OWA Promos

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Re: OWA Promos July 14th 2023, 10:00 pm by **Elijah Hampton**

[The following mini scene takes place in Elijah’s agent’s office, who is Agent Andrew. Elijah is on his way to Andrew’s office within the next couple of minutes to talk over some sponsorships. In the meantime, Andrew’s assistant, Liam, gets off the phone with Elijah’s physician, as after his match with Noah, he wanted to check up on a few nagging injuries. Liam knocks on Andrew’s door who gets off the phone.]

Andrew: “Yes?”

Liam: “Yeah, so like, I just got off the phone with Elijah’s doc. And—“

Andrew: “And everything is good. It’s Elijah we are talking about. He’s an iron man.”

Liam: “I wish that was the case. His overall health is — declining. Slowly, but declining.”

Andrew: “Is that bad? That sounds bad. But then again, isn’t all of our health declining as each second passes? As we get older and shit. Like when I rolled out of bed this morning, my back had ouchies all over. And my toes were cracking with each half-asleep step.”

Liam: “Well, the doc said the wear and tear of being a professional wrestler — being a high-level one at that, comes at a price. The stress of it all—“

Andrew: “Okay? I’m stressed too.”

Liam: “Yeah but Elijah has the stress of an entire locker room of larger-than-life human beings coming after him.”

Andrew: “So what? I deal with stressful emails and calls every day. Pretty sure I have Carpal tunnel. Yet, I work through the pain because that’s what athletes like me do. Plus, when you think about it, Elijah only wrestles like a couple of times a month, he’ll be fine.”

Liam: “He also said he has a bit of structural damage to his neck. It doesn’t require surgery — yet. And his Achilles is in bad shape. It’s not torn or ruptured, but the doc said if he doesn’t slow down a bit, it’s a foregone conclusion that something serious like that will happen.”

Andrew: “Look, I’ve known Elijah for my entire life. I’m his friend. He’s my client and he makes me a ton of money, but he’s my friend first and foremost. I’m Rich Paul. He’s LeBron James. I know him. He’s going to be fine. A sore Achilles? Cool, I’ll have him roll a tennis ball under his foot for thirty minutes before his matches. A sore neck? I’ll hire him a massage therapist. Or one of those massage guns, same thing. And he’ll take like ice baths and shit. He different. He ain’t some Joe Schmo. He’s a tip-top athlete with the best resources at his disposal to get him right. Therefore, this little conversation we had, will stay between us. Okay?”

[Present day]

“I would like to think that when ‘I’m Bad’ blasts throughout the arena, the atmosphere uniquely changes, and everyone in attendance, as well as those watching at home, knows what to expect. From the fans, to my opponents and even myself. All three parties know that business has just picked up. The fans know they are in for a treat. My opponents know they are in for a long night because putting me away is basically beyond the bounds of possibility. Because I know that when my music hits, I am going to do everything in my power to deliver inside those ropes. ‘I’m Bad’ is synonymous with Elijah Hampton at this point. But not too long ago, I had some downtime, imagine that right? And to decompress I played some games I haven’t played in ages. One of them being Tony Hawk Pro Skater. And the soundtrack is just, chef’s kiss. Fitting I of all people would say that, but I digress. And the song that everyone seems to love and gravitate towards is, ‘Superman’ by Goldfinger. And as I shredded away, I sat there and I listened to the lyrics and they resonated with me. It’s as if it described my current situation to a T. ‘So here I am, doing everything I can. Holding on to what I am. Pretending I’m a Superman. I’m trying to keep, the ground on my feet. It seems the world’s falling down around me. The nights are all long.’ ‘So here I am,’ ladies and gentlemen. ‘Doing everything I can’ to put my best foot forward. To put on a show. A show that I’ve gone to war for. A show’s roster I’ve even fought against in one innovative clusterfuck of a match, The Thunderbastard. ‘Holding on to what I am.’ Sometimes, it hasn’t always been the easiest. With me being tugged on in every each way. Not realizing in the moment I spread myself too thin. With members of this roster tugging on my cape and testing my patience. Trying to take my kindness for weakness. Trying to destroy the character and reputation that I’ve built since the day I got here and make me snap, so I ruin it all in one night because of a spur-of-the-moment decision. ‘Pretending I’m a Superman.’ Reminds me of when Senn and Belial went on and on about how I’m this hero months ago. As if it’s wired in my DNA to feel the need to swoop in and save the day. I’ve made my fair share of mistakes, so I’m no hero in my book. The Book of Eli. But hey, if thinking rationally and doing what you think is right makes me a hero, then fine, I’m a hero. But the locker room makes me appear as such since all they think about is themselves rather than what benefits this brand and this company. And they constantly sink to the lowest of lows. Such as kidnapping loved ones. Look no further than Laz and most recently, KD’s son. And the whole murder thing has happened a time or two on OWA soil. So being a hero is quite easy to pass as. The bar is set rather low. ‘It seems the world's falling down around me.’ Which brings me to my current reality. With Tres Comas Club. With the 7th Ward. With Remington stealing my IHC. My reality kinda sucks. I’ve made a lot of enemies. Not through my actions, but through my abundance of success. And it’s only going to get worse. Because at this point I’m just gonna fuck around and pull a Westbrook and pad my stats.”

“But Russ was and still is selfish. And because of that, he’s barely making more than the vet minimum. While I am very much a supermax type of talent. In my prime and in my bag type shit. But contrary to the locker room’s popular belief, I am not selfish. Sure, I hogged the world title. Sure, I hogged the main events. But at the same time, I’m willing to give back because I’m all about being a team player. Just ask Shea. Meaning while I’ve earned my opportunities, in return, I am willing to give some out. Enter, Poet. Getting a shot at my Prestige Championship this week. Which by no means has he earned at this point, seeing as how he only has the one victory under his belt currently. But I laid down an open challenge. First come, first served. And he strutted his way down that ramp, perhaps even broke out into a brisk walk, before anyone else could. And I respect it. He’s not just going to twiddle his thumbs and wait around for his chance. He’s going to take it. But one thing he ISN’T going to take, is this here Prestige Championship. That goes for Nobi too, don’t worry. Didn’t mean to single you out like that, Poet. You can take comfort in knowing that there is another that shares the same fate as you. That you’re not alone in this, okay? So here I am — and no, I’m not going to go on my ‘Superman’ spiel again — here I am, trying to address you. But there isn’t much to go off of since you’re basically brand-spanking new to the OWA audience. You’re the poet guy because get this guys, he does poems. The correlation, it’s spooky. So when you do decide to say my name and spit that supa hot fire, I’ll be sure to snap my fingers and give you my seal of approval. Because you do intrigue me. Because as of right now, you’re just a block of marble. And as time goes on, you will begin to chisel out your path and become more defined. You could very well be the next big thing. I’m not going to write you off. Every great in this industry had a starting point. Noah didn’t simultaneously win the EAW, SSW, and OWA World titles in his first match. I didn’t win my two Immortal Heavyweight titles in my debut. Jordan didn’t get his first ring in his rookie year. Neither did LeBron. Neither did Brady or Mahomes. They put in the work. They went through it. Through failure. Through the trials and tribulations. And they came out on the other side as a world champion. We could very well add Poet to that list at some point. Because while I am very much more familiar with the third man in this match, Nobi — and I know firsthand just how talented he is, I know what to expect. I know what he’s capable of. What he’s willing to do to win. The same can’t be said about you. Therefore I’ll continue to keep a close eye on you and watch your career unfold with great interest.”

“It’s fitting that I defend this championship against Nobi of all people. Because the story of Elijah Hampton couldn’t be told without you. In many ways, you’re a symbol of sorts. To many, you symbolize hope and that there’s still some good in this world. A White Knight. But to me, you symbolize my career’s turning point. Dating all the way back to when this title was called the Hybrid Championship instead of Prestige. Back then, you were regarded as one of the best. That still rings true today, my friend. My enemy, too, but my friend. Friend. Enemy. Frenemy. Just made that word up all by myself on the fly. Never been used before tbh. But during that title match, not many people were expecting me to win, which I don’t take personally. If I was a casual unbiased fan, I would have put my life’s savings on you to retain. Because the Elijah back then was still a secret. They didn’t know about the talent that I possessed, flowing in my veins, as a singles wrestler back then. They just viewed me as a tag team wrestler because that’s what OWA pigeonholed me into. That all changed when I dethroned you for this title. Because some unskilled schmuck isn’t going to beat Nobi. Not even on your worst day. The people’s perceptions of Elijah Hampton changed. And they saw someone who could maybe make it big one day, all on his own. And I did. As did you. Pinning RIP’s shoulders clean to the mat. Something we share in common. And unfortunately, we also share the fact that Tres Comas Club fucked us over when it came to us holding on to that IHC. And for all I know, history will repeat itself this week with this title. For all I know, Poet could have an under-the-table agreement to join them since their group seems to double in size every week. Look, allow me to take off my tinfoil hat and put a rest to my paranoid conspiracy theories. I have my work cut out for me. I know this. I’m against the hot shot, new flavor of the month rook with grand ambitions — and the seasoned crafty vet with revenge on his mind. While different, equally as dangerous. However, there is no greater danger than being in the ring with Elijah Hampton in a championship match.”

VaeVictisBD, Alyssa Grace, Darkane, 'Don' Hendrix, Remington Ivory Prescott, DT The Ruler and Lazarus Arjen have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos July 14th 2023, 6:27 pm by **Noah Krieger**

KINGDOM— PROMO #2 | STILL A DISRESPECTFUL FUCK.

There isn’t an instance in this profession where I’ll ever get tired of this moment: only days before the upcoming battle, the dusk before combat, the last dwindling moments before the weekend is finally upon us, and the clock strikes this special occasion — but this isn’t the first time. I’ve felt the nerves of an upcoming battle before, and the emotions that come along with it, but that’s the unfortunate thing about anxiety. If you’re unable to control it, failure can certainly follow you down a dark path, and it has done so plenty of times before. However, before you can comprehend the path to follow, you must first accept the fact that to be able to find continued success in your profession, you need to step forward on the path to war, fear no longer being an existing factor, and only returning to your previous position when you’ve laid it all out on the line. No matter where I’ve traveled, nor the roads that I continue to embark upon, I’ve been continuously expected to be a skilled warrior who lives without fear — but that’s not how this business operates.

As most might not realize, fear certainly lives in the soul to all who inhabit this world, and even if you’re expected to be unlike the rest, I didn’t reach this position of gratified success, to becoming a division’s leader, a respected champion by not accepting that fear is acceptable. Throughout my OWA tenure thus far, I’ve felt the state of failure several times before, and with each time, instead of it allowing me to become crippled, for these shortcomings to paralyze me, I’ve been able to come back from these particular defeats, to proceed to gradually learn from them, and retaliate with a stronger affliction. Whether individuals tend to believe it or not, success can only come from your own hands, victory originates from the path that you lead, which is why every battle truly matters. No matter if the search for a championship is imminent, or the defense of honor is currently at play, I’ve always given it my all in every instance of the matter, and there’s no reason not to attempt to do so. This magnificent sport is always shifting in multiple directions, constantly evolving no matter the circumstances, which is why the importance of maintaining the best version of yourself still holds a significant amount of importance, and this championship belt currently around my waist proves my undying point that I’ve learned from my mistakes, and grown because of it.

It’s because of the battles I’ve had with individuals such as Chad Ecclestone, Jason Long, and even Jeff X that have led me to realizing that dedicating my life to one thing — can still be worth it. And in being tasked to share the squared circle with those who can be defined as “elite” competitors, confidence in your own abilities is all that can be relied on, and that includes you, Raivo. As I’ve pointed out before, no matter who refuses to state the obvious, I’m still inclined to let it be known, your skill-level is on a separate spectrum than most who share this promotion alongside you. There’s obviously a specific reason why success has come to you before, and why the very championship that’s currently in my possession has been around your waist before, you clearly deserve the success that has come your way, but we’re already aware of this, aren’t we? Focusing on the past seems to be a particularly redundant subject at this moment, because all you seem to desire is the future. I’ve looked towards this time frame before as well, but what you need to be made aware of is the fact that the present can still be equally as important — especially this time around.

If you’d like to continue acting ignorant, even after all that’s been said, feel free to do so. Nonetheless, the narrative hasn’t changed, because the truth still remains the same.

There isn’t a desire to have this specific narrative, nor is there a current search for the matter, but the reason that I’ve stated that once I’m tasked to step inside of the squared circle, it’s clear that countless eyes will inevitably be watching along. Since signing the dotted line in order to take part within this company, it’s almost felt as if there had been a chip placed upon my shoulder, and it wasn’t put there by me, it was set there by this promotion. Since the very first day, I've stood directly across some of the finest competition in the world, and after everything that has occurred, after all the time that has seemingly passed, I’ve proven that I hang with the very best — and I have. However, I’m not in this position for a sole purpose, it isn’t all for my own benefit, as I continue to survive for the OWA faithful, so they don’t have to live in a world where the monsters rule the territory, where this company could crumble in an instant. Y’see, while you continue to express your disinterest in this upcoming battle, all I’ve managed to witness is how little you genuinely care for our profession, and it only becomes more clear by the second. You might only be able to look forward from now on, as a world filled with success is only a matter of weeks away, being able to have your name written down in the history books for years to come has to be appealing. However, even with all of this being said, you’re still managing to forget one key aspect of this endeavor, while all you seem to crave is becoming the face of this company, you’re not willing to represent yourself as such.

As time continues to dwindle down to the deadline of both of our fates, it becomes more and more clear that you're selfish, and won’t change your ways, not even when the world is at your feet.

You’re so far gone from actual reality that you don’t realize the test that has been put in front of you, and if that’s the case, allow me to explain it to you. No matter the championship belt that I’ve had in my possession, I’ve always treated it as if it has the most value within this promotion. I’ve put everything I had on the line, putting my well-being last in order to prove that being a champion is that important to me, and that includes every single bout that I’m seemingly involved in. With all that out in the open, you can see that the main difference between the two of us is you’re only focused on the future, and how to reach it at a rapid rate, but not how a challenge can be waiting for you. A championship belt’s value only increases by the actual champion, and the way you’re currently going about this speaks volumes, even if you’re unable to truly understand why. So you can continue to pretend to not know who I am, and what I specifically represent, but even with that being said, the fact still remains the same that at this moment, I don’t desire to be toe-to-toe with DT.

But rather with you, Raivo, and only you.

With full transparency in mind, I really couldn’t give a singular shit if you are in a joyful state within this upcoming bout, it’s never been a thought in my mind to please you in the slightest — you’re a disrespectful fuck. So do me a favor, don’t ever tell me that I embody any sort of disappointment in this field of work, don’t pretend to be aware of my history all of a sudden, I’ve put EVERYTHING I have into this one thing, and it’s all that matters. I’m beyond exhausted of individuals stating that I’m behind them, that my own failures aren’t like the rest, that they aren’t comparable, I’ve paid my dues like all the rest of you, and became the man I am today because of it. Y’see, while you may be searching to claim the richest prize in this industry, I’m still going to represent what I believe is my own richest possession, not because there’s something to prove to you in the slightest, but rather to showcase that nobody truly knows what I’m capable of. There isn’t an instance in the world that we currently inhibit where I’d ever allow you to embarrass me, not after all that’s been said.

As many are already aware of, being in possession of the OWA Spartan’s Championship means much more than a simple title victory, it symbolizes almost an entire calendar year of sacrifice for this business, and facing my fears along the way. I’ve managed to overcome all those that have stated the exact same proclamations that you’re spouting out now, but there was one more similarity that is not being mentioned, and that’s — respect wasn’t mutual. No matter who I’m set to share the squared circle with, I always attempt to express some sort of respect, but after months of being disrespected, undervalued by my fellow competitors, and not being treated as a respected champion — that’s no longer the approach that should be taken. So allow me to make this crystal clear. I'm represented by this promotion due to embodying what this sport is supposed to mean in the first place, survival is what I strive for, success is what I desire, but the latter is the only option in this particular instance, because you represent the complete opposite. You’ve already shown that there are specific bouts that aren’t on your radar, which has caused you to underestimate your opposition, and furthermore, seemingly prove that you’re completely capable of mistakes on more than one occasion — and that’s not something that you want to occur when inside of the ring with me. It wasn’t too long ago when the world witnessed me at my lowest, fully realizing that there wasn’t anybody to help me, nor feel the standard emotion of love directed in my direction, but even with that being so, I still fuckin’ prevailed. I am now well aware that victory can only come from my own doing, the only one that’s going to help me survive…is myself.

So if you believe that your pitiful remarks are going to do anything other than amuse me, then you’re in for a nasty night, that will only conclude with a justified failure.

All you’ve done in the build-up to this moment has been lying to yourself, not once has this bout been anything other than a disgrace in your mind, a waste of time if you will, so why continue to speak false realities? There hasn’t been a shred of hope from you, nor a desire to feel something when heading into this poetic battle, but the same can’t be said for my own feelings. As you continue to speak, I only continue to grow excited for the chance to humble you, to show countless individuals across the world that you might possess talents like no other, your abilities might be unmatched, but how you represent yourself, and continuously damage this promotion with your ruptured ego, you don’t deserve to become the main representative of this company. And while I may not be in contention to accomplish the same, I’ll still take pleasure in putting you to rest, and ensuring that you can’t bullshit your way to the top. There’s no need to pity me, Raivo, this is no longer your story to tell, it isn’t your chapter of success that’s being written, but rather mine, when I prove that my words have value, unlike yours.

When this weekend comes to fruition, allow this to be a reminder to never underestimate Chicago’s Finest, as there’s a reason I’ve been a champion for well over three months, and it isn’t because I’m of lesser value than anyone, but rather the opposite.

Alyssa Grace, Mami's Favorite Chew Toy, 'Don' Hendrix and DT The Ruler have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos July 14th 2023, 2:09 pm by **Remington Ivory Prescott**

The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent

The over expensive shoes of Remington Ivory Prescott lead the man down a long corridor in Prescott Tower. Along the walls of his corridor are doors leading to various rooms of various intent as well as various pictures of Remington posing in various states of wealth and status. He looks like a smug prick in every single photo.

Unlike most days when Prescott would stop and look at himself in awe because who wouldn't be in awe of Remington Ivory Prescott? This time, Remington seems to be walking with some purpose. Each and every one of those steps he's taking is more focused and driven than the last.

At the end of the hall, Remington yanks open the two doors leading to his incredible office. The all black suit is only broken up by the splash of blood red color of his tie.

"Ms. Graves!" Remington bellows for his new assistant as he strides over to his desk to sit down in the massive backed chair that looks almost like it's a throne more than anything. His signature scarf is draped across a corner of it.

The aforementioned Ms. Graves saunters into his office. She has her PresCorp tablet in hand and is ready for whatever task may be required of her at this moment. She's only been working for PresCorp for about a week but she's been handling the pressure pretty well.

"Order a gift basket." Remington barely pays any attention to her as he drums his fingers on the large desk in front of him. "Let's do it up like a First Aid Care Package. Ice packs, band-aids, a PresCare Insurance card, maybe some funeral flowers, the whole nine."

Ms. Graves is notating all of this on her tablet. "On the card?"

Prescott ponders for a moment. "Let's keep it simple. Something like: 'Soon.' should be enough. Just enough to let that goofy fuck Nobi know that we're not done. First he tries to steal the Immortal Heavyweight Championship from me and then he has the audacity to hit me? Oh, we are very much not done."

Ms. Graves smirks, "Understood." She takes a beat to make sure she's got her notes correct. "Delivery?"

Remington grins. "Let's do it at Night of Champions. Give him a little confidence boost before the match that I secured for him. I swear, I'm surrounded by the most ungrateful pricks I've ever seen. I retrieve my stolen championship from him with no hard feelings, hand him a shot at a much lesser and much more fitting championship and this asshole has the gall to lay his hands on me. What is the world coming to, Ms. Graves?"

Ms. Graves shakes her head in disbelief and agreement, "He owes you a great debt, Mr. Prescott. We all do."

Prescott turns in his chair to look out of the window and into the distance. His eyes squint as he continues to speak to his new secretary. "What did you find out?"

Ms. Graves takes a seat in front of the desk while swiping through her tablet to the information requested. "About Carlos Rosso? Nothing we don't already know. Unwanted has been that keeps hanging around for some godforsaken reason. I believe he thinks he's once again relevant."

Prescott narrows his gaze as he continues to stare out of the window. "I suppose he believes that his previous tenure gives him the right to challenge me for my Immortal Heavyweight Championship." Remington takes that moment to crack the knuckles on his right hand, where his Jagged Kryptonite Ring shimmers oddly in the light. "I'll just have to put him out of my misery then."

Ms. Graves offers a grin that couldn't be confused as anything but sinister. "Might I suggest one of your more painfully lucrative retirement plans, sir?"

Remington turns his chair back towards the desk. His elbows touch down to the top of the custom wood and he brings his fingers up to a steepled position in front of his face. His signature grin is one that cannot be denied, even with his fingers in front of his face as they are.

"Ms. Graves. Are you suggesting that I put that junkyard dog Carlos Rosso down? Permanently?" The faux-shock from Prescott is almost so bad that it could be confused with sarcasm. It might also be some dark sarcasm. It only lasts a moment longer before Remington Ivory Prescott drops his hands to the desk. "What did you have in mind?"

Ms. Graves almost winks behind her glasses as she scoots up to the edge of her seat. She taps something on her tablet and flips it around to show Prescott. We don't get to see it but we do get to see his face and he looks... delighted.

* * * * *

Carlos. Carlos. Carlos.

Why are you here? Hm? This truly is an honest question.

I mean, I understand what happens to those that are past their prime when they see the future of this industry rising to the top without having to jump over as many hurdles or punch through as many obstacles as you have. I'm sure it's a telling experience for individuals like yourself to go through. To realize that everything you've had to fight tooth and nail for? Naturally gifted and talented prodigies such as myself are merely going through the motions and coming out the other side as champions.

Funny how that works, isn't it?

Now, since my talents were first desired by the Omega Wrestling Alliance and I chose to dedicate my loyalties to Mount Olympus, I've had to endure an unfathomable amount of ridicule and misinformation surrounding myself and my name. I have been brutally and viciously attacked by homeless gypsies, physically assaulted and threatened by ungrateful people that I've given my support to. I've even had to be in the same room with Brandon Hendrix for more than ten minutes.

I've been through a lot, Carlos. So I want you to know that I do understand where you might be getting the notion that you should be getting those old bones of yours back into the ring and trying to find something to give you another spark of life now that you've started to descend towards madness.

I say madness because you must be completely mad if you think you can just sniff around Nobi's ass, ride his coattails and then insert yourself into Tres Comas Club business.

And more importantly? My business.

You've been hanging around Mount Olympus a lot lately. Too much, if you ask me. I can only assume you're trying to resurrect a fledgling or dead career by aligning yourself with individuals that do not understand the big picture. People that choose to spit in the face of the new authority for cheers or clicks or to be liked. By choosing the wrong side, Carlos, you've endangered whatever last hurrah you've decided to have.

You're doomed.

As a decorated veteran in this industry, I'm sure you understand that as Immortal Heavyweight Champion and the only real representation that Mount Olympus and the Tres Comas Club have, I cannot allow you to waltz back into the locker room, lace up those tired old boots, climb into my ring and walk away with my property. I cannot allow you to hop, skip and jump over an entire roster of current middling talent just to satiate your own selfish need to "be somebody" again. This twisted obsession that the OWAverse has with old fossils parading themselves around for attention is, quite frankly, tragic. Somebody has to do something about this.

And that somebody is me.

Know this, Carlos Rosso. This right here is your only shot. Night of Champions, in Queens, New York, is the closest you're ever going to get to Immortality. You've swindled your way into this opportunity by, I don't know, I guess being enough of a nuisance that the Tres Comas Club has given me the privilege of putting you out to pasture. We've collectively decided that the best way to get rid of someone of your ilk is to... well, it would normally be an Asian woman but since we don't have any of those on hand at the moment, it will be for myself to dedicate my entire drive and focus to putting you in the ground.

At Night of Champions, there will be no Immortal Heavyweight Championship match. I don't care what the marquee says. Every single person in every single seat of the Arthur Ashe Stadium is going to be on hand to bear witness to the end of Carlos Rosso.

From the moment I decided the Immortal Heavyweight Championship was mine for the taking, I took it. And despite the vile and unscrupulous attempts of people like Mark Michaels, Elijah Hampton and Nobi to lie, cheat and steal their way into taking what I earned, I have defended myself and my championship from all of these attacks.

This is not a question of whether I will win or lose. I refuse to even consider losing to be an option. You've stepped into a den of lions, Carlos and now you're going to have to suffer the consequences of your actions.

And when Night of Champions is over and I'm standing over what's left of your bloody corpse holding up the Immortal Heavyweight Championship that you tried and failed to take from me, I want you to know and understand that you did this. You brought this upon yourself. You chose to walk in front of my crosshairs and now you're going to have to suffer the consequences of your actions.

Here Lies Carlos Rosso.
Nobody Cares.

* * * * *

Inside Prescott Manor, the door to Remington's bedroom closes and he struts down the hallway. He's wrapped in a Burberry robe and continues his strutting stride towards the kitchen in this wing of the estate.

In the kitchen, Remington pours himself a glass of some too expensive wine. In fact, the label is designed so that only individuals of a certain wealth and class can actually make out what it says.

He leaves the bottle on the ivory countertop and takes another small hallway towards a doorless room where the walls and pedestals are littered with well placed and designed accolades from Remington Ivory Prescott's entire life. Trophies, awards, pictures and more all take up quite a bit of space in this already huge space.

Remington stands in the center of the room where there is a separate pedestal. On top of this pedestal, presented in all of its shining gloriousness. It is, of course, the OWA Immortal Heavyweight Championship.

He takes a long sip from his glass. As he does so, we get a better glimpse of the pedestal upon which the OWA Immortal Heavyweight Championship is resting. Curled up inside the belt is a cat that's sleeping ever so soundly.

The glass of wine is finished after a bit of time passes and Remington Ivory Prescott holds the glass down at his side while he reaches into the championship belt to scritch a finger against the cat's fur. A rare moment of humanity shown from the Merchant of Violence.

"Don't you worry, Renfield." Remington Ivory Prescott narrows his eyes in another moment of absolute focus. "Daddy's not going to let them take away your favorite napping spot. I promise." Another few moments of scritching happens before Remington Ivory Prescott turns to head back towards the kitchen to set the glass down.

Remington Ivory Prescott takes another hallway and moves to another set of double doors. This one seems to be electronically sealed and takes a retina scan before the doors slide open with a hiss. Prescott steps inside and the room lights up to reveal a massive surveillance room complete with huge screens, monitors, audio and more. On the biggest screen on the far wall is a huge picture of Carlos Rosso eating a hot dog.

Remington Ivory Prescott leans on the console in front of him and smirks.

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Re: OWA Promos July 14th 2023, 1:26 pm by **Tyler Kulina**

Kingdom Promo #1

“Six Degrees”

(The camera opens to the latest episode of Omega Access, where host Vicki Lane is sitting across from OWA Outlaw Champion, Tyler Kulina, who’s wearing his title proudly over his shoulder.)

Vicki Lane: Hello, welcome to Omega Access! I’m Vicki Lane, and my guest today is OWA Outlaw Champion, Tyler Kulina! Thank you for being here today!

Tyler Kulina: It’s no problem, Vick. Making these appearances are part of the job, but I’m starting to enjoy stuff like this.

Vicki Lane: That’s good to hear! I know when you first arrived in OWA, you were more quiet and soft-spoken, letting your actions speak rather than your words. In some ways, you’re still that same brawler, but I can see that you’re more open around others. What made you come out of your shell?

(Tyler blushes for a moment before answering.)

Tyler Kulina: Honestly? Let’s just say I became close friends with someone in Odyssey who saw through the front I had and sees me for the person I am. Through her, I learned that things aren’t as serious as they’re made out to be…until they are. Then it’s time to show the world what you’re about.

Vicki Lane: Like your match with Nate Cage.

Tyler Kulina: Exactly. He thought he could come at The Kid, but like Raivo during The Clash, he missed. He thought being crazy and threatening my family was going to get to me, but he was wrong. Then he and JD go back to doing what they do best: jumping someone because they can’t get the job done on their own. Then again, besides Kenny Drake and Niki winning the big one, when has anyone repping Wolvesden accomplished something on their own? Maybe, Josie, I guess - because I don’t want any smoke with her. She’s a literal hellcat, bruh. But I digress, JD and Nate can’t beat me by themselves. They’re too bitch made.

Vicki Lane: Good thing Nas and Jeff came out when they did, though. Outlaw rules would’ve put you in a precarious position.

Tyler Kulina: It probably would’ve. I thanked Nas and Jeff afterward. They’re solid dudes for helping a kid out.

Vicki Lane: Speaking of which, what do you think of the rumors?

(Tyler leans forward, his eyes serious.)

Tyler Kulina: What rumors?

Vicki Lane: That either Jeff X or Nasir Moore is your father. Some even consider Michael Bishop to be a possibility.

(Tyler was silent for a moment before laughing.)

Tyler Kulina: You know what? I’m gonna let the IWC sit on that for a second. I don’t mind keeping them guessing, especially since it’s my business to know when the truth finally comes out.

Vicki Lane: When you find out who your father is, will you be sharing this information with the world?

(Tyler casually shrugs for a moment.)

Tyler Kulina: Perhaps. I do not care for my secrets anyway. But, I’ll never snitch on anyone, so my word means something I guess.

Vicki Lane: Is that the energy you carried on the streets?

Tyler Kulina: Yeah, you could say that. I made it no secret that my family grew up poor; mom worked multiple jobs to keep us clothed and fed. Pops wasn’t around, but I hold no animosity toward him. All I want to do is meet him in the ring and prove that I’m my own man, that I didn’t need him. I want to show that I was strong enough for my mom and siblings. Listen, I get it. Shit happens, you know. I never delved deeper into my mother’s life with my pops because that was their business. Right now, I’m on mine. For instance, my upcoming match with Jacob Striker. I heard that he wants to meet me in the ring. The dude got guts for calling me out, I’ll give him that much for sure. Then again, he’s won some gold here and there in other places so I’m not going to underestimate him once that bell rings.

Vicki Lane: What kind of edge do you think you’ll have in this match?

(Tyler thought for a second as he rubbed his chin.)

Tyler Kulina: Like Jacob, I’ve studied under Stephanie Matsuda. But the Matsuda I’ve trained under is an older, wiser woman now than she was when Jake first walked into her dojo back in Brooklyn. But I get it - he’s her star pupil, the one who not only became a world champion and a Wrestleworld Territorial Champion, but he got with her other star pupil Serenity Scorpio and inherited the famous War Room Dojo! Jacob Striker, the prodigal son who will inherit the Stephanie Matsuda legacy - at least in the West. But yet, despite the success, he’s still humble and hungry. In that respect, Jake is a man after my own heart. He hasn’t forgotten what it’s like to wake but before sunrise just to make sure you make it to the next Indy show on time where there’s a fifty percent chance you’ll even get paid. I may not have journeyed in the Indies, but I know what the struggle is like. It's as real as it gets, and I’m sure Jake is inclined to agree. I can’t think of a better person to defend this title against. It’s going to be one hell of a fight for real. But, the ending is going to be the same as the last episode - with my theme music playing. On paper, Jake and I are similar. Two upstarts who underwent continued training with the same sensei and we both ended up with someone the Sky Queen holds close to her heart. Jake has Serenity and I have Cassie, Steph’s actual cousin. While Cloud taught him all about lucharesu, she helped me gain control over my domain expansion, allowing me to develop a self-awareness where I can hold my own against any threat, no matter the ability or number. During the Clash I’ve demonstrated what I’m capable of, and during my first defense, I showed the world what happens when you redirect that focus on a single opponent. Jake has the skills to keep me on my toes, but he lacks the killer instinct. I don’t care how many degrees we are away from each other, I’m a stray dog biting his way through the competition. I’ve tried the tag scene, and respect to Sena and Emmy, but it looks like my luck has turned around since going singles. One day I’m willing to give the tag scene another chance with my homie, but for now, I’m going to do whatever I have to do to get the job done on the solo tip.

Vicki Lane: Speaking of the Dojo Boys, [people are surprised that it wasn’t Emmanuelle and/or Sena who came down there. Care to comment on that?

Tyler Kulina: Of course. Everyone assumes that when we’re back there during showtime we all have our eyes glued to the TV. That’s now the case, especially if you’re not scheduled for a match. SEna and Emm had their stuff going on, so it’s all good. That wasn’t the first time I’ve had the odds against me and it certainly won’t be the last. As long as I’m Outlaw Champion It’s me against the world. This isn’t recent news to me, Vicki. The day my pops walked out - or was put away according to Mom - was the day that would shape me forever. And you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. Jacob Striker has proven that he belongs on the Kingdom roster, but I’m going to show him who’s got next. I’ve been fighting my whole life - the only difference now is that I get paid to kick ass and take names.

Vicki Lane: That’s some bravado you’ve got there.

Tyler Kulina: Of course, I’ve got no choice, ma. This Sunday, the Prodigal Son of Clan Matsuda, Jacob is going to “know and understand” what it means to strike out. And that’s not just a promise. That’s…the natural order of things.
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Vicki Lane: Well, you heard The Kid speak ladies and gentlemen! Be sure to check out Kulina vs Striker this Sunday on Kingdom!

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Re: OWA Promos July 14th 2023, 2:56 am by **Brody**

Prologue

Empires rise, and empires fall. Time irrevocably marches forward. The omnipresent force of change is a golden thread woven throughout the fabric of the universe, binding all matter to its inscrutable caprice. Glory. Decay. Triumph. Tragedy. A cycle that has repeated itself numerous times. And that which cannot, or will not, adapt has been proven to perish. It happened to the Romans. It happened to the Mongols. It happened to the myriad species that have ever existed upon this fortuitous rock. And it will happen to the dynasties that have ruled over us for far too long. We may live in a time of monsters. Their power may seem inescapable. But nothing escapes the callous indifference of time. Embrace change as an immutable truth that carves through rock like a mighty river, laying waste to structures that have lasted millennia. But before this new world can be born, the old world must die.

San Diego, CA
Tuesday, 11th July 2023
6:05 am

The salt-kissed air of the San Diego shore filled Brody’s lungs with renewed vigor as he approached the end of his morning run. For years, he had watched with reverence as legends etched their names into the annals of OWA infamy. And now it stood before him. With each stride, he carved majestically through the morning mist, the rhythmic beat of his footfall echoing with metronomic precision. His body moved in synchrony while his gaze remained fixed forward, unwavering. It was time to make his indelible mark on history.

As he slowed to a stop outside his modest beach house, he looked out upon the water. The sun had barely crept over the horizon. Time seemed to stand still.

“Well, I gotta hand it to ya—”

“JESUS FUCK!” yelled Brody as he spun around and adopted a fighting stance.

“Whoa, are you ok?”

“Dad?” he said, relaxing his body. “Fuckin’ hell, you scared the shit out of me, bro.”

“Oh, sorry about that.”

“Yeah, no problem. Fuck. What’re you doin’ here?”

“Well, I was on my way to the office, and I thought I’d just stop by to say you did good the other night.”

“Huh? Oh, against El Landerson? Yeah, no sweat, dude.”

“No, not that. I mean, if I was nitpicking, I’d actually say you were pretty sloppy. And if you were fighting anyone tall enough to ride a rollercoaster, you’d have been punished. But what I was referring to was how you pushed for a title shot. That took some sand. I’m impressed.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

“But—”

“Seriously?”

“Why didn’t you just take up Hampton’s offer? The man came out to the ring and requested a challenger, and you let Poet just walk out and accept?”

“Oh, right. Well, uh, it’s like I said. I don’t like the way Allesandro’s been walkin’ ‘round actin’ like a big shot when he’s only where he is because of who his dad is. He couldn’t beat Matsuda the first time and had to kidnap her wife to win their rematch. He needs takin’ down a couple notches, bro.”

“Oh yeah? What’s the real reason?”

“Fine, I was takin’ a dump. But dude, the smell of that stuff they dumped on Nobi triggered somethin’ in my guts. I was prairie doggin’ for, like, the entire match.”

“Hmm, that actually explains a lot. El Landerson sure got the jump on you, alright.”

“But all that other stuff I said about Allesandro is still true, though. His hands are soft as shit.”

“Sure, but the American Dream Championship? What in the world of two-bit titles is that?”

“I dunno, dude. But it’s a championship, at least. Gotta mean somethin’.”

“It’ll definitely mean more money. And prestige.”

“Nah, dude. That’s the belt Hampton has.”

“I meant prestige as in status, you fucking dunce.”

“Oh, right,” Brody laughed. “In all honesty, though, I couldn’t really give a fuck about that belt. Why would I care about some title from a rinky-dink company that no one gave a shit about in the first place? But it means somethin’ to him, and I wanna teach that prick a lesson.”

“And what lesson is that?”

“Uh, don’t kidnap people, I guess.”

“Why do you give a fuck about any of that?”

“Listen, Matsuda was nice to me before I made my debut. She gave me some good advice when I teamed up with Ryo. And that’s not all she gave me,” he said, raising his left hand to show a Tissot watch strapped around his wrist. “She gave me this before the Clash. Although, I think she might’ve misunderstood when I told her and Monica I wanna watch.”

“I suppose the how and why doesn’t really matter now. You’ve got your shot. You’re gonna have to bring your best to win, though. Even if you’re better than Allesandro, you saw what happened to Tatsuo against Dampshaw. Tres Comas Club will do anything it takes to keep that belt.”

“Bruh, please. You put me in the ring with that limey fuck, an’ I’d simply walk through those brass knuckle shots and win irregardlessly. I’m built different, bro.”

“I am positive that’s not true.”

“Believe it, bro. I’ll show that incest fuck you don’t kidnap a hot piece of ass and get away with it. Not on my watch, dude.”

“What the… how the fuck do you know Allesandro is into incest?”

“Dude, he has white hair and calls himself a dragon. I’ve seen documentaries about these people.”

“Documentaries? Are you talking about Game of Thrones?”

“So, you’ve seen them?”

San Diego, CA
Wednesday, 12th July 2023
1:15 pm

Brody bit his fingernails as he sat patiently waiting for Nat to finish trying on clothes. As he glanced around the boutique, he could not help but notice the curious glances and subtle whispers directed his way. It was a peculiar feeling to be recognized, but one he was becoming increasingly accustomed to.

“Oh my God!” shouted a spotty-faced teenager in a Stanford hoodie. “You’re him, aren’t you? The dude from OWA!”

“Yep,” he replied with self-satisfaction. “That’s me.”

“Dude, I watched you on TV the other night. You were awesome.”

“Thanks, bro. Appreciate it.”

“What’re you doing in San Diego?”

“This is where I’m from, dude.”

“Really?” the teenager’s face scrunched up. “I coulda swore my buddy Nate said you were from Chicago?”

“Nope.”

“Huh. Well, wrestling’s not really my thing, but my buddy Nate freakin’ loves you, dude. Would it be ok if I FaceTime him real quick?”

“Sure.”

“Awesome, dude! I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he sees me standing next to Noah Krieger!”

“Noah Krieger?” Brody’s immediate reaction was one of anger, but he paused for a moment.

“Uh, yeah,” the teenager looked puzzled. “Why did you just shout your name?”

“Oh, um, it’s a thing I do. Sorta my catchphrase. Noah Krieger!”

“Oh, cool.”

“So, Stanford, huh? Smart kid. What’re you studying?”

“Chemistry.”

“Oh, you might know this then, can you take antibiotics if you’re on heroin? I think that last whore gave me the drip, bro. Serves me right for goin’ in without a bag, right? Ha, not the first time, won’t be the last. But I’m not goin’ cold turkey again. Not after last time. Also, heroin’s not the only drug I take. Yeah, I also take various steroids.”

“Uhhh… ok?”

“You don’t have the number of any good prostitutes around here, do ya? In fact, you know what, they don’t even have to be good. I’m not super picky. Anythin’ I can get my hands on, really. Actually, the ones with mileage on the clock usually do way more stuff. I might be from Chicago, but I love me a Cleveland steamer, y’know? Ha, yeah, you know. You look the type.”

“What? No! I don’t know anything about that!”

“Oh, right,” Brody winked. “First rule of Fight Club, eh?”

The teenager looked horrified.

“You know what,” he said, clearing his throat. “Let’s take a rain check on that FaceTime. I don’t have much battery left, and I need to get an Uber.”

“Ah, too bad! Maybe next time, dude. And make sure you tell everyone you know all what I just said! Noah Krieger!”

Almost immediately, Brody began to regret what he had said. Not because it smeared Krieger’s name, as it was only one person. "How much damage could it possibly do?" he thought, attempting to assuage himself of any guilt. Instead, his remorse was because his behavior resulted from a bruised ego. Never before had he cared what people thought about him. In one moment, he was happy to be recognized, and in the next, he was angry that he had been mistaken for someone else. Vanity is a fickle beast. He resolved to keep a check on his ego while his star was rising within OWA. He also felt he owed Krieger at least one beer.

“Who was that?”

“What?” Brody snapped his head towards Nat. “Oh, just a fan. Lil scamp. Are you done yet?”

“Yeah, sure. You’ve suffered long enough, I think.”

“Oh, no, not at all.”

“Well, in that case—”

“No,” Brody barked. “I mean, I’m pretty hungry. You wanna get somethin’ to eat?”

“Sure,” Nat smiled. “I know just the place.”

The midday sun was relentless as they strolled along the boardwalk. Despite the heat, they remained undeterred, seeking solace in the refreshing Pacific breeze that swept through the city.

“So, I guess you saw what Allesandro said about you?”

“Yeah.”

“And? Does it bother you?”

“I dunno,” Brody shrugged. “I mean, the Mongrels had one of the most gnarly empires ever. And Genghis Khan fucked, bro. But I have no idea why he thinks I’m Mongrolian.”

“Uhh, he called you a mongrel, not a Mongol.”

“I don’t care, dude. I’m American.”

“Ok, but what about that stuff at the end? About hurting the people you care about?”

“Aww, is this your way of seein’ if I care about you?”

“Brody, no. He’s got goons currently holding a woman hostage. I am genuinely worried he might do something awful.”

“Nah, he doesn’t have the balls. I mean, have you seen those tight suits he wears? Not even a trace of dong, bro.”

“But all that talk of black wooden skull masks and—”

“All talk, dude. Trust me, Monica’s fine. He’s just usin’ her to get Matsuda to retire because he can’t do the job legit. He knows that if anythin’ happens to her, Matsuda would fuckin’ bury him for good.”

“You sure about that?”

“Positive. That’s why he goes overboard, throwin’ glasses at walls and bulgin’ his eyes at the camera. And callin’ himself a fuckin’ dragon? Man, what zero rizz does to a motherfucker. He knows everyone can see exactly what he is: a scared shitless little brat tryin’ desperately to keep his empire from crumblin’ to pieces. He’s right about one thing, though.”

“What’s that?”

“Of course I’m usin’ him to make a name for myself. But everyone I fight is someone I’m usin’ to make a name for myself. He’s nothin’ special, it’s just how the fuckin’ industry works, bro. And no, I don’t give a fuck about the glory of bein’ the American Dream Champion. But I’ll use it as a steppin’ stone to somethin’ better. Somethin’ he’ll never be able to achieve, at least not without his goons. And it’s gonna be fuckin’ lit to watch him crease when I let the people he claims want him as their champion – the low-class scum, as he’d put it – to get their hands on the thing he cares about most. Anyone who wants a picture with it can have one. I might even loan it out for parties. For free.”

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Re: OWA Promos July 13th 2023, 2:24 pm by **Mami's Favorite Chew Toy**

Location: Devione Industries, Manhattan, New York, USA
Time: 1:00 P.M.
Date: 7/13/2023

OWA Promos - Page 2 Forbes-spaces-02-2016

A New Horizon…

(We open to Allesandro Devastation, sitting alone in a lounge chair at Devione Industries, Manhattan Branch, after the events of Olympus. He has another cigar lit and burning in his right hand, and a glass of scotch with three ice cubes in his left, swirling the liquid around. He has a smirk on his face as he speaks.)

I sit here and I revel in the fact that now not just I, but the world before me knows that Stephanie Matsuda is nothing but an addict, and me and my dream are the ultimate drug. I sit here and I revel in the fact that she will still deny she has a problem, despite in front of the world showing her hypocrisy in the open. This is a good day ladies and gentleman, this day is what I would love to say is a great day…But..

(Allesandro takes a puff of his cigar and lets the smoke slowly seep out of his mouth slowly until it surrounds his face.)

