OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)

OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)

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Revelations Promo #1: Blood In The Water

(Word Count: 1,283)

*Gareth is in a gym, punching at a trainer who has heavy padding over his hands*

Gareth: one two! One two! One two! One two!

*Gareth is letting go of a barrage of jabs and hooks. They all echo off the padding of his trainer. Before his trainer breaks the session. Gareth lets out a roar of energy and exits the ring.*

Gareth: A very great many people have called pro wrestling a game of human chess. It requires a very intensive level of poise and strategy, and an intelligence that not so many possess. I was warned of this immediately upon people hearing of my intention to sign with OWA and become a pro wrestler. I must say that they were correct. But because of my superior skills as an athlete, and my poise and intelligence. I was able to immediately become dominant in my new home. Problem is… I'm not satisfied with what I've done.

*Footage of Cason's previous matches is shown, stiff strikes and hard slams that echo off of the mat. Cason roars in victory after winning the TV title*

Gareth: As much as I'd love to say it meant nothing to lose my TV title… I can't. I can't say that, because it meant alot to me. It is why I haven't spoken directly with a camera since I lost it. I became aggressive and very hotheaded. In all honesty I haven't gotten over that either. I just felt something needed to be said about my upcoming opponent and his friends.
*Gareth gives his characteristic smirk after that statement. He wipes a bit of sweat accumulated above his brow from the so far intense workout*

Gareth: to address Phantom Troupe as a whole I must say, I thought the unchained were the most pathetic batch of quivering pussies I've ever seen in a wrestling ring. Interesting that I was wrong in that assumption because the Phantom Troupe trumps them quite easily. It's just that all of you try so hard to be interesting and cool that you accomplish literally the opposite. John Doe, you are the worst culprit of trying to be cool. He says he's from redacted and he's such a charismatic mystery. But holy shit I have not been less intimidated in my life by someone. It's crazy just how cool you think you are when in fact you are absolute dirge. But John Doe happens to not be my foe for Revelations. That would be, the young Noland Eliwood.

*Gareth cracks his neck and knuckles, letting out a small growl along with the crackling. He frowns a bit at the name*

Gareth: Nolan, you are very much the groupie who is such a superfan that he tags along with the band. You really are a piece of work. You've shown it too, and by it I mean your uselessness. You got absolutely gutted in the tag team match we had and now you want me one on one? I hope you also wrote your final will and testament after you signed the contract for this one because your immediate family is gonna need it. I bet they'd be just as disappointed as John Doe would be. In fact, I'm sure they'd be moreso because they were also already disappointed, on account of having Nolan fucking Eliwood as a son. I'd be absolutely gutted if you were my son. I know that much. Sadly, I'm going to whip your ass with my hands and not with a belt. But if this was no disqualification? I might have considered bringing out a belt only for how much it would entertain me to see how much you scream while I fucking lash you like the stupid mule you are.

*Gareth makes lashing motions with his hand and laughs his ass off. He smiles toward the camera again after he regains his composure*

Gareth: But I am actually wondering how this kid expects to beat me. I'm wondering how he expects to even have a chance. Many people think they can win in spite of surmounting odds. I respect someone that can overcome adversity. That can be the man not as favored and still come out on top in the end. Sadly, or happily in my case, Nolan Eliwood is not that man. He failed against Carlos and will fail against me and will continue to fail until he understands how to pick the sort of battle that he can actually win. This is exactly the kind of thing that proves Phantom Troupe’s incoherence. And cracks the overblown and overdramatic notion that they might get some stranglehold on Olympus. Let alone the entire OWA. They just threw their young up and comer to the hungriest shark in OWA, and you best be damn sure that the blood is in the water. I not only smell it, I can taste it. I can taste victory on my tongue. I can feel it on my fingertips. I hope Nolan can see the lights he'll be staring up at once I'm done beating him to a bloody pulp and teaching him better than John Doe ever could a lesson that every new wrestler needs to learn, don't fight a losing battle. Kid, I know you're trying to impress your boss. But do you really want me to snap your arm in two? I mean…. I did that to someone already, and he carries a great many similarities to you. Both plucky, young athletes with touted potential and a pension for the acrobatic maneuver. They were also both part of stables, and both have yet to prove themselves. Let's seriously hope that you and David Fierce do not end up on the same path. I'd hate to ruin a career the same way twice. I mean, actually, I'd love to. If it meant that it got to your stupid leader and caused him to rethink his strategy. I can already see the holes in everything he is attempting to accomplish. You are only the first to be shown off for the world to see. Soon, your brethren in the Troupe will suffer the same fate. I'll be one step closer to the championship that I've earned. And you'll be in trash heap where you belong with Hades the Hellraiser, Zak Zero, Miles Taylor, David Fierce, and all the flash in the pan stars that have attempted a takedown of Gareth Cason. I am one of the most decorated men in OWA history without hitting my peak yet. You'll see why I've been touted as one of the best wrestlers in the world, and you're not even a blip on the radar. Bring the entire Troupe with you if you'd like, I've already beaten the shit out of some of them anyway. And the rest of them aren't in my league to begin with. If you haven't figured it out yet, you're fucking with the wrong guy. But I hope you show up at Revelations, and i hope Doe, Stark, Omen, Maggall, and whoever else is in your gang of Muppets is watching. Because it's going to be a murder remeniscent of the Black Dahlia out there. Except this time, the world will know who did it.

So go on….

Take your shot, Nolan.

Take your shot at the hungriest shark in the waters.

But don't be surprised when you get ripped apart.
Because you're not facing a normal man…

You're facing a man that is…

LEGIT. FUCKING. DANGEROUS.

*Gareth chuckles heartily as he pulls his gloves back onto his hands. He shoves his shark tooth mouthguard into his mouth, and slides back into the ring as the camera fades to black*

The deed is done.

After I toiled away for nearly two years attempting to regain what was lost to me and witnessing the demise of a creation whose weight I bore on my shoulders crumble into ash, I have finally been able to right the most egregious wrong that has been delivered to me in my career by claiming this… the Omega Heavyweight Championship. CM Nas proved be a contender to hold this championship and someone that was worthy to be a rival to chase after this glittering trophy that I cling onto my shoulder, but I was the better man at the end of the day. I knew that I could recapture the glory of being known as a world champion in the palm of my hand and when I did, it was a blissful moment knowing that the struggles I had went through would be all worth it in the end. Even when The Phantom Troupe attempted to snatch the spotlight away from me in an attempt to besmirch the moment that I had made for my career, nothing could take away the moment that I had made. I did what no one thought I was going to do and became known as the second-ever Omega Heavyweight Champion and dethroned the man that had nearly monopolized the division into his favor. I took the sweet vengeance that was gifted to me by force and from the man that took away my opportunity to have this moment, I snatched the championship he had made something of value away from him. CM Nas has always been a competitor that I could respect, that I could see as a man I could relate with as we scratched and clawed for everything that we attained, and shockingly… we came to respect each other at the end of our war. I didn’t believe it would happen, especially when The Phantom Troupe came down that aisle to make their statement known, but strangely enough there is a respect there now that I have for CM Nas. I don’t know what changed from within him and maybe the match we had at Civil War, it brought forth a revelation that there was a change that needed to be made. However, that’s what this night that awaits us is about, right? Revelations. When the honeymoon stage of becoming the Omega Heavyweight Championship finally wore off and I had soaked in all the adulation and the praise that came from my victory, a revelation dawned upon me. With this gilded championship that so many covet, there are those that are slinking in the shadows awaiting the next moment to strike when this championship would be ready to be claimed by the next chosen fighter to take the mantle. Whether the day comes at this event or if it is months or years from now, there will come a night where one man will end up besting me in this fight, but there is one man that I know that will not be that man to dethrone me as the Omega Heavyweight Champion… Stark.

This debate that everyone has had in their mind of which man was the best and worthy of praise above the other has grown quite tiresome for me. Ever since the first moments that Stark and I have shared the same ring, I have had to listen to the constant dispute of Stark being a man of more talent and skill than I am because of that victory. Once our Three Stages of Hell match happened, the world looked with shock and stated that I still had what it took. I STILL had what it took? As if there was a question that I could still perform with the best of them inside of the squared circle, they questioned if I could be able to defeat Stark? I understand that Stark is a person that has the skill and merit behind him to prove to be recognized as a world champion wherever he wanted to go, but don’t get the mentality that I cannot handle my own against someone like him. Stark has always been a big fish in a little pond when it came to his successes. His world championship accolades and status of being inducted into a Hall of Fame, that was all because he swam vigorously into the small pond that made him a name in the first place for people to take a second glance at. However, every moment where he was thrown into the pond with the other big fishes that chased after the same glory that he wanted, he couldn’t keep up with the sharks. Every moment, he crumbled under the pressure and was left in the middle of the ring in a broken and disheveled state that he wouldn’t be able to come back from unless he took a hiatus from the ring to recuperate. The entire audience needs to have their own revelation that Stark shouldn’t even be in the same conversation as me. There should be no debate on who is the top name between us and yet, one night where fate decided to side with him, the entire world has to beg the question and continue to ask it. I’ve heard it so many times that the echoed question from everyone is almost as if I have begun listening to a scratched record as the needle remains on the same scuffed line of who is best. This looping question should have been put to rest, buried underneath the Three Stages of Hell that we endured to make sure that this question would no longer need to be answered, but it has come to this. One last fight. To be able to up the ante and be able to strike against The Phantom Troupe, this match has been made and this time… with this prestigious prize of the Omega Heavyweight Championship hanging in the balance. You know how much this championship has become to mean to me, Stark. I have laid that out clearly for you and you think that what happened in our Three Stages of Hell was the best that I could give you? Oh no… that was just a taste. You will need to realize that this championship was what I fought for day in and day out. The moment when I claimed this and could prove to the entire world that every passing statement of whether I could still do this or whether I was going to take my last ride in this business was a question that never needed to be asked, that’s what this trophy means to me. It means that I am still one of the most controversial names in this sport that everyone can flock around, it means that no one of this roster can doubt where my allegiances lie, and that I am going nowhere and will remain at the top of my game as Omega Heavyweight Champion. I know that you hope to accomplish the feat of bringing me down onto my shoulders and pinning me to claim this championship in the name of The Phantom Troupe and bringing the dominance and ruthlessness that this faction presents into this company, but do you know what I hope this match does? I hope that it brings forth a revelation to these fans that I deserve to hold this championship and that you were NEVER worth my time! I hope that this brings a revelation to every person in the locker room that wants a shot at this championship that it will not be a simple task to pry this championship from my possession! I hopes it brings a revelation that The Phantom Troupe needs to know that I won’t let them walk over everything that I have set out to accomplish! However, the most important one of all…

May this match bring forth the revelation that Stark does not stand in the same light as me and that I remain The Iconic One.

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Bulletproof --- REVELATIONS!
Promo Number One

“They say there's hell to pay. You can keep the change if you want. When you're standing face to face with the devil taking you on Hit me with your best shot, You can't make my heart stop is that the best that you've got? Baby, I can bleed, I can hurt Knock me down in the dirt I am strong I'll show you even when I'm black and blue. I can bleed, I can hurt Knock me down in the dirt I am strong, I'll show you Even when I'm black and blue: I'm bulletproof. Yeah, I'm bulletproof. They say that love's a game I don't wanna play no more. Don't need no Novocaine I can take the pain or walk out the door. Hit me with your best shot. You can't make my heart stop Is that the best that you've got?”

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“Mama?”

The small voice echoed from the computer screen that sat on a desk in the dim lighted room. Still locked away in the Heaven’s Den, this was the only way she could hear or see her sweet little prince who was safe in the place she wish she was---home---But no, for the past few months she has been stuck in hell and was forced to sleep in a small dark room that smelt like black mold and death. It was a nightmare. Not because of where she was, no. It was a nightmare because she way far away from her children and her love of her life.

“Mama, did you hear me?”

The voice spoke again. Tarah finally snapped outta her thoughts. “No, baby, I’m sorry. What did you say?”

Brady whined as he pouted, “I asked when are you coming home. It's almost Christmas!” A soft smile graced Tarah’s face as she look at her son through the computer screen again. “I know it is but I’ll be home soon, baby boy. Real soon.” Aloud crying cheer of ‘yay’ echoed from the speakers that made Tarah’s heart wince. “Did Daddy remember to send out the letters to Santa?”

“No, Daddy has been busy but Uncle Bull & Uncle GG said that they will find a way to get them to Santa!”

Tarah shook her head, laughing weakly. “Well that's good, I suppose. What did you ask Santa for anyway?” As Brady began to tell her all the action Figures and toys he wanted; Tarah just looked at him. She studied his face. His eyes that matched his father’s and his smile that was missing a few teeth. If only she was there was the only thought that crossed her mind as he beamed at her in every shade of happiness he could feel. Suddenly the echoing of the front door opening could be heard.

“Sport? Brady, you here? We’re home with Lunch.” A voice came from the background as the door shut. Excitement appeared on Brady’s face as he looked towards the voice.

“Dad!” He quickly looked back towards his mother before rushing away from the computer. For a moment Tarah sat there, hearing mumbles of her two boys and giggles from her daughter in the background while she waited. After a few minutes, a large figure walked into the view and sat in the computer chair; with a smile on his lips that could take her breath away in any mood she was in. Just seeing him...the smile on Tarah’s face couldn’t be hidden...even if she tried.

He looked at his Wife through the screen for a moment as he held their one year old daughter close. “Hey Tare.” His ‘hello’ was softer than normal. “Are you ready for tomorrow?” Tarah shook her head, chuckling weakly. ‘He jumped right into that’, she thought as she looked back at him to see him hiding the worry on his face.

She nodded her head slowly, “Yeah...I’m ready, love. Are you?” He nodded his head too before his eyes glanced down at Maya, who was holding her CM Nas action figure close before he looked back up at Tarah. “Of course. I’m ready to help get you home to us. We miss you...I miss you.” Tarah smiled more hearing that. “I miss you all too---” Maya whined, reaching with one hand for the screen; finally noticing her mother which almost made Tarah crack. “Especially you, Sweet Maya.” She wiped a runaway tear from her cheek before she spoke again, “Are you bringing them with you to the Arena tomorrow?”

Nas nodded, “Yeah, Brady wouldn’t stop asking me and if he goes, Maya has to go and that means The Uncles are going to have watch them and---” He lets out a dramatic sigh which makes Tarah laugh before smiling at him. “They will be fine with them. They always are.” Nas scuffs as Maya looks up at him, giggling due to the noise, “Yeah till they feed them sugar and send them back to us high on that shit.” She shook her head, listening to her love complain. “True but we have dealt with worse than our little devils on a sugar high.”

“I suppose we have, huh.” Tarah smiled for a moment at his comment before looking down from the screen, sighing. “What is it?” Nas said softly.

Shaking her head, Tarah looked back up at the screen; finally seeing the worry hit his face fully. “What if its too much...what if I lose again and I don't get to come home to Brady. To Maya...To you? What if it gets too much and you throw the towel? I---” Nas cut her off, shaking his head quickly. “Hey, no. Shhh...You can’t think like that, Baby. Look...tomorrow night, We’re gonna walk into that Dome together as the Best Couple Alive and guess what?”

“Hmm?” She hummed.

He smirks at her weakly, “I’m not going to even think twice about throwing that damn towel in. You know why?” She shook her head, “It's because I know you can over power Kenny Drake. You did it once and you can do it again. Right?” Tarah nodded her head, listening to every word he spoke to her. “Right. So you will do what you do best and fight. And I will be there every step of the way, rooting you on because you are The Best Woman Alive, never forget that.”

After he finished, Tarah looked at him with nothing but love in her eyes. “Thank you for being in my corner, love.” He smiled back at her, “Anything for my woman.” Suddenly, Maya yawned which made both of them smile. “You better get her down for her nap and check on Brady...he's being too quiet in the kitchen alone.” Nas chuckled at his wife who was smirking back at him. “You have a point, Baby. Alright. We’ll see you at the Arena tomorrow?” Tarah nodded, “Bright and Early, yes.” They both looked at each other for what seemed like forever, not wanting to be the first one to close the video chat but alas another yawn from Maya happened and it was decided for the both of them who had to go.

“I love you, Tarah.”

“I love you more, Nas.”

Click.
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Hours have past since the Video Chat with her family. Now Tarah sat quietly on the old bed she was given by Drake and his pack. It was wore out and felt like a bed of nails in her back but she didn’t care at this point. All she cared about what the fact that tomorrow she will be free from these chains that Drake held her in and she would finally, after months of being in the Dark, be with the three most important people in her life. After a few moment, Tarah looks up from the floor with a soft smile on her lips; looking ready for what tomorrow brings.

“This Life I live...is so much different than what I thought it was going to be. When I started wrestling back in 2007, I never once thought I would become as big as I am. I never thought I would become the BEST WOMAN WRESTLER in all the companies that I have graced or become the Killer that scares my opponents shitless. I’ve became a face of a company. A woman that inspired a generation of reckless wrestlers. I am a Leader. The ShockCollar and Kenny?” Tarah smirks at the camera. “You can never take that away from me. You don’t have the power. The will to beat me. You want to take charge so bad. Become this God-Alpha among men and only person that has been standing in your way of completing that goal is me. I mean I stopped you once but you kept coming till you finally won...but that wasn’t enough for you, was it? AND even with me being forced by your side, you still can’t control me. See, you need to understand that I cannot be controlled. I can’t be held back and forced to do something I don’t wanna do. I’m not like every other Wolf you have in your pack but you don’t understand that. So what do you do...You get upset that you are powerless and now you want to try again. You want to dance in the squared circle with me one final time---only now if you win I become nothing more than a nameless, faceless masked soldier that will do your bidding...but that’s the thing, Kenny. I’m not going to lose...not when I have my heart and soul standing in my corner.” She shakes her head slowly, chuckling weakly. “You need to realize that no matter how hard you hit me or how deep you cut my skin, I will not bow and Nas will not throw the towel in to save you from me. See, he knows that I can beat you. He has been in my corner for years and he has watched become this ruthless wrestler. He knows I can handle anyone or thing that has stood in my way from beating the odds and this match? This match is no different than anything I have done before...the only thing makes this match so much more is that I am risking my home...so with that on the line; I will win. No doubt about it, Kenny. I am willing to do what it takes to make sure you and Niki understand that I am a fighter, a mother and a fuckin’ Alpha all wrapped in one and NOTHING will stop me from breaking away from this cult. I am a woman of my word you son of a bitch and I’m going to fight my way out of your claws if it the last thing I fuckin’ do.”

Tarah stands up from the bed, her eyes more darker than usual. “You might think you have the upper hand in this fight among us, Kenny but you don’t. God, you truly don’t. See, I don’t care if you believe you are the biggest Wolf in the pack...I don’t that you believe you have the teeth that will shatter my bones...You are nothing to me. You are just this weak, pitiful pup that believes that his bite is worse than his howl but its not. You are all talk, Kenny. All this wisdom and threats you spit down at me are just meaningless. You cannot pin me to the ground without you're pack by your side because you relay on them to do your fighting for you. Just like our second battle. You had them attack me. You had your OWN WIFE try to talk her way into my head to get this win...but our first battle? The one where I walked out as the ONE TRUE ALPHA...I did it all by myself. I didn’t need anyone by my side. I didn’t need to call on others to take you out. I made you so easy, you wanted to meet GOD HIMSELF. I did that...and it's going to happen in this final battle to...Or not.” Tarah shakes her head from side to side, her dark hair flowing with every move. “No, you might get to meet your all because Niki will throw the towel in...She worries too much. She cares so much and she knows when I smell blood in the water; i’m not going to stop beating your till I watch the last breath leave you body. I told her once I was going to end you...and this time, I mean it. I’m going to end you, Kenny. I’m going to end you not only because you got in my way but you separated me from my Children. You forced my to do what you wanted and smile while doing it. You made me think I was smaller than you for months but no more. I am done feeling like I am nothing but a gear in your machine. I’m going to show you that I am more than meets the eye. That I am wild. I am Brutal. That I will encircle you and conquer you with everything I have. Kenny, I will be more powerful than your pack and your teeth and your blood lust. I will be your undoing...”

She suddenly goes quiet. She slowly lets out a breath before looking back at the camera once more.

“When this is all over, Kenny...when I stand over your motionless corpse...you're finally going to fuckin’ believe that I am ONE TRUE ALPHA compared to you. Like my beloved said, I have done this before. My claws and my fangs are already tainted in your blood...so there is NOTHING you can do to stop me from winning now.” Tarah snorts, a smirk gracing her lips, “But please continue to attempt to tear me down. Break me. Beat me but remember...Whatever you are willing to do to me, I will do it ten folds harder to you. At the end of the night, I’m going to rip you're neck out with my teeth and make sure you never speak another word to me or my family again, Kenny...this WAR of WOLVES is over. Finished. Close the book.”

Tarah chuckles one final time, “No more Kenny Drake...Goodbye...” The camera suddenly goes out making the scene go completely dark. Before the camera shuts off A voice echoes from the darkness.

