noah. Line up your kill shot. Just don’t expect yourself capable of shooting me down.

You want this victory more than me. Who decided that? You have everything to prove, while I have nothing to lose. Who are you to decide that, Noah? My reputation, my legacy, who are you to decide those are not on the line for me? You know and tell of my heart, something you say is equal to that of yours, and you question what is on the line for me in this match? I would never, not in your most loose understanding of who I am, put nothing on the line when I am in the ring. As for you, you’re going to put it out there for the universe that losing this match kills your legitimacy. That falling on Olympus means that everything you’ve done, everything you’ve accomplished is squandered because I was the guy who stood in your way of making this big mark on the face of the OWA so early into your tenure. That sounds like writing ones own self-fulfilling prophecy if you ask me. If being defeated at my hand brings about all this doubt, all this self-sabotage for your career, you’re planning far too much for your own failure. You’re chalking all your past success to luck. There is no factor of luck involved here. There is no shame in the outcome that occurs. Noah, when we’re in that ring it is two men who are the best in the game today showing their heart in the brutal story of combat. I am going to hit you as hard as I can. And you will do the same in kind. Be it suplexes, strikes, submissions, or the use of weapons as this stipulation allows -- the only certainty is that the strongest willpower will prevail in the end. And I intend for that to be me. There is no shame in that. And hypothetically speaking, should the results be the opposite, I can’t say I would find shame in that either. But I am not going to hang my hat on a hypothetical. Bruised, bloody, and at the edge of consciousness -- when the dust settles and the better man has won, I know I will shake your hand out of sheer respect for putting me through a war of attrition. But in that moment, I promise you, you’re not going to be able to perceive me as the past of OWA. I am not a gatekeeper standing idle for you to topple. I am Finnegan fucking Wakefield; not a king but a journeyman -- the standard-bearer for the future on the same path towards becoming the ace and being remembered as such. You can fire upon me on Olympus, but you can not stop me.

I am far from bulletproof.

But I don’t die easy."

Aria Jaxon, Mav., The Banshee and Noah Reigner have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 8th 2020, 4:56 am by **Nobi**

Some people have asked me how I feel about Nate Cage considering the two times we meet at Clash of Titans 2019 and 2020 respectively.

Because he kicked me in a dick last year and he stabbed me with a piece of Caine earlier this year but to tell you the truth, I feel nothing about it.

Yes, maybe I do have a right to be angry to him but none of the stunts he pulled off has given me a reason to be angry because the two times he did those things aren't even close to the worst things that happen to me in my pro wrestling career.

So if anyone think that I hate Nate Cage, the answer is no. If anything, I do feel sorry for him because he was surrounded by a lot of friends once and then he is acting like a maniac now because he feels so lonely. He tries his best to hide his sadness but he still feels alone. I mean, I'm sure he wishes he has some back-up to teach Keelan Callihan a lesson but he has to get his own hands dirty now to do that whether he likes it or not.

I mean, I'm sure everyone remember the day when Nate Cage betrayed Kenny Drake and The Wolvesden only to form Ground Zero but Ground Zero is no longer exist and it feels like they just disappeared out of nowhere and at least that's what happened to Donny Dragon and James Anderson. I'm sorry that I had to take out Hans Olsen, Nate Cage, but he betrayed me and I kicked him out from OWA and made him disappeared too.

Now let me be honest with you. You're a good wrestler. One of the best in OWA that hasn't won a world title yet and who knows if you're going to win the God of War Tournament? I feel like you deserve to win it but only if you act like a true gentleman.

I mean hey, I don't expect you to act like a pro wrestler considering how barbaric you are but I do feel sorry for you that you're wasting your talents away to get what you want. But that's not who you are right, Cage? You don't care about anything and everything do you? You don't act like a Professional for almost your entire career here do you? Hell, I don't even think you want to win the God of War. You just want to do something funny because that's what you're going to do to me. But I can assure you, Nate Cage, you won't be able to kill me because as I have said, everything you have done not just to me but to everyone else as well in your entire career have been nothing but child pranks. Kenny Drake eventually came back after you pulled your stunt. Finnegan Wakefield is still here and as a matter of fact he is in Olympus with us right now. Your little Sister, Natalie Cage is doing great in Odyssey. You're having a hard time to get rid of Keelan. I won the Tag Team Championship right away after you stabbed me with a piece of caine. Layne Kurobane might not be in OWA anymore but he is still in Wrestleworld actually. So really, I don't remember who did you actually push to Hell because you failed to get rid any of your targets. I'm sorry, but I fail to see you as The Devil because all I see is just a brainless bitch.

Maybe you wish you are The Devil but in my opinion, it's just a nick-name you're using to convince yourself as one but as I said, you're really not. Yes you're Ruthless but not good enough to be The Devil because your oh so-called "victims" are always able to crawl back and be able to stand on their own two feets again. The truth sure does hurt doesn't it, Cage?

Are you going to kick me in the dick again? Stabbing me with a piece of Caine for the second time? I bet you want to do them again to test your theory because all you did to me after you did them were just tossing me out. Are you sure you can pin me 1-2-3 after you pull those stunts again? Are you willing to try them again against me? Are you brave enough to do them again to knock me out? Well I have to remind you, Nate Cage, you better do them carefully if you really want to do it because otherwise, I'll get a victory.

Hey, we both don't know which matches will be held first. Would it be me vs you first or would it be Teddy Mac vs Keelan first? To be honest, I'd love to wrestle either of them again because as much as I love Teddy, we have traded punches at Hardcore Havoc. I know how good Keelan is as well and would love to face off against him for the second time because no matter what, I want to win The God of War Tournament.

But as I said, I don't think that's what you really want. You want Keelan instead. That's all you want. Your motivation in this God of Tournament is Keelan only. Would you attack Keelan in his match against Teddy just like how you did it in the last Olympus? As I said, I don't know which matches would be held first but your head clearly isn't for this tournament, I'll do you a favor by beating you.

Because unlike you, Nate Cage. I want to win this tournament. I want to win a big one. If I'm able to have my SSW Puroresu World Heavyweight Championship until Final Destination 3, I might become a Double World Champion and the closest thing to do that is by winning this God of Tournament. I'm more motivated. Loss after loss hurt me. It really does. But I will always keep trying until I win. You might want to bury me or kill me but let me remind you, I'm here for a reason and not for a season and that is to be a world champion. Yes, I'm having one finally, but it's not OWA's and as I said, it would feel good to have two worlds in your hands.

The White Knight is a nick-name that given by the fans for I suppose my never say die attitude. The Privateer isn't a nick-name but rather a position that I held in SSW to protect them.

And now I'm going to protect OWA from the so call Devils likes of you with my never say die attitude.

And that's The God of War to you.

The Banshee has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 7th 2020, 3:45 pm by **Noah Reigner**

“The fight of my life.

That was all you were ever going to get from me. To think I would go into this match, a match of epic proportions like this, half-cocked? Then Finn, you don’t know me at all. If you allowed the thought of me not giving one hundred percent keep into your mind for one single, solitary second - then you are not the smart, forward thinking opponent I thought you would be. And that? That would diminish you to being exactly like everyone else that I step up against and underestimates me, my strategy or my intentions.

I’ve made my career on being that guy that ‘upsets’ people who are perceived ‘bigger’ than I am. I’ve made my career upsetting established stars, all because they have gone that route of thinking I won’t give the match in front of me my all. The resiliency and fight that I bring to the match took every opponent by surprise and they all ended up on the wrong side of the Kill Shot. Don’t become one of those easy marks, Finn.

You said it yourself; you see me as one of the best wrestlers in the world - just as I see the same in you. But the difference is, I don’t have to stand in front of this camera and make a statement like ‘give me the fight of your life’, because I already know you were going to do it. I already knew it, because you and I are almost the same person. We both thrive off of the pressure of big, high-stake matches. We both give it our all every time we step into the ring - and that is why we’re as decorated, and as revered as we are.

You’re not wrong, though. You are the Measuring stick. I openly admitted that you are the living, breathing embodiment of the OWA. And that is precisely why I’m gunning for you as I am.

Because I know that in order to make an impression in OWA, in order to leave my mark, I have to go after the guy. It’s the same mindset you should have anytime you enter a new anything; a wrestling promotion is no different. Beating up on Jacob Senn and the Phantom Troupe, while that would be an accomplishment - it’s not exactly breathtaking. Beating Finnegan Wakefield? That is something that people will notice. That is something that will be remembered. And just as it was in ‘the home of the Elite’, SSW, WWH and any other company I stepped foot into; my goal is … to be remembered.

Despite the fact that our names have been dragged through the mud and we’ve been made out as failures and flukes; the simple fact that our names are still brought up is a shining example of the impact we left on the wrestling industry.

The fact is; I am remembered in every company I’ve stepped foot into and I did not gain that status by accepting opponents who were only mediocre. I swung above my presumed ‘weight class’. And everyone who was considered to be ‘above me’, ended up underneath my boots. Finn, respect aside, I intend to do the very same to you. See, you have nothing to lose in this match. Your legacy and reputation in the OWA will remain intact win, lose or draw. Me, on the other hand? I have everything to lose, and everything to gain. I have no reputation in OWA. All I have are stories from companies past. No one in OWA has seen - with their own eyes - what I am capable of or what I can do in the ring. Everyone hears stories about Noah Reigner’s brilliance in the ring, but until they see it in front of their eyes - I’m just that. A story. A fond memory of a ‘good match’ once upon a time ago.

I lose this match? My OWA career is pretty much dead in the water. My first chance at someone legitimate, at someone established, and I blow it? Consider everything I’ve worked for up to this point, long gone. I lose this match? And every doubter, every hater, every IWC nerd who ever said ‘Noah Reigner is just a flash in the pan who was lucky a handful of times’ is proven to be right.

I will not allow that to happen. That was never even an outcome in my mind. The only thing I have been thinking about; the only thing I have been focused on - is winning this match.

Because when I win, all of those stories that the OWA faithful and roster have heard about me from past companies - they become real life. When I win, all of the doubt is washed away and all of the hate vanishes. When I win, Noah Reigner’s name becomes synonymous with the OWA just as it has been to every other company I’ve stepped foot into. When I win, I will be proven to be a legitimate threat in this company because I will have just defeated the end-all be-all. The Prodigal Son. The ‘King’ of the OWA.

The Phantom Troupe and all of that bullshit aside, there is nothing more that I want at this present time in my OWA stay than to get that win that pushes me above the line of ‘visitor’. In my mind, anyone can join any company - but it isn’t until they push themselves to their limit, it isn’t until they get that big win, that they are taken seriously. You have to have that moment that makes people stop and say, ‘Holy shit, this man is for real.’ before you’re considered a true part of the company. Until then? You’re just a visitor. Someone testing the waters. That is why the revolving door for this company, and any company for that matter - continues to spin. People coming in, thinking they’re hot shit, only to lose the first time they’re truly challenged - and then they depart.

I am no visitor.

I will fight tooth and nail, with everything that I have, in order to prove that. To prove that I belong here. In order to prove that Tarah Moore didn’t make a mistake when she signed me.

Your track record speaks for itself, Finn. You’ve accomplished everything that you’ve set out to accomplish and more. And those two attributes combined; that may intimidate people. Not me. I’ve never been a man to back down from a challenge. It didn’t matter if I had Evelyn Ridley and Cameron Church backing me, or not. I’ve always stepped up. You are, perhaps, the biggest challenge I’ve had to date. That’s not to discredit anyone I’ve beaten in the past, because once I’ve beaten them, I’ve looked ahead for something bigger.

You made the comparison to conquering mountains and I was inevitably going to find my way to ‘Everest’, that being you. And you’re right. I’ve conquered every other mountain to date, and I look to do the same to you. It doesn’t matter what type of match it is. Straight up, or this Sticks and Stones match. My intentions are the same no matter the stipulation, or lack thereof. To defeat you and to conquer the next ‘mountain’ in my way. Whether or not extreme-variant matches are my so-called ‘wheelhouse’ doesn’t matter. This could have been a 60 minute iron man match, with submissions being the only deciding factor - and I STILL would come at you with everything that I had. With every intention of winning.

A shared intention with you, it seems.

I’m not shocked at the way you’re coming into this match. I knew you would be looking to rebound from your title loss in a big way, and not to toot my own horn - but a win over Noah Reigner is a pretty big deal - some would say. But no one is questioning your abilities. You go on about having to prove yourself as a fighter, that you are talented and all of this - but no one questioned that, not for even a minute. I’m not shocked you want to win this, but feeling the need to defend your abilities and skill is off putting. Who are you trying to convince? Me; someone who didn’t question them at all? Or yourself; someone who’s coming off of a big loss and is maybe self-deprecating? I get it, Finn. Every athlete comes to a point in their career where they question themselves, where they are overly critical of themselves. I’ve hit those points, just like almost everyone else. But Finn; if you think I’m going to let you have this match so you can rebuild your self confidence, you have another thing coming.

No matter how much you think you need to win this match, I need to win it that much more.

And if you’re coming into this match in your own head, questioning yourself - looking to use this match as a way to remind yourself that you’re talented, then I’ve already won. A man who questions his own abilities is rarely in the position to ever win. A man who’s hesitant to pull the trigger, usually is the person who ends up with the Kill Shot buried right between their eyes.

Make no mistake about it, Finn. I’m coming to drive the dagger into your heart. I feel for you, losing your title - and clearly questioning yourself; but like I’ve said a couple of times now - respect ends when the bell rings. After that, it’s you versus me. The past means absolutely nothing once the match begins. Your titles in OWA, your track record, our accomplishments elsewhere - they are irrelevant. All that matters after that bell rings, is who lands the strikes - who executes the maneuvers - and who attacks the quickest. What it comes down to is drive, dedication, determination and heart. And you can ask anyone I’ve been in the ring with. From Jacob Senn, to Graham Baker, to Aria Jaxon - I have more heart than most in this industry.

Maybe only matched in that department … by you.

That’s why I said that this match was going to be a five-star classic. That’s why I said this match was going to be a match of the year candidate. Neither one of us ever voluntarily gives up. Neither one of us backs down. So I know when that bell rings on Olympus, both of us are going to do whatever we can in order to win this match. I know that the both of us are going to go to hell and back in order to win. I’ve been to hell, Finn. I’ve made that trip and back, and I’m willing to do it all over again.

How is that for giving you the fight of my life?

I don’t like having my intentions questioned, especially after I laid them all out for the entire world to hear. I laid it all out for you, Finn - but I’ll do it again for you. My intentions are to beat you, it’s that simple. I’m using this match to let everyone in the OWA know that Noah Reigner is legitimate.

And, as I said, I will stand in the center of the ring after the match and shake your hand - because at the end of the day, an athlete of your calibre deserves respect. Someone who’s become one of the pillars of the OWA deserves that respect.

I honor and respect the past of the OWA. Finnegan, you represent the past of the OWA. But now it’s time for the past to recognize the future. I represent the future of the OWA.

I’ll see you at Olympus.”

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, Mav. and Elijah Hampton have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 6th 2020, 11:58 pm by **Emmanuelle**

The New Order of Things

April had officially joined Shin-SEKAI and turned her back on Diantha Rosso. She could see the scorn of the fans and feel the tension with her fellow roster members. It was a decision not taken lightly, but a decision that she felt was completely justified. Shin-SEKAI and her seemed like the oddest of fits aside from her friendship with Revy, but at the urging of Revy she would meet the kindred spirit in the organization that she desperately craved to meet. Now, as she prepares for a weekend of Double Duty in the OWA, April introduces her new manager: Shin-SEKAI’s Camille Mashima.

Coward.

Karen.

Hypocrite.

Liar.

Entitled.

Complainer.

Betrayer.

Malcontent.

Underachiever.

These are the comments I’ve been forced to sift through the past few weeks. This is the price of standing up for what I know in my heart is right. Not surprising many of these came from my Odyssey opponent and that will be addressed in the ring. It does me nothing to speak on such an insect of a woman any further than I have, so I have decided to take this time to address a far more important business item on my agenda: the match I have on Atlantis. As some of you are aware, I’ve been on Atlantis a lot in the past few months. Most of you may remember the draw that I had with one of the reigning world champions, some may remember me and Diantha running over a couple of no-name gentlemen. I know some of you probably look back on me losing to Aria Jaxon with great satisfaction in retrospect, but we all saw what happened there and I don’t have to go into details about how tainted that was.

Atlantis is the homeland I never wanted but was given to me anyway. I was more than happy on Odyssey, tearing the house down with the best talent in the world week after week. But then it stopped being week after week. Hell, I’m lucky if I’m on an Odyssey once every two months wrestling now. “But April...the roster is so big now! You can’t wrestle all the time!” Look at me. Look at the people that I have defeated just in 2020 alone here. Matsuda and all her paper mache belts couldn’t stand up to me, Morrighan with all her tricks got put to sleep. You remember when the Void was a thing, yes? Two of those women were TWICE my size….I beat them both with ease. And of course, one of the Odyssey pillars, Natalie Cage. When you have someone capable of doing this kind of work, shouldn’t they be wrestling on your broadcast every single chance you get to put them on?

Viola DeMarco doesn’t think so.

But, what she thinks is no longer relevant. I have recently sent a demand to OWA’s front office. I will compete as often as possible and my competition will be the best on offer from any of OWA’s brands. I will wrestle on Odyssey and Atlantis as often as it takes for me and the point that I have to take hold. And what is that point?

That this isn’t all about me. That I’m not glory hunting. That I’m not trying to finesse my way into a WORLD Championship match. Natalie Cage is correct. I had my opportunity in my OWA debut to take the World title. And I blew it against Azumi Goto...just to demonstrate how cruel that was, in our six match series as singles wrestlers, that was one of her two wins. The other was her last Odyssey match. This isn’t about a title chase, but making sure there is a level playing field and fair opportunities. My resume as of late is unimpeachable in comparison to the people daring to speak my name. The women that I have aligned with have even more serious grievances. I see everyone in the world “claiming” that they deserve a shot at the Goddesses Championship. Why isn’t Revy in that conversation? Why isn’t Llorona getting a look at the Outlaw or Openweight titles?

Why does Jonetta Stone have to go through hell just to win a cup to get a title shot when people like Natalie Cage come back from vacation and get a title match, Diantha Rosso gets the sympathy of the ignorant masses and gets title match after title match after title match, and Niki Khan just randomly appears and wins the world title off a broken, weakened Diantha that I SOFTENED UP FOR HER AND MADE HER TRIUMPH POSSIBLE?! Jonetta could easily take the championship when she pleases, but we’re about a long term strategy.

And everyone knows what I want. I don’t care if Eon Blue or Aria Pink or Matsuda Magenta or Roxy Violet Blonde wins that title, the OWA Openweight Championship is calling out for a true champion. I’ve asked for the mantle and OWA continues to ignore what I have pleaded for. So what am I going to do on Atlantis? The same thing that I’ve promised to do on Odyssey. I will beat down every man, woman, child, animal and inanimate object on this fucking planet until I’m given what I asked for or I’ve taken it by force. As for my opponents on Atlantis? Heh. You’re not worth wasting my oxygen on. So, thanks to Shin-SEKAI, I have a new ally to help me combat the injustice I see here. One of the most feared deathmatch wrestlers in Japan for a time, she’s the spouse of MAELSTROM, the right hand of Moongoose McQueen and now my chief advisor and esteemed colleague: Camille Mashima.

When I first met April, I thought she was a bit full of herself. She carries herself with the air of an aspiring dictator, but she’s willing to listen. She understands now that the methods that she was using before playing nice and “working hard” and not making any trouble aren’t getting the desired effect. And even though I have plenty on my plate, rampaging through OWT and making sure my dear husband’s dream of Distortion World becomes a reality on Olympus and all that, I am proud to be April Song’s new advisor. Honestly I don’t have to do too much advising this week. One of her opponents needs to switch to decaf and the other appears to be a bit touched in the head.

“I’ve evolved, she’s regressed.”

Nani? Are you sure about that? April competes all over the world, headlining shows and winning titles, being invited to tournaments. Companies all over are STUMBLING over themselves, begging for her to deign to appear in their ring. Yet she chooses to work here in OWA, trying to set things right and now with Shin-SEKAI’s brains backing her, she will get her just rewards.

Mark, you’re a solid hand. But April is world class. She’s an ACTUAL killer, someone who has had to endure the ravages of war and survive. April is someone who did more in her debut year than you have done your entire career. Even you yourself said your resume is nothing compared to hers. Comparing her to Nas is a dumb proposition too. Nas doesn’t care about the business. April cares about the business and Odyssey above everything, even herself! She could easily ask to be relieved of her contract there, got to another OWA brand, return to being a LAW exclusive, her options are endless. But she wants to end the cycle of cronyism that Revy opened her eyes to.

She’s not the same as she was. She’s better. Under my watchful eye, her moveset has been fine tuned. Gone are the stupid Pokemon references and showy moves designed to gain the attention of these ignoramouses watching around the world. There are vicious strikes, even more merciless submissions, and the single-minded aggression necessary to wage the war that our group has planned to wage. You mentioned the little wolf bitches joining up...but that will crumble on its own even without April and the rest of us smashing them. The three of them hate each other. Diantha will never be the same after losing to Khan. Same with Natalie in regard to Diantha. And we all know that Khan and Cage aren’t on the best terms. It’s an alliance that will fail...WE have built an alliance that will stand the test of time.

Shea is a nutjob, probably even crazier than I am. He’s the embodiment of the disconnect that April is feeling from the rest of the world right now. Everyone thinks that Song is making this about her, that this is all about vendettas, jealousy and all that. April has worked hard, man. I’m only just now getting to know the woman, but I’ve heard of her work ethic from afar. She’s done nothing but be the strongest ambassador that OWA and Odyssey could ask for and what has been her reward? April wants nothing more than to eventually step away and let the younger generation handle things.

But as of now, THEY ARE ALL UNWORTHY.

And to make things worse, they cycle opportunities between four people and leave talented people like that adorable lunatic Revy out in the cold. Oh no. We’re putting an end to that now.

JUST LIKE APRIL IS GOING TO PUT AN END TO YOU TWO AND THEN REBECCA!

What April feels is well beyond rage. You people don’t understand how much pain and suffering she has gone through to get to this point. Not physically, but mentally. Do you think she wanted to put poor little Dulce in the hospital? Did you think she wanted to beat up Natalie Cage? Do you think she wanted to discard someone she personally liked but professionally realized was shortchanging the rest of the locker room?

Diantha Rosso was the closest friend April had until Revy came along. I don’t think she wants me to share this, but there were a few soft tears shed after she turned her back on her former partner.

If she could be that vicious, that violent, with someone she regarded almost as a surrogate sister, what chance in hell do either of you two knuckleheads have? Read the writing on the wall, dumbasses. Now, just to be clear, you may not see me every week, you may not see me at all...but just know this:

The Brave Falcon is dead. The Beautiful Beast is here. She’s the wrestler and leader OWA needs but doesn’t deserve. Be grateful for being allowed to share the same ring.

I am not entitled. I am not a Karen. I’m not a betrayer. I’m a wrestler, one that has seen my work and the work of others go unrewarded, unappreciated for long enough. Starting with this weekend of bloody rampage, my message is going to get across. People think that I’m being whiny and all that, but when this is all over and they see the true colors of OWA and the people that I have struck against...you’re all going to thank me.

My opponents this weekend will thank me too.

The women that have been assembled, we are not a wretched group of also-rans united by a beer drinking cretin. We are not a pompous tag team. We are not some young boys fronted by a guy in spooky clown makeup. We are the hardest hitters, the strongest willed, and we are the heart and soul of professional wrestling in this company.

And we will prevail. And I swear that OWA will be properly run, that opportunities will be given to those who deserve them....even if I have to beat the entire company into submission to make this so.

Aria Jaxon, Michael Bishop, Christopher Sabertooth, Mav. and The Banshee have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 6th 2020, 11:58 pm by **Doodled**

A ping goes off for millions of teenagers and young adults across the world.
There's a new KYLE BOE video out.

"huh-HAAAAH!"
"-HAAAAH!"
"-HAAAAH!"
"-HAAAAH!"
"-HAAAAH!"
"-HAAAAH!"
"-HAAAAH!"
"-HAAAAH!"

KYLE BOE

Kyle Boe's wrestling entrance - whose theme and opening sound don't usually appear in Boe's videos - is crudely faded into Boe's usual new-age trapstep title card, complete with unfiltered Comic Sans.
After a full 10 seconds of this cacophony, the feed abruptly cuts to Kyle Boe standing on a busy American sidewalk. He shouts in his trademark 'Tuber voice, each emphasized word attracting a glare from at least one passerby.

"What! IIIIIIIIIIS UP! All my BOE-MIES! BOE BROS! And AAAAAALLLLL my exaggerated swaggers of a Boe-dacious teen KNOW what time it is! It's time for... a-THE BOOOOOOE SHOOOOOOOOOW!!!"

Kyle Boe pauses for the post-production [AIRHORN.MP3] sounds to go off. The pedestrians behind him hear nothing, and give him a scowl as they pass by.

"And all the privates of the BOE ARMY got themselves some special treats today! Consider this an EXTRA! SPECIAL! BONUS! CONTENT! for the Life As A Wrestler series!"

Each emphasized word is accompanied by an [EXPLOSION.MP3], until the end of his sentence is nearly drowned out by the tail-end of stock explosions.

The feed abruptly cuts to Kyle Boe standing in front of an elderly lady with gray, curly hair. While holding a microphone (with a bright-pink windguard) between himself and her, Kyle Boe uses his off-hand to show her a small cardboard display with an image printed on it:

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"Hey, so... Do you know this guy?"

What follows is a rapid-fire series of different strangers responding to his query - at varying levels of annoyance and age.

"No."
"No."
"Nacho Libre?"
"No."
"Is that one a'dem looka-doors?"
"No."
"I think he's cosplaying some cartoon wrestler-man."
"No."

The montage ends at the elderly woman who started out the segment. She isn't responding, her eyes staring off into the distance.
A single tear rolls down her cheek.

"Uh... yo, granny?"

"... I know him."

"Oh SCHNAP, do we have a winner?!"

"... o-or... no... I don't know him. But he looks..."

"He looks just like my husband did. Hunky build. Warm, protective arms. Eyes that could silence any problems in my laugh with a single glance."

"... uhhhh-"

Her tears are flowing now.

"Oh Harold. Oh Harold how I've missed you. What a wonderful man he was. "Ol' Pizza Nips," his friends used to call him."

With a shaky hand, the elderly woman slowly dabs the tears off her face.

She turns to look at Kyle Boe.

"Please... Please... May I keep it?"

"No."

The feed cuts again to Kyle Boe alone on the sidewalk.

"And remember, all my Boe-suckers - this shizz is 100% certified PRANK! As in, that's all it is, so don't get your panties in a twist!"

Suddenly, the elderly woman shoots into frame, wrapping her hands around Kyle Boe's throat.
The feed abruptly cuts to what appears to be the next day, judging by a single bandage wrapped around Kyle Boe's neck.

"WHAT! IIIIIIIIS UP! It's vloggin' time! And I just wanted to start by talkin' about a little video this Noah Quinn guy put out. Yeah, it's WRESTLIN' TIME."

A graphic of giant, sweaty tights takes up the entire screen with a massive CLANG as Kyle Boe pre-emptively waits for the post-production sound effect to fade off.

"Like, bruh. Bruh. This dude. He's over here lookin' and soundin' like a saltine with an inflation fetish, and he's confused how I'm gettin' title shots? Bruh. Bruh."

The indistinct background becomes clearer as Kyle Boe opens a door and steps through. He swings the phone-camera around, revealing that he's just walked into his usual Los Angeles suite.

"For a boomer - sorry, veteran - like you to not know about your own damn business? Bruh. Lemme just explain it to ya real quick-a-like. Free of charge even - this is like free lessons from my online Boe-ducation Business course! Only $19.99 a month to be livin' the dream like me!"

After finishing his sentence in his 'Tuber voice, Kyle Boe plops himself down on a beanbag, turning the camera back towards himself.

"I'm what the boomers-in-suits call a draw, Boomer Junior.
I put butts in seats.
I get aaaaaaall the views.
I hit highlight reels with every match I'm in.
If anything, you should be hoping I'm the one that faces you, so you can get yourself some of the shine your boring butt can't get on your own.
Like, normally peeps gotta pay for me to-"

A clang! comes from off-camera.

"Sorry! Dropped a-"

"Yeah yeah, don't worry about it Dennis, just order me another if it's broke - but hey hey hey, answer something real quick."

"Uh... yeah?"

"Who's the lady paying me for the concert tomorrow?"

"The... lady? Wh-what lady?"

"The one the event's for! Y'know, the uh... The Susan lady."

"... You mean Susan G. Komen?"

"Yeeeeeah! That's the one! I'm gettin' paid big bucks to do a show for her. Whoever she is. But hey, if she's payin' the Boe-ster, she's probably pretty cool, so be sure to sub to her channel, a'ight?"

With a sudden grin, Kyle Boe hops up from his beanbag. The post-production music switches to an intense (but still stock) track.

"But yeah, for real - Noah Quinn. Make sure you spice up your goofy-ay look, a'ight? 'Cause we're definitely getting on aaaaaall the compilations on this one, since it'll be when KYLE BOE wins his first Omega title and transforms it into... THIS BABY!"

Kyle Boe swings the camera around to reveal... a prototype title belt. With a very cursed design:

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"BRINGIN' BACK THE BOE-ELT BAY-BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

The remaining seven minutes of the video are an ad for Raid: Shadow Legends.

Christopher Sabertooth, Devi Krysis and Elijah Hampton have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 6th 2020, 11:56 pm by **Mav.**

So let me guess my cycle of things to come, shall we?

We go from building ourselves up for something and looking stronger than ever before, we then move onto that big thing we set ourselves up for and we give them the fight of a lifetime, we put in the hard work and then at the end of the day we fuck things up and make ourselves look like fucking fools. So after all that’s said and done, we’ll go back and face someone that we’ll not even put that much pass onto and then get the easy win and continue down that cycle. On paper, it sounds as dumb as it may look and maybe I’m looking into this pattern like it’s a god damn fucking conspiracy theory but take a step back and then look at it again. Take a look to after what happened at Game Over. I built myself up for months beforehand, I then faced Kenny Drake, I lost and then I faced Udy. The cycle then continued. I built myself up, I then faced The Queens of Wrestling, I lost and then I’m now facing Shaker Jones and Daniel Horror. A pattern of things that maybe it makes me feel better about myself when I destroy the little rejects that sit at the very bottom of the card.