I am a man who still, even years after the run of a lifetime, the ultimate reign of MY American Dream Championship, still has these people, lower class curs, standing in line to try and stop me. Anybody else would fold under this pressure, and falter under the weight of the circumstances surrounding them. But me…I am exactly what I say I am. I am the Dream of a nation, I am the one who stands over it all with my head held high, and with MY Dream held even higher above my head as I place my boot on top of my fallen enemies upon my Olympus. Stephanie will gather her forces for one more shot at glory, and I will be waiting. Hopefully she does know that while I wait, the sadistic people in my organization will also be waiting, with Monica. Tiptoe through the tombstones dog, for maybe if you run too fast you will fall over one you never wanted to be there in the first place. Who we were years ago on the Island of Wrestleworld are not who we are now. There, the tyranny you faced in me was not as wise as I am now. Brash, seeking to cement a legacy, wanting the world to know that Allesandro Devastation was the ruling class and the greatest champion amongst the four regions. And now, I am the only one left standing, and upon my return I took back what was mine in the first place. No more do I need to cement a legacy, that is done. And now, now I stand here and I know that the world will remember what I have done to oppress everything that my America does not stand for, for the betterment of a nation and for the glory of their favorite son. And now, people know of that legacy, of that legend in time simply known as The Tyranny of Allesandro Devastation. One of those people, a mongrel by the name of Brody..

(Allesandro takes a sip of his scotch and sits the glass down. He smiles and chuckles before turning back to the camera.)

And I simply see the antithesis of my being in this fool. Brody you may have done well against the other newer class of the Omega Wrestling Alliance. But this is not a new thing for me, this is no first rodeo as they say. And for you, this is your first championship match here. And you chose poorly you mutt. You want to try and take away the Dream that I defended against everyone before me before, and stood tall against them all until I left that island, and you want to do it because you dislike my version of a Dream. You want to take this championship out of my hands because you dislike how I was raised. And you want to try and make a name for yourself off of me and show the world you can be the one to dethrone the tyrannical king..

(Allesandro puts down his cigar and begins to laugh uncontrollably. He stands, and in one motion swipes the glass off the table next to him as it goes crashing against the wall, breaking the glass and spilling fine scotch as he stops laughing, and looking like the mad tyrant he has become over the years, and as his eyes turn dark he yells.)

WELL GET IN LINE YOU WORM!!! THE WORLD AROUND ME THINKS THE SAME AND THEY CAN DO NOTHING TO STOP ME, AND YOU THINK A MANGY MUTT LIKE YOURSELF STANDS A CHANCE?!?

(Allesandro steps to the left and picks his American Dream Championship off of his desk, and holds it up next to him so the camera can see it. He stares at the title as he speaks.)

I will stand tall above you like everyone else Brody, and I will drive the heel of my right boot deep into your chest as I do it so the world can see my boot print clearly as they walk by your stinking body on the way to try and challenge me next. You think yourself as a hero, but in reality you won't even be seen as a martyr. You will just be a marker of where the Dragon has slain another dog in his path. Do you understand that at all you idiot? Do you truly believe the situation you have gotten yourself into? Allow me to put it in a way you can understand better, this is the deep water now and there is no monster wave to ride away from the sharks from Brody. Take it as seriously as it really is, even if for once in your miserable low class life, and understand that you have truly bitten off more than you can chew. And for what? Not even for the glory of wanting to be champion. Not for wanting to stand up for what is right. You challenge me of all people because of your own ego. You saw another lower class mongrel stand in front of the world and want to challenge for a championship. So you, with no true ambition, no true sense of what is earned and what is owed, thought your best course of action would be to come after me and my Dream on one of the greatest nights of my entire career when I showed the world that Stephanie Matsudas ego was more important to her than her wife.

(Allesandro puts the championship upon his right shoulder, and begins to walk to the other side of his private executive office. He stops and looks out of his window.)

Your father must be wishing you were never born. Your father must be wishing that his son had an actual brain inside of his skull that fired on all cylinders. But instead he has a flea brained fool who he looks at and sees the product of his mistake. In this world you want to be a part of, in MY world, there is no trophy for trying. There is no reward for not being the best, no silver or bronze. Because in MY world, for MY dream, you stand before ME. And while you have done nothing worth any value in any aspect of the life that never should have been, I have taken what I have gotten, and I have done so knowing that my father would never know his son to be a disappointment. Because I took his company to new heights, I made my career my own in the ring and in the boardroom. And I did it in a way he never could. Kevin Devastation, a name that at one time was one of the greatest men in our industry, loved or hated, and he did it his way. He tried to be a God amongst them, when in reality he knew nothing of what they wanted and did not care. While I, I give them what they need, like you. You want the American Dream, you want your chance at making a name off of a victory against me. And I am giving you exactly what you need though. Yes you get to stand against the Dream in human form, but you also need to fall at my feet and fall in line as everyone below me. And I plan on doing this for your father, so he can watch his son hopefully…finally…know his place in life. I promise I won’t make it quick, nor will I promise I won’t make it painless. For myself I must make this a showcase of what happens to fools who are not named Stephanie Matsuda who want to stand before me and try to make a name for themselves. I must show the world that I am protecting the Dream I know America needs instead of the one they want at the moment. Like children, they will flock to whatever new shiny object comes along. Like you, with a bright smile and a laid back attitude, it is new to what they have seen before in myself, or even in the mongrels known as April Song and Stephanie Matsuda. You are the flavor of the month, with a few back to back wins under your belt and an attitude that you are strong enough to slay a dragon that has destroyed entire kingdoms with the world trying to destroy him.

(Allesandro turns back towards the camera and has a true scowl on his face. He scoffs and takes the championship off of his shoulder and holds it up to the camera in the foreground with his ever looming presence in the background.)

This is something that is my treasure. And as it is my treasure, I will own it until I no longer want it. And a nobody like you will ever own something like this as long as it is in my possession. So I tell you once and only once, this is not personal, this is just good business. When the dust settles and I have left you in the dirt just stay there…JUST STAY IN THE DIRT LIKE THE DOG YOU ARE AND WATCH AS THE DREAM FADES INTO THE HORIZON…And when you wake up, remember what happened to you. Know it well and know that when Allesandro Devastation comes around you again, you step back, fall in line and remember what happened when you wanted to test me. And if that isn't enough to remind you, then look at it like this. Stephanie Matsuda’s wife is sitting somewhere with a devil in the flesh wearing a suit with a black wooden skull mask not to hide his identity, but because he gets off on it while he holds a loaded gun to her skull. And at the snap of my fingers Stephanie is open on the market again. So do you really think I won’t hurt your family if you test me as she has? I will hurt every…

(Allesandro brings his left hand into view in front of the American dream Championship and snaps his fingers)

…Single…

(Allesandro snaps his fingers again.)

…One.

(Allesandro snaps his fingers a final time as the camera backs away from him and begins to fade to black.)

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Re: OWA Promos July 13th 2023, 11:36 am by **DarkCircle**

{The screen is pitch black with nothing showing for several seconds before the screen comes up and shows us a very opulent room set up for poker and other such games of chance and the room is recognized as the “King’s Corner” of the famed “Velvet Rabbit” nightclub in New York City and it is here at one of the tables that we find the “Devil’s Favorite Dirty” himself, Jacob Striker, who is regarding the two cards in front of him as in the background, we can faintly hear the opening beats of Phil Collins’ “In the air tonight”}

Jacob: My father once said that professional wrestling was like poker, you never know how things are going to go until you put down your final bet and after five years of this, I can honestly say that if anything, he was underselling things just a bit because in this sport, nothing is certain with but the fate of the draw in the cards.

Take this week’s edition of Kingdom for a prime example of this as you have two of New York State’s toughest sons facing off against each other as in one corner you have Sleepy Hollow’s favorite bastard in myself, Jacob Striker, going against Albany’s favorite son in Tyler Kulina for the Omega Wrestling Alliance Outlaw championship…a match that I actually asked for, but Oasis made the call for Ty’s title to be on the line and not me.

But all of that aside, Tyler, I want you to know the exact reason why I asked for this match and that’s because I’ve watched you wrestle and I have already said once that you’ve got the skills, the fire, and the determination to become a world’s champion. And it’s not often that I get a chance to wrestle against someone that I feel deep down is on the same exact level as myself where it comes to wrestling.

{Jake looks down at his cards again and taps two fingers before being dealt two cards which he then lifts up long enough to regard before the faintest ghost of a smile crosses his lips before his eyes cast back up to the camera}

Jacob: Having said that, Tyler…while I have nothing but the utmost respect for you and your talents, I’m not going to take it easy on you because the moment that bell rings, you and I are going to go to war and I’m going to show each and every single mother fucker in this promotion exactly why I am one of the most gifted, if not THE most gifted technical wrestler on this entire roster. Just because I’ve had a bad run of luck here in the OWA does not mean that I’m not someone who should be ignored because of my losses nor made fun because of them, because if we do not learn from everything, the wins or the loses, then can we have claimed to really have learned anything at all.

No, I don’t measure myself like so many of these egocentric twats like Ravio, Brandon Hendrix, JD Damon, or Kenny Drake seem so self-obsessed into throwing back into people’s faces. Only self-destructive pedantic twats who refuse to grow and help expand the minds and careers of the next generation of wrestlers are self-absorbed into that line of thought, Tyler. And the reason for that is because we were born to do this. We were born to rend pulpy muscle from bone with every single chop and twist of the submission hold. We live for that sick aftershock reaction of us putting some poor bastard through a power bomb.

That’s why our opponents constantly have to cheat in order to win, because they know that they can’t compete with the level of talent that they’re facing in that ring and they do the only thing that they can think to do in order to make up for their intense failure as sports entertainers by cheating against us, real professional wrestlers!

But come this week’s edition of Kingdom, I’m going to go to war just like I did this past weekend but the only difference between that pedantic twat, Halvorsen, and you Tyler is that I’m not out to end your career like I was with him. Because the kind of war that you and I are going to have, Tyler, is one where at the end of the night when I beat you, I can help you up and shake your hand because I know that you’ll give it your all, that you’ll fight me on even ground suplex to suplex, chop to chop, and all of that rot, you’ll know that you’ve been beaten by perhaps the only man on this company’s entire roster that can wrestle on the same level as you, and you know that I won’t cheat to win because it’s going to be skill against skill, so you don’t have to worry about me pulling some cheap ass bullshit like Ravio would or call on my Wolvesden papy like JD does on a near constant bases, Ty.

No, when I beat you. When I put you down for the three count. I’m going to do it the honest way, the real way. I’m going to start this match by shaking your hand and after I get that three count on you, I’m going to shake your hand again because that’s what people who respect their opponents do and I actually respect you, Tyler.

I can honestly say that for the first time in quite a while here in this promotion, I’m actually looking forward to this match because it’s going to be against someone who can actually go the distance with me quite possibly in the ring and that honestly doesn’t happen as often as I wish, and the last time that I thought it was going to happen was in my match against Jason Long and boy did that turn out to be a disappointment because despite the hype, he was more focused on his ego than actually being a challenge to me.

{Jake looks at the dealer and motions that he’s calling as the dealer puts down some more cards, as Jake’s smile gets a little bit more wolfish as the dealer’s cards land on the table}

Jacob: And there you go, more honesty than anyone in this industry should be allowed to have…so at Kingdom, I want you to come at me with your very best, Tyler. I want you to come at me with every iota of fury and energy in that body of yours and I will give you no less the same in return, but in the end that fire you feel inside of you each and every time that you walk down to the ring…it won’t be enough to match the raging inferno that’s in me.

At Kingdom, if you fight me at anything but your best…I will fucking clothesline you right into the shadow realm without a moment’s hesitation because I want you at your best, I want to be given the match that proves to me that my belief in that you’re the future of this industry, Tyler, I want to see the cold hearted, handsome devil.

But if the Devil doesn’t show and I get another Jason Long in his stead…then the Apocalypse will be coming a little bit early for you and that’s the bottom line there.

Oh, and Tyler?

{Jacob looks over at his pile of chips and then pushes them forwards to the dealer before he flips his cards over}

Jacob: I’m all in…are you?

{Jacob then stands up and leaves the table as the camera pans over to the cards to show us that he has a flush as the screen fades to black}

DT The Ruler and Tyler Kulina have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos July 13th 2023, 4:05 am by **Raivo**

I need to know. And this is a question for anyone to answer. But don’t you all get tired of the same talking points? I mean I get tired listening to it then it causes me to rehash the same words that I’ve used. And I hate repeating myself, but like all the white people here, I know y’all ain’t listening to me at all. So why bother talking to you Krieger, why bother addressing you at all? Why bother doing any of that huh? Well mostly because this is MY time to speak my mind, MY time to vent, MY time to basically let it all out. Ya know, I do get tired of people talking about me like they know me, like they understand who I am, because it shows me that they don’t actually think. They never think for themselves, they don’t have an original thought behind their eyes like their some sort of puppet that likes to regurgitate the talking points of people they see as better than them. I don’t expect anything different from a person affiliated with the Frontline. Those assholes always liked to be linked tongue to taint so it’s no surprise that someone who ain’t even a part of the group is over there sucking off the same points they like to use. And it’s funny because this just keeps proving my point, it just keeps proving that the man I am facing isn’t someone anyone can take seriously. I mean homie is beefing with the Hollywood Elite like he’s Q-Anon or some bullshit and he wants all of us to take him seriously like he ain’t a satirized version of a conspiracy theorist. This man has no shame, no ounce of dignity left in his body that he allows me to say this shit about him without recompense. Hell if a cuck were anything else than watching and getting off to another dude fucking your girl, Krieger would be it. I ain’t ever met a man worth less than the dirt I have to keep walking over. And yet he still has the white boy confidence to come into my house, come to my yard, and talk all this shit like he already got this in the bag. What soy boy shit is this that you got the confidence to say all this after you already done told me what you think about yourself, about what you think about your career. You beat a decrepit old man known as Jason Long, who is hearing voices in his head and seeing demons in the outfield and you hang your hat on that like it’s something. It’s not by the way Krieger if you’re so mentally slow that you can’t even understand that. You want to know why I know you hang your hat on that is because that’s all you referenced. That’s all you talked about and you used it like I was supposed to give a fuck and it was supposed to blow my argument out of the water. If that was your Ace in the hole, then I really don’t got anything to worry about.

But you apparently have so much to worry for because you want this narrative to be about you going against all odds. You want this narrative to be about how the world is against you, putting you up against someone who is trying to USE you as a catapult into something greater. Homie, if I had the choice I wouldn’t want this match with you because you’re not the status elevator you think you are. You’re barely a blip on the radar that even is allowed to register to face Raivo. You were put in this match because, well I’m not sure why honestly. Because I didn’t ask for you, I didn’t even know you existed. Maybe Chad asked for you because he sees you as an equal, and if that’s the case then being able to beat him for #1 contender is going to be easier than I thought. But get that out of your head Krieger. You aren’t this force that’s going to push me to great heights, you aren’t this person who is going to ensure my spot that I DESERVE. You’re just a dude, a guy with his head so fuck up his ass that he bends over backwards and let’s his opponent walk over him because it gives him a saving face, a little heroic piece of time before he goes to face the enemy. Like a anime protagonist or a bad comic book movie you’re so formulaic that it’s lazy and a fucking slap in MY face. And I know you don’t understand the concepts of slaps in the face or when someone insults you to your face like your existence does to my presence but I ain’t gonna take this lying down. Now we could have a bonafide 30 minute classic like I so graciously do for all my opponents. You know make shit look like gold, that type of shit that I am so great at doing that everyone wants to face me just for the sheer clout they get from it. But now we’re going to do something different for you Krieger. Because I am tired of these talking points, I am tired of hearing that I don’t put effort into my matches, that I don’t care and have gone in knowing I had resources to ensure my victory. I am tired of being made to be the second fiddle because people’s egos are too big for them to understand that they just got beat plain and simple. And that’s just it, people get beat by For the Minorities, they get beat by Raivo, they get beat by DT, and they like to deflect. It becomes even more apparent when it’s ME who pins them, because for all this talk, all this paint and reflection of who I should be in their eyes, they get beat by someone they expected to be lesser than them. I mean take Jeff and Chris, they both hate me and DT because one, they got beat by us, but more importantly they got beat by ME. That’s it, their ego too fragile to handle the loudmouth actually has the bite the back up his bark. And then you got all the others. You got Darkane and Laz the first time they lost. Laz went all the next week bitching about how it was unfair when it was his dumbass who couldn’t keep a title in his hand. Tyler Kulina makes it his personality to beat my ass because I embarrassed him and his outlook on life in the same amount of time it took for me to get ready for the match. Everyone who has ever had a problem with me, hates that I beat them because it was supposed to be so easy for them in their mind. And I’m not saying don’t underestimate me, all I’m saying is don’t be a bitch when you do lose. Because you are going to lose.

You see what I’m doing here Krieger, I’m defending myself, I’m defending who I AM because that’s what people who don’t take disrespect standing do. They don’t show their ass because they in their feelings and don’t wanna show it. They don’t let the other person walk all over them, but with you always being such an afterthought even being the Spartans Champion, I can see why your spine is equivalent to a fucking slinky. I can see that not living up to anything people set up for you, hell not even to the standards you set out at the beginning, I can understand why it ain’t doing anything for your self-esteem. But to be such a fucking coward, to be such a fucking loser is so dumb and a waste of my time. Now don’t get it twisted this was always a waste of my time, but I can act, I can at least put in some effort for your sake so you can hold onto something thinking that maybe there was meaning. But no I can’t even do that with you because you’ve got such a loser mentality, a mentality that fucking drains life of all meaning. So for you I’ll let you know this, I am not going to enjoy this match at all. I am not going to give you the effort you want because you don’t deserve even a fraction of that effort. You wanted a “lazy” Raivo but I don’t think you can handle that. Because losing to a “lazy” Raivo, well that’s just going to hurt you mentally isn’t it. Such a god damn disappointment of a man who holds a title that was prestigious under me. And for what, because you want to be a loser, a wanderer with no sense of self that you’re a black hole of charisma? To be a person whose only vindication in life is the fact you can drain anyone of any joy they find? That’s what Krieger is and always has been. He may talk of being a fighter, a person who is always counted down upon, but that’s only because he lets himself be counted down on. He’s such a body of disappointment that it leads one to think the effort he puts into just hoisting his ass into the ring is effort best served in putting a fucking shotgun in and firing. A man not worth the effort, not worth the dignity of even this response and yet I give it to him because I’m humble like that. I’m the only humble man Krieger is going to meet and it’s best he meets someone soon because. After this match he’s going to lose whatever sense of meaning he had, and it’s going to be no one’s fault but his own. A walking welcome mat for OWA to scape the dirt and grime off and he’ll allow it. So it shouldn’t be a fucking problem or a shock to see that’s he’s going to allow me to embarrass him, that’s he’s going to allow himself to be put in this position again for all the world to see and be embarrassed as quickly.

And he’s gonna have to live with it too. The embarrassment that is Krieger, a man dejected from the fate he put himself in because he can’t get enough of the self-imposed exile into irrelevance. I would pity the man if there was a man worth pitying. Is this THE Match OWA wanted to put on? Is this really the best Option to showcase? A man who is going to get mind, body, and soul crushed on that mat while the world scrambles to look away. It’s a damn shame that I’m relegated to be this person for Krieger, because if anything the merciful thing for him would be for him to go into his house, shrivel up, and just fade. Because the man Krieger thinks he is, the man he put himself on the pedestal in front of GOD and ALL OF US, is not the man we’re going to see. We’re going to see a shell, a burden, just a shadow of what is to expect and this match is not going to be a fun thing to watch. Hell as his opponent, it’s not going to be a fun thing to participate in. Because of everyone I have to face, of everyone I have FACED, Krieger is already turning sour to me. I had such hope, I had such an idea that this was going to be something good, but it’s not. It’s going to be another match, another person, and another notch in my victory box. But for Krieger, it may very well be his last, because I know after this Sunday, no man is ever going to handle the embarrassment Krieger is about to experience. And for that Krieger, I pity you.

'Don' Hendrix and DT The Ruler have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos July 11th 2023, 11:18 pm by **Noah Krieger**

KINGDOM— PROMO #1 | DISRESPECTFUL FUCK.

One of the most difficult aspects of life is realizing that the past never truly dies, but instead only affects the future you intend to live — and that’s the current story.

In the attempt to ensure my ticket to this year’s Final Destination isn’t revoked, that traveling en-route to the grandest show of the calendar year, my past has continued to attempt to stop this vision. However, while some pieces of my past may still remain in-tact, and the failures that come along with it, I refuse to allow them to impact my future within this promotion as well. I’m not a man derived from pure ignorance, I’m well aware that these past events may remain in the minds of those around me for the foreseeable future, but there’s no benefit in reminiscing about these unfortunate setbacks, but instead to look towards the future, where change burns the brightest. In case anyone might’ve forgot, I’ve been able to alter many individual’s perspective, simply by doing what I’ve claimed to be the absolute best at, what I believe I was put on this planet to continue doing — and that’s professional fuckin’ wrestling. It isn’t any coincidence that I have the distinct honor to wear this prestigious championship belt around my waist every single week, it isn’t because luck has miraculously joined forces with me, but rather that I’ve earned it.

This isn’t luck on my part, I’ve proven myself time and time again.

If there are still those who refuse to accept this, that would rather doubt my abilities in the sport that I’ve dedicated my life to, feel free to do so, but those who have done so have one thing in common — they’ve been humbled by the one competitor who relentlessly cares. I’m able to proudly proclaim myself as the owner of this championship, mainly due to proving that no matter which angle you look at it from, my career wouldn’t be tarnished by the likes of [/i]Chad Ecclestone.[/i] No matter the confidence that he’d been able to muster throughout his time at the top of this talented division, nor the negative inflictions that he intentionally planted within my mind, failure isn’t what people seem to speak about nowadays, and that’s because I refused to allow them to be able to, the desire to overcome my past for a second time superseded any negative thought of defeat. Y’see, my own perspective of the world is to be known as the very best in this profession, and sending the individual that once ruled this division with an iron-fist out of it, simply was a step in the right direction.

Nonetheless, the world doesn’t magically pause once one redeemable victory has been accomplished, and instead, it only continues to roll on, which I can clearly speak from past experiences. For what feels like an eternity, the self-proclaimed “Spartan’s King” has been a thorn in my side, attempting to put my career on hold on numerous occasions, keeping me from being titled as a champion, not once, but TWICE — which only speaks volumes on the subject. Beginning my OWA tenure with a defeat to one of the promotion’s most iconic figures might not haunt anyone else’s mind, but it did for mine, and it only continued to do so once he kept me from fulfilling my dream, which was to headline Final Destination V with the richest prize of them all. With this all being out in the open, it only seemed a matter of time until we’d meet within the squared circle once more, and when we did, there wasn’t a damn chance that I was leaving without securing this division as my own, and finally proving my worth against you. After all of this time, I’ve successfully done so, I’ve redeemed myself, but yet the past still looms in the darkness.

In an ideal world, this would simply be about another failure, but it’s deeper than that.

From the start of my tenure with this promotion, I’ve watched you from afar, Raivo, always taking you as a competitor with unlimited potential, never mistaking you for a sidekick. You might believe that foolishness lives within all of our minds, but in managing to see past what a majority seemed destined to ignore, I’ve noticed that you need to be recognized as your own entity, and the success that you’ve acquired can’t be denied, not by me, and not by anyone else. However, the thing about solidifying yourself above the rest, to ensure that your proclamations are met with the utmost respect, it’s to understand that blame can no longer be pushed onto another individual, your own actions will be met with justified consequences, ones that can only be made selectively by you, and therefore solved in the same manner. Throughout my own journey, I’ve chosen to take each path with this particular philosophy in mind, no matter the obstacles that stood directly ahead, nor the failures that seemingly occurred from these attempts — but I’ve never forgotten what I represent. Not once.

So you can continue to claim that when you step inside of the squared circle, For The Minorities is expected to look like a joint project, but I’d be lying if I chose to blindly agree to this sentiment. While DT has proven that this sport is all he cares for, at this moment, the same can’t be said for you, as he proudly wears this promotion’s most sought after prize, you’re attempting to find a similar path by sending a message to a competitor who embodies the significance of this profession — and that’s undying fighting spirit. Some of us are simply programmed to fight with every ounce of energy we can muster, until our bodies physically can’t any longer, but that isn’t something you’re capable of, and I’ve seen your inability to attempt such an act before. In the very event that you’re attempting to headline among the stars, failure loomed almost a calendar year ago, where you lost sight of retaining the OWA Spartan’s Championship, but instead allowed it to fall into the hands of the devil. Whether or not people believe me, my own failures never originated from a lack of care, my desire to claim success hasn’t been put into question, but the same can’t be said for you, can it?

The world is watching as DT currently makes history, accomplishing what many deemed impossible, an incomparable path of destruction, but you’re at the opposite end of the spectrum. For this entire season, you’ve relied on the resources that relentlessly surrounded you, and in this case, that has always been your partner, and now you feel the need to return to a path of singles success, at my expense. Y’see, you can proclaim to be a bonafide unit all that you desire, but this upcoming bout isn’t scheduled against the two of you, but rather just you, Raivo. Up to this point in time, I’ve tried to be patient, to be fair to an individual whose talents are of remarkable value, but that doesn’t excuse the consistent disrespect that you’ve portrayed thus far — and this isn’t the first time, either. You claim that you’re not aware of my stature, and furthermore, degrading my accomplishments by proclaiming that my success doesn’t correlate to the immense amount of work I’ve put in, you can pretend to have forgotten exactly who I might be, but allow me to refresh your memory.

I’m the fuckin’ best professional wrestler in the world, and that isn’t a coincidence.

I’ve shed my own blood, sweat, and tears within this squared circle more than I can seemingly keep track of, and it wasn’t to be forgotten, not to be continuously disrespected, and it sure as hell wasn’t to be made a mockery of in the process. If you desire to play the fool’s game, than that’s your choice, but allow me to remind you that I’m not the competitor who allowed you to become a champion within your first two matches in this promotion, I’m not any other name that you may recall within your mind, I’m a champion — one who won’t be sent to the sidelines by the likes of you. This prestigious championship belt won’t be disrespected by you for a second time, and I may only be a prelude to what you deem inevitable at Burning Spirit, but in no way will I be defined as fodder. This isn’t an opportunity for me to escape the shadow of anybody else in question, and that’s mainly due to the fact that I’ve ensured that this isn’t the case — I’m in a position of independence. You might be too ignorant to realize this, but while you were ruling the tag team division with someone to keep afloat while doing so, I’ve been spending every single waking moment honing my skills, crafting the best form of myself, so that being forgotten simply isn’t an option. So if you believe that your ignorant proclamations are going to send me into a downward spiral, or for it to doubt my abilities, you’d be sorely mistaken. And it wouldn’t be the first time.

You’ve chosen the wrong side of a life-changing battle once before, and now you’re failing to your own foolish ignorance, I don’t have anything to prove to you.

With the intention of indicating full transparency between the two of us, the amount of motivation that you currently hold close to you isn’t any of my concern, I’ve been in this position before. Feel free to look past me in your journey to chasing monumental success, many have attempted to do this before, you’re not the first classless act, and you damn sure won’t be the last. However, do you know the similarity that all those individuals before you seemingly share? They were all put behind me, no longer the threats that they claimed to be, at least not when our eyes have met, and the same storytale will eventually become your undeniable fate, and that’s completely on you. So do me a favor and don’t threaten me, this might only be perceived as a roadblock by you, only desiring to take a leap of faith at Burning Spirit, but you aren’t sharing the squared circle with just another competitor… NO!] I’m protecting my division, preparing to sacrifice my very well-being for the opportunity to showcase the value of this championship where we all dream of making it to — so no, I don’t need you, but I do desire to humble you.

The disrespect that you’ve shown me is something that I’m not surprised to be a current witness to, because since you seem to not recall, you’ve been a problem for me before. You’ve shown your true colors in the midst of darkness before, most specifically in your attempts to keep one Micheal Bishop away from this world — but you failed. I’ve aided in your demise once before, and you clearly haven’t been taught any measure of respect since then, so now there’s no assistance in the matter, I’m going to put you to rest all on my own, not because I feel it’s a necessity, but rather because you don’t deserve to to be in the position you currently find yourself in, especially with how your current ignorance is leading your actions/ If you truly believe that this upcoming bout is beneath you, then you don’t deserve the opportunity to lead this promotion into the future, and there’s quite a chance that you’ll drown instead, and that’s not something I can allow to occur.

The competitor that you deem worthy of your time, I’ve overcome him twice, with both times being in an important position in both of our respective careers, so if you don’t believe that you can be in a similar position, I’d rethink your stance quickly. There’s a reason I’m a champion, and it surely isn’t because I’m fodder, and you’ll find that out soon enough.

'Don' Hendrix and DT The Ruler have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos July 10th 2023, 3:12 am by **Raivo**

Sidekick? Assistant? Another word that is a synonym to derive that I am what, Lesser than my associate DT? What more can these assholes throw at me that the world don’t try and do on a daily basis? And like I get it, I’ve done this sort of thing before. Call someone else lesser compared to their partner because it grows dissent, grows conflict and let’s them start to think like they do. And it’s nothing new to me as a minority either. Because that’s what every one of these crackers and crackheads like to do they like to cause an infighting of minorities to help bolster they own confidence. Because ain’t no one get more scared than a white man when a minority gets their due. It started with the formation of FTM, me and DT taking the tag titles for ourselves, Diantha winning the OWA Women’s Championship, and now DT winning the OWA World Championship. We’ve had more and more accolades than most of these people who want to bring us down, and now that we’re getting close to calling our own shots, our own fucking destiny in this company it makes em scared. Because they never had that power, they never had that gumption to take what they was given and take the reigns, they ain’t had the balls to do any of it. And now that For the Minorities is holding onto two of the most powerful titles in this company, oh they feel something changing. And I don’t know bout any of you all but I can feel that fear resonating from every single word they wanna say. They make arguments, they run around in circles, vomiting the same regurgitated shit over and over again just because they think it makes them look smart, makes them more solid than the supposed cracks in For the Minorities they think they see. And it’s funny, very hilarious that we always make it back to this same contrived theory and idea. I mean it’s hard to count how many times people have made the argument that DT is going to break off from For the Minorities, that Raivo don’t play well with others when he ain’t in the spotlight, that when one succeeds the others work to backstab later down the line. I ain’t gonna say it’s getting annoying, but I am going to say that it’s getting tired. And I don’t understand how they can keep saying the same thing over and over again. But I mean if that’s how they think they’re gonna win a title, or how they’re going to make it big then let them. For the Minorities do not care for others tryna make it big off our names, because we’ve always knocked them down and made them think twice about that fact.

I mean and it’s hilarious now because that’s all it’s going to be from now on as DT holds the title and this is one of those things I know everyone mad as hell cause of it too. DT is essentially the gatekeeper to the final chapter of so many people. He's the end all be all of them, and by that extension so is For the Minorities, because we all roll as one unit. And with all the enemies we made, all the people we’ve rubbed the wrong way, you can tell they hate that notion. They hate having to step through another hoop that has our names on it because now if they can’t make it what’s next for them? I mean that goes out to all of the people who walked into that ring last Kingdom. What does that mean for you? Chris, what does it mean to finish you redemption arc only to once again have to face For the Minorities instead of some schmuck who would roll over and let you poke and prod him. Arata, what’s it mean to have For the Minorities be the people in the way of redeeming your family name? A name that has partnered with For the Minorities before and flourished in a way that you think is damning and damaging all the same. And Chad, I meant what I said when I said you act like a wrestler, an average joke of one at that. I mean how long was your stunt double in that match? How long was he there, did you two switch at any point or did he do all your work? Hell if you came in just at the final minutes while he did all the work, then I don’t know why he ain’t in this conversation because he sure as hell deserves it more than you. You all have For the Minorities as final bosses, the final hurdle to fulfilling your fucking New Year’s Resolution that you made all those months ago. And that must hurt because after all this time, all this throwing us under the bus and sweeping us under the table as nothing but nuisances, we now are the key to writing that final chapter in your books. Look at us haha, y’all gave us not one second look and now we’re more important to how you define yourselves more than ever. Ain’t that a bitch, but hey I’ve always wanted to be a sort of spoiler for people and this is a chance to play that. Because let me tell you, ain’t no way you wanna look at it, it all boils down to three letters F..T..M.

And speaking of playing spoiler not only do DT get a chance to show that he’s gonna be the most dominant OWA champion in history of this godforsaken company, but I get to show Chad, the world, and this fucker named Noah, why the next up is always gonna be Raivo. Because, Noah you got the most unfortunate task of facing THE amazing specimen of wrestling this world has to offer. You get to face THE Authentic, the problem that OWA has been having for a year running now. And Noah let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart so you can go into this knowing it. I can’t put any of your accolades on a map to save my life. Were you the sludge that had the Outlaw Title basically crafted to his liking because he was sucking off Jeff, Chris, and Bishop at the same time? Were you the bitch I beat for the Spartan Championship after only having two matches at that point? Or are you the other Noah, the one I honestly could not tell you the history of either. Because you Noahs are all the same. Pasty ass white boys who have the same sort of thread they all made from. Bootleg copies of Darkane, with a little influence of Jeff X, and the mediocrity of El Landerson. That’s how I see all you three Noahs, and the fact I can’t remember who you are Krieger, I can just tell you, I’m finding little and little more to give a shit as time progresses. Because I ain’t focused on you, I ain’t wanna be focused on fucking fodder while I get ready for my match against Chad. I ain’t wanna be focused on a copy/paste while I imagine how the match me and DT gonna have is going to make it into the history. You mean nothing to me, and I know you gonna say something of the effect that I don’t mean anything to you, but that’s just it. You are gonna repeat the same things that the Frontline has said, that Arata has said, that Thottyssey has said, and you’re gonna feel like you did something. You’re gonna feel like you did the fucking thing no one else has done. And I’m just gonna be hear to remind you that someone else did it, someone else did and did it even better than what you’re even capable of doing. Krieger, I don’t want to be in this match with you. I don’t I find it beneath me and beneath a #1 contender for the fucking World Title. But I guess they wanted to give you something cause you did have a run in the Clash. Who you eliminated I’ll have to look at the sheet again, but I just know it wasn’t nothing cause I was in the ring. No one was a thing when I was in that ring as all eyes were on me.

Oh that actually made me realize something. Is that why you accepted this match? You wanted all eyes because this would be your chance right? This would be Krieger’s chance to get out of the shadow’s the other Noah’s made, to get out of the performance of HIS lifetime that he will never have ever again. That’s it isn’t it. Hell the sooner you admit that to me, the sooner we can start doing that for you. I mean I am nothing if not a stand-up guy, I like helping unknowns get the recognition they deserve, as long as they know that it ain’t gonna last after the bell anyways. For whatever reason, even if not for this reason that I know it definitely is for, I just know this Krieger, this match isn’t going to be fun. And I hate that, it’s going to be so fucking boring to me. I’m not gonna have fun, I ain’t gonna be fighting on my level, I can’t believe I have to stoop to fucking Landerson’s level just because Oasis is too busy tryna make American Omega Again or whatever his slogan is. You are a washed white boy with nothing to offer me. There is no motivation, there is nothing to make me want to continue working other than the fact I get to shit down Chad’s throat after this match. And honestly I don’t know what’s more degrading for you. The fact that you’re just a pitstop, or the fact that after this match and after I win, I’m gonna forget you ever existed again. It’s like what Schrodenger’s Krieger, he’s both there and not, both abjuration and not. He’s just that, There. And the most boring There is to be at that. I don’t want to continue making conversation with you but I will just for the sake of you because I know you need it. You need the motivation passed “black man bad” because you finally need that cro-magnon brain to start spinning to start working before the lights go out once again leaving it in the dark. So I will continue and tell you my game plan, because I know planning is such a hard point for you to do. I am going to come in that ring, hit you with a bicycle knee, then my Mickey Finn, and then you’re gonna find out why I’m such a Problem. And not because I’m self-proclaimed Problem, not because I like to make myself a problem, but because I am without fail or explanation an obstacle people have a hard time overcoming. Even those who are prepared always fucking fail to get over Raivo both in the sense of overcoming me but also getting over the fact that I exist. I am perpetual thorn in everyone’s side and I don’t care how many people I keep being a thorn in because they’re always gonna be thinking about Raivo. They’re always going to be thinking about how I became their problem, about how I became a fucking tumor in their head that ain’t going away no matter how many times they try. And Krieger, I may not have been a problem to you yet, but god dammit I’m gonna make you believe it’s been a blessing that I have yet to be your problem. Because you are not an obstacle to me, you’re just there, and that already makes me want to be done with this. This ain’t fun to me no more.

'Don' Hendrix and DT The Ruler have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 30th 2023, 11:59 pm by **Mav.**

I never took you for being the world's biggest faggot but in the final minutes of pride month, here we are.

I couldn't believe it when I looked and saw you spoke twice about me, you went out of your way with no response whatsoever and cooked up a little something because of what, Noah? Did fear finally kick in for you? The trauma of being beaten so badly, did it hurt your inflated ego enough for you to do that? I mean, you were right about one thing, I was always behind you when you were at your most successful, but did you think that made me feel sorry for you in the slightest? Did you actually think that I felt some form of sympathy for you?

No, I didn't.

But, if you feel as if your reign was that close to coming to an end even without me speaking a single word about you – then I worry for the next bastard that may come through and try to take it all away from you. You’re not as strong as you might seem, you’re not as talented as some might tell you that you are, you’re not as gifted as you believe in yourself. So, have fun with the Spartan Championship, Noah. I wish you the best of luck.

But, then again– your best could never outweigh me at half the strength.

So, let’s finish this, Noah.

Together.

Re: OWA Promos June 30th 2023, 11:52 pm by **Mav.**

❝ FEEL NOTHING. ❞
KINGDOM: CHAMPIONSHIP SUNDAY #001 \\ OWA SPARTAN CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH.

We’ve been in this situation before, Noah.

I feel as if there’s no need for explanations or anything like that but I’m aware of how little your mind is able to uphold strong information, so I’ll begin to break it down for you as easily as I could. See, when I had died and became a rotting corpse, I thought that would’ve been it for me. I thought from there, I finally found the climatic ending that I needed to see me out of this world finally. Having seen what this world had come to, I thought that was the best thing that could’ve ever happened to me.

The world, however, had opened up whole and came with it as a new lease of life for myself. A new lease of life that I should’ve taken for granted and just moved on from all of this, at least that’s what many were expecting of me to do once word had gotten out that I was alive and well once more. The more that it all came together, everyone demanded me to just move on from this whole sport and never come back, never be seen again, never appear anywhere unless I’m sure I am healthy once again and I am well enough to fight. I could’ve listened to them, I really could’ve, but I didn’t want to because something inside of my head dragged me to here, leading me to here, and now? The only thing that I insist on making sure happens is answers being given to me.

That’s how the return to the Clash happened, that’s how I entered the match and came back into being in the top ten of the match, because even when I’m at my worst? It’s the peak for many that dare to even make that attempt. I outlasted many, eliminated many at the same time, but you happened to show up. You eliminated me, hell, tried to kill me and put me back in the grave for the second time in just a few months. It would be a very simple understatement to say that I’m shocked by the actions that you took in order for me to fall six feet deep. I’m shocked by the manner that you proposed to yourself, believing that maybe you’ve done the right thing, killed the freak that wouldn’t stay dead but I don’t see heroism in you because of that.

No matter how you may look at it, you tried to end a man’s life.

Are you really the good man you portray yourself to be?

The way that I saw it, Noah? I have a hard time ever believing a single word that escapes out of your mouth. After all, I never really wanted this match to happen but someone made the call, someone said that this would become of importance, and the only reason for why this might ever happen is because of you. Had you spent most of your time not consistently reflecting on me, on the damage that I had done to you all of those months ago, and on the impact that I left on your pathetic, miserable career? Well, we wouldn’t be here, would we? Whilst I’m sure you’ve got the excuses that would come out of your mouth are loud, obnoxious, and strongly false? I think you and I both know that it was a destiny to find ourselves here once and for all, am I right? I heard you throughout the whole build up to the Clash and I thought that it was disgusting how much of a meat rider that you have become for me. I thought it was bad simply starting off talking about me, I thought that it was enough just going off on me even though I had done nothing to you in months, but you’re so scared of what came onto you beforehand that you were afraid it’ll happen again.

Dropping me on my head, however, wasn’t going to stop that from ever happening. You made it possible because you spoke about me three different times and had nothing to back yourself up with except for the fact that you were able to drop me on my head. Almost broke my neck. Almost made me become deceased once again. Almost put me back in that grave you must be so desperate to see me enter once again. There’s a lot of almost here, Noah. There’s a lot of possibilities to have been done if you just did it right. Though, we’ve known you to make a fumble of things you cherish dearly. And when you think about it, it’s not the first time you’ve tried to kill someone who wanted to take your title.

How did that go for you last time?

But, there it is. More proof of you not being the man you claim to be. You’re supposed to be Chicago’s Finest and yeah, I mentioned before how you were nothing of a man from Chicago if you couldn’t tell me exactly how those streets “bullied” you truly, but you made sure that you were becoming more of a Chicago Man Punk than ever before. You almost put Jeff behind the wheel of a speeding vehicle, you pushed your limits and wanted me to suffer through severe head trauma and brain damage, what’s next for you? Where’s your limit in all of this? After all, there’s got to be something in your head that’s telling you that you’re going too far, right? I mean, surely there’s something inside of that adolescent brain of yours that’s telling you that you’re doing something wrong — or does that all fall under the heroism act? Just because you thought that you were doing the right thing, does it help the point come across even more? Maybe you need to begin listening to yourself closely more often, take a moment to sit back and realize that you’ve done more damage and danger than saving and heroism. People called me the Homelander of OWA but here you are, getting away with near murder and you get all of the cheers in the world.

Had I ever attempted murder at all? Had I pushed the limits and put many people’s lives on the line? Had I pushed myself too far to the point where I can’t defend myself anymore? Had I ever come close to such a violent act that there’s nothing that I could do to hide it from anyone? There’s nothing you can tell me that’s as dangerous, as sickening, as sadistic as what you secretly are and nobody wants to bat an eye because they want to see what you can do as the hero of the story. And that’s why I became The Real Hero at the end of the day because of people like you, because of what I saw you do, because of what I experienced you do, and it makes me disgusted that people are going to cheer you on when that match happens. It wasn’t just the big names that I was pointing out, no. You, Noah Krieger, were priority number one and the only one who got away with everything because you wanted to do one thing and one thing only: to ensure everyone that this promotion was safe from me.

It has been ten months since those words escaped out of your mouth and STILL there’s not been a single person – including you, of all people – who has made a close attempt on doing so, and the only one who was really close on doing that was a fucking part-timer that shows up whenever he’s stopped fighting in fucking Ukraine. You’ve not been able to do shit about me the whole time that I pushed myself further and further up until I got the one thing that I wanted: The OWA World Championship. No matter what, you will always be known to refer to me as a former OWA World Champion, despite how you might feel about my reign. And remember when people were calling YOU the future of this company? The future that the Kingdom brand needed? The future that this brand can look forward to? I never believed any of that bullshit and to this day, I still fucking don’t because you haven’t done the one thing to earn that right. You haven’t done one thing that gives you that moniker and that’s beating me. No matter how far down the chain I might fall, I am still anyone’s final boss. I am still the one hurdle so many could never get over. Michael Bishop, be damned in retirement, could never get one up on me. That’s a real Chicago’s Finest right there and look where he is right now, back at home taking care of his wife and daughter because he had NOTHING after I beat the fucking shit out of him for that World Championship.

The way that I see this, Noah, is simple. You’re a man who wants nothing more than to push the evil out when he’s already one step out the damn door. You’re a man who wants to end the suffering of so many and become the hero that saves the day. You’re a man who seeks validation from everyone around you, always finding ways to speak behind others backs and ask for their opinions, ask for their thoughts, see if you can share a kind word or two that disrespects your opponents because you, behind closed doors, find a confidence that you can’t share in public. No matter how you might walk into this, Noah? Nobody is supporting you, nobody has your back, nobody can ensure that you walk out of Kingdom as Spartan Champion because they already know there’s an inevitability that comes when Jason Long is challenging for the Spartan Championship. You want to take that bet that there isn’t? I can show you tournament win, defense after defense, return to form at the grandest stage, beating the shit out of you, and now, the summary of how you found yourself choking up another championship reign of yours.

Again, I didn’t ask for this to happen because the way that I see it? I wouldn’t care for the Spartan Championship anymore when there’s a much bigger prize on the horizon for me. I could’ve won it if it weren’t for you at the Clash but that doesn’t stop me entirely. Taking the championship from you is just an extra step on the way for me to be back where I belong. Taking the championship from you is just the reassurement of pure dominance that I’ve gotten over you because you can parade around as if eliminating me from the Clash is something to be proud of, you’ve never been able to beat me when it matters most and that’s where I hope you don’t find yourself at another low when it happens again. I wouldn’t want you to be one foot out the door when I take that belt from you because if you do? I’ll happily push you out and they won’t let you back in anymore.

You’ve got one job to make sure you can do something unthinkable. You’ve got one job on making sure that you can do what’s supposedly right and end everything right there and then. Because it’s very simple if you don’t. The exposure of your existence. The failure of your reign. The death of a career.

And to be frank with you, Noah? I have become numb to this. I will feel nothing from this because I do not share sympathy for an actual sociopath in hiding, and I will feel nothing when taking this championship from you and creating history as the first man to ever win this championship three times in a row.

Whereas you, however, will feel everything that will be inflicted onto you.

And you’ve got to live with that.

