OWA Promos

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Re: OWA Promos October 14th 2022, 12:50 am by **DampshawIIIఒ**

Reginald, the now unmasked Jimmy Pridmore and the third, still hooded member of The New Dawn stand at attention in a darkened room. All of them wearing black leather trench coats. The light from a single candle flickers off of the three faces. There's tension in the air as the clock ticks closer to midnight.

"The Darkness has come." whispers Reginald. "The Great Old Ones have risen from their slumber in the depths of hell and will soon walk the earth again." He turns his head towards Jimmy: "One of The Three was finally revealed last week. Jimmy Pridmore. I saw a lot of people not knowing who this man is. Are you all that stupid? Are you all that ignorant? The only thing you need to know about Jimmy is that he has seen Death multiple times, spit in her face and laughed every single time."

He then looks over at the third person in their group and says, "I can say that there's more to this 'mystery man' than meets the eye...but that is for another day..."

The clock strikes 12 am. Jimmy Pridmore begins laughing out of nowhere. It's loud, obnoxious laughter. And it echoes throughout the entire house. Reginald slowly reaches into his trench coat pocket and takes out two silver blades with handles made out of human bone. One blade is shaped like a dagger. The other is long, sharp and thin. Reginald holds both weapons up against his wrist bones so they appear to be hanging on him as if they were attached.

Jimmy stops laughing suddenly when he notices what's going on. A smile spreads across his face.

“Of course, we’re not just here to celebrate the unmasking of our dear Jimmy, no. That would be too much to ask for wouldn’t it?b No, now we have to deal with one Stark still running his mouth.” Reginald says while putting one of the blades to his fingers, checking the sharpness of it.

"Stark..." speaks Reginald, this time much louder. “What are you going on about? Hm? All this talk of ‘race changing’ and this…this ‘cac’ word you keep throwing around? And they call me delusional.”

Reginald chuckles slightly and continues: "I had to laugh when I saw you on that excuse of a TV show. As far as I’m concerned, after Mushroom Mayhem, you and I are done. Kyle and JD are done. We beat you. I, as you so eloquently and correctly stated, pulled out your heart and stomped on it. So why is my name still on your lips?”

Jimmy smiles at Reginald's comment but remains silent. He knows to stay quiet when Reginald is speaking. Reginald begins walking around the room and continues.

“But the thing I didn’t find funny is you saying you’re going to settle the score with me. Settle what score? And you want to call me the scum of the earth? Really? Scum of the earth? Maybe. Maybe I am. Or maybe it’s the opposite. Maybe The New Dawn are the only truly good people in this world. I tell the real truth. Jimmy tells the real truth.”

Jimmy nods his head furiously and laughs. Reginald begins walking around the room. He picks up an old lantern on a table that looks like something out of a horror movie. The light from the candle flickers off of the lantern as he stares into the flames.

“This for King of The Mountain, Stark.” Reginald says, holding the lantern in front of him. "You can have your little cute talk shows and your little idle threats. You’re going to skin me, are you? I don’t think you know how. But Jimmy? Jimmy knows how.”

Jimmy opens his eyes wide and smiles an unnervingly large smile.

“Oh I know allllll about that, Reginald!” He laughs manically while clapping his hands together. "Y'know the best part of skinning something alive? The slow, agonizing torture of it all! But I don't think Starky boy can. I don't think he has the balls to do it. No, he's too busy on his weeaboo talk shows to know anything about that. But he'll make such a 'kawaii' flower for my garden...."

Reginald laughs along with Jimmy until he instantly changes to a snarl.

“For every death, for all the pain and suffering I put you through,” Reginald quietly speaks, “Here’s a little bit more. You think I'm mad? This isn't madness. This is the mountaintop Stark! And we’re going to throw you the hell off…”

Reginald taps Jimmy on the shoulder and the two walk towards the third, hooded member. He nods his head slowly and they all leave the room laughing.

Alyssa Grace has spoken. It’s such good shit!

HERO [KINGDOM 3.1] October 12th 2022, 11:56 pm by **DGS**

Zha'Vrolla fancied herself a hero. How could she not?

She was born weak, feeble; thought by her clutchmother to not be long for the true and waking world, unlikely to survive to see the interstitial darkness and the wonders it held in store. A victim of the Edge Logic before she would ever have a chance to learn it, to know it, to ply it.

But she grew strong. One by one she challenged her siblings; slaughtered them; partook of their defeated flesh, in accordance with the Logic. Soon she had gathered strength enough to challenge her own clutchmother, and it was in this act, this killing and eating of her own progenitor, that Zha'Vrolla caught the eye of Nehasa herself.

For Zha'Vrolla was of the Brood of Nehasa, One-Half of the Sibilant Diad and God-Princess of the Swarm.

By her strength was she gifted an axe: carved from the tailblade of an iconosaur, reinforced with starsteel, and blackened in the tectonic fires of the Broodworld.

By her axe did she venture forth from the Broodworld as a Scion of Nehasa, leading the Conquering Swarm across the stars as a great tide of fire and blood, all in accordance with the Logic.

And it was by the Logic -- the great diamond-truth that underpins all things -- that Zha'Vrolla came, in the dark and secret spaces betwixt hemispheres of her brain, to fancy herself a hero. Who else had risen from such meager beginnings, granted nothing, entitled to nothing, to stand at the right hand of divinity as it swept the cosmos, slashing and burning as it went? Who else had laid low every challenger, vanquished every foe, such that they earned the right to stand and kneel before Akasha himself?

Who else could've been named Commander of the Venturing Swarm, destined to follow Akasha as he took his Black Blade and cut a hole in the universe, through which there were other universes to find, to explore, to conquer?

None, Zha'Vrolla had once thought.

Once. But that was before.

Before the step from one universe into another. Before the Eyes searched, parsing out new cosmos and foreign physics, and the Hands reached through the void and grasped.

Before the small and pale thing, bare save for a shock of flaxen fuzz atop its head, dug a blade in under her skullplate, pried it open, and carved out her gray matter.

Zha'Vrolla once fancied herself a hero. Only now -- reduced to little more than a ghost, a phantasm of lingering will bound inextricably to the power that had proved itself her better -- did she realize that the Edge Logic made no allowance for such things.

David Smith, for his part, only dimly remembered the knightess with the black axe. He'd been in a hurry that day, a mad dash to the Citadel of Starless Night, and she had put up a fight only a fraction more memorable than the others.

Cool axe, though.

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Hello, Richard. How are you?

Well, I hope. You'll need to be.

You fancy yourself a hero, Richard. Anyone with a working pair of eyes can tell, just by looking at you. And me? ... well. I'm looking from a better vantage point than most. I'm all up in your guts, Dick, takin' a dip in the dark behind your eyes. And having taken a quick look around in here, I gotta say... you're worse-off than I thought.

The aesthetics are one thing. An ill-conceived mishmash of red-blooded American action movie tropes -- cartoonishly over-the-top violence, a conventionally attractive member of the opposite sex present at most (if not all) times to assuage the inevitable doubts about your sexuality, a veritable rolodex of hackneyed one-liners for any and all eventualities -- and all that, slathered in a healthy helping of pseudo-military-sounding macho nonsense, capped off by the crown jewel, my personal favorite: the 360 No-Scope.

Tell me you're a COD kid without telling me you're a COD kid.

But I digress; that's all fine. Execution's a bit on the ugly side, and more than a little underwhelming in 2022, but all in all a perfectly serviceable lower-midcard gimmick.

But it's not just a gimmick... is it, Dick?

No no no, you... you really believe in this shit, don't you? This warped, ruined, bastardized notion of heroism that pervades the human zeitgeist like a cancer... you buy into it hook, line, and sinker.

...

... man. This oughta be a fun one.

...

Would you like to know what heroism is, Richard? What it really, truly is?

I'm gonna lead with the spoiler here: it doesn't exactly square with the ideals you seem to hold so dear. Respect, and honor, and loyalty, all wrapped up in a blunt little foulmouthed bow and sealed with a bullet... that's all well and good and just, and makes for an easy sale to little boys whose brains haven't finished developing. Ensures that they internalize the lie early on, so that it worms its way down into 'em as they grow.

But it is a lie, Richard. Make no mistake about it. This notion of righteous violence you seem to have taken in, to have made the core of your very being? It's as utter a crock of shit as anything in the entirety of human history has ever been. That you were so completely taken by it is nothing to be ashamed of. You're certainly not alone in that regard -- hell, I'd be willing to bet an overwhelming majority of the population's in the same camp you are, suckered in by the idea that fighting for a righteous cause, killing in the name of virtue, are things to aspire to and be proud of.

...

But here's the truth, Richard.

This violent craft we ply... there's nothing noble in it. Nothing virtuous about it. It's an offensive, ignoble, ugly thing we do, every time we as living, breathing, thinking beings tape up our fists or load up our guns or draw our knives from their sheathes. To extoll and laud and glorify it as so many do -- as you do -- is to blacken the soul, and forfeit one's future to a darkness from which there is no return.

And yet...

...

... and yet it's necessary.

Can you understand, Richard? It's a necessity, this violence on which we predicate ourselves; a law of the universe, as absolute and unassailable as gravity or electromagnetism or the nuclear forces themselves. It's why man walks the Earth today, and not dinosaurs; why the lion is the king of the jungle, instead of some smaller, lesser creature; why every meteorite that comes bearing down on this planet shatters, rather than doing the shattering.

Why everything everywhere forever is made of atoms, of protons and neutrons and electrons, and not something else.

And it is here, Richard, buried in the bones, that the truth of heroism can be found: while it may be an ugly thing, a hideous and horrible thing, the clash and the fight are all there has ever been to this existence, all there will ever be. Ascribe to it no honor, no virtue, no respect or loyalty or glory or any of the other stupid little baubles mortal men like to chase, because there are none to be found. Not here.

Do you understand?

...

... no, of course you fucking don't. Went clear over this empty little head of yours. What was I thinking?

Oh, wait -- that's right. I was thinking that if ever there were a safe place to stash these truths, a safe receptacle to divest myself of these contradictions and null-intricacies that torment me so, it would be with a vacuous little cyst like you.

Dick P. Slaughter. A joke and its punchline, all wrapped up in a blunt little foulmouthed bow and sealed with a bullet.

Go ahead -- run it all back. Parrot everything I've just said to whoever'll listen. They'll think you've gone insane, and who knows? Maybe they're right. Maybe I'm just a figment of your imagination, speaking to you from inside your own head. Even with all of the otherworldly happenings plaguing the OWA at present, do you really think anyone will believe that David Smith, the crazy 0-2 sci-fi guy, is dreamwalking into his opponent's heads to talk shit?

I'm bettin' they won't. Everyone's a mile-and-a-half up their own ass around here, which is a mile-and-a-half too far to get a proper look at what's comin'.

Speaking of which... would you like to know what's coming, Dick? What's really coming?

A hint, if you're willing to accept it: what do the Frontline, heroes-regent of the Omega Wrestling Alliance, have in common with DT the Ruler? Before you say "championship gold", let me stop you -- as of last Kingdom, that's no longer true. Funny, isn't it? The way I just kind of spoke DT's loss into being?

But again, I digress.

No, the commonality binding the Frontline and the Ruler is a simple one: both parties stepped into the ring with yours truly, took one look at DGS, and said to themselves "nooooo thank you, I'mma pick a fight with that Arthur Lucideus kid instead".

See, Dick, I know what you're probably thinking: statistically, this match oughta be a wash, right? Both of us winless, yet to notch a victory since our respective arrivals here... must have you feelin' pretty good about your chances, right? Wrong. Look deeper, I implore you: I've yet to be pinned. I've yet to submit. I spent the days leading up to my matches with the Frontline and the Ruler doing all I could to antagonize them, to rile them up, to get their blood boiling so hot that when the time came and the bell rang they would have tunnel vision for me, and you know what?

It didn't fucking work.

When push came to shove and hammer came to anvil, the Frontline did everything within their meager powers to get me out of the ring and snag a quick, easy pinfall over Arthur Lucideus. Next go 'round, DT did the same thing: kept his distance the whole damn match, and when I had Tyler Kulina's head off his shoulders and said shoulders on the mat, the self-proclaimed Ruler of Men decided he didn't want any part of me and went to the same well, tapping out that silken-spined little dreg.

Even you must be detecting the beginnings of a pattern here, Dick: as frustrating as it may be from my side, all due credit to those men and their survival instincts. On some level or another -- may not have even been a conscious one -- they knew better. They knew.

Get in, handle your business, and get out before you get got. Sound logic, and it served them all well.

Problem is, Dick, you don't have that luxury. I've been waiting for this since day one, this first instance of a singular target, a singular piece of prey. Of meat. Come Kingdom there will be nowhere for you to run, nowhere for you to hide, nothing for you to shield yourself with, no scapegoat for you to steal from me. It'll be just the two of us, DPS and DGS, as alone together in the ring as we are right now in your head. And -- I'm gonna take the liberty of running back some of the irony you had for Chad a while back -- this isn't an action movie. No script, no backlot, no director to call "cut" when you decide you can't take anymore.

Come Kingdom, deciding when it all ends is my job. And when you strip away all the hyperbole I am, admittedly, rather fond of -- when you get rid of the Black Blade, the Sovereign, the Archdragon -- all that's left is, objectively, one of the greatest and most prolific wrestlers to ever set foot in a ring.

And make no mistake, Dick -- I am a villain unlike any you've seen before.

Alyssa Grace, DT The Ruler, Felix Hartley and Chad Ecclestone have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos October 10th 2022, 4:33 pm by **Lazarus Arjen**

“Do we have your attention now?”

You can - literally - picture the psychotic smirk crossing Lazarus’ lips without actually seeing him.

Initially there were two audio tracks to begin this video. The first track was Lazarus’ voice, the second being a duplicate but distorted and lowered in tone - which only added another level to the creepy and sinister situation we’ve found ourselves in.

Finally the video feed cuts in. At first, you wouldn’t think so - the black screen only flickers for a moment, but then we see the silhouette of Lazarus, we see that he is standing in a near pitchblack room. A faint light came from behind Lazarus who stood a few feet in front of where the camera was positioned.

“Since our inception we have ripped our way through Olympus without so much as a call to action from their roster, let alone a unit to stand up to us. It’s probably for the best; I guess they’ve seen what we’ve done to men like Darkane, Elijah Hampton, Kazuya Iwade, Nobi and Nate Cage. Battles may have been won by those men, but the war belonged to us. We’ve torn years from their lives and careers. Winning a match here and there doesn’t mean fucking shit. Winning the war, spilling blood on the battlefield and leaving bodies in our wake is what matters. What I have done in my short tenure in OWA; killed a god, made the infamous Darkane a mere afterthought in the conversation of depravity, snuffed out some street dwelling gutter whore in the form of the previously mentioned Graveworm’s sister, and exposed the complete and absolute fraud of a ‘devil’ known as Nate Cage. But yet; our deeds, our accomplishments and our actions have gone unnoticed by those who have turned a blind eye to Olympus out of what - sheer idiocracy? Out of some undeserved sense of superiority? I know Kingdom looks down on Olympus, considers us second rate garbage and turns an arrogant nose up before walking away. You’ve made the mistake of not paying attention…”

“Over two months ago, myself and Alex Carter violently brought an end to the Goodfellas and their campaign to become Olympus’ top tag team. I bashed Cage’s fucking head in and stood over the crushed shell of the former Devil of OWA. Over two months ago, myself and Alex Carter drove our fucking flag into the ground as the rightful number one contenders to the tag team championships; but the so-called champions over on Kingdom were busy handing out opportunities to the Golden Dawn and any other fucking pair of losers that have an itch to try their hand at wrestling for titles. The ‘champions’ over on Kingdom failed to address their rightful challengers, failed to give us our opportunities, and failed to even give us the attention we deserved. So, we took matters into our own hands. We decided to show up on Kingdom to remind you fuckers that we still exist and that we are still owed what we earned when we drove Cage and Nobi into the fucking ground. We needed to get your attention, Jeff and Chris; do we have it now?”

His voice held a certain threatening undertone to it. His voice dripped in venom as he spoke. The silhouette of the Depraved drifted from one side to the other, revealing another silhouette that remained (almost) motionless. After a second, it shuffled from side to side, but never really went anywhere. A muffled scream behind some sort of gag was heard, followed by a gentle “shhhh”.

“Don’t, Presley. Don’t waste the energy or the screams; you’ll need it all later.”

“Jeff; do you think I wanted it to come to this? Do you think I wanted to drag Presley into this? I know I’m fucking twisted. I know I did this exact same thing to get under Darkane’s skin - but that was personal. This? This is merely business. I don’t give a shit about you or about her, and that should make you terrified. It should frighten you, Jeff, because I lack a sense of connection to you or her - so I don’t care what happens to either of you. With Darkane, with Cassie - there was a past. There was a relationship, feelings, loyalty even; and I still dragged them both to hell and only one returned and had to be assisted by a fucking god to even do that. And believe it or not, Jeff, that was me holding back because of the past, the relationship, feelings and loyalty. There’s no holding back this time. There’s nothing restraining me from cutting her to pieces and sending them to you and her family on important dates. Imagine sitting around your christmas tree in a few months time, unwrapping a gift ‘From: Santa’ on the tag, and it’s miss Dawn’s lovely little hand. And while you fight back the anger and vomit, you can thank yourself and your own self-absorbed sense of entitlement. You can thank yourself and Chris for ignoring us for fucking months.”

He paused, allowing his voice to echo in this pitch black environment. The muffled screams continued, and you could hear a deep exhale from Lazarus. His silhouette approached the camera slowly.

“You forced my hand, Jeff. The severity of the situation, the legitimacy of myself and Alex as challengers has never been considered by you and Chris - which explains why we have been overlooked. You can point the finger of blame; blaming Golden Dawn, or blaming my blood feud with Darkane - but you both knew the challenge was there. You both knew we earned our chance. The champions, though, decided to just brush it under the rug. The champions chose the safety and comfort of Kingdom instead of crossing the line and coming to Olympus. We needed to make you open your eyes to see us - myself and Alex Carter - as not only just a legitimate threat to your reign, but as the ones who will END it -- and what better way to do that, than to take something away from you. Something that you cherish more than your fraudulent reign, more than the hunks of Gold that you’ve allowed to collect dust. You were more than content with letting those titles rest on the mantle and never seeing a real challenge for them. You were more than content with padding the length of your reign by not having to be a defending champion -- I had to do something that would make you want to give up everything you have, in order to bring home the one thing that you care the most about.”

“All of the hate, anger, bile that you have built up - use it. I want you to show up to Kingdom, looking to remove my head from my torso; because if all goes as planned - that’s exactly what I’m going to do to Presley, just on principle. I want what I’m owed, Jeff. I want what I’ve earned, and I will no longer wait on the sideline while you engage in piss-poor warfare with the Golden Dawn, or the idiots in For the Minorities, and believe me when I say - I will go to any lengths imaginable in this twisted head of mine, to procure what I desire. I will go to any lengths to get what is mine - the question is, though, will you? You may want to follow me into the mouth of hell reserved for those of obscene depravity, but will you? I’m not like any of these other guys you’ve come accustomed to on Kingdom - tough talk and threats from you and the Frontline won’t phase me in the least bit. Tough talk will only entice me to cut your throat apart in order to rip out your fucking vocal chords. Tough talk wis only going to make me hurt you in ways that you’ve never experienced before, and I’m going to make Presley watch every last horrible second of inhumane torture that I put you through.”

It was at this time that Lazarus removed a small flashlight from the pocket of the hoodie he wore. Turning it on, pointing it upward, we now see a glimpse of the face of The Depraved. The hood drawn up over his head. A twisted, evil smirk stretched across his face. And those cold, dead eyes staring directly into the camera.

“Do you think the prospect of Guerilla Warfare intimidates me? I’ve been in front of a knife, in front of a gun. I’ve stood in front of numbers that outweigh you and your Frontline. I’ve had my back to the wall with nothing but my fists as weapons; Guerilla Warfare is nothing compared to the wars that I’ve been through. Bring your boys. Bring a fucking ARMY to retrieve your sweetheart, Jeff, but don’t think for a second that I will be alone. I will be bringing some … friends …with me, and they will have no problem killing any of you for me. Jeff, you should know that a ‘Frontline’ of any battle ready unit needs to be ready to suffer heavy casualties. Thus far, the Frontline of Kingdom has played war with the Golden Dawn, but this time - it’s the real thing. I am no false god, instead I am the facilitator of those casualties. I am the bringer of death and if the dying starts with Presley, then so be it. I hope for her sake that you react quicker than Cassie’s brother did.”

Lazarus turned to, and then slowly moved toward Presley. The flashlight now shined on her, bound and tied down to a wooden chair. Duct tape stretched around her head over her mouth. Tears streamed down her face, her makeup running and smeared. Lazarus took one last look over his shoulder to the camera.

“You’ve played a game with a man who doesn’t play. You’ve ignored a man who doesn’t like to be ignored - and now you must face the consequences of that choice. Now you - and Presley - have to face the repercussions.”

“I hope you come to Kingdom ready to fight, Jeff. I hope you come to Kingdom ready to die. There is no one that can save you from me. Not Bishop. Not Sabertooth. No one. You need to make peace with that. You need to make peace with whatever god you pray to, and while you’re doing that - ask him to make room because I’m going to send either you or Presley up to meet him.”

He abruptly turned off the flashlight and that is where the video ended.

Alyssa Grace, Darkane, Rebecca Filth, DT The Ruler, Felix Hartley and Quinn have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos October 10th 2022, 7:58 am by **Michael Bishop**

You know… I think back to the day I received my coronation in infamy; It was many years ago, before the squared circle, before I married ‘becca, before I even left the Midwest. I think back to it whenever I wrap my hands.… I’ve adapted very well into my role ever since I traded octagon link for turnbuckles, and yet some things remain the same. Maybe somewhere deep down there’s a certain homely feeling the kyrlex wrap gives me, as I shackle my knuckles and prepare for war. But back then, on that day, I didn’t even have any wrap. A dark pit fighting arena, closed doors… different people, from different backgrounds, all screaming in different languages… but their meaning was the same; “Thrive or Die”.

Some of the calmest motherfuckers in the gym will never survive the crowd, out there?

They’re bloodthirsty, ever since we were surrounding gladiators in the colosseum.

The man who stood across from me mirrors the supposed beast I face at “Meltdown”, just over a week from now. Tattoos lining his body as he roars at the top of his lungs, his mind is possessed with a prophecy that he would overcome all- just like Titan. I however wasn’t blinded by such delusions. Calm as a shark, as we stood across the brutal fight pit that I’ll be returning to at Blood Sport 7. Two men locked in a cage, destined to fight like animals, both of us in a never ending staredown to see who would blink first, who’s will would fade first… who dares wins.

I found out very quickly. In my storied career I’ve always found prophecies to be a cover for fear- adopting the belief that god will protect you, is an easy coax to get you to step onto that battlefield, that fades quick when you realize… when you are in there with me? No one is coming to save you. All those who stand across from me are destined to be a statistic of my Blood Sport War, red corner or blue. Every strike, his eyes dilated, every counter, his roars got quieter. It was funny, really. And I dragged him down to that canvas, cut him, bled him, broke him. When the referee dragged me off, the crowd went silent. No cheers or jeers, just silence, shock, and well earned respect. And from the true believer himself? There were no prayers, no faith, and a new mythology had replaced his old belief as the words poured out…

“Mortem Eques. Mortem Eques. Mortem Eques…”

Dreadknight.

That canvas is the ultimate theater of truth. Everyone claims to be something, but many don’t live up to the expectations them set for themselves, and even fewer are able to be a fraction of the person they claim to be. I ask myself that question every day, my training sessions can, have, and will kill people who aren’t prepared for them. It’s cause every single time I look into that cracked mirror, I challenge myself to prove that I am the motherfucker I claim to be. I demonstrate it every single time I go out there, and it’s hilarious that everyone who claimed to be this brand’s breath of fresh air now sits in the back, jaw snapped, mouth wired shut, bitterness eating them away because they learned all too well: self proclaimed destinies ain’t shit if you don’t have the tools and the will to back it the fuck up. Dreams are easy, materializing them is hard, and doing so in the most violent sport in the world? Damn near impossible because while there are many self proclaimed kings, queens, false knights, and only one Bishop was able to flip that little board, take that crown, and now stands definitively at the peak of this mountain daring anyone to come and take it.

When presented with defending their title, against a supposed monster, in the most high octane stipulation of this sport, before what is supposedly going to be Kingdom’s biggest Boiling Point main event in years… be honest with me- any other motherfucker who has held this title would have flat out refused to do it. Not me. I’ve set a precedent with this title; fighting back to back, any opponent, anytime, two, three, four at a time it doesn’t fuckin’ matter to me, but come Sunday there will be two in that Blood Sport pit.

You and me.

Blood Sport 7 will be your night of Remembrance; many have claimed the title of King before me but very few if any lived up to that moniker. I was bombarded with doubts and jeers; I wear this title to be the staple World Heavyweight Champion For over a hundred days I have reigned… I’ve set the tempo by being the first and only of my kind to defend their title in a Fatal Four Way, and while some hoped that I would be dethroned they all knew... better because I dragged every ounce of fight they had into my territory, on my terms, by my means, and smothered it. For too long before me, this world title was held by men and women who barely lived up to its name and the idea of facing the world champion was a little more than a pass around. Now? you just signed the last contract of your life because question no longer is when am I gonna be defeated, it’s: Will I be defeated? Can I be defeated? Is there anyone they send next to stop the rise of the Heavyweight Reaper and the answer is: Fuck no. No one can, no one will, but I am a fighting champion, and while the Blue Brand took great care into molding you into a machine by feeding you false gods, you learned five minutes into coming here that the competition is very real, and you are all too human. I saw your blood being spilt in Brazil, I saw weakness in the aftermath of the Dark Kingdom tournament, and all I will see leaking out of you soon; is resignation, and fear.

The last 10 months have been the most successful year of my last decade, and the last 4 months have shown that I am the most ambitious and violent champion, who will go to every corner of the world and crawl through every single circle of hell and back to prove that I am the world champion, the main motherfucker. I’ve done what the last 10 champs; man, woman, demon- have failed to do. Make OWAC the four most revered and feared letters in combat sports history.

When we met force on force, you backed down, you flinched, you broke ranks from the tenacity you claimed to have. Just like every other time, Titan. Because it destroys your world view… No one can be better, no one can be stronger, and when you are met with an equal force it is sacrilege, yet doesn’t change the end result of you historically eating that mat over and over. You intrigue me Titan because even with the many times you have been exposed, you still believe you are what you say you are… You grew up to believe you were some Grecco-Roman reincarnation of a being, that never existed, on a path to claim a world title you can’t possibly hope to have, to fulfill a prophecy that is as fake as your ability to take a punch. Before I cemented myself as a Clash Winner, hell- before the era of the Outlaw King began… I carved my way through Kingdom, cutting through men like you. Monsters, brutes; larger than life motherfuckers who square up and claim they are the one and yet, that canvas is the great equalizer. Everything is left within those ropes and all the truth showed is that they were not even a fraction of what they claimed to be. And me? Every bout, every year I have proved again and again. I am every inch of the man I say I am: consistently victorious and the lethal constant.

Historically; I am a killer, you are a casualty.

We are not the same.

And when we lock horns? There will be more than sacrilege, what I am going to do to you will break every single fiber of what you were led to believe and will be the scripture of your destruction. I saw it in your eyes, Titan. The twitch, the dilation- the anxiety. The intrigue I showed was hunger because you square up to me not even two months into my reign and all you have brought me is an opportunity. To make a statement, not just like the before. Multi-man wars and high stakes gambit, and now I get to prove my metal in a one on one confrontation against one of the supposed new beasts on the block. And by the end of this? I will peel away that terror, rip off the façade and expose the fear underneath your skin.

I am the horseman walking in to put a fucking rail gun through your chin, through your head, through your soul. And after it is done? You’re gonna remember me for the rest of your life. I will be a phantom, and you will never be able to move on from the humbling that I will distribute when I tossed you from the top. Your never ending Knightmare. And the sick part? You will be grateful, because it’s going to be the biggest opportunity of your life, and yet another victory to me, don’t try to act like you’re something greater, we’re not the fuckin’ same. Not even close.

I have an Iron Throne, Titan. Forged and tested it has yet to be taken and the world’s top brand is owned, ran, and dominated by the world’s champion, Chicago’s finest. Where others see a challenge, I see an opportunity; I could wait and fight every pay per view but that’s not how I do things. I’m a conquering champion. This is the most prestigious strap of gold in the world and a man with a similar draconian sense of this like you knows what that means: Anyone, anywhere, anytime. You are either the best in the world or you hold it hostage to its true purpose and I know deep down inside that I am. Some questioned whether I was at 100%, whether brushing and fatigue had gotten me down- Hell no. Dying did me a favor because I’ve felt more alive than I have in years, decades, and I am on a mission. A one man war, to impose my will on this roster and company. The gods you conquered were over the hill men seeking to relive glory days on repeat at the expense of others, the ones I slain were slinging in thunder and lightning and they hit there mark, they got close, but they couldn’t make it stick. Season 4 was their graveyard, and Season 5 is the start of the era I have enacted and it will carry onto 6, 7, 8- because my words were very clear in Korea: No one is taking this belt from me.

You’re going back to a place you know all too well, down onto the salted earth of the Blood Sport pit. While this may be the first time a world title is defended there, it is my citadel, it is my home, and I’m going to do what so many should have done before and sever, split, and break whatever needs to be broken in order to make sure you never get back up again. And while you might not be going to Tartarus, you are going to the place where time doesn’t exist, and the last words will be the two that announced the end of your life, the death of your career, and the continuation of my time as the Undisputed, Undefeated, Undying full metal motherfucker of Kingdom..

And. Still.

Alyssa Grace, Darkane, Rebecca Filth, DT The Ruler, Felix Hartley and Chad Ecclestone have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos October 6th 2022, 11:58 pm by **"Killer Bee"**

“When a man sees his end, he wants to know there was some purpose to his life. How will generations speak my name for years to come?”

I don’t want to sound too melodramatic and all that, but that’s where I’m at this point of my career. I’m certainly in no danger of dying, or at least in no more danger than usual in a pro wrestling ring anyway, but I know now more than ever my time in this sport is limited. My body, though it’s definitely worn and not in the best of shape, can still go on. My mind is still sharp as ever when it comes to wrestling. I can still do all the moves, read all the weaknesses of my opponents and all that.

It’s the soul that’s lacking now. Some of you who have seen me wrestle and fight the last few weeks and months seem confused that I could even make a statement like that. How could April Song not have the soul of a fighter anymore? What does she even mean? For the first time in my time in OWA, I don’t really give a damn about what direction it goes anymore. Llorona running things is surprisingly stable compared to previous stints of people being in charge. Thotyssey? They’re just doing what the Dollhouse, Wolvesden, The Demolition Corps and the Jaxon Five did before them: moving the brand in the direction they see fit. Diantha Rosso sits somewhere plotting and scheming with her little briefcase….at least as long as she gets past Rebecca Brookes. Hana’s on her way to seeing a shrink to work out her obvious issues. And an actual damn shrink I hear is actually on the roster now!

Odyssey has become a battleground once again. But me? I don’t think I’m up for too many more fights. I don’t really see a point to it anymore. I’m obviously around if people want some guidance and all that on doing things the right way, but why should I stand in the way of progress? I don’t have a say anymore in the direction that this show is going to take. I don’t really find myself being motivated by titles or even money like I used to. So…it’s obvious to ask what keeps me motivated then?

Well, at least for now…my motivation is to be the biggest fucking pest possible to people I don’t like…and someone who the people I do like can count on. Someone who doesn’t have a big ego, who doesn’t have to be in the foreground…but can step up when called upon to produce something special.

Banshee, I’m not sure where I stand with you at the moment. I actually understand very much what you’re after. I chased Stephanie Matsuda around the globe and through social media for years to redress something that happened between us way back in the day in New Jersey. I know exactly what the vindication, redemption and retribution you’re looking for tastes like and it’s probably the sweetest taste in the world. But what do I care about your revenge, even if a part of me sympathizes? You’ve made it pretty damn clear you don’t particularly care if you have to go through me. In fact, you said that once the bell rings you’re not even going to see me in the ring! You’re going to look at me like you look at the Onlyfans Trio.

Look, for starters, I’m way fucking prettier than any of those girls so I’m damn offended you would see any of them when you look at me. Secondly, when you see me in the ring, don’t you think you would do better focusing on me instead of trying to “visualize and attack” Waterboy style? Blind rage isn’t going to get you anywhere. Just strength alone isn’t going to get you there either. You have to have the mental fortitude and focus to get to where you’re trying to go, sweetheart.

Now, don’t let it even sit in your mind that I haven’t forgotten about what you did to Hana. Even though she left me bloodied, even though she’s pushed me away and is in a dark place right now…that’s still my little sister in the wrestling world. You have enough on your plate with me trying to bring her into this like you tried to. Hana is Hana and April is April. Just because you couldn’t live out what weird fetish you have to fight Havoc again doesn’t mean I don’t present you with many more problems.

By the way, after having fought Havoc myself, 0/10. Do not fucking recommend at all.

So, what problems do I present to you? Well, besides my submission list that exceeds 5091 different submissions and counting, I’ve also improved my striking a bit from the last time we’ve wrestled. I’ve even taken to doing a few good lucha things now and again to give the crowd something to get hyped up for! But one thing that I don’t think you or anyone else still standing in this tournament has going for them but I do is the fact that I have nothing left to prove and absolutely nothing to lose.

No one would have given a flying fuck if my run ended in this tournament against Tarah. In fact, in all my other appearances in this Athena’s Cup, I’ve lost in the first round. I lost to Eris and I lost to our not-so-honorable GM because of Odyssey’s most recently added commentator and I had a few personal issues to work out between us. This is uncharted territory for me but…what about everyone else involved? How would it look for them and their pride and their standing if they lost?

Angelina Magnum? Well, she was put in this tournament specifically to keep the Athena’s Cup away from YOU, Banshee, and anyone else gunning for the Bimbo Brigade. If she loses and has to explain to Felix and Filth that she couldn’t get the job done….how is she going to save face? How will she have the moral fiber to get up in the morning and go to her latest photo shoot? And what about our little friend Skyler? She’s not used to losing, period! She doesn’t understand the concept of failure. How big of a shock would it be for her to come up short and have to explain to her corporate partners, her tag partner Tarah, to the entire world….that she didn’t say what she was going to do? Now I understand she was nearly killed in an unfortunate act of terrorism on the last Odyssey, but do you think she’s going into this match, the rest of this tournament even, with the intent of doing nothing but winning?

What about you, Banshee? You’re the one who needs this most of all. You’ve sworn revenge. Revenge for them denying you the Championship that many think you deserve. Revenge for hurting you. Revenge for them denying The Horde the opportunity to celebrate your moment of destiny with you! What do you do if that all goes kaput and you fail on this Athena’s Cup bid…how do you get back into the Championship picture, huh? Me, I got my ass kicked one week and was fighting Stephanie Matsuda for the title the next! That leads me to believe that Llorona views me as someone who can draw eyeballs to a product but…generally harmless to the top contenders.

In my humble opinion, that’s a WONDERFUL way to be looked at especially when you know many ways of causing harm.

You, you’re not looked at through the same rose-tinted glasses. You’re dangerous. You’re unpredictable. And furthermore, Llorona obviously doesn’t fucking like you. She’s not going to afford you the same opportunities. She’s going to keep you at the bottom until you’re somehow useful to her. Maybe you’ll get your chance in the Clash. Maybe you’ll be in the same match that Diantha and Alyssa have conquered and earned your way then. I don’t know if you’re necessarily human, but even you can become desperate. You’ve been down the road of getting so close yet stumbling at the finish line so many times I almost called you Diantha Rosso earlier this week.

This is your big moment. This may be the BEST moment that you’ve ever had. The beast that longed so much for success, for acceptance, is finally on the verge of it all. And now you’re going to force me to look like the fucking bad guy by taking it all away?

That’s rude, but I don’t mind.

You asked me earlier this week what my motivation was for this tournament? I don’t really have any motivation for the tournament. But every match that I enter, I have some degree of motivation. With Tarah, it was defending the legacy of Odyssey that I’ve helped build and you’ve certainly played your part in building. With you? My motivation is simply to stand in your way and see what the hell you can possibly do about it. I’m an opponent like none other you’ll face in OWA. I don’t fear you. I respect you and respect what you’re capable of, but I’m not one to back down from it. I’ve never run from anything in my life and I’m certainly not going to start in my late thirties running from a chubby woman in facepaint with a bad fucking hair day.

It seems that my words have gotten you a bit angry. That I don’t understand what you’ve been through with Jonetta and everything that’s happened to you. Do you mind if I make something very clear to you about your suffering, the pain and trauma that you’ve gone through, that people would sacrifice their first-born to be in the position I’m in right now? Here it goes:

Just because I DONT FUCKING CARE….doesn’t mean I don’t understand.

You can say that I hate you, or have animosity towards you…that’s not true. Odyssey is for everyone these days, from the onlyfans gang to Diantah to You. And I’m certainly not one to fail to acknowledge that. But what I want you to acknowledge is that even though you’ve been a beast and have taken down people who have come at you in waves: no group of women, no weapon forged can do as much damage as I can do with my own two hands.

I’m, as the kids of this generation say, built differently.

You’re going to find out just how different I’m built when I’ve made you tap out in front of The Horde and leave you scrambling for another way to fulfill what everyone believes is your destiny. You may be fighting for redemption and all that good stuff that makes kids’ hearts warm and fuzzy. I’m just here for a good time and a better fight.

And best believe you’re going to get the fight of your life.

Jeff X, Alyssa Grace, The Banshee, Rebecca Filth, DT The Ruler, Felix Hartley and Chad Ecclestone have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos October 6th 2022, 11:51 pm by **Quinn**

the ellie quinn diaries. // a state of flux.

“Man cannot remake himself without suffering, for he is both the marble and the sculptor.”

Change.

We as a society aren't used to change. Change, as a concept, is a foreign invader of our society.

But all you need to change the world is one good lie and a river of blood.

Ellie Quinn lives in a state of constant change.

Changing her surroundings, moving from the cold, harsh winters of Chicago to the middle of the Arizona desert.

Changing those she deems close enough to have that wall broken down between her personal and professional lives.

Changing the world around her with constant action and constant reaction.

While Ellie Quinn does her best to live and thrive through change after change after change, however, nothing seems to ever go right.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

Eyes darting back and forth between the television and the half-finished bottle of whiskey in her hand, Ellie Quinn looks on at whatever episode of Forensic Files she has on as background noise while she tries to collect her thoughts. Taking deep breath after deep breath before she finally downs the remnants of the liquid in her glass, slamming it down on the coffee table before shutting off the television, tossing the remote aside before roughly combing her fingers through her hair. Growling, grumbling to herself, wallowing in her own misery and vices of choice.

“...Fuck this.”

“...BIANCA, I want you to understand something. This? This…whatever this is between you and I, it fucking ends when I climb to the top of that ladder on the way to taking that Sparks Championship from Felix Hartley. So when I finally push you out of my way, and out of my life, you better stay the fuck out of my life, if you know what’s good for you.”

“See, we both know I’ve never been one for subtlety, and I’ve never been one to turn down an opportunity to brag, because I’m kind of an asshole that way. I’ve struggled my entire life to make it to where I am today. And by God, I’m proud of that. But you? You were born with a path to success cleared for you, and you still think that you own the damn place. And that? That makes me sick to my goddamn stomach.”

“Because I’m not going to blow smoke up your ass, but I have to admit that you have all the talent in the world to accomplish anything in this business…but you’ve done it with a silver spoon in your mouth and someone else’s rocket strapped to your ass. You have all the capabilities to accomplish anything you’ve set out to do by your goddamn self, but yet you still allow yourself to have your hand held through it all. And honestly? It’s such a fucking waste.”

“A waste of talent, a waste of time, a waste of space. That’s what you are, BIANCA. A waste. Such a goddamn shame. You could grab this industry by the balls and instead you sit on a throne crafted for you out of other people’s hard work and you’re too encompassed in your own insatiable ego to recognize that you’re engulfed in your own mediocrity.”

“Maybe one day, you’ll finally recognize that making your living off other people’s hard work won’t get you anywhere in this industry. Maybe I’ll just have to beat that mindset into you. Maybe somebody else will. Life is full of maybes and what-ifs. But I’m not going to let maybes or what-ifs define me. Define who I am. Define my past. Define my present. Define my career. Define my legacy. No…no, my career, my legacy will be defined by what I’ve accomplished so far, and what I’ll accomplish down the line. Your career will be defined by all the accolades of those who carried you to wherever you go from here.”

“I’ve tried to teach you lesson, after lesson, after lesson…tried to show you that nobody is in this industry to be your handout, nobody is in this industry to make you their charity case. You took me out from behind and tried to make your big moment at my expense. That was mistake number one. True friends stab you in the front, and they go for the spots where it hurts the most. You can complain up and down that I cost you the Women’s Tag Team Championship, but I wasn’t about to drag you out of your stubborn, upper crust cunt ways. I’m not here to hold your hand, I’m here to beat you down. You can cry about me costing you the Goddesses Championship, but we go right back to square one: What have you done to earn…actually earn a goddamn thing?”

“You were born, bred to be a star, but you dimmed your own star with your insatiable ego and your lack of actual desire. You were handed the keys to the Porsche, but you don’t even know how to put it in drive. You have this burning desire to be a star, to be a champion and belittle those you think are beneath you, but babygirl, I wasn’t handed the keys to the Porsche, I hotwired the old ‘68 Mustang, I put my foot on the gas and I blazed a trail for myself so that nobody else behind me could walk it! My life has been pedal to the metal since I popped out the womb and it’ll be that way until I go out in a blaze of glory as an octogenarian in some nursing home.”

“I’ve been at the top of the mountain, I’ve been down in the dumps, but unlike you, I don’t let my failures define me. I let the sacrifices I’ve made define me. But you? You don’t know a damn thing about sacrifice. You’ve never sacrificed anything that was actually yours in your whole damn life. I’ve made my bed, and I’ll lie in it. But not before I make you a bed six feet under in the fucking dirt. You and I couldn’t be any more different. You are champagne, caviar, high society and country clubs. I was born and raised by a father who hated me for who I am, but by God, he raised me to fight my own goddamn battles. You play with nine irons, I fight with tire irons.”

“You're living in a fantasy world, BIANCA. You’re lost in your own delusions of grandeur to the point that you don’t even realize how much your shit actually stinks. But if you're so hellbent on staying in your fantasy world? Well, then I will gladly be the dose of reality that desperately needs to be injected into your bloodstreams. My entire career has been built on hard work and a desire to tell all my doubters to kiss my ass. Your entire life was paid for on someone else's dime and someone else's reputation. I've made a living off broken dreams, broken hearts and broken bones, and I've come to collect the bill."

“I’m not coming to India, to that ring to have a match with you. I don’t need to. You’re stepping out of your little bubble that you’ve had handcrafted for you, and you’re stepping into my world. This isn’t going to be catch-as-catch-can. This isn’t going to be strong style. This isn’t going to be lucha libre. This match? This match is going to be me beating the fuck out of you. Bludgeoning you with whatever I can get my hands on. Gouging your goddamn eyes out, ripping your goddamn hair out. Ruining that pretty face and leaving scars, leaving you in a nightmare that you’ll never wake up from. It’s clear now, clear as goddamn day that we will never be on the same side of the battle. We will never be cordial with one another. We were put on this planet to kill each other if we have to.”

“You pride yourself on your cute little catchphrases and pride yourself on calling yourself the Top Tier. You ain’t the top tier of nothing. All you are is a whiny, entitled broad with a bad attitude and a stick shoved up your ass. You’re the bottom rung on the ladder that I’m going to climb to the top of Odyssey. And when you fuck this up, just like you fucked up that tag title opportunity? Just like you fucked up that Goddesses Championship opportunity? You’ll be left with nobody to blame but yourself.”

“This isn’t going to be a match, this is going to be a war. There will be casualties. There will be blood. There will be violence. See, I've spilled blood on four different continents...and I do mean spilled it. This? This is nothing compared to the warzones I've been in inside of that ring. Deathmatches, street fights, barbed wire, lighttubes, broken glass, Cage of Death. You name it? Ellie Quinn has fucking done it. You take one step into my world and you’ll be whistling ‘Stranger in Paradise’. You think that this Ellie Quinn is the Ellie Quinn you’re stepping in that ring with? With no rules, no restrictions, nothing stopping me? Nah, if this Ellie Quinn stepped into that environment, you’d eat her alive. You’ve unleashed a whole different beast, an uncaged animal that you aren’t ready to take on by yourself. You have unleashed the devil that you made that deal with, and I’ve come to collect for him, with interest.”

“You just aren’t ready for the hell that I’m about to drag you through, babygirl. You yearn for the big time, you yearn for the spotlight. Well, unfortunately for you? When you step into my spotlight, and it will burn you to the fucking ground.”

Jeff X, Alyssa Grace, The Banshee, Lazarus Arjen and Chad Ecclestone have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos October 6th 2022, 11:48 pm by **The Banshee**

Odyssey Promo Two

NO MOTIVATION NECESSARY... BUT THANK YOU ANYWAYS...

April Song, it’s fitting that you ended what you said by reminiscing about us “joking around” the last time we fought… because I certainly found no humor in losing to you then, and I certainly didn’t find anything you said funny this time either… At least… Not at first, before I analyzed what the “Old Hag,” as you put it yourself, had to really say, and the meaning behind those words…

“The fact is, I don’t think you’re good enough to be World Champion. I don’t think you have the skill, the heart, or the fucking brain to do it. And there’s one critical thing…..I don’t think you’ve suffered enough.”

I could care less about your assessment of my intelligence, skill-sets, or my “heart,” because I’ve since proven myself, well after you took another April Song “hiatus” whenever you needed to lick your constant wounds… I have once NEVER backed down after any setback, instead growing into more power… and popularity… things that must piss a wrestling purist like you off, knowing that someone with no wrestling background could come in, raise literal hell, and make herself a nightmare for the entire fucking roster!

And you don’t think I’ve “suffered enough?!”

Since when have you become the world’s foremost expert in “suffering?” Are you upset because you FAILED for FOUR LONG YEARS YOURSELF overcoming your rival? All you did here was showcase how much you’ve failed in the past…

How did you “suffer” enough to be “worthy?” If anything, it just proves how WEAK and PATHETIC you were back then… and how SAD and BROKEN you’ve become now…

Jonetta Stone ripped away my very freedom… have you ever had your free will stripped away from you, let alone in front of the ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD… It was like being nude and shamed in public… I was ashamed that I couldn’t do anything but be a mindless prisoner, while Jonetta used me for her own selfish ambitions… learning a FATAL lesson in the process…

The Banshee is a force TOO POWERFUL to control… and TOO DANGEROUS to cross…

But there’s also another lesson that can be learned by everyone here, especially you…

The Banshee WILL NEVER STOP COMING FOR YOU… ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU PISS YOU HER OFF!!!

You, April Song… have officially pissed The Banshee off… and I really don’t care how “brave” or unafraid you really are… because when you’re being laid to rest, while the NetherRealms debate who gets to torture your soul first… you’ll have plenty of time to assess how courageous you were in “standing up” to the Queen of the Monsters…

Stupid and foolish… but courageous all the same… would your mother be proud?

Courage won’t be enough of a shield to block the fury and damage that I’m going to inflict… this isn’t a threat meant to “scare” or “intimidate” you, either, “Killer Bee,” although you should remember this isn’t springtime, darling…

It’s Banshee-Ween, bitch… it’s like having home-field advantage for the entire fucking month… not that’s needed against some recycled version of a once-great warrior like you, despite the fact you held a top title only a few short months ago… even though you’ve been past your prime ever since the Demo Corps imploded from within… that’s the April Song that I want to fight…

That’s the April Song that I want to bury into earth’s freshly dug soil… a grave that I’ve specially prepared for you…

And how strange you listed “examples” as women that, in your judgmental eyes, you believed have suffered enough anguish and atrocities to become worthy champions… How are any of these women relevant to you and me? You want me to shove a piece of glass in my face?