“WOLVES…AETERNUM…NEVERMORE”

WORDS: 2300 | TAGGED: KENNY DRAKE
© TARAH JAY NOVA

Justice. It’s a very simple word. Something I learned very quickly in life. From my parents, to my teachers, to my mentors in the wrestling business, so on and so forth. Everyone talks about what a strong sense of justice is. What does it mean to live in a high moral compass? What entails being a good natured human being. Even being one who goes above and beyond normal good standards to be what many would describe as a hero. My mentor and supposed friend for many years CM Nas taught me that to be a true hero, you need to stand for what you believe in is right. And you cannot lose vision of your pursuits of justice! No matter how many clouds form above your head you cannot allow yourself to get lost in your emotions and must continue to move forward! I was a kid who had no attributes for being successful in this business. I was destined to be a failure. Never able to make any amount of success no matter how miniscule in this profession of ours...until I met Nas. He was a hero to me. Someone who faced all the same adversities I did. Someone who overcame all the same obstacles I faced. Someone who achieved great things in his time in this business despite no one ever giving him a fair shot of being a big deal from the start like many others. And I would consider myself much in the same. Compared to the likes of Bull Connors, Nate Cage, Jeff X, Isaac Thornton, Christopher Sabertooth, and my opponent for Revelations Gareth Cason...I could not match those guys from the start. They would all eat me alive. These are the blue chippers among blue chippers. Meanwhile the best analogy for me is the last kid to get picked for the dodgeball team. But I did finally get picked by a team. Not CM Nas’ team...Not OWA’s team. I was not good enough for them. When I came to OWA, CM Nas and Rick Walton told me they had my best interest. My Mentor and Friend, more like a big brother or even father figure in this business to me CM Nas told me he would take care of me and make sure I became as big of a star as I possibly could, never hindered by politics for whatever reason or big headed egos wanting to hog the spotlight… Little did I ever suspect that CM Nas himself had become the very thing he desired to erase from this world. CM Nas always preaches so proudly about how he will make the world of pro wrestling the best it possibly could be. Eliminating the cancers and toxic that plague this business. Meanwhile CM Nas was none the wiser to ever suspecting that he was slowly but surely becoming the very thing he looked to combat for years. He became the thing he opposed for years. As a young prospect on the rise he was always doubt. Always told he’d never be a big deal. Now he is THE PILLAR of OWA! He is the physical embodiment of this company today...But now CM Nas thinks he can switch up back and forth just because he was finally knocked off of his high horse by Jacob Senn. A much deserved defeat given his attitude. But I never lost faith in Nas

...at least not until I met John Doe. John Doe was just the man I needed to meet to put everything into perspective for me. CM Nas convinced me everything I was chasing after was all a lie. Becoming a top star in this industry to be a beacon of light. A sign of opportunity for my fellow pro wrestlers that you CAN succeed despite whatever setbacks you may be faced with. CM Nas convinced me that that was all a bunch of garbage by selling his soul to the devil when he turned his back on everyone who supported him along the way just because he got his hands on a little gold. John Doe and the rest of Phantom Troupe gave me a true home. They give me what I needed most of all. More than anything else. They give me the security I never could have or would have gotten from CM Nas. Now make no mistake about it. I love and care for each and every single one of you the Fans of Professional Wrestling. Unlike CM Nas who became what he despised and is completely unrecognizable from even one calendar year ago...I am still the exact same kid who aspires to make the world around me and my profession a better place. I am a hero. I love this business and do not wish to see it perish. It hurts me that Phantom Troupe is going to have to cut the head off of Olympus...but it is a necessary sacrifice for the greater good. The fact that CM Nas can ally himself with men like Miltiades, Carlos Rosso, and Gareth Cason and think he is the morally correct one in this is insane to me. And sure I’ve got problems. I mean what sane human being stares Gareth Cason in the face and dares him to please give me more pain. But guess what! Tha pain i absorb at the hands of Gareth Cason are necessary for the greater good. John Doe and The Phantom Troupe have given me the platform to showcase my talents to the world and make myself the example to follow for our generation and generations to come! Gareth Cason, you are the exact embodiment of everything wrong with OWA today. You are arrogant, you are selfish, you are ruthless, and you are...to put it simply, legitimately dangerous. Yes clever, I know. But your abilities cannot be underestimated. I mean you devastated my mentor with very little experience and have been THE rookie talent this year. There’s no disputing that. You took to this industry like a young duckling takes to water. You are THE next breakout talent no doubt about it. But there could not be two different men in this business than you and I fundamentally. You came from the world of MMA. You achieved immense success there as well. But be honest with us all, you did not desire to be a Pro Wrestler. The fact that someone like you who’s true passions were elsewhere can come into a promotion like this and instantly blow up and instantly become a household name, when someone like I must toil around for years disgusts me. But one thing you should have learned about me Gareth is I do not quit. I don’t back down. And you CANNOT KEEP ME DOWN! I WILL CONTINUE TO FIGHT UNTIL I EARN YOUR RESPECT! AND WHEN I BEAT YOU IT’S GOING TO BE TOO SWEET! I DO NOT CARE IF I HAVE TO SACRIFICE MYSELF WITH YOU! I AM WILLING TO THROW MYSELF INTO AN IMMENSE FLAME AS LONG AS YOU COME WITH ME! WE’LL BOTH GO OUT IN A BLAZE OF GLORY...BUT YOU WILL BURN UP ALL ALONE!

INEVITABLE

We see a shadowy figure walk around a room with only a single bulb for a light source. The man is seen wearing a black robe and a skull mask over his face as he suddenly stops and walks underneath the light, revealing the intricacies of his attire.

“Doth I has't thy attention? tis I, the embodiment of death. Kneeleth bef're me.” Said the man with a deep voice.

“I has't not f'rgotten about thee. Saul Omen. The h'rsemen of death. Thee has't disappoint'd me” Continued the man. He slowly puts his hand over his mask and takes it off revealing his identity to be none other than Christopher Sabertooth. Chris picks up the OWA Television Championship lying behind him and drapes it over his shoulder.

“Death… It’s permanence and inevitability is what our lives are defined by. Our legacy…. Our identity…. Not everybody is fortunate enough to be remembered by everybody, whether good or bad. O’Shea for example. Though he lives on in my memory. He could have been a lot more. He could have been standing beside me today with gold over his shoulder, just like mine. But unfortunately, life had different plans for him. There were times, where death seemed like the easier option. But my life… my dreams… They had to be kept alive. I couldn't give up even if I tried. So, the familiarity that I share with death, not something I am too proud off, is what drives you. Your unhealthy fascination with death… Gives me the heebie jeebies. Surely, being part of the a blood cult obsessed with death has to be red flag for the company but I digress.” Said Chris as he kicks the mask on the floor.

“Being in SSW…. And Now, on Friday Nights, it’s a shame that we get to face each other only now. But what a time it is! It’s Holiday season and I have a lot of things planned with Rocky and the crew. Those are friends, Saul. I am not too sure that you are aware of them as it seems like you love stabbing the ones close to you, in the back. Both metaphorically and literally! Whether it be Nas or the impending blow-out with Nolan… Whenever that happens. You clearly cannot sustain any kind of relationship. Yet you choose to align yourself with John Doe and the rest of the Phantom Troupe. You promise to be the poison that puts OWA into the grave. I shouldn’t care about it…. The management has tried to keep me away from championship glory for as long as they could. But everything that I have done so far… It was all for me. I returned to wrestling to build on to my legacy. And I cannot afford it to be tainted yet again by a group of people who think they are bigger than this business. People who think that they can kill companies just on a whim to satisfy their own lust for chaos. I cannot let you or the Phantom Troupe get away with it. I don’t care about your personal motives to come after my title… I don’t care about your obsession with death. And I certainly don’t care about your alliance with The Phantom Troupe. The numbers might end up being stacked against me but that is exactly what I have been doing ever since I stepped foot in this business. People have doubted my credentials… They have doubted my ability but I have proved each and every one of them wrong. Nobody believed in me when I said that I would return to this business and pick up exactly where I left. Nobody believed me when I said that I would held championship gold once again. I beat Gareth Cason, a man who holds the record for most number of title defenses… A man who single handedly made this title the most prestigious and sought after belts in this brand. Heck, in all of OWA! I beat him… But that’s not it. I need to elevate this championship to newer heights and so far I have gotten on to a rocky start. Maggall did manage to become the first man to pick up a pinfall victory against me. While everything should be looking up for me… I have everything that I had asked for… Yet, things could definitely be better than what it is at right now. My first title defense awaits me… But the question on mind is… What if it is my last? Will I ever be able to win that championship again? Or any title for that matter. Will I just go down in memory as a transitional champion? Is that my legacy? No. No…. NO! Just thinking about this boils my blood. My resolve is not weak. I don’t care what it takes anymore…. But I am holding to this title with everything I have got. You will have to pry this out of my hands if you want it. But even that won’t be good enough. Because I did not fight for my dreams just to be a forgotten memory. I cannot let O’Shea’s sacrifice be in vain. OWA will not end up like SSW. I know you don’t really care about this title, Saul. But this means everything to me. This is my ticket to redemption. Saul Omen… You can have my soul… But you are not taking this title away from me.” Said Chris passionately as he takes a long look at the TV title.

“I hate to keep reminding myself about the horrors that I faced on a daily basis as Havoc. The cult following that I gained through questionable actions certainly reminds me of what you stand for. I don’t regret being Havoc but I certainly regret not stopping it when I had the chance. But life works in mysterious ways. While, the similarities between Havoc and Saul Omen are damning… It also gives me an opportunity to do what I couldn’t do back then. I finally get to beat the living shit out of a cultist who is clearly out of his mind. But I have to hand it to you. You are no slouch… As a matter of fact, you are one half of the former SSW Tag Team Champions. Civil War was an important day for both of us. While it marked as your first appearance here in the OWA, turning on your own tag team partner in CM Nas… You also managed to be part of the winning side. SSW triumphed over the wounded OWA as the returning Jon Doe landed the final blow. And what looked like a clear indication of a brand’s superiority over the others…. Ended up being a death sentence. SSW’s fate was sealed long before I decided to step foot into it. While The Phantom Troupe would love to stake claim to the demise of SSW… There are a lot other factors which led to the eventual downfall of what was supposedly the ‘superior’ company. Not only did that act as a confidence boost to The Phantom Troupe… It also gave our very own Chairman, Mr. Bob Taylor the wonderful idea of offering official contracts to the very same people that led to the defeat of his own company. I knew the management lacked any sense of judgement here in the OWA, but this was taking it to the absolute limits. Bob’s ego blinded him from the possibility of his own company going down under. He was so deluded by his own pride that he was willing to give up everything that he has built so far. I am sure Bob will get his own comeuppance eventually… But the task that lies ahead of the rest of the OWA roster was of monumental proportions. While everybody has their own standoffs that they want the spotlight on… I believe that the people are looking forward to what we can do, Saul. On paper, what could be better than having Saul Omen… Son of a cult leader. A man devoted to serve his deity, Death. A man known as the ‘Soul Collector’ against the man who sold his soul to the devil for a shot at redemption. A man formerly known as ‘Havoc’. The OWA Television Champion, Christopher Sabertooth. Two workhorses… Two contrasting yet similar personalities. One outcome… Will it be the man who would do anything to satisfy Death itself? Honestly, all you need a golden glove and a couple of jewels and you’re probably set! Or… Will it be the man of the hour… The defending champion… The belt with the most prestige. Yes, I am looking at you Virgo. Spoiler Alert! It will be me! The Phantom Troupe has had a fair share of time in the spotlight. Although they are yet to achieve on their goal, but here’s where I step in. I don’t care of Nas or Jacob Senn are able to hold their own against their opponents. Even though their matches hold importance in the grander scheme of things…. My focus lies elsewhere. I would love to see the Phantom Troupe fall victim to the hands of the rest of the OWA roster… But even if the worst case scenario takes place… Even if CM Nas isn’t able to put Jon Doe down for the three count. Even if Stark gets hold of the Omega Heavyweight Championship. Even if everybody else loses… I will give it my all to keep my title. Even if it ends up being my very last defense. Even if OWA ends up sharing the same fate as its sister promotion… I will not let this title get in the hands of undeserving scum.” Said Chris as he taps on the OWA Television title on his shoulder. The feeling of pride has taken over Chris as he walks closer to the camera frame.

“Revelations… the divine or supernatural disclosure to humans of something relating to human existence. Revelations…. A surprising and previously unknown fact that has been disclosed to others. The textbook definitions of what Revelations is. What an apt title for a show like this, I must say. As the true motives of The Phantom Troupe became clearer to the rest of us, the personal agendas that each and every member of the Olympus roster hold within them might take form. So, what is that you truly desire, Saul. I can see that it is not the title… If it really was, then you wouldn’t stab your own brother in the back even if your leader suggests that you would do so. If it was for the title… You would have made it clear to me instead of letting Bob Taylor do your bidding. So, what is it that you are after? This Sunday, we might glimpse into the mind of Saul Omen. A bruised, battered Saul Omen…When my hands will be raised in victory… Your true intentions will be revealed to the rest of us. And for that, I am intrigued. And as for the rest of The Phantom Troupe… I know that you have your own problems to worry about. So, I am not too sure if the numbers advantage truly apply here. But even if they do… Even if you decide to show up and support your fellow Trooper. You will end up facing the consequences for your stupid actions. This isn’t just a ‘real’ wrestler warning his subpar opposition. This isn’t just a champion talking a big game… This is a man who has wreaked Havoc before and is not afraid to let it lose again. I will give it my all… No matter what it takes. I will not be a forgotten memory. I will preserve my legacy. My journey to the top of this business will continue regardless of how many obstacles you put in my way. That’s what a champion does. I am Christopher Sabertooth. I am the alpha and the omega. And I will kick your motherfucking head off. Death…. Death will be the easy way out, Omen. A war awaits you.” Said Chris as he raises the OWA Television Championship above his shoulder, with a faint smirk plastered on his face.

FADE TO BLACK

(We begin in a cordoned off factory building. Slightly new but has been around long enough to start showing of the wear and tear of the outside. It used to belong to one of the big car manufacturers in the area, but after some time it became apparent that this location wasn’t doing all that well. Now, now it’s a haven for Miltiades. He comes here ever so often, to think, to gather his thoughts, to mentally prepare himself for whatever may come. On the outside you see a group patrolling, making sure no one gets close to Miltiades at any cost. Inside Aren, Fenix, and Fenris look one from the scaffolding within the building as a makeshift ring stands in the middle. In it Miltiades isn’t wrestling, no he’s being put through the ringer with his trainer. He stands there and takes strikes from many of his training partners. He can dish it, he must relearn how to take it. And the progress is showing. The trainer stops this and motions for Aren to join him. He whispers something to him, and Aren approaches Miltiades.)

Improvements is what I’m hearing. It’s something we’ve been seeing since we got here. But I still don’t understand anything. Why did we leave the valley, why did we leave all of that behind. You burned everything to the ground.

(Miltiades wipes away the sweat, and looks Aren in the eye with a smirk on his face.)

Because, it’s the past. You were the one who was telling me to leave everything, and I did. I left that weakness behind. We still have the militia, we still have the army. I still have you, Fenix, and Fenris it’s like nothing has changed. We just have a change of scenery is all. Everyone is still loyal, everyone is still doing their thing, but us, no we needed to look at better heights. This place looks rundown, hell it is rundown I’m not going to lie, but what it also shows is what the future holds for us as a group. If we can adapt, we can run this shit even better than what we did in that valley. Revolutionize our way of thinking, revolutionize our way of life, and make it something we are wanting to obtain.

(Aren looks at his with a feint look of disappointment. He looks back up to the others and they look at him giving him a sign of whatever. They all have their qualms, but as far as we’ve seen, Miltiades hasn’t done anything to make them think something was wrong.)

So with that said, what are we doing to get what is rightfully yours. I see you have a match this Sunday, but all I’ve seen is conditioning. I get being able to take punishment is something you need to do, but at this point I’m unsure of the plan. I just need to know whether or not to keep looking for more people.

(Miltiades gives a huge sigh and look back at Aren.)

The plan, Aren. The plan is to show these people that what I’ve done, what I’m going to do, and what I’ve been saying I’m going to do is about to come to pass. You see I make good on promises. That’s why most of these people keep following me, they see the promises I’ve fulfilled for them. I’ve made weak men strong, greedy men satisfied with their surrounding, and made the powerful feel like the rule the world. It’s in this way I’m going to make OWA realize that my promises are going to go fulfilled. Because you have this promotion lost. You have these sheep without the shepherd that I’ve promised but now, I’m back, and I’m going to take what is mine. And I’m going to do so at the sake of one Andre Virgo. Small little man, but one who has been a thorn in my side for oh so long so I’m finally happy to get it over and done with.

(Miltiades exits the ring, and puts his shirt on. Aren follows still talking with Miltiades trying to pinpoint what is needed of him, but honestly he’s also trying to see if Miltiades’s wellbeing might be in danger.)

But there should be other ways we could do this. We are your right-hand men, we have hands in different areas of this promotion, there is obviously something we can do to expedite the process. Because we have been on the back burner for so long that we are getting restless.

(Miltiades stops and gets in Aren’s face.)

You will get what you want. We all will get what we want. We will get this promotion as another part of our kingdom another part of our legacy we are building. We have been working for so long with no result yes, but this time, this time is different. Because what we have been doing, what you, Fenix, and Fenris have been doing in the background is about to come into fruition. These people have always talked about us, but this time, they are of a calm mind. They aren’t ready for this storm that is coming, this new addictive force that’s going to cripple all sorts of activity. We have this at our disposal I just need you to be with me on this. Now go, go get everything ready for Sunday.

(Miltiades dismisses Aren, who leaves begrudgingly, but nonetheless he’ll have to see this through. Miltiades makes his way to an area of the factory where his room is situated and looks in the mirror. How far he’s come from the naïve prince, to now a man willing to tear down the walls and build his own foundation.)

I’m back. People say I should’ve stayed wherever the hell I was. And honestly I thought I wasn’t ready, so much success in so short of time, yet I had nothing to show for it. I gave idiots grandeur, I have losers the fight of their lives, and I gave no-names a legacy. Yet I had nothing to show for it. I was the favorite loser, I was the man people knew that no matter the outcome I would make the name for them, I would be the man who gave the accolade rather than received it. It was something I had to deal with for some time, but now, now I’m going to say I’ve accepted it. Because you know what this means for the likes of OWA, Andre Virgo, CM Nas, and any other half-wit who has faced me in my time here. It means I am owed something. And now I am here to collect. I am here to get what is owed to me and that means doing what I can in my power and outside of it as well. Andre Virgo, you just happen to be the first stepping stone and honestly, the first to witness the start of a new Era. You should feel ecstatic. You should feel honored being that footnote in MY history book. Because Andre, that’s all you ever were at the beginning of this. We never saw eye to eye, ever since SSW we were at odds, but you’ve always been at thorn in my side. And I want to rectify that, I want to show you that you are nothing more than just a person. I’m willing to do so much, and even more than what I’ve done so far. Because you’ve besmirched my name, and I don’t fault you for that. Because everyone is always ignorant in the sight of greatness, and that’s only because they do not know what will follow. Virgo, we are going to meet for the last time. And this time it’s going to end with me taking what you hold dear. Not because I want to, not because I think you don’t deserve it, but because I know I can. And that’s the message I want you all to take from this. I do what I want, because I have the ability to do so, and you have the ability to do nothing. You can try and try, but in all actuality you are not going to be able to do anything. Virgo keep that title warm for me, because soon, It’ll find it’s way back home.

Without Bloodshed, There Can Be No Peace

[Diantha,after finally hearing a response from Natalie, collapsed from exhaustion in the small room she had made into a makeshift classroom. She was taken to an empty bed and left to rest, dreaming all sorts of wild and horrible fantasies of the things she wanted to do to her enemy. When she had awakened, she wandered back into the classroom, an epiphany starting to dawn on her as she sorted through the various notes she had made. She notices her new students, Sabrina and Shirona, sleeping not far away on temporary cots they had borrowed. Standing over them for a moment she crouched down, putting a hand on a shoulder of both girls, smiling.]

I have to go. Please take care of each other while I’m away. I’m not fighting for just myself or the wolves. I fight for the two of you now. I’m going to create a world for the both of you where people don’t abandon one another, where everyone is understood. Where no one is left alone….

[And so she leaves. The words of her enemy have not angered her. The wildness, the frustration and anger from days and months gone by seems to have waned. She traveled alone, as she typically does. Roni is her sister among the wolves but Diantha prefers now simply to be left alone when she’s not mentoring. It’s a strange irony: the girl that once felt pained and saddened while alone now finds comfort in it...all while isolating herself from most of her new family.]

I am psychotic?

The woman who takes lives simply because she can, abandons those she claims to adore and love, turns her back to her own brother and babbles incoherently and insults those who have shown the utmost respect for her thinks I am psychotic?

You are delusional.

You are foolish.

And, most important of all, you are wrong.

For the longest time, I thought that I could still be the one to reach you. That we could return to the way things once were, you and I, side by side, poised to conquer Odyssey and OWA as a whole. I hoped with all sincerity that my voice could reach you, even if they were harsh words, words that you didn’t want to hear, that you would return to us.

I was wrong.

Instead of returning to your family, you have proven that you have no sense of family. No true purpose. You wander about pandering to the people in the arenas, pandering to yourself. Selling this image of you being this cool, awesome badass who doesn’t have a regret. Who has seen carnage on the battlefield that would bring indescribable horror and despair to my “innocent eyes”.

You never cared about any of us. Not me, certainly not Roni, not even your own brother. Just look at the insults that you have hurled at me of late, someone who loved you. You’ve called me shitty afterbirth, a loon, a loser. I have certainly not gone mad, even though my behavior to some eyes can be construed as bizarre. In fact, I have achieved a breakthrough! I have, for the first time, complete clarity. You created a monster, Natalie. You moulded me in your image and now you attempt to destroy me now that you realize I am a threat to everything you have worked so hard to attain for yourself.

You mock me for giving two young women a home. You forget that although I come from a family of decent status, certainly better than anything you have come from aside from your brother, I spent many a night on the streets. I know where those girls come from. And I have saved them from that. I saved them from being alone, much like you once did for me. Sabrina’s bitterly cynical view of the world and Shirona’s sweet, calm nature are perfect complements to one another. In time, I will train and nurture them to become the overwhelming force of nature you and I should have been.

You, after everything that you have done, have no right to question or mock me and who I choose to take in. You are not among the wolves anymore. You’re just a stray.

Those girls, they are my project. My future. With all the love that I tried to give you and my own flesh and blood, I will mold them into fine warriors who can carry on the Wolvesden traditions.

It’s quite amusing to me that you call my brother a loser but his resume, even while just wandering about aimlessly in OWA, eclipses anything that you could have ever hoped to have achieved. I don’t like my brother, but he is respected, feared, and has won championships everywhere he has been save for this place, where he lazily bides his time feuding with women. You talk about him as if you have accolades and championships to show for it. You have nothing. All you have are loss after loss after loss in matches for championships. Your record in such matches is no better than mine. I have a theory that it eats away at you a little bit that I am closer to touching gold than you are, even with all of your shameless pandering.

You ask me what I can do to you that I haven’t already done. This is incredibly simple to me now that I have had a moment to think about it: defeat you. Killing you would probably be a service to the world and in the end probably to you too. But destroying you or ending your career would be far better than what you deserve. What if you have to walk around for the rest of your life, knowing that at a time when you felt that you were at your most secure, your most dangerous, your most prepared, that the protege you once adored in motherly, almost romantic fashion, BEAT you in the center of the ring at your own game. I don’t think that would be something that you could ever recover from. Yes, big bad warmonger Natalie is very very tough, and yes you do admittedly live rent free in this brain of mine. But I live in yours as well. I know what will hurt you more than most. Sure, you can endure physical pain more than anyone imaginable, but falling to ME of all people, someone you now hold with such contempt...I think that would break you.

This match isn’t about imagination. It’s about keeping calm. It’s about discipline, order, concentration. All the little things that you taught me so well, now being used against You are going to find that the apple didn’t fall very far from the tree.

Roni and I are going to humiliate you. Your defeat will be so comprehensive, so overwhelming, that in your shame you will stumble about the locker room of OWA for the rest of your career a mere shell of yourself. The very fate that you once saved me from I will condemn you to. And once I’m done with you, I will move on to bigger and more important orders of business: conquering the other Goddesses. Once I’m champion, I’ll wait for you to climb the mountain to face me.

And I will knock you down again…..

And again……

And AGAIN……

AND AGAIN!!!!!!

This will be your punishment for leaving the wolves, a lifetime of mediocrity, bested by the creation that you spurned...your spirit broken by the very same one you prepared.

You created the trap, but I’m going to ensnare you with it.

This week will be different. . . It has to be.

I refuse to continue letting everyone down. Things have gotten so bad that I even tried to get into contact with Aria Jaxon and we said more than five words to each other. That's how bad things have been lately. That's how stressed out and frustrated I have been. I've been beyond frustrated with things lately and I've tried my best. But, maybe I haven't been trying hard enough. Maybe I haven't been pushing myself as hard anymore. Maybe that's the problem. Maybe that has always been the problem. I wish I could say that has been the problem only these past few weeks. . . But, no. This has been a recurring problem that I need to nip in the bud immediately.