Re: OWA Promos June 30th 2023, 11:48 pm by **Noah Krieger**

KINGDOM— PROMO #2 | KNOCK YO DICK IN THE DIRT.

Only mere days away from a subsequent battle of redemption for one of Chicago’s Finest, and the honor of defending his proudly-worn championship, one would expect emotions to currently be running high. Nonetheless, this notion wouldn’t be one based on false information of any sorts, as the inevitable feeling of apprehensiveness eventually caught up to the current OWA Spartan’s Champion, who has waited for this moment in a patient manner for almost an entire calendar year, but that doesn’t mean that fear hasn’t struck his mind in that period of time — there’s too much history involved for such to not occur. It’s been months since the threat of his fiercest rival could be portrayed as an upcoming opposition, but on this given evening, he’s had to come to terms with this reality. No matter the sleepless nights that it’d inevitably entail, nor how deep the pit in his stomach eventually became, the feeling of petrified fear seemed like the only option.

…Not this time, many things have changed — including the champion.

The scene officially opens in one of the local fitness gyms within the Buffalo, New York area, where the camera shot rapidly entered the premises, and proceeded to pan over to the squared circle, where both the champion and his partner were currently locking horns , assumably preparing for his upcoming title bout, one that feels like quite the important task, at least in his own mindset. As they swiftly moved forward with their impromptu session, it could only be described as a back-and-forth encounter, as both of these individuals swung at one another with the intention of securing the victory — but one saw more in his direct sight, as the Chicago Native deemed it fit to step directly where his temporary opposition stood. Directly in the middle of the squared circle, as those two stood nose-to-nose from one another, sharing the same airspace for those few moments, Noah Krieger didn’t hesitate one bit, and proceeded to take this opportunity, and pummeled his opponent to the canvas. However, even with this first-time opportunity turning out to be a successful attempt, this led an emotional assault to be unleashed, as the champion continuously wailed on the aforementioned individual, until it became clear it needed to be put to a swift conclusion.

“Noah…you’ve got to stop NOW! Look at him, he’s not Jason.”

With these words presented to him in such trepidation within their voice, it urged Noah to look up from his rattling state, and truly comprehend what had occurred only a matter of seconds ago. With a tear rolling down from his eyelid, which slowly rolled down his left cheek, he looked back at the damage that he’d caused within the ring, before hesitantly exiting the area, clearly needing some time to cool off. Fear might not be the emotion that attracts his own vulnerabilities any longer, but with what only just seemingly occurred, it’s still clear as day that avenging this particular loss is all that seems to matter, and until that comes to fruition, there’s no telling where this passion could lead him to. Many would be inclined to admit these are not the actions of a prideful competitor, but one might claim that they are of an individual that desires to prove that he’s more than one failure.

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This sport has always been special to me, and every single day it becomes more clear to me, but that all seems to not have minimal relevance when you’ve voluntarily entered the fold.

I might’ve not grown up dreaming of being part of this world, my childhood wasn’t reflective of my experiences watching this industry from afar, desiring to one day escape my wicked life, and officially turn it all around with a single opportunity. However, don’t mistake this for any line of weakness, vulnerabilities don’t exist from the struggles you’ve yet to face, but rather the ones you’ve voluntarily chosen to accept. Even in the earliest sections of life, it was made crystal clear that the life I desired to lead wouldn’t be met without choosing the road to travel on my own — and that’s a difficult lesson that I’ve been taught before, and one that won’t escape my memory easily. So if anyone believes that this road to my perceived destiny can be described as anything short of remarkable, simply due to finding my way to this profession by unequivocal adversity, rather than undeniable love. In escaping a world where the latter was once deemed impossible, I’ve managed to adapt to one and fill that void all on my own — which is what separates the two of us.

We both find ourselves intertwined within this sport, but only one of us truly loves it.

As I’ve said once before, our previous battle was contested under the assumption that this division was already seemingly under your full control, and the threat of a competitor pushing you to the sidelines wasn’t plausible, but why not? As the conclusion drew near by each passing second, that statement seemed to continuously lose value, and the empire that you swore to protect was incredibly close to crumbling down — and that was clearly on you. However, looking back on it for a moment, while I might’ve not been deemed ready on this particular occasion, the pride that I felt on this night never subsided. Even with a monumental defeat now showcased on my record, and the embarrassment that came with it — I still knew that I’d return to a similar position, and make an undeniable mark as a competitor. With this being said, not only did I do just that, but no longer do I find myself in the position of a challenger, but rather as the defending champion, and that’s the definition of love for this fuckin’ sport. My blood, sweat, and tears were all put forth each and every single time that I stepped inside of the squared circle, and it wasn’t to build an empire of my own, nor to fill an inflated ego, but rather to earn my place within this industry.

No matter the circumstances that led to my arrival, nor the duration that it took for me to find the path to the place I’m honored to call home, there isn’t a single second where I’d declare any ounce of regret for the choices that I’ve made along the way. Nonetheless, can you say the same with a straight face — can you pretend to care about the path that you’ve led? Come to think of it, this isn't difficult to answer in the slightest, as your entire tenure has been based on the intention of pretending that you deserve any of this. All of those accomplishments that will be remembered when you lace up those pair of boots for the final time, they will be tainted by your own actions, but that’s who you are. You’d rather venture out on a path of success by double crossing anyone who has meant anything to you, by taking any shortcut necessary, and if you can sleep peacefully at night, that’s where the true problem lies. There’s no saving yourself from the unredeemable actions that you’d repeat in a heartbeat if given the opportunity to do so, and that’s why I can’t allow you to represent this division ever again, especially not for an astounding third time.

A leopard doesn’t change his spots, and neither does Jason Long.

Those particular spots have led you to the promised land before, but as we’ve come to realize, it hasn’t kept you there, and it won’t help you return to the pinnacle of this promotion. You might’ve felt comfortable using variations of manipulation to plead your case, to aid you to a clear range of grander success, but no longer will I be played like a fool. As seen before, my emotions tend to get the better of me when the thought of losing something I care about is viable, but the thing that you seemingly fail to understand is that it isn’t viable, this isn’t any other fight, and when the battlefield is officially drawn, one thing will be for certain. I won’t need to rely on manipulation to ensure my progression to certified success, because unlike you, there isn’t a guarantee that these kinds of opportunities will come my way, let alone on a silver platter like this situation at hand. Which is why allowing a particular failure to occur for a second time in less than a calendar year isn’t acceptable, that isn’t an option for me.

Similar to how I lived my life on a daily basis up until this point, there hasn’t been a single second that I’ve overlooked the importance of this contest, and that’s because I can’t afford to. This isn’t just an opportunity to avenge the failure that continuously haunts me, it’s the chance to survive another day. You might take your life for granted, and in turn, forgotten where you’ve come from in the process, but as long as I have the privilege of being in possession of this championship, there’s a chance at hand to prove that my story won’t be put to rest by the same individual who attempted to do so once before. You’ve tarnished the lineage of this championship belt before, and not once has that been taken into account, no regrets, and certainly no apologies, which only further proves my point. While some are able to grow wiser as the years pass by, you’d rather adapt to who you’ve always been on the inside, and that’s a self-entitled, selfish, psychopath. And if you think that I’m going to sit idly by, and watch as you infect this division from head-to-toe for a third time, then you’re more ignorant than you’ve already let on in the first place, and that’s the undeniable truth.

You’re not fooling anyone, least of all me.

So you want to come into my territory, to take all that I’ve accomplished, simply because you’ve failed to remain relevant, shit, be my guest. However,this won’t be an easy task, this isn’t like last time when you were aware of my weaknesses and proceeded to exploit them, we’re far past all of that. I’ve lost my fair share of battles, suffered more than most, found each setback to be more difficult than the last, but I’m still standing with a grin on my face, and a pulse that won’t stop beating, and let me tell you straight, a Krieger doesn’t die. I’ve survived long enough to say this with success by my side, and even though that might currently not be on your side, that doesn’t automatically lead to you taking my spot. You can continue to submit when it matters the most, and giving up those dreams that once was all you could think about might be acceptable to you, but here’s the thing; I ain’t goin’ out like that. For the past ten or so months, all that has crossed my mind, all I’ve dreamt of is kicking your dick in the dirt, and that’s exactly what I’ll do.

Remember, this is on you. After all that we’ve been through, it’s quite obvious that you’ve asked for this, and with you attempting to rip the opportunity to seal my one-way ticket to Final Destination away from me, what other choice do I have?

Well here’s the truth, I don’t have a choice, and after this weekend, I’ll be able to sleep once again. This is the final chapter of our story, and I won’t be coming out on the losing side of this exchange, not when the world is relying on me again.

Re: OWA Promos June 30th 2023, 11:12 pm by **Chad Ecclestone**

SEASON FIVE - EPISODE THIRTEEN POINT TWO
PUBLIC SERVICE DENOUNCEMENT

The world’s premier streaming service, Chadflix, hits an algorithm determined ad break. Instead of the award-winning original programming, the viewer is obligated to sit through a trailer for the upcoming smash hit made-for-streaming movie. It starts on a black screen, before the voice of Hollywood Narration Guy speaks:

“This summer…”

A series of clips showing actors vaguely resembling famous Omega Wrestling Alliance stars, acting out some of the more iconic moments in recent Odyssey history.

“A tale of success…”

We’re shown a familiar blonde with exceptional breasts portraying one of the brand’s declining talents, as she raises the Undisputed Women’s Championship above her head following her victory in the Promethean Chamber.

STARRING CHASTITY ECCLESTONE AS FELIX HARTLEY

“A tale of love…”

The star of the show is shown backstage violently making out with a gruff, grizzled older man.

BILLY BOB THORNTON AS JEFF X

“A tale of defeat…”

The trailer cuts back to Chastity-as-Felix still holding the Women’s World Championship aloft… until she’s assaulted by a new arrival: the Ascension to the Heaven’s Briefcase Holder, Diantha Rosso.

VIOLA DAVIS AS DIANTHA ROSSO

“A tale… of betrayal…”

Backstage after the Clash of the Titans, a dopey-eyed young woman is attempting to comfort Felix after her disappointing performance, when suddenly she snaps, kicking the other woman in the stomach and devastating her with a Canadian Destroyer.

WITH SPECIAL GUEST BILLIE EILISH AS REBECCA FILTH

Felix looks down at her fallen friend, sneering with disgust as the scene begins to fade to black, leaving only the soothing tones of the narrator to close out the advertisement.

“Join us on Sunday, July 2nd for the world premier of ‘Broken Barbie: A Felix Hartley Story’, right here on Chadflix.”

The commercial ends, but instead of returning to the show we are instead shown Chad Ecclestone relaxing in a pristine room, presumably in one of his many homes. Sitting in a white leather chair, his eyes are on a massive television that is showing the ending of the previous advertisement. Once it finishes, he turns to face the camera, as the screen in the background cuts to a series of clips taken from his life: personal moments, professional triumphs, and his selfless charity work, all in equal portions.

“Wow. Fantastic. Now that’s what I call ‘Must See TV’, not whatever rehashed, nostalgia-bait shit they’re peddling over on Disney+ or…”

He visibly shudders at the thought.

"Hulu. But the less said about those lesser content factories, the better, am I right? I mean, Secret Invasion? A King of the Hill remake? Who the hell cares about that trash?”

He gets up out of the chair and begins to stroll down an adjoining hallway, in no real hurry as he continues to speak directly to the audience at home.

“Now, I think it’s time to get serious for a moment. To make a public service announcement, if you will. Or, more accurately, a denouncement.

You, my loyal viewers, know how much we like to have fun here at Chadflix. We come together, tell a few jokes, ruffle a few feathers… oh, sure, maybe we hurt someone’s feelings every now and then, or make the odd off-color statement against an entire protected class of people. But it’s all for the sake of amusing you fine folks at home. Because that’s what I am. It’s what I was born to be. I never had a choice to be anything other than what I am now: the greatest entertainer alive or, for that matter, to have ever lived at any point in human history, recorded or otherwise.

And you understand that, don’t you? You understand how valuable this streaming content service is, how important and faultless I am as an individual, as the one man who can consistently take you out of your own pathetic lives and make you dream of a better world, a better existence. I show all the little children being born out there in the ruins and ghettos of modern America that there’s a better life waiting for a very, very small – miniscule, even – portion of them. Those with talent. Those with natural ability. Those with a perfectly formed facial structure and top-notch genetics. Those who are over six feet tall and relentlessly handsome. Those with a moderately wealthy family able to provide them with connections to the film industry.

If there’s one thing you can say about me, Chad Ecclestone, it’s this: I’m for the people. A champion of the common man. Some might even say... a hero.

Now, you might be wondering, isn’t this too much weight for one man to shoulder alone? Won’t the collective incompetence and poverty of middle-class America finally cause the human titan to buckle under its pressure?

Well, you’d be wrong, idiot. Because I’m not a man. I’m not even a titan. I’m something greater. Something better. Something stronger, tougher, and assorted other adjectives. I’m Chad Ecclestone, God of Hollywood. There’s no task I can’t handle, no struggles that I will not persevere through, no force on earth or in heaven that can stop me in my quest to entertain the filthy, unwashed masses!

Rex Maddox, your lowbrow brutishness and decidedly unaesthetic… well, everything… that all has its place in the backyard feds of some shithole like North Carolina. Not in the Omega Wrestling Alliance. Just because you managed to beat up an old MILF like Aria, or get a few lucky swings with your baseball bat on some of the other fools in the Clash, doesn’t mean a damn thing to me. I go out there and perform on a level above the physical, buddy. I’m a mastermind who makes moves in that ring that leave my opposition bamboozled and hoodwinked for the rest of their days.

Surely you’re not stupid enough to already forget that finesse I pulled during the Clash, with the assistance of my rarely-used but much-loved stuntman, Mitch Weinstein. You’ve got to admit that was one of the slickest moves in the history of the sport, or any sport. I hear those retards back at the OWA head office are still going over the tapes, trying to figure out exactly when we made the switch. Well, keep looking, fuckos! Because I’m a professional when it comes to movie magic, and stunning, confusing and bedazzling the lower classes is my god damned job.

That includes you, Rex, in case you couldn’t put two and two together. Oh, sure, you might have a chance against some buffoon like Chris Sabretooth, but I’m just built different. I work smart, and I work hard. When you’re just waking up out of a crippling hangover at one o’clock in the afternoon, I’ve already got my daily two hours high intensity workout done, my state-of-the-art anti-aging skin rejuvenation treatment completed, banged my elite, blonde, big-booba wife several times, and made a couple million in residuals to boot!

Look, I get that all these multiple syllable words are probably very confusing for you. You’ve got that Jeff X education, no doubt. And I don’t hold that against you. Not everyone was blessed enough to be born in the greatest state in this fucking country, California. Not everyone had loving parents who cared so much that they dwelled for years in the amateur pornography directing business just to provide their kids a chance at a better life. Not everyone was destined to be someone, from the moment they were brought into this world.”

Chad’s seemingly aimless wandering finally brings us to his intended destination: a large auditorium containing a series of priceless works of art. All featuring himself, of course. On a massive canvas hanging on a nearby wall is an oil painting of him holding his hard-earned Academy Award over his head, as he rests the bottom of a boot on the fallen bodies of John Travolta, Al Pacino, Robert de Niro and Martin Scorsese. There’s a rudimentary, Indigenous-style piece done with ash and dirt on a dried, leathery hide, showing a stick figure of Chad Ecclestone chasing a herd of buffalo across the plain. Countless different works hang here, all commissioned by the man with the biggest ego this side of Tom Cruise. But he walks by all of them without a second glance, eyes remaining fixed on the camera in front of him.

“Just because I was, that’s no excuse to hate on me. Try taking a long hard look at yourself, what you can do to improve your own pathetic existence, rather than wasting all your effort in tearing down a monument to excellence like myself. And anyway, believe me when I tell you that you could spend the rest of your miserable life trying to rain on my parade, and it won’t make a lick of difference. And it’s not because of my vast collection of expensive designer umbrellas. I’m speaking metaphorically.”

Finally, his long path comes to a stop in front of a large figure covered in a white cloth.

“But don’t take my word for it. It’ll become perfectly clear to you after the brief, one-sided beatdown I plan on delivering to you that we’re simply on different levels. You trying to defeat me is like when that little bitch Moses tried to screw with the Pharaoh in ancient Egypt.”

Someone off-screen mumbles something, as Chad breaks eye contact with the viewer for the first time to glance in that direction.

“What? You’re kidding me. No, I’d never heard anything about any great plagues… wow, he parted the Red Sea, too? Crazy shit. Wild.”

Shaking his head and turning back to the camera, Chad brushes the mistake aside with a pearly white, perfectly straight smile.

“My bad. I wasn’t familiar with Moses’ game, so that was clearly a bad example. But you get the point, surely… and more importantly, I bet you can’t wait to get back to the quality programming here at Chadflix, so I promise to speed along to the end here.”

Chad grabs one end of the white cloth and pulls it back, revealing a newly-chiseled marble statue of the man himself, naked but for a fig leaf covering his groin as he holds aloft the severed stone head of Rex Maddox.

“Behold, the newest masterpiece to add to my collection of fine art. I don’t want to blow up my spot by telling you who carved this thing, but it cost me more than most of my ‘peers’ in the OWA make in a year. And I know, I know, it’s a bit violent for my tastes, but I have to admit that Rex’s words really inspired me. All that talk about blood and guts and gore got my creative juices flowing, and helping to design this statue didn’t really get it all out of system.

So, to every one of my adoring fans out there, to every naysaying, back-biting piece of garbage in the locker room, and… above all… to my opponent, Mr. Maddox, I promise that you will see a spectacle of viciousness and ferocity that you would hardly think possible from a man as well-dressed, well-groomed, and high class as yours truly.

That’s right, I’m sinking down to this motherfucker’s level on this one. No more remaining above the status quo of this godforsaken company, I’ve decided to descend from my golden throne in the Hollywood Hills and lower myself to the level of a Darkane, or a Lazarus Arjen. I might even put on a pair of frayed jeans and a stinky old leather jacket for this one, just to really get into the mood.

That’s method acting, bitch! Wooooooooo! Anyway, we now return you to the fine programming here on Chadflix. And I’m out!”

The public service announcement ends, returning the viewer to whatever show they had previously queued up.

DT The Ruler has spoken. It’s such good shit!

The Final Stop June 30th 2023, 10:41 pm by **El Landerson**

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[We see The Bit Luchador himself who is walking in towards the OWA arena landerson is holding hands with his wife Angie while Benito Molina is sitting down with The legendary landerson when speaking to him]

Benito Molina: landerson. how does it feel to face Brody. this Saturday on Olympus.

The Bit Luchador|landerson: Brody. hasn't fought me in the Olympus ring but I will face him one on one in a non title match cause when I face him man to man then maybe in the nearest future I can fight for Remington Ivory Prescott. for his OWA Immortal Heavyweight Championship on Final Destination.

Benito Molina: and it seems to me that your Daughter Aaliyah. will also will be in action this week when she faces Rebecca Brookes. on Odyssey at OWA.

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The Bit Luchador|landerson: my Daughter Aaliyah. will win her first match ever since she started on OWA she was on a losing streak I mean she's been in one on one and triple threat and fatal four way matches you know but I hope to pray that she wins her match tomorrow whens he takes out Rebecca Brookes. on Odyssey

Benito Molina: in what if you can't survive your match with Brody on Olympus.

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The Bit Luchador|landerson: trust me on this Benito. I will survive this match as long as I earn myself a shot for Remington Ivory Prescott Immortal Heavyweight Championship at Final Destination right when I settle in the ring with Brody. tomorrow night on Olympus at OWA network.

Benito Molina: can you even defeat Brody. this Saturday

The Bit Luchador|landerson: I mean as long as the match keeps going and whoever gets the win just win cause all I want is a win against Brody. so that way I can mop the floors with Remington Ivory Prescott. for his OWA Immortal Heavyweight Championship at Final Destination on OWA.

Benito Molina: is there anything you would like to say to Brody and Remington Ivory Prescott.

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The Bit Luchador|landerson: Brody. I will see you tomorrow at Olympus. and as for you Remington Ivory Prescott. you hold on to that Immortal Heavyweight Championship because I'm challenging you for your Championship at Final Destination and I'll even let you decide the stipulation you want for our match on Final Destination at OWA.

(landerson shakes hands with Benito Molina when he continues talking)

Benito Molina: thanks or the support landerson. and good luck tomorrow.

Benito Molina: we hope that landerson. can win his match when he steps foot back into the Olympus ring when he faces Brody. this week on Olympus.

[Camera fades when El and Angie landerson heads back to his locker room before Olympus begins tomorrow]

Re: OWA Promos June 30th 2023, 10:13 pm by **DampshawIIIఒ**

Reginald Dampshaw III stands in a luxurious suite at the Mark Hotel in New York City, the opulence of his surroundings reflecting his status and wealth. The suite boasts high ceilings, elegant furnishings, and floor-to-ceiling windows offering breathtaking views of the city skyline.

Reginald, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, paces back and forth, his mind consumed with thoughts of his upcoming business match on Olympus. He runs a hand through his hair, his brow furrowing as he contemplates the battle that lies ahead.

As he paces, Reginald's steps echo on the polished marble floor, filling the suite with the sound of a determined but anxious walk. His gaze drifts towards the King-size bed, where the OWA Icarus Championship lies, its polished surface gleaming under the light. The sight of the championship belt captures his attention, drawing him into a trance-like state.

“Yes, I know.” Reginald snips, his gaze still locked on the belt. “Of course I heard what Tatsuo said.”

Reginald’s demeanour then instantly changes, looking almost frightened as he still looks directly at the championship belt.

“I’m sorry.” Reginald quickly corrects himself. “I shouldn’t raise my voice at you. I should never talk back to you. Yes, I heard Tatsuo’s words. He really is so confident. He thinks he can make me ‘die faster?’ What a joke. He could never kill me. Even a holy warrior like him couldn’t end my existence. Could he pull one over on me and pin me? Sure. It’s not going to happen, but sure. But kill me? He really is a fool.”

Reginald's gaze remains fixed on the championship belt.

“He is right about one thing.” Reginald posits. “I am a cheater. I’ve proven I’ll do every nasty, wicked thing in the book to come out with a victory. That’s why I have you and he doesn’t.”

Reginald smiles an uneasy smile at the Icarus Championship and continues.

“You are so correct.” Reginald says to the belt. “He’s a naive fool. He thinks he can stomp out my sins? He has no earthly idea how many sins I have in my soul. He would die a thousand mortal deaths because he could even see half of them all. And he can evoke the name of Diyu. He can call it whatever he wants. Diyu. Asphodel. Hell. Whatever. I have danced with demons and stared into the abyss. I have become one with the darkness that lies beyond the mortal realm. Tatsuo would crumble under the weight of my sins, unable to comprehend the depths of depravity that reside within me."

Reginald's words hang in the air, a disturbing mixture of arrogance and derangement. He seems to derive an unsettling pleasure from his own wickedness.

“And there is no karma within me. No scales to balance. Karma is a concept for the weak. Karma is for people who do bad things yet still want to atone for them. I don’t want to atone. I like the terrible things I do.”

Reginald cracks a wicked smile and begins laughing loudly. It’s a haunting, haunted sound that fills the suite. His attention breaks from the Icarus Championship as he turns around, facing the wall of his hotel room.

“Everything is hilarious, isn’t it, Tatsuo?!?” Reginald yells, his voice almost breaking, his body trembling. “You’ll take nothing from me! You can see how vicious I am. You said it yourself. I can slaughter you, yes. Now you’re getting it. Yes, our battle will be glorious. It will be horrifying. It will be beautiful crimson. It will be worms of like platinum, into the thick thick toffee gold and silver.”

Suddenly, Reginald's laughter dies down, leaving behind a hollow silence. His body trembles, his eyes flickering with a mixture of euphoria and madness. He turns back to the Icarus Championship and Reginald's laughter fades, replaced by a sombre expression etched across his face. The fleeting moment of euphoria gives way to a disquieting melancholy that emanates from his very being. His eyes, once filled with a twisted delight, now reflect a profound sadness.

“There’s a part of me that also shares your sentiment about how you view me. There’s very few people who can understand what it’s like to transcend mortal boundaries. The two of us have seen things that others couldn’t even fathom. It would melt their feeble minds. We share that in common. But you’ve decided to try and take something irreplaceable to me. This championship isn’t simply some representation like you said. This is everything to me. No one is going to take this from me.”

Reginald's voice rises, a fierce determination seeping into his words.

“You seem to understand what power I hold.” Reginald says, his gaze intensifying, “But you have no idea what’s coming. When that bell rings, time is going to stop. Seconds will feel like hours. Minutes will feel like years. Your mind will not be able to handle it and you will crack. And that’s when I’ll truly strike. My grasp on the Icarus Championship is like a vice. I’m never letting go. Never ever. I just wish things could be different. But alas, you have to be another victim.”

A mix of anticipation and sadness flickers across Reginald's face, a conflicted expression frames him. Finally, Reginald reaches over to the Icarus Championship and puts it in his gear bag. Reginald then looks out the window overlooking New York City before leaving his hotel room.

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

Re: OWA Promos June 30th 2023, 8:14 pm by **DT The Ruler**

“The Monster You Remember”

(DT The Ruler is spotted in his private room at the Curtiss Hotel in Buffalo, New York. With no music playing, no cigar in hand, not even a wineglass, he stood at the window and looked at the outside, gathering his thoughts as the summer Sun hovered over the area. All that could be heard was the air conditioner at the time, and even then, the noise it made barely disrupted his thinking. The OWA World Championship he held in his hand while looking through that window, with a face more focused than even for Clash of the Titans)

I stand here, speaking to you all, though this time in a quieter setting, and I want everyone to clearly understand what I am going to do in the coming championship match, my first defense. YES, I said it: my FIRST defense, meaning that this will not be the only one. While all of you may see that I am placing the OWA World Championship on the line, for those who didn’t hear: this match is my revenge. This match is not just about jocking for position, going hold for hold for who knows the best escapes and can control the other man. This match is not going to be a mere test of skill on the mat or a sheer battle of wits. It will be a battle however, a battle that Mr. Stark will change his mind during. For him to truly experience any aspect of the man he saw many years ago, for him to want to see the fabled “Donovan T” of the past, all that had to happen was for a scenario like this to happen. And it is not even the championship being the main reason, though it does matter.

I’m not a man that takes requests seriously, as all men should move on their own accord and still achieve their goals to survive their environment and be respected. Those who constantly and needlessly oblige to the whims of others do not become anything close to what I am. But you have been wanting to see this mythical creature, this version of me that dominated in ways that ultimately burned into your psyche. I cannot perfectly replicate what I was, nor should I, and you recognize that, Mr. Stark. However, I will do you better and help you improve your understanding of a few things about The Ruler before our match since our past interactions were brief. In the past, Mr. Stark, the moment I know who I am facing, I go to the ring with the sole mission of breaking my opponent to pieces, down to the atom, first by giving them the exact same type of respectful warning I gave to you before celebrating my Championship win with my associates. The people I crossed, such as Austin Lonewolf and Ryan Edwards and Puerto Rican Pitbull and JGT: they didn’t know what they were in for. They did many things to try and stave off The Man The World Revolved Around, but there’s only so much low-vibrational men can do against a Ruler on a mission. Because no matter what games they attempted, I was mentally and physically prepared. And many of those instances had no titles on the line. I would just look from above, as I’m doing now in this hotel, measure how much greater I am than most men in existence, and have every one of my opponents analyzed and read to the T. Combat Style, Physical Ailments, Wins and Losses, Strengths and Weaknesses, and Fears: I went into every match knowing all those things. Are you prepared for that type of wrestler, the type that enters the ring knowing everything about you that matters, because that’s one thing I was and can easily be again.

And I have read up on you, Mr. Stark. I also vividly remember our past contest. I have seen your struggles. I understand your wrestling approach almost as well as you. I remember even the short-lived identity crisis that occurred after Final Destination 4. Those aspects of you are not even difficult to turn into weapons against you, Mr. Stark. But understanding my opponents isn’t the only aspect of The Ruler you should be concerned about. You see the “FTM DT” that you mentioned... still has a lot of the attributes of The Ruler you fantasize about. However, Mr. Stark: one of the reasons I can comfortably align myself with a man many of you look down upon and believe is holding me back, one reason I am able to join forces with a woman who once attempted to marginalize my efforts as a Wrestler is because I am adept at adaptation. Before returning, I understood I am no longer a young adult who feels like Wolverine when it comes to injuries, so I had to change my training regimen. I looked over the OWA environment after a while, and when I saw the chance to make an alliance with my own people, especially when seeing the many other groups, team-ups, stables, and co-ops running amuck, I took the chance. And my group is succeeding because we are doing what is necessary. Yes, WE. But as much as WE are working together against a lot of the garbage we’ve dealt with over time, Mr. Stark: on my own, I am very able to do what I did in the past. This environment unfortunately did not allow for me to do the one thing I was absolutely fine with doing: coming to the ring and outright destroying who was in front of me. But now, the chance to be anything close to that man is here. Are you prepared for that type of wrestler, the type that had to deviate from being what he is at his best... only to go back to that in this instance confidently?

(DT The Ruler took a deep breath and looked out the window again)

As much as I will be representing the members of For The Minorities, as much as I won’t be coming out to the ring to “Pavane” by Gabriel Faure, make no mistake that I am very much the Same Ol’ G. Time changes people in places, whether it taste in music, taste in women, or willingness to explore aspects of life they never would’ve as a stubborn youth. But understand, Mr. Stark: what I communicated to you prior to this... is very much The Monster You Remember. Nostalgia goggles muddle some details, but overall: I am very much the same. However, with more experience, more knowledge, and fully adept to this environment and what being part of it entails: are you prepared for a Ruler that is even stronger than what you remember?

Because despite the various perils I’ve experienced, despite the battles over the past year and how they have taken a toll on my physical being, understand that I am not only still here, but I am still walking as The Man with the belt to prove it. But I know you’re not 100% ready to fight The Ruler at his angriest and most focused because despite knowing how angry I am about what you did to my reputation, Mr. Stark, you still held onto this idea that us meeting again is just going to be normal competition.

No. No. No.

You need to bring two things.

For one, Mr. Stark, I want you to enter the ring as disrespectfully as you can. I want you to muster up any negative vibes about me. I want you to bring any and all hatred you could invoke into your spirit to Kingdom. And even before you make something up, gather reasons from other people to make sure that “power” feels authentic. I don’t care if it’s my actions with my FTM associates. I don’t care if it’s a rumor. Because if you don’t: I’m going to hurt you even worse than planned. The Ruler of the past didn’t care what your race, your creed, your nationality, or your age was. I beat people as if they were fighting without honor, and I did it repeatedly, because I look at them and remember all those times I was marginalized and insulted before I became my Highest Self. And you are expected to do similar.

The second thing you need to bring is Your Best. You say you feel good, despite what happened at The Clash, and that’s OK because even with that circumstance looming over you: you get a Title Match almost right away. And when I say “Your Best” is what you need to bring, that includes No Fear. Like many wrestlers I’ve faced in the past, they all started that way. They would unfortunately catch moments where I’d be conducting business and wrongfully assume I was doing things to invoke distress. No. The fear I invoke is progressive, it’s slow-developing, and it all happens once the bell rings. Doing so many moves that exert great amounts of energy, doing attacks that have the audience standing in amazement, using weapons that people didn’t even know were ringside... and to see that none of it works. High risk maneuvers, desperation attacks all out of nowhere... and I STILL WILL STAND. If you really want the DT that you remember to emerge like the Loch Ness monster, you better bring the two things I’m telling you to bring, Mr. Stark. Because as you hope that I am the savage that many other know is appearing again, the monster that once dominated over even those who other wrestlers saw as unbeatable, I AM NOT GOING INTO KINGDOM WITH LOW EXPECTATIONS. I don’t want the Stark that made a pattern of watching his opponents in Triple Threat contests decide the outcome without him. I am not interested in “Gaijin” Stark, either! I want Stark at his most... STARK... in the ring...

....so I can crush him.

I don’t take pride in dismantling weaklings, no names, and random rookies who just want to wrestle to impress ring rats! I don’t find it enjoyable to break down opposition that can be read as easily as a story including Spot the Dog. The reason I became what I became is because when it came time to look at the men glorified and praised, the men of Professional Wrestling that stood atop the highest mountains, The Ruler gave not a single damn and readily slapped them back to sea level. But Mr. Stark, one thing I learned about OWA is that merely throwing someone down off their high-horse is not enough. I now how resilient you are. And though I poke fun at them, I know how resilient many others on not just Kingdom but on Olympus and Odyssey are. Combine that with those judgments on me as a businessman and a Professional Wrestler in the present day: our match is not going to be fun.

Our match is not going to be all about the fundamentals. Your Master and Ruler is going to ensure that you worry more about your survival than about possibly being champion. Your Master and Ruler will guarantee that you will struggle to recollect your thoughts as I beat your brains in on repeat. And your Master and Ruler will ensure you know The Monster You Remember still exists. And to prove it, I am going to bring you as close to death as possible for your insolence.

And you have yourself to thank.

(DT The Ruler stepped away from the window of his hotel room as the camera faded to black)

Chad Ecclestone has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 30th 2023, 6:02 pm by **Brody**

San Diego, CA
Friday, 23^rd June 2023
10:30 am (PST)

The drive to the airport was somber. Brody stared out the window of his brother’s car, trying his best to appear stoic. However, Danny knew him all too well.

“You ok, bro?”

“Yeah, just bummed to be leavin’ so soon. I think I have a touch of Down Syndrome.”

“For the last time, that’s not what that means, dude.”

“I just thought Dad would be happier to see me, you know?”

“He is,” Danny insisted. “He just wants what’s best for you. Going on a drink and drug-fueled rampage immediately after getting home isn’t really a good look, is it?”

“That is what’s best for me, though,” Brody pleaded. “I’ve worked myself to the fuckin’ bone since signin’ my contract, dude. I need to be able to cut loose, drink a couple brewskis, blast a couple rails, ingest a couple opioids. It’s all about balance, bro.”

“Jesus fuck, do they not have a wellness policy at OWA?”

“I wouldn’t have gone so crazy if I wasn’t being driven crazy while on the road. All I do is train, dude. I barely speak to anyone, either. Olympus is a travelin’ freak show, and I’m not just talkin’ about Poet.”

“Hmm, I might be able to help with that,” Danny smirked. “I’ve heard about this app where men can meet other men interested in working out together.”

“Yeah? What’s it called?”

New York City, NY
Monday, 3^rd June 2023
10:06 am (ET)

Brody sat up and looked out the window of his hotel room. He was eager to get back into the gym for his morning session, but he was still wrestling with that feeling of isolation. He thought about touching base with Tatsuo or Ryo, hoping they might want to train together since they partnered at Clash of the Titans. As his fingers hovered over an open message, he remembered the app his brother had told him about. It just seemed easier. He made a quick profile and searched for nearby users. “Wow, lots of fitness freaks in Jackson Heights,” he thought as he clicked on one of the profiles.

Brody put his phone down, utterly confused by what had just transpired. “If he was freaked out because I got beat up by my brothers, imagine how he’d react if I told him about that time I got molested,” he thought. "Oh well, guess I'm working out alone, again."

Arthur Ashe Stadium (Queens, NY)
Friday, 30^th June 2023
2:30 pm (ET)

A car arrived at the hotel and took Brody to the venue for tomorrow night’s Olympus. He had been summoned to another interview with Cori Simmons. Ostentatious promos were not really his thing. He much preferred speaking from the heart.

“Hello, ladies and gentlemen. I’m here once again with one of OWA’s rising stars, Brody. Now, last time out, you teamed with Ryo Sakazaki and Tatsuo Sakaguchi to beat Brandon Hendrix, Reginald Dampshaw III, and Poet at Clash of the Titans. How did it feel to get a win on your pay-per-view debut?”

“Pretty fuckin’ sweet, dude. I was there when Aria Jaxon won the first-ever Clash. It’s probably my favorite event on the calendar. So, to not only make my pay-per-view debut there but to win as well? Bruh, I’ll be showin’ the lil Broderinos and Broderinas that tape for years to come.”

“Well, it seems the entire OWA universe got to see how much it meant to you last week. Do you have any comments on the videos circulating on social media?”

“I plead the fifth.”

“Mmhmm. Well, your next opponent on Olympus is El Landerson. How are you feeling ahead of tomorrow’s match?”

“I mean,” Brody shrugged. “I like his mask. That’s pretty cool. And his daughter has a sweet Ass—"

“Stop. I beg of you.”

“What? I was just gonna say she has a sweet Assyrian Mastiff. It’s always runnin’ around backstage, jumpin’ on everybody. Fuckin’ adorable, dude. Ruthless, though. Saw that thing put a dent in a fuckin’ steel door.”

“Oh, ok. I thought – never mind. Just, how do you rate El Landerson as a professional?”

“Oh, he’s one of the best, for sure. I mean, I used to watch him do all sorts of crazy shit on TV. Some of the things he’s subjected his body to are amazing. But how come he doesn’t skateboard anymore, dude?”

“Excuse me?”

“Well, when he was on Jackass, he’d always do some skatin’ an’ shit with Bam Margera. Now all he does is get his ass kicked at every OWA show. Kinda sad, really. Maybe he should retire or somethin’. I mean, did you see what Bartholomew Rapekit III did to him at OWA5? Brutal, dude.”

“I think you’re thinking about Wee Man.”

“Oh, I’m always thinkin’ about weed, man. Why? You wanna burn one down? I didn’t know you were chill, bro.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Err, what’re you talkin’ about?”

“Every fucking time with this guy," Cori exclaimed as she looked at the camera operator.

“Listen, Cori,” Brody held his hands up. “Can I call you Cori?”

“Well, it’s my name, so—"

“I don’t have anythin’ personal against El Landerson. He seems like a nice dude, an’ all. I mean, it’s sweet how his family comes to all his shows. I wish my… uh, I bet many people wish they had somethin’ like that. But I can’t afford to take my eyes off the prize, here. I did that at Clash and never got the pin. And to add in salt to injury, the guy who did get the pin now has a title shot.”

“So, you’re not happy Tatsuo Sakaguchi is challenging for the Icarus Championship?”

“Nah, I’m stoked for him, bro. Truly. He got the pin, he deserves it. And my boy’s gonna bring it home. We didn’t speak a ton before the Clash, but in the brief time we did spend together, I could tell he looked up to me as a mentor of sorts. And I accept that responsibility, Cori. Young Tatsuo has, what I like to call, a fightin’ spirit. But those drawings he does fuckin’ suck, though.”

“Wow, I’m surprised he showed someone like you something so personal. He seems like such a guarded man.”

“You haven’t seen them hangin’ up in the dressing room?”

“Oh, you mean the shūji?”

“Is that what it’s called? Whatever, dude. Looked like stick figures to me. And not very good ones, either. Those ancient bitches in fuckin’ caves sucked at drawing, too, but at least you could tell what they were trying to draw. Fuckin’ dudes in skirts throwin’ spears at antelopes. Shit was gnarly back in the day, dude.”

“It’s Kanji, Brody. Not drawings.”

“Exactly, dude. It’s fuckin’ Kanji. You get it, bro. Anyway, back to your question. I’m happy for Tatsuo, but I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t care about titles. That’s why we’re here, right? To prove to my - uh, some people - that I’m not just a waste of time, money, and semen. And that’s why I have to just keep on provin’ myself, even if it is against a tiny little dude in a mask. I just hope we can shake hands after. And maybe he can introduce me to Steve-O. I’m a big fan.”

“Speaking of shaking hands, what’s the current situation with Poet? Will you two ever see eye to eye?”

“That bitch? He’s fuckin’ obsessed with me, bro. Talkin’ about how he’ll always be gunnin’ for me an’ shit? Nah, we’re never gonna be on good terms, dude. As long as I got a winnin’ record over him, which I always will, he’s gonna be Kanji about it. He can’t accept that I’m just better than him. He works so hard on building his physique, but he looks like 10 pounds of shit in a five-pound bag. Cut the fuckin’ carbs, bro, if you want some fuckin' definition.

“Gotta say, though, he didn’t get much help from those two bozos from the Tree Climbers Club. And to be honest, I couldn’t give a fuck about that little turf war with World’s Finest. So, for all intensive purposes, we do have a score to settle.

“So, if you wanna go again,” Brody said as he looked at the camera. “I’m fuckin’ down, dude. I’ll meet you any time, any place. And it doesn’t have to be in the ring, bitch. I assume you’re already in New York, so we can do this right now. Fuckin’ get your ass down to Queens. I’ll be here all fuckin’ day, dude. Peace.”

Chad Ecclestone has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 30th 2023, 4:42 pm by **Stark**

JULIUS CARMELO ROSE // OLYMPUS PROMO ONE

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(The scene opens up to a lavish penthouse suite at the top of the Hudson 36 in Downtown. Sitting by the door open near the balcony overlooking the city is The King of New York, Julius Carmelo Rose. KONY has a glass of something red in his hand and he takes a slow sip, turning to face the camera as he begins to speak.)

Julius Carmelo Rose: New York, New York, baby. We heading out to Arthur Ashe Stadium in Queens, gonna be nice reppin' all the boroughs and reminding this city who runs it.The biggest stage of them all, we're out in the highest of high rises looking down at everyone else in the city, hustling and grinding on their 9-5's, finding ways to survive on the streets, and at the end of it all, what is it for? That's a question I used to ask myself a lot when it was just me and my boys gangbanging on 145th Street. Every person I harmed, every mother I made cry when I put her son in the dirt, every blood-stained dollar I've had to fight for, I always asked myself at the end of the day, when I'd be praying to the Lord to forgive me for the sins I'd committed that day - why am I doing this?

(Julius takes another sip, rubbing his chin in thought.)

Julius Carmelo Rose: To this day, I haven't been able to answer that. It's just one of those things that's beyond us. Those kinds of questions are the reason we pray at night. Anyways, let's talk about what really matters. I apologize for the rambling but it's been a long day of meetings and phone calls for me making sure business is going smoothly at home in the city that never sleeps, while I'm out here in the beautiful Big Apple. I wish I could have the time to go out and enjoy the city while I'm here but between the business I must take care of back at home and the amount of time I need to spend to keep myself in prime shape to continue performing at a high level now that I'm back.

I know how it is out here, on these streets. People bleed, people suffer, people die. Wrestling ain't a walk in the park. I'm not a pushover or slouch either. You think I haven't shed some blood myself? You think there ain't any bodies I've had to personally dig the graves for? When I think about it, I don't get scared, I get excited.

It's been a long time since I was a lowly gangbanger on the streets. These days, I'm more about business meetings and luxury penthouses, as you can see. That being said, there's a beast inside every man... Mine ain't seen the light of day in a while. Maybe that's why I lost to Tatsuo Sakaguchi, cuz I didn't have my head in the game all the way. That's gotta change now, I'm coming in with a fresh attitude against a white boy who thinks he can rhyme, haven't seen anyone like this since Eminem. You bout to get the worst of me Poet with the shit you said, don't worry, I've got no worries about mercy or restraint. If it takes a killer to survive on this brand, then I won't just survive, I'll be thriving, and I'll turn these streets into an empire too.

(Julius finishes the drink and puts the glass back on the table. He pulls out a cigar and lights it, taking a big inhale.)

Julius Carmelo Rose: Now I know you'll say the same thing. Why should you care about me? Well I just gave you every damn reason to. I'm not trying to be a better wrestler or a better man than you Poet. I'm a killer, and I'm ready to mow down my way to the future. I've made an empire out of pennies before. I'll do the same here. Imma make you fight tooth and nail, I'm going to make you bleed, I'm going to bring you something that you won't see in a wrestling school or any sort of award winning wrestling. I'm going to show you what it takes to survive against a man like me, Poet... When I'm in the ring, it ain't just in the ring anymore, it's MY streets, I run them, and there ain't no mercy for anyone who wants to challenge me on my own turf.

I'll see you on Saturday.

DT The Ruler has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Clash of The Titans June 29th 2023, 11:59 pm by **El Landerson**

[after what happened at Odyssey XCI The Queen and The Damned Aaliyah appears outta nowhere and was stop by Jovana Slater while talking to her]

Jovana Slater: Aaliyah. you lost your triple threat match to Krysis Devi. which is why you will compete in another match against Rebecca Brookes. this week on Odyssey care to explain Ms Aaliyah.

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Princess Daughter of The six one nine| Aalyah Landerson: when I lost my two of my matches is because I wasn't ready for those women that I fought on Odyssey but now that I am ready when I get back into that Odyssey ring and mop the floors with Rebecca Brookes. then maybe in the near future I can fight Diantha Rosso for her OWA Undisputed Women's World Championship but the night is not over just quiet yet cause you see there's Clash of The Titans is our next event when that happens I'm coming for either Diantha Rosso for her Undisputed Women's World Champion or Dr Bethany Hastings OWA Sparks Championship at Clash of The Titans PPV on OWA network.

Jovana Slater: and what about your opponent Rebecca Brookes.