Did you forget that I already shoved a fucking METAL SPIKE through my orbital socket just to kill off Morrighan?

You clearly are begging for someone to put a bullet in your head… you don’t have the passion or desire for this anymore, and the fans see right through your sanctimonious bullshit just as clearly as I do!

By your own words, you stated that “I could be sitting at home now getting ready for retirement but now I have to endure at least one more week… I don’t care about the World title. I don’t really care about Odyssey as far as who is on top.”

If that’s how you truly feel, then why fucking bother showing up at all? You may not care about the brand, the fans, or the world title…

But The Banshee WANTS what’s best for the Odyssey…

The Banshee WANTS the OWA Undisputed Women’s Championship more than anything!

I never needed ANY motivation to fight… although I was going to go easy on you, so that way you could enjoy retirement without needing to eat your meals through a medical tube…

Instead, we’re skipping past those parts… because this isn’t just another match for me… it’s a chance to redeem another past failure, just like I did last week when I punished your tag-team partner like a Cenobite… maybe that’s another reason why you’re so salty… but fuck proving myself, I'm just going to enjoy snapping your bones like a child with plastic bubble-wrap...

You’re such a pessimistic person these days, aren’t you? You seem to think that all The Banshee does is make enemies… that’s already a poor assumption, because these women drew first blood… they all MADE themselves enemies of The Banshee, not the other way around…

And do you think that I fear any reprisals from Gwen Harper, someone who has been absent for a year? No, and I’m prepared for when Gwen’s path and mine will cross again in the future, but you’re missing the bigger picture right now, April…

While The Banshee may be one of the most hated women by the majority of the Odyssey roster… The Banshee is FAR FROM ALONE… in fact, The Horde has become the most powerful and united voice in the land!

You’re right, April… I’ve yet to win any gold on Odyssey, even after two long years have passed… AND YET, The Banshee is the most popular personality in every venue I appear… Unless you’re deaf… which, given your age Bea McArthur, is a real possibility… you’ve heard The Horde cheering my name throughout every show this year…

Banshee… Banshee… Banshee… Banshee…

Could jealousy be the true reason behind all your animosity towards me? Let me guess, you’re probably “above all that” or something old-timey and cliché like that, right?

As for winning anything of note… you fail to recognize what The Banshee views as “victories,” but they do include being 2-0 at Final Destination… against Azumi Goto and Jonetta Stone, two women you couldn’t stop name-dropping enough in your latest drunken ramble… I’ve also beaten Matsuda multiple times, I nearly destroyed Diantha before showing her a new path of chaos… one that she has, unfortunately, perverted by aligning herself with trash like Llorona, but Diantha’s time is numbered… regardless of how this current path turns out, I will NEVER LOSE SIGHT OF HER, just as she continues to watch me from the shadows…

You’ve said several far-fetched knee-slappers thus far, but I nearly died with laughter when you said, "I just want to make sure it’s penetrating you that psychological warfare has no effect on me. Intimidation doesn’t work on me. The only thing that I understand when it comes to situations like this is violence…and I don’t think there is no one walking around on Odyssey, least of all you, who can match me in my knowledge of violence and how to inflict bodily harm on other human beings.”

Do you think I care if you’re scared or not? I’m not appearing like a ghost out of the shadows in this fight… You’re going to see the Monster coming right at you, and you’re not going to have any answers how to stop me… You talk about knowledge of violence, yet you haven’t been fully tested by the Queen of the Monsters, a woman that has INNOVATED VIOLENCE in half the time it took you to overcome your “rival!” I don’t give two fucks if you’re shaking in your crocs or not…

The Banshee is going to humble, humiliate, and utterly destroy the miserable walking mummy once known as April Song… no matter how BRAVE you are, it won’t compare to the power of The Horde screaming for your blood the second the bell rings…

I won’t let them down… and neither will you…

“Am I willing to sacrifice to get to the Athena’s Cup? Sure, now that I’m here.”

I’ve pointed out multiple times that you’ve made it clear you’d rather be retired than fighting for a championship right now, but this statement just perfectly sums it all up right there, doesn’t it?

You talk about The Banshee being undeserving and unworthy, April… but YOU’RE THE ONE THAT’S UNDESERVING! All you’ve done is whine and bitch about being in the Athena’s Cup tournament, competing for a guaranteed future opportunity to fight for the title… yet you fail to remember that there are so many other women on the roster that would give a LITERAL arm and a leg just to have the same opportunity that you were gift-wrapped and handed by Llorona, someone that I think you have a better relationship with than you’d lead us to believe… your friendship with Hana is proof enough that you have questionable tastes in friends…

You say I don’t deserve to be fighting for the Undisputed Women’s World Championship? April Song, you don’t deserve to be an active member of the Odyssey roster! You were gifted a tournament spot that deserved to go to a younger…

… and I mean YOUNGER…

and more motivated lady… so how dare you ever question anyone’s fucking integrity, anyone’s worthiness, when you, April… haven’t been worthy in a long… fucking… time?

You’re not the April Song of legend… you’re just a pathetic, feeble, washed-up and regurgitated version of your former self… As you cried yourself, you DIDN’T WIN the match against Tarah, regardless of what you THINK were her TRUE motivations in leaving the match… and thus the tournament…

And you clearly don’t want to be here, but you’re grandstanding because you have such a massive ego yourself, Miss Luthor…

“If you want the Athena’s Cup, if you want to get to the top of Odyssey and all that other crap you’ve been rambling about for the past year or so, You’re going to have to get past me. And to get past me, baby girl, you’re going to have to suffer. A lot. So much in fact I don’t think you have it in you to do so.”

First of all, don’t call me “baby girl” ever again… it’s just weird, April… it just sounds weird…

It’s also funny how you think that everyone that’s ever held a title has won it in such noble ways… you like to gloss over how it takes several women to overcome The Banshee these days…most likely because you KNOW that Thotyssey is going to show up at some point in this match, something you NEED to use to your advantage, because deep down inside… you truly know you can’t stop my rampage… But just remember that I’m COUNTING ON THEM SHOWING UP…

and that maybe I made some new friends of my own…

Secondly, as I mentioned before… I never once needed any additional motivation to bring everything I have to win the Athena’s Cup this year, but I don’t understand the sheer stupidity of your actions… If you’re standing in the middle of a hot, fiery inferno, why would you shower yourself with gasoline, like a model taking a shower in a shampoo commercial? Because April,... that’s exactly what you did when you jawed off at the Queen of the Monsters… and on Odyssey, you’re gonna fucking burn in agony for it, bitch!

Diantha Rosso, Jeff X, Alyssa Grace, DT The Ruler and Chad Ecclestone have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos October 6th 2022, 11:28 pm by **DarkCircle**

Voice: Sometimes silence can be mistaken as fear when in reality, it is something much more primal.

{The screen comes up and we find ourselves within one of the many ruins found around India, and from behind the head one of the many large, fallen ancient statues comes none other than Yuna Kurosawa herself. The woman that Vergil Urahara once dubbed was his "Furious Angel" has a thoughtful expression upon her darkly beautiful face as she looks around the ruins that surround her}

Yuna: When I first came into this promotion, I had such high hopes for my time here. I mean yes, Devon did tell me that I would have to bust my perfect ass to accomplish things around here and while I did believe that he was perhaps underselling the value of the talent here, I didn't expect him to be telling the *exact* truth.

But then again, I've never been one to be afraid to bust my ass if it gets shit *done*.

You see, I'm not prideful enough to not say that I've allowed my rage at certain little fuckers who've used me as their stepping stone in the past hasn't been foremost in my mind and that being made to help carry a fledgling like Izumi in this women's tag division has and hasn't helped my already darkening moods by a fraction of an inch...but the constant enjoyment of one bloody battle after another, oh how those work wonders for my black little heart.

Just like mine and Izumi's matches coming up on Odyssey when we first go after the Wonder Bitches in Skyfire and Kuzunoha for our contendership against Grace and Karlson for the Odyssey tag or Women's World Tag or whatever you wish to call them for all that I care.

The point is two unworthy little devils standing in the way of mine and Izumi's shot at what should be *our* titles already.

{Yuna allows herself a dark little smirk to cross her face as she carelessly tilts her head to the left as she walks around another ancient piece of stonework, stopping for a moment to pause behind it like she's "hiding" from the camera before peeking out behind it on the right side}

Yuna: Do you not think that I don't get what you're doing, Ruri? Hiding behind a veteran like Skyfire, who comes to use from a great many series of horrendous dumpster fires to join us in the calm, desolate lands of the Omega Wrestling Alliance's Odyssey brand under Llorona...hmmmm???

Do you think that I don't see you're oh so clever plan to make her do all of the freaking work while you suck up all of those winner's purses...I mean yes, Skyfire has had such a successful career that she's now in the twilight of her career, one that has been filled with such highs and lows of total violence that one can't believe that she's only been doing that within the last decade or so instead of since the 90s with that ancient brand of creatures such as Jason "Stalker" Reeves, "Ego Buster" Dan Ryan, Stephanie Matsuda's trainer Black Scorpion, or even my trainer and cousin of Skyfire's hated opposite Celes Dumont?

I can.

I can believe that because where she is much more of a proven fighter, you Ruri are more of a proven pedantic *twat* with all the grace and poise of a New York Stock Banker and what little wrestling talent that you have would be wasted on those dumpster fed garbage wrestlers with their backyard promotions, full of broken and bloody dreams that someday they will jump off someone's roof just high enough that someone famous will see them.

{Yuna's smirk gets even bigger as she points at the camera}

Yuna: That's you, Ruri. You see I hold no respect for you what-so-ever because of the kind of creature you've shown yourself to be and yes, while each of our past encounters has ended with a loss on my end, this week's match will end a little bit differently than the last time.

Because this time...this time, I'm going all in and I won't stop until I can feel that hot blood of yours splash across my fingers because Izumi and I understand the score and we're not going to stop until the job is *done* and we move onto next Odyssey's match against Grace and Karlson for the tag titles while the two of you are left in our dust as you will no doubt bicker and grip and bitch amongst yourselves because you've allowed your own emblazoned egos to get the better of you both rather than focus on the hidden dangers before you.

{Yuna then slowly stalks down from behind the statue, the smirk dropping from her face like a bead of sweat as glares hard at the camera and beyond that, her opponents}

Yuna: But that doesn’t say that I’m downplaying what you can do, Remi Skyfire. No, I’m fully aware of what you can do in that ring because not only have I done my homework and watched the hours and hours of tape that there is on you, I’ve also had long conversations with Celes about your past with her and while I know that’s ancient news to you, it’s a fast approaching future for me and I take my preparations very seriously.

But the most important thing is that for the kid and me we’ve worked too hard to fall at this point to some team to whom these titles mean nothing more than just another payday. No, the OWA Women’s tag titles and the chance to fight for them means that all of the hard work and sacrifice that Izumi and I have been working towards constantly means that we’ve *earned* our fucking places in this company, that we’ve clawed our way high enough so that every inch that we’ve clawed for every drop of our blood, our sweat that we’ve spent on that particular journey means more to us than any simple old pay day that the two of you simply fight for every other Tuesday at the pub!

Also on a personal side note, I refuse to let the kid down because you’ve not seen how hard she’s been fighting and clawing to improve herself and how she works in that ring every day, sometimes going without food or water for hours in order to hit a particular move or how to handle a specific bump that one of the two of you *fucks* will no doubt go for during this match and I will not allow you to simply waste all of her hard work by screwing her over in this chance to show why she belongs here in the OWA which is why I’m going to happily go through hell and highwater to tear the two of you down with her to beat you and move on to bigger and brighter things.

{Yuna then closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to focus and center herself for a moment before she opens them again with her attention still focused}

Yuna: And that is why Izumi and I will be walking out of night one with that title match and then on night two, we’ll be walking out of that match as the new tag team champions because we’ve fought to earn the shot with all of the hard work and sacrifice and we will *win* those same titles from that very *shot* because of those same two reasons, make no mistake about that, but in the end when everything is said and done, you’re looking at the next Omega Wrestling Alliance Women’s World Tag Team Champions.

Not a couple of Hardcore Harlots,

But the two little shadows that you all keep forgetting exist in the bigger shadows on the wall.

See you all at Odyssey, girls. Try and fight your hardest because I guarantee you that for once…your bests will simply not carry you the day.

{The screen fades to black as Yuna walks away further into the ruins}

Jeff X, Alyssa Grace, DT The Ruler and Chad Ecclestone have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos October 6th 2022, 11:19 pm by **Rebecca Brookes**

THE BROOKES FILES BLOG III
THE PERSISTENCE STRIKES BACK

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Ah yes, we’re back on our regularly scheduled bullshit once again.

It’s been just under a year since the last one and you know we make these on special occasions, and this occasion is no different than the rest, because we’re just counting down the days until Rebecca Brookes vs Diantha Rosso — Ascension to The Heavens briefcase on the line. A lot’s happened since the last one of these, y’know? I mean, where we left off was right before the Promethean Chamber match and well.. I made it to the final two, and then I got stabbed, and then I lost. Which, inadvertently, became where I truly fell off as a person.

I lost the chance to become Women’s World Champion. I lost the chance to be a Clash of The Titans Winner. I left then, after being suspended, and came back. Then I lost the chance to become Goddesses Champion once again. And then I lost the chance to survive the first round, again, in the Athena’s Cup. However, the last two are really important for this one’s topic — or really, just the person in question as a whole — because Diantha Rosso’s been a sneaky little shit behind my back. I mean, a person plotting to ruin my career instead of... I don't know...

CASHING IN THE GODDAMN
ASCENSION TO THE HEAVENS BRIEFCASE?!

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[PICTURED: DIANTHA ROSSO’S WHOLE CAREER.]

Seriously, Diantha, you good mate?

I’ve said it before to you but haven’t you just come to the realisation that you are, indeed, ducking the World Champion instead of maaaayyyybeeee cashing in and making yourself known to them?

(bruh, what kind of fucking excuse is that? lmfaooooo.)

And to be honest with each and every single one of you? I am kiiiiiiiinda tired of the shit, really, it’s annoying when you’ve got Diantha Rosso just repeating the same shit over and over again– like damn, we get it. We really do get it. You’re wanting to prove something, you wanna get rid of me, same shit you’ve been saying for about... three months now? Feels like it anyway. Nonetheless, there’s something about Diantha that is fucking revolting and absolutely REEKS from her — and no, I don’t mean any curry that she’s had from these smelly Indians going around, I mean like... she’s a bit of a, quote unquote, “mark” for herself. Like, dear jesus christ– you are so full of yourself that I question if you’re an actual wrestler or just a fan tryna fantasy book shit for yourself and this one? This shit’s the worst fantasy you’ve made for yourself.

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[PICTURED: ME WALKING TO THE RING AND SMELLING THE PITS OF DIANTHA FROM A MILE AWAY.]

What I cannot even begin to understand is this absurd determination to get rid of me, like I haven’t been here for the last two whole fucking years along with you and we’ve met inside of the ring numerous times beforehand, why be so determined now, Diantha? Was it because I hit you and your best mate right in the back with a chair? Was it really because of that shit like three to four months ago? Like I’ve said previously, you’ve been calling me persistent—but in reality, it’s been you—and now you just wanna continue to go on and on again about how you’ve done this and you’ve done that.

We get it, Diantha. Old ass bitch, we don’t need the fucking history lesson right now. You really are not doing anything productive in your life, or even in society as a whole. (NOTE: Jeff, don’t click that link when outside.) Tell me, what is the point in trying to listen to you when you’re just going to constantly look at things through rose-tinted glasses (in your own way), and always see the positives that you want to see, not how I want to see them.

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[PICTURED: DIANTHA ROSSO.]

You’re out here talking about how I can’t do anything, how I probably know that I can’t defeat you myself, and you’re painting me as the failure that just won’t stop and just won’t know when to quit– but what about yourself, Diantha? When you went on to win the Women’s Clash of The Titans match—twice in back to back years, might I add—should we begin to speak upon your own failures? When you went to go for the OWA Women’s World Championship after winning those Clash matches and yet, never got the big one? And it’s funny because, you know, we all know how you eventually did win the big one. We all know the story about how you turned your Final Destination losses into a massive rags to riches story. But just take the moment to realise– you’ve been handed two years of the biggest nights of your life, handed to you because you took down the Odyssey brand in those matches, and not even you could capitalise on such an opportunity. To make those matters worse, it wasn’t until Rebecca Filth did it that we actually had a Clash winner on the pink brand go ahead and do something for themselves at Final Destination.

And even when you did win that championship, Diantha. Even when you finally did capture that championship, you fucked it up. Not once, but twice. You’ve held the title for a grand total of one hundred days across those two reigns of yours—and to really add the salt to the wounds, Rosso? I heard you call me the fourth-most relevant Goddesses Champion, and I had to laugh at that because when I think about your reign as Women’s World Champion? All that I – and just about anyone – can remember about any of those reigns was when Eris cashed in her Athena’s Cup to take the title off of you. So, just remember that when my reign was remembered, it was because of something good– when you were remembered for your reigns?

It’s because you fucked up.

Because you failed.

Because you were nothing more than an insecure loser.

And I’m sure you’re going to give that same old speech you’re willing to hand out, Diantha.

“THAT WAS THE OLD ME– THAT WASN’T WHAT I AM NOW– NONE OF THAT MATTERS TO ME NOW, ALL THAT MATTERS TO ME NOW IS BEING ABLE TO CASH IN THIS BRIEFCASE ON FILTH AND WIN WHAT HAS ALWAYS BEEN MINE—”

You petulant child. That’s all that you are, nothing more than a spoiled brat and a whining little child. I’m sure that you’re going to go out of your way to be calling me this as well, Diantha, but that’s just you projecting your shit onto me once again. That’s really just a common thing with you, isn’t it? You’re someone that really just loves projecting their own problems onto others, turning it onto them, and using it against them whilst knowing that it’s actually you who suffers the most from these same problems. And to be honest with you, Diantha?

Who would’ve thought that, a year ago or so, that my one chance to face Diantha Rosso one-on-one would be ruined by the fact that Diantha decided to become the biggest empty-headed fucking cunt that’s ever been seen in this world. Who would’ve thought that Diantha would’ve become the biggest coward she’s ever been in her whole life—and her biggest problem about it all?

She became persistent about it.

You know—the same shit you claimed that I was? Yeah, that.

lolololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololol

God, I am so fucking hilarious. But you’re not, and you’re really trying your hardest to be that– trying your hardest to prove much of a point, but that’s it. You’re just someone that’s trying. You’re someone that’s trying way too damn hard and that’s become the problem for you, because you simply do not know when to stop until it has gone on too far. Take a look at how far you were willing to prove such a weird and obscure point about “beating me”, Diantha. You started listing off all of these names and all of these ‘eras of Odyssey’— names that are here and names that are long gone, and for what? So you could tell me how you’ve beaten them, so you can tell me that it’s going to be the same as all of them, so you can–

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You’ve really shown just how far you’re willing to make a stretch in just saying that you could beat me, Diantha, and that’s really just sad. Like, that is really just so depressing that you’re stretching out points so far that they’re just not even making any sense anymore. I’ve never seen something so reaching fail this much, I’ve never seen someone become so desperate to prove a point even though they were the ones who wanted this match to happen the most, I’ve never seen someone become so poor to make a threatening impact in my whole life. Like, I sat here in my own home here and had to listen through those horrible twenty-minutes of my life that I’ll never get back just thinking to myself.

Pathetic excuse for a ‘wrestler’, huh.

And I shall happily expose you for the pathetic excuse of a person that you are when I finally get my hands on you, because I’m not lying when it comes to this shit—and I’m not lying when it comes to threatening someone with these hands. I got two of these motherfuckers and I sure as hell ain’t afraid to swing onto your bitch ass with them. I ain’t gonna even ask you to pick a fuckin’ hand either, Diantha. I ain’t gonna let you have the choice of either or. You’re getting both. Then I’ll just stomp you fucking out and right the fuck outta here. Because you wanted this, you wanted all of this—and don’t turn that shit around on me again, because it was you that started it, it was you that went on and on again about trying to make me fucking quit—so I am only doing you the favour of giving you what you wanted.

Rebecca Brookes versus Diantha Rosso.
Ascension to The Heavens Briefcase on the line.
As much as I don’t care for it— this time, I must.

Oh, and you wanted me at my worst? At my most sadistic, violent, and angry self?

Then, why couldn’t you just ask me in the first place, my love. Happily, I will give you such a thing. I could list off the names that have experienced that side of me and they know damn well themselves that it is not something that you should be asking for. But I’m not like you– I ain’t gonna begin listing names that people don’t give a shit about anymore. And soon enough, they’ll stop pretending to be giving a shit about Diantha Rosso as well—because what else will she have left to do when she’s got nothing to hold, nothing to ever gain again, and nothing to ever prove for as long as she exists on this brand.

A FINAL MESSAGE TO MY HATERS:

See you at Pluto’s Gate, sweets. xoxo

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Michael Bishop, Diantha Rosso, Jeff X, Alyssa Grace, Chad Ecclestone and C have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos October 6th 2022, 11:00 pm by **Zumi**

BIANCA PROMO #1 - Hero to Few, Villain for One.

Versus Ellie Quinn - Odyssey Pluto’s Gate Week 1

There are those who work tirelessly to be great, tirelessly to be something they aren’t, to redefine their life as something that it isn’t, and then when failure hits them. They can’t seem to understand why things went wrong.

Not everyone is destined to be great. Some are destined to rot as Minor League players.

I’ve accepted my faith that I am a hero for some and a villain for many more, if that acceptance of the role I’ve given will get me one step further, I’ll gladly step on whoever’s toes if it means I’m champion.

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Feels like a long time since I’ve stepped into an Odyssey ring but you know what, it feels good to be back. Spent some time around Japan, flexing around and half-assing in other places. Hell even celebrated my own birthday with the ones I love but now I’m back in the ring and more importantly, an Odyssey ring.? Odyssey is where I feel some excitement when competing. It feels good to wrestle on Odyssey but if only I wasn’t dealing with a pest.

And here I stand with another title opportunity on the line, quite a few of those have been tossed my way recently, and honestly, that’s how it should be. Who knows… if Thotyssey idiocy wasn’t so great, we wouldn’t be here right?

Look, maybe don’t buy expensive tables, Ikea exists for a reason, you braindead whores. So I wonder, if I got a title match for breaking a dumb table, would I get a free car for breaking a TV? I would feel bad but as everyone knows me at this point, I could care less especially when I’m focused on my own thing.

But you know what, I’ll end that conversation here. We’ve got more important things to talk about. So join me over a glass of wine as I talk about what might be the most important match in one competitor’s whole career and just another week in the career of The Top Tier.

(Camera opens to a beautiful hotel room located at a five-star hotel. A view of beautiful Kolkata, the beauty of India’s eastern city right from the balcony as BIANCA herself is pouring herself a drink, a glass of Cabernet Shiraz by Sula, India’s most popular red wine brand. Raising her glass, BIANCA has a look at the night sky in front of her.)

I want to take a journey down memory lane, more importantly where I was last year in the heat of my first tenure on Odyssey. Life is a pretty cruel bitch, isn't it? One of my last matches last year involved a ladder and what did it lead to? Nothing but a broken ACL, now in a weird twist of fate, I'm back in October, wrestling once again and staring at a ladder once again, another time to make the climb upwards. What a wild ride I've put myself through, yet it feels great. It really does feel incredible to have these kinds of moments. Really puts into context what I was and what I am now. Those expectations are still the same but some of us don't have expectations to live up to or if they do, it's nothing more than a joke or barely any…

That's the pressure of being BIANCA. Expectations to be greater than all, expectations of being the best athlete in pro wrestling today, expectations to live up to the moniker of Top Tier. What does she have? For years, she was living off her five-dollar bingo hall paycheck, wrestling in front of 10 to 20 people. Expectations for her to be nothing more than a minor-league act who would never make it here. But this match means more to her, right?

Does she finally get her moment? Finally, after so long, she gets the opportunity she has craved since the Season Opening show in Saudi Arabia. Of course, I'm talking about Ellie Quinn. Finally, the minor league bitch gets to lay her hands on me in an actual match. No Becca Black to ruin the moment, no forced tag team, and most importantly, the fact that she will be allowed to do whatever she wants and all of it will be legal.

(BIANCA takes a sip of her wine, contemplating how much she has learned to despise Ellie Quinn for simply existing.)

For her, the title shot is secondary. And that's the problem, she doesn't have the right mindset in her. For her, what's most important is getting her hands on me To be fair, just being on Odyssey is enough of a pay raise for the minor league but her mind has set the goal of beating me as her only objective. Ever since she’s gotten here, what has been on her rotting mind? Get back at BIANCA for what? Ruining her debut. And me? I see Ellie as nothing more than a fly on the wall, a pest who refuses to understand the simple idea that she will never be a threat to me but what has she done since? Cost me a Goddesses Championship match and before that? Let her ego ruin a chance to make history and compete to become the first OWA Women’s Tag Team Champions. Ellie Quinn should be happy that it's taken this long for her to get a match with me. Any time earlier and she would have been released. She has the opportunity to face me but the twist is that all she thinks I am is some generic tall, blonde wrestler that any other company would kill to have. Yet I have proven time and time again that I’m much more than that while Ellie has proven time and time that she isn’t on my level.

And yet she forgets that I made it here, not going through the hell of bingo halls and eating frozen meals like she did until finally, OWA made the call after watching highlights of her on youtube. I walked into pro wrestling not with some wide-eyed ambition but rather the desire for a new type of competition and yet, do you see the clear difference between me and Ellie? She hasn’t been able to escape the stench of mediocrity that has reeked for eons, while companies have built events using my name. Think about that. Someone who in theory worked less than you, someone who had never even seen a pro wrestling match till she was an adult. That woman has become much more valuable to this industry! JET, my old stomping grounds called me to help with promoting its revival. Where have you been since then? The only way you could be even more worthless is

I’m proof that skills can be taught but being an incredible athlete, and being born with god-gifted genetics is something that not all competitors are born with.

But yet we’re given a match where none of that matters, in-ring IQ, athletic superiority. None of that matters because we’ve been given the right to break each other using weapons and most importantly a ladder. It almost screams that we’re being given the chance to ascend and while my eyes have shifted away from you towards the title match hanging in the balance, all I can see is your obsession with me, Ellie! It’s unhealthy for you, it reeks of desperation. And look at me, minor league. You’re in my rearview mirror and we haven’t even gotten to our match. You are simply that irrelevant to me, Quinn and it will never change. You will have to prove to me in our match that you aren’t some Bingo Hall Ballerina and you’re worth my time because all you have been since I ruined your debut match is a fly constantly buzzing around like a pest.

Think about it for a second, I aspire for greater things. I’m someone who has goals that don’t revolve around paying for the next tattoo but rather being a world champion, hell, holding championship gold of all kinds and so much more. All you’ve done since I returned is cost me multiple opportunities at championships, you fucked it up for both of us in our tag championship qualifier and then you went one step to ruin my opportunity to become OWA Goddesses Champion.

But sure… I’m the fucking bitch, aren’t I? You couldn’t accept the fact that someone wanted to use you to make a statement because here comes this tall, blonde woman and now you go on your parade of bullshit.

Meanwhile, all I’ve done is made sure to play the part of the villain for your stupid fantasy. You’re not fucking special, Ellie! I’m just as much of a cunt to you as I am to my own friends, it’s just how I talk, how I exist as a person and it’s just how I’ve been taught by those who have influenced my career. Being hateful is in my DNA and right now, I’m gonna make sure you know that, especially with weapons around the ring. Maybe invigorate some of those dead brain cells you’ve been carrying around.

Think about it, someone whose only win was against someone who didn’t speak a single word has to climb up the ladder and grab the literal brass ring. You can finally prevail and dream about getting the moment you’ve craved. Just as you believed you have vanquished the antithesis of what you are as a wrestler… you and the ladder you were on are pushed by me. Your greatest moment and it’s done… poof! Just like that, it’s all over for you. The villain of your story captured her moment and proved you wrong. Doesn’t that sound like a great ending?

It does to me because it will teach you a fucking lesson, Ellie! You’re gonna get beat over the head with the simple fact that you were never good enough, that you can’t hang with The Top Tier. Despite all your attacks and desire for small revenge, you weren’t big enough in my eyes to caring. And while you collect dust in catering, I will push towards my main goal of this year, to capture a championship.

It’s also going to teach the eternal lesson of this world.

You can love me or hate me but like everyone, you’ll just have to respect The Top Tier’s might.

(BIANCA raises her glass once again as the final shot is a toast to the camera as it fades to black.)

Jeff X, Alyssa Grace and "Killer Bee" have spoken. It’s such good shit!

exhibition // pluto's gate 002 October 6th 2022, 10:49 pm by **Felix Hartley**

“Do they know?”

Felix pinches the bridge of her nose in between her almost comically long acrylic nails. Her brow is furrowed except the muscles don’t actually move because of the botox. She looks perplexed.

“Do they know how retarded they sound when they say things like I MuSt HaVe GoTtEN InTo YoUr HeAd.

You fucking wish you could.

Daisy said the same shit to me for weeks. Even long after I beat her at Final Destination, she came back again and said the exact. Same. Shit. You’re obviously scared of me. You’re obviously threatened by me. I must be in your head. And over and over, on Odyssey and at Game Over, I crushed her skull under my Louboutin. What about that screams threatened? Scared? Intimidated? Right. Nothing.

It’s so exhausting because the tough reality is that you’re nothing, Tomomi. You’re a nothing opponent. How can you not see that? I knew you were dumber than a goddamn door knob but this is just giving you too much credit. You want to believe you’re a threat to my Sparks Championship. You want ME to believe it, too, or else you wouldn’t have pulled this fiery speech out of your ass out of nowhere. What, you’re not going to kiss my ass like you did Daisy’s? I really gotta go back into the year 2150 just to get my ass ate? Damn.

Look, I’ll slow it down for you. Chase your little dreams all you want, but don’t be shocked and appalled when I take issue with you challenging for my title. Don’t act dumb when you realize what the fuck you’ve gotten yourself into at Pluto’s Gate. You got lucky with your first two opponents because they’re actual garbage fires; they’re worn the fuck out. Past their primes. Sorry to burst your little annoyingly positive bubble but that’s not what I’m about, and it’s not what Thotyssey’s about. Catch up. We’re rebranding this whole roster in OUR image and the simple fact is, you don’t fit it. Here’s a little history class for you - and don’t worry, you can lie about graduating at the top of this one too.

I have the Sparks Championship. Rebecca Filth holds the Undisputed Women’s World Championship. Angelina Magnum is on her way to winning the Athena’s Cup so she can finally relieve NAMI of her unrelentingly boring Goddesses Championship reign. WE will be holding all of the gold on Odyssey between us. That doesn’t leave any room for you and your ‘dreams’. We’re selfish. We’re goal-oriented. We’re hot and unhinged. Outliers are not welcome. YOU are not welcome.

So I’m not sure where you get off demanding I give you respect. Respect for fucking what exactly? I don’t feel I could have been any clearer tearing down your single victory, so tell me. Spell it out for me. What have you done to earn my respect? Was it the thing you did where you bitched and moaned about how mean I was to you without meeting you? What did you fucking expect? You wanted me to take you seriously when I’ve defended this Sparks Championship nearly every single month that I’ve held it against people who are leagues above you? You wanted me to come out and, what, bow or whatever people do in your culture as a sign that we’re equals? We aren’t. I’m busy, Tomomi. I’m focused on numbers. I’m focused on making history. I’m focused on the fact that once I successfully defend my Sparks Championship against you, I’ll move on to Boiling Point where I’ll tie - and then surpass - the most defenses in a single reign that this title has ever seen. And I haven’t even held it the longest.

Yet.

It’s funny to me, though, because you’re upset that I’m a ‘bully’. How do you think I won this title? How do you think I’ve been keeping it? Certainly not by handing out respect and sucking my opponent’s asshole. Because here’s the thing, Tomomi, as soon as I pin you clean at Pluto’s Gate, I’ll forget you ever existed. You’ll become a notch on my bedpost. You’ll be a name that I list every time I’m talking about my accomplishments. I’ll move far beyond this at record speed. And you? Well, this will be the way you’re remembered here in OWA.

As just one of Felix Hartley’s successful title defenses. Don’t worry, you’re not alone. There’s a support group.

I’m here wracking my brain thinking of different ways that I can say the same damn thing to you before you get it through your head. Instead of wasting your time asking rhetorical questions about why you’re being treated so poorly. It’s because I am mad. Not even mad - offended, actually. I’m sitting here doing this company a fucking favour by trying to put some RESPECT on what people label the ‘bottom tier belt’. They said the same shit when Rebecca held it for 214 days… And after literally bulldozing through the entire Odyssey roster she had to give it UP. Do you understand what that means? You think now that I have it that pressure goes away? Or that because it’s now the Sparks Championship that the merit goes away? You think it’s a coincidence that Filth and I both made history in different ways while holding this belt? No. So yeah, after the year this belt has had, the hands it's been in…I think I’m allowed to feel some sort of disgust at the idea that somebody thought you were worthy of holding it next.

And the absolute balls on you to tell ME to learn something so I don’t seem clueless? Tomomi, was the class you graduated at the top of the one for ‘gifted’ children? I’m so sorry that I wasn’t a little cave-dwelling nerd virgin watching Hulk Hogan on my TV when I was a teenager aspiring to do this shit, but clearly I didn’t need to be. Because I’m at the top of Odyssey. You’re the challenger, I’m the Champion. If you’re mad that you spent your hard earned money on WrEsTliNg ScHo0L and it turned out to be a joke of an investment, that’s on you ma’am. You’d be LUCKY to be somebody I used to ‘prop myself up’. What an honor that’d be for you if it were true. What I think you meant to say was thank you, to me, for allowing you this opportunity to pad up your embarrassingly empty resume.

Which I imagine would be larger if you understood as much as you think you did. You want to talk to me about proper technique? You want to talk to ME about who knows what about wrestling? Look, if you want to talk to me at all, you’d need a step stool. Lower your voice. The more you talk, the more you’re becoming just as much of a meme as Daisy is. At least she understood that wrestling and MMA have fucking weight classes. Did you forget about that part when you were asking me….what was it. Oh, right–

What weight and height have to do with wrestling?

The whole…The whole thing. All of it. It has everything to do with it.

Technique doesn’t compensate when you’re 98lbs and about as tall as my acrylic nail. If you don’t believe it, wait until Pluto’s Gate when I’m tossing you around my ring like a ragdoll. When you’re trying to use ‘technique’ but realize that you’re swinging while I’m holding your head still. When you can’t even drive to the arena without sitting on a phone book. When you realize you’re Rocky and I’m Thunderlips…

And this is simply an exhibition.

You’re making excuses. That’s all I hear. Oh, I’m bi-polar! I haven’t wreslted in so long! I’m rusty! - that just proves my point even more that your name shouldn’t have been even so much as whispered backstage. You’re in OWA now. You’re on Odyssey now. And I’m about to show you why you don’t have the luxury of taking your sweet time shaking off the rust - it’s now or fucking never. You’re lucky to even be participating in Pluto’s Gate when you’re clearly just BOB Games kind of material. It’s not ridiculous, it’s cutthroat. Which is exactly who Felix Hartley is. The mindset I like to be in is Champion. You can be sad all you want. If you can’t handle that, I once again invite you to take another long leave of absence. You won’t be missed.

We’re so remarkably different, and trust me when I say it bothers you more than it bothers me. A PhD is the only kind of D I was never trying to get, but I can see how easy it is to trigger your little traumas. I wouldn’t know what it’s like not to be perfect all of the time, so no, I can’t relate. I get off on being nasty and insufferable. I get off on bullying. It brings me joy when I see how much my words have affected my opponents, because that’s not even the worst part of being against me. The worst part is having to wake up in the middle of the ring after, the scenery lookin’ a lot like the roof of the stadium, realizing you’ve been defeated. The image of you doing the walk of shame up the ramp to MY theme song? Fuck, it hits. So whether you’ve had a cute little epiphany or whatever about who you are or not, it doesn’t matter. This match is still leagues above you. I’m leagues above you. I knew who you were before you figured it out and I already told you, but I’ll say it again. Weak. Sad. Easily influenced. Easily triggered. I HaVe MoRe TaLeNt iN My PiNkY FiNgEr ThAn YoUr WhoLe BoDy, BuT I KnOw I diDn’T ShOw ThAt LaSt TiMe…

Was that your other personality then? Add desperate to the list. Whether you show up manic or depressive baby girl…

You’re leaving a loser.”

VaeVictisBD, Michael Bishop, Jeff X, Alyssa Grace, Rebecca Filth, "Killer Bee", Lazarus Arjen and have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos October 6th 2022, 10:44 pm by **Diantha Rosso**

People never really understand situations that they are in until the very end. It’s like the helpless, hapless fools who at the very second before they’re executed and they get the bullet, the noose, or the chemicals…they still earnestly believe in their hearts that someone will save them. Angels will intervene! Courts who have been finding against them for weeks, months, sometimes even YEARS will magically save them from their end. Governors and presidents and kings’ hearts will soften enough to grant them that reprieve they hope for.

Then they’re dead. And they think of nothing, feel nothing, do nothing….

Rebecca, if I really, really wanted you to go away, you’d already be gone. Llorona wanted to fire you after the little stunt you pulled during our memorial tribute to the recently departed Ashley Walker. She wanted to take everything away from you without any sort of punishment other than loss of a paycheck. I disagreed with her. I wanted you around. Not just to punish you and humiliate you, which I have done with relative ease whenever I’ve decided to.

In my own way…I’m trying to help you.

What good would it do to just send you off on your way without learning a lesson? Why would I let someone who I see such potential in just walk away? Why should I be denied a chance to show further evidence of my wrestling excellence to the world just because Llorona had a tantrum and gave you a pink slip? When I become World Champion for an unprecedented third time here in OWA…and that is going to happen sooner rather than later…I need warriors around to fight. I need competition. If there’s no war for a warrior to fight, the warrior may as well be dead. If there’s no subjects to rule over, what would be the point of being Queen of a queendom of ghosts?

So, in that sense, I need you. I need you to be better, to be ambitious, to be far better than you’ve been in OWA and frankly anywhere else you’ve set foot. You’re one of the few people on this roster who I think could come something close to my level of wrestling prowess so I need you to make Odyssey viable. Why do you tell me you don’t want the briefcase? Why do you tell me that you, someone who has been teeming to pick a fight with your own boss, don’t believe that you’re ready to become World Champion? Are you trying to make yourself out to look sympathetic? Are you trying to cushion the blow once I’ve brought you crashing back to the reality of your lowly station in this company?

Or are you trying to deceive me?

I know two things more than anyone on this roster: Violence and Ambition. You’ve responded with violence when I’ve offered you violence. I know that part of you is capable. You’ve given as good as you’ve gotten…even if you’ve resorted to what many would describe as cowardly, shameful actions to get back at me. I’ve seen enough of your wrestling to understand that you can be quite violent when pushed and I expect nothing less with you being a former champion here yourself.

“What do you mean by trying to deceive you though, Diantha? I haven’t lied about anything.”

Well, I don’t believe you’re doing it intentionally. Maybe it’s something in your subconscious that is slipping, ne? You say that you don’t want the briefcase that I’m holding…so why did you barge into Llorona’s office and demand a match with me for it? Did you forget that minor detail of all of this melodrama? I honestly can excuse you for this, seeing as you were pummeled shortly after your request was denied. I have been doing nothing all this time, so why not just ask for a regular match with me to resolve this, hmm? No. You wanted to provoke me into this. You wanted elevated stakes so that you could get a measure of revenge and score an easy route to a title that you yourself say you’re not ready to claim.

This isn’t about simply fighting. You want to ruin my life.

This briefcase, it’s my life. My blood, sweat, tears, hopes and dreams all reside inside this bit of metal, wood and plastic. My revenge is written on the pages of the contract inside. You remember how I was the last woman standing in the Promethean Chamber? How someone came out with the Athena’s Cup and took something of mine from me? I simply want to deliver karma to OWA for allowing that to happen to me. I WANT someone like Daisy Thrash to rise above their station and pull the title away from Filth. I WANT someone like the Banshee…hehe…truth be told, she would be the most delightful target of all now that I think about it. Even though she’s nothing more than a filthy, murderous monster, the people love her. They’ve joined her Horde now that she’s become something civilized, a shell of her former self. I would love to see them cheer her in elation and joy…only for me to rip it out of their hands just as it was ripped from mine.

I don’t need anything from you. Your respect means nothing. Your blood means nothing. Your acknowledgement means nothing. Honestly beating you means nothing. The only benefit of beating you is that there is one less obstacle to my ultimate goal of being back where I belong. I don’t fear anything about you because honestly you give me nothing to fear. You’re a good wrestler, that’s about all. You lack the focus, the ambition, the belief and the ruthlessness necessary to be where I have been. You see this match as a referendum on me when it’s in every sense of reality a referendum on you? I’ve wrestled more main event matches, more championship matches, more matches for the fate and welfare of the Odyssey brand than I care to count. How often have you swam in the deep waters besides your feud with Hana Nakajima? How many times have you felt the pressure of not just winning a match but the welfare of everyone employed on the show in your hands? HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU HAD TO BECOME A MARAUDING SOLDIER TO PROTECT THE CITADEL? I’ve done it for years. Understand something, facing me means facing the very essence of Odyssey itself. Facing me means you’re going not into the deep end of the pool, but the deepest, darkest, most dangerous depths of the fucking proverbial ocean.

Unlike you, I can go challenge whoever the champion is at any time I see fit, with or without this briefcase. While I do really much want the briefcase considering everything I’ve gone through to get it, it’s not my only avenue to the top. I’ve already beaten Daisy Thrash and unlike most people who reside on this roster, I have no qualms about challenging Filth in a fair fight if push came to shove. What about you? What will you do if you lose? You have no Goddesses Championship. You have no Athena’s Cup. You don’t even have a tag partner to go after the tag team championships. Did you come back just to pick fights with people or did you come back to truly do something great? Are you going to just twiddle your thumbs? Are you going to just quit voluntarily?

People have already seen what I’ve been able to do after hitting rock bottom. After I came back from healing my injuries and preparing myself mentally for what I had to do once I returned…I only lost once in an OWA ring. Men, women, demons, hunters…I didn’t care. We’re going to find out what you can do at rock bottom, because I'm going to send you there. Not to stay there, of course. You’re someone I see something in. You can hide it, but I see the fire in your eyes, I see the anger that is boiling up inside of you. I felt it in every blow you’ve dished out in your attacks. You have the ambition, but it feels to me like you lack the focus.

I think you just need a target. I’ll gladly be that for you. We’re going to fight so hard, so brutally, by the time it’s over you’re going to hate me. All those desires you have to kick my head in, you’re going to feel that desire go up a hundredfold! You’re going to REVILE me for what I’ve put you through in that ring. You are going to hate every fucking second of it unitl you’re sick to your stomach.

And you’re going to get stronger for it.

Your ambition, your true nature, your thirst for vengeance…I’m going to use all of this, mix in a lot of pain and a lot of hate, and I’m going to fashion you into a REAL fucking wrestler, not some happy go lucky bimbo like you’ve been most of your career. Not like the Thotyssey women. Not like relics of the past like April Song and Tarah Nova. Even as you’re knocking at my door trying to rob my home of its most precious possessions….

I’m offering you love, guidance, and a chance for you to be the wrestler I know you want to be. I don’t see you as a threat. Not to me, not to my aspirations. The only threat I see in you is the threat of wasted potential. I see the threat of someone who has the potential to be a diamond but still needs polishing to truly shine….

By the time Pluto’s Gate is finished, everyone will have what they want in some way. Llorona will be pleased with the fact that I’ve fashioned you into a real wrestler and respectful, humble employee aware of her station in life. You’ll perhaps have a little bit of my blood to satisfy your anger.

But I will be the ultimate winner. I’ll have brushed you aside as I’ve done to so many others, so many times. I’ll still have my briefcase. I’ll have your number. And I’ll still have my revenge to carry out on the people who made me suffer for so long.

(Diantha reaches behind her and pulls out a photograph, one of a smiling Ashley Walker.)

You remind me a lot of Ashley. Blonde. Naive. Utterly lacking in imagination. Trying to make things nice and tidy in a messy world. She didn’t even swear…

(Using a cigar lighter, Diantha holds up the picture and starts to burn it.)

I want you at your absolute worst. Your most sadistic, violent, angry self. You attacked me because I sided with Llorona right? Well guess what, I have invited her to a BBQ once we’ve arrived in Qatar. We’re going to have all sorts of Ashley Walker memorabilia and toss it into a perfect little bonfire. We’ll dance around it with her cartel buddies and rich Qatari businessmen like drunken college students. You’ll be able to see the smoke for miles……

(A gleeful, sadistic smile forms on Diantha’s face as she drops the burning picture to the ground.)

You’ve lost before this match has even gotten started. From the very beginning you have been prodded and steered into the exact direction I’ve wanted you to go. I didn’t want to do this so soon, but since you’ve refused to back down and accept the punishments I’ve given you, it’s only appropriate that you be made to suffer, be purified by pain for lack of better terms.

Nobody could save Ashley from her stupidity, but fortunately for you, Rebecca, I can save you from mediocrity. You’re one of the few that I’ve considered worthy of a few moments of my time. I’m going to make sure that every second of that time is a grisly, painful experience that you will never, EVER forget.

Jeff X, Alyssa Grace, The Banshee, Rebecca Filth and Chad Ecclestone have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos October 6th 2022, 9:37 pm by **Sayla**

Ruri Kuzunoha sits backwards in a chair leaning forwards on its back, with her head resting on her folded arms. She is staring at the table across from her, where we see a Corsair wristband that was tossed to her by Liz Karlson a few weeks ago at a JET show. She lets out a sigh as we hear someone call out.

“Hey Ruri, you coming? We gotta get you to the airport!”

Sounds the voice of Ruri’s half brother, Kazuya calling out from off camera, causing Ruri to snap from the trance-like state she was in. Looking off to where Kaz’s voice came from, Ruri responds.

“Yeah, I’ll meet you at the car. Just got to find my coat!”

She says, before turning back to the bands branded by the bastardization of the faction that Ruri found camaraderie and a home in when she first really stepped foot in Japan at the start of her downward spiral. She lets out a small sigh, reaches out, grabs the wristband and looks at it for a moment, before continuing.

“It's funny, you know...”

“I thought that hooking up with Remi, and waving the original Corsairs’ flag would… I don’t know… make things feel right here in Odyssey, but it didn’t. Since we initially lost a chance at the Women’s Tag Team Championships, I have barely seen, nor have I heard from Remi. So much that I honestly wonder… if she actually cared about why I asked her to be my partner, or if she was just in it for whatever glory she could find. But hey, we got another shot coming up. Another shot to challenge for those titles… another shot to get my hands on Liz.”

Ruri lets the wristband fall from her hands.

“But first I gotta run back the first match me and Remi had as a team when we face off against Yuna Kurosawa and Izumi Takeda at Night One of Pluto’s Gate. I’m not sure what happened last time the four of us faced off, but what I know is that I did not leave that match the way that I wanted.”

She scoffs.

“Nothing has gone the way that I wanted here in OWA… but you know that’s fine. Because despite what Alyssa, Liz, and apparently every single fucking person in this company thinks, I actually care. More than they do apparently since they can’t get my fucking name right on the card. But no… If I didn’t care, or want to put in the effort to be here, does anybody really think that I would keep showing up? Does anyone really think I wouldn’t have just gone radio silent? Nah… I understand that I am nowhere near the top of the pecking order here, and that falls back on me. But that does not mean that I’m gonna just give up. This match with Izumi and Yuna has to be where things change here in OWA for me, no matter what. I want to be here, and I want to face The Power of Incredible Violence at Night Two… because I need to. No matter what Remi thinks, I care about getting my hands on the two women who hold those Women’s Tag Team Championships is priority number one and showing them what it means to be a Corsair… a real one.