The Dollhouse have continued being a thorn in the side of majority of the Odyssey roster since forming. The issue isn't that they're just mean, no. That hasn't been the issue at all. The issue is that they believe that they even have any hold above anyone else. They believe that they even have any power to even be the best around. They believe that they can treat anyone exactly how they want to treat them and still get the respect and chances they are demanding. But, that's not how the real world works. That's not how any of this works at all and I'm beginning to learn that myself.

Life is not all sunshine and rainbows. Life is not as sweet as I always believe it to be. I have learned lately that there will always be someone behind you with a knife, metaphorically, that is. There will always be someone who thinks they are better than you. There will always be someone who believes that they can steal your spirit. But, it's about time I start proving these doubters wrong all over again. Sometimes, you slip off the tracks and it's a long, bumpy road back to the right path. But, I'm not slipping off of the track anymore. From this moment on, I'm doing exactly what I have to do to make sure I am playing by the rules and doing things to get the justice I need over these mean girls.

Gretchen, Regina and Karen have ran amuck trying to tear this entire roster apart one by one. But, they've messed with the one person they don't want to push anymore buttons on. Roxy can say what she wants, I've heard it all before. I'm a fluke. I'm a failure. I stand no chance against her. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I'm tired of talking, from here on out. . . I'm fighting for those who cannot fight for themselves. I'm fighting for Tyanna. I'm fighting for the women who have been hurt and knocked down because of the dastardly trio who believe they can do whatever the heck they want. I won't allow them to push my buttons any longer. I refuse to go out that way. I. Refuse.

This is no longer about right and wrong. This is no longer about proving a point. It's about shutting Roxy and her stupid fanclub up once and for all. It's about proving that I am much bigger than their bites. It's about ensuring that everyone who was wronged before me gets to have someone who makes all of that right. This is a war and I'm putting on my warpaint. I'm done letting everyone walk all over me, this is my proving ground. This is the moment where everything comes to a stop. This is the moment where I finally grow some true courage and shut Roxy up and that is exactly what I intend to do.

So, Roxy. . . Say whatever you want. Try to knock me down, but I won't fall because I am pure titanium and I am going to knock you off of that imaginary pedestal you built so high. It's time someone shut the mouthy brat up and put her in her place. It's time someone fights back. It's time someone makes sure you stay down for the count and for good. That someone will be me, one way or another. You've got a ticket straight to Night Night Land on the Candy Land Destroyer Express and the Conductor? The Conductor is me! You want a war? Well, now you've got one. Game. On.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) December 21st 2018, 8:05 pm by Sweet Roxy

How dense can a person really be that they couldn’t even see that they have been branded as Odyssey’s resident laughingstock after so many failed attempts to reach for the stars and repeatedly falling on their ass every single time? How pathetic can this filthy parasite be when it couldn’t even see that their lazy performance night in and night out have become so apparent, and yet they still refuse to exert any real effort in achieving what they came here for? How laughable can the situation get when everyone could see that the battle is and has always been one-sided and the winner is clear before the match even begun? Savannah, I know that you’re not indolent and you’re willing to work through the failures for one small sign of hope that something comes out of your will to compete, but I know you’re not stupid that you can’t see that the current wave of competition does not suit your outdated style anymore. This is no one's fault but yours. No one is to blame but yourself when you keep failing to rise up to the challenge when it truly is expected of you. Instead of evolving and jiving with the ever-growing world of wrestling, you choose to sit back and act like everything is okay when you never have taken a step forward, instead, you take six steps back. Everyone has catered to you. Your fans remained loyal despite your incompetence, and even the management has held your hand throughout the ordeal, and the only thing you had to do is deliver and take advantage of these opportunities that you got on a silver platter. This is the reason why I created The Dollhouse. I look left and right and see that the filth and shit in this brand that continues to tarnish the name of Women's’ Wrestling, including you, get opportunity after opportunity while a person like me who has worked hard every single week and brings in a main event performance every single time has to practically kill just to get her piece. People like you knock on doors and they open, while I’ve had to bash the damn thing with my foot to break it down and be let in. People like you just whisper and what you ask for is given, while I’ve had to scream in everyone’s ear. You never worked for anything you have. You sicken me to the core. You make this world an ugly place for legitimate competitors.

And it’s fine if you actually made an effort.

I would have been completely okay with it if you actually did your goddamn job when it was necessary.

I would have accepted another player entering the game if you actually delivered.

But NO.

After you have swooped in and cost me my title, you continued to be completely and utterly useless like you were born to be. You kept on wasting everyone’s time, and in turn, you kept on burying yourself in an even deeper hole, match after match, loss after loss until no one dares to think that you’re anything more than an absent-minded piece of garbage. You were the Queen of the Ring, and you didn’t do that right. Now you’re posing as a threat to this division, to the current Champion and once again, you can’t do it right. Your kingdom has slowly slipped away from your hands the moment you lost your crown, and when you came back, people thought it was only a matter of time until you finished what you started, and what did you do? YOU DID THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE! Now it’s too far from your reach that the only thing you could do is dream.

Dream that you one day rule again.

Dream that you get the high of being at the top of the world again while your servants kissed your feet.

Because once you shatter the dream, you’re faced with the harsh reality that you’ve avoided for a month now. This is just one of many examples as to why the Dollhouse will prosper and grow while you continue to gasp for air, and this match against me will take your last breath. We are here to show the world what talent and competition really look like. We are here to let the world know that bloodshed and violence are the keys to conquer. The display of greatness through our in-ring action and finding our strength in numbers are a much better sight for our purpose than having to deal with a brain-dead directionless halfwit like you. Anyone who opposes that idea opposes me, and anyone who opposes me loses the game by default. That’s the chain reaction a simpleton like you is forced to deal with. In the eyes of the game master, you are merely a pawn. I set the pieces of the puzzle. I roll the dice. I pull the strings. This is our third match, Savannah, you have already fallen twice, I fail to see why you think you actually have a chance now. But that’s okay.

Fight me.

Fight until your last breath.

Fight until your fists are sore and your face is bruised once I hit you harder.

You, and the rest of the World that questioned my methods will learn a very painful lesson. When you fuck with the Devil Spawn… expect to burn in hell.

[Natalie Cage]

[Are We Clear?]

[Northwestern Memorial Hospital, Chicago, Illinois]

[December 21, 2018]

[You are a scared little girl]

[Natalie sits on her hospital bed. It’s the dead of night and all is still. She appears to be at peace]

I wasn’t put on this planet because it needed me. My contributions to the world are a trail of despair. The lives I have taken cannot be given back. I still see them sometimes. The faces. The faces of those people whose only crime was being in the wrong place at the wrong time. “Point and shoot, solider. That’s all you have to do.” The disconnect from humanity that I was taught to live with almost made me lose it all. My grip on reality has come so close to slipping far too often. But the last few months have made me see love in this world. Beauty. These lessons came about in ways I could never expect, I had to leave my life behind. I had to do what nobody else had the balls to do. This includes you, Diantha.

Nice little set up you’ve got there, did Nate teach you how to use a PA system? Cute. But you’ve gone to that place that I was strong enough to stay away from. You’ve snapped. Lost the fucking plot. You’re out here recruiting vagrants and babbling nonsense. You’re making Kenny Drake look sane. Your mother brought you into this world, huh? Shame she didn’t miscarry, could have saved me a lot of trouble in actually making something of the afterbirth that she shat out. Here’s the deal, I own you. The space I’m taking up in your head will never be taken up by anyone else. Without me, you’ve lost all sense of structure and guidance. My brother doesn’t care about you. Kenny doesn’t care about you. You’re a mad dog, left to her own devices. A psychotic jailbird with a cell and her own echo for company. But they’re about to let you out, they’re about to send the mad dog to the woman who built this shit.

But the mad dog isn’t alone, is she? She’s bringing Roni De Vil, the woman I forgot was there. “Assistant” is a generous title to give her, a more accurate one would be “body.” When I’m sending her to Hell, you only have to sit back and watch. At that point, you have to decide if you follow or not. Because you’ve not seen evil. You’ve not witnessed the Devil and all his malice. You live under a man whose message is corrupt. You’re surrounded by spineless wanderers with no place other than that of a follower. I’m not scared of the monster I created because I know what makes you tick. Women like you don’t bend, they break. What have you done here? What have you put your body through? The pains I have endured are not ones I would wish on anybody. Well, anybody except you. Putting you down will not be a reluctant act. I’m not taking the family dog out to the woodshed, a tear streaming down my cheek as I cock the shotgun. I’m walking through dense forest, tracking a wolf that’s been attacking the farmer’s flock. And as soon as I lay eyes on that beast…bang. Another wild animal tamed with the discipline of a bullet. A few wolves later and you’ll be forgotten about. Just a soulless mutt that no one will miss. And I do mean no one.

Am I supposed to care that Carlos Rosso is your brother? What sort of weight does that hold? You’re not the only member of your family who’s a fucking loser? Well done! How about this, after I rip your fucking head off this Saturday, I’ll sit front row at Revelations and watch a REAL woman like Aria Jaxon kick your brother’s arse. Fuck him up good and proper. I suppose your decision to reveal to the world that your sibling’s signed to the OWA is another attempt at replicating me? At least my brother’s had a bit of success here, your family’s so pathetic that both the names “Rosso” and “Moreau” are embarrassments. People think “Cage” and they actually feel something, I’m not sure if they can even pronounce your name on the first try.

What can you do to me that you haven’t already? I’m eager to know. You crushed my skull, I got back up. Matches like this are limited only by the human imagination, an aspect you’ve always lacked. Oh, you can swing a chair like the best of them. But is your mind willing to actually make the jump? I’m not talking about scribbling bullshit on a chalkboard and going full Frank Grimes, no, no, I’m talking about the gap that is deliberately put in our mind by a higher power. A gap between rationality and unbridled evil. Some people are born without that gap. Those poor souls are doomed to a life of wrongdoing. They do unspeakable things. They kill others for pleasure. They torture. They rape. They’re cursed to malevolence, unleashing their horrifying machinations upon their fellow man. Some of us, though, know how to cross that gap. We don’t stay on the other side for too long, because those who do are lost. But I can spend enough time in there to get real fucking creative when it comes to making sure Wolvesden are never seen on Odyssey again. You will keep on hitting me as hard as you can and wonder why I keep getting back up. Nothing you do will work. Pain is all relative.

Obsessed with death, eh? Nice to see that my try-hard 2010 scene girl aesthetic that I used to think was cool rubbed off. You’re identifying with executioners now…I see. You mean the people who get the kill but do none of the work? Guess that means you’re relying on someone else to break me down…Roni? Roni’s your contingency? You know that hunting me down and taking me out solo is out of the question, but I’m questioning your use of one of Wolvesden’s least notable threats. How long before Roni goes the way of Clinton Stone? Rasmus Walker? KOBA? JD Damon? Your “faction” is all filler and no killer. If my brother ever works out that you’re all delusional hicks and packs up, you’re fucked. Then what? Diantha gets to spend the rest of her time in the loony bin. Maybe I’ll come and visit from time to time. I’ll bring you a book on how not to be an abject disappointment and beat you senseless with it.

What more do you want from me? Does it even matter? You’re not going to listen. You’ve gone so far beyond the stage of rational thought. You’ve fallen into that trap of thinking that because you’ve snapped, it means you’re indestructible. Looks like it’s my job to make you come to terms with your own mortality. When all is said and done and you look back on the crumbled empire you once represented, you’ll know that you had the opportunity to come with me. And you fucked up.

[STATIC]

I’m not really convinced by you, Kiara Robertson.

I’m not convinced of the fact that you are deserving of being Goddesses Champion; let alone be challenging for the championship. From how that tag team match went on the last episode of Odyssey, I’m not convinced that you will be able to pull off a Christmas miracle on Odyssey XV. I hate to be a Debbie Downer. I hate to be the woman, who rains on your parade, but I only say this as a way to motivate you. Just like I was in our tag team match, I was right behind you the entire time. I was rooting you on to lead our team to victory. Yet, I saw TyAnna Jupiter pinning you in the center of the ring. Even after the match, I went to check on you because I believe that was the right thing for me. I wanted to make sure that our match this week stayed intact. I wanted to make sure that there is no excuse from you going into this match. For sure, there are no excuses on my part. There is nothing holding me back in the match. Last week, we had the best chemistry out of the two teams in the match, but it was not enough to win the match. This week, I need to make sure that I am the best wrestler in the ring and retain this championship. Looking at a woman, who doesn’t have as much experience as me, I should look forward to having this match in the bag, but in a way, I feel that is what Kiara wants me to be. She wants me to underestimate you like my opponents at Civil War underestimated me before I shocked the world. In a sense, this may give her the clear passageway to pull off a miracle of the century by becoming the second-ever Goddesses Champion. Can you all imagine the thought of Kiara taking this championship away from me? Can you imagine the thought of having won this title and having the title slip from my grasps? There are a few women in that locker room who want to see me fail. They want me to drop this championship, but I am going to fight with every fiber of my being to make sure that this championship stays with me. My second title defense in and I am more alarmed than before and I am ready to go off at any second.

Kiara Robertson is a sweet girl. She is someone who could never hurt a fly and she has won matches in the past. I am not going to discredit the little success that she has gained over the past few months. However, it’s been a while since her debut. Yet, I do not believe that she has made the impact that she desired to have in OWA. Kiara is someone, who is constantly fighting for her spot on the card. In a sense, she is seem like an afterthought. That was me before I went to rejuvenate. I was an afterthought. I thought I was doing everything I needed to become a name in the Goddesses Division, but the other females kept passing me by. All it took was a loss over Savannah Sunshine to realize that I wasn’t doing enough to succeed. I wasn’t doing enough to solidify my place in the roster of women. My biggest regret was not doing enough to get people to notice me. I let my timid nature get the best of me. A naturally shy girl was holding me back. Don’t get me wrong — my confidence has always been an issue with me. My lack of confidence has hurt me on a few occasions and this Goddesses Championship helped boost my confidence a little more. Does that all disappear the moment a high class competitor takes this championship off of me? No, I will continue to search for ways to fight and keep myself on the cards. I will continue to go to measures I need to make sure that the rest of the women take me seriously. If holding this championship up in the air is not a reason that these women ought to take me seriously, then they are going to learn soon what happens when you don’t take Dulce Torres seriously. I look timid and someone you can just push and shove around, but I can break your arm with no hesitation on my part. Going into Odyssey XV, I am trying my best not to count out Kiara. She’s a nice girl. She doesn’t mean any harm going into this match. In the ring, I treat her as another opponent. I treat her like I treated Natalie and that’s a potential threat for my championship. This match will be another example of what happens when you get in between me and my championship and Kiara is going to learn that tomorrow night.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) December 21st 2018, 4:54 am by **DiVa**

Fighting evil by moonlight…

… Winning love by daylight

Never running from a real fight…

SHE IS THE ONE NAMED DiVa!

Hey, everyone, DiVa here!

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OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD - I’M SO HAPPY! I can’t believe I get such a HUGE opportunity! So many others would kill for this chance! So many would do anything to be where DiVa is right now, but it’s mine! All mine! And all thanks to my amazing fans! I knew we could do it! Together we are so much stronger than any obstacle that gets in our way, and that is exactly what DiVa’s music is all about! Inspiration! Motivation! Giving you the reason to get out of bed every day and get through another 24 hours of what you all call a life! You’ve all accepted your fates and realized that it’s just not worth the time or the effort to pull yourself out of the holes you’ve all dug for yourselves, and that’s okay. I want you to look into my eyes and see that it’s okay to be below average. It’s okay to waste away, doing something for the rest of your life that you hate so, so much. It’s okay to be a nobody and forgotten after you die. It’s okay, because so long as you purchase the latest DiVa single on iTunes or Google Play, you will feel why it’s so okay, deep down in your soul. It’s okay because while you live a miserable existence, you can hear my words and listen to my melodies and live through DiVa! That’s what makes us so successful, loves! You can be what you never were and never will be by living vicariously through DiVa!

But some people don’t understand! They’re so silly! They get an idea in their head one day as a little child and what they just don’t get is that some people were supposed to be special, but most people aren’t. It’s so sad, isn’t it? It almost brings tears to DiVa’s eyes… But it’s the truth! Oh well! It’s the way the World works, but that’s why DiVa created her own special World with The Dollhouse - one where EVERYONE has a place at the table, so long as that table is below our thrones! And that’s something that most people just don’t like to offer. They’re such meanies… Always being so selfish and wanting all the glory for themselves… And those people are the ones who shouldn’t have gotten this far in the first place. The ones that aren’t pretty or even cute. The ones who weren’t born to be great. The ones who probably had to make a name for themselves. And all of those poor unfortunate souls gather together and hold up someone like TyAria as their idol… But don’t get me wrong! DiVa LOVES TyAmanda! She’s just adorable, in a, ya know, different kind of way! Her own special way! The way that it’s adorable to see a little boy tell everyone he’s gonna be a knight or a superhero someday! It’s just so cute and you don’t want him to go getting the wrong idea that that’s how the World works, BUT you don’t wanna break his fragile little heart either. And DiVa thinks maybe that’s why TyAmelia got here… Hmm… Maybe someone forgot to tell her that people like her just aren’t that special when she was a little… Girl? Which gender did she start as? Oh well, it doesn’t matter! DiVa won’t discriminate! You can be whatever you want!

But that’s why it’s so sad to watch… It really is… It just breaks my heart to see someone so misguided - thinking all this time that they were special. I bet she busted her butt and did everything she could despite her lack of talent and being a mutt just to come this far, and now she thinks she’s dancing on a Worldwide stage for millions of adoring fans, but really she’s just performing on a street corner, panhandling in front of anyone who’s willing to give her the charity of entertaining her silly billy thoughts! So sad! So tragic! Oh my Gosh, I just can’t sit back and watch it anymore! I can’t just sit back and watch TyAngela convince herself that the trinket she holds up so proudly means less than the necklace DiVa is wearing on any given day! It would be so wrong to just let that happen and do nothing, and DiVa has never been about that! She speaks the truth through her powerful music and beautiful art in the ring, and she does what has to be done. DiVa is the superhero so many little girls wished they could be, and right here before her is a supervillain born of pity and jealousy and delusion… Gosh, I hate to just shatter her dreams, but we can’t go on just watching her clunky rendition of what she thinks a hero should be! The World deserves so much better! It would be an absolute tragedy to let her keep thinking that anyone she’s beaten was any good, and that when she had a shot at beating Sweet Roxy fair and square, she needed help from a woman with a gummy-flavored baseball bat! It would be tragic to let her shout from the rooftops about being unpinned and unsubmitted because she can’t claim to be unbeaten because that - much like everything else about her - would be a lie!

The truth sets us free, and that’s something DiVa believes in and holds close to her heart. And what IS the truth, loves? The truth is that DiVa and Sweet Roxy have risen to stardom faster than any other girl in OWA history because we were born for this! We were raised to be the stars of the show! It’s in our blood! And the cold, hard truth, loves… Is that the rest of the women outside The Dollhouse just get to be our extras! The truth is that TyAlice isn’t undefeated, but DiVa is! The truth is that The Dollhouse has proven their superiority every week! The truth is… Well, the truth is, the “World Champion” here on Odyssey is trapped in a bubble thinking she’s the best of the best when really no one believes it, or ever will. She could be the Champion for a million years and no one would bat an eye, and the fantasizing little girls who see the truth and go outside of Odyssey to fail and get overlooked will understand it too! Such silly people! That’s why we all need change! That’s why we need The Dollhouse! That’s why we keep moving through the gross, icky muck of this place to get what we want, even if it means humoring someone like TyAnastasia! The paper superhero! The delusional little girl that never grew up! One that doesn’t understand she’s every bit as egotistical as she believes DiVa is, but without the grace and beauty and pedigree to back it all up…

And the truth is, you’re not a superhero. You’re not even just a hero. You’re not the best, but you’re not the worst either. You’re just some girl. Just the same as you ever were. What you’ve always been since you were born. Playing dress up and beating some people won’t change that. You’ll always be TyAverage, and an ego the size of Jupiter won’t change that, love. Being the best doesn’t mean anything for you, because you’re a tree that falls in the forest with no one around to hear it. People will remember DiVa. They’ll remember The Dollhouse. Maybe it’ll be on Odyssey or the week after or a month or a year, but you’ll lose that trinket and the World will lose the only reason they have to spit out your name. Jupiter won’t be a worthy name for you when this is all over and done with, love. Pluto would be so much more appropriate, because the moment you lose that toy around your waist, they’ll turn on you, and they’ll question whether you were ever worthy to have it in the first place. DiVa doesn’t remember your name, but not to annoy you. It’s just because you’re just that bland and forgettable. You’re a glitch in the system, and DiVa is the face of that system. You’ll go away eventually, and everyone will move on while you scratch and claw so hard to fight fate, but that’s what leeches like you do. That’s what they always do. You’ll probably accept failure eventually and open up a wrestling school and teach someone just like you all those silly ideals like your loser trainer did to you. And maybe they’ll find some success, but in the end, they’ll fail too. And my daughter, and my daughter’s daughter will thrive and succeed and be praised because that’s the truth of the World you want to be the best in, little girl.

But that’s okay. The sooner you fail and accept what you are, the better. Because you can become just another fan of DiVa and live vicariously through me! You won’t get your name etched on the walls of history like you so desperately want, but it’s not all bad! The World will know the song of your tragic ballad while DiVa dedicates a song just for you. You can live on as DiVa’s inspiration. You can be something when the fruit of your labor rots away! It’s okay! The World will forget about you, but they’ll always know your song!

And I’ll call it “Ty…” Oh dear… What was I talking about again? Oh well! Can’t wait for this huge opportunity and DiVa’s biggest challenge! She gets to take on competing on a big stage! Yay me!

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Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) December 21st 2018, 3:12 am by **Zumi**

Odyssey #1

I’ve always believed that the youth of wrestling should be the ones to take the next big step in the coming years and I want to really see that. I want talent people like Diantha, Kiara, Natalie Cage, Rochelle, TyAnna, and Natasha Night become the future of Odyssey and potentially even the future megastars of the Women’s Wrestling. To have a chance and see talent grow into amazing stars of tomorrow is always a sight to behold because you remember the past when they were young stars who could be molded into greats. But where does someone like me, someone nearing the twilight of her career stand in this new world of young talent? Not sure. I have this ring of opportunity to cash in for a title shot and maybe there’s doubt in the Odyssey front office about my ability to get the win on the big stage. Yet I was able to defend my ring from Diantha Moreau even when the odds seem have been stacked against me. Now onto defense number 2 and I’ve got an amazing challenger coming up this week. Rochelle is talented there’s absolutely no doubt about it but she’s not ready yet to face me. I don’t say that as a bad thing to look down on her, she’s amazing to watch in the ring but yet there’s much more for her to really do before she can step up to the challenge of facing me.

Think of this as the trial if you can really stand against the Upper Echelon of Odyssey. I stand as your trial to the golden castle of opportunities, if you’re able to win then you get the chance to become the holder of my ring but if you lose then it means you’re not yet ready for the even bigger challenges in front of you. Keep in mind that this match is for my Ring of Opportunity, something I hold precious because this is my opportunity to wipe away all the failures that I have been through. Everything from major defeats, setbacks, and failures. I can erase them all by successfully cashing in of this ring. I’m not willing to lose this golden opportunity just yet and I don’t plan to return back to square one by losing this ring, Rochelle. As much I credit you for the success you’ve had, this is for something far more important then you think. My crowd as Queen Of The Ring isn’t just on the line but also what could be my final proper opportunity to really compete with the new generation of women’s wrestling talent. This is it for me, this ring that I proudly wear is my final opportunity at truly tasting success. When I won this from Savannah Sunshine, finally all the hopelessness inside of me faded after losing to then-Women’s champ Sweet Roxy. A loss like that eats away at who you really are, there’s a doubt that fills the mind and begins to create such things such as if you’re able to really compete with the best.