Princess Daughter of The six one nine|Aalyah Landerson: Rebecca Brookes she's almost to my level but she won't beat me this Saturday on Odyssey because these people wants me to win my first match here on OWA and I'm gonna prove it to them all in specially to my Opponent Rebecca Brookes. on Odyssey at OWA

Jovana Slater: but what if you can't survive the match on Odyssey.

Princess Daughter of the six one nine| Aalyah Landerson: if I don't win this match then I mind as well just go ahead and try to fight for the OWA Women's tag team Championship but I have to win my first match on Saturday night on Odyssey when I beat Rebecca Brookes. in front of those people right here in New, Jersey will see me back into that Odyssey arena and once my music hit's I'm going out there in prove every women in the back that deserve to win this match on Odyssey and earn myself an shot for the OWA Sparks Championship after I settle the victory score over Rebecca Brookes. this Saturday on Odyssey.

Jovana Slater: can you even defeat Rebecca Brookes. this Saturday

Princess Daughter of The six one nine|Aalyah Landerson: only hows the singles match turns out cause once I step foot back into that odyssey ring I will be the first ever who wins the match over Rebecca Brookes. on Odyssey and once that's over I will see Dr Bethany Hastings at the next Odyssey event for her Championship and when I get rid of Rebecca Brookes I'm diffidently coming straight after Dr Bethany Hastings for her Sparks Champion on Odyssey at OWA network.

Jovana Slater: is there anything else you would like to add about Rebecca Brookes.

Princess Daughter of The six one nine|Aalyah Landerson: Rebecca. you may want to stay hidden because if you ever step one closer to this Odyssey ring this will be your ever last you face me again when I humiliate you in New, Jersey when we have our match on Odyssey in one week from Saturday at Odyssey on OWA network.

Princess Daughter of the six one nine|Aalyah Landerson: I'm gonna dial it up against you Rebecca with The Most OWA letters of OWA Forums is a Six One nine.

(Aaliyah walks off when Jovana Slater continues talking)

Jovana Slater: thanks for your time Aaliyah. and good luck on Saturday.

Jovana Slater: we hope that Aaliyah. can win her first match on Odyssey when she beats Rebecca Brookes. to see who gets the upper win this week between landerson and Brookes at OWA and whoever does that will fight Dr Bethany Hastings OWA Sparks Championship at Clash of The Titans on OWA network.

[Scene fades when Aalyah heads back to her locker room and meet with her parents before her return match begins this Saturday on Odyssey]

Re: OWA Promos June 29th 2023, 11:41 pm by **"Killer Bee"**

Well.

Devi. The best thing that I can say about you is that you have both self-awareness and determination. You have things that you want to see through and the desire for them. I respect you as a wrestler and respect that for you this is something of a dream match. You know what this match is for me? This match is a reason for me to stop drinking for about twenty minutes. Five minutes of that are going to be spent taking a piss. Five more minutes waiting for the match to start. Five minutes of me beating you senseless in front of a world wide audience. And the last five covers the walk back to the locker room so I can grab the strongest liquor possible and forget you and I ever even crossed paths.

I do like you. You are an extremely likeable person. That’s why you have the friends that you have and the following that you have. The problem is that once that bell rings, I don’t care if you were a family member. My job is to make sure that you lose. Maybe you misunderstood some things that I said last time. Just because I think you’re outmatched doesn’t mean that I’m taking a shit on your skillset. You have an incredible background- minus being trained by stoner dipshit Stark on the side- but the problem for you is that my background is even better. Since I was able to crawl and walk I’ve been learning how to fight. Wrestling, judo, jujitsu, even a little Tae Kwon Do and kickboxing here and there. I’ve been a combat instructor to, and not like running a wrestling school kind of school…i mean actual military combat, where you have to be good at these things in LIFE AND DEATH situations. So, I’m pretty sure I can stand up to your fighting skills, which you’ve deployed with inconsistent degrees of success anyways.

I used to believe in Destiny too, but once I started living in the real world I kinda don’t believe in that sort of predetermined bullshit anymore. We make our own destinies, and to your credit you at least seemed determined enough to chase it. But, like I told you before, you’re not getting your street credit up at my expense. I don’t have all day to sit around and contemplate what my destiny will be, but I do know that whatever the next challenge for me is, I’ll be ready to accept it with open arms.

Respect is earned, huh? Devi, I’ve collected championships in not one, not two, not three, not four but five federations. I’ve been to the top of the mountain and, unlike you, I still have my Lethal Angels Championship sitting around somewhere in storage. I didn’t need to gamble my title to get a crack at something. Respect is earned, but fear is cultivated and more women in that locker room than would ever care to admit it fear me. Not because I’m the best wrestler in the world, because I’m not. They fear me because they know that in an instant I can give them injuries that can cripple them and end their careers. This is not bullshit, this is reality.

You may really ahve a bright future in wrestling and a lot of me believes that you will indeed get to the Sparks Championship at some point down the line. It’s just not going to be right now. Don’t look all scrunched up and mad, that will give you wrinkles and unlike me you don’t have a succubus willing to give you near-eternal youth at the cost of your soul so….just chill. You are going to be a champion again someday. Maybe in Japan. Maybe even here in OWA. But what you’re not going to do is make my life difficult. I have enough shit to sort out through. The nonsense that happened with Stephanie. That dickhead Allesandro running around with my American Dream Championship calling himself a “World Champion” now. Hana and Revy apparently big-timing me to the point they’re not answering phone calls.

Diantha vs Filth is happening again. Marie and Donna Trump don’t have challengers just yet. Neither do the tag team champions. Honestly I don’t know what I’ll be doing come Final Destination time. If it were completely up to me, maybe I’d be fighting Aria Jaxon or something interesting like that. But what I do know is that I will not be entering the home stretch of Season 5, possibly one of the last few times I stand in an OWA ring, with a loss to Devi Krysis hanging over my head like some massive black rain cloud.

You are good, determined, and have a good heart. The problem for you is that you’re not me. Why is that a problem? I’m going to show you. You’ll scream for mercy by the end, I have no doubt of it….well, if you’re able to scream at all. You have heart and guts, but there’s not a man or woman walking the planet that doesn’t have a breaking point.

And I’m one of the best in the world at finding those breaking points.

DT The Ruler and Felix Hartley have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 29th 2023, 11:27 pm by **Rebecca Brookes**

MY OWN WORST ENEMY.
aka, I bought Fight Forever and I’m diving deep into that – sorry for a shitty promo, chiefs.

Had I planned to go out at the Clash and end up performing at my worst once again?

No.

However, that’s how we’ve ended up in that weird situation and I don’t know how it happened. Alas, I’ll have to admit it’s level upon being stacked at the top. Some of the most powerful names that there are right now were on that level and not many should’ve expected me to be on their level after some time being at the bottom of the food chain, so to speak. I feel as if I could’ve done better than this. I feel as if I’ve done so much better than what you’ve seen before but– something’s not right, something’s not clicking. You spend so long rushing around and becoming your own worst enemy, you begin to wonder what else you need to do in order to break a chain. You begin to ask yourself if you’re stuck in the same loop over and over again as if it can help you out in the most needy of times, and oftentimes, it becomes one singular question as if there’s nobody else to ask around but you.

The same question that I’ve begun to ask myself time and time again found itself back inside of my head once again– louder than ever before, “what else is there to do?”

For as much as I’d have wished to have a simple answer for that question, I never found one. For as much as I’ve traveled and looked for a place where I can find this answer in a field of unanswered questions already fogged up inside of my head, I couldn’t find the right one to tell you or even myself. And that’s where the disappointment comes in heavily. The more that I continue to reflect on myself, the more these kinds of questions become asked. The more that I look at what the old me had done, I find my reflection to be a lot more of a blur than I remembered it ever being. The problem was never finding out what the old me had done, it was all about what I could do right now.

See, losing to Cassie Wu was a painful task after everything that had happened to me. When I began to have the realization that I needed to fix something, I thought that looking to the past and focusing on the future might’ve been what I needed to help myself more than anything but at the end of the day, it ruined me more than anything. Then, Ellie Quinn had appeared in front of me and I had to dispose of her as quickly as she had come back. Whilst it seemed to have been an easy feat at the time, it wasn’t the challenge that I wanted more than anything. I wanted a task that would challenge me, I got that at the Clash, and I got wiped pretty quickly.

And it seems that I’m on the same level as Aalyah Landerson.

I’m neither sure whether to laugh it off or be crudely offended by the simple-minded jokes made here. Having said that, Landerson is neither much of a threat to me as they are a brush against the wind. They are prominent in becoming champion, champion, champion and they only seem to just call someone out as if it’s already theirs and they make things happen because they said so. Maybe that’s how I’ve ended up in this match, after all. Aalyah must’ve mentioned my name and asked for the match so it was made. I mean, I can’t really see why any other reason there could be for this match to be made, am I right?

Listen, for a moment. We’re on the road to Final Destination here and it’s not looking good for me. If there’s someone out there that wants me to just make a statement of sorts against Landerson, then so be it. However, I need to make sure that my words are heard for the moment because I want to make this very clear to everyone, and to whoever might’ve done this match up. I will beat Aalyah within an inch of her life, I will bruise that woman badly, I will leave her begging for very simple mercy and there’s nothing that anyone can do. Who’s going to be the fucking retard that helps her out? Who’s going to be the fucking autist that feels some pity for her?

Nobody, right?

I know how that feels.

But nobody can save the day for her, nobody can be the hero of the story, so why even bother trying to be someone that you’re not? There’s so many out there that fall guilty of this. I’m just trying to show people why you need to stop pretending as if you are something you’re not. Because, at the very least, you’ll simply become an example made much like how Aaliyah is.

And nobody really wants that, right?

I guess we’ll see.

Diantha Rosso and Felix Hartley have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 29th 2023, 8:06 pm by **Krysis**

Chasing Destiny
Devi Krysis vs. April Song Odyssey XCII #2

Scene opens backstage at the Red Bull Arena as Devi Krysis is hanging around and after hearing April Song, part of her had some sympathy, part of her had some respect towards her.

Where I come from, respect is earned not given. And I've had plenty or some few people that I respect. Cloud Matsuda, Jeff X, Alyssa Grace, Rebecca Filth, Mike Bishop, Emmanuelle to name a few. People needed to realize that they don't have to like me because they cheered for me because I can wrestle the best no…I CAN hang with the best inside the square circle.

April…

I meant what I said that I respect you not only the greatest Women's wrestler alive today, not only because of your accomplishments, not only because you ended Sweet Roxy's longest title reign in LAW, NO! Because people that I go up against have more experience than me, more challenging than me, tougher and more competitive than me! That's where you came in April Song, because people consider it a dream match but can I be honest here April? Between both of us: who you haven't faced that you never crossed paths with? And quite honestly not one name came out of your mouth which was me. Frankly, if I said that April Song will be my dream opponent, that dream would have come true, And what happened? Ta-da! That match is officially happening.

But April…

…You don't have to like me because we're opponents…

…You don't have to respect me as the opponent. But I heard what you said about me, and YOU'RE RIGHT! I'm not like you, I'm not an elite like you. And I can handle someone's criticism and take that to heart, but April I've understand that your career here OWA is pretty much legendary, becoming a double champion, main eventing Final Destination, You've done everything under the sun, that could have a place for you in the OWA Hall of Fame that you have yet to achieve. But sometimes when people have done everything and have nothing to prove that's where you questioned your future April Song. Because I've alot to achieve in both OWA and Pro Wrestling Shine in Japan because I got a future in wrestling, and I decide my future on my terms that's who I fucking am!

BECAUSE I..CHASING..DESTINY!!

And that destiny that I'm chasing…is that OWA Spark Championship! Holding that Championship makes me feel a "Spark" once again like before but I'll do everything to make that Championship prestige unlike someone who holds it! My Road to Final Destination V lies with that Championship not the B.O.B Games, so April if you want to get in my way that's fine! But you talk about my MMA background pretty sure that I do more than that like Boxing, Catch Wrestling, and Judo! If you want to make fun of that, be my guest, but you're not gonna like the demonstration that I'm gonna show you April Song, so want you no…I want to BRING ME your best that you offer, show me your ANGER that you're talking about and I'll bring mine! because if you don't? You got nothing to prove with me, you got nothing to prove to…

…Discus.

..Devi..

..F'N..

..Krysis..

Because I won't stop until I achieve my destiny See you soon, April.

Scene fades black

Felix Hartley has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 29th 2023, 5:33 pm by **Bringeroflight**

Robber 1: Check again, you’re certain we’re at the right place? You young niggas taking some dumbass shortcut - you use GPS for the addy? Or that waze bullshit?

Scene opens to 2AM, AKA, up-to-no-good hours, in a little corner of the Dupont circle neighborhood of Washington, DC. Two masked men talk among themselves, as a third, towering at least a foot and pushing a buck fifty more than the other two, impatiently paces as they stand on the entry steps of a brownstone, leading up to a door.

Robber 2: It ain’t bullshit, this is the spot. On blood, this is the place - I didn’t follow anyone inside, but could see the moving crew through the window going to this unit. Hella boxes for electronics, and when one of ‘em fell, I SWEAR i saw some crazy shit. Cuban link, infinity link, all that stuff looks like play play compared to what I saw.

Robber 1: That being?

Robber 2: This gold, diamond crusted fist. Like, it’s huge. Feels like some museum dude, or something. Maybe a smuggler.

Robber 1: So we got a rich collector or something with a 2001 Nissan Acura in the assigned parking spot out front?

Robber 2: Yeah.

Robber 1: Deadass?

Robber 2: Deadass.

The first man looks around to keep watch for any passing cars or pedestrians, and upon getting seeing no peering eyes, he starts fiddling with the doorknob. A lockpick is pulled from his pocket, but the third burglar brushes past the first, and shoves his hand between the front door and the frame near the hinges. With one swish of the hand, he silently tears the door off the frame like a hot knife slicing through butter, and the three enter the apartment, and are greeted with the pitch black only disturbed by the moonlight, wooden boxes and a board covered with newspaper clippings

Robber 2: Sorry, we in a rush. This my cuz Demarion, you know, he already on parole and we ain’t trynna’ be on the row. We in, then we out.

Robber 1: Ok, bet. Maybe it is a collector or something, check this shit out..

Pointing to the newspaper clippings, he scans each, and is left with confusion.

Headline #1:
New York Times: What if Superman was a big black bisexual nigga from the Atlanta?

Headline #2:
Washington post: Clark Kente Cloth ends gang warfare in PG County by uniting them!

Headline #3:
NPR: All strip clubs in the Prince George County now declare Mother’s day a paid holiday thanks to their biggest donor!

Headline #4: National outrage as the superhero replaces presidents faced on Mount Rushmore with Missy Elliot, Lil Kim, RICO Nasty and Trina!

With a shrug, the two set the board aside, and start sifting through the boxes, while the larger Demarion opts to lift each box up to feel for anything heavy and worthwhile, before siphoning it away in a duffle bag over his shoulder. Ultimately, the kitchen and living room area are both pretty bare bones, save a safe with a heavy duty lock on the front in the living room next to a pack of black and milds. With a nod from both men, Demarion gets two hands on it for safety, before opting to tear the steel safe directly out of the wall entirely.

Robber 1: Damn. Gentrification’s a bitch. First the whites, now Thanos? That’s a walkin, talkin, lick. Who we hitting next? The joker?

???: Sorry bruh, no jokers or clowns here, the only thing round’ these parts with a red nose is a pitbull.

Nobody has time to react - before they can even question who the voice belonged to, with a powerful gust of wind, the first of the three robbers is taken by a golden wind. The other two turn just in time to see their comrade, upside down, slammed into the wooden floor hard enough the only part of him they can see are his dangling, unconscious, legs protruding through the floor, next to a brolic powerhouse wearing a velvet durag, basketball shorts, and some nike slides. Immediately, the second robber looks for his backup.

Robber 2: Demarion!

As large and apelike as he is, in his feral fury towards the man who just accosted them, one jab of a punch to his collarbone is all it takes for Demarion to get launched into his partner, as both get propelled with enough force to put them through the nearest window and ejected back onto the streets. In the wake of that destructive force, we see our big black icon with a proud grin on his face, assuming a dynamic and heroic pose with arms raised to show off how ripped he is.

???: Talk about bad luck - breakin’ into a superhero’s new apartment? You DMV boys sheisty! I’m putting both of you behind bars. Next time, stick to an ATM machine!

A slick, skinny figure impatiently stamps downstairs. In his dress suit and alligator skin shoes, agent to the stars Flash Davis looks as amazing as ever.

Flash Davis: Cut! God damint Golden Gauntlet!

GG: W-what?

Flash: ATM machine. The m stands for machine. They should stick to breaking into automated teller machine machine’s? Not very heroic, my guy. You need a teleprompter? You understand the camera crew is hourly, right? Can someone please take these three, and put them in the backyard with everyone else? We’ll clean up the room, turns the lights off again, and wait for the next person to try to break in so we can reshoot. Got i-

An old lady peeks through the frame where a door once stood, and looks around with absolute stupor painted on her face.

Old bitch: I-is everything okay? I heard a noise - are these men robbers? Should I call the poli-

GG: UH nah, it’s all good ma’m, trust me.

GG looks to Flash, who sighs, but waves off the camera crew. An entire night of baiting robbers into their trap, but not a single good reel of tape to show for it. Ultimately, a failure, but as Golden Gauntlet’s powerpunch begins to glow as he walks to the two robbers he love tapped through a wall.

GG: This neighborhood is in safe hands.

So, what the absolute hell am I doing here? Not in the booth, eatin' a plate delivered to me after Sunday service - I ain’t about all that beating around the bush shit, y’all probably read the headlines, you see ya’boy handing out two piece meals with a biscuit on the side to everyone in the 202. If the only thing that drives me was having people worship me or cheer me, I wouldn’t be here. Wake up in the morning, can’t even get through a piss without having a line of people trynna shake my dick for me. First superhero with both a Nike AND an Adidas sponsorship. Y’all cutting promos in boiler rooms lookin’ hard next to pipes and me? Me? I’m speaking to you while I’m sinking my teeth into some beef butter. Y’all know about beef butter out there? Shit, Julia is all about that chef shit. Back in school everyone called her big-booty judy, now she putting meat on everyone’s bones because god damn that lady is about that cheffin’ shit. Umami seasoning or some shit, take some beef, throw it in the smoker at 275, let it rock for a coupla hours, iunno know what kinda spells she’s casting, but I’m already surrounded with that good good. Fighting ain’t about filling some hole, or something that’s missing, because I’m at a community picnic surrounded by people who love and respect me.

It didn’t have to happen like this, either. Before my pops had me in the weight room, or the center of the best god-damn O-line this side of the Mason-Dixie, before there were big smiling white faces from agents asking me shit like Virginia Tech or UVA, niggas were asking me blood or crip. Crip or YNIC. Where you from? Where yo momma stay? Where yo daddy stay? Where your grandma stay? Everyone always trying to find out which team this big bodied black Broly brolic mf was from, but my old man’s kept my circle so small, it was a period. It felt like I was on cornball, after school special, but he kept me surrounded by good people. I got up outta the mud, and I did this shit off the muscle.

So why? Why am I here? It definitely aint to be fightin’ with no six-foot three crimson chin Splanglish speaking motherfu-

(Flash Davis, from outside the studio): He’s not spanish!

Oh word? He English? I like them Cockney accents, I love it when I have a conversation with someone and can tell what they’d sound like with my dick in their jaws.

(Flash Davis, outside the studio): No! He’s french! Why do you think he’s English or Spanish ? Where do you think Spain and England are?

Norf norf. Anyways, what is a hate bred war machine? You trynna tell me when your Ma and Pa were doing the monster mash, you think your Pappy was just monologuing in his head about this bitch halitosis breath? Or is that some ‘I WAS RAISED ON THEM HARD ASS COBBLESTONE STREETS OF PARIS FRANCE’ type shit? Sorry bro, I see the way you talk and I saw your last match; you ain’t gotta sharingan, it’s probably just pink eye. Try as hard as you like, but as a fan of all of the classic animes, you ain’t Sasuke, you Shadow the Edgehog ass mf. You still kinda new, ain’t you? You still seem wet behind the ears, with a big ass chip on your shoulder, like you got something to prove but haven’t had a chance to do it. Bossin’ up on the biggest boss in Olympus, Rich Gatsby, would really be that moment, right? A real ‘putting my dick on the table by walking into prison and punching the biggest mfer in the face’ type beat, right? So why’d you let Landerson put you on a poster? You really let a nigga wrestling in Sketchers do you dirty?

You have Doc Rivers syndrome, you have Joel Embiiditis; it’s called you expel so much hot air that you forget to breathe, and you choke, and my bruddah, this is a siiiiiiiiicknessssssssssssssssssss, this is a disease. All you’re out here doing is fighting for yourself, and if your goals were water, you wouldn’t fill a kiddy pool. So Marce, know it ain’t nothing personal when you get dragged out into deep water when we face up, because the only beef between us is this beef butter, man. Big Papa’s this big because I put my city on my back, I put PG on the map and because I want to give a lot of other people comin’ from a similar background a positive, hopeful, means tested message that gives me alot of the inspiration.

Brothas… we ain’t gotta stay in the houses were were born with, fightin’ over blocks to claim symbolic possession of areas where some multinational bank owns all of the property… putting on a helmet and some pads showed me, there’s so much to this big ass blue globe… so we shouldn’t be beefing over the neighborhood, when there’s so much more to this world to conquer.

Everyone else trying to empower the community comes off whack as shit. But by dogwalking someone that looks like a pitbull but fights like a french terrier. and I will say it now - even though I am an ally to the LGBT-alphabet boys community-

(Flash Davis, off camera:) For real? You fuck wit the gays?

Yuh, you ain’t hear that Lil Nas X Jack harlow track? That shit slid like ice. Anyways - I’m an ally of the LGBT alphabet boys community, and I go as hard in the club when I hear dreams and nightmares as I do when I hear Kim Petras, the gays are coo’ with me, but being French? That’s too fucking far. That’s that selfish beat, I swear. Who rocks with you? Parents and kids? No. Ladies? No. I tried hosting a film session/studio session the other day, and your matches? Definition of scaring the hoes. Lariots? Back body drops? French cuisine is so hoity toity, only for this default character creation screen unseasoned chicken mf to think he’s the main character? Marce ain’t been in pussy since the day he came out one. You have no rizz, no juice, no sauce, no fans, no loved ones, no one to hand your casket off to once I hit you with the GG no Re because all you think about is yourself, and all you do is serve your own self-interests. But that’s alright. Same as I’m cleaning up these streets so all my black Kings and Queens can lift their heads and wear their crowns, I’m the rising tide that raises all ships. First and last time you’re gonna hear this, blood - you are invited to the next Sunday service. I’ll make a plate for you! I’ll mash it up into a fine paste and bring a straw, because no teeth? No problem.

Diantha Rosso, Felix Hartley and Noah Krieger have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Vs Jupiter Promo June 29th 2023, 9:01 am by **'Don' Hendrix**

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Scenery begins at a local rave club- home to all the trouble childs and other nonsensical people in the world. This scene of society would not be suitable for classy people, like the woman standing outside of the club in one of Odyssey's newest signings, Jamie Thotsen. Hair done nicely, pink dress, beautiful diamond necklace, diamond bracelet, pair of expensive white dress shoes with a Saint Laurent Matelassé Envelope Medium Shoulder Bag over her shoulder. The look of disgust written in the face of Thotsen to her…… disgusting surroundings before speaking at the camera.

"God this place is repulsive! I would say I don't know how anyone could go here, but this seems right up your alley, doesn't it Jupiter? I mean, you have the same swagger these kids have walking in here: the look of a junky whore that wants to play with boys flutes for twenty bucks worth of hard rock, or the emo suicide squad that want their fifteen minutes of fame on the evening News. Either way- this club describes you up to the T here Miss. King: Many men been in, and left just as disappointed.

Am I supposed to feel threatened by your message? Was some Boston Wannabe Rockstar going to scare me? Not some Chrissie Hynde wannabe bitch coming after me in her debut. Please bitch, if no man has the balls to choke me when I demand them to, what makes me think You will? You, a "bona-fide motherfucker" may be the only true thing about you because you look like you finger fuck middle age mothers for fun. Please step all the way back when speaking on me because my name is too rich to come from the poor man's, or women's in this case, mouth. Sorry little miss trouser trout, but I'm not doing this entire "five minute" thing, because honestly, the Clash really brought something to my attention. All these women think of me as this come and go kind of girl, you as well even just for another rookie in OWA in your own right. Oh we can dance sweetheart, right into your next suicide pack, because when you lose to this "diva", all that hype you got, all that "holy fuck it's Jupiter! Let's suck her imaginary dick!", what comes when you walk backstage a loser? Might as well fuck off back to whatever company allowed you to get your Darkane cosplay from 5 & Below! Also if I recall, you throw shade at my Clash debut, but yet I lasted longer than anyone thought and performed better than anyone believed. Hell, that blonde bimbo Felix Hartley and I even made a team that clearly worked better together in the Clash than the other thots involved. Tragic, ain't it? Now you're threatening me to put your nasty, STD covered hands on me?

Go ahead and try bitch, you'll end up in the ground with the rest of them.

I'm looking forward to this match more than you can fucking believe Lady. Because I came here to have fun, I really did. But I refuse to sit back and let these hoes, whores, bimbos, emos, and EAW cunts talk their shit Because they find it amusing. But the thing is bitch, here in this company because I give less than two shits were you been before, your voice don't fucking matter. Mine either, I'm not a hypocrite like you, but I know that. You don't. And I don't give a fuck what titles you won elsewhere, those companies will shut down, Scott Oasis will take the titles in like they're loss puppies and you wouldn't win them here if your life depended on it, unless you, which you guaranteed will do for a title shot on god, sleep with the bastard. And I'm glad your two hundred and fifty dollar contract is the biggest you ever signed because that's all you're going to be worthed when you fail to beat this eye candy that turned out to be the reason Jupiter falls from the Solar System called OWA.

Why all this hostility about wanting to show off what you got? A real woman is proud of her looks, and doesn't hide them. Are you ashamed, Jupiter? Probably are so if it results you in calling you "the fuckin guy" when you could be calling yourself "that fuckin gal" when you say you're that bad ass bitch in this division, right? But that is such a cliche move to do and one that does not raise my stock up in the slightest. And my stock doesn't rise when someone with daddy issues, mommy issues, brother, sister, spouse, uncle, anutie, someone did you wrong kind of issues wants to play Michael Myers and think that I'm going to go running like one of those characters in the movies. This isn't a movie doll, this is real life….

And you aren't that scary.

In between these ropes, yes people died. It's more common than a title change here in OWA. But just like those horror movies I talked about, they always come back. Death in OWA is the most overused, overrated end all situation to date, but you're treating it like it's a person. I saw how you got knees weak when talking about death in this ring. Why not kill yourself and go marry death? And when you do, stop crying that you think I can't handle myself in this ring because if I hear it one more time, I'm going to lose my freaking mind! You fuckin cliches are walking around "you can't wrestle, I can wrestle, I great" sounding like a fucking ogre on meth. Maybe you can decently wrestle in those little shit hole companies you work for, but until then, nobody gives a shit here if you can say you can wrestle until you fucking prove it, and till you do, shut the fuck up about it. And I feel like you started talking in circles because you had nothing else to say but repetition of what was already said. But I already expect those fake cunts in the locker room to kiss your ass because of it because it's me, and they really hate me based on my past.

Good. Their hate fuels me.

You don't get anywhere in life, let alone what we do carrying that someone hates you, and knowing my two biggest haters, their hate just makes me laugh on my way to the bank while they remain on their backs like the good little skanks they are. Jupiter, make zero mistake about it- you can absolutely fit that category too, because that's the only way you're going to be successful here doll. So bring your heroin shooting ass to the ring, bring your coke snorting ass to the ring, bring your meth smoking ass to the ring, bring whatever drug that's rotting your already concussed brain to the ring, because when you get there, you're going to get your fucking head kicked in by the Barbie Doll that became your worst fuckin nightmare.

And you can bet on that.

War Machine huh? What happens when a machine gun has no ammo? Becomes useless. And just like the rest of your life, you will become useless in that ring Jupiter King.

You can bank on that, hoe."

Jamie laughs as she walks off, her high heels clicking off the pavement as the screen fades to black.

Diantha Rosso and DT The Ruler have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 29th 2023, 7:59 am by **Rin Asakura**

Odyssey #1: High Hopes.

28.06.2023 Tokyo, Japan

*Clash of the Titans didn't go the way that The Golden Dawn imagined. Even though Rin wasn't able to take part in it herself, she had high hopes that Ruri would be willing to bring glory to their team. Not to mention that this whole event left the Japanese lady with a lot of disgust. Rin deeply hoped that this whole circus on Odyssey would end eventually, but it seemed that this was just the beginning of the embarrassment. At least in Rin's eyes. Who would have expected such a turn of events? Even though she couldn't see such a miserable future, there was something the young girl was sure of. For several weeks she sensed someone's breath on her neck and as it turned out she was right. While everyone was so much absorbed by Clash there was one person who seemed more interested in Rin' disappearance than the actual match. It was none other than Bea Havertz, along with her stupid friend. And it was Angelina Magnum that she was supposed to face on the first Odyssey after Clash of the Titans. Rin wasn't sure if this match was an accident or a planned situation. However, one thing was certain, these two made a declaration of war towards here a while ago. But Rin intended to crush their expectations with this one battle. One quick move to end this dumb game with checkmate.*

*The shot opens in the hotel room lobby with the view of Rin Asakura sitting on the crimson red sofa. The woman is dressed in a black and gold kimono and traditional sandals. Her pink hair falls in waves over her shoulders, matching the rose shade of her lipstick. Rin seems to have a slight grimace on her face, which quickly turns into unexpected amusement. The woman tightens her hand on her OWA Women's Tag Team Championship as the first words leave her charming lips.*

There is nothing more exciting than a great opportunity being at your fingertips. There's nothing that makes blood rushing in your veins more than the thought of being a main attraction of the show. There is no better feeling than seeing championship gold in front of you when you stand in the ring. Then chance that you see completely clear, just waiting to be taken advantage of. Eyes on the prize. That's what people usually do, when they have even the slightest chance of becoming the one to get their hands on it. After all, everyone subconsciously dreams of having something that others truly desire. Well, unless you had everything all the time and you don't even realize that you are missing something. That's why your eyes can't focus on one thing, because a thousand others surround you. They narrow your horizon and make you blind. They say you should be greedy in wrestling, but I believe it is not a great approach. Wanting to own gold is one thing. But you'll never be able to achieve anything if you are constantly distracted. You can't desire to possess everything at once and then complain that all the attempts you make fail miserably. And you are a living example of that, Bea. Don't you think it's silly that when you have the main event of FD on the horizon, you are thinking only about me? Yes, I was missing, because I was dealing with a small injury. Yet, it didn't stop you from non stop shitting on me like it even mattered. However, I know what you were doing. You tried to get a back up plan, because you knew you couldn't make it through the Clash. You tried to put in Llorona's head the idea of you and that dumb bitch challenging Tag Team Champions. Good job, Bea, you got your sidekick to face me on Odyssey. But I don't think this is the result you wanted. Looks like Llorona isn't stupid enough yet to just hand the opportunity to someone who doesn't deserve shit. Though the chance isn't lost yet, eh? This match between me and Angelina is meant to prove a point, but not the one you want to get. Don't you realize how risky it is to put such a responsibility on such a waste of space to even hope you two fuckheads get a title shot? Fuck off. The only point that is going to be proven is that you two are not even close to being in the line to championship picture. Not to mention, it's insane that Angelina is still in this company. For what? For merch and onlyfans sale? Ridiculous. She proved over and over again that she isn't worth shit. Even the rest of Thotyssey realized it and moved away from her. Even they admitted Angelina was just an extra barbie in their toxic plastic world. Over the last year they tried to make her mean something, but you see what a poor result is? She is still fucking worthless.

How does it feel to be such a waste of space, Angelina? How is it to be a constant disappointment? To your family. To your so-called sister from Thotyssey, who abandoned you. It is sooooo sad, that they don't give a shit about you, even despite those lovely promises. Who would have thought that bunch of thots ain't loyal. But the moment you and your best friends started to show their true faces, your worst nightmare came true, Angelina. We all always knew how Thotyssey worked. It was Felix, Filth and whoever fills third spot cause it just looks better....and it happened to be you. We've all always been aware that Thotyssey created Angelina Magnum, not the other way around. You were the one who desperately needed those two bitches to get someone's attention. Because you see, there are a lot of pretty girls around, but it is not enough to get the spotlight. A beautiful face is not the way to success, but you don't even have that. All this plastic and chemicals is downright repulsive. The only people who are actually so aroused by you are those weird creeps who never seen a woman outside the porn. Those are the only ones who would truly kill for such an ugly piece of plastic like you. You try to act like you're dolled up, but you're full of kitsch. I am not saying Bea is a better person, but she at least has some elegance. She is not cheap like you. Not to mention that your fake skin tone can be interpreted in different ways. Though, I don't think you had bad intentions. I believe you're just stupid enough not to understand the consequences. However, you can't always avoid them by sucking dick, heh? Harsh world, isn't it? However, in real life you have to take responsibility for what you do. But you are just a fucking coward...You are a quitter. As soon as it gets hard, you either look for someone who will be your human shield or you run away so fast that we can see a clouds of dust. Just a little bit of misfortune and you are ready to give up easily. Wasn't that the case when we were all preparing for The Great War? You were not even an important piece in this game and you were ready to shoot yourself in the head. Then, why would you get involved in the situation in the first place if you didn't want to be there? Because the rest of these bitches told you to? Oh yeah, I forgot you were never entitled to your opinion. They never cared what you had to say, so you just had to do what they commanded you. Like a fucking dog. It's crazy how someone can humiliate themselves and give up on their will, just to be part of a group. Are you so afraid of being alone, Angelina? So once again you let someone throw you around like a rag doll? Because you can't be dumb enough to believe that you and Bea are best friends. She will use you as well as your previous besties. She is just seeing an opportunity that she cannot attempt alone. Bea knows perfectly well that her bitchy attitude will be the reason, that won't let her find a more competent partner, because no one likes her. So since you two knew each other before, she decided to make use of your two brain cells.

The thing is, I don't care what Bea's plan is, or how desperate you are to mean something. You are not going through me. There's not even an option for you to find yourself in a Tag Team Titles match in any way. If Llorona ever had such a thought in mind, the next Odyssey will show her that it's wasted money. No one will pay to see her Tag Tag Team Champs have an easy defense. People want emotions, and you don't give them that. And I'm not talking here about pulling out some tantrums.

People can say a lot of things about me, but nobody will tell me that I'm not consistent. The moment I took the weight off my shoulders and fully focused on what I wanted, I showed you that Asakura's blood is running in my veins. I proved to you that it doesn't take much for me to hold the championship above my head. I proved I belong to the legacy my father created, and I am making my own. I still have a long way to go to even reach his level, but I'm not afraid of these difficulties. I will get there sooner or later, but everything takes time. The thing is that, even small details can make a big difference to what is happening to me and my career. Balance is very important, so you can be sure I won't let such a dirty hoe ruin it. You understand bitch? You can have high hopes to win this match and make your new mommy happy, but you are going to fail like you always do. While me and Ruri? We will move on to look for an actual challenge. We will beat everyone on our way and bless Final Destination with our iconic team. And I will use your fucking skull as my first step towards that.

Diantha Rosso and DT The Ruler have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 29th 2023, 12:46 am by **DarkCircle**

{The screen comes up and we find ourselves looking deeply into a lit fire pit somewhere, the flames rolling and licking this way and that as smoke billows up and out of the frame before the camera pulls back to reveal the face of the man Ryo Sakazaki himself who is sitting next to the fire and looking deeply into it}

Ryo: After winning a major upset for my faction at the Clash event, Big Scott Oasis figured that it was time for me to be tested against a true heavy hitter… but I can honestly say that I was a little bit surprised to hear the name of the man who’s going against me this week on Olympus.

Rafael Barrera.

Rafael fucking Barrera.

Unlike some of the other guys who come here to the OWA from outside of the promotion like that Fake-Ass Tony Soprano wanna-be in Brandon Hendrix of Devastation’s little appreciation society from the late Project Honor promotion… Rafael is from the Alpha promotion to which the less said the better.

Mostly because this isn’t about inter-promotional warfare or anything like that…no, this is about me and Rafael Barrera.

{Ryo closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, stretching his hands out towards the roaring flames to warm the palms of his hands as he opens his eyes again}

Ryo: Now Rafael, I’m not going to try and undersell what you can do in that ring as I get that you're a former Alpha Wrestling world champion and Hall of Famer there as well…and the Santa Muerte, a move that made you a legend a Lucha Libre and helped you throughout Arata and Arkham's playground that was Alpha, is no laughing matter either…but while I can heap respect upon your name as a fighter, no doubt you’ve done your own research like anyone would and you probably view me just like so many other assholes here do.

The walking joke that doesn’t fucking belong in this company.

I can’t nor won’t deny the fact that I’ve had quite the intriguing run since I’ve come here, there’s no doubt about that because I lost myself in my rage for quite a while and only recently did the passing of a friend of mine cause me to snap out of it…and because of that, I want to tell you a truth, Rafael.

You see, for the longest time I simply lost myself to my rage…I let it consume me and then burn hotter and hotter until all that I had left in my veins was crimson tinted steam and no real ability to feel anymore to the point where I could feel the flames of the anarchy around me anymore, Rafael. The arrogance and unadulterated hate that was thrown at me for no reason other than pedantic twat internet trolls being pedantic twat internet trolls.

{Ryo’s jaw clenches tightly as he lets out a humorless bark of laughter before shaking his head}

Ryo: But in the end, I came out the other side of that crucible burned but unbowed, and I fully intend to further my winning ways at Olympus by doing something that a lot of people are telling me is out of my stars.

I’m going to beat you, Rafael.

While the rest of World’s Finest is off fighting their own battles or struggling against the darker side of things that happen around here, I have to be a lonely warrior that night against you, El Commandante, and test myself against a truly dangerous opponent because just like my best friend Jacob Striker did when he stepped into the ring against Jason Long all of those months back, he spoke true when one can only truly understand the depths of what he or she can truly do in this industry is by facing someone who is a pinnacle of what we do in this sport!

For months I have been forced into one match after another against subpar wrestlers who are more focused on their own egos and lack of any real substance to not only their wrestling, but their own souls as well…but you! You, El Patron, sure you’ve been around the block quite a few times but you are still at the pinnacle of what you can do in that ring and you’ve shown it time and again, which is why I’m going to throw myself at you with every bit of fire and fury that I have in me…and that’s why I’m going to beat you with that same fire and that same fury, because I have every confidence that I’m going to overcome you, not out of some kind of major ego trip or any BS reason like that, Rafael.

But because I have to.

Because I need to.

The only way that I’m going to have a full and proper measure of myself in the aftermath of the black fires of my own personal crucible is to show that El Jefe is in reality El Gordo by kicking your damn head off right down the road from my hometown of Sleepy Hollow.

But I’m not a fool, I know that you’re going to throw every single thing that you’ve learned in your career at me until finally you can hit the Santa Muerte on me because you hitting that move is akin to you and breathing, you just wait for the right moment and then you blink…because it’s all over for whomever is in the way of that move, and I can dig what you’re saying there without you even saying a word.

But can you really hit that move when your head is flying off in a separate direction from your body because I blasted you with one simple kick? Can you take the full force of the cannon and still be able to land the Santa Muerte with any real power behind it??!

{Ryo’s face turns into an actual smile for the first time in this promo}

Ryo: That’s the kind of thing that I’m looking forward to finding out at Olympus, Rafael. I want to see the fullness of what you can do in that ring because unlike a lot of these punks on our show, I’m not going to come at you with anything less than the respect that you are fucking owed due to your time in this sport.

Just because I don’t like the Game, doesn’t mean that I disrespect the Player before he’s had his chance.

So El Autor Intelectual, come to Olympus and show me what you’ve got because I can tell you right now, you’ll be fighting with everything that the Devil himself has given you but it won’t be enough because in the end, your best simply will not be enough to put down this raving fool in his home state.

But before then, this fire needs a little bit more fuel don’t you think?

{The smile disappears from Ryo’s face as he reaches off to the side and starts to drop certain items from his recent past into the fire: a picture of him from when he first debuted with the Omega Wrestling Alliance, all smiles and confidence}

Ryo: Jake’s dad once told us while we were growing up that sometimes you have to burn away both the good…

{Ryo tosses the picture into the fire followed by a shot of him with Jack Daniels shortly after he moved from Kingdom to Olympus}

Ryo: …along with the bad, to make sure that your crucible finally ends with what you need to become waiting for you at the other end.

{Ryo then tosses in the other photo followed by his bright red ring pants and a couple of things of blonde hair dye}

Ryo: But me personally, I feel that the fire isn’t good and ready until it has burned my way out of the darkness and back into the light…

{Ryo then pulls out one last item, his old signature Hanya mask which he turns over in his hands for a moment before setting that item back out of sight}

Ryo: But sometimes you have to wait for the final piece is ready before you burn the last your demons into ash.

Are you ready for Olympus, Rafael?

Because I am.

See you there, El Autor Intelectual.

{Ryo tilts his head to the camera one last time before he turns to regard the fire before we zoom in on the various items as they burn away into nothing as the screen slowly fades to black}

Diantha Rosso and grandcaster have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 28th 2023, 10:17 pm by **Chad Ecclestone**

SEASON FIVE EPISODE THIRTEEN
VICTORY LAP

The opening theme to the famous podcast Wrestling Scandal Roundup plays, before fading out and being replaced by the stuttering, anxious voice of the host, Don Muller.

“Hello, and welcome to another episode of everyone’s favorite niche podcast about everyone’s favorite niche sport, professional wrestling! I’m your host Don Muller and I’ve got a very special guest with me in the studio today. The man whose relentless dedication and natural ability to outthink lesser minds took him to the Final Three in OWA’s Clash of the Titans… I’m speaking, of course, about Chad Ecclestone.”

Some canned applause plays before Chad speaks, sounding as cool, confident, and cocky as ever, despite coming up short in the Clash several days ago.

“It’s a pleasure to be here, Don. Though I’m sure it’s nothing compared to what you feel, finally landing a real star on this pissant little podcast you’re running here. It’s pathetic, honestly.”

“Um…”

“Don’t interrupt, bozo! You’ve got the greatest talent, the biggest draw, and the sexiest son of a bitch in the business sitting here in this dusty old closet you call a recording studio, and you’re going to subject the audience to your mopey, lisping, unprofessional voice? Who taught you your trade? Be silent, and let me do what I’ve come here to do: gloat.”

“Gloat? About what? Coming in third place?”

“No, you god damn idiot! You savage! What did I just say about letting me speak?”

“Right, right. Sorry.”

“As I was saying, this isn’t about me, ladies and gentlemen. This is about being able to say one thing, after a long, arduous struggle, after fighting against the power for so very, very long.................................................................................................................................................................................................................”

“Chad?”

“Oh, what the fuck? Haven’t you ever heard of a dramatic pause before? What is this, amateur hour? Well, now that you’ve killed all the suspense, I might as well just come out and say it: mission accomplished, ladies and gentlemen! We did it… and by that I mean to say, I did it. Because of my tireless sacrifice, my never-ending crusade for justice, my Herculean efforts, we finally have a proud, strong, black man holding the top belt on the Kingdom brand. Now, I don’t want to call myself the greatest champion for civil rights since Martin Luther King Jr, but that wouldn’t be too much of a stretch if I did!”

“Wow. Leaving aside your… quite frankly insane comparison there… you talk about your sacrifice, your efforts. But you didn’t really do anything.”

“Didn’t I?”

“No.”

“But didn’t I?”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Nah, you’re wrong, I did. Next question.”

“Next? You haven’t let me ask you a real question yet!”

“That’s on you, and you’d better watch your tone, too! Keep fucking around and I’ll cancel the entire interview. Then you’ll be stuck phoning up some D-lister like Alejandro Devastation to fill time. Snore!”

“Actually, it’s Allesandro, not Alejandro.”

“Is it? Is it really? Nobody cares, stupid. Let me explain a few things to you right now, you repugnant stooge: it’s not my business to remember the names of all these charity hires from defunct companies. I’m so far above them that they might as well be ants under my luxurious Zegna loafers. Now ask your fucking question before I walk out of here.”

The host sighs, growing increasingly fed-up with the boorish, combative behavior from his guest. Unfortunately for Don, Chad Ecclestone is right about one thing… namely, that he brings in the ratings. There’s just no way for him to cut this interview short without losing listeners, so he soldiers on.

“Fine. My apologies, Chad.”

“Don’t mention it, fuckface.”

“...”

“What the hell are you waiting for? Ask the question!”

Another sigh is heard, more hopeless and exasperated than the last.