“You know, I had accepted the fact that The Corsairs were gone, dead and buried by their own hands. But, for whatever reason Liz, you decided to dig up the corpse and reanimate it the image of whatever Alyssa’s fancy was the day you did it. The Power of Incredible Violence proudly presents The Corsairs, this time with MORE mental health issues than you can handle!”

She snickers.

“No wonder you offered me a spot down in JET… I’d fit right in with your ragtag group of angry, damaged women wouldn't I?[/color][/size]

She steps on the band on the floor and shakes her head.

“Man… I owe so much to that name… the flag that I flew… the crew that took me in… and there is nothing that I would love more than to see us all together again, laughing, drinking, and plotting whatever debauchery we could think of in the back of HQ… but I know that that’s never going to happen, and putting on that band you gave me, and waving your shitty flag cannot change that.”

She pauses, and sighs.

“What you don’t understand, Liz is that sure, you and Alyssa can take the name… take the look, the book of murder plots Baker would write down, take whatever from The Corsairs that you want, but you will never take away my memories. You’ll never take away my loyalty… and that eats you up so much inside. Because what I had with Noah, and even Baker… no matter how brief it was, is something that you will never understand, and will never have with Alyssa.”

“Alyssa, you are at the top of professional wrestling… if you step into a company everyone will turn their heads to see what you’re going to do. Because you’ve earned that respect… and I’ll give it to you any chance I get. But with all that, all the accolades that you’ve gotten, the championships, the awards and main events… you’ve said it yourself… you’re empty inside. Your reality is that you don’t know who you are inside, and it’s eaten you up over the course of the past two years and it’s left you the twisted, ruthless bitch that you are today… the sadistic bitch that Liz Karlson is so smitten with. And you accept Liz’s company because you see her as someone who can fill the void you think you’re missing… am I getting it right, or am I missing two paragraphs of big words to hear myself talk? See, I get it… I really do. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t feel empty myself… I spent the better part of the past year and a half myself dealing with my own identity and my own personal issues… til I found someone who was willing to pull myself out of Oblivion… but you and Liz? You guys want the opposite. You both want to fall, and fall into Oblivion, fall into the void until you hit the bottom... and build an empire down there. You both want The Power of Incredible Violence to dominate and spread across this industry. You want everyone to grovel at your feet, or be buried beneath it… and I ain’t gonna hold it against you, cause again… I totally get it. But trust me, the bottom of the pit isn't all it's cracked up to be. Though… I gotta ask… What will become of The Power of Incredible Violence when something doesn’t go either yours or Liz’s way? Sure, you’re all riding high right now, but what’s gonna happen if you lose those titles at Pluto’s Gate? Or… what’s gonna happen when you get bored of Liz, or when jealousy gets the better of Liz? I don’t know, I ain’t gonna pretend that I’m a fortune teller.”

“What I do know is that I plan on beating Yuna and Izumi on Night One, get myself back on my feet in the OWA, and even if I have to drag Remi with me, I am going to step up to The Power of Incredible Violence… step up to The New Corsairs, and I am gonna give them a scrap that they ain’t ever gonna forget. Whether I walk out of India as Tag Team Champion or not, the two of you are gonna have Ruri KUZUNOHA’S boot print on both of y’alls unhinged asses!”

With that, Ruri pushes off the chair, grabs her coat and heads out.

Michael Bishop, Jeff X, Alyssa Grace, "Killer Bee", Lazarus Arjen and PAZ have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos October 6th 2022, 8:02 pm by **JosieGreyEsq**

Darkness.

The woods outside her makeshift shack lie still, motionless. For the first time in three weeks, it isn’t raining. No wind. No movement. As if all life has ceased.

It’s unsettling.

Josie Grey, the Prodigy, stalks back and forth through the single room. Her one eye closed, she hums a tune vaguely similar to La Vie En Rose as she paces, rolling her hands in “shoeshine uppercuts” before throwing random left and right hooks. She bobs and weaves under unseen punches, absentmindedly shadow boxing through the space.

The room is bare. A bed. A dog bed. A hot plate. A mirror. Notes on the wall. That’s it. The windows of the shack are boarded up, allowing only the faintest shimmer of moonlight through the cracks. Josie rolls her hands like at a speed bag before firing off a sharp right cross. Back to pacing. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Her dog, Rasputin - the gift from her big brother Michael Bishop - lays on his dog bed, watching his owner with a lazy - yet vigilant - eye. He and Josie have become inseparable in the near year he’s been with her. Hunting, fighting, living. He trusts her, she trusts him. He has seen her at her worst, but she always - always - does right by Rasputin.

Josie’s feet begin to move differently, mimicking the footwork she uses in the ring. She shifts her hips and throws a right hook to the “body”, feints back, rolls under, throws a lighting right to the “face”, rolls to the right, rolls back to the left…and back to her pacing.

The notes on her wall move slightly as she stalks by them. One in particular gains focus…red letters on a printer page…

ASAKURAS MUST DIE

Another shuffles as she walks by…

NEVER FORGET MICHAEL BISHOP

SHARE THE PAIN

Josie suddenly stops. She opens her eye and lowers her hands. A distressing calm falls over her.

She turns slowly, looking straight into the mirror. The cracks distort her reflection, causing her to smile. She slowly walks forward, before she is straight in front of it.

You ready?

Cos…It’s here…

The moment you have been waiting for…since…since it all came crumbling down…

This is…

It.

Josie puts her hands on either side of the mirror and leans in, nose to the glass. She taps her forehead on it several times before pushing back.

cmoncmoncmongetreadyjosie…

She sniffles slightly.

a sign I need a sign anything…tell me I’m ready c’mon…

She cracks her neck…closes her eye…and raises her hands in prayer…

Seigneur du Ciel, écoute-moi. Envoie-moi la force de détruire les méchants... donne-moi la force de supporter leurs lames et leurs flèches... Seigneur, si je suis prêt pour cette guerre... si je suis prêt pour la vengeance... si tu crois en moi comme si je croyais en toi... envoie-moi un signe…

For a moment, there is nothing. Nothing but hope.

Eventually, even that fades, leaving only Josie in the darkness.

She sighs.

She cries.

I’m sorry, Michael…I’m sorry, Lita…I-I can’t…I don’t know if I’m re-

Josefín.

Josie shifts on her heel towards the sound. The door. She gasps…Rasputin slowly stands and stalks beside her…

The doorway is blinding. A heavenly light. A blaring trumpet deafens the room, dropping Josie to her knees…and then…she sees it…

A figure walks down through the light, as if descending from heaven itself…the figure stands, armored, brandishing a sword in their right hand, a banner of heaven in their left. The figure stands before the awestruck Josie…

J-Jeanne D’Arc…

Joan of Arc, in all of her heavenly glory, nods and smiles. She steps forward, causing Josie to bow her head.

Why do you cry, Josefín?

I-I-…

Rise, Warrior of God…and speak with me.

When the spirit of Joan of Arc tells you to stand, by God, you stand at attention, and Josie shoots to her feet, eyes locked on the vision before her.

I know why you cry…for I cried for the same reason…I know the pressure upon you…I have felt it’s weight before as well…You wonder if you are ready for this war you have prepared your mind and body for…if you have chosen the side that God himself favors…

Josie nods, tears streaming down her face. Is this real? Is this madness? Josie couldn’t care less.

Jeanne, I-I-Im not ready…this is for my brother…for his family…this is for so, so much…if I fail…If I fail-

Then you will survive…and you will continue to try…wars are not won and lost on one battlefield…you win one, lose another…gain land and lose it…this is war. You, Josefín, serve a purpose for God himself…and I have come to deliver to you a message…[/gold][color]

Joan of Arc reaches out with her sword, piercing Josie straight through the heart…she gasps…

And is transported to an ancient battlefield, in place of Joan. She swings her sword with grace, slicing and chopping through the enemy army like they’re butter. Josie screams a wild, ecstatic scream as she raises her sword, her face and armor caked in blood… the warriors around her scream in return.

POUR DIEU!!

And just like that, she is back in her shack. She inhales sharply as Joan pulls back her sword, placing it on Josie’s shoulder…then the other…

You are ready, Warrior of God. You are chosen by Him, to wage war and bring death upon those that would destroy the world for their personal gain…You, Josefín Antoinette Grey…will strike down the Asakuras and bring about peace…their blood will make the lands fertile, and bring upon a bountiful age of love…for there is no place in the Kingdom of Heaven for an Asakura…

Josie smiles wide, cutting through the tracks of her tears…she laughs slightly and bows her head…

Rappelez-vous... Vous êtes Josefín Grey... et vous êtes prêt pour la guerre.

And like that, the room goes dark again…Josie lifts her head, staring at her wooden door. Rasputin whimpers and nuzzles his snout under her hand, prompting her to gently pat and pet it. She nods.

…Merci, Jeanne…I am ready.

===D==E==A==T==H===

I’m…ready.

For anything, Rin…

Anything you prepare, anything you have planned…I am ready for it.

Because this is my mission.

This is what I have been preparing for my whole life…

I am…creeping death. I am the oncoming storm. I am…

Inevitable.

And all roads…all swords…all arrows…are pointing at YOU, Rin Asakura…

I am your Death.

And You are not ready to face me.

I have been able to infiltrate EVERY corner, EVERY NOOK AND CRANNY, BROKEN WINDOW AND CRACK IN THE WALL of this company, just to get to YOU. I have boarded cargo ships to CHINA, I have snuck on board MILITARY HELICOPTERS to INDIA…I have GOD DAMN SWAM to Vietnam, Just…to get…to you. So if you think, for one second, that I won’t cut off that ring…that I won’t counter your very best…that I won’t dig deep into my heart and kick out EVERY. SINGLE. TIME…that I am NOT GOD DAMN READY TO BRING HELL ITSELF TO YOUR FEET…then you, Rin Asakura…are the dumbest girl alive.

Because for YOU? This is an inconvenience. And you treat it as such, don’t you? “Oh that Josie…fuckin fuckin fuckin fuckin bitch bitch bitch better things to do waa bitch moan”...just like with NAMI, just like with the rest, you are just constantly being hindered by everybody else around you…because YOU…are fucking stupid. YOU don’t pay attention to the shit that ya should, because YOU are so blinded by your own visage, you can’t see shit a metre in front of you. YOU can’t see that this? This match that we have? It’s not just a god damn match…it’s what I’m OWED. By God, by OWA, and by YOU.

YOU…and YOUR FATHER TOOK somebody from me…YOU PIECES OF SHIT…TOOK MY COACH…MY BEST FRIEND…MY GOD DAMN BIG BROTHER…and I don’t give a rat’s cunt hair that he’s back now…I know he is…I’ve hugged him, I’ve cried with him, I’ve broken bread with him and his family…

But that doesn’t mean you don’t have to suffer.

You had the nerve to act blasé…damn near proud…of killing a father…of killing a son…a brother…a GOOD, HONEST MAN…something your dipshit dad would know NOTHING about. He raised you…the same GOD DAMN WAY his piece of shit dad did to him…to become a horrible, ignorant, braindead shell of a human being…a fucking HUSK that houses nothing but misery and poison. Now, I know…you didn’t do it…but your attitude implied you would have. Your dipshit personality during the whole ordeal was nothing more than bullshit posturing because you’re too useless in the ring to make anyone give a shit, so you talk the same fake macho shit your bleached blonde bitchdad spouts, because you’re even more hollow and empty than he is. YOU, out of everybody…out of EVERYBODY…were the biggest cunt about the whole god damn thing.

And you…of all the vile, despicable, horrid twats out there…YOU…are the one that leads the New Dawn or the Golden Dawn or whatever into what it becomes…

YOU…are the EVIL that will destroy this whole thing…

So Rin…this is more than a match…like I said…this is more than a mere…inconvenience for you…

Because when you and I finally…FINALLY…get into that ring at Pluto’s Gate?...and I rip your heart out?

I will literally change the course of history.

Because this whole thing between you and I…this whole hatred that we have…this rivalry…it is fate. It is…

World changing…

I am the reincarnation of Jeanne D’Arc…I am the New Saint of Killers, the one the bloodthirsty pray to…I am on a Holy mission to avenge my brother's death…to bring order instead of chaos…hope instead of doom…light instead of dark…and set this world right. This is about more than just Michael, now…this is about so, so much more than just revenge…

This is for humanity.

And I will not fail them.

St Joan of Arc, give me strength…In this, my time of need, I beg thee to come to my aid. I humbly ask thee to help me bear my trials with honour, As I remember you in your earthly agonies.
Blessed Joan, duty bound to God, give me courage, You who left family and friends to enter into God’s service, devout and valiant to uphold righteousness to the end, while being insulted and harmed by your enemies.
Holy Joan, daughter of God, give me fortitude, help me to prevail in life and death over evil, while bearing my injuries with the dignity you showed, when wounded in the breast, head, thigh, and heel.
Pious Joan, help me to be fearless, Abandoned by the king you yourself had crowned, captured and sold to the highest bidder, you put your trust in the King of Heaven to deliver you.
Heroic Joan, help me to uphold justice, imprisoned, neglected, threatened and condemned, sentenced to die as a heretic, the most cruelest death,
To die by the fire and be raised up in heaven! Glorious Virgin, please intercede for me:
Guide My Hands to Put To Hell the heathen tyrant, Rin Asakura.
Hear this petition and my heartfelt plea.
Pray for me in this, my time of need,
For I believe God will deny you nothing.
Amen.

Fín

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Re: OWA Promos October 6th 2022, 7:46 pm by **Hana Nakajima**

Odyssey #1: Psychiatrist Appointment.

10.10.22 Tokyo, Japan

*Hana has been acting very weirdly recently, which worried a large group of people. Some thought that the young Japanese girl was completely crazy. Others, on the other hand, tried to reach out to her and make her be more reasonable. However, it didn't work at all, Hana didn't want to listen to absolutely anyone. Mainly because, she had no idea what was happening to her, so it was a waste of time for her to share her state of mind with others. After all, the rest of the group wouldn't understand, so all she had to do was deal with it on her own. Each day was different, one time the girl felt great, another she did not want to leave the house, and even the slightest noise irritated her. When she appeared in the locker room of Odyssey, it was only to change clothes and she immediately went to a secluded place. Not to mention the fact, that she ignored anyone from pink brand, who spoke to her during this time, and sometimes erupted with anger. Therefore, Llorona decided to make moves and send her to see a psychiatrist.*

*The recording begins in the office of Dr. Hayley Davis, who sits in front of the former Omega Heavyweight Champion, Hana Nakajima. A middle-aged woman smiles gently at her patient. Whereas Hana seems annoyed that she has to be here at all. This is not only indicated by her body language, but also by an offended face expression and irritated tone of voice.

"Hello Mrs. Nakajima, my name is Hayley Davis. I've already got some initial information from your employer, but I'd like to hear a few things from you. You can fully open up to me. So, let's start with why you came here today?"

The psychiatrist broke the clumsy silence that dominated for the last few minutes, though it only got worse with each passing second. As you might guess, Hana was not eager to cooperate.

"Llorona made me."

The doctor's face was surprised, so she quickly decided to clarify the formalities.

"Sorry to hear that. You theoretically signed the papers for this meeting, but if you don't feel like being here, we can stop it."

Hana just shrugged her shoulders, then replied indifferently.

"Fuck it, I'll stay here. If I leave, that bitch will be after my ass. Personally, I don't think I need a psychiatrist, but if it is so important for them, I can stay here for a while."

The woman corrected her glasses and wrote something on a piece of paper, then continued.

"Got it..So please tell me, what are your employer's worries when it comes to you?"

"Well, it turns out, there are quite a lot of things. I've avoided the rest of the brand lately, but that's only because most of them are annoying. Just because we're in the same dressing room, doesn't mean I have to treat them like my friends. The fact is, I don't like most of them. The other thing is my rage attacks and memory lapses."

Hana rolled her eyes and, not letting the woman interfere, continued the topic she had started.

"Something strange happened a few weeks ago. I started to feel weird and pushed everyone away, but my best friend wouldn't let me alone. It caused a serious conflict that we were supposed to resolve in the ring. However, I don't know what happened after the match. When I regained consciousness, April was lying on the ground with her face crushed, and I didn't know what was going on. People around said I was the one who did it. At first I thought it was Havoc, but I always felt his presence. There were also no traces that he always left behind. Then, I realized that it was me, or rather something I call dark impulse..."

Hearing all this, the psychiatrist began to become more inquisitive.

"What is 'dark impulse'?"

The red-haired girl brushed the locks of her hair back and started staring at the floor.

"I can't quite define what it is, but it has nothing to do with Havoc or anything like that. It is something that is part of my head. The uncontrollable aggression and will to destroy everything...that just arises. The urge to violence that completely blinds me. That I don't remember anything when it disappears. I'm also not sure what specific factors cause it. Sometimes it happens and sometimes it doesn't. I don't know what to think about it. It all sounds unreal, but it is reality."

"So your employer is afraid that you will hurt someone?"

Hana laughed out of nowhere, and the confused doctor looked at her questioningly.

"I don't work in a bank, but in the fighting industry. It's impossible not to hurt someone here, but everyone who signs a contract takes the risk. So, no, Llorona is not afraid of me hurting someone...she's afraid that in a fit of rage, I will accidentally kill someone. And it's not that she is worried about my future, but that she would have a problem with the government. And they already keep an eye on OWA, because of all the shit happening on the Kingdom."

"How are you going to avoid such an event?"

The girl shrugged again, not having any specific answer.

"Who the fuck knows? I'm not sure if it can be controlled, let alone I have no idea how to eliminate it completely. Even, you don't know what I'm talking about, so you won't do anything. That's why I consider it a waste of time. Many people have tried to give me advice on what to do with it, while I have to deal with it myself. I have to figure out how the dark impulse actually works."

"What kind of advice did they give you? And who?"

"It just so happens that Odyssey these days is full of weirdos, and I will have an annoying opportunity to face such in a few days. One madwoman thinks that she is half vampire, which is absolutely mindblowing. I've seen a lot of supernatural things in the last few years... ghosts, demons, gods, but vampires are just an invention of society. I will never in my life believe that something like that exists just because this bitch is strong. For me the logical explanation for this is that she has the posture of a giant, and not that she turns into a bat in her spare time. I assume she used to watch too much Twilight in her childhood and it started fucking up with her head. The other one claims that she is a witch, which is probably more likely, but has a strange disposition. She's too nice, considering the stereotypical witch image. I don't think someone like this could do something as evil as witchcraft. You need balls to do that, and she is the kind of person who plays tough, but she is soft as a sponge. Honestly, I assume that she believes, people will get scared or impressed, hearing that bullshit, but i don't give a fuck. Hence, she tried so hard to get my admiration by trying to give me the impression that she is strong enough to get rid of Havoc. First of all, shit ton of people tried it, so I doubt it. Havoc is not a weakling, that would bend a knee for such a rookie witch. Second, he's not my problem. I am my own issue. So suggesting that they can do me a favor and I should be thankful for that is annoying as hell. Fuck them, I don't need them at all. They can put their favor deep in their ass."

Hana sighed heavily, then Hayley spoke again.

"It seems like you are not happy with your next fight?"

"And what is there to be happy about? Not only that, I have to team up with this idiot, Gwen, who is a disgusting human being and I hate her for a long time. It is these two freaks that give me lectures on what is best for me. Not to mention, that they talk shit about my competence by assuming Havoc is all I have. Oh, fuck off. I won championships and tournaments without his help, so they can kiss my ass. They are just another morons, who think that being a broken record will hurt my feelings. I heard it already a million times, and once again, it doesn't impress me. The only thing that pisses me off is that something like that comes from the mouths of such a nobodies. Like...who the fuck are Marie and Violet? All I know about them is, that the only relevant thing they did was to be in a tag titles match, but even then they weren't able to finish the job. Both act like they are some game changing duo, while they are not worth a shit. It is so fucking pathetic."

"That's quite an interesting opinion, Mrs. Nakajima. But don't you think, they're in a good position looking at the circumstances? You and Gwen don't have a good relationship, and they are the actual team."

"Who cares? After all, it doesn't matter anyway, because all it takes is a moment of non-attention to turn victory to your side. So whether Gwen cooperates or not, I can win this match by myself, and that's what I'm going to do. The fact is, that I am better than anyone in this stupid bout. Moreover, I am one of the best on Odyssey, and Violet and Marie should acknowledge such a thing, cause they are being dumb."

"Do you think they judged you badly?"

"Of course I do, but most people make the same mistake. But ignorance is never overlooked. As they say, karma is a bitch, but I personally think that I am way worse. Perhaps, it is a very bad quality, but I am vindictive. It is enough that you disrespect me once, and you can be sure that I will get my revenge. Therefore, in their place, I would pay attention to the words, because I will skin them with my bare hands, if they annoy me too much. And then neither the magic spell nor the daddy Dracula will help them."

Suddenly, Hana got up from the couch and started walking towards the door. The doctor tried to stop her.

"Wait! Where are you going?"

"I'm sick of this conversation. It's fucking stupid."

*After these words, the girl slammed the door behind her with a bang. And this is how the recording ends.*

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Re: OWA Promos October 6th 2022, 4:56 pm by **Rin Asakura**

Odyssey #1: Girl who Cried Wolf.

13.10.22 Tokyo, Japan

*The situation between Josie Gray and Rin Asakura was complicated from the very beginning. Apparently, the involvement of the first one could be understood to some extent, but on the other hand, it was getting out of control at the times. Some people started to be scared what could happen in the future. It especially disgusted the pink-haired woman who, to this day, believed that Josie's horrible behavior had nothing to do with her. But was it actually a thing? Theoretically, Rin didn't do anything that contributed to Grey's bad state of mind, but as you could see for the French woman, it was enough that she had the same surname as the main culprit. So it could be defined as a sequence of cause and effect, even if not directly resulting from Rin's actions. At least it was like that in the beginning, but over time, young Asakura also got involved in this little war and didn't intend to lose it. After all she had gone through with Josie, Rin knew she had to end it at Pluto's Gate. And it was obvious, that it would not be a pretty sight.*

*The shot opens in an old warehouse, with all kinds of stuff scattered inside of it. However, what is most noticeable is a strange large object covered with white linen, standing in the center of the room. Moments after the recording starts, footsteps can be heard and as it turns out, they belong to one of the stars of Odyssey, Rin Asakura. The woman is wearing a black short-sleeved crop top, white sweatpants and black sports shoes. Round sunglasses can also be seen on Rin's face, and in her left hand there is a sack with an object that she throws to the ground with a bang. With a quick, neat movement, the girl ties her hair in a high ponytail, leaving a few strands of hair surrounding her face. Then she turns to face the camera, and an annoyed tone of voice echoes through the room.*

The last few months had been a mess. Everywhere I looked, I saw some shit that was getting out of hand. It was all so fucked up, that sometimes I felt completely lost. All of this irritated and confused me so much that I started to think about one thing. Do all these people around me have the right to judge my father's vision? Should these vile and disgusting creatures become heroes when their actions are just as immoral? I always knew the audience was biased. For them, there was always only a bad side, and anyone who opposed it, was considered the nobel one. They gave such labels without looking at who the group of people they support really is. What was important to them is that they are trying to eliminate enemy number one and everyone associated with them. The point is, while some of these so-called heroes even tried to pretend to be righteous, there were also some who did not care about appearances. They openly showed what scumbag they are, and yet they were not criticized. They haven't been pointed out for being hypocritical. Instead, you have given them permission to do anything as long as you feel comfortable, and it makes me so fucking sick. It's disgusting how easy it is to buy someone's sense of morality. It's pathetic, that for you justice was always all about double standards.

Unlike all this trash people, The Golden Dawn is aware of its deeds. We know that we do not always act as we should. By accepting all this hatred and contempt, we pay for our insensitivity to a privileged part of the world. So you can say whatever you want...you can call us terrorists...monsters. However, what you cannot accuse us of is that we weren't sincere from the very beginning. From day one, we presented our purpose and attitude to the world. We made you understand from the very beginning, that we are aware of everything that is happening. We were not delusional like most of the people in this company. We were the only real people among a group of liars, and that hurt you all the most. You hated the fact that in a world full of fakeness and corruption, there was someone who wanted to end it all. That is why you repeatedly sent more people after us to silence us. With each passing day, you forgot that you are meant to be the good ones, and you chose worse and worse units. You've kept picking disgusting creatures like Josie Grey.

I knew there was something wrong with you as soon as I saw you, Josie. I always thought you were weird...I can even say that you gave the impression, that you were living in another world. It didn't make much difference to me at the time, though, because you stayed away from us, but everything changed the moment the Bishop went to meet the devil himself. Then you went completely crazy and started acting like a wild animal. Although, I do not know if this is a good comparison. Even wounded animals don't behave that way. To be completely honest, your condition seemed so tragic that it was dangerous. Ever since I was born, I have seen different people deal with the loss of a loved one. Some did it better, others completely broke down. But you? You're crazy. You completely lost your mind and started acting like a crazy teenager dumped by the first boyfriend. You spent your entire days on twitter despairing and threatening others. I'm shocked that the admins didn't ban you at that point, because it was unbearable. If people didn't know you, they would never have thought that a thirty-year-old woman could be like this. Nobody would have expected that the loss of your father figure would make you want to attack someone else's daughter. Not to mention, that it is insane to believe that you thought it would be a good idea. Josie, I'm not surprised you felt bad about what happened to Bishop, even if it was a piece of shit and looking at what you became in your adult life, he was a shitty father to you. But do you really think revenge will bring you relief? You don't even know how childish it is. Eye for an eye rule is so fucking ovverrated. Adult people don't solve problems like this. At first, I thought that was just a false observation, but I guess you really are a child in a woman's body. Although, the word "child" seems to be too innocent to describe you. I'd rather use the lines like "little psychopath", because these last few months have shown that you should be in a straitjacket. All these antics and disgusting attempts prove that you shouldn't be around people, because you're not mentally stable. You are a threat to society, even bigger one than we are. Why? Because all the shit you are doing is because of your whims and constant mood change. You seem like the kind of person who would stab your own mother, cause she didn't let you go out with friends. You know what I mean? Your actions are selfish and have no purpose. You do this only to soothe your own ego. So what makes you think you have a right to do justice? You are not better than a man you hate so much for killing your daddy.

For months you insulted and abused me. Every now and then you followed me everywhere like some fucking stalker. You interfered frequently with everything I did on Odyssey. What the fuck do you want from me? Bishop is alive again, get over it! Isn't that what you wanted? Because this obsession with me is starting to piss me off. Not to mention the fact that from the very beginning it was unjustified, because I had no idea what my father was planning. You got what you wanted, and yet you can't let go. And after all these dead animals, kidnapping and conspiracies, I understood one thing. No matter what happens, you won't fuck off, until you make your sick fantasy a reality. You want me dead, huh? Oh, fuck yourself! You are not the first person to want this. However, as you can see, I am doing great, and even better than ever!

*Rin turns for a moment and pulls the sheet off the object standing behind her. As it turns out, it is a dummy, an imitation of Josie Gray.*

Perhaps I made the mistake of letting everyone think, I am too lovely. Perhaps I shouldn't have let Odyssey believe that I am not the type of person to choose excessive violence. However, I'm sick of this, so consider me a wolf in sheep's clothing, Josie. Do you want war? You're fucking gonna get it! Do you think you are the only one who is capable of crossing lines? Welp, I sold my morality a long time ago and you should have understood that when I killed Chris Sabertooth unbothered. And the same fate awaits you, Josie. Either I'll make you a bloody pulp in that goddamn ring, or you'll never leave me alone. So don't think that our little meeting on the roof was all I have to offer. These few baseball bat shots will seem like a day at Disneyland to you, when I'm done with you, because there is no other way with people like you. It is time for you to taste your own medicine, Josie. Time for you to pay for your recklessness and the price will be high. And no matter how much you regret it on Pluto's Gate, there will be no turning back. You should have been wondering about the consequences,before you waged war on me for no reason. You had to think about what could happen before you signed your death certificate at your own request, when you burst into Lloron's office. When it is already up to this point, I do not intend to hesitate, and let this be a warning for everyone on a pink brand. Don't fuck with me, or you will end up badly. Even if I don't look harmful based on my looks, don't forget that Asakura blood flows in my veins. Don't be naive enough not to understand that I am a devil's child.

At Pluto's Gate, I don't come to play, Josie. I am coming for your fucking head, and when I'm done with you...I want my shot at championship back. This time with the thought, that I got rid of the pain in the ass, that you are. Be ready to fucking die, Josie, cause one of us has to. And it won't be me.

*Rin picks up the item she brought earlier and takes it out of the bag. Within a few seconds, the woman has an ax in her hands, which she strikes vigorously against the mannequin.*

You can threaten me! You can tell me all the fake promises. But we all know you are just a liar. So can't wait to hear that you are going to murder me, but there is one thing I am sure of. Once again, you will prove that you are just a girl who cried wolf.

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Re: OWA Promos October 6th 2022, 3:45 pm by **marielacorriveau**

The Waiting Crossroads

“Do you know why I named it the Gibbet?”

Marie stands over an iron framework, staring down at the rusty strips of metal, the harsh fluorescent light above her turning her hair to fire. Nothing remains of the last time the structure was put to use, just a pile of scrap on a stone table in a silent room. Nothing to show what it had once been, except its eerily human shape.

“It doesn’t really look like one, after all. Doesn’t really do what the Gibbet did. I named it the Gibbet so that now, years after it was last used, people would remember. They would remember the cost of ignorance, and stupidity, and they would understand what was done almost three hundred years ago to a woman in New France.”

“That was my little contribution. My little lesson to the world. Let them learn while they cheer me on, you know? Spread the words as far as I can.”

Marie reaches out, fingers nearly brushing the blood coloured rust of the closest strap, but she stops. Pulls back. Circles the table, staring at the single curved piece of iron that once cradled the head of a dead witch. She can almost see it, pale rigor mortis stiffened face growing slack, turning to bones as the years pass, a grim reminder of what justice looks like when a woman steps out of line.

“Ignorance is a killer. It’s responsible for burnings in medieval Germany and hangings in Salem and Quebec City. It made people with names like Temperance and Goodfellow open graves in New England and break the jaws and rib cages of their dead to save themselves from the whisper of vampire. And it’s so close to claiming Hana Nakajima that I can feel it coming on, like I’ve felt the spirits leak out of the walls of a hundred haunted houses. Hana, you’re surrounded. You have Violet and I in front of you, Havoc behind you, and truth be told, as angry as I am, as fucking furious as I’ve been since Game Over, I am nowhere near the threat to you that your own ignorance has become. Havoc didn’t come for you, Hana. Do you understand what that means? You can’t turn the faucet on and off anymore. He has control. He’s hollowed you out like a pumpkin and he’s the only light shining inside of your Jack o’ Lantern now. I’m not sure who I’m going to meet in the ring at Pluto’s Gate, but I can tell you how it’s going to go.”

“I meet Hana. I fight her. I submit her. She knows what the Gibbet feels like. Bell rings. Violet raises my hand.”

“I meet Havoc. I fight him. I bind him. He knows what it feels like to be caged. Bell rings. Violet raises my hand.”

“It would probably be better for you if Havoc does come out, truth be told. Not because he has a hope in hell of beating a real fucking witch, physically or otherwise, but because you’re in over your head here. You need me. Violet and I are the only ones on this roster who really understand what’s going on inside of you right now, Hana. The only ones who even come close to providing a solution to your problem. And if he thinks he’s going to ride things out, hiding in that pretty little head of yours, he’s going to feel pretty stupid when he realizes I don’t need him to face forward to perform an unholy exorcism. I can get him out, whether he wants out or not.”

She smiles sadly down at the cage, and rests a feather light hand on its hollow head, as if comforting a restless sleeper.

“I guess there’s always the possibility that I won’t have the opportunity to take on either of you. Gwen will be there too. Of course, Gwen has absolutely no reason to stick her neck out for you. She’s a trophy hunter. Do you know how trophy hunters operate? They sit all day behind blinds in the woods, they wait for some poor deer or fat lazy bear to idle by, and they shoot. Then they congratulate themselves for being so smart and so cunning and so tough, as if they’ve done anything more impressive than popping a balloon with a dart at the carnival.”

“Gwen, I’ve addressed you directly already, so I’ll keep it short and sweet. You are the palest of pale imitations next to my partner. Hunting is Violet’s birthright, and she is very, very good at it. Not only is she good at hunting things like you and Hana, but she has the guts to pick fights with things bigger, stronger, and older than she is, and she wins. That’s just a gig. What do you think she’ll do with her pride on the line? What do you think she’ll do with a demon in one corner and her partner in the other? Keep hiding behind that blind, cherie. It’s better that way. Maybe eventually you’ll get good enough with the bow that Disneyland will let you put on a red wig and play Merida at the park.”

Marie rests her elbows on the table and leans down to look closely at the cage, and after a moment the camera follows her, so we’re gazing at her through a maze of iron and rust and time.

“My mother taught me a lot about witchcraft. Not everything I know, mind you, I got out young and I learned how to do more, go further. I learned the power of the crowd, the power of joy, and because of Violet, I know the power of purpose. But she’s pretty good to have around if you have something nasty you want to get rid of. If you have a ghost, call a priest, they’re pretty good at those things. Ghosts are just people, and a lot of people believe in the power of men in all black with nifty little starched collars. If you want help with something that was never alive in the first place, if you want to put hell under your feet, want to deal with something that doesn’t care about the order of things? You find a witch.”

“Let me remind you how things went the first time a woman called La Corriveau was struck down, hein? They strung her up, they hung her at the crossroads, they humiliated her, they butchered her, and she came back.”

“Odyssey is about to learn what the people of New France did three hundred years ago, what the people of New England realized when their sons and daughters continued to wake up pale and waning. You should’ve burned us when you had the chance.”

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

Re: OWA Promos October 6th 2022, 3:30 pm by **Violet Cunningham**

The Reaper is Starting to Run Out of Fucks to Give

So, it begins again. Another set of opponents, another match. In every straight fight between Bad Meets Evil and a single team, we have one. Without any meddlesome third party, we remain unstoppable. We have yet to suffer a pinfall, yet to submit. But still we remain deprived of the titles we should rightfully hold - but no matter. That’s unimportant.

“Eyes on the prey, not the horizon.”

It was an expensive complex, riddled with cameras and barbed wire, doors behind coded locks and barred windows. A facility designed to store and protect sensitive data, data belonging to the rich, and the evil. Yet despite it all, no personnel could be seen, not a sound besides the hum of countless servers. If you were to look at the cameras, one by one the guards seemed to simply vanish, as though snatched away by some unseen force. At the center of it all, watching the monitors, she stood. The apex predator.

To become a hunter is no difficult undertaking - to become a good hunter is. But to become the best, you must notch countless kills, not just of prey, but of predators. To hunt that which believes it is hunting you and best it is to become the greatest of all, and I certainly hope Gwen Harper understands that. I am dhampir, immortal and unstoppable. I have the strength of ages and the speed of gods. Yet despite it all, I am only half-breed. Yet still I stand toe-to-toe with my own kind, those purer than I, and I best them. I hunt the greatest prey of all, and will face you down with the same care and respect I would a fellow hunter.

But this does not make us equals. I hunt things more than human, greater than animals and deadlier than you can imagine. I choose to purge the world of things that kill and terrorise innocent people and continue to do so despite my current engagements. I am perfectly capable of breaking a wendigo’s neck one day and stomping your head in the next. But I don’t need to prove any of this, I don’t need to mention it, yet I feel the need to inform you of the caliber of the prey you’re attempting to stalk.

She cocked her head, watching the monitor as a progress bar slowly filled up. It was almost halfway.

Who brings a bear to an arena? Do you really feel that insecure in your skills you have to turn the ring into a circus attraction? It’s a bit pathetic really, all that potential and talent you almost certainly have and yet - you’re just making a fool of yourself on live television. Unbelievable. Hunt with me, get a taste of some real prey, try and become the best, reach the apex. Or continue on your gimmicky suicide run straight down the ramp, between the ropes and into my boots. Choice is yours.

67% and counting.

Now, Hana. I know you’re having some internal issues, quite literally I may add, but seriously - we can help you with Havoc. I’ve hunted demons, Marie purges them all the time. We are literally the most useful people to help with your little spat so suck it up and accept the offer dammit. You want Havoc gone? Done. You want to keep him? Fine, but if he shows up in our match I’ll ruin you so badly he’ll have to run away. I’d dive into the depths of Hell to kill that squirming little bastard if you’d asked because I’m just that helpful, but instead you insist upon the hard way. I’ll beat you both into a coma if I have to. But I’d rather not.

85% complete and counting.

Of all people you should know I have a pretty solid understanding of what you’re feeling. There’s still time for us to settle this amicably, I’m patient. But I will warn you - I am extremely close to snapping entirely. If either you or your parasite decide to get violent I can and will stomp your fucking lights out. Then I’ll reach down your throat and tear Havoc out of you kicking and screaming. Solves all our problems in a simple, violent fashion, which is exactly my style. So I’ll reiterate - this is me being nice.

You don’t want to piss me off, especially not now.

90% complete and counting.

So, to summarize ladies - Marie is in a shit mood, I’m in a violent one, you’re in our way and I get the feeling you don’t plan on playing as nice as we have thus far. So I’ll be seeing you in the ring, and you’ll be seeing me - and then waking up a week later wondering what the holy fuck happened.

I’d say may the best woman win, but that’s bullshit in its own right. Gwen - may the best hunter, me, beat your ass swiftly. Hana - pray you don’t spend more than thirty seconds on my bad side. I know you fight like a beast and have backup even without Gwen, but you’ve never had an opponent like me and after this, you’ll wish you never met me.

99% complete and counting.

It’s been a pleasure filling this short time with predictions and promises. I hope you’ve been taking notes because you will be quizzed on this, and any incorrect answers will be met with a furious ass kicking. We’re just you two but better, and we’ll prove it soon enough, to you and everyone watching.

Download complete, please disconnect.

Violet removed the now data-filled drive, and swiftly left a message on the empty computer for whatever unfortunate party would discover her handiwork, before simply vanishing into the shadows. The camera pans up, and the message fills the screen - almost as though it was warning her opponents of their impending doom.

Beware The Reaper

Jeff X, Alyssa Grace, marielacorriveau and Chad Ecclestone have spoken. It’s such good shit!

The feed transitioned into the home in Anaheim, California. That’s where we find Rebecca Brookes being seated in one of the leather armchairs within her home, taking a sip of her Pumpkin Spice Latte and her house decorated for the Halloween occasion coming up. Her attention cut to the camera recording her as a smile was kept along her face.

“I’ll keep this as real as I can be.

I don’t even want the Ascension to The Heavens briefcase, Diantha.

I’ll happily be the first to admit it that I don’t really want it, it’s the last of my thoughts as it is heading into this match with you, because in my mind, there’s better goals to accomplish than to just win a briefcase and have myself a nice little shot at the Women’s World Championship whenever I damn feel like it. It’s nice and all to have it but what does it accomplish when winning it, hm? I’m sure you felt a newfound motivation to torment the champion who’s just waiting for the moment that you make the move and cash in for the championship, but what else is there? You’re just standing around and twiddling your thumbs, waiting for a right moment and a right opportunity. That’s what I never truly understood about the whole Ascension to The Heavens thing.

And whilst you might believe that I just want a one-way ticket to being given a chance at the championship whenever I damn well feel like it, that’s not the case either. See, I want to be an earning kind of person. If I get knocked down, I’m at the bottom and I’ll keep working until I am all the way back up to where I was. I’m sure there’s a time where I could’ve just injected myself into the main event scene and face Rebecca Filth herself — but at the same time, why should I when I know that I am not ready for that kind of a challenge? I know that, right now, I am nowhere near on that same level as Rebecca Filth and I’m sure that everyone else agrees with me with that regard as well.” She scoffed. “You might think so too, Diantha.

As you could clearly see for yourself, I’m not so full of myself as you might have thought of me to be — because, Diantha, I can control what my wants and needs can be. And as you can see, I know where I can place myself in a respectable manner. Whilst you might be hearing me and be thinking to yourself that it’s nothing but bullshit that I’m spewing up right now? There’s a reason why this match is happening right now and it’s because of you. Nobody else but you, Diantha. Take a good long think about the series of events that have allowed this to happen, remind yourself of your own faults and your own mistakes that have led me to force a collision course for the two of us to be involved in.

At the time, you were nothing more than a disrespectful piece of shit who didn’t care less about the death of Ashley Walker and you decided to side with Llorona, someone that I’ve had deep history with throughout the past year. So, as soon as I came back into the mix, I went for Llorona — and by association — I went right for you. Of course, you being you, decided that me being fired wasn’t enough. You wanted to make me quit. Yet, I still stand here and am not fired from my job and I haven’t decided to quit. Kind of a bummer that you make promises you can’t keep, huh. But, no matter what, you always found a way to get yourself involved in my shit, don’t you. When it came to my match for the Goddesses Championship, you got yourself involved. When it came to me speaking to Llorona, you threw me through drywall. When it came to my match with Skylar Arceanaux, you just had to get yourself involved again. Each and every single time, you always got yourself involved.”

For a second, Rebecca was able to cross her right leg over her left and a large smile grew along her lips. At that moment, she scoffed at the thought of Diantha Rosso’s supposed reasoning. Then, she leaned her head forward toward the camera.

“See where this is going?” Rebecca chuckled for a moment. “The whole thing of you believing that I am persistent and that I won’t just give up when I’ve been so casually humbled by you time and time again, it’s nothing but simple bullshit that you’ve put into your own mind. I have been doing nothing but simply minding my own business whilst you’ve found every opportunity to run in and strike at me because it’s a promise that you made to Llorona. So, whilst you are willing to believe that this is happening because of me? Far from the truth, Diantha. This match is happening because of you. This match was made by you, this match was created for you, this is happening because you kept pushing for it and because you called me out- not the other way around. And all that I want out of this match isn’t your silly briefcase.

I want to beat you fucking senseless.

Like I’ve said, ever since that I’ve come back? You’ve been persistent on ruining shit around here for me, you’ve been persistent on making sure that every match that I compete in on Odyssey is nothing but loss after loss after god damn loss. Over and over again. So when you claim persistence is coming from me, Diantha? I simply couldn’t help but to laugh at that shit– to laugh at the insane amount of bullshit that you have spewing right out of your mouth, the verbal diarrhoea is too much, Diantha. There is no persistence coming from me, Diantha, and you need to stop this whole projecting thing that you’re doing. Trying to use your own problems against me isn’t a great way to find some form of psychological attack, hun. Trying to base theories about how I am here trying to knock you down, it’s not science at all– it’s just someone that’s clearly had enough of your shit for month after month after fucking month, Diantha.

But allow yourself to believe in your own ‘theory’ of thinking that I know that I can’t climb up any mountains, that I can’t be someone that I would’ve wished to have been, that I know that I’m not as great as anyone else.” She paused. “The thing is, Diantha, is that I know that I could beat others. I know that I could knock them right on their asses any day of the week, the problem is that you intercept, you become persistent, you become a thorn in my side by always finding ways of blindsiding me or distracting me just when I have something won. You want to believe in everything negative, because that’s what you do as a “villainous bitch”, but all that it is? Nothing but lies, a picture painted by yourself because you know that the truth is a whole lot uglier than you project it out to be.” Rebecca stopped for a moment, raising her finger up and giving herself a moment to think, before speaking in a more softened tone, “why, though?”

Her question was — clearly — left unanswered as she sat there in silence, a look into the camera with her eyebrows raised up in confusion. However, they lowered and she took another sip of her latte drink.

“Is this a way for yourself to make you look stronger than you actually come off as? A way to paint yourself to be a more “successful hero” than you’ll ever be by trying to get rid of “a pest”, so to speak? Is this how Diantha Rosso can finally be “respected” in a way by taking down one of the top faces of Odyssey? Is this a way for you to be appreciated in a manner that you’d like because you know that taking me down and putting me out for good will actually put eyes on you again? I really do believe that you’ve lost your damn mind, Diantha, and it’s showing because you challenged me to this and you made this match happen. So, with that being said? You need this win. You want this more than anything. This is your destiny to defeat Rebecca Brookes, because you’re afraid of what I could do to you, Diantha.

And you can lie right through your teeth about it not being true all you want, but it’s clear as day and it’s so visible to the human eye, you cannot live with yourself because you know that I am a threat to you. You don’t need to pull up the list of names that have come and gone either, they’re gone and you’re not afraid of them. But, because I am still here and still standing, you’ve become afraid of what is achievable. Like I said though, I don’t want your shitty little fucking case. I don’t want no Ascension to The Heavens.

I just want to kick your fucking head in.

And I will.”

Her confidence seemed to be strong as she stood up from where she was seated, walking closer toward the camera as it panned around to watch her head for her balcony outside of her window. She stood there for a moment, taking in the scenery and the sun reflecting down onto her, the autumn breeze passing through her hair.

“So when it comes down to myself and you inside of that ring, just know that every punch that I am going to hit is nothing short of payback for everything you’ve done onto me, nothing short of revenge put onto you for what you’ve caused onto me, and in a way, I guess that I’m getting this shit back in blood– and I’m not gonna stop until I make you fucking bleed as well. You can hang up your Ascension to The Heavens briefcase anywhere you want, use it against me at your will, beat me with it like you’ve done so many times before– but it’s not going to stop me, it never has and it never will.

Just know that if you do happen to lose to me, there’ll be nobody else to blame but yourself for your loss of that briefcase, and you can’t make excuses when you get fucking humbled in that ring at Pluto’s Gate. But again, I don’t need this win. I don’t need the briefcase, and I don’t need to “beat you” in a match to prove a point. However, it won’t stop me from just outright taking it from you if I damn well feel like doing so.” A smirk grew along her lips. “Hold onto that briefcase tightly, Diantha. You wouldn’t know what’s going to happen when I finally get my hands on you fair and square. But I can assure you of one thing,” she paused, turning her attention right back to the camera.

“I’m going to drag you right through hell and back you miserable bitch, and you’re going to pay for all of the wrongdoings you’ve caused me since I came back. See ya, cunt.”

VaeVictisBD, Michael Bishop, Diantha Rosso, Jeff X, Alyssa Grace and Chad Ecclestone have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos October 6th 2022, 2:51 pm by **Angelina Magnum**

Angelina Magnum

Having to think of shit to say about Skylar for two consecutive promos was like trying to find a cleaner who would go near Scotty Adams' house

Angelina lounges by the pool at the Thotyssey Mansion, her future granddaughter, Mandy Magnum is lying on the sun lounger next to her as the Magnum dynasty work on their tans.

Mandy: It’s so cool that we get to hang out together, grammy.

Angelina: I’ve told you before, kid, don’t call me that. I’m 26 years old!

Mandy: Sorry, Angie, it’s just, I’ve heard so much about you over the years! How you built the Magnum Millions, how you took over the entire entertainment industry and created generations of wealth and influence. It inspired me to do the same and now…well now I have the most unique opportunity imaginable, I get to witness you building it first-hand!

Angelina: Yeah it must be great to be in the presence of your idol, I mean, I’m THE Idol but I always knew I’d create greatness that would last throughout the years. I know you can’t tell me too much about the future, that Wizard freak was super clear on that, so I’m not gonna bother with trying to find out when I win my first world title or when I’m inducted into the Hall of Fame, it will all just fall into place, like everything does for me.

Mandy: Don’t you think this Athena’s Cup tournament is your path to starting the legacy?