That’s something you probably haven’t felt but think how many times that has happened to me. With every loss, I inched to being fully broken and the self-doubt creeps in even louder. I can’t lose anymore no matter how hard my opponent wants to win. Every victory means one step closer and one more challenger for this ring down as I march towards my eventual clash with whoever holds the Women’s World Championship. Rochelle, the week after I won this ring I told the world that I would shine brighter than anyone on this roster because of the burning spirit inside of me. I plan to burn away all until I reach TyAnna Jupiter or whoever is Women’s World Champ at the time I decide to cash-in. So I’m sorry to say that even with the most valiant of fights from you, I’m going to do everything in my power to retain and walk out of Odyssey XV as Queen Of The Ring.

Rochelle when you get to the ring, I want your absolute best. I want to see that you’re ready to take on the best that Odyssey has to offer at not just one hundred percent but even more. If you aren’t able to do that then there’s no way that you stand toe-to-toe with Odyssey’s upper echelon. Fight hard with grace, elegance and with a burning spirit that burns brighter than the sun! It’s the motto that I’ve been taught by a certain Goddess of this business and this is the motto I plan to spread around the world.

If you are able to do that Rochelle than I guarantee that when you stand up to another big challenge you will come out on top but right now I don’t plan to slow down on my journey right to the top.

Why is everyone so intimidated by Bull Connors? I don’t get it.

Bully? That little guy?

God of War? What OWA know about war?! Other than losing a civil one with a company my allies already stomped out?

I say it twice for good measure, what OWA know about war? (this time becoming clearer he is mimicking Jackie Chan’s pronunciation and grammar.)

What is it good for? What is Bull Connor good for? Absolutely nothing! The thought of “Bull” being revered blows my mind.

Yet he has a thousand nicknames, and the commentators foam at the mouth over his supposed winning ways.

REPENT OWA! OH, SINNERS OF OBTUSENESS, SIT DOWN FOR A SERMON, DURING YOUR DIRE TIMES!

Clap your hands shut like your minds and bow your heads as low as your dignity.

Then, let the power of the holy phantom pass through you. Let a brother speak to your very lost souls in need of revelation.

There are real titans that walk this earth, despite the giants you’ve made out of the common man that stand tall over your miniature icons. There are forces you wouldn’t understand and powers that’d give you a real reason to feel victimized as you become acquainted with just how ordinary those that outshine you truly are. I’m bigger than your beasts. I’m more athletic than these average joe big guys that made you feel like you’re watching something special by acting like circus show freaks for you. You already know who can’t run, who can’t jump! So you are already making up stories in your mind to cope with it, going to the “he knows the playbook” version of wrestling, you’ll say to yourselves that Bull Connor knows the ropes inside that ring! Humph, anything to make you feel comfortable about what you feel deep in your heart is coming at Revelations. It is only natural, people are tribal, once they see foreign bodies entering their space proving that what they have isn’t rare they become protective and start rallying behind their own. But you don’t want to see what happens when you put a jet pack on your boy’s back and he starts buzzing around heights he was never meant to venture to, when bugs get smacked down it ain’t a pretty sight to see them squirming on the ground in their death throes. Just don’t blame me, you should all know just how fragile the human condition is, especially with the softies that inhabit this place. After all, OWA already has people slipping into comas, I pay enough attention to the rest of this place to know that the people around here just aren’t built for this line of physical work. That’s why I’m here, I graciously put an end to careers being lived in lies by revealing to them their shortcomings before they dig too deep and find themselves old and gray before someone finally makes it known to them how little they achieved toiling in a business that they weren’t worthy of sharing with the true greats of the industry.

But I’ll have to give it to you Bull, tis the season to be magnanimous after all. You got one over on Stark. I’m sure that makes you, and all these people, feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

I however coldly retort, what’s it gotten you while he goes on to headline with a World Championship match? It just goes to show, regardless of results and work ethic, true veteran stars known throughout the world can just come in to overshadow what you’ve done in months busting your ass to prove something. And rising new talents like myself can just walk in and already stare you eye to eye on equal footing. You can’t even blame management for not having confidence in you when you don’t have it yourself, much like that coward Christopher Sabertooth who dodged his TV champion responsibilities by refusing to defend his title on said platform against me; you in fear aren’t pushing to have your God of War championship opportunity used to become the top dog in the company. You slink back, week after week, refusing to advocate that you get your championship bout. You can call that whatever you want, picking your battles, slyly playing mind games to make the champs fear your ever so slow arrival, or even a war general’s battle plan, but the core fact that you don’t think you can walk into that ring and beat the champ on any given week is unavoidable. It’s bad enough to be a lesser beast, but how sad must it be to be a measly bull, and yet still be so tamed that even the red cape taunted before you isn’t enough to make you charge forward? Too afraid of man to even do that, a beast like you isn’t even suitable for entertainment. I am no such creature, I’m high speed train, bigger and faster than any animal that’d be stupid enough to not get out of my way, more importantly I serve a purpose of taking people and precious cargo places. I’m taking the Phantom Troupe and eventually championship gold to the destination we see fit for our mission inside this decadent company. Your pearly gates, they’re just one stop on the road we want to loot for all it’s worth. False god, war is good for nothing, but slaughter feeds the Troupe.

As decreed.

(Hand pointed to forehead) In the name of the Daddy…
(Hand pointed to stomach) and of the Heir…
(Hand pointed to the left shoulder and then afterwards right shoulder) and of the Holy Phantom…
(clapping hands together) A-gang gang gang 4 life!

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) December 20th 2018, 10:19 pm by **Stark**

[Intro]
Laudiano
Yeah aight, look
Stop playin' with me
You gon' respect this crippin'

[Chorus]
Give a fuck if he like it, but he gon' respect this crippin' (Scoop)
Yeah aight, it's all fun and games 'til a nigga trippin' (Trippin')
Mop the floor, hide the wet sign just to catch him slippin' (Caught him slippin')
Pull up, bounce out with a briefcase, it's time to handle business (It's time to handle business)
Give a fuck if he like it, but he gon' respect this crippin' (Scoop)
Yeah aight, it's all fun and games 'til a nigga trippin' (I'm finna trip him)
Mop the floor, hide the wet sign just to catch him slippin' (Caught him slippin')
Pull up, bounce out with a briefcase, it's time to handle business (It's time to handle business)

[Verse]
Janky, baby, I just look like this, fuck a nigga mean? (Janky)
Play with my respect, leave him wetter than a dream (Wetter than a dream)
I'll die for this shit baby, I'm a different breed (Yeah aight)
I never let the beef get cold, nigga, where's the meat? (Where's the meat?)
I'm an alpha male, ain't no bitch in me (All alpha)
Grown ass man, feed my family (Feed my family)
Any nigga get in my way, I'ma feed him a Pedigree
I hold my own, baby, never need a nigga stand next to me (Nope, never)
Everybody a hot nigga 'til 12 pull up, get cold feet (Cold feet)
Stay by myself, ain't gotta worry 'bout a nigga tellin' (Nope)
Stay by myself, ain't gotta worry 'bout a nigga jealous (Nope)
I don't even like workin' with niggas, baby, 'cause I'm hella selfish (Blueface, baby)
Big chains, pieces on pieces (Pieces)
That boy got on a necklace, yeah alright
Nigga talkin' out his neck 'til I leave his ass neckless (Neckless)
It get tricky, fuck it, nigga finna get reckless, on the gang

[Chorus]
Give a fuck if he like it, but he gon' respect this crippin' (Scoop)
Yeah aight, it's all fun and games 'til a nigga trippin' (Trippin')
Mop the floor, hide the wet sign just to catch him slippin' (Caught him slippin')
Pull up, bounce out with a briefcase, it's time to handle business (It's time to handle business)
Give a fuck if he like it, but he gon' respect this crippin' (Scoop)
Yeah aight, it's all fun and games 'til a nigga trippin' (I'm finna trip him)
Mop the floor, hide the wet sign just to catch him slippin' (Caught him slippin')
Pull up, bounce out with a briefcase, it's time to handle business (It's time to handle business)

Unimpressed. That’s my word for my challenger this week. I’m just... not impressed.

DiVa, I was weary of you. But after being in the ring with you this past week I realized that you’re not as threatening as I was cautious of. You have showed me no reason to respect you. You have given no reason for anyone to believe that when Roxy and Aphrodite are barred from ringside you stand any chance against a woman of my caliber. All you’ve accomplished is making everyone believe that you’re just another spoiled little brat who’s used to getting what she wants and can’t stand seeing someone like me thrive in a meritocracy where being pretty or related to the right people doesn’t automatically get you a spot at the top. The insecurity of realizing that surrounding yourself with like minded yes girls and thirsty men doesn’t carry over to the ring. Having what it takes to be on the cover of the hottest fitness magazine or be adored as a popstar won’t help you succeed in the squared circle.

All you accomplished was pissing me off, and I already warned you not to piss me off when you’re about to be alone in a wrestling ring with the champ. You want to be a star on Odyssey? If you’re not too banged up after I’m done with you then you can start working instead of waiting for things to be handed to you. Then after a long hard battle towards self improvement maybe you can try your hand at the Goddess Championship, but my belt is high above your worth as a competitor. You’re here for the lights, the fame, and the validation. I’m here to be the best and I have proven why I am the best over and over again. While you proved how little you can do even with your groupies in your corner I busted heads and proved that on Odyssey I am the head bitch in charge!

I proved why I am unpinned! I proved why I am unsubmitted! I proved why in the final hour when it’s time to scratch, claw, and chomp at the bit it is always TyAnna Fucking Jupiter who stands tall! Nobody has been able to change that! But make no mistake, I’ve been waiting for someone who has a chance at dethroning me- someone who has a chance at elevating this belt higher than I have elevated it. This championship went from the girl’s belt to a World Championship under my reign. I refuse to let anyone so much as polish this prize unless I have reason to believe that they can offer what I have offered to this belt. Being champion isn’t about taking a number and having your turn, it’s about climbing to the top of a mountain to conquer it and prove every second you’re up there that you deserve to be there.

DiVa, I thought for a second you had the potential to at least make people question whether or not I am the most deserving woman on this roster to be the Champ. Maybe you could make people doubt if I’m actually as high and mighty as everyone thinks. That’s what I thought, but now I’ve seen your true colors. Behind the make-up, the Corleone name, and the flashing lights, you’re just another entitled brat who can’t accept that I’m better than you.

Get my name wrong while you still can. After Odyssey you’ll be lucky if you still know your own name.

Biting The Hand That Raised You

[The general consensus now is that even by Wolvesden standards Diantha has gone insane. The sparring sessions that she undergoes have gotten so cruel and punishing that even the most stoic and brainwashed of foot soldiers on the compound are terrified whenever they are called upon to train with her. She barely sleeps, barely eats. Her physical appearance is, oddly enough, well kept. Some say that it’s a sign of one piece of her brain still clinging to whatever she considers normalcy now. Others say that it’s only a narcissistic behavior tic of a completely deranged monster. In the very same room that Diantha and Natalie had studied film together, Diantha is shown for a moment frantically scribbling over the blackboard. It’s an odd mix of algebraic equations, formulas and notes, some of the words written in all caps and underlined.]

LIAR

WHORE

DECEIVER

DISGRACE

TRAITOR

COWARD

ABANDONER

DEADBEAT

[Just outside the door, two young teenagers recently taken in by Diantha are shown. One is a lanky girl with a fair complexion and long, jet black hair. Her name is Shirona. The other has a slightly darker complexion with unruly brownish red hair and piercing,dull green eyes. Her name is Sabrina. The two sit on the floor just outside the room, staring at the floor as they hear Diantha’s ravings and screams as she continues to scribble down notes.]

Sabrina: Why did you come here?

Shirona:....What do you mean?

Sabrina: Why did you come here? To this place?

[Sabrina turns and gives an intimidating glance towards her new “sister”, who tucks her knees towards her chest and looks away.]

Shirona: I’m sorry...when people look at me a certain way...I g-get nervous. Sometimes it’s hard for me to stand up for myself.

Sabrina: Do you remember when you came across Diantha?

Shirona: Yes. She found me wandering around near the arena before one of the shows. I didn’t know who she was or what wrestling was. But she took me in anyway. I-i told her that I was homeless, you know? I think a part of her took pity on me or something…

Sabrina: My experience was different. I tried to mug her.

[Sabrina gives a grim, emotionless smile as Shirona turns to look at her in horror.]

Shirona: You tried to mug her! W-why?

Sabrina: I was homeless and hungry, and kinda desperate. Plus I saw the way that a lot of the other street kids were trying to survive...I would rather fight and die than do that sort of thing. Anyway...she beat me up badly. Made me bleed, cracked a couple of ribs. No matter what she did, I wouldn’t cry out. She carried me to a car and brought me here. I don’t think she felt pity for me….I think she was curious about me. Or saw something in me.

Shirona: That’s a bizarre way to be adopted. I have a theory. I think that we represent some of her personality traits or problems. You have a fire to you that I could never possess and I think she sees something in you that sometimes the rage you have inside keeps you from seeing. I guess I am the side that appeals to her more gentle qualities.

Sabrina: She does dote on you a lot. Because you need it. I don’t mean that in a mean way. We’re all different and all have different ways of being reached. She gets that you need extra attention and love at times...she gets that all I understand is force.

Shirona: I guess you’re right. Do you think we should go in?

Sabrina: No. Not unless we’re asked. Roni or anyone else hasn’t been allowed in either. She would probably try to kill us if we did go inside.

Shirona: She has been ranting like this for several days though.

Sabrina: I know.

[Inside the room, Diantha finally stops scribbling at the blackboard as if the “equation” that she had been so frantically working on has been solved. Turning her bloodshot eyes towards the random grunt she had picked out, she gestured to the camera he was holding.]

Diantha: Turn it on. I have something I want to share with the world.

[Without a word the grunt turns on the camera and begins to broadcast Diantha’s words to a worldwide audience.]

Natalie. I want to make something perfectly clear to me. You once meant a lot to me, but you did not bring me into this world. My mother, my biological mother, did that. She didn’t do much for me otherwise in terms of helping me find my place in this world but she is the one responsible for my presence in it. Not you.

YOU were wronged?

YOUR pride was hurt?

I can’t even begin to describe the pain that I felt when you left us. You KNEW what would happen after you left. You said it yourself: you trained Roni and I to be wild beasts. You knew that the rest of the Wolves would not let your betrayal go unpunished. But you kept prying, kept pushing. Kept insulting us. Kept stabbing me in the back. All you had to do was walk away from wrestling, just walk away and fade into obscurity like so many others. But...you came and attacked me! You attacked me from behind and nearly killed me.

You told me that you loved me. You nurtured me like a mother, a sister, a….

You knew where I came from. And now...I think it’s time to stop running from my past. My brother resides in this same federation that we’re apart of. He’s so self-absorbed, so in love with is own career and own self-aggrandizing that he ignored me. But what Carlos Rosso and the entire Rosso family has done to me pales in comparison to the pain and suffering you inflicted on me.

You made me believe.

You brought out the better wrestler, the more focused person, you unlocked my true self.

Then, because of CONSEQUENCES THAT YOU KNEW WERE COMING, you tell the world how you really feel about me. I was never an equal to you, never someone that you held in high esteem. I was just a joke to you, a pet project that you dismissively neglect once you’ve had your fun. You made me feel special...but at your own convenience you discarded me like a broken toy.

That hurt me more than any physical punishment you could ever hope to inflict. This goes beyond wrestling, beyond revenge, beyond anything designed by you or Wolvesden. This is especially intimate now.

This match is of your design...and I’m not stupid. I know full well that you could very easily dispatch the two of us on your own. I know all of your dirty little secrets. I know how you inflict pain, how you endure it. But even though I walk into a hell that you have personally created for all concerned...I fear nothing.

You see, of late, I’ve been obsessed with death. A visit to Yellow Mama got me thinking about all the ways that human beings dispose of other humans that they want to discard. For centuries we have hung, shot, decapitated, stoned, gassed, drowned, crushed, boiled and dismembered those of us deemed unworthy of continuing to exist. I’m no Albert Pierrepoint, but as far as your wrestling career is concerned, I will act as an executioner of sorts. Roni, and this is no matter of disrespect, will be acting as my assistant. You and I both know that no one else in OWA has ever been as close to you as I have been. I know what keeps you up at night. I know all the little horrible details of all the horrible things that you’ve done. I know what parts of your body hurt. I know everything about you…

And while you have taught me a great deal, you should know that I still have plenty of other knowledge to fall back on. While mentally I matured under you as a wrestler, I have traveled the world learning this craft for some time now, so even if you negate all those wonderful things you taught me...I have plenty of other tricks at my disposal. You say that we unleashed the Natalie that instills fears into us?

You are mistaken.

Ever since the first day I met you, I knew that one day we would be fighting. Do you think I’m afraid of you at your worst? Absolutely not. I want it. I crave it. I embrace it. Face it...we are both monsters. Horrible, reprehensible creatures that shouldn’t exist about other human beings. Our circumstances are different, our fates are different, but all in all we are very much the same. While you may be more dangerous, my power is still growing.

I have spent the last few days, many sleepless nights, trying to figure out why you did what you did. Why you would bring me so much hope only to take it away...but now, I’ve come to the conclusion that none of it matters anymore. I don’t go to war expecting any mercy from you. Some may think that my behavior of late is a symptom of lunacy, but of all things you can accuse me of being, Natalie, I am not stupid.

What I want you to know, is that like hangmen of old, I will do everything I can to make sure that your suffering is limited. I owe you a debt, despite all that you have done to hurt me. And now, facing you at your most brutal and merciless state, I will pay you back by showing you the full force of what you turned your back to.

Love takes on many forms. On Odyssey, I will express my love and gratitude for everything you’ve done for me one final time...by bathing in your traitorous blood.

The Wolves are sending a hungry Lioness and her eager assistant to dispose of you. God save you....if He feels it right that He should do so.

[Natalie Cage]

[Recovery]

[Northwestern Memorial Hospital, Chicago, Illinois]

[December 19, 2018]

[My brain is damaged, but my head is clear]

[A doctor walks into a room with a chart. Natalie Cage is sitting on a chair, watching Odyssey XIV, the nurse is sitting with her]

Doctor: How is she? Anything coming back to her?

Nurse: She has zero recollection of Saturday night. I still say we brought her out of the coma too early.

Doctor: Her vitals were all normal and there wasn’t a concussion. She’s one of the most resilient people I’ve seen. Physically, she seems fine to me.

Natalie: I’m not deaf. Don’t talk about me like I’m not here.

Nurse: We’re sorry, Nat, we’re just trying to decide what’s best for you.

Natalie: You know something? I may not remember this match, but I remember the promise I made. I promised Roxy that she wouldn’t leave that ring under her own power, and that’s exactly what happened. A Cage always keeps their promises. My brother showed up yet?

Nurse: Nat…there’s something you need to see…

[The nurse hands Natalie a phone. Natalie reads out the tweet that Nate sent after Odyssey aired]

Natalie: “Natalie knew the consequences of defying Wolvesden. Diantha and Roni were just doing what she trained them to do. Let her suffer.” Huh, I don’t know why I expected him to care. Maybe something to do with the fact that his sister almost fucking died. He is right about one thing though, I did train them to do that. I taught them to destroy their enemies at any cost. To identify their target and neutralise them, consequences be damned. I suppose it’s poetic justice that my teachings were brought down upon me. It doesn’t matter though. I’m glad they’ve not been punished. Viola DeMarco knows that what I’m going to do to them transcends any sort of formal reprimand that can be made against them.

Doctor: Hold on, Natalie, there’s no way on Earth you’re entering that match on Saturday. You literally just came out of a coma. We need to keep you here for at least the rest of the week-

Natalie: I feel fine, doc. You can run any test that you want and I’ll pass it. I’ll be medically cleared by Saturday and I’m gonna give the people something they’ll never forget. You seen the card order?

Doctor: I don’t really watch wrestling.

Natalie: We’re the main event. The headline act. We’re closing the show. That’s the most prized spot on any wrestling card. There are two title matches on that show, a Queen of the Ring match, hell, Sav vs. Roxy probably has more starpower than any match on the card. But are any of those matches going on last? No. The people have spoken, they know what they want. They believe that my cause is worthy to be the last thing people see as Odyssey comes to its 2018 conclusion. How beautiful is that? I’ve gone from being a sideshow for my brother’s bullshit to being Odyssey’s hottest commodity.

The final image of the biggest episode of Odyssey yet won’t be some broken down woman. It will be Natalie Cage, standing victorious with her fists drenched in blood, raising her arms in the air and soaking in the love of her people. Diantha Moreau and Roni De Vil? I brought them into this world and I WILL take them out of it. I taught them everything they know, but they are not willing to go to the places I am. They have too much self-preservation, too much fear for their own well-being. They’ve never took the punishment that I have. Could you see Roni De Vil coming back from a seizure and surgery after a week to kick the shit out of two women like nothing happened? When the fuck was the last time Roni did ANYTHING of note in the OWA? I put stock into her and she fucking flopped. Nobody gives a shit about her, least of all me. She was always a side project anyway, Diantha was my real focus. And you know what? She failed me. So I'll be more than happy to put her down.

Diantha came to me as a pathetic competitor, unable to even win a match. She saw in me someone she could confide in and listen to. She was right to. I made her relevant. I made her a number one contender. We basically had TyAnna Jupiter in a 2-on-1 match and still didn’t win the title. And I wasn’t the one who got pinned. She let me down and made me see something: that this pack mentality bullshit is all a façade. Wolvesden feel like they need a constant numbers advantage to do well, so that’s why I’m gonna give it to em. Diantha and Roni are not at an advantage here, that’s a misconception on their part. Everything about Saturday is by my design. I requested the handicap. I requested no disqualifications. This is my time to show up Wolvesden for good. To make them realise that numbers are meaningless when you’re facing a force that lives and breathes destruction. When I am clutching a weapon between my fists and watching those two cunts beg for forgiveness, I’m going to laugh so fucking much. The satisfying bounce as a kendo stick is embedded into their skulls will bring me more pleasure than Diantha ever did. She was a living disappointment, I just dressed her up a little and made her seem like a threat. You can’t put lipstick on a pig, as the saying goes.

Doctor: Natalie, I don’t think you understand just how fragile your head is right now. If you take on bad hit, I can’t guarantee that you’ll be as lucid as you are now when we bring you out of another coma.