“So, you’re scheduled against newcomer Rex Maddox on the next episode of Kingdom. Now, I’m not implying that you should be scared, but the man did have an awfully impressive showing for a rookie, in the ring with several OWA legends in the Clash of Titans. And not only that, he seems more than a little bit unwell… mentally, I mean. Are you taking any special precautions or undergoing any different traini–”

“Blah, blah, blah! Jesus Christ, Don, when I told you to ask your question I wasn’t asking for a damn monologue! You’re not auditioning for the leading role in Hamlet here, so keep it brief. And anyway, to hell with your idiotic question. Who are you to ask me anything? When’s the last time you felt the touch of a woman, or laid your head down to sleep on a whale blubber and shark fin stuffed mattress imported from China? You know nothing of what it’s like to be great, to be adored, to be just… so, so incredibly rich and famous.”

“But I wa–”

“Nope, you’re done for the day. I will do you one favor, though, by addressing my upcoming opponent… though I doubt he owns a computer or cellphone to even listen to this dumb show in the first place. Nevertheless! After suffering through his ridiculous speech, which read more like the world’s worst audition tape to the seventh film in a straight-to-video horror franchise, I’ve got a couple of things to say to Rex.

For starters, let me correct you on something. I don’t expect the world to envy me, they just do. I know you’re all wrapped up in your death metal, Monster energy, Gathering of the Juggalos thing you’ve got going on, and that’s just wonderful. More power to you, whatever keeps you from downloading Grindr and becoming the next Jeffrey Dahmer. But here, in the real world, the people love me, they want to be me. There’s no need to be jealous just because you’ll never taste even a fraction of the glory I bask in daily.

Then, you want to claim I’m a minnow? A stepping stone on your way to bigger and better things? Holy shit, how dare you speak to your betters in such an insolent tone? I’ve half a mind to skip the wait, fly down to whatever homeless shelter or soup kitchen you chill at, and slap the taste out of your mouth tonight. I’m no fucking minnow, okay pal? Alright, buddy? Comprende, ese?

I’m Chad fucking Ecclestone, the man who redefined what it meant to be Spartans Champion, and who only lost that belt due to a scheming, low-down prick who shall remain nameless. I’m the only real superstar in the Omega Wrestling Alliance, and the biggest ratings draw they’ve got. I am, to put it in no uncertain terms, the Main Event. Maybe not literally, since Kenny and Scotty couldn’t recognize talent or book a fucking card to save their lives, but that’s beside the point! This match is about to be the high point of your entire career… that’s right, you’re going to peak on your second match, because after I’m through showing the world that you’re nothing but a fake tough guy, you’ll never be allowed to step into the ring with a legitimate talent again. You’ll be out there wrestling losers like Tyler Kulina for the brand’s third-rate belt… if you’re lucky!

And you talk about this match not being the ‘typical singles competition’? Dude, you must not have done any homework whatsoever, because there’s not much that happens in this company which could be described as ‘typical’. As much shit as I give the slow-witted special-ed cases who run OWA, they at least keep things interesting. Now, I get that you probably don’t own a TV, and you certainly can’t afford the PPV fees for the big shows, so you’ve probably never actually watched Kingdom… but In my brief time with the company, I’ve fought off killer scorpions in front of a crowd of bloodthirsty Saudi royals, teamed up with Jet Li against another Jet Li after an attempted assassination on Kim Jong Un, and turned into a cartoon cat during a match against Dick P. Slaughter! Don’t even ask me what the fuck that was all about, I’m still trying to figure it out.

So let me tell you, buddy boy, if anything you’re the one who’s bound to be surprised, when you realize I'm not the least bit threatened by you. You’re talking to the guy who stared down Vladimir Putin in ‘Crimson Rage: Battle of the Blyat’, so I’m far from impressed with your little act!

You want to strut around like you’re some kind of rebel? An iconoclast? Like you’re any different than the rest of the idiots in the locker room, all because you know how to swing a bat? My guy, you’re just here to fill a slot. You want to know what I think? Kenny Drake saw those tag team championships leave his brand and head on back to Olympus around the waists of the Slaughterhouse Seven — or whatever the hell those Mike Meyers wannabes are calling themselves these days — and thought ‘damn, I need a rabies-infected, methed-smoking lunatic on the gold brand!

And another thing, you claim you’re this badass sumbitch, a real monster, and sure, I’ll admit it… your performance in the Clash was an impressive debut. But bro, you’re out here talking about having social anxiety? What’s next in your apparent campaign to completely discredit yourself? Talking about how you wet your bed at night, or your therapy sessions with Dr. Bethany Hastings? Although I doubt you could afford such a prestigious psychotherapist, you’ve probably got some court-ordered social worker with a bachelors degree and a name I can’t pronounce.

So you want to talk about admiring adversity? Great, then you’re going to love my next project. It’s a little in-person performance I’m calling ‘The Brutalization of Rex Maddox’. That name is just a work in progress, I’m also considering ‘The Burial of Rex Maddox’, ‘The Annihilation of Rex Maddox’ and ‘The Bamboozling of Rex Maddox’. Just waiting on some feedback from the focus groups and then I’ll get some nice posters made and…

…you know what? It doesn’t matter. None of this matters: the name, the marketing, the specifics.

In the end, there’s only one important thing to takeaway from my whole spiel here: I’m just not having it. If you want to wrap that Little League, wiffle ball bat in barbed wire and swing it at heads to make yourself feel like a big man, then you can take a walk to Olympus. Last time I checked, that’s the place to go for trashy, bloody, lowbrow deathmatch nonsense. Maybe there was a time when that sort of shit would fit right in on Kingdom, but in case you haven’t noticed the brand is undergoing something of a spiritual and cultural renaissance of late, courtesy of yours truly.

In the span of months, I’ve done more to elevate this show than the rest of these clowns have in years. And I’m not about to let some drug addicted, pill popping lowlife like you crawl out of the gutters and come piss, shit, and puke all over my hard work! So take your ass back to your Methadone clinic of choice, have a nice double or triple dose, and then crawl into an alleyway to overdose, far away from civilized society. Trust me, you’d be doing everyone – including your parents, who must be absolutely ashamed, by the way – a favor.

All due respect to someone struggling with mental health issues, of course. I’m not trying to offend anyone out there. Not that it would matter if I did, I’ll still sell out every box office in America every time I grace you fucking peons with the gift of my presence.”

“...good lord. Uhh… okay… well, I think this is a good time for a commercial break.”

“Cool, I’m out of here. Places to go, people to see, crowds to enthrall and entertain… you know how it is, baby!”

DT The Ruler, Felix Hartley, Noah Krieger, Brody and grandcaster have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 28th 2023, 9:50 pm by **Tyler Kulina**

Kingdom Promo #2

“Love Yourself”

“Dude…are you okay? Like seriously, are you alright!? I knew you were a crackpot, but bruh you have more than several screws loose! Maybe this is an intimidation tactic or whatever, or maybe you’re actually jealous of my full body of hair, but there’s hope for you man! Don’t you make enough to get hair implants or something? Maybe we can get you some Rogaine? Keeps? Hims? Speaking of HIM, that’s who I’m trying to be with this Outlaw Championship run. You can have all the crazy in the world, Nate Freaking Cage. I’m still going to beat that ass and move on to the next one. And since this IS the Outlaw Division, the child of the former 24/7 Division, you can keep coming for me anytime, anywhere. I’ll be ready for you and whoever wants to try The Kid.”

“I feel bad that you want to die so bad, and I’m certainly not going to assist with that, I mean I’m cool with throwing hands, but I’d like to think some amount of civility exists within me. You know what? How about I help you find a way to love yourself again before your match? I’m not gonna hold back, but that’s not going to stop me from helping you find some meaning in your sad little life. After all, you figured out what most haven’t - the identity of my father! Something you’ve accomplished even before he did! Or maybe he has and he’s just avoiding the inevitable. Do you know what else is inevitable? Losing this title. I know one day somebody is going to beat me for it, but I’m doing everything in my power to ensure that it doesn’t happen. Unlike Noah Krieger, I’m not going to suffer the same fate. The secret about you Nate Cage is that you think you’re more dangerous than you actually are. Don’t get me wrong - you’re fucking scary, but dude I’m from the Capital Region of New York State! Have you been to Schenectady!? Bruh, Arbor Hill!? It’s like Escape from New York!”

“What’s funny about this is that you think you’re going to intimidate me by threatening to burn down my home!? Is your rambling ass so consumed by my beautiful boyband hair that instead of solving your own problem you want to make others miserable? It’s funny…when I was training under Matsuda, she mentioned taking psych in college. She said when she used to train her students, she’d help them find their strengths and help them improve their specialties via positive reinforcement. Your strength Nate? You’re so freaking persistent. You just love nipping the heels at those you can’t keep up with, huh? As much as I want to keep talking that good shit, I realize that I’m an OWA Superstar, which means I have to set an example for the youngins who watch our TV MA product. So I did some digging on the internet, and since everything on there is true, I found a list of ways you can start loving yourself again, because Cage, my dude, you’re down bad right now.”

“First off, let go of all your regrets and past mistakes. In order to truly love yourself, you’re going to have to let go of all the what-ifs that consume your mind. It’s not a healthy habit to dwell on the past since no matter how much you dwell on it or think about it, nothing’s going to change. The only thing you have control over is the present and what decisions you make today. Think back to all the shitty things you’ve done, Cage, and how you came around to regret it. Dwelling on the past is just going to lead you to negative thoughts which focus on your faults and flaws, rather than on the aspects of yourself that are good. Now, do I know any aspects you have that can be considered good? I don’t know fam, that’s between you and God.”

“Second? Don’t compare yourself to others. To truly know how to love yourself, you need to stop the negative self-talk. The easiest way to do this is by not comparing yourself to others. This is really hard to do in our industry, I know. Especially if you have a sibling that’s more accomplished and rivals who actually earned their Hall of Fame status. Your worth isn’t determined by the success of others and lack of yours. Your time will come. Maybe not on Sunday, but one day…later than sooner. But eventually, we all get what we want. You deserve respect, and there’s a lack of respect that comes from comparison. There’s no need to be a little bitch because your mother loved Natalie more than you.”

“Here we have number three: Do things that make you happy. Spending time doing your passion is one of the fastest ways to find love since your passion is what makes you feel good about yourself. Speaking of which, don’t you have a wife and kid? Did they get Thanos snapped or whatever? I don’t know, it was before my time man. Anyway, when you’re feeling good, you have more room to love yourself. Whether that’s going out for a movie, playing the guitar, or losing to yours truly, doing your hobbies or the things you love will make you generally a happier and more positive version of yourself. It’s so easy to get caught up in our daily lives, especially the rat race of this business. Always remember to love yourself, fam.”

“Number four is ‘Embrace contentment’. In a similar vein of not dwelling on your regrets in the past, it’s also important not to dwell on the things you wish you could change in your present. Possibly you’re thinking that you haven’t reached the career path you aspired for this fifth season, or you haven’t become the version of yourself you expected yourself to be. Hey fam, I get it. I thought the Dojo Bros. was going to be tag champs by now, but it is what it is. Loving yourself comes with embracing who you are in this season of you are, without putting unnecessary pressure on yourself. The more you stress yourself out that you’re not where you intend to be, you’re going to overthink everything in your life which again, would lead to negativity. Like for example - you’re going to overthink in our match and I’ll come out on top. Just like you were overthinking in every other grand opportunity you received but yet you dropped the ball! Hey fam, been there, done that so I understand.”

“Numba five! Increase positive emotions! Your authentic self is a happy person. Pessimism and low self-esteem come from years of bullying, abuse, or toxic people we know. For you Cazge, that’s the majority of people in your life, Wolesden included. You need to know how to love yourself. You can replace negative thoughts with happy thoughts. Speak kindly to yourself when things aren’t going as planned. Do things that make you happy like cut inspirational promos such as this one, give yourself unconditional love, and allow yourself to experience happiness. Maybe even doing good deeds for others may allow you to embrace your authentic self. If you feel disappointed about something, work towards overcoming it so you can lead yourself on a better path towards loving yourself.”

“Six? Surround yourself with positive people. The people that you choose to surround yourself with are very important in loving yourself. Once you make the change of surrounding yourself with people who give off positive vibes, people who encourage you, and people who are dreamers, they will rub off on you until soon enough, you’ll end up loving yourself even more. In reality, loving yourself comes off from just feeling good about yourself and being confident in your capabilities as a person. This is the reason why the key to self-love is usually just positivity and acceptance of who you are as a person. I can see why you ran back to Wolvesden. That’s probably where you loved yourself as an individual the most because you were surrounded by other deranged psychopaths.”

“Seven: Practice loving-kindness meditation. Those looking for a quick way to learn how to love yourself can practice self-love through a loving-kindness meditation. During this meditation, you’ll express your love for yourself and for those closest to you. It can create positive emotions while letting out negative ones. Practicing a loving-kindness meditation daily is good for your mental health. You might be able to practice self-forgiveness and self-acceptance. But, don’t do it before our match, though. You’ll be severely disappointed.”

“Eight is Set boundaries. One of the reasons why we lose our self-love is because we forget to set boundaries for ourselves and allow people to walk all over us. This is one of the most important things you can integrate into loving yourself. It’s okay to say no if your feelings say otherwise or if it’s draining all the energy out of you. It’s okay to put yourself first, once in a while. You’re not being selfish, you’re just taking care of yourself. After all, if you don’t love yourself and take care of yourself first, how can you do the same for others? Also, staying the fuck away from my family is a great way to set boundaries.”

“And…at nine is ‘Accept yourself as you are’. Self-love starts with self-acceptance. You’re not perfect, no one is. However, you can’t spend your whole life beating yourself up. Your self-worth isn’t determined by all the mistakes you make. It’s how you move forward from those mistakes and what you do after you learn from them. Positive emotions will flow through you as you begin to practice self-acceptance and self-compassion. If you expect respect from others, start by showing it to yourself. Lead by example. Stop believing the negative thoughts that float in your mind. Don’t get swayed by self-deception that you’re not good enough. Practice self-care, stop making excuses, and focus on your well-being. Take responsibility for your actions but then forgive yourself. If you want to be a better Nate Cage, then you have to be a better human being, fam.”

“Last, but certainly not least is number ten. ‘Travel at least once a year’. Now I’m not talking about traveling with OWA, but actually, go out there, touch the grass, and go somewhere to fucking chill instead of some creepy compound in the hills. This is one of the perfect ways to get out of your comfort zone and check something on your bucket list. Whether it’s traveling alone or with friends, traveling always makes you feel good about yourself. Not only do you get a change of scenery but you also get out of your own head. It’s easy to get consumed with our own internal thoughts and problems, and traveling is the perfect escape. With this, it makes you forget momentarily all the things you were worried about and thus, you’d love yourself even more.”

“So, there we are Cage. Ten ways you can love yourself and make yourself a better person. Unfortunately, it won’t improve your ability in the ring, so just accept this L, stop obsessing over my siblings you creepy fuck, and focus on more realistic goals than attempting to beat me for the Outlaw Championship. Let me know how all of this works out for you.”

Diantha Rosso, DT The Ruler, Chad Ecclestone, Brody and grandcaster have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 28th 2023, 8:00 pm by **DT The Ruler**

To Mr. Stark...

(In a private suite of a club that DT The Ruler secretly owns in New York City, DT The Ruler is shown seated in a large chair)

I know someone somewhere will wonder why I’m not out there living it up, also. Oh, I will be because I earned that right. And my constituents have earned that right. Becoming a World Champion for the first time in nearly a decade, becoming OWA World Champion in 18 months- with it being the third title to add to my Trophy Room- is no easy feat. Everyone associated with For the Minorities deserves not just that championship win at Clash of the Titans but more. Much more. And we’re not done. We’re still hungry. And I will not fall backwards because of this hard-earned victory at Clash of the Titans. We make history once again and continue en-route to being the best alliance of talent the Omega Wrestling Alliance has ever seen, but as I said: we’re not done.

But we will celebrate that this happened.

(In a club dress and low heels, Diantha Rosso is shown with a few of her girlfriends, taking pictures with both the OWA World Championship and the OWA Women’s World Championship over her shoulders)

DT The Ruler: (Laughs) I’m starting to believe you like my championship more than I do.

Diantha Rosso: Maybe one day, we’ll go one-on-one for it. (One of Diantha’s friends takes another photo) For now, I think Twitter needs to see our greatness as a unit.

DT The Ruler: Don’t get overconfident now (he laughs again) After all we’ve been through as teammates, we can at least be cordial for a moment. I do need to address something if you don’t mind.

Diantha Rosso: Oh, no prob, Champ. I just wanna make sure the world knows how we operate!

(Diantha Rosso places the OWA World Championship on a table and exits with her friends)

Anyways, Mr. Stark, with our coming contest...

There is only one way to initiate my commentary- well warning- towards you.

January 21, 2022.

Do you remember that day, Mr. Stark? I hope you do. And if you don’t, I hope someone that cares about your well-being assists you in remembering even deeper than I will.

January 21, 2022.

Kingdom.

Stark vs. DT.

One on one. No titles. No special circumstances. No special rules. Not a Main-Event.

Once you start to get an idea of what happened during that episode of Kingdom after Civil War, I want you to remember everything you said prior to January 21, 2022 and understand what you’ll be walking into come the next edition of Kingdom. But let’s take a light jog on Memory Lane. Coming back after being away from the business for many years, I walked into Kingdom with the hopes of bringing change to a populace of athletes lost in degeneracy. Many of you lack self-control. Many of you lack self-awareness. And your audience applauded and cheered for that nonsense, even if it was physically and mentally detrimental to you all. At the same time, I was coming in to reclaim the top spot in Professional Wrestling. And here comes you. Now there are many things my opponents try to do in order to prop themselves up before being put down, but one thing I absolutely will not allow is for any single one of you to tell me who I AM, and you tried it, and you looked like you were succeeding after the fact. Mr. Stark, try and recollect some of the lies you decided to utter for all to hear. And as you know: I do take pride in my reputation both as a businessman and as a Professional. Do you remember attempting to play down my business acumen and status, all because of Remington Ivory Prescott and Graham Baker being present on Olympus, Mr. Stark? Do you remember playing down my financial status in this company because there are others who managed to stumble on riches as well, such as those two and one Arata Asakura? And worst of all: do you remember speaking as if I am of the same ilk as those degenerates, Mr. Stark? Eating Crow is not part of a well-balanced breakfast, Mr. Stark, but you should, because being wrong about The Ruler of Men you already knew before our match was bad for your health.

When dealing with the Seventh Ward and the Super Dojo Bros, I mentioned one Mr. Ja Morant and the biggest mistake he was making, amid the stupidity of showing himself with a gun on Social Media, was allowing the media to tell everyone who he is as a man. You see it now with Mr. Zion Williamson, though he was giving aspects of his true self away. But for you to try and compartmentalize me as a watered-down, dollar store carbon copy of those other “rich” “business” "men" in any wa-

(Behind DT The Ruler, there was someone demanding to enter the room but was stopped by both members of his security at the door)

Security Member: You can’t come in right now. You gotta wait.

Excuse me...

DT The Ruler: Let The Man in; he’s good. You know this.

Security Member: Apologies, Sir.

(In a designer shirt, black slacks, and sunglasses, Raivo soon happily walks into the room with a red cup in hand. DT The Ruler and Raivo greet each other and laugh for moment)

DT The Ruler: There’s the Man of the Hour. Hope you’re enjoying yourself! You earned this more than most.

Raivo: Yeah, but dawg, you ain’t coming out? Whole squad celebrating, but you sitting in the dark, talking about some White Asian Boy. The bad bitches starting to come out! Maggall already drunk and looking dumb as fuck, thinking he Michael Jackson out here!

DT The Ruler: Ice Spice and her Ho Train isn’t out there, right?

Raivo: Nah, they ain’t here.

DT The Ruler: Good. I’m sure we can find better at the nearest bodega. We are in New York after all.

Raivo: Yeah, man; we good out here. I’m real good out here. We close to The Dream!

DT The Ruler: We are, but give me a few more minutes...

(Raivo then exited the room)

The second thing you did that was out of pocket, out of bounds so to say, happened at the same time. January 21, 2022 still hasn’t happened yet, but we were getting there, and not only did you decide it was within your right to question my status as a businessman amongst others, but you then decided to question my abilities in the ring. It’s been almost a decade since I wrestled in front of others, almost a decade since The Ruler was on national television, and before even seeing me in the ring, you thought it right to imply I was a has-been. You told the people who would listen that I was no longer The Ruler that dominated the Alpha Wrestling League, hovering over the landscape like a cloud of thunder and lightning, set to flood the scene at any given moment with no one able to stop what I was back then. And before even facing off against me, you told everyone I was no longer that being. I was no longer that monstrosity that invoked fear into every single wrestler on the roster, according to you, Mr. Stark. Notice so far, I haven’t gone into you utilizing my name disrespectfully after January 21, 2022; I haven’t gone into how you tried to marginalize Mr. Raivo using my name and ultimately disrespected both of us before Final Destination 4. Notice so far, I didn’t mention that you were a perennial choker for months on end when the lights were the brightest. And notice, Mr. Stark: I haven’t gone into you using my name to marginalize the people you faced at #OWA5 after playing the opportunist for this very World Championship I own now, despite you doing exactly what most of them did: go ghost and then suddenly reappear when the coast was clear enough to slither into a Title match. Because what you did before January 21, 2022 makes this second match between me and you personal, and personal is not something you want, Mr. Stark.

What Arata Asakura did to you at Clash of the Titans was nothing short of embarrassing, Mr. Stark. However, what you attempted to do to my reputation over time supersedes that, because you went out of your way to slander my name and piss all over it before we even fought in OWA. So to begin my reign as OWA World Champion, I will do the rare thing and seek revenge over conduct this match as a mere business affair. I’m not going to seek it in ways reminiscent of Looney Tunes characters, Mr. Stark. Nothing I’m going to do to you is going to make the audience laugh; you made this personal, and once again: personal is not something you want. My revenge against you will make you wish that the God you fought under last year at Civil War would come down and save you. My revenge will make you wish you were part of the Great War that occurred this year, and you went to Hell during it and stayed there instead of facing me again. And unlike a lot of the other audacious morons on Kingdom, we both know everything I say I’m going to do: I am VERY capable of. Every single punch I land on you is going to have your life flashing before your eyes. Every time I place my boot to your pathetic ass, I’m going to promise you that something will break. Every slam I hit on you is going to make the Grim Baker have to decide whether or not to come out for you. The destruction I have mapped out for you, Mr. Stark, is not going to be a statement for the rest of the Locker Room, though they can take it that way; it’s going to be a statement you take to your grave. The usually bloodthirsty audience is going to be horrified with how I dismantle you and that impression of Strong Style you bring to the ring.

Since you need a reminder about how I conduct business, I’ll let you experience firsthand how I really do things a little bit. There have been moments where I was forced to take more extreme measures to ensure me and my constituents make a profit. Most of those things I have others to do for me now. But this dispute between me and you is not just about you writing a check your ass can’t cash, Mr. Stark. It’s about the fact that no amount of money can override what you attempted to do to my reputation and what I’m going to do to you physically and spiritually at Kingdom.

The positive of it all is: you’ll be close to home, so your broken body can be taken there by the few people that love you, and hopefully after you’ve been beaten to unconsciousness, they let you know that your Master and Ruler was the perpetrator.

I’m going to celebrate with the rest of my allies, allies I’ve been told to distance myself from, allies I was told would turn on me once championships were in front of us. But make no mistake: when Kingdom begins, the celebrating ends. I’m not like the 2008 Boston Celtics, heavily relishing in wins that happened over a decade ago.

Just know that at the next edition of Kingdom: you will get The Master and Ruler you asked for.

But ask yourself...

Do you really want that?

(DT The Ruler then walked towards the double door of his private suite in the club, holding the OWA World Championship over his shoulders and exits with the rest of his personal security)

Diantha Rosso, Felix Hartley, Chad Ecclestone, Tyler Kulina, Brody and grandcaster have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 28th 2023, 6:47 pm by **Stark**

"My goal is to win" muttered the fool to himself again and again as he struggled to come to grips with the fact that goals are just platitudes, actions are what make those goals into tangible achievements that justify the hours of times, puddles of bloods, buckets of tears, those pounds of flesh that we tear off and have torn off our own bodies. And your actions DT? Phenomenal. Truly, and sincerely, congratulations on winning the Clash of the Titans. Winning the Clash of the Titans, one year after using the last Clash to remind yourself and the world that Donovan T was a man worth watching even after ten years on the shelf - that is history repeating itself.

But the other thing that will repeat itself so close to one year to the date is that Stark will defeat DT the Ruler once again, and this time for the OWA World Championship. Because you and I both know that we have a score to make even.

Heavy is the crown that lies on the king’s head but even heavier are the burden of lies that weigh on the shoulders of a false king. You sit on that throne, undeservedly, a hard fought battle against all of the Kingdom roster except the one man who you know you had to beat, a man who because of the cowardice of Scott Oasis you didn’t even cross paths with in the ring at Clash of the Titans. Donovan T, you are and will not be the true OWA World Champion until you defeat me one on one and we both know that to be absolutely true.

There’s a reason that despite everything I’ve put his precious flagship brand through in the past few months that he’s still giving me this match against you, man to man, even though he could have just as easily taken his belt back and called it game over, the championship on the shoulders of a worthy man now in yourself, The Ruler. But me, you, and even Oasis know why that can’t be the case. Even aside from the carnage I would create on Kingdom on the road to the most important event in OWA history, Final Destination 5, we know that this rematch belongs to me. It’s my right, it’s what I’ve earned.

A lot of people had a lot of things to say during the weeks leading up to Clash, every other man that thought that they had something that I lacked, something that they themselves can't put a name to, an abstract concept they could only ever hope to understand - yet at the end the result is the same. The result was the same for anyone who doubted me, anyone who thought I was a fluke or an undeserving champion, the result was the same for Arata Asakura who threw me over the top rope, the result was the same for Jeff X or Chris Sabertooth or Aria Jaxon, supposed legends and former champions who were unable to get the job done, the result was the same for returning serial failures like CM Nas and Moongoose McQueen - although one did better than the other there - and the result was the same for young guns like Raivo and Chad Ecclestone and Noah Krieger who thought that this was their chance - the result was the same for me and 28 others. Fact is, only one man was walking out of that Clash with the championship and that just so happened to be Donovan T.

But on the road to Final Destination, on the first Kingdom heading towards FD5, there is only one man worthy enough to challenge DT the Ruler himself. No one else. Not any of those bum legends I already handled at OWA5. Not any returning stars whose runs will burn out before they even have a chance to show their face again in my presence. Not any future stars who thought that the Clash was their time to seize the throne that they're a hundred years too young to sit on. No one else, other than Stark.

I have no qualms about my performance at Clash. I was too relaxed, too cocky. Arata Asakura came out as a man on a true mission to save the world after his counterpart sought to destroy it and within seconds he had thrown me out of the ring. It’s fair, and I am no longer the OWA World Champion - that is a fact I have no problem conceding. Of course I want my title back though, and that’s why we’re here. That’s why Scott Oasis gave me this match, not because he wants to give me my fair chance to reclaim my belt, but because he doesn’t want to live with MY shadow cast over the championship and the reign of Donovan T - the man that Stark just pinned clean last year, the man who won the Clash without coming face to face with the former champion - let’s put it simply DT - your reign hasn’t been christened yet.

Clash was a fumble not a failure, I’m still here and better than before, definitely doing better than you and anyone else in that match was so far because I am not the man who had to battle tooth and nail to come out the winner, I was gone in seconds, had the whole night to reflect, had the whole week to rest, and a half month to game plan for a man who just isn’t able to beat me, evidently. DT you've earned the respect of almost everyone around you even with that stone of "FTM" wrapped around your leg dragging you down into the depths of mediocrity with that fool that you let talk for you far too much. See the thing is though, I've known you even longer than Raivo has, and I've known of you for even longer. That's not who you are. You don't make excuses. You know yourself that who you are or the color of your skin has never gotten in the way of your success. You are a made man. The unbeatable champion coming out to Gabriel Faure's 'Pavane', the AWL World Championship in your possession, sitting on the shoulders of your five-figure suit of choice for the day. Think about what your reputation could be if you didn't have that goofy little goblin dragging you down, but despite him getting in your way, look at how far you've come. You carried him to the World Tag Team Championships, defeating Murder Inc. of all teams to get there. You won the Clash of the Titans and now reign as the OWA World Champion - albeit a disputed champion, but still.

Now it's time for you to set apart all other pretenses and do the most important thing you have left to tick off of that checklist. You need to step into the ring with Stark at Kingdom and defend not the OWA World Championship itself, but the right to call yourself the OWA World Champion, because you know as well as I do that the OWC will not be yours, will never truly be yours, until you can shatter the perception, change the reality that you are inferior to the former champion in every way, shape, and form, inferior in the ring, on the microphone, inferior in mentality, inferior in determination, your desires to make things happen, and determinism, your ability to make your desires reality. All you did was win the Clash. Not that it's a small feat, but that's all you did. You didn't defeat the former OWA World Champion. And I know you DT. Raivo has been in your ear for the last year so I'm sure your truest sense of clarity has been thrown off-base, but let's be real.

DT the Ruler might be fine with a Clash win but Donovan T, the man I know, would NEVER settle for becoming champion off of a technicality. Donovan T is a man who settles his business down to the very last dotted letter, but will it be true that DT the Ruler is a man who would be fine carrying a championship he knows he is not actually entitled to?

Let's find out what kind of man you really are. Come out to the ring without Raivo, DT. I'll be leaving Wil Pierce in the back. For one night this won't be about my grander plans. It's not going to be about getting one up on Scott Oasis, or destroying OWA, or delegitimizing the OWA World Championship. I know you don't care about that stuff. Hell, I'd wager that if it weren't for the fact that you've had to play big brother to someone so clearly inferior to yourself for so long, you wouldn't give half a damn about FTM yourself.

I don't want FTM DT the Ruler. I don't. I'm not saying you need to dig down ten years back and give me Donovan T himself. I just want you to find your best version of yourself and bring that to the ring, it's the least of respect you need to show me considering you're walking around with the championship of a man who you couldn't beat, a man you didn't cross paths with at Clash. I want there to be any more questions - I don't want you celebrating with something you don't have an undisputed claim to. I don't want to watch you become another charlatan walking around with a title he hasn't earned. We've had enough of those in OWA. We saw the OG of walking around with fake gold make his epic return at the Clash. You wanna be in the ranks of CM Nas, Donovan? He was another man too afraid to fight his battles face to face. And you know how much he matters to OWA altogether now -

He doesn't.

You won't either, unless you bring me your best, unless you show me that DT the Ruler, FTM or not, can stand across the ring from Stark and WIN. I won't be bringing any nonsense to the ring. That's not how I want to beat you. Why? Because unlike Jason Long, Jeff X, Aria Jaxon, or the other two that I can't remember from OWA5, you're not a failed prototype or a broken relic of the past. I respect you DT. Now respect itself is just a cliche, when it's something that's just said. Respect is what we will show each other when we come face to face on Kingdom. Respect will be the battle between two legends, the two men with the strongest claim to the OWA World Championship, and true respect will be the better man walking out after a match to remember with that title on their shoulder. It won't mean anything to me if I don't beat you at your best. And it won't be fair from me to you if I don't bring my best for you to fight either. Neither of us want the stain of being an illegitimate champion on our records.

You know what this is, DT. It's what Donovan T was a master at. It's what made Donovan T the fearsome, reverent legend that he was. This is simply one thing and nothing more than that -

Business.

Ours is unfinished. Now let's settle it.

Diantha Rosso, DT The Ruler, Chad Ecclestone, Tyler Kulina, Brody and grandcaster have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 28th 2023, 6:45 pm by **Brody**

Approaching San Diego, CA

Tuesday, 20th June 2023

2 pm (PT)

Brody sat motionless on the 787, captivated by the rotoscoped dreamscape outside the cabin window. Alabaster clouds rippled beneath the jet stream like liquid silk, contrasting magnificently with the cobalt sky that stretched as far as his eyes could see. Every time he blinked, the colors coalesced before exploding into something ever more vibrant. The borders of reality were blurred.

It had been months since he was last in San Diego. Many things had happened during that time; some he expected, and others he did not. Bumps, bruises, cuts, and concussions were inevitable. So, too, was the extensive traveling that came with being contracted to Omega Wrestling Alliance. And yet, he had not anticipated the loneliness of a life lived in perpetual motion.

Before Clash of the Titans, Tatsuo shared that he flew back to Japan between shows to seek solace in his homeland. Brody was initially surprised at hearing this, thinking it sounded like too much of an ordeal. Flying exhausted him. However, the more he thought about it, the more the idea grew on him. Living out of a suitcase was wearing him down, so he decided to pursue a dose of home before his next Olympus engagement. Except, home would not be the only thing he was dosing on.

People were moving up and down the aisles as if in slow motion, leaving trails of scattered light in their wake. Each time the aircraft banked left, he caught a glimpse of the Laguna Mountains, which appeared to dance like kaleidoscopic flames beckoning him home. With his tether to reality dissolved by lysergic acid, his mind was free to wander the astral plane.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. As he did, he journeyed through the labyrinthine expanse of a thousand interwoven dimensions. Divergent threads branched out in many directions, leading to truths that were otherwise imperceptible. Time is a construct. Everything is temporary. A towel is what gets wetter as it dries. But there was only one truth he wanted to uncover. It had been gnawing at his consciousness, tormenting him for years.

“If Buzz Lightyear really thought he was a Space Ranger, then why did he freeze like all the other toys when Andy came into the room? It doesn’t make any freakin’ sense!”

He was getting closer to an answer. He could feel it. But, for the time being, it continued to elude him.

San Diego, CA

Wednesday, 21st June 2023

8:12 am (PT)

The glass of the French doors on the pool house nearly shattered due to the velocity at which Wyatt ripped them open.

“Get the fuck up, you stupid son of a bitch! What the fuck is all this?”

Wyatt kicked the wooden frame of the sofa upon which Brody was fully clothed and still snoring. Brody’s head sprung up from the armrest. He scanned the room through squinted eyes, just barely able to discern his father’s silhouette amid the early-morning sunshine.

“Hey, Pops,” he said, returning his head to the armrest and closing his eyes. “What’s going on?”

“What’s going on? Did you have a good night last night?"

“Yeah, wasn’t bad. Just had a few beers with Stu.”

“Oh yeah? Just a few beers, huh? Well, I guess those videos all over social media of some stupid fuckin’ prick and his fat-ass friend making damn fools of themselves are just two other fuckin’ idiots who happen to look exactly like you.”

Wyatt threw his phone at Brody, hitting him on the head.

“What the fuck?”

“Take a look at this shit.”

Brody peered through one eye at the phone screen. As he scrolled through Twitter, he saw a chronologically documented plethora of drunken debauchery under the hashtag #BrodyOWA.

“It’s fuckin’ embarrassing! You’re a public figure now. You can’t be acting like this, you fuckin’ numbskull!”

“Come on, Dad. We’re just kids having fun.”

“You’re a fuckin’ 30-year-old man, for fuck’s sake!”

“It’s not that big a deal.”

“What you do outside the ring matters almost as much as what you do inside it. Don’t you understand that?”

“I was just blowing off some steam. Cut me some slack. I’m 2-0.”

“No, you’re fuckin’ 1-0 in my eyes. You didn’t earn that win; Tatsuo pinned Dampshaw.”

“What are you talking about? There’s no way Tatsuo would’ve pinned that limey fuck all on his own. I helped.”

“Well, well fuckin’ done, you helped Tatsuo get a title shot on Olympus while you’ll be fighting El Landerson on the undercard. What did I tell you? Pin Dampshaw, and you’ll make a name for yourself. Tatsuo has eaten your lunch right in front of you.”

“Ah, man. El Landerson? I kinda like that dude.”

“This is no time for sentimentality. Get the job done, no matter who you’re facing. You might not have pinned Dampshaw, but being on the winning side is better than being on the losing side. Your record is still clean. At least that’s marketable.”

“But dude, he’s so tiny. And his family seems so nice. They’re always at his shows and are so supportive when he cuts his little promos in the ring, demanding shots at the World Championship or some shit.”

“I don’t care. Get. The job. Done.”

Pacific Beach (San Diego, CA)

Wednesday, 21st June 2023

10:50 am (PT)

Brody felt the wet sand between his toes. It was like a soothing balm as he stood serenely with a freshly waxed board, gazing at the horizon. He had never gone so long without surfing. The months of hard work, and nothing else, had created knots in his muscles like balls of tangled yarn. They unraveled almost instantly as he waded into the water, and the waves enveloped him in their tender embrace.

As he caught his first barrel, he was returned to the moment he first stepped out at Olympus. The noise. The lights. The exhilaration that surged through his body. It was like nothing he had ever experienced, at least on dry land.

Hours had passed before the rumbling in Brody’s stomach outweighed the sense of freedom on the water. As he trudged towards his truck, he noticed three women sunbathing. Their golden skin glistened as they soaked in the midday sun. He tried his best to keep looking forward but could not resist a glance as he walked by.

“Oi!”

Brody acted as if he had not heard.

“Oi, Brody!”

As he turned around, he was greeted by a familiar face.

“Hey, it’s you!”

“Yep, it’s me!” replied Nat, who propped herself up on her elbows. “How’s it going?”

“Pretty good, yeah. Just got back in town.”

“Yeah, I saw,” the three women giggled as Nat flashed her phone. “Quite the night last night, huh?”

“Oh, err, yeah,” Brody laughed awkwardly.

“Congrats on the two wins, by the way.”

“Oh, thanks. But it’s really only one win. It was my teammate who got the pin.”

“Bullshit! You were a team, right?”

“Right,” Brody smiled.

“How long are you back in town for?”

“I’m flying to New York on Friday.”

“So soon?”

“Yeah, my dad doesn’t want me to lose focus, y’know. He’s pretty mad about last night.”

“That sucks. Well, if you wanna hang out before—”

“What’re you doing right now?”

Amplified Kitchen + Beer Garden (San Diego, CA)

Wednesday, 21st June 2023

1:20 pm (PT)

The bar was almost empty, allowing Nat to pick out a shady corner of the patio while Brody got the drinks. The coconut smell of her sunscreen hung in the air as he sat down with two bottles of beer and a basket of chips with salsa.

“So, why didn’t you message me back?”

“Hmm?”

“On Instagram. I sent you a message, and you didn’t get back to me.”

“Oh, right. I guess I kinda knew it would be hard being away from home. Didn’t need another distraction.”

“Charming.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“You’ve never traveled before?”

“Yeah, tons. But never alone. Have you?”

“I came here alone.”

“Here? Oh, yeah. You’re Austrian.”

“Australian.”

“Sorry, I don’t pronounce it too good.”

Nat laughed as she sipped her beer. Once again, Brody was mesmerized by her smile.

“So, you’ve got El Landerson next?”

“Yeah, how’d you know that?”

“A mate told me.”

“Oh yeah?” Brody smirked. “I’m kinda bummed, though. One of my teammates at Clash has been given a title shot. So, fighting El Landerson feels like… I dunno… a step down?”

“At least you don’t have to face Poet, though.”

“Dude, he’s such a fuckin’ freak. I mean, who gets a fuckin’ gravestone made? I wouldn’t even know who to call. Does he have a fuckin’ gravestone guy or somethin’?”

“I can’t believe he recited a poem as you were in the ring.”

“So, you watched it, then?”

“A little,” she grinned. “I mean, I had to watch something during the commercial break on The Real Housewives.”

“Oh, for sure,” Brody returned the smile as he lifted the beer bottle to his lips and took a swig. “Anyway, I’m just glad I don’t have to think about him anymore.”

“Why? You don’t think he’s just gonna forget about you, do you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, he doesn’t seem like the kind of person to let things go. You’ve beaten him twice now. You might have different opponents, but I’ll bet he’ll wanna get even with you.”

“You sure you haven’t been watching?”

“Like I said, just a little. So, have you got a plan for your next fight? Different kinda test, right?”

“I suppose so, but I don’t need a plan. I’ll do what I always do. Kick to the gut, then when he’s in the fecal position, boom! Riptide, baby!”

“The fecal position?” Nat burst out laughing. “I think you mean the fetal position!”

“What? No, I’m pretty sure it’s fecal. You know when you really gotta take a dump, but there are no bathrooms nearby, so you’re bent over, clenching your anus? Well, that’s the perfect position for me to do Riptide, bro.”

Nat snorted as she struggled to catch her breath through fits of laughter. It only made her more endearing.

Diantha Rosso, DT The Ruler, Chad Ecclestone and grandcaster have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 28th 2023, 10:55 am by **grandcaster**

OLYMPUS PROMO #2

(The camera opens up to the same inn room. Tatsuo is in the middle of drinking from a small bowl while the cast-iron pot continues to simmer on the table. However, he sets the bowl down and then jabs the chopsticks towards the camera, his expression bordering on annoyance.)

“Oi, oi, oi. I thought I told you not to call me Tatsuo during this visit. I said it clearly: You can only call me Gozu, Mezu, or King Yama. I even gave you the choice of alternating if you don’t like using just one name! I feel like I’m wasting my breath with you by even asking you to play along, a shame. Though...I’ll overlook this transgression. After all, in the end, you’ve responded back despite your lack of following instruction. Your methods are deplorable but you’ve forced yourself to gaze upon calamity and righteousness itself—Me.”

(Tatsuo then places the lid back on the pot and merely smiles at the camera.)

“Congratulations. Facing an enemy head-on instead of cowardly hiding behind members of your Club is a first time for you, isn’t it? I’ve heard your words. All of them. And well, I find them...interesting. Very interesting. I even remember the last words you said: I am the Time Lizard. Time bends to my will and I control the flow of our battle. Yes, Mr. Time Lizard, your words are truly...amazing.”

(A long period of silence follows afterwards. Minutes feel like hours as Tatsuo simply sits at the table, the emotions on his face unreadable. Then, suddenly, it happens.)

“HA.”

(He begins to laugh.)

“HAHA.”

(They’re separated by the confines of time and space. All he wants to do is tear into his throat. His hatred with no physical target surges endlessly and his head feels like it's splitting open in pain.)

“HAHAHA!”

(Yet still, in a ringing voice.)

“AHAHAHA!”

(A ghastly laugh.)

“HAHAHAHA!”

(His laughter echoes throughout the room. It bounces off walls. It slips through hallways. It reaches the outside sky. It’s everywhere. It’s as unsettling as the grin on his face.)

(The laughter drones on and on. It’s everywhere. It's above heaven and earth.)

(It’s maddening. He can’t stop. All he can do is laugh at the folly displayed.)

(In this world, he perceives himself as the ultimate existence. Everything about his opponent’s words causes his spite to increase. Go to hell, his thoughts run wild.)

(Everything shakes. The floor. The wall. The table. The pot. He throws his head back. Laughter bombards the room. His laughter. Someone else’s laughter. Many. They all combine together to create a harsh pressure that causes everything around it to kneel before it. A Single Voice. Divine voices. Human voices. It’s beautiful. It’s maddening. It’s righteous.)

(Then suddenly, without any warning, the laughter ends in one fell swoop. There’s another pause until Tatsuo turns back to the camera, a smug grin on his face.)

“...I’m impressed. It’s been awhile since I’ve laughed like that. Though, I will admit that you are right: Those who hold titles like ours are more than humans. We are gods. Our fight is meant to tear down the very fabric of Olympus itself. After all, our situations demand it. I want to take your belt and punish you for the disgrace you performed. You want to cling onto the physical embodiment of your pride for as long as you can. It would be an insult if we did anything less than our full effort. Though...”

(He calmly tilts his head to the left as his smile slowly turns into an irritated frown. There’s a layer of venom between his words as he speaks.)

“Do you really think that YOU control the flow of our battle? Don’t be so stuck-up. Whoever controls the flow of battle is the strongest one. That’s it. Don’t talk to me in such a backhanded way, you bastard. Or do you want to die faster?”

“I hate cheaters. I hate people like you. If I have to repeatedly kill you to stomp your sins into nothing, then so be it. I’ll make sure you go through every single realm of Naraka. Repeat. I’ll force you to endure all 18 layers of Diyu. Repeat. You won’t even glance at the sun in reverence when I’m done. Like the cherry blossoms of Spring, you’ll only look at it in fear. You sully the art of fighting with cheating and as long as you do so, I’ll be sure to kill you. I’ll kill you until you’ve exhausted all of your karma, until that belt is out of your grasp, until you are...NOTHING.”

(He slams his fist on the table, which makes the pot and bowl rattle...but even though his anger is visible, his confidence refuses to fade away.)

“There's a reason for this, after all.

Fighting is my life’s purpose. As long as I desire to get stronger, I’ll always keep fighting. I desire strong enemies, regardless of which side they are...and as much as I hate you, fighting you excites me as well. Because you’re strong. Because I’m strong. Because I can test myself. Because you can test yourself. Because I can slaughter you. Because you can slaughter me. A fight where both sides have an equal chance of fighting each other...to me, that is righteousness. Art through combat. So...let’s tear apart Olympus. This is our one on one battle. Our battle of ambition. Our duel between divine blood that is incomparable to others.

That Icarus Championship is simply a physical representation of the pride we’re gambling with. You may bend time to your will but I am the Honored One. I ascend beyond time, beyond the stars, beyond the transient world, beyond the world of the dead. Revere, worship, and fear me...for I am something that exists beyond human intellect. And you...”

(He grins.)