So why do I bring this interesting fact up now? Why is this so important that I needed to share with you all? I mean, maybe it’s not important at all but maybe it is, because right now I have to face one of my toughest challenges to date. I have to face the team of Daniel Horror and Shaker Jones, and although I said they’re little rejects who sit in the openers of the show, I’m going into this on one leg. A two footed race is an easy battle but when you’re missing a leg, it’s going to be harder to win that race. I’m not someone who would like to break the rules, when I did my own little Sports Day back in Primary School, I was the top star of the two-legged race. I was the best of the best throughout my Primary School days. So if I was any more confident in doing it now, I would be a fucking winner. And I am a fucking winner, always a fucking winner. See what I’m doing, boys?

I’m talking absolute shite, talking right out of my fucking arse, just like the orange cunt named Donald Trump.

You see why I’m doing shit like this? It’s because I simply do not care for people like you, Shaker or Daniel, there’s nothing that any of you can do that’ll interest me enough to make me not chat a load of fucking bollocks. I could spend all of my fucking time talking to you about random shit and guess what, I’d still kick both of your fucking teeth in. Let me explain this to you two, right now, I have a lot of other things to be doing other than entertaining both of you into doing something that you both want to enjoy. I know that going into this, both of you aren’t aware of what I do on Kingdom because why the fuck would you? But you need to realise that you two would learn a whole lot more other than “we’re facing these two people on Atlantis, oh, we’re going to beat them because we can”. No, retards, that’s not how it fucking works. That’s never how it fucking works.

Like you, Shaker. The legend himself, the greatest Big Bhaker Bhampion of the world, the ONLY man to have ever signed a contract to be exclusive to Atlantis only. Atlantis only. Are you seeing what I am seeing? I’m looking at a total fucking joke here, I’m looking at someone who has the same tone of speech as a middle aged man working a nine to five office job and then giving off bad takes that nobody ever fucking listens to. Like, what sort of fucking name is Shaker Jones? The Punk Rock Country Boy, but also themes things to be something like the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? Are you a fucking child in a man’s body, do you actually have fun acting like a fucking child on purpose? Like oh my fucking god, you are hard to understand, you are hard to actually listen to when all you do is say I’m this and I’m that and I believe in this and I believe in that.

Anything is possible. Do it yourself.

DIY. AIP. SHIT. Nobody gives a single fuck about what you have to say about these little meanings you’ve got to say, because at the end of the day, who’s going to be listening to someone like you? I sure don’t think I will. Me and Jacob Knight? Sure, we don’t care. We’re just here for the thrill of it. But right now? We don’t care. We’ve just won this without a care to the world, we’re walking into a battle not worth fighting for but who the fuck cares. This has been absolute nonsense and you’ve listened through it all, and to somewhat quote Madison Cawthorn, with my own twist at the end...

Cry more, cac.

Aria Jaxon, Christopher Sabertooth and Shaker Jones have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 6th 2020, 11:50 pm by **KEKOA**

Charlotte, North Carolina. The site for this weekend’s edition of Kingdom. The sun has set. The crisp fall air can be felt as people scurry along the busy sidewalks near the Spectrum Arena. In forty-eight hours, this arena will be jam-packed with hungry OWA fans. Hungry for action. Hungry for blood. Their deafening screams echoing throughout the arena.

A silhouette of a figure leans up against the concrete wall of the arena. A hooded black jacket keeping him warm. The man nods to the camera, before unzipping his jacket to reveal the Spartan Championship around his waist. The face plate gleaming in the night as the headlights from cars zooming past reflects off from it. Our hero steps away from where he was resting up against the concrete wall and steps towards the dim light of a nearby street light.

How long has it been?

Five? Six months?

How long has it been since I returned to this God forsaken industry? This… interesting company to put it best. And ever since I stepped foot back in this company, I have had moron after moron going after me. Reginald Dampshaw… Maverick… Jacob Knight… Arata Asakura. Fuck, the list goes on and on. But, you know… the one group, the one entity that has attempted to make my life a living hell has been those rejects The Ashes of the Wake. Ever since they decided to make themselves known they have been after me. They have been after my family. My… Wolvesden. First it was Maverick stepping out of the shadow of his buddy Havoc to spew bullshit out of his suck hole about how Wolvesden should remain in the past and the future is all about The Ashes. Yeah? How has that worked out for you, buddy? Because I’m pretty sure that you shit your pants the moment Kenny Drake returned to the company after a brief hiatus. Read my lips, people… The Ashes of the Wake are a bunch of disrespectful children lead by a man who would rather play make believe than be a half-decent wrestler.

Now, I can’t even bare to call you by… Havoc. Havoc?! Really?! I mean… seriously?! What kind of “havoc” have you created, Chris? Do you honestly - HONESTLY - think for one solitary second that YOU - a man who is only the World Champion because you beat an already worn down Jeff after he successfully beat Moongoose - are a threat to anyone?! Nah. Honestly, the only threat you are is to yourself and to your little legion of goons. You are no way in any shape or form a threat to me OR Wolvesden. You know, I find it funny. Acutally, I find it fucking hillarious that the only thing that you or anyone who has some sort of grudge against me is the fact that you constantly have to bring up Kenny Drake. “Oh, J.D. wouldn’t be anything if Kenny didn’t bring him back into the fold.” “The only reason why J.D. has a job let alone a career in this industry is because of Kenny.” Kenny this, Kenny that. That proves my point, Chris. You are nothing but a fucking sheep. A SHEEP! You along with every single other person who has shit for brains in the locker room cannot think for yourselves. Unlike you, Christopher, I earned my title. I earned this motherfucking belt that I wear around my waist with pride. I worked my ass off for this opportunity. What did you do?! Win a fucking briefcase and cashed it in when you saw the perfect opportunity? Did you win your precious world title fair? Hell no. You can tell everyone until you are blue in the face that you did, but we all know the truth.

Chris… you are exactly like all of the others. Arata… Ryo Sakazaki… Udy… you are all lumped in the exact same category as all of them. People who only believe in their own hype and cannot get through their thick skulls that they aren’t shit. Sure, maybe you all are in your own fucking mind, but in reality? In reality you all are just a bunch of fucking cowards. I don’t give a shit who you are, Chris, or what championship belt you wear around your waist, because at the end of the day championship belts don’t define you. I mean, look what happened two weeks ago when Theodor Pavel got the upset of the YEAR, of the DECADE, over you. What happened then, Mr. World Champ? Huh?! WHAT HAPPENED THEN?! I’ll tell you exactly what happened, Christopher. You were too sure of yourself. You got a little too cocky for your own good. But when push came to shove what happened? You choked. And Sunday night when I finally - FINALLY - get to rip the head off of the leader of the Ashes, you will choke once again… much your like your sister did last night, ya dig?!

Damon chuckles to himself a bit. Obviously laughing at his own joke.

Listen to me very, very closely, Chris. You and your little Havoc friend can try to kill me all you want. Trust me, many have tried. Oh, you know damn well that they have tried. They tried to put an end to me. They tried to put an end to Wolvesden. To our legacy. But look what happened in the end? We’re still standing motherfucker, and we’re not going anywhere. You want to try to kill me? Good. Don’t threaten me with a good time. But, what’s going to happen when in the end… it is me who is going to kill… you?

Wolves aeternum… Chris.

With that said, Damon zips up his jacket, throws his hood back over his head and walks into the abyss.

Aria Jaxon, Christopher Sabertooth, Eon Blue and Elijah Hampton have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 6th 2020, 11:35 pm by **Aria Jaxon**

WALK TOWARD THE LIGHT -- CHARLOTTE, NORTH CAROLINA.

“The Outlaw Championship will be defended in a Bloodsport Rules match!” wouldn’t have even sounded realistic less than a year ago, but here we are.

The 24/7 Championship was meme fodder. It was a prop passed around by the underachievers of this company. It was a magnet for jokes and punchlines. It was a worthless piece of plastic right up until the moment I put my boot through Carlos Rosso’s skull and took it for myself. To think there was a time when I didn’t want it -- but it didn’t take me much time to realize the error of my ways. I’m Aria goddamn Jaxon. I’m a once-in-a-generation talent. If anyone could carve a championship legacy out of absolutely nothing, it was me. This was the mission that I undertook back in the springtime, and anyone saying I haven’t succeeded in turning the Outlaw Championship into the belt in this company is a special kind of delusional.

The motherfuckers that have stepped up to try and take it from me, not a single one of them would’ve even entertained the idea of wanting to hold this championship if I wasn’t the one walking around with it. But because nobody can seem to resist the idea of using me as a springboard, they’ve stepped up in droves since April and the flood has never really stopped. I made this title worth fighting for. My name value and the way that I fight tooth and nail to hang onto this belt have permanently altered the landscape of this company. And to think, I did it all while multitasking. I renamed this championship and elevated it to heights nobody could’ve ever predicted, and that happened while I was notching my second SSW World Championship reign, while I won the Tag Team Championships with Stephanie and became OWA’s first dual champion, and while doing all of the media appearances and outside shit that Michael Bishop looks down on me for doing.

Maybe that’s part of what bothers you. You sat back and watched me do all of that and came to the conclusion that I wasn’t taking any of this seriously, when really, I was just doing what I do best -- dominating on multiple fronts. You’ve been chasing my ass since the Draft Show, and have nothing to show for it. No titles. No big victories. Nothing, other than being the Kelly to Jeff’s Beyonce in the lineup of The Frontline. I never expected you to just die. I know that’s never how any of this works. I always knew that I wouldn’t be able to truly wash my hands of you until I definitively put you in your place. Hardcore Havoc didn’t do the trick; all that did was make you start bitching to high heaven that you’d been screwed. When the Asylum rolled around, somehow you were madder about Stephanie jumping in on my behalf than you were about Goose’s goons interfering in a match that we both lost. Setting your sights on the Outlaw Championship was the first big challenge that you set out to accomplish when you got your knee welded back together, and that’s where the obsession comes from. That’s why you keep circling back around to me. It wouldn’t matter if you never won another title again -- which, at the rate you’re going, is a real possibility. It wouldn’t matter if you never became a world champion or closed out Final Destination. You won’t know peace until you know for a fact that you’ve overcome me.

And denying you that peace and closure are wrapped up in successfully defending my Outlaw Championship again, so I couldn’t give less of a shit.

Really, since you’re not ashamed to own your losses, what’s another one to add to the list? It doesn’t necessarily make you special. I’ve never shied away from the L’s I’ve taken either...it just says a lot about me that I’ve taken some losses on the chin and still gotten this far. And to your credit, you’re here too, but don’t go thinking you’re any better than any of the other people I’ve beaten just because you don’t know how to leave well enough alone. Before Alyssa put Azumi out to pasture, she had one more world title to her name than you’ll ever have. Same goes for Dulce, who you’ve christened as “MIA” even though she built up an entire goddamn brand and is one of the most decorated performers in this company. When April Song isn’t pretending that the system is holding her down, she’s one of the best in-ring talents we’ve got. Maverick might be an annoying little shit, but he didn’t make it easy for me. He’ll go places, one day. Pavel might not have been all that when we got to face me, but he did put Havoc away not too long ago, so do with that what you will. Putting away a sitting world champion is nothing to take lightly, even if said world champion is a schizophrenic cosplayer. It’s just wild how you can look at that entire field of defenses and somehow christen all of them as “tomato cans” like I haven’t already pushed your shit in so bad the ref had to step in. I’ve never pretended like you haven’t beaten my ass before either, but that’s the badge of honor that you tout because you don’t have shit else to stand on. All those punches and all those elbows just for me to live to see another day? You’re spinning your wheels. You and all those other challengers you wanna look down on, you all suffered the same fate. You just get to swallow that pill twice. The pill might as well be a cyanide molar the second time around.

And if the bitter taste of defeat at my hands in your wheelhouse is the shot, then let this little tidbit be the chaser -- the fact that I’m the antithesis of what you believe a champion is supposed to be doesn’t matter. It never has, and it never will. I’ve never been the biggest or the strongest. I’ve never considered myself to be a particularly cerebral competitor, either. I haven’t lived a life of overwhelming hardship. I didn’t cut my teeth in back-alley brawls. I never needed any of that, and that kills you. I’ve played the game the way it was meant to be played. The Asylum was “anything goes”, and I leaned into it. The referee stepped in at Hardcore Havoc to save you from yourself after I left you a bloody mess, and you hate it. A five foot four bitch with blue hair was mean to you once and you can’t let it go. In a weird way, I’m glad things have played out that way. My victory will be that much sweeter when I remember that you asked for all of this. You’d have killed for one more chance, right? Well, here it is, and it’s in a place where you shouldn’t be able to lose.

Emphasis on “shouldn’t”, but if we all learned anything from the Clash, Ascension to the Heavens, or that Hardcore Havoc match where you thought you had me done and dusted, Michael Bishop knows how to blow a goddamn chance at glory. I’m just wondering what the excuse will be this time. This could finally be the reality check that you’re owed. That your window of opportunity to actually attain something here in OWA might have really closed, and that a full-time coaching gig is nothing to balk at. You won’t just walk toward the light, so I suppose I’m giving you a nudge. That’s what “friends” are for, right? Let's be honest, any semblance of a bond we had went up in smoke when you decided to call foul when I beat you fair and square in Detroit. Anything after that has been par for the course. In any case, I still like to think of myself as the charitable type, and you, old friend, will have the best seat in the house when The Queen expands her kingdom even further -- enveloping your home. I knocked off both of your Fight Club buddies at back-to-back Final Destinations, so it’s only right that I put the nail in the coffin of The Gladiator Reject Fraternity when I pass you up in the place where you feel most at home. You think that I’m supposed to be shaking in my boots because you’re good at this, Mike? One well-placed boot to that surgically-repaired knee and your night could end prematurely, don’t get too far ahead of yourself. I’ve never been afraid to bleed, to fight, or to grit my teeth and push through pain. And because you’ve always taken so much pride in the fact that you can at least put me through the wringer, I’ll offer this spoiler -- it’s gonna happen again. That much I do know. You’re gonna bloody me up and you’re gonna fight like your life depends on it. You’re gonna burn the candle on both ends. That chunk of the story will remain the same, but you know what other part of the story will ring true, just as it always has?

The ending, where Michael Bishop seems poised to finally grab that brass ring, only to fall short.

“Redemption” is just becoming a buzzword for you at this point. You haven’t truly attained it, and if you keep picking fights with me, you never will. If you were the type who was just happy to be here, I’d say that the blessing of being able to wrestle again after what could’ve been a career-ending injury would be enough to satiate you, but we both know that’s bullshit. You want something tangible. Something you can reach out and touch to know that this hasn’t all been for nothing, but that’s the fucked up part. It was. At least for now. Go challenge J.D. Pop on over to Olympus and see what’s good with Noah Quinn or The Vincent. Being your kryptonite is gonna get old after a while, but I know I can at least get through Kingdom before the boredom sets in. That night will leave me in a lot of physical pain, but I like to think that the feeling of victory will do a little something to numb it. Shit, there’s a good chance you’re right. I might end up wheeled outta that bitch, but the last thing I hear before I black out is gonna cut you to your very core.

“AND STILL!”

They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, yet expecting a different result. And if that’s the case, you’re certifiably insane. If I truly want this to be the night I can finally wash my hands of you, then I know it’s not enough to just beat you. I need to make this message ring so true in the process that it never even crosses your CTE-addled brain again to want anything to do with me. Bloodsport Rules is your home, and I’m kicking in the front door and putting my feet on the table. I’m rummaging through the fridge and the cabinets and acting like I own the place -- because I fucking do. You’re a tenant in my kingdom, Michael, and I’m coming to collect my rent money, your head, and all the other spoils of war. My reign will live to see another day, and I’ll bleed and draw blood to make it so.

VaeVictisBD, Michael Bishop, Christopher Sabertooth, Eon Blue, Elijah Hampton and Noah Reigner have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Atlantis Promo #1 November 6th 2020, 11:13 pm by **JacobKnight**

Atlantis Promo #1 - Killing the Reflection

It's been a while since I actually had a match on Atlantis. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve shown up at the FOX Sports Arena plenty of times as of late but... Hell, the last time I got to compete on one of these was at Jeff’s little invitational. A wretched affair that, by sheer luck, turned into a vanity event for that drunk and patronizing bastard. But despite that, despite being dropped 20 feet and barely walking out of that place on my own two legs... that night radicalized me and ultimately made me who I am today. So I can assure you, I would never wish to act like being here on Atlantis is some sort of downgrade. Especially this time...

Any other member of the OWA roster would see a tag match like the one I’m scheduled to take part in and merely think of it as a filler match worth nothing. But they couldn’t be farther from the truth. There is plenty of significance to be had. That’s the key to victory, it seems. Finding the significance in any match, no matter how random it may seem, and let it drive your actions. Take things for granted and you don’t go into battle with the thirst to overcome your opponent and bathe in their blood. You are simply not prepared. And perhaps that is what has been missing? Perhaps that is why I have failed to prove myself to my comrades again... and again... and again.

“So what is so important about a match against Shaker Jones and Daniel Horror? How is anyone in this match significant?” you may ask. Well, first and foremost it’s a chance at reconciliation, at strengthening comradeship, at making up for my sins and failures. Say what you will, Maverick’s assault was a sobering experience. An intervention in the form of physical violence. Just the sort of wake-up call I needed to realize that I wasn’t achieving my potential, nor was I fulfilling the duties that Havoc and my comrades expected of me. Our differences and disagreements are behind us now. Now we are more united and determined than ever, and we look forward to spilling blood and breaking the wills of those who stand in our way.

Which brings us to the first of our two opponents: Daniel Horror. Danny, your significance in all of this is having a chance to educate you. Just as Maverick taught me a valuable lesson a few weeks ago, we can be illuminating educators to you. You’ll learn firsthand who rules this company, who will make you suffer, and why you won’t be able to make it here in OWA on your merits alone. But there may be hope for you, Danny. After all, look at you; you appearance is quite a touching tribute to our OWA Champion and comrade, Havoc. Perhaps after you’ve been properly educated, if the knowledge we’ve dealt you doesn’t kill you, it will radicalize you to join our glorious cause. After all, violence is a wondrous tool for radicalization.

But as for your partner, Mr. Jones here... well, I don’t believe we will extend you such a courtesy, Shaker. Even if Havoc wanted you, I would not allow it. I would sooner see that cretin Elon Musk or Jeff Bezos become the President. I would sooner see the OWA Championship fall back into the hands of someone like Jeff X. Do you want to know why? Because when I look at you, it’s like I’m looking into a mirror. Embarrassing, isn’t it? I stare into the eyes of a man who never fails to disappoint and when I do, I see every time I have failed my comrades, my causes, and myself on a constant loop, over and over, again and again and again! It’s everything I hate about me, all wrapped up into this “punk rock country boy” abomination. And now it thinks it’s going to beat me? No. I can’t and won’t allow that to happen, because this bastardized copy is not as ruthless as I am. He’s not as hardened as I am. He hasn’t seen the wars that I have. You say you are ready to use anything not bolted to the floor to beat Mav and I? I tried to cut Kenny Drake’s arm off with a goddamn boxcutter because I fucking hated what he had become. Now just what do you think I’m willing to do to you? Spoiler alert: anything as long as it breaks you. Because I hate you, Shaker, for what you embody.

So at Atlantis, I’m not going to simply beat you. I’m not going to merely break you. I am coming to Philadelphia to kill the twisted reflection in the mirror by any means necessary. Notjust for Maverick, not just for the Ashes, but for me. And I’m going to enjoy every painful second of it.

Christopher Sabertooth has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 6th 2020, 10:55 pm by **DampshawIIIఒ**

One of the great things about being Kingdom General Manager is being able to foster and cultivate fresh new talent. Look at the next batch of superstars we have in our ranks. Elijah Hampton took my initiative and now he's fighting for an Openweight Championship shot, Roy Sakazaki has made himself an important part of The Frontline and of course, standing above all, is the towering, destructive, sadistic Samuel Ogden, with eyes as cold as Inuit skies. Though two Kingdoms ago we were on opposite sides, he knew the correct place to be on after the match and gave that pillock Oliver Harpe what-for. Truly a sight to behold and now he's an integral piece to my New Dawn along with Militades and The Council.

Another man I've been impressed with as of late is Theodor Pavel. He looked fantastic in his Outlaw Championship match against Aria Jaxon. And how could you not be impressed with his victory over Havoc last Kingdom? Anyone who can pin our World Champion has a bright, bright future ahead of himself. And I'm not going to hide the fact that I liked seeing Havoc lose. I loved it. It brought me great joy to see him embarrassed because that’s exactly what he is. He’s an embarrassment of a World Champion and the Ashes are an embarrassment of a group.

Now, some people will say that professional wrestling is an escape from the grim reality that we all live in but the way I see it, it actually is a mirror to our world. Right now our world is fractured. A civil war is happening in America right now and things are unknown. Just like Kingdom. We're fractured and it needs to stop. Theodor, you and Banch Morgan are smart to stay out of the warfare that's been going on. All these superlatives I'm throwing on you ultimately, however mean nothing because right now we will meet one on one to qualify for OWA's God of War tournament. I've put us together one on one because I'm very interested in our styles meshing. Your mat based wrestling and my English grappling should make for quite a show. But Banch can make all the PR that he wants, but this isn't going to be a brand new competitor entering into the tournament. I've been there before and I almost had it at my fingertips. Now I know what winning God of War can entail. I saw it before my eyes. That goofy bastard Moongoose took that from me and I'm not going to let that happen again. I need this to go my way this year. This faction warfare nonsense needs to end and unfortunately, it doesn't seem to matter that I'm running the show since our World Champion runs around creating chaos all the time. But if I was finally World Champion, I could create Kingdom in my image. Theodor, perhaps you could be a part of that and Banch could be a could spokesperson for The New Dawn, but right now, this is not the time. This isn't the time for pleasantries. We can laugh about the state of American burning in flames over some Turkish vodka another time but for now, we have to go to war.

I know you think you're going to get me in that ring and wrap me in a pretzel, making me scream in agony until I have no choice but to tap out, but there's no grabbing me in submissions when your arms are broken. You see, you one sport athletes think you have an advantage in these situations but you're predictable. You're impressive yes but I've seen a thousand fighters like you. I've fought a thousand fighters like you. You're going to try and wear me down and get me tired until you find an opening to cinch in that Cross Armbreaker, right? Or are you going to try and go strike for strike with me? Try to use your "superior" striking skills to land that knockout blow? There's so many different avenues and roads this match can go down but the fact is you have maybe 2 or 3 tools in your pocket where I have an unlimited amount. I can study you and see your game plan within seconds of the bell ringing, where you are going to have no idea what I'm going to do at any time. You may think you can figure me out but you never will. I'm like a ghostly apparition that you believe you see but as soon as you try and focus, I'm gone. And then...it's too late. I'm already inside your bones. I'm already swimming around in your blood. You think this is going to be a a spirited grappling match between two highly skilled wrestlers but this going to be total mental annihilation. You've fought milquetoast grapples with nothing but their names on their trunks but they never mattered. They never had that killer instinct. They simply wanted to win because winning meant they gained a little more coin in their purse. They had no stakes. Do you understand the stakes at hand here, Theodor? Has Banch even briefed you on this? Has he sat you down and told you whats to come? Or does he simply view this as another cheque in his pocketbook? Because when all is said and done, he could be watching his cash cow writhing on the ground with his throat ripped out.

Nothing is going to stop me from becoming the God of War this time. Absolutely nothing. I have been saying for years now that a New Dawn is coming, but once I become God of War, it will no longer be future tense, The New Dawn will have already arrived. Thank you for being a catalyst for that, Theodor. Your blood will truly be a great sacrifice for all of this. It will not go unnoticed. Perhaps a shrine of you will even be erected in the town of your visage. What an honour it will be.

Aria Jaxon, Christopher Sabertooth and Elijah Hampton have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 6th 2020, 10:54 pm by **Shea Flaherty**

I THINK WE ALL KNOW THE DEAL BY NOW; AND NO I'M NOT SURPRISED BY IT. THE RAT PUSSY SHIT STAIN DECIDED TO CHEAT IN ORDER TO GET A WIN OVER ME; AND YES THAT'S THE WAY HE DECIDES TO OPERATE. OVERALL I DID NOT HAVE A GOOD TIME; AND WOULD NOT RECOMMEND GOING THROUGH THAT EXPERIENCE AGAIN; BUT DID IT PROVE ANYTHING AT ALL ABOUT TALENT? CLEARLY NOT; BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW THAT I AM THE MOST FORMIDABLE CHALLENGER FOR THAT TITLE. WILL ELIJAH WIN? NO, OF COURSE NOT; BECAUSE AS WE HAVE SEEN FROM THE BEGINNING OF HIS CAREER JAH CAN'T CLOSE THE DEAL. HE WILL FUCK THIS UP SOME HOW, AND I WILL BE LAUGHING ALL THE WAY TO THE BANK. HE HAS BUILT HIS LEGACY ON LIES, AND DECIE; AND I HAVE BUILT MY LEGACY ON SEX, DRUGS, AND ROCK AND FUCKING ROLL. SEE THE DIFFERENCE? ONE IS COMPLETELY MORE FUN THAN THE OTHER. AND THIS GUY WANTS ME TO TRUST HIM? HE WANTS ME TO THINK THAT THIS TEAM CAN WORK? IF MY OWN PARTNER IS WILLING TO CHEAT HIS WAY TO VICTORY TO FUCK OVER HIS OWN TEAMMATE THEN NO.. I DON'T THINK WE CAN WORK. BUT CONTRACTUALLY OBLIGATED TO JOIN FORCES UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE WE DON'T HAVE A CHIOCE; AND THAT PISSES ME OFF. SO WHAT IS BLOODSHOT GOING TO DO ABOUT IT? HE'S GOING TO KICK SOME ASS ABOUT IT, THAT'S WHAT HE'S GOING TO. AND LOOK AT THE ASS THAT IS BEING PRESENTED TO ME ON A SILVER PLATER; MARK MICHAELS AND APRIL SONG. MARK MICHAELS.. Now as I wander around in my thoughts, a question does pop into mind; and that question surely is... HOW CAN I BE CONSIDERED THE UNDERDOG TO THIS MATCH WHEN YOU SUCK ASS, AND I'VE ALRADY BEATEN APRIL SONG? PLEASE COME WITH THE RATIONAL ON THAT ONE BECAUSE IT DOESN'T SEEM TO BE CLICKING IN MY HEAD. SEE WHAT I KNOW ABOUT MARK MICHAELS IS THAT HE TALKS A BIG GAME, AND HE NEVER IS ABLE TO BACK IT UP. WHAT I KNOW ABOUT MARK MICHAELS, IS THAT HE THINKS THAT HE'S A BIG DEAL, BUT NO ONE EVER GIVES HIM ANY CREDIT FOR ANYTHING. THE ONLY PERSON IN THE ROOM HYPING YOURSELF UP, IS YOU. NO ONE PUTS MARK MICHAELS ON THIS PROVERBIAL PEDESTAL EXCEPT FOR MARK MICHAELS. And I can understand trying to amp yourself up; and self promoting so you can get noticed and all that, BUT LET'S BE REAL HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEING DOING THE SAME THING WITH NO MOVEMENT? HOW MUCH LONGER CAN YOU TAKE CREDIT FOR YOUR TEAMS SUCCESS WITHOUT OBTAINING ANY OF YOUR OWN. YOU WANT TO TAKE CREDIT FOR SHIT YOU HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH; AND IT MAKES SENSE; BECAUSE IF YOU DIDN'T DO THAT YOU WOULDN'T HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY AT ALL. YOU ARE JUST ONE OF THOSE NERDS THAT WOULD HANG OUT WITH THE POPULAR KIDS, AND NO ONE KNEW WHY BUT YOU'D ALWAYS BE THERE. CRASHING PARTIES, TRYING TO FIT IN; BUT WHEN THEY REALIZED YOU WERE JUST THERE TO SUCK THEM OFF; THEY KICKED YOU TO THE CURB. SEE I WAS NEVER LIKE THAT; I NEVER PINED FOR ANYONES ATTENTION; I JUST GOT IT. AND WHEN THE POPULAR KIDS WOULD DO THE MEAN SHTICK, AND TRY TO BULLY ME.. I'D KICK THEIR ASS IN PUBLIC. There's no better way to shut up a bully than to embarrass them in front of everyone. SO TO YOU MARK MICHAELS I SAY YOU WILL NOT BULLY ME; INSTEAD I WILL REIGN SUPREME ON YOUR ASS; AND HUMBLE YOU LIKE THE DOG YOU ARE.