Angelina: It may very well be, we’ll just have to find out. I’ll be honest though, I’m not impressed by these women, not in the least. Gwen Harper was not a threat and Skylar is even less of one. I know you’re not a wrestler, honey, but you have to understand how I work and how things are done around here if you’re going to be a part of BOBW. You see, I’m ruling the roost now and these little girls running around playing wrestler can’t handle it. You will never inherit loser genes, baby girl, I won’t let it happen, you are going to observe me as I take the ball and run fifty miles with it. I said my piece to Skylar and not a word of what I said was a lie. She’s never done anything of note, she surrounds herself with mediocrity so she can look better by comparison, but her return has already been a spectacular flop. Nobody is talking about her and she HATES it, but she just has to accept that that’s what happens when you live in a Magnum’s world. My mother and father - who you will absolutely meet one day - taught me when I was little that no matter what you’re doing in life, you have to make more noise than anybody. You need everyone to turn their heads and wonder who you are, what you’re about, and how they get a piece of it.

When I walk down the street, heads turn, cameras flash, people trip up over themselves just to share the same space as me. It’s no different in OWA, everyone can wax poetic about their work ethic, about their brutality in the ring, but where’s it got them? Who has ever paid to see someone like Skylar Arceneaux wrestle? I was wrong to call her a has-been, she’s a never was. She thought that returning to her old job would somehow yield sweeter fruit but look at what she’s up against: Power, beauty, strength, more sex appeal than every Playboy centrefold combined.

You will encounter many women like Skylar in your life, Mandy, women who think that somehow, embracing your sexuality is a sin. Puritan, horse-faced bitches who carry a grudge because they spent their prom night being fingered by the high school janitor in the maintenance closet, while fighting back tears that nobody their age wanted to ask them out. She calls me and your aunties whores like it means something bad. Like Felix wasn’t literally an escort, or that Rebecca isn’t out every single day giving men the rides of their life for more money than Skylar makes in a year.

Mandy: What about you? Are you as big of a thot as they are?

Angelina: Oh, honey, I am a thot in every conceivable way and I wouldn’t change it for the world. I’ve had them on every single continent - that modelling shoot in the Antarctic research station was interesting - I love to feel good, what’s wrong with that? When Skylar calls us whores, that is our strength. Her hatred of the fact that we are comfortable within our bodies eats her up inside. Why do you think she hasn’t said a word to me? I’ve let her have two weeks to respond to me and she’s not let out a peep, because she knows there’s nothing she can say that will make me feel any different. What even CAN she say? What is so bad about being me? I’ve got money, power, influence, privilege, friends and family who support and love me, a featured spot on the hottest wrestling show in the world. I have EVERYTHING anyone could want, so now? Now it’s time for me to take even more. Does anyone want to live in a world where anyone OTHER than me has the Athena’s Cup? It’s alright, I won’t let it happen. Because as much as Skylar wants to believe that all Thotyssey has is hotness, we are so much more than she ever could be.

Because nobody will admit this when it’s constantly on their mind: Thotyssey are the new standard. We are redefining everything we touch. The world is bending to our will. Rebecca Filth said it herself, she HAND-PICKED Felix and I to join her at the top. People can just straight up LIE through their teeth that she did it for protection, but that’s just copium in full-swing. Rebecca Filth? Needing protection? Ha! She hasn’t lost in over a year, she has ripped every top woman in the sport to shreds. She recognised that Felix was the next big thing, she saw that I had all the makings of a superstar and now she is elevating women who deserve it. If Skylar was so great, Filth would have invited her into the group. Look at that Odyssey roster, look at allllll the women that could have been selected to join the elite of the elite, we were not chosen by accident. We were chosen because we are simply superior. Felix fights like a demon, she will kill if it means she can secure victory. Me? I am upping my game every hour of every day. When I walked through the doors of OWA, I was accused of being a fake, a woman who couldn’t wrestle, who was there for exposure…well, I got my exposure in more ways that one and then some.

I have stood across the ring from the “wrestlers”, from the women who didn’t want to believe someone who looks like me could be more talented than them and I have rocked their world. Whenever I step through those ropes, it’s must-see. I’ve heard nothing but the same, tired shtick about the BOB Games not counting, about me being “protected” by Thotyssey…oh dear. The reality is that I walked in here and immediately found success. The reality is that the two best professional wrestlers ON THE PLANET skipped over every other woman in that locker room and decided that I was their equal. That does not happen by accident. I have done what Skylar was never able to do and be a star with minimal effort. I have stood side-by-side with the dreaded Banshee and proved to everyone watching that she’s no monster, she’s just a deranged woman who needed a good ring to the head to put her in her place.

Skylar is burying her head in the sand like all the others. She has nothing of substance to say to me, all she has is slut shaming nonsense and bragging about tenure. Tenure doesn’t mean a damn thing. Tenure is what people claim when they’ve got nothing else to fall back on, all it means is they’re old and have nothing to show for it. Never let anyone tell you that you have to be a veteran to be great, that’s horseshit. Skylar has forged an association with Tarah Nova to try and trick people into thinking she was ever anything more than a curtain jerker, who was so unmemorable that she couldn’t even find gold in Odyssey’s thinnest roster. In an era where people like Gwen Harper can win the Goddesses Title TWICE, you’d think Skylar would at least get SOMETHING, right? And yet here she is, lined up for me to wipe out on the way to holding that cup over my head.

I am going to demonstrate why she should have never come back. I am going to display just how much the top tier of Odyssey has evolved since she tucked her tail between her legs and ran. Pluto’s Gate was brought back BECAUSE of us. Do you think it’s a coincidence that the event was resurrected with Odyssey at its apex? Management knew that Thotyssey needed the ultimate showcase for our upperbound limits. Filth will dissect Thrash, Felix will ground Tomomi into a paste, and I will send Skylar where she belongs: to be a chew toy for Alyssa Grace and Liz Karlson. Because this tournament is for elite athletes, for women who are a cut above the rest, that description has never applied to Skylar. She has said nothing because she can say nothing. She KNOWS that she’s fucked, that every word that leaves my mouth is the God’s honest truth. All I have to prove is that I’m as good as I say I am, Skylar has to prove that she ever was good, the burden’s on her.

Every woman in the world wants to know what it’s like to have everything, and let me tell you, it’s the only way to live. When you go back to your time, you’ll have learned every lesson possible to be a success.

Mandy: Wow, you’re so wise, Angie. I don’t even know why you haven’t already got the trophy in your hands, what can possibly be done to you?

Angelina: Exactly, child, what can be done to me? Every threat that comes my way is an empty gesture, everyone who thinks they can “expose” me only exposes how little they will ever accomplish. Now, less talking, more tanning, I’ve wasted enough of my breath on Skylar Arceneaux for one lifetime.

The two Magnums lean back and soak in the sun.

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VaeVictisBD, Diantha Rosso, Jeff X, Alyssa Grace, Rebecca Filth, Felix Hartley and Chad Ecclestone have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos October 5th 2022, 11:56 pm by **Diantha Rosso**

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It’s ironic. Most people wouldn’t peg a Louisiana native like me as a big fan of mountains. They’re cold, tough, lonely places only fit for rugged, tough people to reside on. Being a professional wrestler traveling around the world, I can’t obviously live in the mountains all the time, but they are a wonderful place to visit when I need to clear my head and prepare for things like I am preparing for now. When I won one of the Clashes, I stayed in the mountains up near Missoula, Montana for weeks. I wanted to get away from what wrestling has become. The loud, obnoxious fans. The annoying, half-witted peer group that I have that calls themselves professional wrestlers. The press. Management. My own brother. I wanted to get away from everything and everyone.

The mountains in my opinion are a perfect training ground for the professional wrestling world: a harsh climate where you have to do whatever is necessary to survive. I’m angry with the opponent that I have at Pluto’s Gate. Very, VERY angry in fact. But I understand their motivations better than they realize. I understand everything in this harsh world because I’ve seen everything it has to offer. I understand how the feelings of inadequacy, paranoia, jealousy, irrational anger…I know firsthand how all of these things can bring a person down to the level of one Rebecca Brookes. It’s a route that I’ve traveled down once before, a path that led me nowhere. But instead of learning from my example, learning from the discipline that I’ve benevolently metered out…

But she persists.

I hate the desert. I hate Qatar in all honesty. I hope that the wealthy people of that nation don’t take umbrage with that, because I can assure them it’s a hate that I share for all stupid, inept, repressive government who rise to power on the backs of hard-working people, including my own in America. The match that I have is there…but I would much rather be in the HImalayas…away from inept governments, inept wrestling companies, inept, worthless, stupid human beings. So even though my training regimen is, shall we say, spartan, I’d much prefer that to a cozy gym or some ridiculous sports lab where all the sluts pose for Instagram photos.

Ever since OWA came to life and I eventually found my place in its swelling ranks, I’ve tried hard to find my place. When I came here, I was a woman full of ideas, full of hope. I had a sense of what professional wrestling should be like, what my career would look like. I wanted to compete on the brightest stages against the best competition the world could offer, fighting openly and fairly just to find out who the better professional wrestler was. People see what Odyssey has become now with gang warfare, sexual deviancy, smug ramblings from doctors, witchcraft and mediocre drunks clinging to their final pieces of relevancy.

I weep for what my poor Odyssey has become. Even though we don’t always agree and even though I fought many wars with the likes of Azumi Goto, Natalie Cage, Jonetta Stone, Dulce Torres and Stephanie Matsuda…I feel that their legacy and by extension my own legacy has been tarnished by the absolute mayhem this place has devolved into. But the devolution of Odyssey has not come without my curiosity being piqued. There are many talented people still roaming the locker room, fresh blood being pumped into a sadly corrupted, decaying heart.

For those of you who are wondering why Diantha Rosso has not set foot in the wrestling ring to fight since Final Destination, I’m more than happy to tell you that my absence from competition is certainly not from injury. Despite my first opponent of the new season’s best efforts, I’m very much at full fitness and could take the Undisputed Women’s World Championship of this company whenever I please. Do you remember, Rebecca? When you made your grand return to this brand, you assaulted me for no reason at all. I’ve not had much of a quarrel with you. In fact, if my memory is accurate this is our first one on one meeting ever. I’ve never really paid much attention to you, in all honesty. My ambitions were above you and you never crossed into my field of vision…until you did what you did a few weeks ago on Odyssey. You assaulted me, from behind, completely unprovoked.

You have issues with Llorona? That’s fine. I honestly don’t care. But when you interrupt me as I was speaking, sharing my thoughts on the departed Ashiley Walker and my plans for Odyssey with the world, I have a very big problem with that. So, like a mother admonishing her daughter, I saw to it that you wouldn’t regain that Goddesses Championship that you once held. People looked at ME like the villain for getting revenge for something that YOU started, but I’ve grown accustomed to being everyone’s favorite scapegoat when things don’t go the way they want them to. I’m accustomed to lies, misconceptions, and half-truths. I figured that would be the end of it.

But you persisted.

You challenged me for the golden ticket that I left Japan battered and bruised after Final Destination to earn. You challenged me for the Ascension to the Heavens briefcase and the contract that it contains to have something that you’ve never come close to tasting in your life: the OWA Undisputed Women’s World Championship. Who are you to make such a claim for such a lofty, important prize? What have you done since returning besides assaulting me? What the hell were you doing while you were away and who filled your head up with the ridiculous idea that you could compete with me in a wrestling ring?

But you persisted.

I brushed aside your challenge, because in all honesty it’s not much of a challenge to me. In one night, I defeated two former Outlaw Champions, Moongoose McQueen’s failure of a successor, and two very average women, to earn this right and you, who have done nothing, do not deserve to be in the same ring with me, let alone with me putting something that I risked all to attain while you risk nothing to even have this opportunity. What do you have to offer? What are you wagering besides your well-being? What are you so desperate to protect that you would be willing to risk your life to have?

Nothing.

I gave you one last warning, one last opportunity to stay out of my way. I made sure you would leave the Athena’s Cup tournament empty handed…then again, with your previous performances in the same tournament in the past, perhaps my intervention wasn’t even necessary in the first place. Even so, I promised to make your stay on Odyssey a living hell and that’s what I’ve done. But the only reason why I’ve done such a thing is because you don’t understand your place in the pecking order just yet.

This is my blunt assessment of the roster at this point in time:

Rebecca Filth and The Banshee are the only two women who even cause me to feel anything remotely close to concern. I’ve already beaten one of them and the other I plan on introducing myself to in the near future. Everyone else?

They are lower than me. Pond scum not worthy of wearing wrestling boots, disgraced athletes who should have been swallowed by their mothers or ejaculated onto bedroom sheets by their fathers. Complete wastes of oxygen.

This includes you.

All this time, I had plans to just simply arrive after the carnage of what goes down the next time Banshee and Filth collide and pick off whoever was left standing, but because of you, I’ve had to alter my plans. You couldn’t be like the Banshee or even that miserable tree-hugging feminist moron Daisy and face the champion head on. You need an added buffer. You need what I have because you know deep down in your heart you NEED me, you NEED this briefcase to get where you want to go. I tried to keep you in your station with warnings…

BUT YOU CONTINUE TO PERSIST….

Fine. You seem very desperate to be World Champion. You seem desperate to have a conflict with me. So be it. But let me tell you about what happens to people who get in my way. You already know the accolades that I’ve collected so I’m not going to list them all. That’s what Wikipedia pages are for, and if I have my way mine will be updated in the very near future as I claim what is rightfully mine once more. You, you should concern yourself with the names of people who I have left in my wake:

Azumi Goto

Sweet Roxy

Natalie Cage

Dulce Torres

That miserable little rodent Revy

Liz Karlson

Jonetta Stone

The Banshee

Hana Nakajima

Eris

Pick out the era of Odyssey as you please, I’ve battled and beaten pretty much anyone who was ever relevant around here. I have outwitted, outlasted, outfought and outplayed everyone who walks into the Odyssey locker room…and you’ve taken it upon yourself, maybe the fourth-most relevant Goddesses Champion of all time, to come to me and challenge me for something that you wouldn’t have the mental capacity to handle anyway?

Please.

I have a theory, and if you have been listening I’m pretty sure you’ll be able to pick up on what it is. My theory is that you KNOW that the climb is too steep, the opportunities will be scant, and that even on your best days you know that you can’t hang with the few elite talents here. So you want to provoke me, hand waving your stupidity by claiming I’m simply a puppet of Llorona’s bidding and should be a target for your revenge, even if I’ve never even done anything to you in all the time I’ve been aware of your worthless, fruitless, aimless existence. You plan on using ME as a stepping-stone to greatness because you know in your heart you don’t have the stamina, determination and intestinal fortitude to climb the mountain as I’ve done before in my career. I started with nothing. People think that my last name gave me a head start on people, that I’ve been fancied by management.

Management has very actively held me down in the past. And when they didn’t do that, they pretended that I didn’t exist. I had to jump through hoop after hoop after hoop to get to where I am right now and if you believe that you will be able to waltz right in and take something of mine then…..you’re in for a rude awakening. And a very painful lesson. Miss Brookes, the gloves are off now. There will be no sneak attacks. No weapons. Sure, maybe the crowd in Qatar will take to you, lift you up like most moronic fans do with anyone who gives them masturbation material.

They can’t wrestle for you.

You believe that you’ve earned what I’ve earned? You believe that the little things that you’ve gone through compared to the absolute hell I’ve had to endure to even have a wrestling career? You’re going to find out the hard way that the climb to the top of the mountain you’ve decided to venture onto isn’t for everyone. The higher you climb, your journey becomes even more exhausting, more brutal, more violent.

I’m going to be your tour guide at Pluto’s Gate. Unfortunately for you, the tour doesn’t end with you having your happy ending and standing with the Briefcase and on the precipice of achieving your dreams. It ends with me beating you within an inch of your life.

It’s going to bring the biggest of smiles to watch you climb up that mountain just to fall right back down to earth after I’ve kicked you in the face.

See you soon.

Jeff X, Alyssa Grace, The Banshee, DT The Ruler, Felix Hartley and Chad Ecclestone have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos October 5th 2022, 5:26 pm by **Tomomi Shinozaki**

Felix, I can sense that you're angry. I'm not sure why you are though. Why does someone that doesn't deserve a title match, make you so upset?, You should be happy right? I am the crazy one after all... As you said. But it would appear that I'm the one in your head already just by existing, but that seems as if that's the case. I'm not here to step on any toes, I'm not here to make anyone look foolish. I'm here to live out my dream, because if I walked away without ever knowing what I could do, I could never forgive myself. For me, this is my dream, and I'm not going to let one loss dictate how the rest of my career is going. Did I win my last match? No. Does that mean that I have no chance against you? No. Through loss, is when you learn most. Through your toughest trials, is when you grow the most. Through victory all you can really do is give yourself a pat on the back and tell yourself just do the same thing next time. Well normally that isn't the case. There are outliers to every match because every match is unique to it's own set time. I lost to Daisy, and I get that she might not be looked at in the highest esteem, but clearly I impressed someone because I do have a match challenging you for the Openweight Championship. You can stomp your feet, whine, and complain because you don't think I'm deserving, or you can actually give me some respect. Now I get it, I haven't really done anything to earn your respect, and that's fine. In the past I don't even think I respected myself, so how can I expect anyone else to. But to see the way you can so openly disrespect me after never even meeting me; well that makes me angry. I'm not going to wallow in self-pity because a bully is trying to be mean to me. Because a bully is trying to make me feel like I don't belong. Well, it's not up to you Felix, it's up to me. I only need 1 match, and 3 seconds to change the narrative on EVERYTHING. This is my shot to shock the world and make sure no one looks at me like you do today, and I have in the past. Because honestly, it's not a fair representation of who I am. You can blame me for getting a title opportunity, but like I said it wasn't my decision, so why come at me for it? What did I do to deserve your hate and vitriol? I can see why you tried to cut the argument that you're just scared off, because honestly, I don't see a real reasonable answer as to why you would want to treat some "headcase" rookie like this, if you don't even respect me enough to show me any sort of class.

I think it's funny though. You can come out here and complain about how people didn't believe in you, and you surprised everyone by unifying the Openweight Championship, and the Lethal SParks Championship. And you laugh in people's faces because of it, and yet you think it's a ridiculous thought that I would ever be able to beat you. Again, I understand that I haven't been here for very long, and I haven't beaten the best competition, or even lost to the best competition, but it's still ironic. You don't see the work I put in, you don't know what I've been through, and you don't know what I'm capable of. Don't write me off because of some trivial reasons that you're using just to prop yourself up. I wrote myself off, quit the business, and all of a sudden here I am on one of the biggest stages in all of wrestling, of course, I'll have some rust to kick off. Every match is a new chapter, every match is a new lesson, and this match is going to be a lesson for you. I mean I know that wrestling isn't your dream or passion or whatever but at least try learning something so you don't seem absolutely clueless. What does my weight have to do with whether or not I can be at the top of my class? What does my height have to do with it? If you knew anything about wrestling or fighting at all you would know it’s more about proper technique than anything. You coming from an exotic dancing background clearly you don’t know certain nuances regarding wrestling, and it shows. I don't need to be the biggest, I don't need to be the toughest, and that's what my sensei Kenji taught me from the very beginning. I outworked everyone. No one can touch my technique when I'm fully in the zone, and I know that. I have practiced my craft, I have put in my work, and I am confident in my abilities. You can watch wrestling, you can watch MMA, you can watch a fight in the streets, someone who is trained better will always come out on top. And like I said, Daisy beat me, but I still have some rust to kick off after not wrestling for so long. It's coming back to me, and it makes me want to work, and train that much harder. You don't think I'll take that loss to heart, and try to make sure that it never happens again? Especially with such a big opportunity in front of me? Be real. I’m sure you never once took it upon yourself to actually learn the history of wrestling, why it would it is what it is, and actually delve deeper into this world other than what you already know. But to judge me based on 2 matches, where not only am I coming off years of not competing but my own mental blocks, is kind of ridiculous. I understand you’re a good wrestler, a great wrestler even, but I can't help but notice you try to force narratives on people you don't even know. I don’t normally come at people like this, but I’m not going to lay down for a bully into the fetal position and act like you delivered a knockout blow. Everyone in this world goes through hard times I’m not unique in that aspect, but to make it seem like that’s all I am, and all I can be is just wrong. Everyone has self-doubt on occasion, everyone gets sad on occasion, and if you can’t admit to that, well bless your heart.

Yeah I have confidence issues, and that’s what therapy is for. To help me get over them and find the real person I am behind this mental wall. It’s worked wonders, you can see the growth in me over these past few years, I’m here, aren’t I? Not to say that just being here is the goal, but it was a big step for me. Fulfilling my own personal goals means a lot more than meeting any goals you expect out of me. And judging by your nasty behavior, you yourself could use some therapy so you could stop being whatever the heck this unbearable insufferable nasty person you are. Feeling the need to put people down for no reason is quite weird. You don’t know me, and yet you can recite my entire story and tell me who I am. I’m not going to let you dictate my story, because it’s not up to you to decide that. It’s ok to not feel ok 100% of the time. It’s ok to not be perfect, and I’m not ashamed that I’ve had to seek professional help to better myself. What makes no sense to me is the gatekeeping. You’re someone who isn’t really a trained wrestler. You’re someone that didn’t grow up watching it, but you’re questioning my credentials. If anyone should be able to pull themselves out of preconceived notions of who someone is, you’d think it would be you. But now to you, the sanctity of this title means the world, and why? You already said that wrestling wasn’t something you cared about. The only thing you care about is you, and you are hoping that this will be as easy as possible when in reality that’s not the case. I was signed for a reason, I graduated top of my class for reason. And honestly, it only took a belligerent bully to pull me out of whatever haze I had going on to see just who I am! OWA is whatever I want it to be, because I hold the pen for my life, and I dictate what it is. This is fate, this match is fate, and I am going to take it and run with it as far as I can to the top of the mountain.

You don't have to make excuses for Ruri. I won, that's all that matters. You want to make it seem like the world is falling for me, and try to knock me off my mental stability, and it's not going to work this time. I'm sick of people like you trying to prey on people when they're down. I don't need to hear Ruri's life story, that's over and done with. Daisy, is over and done with. I'm focusing on you, and only you. I have more talent in my pinky finger, than you do in your whole body. I know that I might not have shown that last time, but honestly, with a title on the line, I feel rejuvenated; and I refuse to let you, a bully, get the better of me. I won't be timid, I won't be a coward, I will be confident, and believe in myself. You don't know anything about me, you don't know anything about Sensei Kenji. People may use you for money, for fame, but I actually have people around me who care about me. Sorry you can't relate, but that's what happens you're a miserable shrew of a Woman. Only built to tear down, because most likely people made fun of you for your profession choice of being an exotic dancer. It's just in your DNA to be a professional hater before a professional wrestler. So it's hard to take anything you say seriously. I mean what kind of mentally ill person would try to make fun of the fact that someone has depression? What king of piece of garbage, with no stability in her own life, would try to make fun of someone in my situation? I might be bi-polar, but that doesn't mean that I'm not capable of beating you. I'm not low every day, I'm not high every day, I have emotions just like any other human being. Sure it takes over sometimes, but I won't let it get the best of me due to you. You're lower than dirt, a despicable trash human that will soon see the error in her ways. It isn't difficult content to see someone's most inner flaws when they show it on live programming to give awareness. It's also not difficult to try and say the most heinous things possible just to get a reaction. All you are is shock jock, an edge lord, trying to make me upset because you think it'd be so easy. But you just lit a flame under me. I haven't had these kind of insults thrown my way since I was a teenager. But I guess you haven't grown mentally past the point of trying to tear others down to make yourself feel better. How about some creativity Felix? Or are you just that uncreative you have to reach for the lowest-hanging fruit every week? Relax edgelord, I'm not going to take my own life, because some 30 year old mean girl says I should. I'll just take your title instead.

Diantha Rosso, Jeff X, Alyssa Grace, DT The Ruler, Krysis and Chad Ecclestone have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos October 5th 2022, 1:57 pm by **Dr. Bethany Hastings**

PROGRESS

Inside the Washington, DC home of Dr. Bethany Hastings, we find the woman in question. Comfortably settled into a luxurious brown leather chair, she stares into a roaring fireplace below a mantle which displays several of her keepsakes. Plaques and awards from best-selling novels, diplomas, thank-you letters from several prominent Republicans, old medals and trophies from her days as an amateur wrestler at Yale, and framed pictures of her two boys and husband.

‘Progress.’

In one hand, she holds a crystal tumbler glass filled with a fizzy, clear liquid that she swirls idly, lost in her own head and consumed by some thought or other. Bethany remains rooted in place as the minutes stretch on, her face a mask that hides whatever emotions might dwell under her iron-hard exterior.

‘A wise man – clever beyond his years, and with an ability for observation that bordered on omniscience – once said that there is no idea as absurd as progress.’

Until the arrival of her bodyguard, assistant, and prize patient: Leona. The large ex-convict – visibly muscled even through her custom-tailored suit – appears out of the shadows behind the Good Doctor. Her arrival doesn’t seem to stir OWA’s new signing, as Bethany’s eyes remain fixed on the dancing flames in front of her.

‘If only he could’ve lived to see the state of things in the year 2022, he would’ve known how depressingly correct he was.’

After some time spent waiting for her employer to greet her – which seems increasingly unlikely with every second that passes – Leona finally takes action. She clears her throat to further announce her presence, before speaking.

“Dr. Hastings, I have to know: why?”

‘The breakdown of everything that once made us great. The complete dissolution of the social contract that once held us together. Madness, degeneracy, chaos. Hatred between brothers, violence between sisters, and the entire time the ones pulling the strings laugh at us.’

There is no reply. Not even a glance over her shoulder to acknowledge the words spoken to her by the one individual that Dr. Hastings feels she can truly rely on.

‘Perhaps it’s all part of their plan. Or perhaps it’s their way of dealing with the damage that their own ideas have caused this nation.’

Finally, Bethany uncrosses her legs as the swirling of the drink in her hand ceases. The tumbler glass is placed on a circular table that rests directly beside the chair. Though she does not stand – or even turn to face Leona – the young psychologist does deign to reply. Her voice is calm... and cold, like ice.

Even after all this time spent together – all the times Leona has acted to protect her from protestors and leftist freaks, all the therapy sessions, all the secrets shared – there is still no warmth in her words.

“'Why...?' You’ll have to be more specific, I’m afraid.”

‘I can think of very little that better encapsulates the rot and entropy of modern America than OWA’s female brand, Odyssey.’

“Why did you have me introduce you to Lllorona? Why are you getting involved in the Omega Wrestling Alliance?”

“Ah, of course. A fair question, I suppose. And one that certainly deserves an answer, considering your exemplary service over the years. You’re right to wonder why I’m bothering with a sport that has – arguably – a negligible effect on the zeitgeist. After all, I am a busy woman, as you well know.”

‘Oh, how they have perverted the name of Homer’s epic tale of heroism, romance, and tradition. Whether intentional or not, it makes little difference, for it’s a crude mockery all the same.’

“Yes... so, then...?”

“Your old friend Llorona has lost control of Odyssey. She’s out of her depth. What once might have been a reasonable – even respectable – celebration of athleticism and combat prowess, has become something else under her watch. She may have been adept at managing cartel soldiers and drug dealers, but it’s clear – to anyone with eyes to see – that the petulant brats and psychotic freaks have taken over her little playground.”

‘I suppose it’s in vogue these days, to tear down and pervert every symbol that once stood for something noble or just. Our history, our memories, our monuments and mythologies: all are under attack.’

“Monsters from the darkest corners of the earth...”

‘The Banshee.’

“Those who meddle with powers out of their control, and beyond their understanding...”

‘Marie and Violet.’

“Women too busy feeding their own ego to do what is necessary, and unite against the rolling tide of sewage that threatens to swallow the entire brand.”

‘Diantha Rosso and Rebecca Brookes.’

“Cowards who would rather attempt murder than defeat their foes in an admirable or honest fashion.”

‘Grace and Karlson.’

“And of course, that pathetic pack of children who proudly call themselves ‘Thotyssey’. Those grown women, trying so desperately hard to relive their halcyon days as high school mean girls... clinging to their youth by self-exploiting their own corrupted, ruined femininity.”

‘Angelina. Felix. Rebecca.’

“Quite the motley crew that Llorona has assembled under the pink brand she oversees. Don’t you agree, my dear, loyal Leona?”

‘A more interesting caseload I could not imagine in the depths of my darkest subconscious thoughts. An opportunity for me to stare into the void, to face the monsters that exist behind the thin veil of civilized society. All in due time, of course, for the powers that be have selected someone else as my first challenge.'

The question is plainly hypothetical: Leona does not even attempt to answer in the affirmative before Dr. Hastings continues her impromptu speech.

“Perhaps there are a few good souls left, those who might serve to assist me in my efforts. Or perhaps not. The truth is that it doesn’t matter either way. I’ve never let the odds get in the way of my efforts... and I don’t intend to start now.”

‘Aaliyah Landerson. A tragic figure, indeed, and for more reasons than one might expect. Does she even want to be a wrestler? Or is this merely a case of ‘honor thy father’ taken to extremes? While I admire her desire to carry on the Landerson legacy in the ring, I would be remiss if I did not question the wisdom of such a path.’

‘Tell me, is that all this is to you? A way to impress your father, at the cost of your own soul? Does he really approve of his little girl risking her health to participate in these modern gladiatorial games? Does he want you to follow in his footsteps, as you seem intent on doing? Have you bothered to ask the man, or are you operating on a foolish assumption, some sense of obligation that you can’t quite put your finger on, no matter how hard you might try?’

‘While it warms my heart to see a young woman so willing to throw everything away in the name of family tradition – something that the rest of the miserable youth of this country have seemingly abandoned – I can’t help but see it as a waste. Wouldn’t your fertile years be better spent in a loving and fruitful marriage? Does El Landerson not wish to see the birth of his grandchildren, and experience the joy of them running around at his ankles, watching the family grow and prosper in the only way that truly matters?’

‘While I’m sure the family patriarch appreciates your amusing enthusiasm for his business, I’m positive he would prefer to see you in a more suitable, traditional role. Mother. Wife. Homemaker. A nice, peaceful, safe life for his baby girl who he must love so dearly.’

‘Did your father not sire a male heir to carry on his legacy? Were you really the only gift that your mother were capable of bestowing upon that poor man? Only a single daughter to carry on the family name? How unfortunate. Alas, not every man can be blessed with strong songs. Sometimes, as was the case for my parents, a strong daughter is all the Lord sees fit to provide. Is that what you are, Aaliyah? Strong? Do you move forward out of passion – genuine desire to achieve something for yourself – or merely duty to the Landerson name? Is this all some foolish effort on your part to show the old man that you are as good as any son might have been?’

‘Consider this your opportunity to show him what his daughter is worth. To make a name for yourself, in the world your father has raised you in. Don’t waste it, because after I’m done with you, you might not be blessed with a second chance.’

The silence carries on, as Leona remains standing behind the almost perfectly still form of Dr. Hastings, regarding the back of her head with some curiosity. The woman’s bodyguard is about to speak again, when Bethany stands up quickly, almost alarmingly so. She turns around to face the ex-gang member turned loyal employee and smiles up at her, eyes inquisitively digging into Leona’s own.

“Well, I should prepare: I have that interview with Shapiro shortly. I do despise these frauds and phonies who have attached themselves to the cause of repairing the torn fabric of our country, but an ally is an ally. Isn’t that right...?”

A smile crosses Dr. Hastings’ face, but there is no warmth to be found in the gesture. It is not a genuinely happy expression, but rather something that appears to be more vicious, bordering on sadistic: an animalistic baring of her teeth, instead of anything that might appear human in nature.

Leona feels a brief chill dance down her spine in the face of her long-time boss and therapist. The same sensation that she has felt a thousand times in the past, dating back to her first meeting with Dr. Hastings while incarcerated in a New Mexico prison. She had worked for some frightening people in her years as a criminal... but there was something in the Doctor’s face — and in her eyes — that affected Leona more than anything she’d ever encountered before. Something she could never get used to, no matter how many years she had spent at the older woman’s side. She forces herself past the unsettling sensation that Bethany’s smile causes, just as she has done countless times in the past. Nodding, Leona replies, her voice sounding professional despite the apprehension that she feels under the surface.

“Of course, ma’am.”

Michael Bishop, Diantha Rosso, Jeff X, Alyssa Grace, marielacorriveau and C have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos October 4th 2022, 11:55 pm by **"Killer Bee"**

God must have some sort of sense of humor.

A little over two years ago I was wrestling in a tournament against someone a lot of you watching this probably know quite well: Arata Asakura. He was the Wrestleworld Shogun Champion at the time and we were competing in a tournament not unlike the current Athena’s Cup. A masked bandit kidnapped Hana Nakajima while she was at ringside watching us. He even applied one of my favorite submission holds, a rear naked choke, as if to make a point of capturing her.

I was faced with a choice: Stay, win and put my partner’s welfare to the side….or do the right thing.

I chose to do the right thing and didn’t even think twice about it. Yes, I endured a lot of taunts from my rivals for giving up an opportunity so precious, but Hana means more to me than any hunk of gold, any leather belt, any award. She’s someone that I see the future in, even though she’s already accomplished so much at such a young age. She has her internal struggles to deal with as we all do and no matter how much I want to help her, she’s on her own now.

But getting back to the point of mentioning this tournament in the first place, it convinces me that Tarah may not be as heartless and selfish as I believed. I don’t know her tag partner from Adam or Eve honestly, but anyone willing to throw away a near-certain victory to save someone must either have some seriously vested interest in that person’s well being or they mean the absolute world to them. I know Tarah has other business to attend to at the present, but if there’s one opponent that still provides me stimulation, it’s her. When she’s not busy being car-bombed I’d love to fight her one more time.

You can fool everyone else, but you can’t fool me, Tarah. Never have, never will.

So now, because that blockhead got herself counted out, I have at least one more week to deal with this stupid tournament I didn’t want to be involved with in the first place. And just like last time, pieces of the past keep meddling with my future. Some of you probably don’t remember this, but there was a time when the Banshee was even more terrifying and brutal than what she’s become. She’d turn up whenever she wanted and inflict random violence upon people…and myself, being the idiot do-gooder I was at the time, challenged her or Morrighan or whoever to a match.

I put them to sleep. The Banshee obviously wanted to carry on the fight, but her body at the time couldn’t stand up to the strain my submission holds and all put on her. She’s much stronger now, and even though she claims there’s no resentment….I know she still bears some resentment for the woman who shattered the aura of The Banshee’s Invincibility. I don’t know who made these brackets up, but this is becoming an incredibly annoying set of circumstances. I didn’t want to be in the damn thing to begin with, and I drew Tarah in the first round. NOW I get a murderous psychotic zombie with superpowers that I have to find a way to choke out again in the next round. And if I do win, I may still have to fight the Porn Star Brigade or the little brat that’s Tarah’s new bestie in the next round.

Llorona didn’t do me any favors either.

I could be sitting at home now getting ready for retirement but now I have to endure at least one more week of this wretched turf war. I don’t care about the World title. I don’t really care about Odyssey as far as who is on top. If it’s you, that’s great. If it’s the Pussy Brigade, good for them. If it’s Diantha and her Lex Luthor-esque plotting and waiting, great. And in case The Banshee has forgotten, Llorona literally stomped me unconscious to become a World Champion in her own right, so even though we don’t have any long-standing beef we’re certainly not exchanging Christmas cards these days.

There’s a lot of differences between us, but I’m definitely noticing one that’s standing out like a sore thumb to me: You make enemies at an alarming rate. See, while I’m no stranger to having enemies and making them, you produce them like bad horror movies that came out in theaters in the 90s: with stunning efficiency and very little forethought. You’ve already got enemies in the Thot Trinity and Llorona, but with your actions on the last Odyssey you made GWEN HARPER, the lunatic hunter who stalked NAMI for fucking months, into an enemy when you took away what looked to me like what was a clear win in her favor away. I know you’re supposed to be dead or whatever, but don’t you have a fucking brain? Don’t you realize with all the rampaging and crap that you’re doing that you’re just making things HARDER for yourself?

What do I know? I’m some unmotivated old hag, right?

But there is one thing that’s annoying me even more about this creature than lacking critical thinking skills or being a general nuisance: the arrogance. Do you know how many times I have to hear people scream about being the best or this is going to be theirs? Far too many goddamn times, honestly. And now the Spooky, Evil, Dangerous Banshee is telling people that the Athena’s Cup is hers, that nothing is going to stop her from completing her destiny of becoming World Champion.

Shut the hell up.

The fact is, I don’t think you’re good enough to be World Champion. I don’t think you have the skill, the heart, or the fucking brain to do it. And there’s one critical thing…..I don’t think you’ve suffered enough.

Let me explain.

TyAnna Jupiter wrestled to the point she had to forfeit the title due to a BROKEN NECK. Azumi Goto had to endure hell on earth just to get a shot at the world title, then beat ME, someone who she had never beaten before in her CAREER, to claim top honors. Stephanie Matsuda, as much as her and I never agreed on anything, put herself to the hazard time and again and SUFFERED for the right to be called World Champion. DIANTHA CRAWLED THROUGH HELL AND STABBED LLORONA WITH A PIECE OF FUCKING GLASS ON WORLDWIDE TELEVISION JUST TO BE ABLE TO GRASP ONTO THAT BELT FOR TWO MINUTES! Rebecca Filth had to fight two of the strongest wrestlers on this planet and find a way to outlast both Stephanie Matsuda and myself to stand where she’s standing today. Natalie Cage and Jonetta Stone were both almost certain to be champion at some point, but they suffered…either in the Prometihan Chamber or somewhere else, before their haughty predictions became reality.

AND I HAD TO OVERCOME MY MOST HATED RIVAL, THE ONE WHO HAD ALWAYS STOOD IN MY WAY, TORMENTING ME FOR FOUR…LONG….YEARS.

When have you fucking suffered? Oh, when that bimbo hit you with a wrench? That’s not suffering/ That’s not pushing through. You taunt Hana, and yes, you beat her last week, but could you beat her when the Cup was on the line last year? No. Have you won ANY title match that you’ve had here? No. Have you won ANYTHING OF NOTE that ANYONE gives a damn about?

No.

When 99.9 percent of the Odyssey roster looks at you, they see an abomination. They see something that they should fear, that they should run from. You know what I look at when I see you, Banshee? A fucking teddy bear choke artist who has an excellent makeup artist at her disposal. You should know by now, but I AM NOT ONE OF THEM. Your powers and tricks and your Zombie routine don't instill fear in me…they only piss me off and push me to find a way to keep you down.

All of us, all the World Champions past and present, have had to give up something precious to us to hold that position. Our blood. Our morals. Our very bodies. On a few rare cases, even our souls. The belt that Filth holds is new, but it was built with the very spirit of people that you haven’t come close to surpassing yet. You want to call Hana a disappointment, but the only disappointment I see involved in this entire tournament is YOU.

If you want the Athena’s Cup, if you want to get to the top of Odyssey and all that other crap you’ve been rambling about for the past year or so, You’re going to have to get past me. And to get past me, baby girl, you’re going to have to suffer. A lot. So much in fact I don’t think you have it in you to do so.

Halloween is a season to honor and pray for the dead, especially the souls that have not yet reached heaven. It was a Roman and Pagan ritual that made its way into Christianity, a time to honor martyrs and saints. When I was young, I was raised Catholic..and a very stern, precise Catholic at that. We didn’t run around with baskets asking for candy, we honored those who have died. I’ve seen a lot of death in my lifetime. Friends who have fallen far too soon because of the vices of this sick world. Innocents lost in wars where the blood was squarely on my hands. I have seen some of the most destitute, vile and disgusting things that this planet has to offer so you threatening to “go through me” is like a child asking to play hide and seek.

I just want to make sure it’s penetrating you that psychological warfare has no effect on me. Intimidation doesn’t work on me. The only thing that I understand when it comes to situations like this is violence…and I don’t think there is no one walking around on Odyssey, least of all you, who can match me in my knowledge of violence and how to inflict bodily harm on other human beings. When I was a child, I started learning how to use my hands to become living weapons. My entire life has been spent, either for sport or survival, hurting other living beings.

I’m not saying that out of guilt, shame, pride or confidence….I just want you to understand exactly what you’re going against.

You asked me if I was willing to die for the Athena’s Cup. Here’s your answer: That’s the stupidest fucking thing you could have asked. When I went to the Air Force Academy and beyond, I trained to SURVIVE. While of course you’re taught a lot about taking lives, the very first thing you learn about, the most important thing you learn about, is survival. And that means first of all putting yourself in situations where you and your people have the best chance to achieve the mission and sustain as few losses as possible. Am I willing to sacrifice to get to the Athena’s Cup? Sure, now that I’m here.

But the sacrifice is going to be your head, not mine, sweetheart.

We joked around a lot the last time we fought. Talked about westerns, shared our philosophical differences and all that. This time, none of that is going to be necessary. You want to prove that you’re strong enough to do all those devilish things that you’re talking about doing to Thotyssey? Beat me.

“If I can’t get past a simple old hag like April, how can I dare expect to be called World Champion and taken seriously?”

This is going to be the question that you ask yourself right before you lose consciousness in one of the many holds I have for annoying loudmouth fucks like you.

Jeff X, Alyssa Grace, The Banshee, Rebecca Filth, DT The Ruler, Felix Hartley, Chad Ecclestone and DGS have spoken. It’s such good shit!

POINTLESS - TPOIV LK Promo #1 October 4th 2022, 9:11 pm by **Big_Baker_Brand**

“What are we even fucking doing here?

I’m being honest-the four of you, why are you even coming for us? I thought we did this whole song and dance already, but I guess we have to do it again. No sweat off my fucking back-you know I love warm-ups, and I’ll take any that I can get since the other two companies where we hold the gold can’t muster up any fucking challenges for us. Big respect to the heads of this brand-the best brand-for making these stupid cunts fight for the honor to lose to us, to go to war for the opportunity for their blood and sweat to stain the plates of THESE CHAMPIONSHIPS.

It’s gotta be an honor to face the best, even if you know you don’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of actually winning.

The four of you had a chance to get here before, and you let not just yourselves down, but you let the whole company down. We all had a chance to make fucking history, to prove that these belts were the real fucking deal. Marie and Violet, they knew this was gonna be a tough fight, but they showed up, tried to show out, and gave it their all. They still wound up going face-first into the meat grinder that is TPOIV, but we have to respect the effort, don’t we? Have to respect the courage it took to get to that point despite facing insurmountable odds and doubt from every bookie who took a glance in our direction.

But the four of you? You couldn’t even bother to show up. Couldn’t even bother to try and show out, you nearly let the whole fucking thing fall in on itself before it got started. I’d call it shameful, but it’s below that. It’s embarrassing, for us and for the company. Opportunity knocks, and you let it drift by? You lean back and wait your turn? You’re lucky to even get fucking consideration-God knows if we had a say you’d be way at the back of the fucking line, but it works how it does, especially when the rest of your competition goes up in a fucking fireball because they made the poor decision to cross us.

Tarah and Skyler…what a bout that’d have been, eh?

Instead, we’re left to sweep up the crumbs. Left to tangle with four of the most ineffectual whelps in the history of not just this company but any fucking company. I know that at least two of you had some rep that you were willing to put on the fucking line, but let’s not pretend it means much in the grand scheme of things.

Ruri and Remi, when we speak about dregs and crumbs, you most directly come to mind. Alyssa described you best as Fauxsairs, something I’m sure you see the two of us as, but let’s not forget who holds the flags, the patches, the jackets. The two of you don’t exist in any dimension that makes you worth considering. At best, you’re the knockoffs of a faction created by a dead man and a pensioner, having all of the potential in the world to generate something worthwhile but instead faltering back to hung-up bullshit and pointing to a jersey in the rafters as a memory of a time when the name Corsairs actually fucking meant something. Pirates do what they do best-murder and steal-but when Alyssa and I do it, we’re assholes? When we bring three others together and take something being misappropriated, being misused, we become the enemy? We become the villains here? Let’s check the history-the Corsairs ran roughshod over Strong Style Wrestling, they got violent and brutalized their way into the annals of wrestling history, they betrayed one another, stole from one another, and they still came together-but we’re the villains because we dropped all this bullshit about fake moralism and took what we fucking wanted? We’re antagonists and fake[/b] because we stepped into the shoes that Reigner and Baker left open, shoes that you were unwilling to fill?

FUCK OUT OF HERE WITH THAT.

And you, particularly, Ruri, I’ve got a fucking bone to pick with you. You can follow me around this wrestling landscape-to DeathGraps, to ALPHA, back fucking here-but you won’t make it happen. You won’t get revenge for yourself or that dense little cunt that you hang around and scrap with in JET. You’re fucking dogshit, the only way you’ll ever be something is if you shack up with one of us, but you won’t do that because you’re too fucking proud. Let this loss, the brutalization you receive at our hands if you even make it that far, be another signifier of that. You clung to the Corsairs name for so long, you adapted the teachings of every pirate before you-but when push came to shove, you couldn’t fucking stack up to me or Alyssa.

Not here, not for this gold, and not anywhere else.

Kurosawa and Takeda are what they were the last go around, too. Inept, perhaps the most disappointing tag team in a field just absolutely chock full of them. Tag wrestling is an art, most would say, but these two haven’t even mastered the first fucking step of it, yet they keep lucking into contendership matches just like this. OWA’s field should be deep, it should be fertile, full of willing and ready challengers ready to be plucked forth-but instead we face both of you one more time.

I shouldn’t complain, really, but I will. I like to push myself. For the psat few months, every time I’ve stepped in the ring has been a new challenge. Every opponent i’ve faced, opportunity i’ve taken, it’s all been for the betterment of myself. I can’t damn well claim to be the best in the fucking world if i’m not willing to constantly evolve and face off against opponents who constantly bring me to greater heights, now can I? If you’re not gonna bother to show the fuck up, why should I waste my time considering that you might be coming for my fucking throat?

I shouldn’t.

You’ll meet us firsthand again, both of you, if you decide to come for us. You’ll come face first into the hatchet, and you’ll learn what the Power of Incredible Violence truly feels like. You’ll find yourselves added to an ever-growing pile of corpses, a collection of bones and gore scattered across the fucking landscape, an undying organic mass waiting to be charred.

You’ll join Tarah and Skyler.

You’ll know what the fuck we’re about, even if this is wasting our fucking time.”

Jeff X, Alyssa Grace, DT The Ruler, Krysis, DGS and C have spoken. It’s such good shit!

quit already // pluto's gate oo1 October 4th 2022, 8:46 pm by **Rebecca Filth**

“Game changers.

Everyone wants to be them. Everyone claims they are one. But when you look back through history, only a few actually ever changed the game.

How many women who have held this title before me have claimed that they were going to change Odyssey? Every. Single. One. But how many have?

No one. Just me.

Look at what I’ve done with such a short reign. Not only did I bring eyes to the brand, reinvigorating women’s wrestling as a whole. Not only did I bring sexy back with bra and panties matches and live sex celebrations. But I looked around the top tier of this company and I was fucking sick of seeing the same bitches. I told you all that I was changing the fucking game. And when I saw women like Angelina Magnum and Felix Hartley being overlooked and underappreciated, I plucked them from obscurity and brought them into the limelight where they fucking belong. I could have basked in the spotlight alone. I could have thrived on my own, like I always have. But I wanted more for this business and this brand.

I know what it’s like to be trapped in the depths of this brand, where people refuse to see you.

The world needed Thotyssey and with its creation, I have uplifted two of the most dominant women in this brand. I shared the spotlight. And I have created the most terrifying, gorgeous, awe-inspiring faction that this company has ever fucking seen.

Empowered women, empower women, right Daisy?

At Game Over, exactly what was expected happened. Felix changed the game by putting down Daisy and Devi once more, taking home two belts and becoming the first ever Sparks Champion. I changed the game by introducing Thotyssey and destroying the Banshee for the entire world to see. I proved that NO ONE can stop me.

And now I’m just over a hundred days into my reign and I have three defences under my belt. And Daisy, my dear, you’ll make four. I will have tied the defence record in a record number of days.

Because that's who I am. A game changer. A legacy maker.

And you Daisy? Are just a fucking idiot.

The fact that you marched into MY ring during Thotyssey’s coronation and demanded a World Title match after your pisspoor performance at Game Over? I almost admire it. I can’t imagine being so fucking brazen and arrogant with literally nothing to back it up. Your career has been nothing but a fucking embarrassment, but here you stand with a shot at the biggest title on this brand. I can’t wrap my head around you, Daisy. How do you get up in the morning? How is it that you haven’t done yourself and the world a favour yet by jumping off the nearest fucking bridge?