“You are a perfect rival because you are the same. I hate you but also, I like you. I hope our title match is fun. I hope you give it your all...because I desire to see all of your emotions as I take that title from your grasp.”

(The camera then fades to black.)

Diantha Rosso, Jeff X, DampshawIIIఒ, Chad Ecclestone and Brody have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 28th 2023, 10:23 am by **"Killer Bee"**

“You lied.”

April was in her hotel room, sprawled out over the bed. A nearly empty bottle of gin was on the nightstand next to her. Armelina was floating just above her, eyeing her human charge curiously at the accusation being put against her.

“Lied about what?”

“You said that you can’t possess my body. That you can’t force me to do things against my will.”

The demon smirked a bit as she came a little closer.

“Technically, I didn’t! Well, here’s the thing: my presence can be seen as…something like the alcohol that you humans drink. Without even thinking about it, I can lower inhibitions, bring out truths and feelings that either you didn’t know existed or didn’t think you would ever act upon.”

April felt herself grow increasingly irritated as she felt the succubus lean in just a little closer to whisper in her ear.

“Oh come on….Deep down…once you realized what happened and bits and pieces of those memories started flooding your mind, you know you enjoyed what happened in that cabin. And…truth be told…you’re itching for a chance to do it again. And again….”

“GO TO HELL!”

“....Eh, I grew up there. Not much to see, really.”

The succubus did enjoy seeing April angry. Humans, while also being a source of energy, were also highly entertaining when they were emotional. It just took a little more prodding with her to get her angrier than most.

“......Hey, Armelina. Before you escaped from Hell during the Great War…was there like a job that you had down there? Or are all the demons soldiers and whatnot?”

“Well, we all have certain abilities that can make us formidable opponents and such, but no, not all of us are fighters. It’s not too much different than the mortal realm honestly. We all have jobs. There are warriors, blacksmiths, kings and queens of various sins, so on and so forth. I was a courtesan.”

April couldn’t help but smirk a bit.

“Basically a high-class call girl?”

“To use human terminology, yes. Think about it, Demons have all of this time in the underworld, tormenting souls, trying to seduce humans with temptations to bring in more souls to torment, blah blah blah. They get bored and need to let off a little steam. That’s where I would come in.”

“Do you miss it?”

“Eh. Depends on the client. Some of the demons you would interact with were pretty basic with their desires. Others were into perversions that would make most humans uncomfortable. But, thanks to Havoc trying to take over everything, it gave me a chance to slip away undetected. I’m not sure what else managed to get out of Hell besides me but I’m probably the least dangerous thing you and your pals could hope to come across.”

“So, wait a second, are you saying that something else is going to happen?”

“Probably. I don’t know who, I don’t know when. When demons enter the human world, we can tell if other demons are around. There’s plenty of drama still left to unfold and your friends- if they’re still friends to you- are likely going to be at the center of it.”

“Great…that’s all we need.”

“So. What are you going to do? Are you going to help them when the time comes? Or do you have your own agenda to sort out?”

“I don’t know anymore. I haven’t really been feeling it with wrestling lately. Maybe I should just go home and give all this up. My heart doesn’t feel like it’s in it anymore.”

“I think it still is. When we made our contract, I could tell how much this wrestling means to you. It gave you a career path and outlet that you needed after your time at war. You still dream of opening a wrestling school. Even after everything, you think about how you can help others through wrestling. I think just spending the re-given youth in a drunken haze would be a waste of my magic and a waste of potential. Why don’t you stick around just a little longer, give it some thought, huh?”

“Are you encouraging me to do good? I thought you demons were supposed to be about hurting, not helping.”

Armelina grinned. It was one of those predatory grins that made April feel uncomfortable around the succubus at times.

“What’s the old adage? The road to hell is paved with the best intentions.”

It really feels like everyone just wants me to keep on suffering for decisions that I made. People can be gutter whores, zombies hellbent on destruction, passive aggressive witches, heartless world champions but since I’m the one who did a few bad things all for want of saving someone close to me from their own destruction, it’s fuck me, huh?

That’s pretty much what it feels like. No matter how many times I apologize. No matter how often I have to try to kowtow and walk on eggshells around people, I’m always painted as the one with the problem, the one who should suffer.

Fine. I’ll suffer I guess. I suppose now is as good a time as any to indicate that my contract with OWA expires the day after Final Destination V. What do I have left to do? I’ve been Goddess Champion, I’ve been a double champion teaming with Diantha. I’ve beaten Stephanie, lost to Stephanie, won a world title, had a main event match at Final Destination. What else is there to do? I’ve been trying to help the younger generation come along but with some of the names stepping up and with some of the newcomers showing up it’s looking less and less like they need a team mom like me to help them along.

In other words, despite regaining my youth and having strength and speed and stamina that I didn’t have in my older, banged up form….I feel like I’ve become obsolete. That wrestling can move on without me and in a way, I’m okay with that? Stephanie has found her purpose again with the World’s Finest and got reeled in once the Tres Comas Club started to make things personal. What do I have left to fight for? I’ve done everything that there is to do that I’ve really wanted to and the days of HAVOC threatening lives are finished. Hana is safe, Revy is alive,

What do I have left?

There’s a lot more questions for me right now than answers, but one thing I’m certain about is that I’m NOT going to take career advice, criticism and smacktalk from you. You’ve gotten yourself some nice momentum, beating all these lesser wrestlers. Here’s the problem for you, Devi, and this is the God’s honest truth: you’re a fine wrestler, one that’s capable of holding championships from time to time.However, you’re not elite. Never have been, never will be. I’ve wrestled the best that the world has had to offer and beaten most of them. Hall of Famers, living legends, household names.

I understand what the Sparks Championship means to you. I really do. There were very few moments that I looked on with more fondness than seeing you hoist that championship into the air and honor Brody’s memory with how you defended it. But that part of your career is over now. You should be letting it go and moving on to something else, but you just can’t. So….in your own roundabout way, you’ve made it clear that you want to use me as a stepping stone, as something to propel you towards that title again.

This is the part of the story where you fall down…and don’t get back up for a while.

I don’t have anything in particular planned for Final Destination, but to complete my triple crown of singles championships on Odyssey and give that Sparks Championship a better owner before I leave this company for good sounds like a very interesting proposition now that I have given it a little thought. I’ll tell you what, why don’t you let all that anger and frustration and resentment that you apparently feel when we fight. Just bring all that negative energy to me so I can show you how absolutely fucking useless it is against me. You have to be cut from a pretty special cloth to beat me in a wrestling match.

Simply put, you are NOT.

This is the problem that you face: the things that you do on the ground, all that MMA crap…I do it better. I’m a walking, talking submission wrestling encyclopedia. And you're striking? Well, since you can’t use a discus I don’t feel much too concerned about that. You are outclassed in every single respect and you’re talking to me as if you have some hidden reason to be confident. That you have some reason to believe that you’re a better wrestler than me. Honestly, such a thought is fucking insulting to me.

I don’t think people understand just how much stress and torture I was under the past year or so. How do you think you would feel when all you want to do is wrestle and be with your friends when everyone around you is trying to kill them and you don’t even get to fight to relieve the tension? You just whittle away in catering, hoping you get a chance to just to fight if only to stop thinking about every fucked up little thing for a while.

You want a path to Final Destination? I’ll give you a path straight to the fucking BOB Games where you can compete on whatever American Gladiators knock off Oasis and his crew comes up with. Your march towards any title isn’t going to be helped by fighting me….no, your chances of touching any gold are only going to go down. Just like you’re going to go down. You said that I was on thin ice with you as if that’s some threat I should be concerned about.

I’ve had a lot of anger to let out. Anger at myself. At you and your new friends. Anger at Hana and Revy, as irrational as some of my feelings are. Anger with everyone. And you, with your big mouth and your idle threats, have presented me with the perfect punching bag to vent all that frustration upon: yourself.

Thank you.

DT The Ruler, Felix Hartley, Chad Ecclestone, Tyler Kulina, Brody and grandcaster have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 27th 2023, 4:30 pm by **DampshawIIIఒ**

Reginald sits alone at a dimly lit bar, a glass of whisky in front of him and the OWA Icarus Championship resting on the counter beside him. The bar is filled with the murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses, but Reginald remains lost in his own thoughts.

“The sting of loss never gets any easier to take.” Reginald's voice is filled with a tinge of melancholy as he speaks to himself, the words barely audible above the noise of the bar. His gaze remains fixed on the OWA Icarus Championship, his fingers idly tracing the contours of the title belt.

"It's true," he continues, “No matter how many victories I secure, one defeat can haunt me for eternity. It serves as a constant reminder that even champions can falter. Even someone as outstanding as me."

He takes a long sip from his glass, the whisky providing a temporary escape from his thoughts. The burn of the alcohol matches the sting he mentioned of his loss at Clash of The Titans.

"I let my guard down," he admits, his tone tinged with self-criticism. "I underestimated my opponents, and I paid the price. It was a costly mistake, one that I cannot undo. I've already received my lashes from The New Dawn for my insolence, and now I await my consequence from Wraith."

He takes another sip from his glass, the amber liquid now offering little solace. The taste is bitter, mirroring his own disappointment.

“I especially underestimated you, Tatsuo Sakaguchi.” Reginald says. "I must admit, you proved me wrong," There’s a touch of almost sarcastic humility evident in his tone. “I’ve seen Ryo Sakazaki come into his own ever since he joined this company. And somehow, Brody, that greasy hippie, manages to be an athlete of some merit. But you? You were an enigma for me.”

He takes a moment to swirl the whisky in his glass, contemplating his own misjudgments.

"Yes, you were an enigma, Tatsuo," he says, his tone veering towards a backhanded compliment. "I underestimated your abilities, your drive, and your determination. I'll admit, I didn't see you as a formidable threat, but you proved me wrong."

Reginald's fingers continue to trace the contours of the championship belt, his gaze fixed upon it as if seeking solace or answers.

“This Icarus Championship has a hold on me, it’s true.” Reginald says, looking down at the championship title, taking a moment to take in the weight of the championship belt, his fingers still caressing its contours. “It has a certain power. It makes you think about only it. Anything but fighting for the honour of defending it seems superfluous. It seems disrespectful to it, so, if I’m being completely honest, the 6 man tag match at the Clash wasn’t top priority to me.”

Reginald's fingers momentarily pause their tracing of the championship belt as he leans back in his seat, his gaze fixed on a distant point beyond the bar.

“I have a lot to answer for to the Tres Comas Club, just like Brandon does for what happened during the Immortal Heavyweight Championship match.” Reginald says, taking another drink. “But I’m not going to keep embarrassing myself. I’m the goddamn Icarus Champion. I sailed to the sun like all other Icarus Champions, but I’m not content with just the sun. I'm not just content with the Milky Way. I’m going to Centaurus A. Canis Major. I’m going to keep this championship for as long as I bloody want.”

Reginald's fingers tighten around the championship belt, his grip reflecting his determination to hold onto it for as long as he desires.

“So Tatsuo. Congratulations on pinning me at the Clash. Now we find ourselves fighting for my Championship. Do you think you could repeat the outcome of the Clash? I know you think highly of yourself, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little excited to step back in the ring with you, this time for a one on one encounter.”

A smirk slowly spreads across his face, adding an air of confidence and subtle arrogance to his demeanour.

“You see, I know this isn’t just two men fighting each other. This is two beings who have shed the skin of mortality and stand as demiurges above all else. This is The Honoured One vs. The Time Lizard.”

His gaze shifts from the championship belt to an imaginary point in the distance, as if envisioning the intensity and spectacle that awaits them in the ring.

“What destruction we will cause on Olympus, and how fitting it is. How apropos. Like the Titans on Mount Olympus themselves, our battle will be heard and felt throughout the land. But..but do you think you’re leaving with this?”

Reginald lifts up the OWA Icarus Championship, his grip firm and possessive, as he gazes at it with unwavering determination.

"No, Tatsuo," he declares, shaking his head and snickering. "You've pinned me once. Congratulations on that achievement. But you need to do more than that to take this from me. You’re going to have to cut my throat and drain all the blood from my body. You’ll have to rip the marrow from my bones. You’ll have to kill me, bury me, dig me back up and bury me again before you ever take the Icarus Championship from me!”

With a resounding thud, Reginald slams the championship belt back onto the counter, his eyes burning with a passionate resolve.

“No, it’s never going to happen.” Reginald barks, cutting through the noise of the bar. “You may be The Honoured One. You may be singular with the heavens and the earth, but let me tell you something, Tatsuo, I am The Time Lizard. Time bends to my will and I control the flow of our battle."

A smug smile dances across Reginald's face, his eyes gleaming with a mix of arrogance and calculation. He slams the championship belt back onto the counter, his grip on it firm and unyielding. Reginald's gaze remains fixed upon the championship belt, his determination burning bright. The noise of the bar fades into the background as Reginald begins staring wide eyed at the Icarus Championship once again.

'Don' Hendrix, Chad Ecclestone, Brody and grandcaster have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 27th 2023, 2:26 pm by **Bobby Wheeler**

I’m gonna die I’m gonna die I’m gonna die

Alone im going to diealone nobody will love me no funeral nobody there if therewasone i think death is coming but i don’t want it to not yet why do i keep pushing why do i fight against the inevitable

Hahahahah tyler tyler he has hair look at that fucking hair i want that hair i want to cut his fucking head off and wear it. Not his hair his head i want to wear his head on top of mine ill be the tallest man in the world the hair alone gives me an extra two feet tyler give me your hair mine is all gone mine went away it left me like everyone else

Hair hair here hare here hare run rabbit run rabbit run run run come let the farmer have his fun look at your beautiful family tyler look at them theyre so happy of course your sister picked me im her favourite wrestler she thinks im the best hey look i have a sister i understand that its tough to win the approval of a sibling whentheyfuckinghateyouandwantyoutofuckingdie

HDFLJFFHSDFHSDKJFHSDKJFHDSKJFDHKJJDDJHFFHKJD ISN’T IT FUCKING FUNNY AREN’T WE ALL FUCKING FUNNY

I want to die one more time i want to go away i want to know what it feels like to be loved but i dont get those things because im a bastard because im the worst because i do bad things to good people and hurt them

Your dad is my best friend tyler we fought all the time back in the day hehehe i miss it i miss being a main eventer but youre right my job is to slum it now with nobodies like you ive come to accept it ive come to relish it noah krieger thought he had a shot and now he has to live with a loss to me on his record his reign as spartan champion will forever be brought into question because of me and youre about to suffer the same

HAIR I WANT YOUR HAIR GIVE ME YOUR HAIR DON’T MAKE ME TAKE IT BY FORCE BECAUSE I WILL YOU KNOW

FAmiliesAREfunny things arent they ty one moment youre all playing video games together the next someone like me is burning your lovely little starter home to the ground and making snow angels in the ashes of your siblings what you think that because ive slid down the card im going to allow you to disrespect me listen here tyler my dear youve got youth on your side and a winning physique that im sure is a hit with the ladies and your dad is one of the greatest to ever do this so im sure youve got it made but fuck me i just want to take everything from you i look at you and i see a beautiful face of youthful vigor that needs to be pulverised its nothing personal you see its just that you you you you you

Im rambling im rambling nothing i say matters everything is hollow it rings false it rings false death i will die alone no woman wants to share a bed with me im bald im washed i headlined final destination once what am i doing here what happened how the fuck did we reach this point yeah i wanna get the band back together i want wolvesden to be one big happy family and yeah maybe kenny is a fucking idiot for trusting me after what i did to him or maybe we worked through our differences when he sent me to hell itself and i had some time to gather a bit of perspective

Getting stuck in tag team shenanigans is no fun ive been there DID YOU KNOW I WAS THE FIRST EVER OWA TAG TEAM CHAMPION I FEEL LIKE I DONT BRING THAT UP ENOUGH I WAS ALSO THE TV CHAMPION IM GONNA BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU KID IM GONNA BEAT YOU AND ILL BE 75% OF THE WAY TO THE GRAND SLAM AND ILL GET OUT OF THIS FUCKING RUT AND ITS WORLD TITLE SEASON NEXT BABY WOOOOO

Oh man sometimes i kill myself. I should kill myself. Suicide sounds fun. Suicide sounds like the most interesting thing i could do right now but i dont wanna die bald i wanna die with your hair can we make a suicide pact tyler can we make an agreement that we both die at the same time BUT i die with your hair on my head i would like that very much

I want a hug really bad im willing to bring this entire fucking fed down for a hug my god i havent smelt a womans hair in so long tyler youve kinda got a womans hair let me sniff it let me breathe in real fucking deep and smell that hair fuck olympus

Olympus never needed me why would it what do i have to offer im just a freak to them theyd rather book a monkey for matches over me i know where i stand scott oasis keeps me around so the young ones like you can get a bit of clout beating me but nobodys done it yet have they ive been undefeated since i came back to kingdom and you claim to have me figured out but if anyone had been able to figure me out i wouldnt be here anymore would i

No because when you think im gonna zig i zag i dont even know what im gonna do next what kind of snot-nosed brat like you is gonna predict my next move it isnt gonna happen

Nate cage is an incel nate cage doesnt shower hes a stinky nonce who likes children he is literally the worst human being who has ever lived his presence in owa is a waste of a roster spot i hear what they say and it hurts my feelings it makes me feel unwanted and thats how jeff makes you feel because hes so blinded by booze and pussy that he cant see the obvious resemblance between the two of you he cant take you out to play a game of catch he never taught you how to shave i get it my dad found his answers in the bottom of a bottle and died when he was 49 but if hed have lived to see what his son became it might have been a fate worse than death because everyone who said the future was bright for me had night vision goggles i have failed to reach every expectation that was made of me but that outlaw title is looking good right now i want a slice of it you know nothing of being an outlaw you spend more time on your lovely hair each day than you do training how am i supposed to take you seriously as an outlaw i have killed people i have destroyed lives i evade the law like you evade the barbers i am perfectly suited to be the outlaw champion you won that belt amidst the chaos of the clash but can you defend it against a man whose forgotten more tricks of the trade than youll ever learn i think not i think not i think not

I think im slowly dying living in a hole for shelter somebody put a gun against my head and pull the fucking trigger please i wanna see what pieces of my skull look like against the wall do you have it in you to pull the trigger ty you pussy bitch ass motherfucker youd put that barrel to my temple and shoot yourself in the fucking foot wouldnt you god i just wanna eat your insides i wanna see if your liver tastes of jack daniels and regret see if youve inherited that gene from your old man the moment you take a sip of the juice its over for you my friend youre gonna pump out some pussy ass bitch kids of your own youre gonna neglect them theyre gonna die in the crib youre gonna see them crawling across your ceiling their heads spinning round youre gonna freak the fuck out youre gonna be a clueless gutless reckless man in a boys body with nothing but the booze to keep the demons at bay but those demons they just keep ebbing away they keep making you remember who you are when you want to forget

I dont drink to forget i get chainsaws rammed through my face i undergo repeated blunt force trauma hehehe they day you can only diagnose cte post-mortem but im alive and youve only gotta take one look at me to see that im the genuine article if it werent for the fact that i like being such a cunt maybe i would actually kill myself once and for all

THAT’S WHY I FUCKED YOUR BITCH YOU FAT MOTHERFUCKER

First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
Westside when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy fellas fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let them fellas know it's on for life
So let the Westside ride tonight
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see

GRAB YOUR GLOCKS WHEN YOU SEE NATE CAAAAAGE

CALL THE COPS WHEN YOU SEE NATE CAAAAAAGE

WHO SHOT ME BUT YOU PUNKS DIDNT FINISH NOW YOU BOUT TO FEEL THE WRATH OF A MENACE

YOU ARE NOT AN OUTLAW YOU WILL NEVER BE AN OUTLAW YOUR THRONE IS MADE OF FALSEHOODS THERE IS ONLY ONE OUTLAW IN OWA AND HE IS GOING TO SKULLFUCK YOU WITH SAME LEVEL OF MILITARY PRECISION THAT WAS USED TO ASSASSINATE BIN LADEN

SUCK MY FUCKING DICK SUCK MY FUCKING DICK YOU ARE GOING TO FUCKING DIE AND YOUR FAMILY WILL WATCH AND ILL ADOPT YOUR SIBLINGS AND MAKE THEM INTO LITTLE WOLVES HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH

LET ME FUCKING DIE IN PIECE WHY IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK STOP MAKING ME DO THIS I WANT THE PAIN TO STOP PLEASE I DONT WANT TO DIE I DONT WANT TO DIE WHY DIDNT I GET MORE HUGS AS A CHILD BECAUSE I CUT MY MAMAS ARMS OF LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOO

CUNT

"Killer Bee", Felix Hartley, Chad Ecclestone and Tyler Kulina have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 26th 2023, 11:26 pm by **Poet**

From the desk of Poet

At first glance you could argue that nothing seemed different. The oak desk was the same. The leather bound notebook which sat on the desk was the same. The hair was up, pulled back in a tight pony tail, like it always is. The suit, a pin stipe blue, was immaculate. And the smile on Poet’s face was wide, the white teeth shining as they always did.

However, if you dig a little deeper, you can tell that something is... off. The look in the eye was different. Where it has been friendly and confident in the past, today there was a hint of anger within the glint of is eye. The smile itself seems a little forced. The pony tail pulled a little tight. The notebook, in it’s normal spot, is not sitting straight, but is slightly skewed to the left. Even the fountain pen that sits beside it is further away than normal. This was a man that sitting on a rage that was moments away from bursting forth, as if the smile that he puts on is enough to keep it at bay. He takes a few deep breaths to calm himself before beginning.

“There is no getting away from it. I can try and run from it. I can try and hide for it. I could even pretend that it never happened. I can do all of it, and it won’t change the very fact that since arriving in OWA I am 0-2. When I first arrived here in OWA I said that I came here to earn respect. I wanted the wider OWA fan base to not only know just who Poet was, but to soon know and understand that I’m the best in the business. However, to do that, I need time. These fans don’t know me and you don’t walk through that curtain and gain respect just by being here.”

“So, I use my first match to get a feel of the place. I could show my hand from the moment I walk out into those bright lights, but what would be the point in that? Why show everyone else what I’m capable of from the very beginning? The answer is simple – you wouldn’t. It doesn’t make sense. In the end, OWA pair me with a hippie degenerate who still needs his father to roll his joints for him, and I take the opportunity to see what this company is all about. Now, let’s be honest here – my old mate Brody, to his credit, showed that he has enough talent to do something here in the coming months. I might not have given it my best effort, but I can I’m not dumb enough to miss ability when it is staring me right in the face. It was the perfect time for me to gain a deeper understanding of the talent pool that resides backstage. This is the beginning of my career here, and a loss right now to gain some knowledge isn’t going to hurt me in the long run.”

“I’m rewarded for this showing – one that I’m praised for – with the opportunity to partner with a current champion in RD3 and ‘Don’ Hendrix, against an emo, a fence sitter and our resident surfer who is, as Jethro Tull once sang, ‘Thick as a Brick’. Now this match at Clash had its positives and negatives for me. On the one hand, getting a match at a major PPV just a few weeks after my debut is a fair indication that the powers that be in OWA see what I bring to the table. In that regard I have already earned their respect. Otherwise they don’t back me in for a match at the PPV. However, on the other hand, I am not in control of my own destiny. I am putting my destiny in the hands of two men that I have no choice but to trust. I don’t know them any better than I know most of the people backstage, yet here I am, on PPV, backing these two guys in to help me get it done. And you know what? They were no help at all. Watch the match again. The commentators said it best when they highlighted how I basically carried both the Don and RD3 right through to the end. How do we lose the match? A mis-communication that had absolutely nothing to do with me. There I am, taking the loss, and it’s down to the fact that I had to trust those who weren’t up to the task on the night. I walk back down that aisle and go through the curtain and have to front up to my peers with a 0-2 record and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it!”

Poet stops momentarily and closes his eyes. He takes a few deep breaths to control himself, as if the anger inside is about to boil over. After a few more moments he opens his eyes, forces a smile to the camera and continues.

“But all of that is going to change this weekend. I won’t be relying on anyone. I won’t be testing out the competition. I’ll be going out there to make an example of someone. I won’t be taking it easy on them or spending 10 minutes looking for a weakness. I’ll be heading out to the squared circle to hurt my opponent and to ensure that everyone here in OWA knows exactly who I am.”

Poet then leans forward and opens up his notebook. He leaf’s through a few of the pages before settling on the one he is looking for.

“Now, it seems to me that I am facing a man by the name of Julius Carmelo Rose. A man who styles himself as the ‘King of New York’, as if that is something to be proud of. I read here that the man is so insecure as to his standing in the world that he cut off his own brother’s arm and likes to refer to himself as a dictator. I mean… really? REALLY? He says this as if he is proud of it, that harming his own brother is something that the average person does. But wait… wait. It gets even better when you look deeper. Not content with just cutting his brothers arm off, and apparently not wanting to go to jail for ‘gangbanging’… which, just to clarify, might mean something to do with robbing people and not joining a few of the male members of his gang in an orgy… he has decided that the best space for him is in… strip clubs.”

“What the hell is going on here? I feel like I’ve been through every type of person imaginable so far in OWA. Joint smoking surfers, emo dressing demons, men who will give a handjob to anyone who likes him… and now the quintessential, New York gangster. A man who will hang about in strip clubs looking at breasts while fondling the small handgun he has in his trousers. A man who, rather than embracing family, will happily hack off body part to make a point. A man who is the anti-thesis to someone like me, someone who is educated, well read and talented, as opposed to Mr. Rose who is thick, dumb and only talented in the ways of how to act in a misogynistic manner. I have, in my time, known someone who frequented strip clubs and it did absolutely nothing for them in the long run. Shit dinners, flappy breasts and more perverts than you could poke stick at.”

“I could be annoyed at this. Standing in the ring with this absolute filth of a human being is beneath me… but then, what better excuse is there to beat someone to a bloody pulp than this? I can see the fans now, actually willing me along, encouraging me to take out my anger and frustration from Clash on this disgusting man. Strip clubs? Gangbanging with his ‘homies’? Give me a break. That will mean absolutely nothing once you step into the ring with me. You can’t bring your glock into the ring, and you ‘posse’ will have to stay backstage. You won’t be able to bring a big machete into the ring so you can lop one of my arms off, and there will be no women dancing around the ring posts for you to look at. When that bell rings you’ll be on your own and you will be able to do nothing but try to keep your head above water as I take you apart, piece by piece. This will be my night, my opportunity to make a statement, and I will take great joy in the fact that it will be taken out on you. You might even get 15 minutes of fame out of it – Julius Carmelo Rose, the man who was carried out after Poet announced himself for good in the Omega Wrestling Alliance.”

Poet then leans forward again to place his hand on his notebook, where he turns over to a fresh page that has some writing on it. He picks up the fountain pen and carefully goes over what he has written before turning his attention back to the camera.

“Now, before I go, I have a small poem for you. It took me a while to decide on how to do this one. With you being a gangster, I figured that your IQ is not only lower than Brody’s, but that you probably dropped out before junior high school so you could hang about on street corners looking for old ladies to rob. Which, in turn, means that your ability to comprehend something and your attention span will be minimal. I could have gone with a haiku but that would probably go over your head, and anything else will be wasted on you. Even Brody, with the help of his old man, was able to get the basic understanding of what I was saying. You, on the other hand, will not, so let’s keep it simple, shall we? Here we go… see if you can get the link here…

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Julius Carmelo…

Fuck. You.

Poet gently chuckles to himself and shakes his head as he slowly closes the notebook.

“Will that poem win any award? No. Was it eloquent and something you are likely to show your grandmother? No. But that’s the only way I could possibly get my point across without confusing you. I’ll see you on the weekend my friend. Don’t forget to bring a stripper for good luck.”

Poet then simply smiles to the camera as the scene fades to black…

DT The Ruler, Chad Ecclestone, Tyler Kulina, Brody and grandcaster have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 26th 2023, 4:07 pm by **Tyler Kulina**

Kingdom Promo #1

“Male Pattern Baldness”

Tyler was happy. Having a match in Buffalo meant he could stop by Albany to visit his mother and younger siblings Wayne and Claire. Life has been interesting for the Kulina family since Tyler signed with OWA. He used some of the contract money to buy a house for his family, a modest 135k for a spot over on 1st Avenue, not far from the redeveloping Arbor Hill. It was a three-bedroom, enough to accommodate Mom, Wayne, and Claire. I felt good for Ty to assume the role of “man of the house”, a role he’s probably fulfilled his entire life. His mother Ashley Kulina wasn’t in the best place all the time, a state that led to three children with different fathers. Fortunately for Claire, her dad was still around and active (despite being married at the time he knocked Ashley up). How his marriage stayed together Tyler would never know, but Joe was a good dad to Claire. As for Wayne unfortunately, his dad overdosed while driving through Schenectady years back. Then there was Ty and his situation. The reality is he kinda knew his father the moment he laid eyes on the man. Being close to him during the Clash was a little exciting, even if Ty got screwed over. As mad as he was at Jeff X, he had to focus. Emmanuelle, and Sena were right. He was the OWA Outlaw Champion, He had to worry less about family shit and more about the target on his back. The Outlaw Division was where all the smoke is so Ty had to make sure nobody was coming at him sideways.

Easier said than done.

But for now, he got to chill in the living room with the sibs, watching them play a game of OWA 2k23. Wayne selected his brother Tyler while Claire selected his first defense for the Outlaw Championship, Nate Cage. Wayne didn’t hesitate to express his feelings.

Wayne Kulina: (laughs) Nate Cage!? Really!? That bald jobber!?

Claire Kulina: I happen to think Nate Cage looks cool ever since he cut his hair.

Wayne looks back at Tyler, laughing.

Wayne Kulina: Claire, that was no haircut. Homie lost everything from the top! We learned about weak genetics in biology class.

Claire Kulina: Didn’t Nate beat Tyler before?

Wayne Kulina: That was some Wolvesden BS, right Ty?

Tyler let out a long sigh. The majority of his rookie season consisted of tag team shenanigans. The Dojo Bros. almost had one over Wolvesden if it wasn’t for Kenny Drake simping for nostalgia. It didn’t surprise him that JD and Nate were leaning on the only thing that made them relevant. Emmanuelle and Cloud both warned him about getting caught up in the midcard rat race, an endless loop of back-and-forth victories that doesn’t really mean anything. Matsuda once told him that it’s not so much how many people you beat but WHO and WHEN. For instance, when Ty pinned Raivo in The Clash to become Outlaw Champ. He saw an opportunity and took it. Now, Ty was a marked man, mostly by the enemies he’s made so far. First up was OWA’s resident cartoon villain. Speaking of which he cracked a smile when Wayne, playing as him, had Claire/Cage stuck in the corner, nailing him with boots to the face.

Wayne Kulina: WHY YOU BALD!? HUH!? WHY YOU BALD!?

Claire Kulina: MOM! WAYNE IS BEING MEAN!

Ashley Kulina’s Voice: Wayne! Stop being mean to your sister! And Ty? Come into the kitchen for a minute?

Ty ruffled his siblings’ hair just before standing up to head to the kitchen. He walked inside where he saw his mother waiting for him by the sink, drying a plate. He quietly waited for her to finish up. His mother was in her early forties and still maintained a good portion of her youth in her face. She remained hands off with Tyler looking for his dad, but after what transpired at The Clash, a conversation needed to be had.

Ashley Kulina: So…what’s he like these days?

Tyler Kulina: Who?

Ashley Kulina: You know who. I saw the two of you interacting during The Clash. You guys met up backstage?

Tyler shook his head.

Tyler Kulina: I wasn’t in the mood to talk. If you saw what happened then know why.

Ashley Kulina: Looked like a genuine accident.

Tyler Kulina: (sigha) That may be but I had his back when FTM tried to come for him and his boys. But yet, DT won it all anyhway. I don’t hate the man, but there’s just some things I can’t forgive easily.

Ashley Kuliuna: I guess. Just don’t get caught up in any unresolved feelings. OWA isn’t just the place you found your dad anymore, it’s your career now.

Tyler nodded, heeding his mother’s words.

Ashley Kulina: You’ll get your time to kick him in the balls. Until then, stay focused on this title reign of yours. Ty…I’m proud of you. Just keep at it and who knows how far you’ll go, got it? And next time bring that girlfriend of yours. I’d love to meet her.

Blushing, Ty turned his head away.

Tyler Kulina: Mom…sure. She might be hurt, but I’ll see how she’s feeling , okay?

Ashley Kulina: (sighs) Alright.

Tyler hugged his mother.

Tyler Kulina: Listen mom, I’m going to sit outside for a moment and address my enemies, okay?

Ashley Kulina: (smiles) Go get ‘em, Tiger.

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The camera opens to Tyler Kulina sitting on the steps outside of his house. It was too warm for a hoodie, but he wore a NY Yankees cap on his head, hiding his eyes a little.

“Life is full of unexpected surprises. I did everything I could to prepare for the Clash and if you asked me halfway through that I felt like I really was going to win it all, I would’ve nodded without hesitation. I was in the zone, holding it down the best way I could. Even when Sena was eliminated, I was doing everything in my power to be a pain in the ass to my opps. And just when Raivo’s dumbass least expected it, I nabbed the Outlaw Championship from his grasp. I could’ve walked out of Baltimore as a double champ, but some people can’t control their damn impulses. It’s alright, there. I came through and showed the world that I’m here to stay. It’s my first season and I’ve already secured a title. The goal? To walk into FD with this belt. There are a lot of people who want to get in the way of that and I plan on meeting each and every one of them before this reign ends. Nothing lasts forever, but you can best believe that my reign will be a memorable one. “

Tyler chuckled to himself as he put a chip into his mouth with a smile on his face.

“Know what’s funny? I did a bet with Sena on who my first defense would be, and now my partner owes me five bucks because of course Nate freaking Cage is my first opponent! The ultimate opportunist, the bridesmaid who dreams of being dressed in white beans a crack at The Kid? Aight, so be it then. Actually, Scott Oasis should ask if this is what you really want because you’re the kind of dude to be flip-flopping all over the place. You ran through so many stables I’ve lost count, and somehow you’ve convinced Kenny Drake to reform Wolvesden? Makes sense considering you don’t seem capable of doing anything on your own. Wasn’t you supposed to teach the wrestlers of tomorrow like me? Or were you supposed to run Olympus? No, you want to be taken seriously again! Yes, that’s what it is! I think you’ve spent more time “looking for acceptance” than forging an actual legacy If there’s anything I like about your sister, at least she did the damn thing. Hell, she even has Cloud’s job now. Meanwhile, you walked away from your Olympus responsibilities the first chance you got, and now look! You’re stuck fighting rookies on the midcard! You should be butting heads with the big wigs, instead you waddle around like a shell of your former self. Let me guess - this time it’ll be different, right? This time you’ll use this Outlaw title as a springboard to jumpstart your career, huh!?”

Tyler laughs and shakes his head.

“Nah, fuck that. I’m not letting you get anywhere near my Outlaw Championship. You’ll lose it as quickly as you obtained it. You don’t want to be an Outlaw to prove yourself Cage, you want this belt so you don’t feel left out like a sad kid at the playground who doesn’t get to play with the others. You’re so desperate to get noticed that you’ll use anybody for any purpose. When I send you on your way, I can only hope that you’ll stay away from my title. The line to be made famous is going to be a long one, and I rather move past you as quickly as possible so I can move on to some real threats.”

A strange smile appears on Tyler’s face as he takes some things into consideration.

“I’ll be real, Cage. I know beating you won’t be easy. I know you’re going to walk into this match with a million back up plans. But, it’s not gonna happen, fam. You’re not the only crafty bastard in this business. And the Ls I’ve taken from you and FTM has wisened me for what to expect. There’s nothing I can survive, as long as I believe in myself. You’ll get impatient and even desperate in this match. You’ll be trying to find a wayto screw me, but I’ll be the one fucking you over. That desperation is going to cost you some dire oversight because you underestimate me. You legit think you’re better than me and for that you won’t expect the unexpected. I’m not a one trick pony, a single season jobber, or a one week rando. I’ve been here, taking both wins and lkosses. I’ve been on the grind, even before getting into this business! If anything, I’m even more motivated to make you and everyone else believe in the Kulina Experience. I could go on and keep conveying about how much of a bald bastard you are, but The Kid got shit to do. I’m not going to spend all day waiting around for your bald-headed hoe ass. I have promises to keep, nothing that you know anything about, Cage. Unlike you, I mean what I say and when I say that I’ll be walking into a smake’s den, I mean it. As for Sena himself, he’s allowed to fight for this belt at any time. Be it alklky or enemy I’ll show and prove that I’m the Jim Perdue of the chicken wing style. See you next weekend Cage…you bald bastard.”

Tyler winks at the camera before tuning it off.

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Re: OWA Promos June 26th 2023, 10:15 am by **grandcaster**

Swirling.

His emotions were a continuously swirling whirlwind as he retreated backstage. The words others said to him, his responses back, the movement of his feet. Nothing mattered while his emotions rampaged inside of his chest.

His decision to interfere was impulsive.

He was a newcomer and the war between the Tres Comas Club and World’s Finest was not his concern. His contribution to their squabble began with the six-man match and ended with the victory against the former. As he told Hiyori, either group only became his concern once they got in his way. It should have ended there.

Yet, he still jumped the barricade during the Immortal Heavyweight Championship match.

Neither group got in his way but he was the one who stuck his nose into their business first.

Eventually finding a more secluded area, Tatsuo leaned against the wall as he caught his breath. A dull throbbing pain began to erupt in his head. It’s an excessive pain that doesn’t help in settling down his thoughts; in fact, the longer it persists, the more erratic and chaotic they become until his thoughts are nothing but white noise.

The comment “How bothersome.” is on the tip of his tongue but he never says it. As bile rises in his throat, he learns that it doesn’t fit the situation. The situation was not bothersome. It was beyond that. It was—

Infuriating.

As his vision tunnels, he realizes the truth of the matter. He did not jump the barricade because of pure impulsiveness. He did it out of pure disgust.

He hates cheating.

He was originally a mere observer but there was nothing that so thoroughly got underneath his skin like cheating. He couldn’t stand it.

Regardless of the amount of safety measures, fighting always held a chance of death. Yet, even with that risk, people still decided to fight. The accomplishment of being seen as the best triumphed over any fear of death. All cheating did was rob people of the very thing they sought for.

That achievement! That enjoyment! That thrill!

Why rob someone of that after they’ve thrown their very soul to fate?! It’s disgusting.

His headache worsens.

They really have gotten on his last nerve.

GO TO HELL.

It’s awful. They’re awful.
The ground is hot iron. It’s a frozen plain.
The air is scalding. It’s freezing.
Blisters burst. They bubble.
The body shatters into pieces. It’s crushed into a jelly.
The cold makes his teeth chatter.
The heat dries out his throat as he screams.
The animals tear his flesh to reveal the red of muscle and white of bone.
The guards impale him with fiery spears to sear him.

The suffering repeats. Life is restored. Suffering repeats. Reborn. Slain. Over and over, the human goes through suffering.

Isn’t this painful? To suffer over and over again?

The voice sounded infinite and endless, yet nonexistent and finite. It was beautiful. A flurry of voices that combined into One. A divine voice that could command the entire universe.

Their karma is overflowing. They need to be purged. They are demons. Isn’t that what you want to do? Get rid of them? Beings who go against righteousness deserve nothing less than full punishment.

PURGE THEM.

“Tatsuo?”

Everything reverted to normal. Gone were the images of suffering, gone was the feeling of bodily torment. Instead, he was once again backstage—now staring at what was the concerned gaze of Hiyori. His heart rate slowly calming down, he then opened his mouth.

“Why are you backstage?”

“You let me back here, remember?” She then tilted her head to the left. “You look as if you’ve seen a ghost. Did something happen?”

“...Nothing.” He said dryly as he finally straightened his posture. “Sorry but, I don’t think I can play neutral anymore. If I sit on the sidelines any longer, I’ll puke. I don’t care what happens afterward. I refuse to let this feeling go to waste.”

“Feeling?”

Tatsuo merely frowned. “This feeling of hatred.”

-------
Days later, back in Kyoto, he found out that he had a title match. He was still a newcomer but they were already confident enough to grant him a title shot. Normally, he would feel some sort of smug satisfaction about such an early title shot...but there was nothing.

His opponent soured any chance of happiness. There was a strong chance that the Tres Comas Club would interfere. With the results of the PPV, the group was forced to lick their wounds and they needed to hold onto any leverage of power they had. Tatsuo didn’t care if his matches were brutal but he cared that his matches were fair. Interferences were a black stain and he refused to let his fights be tainted by them.

“Icarus Championship...” He frowned as his nose scrunched up. “Why the hell did they call it that?”

Icarus, the Greek legend of flying too close to the sun. Hubris clouded the eyes of Icarus and his wings melted, sending him plummeting to the sea to drown. Flying too close to the sun, being too ambitious for one’s good...he’s heard it thrown at him more than once.

Perhaps he was flying too close now, having stuck his nose in business that was not his own while he was a newcomer. But—

What good is flying too low?

He wasn’t going to be a newcomer forever. Eventually, he had to stop playing neutral and climb to new heights. Even if it was the sun. Admonish him for climbing higher but he could not be in the deceptively safe area that was above the sea. Not while his hatred surged in a way that it never has before.

“So that’s what it is.”

...A test of ambition. That’s what the belt was.
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OLYMPUS PROMO #1

(The camera displays the inside of a tatami-matted inn room. In the middle of the room, on top of a table surrounded by plates of food, is a cast-iron pot cooking on top of a portable stove. The pot is covered by a lid, its contents unknown to the viewer.)

“How many times have you visited me? One, two, maybe three?”

(The sliding door opens and Tatsuo steps inside of the room. Only wearing a dark blue yukata, he closes the door behind him and sits down in front of the table as the pot continues to cook.)

“Regardless of the amount, it doesn’t matter. I am a benevolent person. No matter how many times you visit me, I’ll greet you each and every time. You have faith in me to answer and faith is at the heart of my ambition.”

(He then picks up a pair of chopsticks and breaks them apart. His tone is still casual.)

“Though, for this visit, you cannot call me Tatsuo. Instead, you will call me Gozu. If that doesn’t work, you can call me Mezu instead. Or King Yama. You can even alternate between them if you like! Anyway...OWA seems out to spoil me. My next match is a title match against the current Icarus champion. That’s impressive, isn’t it? A newcomer pinning the champion in their first PPV match, then getting a title shot right after. I wish I could be happy. But...”

(He stares at the pot. His eyes are cold. Dead. Flat. As his lips border on a sneer, his casual tone disappears.)

“It’s tainted. Even the thought of standing in the same ring as the current champion fills me with disgust. I said it before: I desired to rip the belt from the champion’s hands. But, as much as I said it was my job to punish demons, there was a more important reason why I wanted to defeat you in our match at Clash: Because it would be fun. I love fighting. There’s nothing that brings me more joy than facing others in combat.”

“I want to get stronger. I want to test myself. I want to have fun. I want to get even stronger. But most importantly, I want to learn about my opponent. That’s the beauty of kill or be killed. Through each blow you land and take, you learn about who your opponent is. It’s the greatest thrill, to see how you compare to that person. That’s why I absolutely hate cheaters.”

“What can you learn about a cheater? What thrill can you get from fighting someone so disgusting? NOTHING. I stand above and below the heavens and earth. Why would I waste my time with someone who doesn’t fight me with their true will?”

“That’s why the Icarus title match is tainted: Because I’m fighting a cheater. Cheating during your own match marks you as a spineless coward but cheating during someone else’s match? Robbing them of that pure thrill of defeating an opponent?”

(Slowly, the pot reaches a boil alongside Tatsuo’s anger. It’s as if he’s staring at walking garbage.)

“You bastard, why were you even born? You should end your life so I don’t have to sully my hands with your blood.”

(Just as quickly as it appeared, his icy rage simmers into calmness. He smiles but there is a false warmth to it.)

“Ah, I apologize. That doesn’t suit me. I am a benevolent person and in the end, I simply strive for a simple thing: Righteousness.”

“So, Dampshaw-san, I’ve decided. As a benevolent person, I will show you no mercy during our title match. If you claim to stand atop the mountaintops as an unyielding warrior, then you’ll do everything in your power to fight me alone. You against me.”

“The Icarus Championship is a symbol of ambition. Icarus flew towards the sun, his ambition exceeding his strength, and suffered for it. However, as Icarus, I refuse to fly so close to the sea that my ambition is devoured by stagnation. Our title match is a test of our ambitions and unless you come at me with every ounce of your own will, I WILL beat you.”

(Tatsuo then looks down at the pot as it finally reaches a definite boil. With a satisfied grin, he then grabs onto the handle of the lid.)

“Ah, I was waiting for this to be done. I’ve been waiting to eat this all day. The finest dish in all of Diyu...”

(He pulls the lid off. The pot’s contents are revealed: It’s a hotpot stew...but there is something off about it, such as the deep-red color of the broth and the vegetables cut in the shape of people.)

“My hatred towards cheaters surges endlessly. Isn’t it degrading? To be thrilled that you reached that title by merely filling in a blank position and then to never solidify your strength with a legitimate victory? If it upsets you so badly, fight with everything. If you don’t have the decency to do that, then I’ll kill you and any of your Tres Comas friends who try to interfere. Your karma has marked you for punishment anyway.”