SO UNDERDOG? NO, AS IF! I AM COMING INTO THIS MATCH AS THE FIERY HURRICANE OF RAGE THAT I AM KNOWN TO BE, AND I AM COMING TO KICK YOUR ASS! AND IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT, DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT! YOU WONT! NO BALLS! ALL THAT COMES TO MIND IS THE LITTLE EFFECT THAT EVEN BEATING YOU WOULD EVEN HAVE ON MY CAREER! A CAREER LOSER GOING INTO THE RING WITH ONE OF THE BRIGHTEST YOUNG STARS IN OWA?! WHO WOULD EVER THINK THAT MY VICTORY WOULD BE IN DOUBT. YOU'RE THE ONE THAT HAS BEEN IN THE WRESTLING SCENE FOR WHAT? DECADES? NO WORLD TITLES TO YOUR NAME? NOTHING OF IMPORTANCE? NOTHING OF VALUE? BUT OF COURSE YOU WANT TO MAKE YOUR PRESENCE KNOWN AND STILL ACT LIKE YOU'RE SOME BIG SHOT BECAUSE YOU'VE BEEN ON NATIONAL WRESTLING TELEVISION AFTER ALL THESE YEARS! NO.. THAT ISN'T SOMETHING TO BE PROUD OF; YOUR LACK OF SUCCESS ISN'T SOMETHING TO BE PROUD OF. I'LL BE REAL WITH YOU, JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE SURROUNDED BY SUCCESS, DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE ANY YOURSELF. THE ONES YOU SURROUND YOURSELF IS WHAT MAKES THE SHIP FLOAT, AND YOU ARE THE ANCHOR THAT IS DRAGGING BEHIND. LEST WE FORGET THE FACT THAT THE TEAM OF SHEA AND JAH, HAVE ALREADY BEATEN APRIL SONG ALREADY! SO TO THINK THAT I'M GOING INTO THIS MATCH AS ANYTHING OTHER THAN THE FAVORITE IS ASININE! APRIL SONG, THE PERSON THAT HASN'T BEEN ABLE TO ACCOMPLISH ANYTHING IN HOW LONG? MARK MICHAELS THAT GUY THAT HAS NEVER ACCOMPLISHED ANYTHING IN HIS ENTIRE CAREER? I'M THE YOUNG HOT SHOT ROOKIE, I'M THE ONE WITH ALL THE POTENTIAL; I AM THE ONE THAT STILL THINKS I HAVE A TON TO PROVE! YOU ARE THE ONES THAT ARE RESTING ON LAURELS THINKING YOU ALREADY MADE IT. BUT THE TRUTH OF THE MATTER IS, THE ONLY THING YOU'VE MADE, IS AN ASS OUT OF YOURSELF. AND BEFORE I EVEN GOT TO YOUR QUESTION I ALREADY ANSWERED YOUR QUESTION. YOU'RE NOT WASHED UP; YOU'RE A NEVER WAS. YOU'RE NOT SOMEONE THAT ANYONE SHOULD FEAR; YOU JUST PRAY ON THE WEAK. UNFORTUNATELY FOR YOU, YOU'RE NOT GOING UP AGAINST ONE OF THE MINDLESS NAMELESS SACKS OF SHIT THAT GETS CARRIED AROUND THIS PLACE; YOU'RE GOING UP AGAINST ME.. SHEA FLAHERTY.. AND THAT IS NOT A GOOD THING FOR YOUR BITCH ASS. CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT; IT DOESN'T MATTER; THE MORE YOU THINK THIS IS GOING TO BE A CAKE WALK; THE HARDER I KICK YOUR ASS. I WAS JUST IN A NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS TITLE MATCH THAT I WAS CHEATED OUT OF; AND YOU DON'T THINK I'M OUT FOR BLOOD? I'M LOOKING FOR A PERFECT SUITOR TO PAY HOMAGE TO MY SUFFERING; AND I THINK YOU'RE THE PERFECT SPECIMEN. YOU CAN'T TRICK ME LIKE ELIJAH DID. I LET MY GUARD DOWN BECAUSE MY PARTNER WAS HURT, AND FOR A SECOND I FELT REMORSE... OF COURSE WE'RE STILL A TEAM AND I DON'T WANT TO HURT HIM.. BECAUSE OF THE CHANCES OF OUR TITLE HOPES REST ON HIM BEING HEALTHY TO AN EXTENT. LOOK I CAN CARRY HIM, BUT THAT WOULD JUST BE RECKLESS AND ILL CONCEIVED ON MY PART. SO I TOOK MY HEAD OUT OF THE GAME; AND GAVE ELIJAH SOME SYMPATHY; BUT YOU WON'T BE AS LUCKY AS HIM. YOU ARE GOING TO GET KNOCKED FLAT ON YOUR ASS, AND FEEL THE ANGER THAT IS COURSING THROUGH MY VEINS AS WE SPEAK. IF YOU POKED MY VEINS A LOT OF BLOOD WOULD JUST SPURT OUT AND PROBABLY BLIND YOU FOREVER. BECAUSE I HAVE POISON IN MY VEINS THAT CAN NOT BE STOPPED.

YOU ARE A GROWN MAN CALLING ANOTHER GROWN MAN FATHER; BUT I'M GOING TO TELL YOU RIGHT NOW HE'S NOT THE ONLY ONE YOU'RE GOING TO BE CALLING FATHER, BECAUSE I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU MY BITCH. ANY SELF RESPECTING ADULT IS CAPABLE OF SEEING HOW FUCKING WEIRD THAT IS! OF COURSE I WANT IT ALL; AND IT'S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE I GET IT. I'M GETTING OPPORTUNITIES HERE, AND I'M NOT STOPPING JUST BECAUSE I HIT A BUMP IN THE ROAD. YOU ARE TRASH; AND AS THE TRASH YOU ARE A LOSS ON MY RECORD TO THE LIKES OF YOU WOULD NOT LOOK GOOD ON MY RECORD. I REFUSE TO LET SOMETHING SO HORRIBLE TO HAPPEN. THE FACT THAT YOU SAY THAT YOU'RE GREAT AND BLAH BLAH BLAH BUT STILL NEED GUIDANCE FROM A GROWN MAN YOU CALL FATHER, IT'S SAD! I DON'T NEED GUIDANCE; I KNOW THE PATH I'M TAKING.. EXCEPT FOR ROY BUT ROY'S A BADASS! SO THAT DOESN'T COUNT! AND I'M NOT CALLING HIM FATHER NO MATTER HOW BAD HE WANTS ME TO BECAUSE I'M NOT A FREAK LIKE YOU! YOU TALK ALL THIS SHIT, BUT I AM GOING TO BET ANYTHING THAT YOU LITERALLY HAVE NO CLUE ABOUT ANY SITUATION I'VE BEEN IN AT ALL. YOU DON'T KNOW THE MATCHES I'VE BEEN IN; YOU DON'T KNOW THE TALENT THAT I'VE BEATEN, YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING SO YOU MAKE THESE VEILED PROCLAMATIONS WITHOUT ANY BASIS OFF OF THEM RIGHT? SURE YOU WERE CAPABLE OF THROWING ME OVER SOME ROPES.. BIG WOOP! THAT NOT KICKING SOMEONES ASS! THAT'S THE BITCH WAY OUT, AND CLEARLY YOU ARE A BITCH! I'M TRYING TO MAKE YOU FEEL PAIN; I'M TRYING TO MAKE YOU REALIZE JUST WHO YOU'RE GETTIN IN THE RING WITH, AND AIN'T NO BATTLE ROYAL GOING ON IN THIS BITCH ONLY ME OPENING UP A CAN OF WHOOP ASS ON YOU! WHAT A HORRIBLE ASSESMENT OF TALENT YOU ARE; AND I'M GLAD THAT OWA DIDN'T HIRE YOUR DUMBASS TO BE A PART OF THE SCOUTING DEPARTMENT BECAUSE THERE WOULD BE A TON OF MIDLEVEL TALENT TOUTING THEMSELVES UP AS THE NEXT BIG THING WHEN THEY'RE ALREADY IN THEIR 40'S.. YOU KNOW LIKE MARK MICHAELS HIMSELF! MARKEL I KNOW YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND JUST WHAT YOU'RE GETTING IN THE RING WITH; AND I KNOW APRIL DOES. CLEARLY YOU'RE TERRIBLE WITH OWA HISTORY; SO HERE'S SOMETHING FOR YOU. BE SURE TO REMEMBER THIS DATE IN HISTORY BECAUSE I NEVER WANT YOU TO FORGET THE DAY BLOODSHOT SHEA FLAHERTY KICKED MARK MICHAELS ASS INTO OBLIVION!

NOW APRIL THE LAST TIME WE HEARD YOU TALK YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT HOW YOU'RE A MASSIVE LETDOWN! COMPLAINING ABOUT MANAGEMENT ABOUT HOW THEY'RE THE REASON YOU'RE NOT AS SUCCESSFUL AS YOU MIGHT WANT TO BE! SOUNDS LIKE YOU'RE DOING NOTHING BUT MAKING EXCUSES, INSTEAD OF JUST DOING TH WORK TO RIGHT THE SHIP! THAT IS SOMETHING THAT I DON'T TAKE TOO KINDLY OF SEEING AS I'M OUT HERE TRYING TO PROVE MYSELF; AND WITH EVERY BUMP IN THE ROAD I DON'T GET UPSET! I DON'T BLAME PEOPLE! I ONLY GET ANGRY, AND START KICKING MORE ASS! Unless of course it's Elijah Hampton because I will blame him for every single bad thing that has happened ever in the history of life... BUT OTHER THAN THAT I WILL PUT THE BLAME ON MY OWN SHOULDERS; BECAUSE THAT'S HOW I GROW AS A COMPETITOR. I KNOW WHAT I'M CAPABLE OF, AND I KNOW THAT IF I'M NOT GETTING THE JOB DONE, THEN I JUST DIDNT WORK HARD ENOUGH! I WAS DEALT THE HORRIBLE HAND OF HAVING TO TAG WITH MY ARCH NEMESIS, AND SEE HIM CHEAT HIS WAY TO A CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW? CRY AND SAY IT ISN'T FAIR? WELL IT ISN'T FAIR BUT YOU WILL NOT SEE ONE TEAR SHED FROM MY TEAR DUCT. INSTEAD WHAT YOU WILL SEE IS ME IN A FIT OF RAGE TAKE YOU OUT, AND TAKE MARK MICHAELS OUT, AND ME RAISING MY STAKES IN OWA! THE ONLY THING YOU CAN DO AFTER A STUPID LOSS THAT SHOULD NEVER HAVE HAPPENED; IS WIN AND PROVE YOURSELF! AND I PLAN ON DOING JUST THAT; AT THE EXPENSE OF YOU THE WHINER APRIL SONG.. AND THE DUMBASS MARK MICHAELS! I AM GOING TO BE DOING EVERYTHING THAT I CAN TO ENSURE THAT I SECURE THIS WIN, AND CARRY IT TO THE BANK WHERE I CAN SHOW IT OFF TO THEM, AND THEY'LL SAY WOW WHERE DID YOU GET THAT WIN?! IMPRESSED AS SHIT. AND THEN I'LL SAY OH THIS OLD THING? I JUST GOT IT BY KICKING TO LAZY ASSES ALL OVER THE RING! AND I WILL CASH THAT SUCKER, AND SHOW THE WORLD THAT SHEA FLAHERTY IS SOMEONE YOU JUST DON'T WANT TO FUCK WITH!

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, Christopher Sabertooth, Eon Blue and Elijah Hampton have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 6th 2020, 10:10 pm by **Christopher Sabertooth**

“JD DAMON HAS DONE IT! HE IS THE NEW SPARTAN’S CHAMPION!!!” Morgan Shaw screamed at the top of his lungs. People cannot believe that Arata’s unstoppable reign as the Spartan’s Champion had finally come to an end. And the man to do it was none other than Wolvesden’s very own, JD Damon. He climbed up to the turnbuckle and posed with the belt as the camera slowly pans out to reveal Havoc standing with the OWA World Championship backstage, watching JD Damon pull off the biggest win of his career. Havoc had a smirk on his face as Damon heads towards the ramp while Jada Blaire whispers in his ears, giving him ideas for his own championship match later in the night. Havoc had no intention to lose that belt anytime soon and facing the former champion in Moongoose definitely provided him with the challenge he craved for. But seeing a miracle pulled off by JD tonight vocalized the negative thoughts in his head-- As he pondered upon the Dystopian reality where Havoc was no longer the OWA World Championship. As he passed by the locker room halls, he gave deep thought to what he had just witnessed. Something *HIS* Prince had failed to do was pulled off by a Wolvesden mutt. But as the saying goes, ‘Every dog has its day’. JD Damon had managed the unthinkable, but it was still the JD Damon of old. The JD Damon that people hardly knew because of how infrequent his presence in OWA had been. The same JD Damon that never amounted to anything until that very night. Just a mere name in the books. Just another guy. But Damon had managed to change that, similar to how Havoc had overcome the odds and become the OWA World Champion, despite the entire company rallying against him. He saw parallels between himself and Damon as headed closer to the Brody Position-- It’s almost as if JD Damon could very well have been in his shoes if he had given more thought to what his purpose is in OWA… ALMOST being the keyword.

As he prepared himself for his showdown against McQueen, he saw Damon pass by in his peripheral vision. Ecstatic by his monumental victory and with a piece of gold in hand. Havoc lifted his belt and wondered if it would be his last day as a champion-- Then he scoffed and realized who the fuck he really was. Wake up-- It’s time for a reality check.

-x-x-

The camera is heavily zoomed in on a pair of closed eyes that burst wide open at a moment’s notice to reveal bloodshot eyes. Could be from the lack of sleep, or just the mental stress he had been taking. The camera pans around to reveal Sabertooth lying in his bed, using all of his depleted energy to lift himself off his comfortable mattress. He rubs his eyes and mutters incoherent strings of words before coming to his senses. Sabertooth wakes up to realize that he was right bang in the middle of a dark room with a single spotlight over his bed. Thinking of it as a weird dream, he tries to play it off by pinching himself only to let out a groan. He felt the pain-- This wasn’t a dream. He quickly found himself getting off his bed and walking around this small entrapment of sorts. Why? Because there was nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide. He just woke up from a fever dream into another one. Sabertooth was starting to get agitated and worried about his position. Where the fuck was he? Could it be that Havoc had managed to trap Sabertooth in his own subconscious mind? But it felt... different. Sabertooth was self-aware. He lived. He felt pain. He was alive. This wasn’t a nightmare induced by the Demon King. This was Sabertooth’s reality. Caught under the spotlight-- So much so that he had no way to run away from it. Everywhere he went, the spotlight followed. With no other source of light visible at a distance, Chris chooses to stay under the said spotlight and try to figure out the situation.

“There’s nowhere to run… Open your eyes. Look closely. You will find the truth”

Said a distorted voice, almost as if it was a calling of God himself. The voice echoed throughout the room and the mind of Sabertooth as he began to look around his surroundings. Nothing but darkness.

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS??!” He screamed, begging for an answer. But he got none. “WHY AM I HERE?!” His screams went unanswered yet again. At this point, Sabertooth was panicking. It seemed like Havoc had finally found a way to keep Sabertooth’s mind alive… but keep his soul far away from the world’s reach. Frantically looking for an answer, Sabertooth began sprinting around but the light followed. There was no way out of this. Was it time to accept his own fate? To be forever trapped in his own mind and body? Was it the end of Christopher Sabertooth?!

And then-- A familiar face is projected right in front of him. A face that he instantly recognizes and tries to call out for.

“DAMON! JD! RIGHT HERE! HELP ME!” His cries of help were falling to deaf ears. Damon didn’t care. In fact, he just stood there like a statue. Could be a mannequin-- but it would fool the best of eyes. Sabertooth could swear that he was seeing JD Damon stand right in front of him, blankly staring into the eternal darkness. Over his shoulder was the OWA Spartan’s Championship. After calming himself down, Sabertooth approached JD and tried to get his attention by waving his hands at him to no avail.

“Look at him… LOOK AT HIM!”

The distorted voice echoed through the establishment yet again.

“Is this who you want to be?”

The voice questioned as Sabertooth shook his head in disapproval.

“I WANT TO BE MYSELF! SABERTOOTH! Get me out of here!” He exclaimed as the distorted voice seems to be taking pleasure in his discomfort.

“In due time. First…. You examine that specimen there. What is wrong with him? He’s got the looks. Got the gold draped over his shoulder. Isn’t that something you have desperately longed for?!”

Questioned the voice as Sabertooth shook his head despairingly.

“It’s not who I am. I have always… always wanted to be a champion. A great champion at that. I wanted to earn my victory and cement my legacy at the very top. This is JD’s big break. His one chance of having a legacy more than just being Kenny Drake’s lap dog. The one chance that he never got-- And I am sure he’ll run with it. But I am not like him. I never was!” Sabertooth replied, with an audible shake in his voice. He believed the words he spewed but the absurdity of the situation had him shook.

“Are you sure about that? Look at you-- You were once a member of a supergroup as part of the Hollywood Cabinet back in NGW. You were nothing but a subordinate, with the skills to make it big, but lacking the drive. Lacking the results. At certain points in your career, you had a chance to win it big but you dropped the ball just as it got rolling. You could have been the biggest name in wrestling and there wouldn’t be a need for a Demon. But look at you? Not only did you sell your soul-- You LOST your soul to it. You tried to bite more than what you could chew and you failed. You failed, time and time again, and went from being a top prospect to a walking punchline. A JOKE! Remind you of somebody? When anybody is asked to list the members of Wolvesden, people would list off the Cage’s, Diantha, and the nameless fucking soldiers before JD Damon. A name that WOULD have been forgotten if it wasn’t always dragged back from the dirt by his master, Kenny Drake. The man that holds the leash around Damon’s neck. Damon claims that he would take a bullet for Drake but his trustee lap dog couldn’t even stop Moongoose McQueen from nearly ending this man’s life and OWA World Title reign. What good is he? Now having a career renaissance-- Only for the fact that he managed to STICK with a look for long enough and not get ousted by the company time and time again. JD Damon has had more returns in OWA than matches. You can count in your hands the number of times JD Damon has come close to even matching the caliber of his opponents in the ring. He beat Arata-- Sure! The very same Arata that the Ashes has destroyed on a bi-weekly basis with the rest of The Frontline. Damon was a failure till he lucked out to a title reign that will possibly last for a month or two at best, which JD will milk the hell out of to be relevant for the rest of his pathetic career. Isn’t that the same trajectory YOU took here in your early days in OWA? How was YOUR Television title reign like? It happened in similar circumstances too as you beat a dominant and seemingly unbeatable champion in Gareth Cason to Damon’s Arata. There are plenty of parallels that can be drawn here. And when the time is done, this man will be gone once again because he can’t run with the ball for shit. He will find a way to screw this up. He will be humiliated. He will be reminded that he’s a failure. And he’ll be GONE! Gone till Papa Drake needs a footstool to rest upon. THIS IS YOU, CHRIS! YOU! You want to free yourself from the shackles that Havoc has placed upon you? Well, then this is how you’ll end up."

The body of JD Damon suddenly transforms into a pike struck into the ground with the head of Damon stuck on it like chicken through the skewer.

“This will be your future. This is what happens to the people that step up against the Ashes of the Wake. Theodor Pavel thought he was something until he saw death right in front of him with Banch begging for his life. In a single swoop, Ashes managed to wipe off The Frontline in its entirety. If it wasn’t for the wolf-mutts to RUIN the party, The Frontline would have been a bunch of names, forgotten to time. That is the power the Ashes hold. You trying to oppose US-- will lead to a fate worse than this. JD Damon is just a sacrificial lamb. The calm before the storm. A message to his leader. Imagine the looks on their faces when Havoc DESTROY Sabertooth from existence. Know this! YOU need him and not vice versa. YOU wanted power. YOU wanted recognition. Don’t screw this up or you’ll pay with your dear life. Don’t forget your position, Sabertooth. Your job is to DECIMATE The Frontline. To DESTROY Wolveden. To take RD3 and The Council by their balls and RIP them apart, piece by piece. Fall in line, Sabertooth. This is YOUR last warning. Or you too will be nothing different than JD fucking Damon. A loser. A fraud. A man riding off a fluke victory. A man desperately holding onto the threads of relevance by the skin of his teeth. JD didn’t make the Spartan’s belt. The belt is what keeps him alive. Follow Maverick’s lead and tear him apart. I want his head on a pike. I want him gone. ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME? I WANT JD DAMON DEAD! KILL HIM!! KILL!!! KILL!!”

The demonic voice now echoing through the darkroom as a stone-faced Sabertooth blankly stares into the darkness. His eyes begin to turn the shade of crimson red, as blood starts pouring down his eye-sockets. And with that, a smile appears over his face as the scene comes to an end.

“DIE...”

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, KEKOA, The Banshee and Eon Blue have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 6th 2020, 9:13 pm by **TTtheT**

I don’t think there’s anything anyone can say about me right now. What magical criticisms can they pull out of thin air? What can they say about me now? I’ve always been a worthy champion. It all started when I beat Eon and Finn way back at Game Over. I haven’t changed since then. I’ve been the same man that I was ever since that fateful night. But only now, does OWA start to see what’s always been in front of their eyes. Instead of a fluke. Instead of a guy desperately trying to keep his head above water, they see...someone who deserves to hold a title. It took this long. And it took a deathmatch. It took OWA desperately throwing the impossible at me. They did everything to try and take this belt away from me, but they failed. It took me cleanly beating Darkane at his own game. No bullshit. No controversy. Nobody thought it could happen. Even the commentators said that I would be lucky to escape with my life. But I did more than just survive. I went above and beyond to retain. Darkane tried everything, from light tubes to pins to giant crayons to even more light tubes. Nothing worked. I refused to die and let my reign end like this. It took a near-death experience for me to finally get the respect I always deserved. It took weeks and weeks of constant defences for me to finally get some recognition. OWA itself was out to get me, but still, I came out on top. I beat Darkane one on one at his own game. The deathmatch master himself fell to my hand. It was his to win. OWA thought they were basically handing him the belt all tied up with a bow. Everyone thought that he would be the Television champ. But the streak continued. And the world was shocked once again. After that, who’s going to take this thing away from me? Who can rise above the standard that Darkane set? I’m sure there’s someone. But they’ll also find that they’ll just be another number added to my list of defences.

But it’s not just me who’s thriving as a member of The Awakening. People can talk all they want about how we can’t do anything ourselves, or how all we’re doing a shitty job of masking our incompetence, but I don’t think they can deny the results. They can blather and whine all they want, but that doesn’t change the fact that we’re just that good. We’re successful. We win with or without each other. Hell, we haven’t lost a fucking match since Game Over! Every single match with a member of The Awakening in it has ended in a victory for us. Sure, sometimes there’s been some interference, but wins are wins. Results speak for themselves. People won’t remember how they were gotten, they’ll just remember the winner. And we’ve made sure that we’ve come out as the winners every single time. I know the same people who talk all that shit would do exactly the same without hesitation if they had The Awakening behind them. But I don’t think these people know exactly how successful we are, and how successful we’re about to become. You thought two belts were a lot for a faction? If everything goes to plan, we could double that by the end of CW. Every member of The Awakening could be holding a singles belt by December, and I can assure you that we’ll make that happen by any means. While the millions of factions on Kingdom wage war on each other. While the Phantom Troupe pretends to start a war against the people that pay their salaries. The Awakening has loudly been stomping out the competition, but it’s only now that people start to notice. The belt collection is going to grow and grow until we own every belt on Olympus. And that’s going to happen sooner rather than later. Is there a faction in this place that’s this dominant? That would do anything to bring home a win for one of their own? That’s about to start monopolizing all the gold on their brand? We’re the first of our kind. Singles, tag team, even trios. Alone, we weren’t much, I’ll admit it. But as a group, we’ve elevated ourselves to levels that lone wolves wouldn’t even dream of getting up to. After dominant showing after dominant showing, I don’t think that anyone can argue that we’re not the best of the best.

But maybe I’m getting ahead of myself a little bit. If we’re going to each hold a championship, I have to keep the one I own myself. So after a gruelling deathmatch. One where I barely walked out using my own two feet, do I get a break? Of course not. Any appreciation for doing the “impossible”? Nope. Non-title match? I don’t know the fucking meaning of the word. Still, OWA does anything to make my reign a dangerous one. But at this point, I’ve accepted it. I've accepted what I need to do every week. Because there's always going to be a new challenger. Deserved or not, someone always gets handed an opportunity at my belt. Week after week, someone gets the opportunity of a lifetime, and week after week they fail. I think I'm at a point in my reign where I can take every challenger in my way and come out on top. I've accepted that no matter how much I complain, I'll still be thrown a title defence every single show. Olympus, Atlantis, whatever, this thing is gonna be on the line whether I like it or not. That's how it goes. So I can't be losing at all. I can't afford to lose a match because if I do, the game ends. My reign comes to a close. And I'm not ready for that to happen yet. So who's next? Who has OWA decided to bless with an undeserved title shot? Well, they're just taking people off the street at this point. El Ironico and Kyle Boe, battling it out amongst themselves with the winner getting a shot at my title right after. Compared to a deathmatch with Darkane, this should be a walk in the park. They'll flounder around and beat the shit out of each other, and I'll waltz in and pick up the scraps. But that doesn't mean I'm underestimating anyone. I'm taking this match as seriously as I would another deathmatch. Because when my title's on the line, I can't afford to take any chances.

I guess I’ll start with who I believe to be the weaker of the two. I don’t know what the hell Kyle Boe is doing in a title match. Hell, I don’t know why he’s even getting a SHOT at a title match. So far in his career here he’s...lost a match...lost another match...and I guess that warrants a title opportunity around these parts. Glad to know that OWA has standards when it comes to handing out opportunities. But really, he’s just...unimpressive in every way. I feel like it’s a miracle that he even got a job in a company like this. I’d probably find seven guys like him at the Burger King across the street. But I guess that doesn’t matter because he could be my opponent no matter what I think of him. Kyle, I hope you’re excited about this because this is probably the biggest match of your sad little life. I’m sure you’re ecstatic, actually. I’m sure you’re preparing your camera, getting all your microphones ready, and writing down lyrics, because a banger diss track is sure to scare me out of my shoes, right? This is what OWA is going to turn into unless people like you get stomped out early. You’re an embarrassment to yourself and this business. A guy who relies on internet views and shitty music to get his name around, because he’s completely boring and unforgettable in a ring. Someone who makes a clown of himself on the internet so people pay attention to him is getting a shot at my TV title. But to your credit, it’s working. You’ve got a title shot so early in your career here because people laugh at your stupidity. You’re like the soundcloud rapping Devi Krysis who gets things handed to him because it’s so funny to see you fail. The clown in a circus full of strongmen and acrobats. They’re leading you on, Kyle. Your hordes of “fans” are making you believe that you actually have a shot at this. And then you’ll miserably fail, they’ll hype you up again, and the cycle continues. Have you ever wondered why you’re getting a shot at an Olympus belt when you’re on Kingdom? Because nobody thinks you’ll actually win, and for good reason. You’re just another filler challenger because OWA can’t afford to give me a break. You’re literally destined to lose while being trapped under an illusion of being given a gift. I kind of feel bad for you. To be thought so little of that you’re set up for failure at every opportunity. To be put at the same level as people like Shaker Jones, the Nighttime Horrors is almost a crime. But it’s completely deserved, and I can promise that if you find your way up to a match against me, I’ll send you back down to the bottom where you belong.

And then there’s the guy who’s probably going to stomp poor Kyle into the mud. El Ironico is going to be made a fool of by my boy Mark Michaels at CW, but before that, he’s going to get an ass-kicking from yours truly. I guess he’s a pretty privileged one himself. He came back what...a month ago? And he’s been entered in tournaments given title matches, you name it. It’s a shame that he’ll be losing all of them to The Awakening. Already, he’s eaten a loss to Eon. I know Mark is going to steamroll the guy and claim the Hybrid championship, so that leaves me in the middle. The Awakening owns El Ironico, and it’s not even going to be close. I wouldn’t expect anything else for a guy who takes pride in calling himself a pair of balls. His wrestling ability isn’t much better than one too. But I’ll give you credit for making something out of yourself when everything about you screams crippling failure. You’ve managed to quietly crawl up the ranks up to here, where you’ll be competing for my TV title and the Hybrid title. But you seem more worried about people who couldn’t care less about you. People like Jaxon and Oasis are holding free real estate in your head and they don’t even know it. Your brain is about the size of the bollock that you claim to be. But still, you’re better than Kyle. I don’t know how much of a compliment that is, but it’s true. I’m fully confident that you’ll beat that clown with ease, but that would bring you to me. That puts you in a ring with your TV champion, and I think we know how that’s going to end. Even my biggest doubters can say that you don’t hold a candle to me. You’re miles above Kyle Boe, but nowhere near my level. I know you’ve had your problems with Finnegan Wakefield, and I’m sure you’ll have some huge pay-per-view match sometime in the future. He’s going to fucking annihilate you off the face of the planet. As a guy who’s faced him before and won, I know what he can do to you, and none of it is good. You don’t stand a chance against him, so what makes you think you have a chance against me? Blind confidence? Plain stupidity? No matter what it is, you’ll learn the hard way.

It doesn’t matter who wins between the two of you. Even if you both got a shot together. Even if you didn’t have to get past each other. None of you stand a fucking chance, so believe me when I say that my reign isn’t finished yet.

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, Eon Blue and NikiKhanKTA have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 6th 2020, 8:47 pm by **Theodor Pavel**

Just what in the world happened on Kingdom? Some were calling it one of the biggest upsets in OWA history. If Vegas would have been open when the OWA World Heavyweight Champion Havoc took on Theodor Pavel, it would have been the least bet on battle the show ever produced. Nobody would have bet on Havoc as it would be a very small payout. It would take the most daring gambler to bet on Theodor Pavel in that contest. He was unproven in the OWA waters, they kept saying. Taking Arata Asakura to the limit, defeating Michael Bishop in a bloody war, even taking Aria Jaxson to her

limit in his debut match. They still wouldn’t understand what kind of warrior the guy had become. No way would he stun the audience once again, this time with the upset of the century.. Would he?

Three Views of the Lights later, he did just that. Theodor Pavel stunned the wrestling world with that victory. Victory at a cost, a separated shoulder for the youngster and an inescapable nightmare that followed. Theodor and his manager, Banch Morgan experienced the fears that few would come back from, alongside some of the toughest men in the business in Bishop, Jeff X, Asakura, Ryo. They were changed men after that night. Battered both physically and mentally, Theodor had his sights on the next objective, The God of War Tournament.

This match, the opening round of the tournament, features Theodor Pavel, coming off of one of the biggest wins of his career, against the ever dangerous, the ruthless Reginald Dampshaw III. Many have fought Dampshaw, each one of them would tout about how devastating Dampshaw’s arsenal is in the ring. He hits hard, he is one of the most dangerous grapplers of the generation. He was not the guy you want to face in the first round of this tournament. The groundwork would be laid out for a table of pain should Theodor be able to run it.

Can it be done?

--Steps to Immortality--
--Culver City, CA--

Inside of the hallowed halls of the House of Paine Academy, ‘Battle On’ by War of Ages burst through the speakers inside of the gym. The aggressive tone of the song belted fire into everyone in the weight lifting area. An office chair was directly next to the practice ring. Occupying the chair was ‘The Modern Day Goliath’ Banch Morgan, wearing his finest three piece tan Armani suit. He kicked his feet up onto the ring apron, watching the trainers get everything set up.