Because if my career was as abysmal as yours, I’d have done just that. If my career was as pathetic as yours, I’d never be able to show my fucking face in an arena again. I certainly wouldn’t have the balls to demand title shots like I’m Rebecca Filth. Yet week in and week out, here you are. You keep coming back for more. You keep pretending that something will change and this will be the moment that Daisy Thrash has been waiting for her entire life.

And every week you stand in front of the world and you fucking lie. Every week you step into that ring and yet again, the world is disappointed. Honestly, you should be groveling at Devi’s feet. Because realistically, you are just as much of a failure as her. The fact that you look down on Devi is hilarious. Because what the fuck have you accomplished? If she wasn’t in this company, you would be the biggest laughing stock in the locker room instead of her. You have two years under your belt here and you have NOTHING to show for it. No accolades. No major feuds that set the world on fire. Just an annoyance.

So maybe instead of blaming Devi for all of your failures, you should stand in your hotel room and look long and hard in the mirror. Because no one is to blame for your pathetic career and your sad life except for yourself. Devi didn’t help Felix STEAL shit from you. It’s ridiculous to hear you whine and cry and stomp your fucking feet about how without Devi, you would have stood a chance. Like you’re really mad that you were subjected to a triple threat match like this isn’t part of your fucking job?

Sis, we all get shoved into shitty multi-man matches that mean the odds are stacked against us. But for some reason, the rest of us find a way to get the win. We find a way to use our skill and our brains and we end up on top. But when Daisy can’t get it done, it’s everyone’s fault but her own. This is literally what you signed up for, Daisy. Did you think your whole career would just be one on one matches where there were no variables? Like did you ever watch a fucking wrestling show before you decided to lace up your boots?? I thought this was your dream?

Do you know how many shitty multi-man matches I have been in? I beat you in one at Hardcore Havoc. I signed up to have the odds stacked against me because I was so fucking bored of the lame ass competition in the Openweight division. I WANTED A CHALLENGE. And somehow, I still stood there holding my belt at the end of the match. While you cried into the canvas. Because that is what we signed up for. That is part of this business. And I don’t need a simple match to stand out, stand up and stand on top. Because unlike you I have talent.

Truly, you should be glad Devi was there to take the pin. Her sticking her nose into your business has saved you from taking the pin TWICE. Because I can guaran-damn-tee that without Devi in those matches, Felix would have pinned your fucking shoulders to the mat and the outcome would have been the exact same. Because Felix has outperformed you every time she has stepped into the ring. She outperforms you by existing.

So instead of blaming Devi and Felix for your lack of accolades, why don’t you take some fucking accountability for how shitty you are? I am so sick of hearing you mope around about how no one takes you seriously. You want that to change? DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT, BITCH. Quit stepping into that ring and giving a half-assed performance and crying when the world of opportunities doesn’t open up for you.

Honestly, Daisy. I’m sick of your fucking existence on this brand. You are a pathetic cancer. At least I’m pretty sure Devi is slow. What’s your excuse?? Either get your shit together and up your game or do this entire roster a favour and give up. I know you’re not a quitter. But sucking at something for like six years does not exactly make you a fucking inspiration. It isn’t a redeeming quality. Part of life is knowing when to quit. It’s knowing when you aren’t good at something. When something is a waste of your fucking time. And all you’re doing is demonstrating that you don’t belong, you don't stack up and you will never be good enough to stand on the level that this brand has raised to.

I am so fucking sick of choke artists thinking that they deserve the world. First The Banshee and now you. So I said yes this week because I’m looking to pad my resume. I’m looking to build my legacy and honestly, I just thought that beating the living shit out of you, one on one, would make me happy.

I don’t think you realize that you’ve made a mistake stepping up to be my next challenger. Not simply because I am head and shoulders above your skill level. But because who will you blame for this loss? Devi won’t be inserting herself into this match. She’ll be too busy laying down for NAMI. This is a one on one contest, Daisy. Just you and me alone in that ring. And when I beat the fuck out of you, embarrass you, destroy you and expose you as the pathetic loser everyone in Thotyssey knows that you are, how will you recover? How will you ever come back from that? What excuse will you pull out of your ass to hide your own flaws?

Because you beating me is statistically impossible. Be serious. Even you know that you’ve bitten off way more than you can chew. Even you know that I am the real deal and my record speaks for itself. I am fucking UNBEATABLE. Unpinnable. Unsubmittable. I have suffered ONE loss on this brand and it was to a literal legend. My singles wins are over the best in this business. While you can only beat losers like Tomomi. So how the fuck do you plan on beating ME when you couldn’t win a fucking match when all you had to do was pin Devi fucking Krysis? But you plan on being the person to end my year and a half long undefeated streak? HAHAHAHHA STOP!!

Get fucking real. You wanna know what your only positive outcome from this match will be? Surviving. It will be standing across from me and proving that you can go with the best in the fucking business. When push comes to shove, I will end you. I will throw you down on that mat and I will make you call me Daddy. I will humiliate you. But maybe, just maybe, you’ll be able to get in a few good shots. Maybe you’ll be able to show the world that you can stand toe to toe with Rebecca Filth. Not win. Not a fucking chance.

That’s your best case scenario. Survive. And don’t get squashed.

But even that feels out of reach for you. Especially up against me. Instead what’s going to happen is that you are going to come to the suffocating realization standing in that ring that you don’t measure up. That no matter how hard you try or how good you get, you’ll never be as good as Rebecca Filth. You’ll never get to the top of this fucking brand.

I don’t need to repeat my accolades for you. You know them. You see them when you close your eyes every night and dream that you are me. I know you’ll tell me that you’re not jealous of me. But I see the way you look at me. I’m everything you ever wanted to be, aren’t I?

This was your dream. You wanted nothing more than to be able to step inside those ropes and excel. Some people just have it. For some of us, it just comes easy. And you hate that with such a flippant attitude and such little care in the world, I have scooped up accolades you can only dream of. I’ve held titles you will never touch. I’ve won matches and headlined shows that are completely out of your fucking grasp. I’ll always be better than you and you hate me for it.

This match means the world to you. And to me? It’s nothing. After I beat you, I will continue my legacy. And you will tumble down back into the Openweight division, waiting for Felix to get bored and move on. And maybe then you’ll finally get the chance to hold the bottom tier belt, a belt that all of your peers had surpassed long before you. Three years later and Daisy will finally do it, she’ll finally capture gold. And no one will fucking care. Because they know what I know.

That I’m a game changer. And you’re just an NPC.”

VaeVictisBD, Diantha Rosso, Jeff X, Alyssa Grace, DT The Ruler, Lazarus Arjen, Felix Hartley and have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos October 3rd 2022, 6:58 pm by **Alyssa Grace**

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THE COMMON COSMIC TROGOAUTOEGOCRAT LAW.

In the name of the truth I must state that a great law exists, which can be called the common-cosmic Trogoautoegocrat law. This law has two fundamental, basic factors: to swallow and to be swallowed—or, the reciprocal nourishment of all organisms. Unquestionably, the bigger fish will always swallow the smaller fish, and in the depths of the jungle the weaker will succumb before the stronger; thus, this is the law of life.

Professional wrestling, at its core, is a tale as old as time - no matter the circumstance, someone must be the lamb who meets an unfortunate, slaughterous end, there is no other way to write this story and when I am old and grey, retelling my adventures to my children and then even further down the line, my grandchildren, I shan’t paint myself in a light that would depict me as a better woman than what I have been, right now I vow to never shy away from being the hunter and not the hunted, the blood that stains my hands shall remind me of my sins. After all, the human body has at its foundation a vital body, the linga-sarira of which the theosophists speak; beyond this vital depth, I ask the question, what exists within the organisms of us living, intellectual humanoids? The animalish aggregates, those psychic aggregates that personify our errors, those beastly monsters of our passions are what exist. After lengthy deliberation I have come to the conclusion that I believe it to be better to try and eliminate those beastly monsters in order to become the best professional version of myself than to concern myself with being hung up over the pieces of meat served at the table when it is time for me to feast. When dealing with individuals such as the Fauxairs in the form of Remi and Ruri and the world’s most incompetent tag team in the form of Yuna Kurosawa & Izumi Takeda, finding any degree of peace is virtually impossible. Add the return of Skylar Arceneaux and Tarah Nova to the mix of problems on my plate and annihilation becomes something that I find myself wanting to do more than something I need to do. It’s funny how anger can be something so powerful that it winds up assisting you in finding peace.

I don’t believe it is much of a secret that I am a woman with her fair share of struggles, in just about every department known to mankind, I have had difficulty processing one thing or another. More times than I would actually like to acknowledge, I forget who I am. I don’t recognize my own reflection as if the haunting smoke of dead solar flares was so heavy to let me look at anything around me to start with. It doesn’t matter for how long I stare at it, the mirror in front of me is a dark void that swallows even my own name. The times I wonder who I am, I look at that image reflected in other people’s eyes hoping to find what people claim could be hiding behind ‘the gates of the soul’. But I always find myself smiling there, from ear to ear out of habit, my chest heaving like the waves of the calmest sea, and skin glowing with no trace of the nails against bones from the times I have tried to escape my own body and failed miserably at it. I am not in sync with my own emotions, with the essence trapped inside the flesh. Whatever the world is looking at, it is not me what they see. Carcass so pretty, I am liquid dreams spilled in tainting tears down my cheeks, a night-colored fragrance of cinnamon with undertones of soft smoke only found in the reminiscence of candle flames over melting white wax. Out of touch, I feel I’m a foreigner from the moonbeams and the stars’ ceaseless whispers in the midnight sky. In the graveyards of dreams, I’m one with the earth’s wilderness, kept in the dark and so low in the ground I smell it in me. I breathe into the nostalgia of existence while I age, but dissolve into the now instead. Intoxicated with my own exile, I know it like only a few do, and Liz is one of them. She looks at me and suddenly I’m not trying to coordinate the contradictions of my own self.

Without Liz, it is no secret that I am one of the big fish in this company. I have spent the past two years working my way up to be one of the stronger folk here but with her by my side I become the biggest fish, I become the strongest in all the land.

Following the aftermath of Liz and I fulfilling our promises at Game Over, I have been angry in an unhealthy way, documented by the fact I did sort of blow up a car.. at first, believe it or not, I did try to extinguish that fire within as I can even recognise that my emotions have been so heightened that it’s only a matter of time before something disastrous happens. But, with some help from my best friend, I’ve opened my eyes and realised that I shouldn’t be ashamed or afraid of the negative emotions within, they make me who I am just as much as the positive ones do. I am a product of my environment and my environment has crafted me into a ruthless, slightly deranged and totally unafraid monster of a woman and for the time being? I am okay with that. I know the only way I will be able to change and become, in the eyes of many, a better woman, is to cleanse my environment and that isn’t something which I will be capable of doing overnight. So, until the masses become the minimum and until there is none standing before Liz and I, I know that the only thing I can do is embrace the anger and step into the dark with a flashlight in hand to not lose myself completely. I can’t speak for Liz but I am confident that she shares my viewpoints. We do not plan on stopping until we quite literally are the last ones standing and the sooner that is done? The better for us all.

From a professional standpoint, I have done my best to undertake a mentality that allows me to hope for the best but to prepare for the worst, of course, at times that is easier said than done given the unpredictable nature of life but in this case, the worse thing I can think of happening has happened previously so I am well equipped to deal with it, it being a complete and utter lack of interest from our opposition. To avoid being subject to the haunting feeling of disappointment, I often approach things with little to no expectations but given how upset Ruri has been about Liz and I taking and reshaping the Corsair name and given how quickly the duo of Yuna and Izumi were embarrassed by not only Liz and myself but Bad Meets Evil too, I suppose I was hoping for something, for anything. But then again, if either of our potential opponents cared enough about what is on the line, the roles would be reversed and Liz and I would be the challengers and not the champions. I am not one to complain, I’ll take anyone on, anytime and any place but it's humorous to expect me to be walking into this bout with worries about our reign coming to an early end.

Now, of course it wouldn’t be fair for me to completely count the so-called competition out as greater upsets have occurred, all it takes is one second for the world to be turned upside down but given the circumstances, I can’t be blamed for acting the way I do. With every passing day, The Power Of Incredible Violence only evolves, we only adapt, we only become more than what we were yesterday. The women we were at Game Over when we captured these championships are long gone. When all is said and done, we want to go down as the greatest tag team to grace this company, that’s right, we’re going to be even better than Jeff X and Christopher Sabertooth, we want to go down as the women who did more for tag team wrestling than anyone else. I’m fairly confident that all four of the women who (hopefully) will attempt to kill one another to move on just to die at our feet are capable of accomplishing fine things elsewhere but when they step into our world, their abilities become comparable to those of a child. Despite having plenty of reasons to, I don’t say these things to be malicious or dream crushing, I say these things because someone has to speak the truth. Individually we’re better and as a duo, I’m certain we’ll have better chemistry to compliment our superior experience and our tremendous skill against whatever combination of women we wind up facing at Pluto’s Gate. This season I’ve made a big deal of backing up my words and I have only just gotten started with that.

For us, it’s less about the championships and more about what they represent. Don’t get me wrong, the physical manifestation of our dreams in the form of the titles we wrap around our waists is a small part of what brought Liz and myself together, yes. Bonded. Not necessarily by the way we saw this world when we arrived in it because our point of views were very different once upon a time. But we mainly bonded through happenstance, based on how things panned out for us. Bonded by our similar outlook and desire to bring about change to this company, and because of our unique ways of seeing the World are reasons of why we know that if given the same opportunities as those they choose to try and bury us with hoping to bring us to our knees, with or without these tag team titles we can succeed. We're not afflicted by these titles, but they continue to stand as a mark of how formidable we are when we combine our strengths together in that ring.

If last week was any indication of how seriously we take even the weakest of threats to our throne, it should be crystal clear to everyone that we don't just get pushed around without showing retaliation. Anything that Ruri, Remi, Izumi or Yuna decides to bring to the table will be matched. Liz and I refuse to take a backseat to them or anyone else for that matter, so I hope Skylar and Tarah watch our bout closely. For us, the past is gone. It's done with. We don't like what's brought us to this, but we'll be damned if this continues beyond Pluto’s Gate. We realise we have this opportunity to change all the perceptions, and it's our choice if we allow anyone else to win in the end. Our end has not come yet, but everyone else’s?....it's only just begun.

That's a promise.

VaeVictisBD, Diantha Rosso, Jeff X, DT The Ruler, Felix Hartley, marielacorriveau, Chad Ecclestone and have spoken. It’s such good shit!

her First time on Odssey October 3rd 2022, 12:40 am by **El Landerson**

[When Vengo Por Ti hit's Aaliyah Landerson is walking out of the curtain and the audiences cheers her on and making herself to walk down the aisle in gets inside of the ring and climbs on top of the rope and pose each both fingers in the mid air and gets down and reaches over towards the time keeper and hands her a microphone while Rebecca Sawyer meets Aaliyah in the middle ring when talking to her]

Rebecca Sawyer: Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome our new signed to Saturday night Odyssey she is The Princess of The six one nine Aaliyah Landerson.

OWA Universe Chants Welcome to Odyssey, Welcome to Odyssey Welcome to Odyssey!

The Princess of The six one nine|Aaliyah Landerson: thanks for having me out here Rebecca Sawyer.

Rebeca Sawyer: Aaliyah. How does it feel to be in the middle of this ring for the first time when you make your next week's debut on Odyssey when you face Dr. Bethany Hastings PHD.

on OWA care to explain Ms Aaliyah.

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The Princess of The six one nine|Aaliyah: when I saw my father competing for every match that he was in he ended up losing some and win some matches but he didn't win the OWA Icarus Championship but someday he will get an another title opportunity after I win my first OWA debut on Odyssey when I face Dr. Bethany Hasting Phd this week on Odyssey on OWA.

Rebecca Sawyer: and when you are through with Dr Bethany Hastings Phd. then what's next after your debut match on Odyssey.

The Princess of The six one nine|Aaliyah Landerson: since you put it that way my next challenger could be Rebecca Filth. for her OWA Undisputed Women's World Championship at the next PPV event right after my match with Dr Bethany Hastings Phd on Odyssey at OWA.

Rebecca Sawyer: but what if you end up losing to Dr Bethany Hastings Phd. on Odyssey.

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The Princess of The six one nine|Aaliyah Landerson: actually that won't be necessary cause when I first step foot inside of the Odyssey ring then I will show no mercy and teach that Br Bethany Hasting Phd a lesson when I defeat her for the first time on Odyssey then hopefully I could challenge Rebecca Filth. for her OWA Undisputed Women's World Championship after she retains her Championship against Daisy Thrash this week on Odyssey at OWA.

Rebecca Sawyer: can you even defeat Dr Bethany Hastings Phd. this Saturday

The Princess of The six one nine|Aaliyah Landerson: only hows the match gonna turn out cause once I beat Dr Bethany Hastings. then I will win my first match on Odyssey and fight Rebecca Filth. for her Undisputed Women's World Championship after I settle the victory score to Dr Bethany Hastings Phd. this week on OWA.

The Princess of The six one nine|Aaliyah Landerson: I am The Princess of the six one nine of Saturday night Odyssey.

(Aaliyah exits out of the Odyssey ring when Rebecca Sawyer continues talking)

Rebecca Sawyer: thanks for your time Aaliyah. and good luck on Odyssey.

Rebecca Sawyer: we hope to see Aaliyah. in action when she takes on Dr Bethany Hastings Phd. this week on Odyssey at OWA.

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[Aaliyah heads straight back to the top of the stage and and goes back to her locker room before her first match begins this Saturday]

Diantha Rosso, Jeff X, DGS and Dr. Bethany Hastings have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos October 2nd 2022, 11:54 pm by **marielacorriveau**

What Magic is Made Of

No one would believe it if they didn’t see it.

Marie giggles as she flicks fake blood on to Violet with a makeup brush. She’s done a good job so far, Violet looks like she’s been through it already. Some of it flies across Violet’s face and lands in her eyes, and before Marie can apologize she lunges for the brush and flicks blood back at her, sending her running across the room to save her elaborate makeup. A moment of precious levity before the world caves in on them, pure joy, pure hope.

“The same way we went in, right?” Marie asks, and the mood shifts imperceptibly. She pulls Violet in and holds her tight. Pure hope. Pure intention. What magic is made of.

“Yeah. The same way we went in.”

Violet claps her back hard and Marie returns the gesture.

And then it’s showtime.

-

“Ouch.” Marie whispers as she dips her fingers in holy water and crosses herself, and she can hear a giggle from deeper in the cathedral. She wipes her hand off on her velvet coat and walks down the aisle, taking in the blazing gold of the Notre Dame Basilica. She’s visited it probably a hundred times, between trips with her classmates at Villa Maria and her later networking. She glances up at the ceiling, at the brilliant robin’s egg blue dotted with glimmering gold leaf stars, and for a moment, she’s 16 again, surrounded by a flock of girls in itchy plaid skirts and navy blue cardigans, wondering how she’s able to step inside without burning to a crisp.

“You know, no matter how many times you do that, it always gives me a laugh.”

Marie bows to the altar and settles into the first pew, next to the woman she’s here to see.

“It’s a good joke. We have to appreciate the irony, don’t we?”

“I don’t think it’s that ironic, Marie. You’re not a demon. Your friend…”

“She’s fine. I’ve got bibles and crucifixes and relics all over the place, it hasn’t done anything to her.”

“Maybe you should bring her in for mass some time, then.”

That gets a laugh out of Marie, and she shakes her head. Her companion shakes silently with amusement next to her.

“I don’t want to rush this Seraphie, but I need your help.” Marie says softly, turning to look up at the altar with a frown. “I have a…”

“A demon problem, yes, I know. Don’t look so surprised, I watch Odyssey. Not every time, mind you, the other sisters don’t like me monopolizing the television to watch wrestling, but I keep up. We’ve known each other a long time, what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t?”

Marie can see them in her mind, two frizzy haired girls in catholic school uniforms reading her mother’s spell books and playing with spirit boards. Marie had always known she would be a witch, Seraphie had always known she’d be a nun. But Marie had hoped.

“I need to be careful. I won’t be going in in a ritual environment, the energy is volatile. All those people…”

“Mon cherie, we don’t have blessed silver folding chairs hidden downstairs.”

That gets a snort from Marie. “I don’t know if that would work twice. Besides, I’d rather not kill Hana in the process. She seems unsure of herself. Her link with Havoc doesn’t serve her. I can help in the process.”

“Would she do that for you, Marie?”

“What do you mean?”

“Would she go out of her way to protect you? Or would she do everything it took to win, whether it put your life in danger or not?”

Marie falls silent for a moment, mulling that over. “No, I don’t think she would.”

“I saw Game Over, Marie.”

“I know. It was bad. I let Violet down so badly, I just saw red when I realized what Yuna had done, I-”

“The only person you’re letting down is yourself, Marie. I think you know that.”

Seraphie reaches into her bag and hands Marie a book. “Here. It’s a loan, keep that in mind. The Mother Superior would probably burn me at the stake like La Voisin if she knew I took it out of the archive. But it should help.”

Marie takes the little leather bound book and slips it into her satchel. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Be safe. May the Lord be with you.”

“And also with you.” Marie smiles and stands to go.

“And remember what I said. Please.”

-

Marie stalks backstage, the crowd’s cheers beating at the inside of her skull.

They were worthy opponents, be thankful, be glad it was Alyssa, she deserves it-

The little voice in her head, respectful and mature and moral, disappears as she looks around. “Where the fuck is she? Where’s Yuna?”

She feels pressure building behind her eyes, she feels hot and her skin feels tight. “We were so fucking close!” Marie slams her hands against the concrete wall, and it feels like she’s put her palm flat on a stove element. She reels back, and realizes she’s left blackened handprints on the paint.

“Marie.”

She looks over at Violet, then down at her hands. They look fine, but the bruises are back at her wrists. Violet pulls her in tight, one arm around her shoulder as she walks her to their locker room.

Marie isn’t sure if Violet is holding her up, or keeping her from getting loose.

-

“I have tried… so hard. I think you all know that. I have insisted, time after time, that we are sisters. That we respect each other. And it has been rubbed in my face every single time.”

“So I won’t bother tonight. I won’t try to find common ground, I won’t compliment our opponents, I won’t go through it all again. Because there is absolutely no point.”

Marie leans forward in her chair, staring at the camera.

“Ultimately, this isn’t even about my opponents. I’ll get to them in a second, don’t worry, I have plenty to say, but let’s take a moment. Let’s take a moment to think about who Violet and I have been up to this point. Sure, Violet went after Liz a little hard. I guess I did too. And when I had the chance at Game Over, I went for it. I went for blood. Thousands of people saw how I took out every woman in that match.”

She pauses.

“That was me fighting from a place of love. That was me fighting for something beautiful. For someone I care about. The truth is, none of you have ever seen me fighting mad. That’s about to change.”

Marie stands up and the camera follows her as she paces the room.

“Gwen. I’m going to put it very plainly. I don’t think you’re up to it. I won’t comment on your prior career, because to be frank, I don’t care. I saw all I needed to see with your return stunt. You released a bear into the stadium to make a point. Setting aside how phenomenally stupid that is, does the phrase like shooting fish in a barrel mean anything to you? Good for you, you learned how to bow hunt. So has every teenage boy North of Val-d’Or. Didn’t help you when NAMI pulled the oldest trick in the book and got you to screw yourself out of Athena’s Cup.”

“Two things: one, we’re all pro wrestlers. Blood? Not that much of a deterrent. Two, I’m a fucking witch. I’m a bonfire in the woods, stag heart on the altar, bones on my wall, witch. The Duck Dynasty meets Braveheart schtick does not have me quaking.”

“Hana… let me make this very clear. I am not afraid of you, and I am not afraid of Havoc. If Havoc couldn’t stand up to Alyssa Grace, he’s not up to dealing with someone who knows her way around a binding ritual. Do you think this is my first demon? Cherie, I’ve put worse things than Havoc into flea market tchotchkes and handed them off to the Ursuline nuns. I summoned things you couldn’t even imagine to help me with my fucking Calc 12 homework. I know the Lesser Key of Solomon like it’s the tourist guide to Old Montreal.”

She kicks the side of an old wooden chest, grinning at the camera as it’s answered by a flurry of angry thuds.

“Do you know what’s in here, ladies? Of course you don’t. Calice, you wouldn’t even understand what it was if I told you. That’s how in over your heads you are. This thing, if it got out, would strip my skin off and wear me like a catsuit. And she really wants to. Don’t you, madame?”

Marie sits down on the chest as it rumbles and shakes. The light above her begins to flicker.

“I outsmarted her, I locked her up, and she’s not getting out. For her, I needed a chest. For Havoc, I think one of those kitschy glass perfume bottles and a tube of superglue will probably do the job.”

The rumbling quiets, and Marie pats the lid gently.

“Yes, madame. You’re absolutely right.”

She sits cross legged on top of the trunk, her black boots thudding on the lid, but for once there’s no answer.

“Pluto’s Gate has a very special meaning this year. I’m sure we’re all in for a great show, Devi fighting for her rightful place on top, Felix chewing up some poor new recruit, a new goddess of war crowned. None of it will be anywhere near as poignant as what happens between the four of us, standing together at the gates. I am taking you to hell, ladies. What comes back is up to you.”

Diantha Rosso, Jeff X, Alyssa Grace, The Banshee, DT The Ruler, Felix Hartley, Chad Ecclestone and DGS have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos October 2nd 2022, 10:53 pm by **The Banshee**

Odyssey Promo One

Ready to Fight... Ready to Kill... Ready to Die...

It’s no secret that I’ve become obsessed with revenge… not just for me, but for The Horde as well, because Thotyssey didn’t just cheat The Banshee out of the title… they also cheated The Horde, an unforgivable sin in my eyes… But something equally scandalous has been occurring BEHIND THE SCENES, beyond the eyes and ears of The Horde… the rotting, festering corruption sitting in the Odyssey GM chair… that rancid, tequila-chugging, donkey-fucking cunt, Llorona!

“But Banshee,” some may ask… “Hasn’t Llorona given you some golden opportunities, including the title match against Rebecca Filth?” Ok, well that question right there is factually inaccurate, because that match wasn’t intended as a legitimate title shot for The Banshee… It was a deliberate set-up to keep the spotlight and momentum on Llorona’s little cash cow Thotyssey…

Llorona apparently planned for every conceivable contingency in order to keep the belt on Filth… and even then, nearly every single Thotyssey backup failed… except at the end, when Angelina blindsided me with Filth’s steel wrench… ushering in the dawn of Thotyssey…

LLORONA’S THOTYSSEY!

Llorona has never found the courage to challenge or chastise me once, other than labeling me and Daisy “ingrates” last week, so good one there, Don Rickles… hell, even at this year’s Clash, when Llorona abused her authority to enter herself in the Clash as a late entry, it was The Banshee that ensured her VERY QUICK EXIT… and not once has she publicly said a word about it… why is that? Is it simply that Llorona is like the rest of Thotyssey… too chicken-shit to openly challenge… or is there a bigger endgame in mind? Isn’t it strange how a Mexican cartel drug lord didn’t try to save face after her elimination? Not if you consider that her lack of action is… in itself… an intentional choice... made out of fear and paranoia...

Llorona’s current strategy is now clear: ride the Thotyssey money train until the wheels fall off, while continuing to gaslight as a neutral authority figure… But it's all an illusion, one whose dark veil my eyes failed to penetrate in time to confirm a truth that should only shock those who bought into Llorona’s bullshit…

Llorona is the true leader of Thotyssey… a puppet-master employing every manipulation tactic known, pulling nearly every string connected to Thotyssey’s unprecedented success… Why else would someone that’s so devoid of talent, I.Q., and personality like Angelina Magnum be instantly elevated to compete beyond her skill level? Cause she won some bullshit party game months ago? Don’t make me laugh…

Angelina helped Thotyssey continue their reign of “dominance,” if you want to call it that… because I refuse to, for one only has to watch the match to know that Rebecca Filth never had a shot in hell to defeat The Banshee… not even Felix’s feeble interventions could slow me down enough for Filth to steal the win… It’s why Llorona had RebeccAngelina ambush me with a weapon.... because Llorona recognizes just how powerful… and deadly… The Banshee has become!

Just look at what happened last week… Hana Nakajima thought she could recreate the events from last year’s Athena’s Cup final, when she summoned her boyfriend’s spirit animal Havoc to maliciously intervene… allowing THEM to STEAL the Athena’s Cup from my grasp… But unfortunately for Hana… and disappointing to me… Havoc refused to appear, despite me repeatedly challenging him to show up in Hana’s stead… even BEGGING him to do so! And yet, the coward turned tail and ran… what a weak, pathetic fool!

By vanquishing Hana, The Banshee again achieves retribution by moving one step closer towards the Athena’s Cup… which has Thotyssey AND Llorona pissing themselves! It certainly explains why Angelina was given an easier challenge in the next round... Skylar hasn’t previously accomplished much on Odyssey, and she’s just returning to action after several months of hiatus…

However, Angelina only advanced to this match… because of The Banshee!

Knowing that Gwen Harper was more talented and experienced than Angelina, I didn’t want to risk Angelina’s eventual exit just yet… so I blatantly stomped and choked the stupid bitch right in front of the official… awarding Angelina the win, via DQ… because the only one that gets to crush Angelina’s dreams and spirit first is gonna be The Banshee!

Don’t lose the next round, Angelina… Because abusing Skylar to win the Athena’s Cup would be a hollow victory to me… and yeah, disrespect fully intended for Skylar, a pathetic CEO tycoon who still thinks she can buy herself championships… send Diantha a fruit basket, Skylar… No way would you’ve gotten past Rebecca Brookes without her…

Isn’t it funny how the two most dangerous women still in this tournament were paired up this round, knowing that it’s not The Banshee that Thotyssey wants to win… but rather my opponent, the legendary April Song… someone that has MUCH history with Llorona, no less… Is it simply a coincidence?

The Banshee doesn’t believe in coincidences… especially with an unethical GM trying to run Odyssey like she’s Pablo Escobar, her schemes created to ensure Thotyssey’s victories and triumphs… schemes that will fail horribly for them all!

As much as I’d like to continue down this path… I can’t make the mistake of overlooking my next opponent… a former Women’s World Champion herself…

Hello “Killer Bee,” it’s certainly been awhile since we last shared the same ring… in fact, it’s been well-over two years since we fought in the 2020 Atlantis: Next Level main event… a battle that saw you get your hand raised in victory, once Morrighan’s body succumbed to unconsciousness… It’s not a moment that I’ve forgotten, although I no longer harbor malicious intent towards you… at least, not initially…

But then you just couldn’t help yourself with that Tweet now, could you?

“If you fought as hard as you try to be scary on social media, you’d have killed Filth and been world champion by now… Shut up, leave the spooky bullshit at home, and get ready to fight.”

Now let’s be honest, The Banshee really doesn’t need to TRY to be scary… just look into the eyes of any woman that sees me coming for them, and you’ll be able to actually visualize FEAR ITSELF… you’ll then begin feeling tremors tingling down your spine… but by then, it's already too late for you...

As far as leaving the “spooky bullshit” at home… it’s Banshee-Ween season, don’t be such a sourpuss! Yes, you’re only a couple wrinkles short of becoming a prune, but surely you remember what it was like to dress up in costume, grab your little pillow case or McDonald’s Happy Meal Halloween bucket, and go out trick or treating?

Or has dementia already set in… because if you think that The Banshee needs ANY MOTIVATION to be READY TO FIGHT… then you haven’t been paying attention lately, or you’re suffering from memory loss, or other geriatric conditions…

For starters, The Banshee has largely DOMINATED every OPPONENT that I’ve met in the ring since 2022 started… And any defeats I’ve suffered this year has never been at the hands of just ONE person, now has it? Had Angelina not cracked my skull with a wrench… then this conversation wouldn’t need to exist, because I’d rightfully be the Undisputed Women’s World Champion!

Instead of trying to inspire the Queen of the Monsters… why don’t you work on finding your own motivations to win the Athena’s Cup, because from your own words towards Tarah Nova a few weeks ago, you actually stated that you really have “no incentive other to try to win a trophy… I don’t want to challenge for a title I couldn’t give less of a fuck about than I do right now.”

While I recognize that you said that to drive the point home to Tarah that her words gave you the inspiration you needed to overcome her… it’s a clear sign that you don’t have your head 100 percent into the game…

Does that mean it’s already GAME OVER for April Song… or does the spry old veteran still possess that hunger to be the top woman on the Odyssey brand?

Don’t disappoint me like your BFF Hana… I will not be denied my retribution… The Athena’s Cup belongs to The Banshee…

Although I don’t like you much, I’ve grown to respect you, both in and out of the ring… you have a laundry list of incredible accomplishments and achievements that most people here jealously envy for themselves! Wrestleworld American Dream Champion, OWA Women’s World, EAW Specialists, SSSW Tag Team, LAW Angel, even the OWA Goddesses Championship… You’ve not only won championships at every level, but you’ve also done it in several other organizations, and that’s not even including your long list of non-championship related deeds!

It’s why I wasn’t surprised to see you advance over that overrated hardcore has-been, who ended her night by nearly getting blown to bits by a car bomb… I’m assuming an Irish one…

Despite Tarah’s hypocritical claims that you’re past your prime, I recognize how it was only MONTHS ago that you were THE TOP WOMAN on the Odyssey brand… True, you probably would’ve preferred to win the match traditionally rather than by a count-out, but you could view the outcome as Tarah fleeing from you… knowing that her chances of winning the Athena’s Cup this year were always nonexistent…

Because the 2022 Athena’s Cup already belongs to The Banshee… It belongs to The Horde…

It’s why on Odyssey, when we meet in front of 85,000 screaming fans, all calling for your blood…

It WON’T BE April Song that I’ll see standing in the ring across from me…

Instead, it’ll be the faces of everyone that has fucked with The Queen of the Monsters and her Horde!

Rebecca Filth… Felix Hartley… Angelina Magnum… and ESPECIALLY Llorona… you fucking bitches will be the opponents that I envision in my match with “The Beautiful Bout Machine,” despite the fact that there isn’t a lack of motivation to brutalize April herself, because she has beaten me before… not to mention her questionable choice in friends like Hana, who just got exposed by yours truly after Havoc failed to save her…

Again, it won’t be you that I’ll see in the ring… but unfortunately for you, that makes me even more lethal than ever… And yes, I’ll be fully EXPECTING Thotyssey to show up the entire time to give you some assistance, unwanted or not…

Although, personally speaking… I’m PRAYING that they do, because I relish every moment possible to make them whores suffer for their sins…

I do appreciate you standing up for Odyssey when Tarah tried to delegitimize everything the roster has accomplished since its inception… But a culture change IS needed, and I think you might agree with me here…

Thotyssey needs to be destroyed… Llorona needs to have her voice box physically ripped from her throat… The Banshee needs to become the next OWA Undisputed Women’s Champion!

All those paths I WILL follow… and right now… they all lead right through you… so THROUGH YOU is where I must go… however, it seems that you’re now spoiling for a good fight, so don’t disappoint me now...

You also said to Tarah that “none of the plans matter if you don’t win,” words than couldn’t be more truly spoken… I’ve taken those words to heart, because I can’t… I WON’T… fail The Horde again…

Make no mistake, this quest started out as my desire for redemption and retribution… but it’s now turned into a goddamn reckoning, and anyone standing in my path of fury will only have two options: get out the way… or get demolished by the supernatural rampage, as the world cheers to see me pummel you into a puddle of blood and bone paste, like the gladiators of old…

Ask yourself now, April… Does The Banshee sound “ready to fight?”

However, that question should no longer matter, because now you have something even more concerning to consider…

Is April Song ready to bleed for the Athena’s Cup…? Is April Song willing to DIE FOR IT!?

Because The Banshee is ready… ready to murder every bitch in the tournament, no matter the odds… ready to spill every drop of blood circulating in your body for the whole world to witness…

The Banshee is WILLING TO DIE FOR THE ATHENA’S CUP!!!

Thanks for the pep talk, Joy Luck Club… I’ll see you in the ring…

Jeff X, Alyssa Grace, "Killer Bee", DT The Ruler, Chad Ecclestone and DGS have spoken. It’s such good shit!

scarface // pluto's gate 001 October 2nd 2022, 1:35 pm by **Felix Hartley**

“Are we living in a fucking alternate universe?

Did me going into the future and finally fucking Bishop change the reality of the universe we’re currently in? Because something’s off. And by 'something' I definitely mean the universe we’re living in where anyone off the street who signs an Odyssey contract gets a shot at MY Championship.

I’ve never been shy about my motivations for wrestling. It’s never been my 'thing'. My thing was dancing for money, I just happen to be really good at this without barely lifting a finger. So trust me when I say that you couldn’t have paid me to care about ‘ruining the integrity’ of the business or not understanding the concept of ‘paying my dues’ or whatever you fucking losers did for your comeuppance. I didn’t want the education about HoW ThIs InDusTrY WoRkS because the rules bend for me, always.

BUT…

What I do know about it, is that usually people have to fucking work for a title shot. Ironic, right? I mean say what you want about me or my background as an escort but boy do I get the fucking job done. I’m out here making history in my first 6 months of being in OWA unifying the Openweight Championship and the Lethal Sparks Championship – some of y’all didn’t even think I deserved one belt, and there I was after Game Over with two. So the next bitch who tells me I didn’t deserve anything, we’re going to check that.

So excuse me for being absolutely fucking bewildered when Pluto’s Gate gets announced and I’m sitting here looking at my name…and across from it…is Tomomi Shinozaki.
An absolute basket case with an outstanding, incredible, history-defining OWA record of…. 1-1. But then I thought to myself, it makes sense. I mean with the way Llorona and I have been rubbing elbows lately and how happy she’s been with my involvement in Thotyssey, the way we’re inevitably bringing record-breaking ratings to the show, obviously she needs to keep her top stars happy. Fed when they’re hungry. Serving me wrestling school graduates on a silver platter for me to devour on live television.

I’m Scarface smoking in his bath water.

There’s no other explanation. Tomomi weighs 98lbs and is about as tall as my Louboutin shoe rack. How are you going to tell me seriously that you were the top of your wrestling class? The only way you topped that class is if you were the only one in it. You gonna tell me that you out-wrestled everyone there but when it came to Daisy Thrash of all people you choke? That bitch has become the running joke of the roster and yet apparently you couldn’t remember anything you learned.

But don’t worry Tomomi, when you lose, you’ll likely just get a shot at the Undisputed Women’s World Championship. Apparently, we reward piss-poor performance with even more lucrative opportunities. Man, I hope riding Rev’s future cock was well worth the fuckery we caused back here in this galaxy.

You keep saying that being in OWA doesn’t make you special. You’re right about that. Quite frankly, nothing you’ve accomplished in your career so far makes you special, and you know that or else every time you got in front of a camera it wouldn’t sound like one long panic attack. It wouldn’t sound like Mark Zuckerburg in front of a mirror convincing himself that he is a real person and can be convincingly human for a day. Just one fucking long novella about how you need to prove yourself. Chase your dreams. Do your fuckin’ senpai or whatever – master, I don’t know – proud.

I am so fucking tired of that narrative.

There’s no place in OWA for people like you. Ruri was right when she warned you that you’d become prey. She was talking about me. Odyssey is not a place for insecure women second guessing their entire personality. Odyssey is not a place for novice graduates who hide every time they have an intrusive thought about their talents. Have you seen the women on this roster? It’s straight up Darwinistic Natural Selection now that Thotyssey runs it. The strong eat the weak. And that’s all you exude. Weakness. It’s all you’ve ever exuded. I can smell it on you. The insecurity, the mental monologues, having to convince yourself through your anxiety that you could cut it on the Odyssey roster. Waking up every day tasked with believing you aren’t special. Couldn’t be me.

It makes sense why you beat Ruri in your debut match here. We all know Ruri wasn’t at her best – hasn’t been for months. Losing those SSW tag team titles a few months ago took the spark out of her. Not to mention she’s been with OWA a whole ass month longer than I have and we’ve all already forgotten about her while I’ve been busy cleaning house and making history. Never being pinned. Never being submitted.

So if you need another reason to self-deprecate, there it is – the one win you’ve secured for yourself in OWA is a woman who fell into a ~void~ at the mere age of twenty-three when she’s only been wrestling since she was nineteen. Only took her 4 years to realize she wasn’t good at it. The one win you’ve secured for yourself in OWA is a woman who was an alternate for the SSW Puroresu Tag Team Champions. She didn’t even win them. Just got to jump in and keep them warm when Baker disappeared. She has Noah Reigner to thank for the majority of the guts of her career accomplishments and you just know she was the sole reason they lost to the fake Corsairs. I guess for some people, copying gimmicks isn’t enough.

You beat a broken down version of Ruri, if there was ever a complete one. Congratulations.

This is going to be by far the toughest competition you’ll have on Odyssey, if you even make it any farther after I bury your career before it even had a chance to start. And let me guess, you’re going to beat me by sheer ‘will and determination’? That was your plan with Daisy, right? How did that go? Did you quickly realize that everybody who ever decided to become a professional wrestler also had some sort of will and determination? That those are just two very basic human instincts? That they aren’t things that separate you or make you better than anybody else? Every woman on this roster that wants to be Thotyssey but never could be, has ‘will and determination’. It’s not unique.

It's not what earned me the Sparks Championship. And it’s not what’s been keeping it around my waist since June, already out-reigning 6 of the 9 other champions who’ve held it. You could never hold a candle to my reign and it isn’t even close to being over yet.

This opportunity is well over your head.

But you’re the underdog, right? Praying for an upset. Reaching for your cell phone to dial your master Kenji who is just fucking swimming in the money you’ve dumped into his training facility for some motivation and reassurance in between your ‘media appearances’. All for him to reach into a literal top hat of loosely scribbled one-liner inspirational quotes taken from the monthly subscription of his wife’s Women’s Health magazines. And you believe it, because you’re weak and naïve.

You said it yourself, some days it’s hard for you just to get out of bed. And then you want to challenge me for the Sparks Championship?! You small, insignificant little twat. If you were keeping up with your therapy sessions I’m sure even your therapist would be laughing at you right now. But since you missed your last session, let me inform you – because it doesn’t take a PhD to see what’s going on. You should quit. Run far away from this company, this brand, this roster… and me. You don’t have what it takes and I sure as shit don’t have time to be on this journey with you leading up to Pluto’s Gate while you stare up at the sky and talk to a dead relative seeking guidance about your future or whatever stereotypical babyface shit y’all have been doing for the last few months. Because after I warm up with you, I’ve got the winner of Bianca vs. Ellie Quinn at Boiling Point. A much more important title defense, which, still, doesn’t say very fucking much.

Trust me, I’m not telling you to quit because I’m ‘threatened’ either. Anyone without at least one active brain cell would try to say that dumb shit. I know from experience because I spent the last few months trying to get Daisy Thrash off my fucking back. No matter how many times she clearly lost, she would always think I was scared of her. And if you’ve been doing your research, you’ll see how that turned out for her. And it’s exactly how it’ll turn out for you, too. You’re already known for having dropped off the face of the earth once, so do it again. What’s the harm? You can go back to relaxing in bed not having to worry about if you’re good enough because I’ll have already given you the answer. You can go back to Japan and settle into a nice retail job or something similar that’s more tailored to your skill set. Balance will have been restored, and I’ll continue to reap the benefits Llorona graciously awards me. We both win.

Well, I win. I always win.”

VaeVictisBD, Mav., Alyssa Grace, Rebecca Filth, DT The Ruler, Lazarus Arjen, Angelina Magnum and have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos October 1st 2022, 12:05 am by **Krysis**

Your Best

Pluto's Gate #1

(Vs. NAMI for the Goddess Championship)

Friday September 30th
9:00pm

Scene opens in the empty room with the chair set in the middle, as door was opened someone has walked in with black pants, black hoodie with Discus Devi Logo in the front, as she closed the door and start sitting down, Devi head down try to calm her thoughts, breathe in and breathe out as she took off her hoodie.

…*sigh* I thought it'll be it…

I thought it'll be a career-defined moment, if I win the Openweight Championship and unify the LAW Lethal Sparks Championship at Game Over V! But…it didn't fucking happen…it didn't…FUCKING…HAPPEN!!!

Devi was infuriated after the fact that Felix Hartley had won and unified both titles as she held her hair back as she looked at Thotyssey celebration on the projection screen as Felix Hartley holding the newly OWA Sparks Championship as Devi looked disgusted and disappointed.

When I look at that screen, I feel ashamed of myself…Not just myself but Stephanie Matsuda, Monica Vaughn, but the entire people who trusted me holding the LAW Lethal Sparks Championship. And I felt disappointed that I suffered over the years being here at OWA, and for what? For me losing big matches, losing to former champions like Felix Hartley, Hana Nakajima, Alyssa Grace to name a few. I made a promise that the new season will be different, a different mind of Discus Devi, an "ENLIGHTENMENT" of the Odyssey brand. But I feel like I wasn't good enough to be here, now that Felix Hartley has moved on, Thotyssey thinks that I ain't shit, and what that leads me? Discus Devi? Leave OWA? Never showed my fucking failing face ever again? I was going to do that last week during my interview with Jovana Slater. Because my name will forever be listed as the first and final LAW Lethal Sparks Champion! And I would say fuck this company, fuck the green card piece of shit Llorona, and fuck EVERYONE! and Leave the company. I'm pretty sure that Zumi got a spot for me at Pro Wrestling JET!

Devi looks at another clip on the projector screen seeing her old friend, OWA Goddess Champion, NAMI.

And suddenly…

Suddenly…My old friend, whom I respect and got my back since we went to war with Dorado Enterprise, The OWA Goddess Champion, NAMI! She came to me when I was down, I was about to leave until..She offered me an opportunity, a challenge for the OWA Goddess Championship at Pluto's Gate! Look I told NAMI that I don't want a handout but you did remember saying that when you became a OWA Goddess Champion you'll be defending that Championship against me. You gave me your word and…*fingersnap* The match has been made official! Night 1 of Pluto's Gate we squared off for the OWA Goddess Championship. Now I'm happy that you're done with the bad seed of the Asakura family, Rin. But I'm pretty sure that you're not done with Gwen Harper.

Devi smirked with concern about the issues between NAMI and Gwen Harper.

I mean..ever since Gwen Harper returned to the company she's beginning to target you, NAMI. And it raised some eyebrows. How are you gonna be 100% focused on this Goddess Championship NAMI? You said yourself, you won't go easy but I rather not worry about people like Gwen Harper causing disruption for us. No, I don't want that. I want NAMI at your best, I want the NAMI who became the JET Academy Champion at Nagoya Spotlight back in 2020, I want "THE" NAMI who ended the nightmare of Dorado Enterprise and became the Goddess Championship at Civil War this year. Don't worry about Gwen Harper right now, worry about us having the epic match at Pluto's Gate, enlighten me that you won't go easy, you wanted this match and trust me when I say it! This is going to be a match for the ages!

So be ready NAMI…

Devi got off the seat and walk out the room and the scene fades black.

Jeff X, Alyssa Grace, DT The Ruler and DGS have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos September 30th 2022, 11:40 pm by **Mav.**

| THE FALL OF GRACE. | KINGDOM: VINDICATION II. |

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There it stood perfectly, the OWA Spartan Championship belt.

The hotel room is quiet, the view of the city of Dubai from the top of the Gevora Hotel provided the wonderful backdrop for the scene, and all the quietness of the room is slowly sucked right out of the shot as the Spartan Champion entered the room, AirPods in and listening to ‘Many Men’ by 21 Savage and Metro Boomin– the chorus of the song being heard echoing out through the AirPods.