(He then plunges the chopsticks into the broth.)

“So then, with so much karma, I wonder how your spirit will taste through the eyes of an ox or a horse. Perhaps you’ll reach enlightenment through dwelling in their bodies. Hey, still listening? I’ll just give you the summary: I’m the King who will purge the belt of your spirit and send you straight to hell. So long as my hatred surges, I’ll make it true.”

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Re: OWA Promos June 26th 2023, 1:15 am by **Noah Krieger**

KINGDOM— PROMO #1 | DESPISING AN ENEMY.

“The winner of this bout by way of pinfall… AND STILL! THE OWA SPARTAN’S CHAMPION… JASON LONG!

For what felt like an unrealistic eternity, the arena that once found itself consumed by a remarkable amount of energy for this title bout — it quickly transitioned into a code of silence — but only for him. While the rest of the world reacted in a spiteful tone, completely enraged with the result of the aforementioned title bout, Noah Krieger had emphatically tuned out the sound that attempted to surround him, and instead voluntarily or not, he could only focus on one noise in particular — the third thump landing upon the canvas. At this moment, in that particular second, it was abundantly clear what he aimed to accomplish, the dream that he desired to obtain, it was over, seemingly in the blink of an eye. With the inability to return to a vertical base, the struggle to maintain a consistent breath, his heart pumping uncontrollably, it all pointed to an uninspired conclusion. Nonetheless, all he could focus on were the lights above him, the overwhelming feeling of defeat continued to return to his mind, taking over his body — unwilling to allow him to escape. His body was filled with wounds from the previous battle, his eyes almost completely shut from the aftermath, the back of his skull in unimaginable pain from the repeated blows at the targeted area, but still it wasn’t about his well-being, but rather the matter of defeat. As he proceeded to slowly roll over to his stomach, a recognizable voice began to speak directly into his ear.

“As I once said, you aren’t ready, and after tonight — you never will be. This is MY division, and it’s about time you realize, you’re simply living in it.”

It was at this moment, that he could hear something other than his own detrimental thoughts, his own adversary not allowing him to forget this particular defeat is all that could run through his mind — it simply wouldn’t disappear. Even with the warmth pouring down his brow, his attention refused to be diverted from the embarrassment he felt on this given evening, the failure that came each time he looked up to the OWA faithful — and saw the disappointment on their faces. The Spartan’s King continued to rule under an iron-fist — all due to his own failure. He remained frozen, being left as a beaten-down version of a once prideful challenger, one who proved to still be a ‘rookie’, with much left to learn. Nobody forgets their first monumental defeat, and this wasn’t any exception.

With this being said, the camera slowly zooms out from the television screen currently showcasing these past events unfold, and transitions over to the blank expression from Chicago’s Finest. However, it doesn’t take long for it to fade away into a complete sense of rage, as in a matter of moments, he proceeds to lift himself up from the chair he’d been sitting on, and viciously tosses it against the concrete wall on the right side of him. With an undeniable amount of emotions running through his mind, it doesn’t come as a surprise when the color of his face begins to match the tone of his current demeanor. A long road has divided this man from seeking rightful vengeance, carrying his unfortunate defeat on that fateful night, and sharing the squared circle one more time with the individual he despises — and has for almost an entire calendar year at this point. It all leads up to this moment, and he’s fully aware of the opportunity that stands directly in-front of him.

Possibly for the final time.

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“Every single time I manage to succeed, you’re directly behind me attempting to take it away. Every fuckin’ time. “

I refuse to act surprised in this manner, it’s quite clear how you operate, and it’s not simply to succeed — it goes deeper than this, doesn’t it? The tale of your tenure within OWA has been well-documented, as your ability to scavenge from the coattails of others has always been your root to survival, no matter who seemingly suffered in the process — but this isn’t a tale that I can easily relate to. From the earliest point in time, I’ve been taught to create each chapter within my story, and not to rely on others to ensure the conclusion. Whether we’re speaking about the past or present, it simply doesn’t matter, as you’ve managed to prop yourself up, in spite of those who saw a similar measure of success before you. Whether it’s been the likes of individuals such as Alyssa Grace, Havoc, or Micheal Bishop, they all found themselves as participants in your twisted game — where you used them all as a stepping stone — to prop yourself up to the next level of excellence.. It’s about time that you realize the simple fact that whether it’s the aforementioned individuals, or those that surround your conflicted past, the accolades that you’ve managed to obtain have all been propped up by someone else. Looking back on it, similar to their own experiences, I found myself learning the difficult way as well — and I’ve never forgotten it.

You’re a cold bastard, one who’ll do anything to survive amongst the rest. However, I’m a survivor, one who refuses to die, especially at the head of a snake. I vividly remember our previous battle like it just occurred — and it only reminds me every single day of how the cold taste of defeat made me feel, but that’s not where my state of rage remains. My failure to ensure success obviously keeps me awake at night, but witnessing where you’ve led this company since that particular evening is what guarantees that my sleepless nights will continue — you’re a disgrace to this sport. The very profession that I’ve attempted to save from competition who have a similar mindset as you. The world watched on as you successfully found the ability to make your dreams a reality, you captured the one prize that left you wondering if your legacy was warranted — and you let it all slip through your fingertips because there was not a single ounce of care within your soul. All I do is care, it’s all that keeps me sane — keeps me a whole in a world full of doubters. After that, all that remained was desperation, which led you to relying on your true character, as you betrayed the last man who could handle sticking by you — you’re the devil portraying a human being. You’ll do anything to remain at the pinnacle of this industry, but once you begin to slip off the mountain of greatness, there’s no telling how long it’ll be till you’re able to begin climbing once more.

This is your last opportunity, this is the end of the road, Jason.

You once promised that my dreams wouldn’t transform into a reality, that this division would only belong to you — but things have changed. While you’ve been sitting on the sidelines, attempting to rule yet another division, I’ve made this one my own, and I didn’t accomplish all of this for you to return back to where we once left off. I’m not going to stand by and allow you to climb that mountain once again, simply to take what I’ve sacrificed everything to obtain. You once soured the momentum that I’d created by myself, putting an unseasoned rookie to restand carrying on with the reign that officially began when I officially stepped through the door — but that ain’t me — not any longer, not after all I’ve been through. Y’see, the last time we shared the squared circle with one another, you held this division under your forceful grip, very few daring to force your hand, to transform it into their very own — but I did. Backing down from a fight has never been my style, I’m a man of my word, so when I promise for a second time that walking away on the losing side isn’t an option — you better believe it. I’ve never claimed to be immune to defeat, but history won’t repeat itself – and I won’t let it.

This war isn’t selective to the championship that ignited this rivalry in the first place, as you’ve made this personal, which is what you tend to do. There wouldn’t be a trophy case with your name below it without your ability to attract an individual’s nerves, to crawl under their skin, and manifest the issues that are hidden deep within — and you know that. You’ve done it to countless others, and profited due to their ignorance, but allow me to let you in on a little secret, you aren’t taking advantage of me, not when you’re attempting to ruin all that I’ve earned, all that I’ve sacrificed. You might not like to believe it, but I deserve to be a champion. I've learned from every single defeat, and carried those learning lessons to opportunities such as these. So while you’ve decided to sit idly by and take every shortcut imaginable to create a legacy that most are envious of — that isn’t my belief. I’ve earned every single accolade that’s attached to my name. You might believe that it’s acceptable to do the bare minimum, to use those that once loved you — but I ain’t a piece of shit. This line of work is my life, which is why I can claim to be a prideful competitor, one who’ll fight with every ounce of his heart until there’s nothing left to give. As I’ve said before, I’m a survivor, I’ll walk into a with nothing but my fists, and I’ll come out on top in spite of those who believe the exact opposite. Which is why when it came down to it, at Clash Of The Titans — I overcame you, and tossed you over the top rope.

So feel free to remember the paths that we’ve led to our second battle, or how it occurred the first time, but between the two of us, it’s all that keeps you secure. If we’re being completely transparent with one another, you’ve let yourself down numerous times, not allowing yourself to earn back the momentum that was seemingly lost because of one particular individual — and that was you. I’ve proven myself time and time again since our last encounter, because that’s all that I know, I can’t survive knowing that I could’ve become a better version of myself than the previous day — because the fight within me never dies. However, for you, it died the very night you captured the OWA World Heavyweight Championship, as your mission had been completed, you fought to the finish line, and eventually, that spirit caused you to become a shell of your former self. Nonetheless, I’ll never feel the same, my story isn’t close to being finished, the finish line is thousands of miles away — and the journey towards it can only begin once you’re put down.

I’d be lying if I said that I could easily move on.

That isn’t the way that I’ve been taught to operate, I’ve been taught to rely on my will to survive — mainly due to how those that brought me into this world only knew the likes of manipulation. That isn’t me, I’ve always desired to be better, which is why I’ve fought to become a champion, but I won’t be able to feel like one until I prove to myself that I can defeat you. For me, this is a chance at justified redemption, against the one man that refuses to be erased from my memory, which is why this is the only way. With no rules to keep the two of us apart, there won’t be anything to halt the opportunity to ensure that this time, no matter what, I save this division, this promotion from you.

Spartan’s King is no more, not as long as Chicago’s Finest is watching over this company.

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Re: OWA Promos June 23rd 2023, 4:06 pm by **RAMBEAUX**

Was it worth it?

The constant test of trial and error, he questioned himself time and time again if it was all worth fighting through. Any chance that he could to push it aside, he did. However, the pressure was put back onto him again, especially considering that he thought that he was done with the sport of wrestling. Marcé pondered on the thought of returning, wondering if this was a final chance to redeem himself or show the world how much of a fluke he was to begin with, proving the point of just how much of a flop he might’ve been.

Marcé had been at home in Metz for quite some time now, trying to process everything that’s happened over the past couple of weeks, if not months, and trying to keep his mind off of the whole sport of professional wrestling as a whole. Though, the recent reveal of his next booking back in America has left him a little bit dumbfounded by the news, unsure as to why they might need him back at all. Marcé had been greeted by a guest in his home, identity unknown for the time being, but it seemed clear of their intentions of making sure Marcé goes back.

“Why bring me back there?”

He began to question the person in front of him, unseen to the camera but their voice was heard.

“I have faith in what I see before me.”

“Haven’t I made enough of an embarrassment to myself over the past couple of months? Making promises that I couldn’t even keep, underperforming when it mattered the most. Is that the kind of faith that you see before you?”

Marcé began to shake their head, their head slowly resting down on his index and middle finger. The figure in front of them still couldn’t be seen clearly, but we do see their silhouette. Their hands gestured toward the man in front of them.

“My boy, you have something that I don’t think many have. You’ve got the kind of power that so many could wish they can have. Only so few could possess what you can find control over. If you give yourself the time needed to find it in you, I think you can become an unstoppable monster – that was what you imagined yourself to be in the first place now, right?”

It was, but he didn’t feel like that at this very moment. The man had a strong point, however. He needed the time, he’s been given enough time to clear his mind and work on himself, a few more days to think it through and finally work on the comeback. This was the moment he needed to see through, the moment he needed to find himself again, tap back into the monster he was meant to be.

“If you can promise me that, then I want back in. But if nothing goes right again, don’t come back looking for me when I disappear again. You’ll simply be wasting your time.”

“I’m glad we’ve found some kind of an agreement, my boy. Don’t you worry bout a thing, I have the perfect gauntlet to throw right at you, you’ve just got to trust on my word and I will make sure that you’ll become the man you were so destined on being, that those mentors of yours were so destined on creating you to being, and you’ll find your immortality along the way.”

The man’s words were intriguing to hear, the kind of gauntlet to be put through is exactly how he plans on coming back strongly, if he could make it to the very end without taking the loss. Marcé leaned forward with much interest shown along his face, a half-smile growing as he spoke.

“Give me whatever you can. I will run through anyone with ease.”

“Exactly what I wanted to hear.”

The only question that remained was simple, what kind of gauntlet was going to come?

—

For a while now I questioned to myself if I was done, if I had tapped out and thought about just putting up the boots because of one failed run – the problem being that I wasn’t going to down in a blaze of despair and embarrassment, that’s not the man that I was born to be, trained to be, created to be.

I’m much different than that.

Having been approached and told to come back, I knew that there was some importance to see me back in the ring here on Olympus. Someone wanted to see what can be done and what can be shown, someone wanted to find that Hate Bred War Machine that was once promised but never saw the light of day. Nobody can understand the amount of thought that was put into coming back here, nobody can understand how much physical pain was pumped through my body to make sure I got back and ready to be what was destined to be, and nobody can understand how much anger rushes through my veins since those losses have stacked up on me time and time again—eventually, someone would have to pay the toll.

For once, I have a drive again. I have a desire again. I have motivation, passion, and a fucking hunger to kill anyone on sight. It is hard to accept the losses to your name but none of those need to be mattered right now, a moment of the past that will be left alone, this is all about one thing. Not redemption of any kind but immortalization. The one thing that I have always destined myself on achieving was becoming immortalized and that does not stop for anything. Having trained with some of the toughest fighters in Japan on an excursion over there, I knew that they did not want to see me give up for anything because of very little losses to my short career, they would have slapped me around and punished me for thinking like an ill-minded idiot. That kind of punishment on the excursion taught me a few things. I brought it with me in remembrance when I began to think about leaving, quitting for good, and seeing myself ride off into the sunset with nothing to remember my own name by.

No more of that. The punishment that is handed out is to those that have tested me one too many times. If it weren’t for names like Wraith and C leaving and never appearing again, I would’ve been happy enough to release hell on earth for them, or as some might say, get it back in blood. Though, that never came to fruition. Nobi is our Immortal Heavyweight Champion, an eye will be kept on him in the future. But I need something more, something strong to get me started on the war path chosen to come back to. A simple gauntlet would have to suffice, though, I never expected it to have been just one man with the name of “gauntlet”. Not particularly keen on the fact that someone by the name of Golden Gauntlet is here but I’ve seen worse names being chosen to be represented by, this doesn’t phase me in the slightest.

Would anyone care to explain what exactly a Golden Gauntlet might be? Nobody? Not a single person at all wants to explain it? Honestly, I didn’t think so. I didn’t think anyone at all could’ve found a way to properly explain what a Golden Gauntlet might be, what even got you that name to begin with, or what you bring to an already high table. Your name shows some high value but what about you proved yourself to be much of a gauntlet? I would begin to assume it’s because of the six foot and seven inch height you’ve got compared to many, maybe that two hundred and ninety-five pound weight difference you’ve got compared to so many, but is that all we can be worried about? Is that all that I can be worried about the most?

I couldn’t care less for the fact that you’re a supposedly gifted natural of strength and prowess, from what I’ve heard about you. I couldn’t care less for the mask that you hide behind either, there’s nothing to your name that speaks volumes. The same could be said for me, of course, but you’re walking into the unknown – being the unknown yourself – and already trying to hold your own high praise with golden namesakes and much more history of your childhood which nobody really seems to care about at all. I shouldn’t begin to care any more for someone who is only here for validation and attention, the only person who should be upheld with the vast amount of vanity to shine should be me. Nobody’s name should be immortalized more than mine, nobody’s name should be upheld more than mine, and facing you inside of that ring? It’s not going to prove how far you can climb, it’ll show how far you can fall.

You can begin to claim anything about yourself, I couldn’t care less for a real-life Superman. You begin to pull on the cape long enough and you begin to see just how much their words mean, how much truth is behind the man, and just how much they’ve shown to be ready for a fall into obscurity. A golden gauntlet would mean having to run through as many men as possible, tasked with the endurance to withstand multiple battles, but this one is nothing short of a quick five minute round with a man almost willing to claim himself as a superhuman. There’s no need for fairytale heroes or villains, Golden. Just a void of nothing, ready to swallow whole anyone who’s dumb enough to fall through. I can send you there, help you find yourself and be gone from this ridiculous idea that’s popped up in your head. By all means, I’m ready to bring you through.

Only if you can manage to survive long enough.

DT The Ruler, Chad Ecclestone and Tyler Kulina have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 22nd 2023, 1:25 pm by **RexMaddox**

Quote :: (Credit to Darkane for the graphic.)

The room was dark and surrounded by a defining silence. A microscopic, singular light bulb was set up in the middle of the room, but it only illuminated a small portion. In the immediate distance, we could see a man parading back and forth in his seat. With only the left side of his face lit up, we could see the barbarous grin exposed to the camera setup. It was a matter of minutes before he chose his moment to interact.

[Shadowed Man] - You thought you heard the last of me. You thought when the clash was done, I would whimper away, suffering my defeat. I know what happened that night was devastating. I knew what happened wasn't going to happen again. I made my bed and deteriorated from my own mistakes. I thought it was going to be a cakewalk. An easy-night boy was sadly mistaken. I learned a lot about myself that night. I also learned that my violent tendencies would never be diminished.

Taking a deep breath. He exhaled as the lightbulb flickered, and we got a glimpse of his face. It was Maddox who was coming off a warpath of a debut match. Speaking with such conviction, he continued on with the conversations.

[Maddox] - I have always been the type of individual who admires adversity. I may be an outcast and have social anxiety, but that's what makes me a unique person. I am not going to sit here and dwell on my past but look towards the future. I still have a lot of conflict and carnage left inside my mind and soul. I still have a lot of resentment that has been building over the short time that has passed.

His nostrils flared up as he spoke, and his eyes intensified. He had chaotic hair, like he hadn't slept in a few days, but he continued to speak.

[Maddox] - I must have opened the eyes of the viewership. I have been given a new motive, a new mission, and a new priority. I need to shift my focus to someone I loathe. You see, matching me up against Chad Eccelstone is a mistake.

Tapping his fingers on his knees, you could see the cuts and scars that had been left. The amount of suffering a match like the clash puts on the body is like no other.

[Maddox] - As far as I can tell, everyone likes the man named Chad. To be honest, I fucking hate you. I want you to understand that I will make you suffer and enjoy doing so. This time we come face-to-face, there won't be twenty-nine other guys to worry about. Just the two of us are scheduled to square off in my ring. I have seen guys like you come and go. Entitled and privileged, expecting the world to envy you. I would rather be referred to as the misfit of professional wrestling than be labelled a prick like yourself.

Chuckling manically before he stood up from his seat. You could hear the sound of metal gliding against the concrete. Flashing a memorable commodity into the camera, we can see the same bat wrapped with barbed wire. This bat was the exact one he used in the clash.

[Maddox] - You have a date of inevitability at Kingdom. I have been itching and waiting for a moment to swing this bat once again. Don't make me do it Chad.

Still standing tall, he shouted into the camera.

SHATTERING YOUR RIBS WOULD BE ENTERTAINING.

He closed his eyes for a moment of silence, remembering that night. The overwhelming emotions he had when he walked down the ramp with a shopping cart full of weapons.

[Maddox] - No one was prepared or expected me to bring the violence instantly. I tried to warn them in advance, but no one wanted to listen. Do you hear me now? Everyone thought I was going to walk down the ramp and get tossed out. They thought I would be one and done—come and go. Let me ask you something. How many hearts stopped beating when I launched Aria Jaxton out of that ring? The only thing I regret is giving her even a slim chance to come back in. If I had it my way, I would have made sure she couldn't stand or walk. I don't give a shit if her husband or kid was right there watching.

An arrogant smirk broke out in his facial expression. Thinking about his irregular mind brought a smile to his face.

[Maddox] - It should be very apparent by now that I lack apathy for others. No one is considered safe when I am around or involved. No one is able to sleep or turn the corner knowing I am hanging around. I bring apprehension to each and every single person I come into contact with.

The camera had shifted around to see enough light to distinguish a cage sitting in the middle of the room on a table. Upon closer inspection with the little light source we had, we could see something running around inside it. Using his right hand, he pointed in the direction of the cage before he angrily spoke.

[Maddox] - Just like this rodent we have here pissing and shitting inside his own home. Running around frantically and scared, with nowhere to hide. You see, Chad, the two of you have similarities in that sense. Kingdom, there will be nowhere for you to camouflage yourself other than face-to-face with the madman himself.

STAND WITH ME AND SUFFER.

Reaching his hand out, he started banging against the side of the cage, agonizing the rodent inside. Watching it intently as he roamed around in fear, he had a large smirk on his face as he flashed his teeth.

[Maddox] - Movements are a little unpredictable and erratic. It's very fascinating. The clash may be over, but the scar will always remain. I walked back up that ramp with my head down, knowing my chances were over that night. It was not out of disappointment, it was not out of defeat; it was out of frustration. I already knew I had the chance to walk away a champion, but I let my appetite for brutality get in my way. I took my eyes off the nightmare ending I wanted, and it allowed DT to gain his fairytale ending. I wasn’t shocked by the outcome; I was more or less pissed off with it. That night propelled DT into a quest for stardom. That night also propelled me into a world of greed and animosity. I will do anything to get back into the championship picture in OWA and regain glory.

Walking around the cage, he made his way back to his seating arrangement from earlier. Snapping his head forward towards the camera, he raised his eyebrows in anger and spoke in a raspy voice.

[Maddox] - Let’s talk a little bit more about Chad. You thought this year would be your year, didn’t you? You thought this would be the time Chad would be crowned the winner of the clash and move on to bigger and better things. I hate to break it to you, but you are standing in the same shithouse as the rest of us.

With his face still in front of the camera, he begins to punch himself a few times in the face until he is busted open. With blood trickling down the side of his face and dripping to the floor beneath him, he continues to speak.

[Maddox] - The pain and violence don’t bother me. The adrenaline that courses through my veins is an admirable feeling. No matter how many times I bleed, how many times I hurt, I will always get back up. I won’t make this personal. I have decided to keep business as usual. Let me walk to the wrestling ring and cause bloodshed. Walk away with the victory and commute back to my shadowed room. You see, you are not the big fish in the pond. Chad is a minnow, to be exact. I am chasing the bigger and better superstars who reside here in OWA, and you are just the warm-up. There is no real threat coming from you.

Putting his hand to his head, he wiped the blood all over his palm and knuckles. Bringing his hand down, he stared at the metallic substance with a look in his eyes like no other. His smile grew into a more established expression.

[Maddox] - I want you to remember this blood, Chad. The only difference is that next time it won’t be my blood soaked on these hands. It will be yours. I want you to understand that for me to succeed, you need to fail. This may only be my second match in OWA, but the proving grounds start at this explicit moment.

Standing up from his seat one last time, he walks to the camera, which shows nothing but his blood covered face. With his eyebrows still raised and a smirk on his face, he states.

[Maddox] - This match isn’t going to be your typical, conventional singles competition. On this night, Chad will walk away from the kingdom as a distinctive individual. Broken and sore, he will finally understand why he was warned not to get on my dreadful side. Just like the way you beg for the attention of social media. I also know you plan to expose the unsafe dangers of head trauma. Once I hit you over the head with my bat, maybe you could find out. It doesn’t take a jackass like you, who, may I add, has zero doctoral degree, to know any blunt force trauma to the head isn’t beneficial. If you want to expose the real truth and stories, look within yourself. A clout chasing media whore who thinks he has credibility inside this industry can be considered a douchebag, but it’s douchebags like yourself who give it a bad name. Why anyone would want to shake this man's hand or collect an autograph is beyond me. You have done nothing but try to expose the sport that has accepted you and try to burn it to the ground. Guys like you don’t exist in this industry, guys like you get tortured for the things you do.

He closed his eyes for a moment as he was still up close and in front of the camera. After taking a deep breath, he continues on.

[Maddox] - I repudiate you for everything you stand for. If you want to hang back, break the locker room code, and snitch on the superstars around you, You must be willing to suffer the consequences and repercussions of it. I will gladly be the superstar who cracks your skull for the bullshit you speak.

With an echoing laugh, he winks into the camera. Moving back a few feet from the camera, he holds his thumbs down into the camera, clearly visible for Chad and the rest of the world to see. After a few moments of silence, the scene fades to nothing but black and static.

TBC.

DT The Ruler and Felix Hartley have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 21st 2023, 6:13 pm by **Krysis**

Song of Krysis
Devi Krysis vs. April Song | Odyssey XCII #1

Last night at OWA Clash of The Titans OWA Exclusive. Camera focused on Devi in her casual wear carrying her bags as Jovana Slater caught up with Devi.

Jovana Slater: Excuse me Devi.

Devi stopped as she saw Jovana.

Jovana Slater: You had an opportunity to win the Women's Clash of The Titans and go to Final Destination V. But it seems that didn't work in your favor as the Bodyguard of the OWA Spark Champion Bethany Hastings PhD, Leona eliminated you out of the match, you think it was planned out for Bethany to send Leona to eliminate you or just mind games.

Jovana raises her mic towards Devi as she starts speaking.

Devi Krysis: *sigh* Jovana…Final Destination V is always my main goal headed to Women's Clash of The Titans. I say that I'll dedicate my win to my father. I want him to make sure that her daughter wins this match. I want him to see Discus Devi headline Final Destination V taking on Diantha Rosso and take the OWA Women's World Championship from her!

Devi grips her anger as she continues speaking.

Devi Krysis: But I failed Jovana. I. Fucking. Failed! I let my father down because Bethany Hastings PhD's bodyguard eliminates me. And yeah probably I said some shit to Bethany that made her bodyguard Leona show up. You know what? Maybe she's right, Jovana. Maybe I'm all talk, and maybe use some realism, but at the end of the day I should be in the final four in the Women's Clash of The Titans, not her. Now I feel like Bethany Hastings PhD is laughing right now and I bet she felt really proud of Leona.

Jovana Slater: Speaking of OWA Spark Championship, it seems that title means everything to you during your time as LAW Lethal Sparks Champion, but it seems that you don't like Bethany Hastings PhD holding that title.

Devi Krysis: I DON'T! The fact that she's holding that Championship makes me sick my stomach and disgrace the good name of Brody Sparks! And I'm gonna be the one who will bring the spark back home where it belongs, because my main event dreams of Final Destination V may be over but my Road to Final Destination V and OWA Spark Championship is just beginning! Now if you excuse me Jovana is about to head out to the airport and fly over to Japan for Pro Wrestling Shine.

Jovana Slater: Okay good luck Devi!

As Jovana is done interviewing Devi, as Devi walks away from the camera as it fades black.

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Baltimore/Washington International Thurgood Marshall Airport
4:12pm
Present Day

Devi sitting down waiting for her flight as she put on headphones as she started speaking.

Feels really disappointing now isn't it? The moment you dedicate your match at Women's Clash of The Titans to your father, is the moment that you let your father down. Why? Because of someone's bodyguard of a champion like Bethany Hastings PhD who doesn't have a spark when you hold the OWA Spark Championship! And it really bothers me that Bethany being in the final four in the Women's Clash of The Titans and not me really does set the tone of pissing me off! Now my Final Destination V Main Event ambition is dashed for now, but my Road to Final Destination V lies with the OWA Spark Championship! So hopefully Bethany I'll be using my pent up rage on your bodyguard Leona for eliminating me and my Main Event destiny. But now at Odyssey XCII it's all about me vs. April Song!

And I gotta say….

…We knew that you and I were going to cross paths! One way or the other, because our careers are going in different paths, both of us are former OWA Goddess Champions, we both held different Championships at Lethal Angels of Wrestling, you held the LAW Lethal Angels Championship, you became the longest reigning LAW Lethal Specialist Champion! Hell you're the only person that beat Sweet Roxy and ended her 574 day reign as Lethal Angels Champion something that I never did before. While I debuted that company in the biggest ppv in LAW history won the battle royal and became the first ever Lethal Spark Champion and I had to defend against the opponents, because I'm the kinda person that opens opportunities for everyone. And yeah even though after all your accomplishments there's so much that I want to learn from you, Emmanuelle, and even your mentor Carlo Rosso! But this is the part where accomplishments don't mean shit when you and I are going one on one. You see I do questionable things over my career, April.

Some of them…most stupidity.

Like back before Civil War when I lost NAMI and vow not to trust no one in Odyssey and somehow it worked! But you're on the right side of Jeff X and Thotline until you slam Chris Sabretooth with the chair and backstab everyone in the Thotline, all because Hana Nakajima was possessed by HAVOC back then. And there backs against the walls who's the one that Jeff X asked for help when he needed the most huh? It was me! Jeff asked me to take your place after you turned your against them. Now just because HAVOC is no more, and the Great War is done doesn't mean you're not off the hook, you're still on thin ice with me. I've been on my winning ways after Civil War, beating Jessica Rose, Freya Vittoria Cunningham, Eleni Angelos and even Aaliyah Landerson 3 times that I had to put up with that El Landerson's ungrateful daughter. And I'll continue my winning ways before the Final Destination V, so April Song I be advised that I don't go easy on you and you don't go easy on me. Will fight to our heart's content, but the only way you're gonna survive is by ground and pound you or tap and snap! So April good luck and I'm looking forward to fighting you because soon you'll never forget the name of…

Discus Devi F'n Krysis!

And Bethany Hastings PhD hope you'll be watching this match because this'll be you and this'll be your bodyguard Leona as well.

Scene fades black

DT The Ruler and Felix Hartley have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Jupe vs. Thot Promo #1 June 21st 2023, 4:20 pm by **Big_Baker_Brand**

“Sure, i’ll take an easy rep.”

Enter: a backstage area of some arena, somewhere around the globe. Leaning haphazardly against one side of an armchair, cigarette between the lips, is Jupiter King. Jupe’s not got much in the way of aggressive body language or a drive for victory in this moment-she simply is. She pops the disposable lighter free from her jacket pocket as she continues speaking.

“I’m not the kinda girl that’s gonna come in here an’, oh, I dunno, bitch about a lack of a difficult first opportunity. I’ve gotta establish myself, right? Gotta take what I can get when I can get it an’ smash a broad’s head in if that’s what’s gonna get me seen, if that’s what’s gonna get me noticed. Things’re hectic in this moment, an’ I wanna take any opportunity I get in both open hands without bitchin’ an’ choke the life out of it ‘til I can’t choke no more free. Y’get me? Are you picking up what i’m putting down, Jamie? ‘Cause I can put it into simpler words if that syphilis-addled brain of yours can’t fuckin’ comprehend it.

What I’m sayin’ is, simply, you ain’t much in the way of work for me. I’d say it’s not your fault, that you’re still new, but someone’s clearly had a sick fuckin’ laugh on your behalf because they put a real bonafide motherfucker up against someone who wants to strap on some lingerie an’ roll around in the ring ‘til she gets bored an’ her five minutes expire, an’ then she wants to get goin’. Hell, I imagine when this card news dropped, you planned on doin’ exactly that fuckin’ thing, dippin’ out before business got too heavy an’ leavin’ ol’ Jupe high an’ dry in the middle of a dance, right? I don’t matter to you-I don’t think much does, from a cursory glance, judgin’ by your last performance an’ seein’ how you’re tailor-made to be the next bitch that ‘Becca Filth fucks an’ then tosses off the high rise into the pool waitin’ below-but I’m gonna matter to you comin’ up, an’ I’m gonna show you what commitment looks like, to run into someone that you can’t walk away from because they’d chase you to the ends of the fuckin’ Earth if that was what it took to get their hands on ‘ya.

That’s me, bitch.

And honestly, it ain’t about you bein’ you, it’s about the luck of this whole fuckin’ thing, the systematic gears that ground to a halt to dump you into my waitin’ lap an’ fed you straight into my waitin’ maw. It ain’t about anything you’ve done or anything you haven’t done-although I’d encourage you to get your shit out of the way an’ get your affairs in order in the next few weeks, who knows what’ll happen after that-but rather just that you’re a girl in the wrong place at the wrong time. Ol’ Cool Hand’s still a new hand around here, some’ll see me as greener than goose shit considerin’ this is the biggest money contract I’ve inked, and some’ll see me ripe for manipulation, for embarrassment. Some’ll want to crush me down before I fuckin’ get anywhere, out of fear that one day I’ll leap out my goddamn skin an’ come out swingin’. I gotta show ‘em that that ain’t right, that I might only be in this for the cash an’ the gold an’ the gore an’ the girls-but i’m damn well fuckin’ in it, an’ I’m not about to stumble over my own two feet right out the gate.

That brings me right back t’you, babe.

I’m eyein’ you up for what you are-piece of meat with all your bits on display, tryin’ to wave ‘em around like a fuckin’ animal in heat, tryin’ to come in an’ mate an’ make somethin’ new an’ ugly in this industry. You want to bring back an old era that’s since passed us by, since all of us girls just want to get bloody an’ beat seven shades out of one another? You want to usher back in the days where we had to tussle in the fuckin’ mud? Now, I’m no gold star feminist, but that don’t seem ideal. I’m a bit old fashioned in the way that I prefer to take people by the fuckin’ hair an’ introduce ‘em to the heel of my boot if they decide to fuck around an’ mouth off the wrong way. I’m the kinda guy who wants to take every bastard who crosses ‘em an’ break their teeth out on the fuckin’ asphalt, who wants to mangle someone so bad that the next five bastards who were even considerin’ it take a few moments to consider, then a few steps back, an’ they fuckin’ walk away. I’m the kinda guy who doesn’t walk away from a fuckin’ fight, no matter how pointless it feels, because I’m not afraid to catch a fuckin’ charge if it means that I’ll be beatin’ the piss out of someone who deserves to have the goddamn piss beaten out of ‘em!

Only change here, in between these ropes, is that I can’t catch a charge no matter how bad I fuck you up. I mean, hell, have you seen what some of these bastards do to each other? Have you seen the way that so many of these motherfuckers ‘cross these shows have dropped dead in the ring? Shit’s really going wild out here, but all that means for us is that we’re gonna have to put on a show to impress the folks who’re used to seein’ death an’ destruction in vast numbers. We’re gonna have to really put our whole fuckin’ ass into it-somethin’ that I’m sure you’re gonna have trouble doin’, because you couldn’t give a wet fuck about this whole thing anyway-but don’t worry. Dancin’ with a partner who ain’t interested might be a bit harder, but it ain’t impossible, and if I’ve gotta drag you from pitch to post an’ knock your ass around on everythin’ the whole way through, I’ll do just fuckin’ that.

Because, an’ let me be clear here, let me put this in words that you can understand.

I’m going to beat the shit out of you, an’ I’m gonna look great doin’ it.

It’s really just a sentence for you to have been fuckin’ put in front of me, an action you’ll be feelin’ the consequences of long after you roll out of the ring at the end of the night, an unfair commitment that someone put you up for, but one nonethe-fuckin-less. You’re gonna come in here, an’ you’re gonna do what you do, an’ it ain’t gonna matter, ‘cause I’m coked up like Wall Street half the fuckin’ time an’ I’m barely gonna feel whatever you do to me. You’re gonna throw your ass at me or try an’ toss me around, try an’ stay alive, and it’s not gonna matter. Once I get my fill, once I look great, I’m gonna smash your face into the goddamn ground, smash my fist into the aforementioned face, an’ roll you to your shoulders an’ hold you down ‘til we’re both satisfied an’ I can move on. You might think this sounds like a fuckin’ luxury, but it’s far from it-because the leadup to that is gonna be one of the worst fuckin’ nights of your life.

Bet on that.

I’m well aware that I’ve stepped through OWA’s doors at an…interestin’ time, to say the least. Whole of the goddamned roster’s got plans to execute an’ gold to win an’ blood to spill, but that don’t mean that I’m content to leave my stomach empty an’ wait for opportunity to come knockin’. I’m comin’ in hot, an’ I’m plannin’ on draggin’ myself to that big golden door an’ knockin’ til I annoy whoever’s on the other end an’ they answer. I’m well aware that those in this industry who simply take what waits for ‘em don’t make it to the finish line, don’t make it fuckin’ far at all-they sputter out an’ they burn an’ they fuckin’ collapse waitin’ to receive glory that’s not comin’. I’m not content to do that, no, not willin’ to wait for some old motherfucker to decide that it’s my time when i’m broken down an’ beat to shit an’ nearly dead. I’m gonna come for what I want, when I want it.

An’ it starts in just a few days.

But, sure, Jamie-you want to be my first? You wanna step in my way an’ prepare to eat all that the War Machine’s got to offer?

Then yeah, I’ll take an easy rep.”

With her monologue complete, Jupe finally flicks her lighter and torches her cigarette, inhaling and letting a plume of smoke drift free from her nose and mouth, cracking a sneer and a wink at the camera-before we fade to black.

DT The Ruler and Felix Hartley have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Final Address - Clash of The Titans #3 June 9th 2023, 12:18 am by **Krysis**

Final Address
Clash of The Titans #3

Scene opens with Devi walking with her bags at the airport about to fly over to Japan for Pro Wrestling Shine first ppv event Cosmic Dreams when she is about to be in the 6-Women Tag match against The Standard before her Women's Clash of The Titans match.

While I'm about to fly out to Japan for my match at Pro Wrestling Shine this weekend, I want to–well, let's just say a final address before the Women's Clash of The Titans. For years since I been in OWA I've been nothing but a punching bag for all your favorite wrestler from the Odyssey, I've been nothing but a nobody and got cheered for all these people even I lose matches and big opportunities, I've been getting laughed on, picked on by everyone, HELL! My ass got sent to the hospital! AND I'M! STILL! STANDING! I'm still around fighting! And the most important crime of them all…

….

….

…My friends stabbed me in the back! And that's not the first time! ask Azurine Vebbins, and ask NAMI! And I vowed to trust no one just like I gonna trust no one in the Women's Clash of The Titans, cause it's every fucking woman for themselves, and I'll eliminate each and every one of these bitches that gets between me and my DESTINY! and that destiny is the OWA Women's World Championship match at Final Destination V! I've been on a mini winning streak for the past few weeks and surviving the Great War at Civil War, and the problem is that when I'm in ppvs like Clash of The Titans, I can't win the big one. I! CAN'T! WIN! A! FUCKING! BIG! ONE!!! And it bothers me because people in Odyssey achieve greatness, and of course me winning the OWA Goddess Championship and having an embarrassing short reign, I've failed to capture the Openweight Championship and unify the LAW Lethal Sparks Championship. And the Sparks was not there with me since I lost that Championship, now that I had a chance to turn this fortune around when I had my chance of glory, my chance at the OWA Women's World Championship, my chance at the main event at Final Destination V!

Thotyssey, I've been hating there guts at the very beginning, SHIT! it bothers me that Rebecca Filth and Felix Hartley already had an opportunity of glory and they became champions! Rebecca I love you but I'm sorry, but this isn't your fucking night, your time is already over! Yeah, yeah last year you won The Women's Clash of The Titans and headline Final Destination IV. You'll not be like that shitty OWA Women's World Champion Diantha Rosso winning your second one. And when I think about what you said..and you're right training won't help me fight, I'm need to get out of my obscurity start focusing on my surroundings had my mental fortitude, my drive, my endurance, EVERYTHING! that has been missing for years for me, now I wondered why I couldn't beat Felix on several occasions! I felt ashamed of myself seeing you and Felix getting success, 30% of people who I fought like Aaliyah Landerson the troubled child of El Landerson and Freya Vittoria Cunningham! 70% of people that I couldn't beat which includes you Felix Hartley, and Angelina Magnum which by the way she never held a OWA Women's World Championship, does that mean that she can win the whole Clash? That's a big maybe cause you Felix and Filth have always been an attention whore in a good way. But there's only 10% chance of people who'll win the Women's Clash of The Titans, AND I'M THAT FUCKING 10%! So Felix you can compete in this year's Women's Clash of The Titans but you won't, and I mean YOU WON’T get another chance at the OWA Women's World Championship and neither as Filth!

Bea Havertz is living in fantasy land, thinks that she can win the Women's Clash of The Titans. She's nothing but a $1.50 Muscle Barbie Doll cunt that she is not ready to take on the big matches, and big stages like Clash of The Titans, I mean who the fuck invite this Barbie looking cunt in this match? Does she ever have a goal going in this match? NO! Does she have any game plan or strategy going into this Women's Clash of The Titans? ABSOLUTELY NOT! she's a joke and a pathetic waste of talent who doesn't know where her mindset is. You know what else who doesn't have a mindset after being possessed by HAVOC?

I'll tell you who…

Hana Nakajima, not gonna lie she's already felt guilty about herself and what she did. This whole HAVOC thing was totally her fault, she put everyone, EVERYONE in danger including her husband, Chris Sabretooth! And let's face it, part of me is saying that I had every right to be angry cause I couldn't be an Omega Heavyweight Champion at Clash of The Titans last year because of HAVOC! I couldn't beat you for the Omega Heavyweight Championship because of HAVOC! Everytime I see you in the ring HAVOC follows you! And now you're free from that demon. I can't turn back the clock and get back the OWA Goddess Championship, the damage is beyond repair.

Bethany Hastings PhD, The Donald Trump of Odyssey, talks about greed, and spreading propaganda nonsense. Which really made me sick to my stomach, just like you're holding the OWA Spark Championship! You're making me sick, you making Brody Sparks look bad on you bringing politics to that Championship! When I was a LAW Lethal Spark Champion I treated the title with honor and prestige and took all comers, you Bethany don't have an ounce of honor wearing that Championship, you don't have any prestige with that Championship! And it spits of the goddamn face of Monica Vaughn, and Brody Sparks herself! And I'm supposed to thank you for beating Felix? You're fucking delusional, just like your OWA Spark Championship reign is a joke. Has much you given me a lecture of me being a failure maybe you sure lecture your own self, hell maybe you sure lecture to Alyssa Grace?

Because ever since I came around I've had nothing but respect for her, she got my back against Skylar Arceneaux and her cronies, and she was the reason that I got an opportunity for the Omega Heavyweight Championship! SHE DID ALL OF THAT! but after a few months something must have snapped inside her after betraying Liz Karlson, which by the way prayed for her recovery. I hope that I come by the hospital to check up on you. I'm still wondering why you do it? You two were the dominant team. You grabbed The Women's Tag Division by the balls, and what happened? You stabbed Liz in the back and part of me is anger, an anger that I'll come back to! You don't tug Superman's cape, you don't shit in the wind, you don't stab your partner in the fucking back! And I had suffered the same fate with Azurine Vebbins and NAMI and I vowed to trust no one, but you Alyssa Grace it's different. And you're right this is your big opportunity but that opportunity will be squander you already have your time as Champion, this is mine time and I'm gonna make sure that I'm gonna inflict so much pain just like you did to Liz Karlson!

My Goddess Champion, Marie you got good things going now you're holding that Championship, but I don't see it pulling a major upset in this Clash, we all missed Violet Cunningham but if I tell her up in the Heavens that your former partner won the OWA Goddess Championship but fall short in the Women's Clash of The Titans! I already respect you when we fought side by side at the Great War, your blood is already stained with Violet Cunninghams! We all got battle scars but we got to fight and survive on our own! For the sake of Violet, you won't win! No magic and sorcery won't help in this Clash! Everyone has a golden ticket, everyone has their dreams and desires to go after OWA Women's World Championship and headline Final Destination V, but unfortunately…every fortune has misfortunes and all of you ladies better look in the rear view mirror with your deepest despair and your falling desire when you look at me, you look at the arena and there's one person remain standing in that ring pointing that Final Destination V sign knowing that I'm gonna be the one winning this year's Women's Clash of The Titans not Rebecca Brookes, Not Thotyssey, Not April Song, Not Hana Nakajima, Not Bethany Hastings PhD, Not
Bea Havertz, Not Aaliyah Landerson, and not the rest of the ladies in this Women's Clash of The Titans that couldn't handle me in that ring so good luck trying to get me out. Because you won't have your time, this is my moment, and moment belongs to….

DISCUS DEVI F'N KRYSIS!

This is my Clash Of The Titans Final Address. So Diantha Rosso and Skylar Arceneaux hope that you're watching closely because this is gonna be one of you at Final Destination V!

Matsuda and Felix Hartley have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 9th 2023, 12:00 am by **Sayla**

Her phone went off again, a muffled buzzing coming from between the cushion of her couch and her ass. But like the last fifteen times it buzzed, she was going to ignore it. She didn’t want to talk to that woman right now. Not this early in the morning. She just woke up from her… She looked over at the clock, and realized she only got maybe two hours of sleep after finishing the drawing she had been working on since yesterday morning.

“Not answering you Rin til you either apologize or you compliment me.”

Ruri said, as she leaned forward onto her fight stick and continued to stomp a wifi warrior in Guilty Gear.

Kazuya Kuzunoha apparated in front the door to the restroom and floated over to the kitchen, haggard as if he spent the past night drinking. He reaches up and brushes the hair from his face as he floats over behind his daughter.

“Do you know what time it is young lady?”

“Nope.”

“Did you even get any sleep?”

He asks shaking the sleep from his face and yawning.

“Nope. Spent it drawing…. My question is why does a ghost need to sleep?”

“Don’t questions the ways of the metaphysical world… first thing they teach you when you die…”

He looks around the room, looking around noticing all of the framed prints along the walls, all labelled “RURIRURI~!”

“Drawing huh?” he asks. “I didn’t take you for an artist.”

“Funny, neither did Rin, and now after I prove her wrong, she won’t apologize. Instead she ranted about me coming over this morning to prepare for the Clash of the Titans.”

“She is right though; you probably should do more to prepare for a big match like that than doodle.”