“I’m not going to lie to you, ladies and gentlemen, my client has been climbing that mountain at record pace. I would love to take credit for every single thing he has shown you. I’d love to tell all of you that it was my idea to put him through the ringer just to get to the state that he’s in right now. Unfortunately, that isn’t possible for me. Instead, I get to watch the evolution of one of the toughest guys the business has to offer. It wasn’t the comedic victory over Kyle, but the wars he battled against some of the absolute best in the business today. Some have been wins, some have been losses, but it’s all a path that has been forged to Sunday as Theodor Pavel, Hands of Ice, enters the God of War Tournament. There’s a lot of sharks in the lineup to say the least, and the first one is one of the biggest sharks to date. I only hope that my client knows fully what to expect.”

The lyrics to Battle On felt so fitting as Theodor Pavel and his girlfriend Misaki exited the locker room.

‘NOW THAT OUR TIME IS NEAR; WE HOLD OUR OWN UNTIL THE END.

FIGHT WITH EVERY BREATH; WITHOUT DOUBT AND DON’T LOOK BACK’

It was almost tradition as of late when he trained, the song would always play. Wearing gold colored basketball shorts, Theodor was warming himself up. His shoulder was heavily taped, personally done by Misaki herself to ensure that he could get through the workout without too many issues. It looked pretty sturdy.

The trainers and other wrestlers in the gym joined in, singing along with the song as Theodor hopped around a few times to get himself pumped up.

‘WE FIGHT… FOR… THE TRUTH!!’

Swinging his fired up hand around, Theodor belted out the lyric along with them. Misaki could only look on and laugh before sitting on the ring apron to watch him walk into the weight lifting section of the gym. Looking on with a chuckle, Mr. Morgan knew he had Theodor ready to roll for the tournament.

“You know, it’s funny. I could play some Miley Cyrus in here and he would still get amped up. There’s something in the air about this tournament that has him ready for a fight. Havoc validated a point to us last time we were on Kingdom, and that is simply this, on any given night, Theodor Pavel can walk away with his hand raised. It doesn’t matter who. People kept pretending how this kid couldn’t cut it against the best wrestlers on the planet. His matches have gotten better, he’s gotten stronger and smarter. It’s not the same kid who didn’t know what a battle royal was. It isn’t the same kid who stunned the world once before by winning a legendary Triple Threat at the Prince’s Ball. No, definitely not the same guy. If you look over at that beautiful young lady, Misaki. She’s changed his outlook. He’s happy, he wants to become the best, not even the need for it, but the want. When he puts his mind to it, with the support system that he has, he will do just that. She’s been at every single one of his matches since I believe the Michael Bishop contest. Toughest fucker on the planet, but Theodor got by him. There’s no denying that this tournament is going to take Theodor to that next level. To a level that nobody, including myself as of late, would have expected him to get to.”

Watching Theodor do his warmups, Morgan took a mental count of his progress. Rather than doing standard push ups, Theodor opted to only use one arm. He looked to struggle, but the eyes only showed fire as he continued his lift up and down to ensure that he would come away successful through that portion of the exercise. He looked good, strong, hungry. Theodor moved on to do some light stretching.

“Enter Reginald Dampshaw III. A technician, a mastermind, a leader, and a great threat. I’ve been out of the game for some time, Dampshaw. So, my knowledge of you and what you bring to the table unfortunately is limited to what I’ve seen you do lately here in OWA as well as Wrestleworld. Maybe you were a more dangerous man during previous years, but there’s something about you that just strikes me as a man who wins the match with his mind. A guy who would rather not put in the fight like he would have in the past. You like the mind games, intimidation, and torture. Not bad. Look where it has gotten you, Dampshaw. You run the show, you’re one of the toughest bastards in the business. You want to break people down inside of the ring, kill their spirit and break some bones along the way. You’re not the first person to have this method, but you seem to be pretty successful with it. Not one to be taken lightly, it seems.”

There was something different about how Morgan felt going into this contest. He seemed relaxed, in a strange way. After everything that took place, he had seen things that couldn’t be taken away. The lasting effects of the nightmare last time on Kingdom, it got to him at first. After a while, it dawned on him that the mind games were just that, mind games. Theodor experienced the same fears and the same anguish, but it kept him grounded and strong. He had Misaki, yes, but he had the most dangerous aspect of a fighter come through. Determination. He wanted to prove to the world that fear will not define him.

“Dampshaw, you’ve seen from the backstage area what happens when my client gets into that ring. He doesn’t like to waste a lot of time. Your methodical pace, your slow breakdown of the opposing limbs, you might not have a chance to get out of first gear, my friend. We did you a favor by joining the Frontline to begin with. You took Havoc and made him immortal by accident, at least it seemed that way. My client proved otherwise. He put your foe on notice by defeating him. To be honest, and maybe this is just my opinion here, he became the #1 contender to the OWA World Heavyweight Championship. Now we know this business doesn’t give a shit about number one contenders, why would you? Those are just words and a little number attached to make someone feel better about themselves. My client isn’t primed for that title yet, he’s a busy boy. I wasn’t supposed to say anything, but you see that beautiful lady right there that keeps gushing over the Hands of Ice? That’s a future blushing bride. I didn’t know anything about it until my assistant told me, but the fact is, he’s a guy that at some point WILL be the World Heavyweight Champion. He’s already a star, in my humble and severely unbiased opinion.”

He glanced at Theodor grabbing the bar above him. Initially attempting to do the pull up with both hands, Theodor struggled and went through with just the one. The struggle continued, but he found his way up and brought the chin over the top. He wasn’t done there, however. He kept going, and kept going. Over and over, chin over steel. His powerful, yet light frame kept him from failing.

“You got the mind games, I’ll give you that. Against anybody else in the business, I’d say you have the leg up. However, it doesn’t seem like my boy here is intimidated. After everything that happened, there’s very little you can do to sway him. You’re getting a young lion that is hungry, not a complacent child who’s bewildered by the business that will rip him apart. It’s not how it’ll go. Instead, we get the legendary and ruthless Reginald Dampshaw III against a guy who’s already been walking down the same path you have, beating the same people you have. You had your battles with Arata, he did too. Hell, he was going to take down Asakura and eventually become the Spartan Champion. His heart said otherwise, he didn’t feel it was time to take down a friend.

You, Dampshaw, you’re no friend. What took you 30+ minutes to do to Havoc, Theodor did it in 15. He did it in a way that you couldn’t. This isn’t Banch Morgan disrespecting the boss. This is Banch Morgan giving his only warning to one of the toughest in the game. You haven’t faced this man, you don’t know what can and will happen when you two collide in what I’m sure will be a fantastic contest. You’re just the first in line as my client runs the table to become an immortal. To become the God of War. My words..Not his.”

Dropping down from the bar, a pumped up Theodor Pavel shook his arm a bit to test himself out. He looked to be in prime condition, for some of the part anyways. The Hands of Ice glanced over at the loving Misaki, who smiled at him in such an endearing way. Theodor had everything going for him heading into this contest, and would stop at absolutely nothing to ensure the future. It should be one hell of a contest, and one hell of a victory.

The Banshee and Eon Blue have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 6th 2020, 8:29 pm by **Jeff X**

Written in Blood

Askin, North Carolina

November 6, 2020

The scene opens up to a small, messy garage. Various tools are scattered throughout the place and nearly everything is covered in dust, grease, or both. A few old posters of sports teams and half-naked women adorn the walls and an old Lonestar song is playing in the background from a radio that had to have been purchased in the 80's. Dead center of the garage, we find Jeff X working diligently on an old Harley Davidson Sportster that’s been stripped of its seat, gas tank, and fenders. He’s dressed in a dirty pair of Levi’s and a blue button down that’s had the sleeves cut completely off of it, revealing his tatted up muscular arms that are currently deep inside of the bike. He has his camouflage Realtree hat turned backwards so the brim doesn’t get in his way as he’s completely immersed in the project. We can hear the sound of a ratchet being turned as he puffs lightly on the cigarette protruding from his lips. Suddenly, Presley Dawn appears in the doorway connecting the garage to the house, an old flip phone held in her hand.

“Hey babe?”

“Hm?”

Jeff doesn’t even look up, focused on the task at hand.

“It’s Ryo on the burner.”

“Tell him I’ll call him back later.”

Presley sighs as she brings the phone to her ear, still never taking her eyes off of Jeff.

“He’ll have to call you back. He’s pretty busy right now.”

Presley claps the phone shut and sets it down on the bench as she walks over behind Jeff, placing her hand gently on his shoulder while he works.

“You ok?…”

“I’m fine.”

“It’s just...you haven’t said much the last few weeks...this thing with the Ashes...Abholos…”

Jeff suddenly cuts her off with a sharpness in his voice that we normally don’t hear when he’s speaking to Presley.

“And what is it that you want me to say?! That I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing?! That Abholos is unlike anything I’ve ever encountered and I literally have no idea what I’m going to do about the Ashes now?! That every time I show up at Kingdom I’m never certain what’s reality and what’s not at this point?! Is that what you want to hear from me?!”

“No..it’s just-”

“Cause it’s all true Pres! I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do! Seemingly everything is out of my control now and at this point, I’m just TRYING to keep all my guys whole! At any given moment, we could all find ourselves in some other fucking dimension or trapped inside our own minds and nothing I’ve ever done has prepared me for that! So no...I don’t have a plan...I don’t know how to control this...so what I’m going to do right now is what I CAN do...fix this fucking bike. Is that ok with you?”

Presley sighs as Jeff shakes his head and turns back to the bike. Presley walks over the fridge and opens it, pulling out a bottle of Bud Light, opening it as she walks back over to Jeff. She grabs him and spins him around in his seat, pressing the bottle tightly to his chest.

“Relax…”

Jeff lets the wrench in his hand fall to the concrete floor as he wipes his greasy hand on his shirt before grabbing the beer and taking a sip. Presley pulls a folding chair over and sits backwards in it as she stares at her boyfriend.

“...I’m sorry...it’s just…”

“I know. You don’t have to explain.”

“...yeah.”

Jeff takes a drag from his smoke and a sip from his drink.

“Elijah Hampton dropped a video for you online.”

Jeff looks up at her quizzically.

“Who?”

Presley cocks an eyebrow at him. It’s not like Jeff to not know his opponents.

“The...the guy you’re scheduled to face on Kingdom Sunday?”

“Oh Jesus Christ…”

Jeff stands up. He takes his hat off momentarily and runs his fingers through what little bit of hair he has as he sighs deeply.

“I’ve been so caught up in this god damn war...I almost forgot I actually still have a job to do. What’d he have to say?”

“See for yourself.”

Presley stands up, pulling her phone from her pocket as she does. She walks over to Jeff and, after a few taps on the screen, pulls up Elijah’s video. Jeff sips on his beer as he casually watches it over her shoulder. As soon as it’s finished playing, Jeff laughs a little as Presley puts her phone back into her pocket.

“Worried?”

“About that guy? Please.”

Presley smiles as Jeff goes back to his seat.

“You wouldn’t be getting overconfident on me, now would you?”

Jeff almost spits his drink out at her words, but he manages to get it down before responding.

“Have you seen that dude? It’s impossible to be OVERconfident against him. He’s a nobody. A complete non-factor in everything that’s going on around Kingdom. I mean, just look at the landscape...there’s a war going on. Anyone and everyone who matters at all is involved, their side chosen as the entire roster has been battling it out...but Eli? Shea? Those two don’t have a side to claim...because nobody wants them. There’s been no recruiting of either of them from anyone. Nobody trying to bring them into the fold...because quite frankly...nobody that matters even knows who they are. What...I’m supposed to be impressed because he managed to earn himself an Openweight Championship shot? A shot at a title I passed by before it was even brought into existence? Good for him. How did he get that title shot anyway? By beating his equally worthless tag team partner? I’m sorry if that doesn’t exactly impress me. You see for all that talk...all those little jokes...Eli wasn’t even good enough to GET here on his own. We all know that he didn’t WANT to be in a tag team with his longtime rival from the fucking St. Louis bingo halls. He’d definitely rather be a solo star and garner all that attention that he craves so much...but the simple fact is that OWA wouldn’t take EITHER of those two on their own. They were forced to team together to get a contract offer here because they’re not good enough on their own to hack it on this roster...do you understand what that means? We’re talking about the same company who thought it was a GOOD idea to sign the likes of Curze, Miho Li, and Hades the fuckin’ Hellraiser just to name a few! Do you realize how SHIT you have to be when you can’t get a solo contract but THOSE fucking mental midgets could?”

Presley smirks slyly.

“Well at least he’s got you talking again.”

“Yeah, but unfortunately for him...talking isn’t all that I’m going to be doing. Come Sunday, he’s not going to be facing his tag team partner...he’s not going to square off with just another indy cunt that’s never competed outside of his own area code...he’s not stepping into the ring with some no-name fuck from the Openweight division...nah...he’s facing me...a man who’s in the middle of a fucking war that Elijah couldn’t even begin to understand...a war that IF he somehow were involved in...it would break him down after a day and send him back to competing in convention centers in front of a dozen people. He’s facing a man that’s BUILT a Hall of Fame resume in just two years in this company while he’s been busy facing the same fucking dude for years for a five dollar bill and two free hot dogs. He can act as smug as he wants...but deep down he knows what’s in store for him...he knows that he’s fighting out of his weight class this time. I’m not like Shea. His cheap tricks aren’t going to work on someone who actually has an IQ higher than the number of their career losses. That cheap little ‘feign a leg injury’ stunt that he pulled off for his ‘career defining moment’ two weeks ago? It’s not going to work on me. Because I’m not weak like his partner. If I see him hurt, I will have absolutely no reservations about hurting him further. There is no remorse left in me...not at this point. Not after everything that I’ve had to go through this year. If he says he pulled a muscle in his arm...then I’ll pull his entire arm off his torso. If he says a bone in his body is broken...then I’m just going to snap another clean in half. If he claims he's suffered concussion...then I’ll crack his skull wide open and let what little bit of brains that he has seep out onto the mat. Because this week...Elijah Hampton is not a peer...he’s not the Openweight Championship number one contender...he’s not even my opponent...all he is is an example. An example for Chris, Abholos, and the rest of the Chris Angel fangirls. A statement to be made that I’m going to make in his own blood. I’m sorry to say but...as of now...the ‘hero of the year’ is gone. I don’t have a plan. I don’t have a vision. The only thing that I see in front of me now is violence and bloodshed.”

Presley opens her mouth to respond, but stops before saying anything. The two of them sit in silence for a moment as Jeff stares at the ground, puffing on his smoke.

“Babe…”

Presley finally breaks the silence and Jeff looks up at her.

“I know everything that you’re going through right now has been hard on you...but you do know...you don’t have to take this on alone...the guys...they all have your back...and I’m here too.”

Jeff forces a weak smile.

“I appreciate that babe...but I know I’m not alone...that’s the part that fucks me up the most. Everyone I’ve dragged into this...they’re right in the thick of it now...and they’re in it because of me. This isn’t just some ordinary wrestling feud...this is unlike anything anyone has ever seen before in OWA...this truly is war. And any casualties that may come from this are on me...if one of my guys gets hurt...or worse...then it’s my fault.”

Presley gets out of her seat and squats down in front of Jeff, placing one hand on his knee and the other on his cheek.

“Hey...look at me…”

Jeff stares into his girlfriend’s eyes as Presley looks genuinely concerned for him.

“Nothing is going to happen. Not to you...not to me...not to any of the guys. Do you know why?”

“Hm?”

“Because YOU aren’t going to let it happen. You’re the most passionate man I’ve ever known and you’re loyal to a fault. There is no way you would allow ANYTHING to happen to ANYONE unless YOU want it to. You’re Jeff fucking X. You’re the leader of the Frontline. You’ve been through hell and back too many times before for these painted up freaks to do anything to you or anyone you love. You’ve faced worse than this before...and you've won. Hell, you’re so god damn tough, they couldn’t castrate you with a fuckin’ chainsaw. If your mind is set on keeping your people safe...then trust me...everyone is going to be fine.”

Jeff manages to crack a sincere smile as he leans forward and kisses Presley gently.

“Not everyone.”

Presley eyeballs him.

“No?”

Jeff stands up, drinking the last of his beer as he does so.

“Nah...not Elijah. That man’s as good as dead.”

Presley smirks.

“Kill them all, babe.”

[Fade to Black]

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, The Banshee, Eon Blue, NikiKhanKTA and Elijah Hampton have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 6th 2020, 3:07 pm by **Big_Baker_Brand**

CHOPPING BLOCK - GB ATLANTIS PROMO #1

We see a clip played back of Alyssa Grace’s emotional victory over Azumi Goto at Game Over, the Gory Neckbreaker locked in place, the momentary hesitation, the pin. We hear the three-count follow, and we see Alyssa lifting Azumi to her feet, tears in her eyes-before the clip cuts to black.

“Hell of a moment, wasn’t it? You marking your territory as Goddess Champion..and me, watching from the crowds. New arrival. Impressive stuff.”

Graham Baker sits in the darkness, a cigarette between his lips, lit. The Guillotine holds a finger up, and then counts. Two. Three. He closes his fist.

“That close. I was that fucking close to putting The Derelict in the dirt, sending that too-tall too-big vagabond’s bag-on-a-stick piece of shit to the grave, to irrelevance as I took his belt for my own. Phantom Troupe had to get in the way-and I should have figured they’d come knocking, right? I should have figured they’d be the deciding factor, the goons that drove their knives into my back and kept me from what should have been mine. I lost sleep over it, but I know that their time is coming, with a whole gang of shooters rallied up, stacked up, bang in the middle of their fucking heads.

So right now, I’m not concerned about the Phantom Troupe.

Right now, I’m concerned about where Graham Baker stands in this company, and it seems, to show that, I’ll have to go through you.”

Graham Baker taps his fingers together as he considers his next words carefully.

“It’s a tough set of shoes to fill. The night I made my grand debut by driving my knee into Noah Reigner’s head, Alyssa Grace sent a legend in not just this company but this whole fucking industry packing. I...should be impressed, and honestly? I am. It was something to see, and I’m glad to see that since then, you’ve kept the streak up. You’ve gained a few more wins, a potent and powerful ally in Finnegan Wakefield, although I’m sure there’s something more than allyship there, and you’ve solidified your place at the top of your division.

You and I, we don’t always compete on the same playing field, for obvious reasons. I can’t come into your territory and challenge for your gold-but I’m sure you could come into mine, and, had I beaten The Derelict, you’d probably be setting your sights on my title. How fantastic would that be, right? To show the world just how fucking good you really are by keeping your belt, and earning my hypothetical? Unfortunately, that’s not realistic, but what is is the pedigree you have to gain by putting me down. No physical gold, plenty of metaphorical treasure to be earned, however.

Shame that you won’t.

You see, in a way, I have so much more to lose than you have to gain in this matchup. I’ve proven everywhere from Tennessee to Tokyo that I’m Grade A Beef, top fucking caliber, but my dividends haven’t yet paid off here in OWA. I haven’t racked up those big wins, I haven’t come close enough to claiming a shot at anything, so I’m damn well looking for that chance, and I have a feeling it’s going to come at your expense. Like I said-you rule over your division, and I can’t come there, but I damn well can take the reputation you’ve built up, the accolades you’ve gathered, the wins you’ve accrued-and I can show this company what I already fucking know about myself, how much of a top dude I well and truly am.

This fight? This is more than reputation on the line, this is more than a random matchup that has payoffs for both of us, even if more of my shit is at stake.

This is a match I’ve wanted for a while.”

Baker takes a drag from his cigarette. He lets the smoke from it drift into the air.

“I’ve kept a handful of tabs on you, appearances here and there, rise from obscurity to something. You, Alyssa...you are something here to a degree that you’ve never been something before. A title win at Final Destination II, a laundry list of defenses that would make most champions blush, you are this sport. In a way, you are OWA, at least to a degree. A role model, a rising star in this industry, you are what I was before I got to this state. The gendered wall can’t keep us from comparisons, in a few years, Alyssa, you could very well be where I am. International superstar, revered from coast to coast, spitting back in the face of parents who rejected you, much like they rejected me.

You’ve got time on me, too. It took me eleven years to break out, but you?

You’ve done it already. In five, you’ve hit the big stage.”

Baker gives a clap of applause, and then returns to his serious demeanor.

“But this? This is your next proving ground, this is a guy at the top of his game, who’s made his mark on this industry coming into your territory and claiming he’s top dog. This is a guy who’s going to be etched into the lexicons of companies around the world, who’s now going to come at you, because you are an obstacle in the way of his next carving. This is a guy who’s going to push you harder than anyone, Alyssa-harder than Azumi, harder than April Song, harder than this record setting reign you’ve had will push you. You’re getting in the ring with the Guillotine, Alyssa. And I want you to understand exactly what that means.

That means that you’re on the chopping block. You’re being set before the benchmark. I respect you, Alyssa Grace, because I see a lot of me in what you’ve done. I see a lot more potential, and I’ve watched you cautiously as I’ve awaited this match. But now? Now you’ve got a trial by fire.

Because when I step into that ring with you, Alyssa, respect flies out the fucking window.”

Baker drops his cigarette, and narrows his eyes. He runs a hand through his beard, clearly contemplating his next words carefully.

“I’m not going to say I’m underestimating you, I’m not going to call this a death sentence, but I am going to call this what it is-the beating of a fucking lifetime. You’ll give me one, too, I’m certain of it, but I’m going to throw you and batter you around the ring like a sack of fucking flour. I’m going to hit you with every lariat I can dig out, every knee and elbow, every forearm, throw you into the crowd and then-fucking-some. I’m going to stomp you out, not because I dislike you, not because I don’t respect you, but because I know you can take this.

I know that you’re strong enough to withstand, and if you’re not, then maybe I need to pull some of that praise back. When I get into the ring with a top-level competitor like you, I don’t pull punches-gender, age, shape and size be fucking damned. I will hit you just as hard as I’ve hit Noah Reigner, just as hard as I hit Darkane, just as hard as I hit The Derelict, and, hell, if you don’t go down, I’ll hit you even fucking harder. This will be the fight of your lifetime, the toughest opponent you’ve faced off against yet, because for once, I’m fighting from beneath. I’m fighting to prove something, fighting to show I stack up, fighting to prove that I’m still a top contender, and if I need to go through you to do that?

I damn well will.

This is your gift, Grace, your trial, so if you want to show you’re the best? If you want to show that you can take me out?”

Baker grits his teeth into a malformed smile.

“You better be ready to fucking prove it.”

He leans back in his chair, and we quickly cut to black.

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, Arata Asakura, Alyssa Grace, Elijah Hampton and Noah Reigner have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 6th 2020, 2:50 pm by **Arata Asakura**

Kingdom #1: You don't know a shit about war.

05.11.20 Osaka, Japan

*Taking advantage of the last days of his free time, Arata focused more on the family and students of his Dojo, but when he saw what his opponents in the first round of the God of War Tournament did, it was time for both Ryo and the rest of the OWA Universe to hear a few words of common sense. Initially, the man had no intention of making it something personal, but as it can be seen from the behavior of his Frontline member, there was a lot of bitterness in Sakazaki due to the treatment he received from Arata. However, the Japanese man did not quite agree with what he heard, and especially with the preposterous way it was presented. To make Ryo finally understand his reasons for his lack of sympathy and what he really thought about him, Arata went to his Dojo to prepare a short message. A man, dressed in a bright gray T-shirt, black fitted sweatpants, and black sports shoes, leaned against the edge of the ring and put his arms in crossed-arms position. The calmness was visible on his face, but there was much disdain in his eyes. Negative feelings towards what he saw from Ryo could also be felt in his annoyed tone of voice, when he finally started his speech.*

The need for continuous acceptance is what limits people the most in every area of life. This constant desire to be admired by everyone makes a mess inside the head of this person, when someone is not interested in them or gives them a cold shoulder. They start trying hard to get what they want, instead of just moving forward, and thus they are still standing in the same place. It has never been a healthy approach, because it is the opposite of what you should strive for - development. Instead of worrying about what others think about us, we should care what we think about ourselves. However, in many cases, people expect constant praise from others to improve their self-esteem, as deep down they know they're worthless pieces of shit. Is that not your case, Ryo? Isn't that the reason why you gave me a list of people who allegedly have such a great opinion of you, even if I have never heard of any of them saying anything about you? Isn't that the reason why you want me to finally give you some approval? Because at the moment it looks accurate this way. You're just a mediocre person who thinks he plays a major role on Kingdom because he's part of the Frontline, while I am pretty sure, they actually decided to allow you there just to get the numbers up. While listening to what you had to say to me, I wonder if during recruiting Jeff shouldn't focus more on quality than quantity. Because frankly speaking, I have the impression that we have a rat in our ranks.

*Arata took a short break and sighed heavily, then he started explaining what he meant.*

What this whole 'Havoc praising you' fairy tale is supposed to be? I don't remember him ever even mentioning you, and such a rumor, looking at the current relationship, would surely leave its mark. I'm starting to feel like you're plotting something behind our backs, and that's how it ends up picking some randoms as your faction members. If Havoc actually came to you and told you a few lies, I can't even blame him. You'd have to be stupid not to take advantage of the naivete of someone so easy to be manipulated. However, this is just another reason why I believe that you shouldn't hang out with us. You have a hard time trusting, because you seem to be someone capable of changing sides very quickly. Why? Because someone told you a few nice words, and you constantly need to be patted on the head like a dog and hear what a good boy you are. Everybody can see it, and you can't change it by trying to act like some edgy boy.

*The man snorted and put his hands into his pants pockets. Some kind of a smirk appeared on his face.*

Halloween is over. I think you can finally take off your sleazy cosplay of Niki Khan. So unoriginal, Ryo.

Anyway, being blood stained and playing with animal guts won't change your personality and won't make people look at you with more respect. In fact, I get more and more disgusted with you, because I hate people who pretend to be someone they are not. This fakeness emanates from you, but as you can see this one example was not the only time you were not honest with all of us. So, you're trying to tell me that you haven't used your full potential until now, just because you respect me, huh? I don't know what limiting yourself has to do with respect, especially when you face someone who is above you, but let me tell you how I see it. From my point of view, it is not only stupid, but also it is an insult. Do you think that when you compete with someone you respect, you shouldn't show what you have the best to offer? It's pretty obvious, that the most logical thing to do would be to show what you can do right from the beginning, but apparently you're a fucking idiot, Ryo. You complete lack of common sense is one of the main reasons why I could never like you. This is evident not only in the example that I just presented to you, but even in your constant naivety, when it comes to our relations. When will you finally learn that business and friendship are two different things, huh? Yes, I was with you on Atlantis. I won't say that I was especially eager to be there, but it was my duty. Nobody from Ashes of the Wake interfered, and you lost clean. This is the moment when my job was done. My task that day was to make sure no one from the outside cost you a title shot, not to cheer you up after you screwed up your chance for the title again. Honestly, I don't even know why you got it, because the way you presented yourself in OWA leaves a lot to be desired. However, as I see in every company, they use such treatments to deceptively show someone that they are important, when in fact no one gives a fuck about Ryo Sakazaki. As you can see, Ryo, your biggest problem is not owning a heart, but lacking a brain.

This is probably why you believe I have a problem with you just because you are not from Japan. Apart from the fact that the accusation is ridiculous, because I would be the last person to judge someone due to such criteria, if I was looking down on anyone who is not Japanese, what would be the point of leaving Japan at all? I'm not a masochist to deal with this. However, you are clearly looking for my reasons in everything, but not in yourself. The truth is, my lack of admiration was never because of what kind of wrestler you are, but because of what kind of person you are. So even though I told you that you might have a pretty good future, I still couldn't be interested in you. Mainly, because you wanted my attention by force, and I don't like pushy people. You show the same way of importance not only towards me, but the whole company, because you always want to be the center of attention. The funniest thing is, you never think that maybe the spotlight doesn't want you. It is no different since the God of War tournament participants were announced. You immediately conclude that you will win the whole thing, when you are not even the strongest person on the Kingdom side. What's more, no one even believes that you will go through the opening round. I'm not really surprised, because I'm sure you don't stand a chance against me, Ryo. As much as I would like to praise your enthusiasm, you probably forget who is standing in front of you. You can call me arrogant. You can call me ignorant, but the truth is, your opponent is one of the best working superstars not only in OWA, but in the entire industry. That's why your vision of being God of War is a child's dream and I won't let you believe for a moment that you can reach for this title.

*The serious expression came back on Arata's faces, as he moved to the final part of his message.*

Your need to feel important is the only reason you care about this tournament, but the truth is you don't know a shit about war, kid. You think it's just some exhibition battles, while in reality it is huge responsibility, envy of enemies and pain. Unlike you, for a long time I surround myself everywhere with people, who are only waiting to rip my head off, but I am always over that, Ryo. Looking at your desire to be accepted by everyone, I cannot believe that you could survive even a moment on my position. I am not the only one who thinks so, because that is why you are always an insignificant part of the show. Maybe you're a good warrior, but don't forget who the Shogun is here, Ryo. Every battlefield is always mine, that's why someone who constantly comes from one war to another is the closest one to call himself a God of War.

*Moments after these words, the video ended with a view of the OWA Frontline's member. The man did not regret anything he said, because he hoped that Ryo Sakazaki would finally know his place. Either way, he didn't expect too much from that idiot. He was also not going to waste time trying to bring him up again, because he was not his nanny. What mattered at that moment was getting to the finals of the tournament.*

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, Christopher Sabertooth and Alyssa Grace have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 6th 2020, 2:05 pm by **Alyssa Grace**

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Atlantis 001. - There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.

"There's a line between black and white. Extremely fine, yet it does exist. Grey is but a trick of the eye. Don't ever lose your focus."

To say this was another expected destination to make a pit stop at, would be a lie.