“When it's smoke, we pull our stickies and they call the PD (pussy)
Many men wanna kill me, dawg, I feel like 50 (pussy)
I got small fries want my spot, tryna defeat me (pussy)”

Long was dressed to the nines in the finest navy blue suit, black shirt and golden cufflinks that the glint from the light above was caught on the camera– however, he removed the AirPods and took a seat right in front of the table that was placed at the centre of the shot, which of course, had the Spartan Championship stood up for display. As always, a large smile rested along the face of Jason Long. It almost became a chuckle as his attention was brought onto the camera recording right in front of him.

“To be frank with you, I’ve had many moments that could be called a ‘fall from grace’.

I’ve had the honour of going through those moments because they made me become the man that you see before you today– almost everyone seems to fear moments like those, they squirm and they become out of control when they go through that phase of being in a fall from grace. That’s not something that I’ve noticed recently or anything like that– no, this is for the past five years that I’ve been wrestling, and from personal experiences? I can tell you their feelings? They were just the same as mine when I fell into that phase. However, when there’s someone that has yet to experience that same feeling that I – and so many others – have felt throughout our careers, then it’s a simple thing of needing to prove to someone what is their fall of grace. Understandably, Ecclestone, it’s a mixed bag when it comes to you.

It feels like you’ve had your own fall from grace when it comes to Hollywood and everything else—but the whole wrestling thing isn’t there – yet, I might add – and here you are standing under the spotlights and being given the big time to shine, what a wonderful moment for you, Chad. And I know that you, Chad, are relishing in the spotlight that you were GIVEN and what you were HANDED because of the man that YOU challenged because you beat a dude named ‘Dick Slaughter’ in a Hollywood fuck-fest carnival ride. Maybe we’re on the decline right now, Chad, and we’re not even aware of it because of how blinded you are by some false vanity, along with fake riches and fortune that you supposedly have.

Or maybe, you know, your fall from grace already happened when your wife died in that ‘accident’.

I know it might be something you clearly don’t give much of a shit about anymore—considering you have Chasity right now—but at the very least, the one thing that you should be worrying about is someone finding her grave– considering that, since you’re a Hollywood star, she would’ve been very easy to find, wouldn’t she?” He pulls his phone out of his pocket, “but that’s none of my business really– when it comes to headstones and shit, I can be very respectful to those that are deceased. So, when it comes to someone like yourself, I cannot begin to fathom what kind of emotions would be running right through your head when you see this…”

Long brought his phone up to the camera and pressed play…

The video plays as we find ourselves at an undisclosed location, it’s almost dark out as the night sky is slowly seeping in, however, it’s where the feed is showing that’s the important part– inside of a graveyard and we find that it’s Long holding the mobile device.

A large smile as he finds himself at the foot of a large headstone where the words etched into the stone reads the name of ‘ECCLESTONE’. Long turns the camera around to face him.

“Sup, Chaddy. I guess if you’re wanting to do some demolition at a place that I love?”

He stopped for a second, a smile growing larger.

“Then let me come to a place that you used to love– sure you wouldn’t care, right?”

Long stood the mobile device up nearby, showing the complete headstone and in his hand was a large sledgehammer– there’s a large smile along his face as he looks back to the mobile camera before turning right back around and preparing himself to swing.

CRACK!

He swung the sledgehammer right into the centre of the headstone, bringing a large crack and dent right into the stone– that crack going right through the etched name of ‘ECCLESTONE’, before taking another swing right into the stone, and then another one, before a large chunk is taken out as it drops to the floor below.

“Paint me as the asshole, paint me as the bad guy—”

Long brings the phone down and slips it right back into his pocket– the large smile along his face tells just how much he enjoyed showing that footage to the camera, and of course, to Chad Ecclestone himself– if he were to be watching, probably not.

“But if you leave things around, they will be known and I will fucking abuse that shit– I mean, you could’ve done the same to me! I lost my damn mother, she’s buried in Wexford Town, the same place that you were in! Hell, what about all of the women that I’ve dated– I’ve been married, now divorced, quickly seeing someone once again. I’ve been engaged to be married twice, nothing of those ever came to be. Shit, I’ve put out my whole personal life to everyone, and you could’ve taken that shot at me, but nope, let’s destroy a pub that I have never stepped foot into, never will step foot into again, and will happily make sure that stays the same because—guess what—I could NOT fucking CARE for it. And yet, that’s probably not enough for you—I’m almost stooping to your own level, mate. I’ve been in movies where they’ve done hella fucking good numbers, I’ve been in video games with multiple companies that I’ve been apart of, and I’ve been apart of podcasts where the views have fucking skyrocketed to the hills. If you’re so special, Chad, then why have I done the same shit as you AND DONE TEN TIMES AS BETTER AS YOU– but you get the self-love and cherishing that you’re giving yourself.

You’re fucking delusional, man.

Absolutely fucking delusional.

The world doesn’t revolve around a man like yourself, Chad. Your hatred for this sport doesn’t begin to make any sense either– the whole saddening backstory of your former wife being killed in an accident whilst front row of a wrestling show, which has somehow brought you into the business of professional wrestling and has made you compete in what your former wife loved to watch– I mean, like, make it make sense? Are you capable of ever making that shit happen to begin with? Hey, maybe the insanity has truly sunken in and you believe that your whole life is based on a goddamn movie– you’ve got the heartbreaking moment, you’ve got the flame that somehow spouted right after the old one died, you’ve got the plot written down and you want to do something about it—but you’re doing it all wrong, where’s the happy ending? What’s the goal supposed to be? You’ve lived your life as some character you probably played and now– you’re just making things up, you’ve created a barrier between the real world and the world that’s being seen inside of your own head.

Like I’ve said, you’re impressive when it comes to competing inside of the ring—however—this world of fantasy that you might’ve imagined in your own head? Nah, we’re not going to allow that to continue on. This whole tale of you wanting to destroy wrestling, that vision dies here. The whole thing of you believing that wrestling is a disease and a plague on the minds of everyone– hell, you’ve been ‘infected’ enough to be KNOWN AS A PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER, YOU EMPTY-HEADED DUMBFUCK. And all you need to do, Chad, is admit that this whole shit with you is a fucking script you’ve got stuck inside of your mind. You’re not the first lunatic I’ve fucked around with, and sadly you’re probably not gonna be the last one either, but for the love of christ– ADMIT IT!

You’d like to show the world how unsafe wrestling is, Chad? Here, I’ll help you. I’ve died inside of this ring one too many fucking times to count– and I don’t just use that as an expression, I HAVE FUCKING FLATLINED FOR THIS SPORT, and yet, I come back to this each and every single day because that’s a thrill that I adore. I have suffered concussions, fractures in my spinal cord that I’ve had to get multiple surgeries done to fix it right again, broken bones in my body that I never even knew could be broken. THAT – right there – is just how unsafe that this sport is. Take it from me, someone that’s been doing this passionately for five whole years—I can finally admit that you were right about one thing.”

He raised a finger up, a stern look into his eyes as he stared into the lens of the camera.

“However– if it’s something that YOU would like to prove to everyone that’s watching at home, for your dearly beloved dead wife, for everyone that you might’ve made promises to when you first stepped into this sport… then allow me to, once again, help you. For I don’t need to do any twenty minute rest holds or any kind of flipping bullshit that you might complain about– no, no, no. See, I’ve been known as a lethal striker inside of that ring and when it comes to landing just about anything? Oh, I’ll make sure that shit feels like your body—from the inside—is failing as you stand there. And as I continue to strike, making sure that you suffer with every kick and punch connecting to your body, I’ll have the absolute fucking HONOUR to jump right onto the back of your neck, stomping your head down to the fucking mat, and giving every ounce of force there is to make SURE THAT YOUR NECK SNAPS UPON IMPACT–

You’re either dying inside of that ring or you leave Dubai as a fucking vegtable for the rest of your life, I’m sure that’s going to be the next big thing for you when Hollywood comes knocking on your door wanting to star you in their next hit movie. Though, I love the idea of allowing you to join your wife six feet under the soil, you daft bastardised cunt. I’m sure they’ll remember the day that Chad Ecclestone died ‘being the hero’, you know, and it was all because he fucked around and found out with the wrong man.

That, right there, will be your true fall from grace.”

Long reached over, stopping the recording with a quick smile before the cut to black.

—

Alyssa Grace, 'Don' Hendrix, DT The Ruler, Felix Hartley, Chad Ecclestone, DGS and Tarah Jay Nova have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos September 30th 2022, 10:34 pm by **Tarah Jay Nova**

DEBUT MATCH OF OTTO NOVA.

First match against KYLE.

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The scene begins in a small, bright lit training room. Weight benches, Boxing bags and resting benches filled the room and in the middle of it all stood a worn-out squared circle. It was old with faded painted corners and a few stretches covering a few spots on the mat. Besides that, a few of the turnbuckle covers were missing but other than that? It wasn't the best-looking training ring within miles. The camera scans the room once more before it lands on PRINCE NOVACAINE... The NEWLY ALPHA on the KINGDOM brand: OTTO NOVA, practicing his running moonsaults on a fake wrestling dummy on the mat. With a quick flip, NOVA lays on the dummy with a prefect moonsault. Clapping echoed throughout the room by his trainer, JOSIE GREY.

JOSIE GREY|| Encore! Again!

Again, the teen got up from the mat, stalked towards the corner before darting back to the center, flipping himself to lap on the dummy that laid there. Looking for approval, OTTO looked up towards the young blonde woman. A small smile appeared on her lips as she simply nodded her head.

JOSIE GREY|| You didn't fold in your arm underneath your body, good. We don't need you to break anything before your upcoming debut match, no?

OTTO moved to a seating position, shaking his head ‘no’.

OTTO NOVA|| No, Señora.

Slowly, with a sigh, OTTO stays up from the mat. The smile from Grey's lips disappeared as she looked up at him. Going against someone who was trained by The Wolvesden was going to be a challenge for the young Nova...and as his debut no less? Quickly, without any warning at all, JOSIE took a hard shot at the face of OTTO NOVA.

C R A C K.

The young man stumbled back against the nearby ropes, holding his nose as he tried to keep himself up right. Still in shock, OTTO NOVA moves his hand away from his nose, checking for blood, seeing a small bit of drops on his palm. His eyes are the size of dinner places as he finally looks up at JOSIE GREY. She merely stands there, an unreadable expression resting on her face.

OTTO NOVA|| Wha...what was that for, Señora!? I thought you said I was haciendo fantástico? What gives??

Before JOSIE GREY could comment, soft steps on the hard concrete flooring echoed around the room. They both looked over to see The Shockcollar of Hardcore Wrestling, TARAH NOVA, approaching the training ring of CATCH Pro Wrestling Academy. She's still bandaged up from her Welcome Home show of Odyssey as she slides into the ring to join the two.

OTTO NOVA|| ¿Madre? You are supposed to be in bed....

TARAH NOVA|| .....and you should be two steps ahead of whoever you are standing across the ring with. Training or real-life match. You're lucky JOJO is holding back her punches, or your nose would be shattered.

Swiftly, Mother NOVA walks closer to the blonde, patting her shoulder with a gentle smile on her lips, looking her son in the eyes from afar.

TARAH NOVA|| But she's right, you know.

OTTO NOVA|| About what?

His mother sighs loudly, causing JOSIE to chuckle to herself.

TARAH NOVA|| You are facing off against KYLE. He was trained by KENNY DRAKE, Leader of The Wolvesden. He might look like he's slow and doesn't pack a punch but, I assure you mi Hijo, he really isn't. Don't let that fool you one bit and never turn your back to a Wolvesden member. Any of them.

Both TARAH and JOSIE nod their heads, both of them being members of WOLVESDEN as OTTO looks on at the two women before her. Slowly, he stands full onto his own two feet; wiping the blood from his nose.

OTTO NOVA|| Señalado..Let's take it from the top?

The two wolves shared a look with each other before TARAH simply motioned her hand towards her teen son.

TARAH NOVA|| Vamos, Josie.

A wicked smile appeared on the lips of the blonde woman.

JOSIE GREY|| With pleasure...

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An hour later, OTTO NOVA sat alone, lost in thought as blood slowly dropped against his tan skin. His body ached and pain hit him like waves, but The Young Nova Prince didn’t seem to care. It was another hard training session. Another punch to the face by his Trainer JOSIE GREY....something he has grown accustomed to saying.... but He doesn't mind it at all. He was too nervous for his debut match against Kyle....Slowly, the Nova Prince shook his head, looking out at the city infront of him from the overlook of a small gym. “This... This is a sueño that finally came true for me. See....all of my life, I watched and cheered on mi Madre as she went through her time as a Luchadora. I looked up to her and wanted to be just like her ever since I was pequeño. I didn't have any plan in my life but to be like her. I want to fight. To fly around the ring de lucha libre and finally...after years of training with many of the mejores luchadoras y luchadores; I made it. Finalmente soy un luchador como mi madre. I arrived at the company that mi Madre put on the map many moons ago. Alianza de lucha Omega. Omega Wrestling Alliance. The land of the ALPHAs and I promised mi Madre que lucharé hasta que no me quede lucha en mi cuerpo. I will fight until I have no fight in me anymore and my debut, KYLE will see that firsthand.”

OTTO NOVA grinned to himself for a moment. “Mi Madre told me all about you. I know who you are and how I should never turn my back on a LOBO but you? I will still turn away from you, Kyle. You might have been trained by mi madre’s rival, but you are no KENNY DRAKE. I have seen that loco bastardo up close and personal. He is a monster. Un hombre asesinó. He has been one of the only people who could put mi madre down for longer than a week. Am I worried over facing you? No. Will I be as cocky as mi madre inside the círculo cuadrado? Perhaps...but it is all the name of the game, Kyle. I am ready for all the dull claws and worn-down teeth you will show me in the ring, but I do promise you that I am not scared of a Pequeño cachorrito like you are.”

“All in All, Kyle... In this debut match of mine, I am going to show the world that soy el hijo de mi madre. I am a NOVA. I will move towards that ring and fight my win to the win however I can. I may be young, and I am sort of green in the ring, but I promise you that I will be a true threat like mi madre. And just like she did to KENNY DRAKE, I will put you down like the perro you are. See, this might be short, sweet and to the point, but I did not honestly think I needed to waste so much of my breath on you. Kyle...so the last thing I will say to you is this...Gracias por ser mi oponente debut y me siento honrado de vencer a un famoso miembro de Wolvesden.”

“Te veré muy pronto, Kyle.”

With that, OTTO NOVA stands up from his bench, nodding his head towards the camera in front of him before turning his back to it, leaving the view as he moves to the doors of the locker room. Before the camera fades out, a loud French accent can be heard screaming at the young NOVA. A small laugh followed behind it.

Alyssa Grace, DT The Ruler and DGS have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos September 30th 2022, 10:15 pm by **Chad Ecclestone**

SEASON FIVE - EPISODE SIX POINT TWO
SORRY NOT SORRY

A Gulfstream IV G450 jet soars through the sky, as the vocal stylings of Hollywood Narration Guy are heard.

“Having finally dispatched Liam Neeson once and for all, our hero Chad Ecclestone has escaped from the open sewer called Wexford. Presently, he relaxes aboard his private jet, known only as ‘Chad Force One’. En route to Qatar to fulfill his contractual obligations with the foul and depraved Omega Wrestling Alliance, he relaxes in the kind of luxury reserved for Hollywood royalty... and though the time to his main event match with the Spartan King rapidly approaches, he has even greater concerns at the moment...”

A smash-cut to the interior of Chad’s private jet. His wife Chastity sits in the background, legs draped over the arm of her chair as she thumbs through the most recent issue of ‘Stuck-up Bitch Monthly’. The man of the hour, Mr. Ecclestone, is on his feet shouting at one of his numerous assistants, verbally berating the man after being delivered some tragic news.

“What the fuck do you mean we’re out of the good caviar? I thought I told you to stock up when we stopped in Estonia to refuel! You’re lucky the camera is here, jackass, or I’d personally jettison you into the Indian Ocean to swim home! Now begone! Begone from my sight!”

Turning to the camera, Chad waves his hand to dismiss his incompetent aide. The young man, his head hung low, slinks away in shame.

“Unbelievable. Good help is so hard to find these days. Honestly, if I’m going to get this kind of subpar service, I might as well just hire a bunch of illegal immigrants. At least that way I’d save a bit of money on these monthly salaries and health benefits I’m providing.”

Shaking his head to try and move beyond the headache that comes from dealing with the help, he settles into the seat directly beside his wife, sighing as he does.

“I suppose things could always be worse. I could be stuck catching a ride to Qatar on the OWA company plane. Do you have any idea what those steroid-addicted ruffians get up to when they’re 40,000 feet in the air? I’ve heard the stories, and they’re not pretty, believe me. Getting piss-drunk and showing their dongs to the stewardesses, playing grab-ass up and down the aisles. Sickening behavior. Didn’t someone almost get tackled out of the emergency exit last time? I’ll pass on all that, thank you very much. No, I prefer to travel in style and, more importantly, peace. Just me and my beloved wife, my ex-Blackwater security team, my driver, my press agent, my personal chef and so on.”

“Anyway, I wasn’t initially planning on wasting any more time discussing our wee friend Jason, but I did have a bit more to say before being so rudely interrupted by that lout Liam Neeson. Honestly, that drunk son of a bitch is lucky that the cops got between us before I could deliver the killing blow... that said, I don’t think he’ll be testing me again after the beating I gave him in front of the press. Just another typical Irishman, full of piss and vinegar and liquid courage: all talk, no walk.”

“And that’s as good a segue as any into my opponent this week. When this plane took off, OWA’s resident alcoholic fuckboy still hadn’t released any statements. I figured he was curled up on the floor of a drunk tank somewhere, or in the depths of a bender, but apparently I was wrong. Must have just taken him some time to gather the courage to address his superior. Can’t say I blame him! Because while Jason may have a knack for getting into the heads of the misty-eyed wimps back in the locker room, he surely knows that I’m made of sterner stuff. Untouchable. Unbothered. Thriving, even. So anyway, I listened to what he had to say, and it’s about what one would expect: a half-baked, booze-fueled diatribe full of vicious slander and delusional overconfidence. It’s all so tiresome and predictable, but there were a few points I simply cannot let stand unanswered.”

“First of all, don’t bullshit a bullshitter, Jason. I know you don’t respect me, because you don’t seem to respect much of anything. Sure, you say you do, but your actions tell a different story. It’s all about you, and anyone you call a friend is just someone who can help you get what you want. You’re toxic, self-absorbed, the very definition of a narcissist. A man who lives only for himself, looking to build your legacy at whatever cost, with no attention paid to the damage you inflict along the way. And you know what? I sort of respect it.”

“Secondly, don’t get my motives mistaken. I’m not here to ‘save the company’ like that overgrown Boy Scout you sonned at Game Over. I’m insulted to be even tangentially compared to that goober. I have no intentions of ‘saving OWA from you’, Jason, whatever that even means. Not because I couldn’t, but because OWA is beyond that. It doesn’t deserve to be ‘saved’. Nothing short of a complete tear-down and rebuild will do, so write that down in your little fucking notebook, okay?”

“And lastly… your brand? Your fucking show? Really? Do you actually think that? That may have been true, once upon a time. But things change, Jason, and it’s time to be honest with yourself. You know your heart isn’t in this anymore. You’re phoning it in, trying to coast on the strength of past performances, and your lazy, haphazard attempts to paint me as some kind of ego-driven monster prove that point for me. It’s plain to see that you’re under the impression this title reign is just a stepping stone to greater things, particularly that belt Bishop is holding. I get it, you think you’re above all this, right? Well, that’ll make for some nice cope after I beat you, so good thinking on your part. Best to plan ahead when facing inevitable defeat."

"‘That midcard title didn’t mean a thing to me, despite the fact that I nicknamed myself The Spartan King specifically after the championship! It doesn’t matter that I lost decisively to Chad, because I’m meant for better things! I’m not crying, you’re crying! Waaaah!”

“Sure. Whatever you want to tell yourself. Want to know what I think? I think whatever passion and drive you once had for this business is gone, replaced by a dull sense of obligation... and maybe a bit of sentimental attachment to the only thing that has ever made you feel relevant or appreciated. Five years, and what do you have to show for it, aside from a few shiny baubles to brighten up your dim, dreary legacy? Sorry, but all that nonsense doesn’t mean a thing to someone who doesn’t waste their time chasing meaningless trinkets in this circus sideshow you’ve dedicated your life to. But hey, don’t feel too bad: not everyone is meant to reach the heights of true fame. That’s reserved for people like me.”

“You may honestly believe I’m just a joke, or another easy title defense to pad your precious stats, but I promise that I’m going to come at you with everything I have. How could I not? My first main event, and a title shot in the bargain? A man like me lives for the big moments like this, in the spotlight where my stunning magnificence can be appreciated and envied by all. So, I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I’ll be walking out of that arena with your championship, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You’ll need to put on the performance of a lifetime to have a hope in hell of beating me, and I just don’t think you have it in you. Not anymore. Sure, you beat Noah Krieger, but he’s just a bargain bin Jason Long, isn’t he? All the same tricks, the same boring style, the same lack of charisma. I'm something different, something you've never faced before: a real showman, who can expose you as the overhyped bore that you really are. And unlike my match with Krieger, you won't have a pit full of scorpions on your side, so trust me when I say this: when I'm done with you, you’ll be looking like every other sad sack from that depressing island you spawned from. Hunched over a bar, biting back tears as you drown your sorrows, wondering where it all went wrong.”

“But I hardly expect you to take my word for it. It seems like everyone in the locker room insists on making the same mistake. Namely, thinking that just because I’m an actor, it means I’m a fake. A pretender. A phony. Not genuine. I assure you, that’s the furthest thing from the truth. Just because I take a bit of effort to dress well, speak well, and present myself as something more than a two-bit amateur athlete like you clowns, it doesn’t mean I’m not a serious man. So go ahead, keep on underestimating me. Keep on dreaming about some eventual run with the World Championship. It’ll never, ever happen, and you’re digging your own grave by chasing something that you’ll never reach, instead of worrying about what’s already on your plate. And no, it isn’t potatoes, you dumb fuck. It’s me, and I’ve been waiting for a chance like this, to show the world that even OWA’s strongest — its proud champions — don’t stand a chance against a man on a mission.”

“Believe it, or not. Treat me like a threat, or don’t. It’s not going to change a thing. This match is only going to end one way. Want a little sneak preview? Why, I thought you’d never ask! Picture this if you will: I stand tall in the center of the ring in Doha, lifting that pretty little title belt high above my head while the referee raises my other arm. The crowd? On their fucking feet, cheering my name and proclaiming me as the best Spartan Champion since Gerard Butler’s Leonidas. As for you... well, you won’t be joining them in congratulating me. You’ll be too busy on your knees, head bowed as you pay homage to your new King. You’ll glance up with wet, trembling eyes, looking for an answer to how your pathetic little reign ended so abruptly... and I’ll have only three words for you: the three most powerful words in a filmmaker’s arsenal, in fact...”

“‘That’s a wrap.’”

It’s obvious from his tone that Chad intends to end the promo on that line, but his words are quickly followed by those of the pilot, coming through a speaker overhead.

“Mr. Ecclestone, we’ll be landing in 15 minutes.”

He leaps into action, moving off-screen and returning with a headscarf which he offers to his wife.

“Here, my beloved, you’ve got to put this on. You know how those people get when they see a woman’s hair, particularly a blonde. Let’s not have a repeat of Saudi Arabia, okay?”

Chastity rolls her eyes, closing the magazine and placing it on her lap as she glares bitchily at her loving husband.

“Is this World Tour ever going to take us to some first-world countries? France, maybe?”

“France? First-world?” Chad says, scoffing loudly in disbelief, his voice trembling with frustration at her disrespectful back-talk, “You’ve got to be kidding me! Have you seen the place lately? It’s a shithole, baby! Now be a dear, and put the motherfucking scarf on your stupid sexy head, okay?!”

Realizing he’s still being filmed, Chad’s head snaps around to stare furiously at the cameraman, who instinctively takes a step back under the glare of their employer.

“I SAID THAT’S A FUCKING WRAP!”

He lunges forward, his face twisted with rage as the video cuts to black.

Alyssa Grace, DT The Ruler and DGS have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos September 30th 2022, 10:03 pm by **Noah Krieger**

KINGDOM— PROMO #2 | OUTWORKING THE RULER.

The camera feed slowly opened up onto the Long Island home of the Chicago’s Finest — with the said individual currently sitting down on his front porch, supposedly in deep thought at the moment. Nonetheless, the shot proceeds to continuously gain traction towards the figure, who noticeably begins to lift himself back up to a vertical base in a matter of moments. Looking over towards the nearest camera, he decides to take a deep gulp, before beginning to speak in a discerning tone.

It’s all led up to this one moment, where my future inevitably lies in the palms of my own willingness to prove my own self-worth, and only mine…

In all honesty, for an individual who has loved this sport with every fiber of his being for the past half a decade, I admittedly haven’t felt this ungodly amount of pressure — but now I can say with full certainty that feeling this specific way — it’s been undeniably worth it. No matter the predicament I’ve found myself in, or the situation that I inescapably fell into, I always refused to trail backwards on any individual occasion, and this weekend won’t be any exception. Y’see, since day one I’ve made my intentions within this promotion crystal clear, and while obstacles were bound to halt my journey to success, time and time again I promised myself that I wouldn’t become blind to the inevitable failures that will follow me on the course of this ride. Not only this — but to ensure that with my set of eyes completely open — I couldn’t make the same mistake twice. Now as I stand here this evening, awaiting arguably one of the most important bouts of my career, that ideology needs to reign true — more than ever.

He paused for a moment, and for the second time in a matter of minutes, he deemed it wise to take a deep breath, before letting out a smile of his own. Not long after doing so, he would run his fingers through his beard at a leisurely pace, before slowly trickling them back down to his side, and continuing with his designated dialogue.

Looking back in retrospect, finding a massive amount of success within the Dark Kingdom Tournament, especially in an early sense of my career — it created a clear divide between my current confidence and the reality I needed to become accustomed to. Unlike the earlier portion of my career, I wasn’t able to feel invincible, and instead I learned from my previous mistakes in this precarious life of mine — but my past success still didn’t prepare me to proceed forward, and keep my foot on the gas, but instead the exact opposite. Admittedly, my recent failures aren’t something I’m particularly fond of, but as I’ve said countless times before — I pride myself on never making the same mistake twice, and that includes failing to obtaining championship gold, which is something I unsuccessfully failed to accomplish only a little less than a month beforehand. Nonetheless, while many have deemed this to be a sense of shame, this couldn’t be further from the truth — there’s a distinct difference between a loss of dignity and the feeling of pure shame. I felt as if I wasn’t worthy of the respect of others, and that my unfortunate failure to walk out of the Gameover pay-per-view only made me seem the exact opposite of what I intended to prove, but now with a second chance directly in front of me, the only individual I can blame if I’m unable to walk out of Vindication as the Outlaw Champion — is me.

Noah takes a slight moment to soak in what he had just said to those across the world — still well aware of the importance of this weekend’s opening bout, which hasn’t been able to escape his mind since the official announcement of it. However, knowing himself extremely well, he wouldn’t want it any other way, and that’s the most inspiring part of it all. Without much hesitation to be shown, he would proceed to nod his head, before returning to his main focal point.

Without a doubt, I can fully comprehend the ramifications of this upcoming weekend, and that’s where I come to you, DT — the champion of the world. If I can be fully honest with you for a moment, you don’t have to continuously remind me of what I’ve lost in my undeniable efforts to alter my life for an exceptional cause — to finally matter in the eyes of those who matter. However, I don’t expect any kind of praise from you in the slightest, nor would I desire to acquire it in the future, because whether you feel the need to realize it or not, I’ve lived my life with a simple principle — honor or nothing. If I were to endlessly search for praise from an individual that I’ll soon be sharing the squared circle with in a presumably heated warfare — then there admittedly wouldn’t be much left to chase after. Nonetheless, let’s not ignore the obvious, shall we? You must feel a similar way as I currently do, endlessly searching for something that you might never find to begin with could be detrimental to the advancement of your career, and quite frankly — you didn’t become a champion by solely caring about validation from others, that’s simply not how this industry operates. We are both well aware of this.

Nonetheless, we both understand the risks it’ll take to be in control of our own destiny.

Even with the risks of this industry being outlined as clear as day, I still feel as if you aren’t fully understanding the definition of hunger, it comes in many forms — but it has never become nonexistent for me. Y’see, by your words alone, it seemingly seems as if you believe I can’t separate the difference between opportunity and privilege — but I NEED you to understand that ignorance doesn’t exist within this mind of mine, I’ve never admitted to being perfect in any sense, but I wouldn’t be in this position if I took any of this for granted. At the end of the day, I don’t have the ability to halt your beliefs, but it’s quite important to remember — if I’m the one to walk out with the possession that correlates with the confidence you carry, what does this leave you with? While you might feel as if my desperate actions aren’t purely derived from hunger, this couldn’t be further from the truth — this moment is all I’ve dreamed of for what has seemed like ages, and without the desire you swear with your life I don’t obtain – my chances to succeed this weekend would be slim. However, even in the slimmest of chances, there isn’t a singular moment where I’ve been able to forget where I’ve initially come from, no matter the tragedies I’ve been forced to endure, the people I’ve inevitably lost, or the promises I’ve been unable to keep, my hunger to compete has never waivered.

While I might be a man built off of kindness, that only comes from experiences filled by the opposite.

While I don’t personally understand why you’ve come to the assumption that I’m not willing to shed this current skin of mine, and return to a layer that I was once most comfortable with. However, let me be crystal clear with you once more this evening, I’ve attempted to treat others with a similar amount of respect that they’ve given me, but with the remembrance of recent events — it truly seems as if that’s only given me a specific sense of difficulty in return. In all honesty, if I need to return to my past self, simply in order to prove that I’m not an individual to be taken lightly in any degree, I’ve survived for much less — so even if it takes an ounce of blood to prove that kindness can be rewarded, even if it isn’t always existent — I’m willing to provide this. So while you may look at me as a competitor who doesn’t have a sliver of hope in proving he’s the superior individual, I want you to look into my eyes, and know that the struggles in this life aren’t exclusive to any one individual. The same struggle you spoke about in the forest, the one that could only be comparable to survival — I’ve dealt with it for longer than one could imagine, and at the end of the day, I’ll continue to march forward without a second thought.

There’s another slight pause from Noah, before he proceeds to slide his fingertips through the entirety of his lengthy hair. As well as this, an unmistakably determined look comes over the aforementioned individual, before his attention returns to the camera.

Despite that, I’ve always believed that promises are meant to be kept, so no matter the personal satisfaction that would undeniably come from a successful outing this weekend — motivation is all that will be on my mind until the bell tolls for a second time. Nonetheless, one thing I’ve noticed almost immediately is that you pretend to be an expert on each step I’m willing to take, but the truth would prove this to be nothing but fabrication, you don’t know a single thing about me. So instead of attempting to figure me out like a well-thought-out puzzle, I’d like you to take this little bit of advice to heart — perfection is impossible. While I can’t respectfully deny that you can admittedly break me apart in any manner that you deem most accessible, my last breath will prove this to be something to at least reconsider, as there’s a clear difference between the two of us, which simply cannot be denied. While you may be perfectly content with being synonymous with the factor of fear that inevitably occurs each time you step into the squared circle — but for me? This isn’t something that can haunt me, as fear has simply never been an emotion that could wreak havoc on my immediate future — and it never will be. Whether you feel confident enough to admit it or not, each time I decide to participate within this industry, my heart has always been along for the ride, and I’ve refused to let it skip a beat, let alone allow it to discontinue its beating altogether. While you might feel comfortable enough to inflict torture upon others, and unlike the rest of them, I’ll never allow fear to assume control of my mind, and by chance, allow it to affect my decision making — which is where all will fall flat for you.

Nonetheless, the advice that I’ve bestowed upon you — it obviously isn’t mandatory to take it to heart, but I want you to know that with full certainty — I’ve taken yours. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that you’ve single-handedly earned the strap that you wear so proudly across your waist, and I must put EVERYTHING I can possibly muster into this one bout, and I couldn’t agree more in all honesty. However, the fact that you truthfully believe that I’d need a single reminder to remember what stands before me at Vindication, you might need the advice a little more than me. Either way, everything you’ve built for the past several months is admittedly at risk this coming Sunday evening, and now you must remember what’s at stake, because unlike most — I can’t risk forgetting.

While you may rule the kingdom we inhabit — I’m Chicago’s Finest. It’s time to remind the world of this.

Jeff X, Alyssa Grace, DT The Ruler and Chad Ecclestone have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos September 30th 2022, 6:03 pm by **Mav.**

| HOLLYWOOD’S DEAD. | KINGDOM: VINDICATION II. |

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The camera feed slowly opened up onto the Wexford Town home of the Spartan Champion– the said championship belt stood up on a stand placed on top of a homemade bar, however, the shot picked up a figure walking in from the right—that figure, of course, being the champion himself. Long walked right behind the bar and poured himself out a pint of Cider for himself, taking a deep gulp before slamming the glass down onto the marble top of the bar.

“I had nothing but respect for you, Ecclestone.”

Three taps along his temple.

“Keyword: had.”

A chuckle soon came over Long.

“Since you had gotten here, Chad, I’ve had nothing but respect for you and what you can achieve here in OWA– I’ve said it privately, I’ve said it publicly, I’ve said it all of the damn time and throughout those many times? I was never wrong. And whilst you might not have won the Dark Kingdom Tournament as much as I’d have liked you to have done, you never allowed that to stop you, Chad. That’s a kind of mindset that I can approve of– a kind of mindset that I can get behind– because you’re not about making excuses, you’re not about hiding defeats, you’re not about any of that shit that anyone else wants to spout out of their mouths. That’s what makes you who you are—and that, Chad, is a star. You make me want to like you, Chad. You make me want to give you the world, Chad. This could’ve been nothing short of a respectable bout between two men who — whilst might have very different motives and other things — can have respect for one another in some sense of the way.

But you know what I cannot respect, Chad?

Lies.

I understand, Chad, that someone like you would wanna try to push the buttons of a man like me– more fame to your ‘Hollywood’ name, more money on my credit cards than any movie you’d push could ever do in the box office, more wealth when my name is spoken out of the lips of many. Things like those, Chad? Oh, I’m aware they’d harm that fragile self-esteem and delicate ego of yours but to show some pure and utter disrespect on my name like that, Chad? To say such horrible and foul things about me and my heritage– about where I come from and what we’ve been known to do?

I…”

He paused for a moment, finger raised up as he stopped himself from speaking further, giving himself a moment to think before bringing the finger down and then slowly drumming those same fingers along the marble countertop.

“...don’t give that much of a shit. To be as frank with you as I possibly could be, Chad, to attack where I was born and raised, to attack my nationality, to attack anything about my heritage– it’s kiiiiinda very fucking stupid upon your part, Chad. That’s not to say that you won’t do something else upon the lead into this match, Chad. I mean, I could be very much proven wrong and you won’t actually like… you know… head into a pub in my own home town, pretend like you’ve bought it out, and actually think of demolishing it. I really don’t think you’d have the balls to actually achieve such a grandeur of shallow intelligence. I have a home, here in this town, the same home that I am in right now– and I took a walk along the town and here’s where things are getting just so interesting. I’ve been hearing these rumours of this person buying out one of the pubs here- so I had to go and check it out, to see if it’s actually true and boarded up– hoping to not see it closed or anything like that, because, what good would a pub be doing open right now at this very present moment if it was closed and being prepared to be demolished?

Suffice to say, Chad, you’re full of actual bullshit.

To see you, a man like yourself, go out of your way to kindly prove yourself a point that wasn’t true– it makes me wonder what other bullshit you have let go under everyone’s noses unlike you’ve done with me. Though, I just cannot begin to fathom why’d you try to lie to me about a place that I know very well and dear to my heart. It’s concerning that you’d even try to use your ‘hollywood fame’ on me to try and obscure the truth about a town where I grew up in. Like, you have to be very seriously mentally challenged to make lies like that to ME and to try and make it believable. I mean, come on, it’s a very simple walk along the town for me to just head into Monck Street, go down to the very bottom of that street, and stand right in front of Riley’s Tavern – NOT boarded up and definitely NOT closed at all – before heading right in and asking if these rumours are true and it’s supposedly closed down for demolition purposes by some stuck-up American prick who claims to buy the place. And you know what that bar man said to me when I said it to him?

‘The fuck are you on about?’
‘Who the fuck has been saying that this place is closing?’
‘Demolition?! Has someone lost their fucking mind–’

Who would’ve fucking guessed—because I did and I kiiiiiiinda saw it coming from a mile away—but you actually lied through your teeth for the cameras, to try and prove a point that you could get away with anything because of your supposed fame and fortunes, and – here’s the real reason you did it – just to show everyone at home that you, Chad Ecclestone, can beat me. And, honestly, I have zero fucking words for you, mate. This is the kind of stupidity that I love seeing people try on me, thinking that they’d get away with anything and hope to god that I’d never ever know what they’re doing and think that, what they’re doing in front of the cameras, is nothing short of the truth.

But you did it, Chad.

You took my hometown, you tried spinning it around to your image, and then tried to pass it off as the truth that you can do anything you want because Chad Ecclestone is a ‘Hollywood’ star, made and created because of his… ‘talented’ moves.”

Long took a moment to soak in what he had just said– seriously couldn’t believe that he uttered those words out of his mouth about him and really just wants to gag at the thought of ever saying it again for the cameras, no matter what– but he shakes his head from side to side, taking a gulp from the pint glass right in front of him before slamming it back down onto the marble countertop.

“Oh and uh– the ‘Queen Elizabeth II Centre for Troubled Youths Who Were, Unfortunately, Born in Ireland: a Chad Ecclestone-funded Project for a Brighter Future’ thing? Like, sweet Jesus man. Of all the things you could’ve done to say about me– and then you went ahead and added ‘supposed plans’ for a small centre in the arsehole of the town, before finally going on and on and fucking on some more about yourself, about what YOU want to do and what YOU can – apparently – achieve for Kingdom as a whole. Which is a very unusual, and also, very fucking unoriginal idea that you’ve planted inside of your mind, Chad. I remember it like it was just a couple of months ago when someone, out of the fucking blue, decided that if they wanted to fix Kingdom– then they’d have to take me out of the picture. And, maybe you weren’t truly paying attention to the latest pay-per-view, but I believe that I absolutely fucking decimated the poor bastard because he wanted to take me out of the picture. So think about what you’re doing here, think about what has happened to so many that have stepped into the same spot as to where YOU are standing right now, Chad. You, my friend, are walking right through some treacherous waters that can only lead to one thing and it’s been done so many fucking times in the past–

Your own loss.

Your own failure.

A box-office smash? Turning into nothing more than a cheap film forgotten– and realistically, only ever seen on Hallmark every Sunday afternoon because he forgets that everything he does has been done before by so many before him. Like, I could’ve sworn that you were Nathan Fiora gone from touching young heads in the churches and fixing himself with a movie gimmick at first, but I was completely wrong when I found out that the poor bastard is still a massive nonce somewhere wherever he might be.

You should’ve taken the advice of so many before you, Chad. When someone says to stay the fuck away from me, they’re doing it for your own good– they’re doing it to protect you– because the last thing that you need at the very beginning of your career on MY BRAND and MY FUCKING SHOW is to face me and every bit of momentum you’ve been given be crushed under my foot by one stomp right to the back of your head. Nobody’s been the same after they’ve faced me– nobody has ever gone on to do better than what I’ve done after they’ve faced me—I mean, look at Krieger right now, bitching onto Donovan T for his Outlaw Championship, a title that’s a whole five steps lower than this title here—and that’s something that will remain the truth for as long as I am breathing air through my fucking lungs, Chad. Maybe then, after I’ve done what I do each and every fucking week, you can come to the realisation of so many and put the thought into your head that I am fucking untouchable and I am on another fucking level that nobody can surpass, no matter how hard that they try to do so.

Your fame, fortune, vanity—ALL OF IT—is not going to save you at Vindication. Hell, you wanna say some bullshit like fuckin’... ‘God Save The Chad’, and all that boring shite? I’m fucking glad that you think that you can be saved by God because, in my honest opinion? God’s not real, mate. He’s not real and saying shit like that is not going to help you– because if God was actually able to save you?

He’d pull you out of this match before you’d have even thought of making it.”

There’s a small chuckle that comes over Long as he grabs the pint glass and walks right out of the shot– the sound of his laugh echoing through the home before the lights begin to dim along the bar, and from there, the feed slowly faded to black.

—

Alyssa Grace, The Banshee, 'Don' Hendrix, "Killer Bee", DT The Ruler, Chad Ecclestone and Tarah Jay Nova have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos September 30th 2022, 4:23 am by **DT The Ruler**

It’s Too Hot

(In a private room at the Mondrian Doha Hotel in Doha, Qatar, DT The Ruler was shown, reading a book in a Deluxe Loft Suite; he soon rose to his feet and looked out the window)

Ah, Qatar. I haven’t been here in a while. I don’t conduct business here enough, or else I’d consider buying some property here. Nonetheless, as much as I make sure to pay close attention to the details and minutia, I believe this a good time to look at the most important parts.

So, let’s cut to the chase.

(DT The Ruler walked over to his work laptop and played a song on it; he then pulled up the OWA Twitter Page and looked at the Vindication: Week Two poster)

I love the sight of that progress, but anyhow: around 9PM Eastern Standard Time on September 28th, one somewhat financially troubled rap artist of the past named Coolio in the public was abruptly announced as dead. Said to have been discovered in his home in Los Angeles, unresponsive. 59 years old, rumored to have suffered cardiac arrest. A shame, and I say Rest In Peace to the man because in a time where more conscious and thoughtful Hip Hop music was pushed to the side for the sexually frustrated, borderline Satanic, hyper-violent racket of many others, the man was a bit lighter, bringing a sound and message that counterbalanced the call for murder and darkness and gang warfare. Like the Wu-Tang Clan, Coolio was for the children, even rapping the themes for Kenan and Kel. I know the younger generation doesn’t give much of a damn for anyone not making music today, but despite his appearance as the typical hood booger, the man at least was not an absolute degenerate. Unlike the Queen of England, the man did not live a full life nor one of luxury and I’m sure won’t be praised In the same way one Mr. Nipsey Hussle was, but still: he did bring levity and actually had a positive impact on the youth for about fifteen minutes. The man earned his stripes that way, even if for a short time and while not being the most lyrically sound or innovative. While a lot of people remember Gangsta’s Paradise the most, which was better than the movie that it was on the soundtrack for, this song that sampled Kool and the Gang is my personal favorite in his body of work.

Now, for my coming match against one Mr. Noah Kreiger, it would be disingenuous to say I dedicate my contest to the passing of that man. He is neither blood nor friend, and also: he is not part of the goal. You see, with The Ruler in OWA, my goal in this is strictly to my satisfaction 100%. I do employ many people and many dealings I embark in are to their benefit as well as mine, but I do not enter the OWA ring with upholding them in mind. This Professional Wrestling thing we do is by far one of the most selfish things a human can participate in, and there is nothing wrong with that. It just needs to be said. And Mr. Kreiger, I want you to remember that especially because what you did with insinuating that this match is more about your late trainer than about overcoming the closest thing to a combination of an Unstoppable Force and Immovable Object such as The Ruler, you put a hefty weight on your shoulders I do not believe you can handle. While I do not mind taking your desire to make your trainer proud, God rest his soul, and adding to my list of anime-esque promises ruined during my career, you should be very worried about what mentally can happen to you if you fail once again, Mr. Kreiger. If you are still capable of competing after I hurt you, that should be satisfactory enough, but to force yourself into a corner mentally with your declaration is not good news in my humble opinion. Many have lost their way for lower reasons when falling to The Ruler of Men, and you definitely should be cautious to not end up like them, Mr. Kreiger. And if you need an example of impeded progress due to absolutes declared, look no further than Mr. David Gideon Smith. While he did not leave broken physically, mentally he is at a crossroads because he did not do what he promised he would. Be very weary of extremes, Mr. Kreiger.

However, I want to address other things.

(DT The Ruler turned down the music on his work laptop)

Mr. Krieger, I want you to understand something because it seems like you don’t in a few places when it comes to facing The Ruler in the ring. The most important place is indeed with respect. I noticed you did not particularly like that I did not give you a friendly greeting, a salutation, and sign of Good Fortune like a child on Orientation Day at a school. No, no, no, no, no. Mr. Kreiger, I will applaud for coming close to doing exactly what you were supposed to do by showing some respect towards Your Superior, being myself. However, in your case, Mr. Kreiger, you NEED to understand that with regards to the street going the other direction: respect is earned- not defaulted- and in your case, it is earned in the ring when you face me, not due to past circumstances. The moment, however, you decided to bring up my situation at Game Over without proper context is when you showed your insolence. Despite not leaving as Double Champion, Mr. Kreiger- and mostly due to Mr. Jack Daito, a lead pipe, and a scrawny KPOP vampire’s inability to foresee a possible attack from someone he’s been developing bitter feelings for- I STILL AM ONE, and in regards to that Championship match’s results: I don’t even worry too much about it. Absolutely I would have loved to make history right then and there, but I do not shed tears or impersonate Quentin Jackson at a door because no one needs to see or hear sappy bullshit! I am many things in Professional Wrestling, but most importantly I am a competitor, and unlike many others that do not immediately secure the next brass ring in the ladder climb, I don’t sweat as heavy because I KNOW that an OWA World Championship will come in due time.

In regards to you, though: you initially received the right amount of attention for surviving that Fear Factor Tournament, one where that roided wilder beast, TITAN, seemed to be on the verge of winning, but one thing you need to take note is that at the end of the day, you won CONTENDERSHIP, not a title. Not two titles. you won a chance to fight for one. And we know what happened there, Mr. Kreiger.

You do not get praise from me while on the journey, while still earning your stripes, as I am not a trainer. It’s almost as if you expected The Ruler to praise you for getting to the Trial-and-Error phase of an experiment, and we all know very few people pay attention to anything but the end results, Mr. Kreiger. You know it, and I know it. All the training and theorizing and hypothesizing means little if you don’t deliver, and there’s a VERY GOOD CHANCE you fail again. It’s apparent you missed the fact that I told you that this business is very much like a Marathon, and that’s unfortunate you glanced over it because I can sense how hasty and desperate you are growing to become in order to come up big somewhere. The Johnny-come-lately mentality is the type of thinking I’d expect from the audience, but a competitor? No, Mr. Kreiger; you know better than that. But since you decided to make this title match not about overcoming The Ruler in a match but about something you believe is higher: remember to Keep That Same Energy coming to the ring like one Laker said to his naysayers before failing to make the Playoffs, Mr. Kreiger, because if the thought of making your trainer proud transcends attempting to defeat Yours Truly in your mind, be my guest. Use that as motivation. But be prepared to disappoint again.

Despite that...

Believe it or not, Mr. Noah Kreiger, I do have a level of respect for competitors willing to go the extra mile to win. Those that can legitimately go the distance against The Ruler do gain something. But one thing I notice about you, Mr. Kreiger, is that while you do seem desperate, you don’t seem desperate enough. You are taking on a heavy burden coming into this ordeal, Mr. Kreiger, and I’m sure you’ll get some sympathy from the audience members in Qatar. But you are not showing the type of hunger that can compete with The Ruler for a Championship. Not win, by the way, but at least try. By your words alone, Mr. Noah Kreiger, I can at least say you are a very good man. A Nice Guy. But I don’t see the type of competitor that stands a chance. I don’t sense the type of rabid animal that can stand toe-to-toe with me; I don’t see the dog in you. The type of animal I sense is a very wounded one, whimpering as it struggles to survive in the forest. I don’t hear a man willing to go so hard that he throws away honor mid-way if need be, like I saw in Mr. Alejandro De Leon of Cartel fame. I don’t see the fiery rage that fueled others against The Ruler like I saw in Mr. Michael Bishop. I don’t even hear enough of an attempt at disregard that I heard in Mr. David Gideon Smith.

And yet: those men did not put The Ruler down like they said they would.

Simply because they couldn’t.