“I didn’t get through art school, drop out and pick it back up for you, or anyone else for that matter to say that I just doodle… asshole. And yeah, no shit I should be training for the Clash, but I’m just not feeling it at the moment. I spent half the night last night drawing the women I’m facing in the damned match. If that’s not enough mental preparation for at least another three hours before I have to listen to Rin give me strategies that won’t work, because I’ve seen her try them on a lot of the women in the match, and fall… only for her tits to propel her back to her feet.”

“That just means she paid for the highest of quality.”

“I ain’t saying this to be down on myself, but I don’t have the best chances of winning the thing anyway, so fuck on me if I’d rather not spend as much time practicing, predicting every move… or try to like Rin wants me to… and reduce that chance when I can go into the match with boots and a dream and wing it like I normally prefer. And anyway me and her would just inevitably piss each other off and call off whatever we were planning on doing anyway.”

The phone buzzes again. Ruri glances down to read “50 new messa—51 new mssages from RIN ASAKURA”. Ruri leans back placing her arms behind her head.

“Case in point.”

“Alright fine, I get it. Forgive me for getting in the way of you guys’ tag team dynamic.”

Kazuya says holding his hands up. After a moment he walks over to a printer, where Ruri has printed off an uncolored copy of her drawing.

“This what you were working on?”

“Yeah, I got a painted copy on my computer, but I aint risking you frying it. That one is so I can practice watercolors later.”

“Mind if I take a look?”

“I don’t give a shit dude.”

“Dad.”

“Still not sure I’m comfortable calling you that yet.”

Kazuya ignores her and looks at the drawing as he floated closer to her. Sitting down on the arm of the couch he crosses his elgs and continues.

“So I know the ex-possessed one… and that’s you… this is good by the way, super proud of you.”

“Yeah sure.”

“Who’s the bitch?”

“Gonna have to be a loooooot more specific than that.”

“I mean, no… the one who looks like a BITCH. You know, the one with the face that says “Soo Mee mah sin, Do y’alll have forks in Japan? I don’t know how to use chopsticks go men naah sigh’.”

“Oh the one who has the eyes of a woman who is constantly shitting, but unable to?”

“Yeah her.”

“That’s Bethany Hastings… she’s a psychologist… psychiatrist… one of the two, maybe both. She’s the kind of woman who got into that field because she couldn’t figure out what is wrong with her like what about her makes her husband come home late, why do I have this constant urge to be correct, and why do I find myself looking longingly at large dogs. She’s a conservative nutjob who’s gotten lucky the past few months she’s been here because of her wallet and giantess of a bodyguard. I’ve not really had a proper match with her, just a battle royale that I should have fucking won. Eh, whatever. My therapist thinks she’s a quack, who relies on archaic ideas and puts her politics before her patients… either way no matter what you think about her, she’s one of those holier than though rich white conservatives, and is trying to use our business to propel herself and spread her toxic ideas that she herself probably doesn’t believe in unless you pay her.”

“I see…” He cocks his head. “Who’s this next to your friend, the one looking at her with sad, motherly eyes?”

“That’s April Song. She’s a living legend that took Hana under her wing a long time ago. She’s basically supposed to be the team mom, but nobody in the locker room wants to admit that. Fuck, pretty sure she’s tried to retire like ten times now, but something keeps drawing her back in.”

“So things haven’t changed in the business that much.”

“Not really, old guards are the hardest ones to get rid of, and trust me half the women in the match have tried to get rid of April, but she keeps finding a way to keep going. She nearly went off the deep end before the war trying to protect and save Hana… and she’s still going strong. Hell, probably better than a lot of the others in that war. I’ve always wanted to face her, but as much as a gatekeeper she is it seems only a certain few get to have that kind of match with her, but once you do and if you can beat her? Everyone knows you’ve got it… you’re made.”

“It’s always nice to have a journeyman or journey woman in the locker room for that…”

“Is that woman throwing a CD?”

“It’s a discus… her name’s Devi and she’s deadly with those things, trust me I had a welt on my head that can prove it. I… don’t know what to think about her. I got cocky in a match with her, and ended up getting beat. For some reason, that gave the rest of the locker carte blacnche to rip into me as some sort of joke. I don’t blame Devi at all, but it’s still been a sour subject… and I want nothing more than to get back in the ring with her and get that win back… best I can do is at least eliminate her next week…”

“I see… who’s the idiot with the boobs clinging onto the other one with the boobs… nad why is she screaming?”

“Bea Havertz. She’s a bit of a bimbo. I think she’s got talent, but not the brains to make it worth anything… not yet anyway. After a while, I’m sure she will have something… the one she’s clinging to her bestie Angelina proved that to the world after a year… so who knows.

A knock is heard on the door, as Ruri’s phone starts buzzing. Ruri looks at it, the newest message reads “I’m here. Open the fucking door.”

“Shit, it’s Rin. Hide.”

“Whatever.”

Kazuya says as he fades out as Ruri stumbles to the door.

“Hey Rin… I was just about to call…”

Jeff X, Felix Hartley and marielacorriveau have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 8th 2023, 11:59 pm by **Tomomi Shinozaki**

I haven't gotten much from anyone this week. While it's fair that people still don't have me on their radar, that will soon change. I understand that with every word I say I'm only digging my grave deeper if I'm not able to actually come through with what I'm saying. But the majority in this match chalk me off as nothing more than a weak link, a speed bump, or just a nonfactor. I think it really speaks on people in general. People don't want others to succeed. I think it's sad that people can see what I've brought to the table this week, and still say I'm not a factor, and just a speed bump. I guess that's why most of the people talking aren't all that successful here. No offense honestly, but to take someone out of the picture that much, because of what I was before I left? It doesn't make sense to me. You guys can tell yourselves whatever you want to make you feel like that I'm still the same girl. And honestly, deep down, I know I can't blame you. This is my first match back in forever, but let's honestly take a look at this through a nonbias lens. Did any of you expect me to be in this match? No. Did any of you actually think that I would be this different person due to vacation? No. You're all coming into this with the same expectations, of no Tomomi, and once you saw Tomomi you thought that it would be the same old same old. Only a select few of you even acknowledged that there is a difference here, and that speaks volumes. The one's that have the ability to adjust in a situation that they didn't foresee are much more attuned to actually win this match. But I can't make this all about me, because this match isn't ABOUT Tomomi. This match has me as a guest, not a featured actor. I'm what you would call a supporting cast, right? I mean everyone here is talking about Felix, the person that heard me talk once and wasn't capable of talking back because I wasn't who she remembered. Or they're talking about Alyssa Grace, or even Hana Nakajima thinks she's somehow better than me. Point is, a lot of people think a lot of things, but the only thing that truly matters, is what happens between those ropes. In a way, I would think that I have somewhat of an advantage here. With people like Hana Nakajima that just completely write me off due to name alone, I could take her out quickly.

I just don't understand what you thought I was doing for the past few weeks Hana? Did you really think I just disappeared and would let things just be the same as they always were? What would the point of me coming back here be if nothing changed? I had to get back to my roots, I needed to get my head screwed back on straight. I was considered a prodigy for a reason, and that reason is that I'm a great wrestler. I haven't shown that? Ok, but that doesn't mean that I'm a lost cause, and there's no hope for it to ever show up. I've shown it before, and I can be that as the constant. April Song said that she could see me as one of the best from this generation, and well that sounds good to me. Why can't I be? If the only thing that was stopping me was myself, then what is stopping me now? Is it you Hana? I can tell you don't really think things through, or thoroughly enough to the point that can see a changeup coming. So what happens when you expect a fastball and yet it doesn't come? Can you adjust? It doesn't seem like it. So why would I, or anyone for that matter take you for your word? Some may believe in you, you may believe in you, but me? I think you just use words to try and get through this aspect of wrestling. Do the bare minimum and you fast forward to the wrestling. Obviously, I can't blame you, wrestling is the best part of wrestling. But to give no effort like this, I can't condone that. Live in the past and you're bound to get passed by. I'm not who i once was, and I will do everything in my power to try and prove that to not only you, but everyone else that may doubt the things I say.

April, do I know if I can beat you? No. I would like to think that my abilities can match up against anyone else, because that's how I'll be able to compete and win here. But everything I say is based on speculation, and the belief in myself. I know you're a veteran in this game, and I can't do anything but give respect for where it's due. You're someone that garners a lot of respect, and I will show you that. That is why I can't say for certain that I will be able to defeat you in this match. But I sure as hell will give you everything that I've got. I understand that hitting punching bags, lifting weights, doing drills, and sparring with my sparring partner isn't the same as actual wrestling. And I also know that the competition that I faced over in Japan training probably wasn't up to the level as someone like you. But it does give me hope that no one over there could touch me. It gives me hope that I put everything I had into training, not quitting. My confidence is new to me. I spent so much time thinking about what could go wrong, and that was detrimental. That mindset made me stuck, it got me in an endless loop of just failing. But now? I don't think about what could go wrong; I think about what could go right. So maybe I am naive to think that maybe I can beat you. I do have the element of surprise, the youthfulness, and the lack of hitting my body on a ring mat over and over again. Plus in a match like this, I can strategize pretty easily. Everyone is going to be focusing in on everyone else. How many times have I been told in this go around that I don't matter, and I'm just a speedbump being lumped in with rookies, and no names? No one is going to pay attention to me, no one is going to focus in on me. So what can I do? Embrace that. Be the invisible person that they see me as, and strike only when I need to. This match is hectic, it is chaotic, but it doesn't have to be... Not for me. For someone with a big name that people are going to look for, yeah. No one is going to be trying to make a name off of me, no one is going to go out there and hope to lock eyes with me. You know as much as I do, I can lay low, and make sure that I get to a point where this match dwindles down. The thing is, no I haven't wrestled in a Clash match here before, but in Japan? Yeah, of course, I have. I've wrestled this match every type of way; a newcomer, and the biggest deal in the whole thing. I've surprised quite a few people before, and honestly, that's the best time to do it. When no one see's it coming. So maybe I'm in the best position of them all. Bethany and Felix acknowledged me, and yet seem to have forgotten that I existed. Hana doesn't seem to think much of me. Krysis doesn't seem to know what's going on. And you? Although you give me credit; you still don't see a way that I can actually win. Maybe you're right; but there's only one way to find out. I'll see you out there.

A lot of people have a lot to say, and at this point I can see what everyone thinks of me. It's not flattering, and yet I understand it. I have to prove myself, and that's ok. I want to prove myself. I want to make everyone see just how good I am. I will start with this match, and if I win.. Or when I win, then everyone will take me seriously. It's just a fact.

Jeff X, Felix Hartley and marielacorriveau have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Clash of Titans June 8th 2023, 11:58 pm by **El Landerson**

[Aaliyah and her mother Angie Landerson where sitting from the sidelines and talking to each other to discuss something about her Daughter upcoming match at Clash of The Titans]

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Angie landerson: Can I ask you something my little Princess.

Princess of The Six One nine|Aaliyah Landerson: sure thing mom what is it.

Angie landerson: why didn't you tell me in your father that you where scheduling for a match next weekend for Clash of The Titans.

(Aaliyah was frustrated about telling her mother the truth about OWA)

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Princess of The Six one nine|Aaliyah landerson: if I would've told you and Dad then I know that you two might be sobrereaccionar and that's why I didn't want to tell you cause I know how mad that you and Dad can get when I traicionado you both and that's why I have to do this for the both of you and Yea i Know that I lost my fatal four way match last month on Odyssey but it still doesn't mean that I could win this Women's Clash of The Titans battle royal next weekend at Clash of The Titans.

{Angie turns herself towards her twenty five yrs old Daughter about her match at Clash of The Titans}

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Angie landerson: I need you to listen to me Hombre what ever you do I want sorry We want you two win this Women's Clash of The Titans battle royal thingy and make me and your father proud of becoming the next Undisputed Women's World Champion can you do that for the both of us my little princess and win it at Clash of The Titans.

Princess of The Six one nine|Aaliyah landerson: you have my word Mom I will support the both of you when I win this Women's Clash of The Titans battle royal next weekend on Odyssey at OWA.

Angie landerson: cause your father and I will be back there watching your match on Clash of The Titans when you compete in the Women's Clash of The Titans battle royal on OWA network.

Princess of The Six one nine|Aaliyah landerson: Madre don't worry about me I'm gonna make

you and padre proud because once I return back into that Odyssey ring and win that Women's Clash of The Titans battle royal and earn myself an OWA Undisputed Women's World Champion at the next event on Odyssey and whoever is The new or still The Undisputed Women's World Champion better be prepared cause I'm The one who's gonna be The Woman that stands in The Odyssey ring and be your winner of the Women's Clash of The Titans battle royal next week on Odyssey at OWA network.

Angie landerson: now go out there and make your madre happy cause we both have faith in you Aaliyah.

Princess of The Six one nine|Aaliyah landerson: thanks madre and I will do my best and I will not let you or Padre down until I win this Women's Clash of The Titans battle royal next week at Odyssey on OWA network.

Princess of The Six one nine|Aaliyah landerson: and I will dial The number and hit a few women in the battle royal with the Six one nine at Clash of The Titans on Odyssey.

[Aaliyah walks off and heads back to her locker room before the Clash of The Titans event begins next week]

Jeff X, Matsuda, #BeLikeBea and marielacorriveau have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 8th 2023, 11:58 pm by **Jeff X**

Power Moves

Baltimore, Maryland

June 8th, 2023

As the scene opens up, we find ourselves in a small, dimly lit hotel room that’s filled with smoke. But the smoke isn’t coming from the Canada wildfires, but rather from the end of a lit cigarette that protrudes out of the mouth of none other than Jeff X. Jeff sits in the corner, the shadows of the dim light somewhat covering his face, but we can tell that he’s lost in thought. He’s dressed plainly in a black Frontline hoodie, blue jeans, and his signature camouflage Realtree hat. He takes a drag from his smoke before pulling it out of his mouth and reaching for the half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels on the table. He turns the bottle up, taking a rather large swig from it before forcefully setting it back down on the table and sticking the cigarette back in his mouth.

“We’re almost there now…just days away from the biggest OWA World Championship match that Kingdom has ever seen. Trust me, I would know. After all, I’ve been in plenty of them. From Lights Out matches to Asylum matches to even a fucking Vision Quest, I’ve fought for and defended that very title in almost every kind of match that you can imagine. But this is the first time it’s ever been up for grabs for thirty people all at once. And to tell you the truth…I kind of like it. Not because I’m a fan of battle royales or having to deal with twenty nine opponents at the same damn time…but because I have more experience at this than anyone. This will be the fifth year that I’ve stepped into the Clash. For those counting at home, that’s every single fucking one of them. I’m the only man that can say that. Not Chris, not Arata, not DT, not Raivo, not Moongoose, not Stark…not anyone…only me. Hell, a large chunk of the competitors this year have NEVER been in one. I look up and down the entry list for this contest and I see a vast array of competitors who are deeply, DEEPLY out of their element. Who have no idea what they’re getting into. Who think they know what they’re doing just because they’ve had a crumb of success in facing one or two people at a time, but have never had to deal with anything like this. Who have never had to overcome anything like this. Hell, a lot of them have never had to overcome anything in their lives. I’m looking at you…Chad Ecclestone.”

Jeff grits his teeth and takes another swig from the bottle while staring at seemingly nothing.

“Chad…I don’t think I have to tell you that I just don’t like you. You’ve never done anything particularly wrong to me, per se…aside from some moronic comments here and there, but in this business you get that from all sides, so no…I don’t hold that against you…not really. I don’t like you because we are just simply different people on a philosophical level. The reasons why we do what we do are at completely different ends of the spectrum. I do this because it’s who I am. Because I can be the person that decades of fighting wars either in the ring, in a desert, or in a fucking cell block has molded me to be. In the outside world…civilian life, if you will...I’d be considered deranged. I’d be called ‘unfit for society’. Hell, if it weren’t for this job, I’d probably have wound up right back in that cell by now or at the very least with some heavily court ordered anger management. But here? Here I can do what I do and be praised for it. I can get called things like ‘legend’ or ‘champion’ or even a 'hero'. When that bell rings I can be the exact person that I want to be with no repercussions. And I love it, Chad…I really do. Next to a fifth of whiskey or a hot blonde lying in my bed, there’s not much that I enjoy more. And I need it. I need it because I cannot shake the constant urge to prove that I’m better at this than everyone else is. Call it competitiveness, call it arrogance, call it narcissism, I don’t give a shit WHAT you want to call it. Because I call it my way of life. THAT is why I do this. But you? You do this because you see it as an opportunity to keep your name in the headlines just enough so that you can hopefully manage to keep your fledgling acting career afloat. And, hell, I won’t lie…you’ve somehow managed to be moderately successful at it. Don’t think I didn’t have an eye on that Spartans title reign of yours. Going for my record were you? Good for you. You tried. But just like everyone else who tried before you, you failed. But the question remains…where do you go from here? Do you pick yourself up after losing the Spartans Championship and follow it up with a Clash win? After all…I did. But I don’t see you following my footsteps, Chad. You’re not cut out for it. You’re not cut out to be the man that I am and do the things that I’ve done because you’ve never had to deal with the shit that I have dealt with. You’ve never had to deal with death closing in all around you from all sides. You’ve never had to worry about escaping the depths of Hell. You’ve never felt the hardships of war…and I’m not talking about a movie set, boy, I’m talking the real deal. Because while you’ve been busy shooting parody scenes to mock everyone in this Clash, I’ve been trying to wrap my head around how I’m even still here. While you’ve been joking and having yourself a good laugh by pretending to be half the Hollywood star that Nobi is, I’ve been looking inside and trying to figure out how to take everything that has happened to me and my people and channel it into another World Championship victory. But I do hope you’ve had your fun. I really do. I hope that you can go back and watch your little skits over and over again, and be really proud of yourself for how you ‘got’ us all. But when your music hits in Baltimore and you’re forced to walk down that aisle, you’ll quickly realize that this isn’t a movie. That there is no script, no makeup artist, and no producer. But there is a director…and you’re looking right at him. Hell, I’ve been directing this brand for FIVE FUCKING YEARS while simultaneously playing the leading role. Meanwhile, you and most of the rest of the people in this match are nothing more than background actors…supporting characters. And to be honest, I’m growing tired of seeing your face in my blockbuster, Chad. And I’m just about ready to yell ‘cut’ on your whole career. But don’t worry…it’s not all bad for the Ecclestone family. After all, I might just give your sweet Chastity a role of her own to play back here with me and Felix while we celebrate our Clash victories together.”

Jeff leans back, smirking a bit. But his smile fades as he takes another hit from his smoke.

“Chad will soon find out that this business isn’t all fun and games…and that it can quickly turn into a matter of life and death in just the blink of an eye. Some of you are already familiar with that fact…aren’t you, Jason Long? I’d say I’m a bit surprised to see you roaming the halls of OWA again, but who am I to talk, right? But while I’ve been battling my own demons since coming back, it doesn’t seem like your own encounter with death has changed you in the slightest. You’re still the most condescending, disappointing little fuck that has ever walked through an OWA curtain. But it’s okay…I’ve gotten used to that, especially when it comes to you. But what I haven’t quite seen from you before is this blatant jealousy emanating from your eyes. Yeah, I can see it when you bring my name up, Jason. It bothers you, doesn’t it? That you were the one walking into the Great War fresh off a reign as the OWA World Champion but yet you were the LAST one on anyone's minds! You were a fucking afterthought. Even when it all ended…even in death, STILL nobody cared! You were shot…right in the fucking head on live television…and nobody cared. Nobody wept. Nobody cheered. Everyone just went about their day. That has to sicken you. Especially seeing the response that I got…that Violet got…that Banshee got…that even Ashley fucking Walker got. How does that make you feel? That people cared more when the fucking worst commentator on Odyssey was murdered than they did about you. It kills you. More than any bullet ever could. Because you want so desperately to be me. To be the star of the show, the hero of the movie, the one at the tip of everyone’s lips. But you’re not…and you never will be. Because while the talent may be there, you’re too fucking stupid to utilize any of it. You’re lazy, you’re inconsistent, and you’ve never been willing to put in the work that I have to get to where I am. This wasn’t an accident, Jason. I didn’t just slip and fall and wind up at the top of the OWA totem pole. I got here because I was willing to do what it fucking takes to get there. You talk and talk about being desperate…but you’re not. Desperation leads people to doing something different. But you never do. It’s just the same lame bullshit with you. Attacking Mike from behind with a cheap shot and thinking you’ve won? You fucking silly bitch. Mike’s going to come back. I talked to him just today. And when he does finally get cleared…I promise you that me, the Clash, or the World Championship will be the LAST thing you’ll be worried about.”

Jeff smiles as he takes another hit from his cigarette and thinks about Bishop ripping Long limb from limb.

“Then, of course, there’s Catch Hound…or Frontline-lite, if you will. A collection of people who want to pretend to be the good guys without ever getting involved with any of the shit the good guys actually have to do. Looking at you, Krieger. Good Lord, if I have to sit through one more fucking promo about how badly you want to prove yourself, I might just throw myself back in hell. Jesus fucking Christ, kid…I’ve done this with you before…you’re a hell of competitor, I’ll give you that. You pushed me to the limits, but my GOD are you fucking boring. You’ve been hanging out with Arthur so long that you’re starting to sound like his fucking great, great grandfather with these long, drawn out monologues where you say a bunch of words, but yet none of them actually mean anything. I mean, at least Chad is entertaining when he spews his bullshit, but you? You put me to fucking sleep. Which I guess is my comeuppance for when I put you to fucking sleep and took the Outlaw Championship away from you. Oh, but right…that’s the one thing you have on me, right? That I didn’t hold onto the title for long enough because I ‘never look to the future’. Let me explain something to you. I’m not wearing that Outlaw title because I practically gave the thing to Marie as a gift. It meant NOTHING to me. My goals are bigger than that, boy. And as for not looking to the future? I’ve done this long enough to know that there may not be a future. When you’re me, with the list of enemies that I have, life can end at any time. And considering that the only reason that you and your ragtag group of make believe shoot fighters even have a future at all is because of what I and the rest of the Thotline did at Civil War while you all took the night off…so maybe you should put some fucking respect on my name when you’re talking to me, yeah? Or else I’ll leave you drowning in a puddle of your own blood, exactly like I did last time.”

Jeff tilts the bottle up again, calming his nerves a bit.

“As for your friends…MYOJIN and Arthur…I don’t hate them. I actually kinda like them. They’ve both lent a helping hand here and there. Hell, Arthur was one of the ones that helped bring Bishop back from the grave the first time around and I’m very grateful to him and the rest of the future Frontline for that, but I don’t particularly like the way he's been playing off death as if it's no big deal. Maybe it seems that way from the outside looking in, but Arthur…you go down there. You go sit in the cage with the devil himself while he has nothing better to do than to cut and prod at you, piece by piece until there’s nothing left…only to build you back up and start again from scratch. You do that and then you come talk to me about how it’s no big deal. But until you have that opportunity to experience it for yourself, I’ll have to provide you with your own personal Hell. The closest thing that you can get to it here on Earth anyway…stepping into the ring with me. Because this isn’t going to be your golden opportunity to do what your great, great grandfather never could and win the Clash…this is simply going to be the worst day of your fucking life. And as for MYOJIN? They’re going to do what they always do and shit the fucking bed when it matters most.”

Jeff takes one last hit from his cigarette before snufing it out right on the table.

“But Catch Hound isn’t the only group trying to make a name for themselves in the Clash. We also have the born again group of Wolvesden…or at least a shitty reboot of it. It’s hard to believe nowadays that there was once a time when you were the most feared group that professional wrestling had to offer. With Kenny Drake at the helm, Nate Cage used his tutelage and became the most despised person in the whole company. But my how things have changed. Kenny is retired, perfectly content with his cozy office gig. Meanwhile, Nate Cage has become nothing more than a joke. A parody of who he once was. I would know. Hell, I went to battle with Cage more times than I can count in the first year of this company’s existence. He was a killer then. Ruthless, cunning, capable of anything. But now? He’s more known for being the butt of every joke on Olympus. Now, sure…he’ll tell you that wasn’t him. That he was trapped in Hell the entire time. And if you were…I feel for you, Cage. I wouldn’t wish that upon anybody. But the fact remains that you’ve done fuck all since you’ve been back. Your crowning achievement was beating Krieger and getting the Wolvesden band back together like you’re an old rock band, trying to cling onto past fame for one last tour to scrape whatever money you can still get from whatever name value that Wolvesden still has before the rest of the world finally realizes that you’re washed up frauds. Shells of who you once were. Well…of who YOU once were anyway. JD is still the same old JD…latching onto others for success to try and keep him somewhat relevant. But in the end…it’s the same old story. He’ll get tired of being in the shadows, turn his back on the people who have been holding his lifeless carcass up and then he’ll fall back into irrelevancy until someone else comes along to throw him a life preserver. But it won’t be me that does it. Not this time. I’ve learned my lesson when it comes to Damon…and the juice just isn’t worth the squeeze.”

Jeff leans forward now, resting his hands on his knees.

“The rest of this match is filled with either surprise entrants or people that I haven’t had too much interaction with. But there are a few names that intrigue me. The Dojo Bros for one. Tyler Kulina and Taniguchi Sena. I’ve been watching from a distance and I have to say that I’m a fan. Emmanuelle did good with you two, whether you two realize it or not. The results might not have come your way yet…at least not the results you’ve been hoping for, but this is a tough business. I didn’t exactly hit the ground running in OWA myself. It took a little bit before I was able to get the hang of things, but once I did? Well…you know what happened next. That said, I don’t want to get either of your hopes up. This ain’t it. This ain’t your time. Go back to the drawing board, figure out a way to actually beat Darkane and Laz and bring those tag titles back to Kingdom where they belong. THAT should be your focus. THAT should be what you're trying to accomplish at this stage in your careers. Not this…because neither of you are ready. All due respect to Emmy, who I obviously owe a great debt of personal gratitude for, but there’s nothing she could have ever done or taught you that would prepare either of you for this…for the titans of OWA clashing for the biggest prize in our sport. Chris, Arata, Moongoose, DT, Raivo, ME…this isn’t a fight either of you are prepared for. Hell, one of you is more worried about trying to find his dad than he is about winning matches and that might be your biggest problem. You want to succeed here, kid? Let your dad go. He doesn’t matter anymore. He didn’t give a shit about you then and he doesn’t give a shit about you now. Take it from experience kid. Move on…let it go. You’re a grown man and you don’t have to prove yourself to some deadbeat dad who probably doesn’t care to begin with. Because what you’re doing now? Getting in this business for him instead of you? It’s not smart. And it’s going to get you hurt…or worse.”

Jeff stares into the camera for a moment, hoping that Tyler heeds his words, but knowing that he probably won’t. He then grabs hold of the bottle again.

“Who’s left…Dick P Slaughter…the guy who’s biggest contribution to this company has been Dick Milk…Malachite Minj who I just…”

Jeff closes his eyes and rubs his temples as if he’s getting a headache.

“Well Minj is Minj I guess. And that leaves us with…”

Jeff stops and thinks for a moment before pulling out his phone. He scrolls through it before finally finding what he was looking for.

“Rex Maddox, of course. And the only question I have for Rex is…”

Jeff leans forward again, looking into the camera.

“Who the FUCK are you? Biggest OWA title match of all time…and they let Rex Maddox in. WHO THE FUCK IS REX MADDOX?!?!”

Jeff throws his arms into the air and leans back again, but suddenly the door to his hotel room opens. He reaches into his waistband for his pistol but stops when he sees Felix Hartley walking into the room. She smiles lightly when she sees him.

“How was the gym?”

“Exhausting.”

“Gotta put in the work if we’re gonna win these Clashes though.”

“Yeah…”

Felix eyes the now mostly empty bottle of Jack on the nightstand next to him.

“And I see you’ve been doing some work of your own.”

“Look, I went to the gym this morning, YOU’RE the one that wanted to sleep in.”

Felix rolls her eyes and laughs a bit before plopping down on the bed. Jeff sits down beside her and lays back as she inches closer to him.

“This is big…for both of us. You nervous at all?”

Jeff shakes his head no, but she sees through it. She rolls over and looks up at him.

“Really? After everything that happened at OWA 5? There’s no part of you that’s nervous about this at all.”

Jeff ponders his words for a moment but looks back at her and brushes the hair out of her eyes.

“Not one bit. I may have needed some time to acclimate myself after the Great War and everything that happened…”

Felix looks like she wants to cut him off to ask him what happened, but he presses forward, not giving her the chance.

“But I’m back now. I’m more ready than I’ve ever been. I’m going to win the Clash and become the OWA World Champion for the third time. There’s nobody in this thing that can stop me. And you? You’re going to win your own Clash…go to Final Destination and take back what was stolen from you.”

Felix smiles, clearly liking the positivity coming from Jeff.

“So….what you're saying is...power couple?”

“You fucking know it.”

Felix grins again and lays back down on Jeff’s chest as he wraps his arm around her. Both of them have everything in front of them in the days to come. Either all of their dreams come true…or they all come crashing to a bitter end. Either way, there’s one thing for certain. They were both prepared, they were both ready. And they both know that they’re more than capable of pulling it off.

[Fade to black]

VaeVictisBD, #BeLikeBea, DT The Ruler, Lazarus Arjen, Felix Hartley and marielacorriveau have spoken. It’s such good shit!

chapter 3 // clash 003 June 8th 2023, 11:58 pm by **Felix Hartley**

Chapter III - The End.

Saturday, May 20th, 2023 | Montreal, Quebec, Canada

She was so nervous. She had butterflies in the pit of her stomach, but that could have also been the extremely short stint of binge-drinking, chain-smoking and nightmares and insomnia that had been reaping the white-blonde’s body since the Great War ended. But even more so since her loss to Diantha Rosso. She sat, jittery and uncertain, parked in her custom baby pink Tesla outside of her friend’s home. She hadn’t spoken to anybody in two weeks. She had ignored calls from everybody. She couldn’t bring herself to swallow the humiliation just yet, even if she knew deep down in her heart that people like Rebecca and Jeff knew exactly what she was going through and wouldn’t dare judge her for the reaction she had. Still, there was one person left before whom Felix could feel completely vulnerable, if only because…well, she could tell if you were faking it.

Felix took a deep breath in. And then another. And then a third, and held it deep in her lungs, reminiscent of the gnarliest bong rip this side of your local frat house. When she exhaled, she got out of the car and began her journey up the stereotypically charming cobblestone steps. She was hoping to compose herself for a moment before she knocked but the door swung open before her.

“Feli–oh,” Marie Bouchard takes a small step backwards and places a hand on her chest at the sight of one of her dear friends.

Felix shut her eyes and didn’t respond. She simply allowed Marie to perceive her, exactly in the state she was in. White-blonde hair flat and dry, pale skin, sunken eyes that were swollen and bloodshot. Marie had never seen the vain and otherwise meticulously manicured Barbie in such a way. She side-stepped in the doorway to let Felix through without saying a word.

“Please do not tell anybody that I am here,” Felix softly pleads.

Marie’s brow softens and she nods. She desperately wanted to disobey for the sake of her friends, but she was still stricken with grief about what happened the last time she did just that.

Marie instantly begins brewing a pot of tea, throwing together every healing ingredient she could that would hopefully take her friend’s pain away. Intuitive as she was, she knew there was a purpose for this visit and she could see it in Felix’s eyes. That was Felix’s favourite thing about their relationship; oftentimes, she never had to say anything at all to be understood perfectly.

“I just need to talk to her,” Felix’s voice was lifeless and drone-like. Crackled. Raspy. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.”

By the time Felix looked up, Marie already had the candles set on the table. She had done this with Rebecca before, to some degree of success. She was the only one who came up with a plan to save Jeff, or try to. In this disgustingly dark and damp pit of despair, Marie was the only one Felix trusted with these feelings.

“Say no more, chérie,” Marie’s voice was soft and comforting as she held out her hands. Felix tiredly latches onto them and focuses her vision on the flame of the candles. She was waiting. Anxiously. Focused, but with a bubbling impatience. Her heart began to beat fast as Marie breathes in deep and begins to hum.

She hums the incantations as Felix watches her work. God, she was so fucking thankful for her. She tried her best to mimic what she was doing, what she was saying and the vibrations coming from her voice.

“Spirit of Lexi Sheckler, we call upon you now. Come to us. We beg for your guidance.”

Felix’s eyes darted around as she could feel the energy in the room shift. Almost as if they were enclosed in a mystical, warm, but mysterious glow. Marie watches the candle in front of her flicker. Felix knew, from listening to Rebecca’s story, that this was a positive sign.

“She’s – does that mean – is she here?” Felix’s voice had life in it for the first time in weeks. Marie looked at her and back down at the candle.

“Patience, sweet girl,” Marie did not share the same enthusiasm, but Felix didn’t pick up on it. “Lexi, please come forward. You are welcome here,” Marie calmly speaks out again, her gaze fixated on the candle.

Felix watched intently and saw Marie giving every modicum of focus she had to this candle. She watched as her brows furrowed. Felix’s breath began to pick up. She shifts uncomfortably in her seat.

“You did this with Rebecca didn’t you? Why isn’t it working now? Marie, I need–”

“I am trying, I promise,” Marie’s voice began to tremble slightly but she pushed it down and hid it deep down. “I am once again calling on your spirit, Lexi. We are in desperate need of your comfort and guidance. Please join us.”

This time, the candle did not flicker. Not even the tiniest bluish tint at the base of the wick to acknowledge them. Marie sighed deeply as she looked to her side, locking eyes with the brown-eyed barbie girl.

And there it was. That look.

The very same look that she had seen on Marie’s face more often than her stomach could handle remembering.

The very same look she saw at The Banshee’s funeral as she spoke in code to Jeff X with Felix sitting loyally at his side. The day Felix found out he was planning to die.

The look of real, raw, hopelessness.

“I’m sorry, chérie…”

Felix’s hands begin to tremble inside Marie’s and she grips them tighter in response. Perhaps empathically, Marie could feel the lump forming in Felix’s throat. She could feel the squeezing of her gut, the tightening of her chest - the bludgeoning symptoms of the five stages of grief being experienced all at once. Neither of them wanted to say it, but…

“She’s gone.”

***

“I’m falling hopelessly in love with the irony. The infinite heap of bullshit spewing from all of your mouths about my life, my career, and what you need it to look like so that you can snort that thick, long line of confidence into your bloodstream right before Clash of the Titans. The irony that there is a duality that exists in each one of you that has become so obvious I can’t help but smile because try as you all might to shove it deep down into the smallest recesses of your impeccably delusional brains, it seeps through your skin. I see it when you sweat. I hear it when you speak.

I know you think it hurts me to watch you celebrate my loss to Diantha. I know you believe in your hearts that this experience is equivalent in the least to all of the failures you yourselves have experienced. I know that there was a very extreme, very selfish pang of joy in all of your bodies as you watched me walk backstage. I’ve heard about it. I’ve heard the whispers. I’ve also heard the way all of you speak like this is the most defining downfall you’ve ever been given the opportunity to see.

An accolade many of you are eager to part ways with.

But most of all, I’ve truly enjoyed the way each and every one of you bush league snizzes try to write MY story FOR ME. Because as soon as you all realized I wasn’t crafting a makeshift noose out of all Jeff’s t-shirts after the Great War… as soon as you all realized the reason I didn’t disappear for two weeks because I was listening to My Chemical Romance or Mayday Parade in a toaster bath with razorblade tracks up and down my wrists the vertical way…

You were DEVASTATED.

You fucking BURNED inside to know that I learned NOTHING.

But could you blame me? How could I be knocked off this fucking pedestal when all of you are the ones keeping me steady on top of it?

I tried my best. I sat with my emotions during those two weeks. I cried. I laughed. I raged. I cried some more. I was on top of the world while simultaneously suffocating under the weight of it. And here I stand…trying to write a best-seller, a chart-topper, a tear-jerker…

And y’all can’t even let me HAVE my tragic rock bottom moment because I’ve been so fucking unstoppable since my debut that you NEED me to be the hero AND the villain so that you end up with something you could actually fucking gloat about in the cesspool of piss-break matches and vanilla gimmicks you call a career.

Save the best for last, or the woman that stands on Odyssey’s Mount Olympus, or the woman that has eclipsed Rebecca Filth.

The very same women who need me to falter against 29 other women are the very same women who idolize me for being the only woman in this Clash that is able to do so. Pretty fucking impressive and not exactly the aftermath I was expecting having the tumultuous year that I’ve had.

It gets so exhausting being everybody’s enemy and yet I remain honored by the influx of love letters you’ve all written for me this week. It’s done nothing but inspire me. It’s done nothing but remind me that the Clash is happening for me and not to me. What Bethany has lovingly labeled my character flaws - pettiness, vindictiveness, spite, abrasiveness, arrogance… These are my weapons. How could I learn my lesson when I’ve never needed anything else to survive? How could the construct of Felix Hartley be anything but the exact, perfected recipe for success? You’ve all essentially said so, haven’t you? Look at our good doctor, here. Bethany’s hatred for me kept her awake at night. Staring at her ceiling, imagining me, thinking of me, intimately touching herself to me. I merely existed in the very same brain that was once used to earn a PhD - a doctorate! And she let all of that education ping-pong around in her cerebellum just to make room for Main Character Barbie

. Based on how Doc described it, just standing in the ring across from me, the thrill of competing against me gave her her very first orgasm. That kind of euphoria is bound to have her addicted to being in the ring with me. I am Odyssey’s heroine and heroin. And after all of this…I’m expected to believe she is seething with hatred? While edging on the names of every other woman in this clash, only to arrive at the climactic ending, which was me. To allow herself the pleasure of recalling our match, as controversial as the ending was. Barely even a whisper of the Sparks Championship she now holds around her waist that I bitterly departed with, once again at the hands of Diantha Rosso.

The woman that has literally been the only reason I have lost everything that I have lost since January. Since the Promethean Chamber. The bane of my existence. A tediously unforgiving thorn at my side that I keep pinching at, only to pull it out little by little.

I had very little on the line when we last fought, Beth. The Sparks Championship had become an accessory and despite it’s meaning to me, I could do very little more with it. I had taken it so far to its limit that it’ll NEVER mean the same again. It became an accessory that I was obsessed with because of what it represented. Now remember the way you’ve salivated when remembering what it was like to face me…and imagine that now what’s in between us is the Undisputed Women’s World Championship. You couldn’t possibly empathize with that hunger; you don’t know it yet. Your stomach isn’t big enough to handle it. You were merely an appetizer to me. While you were in your glory tasting me, tasting that victory….I was thinking of somebody else.

There will be nothing, and no one, that stands in my way to Final Destination. To my revenge on Diantha Rosso.

God fucking knows I am trying to put the Great War behind me. I don’t sleep. I don’t eat. What I decide to tell you is a fraction of the turmoil that still has my heart in a clutch. So save the fucking self-patronization, Hana. Save your garbage narrative about who felt what. You have been one of many to bitch, whine and moan about how Thotyssey terrorized the roster for a year and yet we claim to be heroes or you claim that we ran head first into a warzone just for the atta-boys. Get fucking real. You were a cold-blooded murderer. You abandoned your husband. You abandoned your friends. We stepped up because we knew the risks - we knew exactly what we were responsible for, and the way to atone for that was through saving your LIFE. Saving your MARRIAGE. The wreckage you left in comparison to the teensy-weensy little indiscretions Thotyssey may have committed over the last year is absolutely not up for discussion, and it’s getting old to hear you lean on that crutch every time you open your mouth. Me losing to Diantha wasn’t what fucking took the air from my lungs - it was watching our friends die. Or did Havoc eat the part of your brain that makes the logic do the logic stuff? The part that ties all the fun little common sense particles together in a cute little macaroni necklace for you.

Notice how I’ve never, not once, used the war as an excuse. Notice how I emerged from the warpath a completely broken woman who could have quit right there on the spot, and maybe a normal woman would have. But not me. I laced up my boots only to watch Skylar squirm under them shortly after. While everybody was grieving…while everybody had time to regroup, seek therapy, hug their loved ones… I got right back to work, main eventing Odyssey. I never stopped, because I had Diantha in my grasp but a few weeks later. And I never once blamed that loss on everything I had been through. I let the trauma stack up. I let the loss consume me for as long as it felt right to. But I never once was given the chance to breathe, and still, every one of you crown me the queen of Odyssey with Diantha at arms length, holding the very championship you all think you have a better shot at.

Ruri knows it, too. Her compliments wrapped up in what I perceive is a vague, timid threat prove every single point I’ve ever made. My career has eclipsed others. Almost all of them, in fact. So why is it that the old adage of ‘the higher they are, the harder they fall’ still doesn’t quite resonate with me? How could it be that this single event, this single loss, was supposed to trigger the most anticipated downfall in Odyssey history? And yet, here I remain, once again, one of 30 women who are going to be in this Clash of the Titans, the most feared, the most revered, the most beloved. From last year’s clash to this one, in one full year, I’ve managed to steal the moon from under all of your noses from the ‘shadow’ of my Thotyssey sisters.

I’m on my Vector timing.

You could call it delusional, but only if you’re as bitter and begrudging as Alyssa Grace. Destroying one partnership for something that’ll give her an inevitable wow-effect right before the Clash only for Bethany to propose immediately starting a new one just as an insurance plan to make sure Bex and I don’t do exactly what we’ve been projected to do, predicted to do and born to do - be the final girls. The theme of calling Felix Hartley delusional and narcissistic is definitely alive and well, but I once again ask - can you blame me? The two women who have arguably the biggest bone to pick with me in this entire Clash are playing Survivor just so that they have a chance at making it through to the end. You’ve JUST seen what Alyssa is willing to do to partners that have served her far better and carried her further than you ever could, Doc, so to plead and beg for her to even consider your alliance to feed the ILLUSION that Odyssey’s overarching queens won’t be able to win? Look at what we’ve overcome this last year. The makeshift, last-minute tag-team of the PhD and the Thesaurus might be a threat to most, but certainly not the two most dominant women in the history of Odyssey.

Alliances are a funny thing, and I think it’s time I take a definitive and clear stance on exactly what you’re going to see from Thotyssey. Just so the air is clear, because there seems to be some confusion.

Rebecca Filth and I will be the final two in the middle of the ring at the Clash of the Titans. Just as we were in the Promethean Chamber. Of course they aren’t the same - a feat April has done an incredible job reminding me of despite being the very stepping stone she has accused us of being for the entire roster - but it doesn’t change anything. There are no qualifying matches for the Clash of the Titans, which means, as you can clearly fucking see - anybody - and I do mean anybody - could enter it. The crackhead scalping tickets outside of the arena qualifies much more than half of you do, anyway. This is really anybody’s game, on paper - but we all know that isn’t actually the case. The Promethean Chamber meant that you HAD to surpass a certain athletic and talented threshold to be inside of it, and three of the six women who were in it?

Thotyssey. Whew, surprising.

So it doesn’t fucking intimidate me when you tell me that there will now be 29 other women because the numerous additions only pee in the talent pool. It dilutes the water. The weak will be separated from the very few strong predators in record time.

At last year’s clash, I eliminated The Banshee. My debut match and I eliminated the only other woman who has ever defeated the only woman who is my equal on this roster. The only other woman who all of you used to terrorize me by saying I was in her shadow, only to serenade me to the tune of eclipsing her now. Funny how things change.

But what does not change, and what will never change, are my feelings towards my sisters. This is strictly a love letter to Thotyssey. To Angelina and Rebecca. The women who have stood by me no matter what. The women who have held me up. The women who have helped shape my career. The most tenacious, driven, violent, gorgeous, intelligent fucking monsters this roster - the world - has ever seen.

I will be delighted to share the ring with you until the very end, because that is what we deserve. After what we have been through. After what we have seen, and felt, and bonded through.

Rebecca, I know it will be us. I know that this will be the ending to the Clash that devastates every Clash in history, and that sets the precedent for every Clash to come. The history we will make by taking each other to our limits…and then smiling as we promise to go beyond them. I wouldn’t respect you as much as I do if you weren’t trying your absolute hardest to take me out. Just like I know you would expect the same. It’s been what has bonded us so strongly - our desire to succeed, and the hunger we have to cement a legacy that is immovable, even in the industry that only ever makes room for one winner. I know that our alliance is the alliance to end all other alliances, and in the face of every other team falling apart, dying, betraying each other… it will be me and you until the end. Blood-bonded. And you know for a fact, better than anyone, that I will be willing to bleed for you again, and make you bleed for me. Through my love for you is a stronger love for revenge, vindication, and closure. While I would be happy to sit back with my feet up and watch you dominate again, it will not be this time. You have had your moment. You have had every chance under the stars and you’ve captured all of them. You undoubtedly created the path, but now, you need to allow me to follow it. I have been in your shadow for the past year, doing everything I could to help Thotyssey succeed. Now, I need you to be at MY side. MY shoulder. MY right-hand woman.

My co-writer, as I take us right to the ending credits.

You will all be acknowledgments. Footnotes in my story. But this is where it ends. And it ends gruesomely.”

VaeVictisBD, Jeff X, Darkane, #BeLikeBea, Rebecca Filth, DT The Ruler, Lazarus Arjen and marielacorriveau have spoken. It’s such good shit!

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