Natalie: I’m beyond caring about that, doc. I don’t care if Saturday is my last ever match. If I have to be told by you or whoever afterwards that I can never wrestle again, I’ll still be happy. This has gone beyond any sort of traditional conflict. It started out with screwing me out of a title, but honestly, I don’t give a shit about that anymore. We’re past titles. We’re past pride, honour, all of it. You know what this is about? It’s about the basest of human instincts. It’s about pure, unbridled rage. I was wronged, I was hurt, I was wounded. I almost had it all snatched away from me because two bitter bitches have abandonment issues. That’s not my fault. My goals aren’t even about revenge at this point. Revenge implies that these two are going to get a fair punishment, but that isn’t what I’m promising. A fair punishment would be that I hurt them but leave them breathing. That ain’t happening. The lengths I will go to probably can’t even be broadcast on television. They might have to cut us off the air. I hope the guys in the production truck are on point with the five-second delay, I hope they’re not so reviled and sickened by what they see that they’re unable to perform their duties effectively. As the blood flows and the pups are broken, they’ll ask themselves, “Was it worth it?” And the answer will come in the form of my wrath. Their bodies will be crushed and ground to dust under the weight of my anger. They only think they know pain, but they’re about to have almost 20 years of pent up hate and bile unleashed upon their person. I know you don’t watch wrestling, doc, but you should tune in just to see me prove that I am not a woman of empty words.

Doctor: Natalie, you’re not thinking straight. You’ve been through some severe head trauma. What you’re saying is inhumane. It lacks the decency of the common person. Quite frankly, you’re scaring me.

Natalie: Oh, but I am thinking straight, doc. My brain may be damaged, but my head is oh so very clear. The plan I have laid out is not that of a woman who doesn’t know what she’s thinking. It’s the kind of plot that could only be constructed by the very sickest of beings. I may have turned over a new leaf, I may be treating those who haven’t done me wrong with respect now, but what Wolvesden have done is make a huge fucking mistake: they’ve awoke the Natalie that they thought was gone. They’ve unleashed a monster thought to have disappeared behind Odyssey’s beloved twisted sister. So bring the numbers advantage, bring the weaponry. It will not save them. It will not protect them.

I hope you’ve got a spare two beds here, doc, because you’re gonna be treating some wolves this weekend. Feel free to send me the bill.

[STATIC]

[Natalie Cage]

[Vendetta]

[The Homestead]

[December 14, 2018]

[Roxy is still a thing?]

[Natalie sits in the kitchen of her rundown family home. The lights are still working, clearly, Nate Cage is still paying]

You know, I don’t really get what’s going on in my life right now. Am I loved? Am I hated? Both? Yeah, probably both. I’ve never done well with authority. My superiors in the navy always told me that. I can follow orders, sure, but it’s always gonna be begrudgingly. Viola DeMarco…I don’t really hold hate in my heart for her. She’s a good leader, strong, willing to do what’s right. She has a backbone, more than any other “authority figures” I’ve seen in this company.

The people are behind me, and I appreciate their warmth. I feel like I’m being welcomed back into regular society after being cut off from the world by a group of nutters. And now…now I’m in a pretty interesting position. I’m not looking past this week, but Odyssey XV is going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I’m walking into a war of my own creation with two women who I personally trained in the ways of destructive violence. I won’t walk out of it the same, I might not walk out of it at all.

Then I look at this week, the opponent that’s been selected for me. I’m no stranger to you, Roxy. I’ve tagged with you and I’ve tagged against you. Our fates seem tied together somehow, though I wish they weren’t. You’re a gnat, if I’m honest. You had a sniff of the top and now you fear never being respected again unless you get back up there. Your pursuit of gold makes me laugh. You’ve been trying to worm your way back into the title picture for so long because nobody ever taught you how to take “no” for an answer. Now, one of your lackeys is in your spot. HA! DiVa? Fucking DIVA?! SHE’S the number one contender?! Oh, Lord above, tell me this is an elaborate joke? She’s a fucking nobody, whether you like to admit it or not. TyAnna’s gonna eat your girl for breakfast and knock the Dollhouse to the back of the line one more time.

But you wanna be my friend, is that it? Alright, let’s be friends. I can’t wait to go to whatever fucked up family gatherings the Corleone/Vendetta/whatever dumb name your extended family has are hosting. Can’t wait for your dad to slip a disc and your mum to…you know what? I’m not even sure who your mum is because I didn’t major in archaeology. We gonna get mannies and peddies, Roxy? We gonna hit the high street and pick me out some nice clothes? You’re too kind. I do appreciate the offer, but the more I think about it, the more I realise you’re the kind of girl I’d beat up in school. I distinctly remember a hot, young blonde bitch coming up to me and making fun of my outfit when I was 15…I snapped her arm and she didn’t chat shit after that.

I’m gonna do you a solid, though, because you’ve got some balls to speak to me like this with the mood I’m in. Have you seen what I’m capable of? Or are you as dumb as you are jailbait? I’m really enjoying beating the shit out of people who get in my way at the moment, and Viola DeMarco’s smart enough to not get in my way anymore. What you’re about to enter is a den that belongs to me, with punishments of my own making. You know pain, but do you know suffering? You throw your cutesy little jabs and talk about things you’re not too clued up on. Yeah Rox, I’ve got my brother’s dick in my hand, he’s my bestest friend ever…or did you miss the entire period of Odyssey where I abandoned his crew and he brainwashed me? Think you’ve got some sort of undiagnosed ADD, which would explain your blasé dismissal of the woman who is yet to lose a match straight up without any bullshit. Could you be the first? The first person to pin Natalie Cage without controversy? Or are your little dollies gonna help? Are Diantha and Roni gonna show up to rain on my parade? So many possibilities! Hell, I could be walking into a 5-on-1 situation for all I know, and I find that exciting. That reminds me that I’m alive and have oh so much to live for.

Also, has anyone even told you what the phrase “up and comer” means? Because while you’re being a charisma vacuum and sucking the life out of the OWA fans with your Regina George routine, I’ve been getting the kind of reactions reserved for world champions. I’ve been keeping Odyssey exciting, I’ve shook shit up around here! Oh, that’s right, you live in your own little world. You’ve got a tunnel vision that’s transfixed on gold, haven’t you? It’s alright, pet, I’m gonna rattle your brain so much that you’ll have to wake up and take notice. I’m into making promises, Roxy, so you can have one, courtesy of Natalie Cage: after we’ve had our match, I make only one guarantee. It is not one of victory, because that’s not what I’m concerned with right now, I promise you, with God as my witness, you will not walk out of the arena under your own power. I’m going to give you something you won’t ever forget, so that the next time you allow my name to pass your lips, there will be a quiver in your lip and a tremble in your voice. Do not hunt what you cannot kill, Roxy, it’s bad for your health.

[Natalie puts her feet up on the table and leans back with a satisfied smile as the camera pulls out]

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Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) December 15th 2018, 10:41 pm by Guest

(“Yami yo no Mushi wa Hikari ni Tsudou” by Kamagata Eiichi plays as video montage of the penthouse is shown. A door opens as the boys and Revy in suits walks through. Shots of the Shin- SHIKAI flag flashes as the members walk towards a throne. Bane follows the room next and stands besides Revy as the boys opposes them, creating a pathway. Moongoose McQueen in a white suit and mask enters the scene and strolls his way to the throne. The team bows down as Moongoose is at the throne. He sits down and slumps in the throne. He removes his mask and tosses it to the side. He dismisses his team who scatters and leaves the room before the music dyes down. The doors shuts…. A moment of silence….. Moongoose McQueen leans forwards…..)

Welcome to my House! Enter freely, go safely, and leave something to the happiness you bring. Scott Oasis, the first real challenge to the house of Shin-SEKAI. I must say, I’m impressed with that main event on Kingdom last week. Makes me question whether or not you are in any shape or condition to face me, but is it not the folly or man to never know when you’ve had enough? A man who places his ego before his body. A man that choose to deal with the pain instead of treat it. A man too proud to every apologize for anything he has said. Ah yes. Scott Oasis, a prime example of “a Man.”
Of course in the context of being “the man,” what exactly does it take to be the man? Winning matches? Spitting out Truth and backing them up? Championships? While everyone is so wrapped up with “what it takes to be the man.” Quite frankly, I think the world has had enough of these men. To simply say in order to be the man, you gotta beat the man. Then ok, you beat the man, then suddenly you are “the man” and then someone beats you, and yes, a lot of people have beaten you from what I’ve seen, what does that make you? Less of a man, or the worse thing possible, still…. Scott Oasis. Yes, you are Scott Oasis, and you will forever be Scott Oasis, a fool in these eyes, and you ask yourself, what gives me the right to judge you. Well, I know more than you. I’m better than you. I have insight, foresight, and possibly even clairvoyance. After all, I never chose to go after Scott Oasis, I already know what to expect when crossing with the likes of you. A mere annoyance, no different from any other person in that locker room whose obsession would never go beyond the mere fact that “I hate you” and that is all. Oh man, I know better than to make you hate me. Wouldn’t want to get stuck in an endless loop of me beating you, and you making up excuses to get another match, but forgive me, I’m not Like Kenny Drake. I get easily bored. Time is simply not something that I have, nor is it something of mine you deserve. But alas, this is happening.
I’m not the Moongoose McQueen I once was. I’m no longer “The Goose” who was so focused on being “the man.” I no longer cater to earn the respect the people. Those days are past, and if you were expecting some big brash loud mouth to take on Scott Oasis in a screaming match, you are mistaken. I won’t resort to such primitive child’s playground antics where Scott Oasis says the darndest things. I’m not going to talk about it took him months to get an actual win on the Wolvedens. I’m not going to talk about how he has let down Team OWA and Carlos Rosso in the past. I’m not going to talk about how stupid and gullible a man can be to take a drink from CASPIAN. If you ask me, if he was going to be date raped, he deserved it for believing that. No, no more jokes. I’m not here to make you laugh. I’m not here to entertain you clowns. I’m here to teach you all a valuable lesson.
We are all searching for someone whose demons plays well with our own. You see, Oasis, all animals are equal, but some animals are more equals than others. I’m sure you are convinced that you are better than me. Eh. If not better, than perhaps , equal, nah. Because in the end, what makes us different, no, myself, better than you is the fact you are a slave to your own obsession. You can only see what is in front of you, where I have opened my eyes and can see the whole world. And just as you want to bring an end to the Wolvedens, I want to bring to the end … “a world.” Do you see the incredibly huge margin there? Our goals. Our motivations. For as big a man as you are, Oasis, you are still too simply too small-minded for me. Where you are stuck in the past, I’m already stepping into the future, and it must be nice to know you always have a place here where you can say and do whatever you want, but I wouldn’t get too comfortable. I wouldn’t go around saying anything you want, drinking from every glass that is offered to you, or picking fights, because by doing that, you’re gonna get all caught up
And in the end, all that you will have left to live with are just that, your demons. And just when you think you had them under control, it wouldn’t take much for me to rattle your cage and expose you. You, Scott Oasis, are a block head. You don’t use your head to think, rather you use it and rear it into the problem and hope you hit it hard enough for it to stay down. Just thinking about it makes my own head hurt. I mean, how are you even still functioning? What drives you? What motivates you? Don’t answer that. I already know it’s not worthy of acknowledgement. Your persistence and stubbornness are but your only admirable traits, and maybe a month or two ago, I would had enjoyed taking it all away from you. But I’ve changed. Just as Lucifer chose to oppose God’s world, he was casted down as punishment. But he did not stay down, nor will I. He rose in defiant and brought in an option. He brought in a choice. You either take what you are given, or you take what you want, and unfortunately for you, I’m sick and tired of the shit you are feeding the people. Perhaps in an ideal world, all your problems would go away if you shout and hit it hard enough, but trust me when I say, this is one problem you can’t scream at and knock down. You try that with me, I’ll put you in the ground. But that isn’t necessarily a bad thing, Scott Oasis. You’ll finally be exactly what you want to be. The foundation of something great. Your loss could be the very ground works for the new world.
Now because I don’t really have any real ill will against you, and would rather save my wrath for someone the is worthy of it, I hope Scott that when you eat your loss, you don’t come asking for seconds. If there is anything that has not changed for Moongoose McQueen, he is far too honest and far too generous. I might end up giving you more than you can handle. What can I say? My friends, my enemies, my demons …… we aren’t going to settle with just beating you again… and letting you walk away a second time. Use your head this time, Oasis. You wouldn’t win this war.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) December 15th 2018, 10:39 pm by **DiVa**

I’ve finally done it.

I’ve made it this far.

And it’s finally within my grasp…

FRIENDSHIP!

Hey, everyone, DiVa here!

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I can’t thank my bestie Sweet Roxy enough for letting me get such a HUGE opportunity! But that’s what happens, loves! People move on! You have to understand that, and it’s something that I try to teach to all of my adoring fans every chance that I get. Sometimes when you lose something you love, you have to move on and find joy in life! Roxy has found something better than a trinket like that! She’s found peace! She’s found a new lease on life, and she’s so much better off for it! She continues to lead The Dollhouse into a new era and we just want to invite all of you to join us on our way towards it! Can’t wait!

We decided it was in EVERYONE’S best interest to have DiVa challenge TyAnnie Junior, and WHY? Why such a controversial decision? Easy! I’ve always LOVED shiny things! Ever since I was a little girl, I was entranced by everything that the World of singing had to offer. I’m sure you’ve all read my autobiography, “DiVa: The Shiniest Diamond”, where I dedicated an entire chapter to how much I adore all of the riches this World has to offer to someone like DiVa. It’s a true passion of mine, and you know that I would do anything I can for them. Men have always liked to just offer me jewels and gold, but where’s the FUN in that? Why have someone hand them to me when I can just take them for myself? Isn’t that what we’re all about? We take things from others and make them shine brighter than ever in our possession! Right now so many of my amazing, incredible fans are confused and cheer on TyAnya because she’s fooled them into thinking she’s such a goodie good and a saint, but it’s DiVa who donates to charities! It’s DiVa who panders to her fans and tells them, within an arm’s reach distance, that they can achieve their dreams! It’s DiVa who has always been there to do the things TyAgatha has never done, and during this time of joy and peace around Christmas, I think there’s only ONE rule we should abide by: If you’re good all year, you deserve to get the best presents! And DiVa has been good every year since she was molded into the perfect girl you see in front of you today!

I’d sit around the beautiful, inspiring Christmas tree in our family mansion, and I’d wonder how hard it would be to just climb up it and take the star shining on top of it for myself… I wanted it just so bad… More than anything… Most people don’t take it though. They think it’s not worth the hassle. They think it’s too dangerous. They think they just can’t do it. BUT THAT’S WHY DIVA IS HERE! You can live vicariously through me, loves! Because unlike all of you, I will and always have been the one to not care about any of that and just go for it! Reach for the stars! Not you, but me! DiVa! There’s no shame in letting someone else live your dream for you! The star on top of that tree is beautiful, but it would look so much better in my possession! That’s why everyone else settles for less while The Dollhouse climbs! DiVa climbs! Our General Manager, Violet, played the parent to TyAngie and took the star down and gave it to her! What a villain! But don’t worry, loves, because DiVa is here to take it by hard-work and effort!

And what would I do with it? I’d have it melted down and turned into rings for DiVa and The Dollhouse, of course! Because unlike TyAnnie, DiVa is a team player! DiVa isn’t in this for herself. She doesn’t give in to selfish desires. Instead, she thinks of her community. She thinks of her friends and her family. All of which are The Dollhouse! And with all of their amazing support, I just KNOW I can prevail and shine the spotlight on us, where it belongs! The trinket around her waist would look so much better with us! The star on this tree is so much easier to take down than everyone realizes. I mean right now, TyLer Neptune is on an undefeated streak - a huge deal! A massive, monumental accomplishment! Wow! Congrats! Except… DiVa is undefeated too! Wow! That was easy! Is this supposed to be hard? I guess I must be really good! I’m working so hard on this new undefeated streak of mine while she has been busting her butt every week to keep her’s intact, even after losing a match months ago! Luckily Violin used her General Manager powers to make that not count. But that’s okay. I still believe in you. EVERYONE still believes in you and your undefeated streak! That’s why we’re here! That’s why DiVa will stand by your side and fight with you on Odyssey! This small undefeated streak of mine could be so HUGE… But it could also end fast. In fact, YOUR precious undefeated streak could end too, couldn’t it? You could even say that the fate of it is in DiVa’s hands… Gosh, I hope I don’t mess it up! I’d HATE that! I just want you to know that DiVa will do her best for you, and for the trinket around your waist. Because even if you’ve been fooling everyone and ambushing us, I still believe there’s good in you. Because DiVa believes there’s good in EVERYONE when it comes down to it. Sometimes people just need to open their eyes and see how wrong they were, and if you go to iTunes and download DiVa’s latest single, “Enlighten Up”, I think you’ll be able to see exactly what DiVa is saying. Every word will comfort you and make you understand that you don’t have to fool anyone. You don’t have to pretend you’re something you’re not. DiVa will help you keep going for one more week on Odyssey, but you’ll soon have to realize you have to go on by yourself soon enough! Without the Women’s World Championship! Without the support of your fans! Without anyone left to care! You can do it! You can rely on you and you alone for once in your life! You can leave the nest you’ve been hiding in and FLY!

Or die trying.

Can’t wait to team with you! This is gonna be so much fun!

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Humanity anguishes over its own mortality! It struggles for meaning! The billions of souls that occupy this World fall one after another throughout time, and many have taken their last breath with unfulfilled lives flashing before their eyes! But not all! Some accomplished what they set out to do! Others accepted what they had! Perhaps the meaning of life is to simply leave your own mark upon the daunting walls of history and leave your name burned into the mind of millions or even just one! Humans crave it! Layne Kurobane craves it! He adapts within a jungle filled with selfish creatures who want to survive and become a name left on the lips of others for generations to come! He does not run from it, but he no longer makes it his be all, end all!

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“Justice”.

What a bastardized little word that is, isn’t it?

It’s one of the most well known, powerful words we’ve ever come up with, and yet it seems to have a million different interpretations of it. Yeah, yeah, we know what it means. It boils down to what’s right, and what’s wrong, right? Wrong. You could split it into “good” and “evil”, but then you have to take into account what’s truly deemed either one, and before you know it, you’ve split one hair into nothingness. Every conflict in the World is over what people believe to be justice when it comes down to it, and you might sit there and wonder “What the Hell does anything have to do with Dampshaw”, but I promise, it has everything to do it. We’re a bunch of selfish assholes in the end, and as selfish assholes, we make things about ourselves before others. That’s what brought us to this dance, right? We didn’t sign our name on the dotted line and step into this industry with anything but becoming the best on our minds. We wanted gold Championships, and Trophies, and accolades, and “Legend” status. We judge ourselves by our intentions and others by their actions, and that, if nothing else, gives us more reason to put everything on the line for the sake of winning, even with nothing but bragging rights on the line. And by any means necessary, so long as your opponent is written down as the loser in the history books, you are simply right. You are vindicated. You’re redeemed, and they? Well, they can go fuck off, right?

And maybe at one point in your life, you knew what normal people were like. You knew how logic worked. You knew what common sense was. Maybe. But somewhere along the way, you found a road that was just so much easier to travel, and what did you do? Well, you took it, of course. Because why not? That voice in the back of your mind assured you that it would be well worth it. You took the easy way out every single time, and so long as success came with it, then what’s to worry about? You did what you had to do to get here, and in a weird way, I applaud you for it. Your biggest success in life was convincing yourself that the things you do are the right thing. That THIS is what justice is to you, Dampshaw. And maybe some might believe you. There’s gonna be people cheering you on. People who support your ideals. People that think everything you’ve done has been for the right purpose, or Hell, maybe they just think you’re cool. You’ve showcased your justice for the World to see, and not ONCE did you hesitate. Not a single time did you ever stop believing that it was the whole truth and nothing but the truth, and that’s what it takes to be a true liar in my book: convince yourself that this lie is the truth, even beyond what you really know deep down. You’ve blown matches for yourself to show your skewed justice. You’ve assaulted people with weapons to show your justice. And that’s how it’ll always be in the end, Dampshaw. Because you’re lazy. You’re a lazy asshole who always found it easier to give up and humiliate the man in front of you.

Here’s another bastardized word for you: “Underestimation”.

You know that one pretty well too, don’t you? Of course you do, because you’ve gone and convinced yourself that what I’m doing with every word that comes out of my mouth… Is underestimating you. As if I’d spent all this time busting my ass to get here and getting through the most vicious competitors to step inside an OWA, JUST to play it safe and let my guard down heading into a chance to defend this Spartan Championship. Dampshaw, you’re definitely a man who thrives more on meager successes than anything else, and you would take solace in beating me down and leaving me in a pool of my own blood, but you know what you aren’t? You aren’t a man who has warranted this match. If anything, Jeff X should be standing where you stand right now, and I know that gets under your skin after that loss, but you know it’s the truth. But don’t think I’ve decided to put up my feet and lay back expecting you to roll over and die just because you haven’t earned this. Dampshaw, if you are as good as you’ve convinced yourself you are despite all of the evidence, then don’t worry so much. How does the saying go again? The lion doesn’t concern himself with the opinions of the sheep? I think that speaks volumes, Dampshaw. You believe you’re better than me. You believe you’re better than everyone else. You believe so hard, and yet you cut yourself down and doubt. You let that seed of paranoia grow into an oak in your mind and all it’s done is drain you. That’s why you are where you are. That’s why you’re the challenger and not the Champion. That’s why Jeff X won last week, and not you. That’s how it is, and that’s probably how it’ll always be.

You’re not a lion, Dampshaw.

You’re just a little man who’s too slow on the draw.

So speak your mind. Tell me how badly I’m overlooking you. Tell me about how you’ve been disrespected and underestimated since day one. But do me a favor and wait until after I’ve put you down to tell me some more, because there’s not a chance in this World or the next that I would ever give you anything less than the absolute best of me. I want to be the best in this company. No, the best in this World. And believe it or not, you are a huge obstacle in my path if I want to make that happen. YOU have meaning, Dampshaw. You didn’t accomplish anything to earn this shot, but you belong here in another way. Because I’m going to take away everything you built out of brute force and shady tactics. There’s not a weapon in the World capable of stopping the inevitable, no matter how angry and frustrated you are. I can tell this sadism is all you’ve got, but my goal is to give you more than that. I want you to feel like you have a purpose in life. I want you to know that on this day on Kingdom, you were not underestimated. Not for even a second. You can throw a tantrum and maim anyone you want. You can destroy to your heart’s content. You can yell to the Heavens and do harm to yourself. You can blame everyone else for their disrespect and underestimation. But in the end, Dampshaw, it won’t be any of that. I want you to know that. It won’t be that.

It’ll be because you just weren’t good enough.

And I believe that’s poetic justice.

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Among the fray! Layne Kurobane has found it! His meaning! His purpose! Buried deep underneath the mountain of pain and suffering! Deep within this pile of egotism and war! He has found it! The gold in his possession shines brightly! It guides him onwards! His next challenge remains a crucial one! The eyes of the World glue themselves to it and watch! They observe! They follow Layne Kurobane on this relentless journey to lay claim to his purpose! No matter what may come! HE CONTINUES ON! CHARGING! MOMENTUM AT HIS BACK! ONWARDS AND THROUGH HIS NEXT GREAT CHALLENGE!!!

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You disappoint me, Kurobane. You truly do. I expected much, much more from you. I actually expected you to be more receptive to our match. For someone so keen to want to prove yourself as a fighting champion, you like to make a lot of bold statements as to why you don't really want to fight me. You can say what you want about me, but I don't overlook my opponents. I've made that mistake over and over again for years, but no longer. The reason people disrespect me is because they know a Dampshaw on top means torture for everyone else. They disrespect me because they fear the inevitable.