So, Mr. Noah Kreiger, I will tell you once more that despite what happened at Game Over to me, what happened to you at Game Over was much worse. You need to at least show you can make me break a sweat because I know going into this match, I can definitely break you in half, both in body and spirit. I see you right now, looking towards a fallen associate, and it tells me you’re not ready to take someone like me to their limit, Mr. Kreiger. Instead, it appears you still have a lot to learn and lot of development to go through. You need to come to the next event ready to give your all, to fight like your last breaths are on the line. Because what you revealed is that circumstances are Too Hot for you. Similar to the Coolio song, the situation your progress is entangled in is indeed breaking the surface, making you question yourself and leaving things pretty tense. Like Gordon Liu’s character in Clan of the White Lotus, you’re going to have to step to The Master with everything you can muster in your arsenal.

But no matter, because your Master and Ruler will defeat you anyway.

(DT The Ruler took a deep breath and then pulled up the poster for Vindication: Week Two again, eyeing himself on it with a smile on his face)

Jeff X, Alyssa Grace, The Banshee, "Killer Bee", Felix Hartley and Chad Ecclestone have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos September 29th 2022, 7:29 pm by Guest

ええ、あなたとあなたの友達、10歳
列の後ろにこっそりブナナット
土曜日に市場で売る
迷路で女の子と迷子になるハロウィーン
通り過ぎる車に穂軸を投げる
保安官が出てきて隠れて笑う
そして太陽を祈って、雨を祈って
おばあちゃんが作ってくれたマフィンに祈りを込めて
トラックのトウモロコシ、畑のトウモロコシ
密造酒の底にあるトウモロコシ
やかんにとうもろこし、フライパンにとうもろこし
水差しに入ったトウモロコシ
鶏にはとうもろこし、鹿にはとうもろこし
この辺で見渡す限りのトウモロコシ
農夫の日焼けしたカーハートの帽子をかぶってフェンスに寄りかかる
言って、「男、そのすべてのトウモロコシを見てください」
ええ、すべてのトウモロコシ、mm
ええ、なぜあなたがそれを愛しているのも不思議ではありません
あなたはそれでいっぱいの納屋であなたの最初のキスをしました
初めてビールを飲み、ギターを弾くことを学んだ
テールゲートバーのあるターンローパーティーで
農夫の娘とジョンディアの男
お金を貯めて、彼女の手に指輪をはめて
今、あなたはシルバークイーン以上のものを育てています
夢の畑のそばの小さな農家で
トラックのトウモロコシ、畑のトウモロコシ
密造酒の底にあるトウモロコシ
やかんにとうもろこし、フライパンにとうもろこし
水差しに入ったトウモロコシ
鶏にはとうもろこし、鹿にはとうもろこし
この辺で見渡す限りのトウモロコシ
オハイオ川からノーザンプラットまで
すべてのハイウェイ、バイウェイ
ねえ、あのとうもろこしを見て
すべてのそのトウモロコシ
ええ、あなたが穴に投げ込む袋の中のトウモロコシ
ポールの端にフックのトウモロコシ
映画で出てきたトウモロコシがバケツに
まず育てなきゃ、摘まなきゃ、シャットアウトしなきゃ
トラックのトウモロコシ、畑のトウモロコシ
密造酒の底にあるトウモロコシ
やかんにとうもろこし、フライパンにとうもろこし
水差しに入ったトウモロコシ
鶏にはとうもろこし、鹿にはとうもろこし
この辺で見渡す限りのトウモロコシ
この曲を最初のように終わらせる
Cで始まりNで終わる
トウモロコシ
ええ、すべてのトウモロコシ
トウモロコシ

Re: OWA Promos September 29th 2022, 10:13 am by **Noah Krieger**

KINGDOM— PROMO #1 | CLOSER THAN EVER BEFORE.

The scene begins showing Chicago’s Finest himself kneeling down in front of the aging headstone. With that being said, he embodied a form of depression and regret that only a few still openly showcased within this sport. Notably enough, under both of Noah’s eyelids, a dual-set of bags proceeded to form, as he continuously rubbed them out of pure exhaustion. Not only this, but visible tears began to trail down his cheeks, clearly signifying the despair he’s trapped inside for longer than one could imagine, until he almost immediately wiped them away. For what felt like a lifetime, Noah stared directly at the aforementioned gravestone, before it slowly started to vanish, and as it did — a high-pitched piercing scream could be heard loud and clear! As this action continued, the video feed transitioned back to reality, where Noah Krieger was abruptly awoken, specifically drenching in sweat as he is seen doing so.

As he manages to catch his breath, he slowly lifts himself up from the lying position that he once found himself in, only being able to hear the distant cries of his past-self. Upon understanding that time is relative has been quite important for Chicago’s Finest, and when you eventually comprehend that there simply isn’t enough time to waste it, the dreams that were once lost — they become crystal clear. These ideologies have brought Noah to this moment, and prompts him to lift himself off of his bed, and to the solid floor, where he finally begins to speak in a propitious manner for the time being.

CHRIS WASHINGTON
Loving Father, Husband, and Friend
“Trainer To All”

April 14th, 1966 | June 24th, 2017

As if it’s ever been questioned, I’ve guided my career on a consistent path of where I believed my career was destined to be led to, and never allowed myself to teeter away from the aspired course — and I’ve yet to break this promise of mine. However, from the beginning, it was made abundantly clear that I wouldn’t be allowed to travel on a straight and narrow path, that nothing involving this unforgiving industry could be described as painless — and that couldn’t be more true than at this very moment. In all honesty, I don’t personally believe that it can be denied that since my initial start of my career within OWA, I’ve been tested to my utter limit — and no matter the predicament I’ve been forced to face — I’ve made it out the other side. No matter the picture any other individual attempts to paint about me, it doesn’t take away from the fact that I’ve sacrificed my body countless times in order to prove that I belong, and even after obtaining the title of ‘Dark Kingdom Tournament Winner’ — it still seems as if it isn’t enough to prove my point.

I failed you when it mattered the most… again.

It shouldn’t be a stretch when I say that the past month or so has been rather difficult, especially considering that my one opportunity to make the past half a decade worth it was unfortunately wasted, and I felt a sense of failure that I’ve had the luxury of only feeling once before, but like anything else in this life — there’s a much bigger part to this story. Y’see, as an adolescent child, I always felt as if a void had been placed within my life, and without any inkling of love to fill it — it was only a matter of time before the feeling of loneliness proceeded to take control over my mind. I couldn’t help but to feel a sense of hopelessness, but that all started to be altered once I officially decided to join this line of work. I instantly fell in love with the sport, and with my trainer sticking by my side at any cost — I couldn’t help but to feel a sense of invincibility. However, what many fail to realize is you’re only able to believe you’re invincible as long as you manage to obtain a shield — but some of us aren’t lucky enough to maintain one.

I couldn’t navigate who I was without him — and it cost me everything…

It’s almost as if it happened moments ago, I’m able to remember it almost perfectly — and after putting absolutely everything into making my sacrifices for this sport mean something, it didn’t matter. On the exact day of my first opportunity at the World Championship, back in Chicago — the only individual who ever believed in me had been taken from me, and in the blink of an eye — I was simply only left with myself. As one may expect, I didn’t leave that night with anything other than sadness and regret. I felt as if I failed him on his first night away from his planet, and half a decade later… nothing has changed. Many have failed to realize why my defeat at Gameover destroyed me from within — but now, hopefully you can understand as to why it was quite difficult to push forward after failing to return to him with a token of my appreciation, the ONE thing will finally make him proud — a championship belt.

I refuse to visit him until I have it, and now… I’ve been given one more chance.

That’s where the silhouette of the champion comes into the picture, it’s truly a pleasure to meet you, DT. Nonetheless, it doesn’t seem as if you share the same sentiments for me, but allow me to make one singular thing crystal clear — the success that you’ve acquired in this given calendar year will eventually fall into place for its inevitable conclusion, but my unwavering refusal to shatter a promise can only end when I decide I’ve made amends to successfully do so. Since the very moment I laid my eyes on you, I could instantly hear the blind confidence that you’ve clearly embodied for quite some time now — but don’t mistake me for a blind fool, either. No matter what you tend to believe, if I didn’t deserve to be classified as the winner of this year’s Dark Kingdom Tournament — then I wouldn’t be, it’s as simple as that. Let’s not act foolish, shall we? You must be aware that I’ve reached this stage of my career — not because I’ve allowed my opposition to enter my mind in an dishonest manner, but rather to set my eyes on what I’ve wanted for what genuinely seems like ages — and achieving it.

No matter the limit, no matter the cost…

Without stretching the truth to any regard, I honestly put my body through unimaginable torture, all in order to prove I belong with some of the finest talent in the world. However, in attempting to do so, I’ve been forced to deal with an ungodly amount of disrespect by most, with the rest simply pretending that doesn’t change the landscape of this promotion — and my accomplishments are nothing to be admired over. However, the fact of the matter remains the same — I deserve everything I’ve been able to achieve thus far within OWA, and no matter who decides to disagree — it simply doesn’t matter, I’ll continue pushing through. On the other hand, I’ll repeat my sentiments of last week, you’ve become an unstoppable force within this industry, and especially this promotion — but even with the dominance that has become synonymous with your championship reign, it still doesn’t take away from what must be accomplished in spite of it. While you might believe that I’m attempting to be successful off of your own efforts, that couldn’t be further from the truth, this has absolutely nothing to do with you — you only currently obtain the possession that I need to make amends for my recent failures, to ensure that I still belong, and most importantly — to feel confident enough to return to him. And while success seems to never fade away from your grasp, you still refuse to understand why finding it is more important than maintaining it. While failure will never truly sting for you, simply due to you never being forced to return to a world where you aren’t the center of importance. However, as for me? I’ve never had the luxury of living this kind of life, nor would I ever desire to have it. I’ve been forced to scratch and claw for absolutely everything in this life, and this weekend will be no different — because it isn’t just for me, it’s for him too. Returning to him is all I’ve wanted for a long time, and I won’t allow that dream to blow up in smoke once again, and unlike you, I simply have too much to lose this time around.

I once told a former adversary of mine that I'd save this promotion from him, but now?
I must save myself from any further infliction of my own self-torture.

For far too long, I’ve loomed in the background, dreaming of the day that I had something to bring back to him — to prove that our time together wasn’t a complete waste of time. Many might allude to the cup I obtained a little over a month ago — but it wasn’t enough in the slightest. I need more to prove myself to him. And maybe to some degree I need to prove myself to you, but if one thing is for certain, it’s that I don’t embody a sliver of delusion within this body of mine, but I also won’t shy away from the truth, which is something you seem way too keen on ignoring. While it’s arguable that you’re correct to a certain degree, and more specifically, that the loss to Jason Long stung more than most could imagine, I also must understand that losses are a realistic part to this sport we all share love for. While you may feel invincible to those who aren’t lucky enough to have obtained a similar amount of success as you before, what you fail to realize is that you won’t meet an individual with more heart and spirit than me, who desires to achieve what you’ve already successfully accomplished. While many of us don’t feel it’s acceptable to accept defeat, we soon will learn that in this unique craft of ours — realizing that our natural downfalls are a sake of normality, our way of thinking will transform into something greater than ourselves.

However, you seem to not be able to comprehend this at all, not out of pure ignorance, but for a lack of care — so let me take this moment to remind you. While my career hasn’t been able to follow a linear path, neither has yours. Most notably, you failed to continue your dominant undertaking of this promotion at Gameover — and couldn’t realize your potential of becoming a double champion, and while the two of us failed to find the bright light at the end of the tunnel, my purpose at its conclusion couldn’t be more clear — but for you? I don’t believe it’s that simple. With that being said, you can walk into our highly-awaited encounter with an abundance of confidence, but the fact of the matter still remains the same — your constant refusal to understand not only how long I’ve waited for this moment, but as well as how much it truly means to me will undeniably cost you.

You’ve admittedly blown past the competition for months and months, and have had one of the most memorable reigns in recent memory, but once competition becomes key — we no longer have the luxury of waiting for our moment to arise — which is why waiting any longer isn’t an option. Both of our failures have been showcased out in the open, and while neither of us will be able to forget our individual ordeals, this is an opportunity to not exactly erase the past, but to move forward towards a brighter future — and to be the one to dethrone you after months of terror — it couldn’t be more perfect.

I’ll see you soon, champion.

Jeff X, Alyssa Grace, DT The Ruler and Chad Ecclestone have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos September 29th 2022, 3:12 am by **Raivo**

(Raivo’s voice can be heard over a vignette of melted gold dropping over a statue as it begins to cover the entire thing in it.)

Perfection is something that comes only once for people when they are put into a position they are not yet ready for. Perfection is something so many strive for, so many people say they got, and so many fail to actually prove it was a part of their person. Perfection is a statement, a bill only few can pay, and out of those few you get people able to cash it in at opportune moments. That’s because perfection in itself is a skill set. It is something you can hone and something you can, well perfect, it is something you have to take years to do.

(Once the statue is covered in gold, Raivo steps out from behind it.)

But perfection is boring. Perfection doesn’t bring the excitement that raw talent can bring. Perfection is something that is manufactured, fake, and overall a disappointment once the newest version of what it means to be perfect comes out. It’s like the newest iPhone, the newest computer, it can and will always be obsolete within the next few days for something that can then be called perfect. Now why do I bring this up. Well because look at me. Look at Raivo, a physical specimen that is light years ahead of the talent. People look at what I do in awe because they know they can never do better than the original model. You have pretenders, copycats who try to mimic, mock the original only to fucking fall flat on to their faces in complete and utter failure. And when that happens I am always there to laugh and point at their fucking faults because thats what the original does. The original is always the blueprint, but when the original has no faults, that’s where those that want to BE the original fail. Because the biggest thing about copycats and mimics is that what they want to copy they want to add their own flair to it, they want to add something the original didn’t have so that when people look at it they are drawn in by this new feature. But for me, there are no flaws, there is nothing wrong with what I do because as the Original, I always strive to make sure that flaws are not a part of my game plan. I’m not perfect, I am what you can call complete.

You see Raivo knows that to claim to be Authentic is a heavy task not suited for those who feel as if they need to completely revamp their look or to always update something about themselves every time they see something new they want to incorporate. When they do that, they’re not being Authentic, they are not being who they know they are because they know that person is not going to make it in the world in which they find themselves in. That’s what being Authentic is about, and that’s what Raivo is about. Because Raivo knows who he is, Raivo has always known that. And there is nothing Raivo needs to take from anyone else because if he did then Raivo wouldn’t be who he truly is. And what would happen to OWA if Raivo can’t be who he is? What would happen to their fucking shows if Raivo had to add things to him to make himself something else? Well you would start seeing more second rate work is what would happen. Raivo isn’t about secondhand work, and Raivo would never let people think Raivo has lost a step. You see that’s what I bring. Authentic isn’t just my nickname, Authentic isn’t just the status I intend to keep. Authentic is Raivo, Raivo is Authentic, when you slap my name on something you know you’re going to be getting exactly what is advertised, you know you’re going to be getting everything that is said you’re going to be getting. Because that’s just what I do. That’s my whole thing. And it’s funny how so many people want to take me for granted because I’ve seen what they do. I’ve seen what they’ve tried to do to make sure that they are next level and guess what motherfuckers, it’s always some shit Raivo has done. Because people want to be me so bad, people want to fucking knock this smirk off my face because they want to be what I am to myself. People always say they are getting the real version of themselves but when pushed to the limit what do we see all the time? We see a mask come off, we see a new shade that no one has ever seen before, and these people still want to talk about how they’re the fucking real deal or that they someone who is always they said they are. It’s some fucking back pedeling shit that makes me mad because it’s the same shit that Raivo gets accused of.

People accuse Raivo of not being true to himself or being the Authentic Raivo, that is always claimed to be. Bitch, I never once said I don’t fight dirty. Bitch, I never once said I play by the rules. You want to know what I’ve said in the past before bitch its this. Raivo Wins, Raivo Fights, and Raivo Fucking Sells. When you fight Raivo, you are gonna get every fucking thing thrown at you. You people have forgotten about that, you people have forgotten who your true daddy is and now he is here to remind you of that fucking fact. It’s been a minute removed from Game Over and people already think they can talk their shit when I don’t even know them. So now I’m going to have to educate and elucidate these sons of bitches so that they finally remember who they are dealing with and who they are going to be needing to send all their fucking gratitude toward.

Jacob Striker. I want to tell you straight up because you are a person who likes taking shit full frontal. But you bore me. My man, like I don’t know what bored me more, the presumed notion that you’ve not heard of Raivo, or this fucking fullsend of you threatening to bloody me. Look, Jacob, I’ve dealt with dumbasses like you before, and I’ve certainly gotten into more difficult scrapes then you have as well. Hell, just by going by your tone if you fought MYOJIN I can def see you bloodying the twink within an inch of his life, but me, no, no, no. Because Raivo don’t bleed unless necessary. Raivo only bleeds when he faces someone who can make him bleed. And with due respect to Bishop, even after everything me and him put each other through, you are not that guy. You are not anyone to ME, and you will never be anyone to me. Because let me get one thing across this and if you take anything from what I say Jacob, I want you to take this. You are irrelevant to a guy like me. You don’t move a needle to what I can accomplish. If after you lose you plan to still be someone here, then that’s kudos to you, but after this match I plan to never have you on my path ever again. The level you are on is so beneath me that when I saw this match card, I had the mind to go to Oasis and tell him I deserve better. That was well before I decided if I made another talent realize how inferior they were, well that’s a bigger message then trying to get a new person to fight. Look Jacob Common Name, you are just a fucking alternate skin for every fucking white person with a brawler/extreme fighting back ground. You all got the same fucking face that I can already see the mediocrity rising and it’s giving all these fucking marks a boner. Jacob, I already don’t like you because you’re an example of a fucking problem this company has. Regurgitating the same fucking person like they pressed random on a custom character sheet, gave you a name, and decided you was ready for once. But you’re just some random, and just some person who always says he’s going to bloody and brings out some underlying trait in a person but in actuality if you even make me break a sweat you’ll have done something more than anyone else I’ve faced. Hell I’m not going to lie when I saw your name I thought to myself I had already beaten you before but that was this schmutz Jacob Knight. People like you are all this amalgamation, this fucking creation of just meat. You don’t matter in my path is what I’m trying to say. If you did I would remember you, or would take an effort to actually know something about you. But even then that was a hard thing for me to do because you are not original. You are someone who has said the same tired things and has always made a point to be the same tired mark. You are nothing to me Jacob, and while I like this conversation I know you are not bringing anything to my match. Because no one is coming for Jacob Striker I’ll tell you right now. Whatever fame, whatever you did in OWT, you are not going to be recognized for that. Nah you’ll just be recognized as the fucking little bitch white boy who got shown the door again. Just another victim to promote For The Minorities once again. And honestly that would make me feel bad if it was just pathetic. You deserve pity, but I’m too fucking disgusted to look at this pathetic piece of shit to give it. Jacob I want you to know, that the outcome of this isn’t your fault, it’s the fault of Oasis and them thinking that you were something that could give me competition. It’s their fault but I have to send my message somehow so I’m gonna use you, I’m gonna break you, and I’m gonna make sure everyone sees why me and DT deserve more than what they gave us.

Can’t you see I’m tired Oasis. We are tired. DT is tired. These “threats” you keep sending us are not enough anymore Oasis. I want you to know that because it’s going to be a bloodbath. DT is going to demolish Noah and show why he rules. Raivo is going to steamroll this fucking youngblood and show you why you need to stop fucking with us and give us what we want. For the Minorities is more than these fucking small fries yet we keep getting these to be thrown at us? These cookie cutter copies of one another and OWA feels the need to keep throwing them at us and for what reason? We already shown you that For The Minorities is here to stay, and that our message will not end until you finally give us something to fucking satisfy us. Just one title shot is not enough. Nah we about to run this shit one day, Oasis. It’s just a matter of if you’re going to hand it to us or if we gonna have to dismantle your “Frontline” again and show them why they bitchmade. Because Noah Krieger, Jacob Striker, they irrelevant. They not bumps in this fucking road they just fucking flies and we gonna dominate them quick. We need more, we deserve more, and if you’re not willing to supply us with more, then we’ll take more. Believe that, and hear my warning because I ain’t gonna say it again. When you give us what we deserve, when you finally give us what we have worked our asses for, you’ll realize that you should have done so a long time ago. Believe Raivo.

Alyssa Grace, DT The Ruler and Chad Ecclestone have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos September 27th 2022, 3:04 pm by **Chad Ecclestone**

SEASON FIVE - EPISODE SIX
GOD SAVE THE CHAD

An exterior shot of a pub in Wexford, Ireland. The sign above the door reads ‘Riley’s Tavern’, but the entrance is shuttered with wooden boards. A stage stands in front of the building, and members of a security detail mill about with reporters waiting patiently. Stepping into the shot is Chad Ecclestone, his arrival accompanied by a symphony of flashes from the assembled photographers, as bright white bursts of light reflect off the lenses of the pricey Cartier sunglasses that he wears... despite the gray skies that hang overhead. With a grin and a wave, he steps up to the podium and addresses the crowd.

“Good afternoon, everyone, I’m here to...”

He trails off immediately, tilting his head back and sniffing the air in an overblown, theatrical manner.

“Does anyone else smell that?”

There’s a few murmurs from the crowd, as they look at each other in mild confusion.

“No, no, I don’t mean the piss, shit and vomit. We’re in Ireland, so that’s to be expected... there’s something else...”

Moments pass as he continues to sniff loudly.

“Ah. I’ve figured it out,” he says suddenly, snapping his fingers and lowering his eyes to look at the reporters once again.

“The winds of fortune are blowing. The scent of a change hangs heavy in the foggy air of this shithole island. A shift in the zeitgeist, if you will. I’ve come here today to proclaim that I have had enough of the malaise which strangles our modern world. I’ve had enough of the suffocating boredom which crushes the hopes and dreams of children who want, more than anything, a true showman to help them forget about the immense, all-consuming cloud of mediocrity that has fallen over this entire world.”

“Wexford Town, a depressing relic to the past that suffocates the life out of every poor soul born within its borders. Omega Wrestling Alliance, a sickening monument to everything wrong with society today. Dark times, indeed, my friends. Fortunately, one man stands ready, willing, and able to change things for the better. That’s me, in case you were wondering. I’m that man. It is with that goal in mind that I have come here, to announce my purchase and pending demolition of not only this tavern, but this entire city block. To what end, you ask? Allow me to enlighten you...”

Chad whistles, and two assistants appear behind him, each holding an opposite end of a massive placard that shows an artist’s rendition of a gigantic building on this very street. It’s a massive, gaudy thing, adorned with flagpoles flying countless Union Jacks. There’s even a mural of Queen Elizabeth, Margaret Thatcher and Oliver Cromwell on the front of the building. Chad lets out a long, low whistle of appreciation.

“Beautiful, isn’t it? Behold, the concept drawing for the upcoming ‘Queen Elizabeth II Center for Troubled Youths Who Were, Unfortunately, Born in Ireland: a Chad Ecclestone-funded Project for a Brighter Future’. And no, I’m not open to suggestions on changing the name, so don’t even ask. That’s set in stone. Now, you may be curious what inspired me to choose this abysmal town to uplift, and it’s rather simple: Jason Long, Wexford’s own wayward son. A man who, local folklore states, was birthed in a dingy alleyway behind a tavern not unlike this one behind me. A man who grew up in what I assume to be abject poverty, perhaps even a broken home. I couldn’t be bothered to research all that. A man whose past has been nothing short of troubled. Criminal charges. Drug addiction. And, perhaps most tragically of all, the Irish curse of being an alcoholic sub-6’0” manlet with erectile dysfunction. Now, I’ll admit that it may be too late for Jason to do anything with his life, but I refuse to sit idly by while the children born in Wexford today are doomed to follow in his footsteps.”

“And I don’t plan on stopping here, ladies and gentlemen. This afternoon, I've announced my plans to change the face of Wexford. Next episode of Kingdom, it’ll be OWA’s turn for an upgrade. You see, I have a dream... a dream that one day, this so-called ‘sport’ of professional wrestling finally collapses under the burden of its own degeneracy and senseless violence. A dream that, in its place, a new, thrilling spectacle might emerge... something that combines the athleticism of MMA with the sheer drawing power and stunning magnificence of a Chad Ecclestone picture. I call it... sports entertainment. And, like everything else in life, I do this for the decent, innocent men and women who deserve something better than what this world has to offer them.”

“I’ve tried to achieve this goal in other ways. To sate my thirst for sweet vengeance – I mean, to accomplish my quest for justice – by damaging the wrestling industry from the outside, using my immense media platform to bring to light steroid scandals, to expose the chauvinistic culture that flourishes amongst the roster, and to drag the shadowy, questionable locker room sex acts out into the harsh light of day, for all to see and be horrified by. But none of that worked to topple the establishment as I had hoped. It became clear, then, that I would have to do it from within the belly of the beast. Like that story from the Bible. You know the one, with the whale or whatever.”

“As I was saying... it’s time for me to expose the sport and its paper tiger ‘champions’ as nothing more than frauds, fake tough guys who are only a fraction as talented or competent as they claim to be. Men who wouldn’t last a day in my shoes, with the attention of the world on them, just waiting for them to slip up. And yet, despite the fact that I am objectively a better person than my ‘comrades’ within OWA, everyone on the roster has looked down on me from the very second I walked through those doors backstage. And you know what? It’s alright. In a way, I’m glad none of them have taken me seriously as the credible threat that I truly am. With every win, I hear the whispers and shit-talk get quieter and less emphatic, as all those idiots slowly come to realize that I’m a bigger draw, a more charismatic speaker, and... yes... even a better wrestler. That includes Jason Long, the man who calls himself the ‘Spartan King’ despite not being Greek. Cultural appropriation at its worst, am I right? Oh, and while we’re on the topic of that belt he carries around so proudly...”

“I don’t want the Spartan Championship for myself, Jason. I’m not like you. I’m not some greedy, petty, grasping fool who needs pats on the back and gold around the waist to feel better about myself. I’m not some arrogant goof who thinks he’s God’s gift to wrestling, without the track record to prove it. That’s not me, fam. That’s you. I’m something else, something better, something more inclusive and noble. I will truly be a People’s Champion. A stalwart crusader for the common man, dead-set on re-shaping Kingdom in my own image... into something that is actually entertaining to normal, hard-working Americans, instead of the basement-dwelling incels who salivate over lame in-ring acrobatics and 40-minute matches. Either that, or I’ll destroy the entire company trying. I haven’t really decided yet, we’ll have to see how it goes. I’m fine with either, really.”

“I understand that Jason didn’t have a lot of opportunities as a child. That, combined with his unfortunate height and hideous facial hair, has made him the cautionary tale that he is today. But I get it, I really do: as a youth born into this kind of hellish environment, he never really had a chance. I’m sure professional wrestling looked, to him, like the only way he could ever ‘get out the hood’, as they say. Well, he had a decent run. Five years, more or less. And while I’d love to say his career has already peaked, that would be a lie. Because it hasn’t. How could it, when he hasn’t even faced the one legitimate star in the entire fucking sport yet? So, Mr. Long, you miserable fuck... get ready to peak on the next episode of Kingdom, when you step into the ring with a talent the likes of which you’ve never even imagined. The self-proclaimed King of Wrestling versus the undisputed King of Hollywood. A match for the ages. But don’t worry, little guy, I’ll make sure the crowd goes home entertained. All you’ve got to worry about is what you plan on doing after I pull that strap from your clawed Irish hands. Might I suggest retirement?”

“I have one last message. Not for Jason Long, or the residents of this pissant little town in the middle of fucking nowhere. No, this message is for Scott Oasis,” says Chad, his voice taking on a dire, serious tone as he stares directly into the nearest camera, pointing an index finger at his own steely expression. “Take a good look, Scotty boy. Really drink it in. Because you’re looking at the new face of not just the Kingdom brand, but your entire fucking company. That’s right, it’s not Noah Krieger. It’s not Michael Bishop. It’s not DT the Based God, or Jacob Senn, or even that well-dressed, lovable rapscallion Remington Ivory Prescott. It’s me. Whether you like it or not, I’m bringing OWA into a new era. Kicking and screaming, if it comes to that. I know you know what’s best for business, and I know that's why you've booked me to wrestle on both weeks of ‘Vindication’. Smart move, but don’t think you can just use me for the inevitable ratings bump that my name carries with it. This isn’t a one-sided bargain, asshole. I’ll save your little company from folding under the weight of its own talentless roster, but I have my own motives for doing so. And that’s the biz, brother... like my father always said, it’s-”

Before he can finish his speech, a loud bang emanates from inside the boarded-up bar. Chad looks annoyed at the interruption, craning his neck just in time to witness the wooden planks blocking the tavern’s door come flying loose with a mighty kick from within. A hush falls over the crowd, as a figure from Chad’s past steps out into the grayness of the Wexford afternoon, wearing the traditional Irish outfit of an ill-fitting football jersey and freshly-pissed trousers

“Not so fast, yeh fahhhhhhhhking American bahstahhhhrd,” the man slurs, wielding a cudgel in one hand and a pint of stout in the other.

One journalist in particular – a chubby, short, cowboy hat wearing American – shouts loud: “BAH GAWD! IT’S LIAM NEESON WITH THE COSH! BUT WHOSE SIDE IS HE ON?”

Forgetting about his press conference, Chad turns away from the podium and waves off his security who are already moving to intercept the drunken, washed-up Irish actor threatening their boss.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my old nemesis, Liam Neeson. I thought you’d learned your lesson last time, when I crushed you – and that pedestrian ‘Taken’ movie – in the box office returns!”

Neeson laughs, shaking his head as he finishes the pint in his left hand, tossing the glass aside to shatter on the sidewalk as he approaches Chad, swinging that cosh menacingly.

“Not bloody likely, Chad! That’s my fahking secret, innit? Us Irish never learn!”

A battlecry escapes Liam’s alcohol-moistened lips as he charges forward. Chad removes his sunglasses and places them in his pocket, spreading his arms to either side as he awaits this battle to the death. Split-seconds before Liam crashes into the Hollywood Icon of OWA, the camera feed cuts to static briefly, quickly being replaced with a generic screen that displays the phrase:

TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES: PLEASE STAND BY

Alyssa Grace, The Banshee, DT The Ruler, Felix Hartley and marielacorriveau have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos September 27th 2022, 8:20 am by **DT The Ruler**

The "Queen" is Dead

(With the OWA Outlaw Championship visible on his desk in its display case, DT The Ruler is in the United States once again for business, temporarily stopping by his Hartford, Connecticut office to check on operations there before traveling to Qatar. He stands by the window of his office, holding a recent edition of The New York Times in hand, stopping at a section about the Royal Family of England)

I know I’m late to the party. I don’t always talk about these types of people because I have other business to take care of, but this time: I’ll give it a minute of attention. I know everyone’s aired out their personal feelings, created their poorly photoshopped memes and low-brow TikToks and typed out their emotions on other platforms that serve the purpose of being a small-brain echo chamber. (DT The Ruler took a deep breath before continuing) Some even took it upon themselves to try and force those outside Europe to acknowledge and grieve that woman dying the way she did, despite living what many would consider a full life.

A very privileged, full life.

(DT The Ruler walked over to his desk, first eyeing the OWA Outlaw Championship belt, and then sitting down and then putting the newspaper in the trash bin near him. He then sat in a Thinking Pose for a moment and spoke again)

You see, my family is of Jamaican descent; my parents were born on the island and came to this country as hardworking, educated young adults. Poor, but they paid their dues, rarely asked for handouts and worked hard everyday of their lives. And I know from talking to them in their old age that their feelings about that wicked witch were not favorable. The worst part about it is when they revealed there are Government shills in that very country attempting to force the people there to mourn the death of that rotted Gremlin; I bet if you splashed her with water while she was around, she would’ve started burning. It’s already unusual enough that the United States, a country that loves to profess and propagate Democracy continue to cover and propagate...a monarchy. I know why they do, but that for a different conversation. But you have to wonder: why should anyone outside their country care about that monster and the demon spawn that are left to continue that regime’s dealings? The coverage of who is king and what the princes do and which malnourished Beckys they knock down and throw on top of magazines with 20 lbs. of makeup: The Ruler has no reason to care much like a majority of the human population. It’s bad enough there were a bunch of brainless hoodrats speaking for Megan Markle due to her questionable lineage and her “mistreatment”, but to believe that these worthless demons should get media coverage and airtime for merely existing is ridiculous. We don’t need to know their every move. We don’t know how they feel. Yet and still, they find ways to shove their existence down people’s throats.

That’s where I go to you, Mr. Noah Kreiger.

January 2022. I returned to this business after being gone for years. Mr. Stark gets a lucky win. Mr. Ali Gory two weeks later spits some putrid mist in the eyes of his Superior and escapes with his life. After those instances that occurred to a former World Champion, to a man whose overcast landscapes with fear in their heart, The Ruler was not given time to speak about a temporary setback. I was not given interview time to express disappointment or anger or frustration. And it should not be expected of men in general.

But you were.

Like that savage with a “crown” from England, you were given time and attention that not even Mr. Raivo was able to get without sneaking it in after being in a World Title match on Pay-Per-View. You were allowed space on Kingdom to air out your grievances after coming up short in a big way since you started decently here, along with winning the Fear Factor Tournament, which can all be argued to be to your detriment, because sometimes when Professional Wrestlers- or athletes in general- come in and start higher than they should, gaining wins that they arguably don’t deserve or should not have gotten over better talents, there’s a good chance one loss or hindrance can ruin their perception of reality. Despite people today having the mentality of “now or never”, many aspects of life are indeed a marathon and not a relay race. And unfortunately, reality struck you on Pay-Per-View, where the lights are brightest for this business, Mr. Noah Kreiger. That little bitch you faced, Mr. Jason Long, stuck his nose in business that did not concern him and did a sneak attack to be a contender for that belt you fought for, a belt he managed to take away from my associate. And even before you faced him, you got to Tag Team with him and those types of instances have a chance of developing a level of respect for a fellow contender you should not have. And knowing the little I know of Mr. Jason Long, he is very good at pulling 180s with his feelings for his contemporaries.

However...

I don’t have to grant you that same respect or anything similar, Mr. Kreiger. I don’t have to consider cooperating with your confidence, as when you declared on the last edition of Kingdom that you were set to challenge The Ruler for the Outlaw Championship, you admitted to wanting to be exposed once again. You are right on one thing: I have been scorching the Earth; I have been on the Warpath, laying waste to my opposition for this championship I currently possess, and I will continue to after I put you down in the most excruciating but reasonable way imaginable, for one main reason: I cannot allow anyone like you to be successful off of my efforts.

I will not allow ANYONE such as yourself, Mr. Kreiger, to use my presence, my championship, to rebound at my expense. I will not allow someone like yourself to get over and become a champion in OWA at my expense, especially now. You are out of your goddamn mind, Mr. Kreiger, if you believe I will allow you to have a single glory moment in time over myself when you were better off reaching for a re-match for the Spartan belt. And I understand: losing to Mr. Jason Long put a sting in your self-esteem; it dampened your ability to believe in yourself and your training regimen and preparations. But once again, Mr. Kreiger: life in places is a Marathon and you have to be prepared to endure a lot, but at the end of the day, I could care less; my heart does not go out for you. Just like with The Queen of England that passed, you get no Thoughts and Prayers. But I’m not going to brutally throw your loss in your face like the other degenerates would. Being in this business as I have, you go through ups and downs all the time. You win some and lose some, and as a man: failure is more likely to occur than success, especially when standing against men superior to you, Mr. Kreiger. While it’s arguable if Mr. Jason Long is better overall from bell to bell, between myself and you, Mr. Kreiger: there is no debate or room for discourse and civil discussion. There is no room for “maybe” or “possibly” when it comes to in-ring prowess, because you simply are not. Anytime I enter that ring, I take control in ways most people can’t even fathom. Anytime I enter that ring, The Ruler makes people wonder, “How does he do it? I didn’t even know someone can be so overpowering, so unstoppable; just knocking him down once is an achievement in of itself.” And I’m sure you know better to think otherwise, Mr. Noah Kreiger. The only way you can truly believe you are better than The Ruler where it counts most is if you’re absolutely delusional. While many athletes, professionals, experts of their craft do have an air of delusion holding them up mentally, there is a limit to that way of thinking when reality does not manifest consistent triumphs over others.

For you, Mr. Kreiger, to take the OWA Outlaw Championship from me, for you to even get a pinfall or submission successfully outside of a title match, you have to be better than The Ruler in a realistic way. You have to be on your S game to come close because A is still beyond subpar if you really want to take this Championship off my hands. You have to be more focused than you’ve ever been because I’m not going to the ring to flex power like some dirty rapper with their first platinum chain. You’re not going against some teenager who shows off the latest Jordans without creases. You will be facing a well-oiled machine that can very well humiliate you in your struggle. You see the nonsense you survived in the Fear Factor Tournament? That ordeal for the Spartan belt at Game Over? You have to display ability farther past that to see light in the tunnel. I will be entering to the ring ready to send you back to the drawing board, where you can re-analyze what your strategy exactly is. I will go the ring ready to take everything you have and counter it to the point that mid-match you’ll consider going back to the Lab again, left this time to grieve in private as opposed to be given time on-air you don’t deserve, much like The Queen of England.

And your Master and Ruler will walk out the way he entered: as Outlaw Champion.

(The camera faded to black)

Jeff X, Alyssa Grace, The Banshee, "Killer Bee", Felix Hartley and Chad Ecclestone have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos September 26th 2022, 12:25 pm by **DarkCircle**

{We fade into the Royal Martial Arts in Doha, Qatar where we find none other than Jacob Striker himself going through the paces with one of the hottest prospects on the wrestling scene today-the "Marauder" Robert Armstrong-as the two men exchange blows in the enclosed ring with Armstrong unleashing a full barrage of elbow strikes and kicks at full force which Jake works hard at either dodging or taking and after several grueling minutes of this onslaught, Armstrong stops and takes a few steps back and wipes his forehead}

Rob: You've just got this down pat, Jake. I think with some more time and effort, you'll have a solid grasp on how we do things here in the cage.

Jacob: Thanks Rob, just wish I’d been a little bit faster on the draw last week.

Rob: Yeah, you would’ve won your match against Pavel hands down if you had landed that Ruffin Kick. Any regrets about the loss though, boss?

Jacob: Nope, not a singular one. It feels more like the start of a best of seven series than a one and done match, and I believe that Pavel feels the same way.

{Rob offers the head of the Mechanical Animals a slight nod of approval before the two men start to go back to their practice match with Jake eventually taking down Rob to the mat once more with a Fujiwara Armbar that he quickly transitions into a Kimura for good measure before they are interrupted by a polite cough outside of the cage at which point the two men turn to see Amanda Belnades standing outside of the cage with most of her signature blue hair tucked under the hood of her Dragon Ball Z hoodie.}

Amanda: It took a couple of days to hit my inbox, but I’ve finally got the name for your opponent at week two of this Vindication thing, Jake, and from what I can see he’s quite the little pain in the ass…he’s a talented little shit but he’s a pain in the ass nonetheless.

Jacob: Well who is it?

Amanda: Ravio.

Jacob:....sounds like the name of a really expensive Colombian dish from either Medellín or Barranquilla.

Rob: Nah, I've seen this kid that Amanda is talking about. The kid has got some real talent to him, too bad it's stuck under fifty tons of badly minted ego however.

Jacob: "Fifty Tons"?

Rob: Yeah, he's got this kind of confidence that nobody anywhere can touch him and that he can just toy with his opponent like they're nothing to him before he puts them away.

{Jake's eyes narrow sharply}

Jacob: So kind of like a Saint John clone?

Amanda: I wouldn't go that far, because unlike Erick Saint John, Raivo actually has the talent to back up his ego...just getting him to click into that second gear is a whole different issue.

{Jake lets out a very dry, dark chuckle before he undoes the straps to his gloves while looking between the two of his associates}

Jacob: Well then, let's see if he can bleed the same as well, shall we?
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{The screen then fades to black before coming back up with a view of the “Devil’s Favorite Dirty” standing high atop a tower somewhere that overlook a much more modern city that surrounds it. Jacob is dressed respectfully in a black suit with a rich purple dress shirt on underneath as he motions around him}

Jacob: The Barzan Towers, located here in the suburbs of Doha in the village of Umm Salal Mohammed and they are among one of the most notable monuments in all of Qatar because in the early years of the nineteen thousands, these towers were used as lookout points for those who would monitor the surrounding areas with its water sources and wells among a great many other things.

When you stand here, in a place like this, one tends to get the presence of history...to help understand one's past by reaching further and going deeper. Such as people as me if I am upset over my loss to Pavel at the last Kingdom and to be honest, I'm not because while some people see that as a loss...I see it as an abject lesson that I will use for the next time that Pavel and I have our little dance of death. I went into that match wanting a Match of the Year kind of fight, so I stroked the fires of Pavel until he was burning up with the kind of fire that only true wrestles can *feel*...that I knew I had gotten exactly what I wanted and that, my dear friends and foes, is why I don’t believe that I lost at all because I went into that match wanting the one thing which exactly I *got*.

{Jake then rolls his eyes as he shakes his head for a moment}

Jacob: Unlike my match against you, Raivo. After I found out that I have a match against you and then two of my people gave me their views on you, I honestly thought that they were yanking my leg…now try to understand my disappointment when I found out that they weren’t yanking my leg.

I mean yes, you do have quite the talent and you’re no slouch when it comes to getting down and dirty in that ring, but Raivo…what more is there to you other than that? What more can you offer me in an opponent that I haven’t torn through in other places like Wrestleworld or One Wrestle Movement among so many others? What makes you so special supposedly that will even put me into that violent state of mayhem that I enjoy oh so much?

Because, quite honestly, all that I see is just another victim waiting for his own personal Apocalypse to come calling.

{Jake allows himself a small smile for the briefest of moments before continuing}

Jacob: I'll give you one thing, Raivo, and that is you are no slouch where it comes to be a solid striker...it's just an honest shame that the savings account that is your ego cannot support the debt card that is said talent, I mean you are all about putting in the minimum amount of effort in to get the so called maximum payoff, and no matter which way that you try to justify that way of thought, because in the world that I was brought up in you either go all in and go hard or just putter out and sit on the fucking sidelines.

And that's exactly what you're showing me, Raivo, from each and every single time that I've seen one of your matches...again, don't get me wrong in that you've got some solid skills. But where it comes to what *you* can do as opposed to what *I* can do in that ring, time and time again...I'll always be the superior animal.

Yes, you can shove my recent losses into the faces of myself and everyone on the international scope of things...but that shit doesn't really bother me because my loss to Titan was bullshit because it was one of those "one and done" bits of trash booking that really doesn't give a winner as it postpones things to a further war down the line.

As for my loss to Pavel, I got *exactly* what I wanted to out of that match and that is the two of us put on a match of the year contender that you can never touch, Raivo, because you're too afraid to put in that kind of work...you want the simple paychecks, you want the boring old vanilla wins that allow you to go strutting out with your cheap-ass paychecks to the cheap ass strip joints to have fun with the two dollar girls...

{Jake smiles once again, this time it is that wolfish grin of his..the one made infamous all across Wrestleworld and beyond as the predator behind those ice blue eyes starts to slowly emerge}

Jacob: You see, Raivo, I put in the maximum effort each and every time that I am in that ring because I was born to be a champion, yes...I can say it's in my bloodstream and because of that every performance that I put out there in that very ring is a *must-see* because while I might not cut the most epic of promos, I do however let my fists do most of the talking and that's why you can't *ever* interrupt me and you can try and try and try as you might, but the only "Authentic" that you're going to be come this next edition of Kingdom is just another authentic victim of the "Devil's Favorite Dirty" because unlike my match with Pavel, my match with you is going to be a very bloody affair because you are going to have to put in your maximum effort to try and beat me because right now, I’m not just looking for a fight, Raivo, I’m looking to show why I’m here in the Omega Wrestling Alliance, I’m looking to showcase what real professional wrestling is all about and not that “sports entertainment” bullshit that I’ve seen so many people in recent months seem to believe all there is to this sport because of certain promotions and their lines of bullshit.

I am going to take what you think is the “best” that you can offer, Raivo, and I’m going to show you that your “best” isn’t even good enough when you see that for every move that you throw at me, I have a counter and that counter is the last thing that you’ll ever expect it to be…and when the time is right, I’m going to haul your sorry ass up and chop your chest until you *bleed* for the fans’ enjoyment because you’ve made them suffer time and time again with your lame half-assed promos and even lamer attempts at matches.

Yes, I’ve admitted that you’re a solid hand where it comes to being in that ring…but you’re fucking lazy, Raivo, and laziness breeds carelessness in that ring and I downright refuse to allow anyone get to that point and if that means that I have to snap your fucking ankles to get the point across, Raivo, then not only will I snap your ankles without hesitation…but I’ll do so gleefully because that’s the kind of sick bastard that I *am*.

Sure, you can call yourself the “Modern Adonis” all the fuck that you want, but that means nothing to a man like me…a man who has dedicated himself to this sport and has already become a world champion thrice over before even hitting his fourth year in this *sport*...that is the kind of man that I am, Raivo, that’s the kind of *wrestler* that I am.

{Jake’s grin becomes slightly more savage as he holds up both of his hands, flexing his finger eagerly}

In two more days will mark the beginning of my fourth year as professional wrestler and I intend to herald in that fourth year with your blood, sweat, and tears covering these very hands of mine as do something that I enjoy tremendously which is proving why I am one of the most skilled wrestlers out there today in this sport, Raivo, and that’s not something that you can claim to be either because while you’re simply in this for a paycheck, I’m in this because this is who I am and that is something that you cannot touch because while you might have the skills to hold your own, you most certainly do not have what it takes to put me *down*, no matter how hard you try.

{The smile then disappears from Jake’s face, replaced with a look of cold, calculating measure}

Oh and that’s not overconfidence speaking, Raivo, that is from every single that I’ve seen about you from your promos to your past matches with everyone else, you feel that you are naturally superior and there for you believe that you’ve already got the match won before you even step into that ring…too bad that the so called “truth” about your skills and the confidence behind them…is about to become painfully shattered like so many shards of glass deeply into your skin.

See you at Kingdom.

{The screen then fades to black as Jacob turns back to face the horizon}

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

Re: OWA Promos September 25th 2022, 1:25 pm by **Angelina Magnum**

Angelina Magnum

Will the Benoit Tragedy Fuck Up this Car Bomb Angle Too?

You know, it’s funny to me how you can plan something to the most meticulous detail…just really pore over every conceivable angle so you’ve got it juuuust perfect, and then when game day comes, it all falls apart. Take the Athena’s Cup, for example, Llorona went all in on this one. The maggot minds of the Odyssey faithful might hate her because she isn’t Viola DeMarco or Aria Jaxon, but I appreciate what she’s trying to do. She loaded this year’s tournament up with as much starpower as she possibly could. Former world champions, Hall of Famers and of course, The Main Attraction herself. She’s a smart woman, she said it herself: Thotyssey are box office. Odyssey is making money hand over fist because of us and we’ve only been a thing for a couple of weeks! It’s women like us who keep the lights on. It’s women like us who make it possible for the Gwen Harpers of the world to get their shot at escaping mediocrity.

And yet it all falls apart. This tournament so far has been defined by women who should be minding their business shoving their noses where they don’t belong. NAMI, Diantha, Alyssa, Liz…where do they get off trying to wrestle the spotlight away from OWA’s premier annual tournament? It isn’t right and I won’t stand for it! Gwen Harper came at me like a house on fire and before she knew it, I’d reduced her to smouldering ash. I did exactly what I said I would do and reminded the world that they need less hasbeens coming back for one last shot at glory, not more of them. Unfortunately, that job’s fallen to me again when I SHOULD be getting the chance to wrap my wrench around Banshee’s fucking skull again, but no, more driftwood to clear out because I’m the only thing holding this tournament together.