Hell, these days I have absolutely no clue what to expect when I wake up in the morning which is somewhat a rarity for me. Usually I have a degree of control over what occurs but from now up until god knows when, I have none of that. All I know is that with each passing a day, a new name gets added to the list of people who want to shoot me down. Although it wouldn't be fair for me to complain considering I got myself into this position. After doing some thinking, and then some more thinking and then some even more thinking over the past week or so, it feels like I'm left with two choices, I get used to this or I get myself out of it. I plan on doing the latter, no matter how time consuming, no matter how many bodies I have to put down for the three count because quite frankly, I'm tired. I'm a simple woman, I don't ask for much, I don't enjoy playing these games. That's not how I roll. Yes, whilst I always make my pursuit for greater challenges known, there is a small fraction of my very being that can breathe that sigh of relief that I've yet to be pushed over that proverbial cliff or in any real danger of such, but regardless I've proved that the flame that burns endlessly from within can't be extinguished by even the greatest of torch bearers. No matter the obstacle, I remain on this perch of the mountain ready to do battle for the right to climb higher to reach the next. But it's done with great awareness of the outside factors and influences that lurk in the shadows, and a focus on the next checkpoint within sight that will not be compromised by such, not without a fight. I left my last match, my last title defence with nothing less than full knowledge that a momentary negligence can destroy everything that I had been working toward in an instant. The aftermath since coming out of that particular storm has brought about great perspective, but the turbulence in the clouds remains steadfast.. but then yet again so do I. As big as the challenges I've faced have been, it's the very next one that always proves to test one's might and motivation following a huge momentum building triumph or a huge momentum destroying loss. But that will never alter my decided approach, it will just remind me of what I'm working towards and how to grasp onto it when that time comes. I keep pushing forward, breaking through more barriers, getting ever closer little by little to the things that I desire the most out of this business, leaving everyone to perceive me as they wish. Every match I have is about showing the cynics, the detractors, the so called experts on the greatness factor that what they believe is through opinions and perceptions, I do not need their seal of approval, because this is my journey, not their's. That's what this week is about, the same as it was the last. I see new opposition in that ring all the time, every week of each month. These set meetings, our moments of verbal presentation followed by physical confrontations to decide the winner, they bring out the essence of familiarity, my heart and soul radiating with the awareness that I am in the presence of greatness.

Graham Baker is great. No doubt about it.

The peaks and valleys that you've scaled to be here, they're admirable. I expect that you will continue at the pace you've demonstrated since your arrival here not long ago, with relentless fervour no matter the opposition, something I know of all too well. I've really no qualms with someone like you Graham despite others potentially seeing flaws in how you operate and handle yourself, but that makes you no less of an obstacle that I must remove from my path. By no means do I try to discredit you, that'd be a foolish decision to make on my behalf considering in experience, in accomplishments, in a lot really, you outweigh me severely. But, like some have said for years now, you cannot measure heart, you cannot measure determination or desire. I'm not sure if you're aware or not but most of my career here has been spent defeating those who on paper should squash me like a bug. I'm looking to continue that record. People like to flash their accolades of the past, everything they once were but when you step in the ring with me, none of it matters. Just like me, I am sure all you want is nothing more than to be the best, but right here, right now? I am afraid to tell you that I can not afford the luxury of being humbled in defeat, not against you or anybody else. I have driven in battle towards the goal and now that I stand here with the eyes of the world gazing upon me, I know deep down that I can not afford to fail at this moment, in such a crucial moment of my career. I am a noble warrior, a woman who has constantly chased a never ending dream that never ceases, never stops. A woman with fire, passion, and desire laced within her and integrated in like a fine silk. From the life of obscurity, living in a place that nobody usually gives a care about to into the limelight of the biggest professional wrestling company in the entire world - this is simply an opportunity that I refuse to have taken from me. Part of me wishes the circumstances here were a little different because I really do love matches like this, I love being excited to face someone for the first time, I love being able to get to know a competitor beyond reading up their history. Alas, not everything can be peaceful and perfect here, a part of me thinks it never really will be, with the Phantom Troupe fucking up opportunities left right and centre or so it seems over on Olympus, I can understand that you're probably pissed off beyond comprehension, I would be too and with well, whatever the fuck is happening in regards to me and the title I wear so proudly, I'm a little irked myself. I'm really not looking to add to your frustration, I'm just looking to do my job. My job is to win. My job is to prove that I can hang with the best this business has to offer. You can argue I've done a good enough job of proving that already but in my eyes I will never be one hundred percent satisfied. There will always be a hunger within in me to do more, to do better, to be better. That has fuelled me since the day I first stepped into a wrestling ring and it will continue to fuel me until the day I step out of a wrestling ring for the last time. Please, feel free to correct me if I'm wrong but I think it's reasonable to come to the conclusion that our heads are in completely different places right now and we can do our best to focus solely on one another during our bout but I'm pretty confident in saying we're both looking to prove a point to someone or to a group of people. But, I don't know, I don't know if you're willing or able to forget about what recently happened to you, I don't know if you're going to take out how you feel on me and just hail me as being in the wrong place at the wrong time, I don't know you well enough professionally to make that statement wholeheartedly. I could be wrong. You could prove me wrong. You could prove me right. We'll just have to see.

Either way? I know that whatever you throw at me, I'll throw right back ten times as hard. I believe that tomorrow is going to be like every other night for me, where my opponent finds themselves on the losing end of this match. You will find yourself rising back to your feet and regrouping after experiencing a loss against me. It’s not because I say these things and you automatically need to believe them. Oh no, it’s because I say these things and it’s the truth. It’s because I say these things with the utmost confidence and as much as people wanna deny the truth, they know that they cannot ignore me. They know that they are going to be in for a big fight because you don’t just get a victory over Alyssa Grace with such ease. No, if you want a victory over me, you gotta bust your ass for that victory. You gotta do everything in your power to make sure that I stay down and I stay down long enough for you to get your precious little victory. Even then, I will still find a way to surpass you. I will still find a way to be steps ahead of you, you won’t believe it when I get to your ideal destination faster than you could ever dream of. I can lose championships and big matches and still remain heads and shoulders above the competition. I am still considered one of the best in the locker room.

You may be at the prime of your career, but I haven’t even begun to scratch the surface of mine.

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, Michael Bishop, Arata Asakura, The Banshee, Elijah Hampton and Big_Baker_Brand have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 6th 2020, 3:48 am by **Elijah Hampton**

(And just like that, Elijah Hampton has a future Openweight Championship opportunity. Beating his tag team partner to do it. Making it all bittersweet. At least, that’s how Elijah is playing it on the outside. Deep down he’s giddy. So here we are, Elijah training for this opportunity he’s unlocked. Shea is at the gym as well. Roy getting some juice at the juice bar because fancy. Shea is lifting weights, listening to his heavy metal. Elijah is trying to get his attention. He keeps yelling running montage. And the montage begins. “Running Up That Hill” by Placebo begins playing during this training montage. A previously record Elijah interview starts to play as well. Switching between the two.)

“When I was a wee little lad..’cause I’m Scottish now.. I was ohhh, I don’t know, six, maybe seven..perhaps eight? Unless..nah, seven. Yeah, definitely seven. My teacher went around the room and asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. My fellow classmates gave the typical answers. Astronaut, president, basketball player, lawyer, bounty hunter, pretzel baker in the mall. All the glamorous jobs. But then it came to me. My turn. The teacher raised her hand and I called on her. She asked if it’s okay if she asked me the same question. I said sure, giving her the green light like my name’s Pitbull. Awful song by the way. Would not recommend. Unless you hate yourself, then sure. So before I gave my answer, my classmates were all waiting in anticipation. Their eyes glued to moi. It got real quiet. You could hear a pin drop. They were all surrounding me. We used to have pods but we had to eliminate that because my classmates would literally fight each other and start riots, as they all tried to get those three seats near my desk. Textbooks to the head, crayon stabbings. A huge thing. So my teacher, Ms. Barton made a huge rectangle with the desks, but mine in the center. Always the center of attention I guess, hahaha..HA! But yes, my answer to what I wanted to be? At the age of seven nonetheless? It didn’t matter because my mind was made up. I confidently replied, ‘I want to be OWA Openweight Champion.’ Now, what do you think my teacher and classmates’ reactions were? Do you think this is some cliche story of a sports star being doubted? Their teacher telling them to set more realistic goals? To pursue a different career path? Nah baby, this is Elijah Hampton we are talking about. The Snazzy One himself. They applauded me. The respected how passionate I was about being that champion. A champion for a title that was years away from existing. But I knew one day it would. Because I would make it happen. I had and have a vision. And now? Now it’s all coming to fruition. So in a way, when you think about it? I created Omega Wrestling Alliance. But that is neither here nor there.”

(Elijah starts to grin but he knows he has to get all sad for this next part. He’s on the verge of tears, so he puts on some shades. The song stops playing. And so does Elijah. He’s no longer playing.)

“I get this opportunity. This grand opportunity that men and women would kill for. Even children would kill for this. Dogs, too. All murdering things to get a chance at one title and one title only: the Openweight Championship. That’s right! But hey, it won’t be ‘open’ no mo’, ‘cause Jah closing in on that shit. It’s mine. I called dibs. But like I said, I have this opportunity, plopped right in front of me. But at what cost, hmmm? No really, at what cost!!!!???!!! I had to go toe-to-toe with my tag team partner, Shea Flaherty to get it. That doesn’t sit well with me. That we had to face each other? The fuck? To be pitted against my near and dear friend?! Disgusting. I’m gonna puke. I’m gonna do it. Here I go. Here comes the vom! Actually..on second thought, nah I won’t. This is my fifty-third favorite turtleneck. Can’t do it. Can’t risk it being caught in the crossfire. But why, hmm? Of all people on the Kingdom roster, why him hmm? Why BLOODSHOT, hmm? Halloween has come and gone but I couldn’t help but picture Mr. Dampshaw, asking me if I wanted to play a game that week with his lil Saw mask. Some sick and twisted game. Not just one or the other, but both. Both sick and twisted. So you know and realize how messed up it was. Shea and I? We are trying to build chemistry. Develop that camaraderie. And we were. Slowly! Which is fine, I told Shea we can take this partnership nice and slow. Don’t want to rush into anything. But do you know what or who did some rushing? OWA. They rushed this singles bout of ours. An instant classic. Former feud of the year. And you put that match on a random episode of Kingdom? Not only that, but this early on?! That match should be headlining not only wrestling pay-per-views but film festivals. Musical festivals too because why not? COVID. That’s why not. So now this is awkward. Between Shea and I. It’s awkward. Because of this match we had. Now people are going to talk about how much better I am and how I should just go the singles route because I’m pretty much a legend in the making. That I’m once in a generation type talent. Ugh, so embarrassing. Again, people are saying this. Not me. I’m never one to toot my own horn. I remain humble at all times. But it’s not true, I’m not better than Shea. Just like he’s not better than me. We are equals. Believe me, I wish I could gloat about how much better I am than Shea, but I just can’t. That would be me lying through my perfectly white teeth. And I’m not about that. There’s a reason why we have traded wins over the course of our careers. There’s a reason why we haven’t been able to truly get the better of the other person. It’s because we are both talented as fuck. And sure, having us team now might be a headache because we don’t typically like each other. But once we get on the same page? Of the same book? The Book of Eli?! It’s over for Kingdom. It’s ours. It’s ours for the taking! Kingdom will be our...dramatic pause...KINGDOM! Oooooooh! Shhhhhit! You like it? Well you shouldn’t. Learn to love it instead.”

“What I also love is this match I have this week on Kingdom. You know the one. Against Jef X. Yeah, I shortened your name just then. Took an F off even though it sounds the same. You mad, hmm? You want to hit me, hmmm? You want to pummel my face, hmmmmmm?! Well, don’t. Take it easy, Jeff. There. Two F’s. Like your report cards growing up, ‘cause redneck. So there, I showed you some respect! All is forgiven. Except for the part where..ohh, I don’t know, it isn’t? Jeff, let’s talk man to man okay? Consider us a couple of chatty Cathy’s talking away on our porch after our morning power walk with our sweaters tied around our hips. It’s cool. So you have a little group. The Frontline. Tons of members. Like the other groups. Is the word group offensive? You like alliance better? Gang? Stable? Family? Friends? But yeah, you guys are having this huge all out war. It’s intense. It’s gut-wrenching! Over what, you ask? I’ll tell you. I’ll spill the beans. You hear that? Michael Bishop just threw up! Yeah I watched your segment. He ate beans. Good stuff. Speaking of which, don’t listen to the critics that said it dragged on for far too long. That they had to fast forward like ten times through it because they thought it was going to end but nope, it’s still rolling! Don’t give them the time of day! I for one was thoroughly entertained. Was so spooky. I was hiding under the covers. My silky smooth covers with my silky jammies! Yeah, I have a bed in my personal locker room. Get over it. Some say it’s because Havoc took your world championship. But that’s not the truth, now is it, Jeff? Oh no. Let the world know what’s the root cause behind all of this! It’s because of us. Shea Flaherty and Elijah Hampton. See, we are free agents in this whole ordeal. And you know that. Havoc knows it. Moongoose knows it. Kenny knows it. And you guys are all champing at the bit to scoop us up like I’m some Phish Food. The reason why we haven’t repped your team colors or theirs yet is..to be blunt, because your offers just aren’t tickling my fancy. Go back to the drawing board. Think of something better. Think of something that just screams Elijah Hampton! Something I would want, okay? Okay."

"Now, this is awkward. ‘Cause like, we could be friends soon. Fighting for the same cause. Fighting side by side..just make sure you’re on my right, I want the camera to get my good side. Jeff, our partnership would make sense in all honesty because many view you as the good guys. And I’m a good guy. I give to charity. I voted. I pet a dog once. See? Good person confirmed. So this all makes sense, no? But..BUT, I could also work for The Ashes! ‘Cause I want cool Harry Potter magical powers. I hear you get a mail owl and a complimentary invisible blanket thing. Would be pretty dope. What do you have to offer, hmmm? Some beer? No thanks. I don’t put that poison in my temple. Yeah, my body is my temple. I treat it right. With some tender, love and care. But you? Well, you see, I’ve never been one to tell others how to live their lives. But I’m going to do exactly that. You should cut back on your drinking. It has nothing to do with your well being, don’t kid yourself. It’s about what I care about the most: the fans, mhm. And as you know, fans are very impressionable. And your fans, in particular, are probably extremely depressed as is because they chose you of all people as their favorite wrestler..no offense. Ha, since I said it, you can no longer take offense. That’s how it works. Besides, it’s a compliment if you think about it, and I mean really think about it. So depressed people and alcohol don’t really mix. But that’s enough of me proving to the world once again that I am the perfect role model. This is about our match. But I don’t really view it as a match. Or a fight. It’s more of a dance. Inside that ring. Like that episode of Boy Meets World. Shout out to Topanga. So this Sunday, will you take this dance Jeff? Will you cha-cha with me into the moonlight, hmm? Don’t be nervous about our encounter on Kingdom. I’ll lead. Just follow my rhythm, my hips. Hol’ up, you’re stepping all over me. You have two left feet? Bring left foot to right foot. And do a triple step one two three. AND REPEAT! Oh, you don’t fux with the cha-cha? Okay, how about the waltz then? Good, because I’m going to do just that on Kingdom as I waltz right past you for that sweet, SWEET VICTORY!"

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, Alyssa Grace, The Banshee and Shea Flaherty have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 6th 2020, 12:43 am by **VaeVictisBD**

Real Story

"The Prodigal Son" Finnegan Wakefield

"When you are an artist, it is not about what you see. It is about what you make others see.

I have gone by the alias of The Wrestling Artist for many years now. I think over time, many people have forgotten why. Artists are products of their culture, but they are defined by how they have changed it through the stories they tell in their respective mediums. And since I was a child, Professional Wrestling was that medium for me. If I dedicated my life to it, I could change the world. It has been a platform where I could have my voice heard, my name remembered, and -- apt in its symbolism -- that ring is the canvas I paint my story. I promise you, there is a point to this. Funny thing is, over time, people seemingly have forgotten this is a sport. One of the Olympic grade level, on the same tier as Boxing, Karate, Taekwondo, Judo, Fencing and the like -- sports that immortalize men for their execution and their drive to be the best. People have forgotten that. No, they’ve been distracted from it. Distracted from the competitors busting their asses, bleeding on that canvas, suffering for the art of wrestling. All because there are competitors that make that little, irritating noise. That little ringing in your ear that persists until you have no choice but to draw your attention to it. OWA has been hearing that a lot. People depend upon or hinge their interests around the M. Knight Shamalan signature twists or a deus ex machina to proclaim oneself in becoming an elite. By becoming fake in a sport that should value the real. Now you see it everywhere. These farcical acts that try and paint people larger than life. Risible antics to draw attention away from the sport. Ludicrous, hare-brained stories peddled to garner that 15-minutes of fame they think they’ll be able to milk for what it is worth. But it’s just such a common practice that well is tapped dry. It becomes the culture, one that shouldn't be celebrated. Things like kicking your wife in the back of the head in a desperate attempt to salvage your fragile ego. Things like proclaiming a messiah-complex and leading a misfit group of hands to glorify you, to justify you stealing what you don’t earn. Moments like having fucking Snoop Dogg run in on a wrestling match just to ruin a moment where ones hard efforts should be rewarded. A close personal example to my heart. But none more personal than that which Irónico threw away our friendship for. That is where this all comes together. I’m not just preaching my utilitarian outlook. What more can you do for a friend than putting your personal beliefs aside for them? We formed a beloved team, we fought to become champions together. It didn’t work out. I became a champion on my own, and I wasn’t ungrateful for it, I gave him the chance to have a competitive scrap for it, I just happened to be the one that walked away the winner. I put my beliefs into action. I pushed myself to be successful and, because of that, I am the villain in your narrative, Irónico? I betrayed you because I wanted to make something of myself while you elected to sit at home and on your hands for three years? That’s my fault? That’s why you are trying to go so far out of your way to get under my skin? That’s why you’re going to host this little Diss Party about me, instead of focusing on your own championship venture? Fine. I’ll be the bigger man. Twist the narrative and tell your sob story. Be a bullshit artist of a wrestler. Keep in mind, I am not an artist that wrestles. I am a wrestler, one that pushes himself through the pain of his art. And among this rat race of people being fake, my art is telling the only story that is real.

Fight the best. Beat the best. Become the best.

That has always been my focus. That is the story I put myself through all of this for; one that transcends all colloquial language. The long, trepid, and winding path to a destination guarded by the strongest in the world. I have grown familiar, comfortable even, with having crosshairs of the best pointed on me. And Noah Reigner, I acknowledge you as one of the best wrestlers in the world today. I can’t take that from you. I can’t discredit you because I have heard a lot about you. I have studied you and your reputation proceeds you. You’re world-traveled. You’ve become a champion everywhere you have gone, you have effectively stood atop many mountains in the world of professional wrestling. It only makes sense when you’ve climbed one apex you look towards the next. I’m not the first to introduce myself to you, Noah, I am personally excited to have you here much like I would be whenever someone of world-renown tries their hand and tests their mettle climbing the ranks of the Omega Wrestling Alliance. But I also want to give you a key bit of advice, for the sake of competition. This here, this company I have worked so hard for -- this is the Everest. This is the climb that defines a career, that defines a man. This isn’t the Kangchenjunga of SSW, with numbers at your back that will Sherpa you to the top. This isn’t the K2 of “The Home of the Elite” where a contract serves as a ticket that will give you a cozy gondola to their apex. This is where, if you fear falling, you don’t climb up. We haven’t been properly introduced but I can see it in your eyes, Noah. I can see into the windows of a mans soul, I can see the kind of man they are. You haven’t always been a nobleman, you’ve never been afraid to take your shortcuts, never been afraid to throw some bodies at a problem until it tires out, win by any means, conquers at any cost. More importantly, I can see fears that plague you; the little intricacies that are doubts in the back of the mind. I can see if you have doubts that you will climb this mountain, take on the ever-growing, seemingly infinite list of greats that will stand in your way. I can see if doubt you can beat someone like me, someone who has made their name here, that has given mind, body, and soul on that canvas to be a name immortalized here is planted in your mind. A guy like Finnegan Fucking Wakefield who has beaten the best this generation has forged, who will face the neverending list of the best this sport will have in his lifetime until every great name is scratched off his list, and who will die when -- and only when -- he is undisputedly the best. So do you want to know what I see when I look in the eyes of Noah Reigner?

I see no fear. I see no doubt. And I can commend that. And when you look into mine, you will see the same in vice versa.

While not exactly the same, the parallels between you and I are there. We’ve walked down similar paths, just in different manners. We started making a name for ourselves elsewhere, in the same company but at different times. Both touted as the fastest rising stars that promotion had seen, both proving that fact week in and week out. And similarly, once we were no longer in the higher-ups’ favor and saw futures for ourselves elsewhere, suddenly our accomplishments were ill-deserved. Isn’t it ironic they have grown to make our names unimportant, yet can’t seem to go a week without dragging them through the dirt they say we’re not worth? I digress. The point I am trying to make is perspective is best understood when you’ve walked a mile in the same shoes -- something I think we have done unintentionally. So in that regard, despite the differences that make us much different men, I acknowledge that you’re not only one of the best competitors going today, I respect the threat you would be should we cross paths -- should our stories intertwine. That encounter could have happened at any given time. I always knew that someday it would, even if I had to seek it out myself to make it happen. That is how much I have been wanting to compete against the likes of you. And to me, it wouldn’t have mattered where it transpired. Be it a pay-per-view that filled the house and got the buys at home, be it at Final Destination given the platform that could stand the test of time. Or be it a much more humble first encounter -- on Olympus. And that is perfectly fine with me. Because, if I could be so modest, it didn’t matter where or when Wakefield versus Reigner took place, it would be a showcase of this generation’s strongest forged competitors. And without the pay-per-view buy rates, that would only prove that fact more. The first hit is free. See, I highly doubt this is a one-and-done encounter between you and me -- this is but the spark that strikes the match. Because I have seen it, we are both competitors -- win, lose or draw -- that grow. We don’t fall, we don’t slow down, we evolve and we become more driven. And while I could, in a hypothetical scenario, accept a loss at your hands simply because you are a worthy opponent of an elite level, as the vanguard of OWA and as the measuring stick of excellence;

I refuse to give you an inch without the fight of your life.

So this stipulation concocted by Mstislav, this Sticks and Stones match -- undoubtedly a hearty -rib at our, for the want of a better word, slender athletic frames -- gives me a prime opportunity. I don’t think it’s a stretch to say this kind of stipulation is more in your wheelhouse than it is mine. You have dabbled more in the weapons-oriented department of professional wrestling and, while you may not be able to strike the fear of your “The Chairman” alias this time around with the comedic platter we’re given, a prime opportunity nonetheless. To prove how deep my feet are dug into the foundations of OWA. To prove how versatile I am as a competitor against an elite opponent of any given background. More importantly, to prove that I am not only willing to put myself on the back leg, put myself into the trials by fire, put myself through hell itself for the art of professional wrestling -- I demand to. I not only encourage you to give me your best, give me the undivided focus and drive of the Noah Reigner that has is recognized as one of the best, I will look into your eyes on Olympus and demand it of you. Because I will give you nothing less than the best of Finnegan Wakefield. I will even give you the best I have yet to display. And after it is all said and done, when the bell has rung and we’ve battered each other until the other physically can’t take anymore; I will extend my hand to you. Because if you have given me the best of Noah Reigner, regardless of if you would accept it or decline, I will have nothing less than the utmost respect for you. Because as I alluded to before; I will push myself through any pain to leave my mark on the culture, for the story I will leave to be told, for the art I make in that ring. There is no art that transcends colloquial language more than the uncomfortably real. And as you will find out on Olympus, Noah Reigner;

I am as real as a competitor can get. Something I will make everyone see."

Aria Jaxon, Alyssa Grace, The Banshee, Eon Blue, TTtheT, Darkane, Hana Nakajima and have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 6th 2020, 12:20 am by **The Banshee**

Atlantis Promo

Death Poetry Slam

The camera opens up inside a small, gothic interior room. The screen is presented in a grainy black-and-white filter. Morrighan McDonnell sits at a desk, where she writes on an older piece of parchment using a feather quill, occasionally dipping it in a bottle filled with black ink. As she writes, her voice is heard narrating her written words.

“Viola DeMarco continues to ignore the obvious… There is only one suited to hold the Goddesses Championship… No one has overcome more adversity in the last few months than us… We took on a corrupt administration, filled with deceit and deception… Top superstars were brought to their knees by our hands… Viola DeMarco’s disdain and obvious disregard for justice has been exposed by us, yet she continues to hold power, not un-similar to a fascist dictator… And yet, we still worked within her broken system, excelling at every given opportunity, as few as they are… Even all the others now speak our name only in hushed whispers, because they all fear what Viola should fear… A dark and damning retribution will soon be visited onto all… It has already begun… Last time on Odyssey, a solution to Viola’s problem presented itself… Who should be the ONLY contender for the Goddesses Championship… An easy decision was laid before her… Alyssa Grace even demanded an answer… But corruption and poor judgment ensued… Viola continued to toy with us, stating that our claim wasn’t at all merited… So a message in blood was needed to finally motivate Ms. DeMarco to make the correct decision… Blood that came from Alyssa’s own pretty head… No longer will we tolerate denial… No longer will Ms. DeMarco refuse our rightful claim… We are the only ones worthy… No one else even comes close… Gwen Harper certainly doesn’t deserve a shot, the only thing she’s accomplished lately is beating up a bunch of backwoods drunks, but her in-ring “achievements” are laughably very few, if any… Hana Nakajima squandered her undeserved opportunity, so any additional chance just proves the obvious nepotism that Viola possesses for those certain few Odyssey “goddesses,” but like Gwen Harper, she hasn’t actually succeeded much inside the ring… Rebecca Brookes… do we even to address this further? Our point was personally validated when we brought her down from the heavens… Selene is nothing but a coward who thinks that her previous association with the Void makes her deserving of anything purely by osmosis to greater talents then herself, “talents” that tucked their tails between their legs and fled Odyssey the instant their so-called “reign” was prematurely ended… But as we anticipated, Viola’s agenda clearly is to prevent us from rightfully claiming the Goddesses Championship, so we must double up on our efforts… Viola’s own safety may not have concerned her enough before, but after Odyssey, she should reconsider her stance on us… or she will suffer as no one has suffered before… One only needs to witness our upcoming match on Atlantis for further validation on this, as we take on Sam Ogden, some idealistic-yet-misguided moran that fancies himself some poetic bard… However, we’ve been preparing our own composition for him, one that will end rather horribly for him… there will be blood, brutality, and broken dreams, courtesy of the Mistress of Madness…”

Morrighan then stops writing to look directly at the camera, a serious expression on her face. The camera zooms in, capturing the evil glint in her eyes. She then cracks a smile, as she continues to speak.

“Our Atlantis opponent is apparently a fan of the written word… poetry in particular, so we thought to give it a shot. However, it’s not quite as satisfying as our normal means of expression, as Gwen Harper found out the hard way… How dare that inbred hillbilly assert any right to our property? She claims to have stated her “case” in the ring? Really, what case is that? The only thing that backwoods bumpkin has proven is that she can talk her yellow-toothed jaw off, but whenever opportunity has knocked, she has never answered, often failing spectacularly instead. Her biggest claim to fame? Getting her ass handed to her by Jonetta Stone on an undeserved PPV match, a slot that could’ve been given to us! How many PPV appearances have we been given since our debut? Just one… an opportunity, mind you, that we earned through a match ON Atlantis, not Odyssey… Yet Gwen was given a match just for looking at Jonetta Stone the wrong way… Which is why we gave her only a small taste of everything that she really deserves…”

“Stupidity often feels like a disease, especially inside the Odyssey locker room, as so many bitches continue to insist that they are just as deserving as us, ODYSSEY’S GREATEST THREAT… but just like Republicans at a pool party, your stupidity will cost you dearly, the consequences will indeed be very deadly… So let’s address these other “so-called” contenders, shall we? Like Selene, some Sailor Moon cosplay enthusiast who just shows up one night, after being gone for several months... Ever since that Sex and the City fan club she was a member of, otherwise known as The Void, folded up and disappeared IMMEDIATELY after Eris lost the title to Diantha Rosso... Selene, you think that you can just show up and “automatically” be considered a title contender? You went AWOL at the first sign of trouble, and there is no room for more chicken-shit deserters on Odyssey… Hana Nakajima, yet another so-called “prodigy” out of Japan… Hana, don’t you dare allege that you’re some sort of “victim,” because we’ve been the victim of Viola’s wicked conspiracy ever since we started in this company... The sad reality, for you, is this: you had enough opportunities to win your match, but you failed at every moment. It’s insulting that Viola would even entertain the notion that you deserve another shot… Which is why we used you to make another loud statement, a small sample of our rage that… should you continue down this path… we’ll revisit to you tenfold! Rebecca Brookes… your very misguided blindside attack doesn’t erase anyone’s memory of your losing battle against us… It was never in doubt, despite any attempts by Viola to make it look otherwise… So go ahead and make all the motions around your waist you want, but you only make yourself look even more desperate and stupid… And as we mentioned earlier, stupidity is about to become very deadly to those who continue to exhibit those symptoms…”

“When it comes to the Goddesses Championship…no one, and we mean ABSOLUTELY NO ONE… has put together a more impressive resume than us, especially considering how the odds are stacked against us each and every week… Viola DeMarco has purposely attempted to bury us at every possible turn, yet we keep finding ways to win… Unfavorable booking and biased officiating may have worked at first, Ms. DeMarco, but your lies are becoming more difficult to cover up… April Song and her little Babysitter’s Club appears to finally realized this, but their methods… while delightfully entertaining on a personal level of enjoyment… don’t unfortunately help to expose Viola’s wicked intentions and obvious favoritism… which is why we’ve been taking matters into our own hands… Ms. DeMarco, remember Alyssa’s parting words to you after we turned Gwen Harper’s useless corpse into our latest exclamation point… “This blood is on you.” The question you must have now is this: whose blood will be on your hands next? Maybe your nepotistic lover, Natalie Cage? Or rather what remains after Llorona dismantles her on Odyssey… Possibly your lovely commentators, Gia and Ashley? We hold no ill will against them… but every war has innocents destined to become casualties… Your actions will continue to incur collateral damage, much to the dismay of all… Do you finally understand? As long as you continue to deny us our rightful opportunities… NO ONE ON ODYSSEY IS SAFE!”

The lights on the candles all flicker off at the same time, although they immediately light back up, showing an agitated Morrighan now standing, her fists pulsating, covered with what looks like blood (the screen is still in black-and-white). The camera slowly zooms in on her face.