Layne Kurobane...the honourable, fighting, never say die Layne Kurobane. These people love you for your willingness to take on all-comers, fighting from the bottom, scratching his way to the top, a sight to behold indeed. But, ah..now you've found yourself painted into a corner. I see it in your eyes, Kurobane. You can lie to me, you can lie to the audience, you can even lie to yourself. But I know. I know you are afraid. I know your gung-ho attitude is beginning to run out of time. How many times can you welcome all challengers before you eventually cannot overcome any longer? Whether or not you believe me a worthy contender, you have to admit at some point, the flames dim and you're just running on empty. Yes, you're going to give me one hell of a fight. Yes, we're going to have a battle. But don't for a second think this is just going to be another walk in the park for you, ending in you standing triumphant over yet another fallen foe. I can stand here and laugh off your lackadaisical attitude to challenging me. I could laugh off you seemingly thinking I'm no threat. But what I will not just laugh off and what I will not tolerate is you accusing me of being so careless and stupid to throw this championship opportunity away by getting disqualified, or letting myself lose just to injure you afterwards. Have I done that before? Of course. Will I do it again? Absolutely. But I demand you give me some credit. If you really think I am just going to let this opportunity slip through my fingers, then you truly are the ignorant prick I thought you were.

Understand this. I am going to rip you to shreds. I am going to brutalize, victimize, decimate you. You're absolutely right. But I'm going to do it within the confines of the ring and within the confines of the rules. I am going to do things to you that some people may think should be against the rules, but are perfectly legal. And I'm going to do all of this..and take the Spartan Championship. I am going to be the one who overcomes. I am going to be the one who stands, title raised in the air, triumphant over my fallen foe.

I feel for you, Kurobane. I truly do. I sympathize with your plight. Your reign as Spartan Champion is dying...and you're going through the six stages of grief. Right now, you're dealing with the first stage: denial. You deny you feel anything about my challenge and about our match. This, I will allow you to work through on your own in your own way. But come Kingdom, as soon as that bell rings, I will force you to go through the rest. I will put you through immeasurable pain. You will feel the unbearable guilt, guilt to yourself, guilt to your friends and family and guilt for getting up the hopes of all those people in the audience who have hope for you. As I twist your limbs and crack your bones, you will try and bargain with me. You will beg and plead for me to stop. The longer the match goes on you will feel the desolate loneliness knowing that all of your support means nothing as it is just you and me and there is no escape. You will work through it all at times and you will come back and keep me on my feet. This I know. And you're going to believe you have a chance after all of that and maybe things are going to be ok. But then, when I hit The Family Name in the middle of the ring, when you look up towards the lights, you'll smile and accept it. It's finally over. The pain, the torture. It's all finished.

Your Spartan Championship reign will die and you and you can finally be O.K. with it. May it rest in peace.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) December 15th 2018, 4:53 am by Sweet Roxy

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Oh, don’t you just love it when you come across one trainwreck after another while they desperately try to pose as your adversaries? I love watching them. I love observing as they make complete fools of themselves when they see they could never keep up when they’re running the race against me. No matter how much you hype a gal up, no matter how much glitter you sprinkle onto her repulsive face, the ugly will always creep out! Because no amount of hype or fluff can ever take away the fact that they have absolutely nothing to offer once they play the game and make their turn. You have seen an example of that in Savannah Sunshine, who is and will always be nothing but a big bag of hype. And all those who actually sit back and enjoy her lazy performance are the same mindless blind followers that will believe everything they’re told just because they favor “the good guys” despite making it blatantly obvious that they are weaklings. I’m sure you get me, Natalie Cage. I can see that we have a destiny together! I mean, you can’t possibly good enough to become a part of The Dollhouse, but it doesn’t mean we can’t be friends! We just... Get each other, you know? And I want to help you become something more than the “rags that never became rich” type! I’m sure that a second-rate wrestler like you knows absolutely nothing about succeeding in this industry, which is why you were never seen as someone who dominates the brand! You have been an up-and-coming wrestler for a long time now, and yet you find yourself stuck in a revolving door with absolutely nothing to be proud of!

So right now, I want you to look at me, scrap. I want you to quit squeezing your brother’s wiener while begging for everyone’s approval, because I should be the only one that you listen to!

Sweet Mentor Roxy is feeling a little bit kinder today, and I would like for you to take notes. You’re lost! And as a concerned sister, I just want you to not feel lost anymore… Consider it a favor! Now, first thing that you have to do is fix the way you present yourself to the world. You are a walking disaster and your lack of poise affects everyone around you. I know that you’re poor and you have no sense of style, and pretty much everyone wants to vomit the first second they look at you, but it doesn’t always have to be that way! You don’t have to look like that thing my cousin Tom squeezes out of his pimple! You don’t have to look like an exhausting mother hen after giving birth to 24 baby eggs! Look at yourself in the mirror, and then look at me. I’m not saying that you should color your hair pink, but at least appear like you care how the world perceives you if you want to look like half a threat. You’re pathetic. You can fix yourself, I believe in you, truly! The second lesson is… surround yourself with people that can actually help you if you trip and fall like the clumsy bitch that you are! The Wolvesden has too much hold on you that even if you try to get away, they still have control over your identity! Enough is enough, Natalia! It’s time to be your own person! The good thing about it is that you’re influenced by those you can rely on, a good example of this is how Sweet Roxy is to DiVa, but the downside is that you’ll probably lose a lot of people that would look your way, and your adoring fans would likely just look past you, because once you take away the business partnership and the Wolvesden beanies that you wore with pride, you will realize that you are alone in this world and the only time anyone ever wants your company, is if they could get something out of it even if it’s a useless pair of extra hands. Because, let’s be honest, no one looks your way when they think of excellent in-ring performers, and no one thinks you’re great enough to stand at the top of the mountain after an uphill battle that took almost forever. But, you know, just do what you can!

And the third and final lesson is to always ALWAYS keep in mind that no matter who you are and how strong you believe you are, you can never be on the same level as Sweet Roxy. You struggle to survive your matches as it is, while I create five-star performances in the ring like it’s second nature to me. There is simply no comparison, and your fall is inevitable. I could give you a million lessons that would make you less pathetic by a small margin, but really the only thing you have to do is to accept. Accept the fact that you are an abomination in the wrestling industry, and accept the fact that nothing will ever change how little you mean to this world. Accept that you will be put down once my boot hits your face at Odyssey.

Vol. 1

It was me once. The new girl nobody took seriously. I had the talent and athleticism to take over this division so while everyone looked down on me-saying I was in over my head-I went out in the ring to show the world why they should all know the name: TyAnna Jupiter.

Nobody in this division was prepared for me, not even the woman at the top. I took down the pillar of the Goddess Division and took the wheel to lead Odyssey into an age of glory. I built this brand as an aesthetic expression of love and power. But, in my conquest came casualties that I now have to face in the form of the Dollhouse.

I allowed myself to give into my own empathy, seeing Rosanna Vendetta tossed aside after she forced me to prove why I am the undeniable best. Seeing Sweet Roxy lose her rematch clause against me after she forced me to dig deep and show the world what a Philly girl raised by a single mother is really capable of, it felt unjust. In a way I owed Rosanna everything. So I went to bat for her not only because I knew it was right but to silence the voice in the back of my head that doubted if I was strong enough to beat the former Women’s Champion once again after barely coming out of our last title match victorious. Then I did it again.

I vanquished the doubts and beheaded the Hydra with a Crescent Beam only for her head to regrow plus two. Dividing and conquering our division, running through anyone they can get their hands on. But what concerns me is one member of the Dollhouse specifically, and this week she’s my partner. The reason DiVa concerns me is I see so much of myself in her. While everyone was stunned that she was the one to earn a shot at my championship I saw the game plan of my rivals begin to play out.

The Dollhouse doesn’t care about individual glory. The Dollhouse has come forward to represent the opposite of everything I stand for and in order to spread those ideals they have to overthrow the woman wearing the crown by any means necessary. DiVa’s victory was a moment of choice, the Dollhouse putting their best foot forward and their best bet at ending the historic reign of TyAnna Jupiter. I was once the rising star nobody saw coming, and I’ve feared ever since that it was only a matter of time before history repeated itself. If that’s what’s happening now I want Diamond Corleone to know that I see her. I’m not going to blindsided by a newcomer that has more to offer than expected and as your Women’s World Champion I will stand without fear in the face of all challengers prepared to fight with a will to win stronger than my will to breathe. I am not a sheep in line for your slaughter, I am a legendary warrior that is going to make you prove every moment you’re across the ring me that you deserve to be there.

As for this week, I’ll have my eye on you. I’m not concerned about how we’ll beat our opponents. No disrespect to Goddess Champion or Kiara Roberson, but I know I can beat everyone up and down this roster as long as I don’t mess around. Winning this match should be no problem for you either, if you’re as good as I should be concerned you are. The odds are in our favor as long as you don’t screw it up somehow. As long as Roxy and Aphrodite don’t put their nose where it doesn’t belong. This is in your hands more than it’s in mine and don’t forget that anything you do to piss me off this week will not be forgotten once you’re on your own against me. I hope you have good judgement, for your sake.

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Gold shines brighter than ever in this dark World! It illuminates it! It beckons those within the darkness to follow it as they do whatever they must to make it their own! Layne Kurobane clutches it with every ounce of strength in his being - refusing to allow it to slip away from him! Not for the sake of this gold, but for what it brings! For the obstacles it creates! For the challenges it brings! The blades of enemies strike quick from the darkness, but he keeps marching on, no matter what may surround him! No matter how close the walls may be closing in around him! Those before him have fallen one by one, and yet he remains where he has been since taking possession of this gold! Fearlessly, he holds it in front of the hungry beasts that desire it! They are not the hunters! They are the hunted!

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Do whatever makes you happy.

That’s all there is to it in life, really. I mean, as far as I’m concerned. Do you know how many people just let their lives waste away by becoming complacent to their environment and uprising that they just settle for enough to get by? Sometimes life deals you a shitty hand and you just have to make the most of it. Maybe raising a family is a more important endeavor, or maybe it’s easier to just watch the game of life from the sidelines than participate. I’ve known a lot of people like that. Too many, actually. I can’t go judging anyone for the decisions they’ve made in life though. All I could do is watch and learn and mold myself into the person I am today - someone that didn’t want to live his life paycheck to paycheck and just getting by with a job I hate with every fiber of my being. No matter who you are, you have aspirations to do something that you actually want to do, at least at some point in life. When you settle for anything less, it isn’t just a job… It’s a chore. It’s something you have to reluctantly do because that’s just what you have to do. You have to accept it, do it, and move on until it comes around again the next day. When your job starts to feel like a chore, it couldn’t be more devoid of joy. It becomes just a means to an end, and you have to just hope that end is what makes it all worth it.

When I look at you, Dampshaw, I truly want to feel that same electricity I felt when I stood across the ring from Monolith or Thornton. I wanted to feel like maybe this is the challenge I’ve been waiting for - the one that’s gonna give me the fight of my life and more, and make me question what it takes to be the best in the World. I still feel far down the totem pole and as desperate as you may be to prove yourself, the fact that I’ve taken this Championship for my own and done this much and came this far so fast - that’s a testament to how much more desperate I am. By hook or by crook, I’ve beaten the ones that call themselves the best, and yet I haven’t reached Finnegan. I haven’t gotten a crack at the OWA Championship. I’m still wandering around, settling for you. And I truly do mean that. Anyone else, I’d probably give them the benefit of the doubt. I’d welcome them with open arms and tell them to be the ones to knock me down a peg. I don’t feel anything with you. No more than I did with Kai. You and he are one and the same as far as I’m concerned. Two guys that have nothing but hollow words to salvage their dwindling credibility after failure upon failure. Guys that have brought nothing to the table but mindless violence and labeled it as a success.

I look at you, Dampshaw, and this job that I love becomes a chore.

And BELIEVE me, I don’t want that. I’d love nothing more than for you to surprise me and rip this Championship around my waist and give me a reason to take it all back from you. That’s no bullshit, I promise you. You’re so conflicted with how good you really are and you start to wonder why you’re disrespected. You’re the kind of guy that sits around, racking his brain and trying to come to a reasonable conclusion as to WHY these fans and these other wrestlers don’t deem you as a threat. “WHY would they write me off as a nobody? WHY would they see me as nothing but a guy with money? WHY would I have to wait this long just to get a shot at the Spartan Championship after I made my declaration for it known weeks ago?”... Yes, why indeed. Why? Why? Why do you think, Dampshaw? Put on your Detective hat and think real hard about it. I want you to do that for me. Step away from crawling up the walls of your mind and think for just a second about why you are where you are. If you’re having trouble discovering exactly why nobody has taken you seriously despite your violence, and why you’re just considered a guy with money, and why you took this long to get a shot at me… Allow me to spell it out for you: You haven’t proven anything. Not to me, not to these people, not to Management, and Hell, not even to yourself. Words are wind, as they say. But words are all you have left when you stand there with nothing to warrant this match otherwise. You’re here because I want this match. I have no real interest in you, but maybe we are all underestimating you like you say. Maybe there’s something in you that I haven’t seen yet. Something beyond an asshole who takes more pride in brutalizing a man after a match than actually winning a match.

But hey, don’t you worry one bit, Dampshaw.

No matter what anyone says, you ARE more than just a guy with suits and money.

You’re also a guy who couldn’t get the job done when it mattered. You’re a guy who got his precious Spartan Championship match even after being humiliated by a guy who probably deserves it more. But you’re here, and that’s all that matters when it comes down to it, right? Don’t waste your time fighting yourself. You’re fighting me. Don’t waste your time thinking about what your family has done, because I promise you, no lineage is gonna help you when that bell rings. Nothing but yourself. And if you have to restrain yourself with every passing second NOT to pull out a weapon and beat me within an inch of my life with it, then you’ve already lost. You’ve lost, and you’ll go to the back of the line. And maybe that’s where you belong when it all comes down to it. Maybe you’d feel more comfortable at the bottom of the barrel with Kai Stevens - always looking on the bright side of humiliation. Performing those incredible mental gymnastics in your head again and again, until you finally erase this defeat from your memory and comfort yourself underneath that same blanket you’re hiding under right now. You can comfort yourself with violence. You can comfort yourself with money. You can go ahead and burrow deep into the ground where nobody matters but you, and keep asking yourself those burning questions without ever finding the answer, no matter what I say or anyone else says.

A lot of people don’t get opportunities like this. Whether it was your violence or your determination or even my desire to take on all comers - it doesn’t matter. It really doesn’t. You don’t deserve this when everything is taken into account, but you’re here. So make the most of it, and give me the fight of your life. Strip away the Dampshaw that couldn’t hang with Jeff X, and give me someone that will make me love what I do again. Because I promise you, Dampshaw, I will give you everything and more come Kingdom, and if that’s too much for you to handle, then feel free to try and end my career. Pull out every weapon you can from underneath the ring and beat me to a pulp with it, if that’s what makes you feel better. Rip me to shreds and bleed me dry. Put me in a hospital or put me in the morgue. Take whatever you consider to be a moral victory in the end. Bask in the glory of your so-called redemption as you assault me.

But you’ll do it while I’m still the Spartan Champion, and you’re still the loser.

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While they scratch and claw their way towards him, Layne Kurobane continues on! Something within him pushing him onwards! Beyond the boundaries he has fallen to before! They cannot reach their beacon of light! They cannot strike a deathblow! Layne continues on this advent with his own guiding desire! A bright light that illuminates this darkness more powerfully than the gold within his grasp ever could! A light that shines bright like a fiery sun above him! One that he cannot stop pursuing! Not even for a moment! One that he can only climb towards upon the bodies of those who have failed to stop him! HE MUST KEEP GOING!!!

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**Note: This is solely an In-character explanation for my absence. Figured I owe it to people to at least tie it into something in character.**
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Perfect Bliss (Character Development)

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. Knowing that ever since I returned to this ring; arrived back in OWA - I have allowed wrestling to consume me. To become my entire life, even if that means at times, I have shunted the things I *truly* care about off to the side.

(These words come from Scott's lips, as he casts a solemn figure upon a park bench. Unlike his usual, somewhat perky self, you can tell he's been seriously reflecting on his recent passage. One, that although he doesn't regret and is consistent with his identity, you can tell has cast a shadow over him. It has caused him to truly attempt to find himself, from a more personal standpoint.)

I've allowed the world championship and Finnegan to rent spaces inside of my head. Spaces, that nobody else had been able to venture into - spaces that I had reserved solely for Bianca. It hurts, but I know it's the truth. I know I'm the one who allowed it to become that way; I'm the one to blame for this all playing out.

(Deeply sighing, this is a raw look into just how Scotty thinks. The *true* impact of his quest for the world championship on his psyche.)

Especially considering as I'm supposed to be leaving for home tomorrow morning; preparing for my wedding. Something that I have cherished; dreamt about for the last three years. That is what I *should* be focusing on. Not about trying to push my way back into the world championship position. A position that I know holds the key to saving the industry, but that isn't what is more important right now.

(A solitary tear beginning to run down his cheek, Scott motions for us to zoom in on him, so that we can see the conflict going on inside of his head. So that his next words, can cut right through the veil.)

And it won't be. Bianca, I promise you I will make your dreams real. I will make sure that this moment, is the blissful wonderland you deserve. I promise that I will give you the honeymoon you deserve. That wrestling, won't take this away from us.

(The right hand side of his mouth slightly curling up into a smile, a soft, classical symphony begins to play behind him, as he closes his eyes.)

You deserve it, for everything ... I promised that I would make you my angel, and I will. Believe me baby, I love you more than I can express.

(Re-opening his eyes, he lets out a gentle laughter, before returning his focus back to wrestling - at least for this next portion.)

Eventually, I *will* be coming for that crown. I will bring about the flames of purity - but that shall come when the time is ripe. Right now, it's best for those seeds to fester. To keep Finnegan glancing over his shoulder, waiting for the moment the bell finally tolls for him. Believe me, it will - I don't know when, but the moment it does: I shall be the one to enact the epilogue to this tale.

(Smirking, he reclines back on the bench, letting out a deep breath.)

Keep that title tightly around your waist. I'll see you soon enough.

(He allows those words to float into the air.)

But for now, my focus is where it should have always been - giving Bianca the bliss she deserves.

(Pushing himself up, he slowly walks off. The message clear about his need for time to reflect and to handle his personal life first, before returning and making his next stanza clear. Re-enacting the purity he has always sought within the industry.)

I win.

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*Character Development Promo*

Being an Olympic Gold Medalist it means you have to prove your worth inside the square ring. I have to prove myself not as a fraud or a liar. I'm aware that Professional Wrestling isn't the same as an Amateur Wrestling because you will always meet different kind of opponents. Be it a Redneck Brawler, a Giant Monster, or even a Cheater. I have to go through them all and prove myself not to be a push-over in this environment. That's what always motive me and that's the reason why I stayed in The Amateur Wrestling Competition for so long until I became an Olympic Gold Medalist.

I didn't always win. I loses a lot but I have the spirit and self-motivation to be known as the winner. I didn't become a part of Swedish Olympic Wrestling Team on my first try. I didn't win The Gold Medal on my first try either. But I worked hard to be on the top and I can say that I've beaten The Amateur Wrestling Competition. I've proven my mark there and I feel satistifed but not satistified enough to claim myself as The Best In The World if you catch my meaning.

I want more.

I want to win countless Championships in Omega Wrestling Alliance and I want to prove myself that I'm no ordinary Professional Wrestler and be called as an "Amateur Wrestler" as in that I'm an Amateur. It's just my mission and I want to be a different flavor to this business. That's the kind of man I am and I'm ready to prove myself not as just The Mic Bastard. I'm the real deal and I'm The Olympic Gold Medalist. I'm ready to make the fans happy with everything I have in my arsenal.

My name is Hans Olsen and I love this competition.

Some of you might already heard my name and I'd like to introduce myself as an American. I have nothing againts Sweden and I still love my former country as much as The United States of America and the rest of other countries.

The reason why I became a US citizen is a secret to all of you and I'd like to keep it that way. But I can assure you, I wrestle not just for myself but for the fans as well. I'm a US representative but this Sport is popular on World Wide Television, especially with OWA as a big Professional Wrestling Company. I will make your time and your money worth with my presence as I show my skills to beat my opponents and make you all happy with great matches feautring The Olympic Gold Medalist in it.

I haven't been told which shows I'm heading in but I couldn't care less about it. Be it Olympus, Kingdom, or even Odyseyy, I'll welcome all my opponents with open arms and I'm ready to make an impact.

Oh it's true, it's damn true!

Oh man, I am so pumped to get back in the ring!

To my opponents, yes, the Goddesses Championship is still alive. It didn’t die in the hands the moment Dulce Torres got her grasps on it. It is in fact still on my shoulder. I am approaching Odyssey XV as the Goddesses Champion! Much to people’s expectations on whether I would be able to carry this championship on my shoulder. Natalie Cage was an excellent opponent, but she seems a little occupied by her former butthurt Wolvesden stablemates Roni De Vil and Diantha Moreau. I know there will come a time and place where Natalie and I will face once again. Hopefully, she won’t have anyone holding her back. I hope that she is able to come out of the current situation she is in alive, but I’m moving forward for the time being. At Odyssey XV, I am defending the Goddesses Championship against a shiny newcomer herself in Kiara Robertson. For this episode of Odyssey, I have the honor of teaming with this young woman and hopefully, I can pick her apart as I watch her step into the ring against TyAnna Jupiter and DiVa — or whatever her name is. Both champions in the match are in similar positions, TyAnna is teaming against her opponent as I am teaming with my opponent. To me, this will be all about which team can win the match before murdering the other. Unlike TyAnna and. DiVa, I don’t have an issue with Kiara. Kiara looks like a complete sweetheart when you put her next to someone like DiVa. She may not have as much experience when you put her next to TyAnna. However, I am not counting out my partner, who has shown a whole lot of heart in the pass. I hope that Kiara is able to show and justify her being the number one contender for the Goddesses Championship. Right now, I have my doubts. I have my concerns about what to expect out of this match because Kiara has never been challenged enough to stand in the ring against a Women’s World Champion or a woman in a group that has turned Odyssey upside down. My two opponents — DiVa and TyAnna Jupiter are two women, who seem like they are destined to lose, but both women are talented in their own rights. That is alarming. That is something that Kiara and I need to look out for.