When I said this tourney was stacked with big names, you were not included in that list, Skylar. In fact, I’ll be honest, I had no idea who you were so I had to get my assistant to do some research. He wrote an entire biography on Coco Chanel and yet he still struggled learning anything interesting about your mid ass. I thought MY week was going terribly. I mean, first NAMI and Banshee ruin my match, THEN those ingrates Ellie Quinn and BIANCA destroy the Thotyssey boudoir, AND I chipped a nail taking that chokeslam to boot! Absolutely dreadful. And yet, you…oh my God, Skylar, what a wondrous, triumphant week you had!

At Game Over, I completely overshadowed yours and Tarah’s returns so I can understand you being mad about that. Thotyssey’s formation was all anybody cared about and you…well you were an afterthought. But it’s okay, because you actually got to take the spotlight from me this time! I mean, not in a GOOD way, but you did! Rebecca Brookes is…well she’s everything you said she is, our philosophies actually align there. She is Odyssey’s most prolific bag fumbler - or at least second behind Banshee, Rebecca’s actually won some hardware - and you…well, there was an attempt. NAMI got up in my business and Diantha got up in yours so I guess that makes us even. But this was supposed to be your big comeback! The grand return of Skyla Arceneaux aaaaaand nobody cares.

You don’t hate Thotyssey because we’re sex objects, though I’m sure you’d love to know what it’s actually like to be objectified every now and again. We are objects of success, tenacity, and being hotter than old hags speaking out of the wrong side of their mouth. If me and Felix are glorified prostitutes then what the hell are you? Dorado Enterprises doesn’t exist anymore and it has nothing to do with you being the victim of a conspiracy, it’s because Dorado Enterprises SUCKED. Who even REMEMBERS them? You wrangled a few jobbers together and were SHOCKED when that didn’t yield you success? You wanna take shots at Thotyssey for being trashy when we run this fucking brand? The General Manager loves us, all the simps who wait at the airport just to get a GLIMPSE of us love us…and you crave it. I can see it in your puffy, crow’s feet-ridden eyes, we are EVERYTHING you THOUGHT Dorado Enterprises would be. We’re the talk of the town, we’ve got money, power, respect and GOLD. And when this tournament’s over, we’ll have one more item for the trophy cabinet. What do you have to show for your time here, Skylar? At least Gwen had some Goddesses Title reigns on her record, what the hell have you done besides flounder? You thought that going away for a while and coming back would somehow rejuvenate you? Let me ask you this: What is there to rejuvenate when you were never that hot to begin with?

Thotyssey’s your dream AND your nightmare, because I’m gonna kick the shit out of you and still have time left for my manicure appointment. I have done everything you wanted to do and in a fraction of the time you were around. My name’s on everyone’s lips, you’re cold product honey. A lowlife, mid-ass bitch who thinks the world owes her something. People like me get what we want because we TAKE it. People like you cry and bitch and complain and hope SOMEBODY will listen. And who did listen? Who was your shoulder to cry on when your bank account started to drain and you were about to lose your house? Well, if it isn’t Tarah Nova! Someone even older, more broken down and more washed than you. Oh, but you came in firing on all cylinders, didn’t ya? You came in HUNGRY for those tag titles and how much closer are you? Just like Gwen, you were put into this tournament to fill the numbers out and had to put your aspirations on hold. And just like Gwen, when I send you spiralling out of the bracket, you’re going to TRY and get what you came for, but all that will be waiting for you is another beating and another set of disappointments.

Two weeks you’ve been back and you got a golden opportunity to shine. What happened? What was the big week for you guys? Well, Tarah Nova, the GREAT Tarah Nova…former world champ, first EVER Triple Crown winner, OWA Hall of famer, she loses like a BITCH by count-out to April Song and why? Because of you! Because you’re too STUPID to know that Alyssa and Liz would retaliate for the stunt you pulled at Game Over. Tarah lost her concentration and in her first match in what, three years? She lost in the most pathetic, anticlimactic way possible. Hell of a return for a legend, huh? I’ve been accused of hitching my wagon to Filth and Felix but they’re the ones who came to me, not the other way around. You? You thought that because you had a Hall of Famer in your corner it’d give you some clout and look where it got you. One show back on the job and you’re already a liability to your partner. Tell me, how the fuck are you two supposed to become tag champions when you can’t even take care of your shit apart from each other?

If we’re glorified prostitutes, you’re a hag who’s crawling with so many fucking STDs that not even the incels would touch you. You stand out on the street corner and the cops won’t even arrest you because ain’t nobody trying to get near your snatch. Odyssey was supposed to end with the triumphant return of Tarah Nova, as she went on one last run to try and get that world title glory in her twilight years, and it ended with the two of you lying on the floor of a parking lot. Are you even gonna be able to MAKE IT to our match, Skylar? Liz and Alyssa fucked you up something awful and then you almost got Casino’d! Nobody would dare try that shit with me and if they did, guess what? My Thotyssey sisters would have my back because unlike you and Tarah, we’re a unit held together with something stronger than aspiration. We’re bonded by our blinding superiority over all that we perceive. We are bonded by a mission that is greater than any cause you could ever have. Dorado Enterprises were a failed startup with no direction, no names and a leader with no clue. Thotyssey is an organisation that has taken over the world in less time than it took you to fuck up your own return. You’ve fallen ass backwards into the semi-finals and all you’ve got to show for it is a battered, bruised body and seared asphalt covering your skin. Shit, you could have at least done everyone a favour and stayed in that car when it went up, then we wouldn’t have to see your jobber ass again and I could get a free pass to the finals at Boiling Point. Only bitch I’ve got to worry about is Banshee and I’ve already taken her out once, you’ve got women carrying out mob hits and I’M supposed to be looking over my shoulder? I wouldn’t be shocked if they found your bloated corpse out in a river before our match, and I wouldn’t be upset, either. You’ve been back for two weeks and in that time, you’ve had people literally try to murder you, caught a prison beating in the parking lot, cost your partner her return match and now you’re taking on the most powerful group in the business. Honey, that’s the universe trying to tell you that you’re not welcome here. But clearly, you’re just as mentally deficient as the simpletons you’ve recruited over the years, so let me dumb things down for you…

You are a waste of space, nobody likes you and after Pluto’s Gate, you will be wherever the rest of Dorado Enterprises are right now.

That car bomb was a blessing in disguise, because now you’ve at least got a ready-made excuse for when I beat you within an inch of your pitiful life. After that, shit, I might just pass you around to my sisters and you can get fucked up like a proper slut, only there won’t be any happy endings.

Only time you’ve ever come close to being hotter than me is when that explosion nearly turned your ass into a human shit stain.

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Jeff X, Alyssa Grace, The Banshee, Rebecca Filth, DT The Ruler and Felix Hartley have spoken. It’s such good shit!

ANIMAL [KINGDOM 2.2] September 9th 2022, 11:59 pm by **DGS**

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My father was a nature photographer. Freelance, mostly, but he was good enough at it that we never wanted for anything. Even after he and my mom separated he would take us on safari with him, my brother and I. Every summer began with school letting out at the start of June, followed by a week of packing. Then he'd come to get us and we'd be off to the Amazon basin, or the Sudanian savanna, or the South Pacific.

My favorite parts were always the animals we got to see. It was nothing like watching them on TV, or through a pane of glass at the zoo: they were always RIGHT THERE. Just being, just existing, each with their own perfect little niche in the world, tailor-made to fit them and them alone. I didn't understand that part until I was older, though; when I was little I always wanted to join them. I wanted to go up to a baby elephant and hug it, to chase a flock of birds across the open savanna, to get out of the boat and swim with the whales.

Dad would never let me, though. And no matter how many times I asked why -- every time -- he always had the same answer.

"The world does what the world does," he'd say. "And it will never stop or slow down. Not even for you."

He was only ever right, of course. I can't swim like a whale can swim, and a whale would have no reason to know that, much less care. The birds of the savanna take flight whenever they need to, whenever they want to, and I could run forever and never catch up to them. A wild elephant decides I'm a threat to her calf? I'm just as dead now, at age forty-three, as I would've been at age eight.

Still... I always hated hearing that. I hated the idea that these amazing creatures, creatures I loved, couldn't find it in them to love me back. That they would only ever have the time or the inclination to do what they were born to do, what countless millennia of survival-by-attrition and propagation-by-evolution had trained them to do.

Dad died eleven years ago. I think about him a lot, though. He still helps me sometimes, in ways I don't expect.

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I think I'm beginning to understand David Smith.

He's more-or-less on-board with what we're doing, why we're doing it, et cetera, but... every now and again I catch him with this look in his eyes.

He understands the work. Understands its importance, why we need him to be where he is and do what he's doing. At this point I'm almost certain he knows more than he's letting on, maybe even more than we do. But deep down, in the very core of himself? I don't think he gives a shit, about any of it. We pointed him at the OWA, aimed him like a weapon, but if we hadn't he'd have ended up there regardless.

He needs it, I think. The fight. He hungers for it, in a way I hope to never understand.

There's something inhuman about him. Something animal. I'm not speaking in the physical sense -- his abnormalities in that regard have been well-documented, and we're learning more about them by the day. But even beyond the single-digit pulse and the anomalous blood type and the fact that he's apparently stopped aging, there's... I don't know.

But every time I catch him looking like that, like a monster whose hindbrain has both hands on the wheel, I can hear my father pulling me back, telling me to go no closer, to stay in the boat.

The world does what the world does, what untold eons have forged it to do. And it will never stop or slow down.

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Hello again, Donovan. How are you? Well, I hope.

You'll need to be.

Confession time: I worry for you, Don. All this Master-Ruler-Superior nonsense, all this bluster about being a veteran of this sport, a fixture among wrestling's elite who can take a dub off anyone at anytime simply because he feels like it... yet it took you this long to properly ID the only real threat this match poses to your reign as champion. That you would look at this contest, take honest stock of it, and decide to look past me to a neophyte like Tyler Kulina... it reflects poorly on your survival instincts, on your awareness as a champion and competitor.

Of course, this indictment should come as no surprise to anyone who's been paying attention. After an approximate decade adrift on wrestling's tides -- marked by a pair of journeyman-stints in the Classic Wrestling Federation and Alpha Wrestling League, each as utterly unremarkable as the other -- you made landfall here, in the Omega Wrestling Alliance, where after eight grueling months you remain mired in the dirt of the C-show, playing paddycake with the Outlaw Championship against whoever happens to walk through the door. That last bit in particular bears repeating: Arthur and I have only wrestled one match apiece since signing here, and while his bum-ass managed to notch it as an L for the both of us, the powers that be have still seen fit to grant us both a crack at the lowest lord in the land.

Am I forgetting anything? No? Didn't think so.

These are the facts of the matter, Donovan. You may not like them -- or you may, indeed, have deluded yourself into honestly believing otherwise -- but delusion has no bearing on reality. And the reality of our impending contest is that you, and you alone, are the known quantity. For the sake of comparison, of calibration, look no further than your contemporaries:

Rebecca Filth.

James Diamond.

Felix Hartley.

Noah Krieger.

Impressive talents, one and all, who've spent their time since arriving here making big waves and clocking big wins. You, on the other hand, are decently big, decently strong, and decently experienced... and that's kinda... it. For as big a game as you talk, DT The Ruler is little more than someone who managed early on to snag the OWA's token 24/7 belt -- not even in a head-to-head title contest at that, but rather the chaos of a multi-man ladder match -- only to spend the months since languishing, stagnating, clutching jealously at your fool's gold while making royal proclamations into a void that neither hears nor cares.

Of course, I'd be remiss not to mention Game Over, where you received a fleeting charity shot at something greater, something more... but I imagine that wound is still fresh, so I'll leave it be for now, being the nice guy that I am.

This would, under other circumstances, be where I change tacks to the other two who'll be joining us in the ring. But let's call a spade a spade -- my words are wasted on the likes of them. Neither Tyler Kulina nor Arthur Lucideus have anything I want, much less anything to threaten me with, and while the same can objectively be said of you, Don, it does nothing to alter or diminish my intentions.

Let it be said, once more: I'm taking the OWA Outlaw Championship from you, as an inevitable consequence of my victory.

And when I've done so -- when the bell rings and you three lay sprawled at my feet, broken of body and sundered of spirit -- know that I will take it in hand, this meager prize you so jealously guard and extoll, and I will raise it high over my head. Not as an act of celebration, mind you; the Outlaw title is less of a prize to me than you are a threat. No, when I raise that belt over my head, I will do so as a trap. It will serve as a beacon of light, to draw the rest of this place's chittering insects out of the dark; its golden glow will rain down as a torrential deluge, turning the dirt you've moldered in for so long into muck, and mire, and forcing the worms to the surface. And when they've all come out of hiding, when all the wretches and dregs of this place have shown their faces to me -- rotted teeth chattering, desperate to soak in and feast upon the transient bit of light I've set out for them -- do you know what will happen, Donovan? What I'll do to them?

Same thing I'm going to do to you.

I'm going to stomp, and slash, and burn. I'm going to set fire to these low places, the blighted crawlspaces beneath the OWA, scour them clean, and gorge myself on the ashes. Then, out of those selfsame ashes, I'll rise, and rinse, and repeat. Again...

... and again...

... and again, until there is nothing left above me, nothing left to rise to, and I sit alone atop the dreg heap that was once the Omega Wrestling Alliance.

But you go ahead, Don -- play dumb as I light the match. Claim all the ignorance you like as the fire rises, as the smoke fills your blood and your brain. You're certainly in good company; Jeff X and Chris Sabertooth were the same way a few weeks back, circle-jerking to the notion that this four-year-old terrarium of a company has anything on the untamed wilds of the wrestling world, the lawless primordial expanses I've run and ruled. You perhaps know better than they do, Don, limited though your experience and success have been: there are other worlds than these. Monstrous spaces, far off the edge of the map, filled with monstrous things gnawing and writhing and devouring one another in the dark.

It is from these howling pits that I come to you now, Donovan. You, and Kingdom, and the OWA as a whole.

Bear witness, for I am a beast like no other: my scales are iron, forged and fired in the heart of a dark star; my every claw is an executioner's blade, my every fang a reaper's scythe; the shock of my tail is a supernova, the beating of my wings a stellar wind no heliopause can stifle; my breath is blackest fire, only ever burning at reality's melting point.

Take heed, that you might remember these words:

I AM THE ARCHDRAGON.

I am an apex predator whose like you've never seen before and will never see again, whose rule holds sway over a cosmos so vast that the likes of you, sequestered here in your paltry little habitat, can scarcely hope to fathom it. That you believe you, Donovan -- or anyone in the OWA, for that matter -- stands a shadow's chance at curbing my advance serves as a stark and tragic indicator of just how safe you've let yourselves become, just how soft, how complacent. But fret not: those halcyon days of peaceful weakness have, at long and glorious last, reached their end.

I am here now. My name is David Gideon Smith. I have come to fight, and to kill, and to feed; as is my way, and the way of all things, whether they wish it so or not.

You, DT The Ruler -- only now do I name you thus, for I want you at your mightiest and most-actualized when I take you -- are ordained as the first to stand, the first to fight, and the first to fall. But fret not: when the Black Blade has been drawn and swung, when your body falls and your head is sent rolling, you will be alone in this oblivion to which I cast you but a short time.

For when my work here is done, your bones, and the bones of your brethren -- picked clean, one and all -- shall be used to construct my throne.

Matsuda, Mark Michaels, DT The Ruler, James Diamond and Chad Ecclestone have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos September 9th 2022, 11:58 pm by **Jeff X**

Dear Jeff

Askin, North Carolina

September 12, 2022

Jeff sighs as he undoes his helmet, hanging it on the handlebars of his Harley. It’d been a long and emotional trip to South Korea for Game Over, but in the end, he and Chris were successful in retaining their Tag Team Championships against The Golden Dawn. As Jeff unmounts from his bike, he looks up at his small house with a slight smile. He was glad to be home. Despite the victory, the feud with the Golden Dawn had drained him both physically and mentally and he was eager to spend a few days relaxing before preparing for whatever his profession had waiting for him next. He wastes no time heading for the door and opening it up, where he’s immediately greeted by his rottweiler. Obviously excited to see her, Jeff stops in the doorway, smiling as he says hello to his most loyal friend. But still, as much as he loved his dog, he was ready to see someone else. Someone he hadn’t exactly left on the best terms with.

“Pres! Babe, I’m home.”

No answer.

He cocks his eyebrow now, somewhat worried. Surely she hadn’t meant what she said about not being there when he got home. He walks through the house now, in search of his longtime girlfriend.

“Pres!”

Jeff checks the bathroom, the bedroom, the guest room, even the backyard…but there’s no sign of her. “Maybe she’s just out.”, he thinks to himself as he pulls out his phone to call her. But as he dials the number, that’s when he notices the note on the counter. Picking it up, he reads it slowly…each word hitting him like a ton of bricks.

‘Jeff,

I’m sorry. I really am. I love you. But I just can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep waiting at home…wondering if you’ll be coming home alive or not. I hope you eventually find whatever it is you’re searching for by continuing to risk your life for this job. And please…please keep yourself safe.

Love always,

Presley Dawn’

Jeff lets the note fall back to the counter and plops down into the chair, rendered completely speechless. He knew what she said before he left but…he didn’t think she’d actually go. Jeff immediately grabs his cigarettes, lighting one up as he tries to digest this information. His dog comes up and rests her head in his lap and Jeff gently scratches her behind the ear as he hits his Marlboro.

“Welp…I guess it’s just you and me now, girl.”

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Istanbul, Turkey

September 8, 2022

With his upcoming Olympus match only a day away, Jeff finds himself sitting at a bar in Turkey. He somehow looks to have aged quite a bit, even though it’s only been a couple of weeks. He’s let his beard grow longer than normal and there are noticeable bags under his eyes. That doesn’t stop a rather attractive Turkish woman from approaching him however.

“Hi!"

She greets Jeff with a smile, but he doesn’t even bother to look up.

“I know who you are.”

Again, Jeff doesn’t acknowledge her and just sips on his beer.

“You know…”

The woman leans in now, resting her hand on his shoulder, and leaning in, whispering into his ear.

“If you’re interested…I wouldn’t mind seeing if you can live up to your reputation.”

Jeff merely slides off his barstool, creating some separation between the two before finally looking at her.

“Not interested.”

With that, he grabs the bottle and heads for the door, leaving her standing there alone, confused as to what she had done wrong. As soon as he makes it out of the bar, he immediately lights a cigarette and plops down onto a bench, trying to collect his thoughts. He takes a long swig from his drink and runs his hand through his short hair as he sighs deeply.

“Another week and another set of problems to deal with. As if I don’t have enough shit on my plate over on Kingdom…apparently now I’ve got to fix Olympus too.”

Jeff shakes his head as he takes a deep drag from his cigarette.

“But I guess that comes with the territory of being one half of the World Tag Team Champions. To be honest, I’m surprised it’s taken this long for somebody on Friday nights to try their hand. Hell, we’ve held these titles for nearly 300 days now and yet we haven’t heard a peep from the blue brand about any potential challenges…until now. I suppose now, the contending tag team over on Olympus is finally ready to step up to the plate. Took them long enough. I mean, Laz and Carter won that title shot months ago. They could easily have been the ones facing us at Game Over instead of the Golden Dawn…but they chose not to. And hell, I can’t say that I blame them. Standing across the ring from the single greatest team that this industry has ever produced can certainly be a daunting task. If I were them…I wouldn’t want to face us either. But I suppose now, they’re finally feeling ballsy. And why wouldn’t they? They’ve had their run of the fucking place over here on Olympus, largely thanks to Carter managing to worm his way into the General Manager job and using his newfound power to screw over every deserving member of his roster at every chance he gets. Elijah Hampton, Mark Michaels, Darkane…the list goes on and on. Are you proud of yourself, Alex? Do you feel like you’re in control, now? Every single person that has put their blood, sweat, and tears into Olympus in order to take it to heights it’s never reached before, completely erasing the downtrodden past of this brand in the process…and you’ve managed to undo them time and time again, making sure their efforts towards bettering this place have all been for naught. And for what? Because you can? Because it makes you feel powerful? Well let me enlighten you on something, Alex…you don’t have any power. Not anymore. Whatever semblance of authority you think that you possess goes right out the window the moment I step foot into that locker room. Because I don’t care if you have a nice cushy office to sit in…and I don’t care if your constant scheming and bullshit have netted you friends like Senn and Laz that are both far more capable than yourself. I don’t even care that the three of you have managed to turn this brand into your own personal fucking playground.”

“None of that matters anymore.”

“Because while you and your buddies may have found a way to get away with whatever you’ve wanted to in the past few months…the Project Smile facade…the Elijah Hampton screwjob…the demise of Darkane…and everything in between…you’ve only managed to do so because there hasn’t been anyone to stop you. And I don’t know if you’ve noticed Alex…but that’s kind of my thing. It’s what has defined my entire career. Because in a world filled with power hungry pieces of shit that are willing to destroy the world and watch it burn if it means that they get to conquer the ashes that are left of it…somebody has to be there to oppose them. That somebody has always been me. Because I don’t care, Alex. I don’t care what power you think you possess. I don’t care who your partners are this week. I don’t care that it’s three-on-one, four-on-one, a fucking hundred to one, it makes no difference to me because THIS is what I fucking do. THIS is what I’ve done my entire god damn career. I’ve stood in defiance to forces that you could never even understand. I’ve taken on armies. I’ve traveled to alternate dimensions and different time periods. I’ve been outmanned and outgunned my entire fucking career and I have ALWAYS stood across from seemingly impossible odds with nothing but alcohol on my breath and icewater in my fucking veins, with my middle finger in the air, DARING them to do their worst. They all tried. They all failed. I have been in countless situations before that should have left me dead, but not only have I survived Alex…I’ve fucking THRIVED. I’ve built a career and established a legacy that is unmatched by ANYBODY in the history of this company. I’ve piled up accolade after accolade, broken record after fucking record, and I did it by destroying the illusion of power that every single person before you has thought that they had. I’ve punched a one way ticket to the OWA Hall of Fame by continuously taking the all-powerful and rendering them broken shells of themselves. From the Ashes of the Wake, to Abholos, to the Golden Dawn, to Shin-SHEKAI, to Raijin, Izanagi, and even your buddy Jacob Senn, I have taken them all on at the height of their strength…and they all fell at my feet. And that, Alex…THAT is true power. THAT is the power that I possess.”

“The power to stop people like you.”

Jeff pauses to take another sip from his bottle, chasing it with yet another drag from his smoke.

“And you’re not different, Alex. You’re not special. You’re merely the next one in a long line of people who thought they couldn’t be stopped. But just like every single person who came before you, your lust for power led you to making a costly error. You, Laz, Senn…you had the run of the place…unlike Kingdom, Olympus had no Frontline to stop you. You could have kept going, doing exactly what you were doing, and making everybody’s life miserable. But you just had to want more…you just had to pursue the OWA World Tag Team Championships and that brought the Frontline directly to your doorstep. A fucking grave mistake that will be the undoing of every single thing that you’ve built here. And I know it’s your show…I know you make the rules and you’ve kept Chris and the rest of the Frontline out of the building…I know you’re sending me into a three-on-one battle…I know you’re not telling me who the fuck I’m fighting against… I know that you’ve given yourself every single advantage that you possibly could because you’re far too much of a fucking pussy to face me one-on-one, man to man. You can stack the deck all you want to, but none of it’s going to matter when I flip the fucking table and send the cards falling to the floor.”

“So make your plans, Alex. Keep tipping the odds in your favor. Bring out whoever the fuck you want to help you. It will just make you look even more pathetic when I inevitably beat you anyway. I would say that you can at least take solace in the fact that regardless of how bad I beat you and your mystery friends, you’ll still have a tag title shot waiting for you…but the truth of the matter is, that after tomorrow, you’re never going to want to fucking see me again. That lust you have to taste championship glory for the first time since you were a struggling midcard act on a fucking developmental brand will fade away once that bell sounds and you realize exactly what I am capable of. As for your partners…whoever they may be…if you know what’s good for you…stay home. Don’t let corporate Kevin Maverick talk you into getting your blood on my hands. That’s your one warning. And honestly…I hope you don’t fucking listen to it. Because it’s been a long god damn week boys…and quite frankly, I don’t think Alex has enough bones to break in his entire body to make me feel better…that’s where you come in.”

Jeff takes one last hit from his smoke before flicking it onto the ground.

“So bring your boys, Alex. Hell, bring everything you have. None of it matters. Olympus has already fallen.”

[Fade to black]

Matsuda, The Banshee, Rebecca Filth, 'Don' Hendrix, DT The Ruler, Lazarus Arjen, Felix Hartley and Chad Ecclestone have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos September 9th 2022, 11:42 pm by **Abholos**

Wolfpack Boys

Pack Watch Studio.
Los Angeles, California

(Terry and Andy Wolf are sitting inside the home of their Pack Watch Podcast, just moments from addressing their opponents for the OWA Tag Team Championship, Gyp and Sy Michaels. The brothers have a series of pictures framed from various exploits in their social media career. These include everything from their boxing fights to their early travel vlogs. Noticing the live camera pointed in their direction, both brothers smile and hype themselves.
Up by howling at the moon.)

Wolfpack Boys: HOOOOOOOOOWL!

Terry Wolf: Welcome to the greatest podcast on earth ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the Pack Watch Podcast! I'm Terry Wolf and my rambunctious youger brother is Andy Wolf, coming off his latest win in his ever growing boxing career!

Andy Wolf: You know it!

Terry Wolf: Now after having just signed contracts with Omega Wrestling Alliance, our first approaches and your sibling protagonists are gearing up for the fight of their lives! We will be getting a number one contenders shot for the OWA Tag Team Championships. But first we have to get pass those Romani rascals Gyp and Sy Michaels. You know - the whipping boys of Mark Michaels? For weeks my brother and I have been training in intensive exercises such as "hide the silver" and "search for the tackiest button shirt". Of course we did some physical training too, but just like this former heavyweight title bums my bro and I stay knocking out, we got this bums in the bag! When Scott Oasis personally approached us with OWA contracts, he told us that he liked our energy! He liked what he saw - two hard working middle American bros doing their thing! He said we remind him of himself when he was on the come up! We might be sitting on some cash now but it wasn't easy. We didn't have nepotism helping us out - though our uncle is Dick Wolf of Law & Order fame!

Andy Wolf: DUN! DUN!

Terry Wolf: Our uncle Richard is a hard worker too who made something out of nothing! We have the American dream in our veins! My brother and I are undefeated in the world of boxing! Some of the baddest mofos both professional and otherwise couldn't hold a candle to the Wolf Boys! In fact Andy's next opponent in November is going to be against the greatest MMA Middleweight Champion of all time! We are not the mere boys that everyone thinks we are. The Wolfpack Boys are bonafide warriors, future champions in the making! You could call us the Gypsybusters! Why give the shot at Murder Inc. to a couple of grifters when you got the real deal! Andy and I are amongst the best all around athletes in combat sports, trained by some of the best in this business! In fact we were trained by former OWA Tag Champs - the Wild Boys! Why did we get into pro wrestling? Because we're wolves and as wolves we will HUNT and we will EAT! Andy and I have shown the world what a pair of rugrats like ourselves can do when the chips are down! We have demonstrated how dangerous we are, how far we’re willing to go to put the world on notice! Gyp and Sy Michaels meanwhile just sat there, lost in their own head while waiting on their fam like a bunch of sad puppy dogs! In a way you could say that those two are just a couple of greaseball bitches in need of a bath. Well, I think we can take them out to the back, Old Yeller style.

Andy Wolf: PACK WATCH! HOOOOOOOOOWWWL!

(Terry takes out a cigar and passes it to his brother. He takes one out for himself snd lights it up.)

Terry Wolf: That's right, people! We dedicate tonight's smoke session to the future losers of this weekend's match, the Romani Ragdolls, Gyp and Sy Michaels!

Andy Wolf: Heh, get it? Gyp…Sy? Wow, their parents must be some geniuses. Just a chop off the old bozo block.

(Andy lights up his cigar and takes a puff.)

Terry Wolf: Wisely stated my brilliant bro. Andy and I are the perfect tag team - not a couple of greasy looking cultist freaks answering to their cousin's beck and call. We were born to fight as the perfect duo, we were meant to overcome anything that comes our way as a cohesive unit. The road wasn’t always kind to us. We slept in a house full of other 'Tubers until we got it right. The Suicide Forest in Japan, City of God in Brazil, the slums of Mumbai, we made some names for ourselves by going to the places nobody else would go. Eventually we created a media empire. We bought a little house back out in Chino Hills and we've ventured into the world of combst sports, doing things our way.

Andy Wolf: We trained with the best of them - from the Bogard family to Stephanie Matsuda and Kevin Maverick. We’re well versed in high flying, technical wrestling, striking, and everything else under the sun. Truly world-class training.

Terry Wolf: World class!

Andy Wolf: In fact you could se we’re all elite baby.

(Terry and Andy wink at the camera.)

Andy Wolf: Like my brother said, it wasn’t easy for us. in boxing and our preparation for wrestling, we had matches nearly every day. We boxed and wrestled in Mexico and Puerto Rico where we had to fend for ourselves. We got our heads busted open in England. We got lost in South Africa, fed to India’s largest giant in Delhi, barely walked out with our lives in Australia -

Terry Wolf: Brisbane ain’t no joke! Neither was training with those JET girls in Tokyo!

Andy Wolf: We’ve been through every kind of strife imaginable and yet here we are, princes of our universe! Born to be kings! Fighting for survival! Future rulers of the OWA tag division! People think we’re pushovers, that somehow we got lucky and were signed as some kind of comedy act. Nah, there's no jokes told here! This us our lives fam, and that's something we take absolutely seriously. We beat our teachers in order to be considered ready for this, former tag chsnpions! So here we sit - my brother and I - wondering what do Gyp and Sy, Cousins of Mark have to bring to the table? What do the two of you have that we don’t? Because from where we’re sitting we don’t see anything that has us worried. For Terry and I it’ll be like business as usual. And to be honest? Business is booming!

Terry Wolf: Booming!

Andy Wolf: Once we defend these titles are Final Destination, we walk into the next story arc with all of the momentum in the world.

Terry Wolf: Speaking of momentum, it’s time the Wolfpack Boys star is blasting off again. We have a big day this weekend my brother. Remember who’s coming to town.

Andy Wolf: Oh yeah! Don’t we have to meet them at the hotel!?

Terry Wolf: Yeah, bro! Forget about these fools for for now. But before we end things, I think it's fair that we make some kind of declaration right?

(Andy rubs his chin, staring at his brother with questioning eyes.)

Andy Wolf: You’re right. Like some kind of declaration of war?

(Terry leans towards Andy, grinnin with mischief.)

Terry Wolf: I think we need to put the entire tag division on pack watch.

(Andy nods slowly while enjoying his cigar.)

Andy Wolf: like a pack session?

Terry Wolf: Something like day. We put the division on watch. First we smoke out Team Gypsy then we take it go the former world champs themselves. I respect Jeff X and Chris Sabertooth, but the wrestling version of Murder, Inc. needs to make like Ja Rule's career and stay in the 2000s.

(Andy starts laughing uncontrollably.)

Andy Wolf: Don't do it to them like that!

Terry Wolf: Speaking of which, wouldn't Fyre Fest be some shit some gypsies would come up with? Some crazy ass finesse type shit, you know? Just like how we're going to finesse this opportunity from their fingers, you know?

Andy Wolf: Maaaan watch these fools fold like the Clippers in the playoffs!

Terry Wolf: Watch them drop the ball like the Kings during the draft.

Andy Wolf: Or the Suns…when it actually counts.

Terry Wolf: Ouch. Speaking of the Suns, I think we torched these fools enough.

Andy Wolf: That sunburn gonna look crazy once we done with them.

Terry Wolf: Facts. Listen bro, it might already be September, but White Boy Summer isn't over yet. It's not over until we day it is.

(Andy takes another puff of his cigar.)

Andy Wolf: That Romani pack gonna hit do hard we gonna see out future.

Terry Wolf: A future filled with gold.

(Both brothers smile at each other as the camera fades.)

Re: OWA Promos September 9th 2022, 10:27 pm by **MYŌJIN**

I should've saw it coming. Golden Dawn were never going to change their ways and the moment I stopped being Arata's blindly loyal soldier was the moment he lost his use for me. His daughter plainly spelled that out for me at Final Destination.

I was so close. I could almost taste the victory. It could've, should've, would've been mine.

But it wasn't. Michael Bishop retained, and despite the valid excuse being that I had it stolen from me by Daito- The only thing that matters are the results. DT the Ruler escaped with the Outlaw Championship, Raivo continues to live another day, but where does that leave me- MYŌJIN?

It seems like I'm back where I started. More enemies than friends, on my own, and not sure where I stand. For all I know, I'm still considered public enemy number one.

But it's a chance to start anew- and a chance to gain revenge.

Life is all about perspective.

Sometimes the worst moments in your life in hindsight become blessings. It's all about what you decide to make it.

At Game Over, some may say I had been cheated out of my chance. That I was betrayed by the people I had spent a year with. That I didn't leave with the OWA World Championship as I had hoped to.

That I lost.

I saw it the same way at first. I was heartbroken, devastated, so angry that I had left empty-handed even if I did get my revenge by costing the Golden Bitch and his braindead sidekick the World Tag Team Championships.

Then I took time to think, time to consider and wrap my head around the events of those two nights and I realized-

I may have lost that title match. But I won my freedom. Instead of pouting, moping, and brooding over it- I realized that I've cleared my conscience. I've rid myself of the guilt that I felt- and I finally did the right thing when it mattered.

I remembered what it felt like for hundreds of thousands of people to cheer for me. I remembered what it felt like to know who I am and what I'm fighting for- and most importantly? I remembered what it was like to not have to carry someone who cries and moans about how this company is so unfair to him even though they give him chance after chance and he fails or his henchman who's greatest accomplishment was beating up a few of his own inexperienced students on live television.

I may have not won the World Championship, but I accomplished what I needed to: gaining the respect that I once had and refinding the passion that made me want to become World Champion in the first place. I am a Shining Star reborn- and mark my words, sooner than later- I will get my chance to redeem that loss sooner or later. I will break through that glass ceiling. And if the Golden Dawn wants to try and retaliate against me? I still have this pipe to beat the shit out of every single one of them.

But they're not my focus at this upcoming Kingdom. No, for the first time ever in OWA I will be defending the X-Factor Championship, something I was originally meant to do before Game Over. Plenty of wrestlers that are in OWA had worked in Project: Honor, it only feels right to bring it back- When I learned that it would be someone from Project: Honor that I'd be facing soon, I was excited. I wondered for the longest just who I'd be going up against.

Then I learned it was Malachite Minj. The strange little shit that tried to offer me a glass of milk in South Korea.

I remember you vividly, Minj. The catboy who decided to become a wrestler, right? Though when I try to remember anything else about beyond that- my mind blanks. I'm sure you see making your Omega Wrestling Alliance debut fighting for a championship as your chance to start a new chapter with a clean slate- but it doesn't take a lot of looking back to remember you accomplished absolutely nothing when you were there.

Minj, you were a joke. Not a single to win to your name, matter of fact? I recall your W/L ratio going negative. Plenty of people have already started making ignorant comparisons between you and I- Young, asian, “effeminate”, and other bullshit. Hell, that's probably why Scott Oasis even made this match up. But that"s where any comparisons end.

I have been a champion in every company I've stepped foot in. I have a more accomplished career than some of the people that have been doing this for decades. I've been working my ass off throughout the entirety of this year while you disappeared for months after Project: Honor shut down. I'm still one of the best to currently be doing it and it took outside interference to stop me at Game Over.

Who the fuck are YOU to come in here and start talking as if you've known me for the longest? Didn't take you long to start regurgitating the same things you've heard everyone else say about me as if I haven't already recognized the things that I've done.

Minj, you assume that I have guilt eating me up inside and that I'm torn apart with horror at the things that I've done- but I'm over it. Over the attempted guilt trips, over everyone trying to play moralists as if plenty in this company haven't committed worse actions than what I've done. The only thing you've accomplished? Is made me a lot more motivated to turn you into pretzel and NOT in the way you'd like.

I'm not a name that you get to turn into a stepping stone. I'm not having some crisis where I suddenly doubt myself. I know exactly what I am. A technical, athletic prodigy who has hanged with the best in the company and one loss? Is not going to get in the way of my climb back.

The X-Factor Championship was the heart and soul of Project: Honor and I'm the one who made it that way. I became the best that there was in that company by my own terms. But if there's just one thing that you're right about, Minj? Is that throughout my entire career I've always been fighting to prove someone wrong.

It was always out of spite. Whether it was to show that someone who looks like me is capable, or to fight uphill against whatever I thought was holding me back. Always feeling as if I had to make a statement, I had to show my worth, I had to defy the odds- but I never was really doing it for me.

And I'm done with that. I'm replacing that bitter chip on my shoulder with the passion that made me successful in the first place.

Minj, you're not fighting someone who's down on their luck with a bruised ego. I'm not going to let my past get in the way of what I know I'm capable of. Neither am I going to let some terminally online twink take the championship that I defined.

At Kingdom, I'm immediately reminding everyone of what you are. A pushover who thought wrestling would be fun until it didn't go his way. You're a small obstacle, a filler arc in my story, a villain of the week in my television show- and you're not staying here for long.

I'm going to skin the cat. I'm going to find my momentum once more. And after that? Maybe I'll think about destroying the Golden Dawn for good.

Don't take it personal, m'kay?

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

Re: OWA Promos September 9th 2022, 9:05 pm by **Bringeroflight**

Meow the Jewels wrote:: Best Paw Forward

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Morning, Josh!

Eat my country ass with a side of grits, Katherine. Almost an entire year here, and nobody here can even get my name right? It’s bumfuck early and it’s hotter than a wet whore in Church out here in bumfuck Egypt. Pleasantries and kind, empty words aren’t part of the job description, and every second spent with you boring holes in my skull is a moment I’m not serving my purpose.

Joe. It’s Joe. Kathy, any chance you’ve seen Beth around? The coffee machine’s gone feral, the printer’s on the kaputz, and it seems like the only person who knows how to fix anything has gone AWOL.

Between pursed lips, she forces the words out.

Ya’know. Last I heard of Beth…

She silently nudges towards the intercom system on the ceiling.

"Agent England has been compromised, please make your way to SCP-42069." One of many names, I’m afraid. Seems your lot has a problem with your pet project. Wishing the best for y’all, I wouldn’t escort the thing out of it’s cage, but what do I know?

Is she right? Is risking the lives of Kingdom to save the world a bad decision? I don't know. Philosophers are the real bitchboys, so I might never find out. If she understood what that meant, chances are she wouldn’t sound so holier than thou while saying it, but that’s another day. The day begins, I put on my foundation jumpsuit one shoulder at a time, I say hellos, drink coffee that makes 7/11 seem like a Starbucks in LA, and I twirl my stun baton in my hand while knowing it’ll be perfect when I don’t need it, and useless when I need it the most. Almost a year ago, I was in handcuffs, when two men in suits approached me with an opportunity to see a prison from the other side of the bars. They called themselves the SCP Foundation, and mentioned needing someone with my special talents. I joined in a training class of thirty - I’m one of the last five walking around with their own free will. I meet some unholy beast capable of bringing deceased felines back to life as monsters? Maybe a demonic bengal tiger? Maybe an illusionary panther?

Well a cat’s a cat. A hit dog hollers, and a cat’s still a cat, big or small, dead or alive. Quickly, I make a name for myself - or better yet, I prove the name I’m known as is true. Maybe I ain’t a guard, or a scientist, or an engineer, and that’s fine. I’ve never been one to piss on your leg and tell you it’s raining. But when a cat is threatening to tear our humble lil’ world apart, you don’t call a guard, or a scientist, or an engineer.

You call a Tiger King. And SCP Foundation agent Joe Exotic is the person you pray comes runnin’ your way. They called that bitch Carol Baskins before me, and the problem subject melted her mind enough for her to confuse her new padded room for an Osh-Kosh-B'Gosh.

After making the rounds, three levels of reinforced steel gates are opened, and our ‘pet project’ gives me a cheek to cheek grin, while nuzzling cheek to cheek with lab director, Beth England, who feeds on a cookie from the subject's paws. The foundation agreed to decorate this subject’s prison cell as a catgirl maid cafe, they gave it something called a ‘Blacked subscription’, gave it a garden of pink roses, and let it play dress up if it agrees to stay in its cell and only leave when according to our deal. Upon entry, it continues it's conversation without giving me a second thought.

And so, half of the night shift’s drooling over me, they’re practically falling out of their clothes, and when Joe tackles me? He hits the speaker! It plays! I was in front of the hoes! He played the video game OST in front of the hoes!

It doesn't chase prey; it's chase runs towards it.

JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEE! You came back!

When we met, it’s feminine wiles had no impact on me. Ever since then, Subject 42069, Malachite Minj, has slowly tried adapting to me. Yesterday, it’s accidentally nude and tied in yarn. Today, it’s wearing a Bass Pro shop style logo on it’s shirt with the words ‘It’s my Ass, Bro stop!’ Hopping from Dr. England’s lap, it presents me with a large glass of milk after stealing a swig, and skips into the scientist’s arms.

Poison? Since I won’t play your games, you’re getting desperate?

I toss the glass over my shoulder, and milk splatters into a pot of roses.

That wasn't poison last time! I dipped incense in poppers to make the other guards' buttholes open - I'm on your side! these gender radicals are going too far! The Queen JUST died, and now they’re trying to replace the queen with a MAN?! The feminuwuzation of men is the downfall of western society!

My first encounter with this cat, I did what I always do - I took this beast by it’s canines and pinned it to the ground, so it’d know who the alpha was. It instantly spoke incomprehensible words about throat goats and glizzy goblins, and hasn’t made a lick of sense since.

I’d like her back, kindly.

Lord willing and the creek don’t rise. Playing cat and mouse ain’t so fun when you’re the one without fangs.

It’s 2022! Don’t be a caveman! Dr. England, what do you think about leaving this palace of euphoria and returning to normativity?

She breaks out of the mental fog, and begins to snap to life, before her eyes glaze over pink once again.

It’s okay! You don’t have to think - just lean into my gospel, and you’ll never have to work, or think, or worry ever again <3 <3 <3 !!

Another victim of the Meow Meow hivemind, joining six guards, two scientists, and now, one director. Outside of the foundation, it spread it’s euphoria gospel through music through QR codes, then videos, then blimp, before we brought this beast into detention. A hand reaches for the stun baton, but smoke pouring behind me forces me to snap around. Was there an escape? Am I being attacked? I found the source - the roses behind me, melted into the ground, along with the cup once holding milk, disappearing into a hole melted into the ground.

Acid? You drank it too - how did it not kill you?

Purring into my former coworker's ear, it grins.

The same way I make my debut with a title match - one lick, one sip at a time, my love. Don’t be a sourpuss, the Good Doctor and I can be girlbosses together!

I don’t even blink before turning the stun baton to max, and swinging as violent as I can to crack Minj over the skull and send them to the ground with ragdoll physics in a blast of volts. It’s satisfying for a second.

Until I notice the stunned shaking of electric paralysis sending Dr. England into a seizure, while Minj pops up to its feet, with a pirouette and a bow. In the meow meow hivemind, everyone is a pawn to take Minj’s licks while it escapes scot-free. We’d have killed this thing if that didn’t mean half of the eastern seaboard would have to go as the cost of admittance.

That wasn’t very polite! You’re hoping to study me to figure out how my fans come to love me-

-or how it hypnotizes those who fall for it’s cuteness into throwing their free will away to be a cat-

-and I choose Omega as the playing field, because I see soooooo many people I want to play with! So be nice! I’m just a lil’ meow meow! I’m just a lil guy! I’m harmless!

My hand reaches for the baton again. But the unholy, unnatural cracking of bones shifting beyond their limit, to force the carcass of Dr. England from bending over the wrong way, into a stand, and into a meat shield before Minj, whose hiding their laughter. Despite the fire, I drop the weapon to my side.

You know, if you stick to our deal, you won’t have your shitty lil’ tricks to pull from. You won’t know whether to wind your butt or to scratch your watch.

Nope! I won’t! And that’s okay! MEOWjin rejected my offer when we met, but that’s okay! I know they’re an amazing wrestler! Even as a better athlete, they’d probably win a wrestling match with ease! As such, I think this contest is best fought of minds, as their flesh is strong, but the mind is weak. Level-headed is one thing they’ve never been, and if I can make you all give me treats and pets and maybe poppers here or there then I toooooooooooootally can win this! So are ya’ gonna give me a chance to say hi? Or should I replace the milk you dropped from an alternative source?

Its' elbow nudges my colleague in the ribs, and I begrudging start to record. With it’s awful, bestial voice, it lets out it’s shrill, monstrous battle cry.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii sisters!!!!"

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I apologize for the delay - I’ve had my nose buried in books and in match tapes as I try my best to understand the opponent I’m debuting against. Purr my understanding, it’s normal to throw spaghetti at the wall in slandering my opponents and seeing what sticks, but I am an aristocat, and shan’t partake in such unbecoming, lowly activities. Instead, I present the real format of they-dies and gentlethems dating back thousands of years: powerpoint presentation. First slide?

Many plans went through my mind. Part of me wanted to cosplay as Meowjin’s first love in Project Honor, Zane, until I realized I’d need enough stuffing to impersonate an NFL linebacker to get the ass and birthing hips right. Or was it a quarterback? Sorry, a top told me that joke, iunno! :3

So many choices, so many options, but due to the choices of one MEOWJIN, the only options left for me to take are the worst ones! I wanted to fight over Zaddy Arata! After all, what fun is it using my tongue to clean 2% milk off a dom top’s abs if no one’s watching? Instead, my foe has rejected their reflection for showing them as they are, and decide to step into the funhouse mirrors for an image of their liking.

MYOJIN.

It’s me. It’s your bestie. I’d hold your hand while you throw up jello shots. If your date was going better than you expected, do you know who’d run to the piggly wiggly to grab you a turkey baster to be as prepared as possible for trying times? It’s me!

Turning your back on those who embraced you as the worst version of yourself was the biggest mistake of your life. In Project Honor, it was the rallying cry: if they can do it, anyone can! In XHF, you proved the ability to top and the ability to win championships aren’t mutually exclusive. In OWA? You threw away the hero facade - but only when it suited you. When Daddy did as Daddy does, you acted like he dragged you alongside him. He’s an asian supremacist, and it didn’t bother you against Sena, Emmy, Azumi, or others. Insert animorphs transformation from MYOJIN to MYO Yiannopoulos. But I love you as you are! Maybe you’re an asian supremacist, and that’s okay! Everyone belongs in the LGBTQIAsian nation of domination community~! But when you work backwards from foregone conclusions, your actions will always betray you.

MYOJIN, when you read books, do you read them for the moment you close the cover?

Do you live your life for the moment you die?

Do you fuck for the moment Arata throws your purse down the stairs to assert dominance with his thuggin love?

You’re the only nonbinary person I know who sees the world in black and white. Start, finish. Everytime you step into the ring, everytime you lace up your boots, and everytime you fight, it’s to prove someone wrong. Kingdom presented a threat, so let you tell it, you aligned yourself with someone sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo diametrically opposed to you because you had a point to prove! Twice, Bishop and his company shows that the power of love, boymusk, and bathing your legs only by allowing the water to fall as gravity commands it is stronger than hate! So you switch camps?

MYOJIN.

MYOJIN.

From one. Ahem.

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Sub to another!

You look like the word Bedazzled. Bishop looks like he cannot self-satisfy to completion without a gun in one hand, the pin of a grenade around his girth, and a broken twink under his boot. Why waste the submissive and breedable years of your life with the frontline? They need to make sure their health records and submitted and readable, before there’s a thunder storm and Mike Bishop’s on the roof with an AK ready for Vietkong. Your commonalities exist only in who you both hate - so I look forward to showing you how far love can take me, when I take Seme Arata’s surname, I take your title, and I get you between my paws, so I can open you up and show the world how beautiful you really are.

"Women and cats will do as thy please, men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea"

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