“At this point, it’s not shocking that we’re passed over on Odyssey in favor of others that better “fit the mold” of Viola’s ideal “Goddesses.” We’ve become a regular fixture for the Atlantis faithful, but instead of fighting top-tier talent, we’re given bottom-feeding trash like Sam Ogden… Who the hell is Sam Ogden? Apparently he’s some poetry-loving insufferable douchebag… the bastard literally nicknamed himself “Poetry in Motion,” when he should instead be named “The Invisible Man,” because he’s so bland and forgettable that no one knows he exists, even when he’s standing in the center of the ring…”

“Ogden, you speak as if you’re some sort of “walking thesaurus,” spouting out archaic words and unnecessarily-crafted prepositional phrasing that makes you sound like some retarded Mother Goose lyricist… but we doubt you ever cracked the spine on a John Milton or William Wordsworth publication… No, you strike us as one of those “beatnik” poetry lovers, the ones who read badly-written poems to smooth jazz and snapping fingers while smoking cigarettes… Being from Virginia, one of the most illiterate states in the U.S., which in itself is saying something… you likely couldn’t read Where’s Waldo without several highly-regarded tutors assisting you every step of the way… But how dare you sully the name of a great poet like Lord Tennyson by calling your signature move “Ode to Victory,” a blatant rip-off to his classic “Ode to Memory,” which is almost laughable when examining how this poem actually applies to you, especially the line “I faint in this obscurity,” because that’s exactly what’s going to happen to you… You’re going to be nothing more than an obscure memory in the OWA, a bonus question for trivia enthusiasts when asked to name “a forgettable man, who fell by Morrighan McDonnell’s hands, that had a strange desire to be a wrestling poet.”

“It’s so adorable that you crafted some verses just for us, but reading between the lines, you are under the assumption that only the Banshee is capable of stopping you… You poor, damn fool! Morrighan and the Banshee are both one and the same! The same voices echo from the same vessel! Regardless of who or what you encounter in the ring, your fate remains unchanged: you will undergo torture that would make gothic poets blush… But since you love lyrical ballads so much, grant us the chance to share with you one that you’re likely not familiar with, a classic composition by Samuel Taylor Coleridge known as “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.” To summarize it enough so that an idiot like you can get the gist of it, it’s a story about a sailor that kills an Albatross, which may or may not have “doomed” everyone on the ship except the sailor, who wears the dead Albatross around his neck, cursed to tell his sad story while living a nightmare for the rest of his days… Now to someone like you, an idiot that probably confuses Edgar Allen Poe with Dr. Seuss, this may not sound very engaging or interesting… but the true beauty in poetry is finding the deeper meanings through careful analysis, and then applying those meanings to your own situation or lot in life… For you, Ogden, are the sailor that wears the Albatross, because the instant you were booked against us on Atlantis… you summoned forth your personal Harbinger of Doom… As for us, we are the “Nightmare Life-in-Death,” a literal waking nightmare that loves to bring about agony over death… We’re not simply going for a quick victory… oh no, instead you will suffer an excruciating fate that will have you pleading for death before mercy, but neither will come until we will it so… In other words, you will endure unspeakable pain and punishment unto your very soul, to the point that relief will only come once our bloodlust is quenched… and right now, the Wraith of the Ring is very parched indeed!”

The room begins shaking, as Morrighan lets out a loud shriek, which causes all the candles to blow out. The screen remains black, as a sinister laugh is heard amongst the billowing winds and shaking furniture.

VaeVictisBD, Alyssa Grace, Eon Blue and Elijah Hampton have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 6th 2020, 12:02 am by **DE'MARION.**

Awful lot of talking.

Not a lot of winning.

Natalie Cage has got a mouth on her bigger than Devi’s chromosome count, but these days you’d be hard pressed to find any reason to justify it. There’s no denying the fact that Natalie Cage was the big dog on Odyssey before. Was. You know, right before she got beaten by one of the most piss poor main event challengers to date in Dulce Torres, then fell off the map. Before I stepped up in her place and showed Odyssey what a real fighter looks like.

Since then what has her career trajectory been looking like? Surprise returning to eat a loss in the chamber, returning from that to lose to Diantha Rosso, and then getting absolutely BODIED by me in what was obviously being framed as her comeback against the new generation. We should hang on that last bullet point on the list a bit longer than the rest, because it’s the one that should have been the nail in the coffin for any sort of legitimacy she hoped to lay claim to. I showed how great the disparity was between the two of us; let her know that as competitors we weren’t even CLOSE! I whooped her ass at GameOver weekend, in fact I did it TWICE!

She made herself famous for her ability to puff out her chest and belt out threats, acting as a microphone gangster who tried to scare her opponents by talking that violence talk. So what did I do? I returned that energy to her doorstep, and I didn’t just jack my jaw, I responded with action. I dragged her around during Atlantis and showed her how a killer REALLY moves. I had her look into my eyes and stare straight into the face of death, the very thing she convinced herself she embodied, and had her shaking in her boots wondering what would happen, knowing she couldn’t do a damn thing but accept that I had her at my mercy. I did her a FAVOR by letting her walk away when I could have ended her whole career. I gave her a day to let that beating sit, then went and mopped the floor with her in the ring at GameOver just to let the humiliation sink in further. After a month of saying she would defend her legacy, put me in my place, teach a lesson to the new girls -- she got schooled by a woman who is more of a respectable veteran than she can EVER be.

All of that bravado in the lead up, all of that flexing of her ego, and in two days I proved myself right and tore her whole image apart like it was just another day. She got ran for ALL of her shit like she was an easy lick walking around the street unarmed -- and that’s exactly what she was when she chose to engage with me. She doesn’t have it like I do. She doesn’t have the strength. She doesn’t have the instinct. She does not have the attributes to lead a roster or hold down her territory like she used to. That was the whole crux of my argument. That her time was done. That she needed to step back and accept the transition of power here on the pink brand. But she chose to make her last stand. She chose to set herself up for embarrassment by entering a losing battle, and got the ass whooping her stupid decision bought her. She could have avoided my challenge. She could have continued to collect her checks and underserved opportunities, and allowed the world to keep lying to her about how much value she still holds. She could have continued to exist in the echo chamber that coddled her and made her feel like a tough guy….rather than stepping out of it and confirming the fact that she isn’t shit.

And what has her career been led to since then? Well go ahead and look at last week, when she trotted her washed up ass down to the ring with a chair and ran out to intervene in business that didn’t involve her! A few swings with the weapon, an offering of the hand, and then you have Natalie side by side with Diantha Rosso and Niki Khan! “THE FEMALE MEMBERS OF WOLVESDEN HAVE REUNITED!” The grandstanding and the photo op commences! The last hope of Natalie keeping relevancy has been broken out as she has fallen back on the stable that she played off like she outgrew it all of those months ago! You know ya singles career is flopping when you’ve got the band back together! The old guard has laid it all out on the table now as they’re relying on each other to keep themselves afloat! To fight off the movement that me, Revy, Jonetta and April are all setting in motion! The winds of change are blowing through this pathetic roster and these bozos have dug in their heels and are clawing for anything they can!

And the sad part is that you’re so desperate to keep yourself in the game, that you’ve allowed this little reunion and the buzz it brought back to your name to get to your head! You've played yourself into thinking you didn't get smacked down. That it's still 2019 and you're the big shot! Now all of a sudden you’re The Queen Shit of Fuck Mountain again! Now me schooling you in New York is old news and you can suddenly find it in you to defeat me this time!

The foolishness never ends, doesn’t it? It’s a hard pill to swallow when you’re not that bitch anymore. When everyone who was made to revere you is now clowning on you and can do it with no consequence. It must especially be sad when you’ve got to be a bag carrier to the stay at home mom who only had four matches to her name….heh. And yet you want to act like I should be afraid of you re-establishing dominance? I don't even need to prove my case, you fell in line and took your role as a low level already. You’re honestly not even worth my time anymore, Natalie. Me returning to this feud of ours and bloodying you up for a third time -- giving you even a fraction of a chance to redeem yourself -- is a courtesy. This next loss is a favor to YOU! A don doesn’t normally get out of his chair to smack up a grunt, he has people for that, but you get to be the talk of the town by getting to add another stain to my boot. This last run….these couples of weeks before the Demolition Corps run through EVERYTHING and give Odyssey a proper hierarchy….the attention from this is the highlight in your lost cause of a career.

You were chomping at the bit for this match because you need it more than I need it, Natalie. Your fall off is already in motion, this is already my land. Your relevance is slipping as stronger competitors are finally getting their hands on their much deserved spots. Your place has long been faded out, but at least this No Holds Barred match offers you some fanfare for a hero's death. Enjoy the infamy, the rest of your little gang will follow this path as well out the door.

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, Michael Bishop, Jeff X, Matsuda, Mav. and Alyssa Grace have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 5th 2020, 11:55 pm by **Matsuda**

Odyssey Promo #2

“Blowing Your Load”

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The camera opens to Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda sitting on the rooftop ledge of her building in the Bushwick neighborhood of Brooklyn, NY. She’s seen drinking from a coffee cup as she stares off into the urban night sky.

“I like you Devi. Because I like you, I want to impart to you a little bit of advice. It may not seem like much at first, but I need you to know and understand about the engagement of war in this business. You’re an eager beaver - and I respect that. But unfortunately, you emptied your clip a little too early. When we promote for these weekly matches, we’re not just trying to get people hyped for the upcoming show, but we’re promoting ourselves, building a brand so to speak. I don't care how straight-and-narrow or anti-establishment someone comes off as, we all have a brand. Derelict is a hobo, Goose is a supervillain, Havoc is Jim Jones, and so forth. You’re an enthusiastic fighter Devi, a little too enthusiastic for some people. But regardless of how many times you’re knocked down, you always find a way to get back to your feet. I admire that about you, sweets. But guts doesn’t equate to ability, and sucks to say, you’re a little lacking in that department. Charging head first into battle doesn’t offer anything but taking a faster L in the heart of battle, and I doubt you have me figured out. Maybe you’re feeling yourself because of my loss to Azurine, but take into account that I’ve had plenty of rest this whole week. I’m focused with my entire attention on you, sweets.”

Stephanie takes a sip of coffee and takes time to reflect before continuing.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’ll be taking this match personally. It’s not your fault, sweets. It’s nobody’s...but my own. I left my guard down around Azurine, along with every other woman I lost to on Odyssey. This is a reality that needs to change. Now that I’ve dealt with Claudia Michaels over in Wrestleworld, I will be redirecting my course to putting my foot down as the War Queen of the Odyssey generation. This is step one, sweets. You’re going to help me send a message to the others loud and clear: I’m coming. I’ve given you all time to play around, but now for my first trick, Devi Krysis will fall to my feet. Aria and I made it a point after winning the tag titles to show who still has the juice in this industry, and we don’t need a clusterfuck of allies to prove our point. We just need to win fights and build our legacy when it matters the most.”

Stephanie took one last sip before tossing the cup off the ledge where it lands perfectly inside a garbage can in front of her building. With her hands in her pockets, the camera followed Matsuda as she made her way to the door.

“I could’ve stopped while I was ahead. After all I had more to say in one video then you did twice over. But, I can’t help it if I like to have the last word. Maybe Aria’s pettiness is rubbing off on me, I don’t know. But regardless, this team will be suffering a Krysis of conscience, but it is what it is. See you Saturday, sweets.”

Stephanie gave one last look at the camera before closing the door behind her.

Aria Jaxon, Jeff X and Alyssa Grace have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 5th 2020, 11:51 pm by **Rebecca Brookes**

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|| :: ODYSSEY #1 -- SCHOOL FOR THE ENTITLED :: ||

California State University.

A few days after Odyssey’s showing to the OWA Network, Rebecca Brookes had a lot on her mind going into the next Odyssey in just a little over a week away. The actions of many that concluded that episode reached an erupted ending that saw a possible future for the brand. Inside of California State University, a singular classroom filled with students all enter the room, quite large and with multiple rows reaching to the far back of the room. Enter the woman who’ll lead the class for the day, Rebecca Brookes, wearing a long flourished sunflower yellow dress with a spring to her step.

“Class has now begun, could everyone please take their seats.”

Everyone within the classroom takes their seats as Rebecca pulls out a textbook from underneath her desk, opening up and scanning through the pages

“I always told myself that if my place in the octagon didn’t come out as perfect as it did, then I would have easily switched over to becoming a teacher. So for me, this feels amazing to stand in front of an entire class and tell you all about how pettiness can kill all hope for a successful run.” Rebecca smiled. “Let me recite you a quote from Iain Pears and his story, The Dream of Scipio -- Odd, don't you think? I have seen war, and invasions and riots. I have heard of massacres and brutalities beyond imagining, and I have kept my faith in the power of civilization to bring men back from the brink. And yet one woman decides to make a stand and demand her place, and my whole world falls to pieces.”

The students around her seem confused, but Rebecca looks around the classroom with a smile to her face. She takes notice of the confusion on the many around her and places the book down onto the desk in front of herself, sighing as she does so.

“I know what some of you might be thinking, is this just a ploy to make a stand against one of your opponents? Well, I guess you could say so, because it feels like because of one woman- or rather, a couple of them- are making my world fall to pieces. The fact I had to watch from my home instead of being there didn’t make things better for me. I wanted to help, I wanted to be there to fight but instead I watched the carnage roll through- I should have been there though, no matter what anyone would like to tell me. That, in itself, makes me angry that I couldn’t help. So I have to do the next best thing, I have to beat April Song and I have to show her that I’m not as weak as she would probably look at me.”

“And I know she’s looking down on me, like everyone probably has when going against me, but that’s fine because it gives me motivation and makes me feel a whole lot better about myself when I do beat her up.”

The large screen behind her shows the group of Jonetta Stone, Llorona, April Song, and Revy during Odyssey LIV. Rebecca looks behind her and sees the group of four women, sighing as she looks up to see them before turning back around to the classroom and the students themselves.

“I won’t lie to you all, I’ve been kind of sick and tired of hearing every single word that comes out of April’s mouth. All she’s been talking about lately is how she’s never gotten anything she’s deserved, she’s been parading around on Twitter and saying how everyone gets a chance except for her, it’s always about everyone except her like it’s some conspiracy.” Rebecca shakes her head. “If everything is a conspiracy against you, and the three misfits you call your friends, then tell me why it’s been you four that’s gotten more chances and chances but always screw it up for yourselves. Look at Revy, she’s been doing nothing but making an absolute fool of herself here in OWA. Look at Llorona, she was one of the favorites to win the Promethean Chamber a few months ago. Look at Jonetta, the current holder of the Athena’s Cup.”

A click on the laptop in front of Rebecca leaves the image to scroll to another image, this time of just April Song herself, particularly after Dreamworld in Wrestleworld.

“So the question is where does it leave April Song?”

“And to be honest with you, I don’t know where it leaves you, April. Because you are someone who can get the job done. You’re someone who can beat the best and is one of the best there is right now. You’ve had chance upon chance upon chance to show that you’re one the greatest of all time, and you know what those outcomes were, April. I don’t need to tell you what they were, I don’t need to repeat it but for those who need that reminder, for every chance that April has had to ‘make it big’, she never fully grasped it. She always sat there and let others sit at the peak of the mountain, she let them and when she wasn’t given any more chances, she complained like it wasn’t her fault she let everyone walk all over them.”

Rebecca tutted, shaking her head as she slams her hands down onto the desk.

“This is the same type of bitch that’ll preach about not letting anyone walk all over them and then they pull that same type of crap? April Song has just gone delusional, a special type of delusional where she suckered in three others who somehow thought the same thing, like that makes any sense. Especially from the woman who holds a chance to become Women’s World Champion at any time and at any place.” Rebecca shrugs her shoulders. “A reminder that being entitled and actually getting something you want doesn’t equal at all. I could demand a Women’s World Championship at any given point and would I be given that shot? Of course not, why would a rookie like me be doing getting a shot without proving she can stand on her own two feet? Demanding that you are owed something doesn’t mean you can get it unless you actually prove you can win it, and April, I think people have had enough of you choking every time you’re given an opportunity.”

“Are we looking forward to the moment April Song demands her way into something she shouldn’t have been given in the first place?” She asked the students, and of course, there’s no response. “Exactly, we’re not. Because why should we be excited about someone who reaches that peak and let others walk all over them? ‘Oh but that won’t be happening anymore’ is what you might be saying April but let’s be real, it’s the same old crap over and over again. You said that about Stephanie Matsuda, you wouldn’t let her walk all over you and what happened? She’s the OWA Tag Team Champion, she’s destroying dudes over on Kingdom, she’s walked all over you to get the Wrestleworld American Dream Championship- are you seeing the problems that I’m seeing, April?”

Rebecca clicks on a button again, and a clip plays on the screen, showing all the times that April had lost this year alone. A smile grew on the Guardian's face as she looked behind her and up to the screen.

“Maybe you don’t but that might make you change your mind.”

Another button push, another picture of April Song appears.

“I know what you’re like, looking me over as a simple nobody who’s just there to take the loss for everyone, and although it might be true, I give a fight and I make sure that there’s a fight to every single one of my matches. I know what irks you though when you see me, you’re looking at someone who very well might have a title opportunity in the future and that makes you wonder why the hell am I getting this shot instead of the likes of Revy or Llorona? It’s simple, I have a heart of gold, the heart of a lion and I do not back down and I keep on fighting. There’s a reason I was put into contention for the Goddesses Championship and that’s because I can keep up, I can show strength, I have to fight and I don’t let anyone walk all over me, April.”

“Yeah, I’ve had my losses and I’ve had my moments of defeat but you know what? I put in the fight, I don’t give up and let them take the win, I make them earn the win, because what’s the point of giving up and giving in when it gets you nowhere in life?” Rebecca looks around to the audience of students. “I ask you all this question. Isn’t it kind of silly to think that tearing someone else down builds you up? Who can answer that question for me?”

A girl in the third row of the classroom raises her hand.

“Yes, you.” Rebecca points towards the girl in question.

“When you say it like the way you’ve told us about this person… Yeah, it is silly.”

“And you’d be right,” Rebecca lets out a giggle. “Because that’s what April thinks of me, someone she can tear down to boost her own ego. This is someone who thinks she can just manipulate me, tell me she will put me through torture, tell me she will make me tap out, but all I see is a woman who is all bark but no bite. This is someone who I know can prove to me she has it in her to become someone, to become the person she’s preaching and demanding to be without a posse following her around. She knows it herself she doesn’t need to be this little miss entitled karen, she’s someone that people look up to, but she wants to forget it all. She wants to prove she can be the baddie in the fairy tale, she can be this brazen bitch that makes silly takes and can’t back them up at the end of the day.”

Rebecca simply rolls her eyes as she clicks another button again, and like before, another image of April Song appears.

“She’s preaching it now, she’s spending most of her time talking about her new friends and her new allies who’ll help her become who she envisions herself of being. This is her new pack, because she’s looking at every other brand and seeing factions forming and wars dividing them, so what’s the next best thing to do to grab attention?” Rebecca questions. “Copy what everyone is doing and begin to divide this brand by yourself. You’re just copying and pasting what The Ashes of The Wake are doing, saying that they deserve this and that when they really don’t and haven’t even gotten the best of the best on their side, it’s just a downhill battle for you to fight April. Your fights aren’t worth it, the entire roster isn’t interested with your speeches, and all you do is be the coward you never were before and attack people from behind because it’s someone who doesn’t agree with your visions.”

“You became the one thing you swore to stop, the one thing you swore to destroy.”

A sigh came from Rebecca as she closed the laptop in front of her, leaving the screen to go blank.

“Stop being someone you aren’t and act like the person you truly are, if you were to see the problems you were doing to yourself, you’d fix them and not take this route where everyone is to blame for the crap you were doing to yourself. This brand isn’t The April Song Brand, this isn’t the April Song Show, none of this belongs to you because you could never fix yourself to be the best.”

“I hope that soon you can see that, because after Odyssey, I’m not going to show you again.”

Another sigh from Rebecca.

“Class is now adjourned.”

Jeff X, Devi Krysis, Alyssa Grace, Eon Blue and Hana Nakajima have spoken. It’s such good shit!

National Play Outside Day November 5th 2020, 11:50 pm by **AzurineVebbins**

Azurine Vebbins: I can already hear your opulent ovations and overtures, Omega Wrestlin’ Alliance chanters! I’ll be appearin’ tomorrow night on Atlantis alongside Da Infernal Beast as we orchestrate da obvious obliteration of Gwen Harper and Oliver Harpe. Of course, obvious bein’ da operative word based on what happened when Harpe, Harper, and I previously promenaded. Dat’s why my confidence’s stemmin’ like a fresh-cut rose bouquet. Den again, it could be since November 7’s National Play Outside Day and I’ll be spendin’ a fair amount of time on da apron. Would chew more scenery but I’ve got a ladder limbo contest later tonight.

Devi Krysis has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 5th 2020, 10:14 pm by **Noah Reigner**

“This has been a long time in the making. Noah Reigner versus Finnegan Wakefield. This classic could easily headline any major event, in any major company and Finn and I would put one a five-star classic; that much is a guarantee. But instead of at a major event, in a huge stadium under all of the bright lights and media attention; we get the match up that could easily be a ‘Match of the Year’ candidate on Olympus.

But I’m not knocking the decision being made because it was only a matter of time before myself and Wakefield found ourselves across the ring from one another. Why would you not book it? We’re both decorated champions. Huge superstars no matter what company we’ve stepped foot into, because we both have resiliency for days. We fight with every fibre of our being, with every breath in our body. You would have to legitimately render us unconscious before we stop - because THAT is how much fight both myself and Wakefield bring every time we step into the ring.

I know exactly what Wakefield is capable of. His career is well documented, just as mine is - so I know Wakefield has done his research and has figured out Noah Reigner, too. And if he’s anything like I am, then he is anticipating this battle because it will finally test the two of us. We’ve both cut our teeth in various places in this industry, but found our ways to Newark. Wakefield would leave his mark there, and depart. Then I showed up, left my mark and left. But let me tell you, there were comparisons aplenty being thrown around by the brass. How Reigner would burn out and fade away like Wakefield did. And hell, they say the same thing about new comers there now - comparing them to me, how they will burn out and fade away…

But now I see that it’s not fading away; it’s moving on to bigger and better companies and organizations. The industry is a hell of a lot bigger than some company in Newark, and you and I have both proven that when we’ve gone out and captured titles more prestigious. You and I have both proven that when we’ve gone out and become even bigger stars than we were when we were trapped within those halls.

You and I have both proven ourselves time and time again, Finn. And I understand that the OWA; that this is your house. You’ve made your reputation here, you’ve solidified yourself as one of - if not the - best. And I respect you for that, Finn. It’s rare that I have respect for someone, but there are a few names on that list - and your’s is there. But respect aside, right now this is the time for me to prove myself again.

I may have not gotten it done against Jacob Senn a few weeks ago, thanks to Darkane, but against you? I’m putting all of my focus on the Phantom Troupe, aside. I’m putting everything that I have into this match against you, because that is what this match deserves. The Troupe and my newfound allies, all of that bullshit goes to the back burner for now. This match deserves my full attention, you deserve my full attention. A former OWA World and Television Champion isn’t someone to take lightly, and walking into a match - with an opponent of your calibre - with my mind on something else, that’s as good as giving you the win.

But I’m not going to do that, Finn. I’ve trained too damn hard. I’ve worked too damn hard to get where I am in my career today, for a big match like this to slip through my fingertips. As much as I look up to, and as much as I respect you; I will not be satisfied leaving Raleigh without a win. Because at this point in my career; new to the OWA, I need to remind everyone who I am and what I can do. I did it in Newark, and I did it in Japan. It’ll be easy for someone to sit on the other side of the camera, saying I had luck in those places - and it wouldn’t surprise me. I’ve heard that my entire career, that I’ve been ‘lucky’. I’m sure you’ve heard that argument too - until you carved your name in stone here in OWA.

It’s my turn to do that.

It’s my turn to carve my name into the OWA foundation. ‘Noah Reigner was Here’.

Look, man. Like I said, I respect you - but respect stops when the bell rings and we shake hands. After that, you’re another opponent. Another test for me; and as it stands right now, you are the biggest test that I have yet to take. I’ve always been the type of athlete that RISES to the occasion in situations like this. As far as I see it, Finn, you are the end-all-be-all of the OWA and in order to prove my worth, to show that I belong here, I must go through you.

We’re a lot alike when it comes to our in-ring prowess. Despite neither of us cracking two-hundred on the scales, we’re both proficient strikers. We can chop, punch and kick with the heaviest of hitters. I concede that you are much more versed in the submission game than I am, and that is your edge. That much I’ve studied, and that much I’m prepared for. I’m more of a smash-mouth blend of striking and technique, not so savvy with the submissions but I can at least hold my own. I’ve proven that time and time again against submission specialists, much like yourself. To every hold, there’s a counter or escape. You just need to have the brains and the level headedness to execute.

I have both.

On paper, Finn, this match is closely contested. Height, weight, skill, list of accomplishments - it’s almost as if we mirror each other. What this is going to come down to, is who wants it more. As cliche as it sounds, that is a factor that everyone overlooks. They’re quick to run down and chop at their opponents wrestling skills or styles, how it fails in comparison to theirs - or whatever. But us? We’re so alike that this is going to come down to the drive and the determination to win. There’s a lot at stake for the both of us, I won’t lie. I know what’s going through your mind, Finn. It’s crystal clear.

You lost your Television championship weeks back and you’re looking to bounce back, and do so in a big way. What bigger way than to take out Noah Reigner? To stop a man who’s red-hot, coming into OWA and picking a fight with the ‘almighty’ Phantom Troupe. Putting down Noah Reigner would be the best way to rebound from losing the Television championship and beginning your ascent back up the mountain. I would be on that same wavelength if I were you too, Finn.

But for me? I said it. You’re the end-all be-all of OWA in my eyes. You are the pinnacle of this company. Not Havoc. Not Derelict. Not Jacob Senn, Darkane, Fiora. You. When I put my name on that contract, the first person I looked at in this entire company - was you. The first person that came to my mind for my ‘dream opponent’ was Finnegan Wakefield. Because I’ve heard the hype from Newark when I was there. How Wakefield was good. I’ve seen your name on every other social media platform with people talking about how good you are. I knew, the second I signed that contract, Finnegan Wakefield was the man to beat.

You are the man to beat.

Right now, all of the shit with Graham Baker, with the Phantom Troupe, with my ‘killer squad’ of Baba Yaga and Brian Daniels - none of it matters. Sticks and stones match, whatever that is, it doesn’t matter. All that matters to me is getting you inside of the ring and, finally, having my chance at you. What I said before, I stand by. What this match will boil down to is who wants it more. And I’m sitting here right now, saying that I not only want this - I need this.

Leaving a mark, a lasting impression on OWA, is my goal. If that happens by being one of the men credited with taking out the Phantom Troupe, then great. But I want my legacy, my OWA chapter to start off with a victory over Finnegan Wakefield. I want to be able to say that I rose to the challenge that is Finnegan Wakefield, and I was able to defeat him. That is my only focus heading into Olympus this week.

The Troupe, my kill squad, Baker - all of that will work itself out in due time. You, Finn, are a more pressing matter. Advancing my own career is a more pressing matter than some group of has-beens still trying to keep some shred of relevance and credibility.

That doesn’t mean that I don’t take them seriously; not at all.

That just means that this match is too important for me to throw away. This match is too important for my career to let slip through my fingers because I’m worried about them.

It’s also not fair to the threat that is Finnegan Wakefield.

As much of a threat that you are, Finn, you need to realize that I am just as much of a threat. As big of a talent that you are, I am just as big. Both you and I have traveled the world over and have proven ourselves on different levels in different companies. There has been and will always be a comparison between us. On Olympus we finally are able to throw down and see which one of us is the better ‘skinny boi’. We are finally able to see which one of us is the better athlete.

Win or lose, I will stand there and shake your hand for the honor of getting to share with the ring with you. But you better believe that I have my gun aimed on you. I have my target set on you. And once that bell rings, I’m coming at you with everything that I have, looking for - and ready to fire off the Kill Shot. I am ready to do anything and everything that I need to do in order to become the victor of this match. Whether or not I beat you in a wrestling match, or stone you to death with stones.

And I know you have the same intention…

But only one of us can win. Only one of us can be declared the winner and I know you want it to be you, so you can show the world that losing your Television title didn’t shatter you. But I want it even more.

To the OWA faithful, to the OWA roster, to the world - you have nothing to prove. I have everything to prove to the OWA fans and to the roster.

And more importantly, I have to prove this to myself. I have to prove that I am worthy of being a member of this company. I have to prove to myself that Noah Reigner is legitimately one of the best in the world. There is no better platform or venue to prove that than here on Olympus, and there is no better person to defeat than you. The Prodigal Son. The KING of the OWA.

Well, all so-called ‘Kings’ have one thing in common. They hate the Ace.

And that’s who I am.”

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, Christopher Sabertooth, Mav., Alyssa Grace, Darkane and Hana Nakajima have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 5th 2020, 4:08 pm by **Gwen Harper**

Atlantis Promo

BANSHEE

Sam Ogden comes into focus, he is seated on the porch of a very old mansion. As the camera pulls back revealing where he sits, a sign comes into view. “Home of Famous Poet Susanna Wright, Columbia, PA 1738”

As we came down the old boreen,

Rose and I – Rose and I,

At vesper time on Sunday e’en,

We heard a banshee cry!

Beyond the churchyard dim and dark,

‘Neath whispering elms, and yew-trees stark,

Where our star shone-a corpse-like spark-

Against the wintry sky.

Whispers, whispers on the wind. Do you hear them? Do you understand what they say as they twist and turn and fold their way into your mind. They tell secrets, secrets of forbidden desires, ones to make the skys dim and a heart darken. Unbeknownst as I walk with the lingering threat, leaving behind the broken body of Oliver Harpe as I must continue the arduous journey, making our way to the next showing of our craft. But those whispers sitting behind me, or are they above me I cannot tell. I hear them cry out and warn me of coming trauma that even a mother would not tell a child about. Tells of a world full of darkness where cries fill the night sky and grown men tremble at the sound. I look for its sources but its cloud in shadows and before me stands but a woman. She walks around her hands in her hair the world out to get her but no matter what all she must do is succumb to the darkness in her mind and wail out and cry BANSHEE.

Oh the and fear it begets when that cry is heard, women of Odyssey must look to and fro never knowing who might fall victim next to her madding ways as she seeks nothing short of Goddessness. A fear even men behind a desk come to loathe as they feel the wrath of this scorned being and never understand why she must be as she is. But fear is a word we have not found in service, Seeking for that which I would be lacking for to fear itself would stop me from fighting. No, for I walk among giants and ghosts of the past to see the future laid out before me. So unto the cusp of battle will you join me.

We heard and shuddered sick with dread,

Rose and I- Rose and I,

As the shrill keening rang o’erhead

Where cloud-wrack floated high.