Diamond Valentine Corleone a.k.a DiVa, a woman who is similar to her stablemate, Sweet Roxy. A woman, who was born to be part of this business. A woman who comes from a wrestling dynasty. I’m not too familiar about her family. I know that her brother was a former two-time SSW Tag Team Champion and did well in their tag division. It seems like DiVa has taken a similar route with the formation of The Dollhouse with Sweet Roxy and Aphrodite Marie. From night one, she, along with the two other women in the group have established themselves as future champions. Due to what her brother was able to accomplish in the wrestling scene, I was wondering how long it will take to see DiVa get thrusted into the championship scene. Going into her Triple Threat Match last week, I don’t think there was much people who expected her to win the match. No, the fans would rather invest and be disappointed when Savannah Sunshine gets the victory over the two mean girls in the match. It’s no shade to DiVa. Less than five matches in her career in Omega Wrestling Alliance and she managed to get herself a shot at the OWA Women’s World Championship. It’s a mighty opportunity for a woman, who cannot be bothered stand in the same ring against a champion like myself. I get it. DiVa will probably find ways to belittle me. She’ll put up the generic mean girl act to raise herself up. To her, I’m not the best woman in the locker room despite having this championship on her shoulder. I defeated three of the best rising talents on Odyssey to be the first-ever Goddesses Champion. Yet, I believe there are women in the back that don’t see that as anything impressive. People can say that I got lucky in my title match with Natalie Cage due to Roni De Vil and Diantha Moreau getting involved and preventing her from walking away with the gold. Defeating some of Odyssey’s shining stars are no big deal to me. Defeating a “Dollhouse” doll is not anything unheard off. I defeated Aphrodite Marie in her debut. Will DiVa be the same story? Knowing who her partner is in this match, I don’t think DiVa will be looking forward to playing nice in this match. It’s almost a shame since relying on TyAnna Jupiter the last time we teamed with each other got us the victory. Would DiVa put her precious undefeated streak in harms way in this match? To her, it can be nothing more than a tag team match for her. As long as she doesn’t find herself eating the pin, it’s all good for her.

For her partner, TyAnna Jupiter is someone who’s had her connection in the wrestling business. Before she thinks this entire promo I am going to cut in her is going to be based on that, let me just assure her that I am only trying to find the similarities between her and DiVa. Who knows? Those connections may the one thing that keeps these two from murdering each other in this tag match. I believe TyAnna has done great things as OWA Women’s World Championship. Over the past few months, I was proven wrong about type of champion she would carry herself as. She’s managed to get two victories over Sweet Roxy over the past few months. She looks forward to continuing her domination towards The Dollhouse by planning to give DiVa one of the biggest losses in her career so far. Personally, I am looking forward for that to happen. I, myself, have not been enjoying the havoc these three “dolls” have brought to Odyssey and I feel like if there is anyone in the roster that is able to stop that, it’s TyAnna. I’m being up front right now. I know there is people in the crowd that would love nothing more than to see her crush DiVa at Odyssey XV. At the same time, I look at this as a victory that I need to get over TyAnna. She has two victories over me. One of those victories happened to be over a referee’s mistake and I have been reflecting on that since the moment this match was announced. I know, this isn’t a one-on-one situation. However, I find this to be the perfect opportunity to not only show TyAnna, but even myself, that I have grown ever since my return. I grew more since becoming champion. On Odyssey, it will be time to prove that to the world. Out of the pairings in this tag match, I think the most spotlight is going to be on TyAnna and her partner, I can tell you that TyAnna is going into this match with a huge disadvantage. Sure, this is nothing more than one of those rival pairing tag team matches. She can lose the match and it will mean nothing approaching Odyssey XV. To me? I look at any match as a way to give my all and let Kiara Robertson know that I’m not planning on dropping this championship anytime soon. The same will be with TyAnna when it comes to her future match with DiVa. She is more than willing to show DiVa that she’s not going to be another Savannah Sunshine that she can defeat after some distraction.

Kiara, let’s hope we are in the same page approaching this match because I going to Odyssey to win.

(Hunter walks through the remnants of a humble anime and Manga store. As his feet crumple over the broken glass, the patrons cower in fear, but see who it is and are calm. Hunter kneels by a terrified patron.)

Bro. Whom is responsible?

(The patron is too scared to speak, they only appear to mouth the word “Magnanimous.” Hunter’s inner monologue can be heard as he wistfully stares out of the window.)

So, my worst fears have been confirmed. Maggall the Magazine has come to my humble town. He’s wrecked the Japanese comics store, even though I’m Filipino and like Korean stuff. Maybe he’s just not too bright. No matter, he’s destroyed the one place where admirers of the Eastern arts could feel safe. By which I mean creative arts, of course, which is an important thing to distinguish when you’re dealing with people like this.

(At this point, Hunter has been standing there for an uncomfortable amount of time. The patrons are staring at him, so he decides to switch to speaking out loud, as if that will make him look less out of place.)

It’s true, Megan the Maggall has made his presence known. He’s struck first blood, took the first shot, created the Dutch oven. He’s made this environment unsafe, I need to go somewhere to clear my head. Somewhere that will allow me to process this.

(With blistering smoothness, Hunter hops on his skateboard and guns it real rad-like to the local arcade, Duke’s. Upon entering the arcade, he sees a group of people he doesn’t recognise, he must inquire.)

Hey bros, I’m looking for a guy by the name of Maggall. Can’t miss him. He’s about as tall as the Pac-Man cabinet and weighs twice as much. No? Looks a bit like Balrog from Street Fighter? Nothing? You know when you pump enemies full of air in Dig-Dug? Picture that but they never exploded and lifted weights instead.

(They stare at him, before he realises they’re cardboard cut outs that Duke has weirdly put around an arcade cabinet.)

Huh, I’m losing it, Miguel’s got me paranoid. I need to play something, get some inspiration.

(Hunter mounts his trusty steed, by which I mean he boots up Time Crisis II. One credit. It’s all he needs. He clears the first stage, blowing up the armoured boat and killing the laughing dude with the fiora (it’s what Hunter calls a fedora), but the second stage stops him dead. He’s done this all before, clear the woods, grab the machine gun, blow up the tank, wipe out the shipyard, mount the train, what is weirding him out? Oh my God, Maggall is in the game!)

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(It’s not really Maggall, just Buff Bryant, but bear with me here.)

MAGGALL?! BRO! HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE?! DIE!

(Hunter shoots and shoots, but the minigun spray takes him out. He’s never lost at Time Crisis II, what is happening? Has Maggall really infiltrated his mind?)

Bro, be quiet, I’m trying to think.

(Sorry, Hunter, I was just setting the scene.)

I get that, but you’re mad distracting.

(Noted.)

Maggall is in town, he’s hitting spots where I may or may not be found. He’s getting to me, ME! I’ve won gold! I’ve been on top of the hottest division in all of OWA for four months!

(The Goddesses division?)

No.

(The Spartan’s division?)

NO!

(Oh, you mean OWT Embedded)

Man, I’m done with you! Look, point is, I’m a champ! I shouldn’t be scared of a dude who looks like Denzel Washington found Scott Oasis’ secret stash! He wants to be intimidating? He wants to be a big, scary dude? Well, I can be scary too! MONTAGE!

…

I said…MONTAGE!

…

*Sigh* You can come back now.

(Cut to Hunter blitzing through Time Crisis II on one credit, adding his name to the top of the leaderboard that is already entirely popularised by him, now we’re in a gym, apparently, how did he get there? I don’t know. He’s lifting weights! Too heavy, take some off, Hunter, there we go! Look at him! He’s doing it! His skinny frame is getting that weight up!)

Dude, I don’t know if you’re on my side or not. You know what? End of montage, I’ve got something to say to Meghan Markle. He needs to know the truth, he needs to know that I don’t stand for bullying, for mindless violence. I stand for what’s good in the world, like skateboarding and babes. The moment he steps into that ring with me, we’re gonna lock up. We’re gonna fight. He’s gonna come to realise that no matter how many times he bops me, he won’t be able to bop me hard enough. He’s dealing with one half of the OWA Bloodline Tag Team Champions, the man who beat Jacob Steele on his first night!

(Who?)

Doesn’t matter! When I walk out there, I’m coming to send a message, and not a text message, a message with my hands!

(So, a text message?)

You know what, you’ve done more harm than good. But at the same time, you’re pretty sharp, I’ll grant you that. But you’re not the one who’s fighting Mangle. I am. I’m gonna be hurting, I’m gonna be sweating, I’m gonna be breathing heavy. But I’m gonna be winning as well. Why? Because I’m HUNTER FREAKING GOODW-

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“Poison.. You run through my veins. Poison… I can’t break these chains.”

The scene begins with Sabertooth sitting on his sofa with the OWA Television Championship draped over his shoulder as he takes a puff from his Cigar.

“Poison. You’re right about that. I don’t know why the Phantom Troupe intend to put this company six feet under… But if they really are the poison that they claim to be. OWA better have an antidote ready. And Olympus is front and center at the firing line… Last week, we ended up seeing what The Phantom Troupe are really capable of. I was handed my first pinfall loss at the hands of Maggall. Now, I could think of excuses to make for what transpired, but I am not interested in that. Yes, Maggall hit me in the nuts and took advantage of a situation but I probably would have done the same thing if I was in his shoes. And like I say… at the end of the day, the history books won’t account for a low blow. I lost… I won’t lie to you. It was disheartening at first. I expected all the spotlights to be on me ever since I beat Gareth Cason for this title… But it hasn't been like that. The Phantom Troupe certainly has everybody’s attention. The poison is spreading through the veins of this company and it looks like a fate similar to that of SSW, is imminent. Is this it? Did everything I work for to have a triumphant return into the world of professional wrestling just so I can see everything fall apart before my eyes? All the blood, sweat and tears just to be known as one of the wrestlers part of yet another company that will be gone and forgotten with time. Is that my legacy? These questions… they have been bothering me ever since Civil War. The TV title was supposed to bring me a sense of satisfaction….It has been everything but that.” Said Chris as he takes a long puff off his Cigar. He looks to be lost in thought and really bothered by whatever that has been going on these past few weeks.

“You are right, Virgo. I have been paying a lot of attention to you. In fact, I DO envy you. I really do! The way you carry yourself as a champion… Even though you hold on to a title from a dead company, you still are full of pride everytime you show up with that draped over your shoulder. Too may, it just might become a relic of the past. But you… You took that title and you proudly claimed to be the biggest champion this company has to offer. You have accomplished a lot in your short time here, in a place that you absolutely loathe. Yes… You did quit on this company a while ago when you were not having your way… But now you’re back and stronger than ever, with your brother in arms…. And Aria Jaxon of course. SSW was your home. A place you took pride to be part of. But you happened to be involved with its demise. And now, you and the rest of the Troupe have their eyes set on OWA. But if you even think for a second that you can come in here and just end everything that took so long to build… THEN YOU’RE WRONG. I was signed to SSW too and it was sad to see it end up like the way it did. But OWA is MY home. Like SSW was yours. OWA was meant to be my legacy. My path to redemption… I wasted three years of my life trying to remind myself who I really am. Trying to remind myself of what my goals were. Ever since I was a kid, I have dreamt of being the best pro-wrestler in the world and OWA happens to be my ticket to make it a reality. I don’t care what Rosso and Cason has to say. I am not interested in working with them either… I don’t care that I don’t see eye to eye with pretty much anybody else in that locker room. But if that’s what it takes to put an end to the Phantom Troupe then so be it! André Virgo… You’re right about everything that you said. You have made that Jr. Heavyweight Title mean something. You have beaten CM Nas, Gareth Cason, Jacob Senn just to name a few. Nobody has been able to take that title away from you. But you’ve never beaten me! It doesn’t matter… Part time or full time. If you really are the best fucking champion that you claim to be… You would put your all each and every time you step into the ring, even if you hate the person or the place. I don’t have to lie to myself anymore. You really are great, Virgo. But you’re not better than me. This isn’t SSW. You don’t have a home field advantage like you always talked about. This is OWA. And Friday Night Olympus is my playing field. So, you couldn’t beat me then… And you certainly won’t beat me now, even with the Troupe by your side. I want this title to mean something… Gareth Cason made this title mean something! And I beat him for it… Now, it is up to me to take it to the next level. So, if you’re even half the man that you claim to be, I will put in everything I have got to beat you again. And it doesn’t stop there. I will avenge my loss against Maggall… And whether it be alongside the rest of them or not… I will bring the fight to The Phantom Troupe. You have waged war against my legacy… My career. I won’t let this all be in vain.” Said Chris as he stands up and stubs his Cigar away. He holds on to his TV title, looking at it before he continues to speak.

“Everything I have done so far… It all leads up to this moment. I was focused on win loss records. I was focused on winning championships. All of that won’t mean a thing if OWA goes down under. So, lace up your boots Virgo. You better bring the best you have got or you are going to regret it. We don’t need to hear any more excuses when Christopher Sabertooth beats The Stolen Breath once again. In all my mediocrity, as you brought to my notice, I will show you why I am not a man you want as an enemy. Your exuberance and class won’t mean a thing when I kick your fucking head off. The Phantom Troupe have wreaked havoc for a good while now… It’s time I bring my own. ”

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-Maggall pictured in the studio recording sick mixtapes to be released for his rap career, after Phantom Troupe runs OWA out of business and he needs a new job. I kid, I kid!-

(Maggall can be seen at the end of a bed, finishing to get dressed as he puts on a huge sweater while “Who Am I” by Snoop Dogg plays in the background. He speaks.)

The last time I was here I spoke of cutting the cord, on the Television champion and his childish newborn like attachment upon his parental old school wrestling style he is afraid to get away from. For good measure, ever since I did just that it would feel as if Olympus TV truly had the entire world have the cord cut on the show for weeks, so just imagine what’ll happen to the moral of this roster and fanbase right before the holidays, after I get my hands on the heart and soul of the Omega Wres-

(Suddenly a woman from the sheets put her arm around Maggall.)

Woman: I love you Maggy.

Maggall: You don’t love big Mag, you just love my magnum trojans.

(Maggall breaks away from her and gets up to leave.)

Maggall: Now let me finish this video for work. I got an 88 time champion to face this week.

Woman: Wha??? I thought you only joined that OWA place a few weeks ago.

Maggall {Said with the conviction of the ultimate uncle at a bbq hyping himself up and exaggerating stories} : Yeah when they saw the quick work I made out of their TV Champion they decided to up the ante with one of the very best of all time pitted against me, he’s done lots in the business, now he’s being as magnanimous as I by spending his 88^th reign in the tag team division for once. The man’s a legend, tell these streets I’m the one who’s gonna beat him!

(Maggall leaves and the scene changes. The scene is now with Maggall having somehow picked up a gullible impressionable young white man from the streets.)

Man: Yo you’re saying we’re going to rob that little manga and comics shop, and that’ll make us feared and respected as certified Gs?

Maggall: No doubt, no doubt! Listen I’m a member of the Phantom Troupe, when they put down this business in Japan people went crazy and they’ve been in a frenzy ever since! In the madness and buzz, people have even convinced themselves I was there, even though my first match was in OWA and I have no “SSW ties” to cut loose from as claimed by commentators. I’m such a big deal there, I’d have cool ass edgy text quotes and random pictures when my words were to be put in print in magazines. Now I hope your ready to empty some magazines.

Man: Whoa, wait! I didn’t think we were gonna really shot people up!

Maggall: Chill, I’m just playing. I got a quota of mag mentions in my videos I must meet, speaking of which, that’s so magnanimous of me to keep gifting my listeners with consistency. Anyways nah, everyone get’s scared when a big black man is robbing a place, especially little Asian fellows, don’t worry; this is just a teaser for when I deal with these Heart & Seoul punks.

Man: And why some manga shop? Surely we could get more money from a bigger heist, you aren’t some type of weeb, are you boss?

Maggall: Of course not. I’m just trying to get in Hunter’s head before our match, he’s super into all this Asian stuff. This is getting to know your enemy!

(Maggall and the man get in the man’s extremely expansive car, where they’re met by the OWA interviewer from the last promo waiting inside. She sits stone faced in the back seat as the men are unaware.)

OWA Interviewer: Hello Mr. Maggall.

Maggall {Shocked} : How did you get in here?!

OWA Interviewer: I take my job very seriously. And I’m going to monitor all your little shenanigans!

Maggall: Alright, André’s right, we really gotta kill this place.

(After driving to the place the man storms the entrance, while Maggall follows and breaks off by going to check the manga on sell. The OWA interviewer just watches.)

Man: This is a robbery homies! Sit your kung fu asses down before we bust some gats up on your asses!

Random Employee: Who is this we with you?

(Maggall is seen at the counter paying for a One Piece volume. The white man is confused and comes up to Maggall.)

Man: Uh dude, what are you doing? I tho—

Maggall {Yelling} : Ah, thief! I’ll save you all!

(Maggall picks the man up and throws him through the shop glass panel window!)

Maggall: Rejoice! I have magnanimously taken out this villain! Please hold your applause, it is all work in the name of the lordly holy phantom. I saw it twice for good measure, witness a blessing from thy holy phantom.

(Maggall looking at the camera): I always wanted to do that, I’m Suge Knight!

OWA Interviewer: Excuse me sir, I believe the legend is that Suge Knight hung Vanilla Ice from a balcony, not threw him through a window.

Maggall: Shut up! White boy hanging from a balcony or thrown through a window, same difference! I’m sure somewhere, someway, it’s happened anyways!

Shopkeeper: Uh, thank you for the save and all, but who is paying for all this damage?

Maggall {Lying} : Oh? This is all an OWA video, they’ll pay for the damages and your shop will be advertised on their network. Make the bill out to Sinclair Broadcasting headquarters, for Omega Wrestling Alliance.

OWA interview: Huh???

(Maggall leaves and gets in the man’s expansive car, starting to steal it. Before he completely leaves the man in pain, on broken glass, yells at Maggall.)

Man: What are you doing, I thought we were cool! That’s my parent’s car!

Maggall: Well I’m your daddy now! This is my car! Don’t test me, I run with Aria Jaxon! Y’all Cali bitches know how she terrorizes, you don’t want to catch no fade standing up to the Troupe! Same goes for Hunter Goodwin, all of Cali knows through her whose corner not to do any sketchy shit in without permission, all the Cali population belongs under the authority of one gang! One Troupe! The Phantoms.

(Maggall grunts at him, and then drives off as the scene goes to black.)

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) December 10th 2018, 5:18 am by GC-SAMA

Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages the planets have aligned. This is the equinox, the moment of truth. The arrival of Jake Copeland to the home of the omega is imminent and it becomes a fact on the next episode of Kingdom because what's a kingdom without a jester to entertain its monarch, right? When I was informed someone actually agreed to step foot inside the same ring as me it kind of took me by surprise. I mean, it's no secret these days no one wants to be anywhere near me. I'm like a rabid dog or the carrier of a deadly virus, a walking, talking disease. My enemies either run from me like spineless cowards or put a price on my head when they can't escape me, I am public enemy number one and that puts a smile on my face. However, I wasn't so surprised when I heard who my opponent is. As I said before every kingdom needs a jester to entertain its monarch and I have the duty of entertaining the queen of Kingdom herself, the matriarch of The Phantom Troupe, a face I happen to be somewhat familiar with: Aria Jaxon. I vow to do a hell of a job entertaining you, your grace!! SIKE, that's what you're probably hoping for: entertainment. I'm afraid entertainment is the last thing you're going to get, babygirl. When we're in the ring anyway. I didn't come here to "entertain" I came here to fight because newsflash, I am not a jester I AM A FIGHTER. A NATURAL BORN fighter. If there's one thing I have consistently done throughout all my years in professional wrestling is fight. Fight hate, fight oppression, fight overwhelming odds... Fight the system. I'm what everyone these days claims to be. I'm a real rebel. I was walking out of companies before it was cool and no, I am not a damn hipster. Not only that, I pulled down my Champion boxer briefs and I shit all over the system while I was under contract not once, but TWICE. I know it gets tiring hearing me bring it up, but I will do so as many times as I feel like it because I am PROUD of myself. That's who I am, Aria Jaxon, nice to finally meet you. You represent the system within Kingdom, right? You are the authority around these parts so it's only fitting that come Kingdom I FIGHT you. I've always been a big fan of yours I got to say. At one point a special wave of younger talent arrived in the business, some of them went on to become champions, legends, hall of famers: Aren Mstislav, Nasir Moore, Scott Oasis, Kenny Drake, JD Damon and of course Aria Jaxon. You were one of the favorites in the office and I could tell why the very first time I laid eyes on you. I would dare say out the new wave of young talent you were the most special, Aria. It's mind boggling how you never held a World Championship before SSW, but I guess you have to be kissing the right asses to get those kind of shots, huh? or lay in the right beds we know how it goes. Hell, maybe you did after I walked out. I wouldn't know because honestly, I barely remember 2017 and it is probably for the best, heh... I'm curious to see what you have to say about me. I don't particularly give a fuck what anyone has to say about me, but I am curious. Though I think I have an idea or two what you're going to say. Whenever I am involved in a war of words it's I tend to hear the same things from people, it gets a little boring. Tell me if I am right or wrong, you are either going to:

ONE: Bring up how many name changes I have had in the past, maybe how I dye my hair or get my ass in the GYM to rebuild myself to whatever image I have in my crazy head? Maybe you will use this as a way to insult me, you're going say I have about a hunnid personalities as if I'm the guy from Split or something along those lines, did I read your mind?

And this would be my answer: Since you brought them up, I will make sure every one of my "personalities" show up in the ring and I will make sure I kick your ass as each and every single one. I'll become Jon Lyons, the one man bane of LEGION, the man who terrorized the Alpha Wrestling League! The bloodthirsty psychopath, the blackest sheep of the herd. Then I'll turn to Lucian Black, the personification of retribution, the man who sought out to destroy every elite that tried to destroy him back in 2014. Some dude with the last name Vendetta popped up some time after that with kind of similar intentions, but don't let them fool you: Lucian Black personified vengeance before anyone else tried to. Sadly Lucian Black was nothing but another member of the roster so his vendetta couldn't really materialize... That's besides the point though. I could be that same man, when he was forced to change his ways and become a man of honor as corruption began to rise about a year later. I could be the man of honor, the one crowds asked for every week, the one the people loved with all their heart and wanted to see thrive... and I would still spear you in half. Then I'll turn into someone you never saw before! I mean, I think it's time to take the next step in my personal evolution, wouldn't you say? If I am James McAcoy in Split that means you'll never know who I am going to be in that ring. If you don't know your opponent tell me, how do you expect to beat him? Just when you think you figured out how to beat Lucian Black, he will turn to Jon Lyons. Unless you have at least 50% of your brain capacity unlocked you ain't going to stop me, hun. But you can try, I sure hope you do. I want a challenge, I NEED one. The closest thing to a challenge I had since I came back in January was a ladder match full of rookies, wrestlers way past their prime, drag queens and creatures out a Hot Topic store and that was like six months ago.

TWO: You'll talk about how I am a charity case, how I am a failure. Which can be debated if you actually look at the facts and ignore what the higher ups of the biz tell you!

MY ANSWER: I've been around for about a decade. If longevity isn't enough of a reason for you to see me as a deserving champion then the fact I busted my ass all those years and wasn't acknowledged until 2016 should be. Had I been pals with the right people things would have been different. Maybe I wouldn't even be considered a bust at all! Maybe I would have seven reigns under my belt, maybe I would have a Hall of Fame ring on every one of my fingers, maybe... I would be in the oh-so prestigious goat circle! But you know what? I never needed to be acknowledged, because I knew that with or without championship gold I WAS a champion. I certainly always had the heart of one. I never needed a Hall of Fame ring because I belonged in my own separate Hall of Fame. I never needed to be in a goat circle, the men and women IN the goat circle needed to be there. I sound like an egotistical asshole, but the truth is I have always known my worth as a talent. I'm just aware of it. The accolades, the fame, the reputation, your position in a wrestling promotion one way or another, they are all synonymous with validation. When you know who you are and what you can bring the table you DON'T need that validation. This is something I didn't get for so long. Something that didn't even cross my mind back when I was gunning for titles to get my name engraved on. I guess I didn't know who I was. It wasn't until I ran all out of damns to give that I knew. I have been a trailblazer from day one. I have been doing what I love on my OWN terms from the very start. I'm my own creation, NOBODY can take credit for the work of art that is Jake Copeland but Jake Copeland himself. That ate a lot of people up and still does. I have a whole lot of heart and a whole lot of soul, things pretty much everyone lacks and that makes me special. Not what I have or haven't done? My successes or failures don't define me what's inside of me does. Your grace: I am the definition of BIG DICK ENERGY, I am the LAST OF THE REAL, THE ALPHA AND OMEGA OF OWA, THE BEST IN THE WORLD... THE man, THE myth, THE fucking legend.