Our two young hearts long, sorely tried,

By poverty and love denied

Still waiting for some favouring tide,

And now! Death come so nigh.

I know in your heart of hearts you clamour for glory, so to deprived as many of what they deserve and you see me before you just one stone more that you must travel. I promise you however My stone is sat higher, up in the clouds denying your steps upon me. So must you climb up the hill before you, scratching and clawing and yet higher I go as I turn your momentum against you. See though you are striving to prove you belong I too am climbing this uphill battle we both share. One in which the world sees us for what we are and it truly is a shame we meet under these stars on this fateful night. For having a purpose that is so close in meaning we could fight in the same direction. But the world works in ways not knowing and we find ourselves thrust at the point of breaking in which one of us must falter in their quest to prove where they belong.

But it is in the quarrel that one must stand tall, the other must falter or possibly fall. To deny you victory could derail your quest, the quest for gold that you are trying to undertake and yet at every turn something is there. In your worst of worst dreams I am a dark lingering shadow and while you wail into the night I but whisper out to you. I am the fear that resides within you, the fear of never becoming more than you are as each and every star around you shines brighter to bursting and all that is left is BANSHEE unnerved and forgotten as the world all but moves on leaving you left rotten.

‘Which of us two is called away

You or I-You or I?”

I heard my patient poor love say,

With bitter plaintive sigh.

‘Neither, dear girl,” I bravely said,

‘To Mary Mother bow your head,

And cry for help to Her instead,

Nor heed the Banshee’s cry’.

That whisper that I mentioned, lurking just behind the door. It grows louder as you listen never knowing when or where it departs. It calls to us, yes me and you. And the patience we show as we battle, the strength that is needed to push us further and places on the precipice of falling to its words. It calls out again One of us must go and While I know I am growing to a much higher place you climb up beside me. Who must it be to pay that piper? And so we fight on and so we will, as neither of us break from the weight of the world we must reach. But who will it be You or I, you or I...Perhaps it is time for me to lower my head raise up my hands to the heavens before me and seek intervention on my behalf but alas I am unwilling. I deny that there is a power above me who can summon the gates of an angelic domain, for it there were we would not be here among your wretched kind, no no Banshee would exist if the heavens were true and so once again is it me or is it you?

Perhaps it is neither, one might want to sing, can two cross paths and divert back to their original tracking? I care not for prophesying to the unknown but we should consider that win or defeat we continue as we were but then something chilling eating and beating the back of my brain tells me this is not the way. Two paths colliding only the stronger moves on and as I am rolling and moving along I will not slow my motion. Head long into the night I am running for you Morrighan and you must, no matter of lying you must bring out the BANSHEE. Yes it is true I am calling her out and when she cries and appears in the field of vision I know that fear will not shower my eyes. I will look through her and past her. She will see nothing of cower that others have shown and find the confusion of seeing the truth. A truth that I am saying as you listen to me now. I find no comfort in what I must do. Just know that while others must run for their lives as the BANSHEE wails out and they heed the warning. Sam Ogden will not listen to the exhortation and I will face the beast before me.

We raised our hearts in fervent prayer,

Rose and I-Rose and I,

Nor knew our troubles ended there,

Our happiness came nigh.

For ‘twas the grim old farmer, he-

My only kin, rich, miserly,

Who, dying left his wealth to me-

For whom the banshee cried.

Happiness only comes when one of us goes, and who should be seen rising up from the ashes of the fiery scrap? I claim this in my name and you shall be sundered. I cannot allow myself to falter, or be stopped in my path as I try and emerge in this cold world. No I am the beacon needed by the people that know not of the arts or the beauty around them. You throw pain and blackness over all that you touch for if it is hidden your effort can lower for filth looks like gold when all around you is broken. Morrighan I will not let your virus consume me. No you see, I will not fail as I walk down my path. Your sickness engulfs you and withers you away while I take advantage of the broken shell she leaves behind. McDonnell is nothing more than a withered old host and if the BANSHEE is not who stands before me on Saturday, your fate is already sealed.

Who dying in their own body will be left broken, none other than Morrighan says I. It is not a pompous ego that makes such a claim, it’s just that I know of the actions I am capable and without your dark power I am insurmountable. And even if you dare let her out, like a moth to the flame she will soar to my light and I will strike, when we cross I am ready to battle and weather the storm. I know to you she cannot be beaten, the power she gives is 10 fold of many but even her Succor will not derail my efforts. My words may seem grim as you hear them play out, I will give you that I too have a hidden helper, a voice in my head no others can hear. It tells me of secrets and little white lies, it helps me see the world as it's written and through I am able to deliver my gift to the masses.

The voice that I speak of, it’s that whisper you hear. It’s me in the darkness lingering ever closer as I stalk you in shadows. I linger like moss on an old broken stone and sap up all there is to know. I know that you need this win more than I and yet when it's over I will be called victor, my hand raised high. The BANSHEE cries out, her wail is shrill and deafens the ears, but still I stand ready and able to fight on so have her beside you, inside you or out. I am not one to spook over a loud bit of noise and light I can bring to any darkness you shed, My head will not fail me as I know what I see. Wailing, crying, clawing and fighting, screaming out, breaking down and no matter what, nothing you can do will break my defences. I dig down deeper and deeper still to find the power and will to move on from this fight.

No longer a whisper my words will echo through your mind, eating away at what it can salvage. It will leave you a husk that even that BANSHEE can’t control, aided by the beauty my fists will bring to the battle as I lay waste to the notion of you winning with each strike that I make. The world will see the grace that I give you even as you fall and will remember your cunning and self preservation, jaws will hang in awe when this fight is over. My words will have meaning by the actions I will share in that gathering while yours will be left hanging by what ifs and maybes.

I leave you with one message, one last bit of truth. While you ponder my thoughts as I have laid them before you, know deep in your heart each one bears some truth. BANSHEE or not you are at my mercy. Look not to me when I beat you but the words I have spoken. In that ring I will right my best work to date:

When the BANSHEE Breaks..By Sam Ogden.

The camera pulls back from Ogden as his eyes have glazed over in that entranced stare. He is putting on his black fighting gloves that he wears to the rings as if already getting ready for battle as he stands from his chair and walks off the old mansions porch as the scene fades to black.

The Banshee By: Alice Guerin Crist

Alyssa Grace and The Banshee have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 5th 2020, 10:46 am by **Hana Nakajima**

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Odyssey #1: I have enough.

05.11.20 Tokyo, Japan

*After a short break from the in-ring action, the young Japanese woman was supposed to fight in Odyssey's ring once again. However, her opponent was not one of many roster members, but a person who showed perfectly clear that she will be a pain in the ass for both Hana and the rest of the pink brand. Honestly, young Nakajima was even happy that it happened, because she will have a chance to pay Selene back for ruining her match with Alyssa Grace. It wasn't normal for this girl to seek revenge, but it wasn't really about vengeance itself. Selene was one of the many delusional figures in this industry, who needed a lesson of good manners and logical thinking. Looking at the steps she had taken since she appeared, Hana felt that she should finally know her place as soon as possible. After all, controlling such a huge ego for a long time is not easy, and it can lead to a tragedy that nobody would like. There was enough going on on Odyssey. Nobody needed another madwoman, especially Hana, who didn't like people who thought they could do anything they want and didn't have to bear any consequences. Well, Selene was going to have a chance to find out completely different on the next Odyssey.*

*The shot opens in one of Hana's favorite local restaurants, showing a young girl sitting on the leather sofa with her forearms resting on the table top. The Japanese woman wears white high-waisted jeans, a black sweater and black heeled ankle boots, while a black choker is visible around her neck. A delicate make-up can be seen on the face of the teenager, and her hairstyle has been made with a crimper machine. At the very beginning of the video, Hana is drinking through the straw from the mug in front of her and takes a deep breath before starting her speech. You can hear a bit of frustration in her voice.*

Sometimes I don't understand why everyone thinks, that they can do what they want and don't even think for a moment what the consequences are. The problem is that the word "consequences'' doesn't even appear in their heads. They simply pursue their goals at all costs, but is it a healthy approach? Such behavior only evokes havoc and mess in the closest environment, and I still have the impression that in the last few weeks or even months, Odyssey has become some kind of battlefield. And then she appeared. I'm not saying it was wrong to take a break and then come back, but the way Selene showed her cheeky face once again in this company was just shameful. Perhaps the worst part is that she doesn't even realize how bad what she did was, because this 'SuperHero' attitude emanates from her. As if someone did not understand, of course, I say it sarcastically, because what is commendable in her behavior. She's saying, that she is back here to save this company from corruption and other stupid things, but the truth is, it's just about satisfying her ego. If she cared about the present and the future of OWA, she would not be involved in my clash with Alyssa. Have we done something wrong? No, but it seems Selene has some strange obsession with Lyssa. I guess she just can't stand the fact that she herself has been with the company so long and accomplished nothing, while Alyssa has joined the ranks of Odyssey with a bang. Honestly, I do not understand the envy caused by this, because everything should be about the common good of the brand. Alyssa has shown all this time that she is a good change for Odyssey and cared for the prestige of the title that was entrusted to her. Hence, your accusations against her only show how hypocritical you are, Selene, and that you only care about your own benefits. Who cares that Alyssa didn't pin a champion at Fatal Destination III? She didn't have to, it was a multimen match after all, and that doesn't make her deserve it any less. Besides, she had her match with April one on one later, and she did well too. So stop pretending you look after anything but your own nose, because as soon as you mentioned the Goddesses Championship, your true intentions became clear to everyone. As far as I can understand your hunger for success, in your case it is rather a requirement to get something without making any effort. However, the funniest thing is, you are the first to say who deserves something and who doesn't. Who do you think you are that you believe you can make decisions like that, Selene? Each of these women works hard for their chance, and you just walk in after months of doing nothing and tell us that none of us deserves a spotlight. But explain one thing to me, Selene. If you think Alyssa, I or the rest of the Odyssey roster do not deserve to own the Goddesses Championship, what have you done to have that honor? Took a silly name from mythology? Or maybe you've made yourself a self-proclaimed goddess? For the last few months there hasn't been a trace of life from you, and now you show up and think everything is owed to you. In fact, maybe I got the chance for the championship myself, that you ruined, but at least I showed up at the shows on a regular basis and worked hard to make Ms. Viola even think to give me that opportunity. Here's the difference between us, Selene, you think everything will be given to you just because you exist, while I understand that without hard work, you will never make it to the top of the mountain that everyone dreams of.

*Hana takes another sip of tea, ignoring the straw which is still in the mug. Moments later, she continues her speech. It can see a slight blush on her face, caused by emotions.*

This convenient approach made it not only you, but all of the Void, packed up and left OWA. Management ceased to see you as anything worthy of attention, because why should you reward someone who does nothing for you in return? Maybe I don't know much about business, but it's probably not a good one. As always, however, rather than looking at your own mistakes and faults, it's best to look for the problem in others. Corruption? Injustice? No place is perfect and saint, but you know that these are just excuses to justify your absence, not to have a bad start. After all, it's hard to come back as a coward who escaped immediately after something went wrong. However, no matter what you say, people still remember everything. Words aren't enough to fool the public, Selene. A coward always remains a coward, and you show it at every step. Ruining a match when no one expects that? Saying some bullshit about someone, but not having the courage to say it to her face? It's whole Selene. You don't even know how much something like this is frustrating to people who just want to enjoy their careers. You had to understand it eventually, which is why the roles were turned on the previous Odyssey. This time I attacked you and you finally felt the taste of your own medicine. Besides, I guess everyone is grateful that I finally made you shut up. All you were saying was making the blood leak from my ears. However, while this little lesson gave me some satisfaction, this time in the end you will have nowhere to run away. Finally, you'll have to stand face to face with me, not attack me when I don't expect it, and maybe eventually you'll learn that there are always consequences in life. Both you and the other riot makers on Odyssey will sooner or later understand that they are not allowed to do what they want.

Personally, I'm fed up with everyone trying to bring their own order, just to get the benefits from it. In fact, I am pissed off. Everyone knows that I am one of the most positive people this industry has ever seen, and maybe the whole planet. So it is clear that something is wrong since Hana Nakajima is taking steps that are not normal for her to take. However, from what I've noticed, asking for good behavior in a nice way never works, so I'm not going to try to convince Selene that she should do otherwise. She's a grown woman, and she should probably be aware of what's wrong herself, and if she doesn't understand it, maybe a kick or two will restore her ability to think. Anyway, my match at the next Odyssey is not just another match. It is not only a kind of revenge for taking away from me the chance for the championship, but above all it is my statement that I have had enough and will not tolerate what is going on around.

*A grumpy expression appeared on her face as the girl talked about it, but when she finally finished her message to Selene and the rest of Odyssey, she kind of felt relieved. What was happening in the last few weeks was too much and even someone as nice as her wouldn't stand it. Besides, Hana did not want to passively observe what was going on and it was supposed to have its first stages on Saturday.*

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, Christopher Sabertooth and Jeff X have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 4th 2020, 10:13 pm by **Gwen Harper**

Atlantis Promo

Backing it Up

The camera fades in on a rustic unfinished garage, inside of which we find a makeshift gym set up. Free Weights and machines to one side, Mats, ellipticals, sparring gear on the other. Soon the camera finds Gwen Harper training. She is laying in shots to a body bag, clearly having been working out a while. She sees the camera and stops her attack and motions to the person holding the bag to move along.

Hunting isn't always about being in the stand. Hunting takes finesse, patients and grit. Your body has to be as sharp as your sight because anything can happen. Your feet need to be fast when a bear surprises you, and you must be able to hold your ground when charged by a boar, yanno? Just like in that ring, when I am setting my sights on my opponents, I take every effort to be at the top of my game. Now last week, I didn’t have a way to showcase to y’all what I could do. But I did get a chance to get some things off my chest. After meeting Jeff X in that bar, swapping stories and complaints over that beer, and then having to stomp the hell out them drunks, yanno? I realized sitting there, fighting there that I was right about a few things. First and foremost being that I prove who I am, week in and out in that ring. Win or Lose, no one skips past me on an easy shot. If I am not winning, I am barely losing, yanno? And it's nothing fancy, never has been and never will be. I get you locked in my sights and I take my shot and I kick your ass. That's how I work and that’s what i continue to do.

Come Odyssey, I decided to let Ms. Alyssa Grace know just that. While she was up in Ms. DeMarco’s office, demanding to know who she would be facing to defend her Goddesses Championship. I confronted her, Told her just how I planned to earn my shot. By hunting down and stomping out every damn other challenger in that ring. She had some hard truths for me herself. It's true I lost to Alyssa Months ago. And then I lost to Jonetta Stone too. Trust me when I tell y’all, those losses have stung deep. But They made me better, yanno? I do not have to stoop to any tricks, no parlor games from me. I don’t have to turn off the lights and paint up my face. I don't have to put you through our GMs desk to make a point. I look you in the eye and tell you just how bad i'm going to lay you out. I don’t have to go and find friends to run ramshod either. I go to that ring, I kick your ass, I claim my kill. And I walk out yanno? So why is it, why is it that these ghouls and gangs of bitches gotta do what they want and when they want it. Why are they forefront and taking up the time I could be using to actually bring joy to the fans? Those are questions I cannot answer, but what I can do is what I always do. That involves walking my ass down to that ring and making damn sure that I walk out my hand raised. No Gimmicks no tricks. I get you in my sights and I run you down and claim my prize. I will continue to prove why I am the future of Odyssey, and that will continue this week.

I am teaming up with Oliver Harpe this week. My hope, is he does not bring any of his demons from Kingdom into our match, yanno? He seems right capable enough and well, I have no choice but to trust him, I just hope he keeps up his end of the bargain. And even if he doesn't, I plan on keeping up mine. Hell, I already have one dead to rights. That of course being Azurine Vebbins. Here is someone with so much potential, someone who just a couple months ago could have been sporting some gold. You all saw it right? That Openweight Championship match? But just like then and just like now, all Azurine seems to care about is those likes, and those followers. She spends more time in front of a camera then I spend in the Woods...let that sink in. If she could just focus, focus on her in ring talent instead of vlogging, she might be capable of something here. And I feel bad yanno? I feel bad for Devi Krysis. Azurine is her partner, and trust me when I say I know Devi is about the hard work and she puts in the effort too. If I was her I would be questioning why I keep putting up with the lack of effort from Azurine. And I know, I know I could be wrong yanno? She may put in time in the gym, she may train. I just don't feel like it's enough at this point. OWA is not a stop over to YouTube stardom. If you're not here to win, why are you here? Because right now, at the level you're at, you cannot beat me Azurine. I expect a fight, don’t get me wrong, you will land a few good shots I am sure. But, the effort, the desire, I do not see it in your eyes, yanno? Where I am driving toward a goal, ready to make my history, you just can’t get away from your cooking shows and radio spots and all other manner of not being a wrestler. Maybe my words will spark something in you yanno? Just know It won't keep me from taking my shot.

The only problem is I know you don’t come alone, you got someone who calls themselves the Infernal Beast. Udy, You are a prime example of what I am starting to absolutely hate about my own brand yanno? From your multiple personalities and you parlor games. You focus more on trying to scare your opponent before that match starts and I am just not here for it. Look, you call yourself a beast. Well I am a huntress ok. I hunt beasts, I take them down and I gut them on the forest floor. Your mind games won’t save you, but from what I have seen, you can barely save yourself as is. It's no wonder someone like Jeff X is about to lose his mind over on Kingdom. Now I know why you are in this match too. You and Harpe have a common denominator in the fact that you are both facing down faction warfare on that damned show of yours. Which again suits me just fine yanno? Just keep your distractions away from my hunting grounds. I honestly don’t think that's too much to ask. I can say this though, I won’t shy away from you, not I will come full force, you will find out what it's like to be in the sights of this huntress and will see what happens when I fire my shot.

Honestly I feel a little disappointed yanno? Neither of my opponents this week will be focused solely on me. Their outside influences will keep them limited when they face me. This is almost like I’m already hunting wounded prey. You don’t need to be a huntress to know why this just isn’t as fun, yanno. But sometimes hunting is less about the sport. Truth be told, most states allow hunting to help keep the game population in control. Basically, they understand sacrifices must be made and a culling of the herd must take place. What this means is, by hunting the two of you down, and kicking your ass in that ring, I am doing a favor to the masses, yanno? But I get that it's not that simple, But that's what I keep telling y’all. It doesn’t have to be simple cause I know how hard I work, how patient I am to get just the perfect shot off. It’s what being a true huntress is all about. I bide my time and I work at it until you are sitting dead in my crosshairs. I hope you both are ready come Saturday. I hope Oliver is too. But I am not relying on outside forces. You have seen how hard I am working outside that ring, Here in my Gym. You know how good I am in the woods, bow in hand. Come Atlantis, it's just another chance for me to show the world yet again that I prove my worth bell to bell in that ring. Udy, Azurine, you got nowhere to run. Hell, you even know I am coming for ya, yanno? So you do your best, you bring it all and lay it out before me. Play your tricks and your games, upload your videos and all that. Just remember, when you're sitting there, and that hair stands up on the back of your neck. When you think there is no one watching, no one around, but you can’t help but feel like someone is there. That's just me, watching, waiting, measuring the wind and the distance of what that perfect shot is going to be. The best part is, you know I’m there, but you simply can’t see where I am posted up. I can’t wait to see you looking everywhere for where it's coming. Just know, that it is coming, you are mine, and I don’t fucking miss, yanno?

See ya come Saturday.

Gwen turns and grabs a workout bottle of water and downs part of it before tossing it aside. She motions to the person who walked off camera earlier and comes back bracing the workout bag. Gwen starts unloading shot after shot. Knees, fists, she even steps back for several kicks as the camera starts to fade out. The last image you see is a running knee strike that rocks the bracer to the floor from the impact as Gwen smirks looking down at them before offering to help them up as the scene fades to black.

Christopher Sabertooth has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 4th 2020, 3:29 pm by **DarkCircle**

{Scene start: We once again find ourselves in the well appointed kitchen of Ryo Sakazaki, everything is neat and orderly...everything in its proper place and set as the camera slowly tracks to a sizeable preparation table where we see a skinned and properly prepared deer carcass is laid out upon the cold metal table...with the “Invincible Dragon” himself standing over it and looking down at the carcass with a critical eye before he looks up at the camera}

“You know, cooking has always helped me focus. Helped me to collect my thoughts and give me direction. It is something that you all mock me for and yet, not one of you can come even close to the magic that I can do in a kitchen.”

{Ryo motions at the room around him}

“When properly motivated, I can turn any wrestling ring into a kitchen in the figurative sense and the...dishes...that I can turn out with the right opponent can be some of the greatest that the fans have ever experienced.”

“So many people know this in the back, which is why I am given so many excellent matches against so many opponents. Because I take the time to do the prep work, to ready my tools, and then I work my ass off in the roaring heat of my chosen kitchen to prepare epic meals for the roaring fans and that hard work ethic...that earns me the respect of my peers, no matter who they are and I show that respect with respect back.”

“To all...but one.”

{Ryo lays his hands flat onto the table and closes his eyes for a moment as he takes a deep breath before releasing it in a very deep, frustrated sound}

“This one person knows exactly who he is and either he is the most ignorant person in the world or he simply does not believe that I’m worthy of the respect that everyone shows me for my work ethic because he cannot read a room or he simply chooses to shove his supposedly Alpha status nose high into the air and look down upon me.”

“Whatever the reason is, he continues to claim ignorance and states that I should not let whatever my problem is get in the way of what is best of the Frontline.”

{Ryo snorts back a laugh as his face takes on a look of complete disbelief before he once more shakes his head}

“Tell me Arata, when will your hypocrisy stop? You constantly love to state that I will be a champion in the future, just not today over and over again like what you say is the final word in any and all things. Did I lose my match against JD Damon, yes. I won’t lie about that but in turn you cannot lie about what you did at the end either.”

{Ryo stops and takes a specialized apron off of a hook near the table and slips it on before he picks up his tools and walks back over to the carcass as he pulls on a pair of cutting gloves before using one gloved hand to pat the carcass}

“Jeff gave this to me to work my magic upon it and as such, it will serve as equally well in this as well.”

“When I asked you to be in my corner for my match against Damon, Arata, I did so because I thought that our issues were behind us, that whatever your problem with *ME* so that we can focus more on our conflict with the Ashes...something that I tried to do a couple of weeks back while teaming with you but we all know how that turned out don’t we?”

{Ryo picks up a rather large knife as he turns the carcass just enough to study it for a moment before he rather quickly and skillfully slipped the knife into the thickest part of the carcass like skewering a piece of watermelon with a toothpick}

“You mock my skills in the ring as much as you do mocking me in the kitchen, Arata, you mock that which you yourself do not understand. You were a self taught wrestler, while I sought out Stephanie Matsuda. Yes, you have won titles all over the place and feel that you are the greatest wrestler in the world, while I have yet to win title one.”

“You grew up in the slums of Japan while I grew up in the suburbs of America….is that why you have issues with me, Arata? Is it because I wasn’t raised purely and solely in Japan that you feel that somehow I’m a fake Japanese person? Like I’m unworthy to stand in the ring with the almighty Asakura because I’m half a man?”

{Ryo turns his face up to look at the camera for a moment as he works his magic on the carcass, the knife effortlessly gliding this way and that as it slowly opens up beneath his skilled hands like magic}

“And before you watch this and wonder where this venom comes from, dear Arata, I want you to go back and watch your actions in the aftermath of my loss last week on Atlantis. I want you to watch yourself step over me as I reach out for a person that I showed enough trust in to ask to stand in my corner...watch as you step over me to congratulate my opponent on beating me before you left the ring without a second look back while Damon showed me the respect that you yourself cannot do.”

“You see, one of the key aspects of a successful stable is respect, Arata. Anyone can tell you that...Jeff can tell you that as could Mongoose, Damon, Havoc, Stephanie Matsuda, April Song, Sweet Roxy, Scott Oasis, and one of the many, many others on this company’s very roster from personal experience.”

“Havoc has been overheard speaking highly of my abilities in the ring, Arata, the very man that we’re fighting against shows me more respect than you, a man who could’ve been a very worthwhile mentor...but treats me like I’m nothing and you doesn’t even have the courage to admit it.”

{Ryo puts the now very bloody knife down and then reaches into the cavity of the carcass with both hands before his muscles flex hard under the shirt that he wears that is followed by several very audible snaps}

“This now brings us to this week on Kingdom and our match, Arata. I will admit that in the past when I have faced off against you, I did so with the respect that I show to all of my opponents, respect that has kept me from lowering myself to the kind of things that Havoc would applaud me for and Morgan Banch would smile with fatherly pride if he saw Theodor do.”

“This week at Kingdom, the moment that you step into that ring for our God of War qualifier, I'm going to kick your fucking heart right out of your chest. I’m going to turn that blackened little thing in your chest into a hacky sack for the Shin-Sekai boys to have fun with and maybe then, *THEN* you’ll have the common courtesy to speak to me like a fucking person instead of some nobody like you’ve been doing.”

{Ryo then pulls one bloody hand out of the chest cavity and points it hard at the camera}

“And the irony of the whole situation is in your arrogance, your hubris, you don’t allow yourself to see what you’ve been doing because in the eyes, mind, and heart of Arata Asakura-you’re this great and talented wrestler who can do no wrong because everything that you’ve done thus far in your career, you’ve done with your own two hands.”

“This weekend at Kingdom, that all changes. This weekend, I’m taking my shot and I’m putting you down because everything that I’ve done in this sport, every loss and every win are things that I own and I use them to become better and better in the ring and at Kingdom, I use that very experience to blow a hole through your chest and move on in the God of War tournament, while you wallow in your own little pile of confusion and loss.”

{Ryo chuckles again at that as he shakes his head, slowly pulling his other hand out of the carcass}

“At Kingdom, you have so much to answer for and for the longest time I’ve tried to keep this from being personal...from taking offense at all of this BS that you’ve been doing, Arata, but after your little showing last week has shown me exactly what you think of me and I want to thank you for that because it shows me that I should stop holding back, and that is exactly what I’m going to do because if you think our match for the Spartan championship was a tough one..that was when I respected you and thought that I had yours as well.”

{Ryo gives the camera a little nasty smile}

“Imagine then what will happen now that the gloves are off in this tournament match, Arata.”

“I took several of your best shots and I just kept coming, but I held back when I hit you because of that respect that I mentioned earlier...but now that’s gone right out the window so that means I won’t hold anything back and I’ll show you exactly what a fully trained wrestler can do in that very ring.”

{The nasty smile goes away and is replaced by one of Ryo’s signature confident smiles instead}

“Because if there is anything that is proven in this profession is that Stephanie Matsuda doesn’t flake when it comes training in how to properly hurt people in that ring and if wrestling here in the OWA and over in Pro Wrestling Nova has taught me anything, it’s how to do your best at just that.”

{The smile then disappears from Ryo’s face as he looks back at the carcass and then back up at the camera}

“Truth be told, Arata, at this point I really don’t care about what you think about me or this promo. I’m a part of the Frontline, just the same as you, and once I beat you and take my place in the God of War tournament...I will have shown that I’ve earned my place in such a prestigious event like this one and once I get started in it, I’m not stopping until I will eventually win the entire thing because it’s time for a dragon like *ME* to do what I do best…”

{Ryo then reaches into the gaping open chest of the carcass with his right hand without looking away from the camera, his face hard and serious}

“And that is dig my hands right into the pith and marrow of my opponents, force them to understand that their myths that I’m just some pretty face who likes to cook is nothing more than a shattered mirror of their own false reflections...and then, like you yourself will soon find out..”

{Ryo then with one very quick yank and pull, removes his hand from inside of the carcass and holds up the heart which he then looks at with a look of utter confidence and pride before turning to look back at the camera as he holds it up for the world to see}

“As I get to the *HEART* of the matter.”

“See you at Kingdom, Arata. Bring me your best, but if you phone it in...well…”

{Ryo looks at the heart in his hand and then back at the camera}

“I might just have to show you what being heartless really is.”

{The screen then fades to black}

Gwen Harper and Shaker Jones have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 3rd 2020, 11:51 pm by Shaker Jones

Atlantis Promo 1 - Anything Is Possible

Shaker: 0 and 3, not a place I want to be. I said when I got here that I would make a splash, but I have made no more than a droplet. The time for losing ends now!!!!!

Shaker: I now have my head in the game, I am more focused and ready than I have ever been before.

Shaker: Reginald Dampshaw III, ya I'm talking to you, Reggie. You wanna just throw me out of your office, I don't think so son. You say that I don't belong on Kingdom, Dampshaw, I am going to make you eat those words

Shaker: While I subscribe to the theory D.I.Y. There are also three other letters I follow A.I.P. Now you might be asking yourselves, what exactly does AIP mean. Simple, it means Anything Is Possible. You could be the worst wrestler in the world, with the worst record, but all it takes is one chance, 3 seconds for everything to turn around. Like in football they say on any given Sunday, any team can win. They are right. I believe that Anything Is Possible

Shaker: Now I find myself in tag team competition, a familiar place for me. It is myself and Daniel Horror against Jacob Knight and Maverick, two of the very best in this company.

Shaker: Now we are going up against some stiff competition. The undefeated, outspoken loudmouth known as Maverick, and the man who many say is unstoppable Jacob Knight.

Shaker: Now I know what you boys are thinking, Shaker and Horror, two pushovers, this will be easy. It may have been true a few weeks ago, but boys, you are looking at two wrecking machines. You have the best of both worlds, you have the Big Man Daniel Horror. The man who has the strength and the tenacity, and then you have me, the high flying, kick your ass kind of a guy. The Ferrari built like a tank, I will speed right by you, but I will stop you in your tracks.

Shaker: Now the last few weeks, have not been great. I'm not gonna be one of those guys who comes out here and bitches and whines and complains because he lost. If I lose I lose, but If I win, I win on my own merit. I am more focused and driven than I ever have before. Those 3 losses have lit a fire under me, and I am coming to burn it down. Horror and I, we are very much alike. Two badasses, who can take a licking and keep on ticking. We will use anything and everything to beat you. If it ain't nailed down, we will destroy you with it. Now when you put together two men like that, it is an unstoppable combination. Because Anything Is Possible!!!!!

DarkCircle has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 3rd 2020, 10:49 am by **Natalie Cage**

Natalie Cage

Your Neck is too Weak to Hold My Crown

Well, isn’t it an exciting time to be an Odyssey fan? A new world champ, the Wolvesden bitches back on the same page, and a conniving little cunt who’s about to get her fucking head kicked in. Just breathe it in, everybody. Feel that air of freshness fill your lungs. The time for mediocre bitches fucking around in the playground is over, the grown-ups are here to restore a bit of order to the unruly shitshow this has devolved into.

Most importantly though, Natalie Cage finally gets what she wants. I’ve been begging for it and now the time has come to break the bane of my year in two. You wanna act like you’ve got clout now, Llorona? You wanna run around with the other midcard matriarchs and play main event dress-up? Fine, you do whatever makes you feel like you’ve achieved your career ambition. But where is the red carpet? Where are all the riches and accolades that you thought you’d get for beating me? All I see is a woman in the exact same spot because she’s too insecure to be great. Niki Khan walked into this company like a house on fire and snagged the world title. Yet another person who’s got to the top before you. At this point, maybe it’s time to stop blaming everyone but yourself. If I have to hear your ringleader April Song talk about the opportunities she’s owed one more fucking time! Didn’t she get a world title shot on her FIRST NIGHT in this company? The same night I busted my arse to win Clash of the Titans and actually EARN my shot?

This is the problem with you rookies, you just want everything presented on a silver platter because you’ve scored a few Ws here and there, because you’ve generated a bit of buzz online. And now, I get to teach you a lesson that you sorely need, little girl. You can call what happened at Game Over anything you want. You can say you were the better woman, you can say Natalie Cage is washed up, whatever you like. We both know the truth. We both know that your boys abducted me, that you and your goons beat me within an inch of my life and left me bleeding outside my partner’s house. I had to spend the weekend in hospital. I could have taken the night off and let you get a forfeit, but I’ve got more integrity and more will to fight than you’ll ever have.

And what happened, exactly? Did you beat me down even more? Did you take advantage of the wounded target and take me out with ruthless efficiency, like anyone with actual talent and killer instinct would do? Nah, nah you almost fucking choked again. Because that’s what you do, Llorona, you fumble the ball every time it’s passed to you. At Game Over, I pushed you right to your limit. I took your best shots and I FUCKING WALKED THROUGH EM! I STOOD THERE AND SMILED AS YOU REALISED JUST HOW BADLY YOU FUCKED UP! A FULL NIGHT OF TORTURE AND YOU BARELY GOT THE JOB DONE!

Pathetic, fucking pathetic. You had the golden opportunity to put me down faster than anyone else ever has and instead, I kicked the ever-living shit out of you and came within a cunt hair of putting you away. This is supposed to be the big, bad boogeywoman of Odyssey? Am I supposed to fear you, you tatted up piece of taco meat? Because all Game Over proved wasn’t that you’re better than me, it proved that even on your very best night, you’re only just capable enough to beat me on my very worst. You had zero excuse not to take me out in 30 seconds and you couldn’t do it. Why? Because I’m just straight up better than you. I knew it going into the match and my belief was only confirmed afterwards.

But now your crutch is gone, ain’t it? Now, you’re finally having to come to terms with your mistakes. If you’d have just beat me straight up without the bullshit, I would have swallowed my pride and acknowledged just how good you were. I would’ve endorsed you as a future world champ. But nah, that ain’t happening now. Any respect I thought I had for you was beaten out of me in that warehouse. You’re a cheap fucking two-dollar whore of a wrestler. You’re the kind of insecure jobber that I beat up on the way to the arena. What the fuck are you gonna do now that you’re exposed in the open? All the beatings you and your crew have put on me are done. I feel better than I ever have. I’ve been living in the gym, splitting open heavy bags with your face stuck to them. You dragged me into your world on Atlantis, now it’s your turn to enter mine.

A 100% Natalie Cage in a no holds barred match, you should be shitting yourself. Ask any woman that’s been in the ring with me when rules are out the window and find out what I do. Ask Eris- wait, she’s not here anymore. Ask Jessica Rose- nope, gone too. Ask Roni de Vil- shit! Okay, well, drop a line to Azumi Goto and- oh my God, I really do beat bitches so bad that they go away, don’t I? Get ready to join the list, Llorona. Oh, the things I’ve fantasised, the torture I’m planning on putting you through. That night in the warehouse is gonna be a warm hug from your mother compared to what I’m putting you through – not that you know what such a thing feels like.

What should I start with? Maybe bolt you to the ring with a nail gun, slather you in glue, sprinkle thumbtacks on your stomach and stomp until your ribs break and pierce through your abdomen? Or maybe I’ll take a cattle prod and just ram it straight up your coochie? Fry your insides and watch you spasm like roadkill? There’s no punishment too severe for what you did to me. You’re worthless fucking garbage who begs for a handout and when she doesn’t get what she wants, throws a tantrum and attacks…me? Pahahah!

I mean, I knew you were dumb but you’re certifiably fucking braindead. You want more opportunities, you want to be treated with some respect, so you pick a fight with the General Manager’s girlfriend? You pick a fight with the ONE bitch here that could have your career wiped out in an instant. And then, you piss her off to the point that she’s legally allowed to beat you into a coma on TV and will be fucking CHEERED for it by thousands of her fans? Man, I think all that Charlie’s gone straight up your nose and directly into your brain, numbed your thinking. You’re not walking out of this match the same. The scars I’ll give you will serve as a warning to anyone who gets the bright idea to fuck with me. Your actions have consequences, and these ones are severe.

You can bring whatever weapon makes you feel comfortable. You can bring your squad of perras with you and have them surround the fucking ring for all I care. You can get April and Revy to run interference. You can bribe some federales to watch me with assault rifles. Anything you wanna do to prepare for your execution is fine by me. It won’t be enough. NOTHING will be enough. The sins you’ve committed, the violations you’ve overseen, they were for nothing. After this, there’s no grand celebration, no legion of fans to grovel at your feet, just a horrified, disgusted audience forced to look at your mangled body, twitching on the blood-soaked canvas. As each breath gets harder to take, I’ll take my steel-toe boot, push it down real hard on your throat, and I’ll be the last thing you see before you succumb to the pain while a team of paramedics tries to snatch you back from death’s iron grip.

You’ve felt what I’m capable of when my back’s against the wall and my body is broken, you only just survived. This time, it’s the last anyone’s gonna hear of little Llorona.

While I’m busy measuring myself for my ring gear, I hope you’re getting yourself measured for a coffin.

Aria Jaxon and Jeff X have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 3rd 2020, 1:32 am by **Eon Blue**

Olympus Promo 1

My Path Before Me

Two shows ago, I told the world that you are either with the Awakening or you would be sacrificed to them. I offered a hand of allegiance to El Ironico, A chance to become more of a man than he has ever been and a chance to have his inner self awoken by the words of the Father, Nathan Fiora. But like so many seem to do, he denied the cause. Well, where did that get him? It sure as shit did not get him the victory he needed to form any real momentum here in OWA. Setting aside his methods in which he tried to claim the win, he lacked deeply any realy talent that could have amounted to any real threat to me or anyone in the Awakening. Turn about being fair play, I leveled my arm against his own Bollocks and made sure I walked out the victor. Not that that result was ever in question. I knew what the result would be going in, and I told you what it would be and it was. Just as I told Stark, and now look at where he is, a Sacrificial Lamb. His blood has adorned the Altar in our church. And let us not forget, it is not only myself that is speaking the truth of what we are going to do week in and out. Since Game Over, The Awakening has not LOST A MATCH. Let that sink in shall you? Eon Blue, Noah Quinn, Mark Michaels, Nathan Fiora...are all winning. Mark is lining himself up to take in a new Championship as we speak, That Hybrid title will shine on his saved shoulder. My Brother Noah Quinn, The TV Championship is at home around his waist and even when OWA Management does what they can to take it from him...A Deathmatch...Against Darkane...He rises through the noise and delivers the performance of a lifetime.

I must admit, not having a match last week, sitting on the bench while my brothers did their work, was hard. It was hard not to be able to show I am as capable as they are. I, I got down on myself about it. I went to The Father, I confessed to him that I felt looked over, that I was not being allowed to demonstrate to the world what he had shown to me. I felt that I was not pulling my weight in the Awakening. I mean yes, I have been at my brother’s sides when they needed me, and yes I truly believe the word of Fiora. But not being out there, left me wanting. I said all of this to Nathan. He explained to me that this time away was just a blessing, A way to rejuvenate myself and realign my goals. He reminded me that my faith has brought me this fair and will soon bring me further. Heed his words, for he would guide me to gold and beyond. So I took his words to heart. I asked him to once again Baptise me in the Church of Fiora. I was reminded of just how he had said, Those in the Awakening would rise, and become a symbol of power on Olympus. It started with Noah, and the TV Title, It Continued with Nathan and The Heavyweight Championship. It Continues with Mark Michaels setting his destiny ablaze with the Hybrid Championship, and it comes full circle back to myself.

I arose from that Baptism changed once again. I have found an even more profound purpose to serve The Father. He has christened me The Honorable Disciple. For he knows I am a true believer. And as I come from my rejuvenation, my time away, just where do I now find myself? On a path that aligns me with the rest of the Awakening. A Chance to claim gold for us as my brothers have done and are doing. A chance at the Openweight Championship. I have been tasked with the mission to bring this strap home. Failure here is simply not an option. I will kill myself to obtain it if I must. I have been trusted to accomplish this. And I come into this challenge a new man. I have adapted my style, myself to deliver more punishment to those who dare deny Fiora’s vision. That means it matters not who stands in my way. Be it my Opponent on Olympus, or the Winner from Odyssey I will be facing next. You see, I am no longer the harbinger of the Apocalypse, I am the Warrior for the Father. The right hand of god wields me as a sword and I will vanquish any who oppose his will. I will rise up and join my brothers in victory time and again and there is not one person who can stand before me and stop it.

That includes my opponent this week. Baba Yaga, Not someone I have personally clashed with here, but someone who could have been quite the addition to The Awakening. We had common Enemies, Stark, The Phantom Troupe. There was a basis there for us to become aligned. Hells, there still is if he could listen to reason. But that is something I feel Baba Yaga truly lacks, Reason. Let us not forget this is the man who held conversations with a stuffed doll or two. Who was promised the world at the hands of John Doe, and who has been left lying in the ruins of his own mind since that betrayal. A mind that was already broken, left to rot. He then found Stark, who too was able to lift him out of his darkness briefly, only to also turn him away and break him down. A man’s faith twice shattered. A Mind so broken, he cannot see the err in his ways even now. Just look at who he aligns himself with now. Noah Reigner and Graham Baker. There two men hate each other, possibly more than anyone else, and the Retired Hall of Famer Brian Danielson. Look Baba, You are already labeled as Insane, a man who does the same thing over and over and over again and expecting different results. You look to the worst possible people to align yourself with and each and every time you do, it leaves you broken, battered and left for dead. You look over your shoulder so much, that you have a complex. You know at some point someone is out to get you. You even asked your new friends “How can I fucking trust you!” It is rather simple, you cannot. Nor can you trust that the Phantom Troupe will stay far enough away from you for you to even matter in this match against me. So distracted by every other problem you have, you will not be physically or mentally ready to step in the ring with someone who has improved themselves the way I have. YOU MUST FOCUS ON ME FULLY...or you will be left behind. You cannot worry about John Doe, you cannot focus on revenge. Your eyes must be trained on me and not behind you. And even if I got close to your full attention, that would not be enough.

Baba Yaga, you will help me, you will help me show the world why I am chosen. Why I have been trusted to bring home another piece of gold for Father Fiora. I am sure, you will tell me how you will find it within you to give it your all in our match. I have no doubts of the fight we will endure, come Olympus. But I cannot, not I WILL NOT fall to you. The Path I am on is clear, you are but an overgrown fern that must be chopped down to step over on my way. I will prove to you, the world, and to The Father why he was right to trust this to me. I have found purpose under Nathan Fiora. I will not allow some shrew of a man who cannot grasp why his acquaintances keep turning on him. And Here is a clue, they turn on yours because you have been so easy to use. A pawn who just allows them to step up and over, and be thrown out when they have reached their goal. Whereas here in the Awakening, we raise each other up. Each of us rises or we would all fall together. You see, there is just really no way you even have a chance here.

But you could Baba, You could have a chance to actually find meaning in the company you keep. You see, while I must get past you for my own path, I can still open a path for you. I can be the start of your salvation. All it would cost you? Nothing, Nathan Fiora does not ask you to give anything, he simply asks that you listen, that you open your heart to the words he speaks. Look at what he has done for Myself, Noah Quinn, and Mark Michaels. Faith and belief is all that is asked and in return you would be granted the strength to become more than you currently are. Many will say this is what I also offered Stark, and El Ironico, and that it is. I am offering you a chance to join The Awakening. However, this is a one time only offer. An offer that up till now, no one has been smart enough to take. And well, When it comes to smart decisions, we already know where Baba Yaga stands. Now don’t get me wrong, I am not rescinding your offer as I give it. I can just read the room. You still have a chance to prove me wrong however. But of late, I have not been wrong. I just hope that if you choose not to Join us, you understand fully then what I must do to you Baba. OR YOU WILL UNDERSTAND, when I am through with you. Your very life could depend on your answer, ask Stark.

Come Olympus, I will be waiting. We will see what answer you give, even though we both already know what it will be, I will still wait. If you are stupid, as you always have been, then I will make an example of you. More than just picking up the Win, I will remind the world why you do not cross Us. My path before me is one to Openweight gold. One in which goes through you Baba Yaga, One in which I cannot fail to take. You are simply in the wrong place right now. In fact, everyone who has dared to deny is is simply in the wrong place. Examples have been made and more are coming. And it all happens thanks to me and my Brothers in The Awakening. Fiora has warned you, Noah and Mark have warned you. No one listens, I am sure you will be no different Baba Yaga. No I am sure in your simple yet twisted way you will think yourself better by not accepting Fiora into you life. And that is fine, you sign your own fate by making that choice. And as Fioras right hand I will make you pay for that. No longer do I bring Ruin, no longer do I call down the Apocalypse. Simply, I am now your punishment. You will repent in your final moments with me. You will understand why it is I am honored by the father as I see his vision for what it is meant to be. Baba Yaga, I pity your choices, you have known nothing but heartbreak after heartbreak.

That trend, will not end with me.

Come Olympus you will know me for what I am. The Honored Disciple of The Father, Nathan Fiora. My path to glory is now before me. You are the first in line to see my greatness as it ascends.

You should feel Honored.

Re: OWA Promos November 2nd 2020, 6:29 pm by **Matsuda**

Odyssey Promo #1

“Devi in Crisis”

Stephanie could feel something from within as her eyes stayed glued to the backstage television screen. She and several other people watched as Niki Khan became the new Women’s World Champion. It was unexpected to say the least - someone who couldn’t even hack it back on Empire was now a force of nature. Ever since the Wolf Mother made her return to the squared circle, Stephanie knew there was something different about her. Maybe the war with Shin-Sekai brought something out of her, reminded her of the kickboxing beast she used to be. Whatever it was, it spoke to Stephanie in a way nothing has since...fighting Aria. Speaking of which, her tag partner stood behind her, next to her wife.

“She’s doing that thing…” was all she heard ‘Ria say.

“What thing?” Monica’s voice sounded generally concerned.

“Where she makes a fist repeatedly while staring a hole into someone. I stood across Cloud three different times and I always saw that look in her eyes. Hopefully, I never have to see it again.”

“Let's get out of here.”

Stephanie sighed and walked out of the lounge room. She saw what she needed to. While she was away defending her other titles, there’s been quite a few changes on the women’s brand. Aria and Monica followed her closely, both women silenced by Matsuda’s sudden unearthly demeanor. Niki fought like a savage, like someone who was on the verge of losing everything. That sense of desperation mixed with malice and violence resonated with The War Queen who currently held her foot on the neck of several divisions. Despite her success, Odyssey left untouched. And now, Niki Kahn was the Women’s World Champion. People were already calling her the most dangerous woman in the room. For Cloud, it wasn’t going down like that. Matsuda knew it was now or never, as did her wife. As did her doctor…

It was time to put Odyssey on notice.

Stephanie and co. walked towards the SUV that was waiting for them in the parking lot. None of them felt like driving tonight since they had a tag match on Kingdom tomorrow. They were going to fly out in the morning, since Aria had to do some promotion for season 2 of The Mandalorian on some Indianapolis radio show. Stephanie wanted to stick around to watch the title match, and now things were more interesting than ever. As Stephanie stared out the window, Aria and Monica discussed The Queen’s time on the set of the Mandalorian and what it was like meeting Pedro Pascal. She was happy for her friend’s success and knew that one day Hollywood would come knocking. As for Matsuda herself, she appeared in the OWA-produced film, The Main Event, which included Father Fiora himself, Maggall, and a few other faces of the promotion. OWA and its stars were quickly making a name for themselves, offering after their careers were over with. Stephanie didn’t fancy herself an actress, but it would be nice to have more time for her family when it was time for her and Monica to settle down. She didn’t know when that day was going to be, but her wife preferred that day to come sooner than later. As Monica put it “I’d like for you to be physically able to lift our kids.”

Children wasn’t an uncomfortable topic for Matsuda - she was looking forward to both of them carrying a child, as they discussed having two children. But, the clock was ticking. Her time wasn’t over yet, but before she knew it, her story would be over. One way or another. Stephanie could feel her hand being squeezed by Monica, who leaned on her wife’s shoulder. Aria was on the other end, talking to her husband Aren on the phone. It was just another night for The Queens of Wrestling, and Steph wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

----

“When your stomach is bigger than your eyes, one tends to lose focus.”

We see Stephanie Matsuda sitting before her wall of champions inside of her War Room Dojo. The belts she currently held were hung alongside replicas of her former titles. The War Queen sat on a stool, dressed in gym clothes and sweaty from a recent training session. Her arms crossed over her lap as she looked down at the floor.

“Since I left the plantation over in New Jersey, I made it my mission to build a legacy that wasn’t attached to one brand. I wanted my name to be associated with every top person herald by their respective promotion. You can look at my resume and acknowledge that I’ve more than made the most of my posit-Elite career. But even in the face of success, one could lose focus of the smallest details. That’s what happened in my match against Azurine Vebbins. I walked into the ring tired from traveling a weeks-long schedule with no pre-match preparation and I paid the price. This isn’t to take anything away from Azurine. You earned that win, kid. But unfortunately, this puts your friend Devi in crisis. Since my arrival in OWA I’ve suffered losses against Dulce Torres, Morrighan McDonnell, Natalie Cage, Azurine Vebbins, and of course April Song. Three of these matches I should’ve won without breaking a sweat. The other two? Even a hard-fought battle would’ve seen me emerged as the victor. But dwelling on the past will get you caught out there, so I’d rather focus on how redeeming myself. Despite being tag champion, I don’t feel I’ve done enough to put the fear of God in the hearts and minds of Odyssey’s most faithful. I’m disappointed in myself that I haven’t been in the mix. Even with my responsibilities as one-half of the queens of wrestling, I need to have a stronger presence on Saturday nights. Bob Taylor may be paying for my contract, but I promised Ms. DeMarco that I would elevate her brand beyond the stratosphere. Odyssey needs a name that is known beyond OWA and I’m the only one who can make that happen.”

Stephanie turns her head to the cameras, her face expressionless as she grips the towel around her neck.

“That’s where you come in, Devi. This Saturday, I’ll be heading down to Jeff X country to make an example out of you. By no means this is an insult, but rather a promise. You’re one hell of a cage fighter, but you’re going to enter my domain. And Azurine will have a secondhand experience on what’s to come next time we share a ring. I want you to pay close attention now that you’ve received mine. You two are part of the next generation of women’s wrestlers who will define a generation. As your predecessor, it’s my duty to get you ready, Devi. You show a lot of promise, but you’re nowhere near the level you need to be. If I have to break you down, then be it. I’ll hammer you into something substantial, until you’re a chiseled statue of war. Only then will I be comfortable leaving behind Empire’s legacy with you and the other Odyssey girls. But first, you need to experience pain. You need to suffer Devi. I need Azurine to see what will happen to her once I’m done with you. I need to teach you two the hard way, something your new champion isn’t capable of. And once I’m finished redeeming myself and everyone else has been taken care of, the Wolf Mother and I will have a conversation regarding The Pink Brand’s future.”

Stephanie sighs and looks at her phone, shaking her head.

“It looks like you got a little impatient, sweets. Nice of you to share an old picture of me, though. What I wouldn’t give to go back to a more innocent time in my career. Oh well, destiny awaits, sweets.”

Stephanie sighs and stands up.

“Know it. Understand it. Believe it.”

Jeff X has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 2nd 2020, 12:52 pm by **#BeLikeBea**

Odyssey I. — A lion doesn't concern with the opinion of a sheep.

Halloween had come and gone which meant things had returned to complete normality in the Laurent household, whilst Vanessa herself wasn't too fond of any type of festivities, seeing holidays as meaningless, it wouldn't be fair of her to deny her daughter of such.. fun. Needless to say, as soon as the clock struck twelve to indicate the arrival of November, business was back in order but for once, the hatred she held for the rest of the world wasn't as strong. Rather eagerly, she'd been anticipating the announcement of what was next for her, the victory she'd earned against Legion had gotten to her head slightly so whilst the news of her potentially receiving a title opportunity so soon was certainly unexpected, it had ignited a feeling of immense joy, a feeling of excitement, a feeling of need, of want, of desire. If she wasn't confident before? She sure as hell was now.

"There are so many things in this world that I am thankful for. Whilst 2020 has been an awful year for the majority of humanity, I have had an enjoyable time. I don't see what the fuss is all about however I shall digress before I upset anyone I am not looking to upset." Before the day has started for the masses Vanessa is already in her kitchen, fully dressed and ready for whatever may come her way. Outside it is as black as night, only by the clock can she tell the difference between the time to sleep and the time to rise. In one hand she has a half drunken cup of coffee, black, no sugar, in the other, her phone with the Omega Wrestling Alliance website open, indicating that Vanessa had been doing some research for the up and coming edition of Odyssey. "Thanksgiving for you Americans may not be until the end of this month, for once I find myself to be in a rather pleasant mood so why not show off the things I am fortunate enough to have? Naturally the first thing I am grateful for is my family, extended and immediate, the second is the blooming businesses I am involved with, the third, my inherited good looks and irresistible charm and last but certainly not least, I am grateful to be here in Omega Wrestling Alliance."

She pauses to drink the rest of her coffee, sighing happily after placing the mug down. "Of course I don't mean that in the same way as all your heroes do, I don't mean I'm grateful to just be here fighting every week, getting the odd segment here and there and hoping it pays off for me in the long run because lets face it, anyone can do that. No, no, I am grateful to be employed to a place that recognises me as what I am. A certified star. It's incredibly refreshing to be treated like you deserve so for that, I thank my bosses. I am not used to following orders over giving them but so far, my expectations have been met. Almost exceeded. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what's going on here, we need an Openweight champion, one that is consistent, one that shan't be forced to vacate due to injury. Do I believe that person should inevitably be me? Absolutely. Did I think I'd be in the running for such a title? No. Do I mind? No. I'm quite adept in the art of making the best out of what I've been given. We have Elijah Hampton representing Kingdom, either Eon Blue or Baba Yaga representing Olympus so that leaves Odyssey. (The best brand by the way.) Who better to represent us women than me? A strong, independent businesswoman that could overpower the majority of men here in her sleep. I'll answer that question for you, nobody."

"In a perfect world, this opportunity would have just fallen straight into my lap and I wouldn't have to break a sweat to gain it. However, nothing in this world is truly perfect so I suppose I can't complain too much about having to go through some competition. If you can call a woman I've already decimated and a grown up geek competition. There's not much else I can say about Legion, I don't want to repeat myself, that'd just waste both our time. Last time we met in the ring she couldn't even be bothered to take our match seriously, she had absolutely nothing to say and that doesn't sit well with me. A last minute, half assed piece of work would've been better than just no showing. I completely understand that I have an intimidating aura but I really don't bite too hard. I just hope for her sake that she's smart enough to not make the same mistake twice as this time around, it'll have direr consequences in comparison to when I pinned her before. She's been in this game for twelve years and she got her ass handed to her by a woman who was competing in her second match. That says quite a lot doesn't it? It debunks the myth that experience is the main factor in determining who wins and who loses a match. My resume is small, it is incredibly small but everyday I am working on changing that. Everyday I am adding something to my list. I’m confident in my abilities and that has nothing to do about the way I look, but with how confident I am with my skills in the ring. This match isn’t going to be a standard one-on-one. The teeny tiny setback I have to my name so far has been nothing more than to preserve my energy for this match right here. You gotta love a smart queen. I knew sooner or later I'd be in a match where there was something at stake. Something more than just bragging rights. There'll be this idea that I’m going to crash and burn in this match, but that’s never the goal with me. That’s not something that I have considered at all. I mean, I wouldn’t be shocked at all if the two of you decide to "gang" up on me because you’re that scared of everything that I could possibly do in the match. I’m the Plot Twist that this company needs, they may not know it yet, you, the one reading this may not know it yet but the most important person, me, knows that. I’m aware that I have a lot of work ahead of me and I’m more than ready to take it all head-on. There are those that are able to make the most of the spotlight. There are others that crash and burn underneath it. I don’t plan to be the woman that crashes and burns underneath those lights. That’s not something that I should be doing. Much to the dismay of the women in this match, it’s going to be difficult to keep me down. Legion will figure that out, again."

"Madisyn Chandler, you shall also figure that out for yourself when we meet for the first time. I'm quite looking forward to it, aren't you?" Vanessa shoots the camera a sly smirk, it's clear that she struggles to credit her opposition on even the most basic things. "You can try, Madisyn, and I know you will. You've tried in all your other matches, sometimes it has worked out for you, other times it has not. This is another instance where it will not. The only thing I’m willing to give you credit for, is your effort. Your work ethic is there, I'm hoping you at least see this so I know it hasn't been for absolutely nothing like my last match was. I hope that you can recognise the time and effort we as competitors have to put into our work, I hope you can show me the respect I deserve. If you do? Then I have no issue showing you respect in return. If you don't? I'll just do to you what I did to Legion. The world has seen what I am capable of and I believe it to be wise to not upset me. The sad thing is though, respect or not, even Madisyn Chandler at her best will fall to the feet of me. You can scoff at that, and ignore it, but when it becomes your reality on Saturday, you’re going to have to go back to the drawing board. Or the video game room. Whatever suits you best. You will have to figure out what you need to do to get better, having learned a very tough lesson this week thanks to me. There’s no shame in losing to me, because I am on a completely different level than you. Me saying that may bug you but you cannot ignore it. You will have to find something else to use to elevate yourself. Life is so much more than a game, it isn't as easy to win in the real world in comparison to the virtual one. When you play a game, you have a degree of control, to some extent you're able to dictate your fate. That isn't the case when you step into a wrestling ring with me. You're immediately reduced to a non playable character because the star of every show will always be Vanessa Laurent. Pop culture references aren't really my thing but you get the general gist of what I'm trying to say. You’re not good enough to win when it counts. And who knows if you ever really will be. What a sad life."

Vanessa stops, almost as if she's contemplating, deciding whether or not to say more. Her eyes scan down to her phone and upon realising the time, seven am, she merely smiles and opens her mouth once more, yet, as if on cue, a noise from upstairs interrupts her.

"Apparently that's all we've got time for today I'm afraid. Now, if you don't mind, I have a daughter to dress for tutoring. Enjoy this week ladies, its the last you'll be able to spend peacefully. Take care for now."

With a click of the tongue, Vanessa saunters out of the kitchen feeling undeniable.

VaeVictisBD and Jeff X have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos November 2nd 2020, 12:16 pm by **Devi Krysis**

The Match of The Ages

Odyssey LV #2

It beens a busy few days for me, First I've throwing a Championship celebration for Niki Khan which was fun, rest of the Wolvesden, Frontline, my Adorkable Azzy, and even the former champion Diantha Rosso came by, wish there could there more coming by but I know they busy. However we did had a good time partying our asses off, until Jonetta Stone and Llorona crashed the party has I specifically told them that they aren't invited, so those two have run there mouths til the point that Me and Niki beat the crap out of them, and tell them don't come to my doorstep or I called the cops. And they went scurvy. Above all the party was a great success could be more happy with Niki. Then on the Halloween edition of Dystopia Fight Club, I continue my undefeated streak when I beat Chris Styles in a Four Corner Dog Collar Match. Don't why how I end up with that match but I glad that i'm victorious.

November 2nd, 2020

Preparing for the Starks Training regimen.

(It's officially November, with few days before Odyssey aka Devi's Homecoming. She started getting 4 blunts, ready for 1000 Squats, Pushups, and High Jumps, run 10 miles, and kickboxing for 3 hours straight. And after the end Shower in the dark with half tab of acid. She's been killing it for the past few days. As she's ready to face one half of The World Tag Team Champions Stephanie Matsuda this week.)

(After that day of the training regimen ended, Devi meditate and her voice speaks.)

The time is almost upon us...The time is almost here, my North Carolina homecoming is almost here. First off i'm going to pretend that I didn't hear April Song's idle threats, secondly you see everyone is talking about the first time matches and dream match scenario. But this match between me and Matsuda came with a reality.

(Devi's shadow turn on the projector has she see the old Stephanie Matsuda pic from her old wrestling event.)

It was long time ago when I was teenager, my father and her friends take me to see a wrestling show, and one lady came to mind it was Stephanie Matsuda as she started wrestling a match. Then at the end of the show, I just got a autograph with Matsuda and the rest is history.

(Projector turned off has Devi's shadow walks around and Devi still meditating.)

Few years later while Matsuda is been traveling around the world, winning championship, training people to build a future of Wrestling. I had pay the way to trained MMA and starting transition to Pro Wrestling paying dues until the official signed with Omega Wrestling Alliance.

I probably make a career here going forward and one day I'll make my Japanese excursion. However eversince I offer to trained with Stark, my mind is clear, it's sharp focused on you Matsuda! At Odyssey in Chapel Hill, North Carolina I hope you bring your A-Game because this teenager that you just met few years is gonna bring her A-Game, because like Stark said "Trained well you become a Champion!" And with Niki Khan became a new Women's World Champion, I need to step my game up, in order to do that I had to defeat you and we going to make sure that me and Azzy are going to go after The World Tag Team Championships, until then Matsuda i'll see you this week!

(Camera shot fades.)

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