I'm honestly tired of thinking of the past, of wishing I could have battles as challenging as those I had once upon a time so Aria Jaxon, I beg you, I DARE you to replace those memories with new better ones. Actually, don't give me a battle give me a WAR. I deserve no less, you deserve no less, the fans deserve no less. And please keep The Phantom Troupe as far away from that ring as you can UNLESS you want them to really be phantoms. I'm not here to make friends, I came here to compete. I'm putting myself to the test once again, I am on a mission to surpass my limits or rather what I have been told are my limits. I'm not going anywhere until there is no question in the minds of every wrestling fan across the globe that I am the best to ever do it. So if I was you I wouldn't sleep on me... And I would stay woke.

~~Kill SSW~~

Kill OWA

(André Virgo sits alone In his study drinking Château to the sounds of Duke Ellington. His suit is made of the fine linens and glasses cover his three eyes.)

Such a disgustingly overpopulated city this is. A shame to relocate from the beautiful small hubs of culture and excellence in Japan to sensationalized LA mediocrity. Makes me almost wish I didn’t align with the faction responsible for SSW’s demize but I assure you, this is all temporary. Phantom Troupe is a cancer poisoning this federation as we speak. We are the horsemen of the apocalypse. We destroy our opposition because we not only demonstrate our dominance on every occasion. We are a picture of excellence. John Doe is our founder, the trailblazer who paved the way. Aria Jaxon is our present, the star that nobody can deny or outshine. Then there’s me, the future.

My championship is not treated as the most prestigious in the world, but it should be. Every Olympus heavyweight champion has been beaten by me. Now that SSW has fallen and OWA officials have chosen to recognize my SSW Jr. Heavyweight Championship, I guess I will now deem it the World Jr. Heavyweight Championship since SSW is no more. André Virgo, weighing in at 230 lbs is no Jr. heavyweight, so technically my once SSW Jr Heavyweight Championship has simply become the Heavyweight Championship of the World. Technicalities aside I continue to prove that there is no jewel crowned higher than mine. Not the Puroresu Heavyweight Championship that has faded from existence, not the Omega Heavyweight Championship that hasn’t been held by anyone I haven’t beaten, and certainly not the OWA Television Championship.

Christopher Sabertooth, congratulations. You are the cherry atop a mediocre sundae. The RV in the trailer park. While I wear a crown of precious and sought after minerals you wear a crown of dirt. You may have beaten me in the past when I was a part time performer making sure to never give these disgusting excuses for humanity the breath stealing performances I’ve given overseas. But, as a member of the Phantom Troupe I am sworn to display the dominance we have over the world.

You have been so obsessed with me for some time now. My biggest fanatic. Everywhere I turn there you are begging for my attention. Now you even have a replica title trying to show your flattery towards me with imitation. Let me tell you something though, I am incapable of being replicated. Your physical reality is nothing like my astral existence.

(The camera zooms in as Virgo removes his glasses to expose two of his eyes to the world.)

No matter how hard you try I will always be the Margiela to your Jordans. You might have clout and hype but it will never make up for your lack of class and elegance. So keep your Supreme status with sheep following you to hang on your every word, but deep down all of them wish they could see Chanel like me in the flesh.

On Olympus I will destroy you in spectacular fashion. Some executions have bystanders covering their eyes, turning away, horrified. But your execution will be tasteful, classy and applauded by breathless patrons. I will obliterate you with the grace of an assassin. When I’m done with you, your fall will be immortalized on broadway, composed in song, and documented through film. I’ll end you so beautifully it might even EGOT.

(A man approaches Mr. Virgo and whispers in his ear.)

I apologize, my attention is required elsewhere. So I will leave you all with this.

PHANTOM TROUPE Gan gGa ngG ang4rL I F e

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) December 9th 2018, 3:48 am by Sweet Roxy

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Explain to me how someone who hasn’t lifted a finger to help the progress and growth of the Goddess Division is getting a number one contenders match for the Women’s Championship! Explain to me how such a lazy and inconsistent piece of garbage, who I have defeated with NO QUESTION get to be in the same ring with me again after I drove her face on to the ground! I know that Odyssey has a rigged system where the people who actually have earned a million title shots are overlooked, and those who do the bare minimum effort get rewarded, but damn, you are makin’ it too obvious at this point! Aren’t you scared of what the critics might say? Don’t you feel any shame or guilt that you’re letting an incompetent moron like Savannah Sunshine take the main event stage that she never deserved, alongside Sweet Roxy who has given nothing less than a five-star performance in every match she competes in? Look at my best friend DiVa! She is outraged by this filthy no-good cheater! She feels embarrassed that a person like Savannah is even allowed to draw breath in our presence, let alone share the ring with us! On a normal day, I would say my life is slipping away and that I don’t have a chance, but I’m too used to… being the hero that Women’s Wrestling needs. That’s right. You heard it! I am the hero that you need, and I am the hero that you don’t deserve. Like that jackass in that one movie running around in his bat fetish outfit! This is why I am walking my own path as part of The Dollhouse. Say what you will about how we operate as a unit, but we are the light that shines through the filth and shit where the women of Odyssey swim in. This is why I don’t want your brand near my skin. It’s suffocating. It’s toxic. And this is where wrestling as an industry rots.

Do you realize what kind of environment you represent, scrap? You worked so hard cooking up a plan to ensure that I wasn’t going to have a Championship around my waist, you gave so much effort in making an impact with your return, protecting the Champion when you know yourself that she wouldn’t jump in front of a bullet for you, and for what? The “high” that you get when the crowd cheers your name? You have it easy for you! The management is willing to give you what you want, in just a few matches after your return! You were already counting possible opportunities that are sitting on a silver platter waiting for you. You had one job. You only had to defeat the person that you screwed over and YOU CAN’T EVEN DO THAT TO SAVE YOUR DAMN LIFE! You couldn’t look me in the eyes and tell me that you are about to take over the damn show that I’m already ruling with an iron fist. You couldn’t throw a punch that would actually hurt me enough to not want to hit you back. You were outmatched and outperformed by every slimy leech in this division before you stepped away, you thought that you just needed to take a break to refresh your image, but you returned, and not even a gummy bear baseball bat could help you escape from the loop. And it’s just damn tiring, isn’t it? To sleep at night hoping that tomorrow would be better, only to wake up in the morning realizing that nothing has changed. I know you’re not an intelligent person to know exactly what consequences await your reckless actions, but I know that you’re not that stupid to expect that things would still work the same in an evolving world, but the thing is… You refuse to move, and you refuse to learn, and that’s the reason why you still find yourself at the bottom of the food chain digging for your next meal instead of looking at the city skyline from a beautiful penthouse with The Dollhouse! You have no place in my World, scrap, you have already made that clear when you couldn’t outwrestle me. And you never will… Do you want to know why? Because I’m a perfect, flawless human being made for this world to make pawns out of clueless neanderthals like you. It’s playtime, scrap… and this is a new game DiVa and I call “Who pins Savannah first?”, and in this game, the pawn will serve her sole purpose of being beaten and bruised for a short while until she is no longer of any use. You are nothing but a blob of dirt that happened to get stuck under my boot. And little by little, with every match against me, I will scrape you off until you are back to being forgotten… Until you realize that there is nothing waiting for you in this Godforsaken brand… Until you see that everyone’s suffering watching a trainwreck like yourself before their very eyes.

No one wants you, scrap. No one is inspired by you. You could disappear in an instant and no one would know the difference. That’s how little you mean to this world.

You’re a dying animal, scrap. So die already.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) December 8th 2018, 3:08 pm by **DiVa**

I will win this by any means.

This is my destiny.

To become Women’s World Champion.

No matter what the cost… Even if I must go through my own friend…

JUST KIDDING, LOVES!

Hey, everyone, DiVa here!

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O-M-G, I can’t even begin to tell all of my adoring fans what an HONOR it is to be here! I’ve won so many prestigious Awards for all of my hard work in the music industry so far, and while this may not be a Grammy, it’s a little close! The Ominous Wrestling Allegiance has finally opened their eyes and let The Dollhouse enlighten them to the truth of this World! Our World! They’ve seen the light and recognize how amazing and cute we are, so much that they had no choice other than to give us a chance to challenge TyAnya Mercury for her cute piece of gold! It’s so adorable, and it would look AMAZING on my Christmas tree this year, but unfortunately I have enough cute trinkets laying around DiVa’s house as it is! So right now I would like to formally thank each and every single one of you from the bottom of my heart. Truly, it just means so much to me that the adoring fans of DiVa and The Dollhouse would clearly rally and protest to convince our General Manager, Violin, to admit to our talent and give us such a HUGE opportunity! It brings tears to DiVa’s eyes! The Dollhouse does this for all of our adoring fans who simply want to see change! The change that only WE can deliver! And after being ambushed and assaulted weeks ago, the good guys are finally back on track and coming close to getting payback, and I’m so, SO happy that you all get to see it live!

But… I’m so sorry, my loves… I cannot accept this. Because I have dedicated my life to being DiVa, and being DiVa means so much more than creating music that touches your hearts and makes you weep. It means so much more than creating melodies that will bring you a euphoric joy that could never be replicated. Being DiVa means being honest… It means being honorable… It means fighting for what you believe in, no matter who tries to tell you that you’re wrong! Right now, DiVa fights to show the World that Sweet Roxy is the rightful Women’s World Champion! I mean, just look at her! She’s like, the best! I couldn’t think of anyone more fit to be my bestie in this whole wide World, and that is because I believe in her, and you should too! Who am I kidding? You already do! That’s why you made certain she got a chance to have her deserved rematch for the Championship that was ripped away from her! Right now she’s busting her tush to take back everything she lost, and I’ll be there supporting her all the way through, even in this match! My amazing undefeated streak comes in second compared to all of this! This is what friends do! This is what The Dollhouse is all about! We don’t EVER fight, unless it’s with pillows, of course! My bestie Sweet Roxy has scratched and clawed to earn her way back to this match, and I would never even THINK of getting in her way.

And if DiVa could simply lay down and sacrifice her undefeated streak, she would. But unfortunately, for as much goodness and sweetness as The Dollhouse brings to you… There are forces in the World that aren’t so nice. Forces like the one joining us in this match. Sarah Sunrise ambushed us two weeks ago with a baseball bat that was covered in gummy bears. I don’t think all of you caught that, so let me say again that she AMBUSHED US WITH A BASEBALL BAT COVERED IN GUMMY BEARS! DiVa has seen more than enough cartoons to know only crazies assault others with such silly weapons! And this was no exception! DiVa and Aphrodite knew that TyAntha would try something devious, and we were able to hold her off… But only for so long. There’s so much evil in the World that sometimes it overwhelms you, loves. Sometimes it knocks you down and kicks you. Sometimes the heroes can’t overcome, and while Sahara Sundown was assaulting us with her candy-coated weapon, DiVa was powerless, and had to watch Sweet Roxy get cheated out of her rightful Championship…

But not this time, loves! Not anymore! It’s time for the good guys to get back up after they’ve been knocked down! Sarya Sunroom even cheated just to get into this match! How else do you explain her being in it after losing to our Sweet Roxy only two weeks ago? It makes no sense! She and TyOnion have cheated again to make sure The Dollhouse doesn’t prevail, but we’ll do everything in our power to make sure evil doesn’t prevail a second time! And with YOUR support, we can do it! We can make sure that Sweet Roxy sits back on her throne! With YOUR support, we can vanquish this evil and turn both Sonya and TyAllen into the fans they truly are, deep down! When it all comes down to it, they’re just fans of DiVa and The Dollhouse, and can’t handle their feelings! But that’s okay! Because we’ll guide you! We’ll rip away your pride! We’ll rip away your prized possession! We’ll take everything from you, and we’ll leave you with nothing! And then, and ONLY then, you can look in the mirror and recognize how wrong you were! You can join the rest of the audience and cheer us on while we ascend to perfection! And if you don’t… If you really ARE too bad to give up when The Dollhouse tells you to… Well, then we’ll just have to make sure you can’t do anything physically in a ring anymore! It doesn’t bring us any joy to hurt someone so bad. It makes DiVa’s heart sad… But if it means making Sweet Roxy the rightful Champion, and making The Dollhouse the bestest most amazing thing in this company, then you stop being humans! You don’t get to be fans, you don’t get to be people! You don’t get our mercy! You get to be a means to an end, love! So don’t be so mean and always doing the wrong thing… DiVa just wants to be your friend. The Dollhouse just wants you to see that our way is the only way! No in between. But no matter what happens - even if there’s nothing left of you because we had no other choice, don’t despair… DiVa still loves you!

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No....No..No...No! DAMN IT!

I WILL NOT CEASE FROM MENTAL FIGHT

NOR SHALL MY SWORD SLEEP IN MY HAND

Jeff X, you bastard. You busted my nose open and made me bleed. I don't care what issues you have with Nate Cage. You escaped by the skin of your teeth. This isn't over between us. I hope Cage puts you in the hospital so I can break in and snap every bone in your body...

kill him kill him kill him

dont get distracted imbecile the championship is more important

Yes..the Spartan Championship..Mr. Tressler finally did his job and made the match that should have been made weeks ago. Mr. Kurobane the time has come. The time has come for you to show if you're really made of the stuff you say you are. You say you're a fighting champion? Then prove it. You obviously saw my match with.....X....

kill him kill him

SHUT UP! You saw my match with X and you obviously saw me going for weapons. None of that will happen next week. This is you vs. me. Wrestler vs. wrestler. I could smash you over the head with a kendo stick. I could slam your neck into the steel steps. Hell, I could even take out a table, set it on fire and suplex you into it, but none of that...none of it will even come close to the savagery of these two hands. I could pin you. I could make you submit. I could simply defeat you and take your championship, but...where's the fun in that? So many moments, so many lifetimes have been leading up to this. I must savour it. I must take it all in. Every punch, every kick, every hold I need to keep inside me. It is going to be an absolute treasure becoming the new Spartan Champion, but it would mean nothing unless I destroy you. I want to raise that championship high in the air over your crippled, lifeless husk.

you're weak you can never beat him

I WILL! I WILL DEFEAT KUROBANE! You'll all see! Everyone will see. It seems like any time I have an opponent, they use my wealth as some sort of distraction instead of accepting my strengths. They use it as a way of deflecting their own insecurities onto me. There was a time where having more money than 95% of the companies' employees I worked for was something I liked to hold above people's heads, but that was my own distraction. Yes, I have a ton of money. Yes, I have more than a hundred people in my employ and yes,

I own businesses around the world. But what does any of that matter in a wrestling ring? Why is that what people focus on? People think because I am rich that I am weak, that I hide behind money because I couldn't possibly be strong enough to fight without it. Do you see me hiring other people to fight my matches? No. Win or lose, I fight in that ring and I change every man that steps before me. I guarantee whether I defeat them, or they defeat me, they shall never forget wrestling Reginald Dampshaw III...never forget...never forget...

Mr. Kurobane, I know you're different from all of those other people. I know you understand the situation you find yourself in. I know that you know that I am not a man to be trifled with. You know to take me seriously and throw away all of the trivial nonsense. Like I said, this is going to be a pure wrestling match. Two technical athletes sparring off like gladiators of old. You have many monikers, self proclaimed or otherwise. Two that intrigued me were "The Jack of All Trades" and "The Master of None". You consider yourself well versed in many combat arts, but not good enough to be considered a master at any of that. Now, I don't consider myself a master either, but I wouldn't slag myself off. I have studied in many, many arts of fighting.

1932, my great great grandfather's brother in law Barnaby was a soldier during the British rule of India. During a trip to Upper Burma, he saw some men sparring in the streets. He asked them what they were doing and they told him of Kalaripayattu, which is considered the first martial art, harkening all the way back to the 3rd century. He paid them to train him...then when he felt he had enough training, he turned them into the government, telling them that they were anti-colonial terrorists. After the independence in the late '40's, Barnaby went missing, never to be seen again...until he came to me one day years ago. I visited Myanmar, formerly Burma and paid to have the locals there teach me Kalair as well...and then when I felt I learned enough, I turned them in as anti-Indian terrorists.

Life is a circle.

1954, my great uncle Angus Dampshaw went to Israel and studied the art of Krav Maga. He was locked away in a prison after killing a man with it in the streets of Tel Aviv. He was tortured and killed in that prison. Every day I feel him and I feel the torture he suffered. I went to Israel to study Krav Maga like my uncle and vowed that one day I would return and seek revenge on the families of those people who did wrong by him.

I could go on and on and bore you to tears, Kurobane, but I won't. I just wanted you to really grasp what is to come for you. All my money, all my expensive suits...all of it, doesn't matter when the bell rings. All that matters is that you have something that I want...no. Something that I need. X is going to get his very soon. Very soon indeed, but that will be after I become Spartan Champion. I fully expect one hell of a fight next week, Kurobane. I fully expect to be taken to my very limits, but everyone is talking about what a great champion you've been and how dangerous you are in the ring, but not many seem to be talking about what I did to CASPIAN and how we still haven't seen or heard from him since. Not many are talking about how regardless of losing to Jeff X, I gave him a beating he won't soon forget and, as far as I'm concerned, put him at a huge disadvantage for whenever Mr. Cage does get his hands on him. No, not many are talking about that. Again, the only focus is on me being a pompous aristocrat. The souls of my ancestors will be with me next week. You may be able to defeat Reginald Dampshaw the man, but you will never be able to defeat us all. Remember that, Kurobane.

WE SHALL GO ON TO THE END

WE SHALL FIGHT ON THE BEACHES

WE WILL NEVER SURRENDER

Ride The Lightning….

[After the events of the last episode of Odyssey, Diantha confined herself to one of the deepest, darkest corners of the Wolvesden compound. The punishment for her failure was one that she made at her own request: electroshock “therapy”. Behind a closely guarded door zaps of electrical discharge could be heard, piercing screams from the Forgotten Senshi eventually turning to fits of maniacal laughter. On and on the torture continued until Diantha had her “breakthrough”, as she referred to it.]

Sometime In the past few days….

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(Diantha walked quietly into the room set aside for her to make her statement to the world before her next match. The room made of brick with a black-painted floor has only one piece of furniture: a yellow-painted wooden chair, the infamous “Yellow Mama” electric chair. Diantha, not dressed in her usual ring attire or casual clothing, instead has chosen a yellow dress that matches the chair. Her eyes are a bloodshot red, a clear indication that she has not slept.)

For the past few weeks, I have been floundering a bit. The Wolvesden itself has been floundering. Part of that is the departure of Natalie, but most of it is that we have not been able to hold up our own weight, especially those of us on Odyssey. I have vowed to change that. For days, I spent the time being tortured, at my own request, to find a solution to this. Don’t you all understand? Azumi still has that ring because I failed. TyAnna still has her championship because I failed. The Dollhouse has contaminated the roster with their filth because I failed to spot an ambush. I know it won’t be long until the tendrils of the Phantom Troupe reach us as well, so I know I have to find a way to do what is right. I have to find a way to get stronger, get even more vicious and dangerous.

How?

Electroshock therapy. Lots of it. Sure, it’s not ethical, but if it’s done to you at your own request, ethics aren’t much of an argument to have, are they? After one particularly pleasurable jolt, I remembered something. Something my family talked about a long time ago when I was very young: the Yellow Mama.

(Diantha circles the chair for a moment, almost lovingly tracing a finger over one of the arms.)

In this very chair, dozens and dozens of people suffered the penalty of death for their sins. What were they thinking, poor fools, strapped to this thing, waiting for their last words, that last breath before the voltage began coursing through the electrode and through their skull? Most of them probably had quick, simple enough deaths….but there were a few who suffered quite mightily. Accidents happen, right? So, I’m pretty sure that you are all wondering what in the hell is she getting at? Why does an instrument of death appear to be the light at the moment? Unlike most of you, my life revolves around my craft and my family. I take inspiration from everything and everywhere around me...it just happened that a few jolts of electricity managed to jog my memory of hearing about this horrifying device. I just want you all to know that I am developing something in my training that will make you all suffer. Every last woman who stands in my way will wish they were sitting down in this very chair, preparing for the end, begging to be allowed to draw their last breath.

(Diantha slinks into the chair, crossing her legs and letting them dangle over one of the arms, a small smirk on her lips.)

I know that my match is against TyAnna and Savannah. Both of them speak in gibberish I don’t care to understand. Savannah is so concerned about being the good friend that she doesn’t bother to stare her own potential in the face. She is nothing more than an even more disgusting, less efficient, bigger pushover than I was before I joined the Wolves. If she wasn’t so intent on joining onto TyAnna’s hip, perhaps attempts could be made to reach her as I was reached. Oh Well. TyAnna, you already know how I feel about you. You know how close I have come to knocking you off of your high perch. And you know that I want nothing more than to make you suffer. Not because you did anything personally to me, but I just don’t like what you represent. You carry yourself about our locker room as if you were Hera herself. You’re not a goddess, and you’re certainly not a guardian. You are just a woman. You can be beaten, and you can bleed, just like the rest of us. And Roni and I will show you just how weak and feeble you truly are.

This match isn’t about victory or defeat to me. I’ve lost so much in my life that minor wins like this mean very little. The goal of the contest is not for us to achieve a mere victory. It’s to inflict suffering on our enemies, to serve as a warning to the invaders that they are infringing upon wolf territory….

And as for that stray that left the pack, I know that one day you will come, Natalie. I’m expecting it. Once you do….

You will ride the lighting. Just like all the rest.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) December 2nd 2018, 3:24 pm by **DiVa**

The moon is out…

The darkness of the night consumes everything…

Double, double toil and trouble!

Fire burn, and cauldron BUBBLE!

Oh wait… It’s not Halloween!

IT’S CHRISTMAS TIME! A TIME OF JOY! A TIME OF GOOD WILL TOWARDS MEN! A TIME FOR HAPPINESS!

Hey, everyone, DiVa here!

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The streak continues, loves! DiVa is now undefeated in the Omari Wrestling Allegiance! My little heart was racing SO fast! I was SO nervous only one week ago when I had to take on such a tough opponent in Dianna Michael! And if you’re watching this, Donna, I just want you to know that you gave DiVa the fight of her life. Truly. You are so, so special to me, just like all the rest of my fans. I hope that in the future, you can take this humiliating, embarrassing defeat and learn from it! I know you can do it! I believe in you! Just as much as you and all my others fans believe in DiVa! Just like you all believe in The Dollhouse! It was such an exciting night! One that I will NEVER EVER forget, and I’m so happy that I had all of you there to make it so much more special. It was a huge obstacle to overcome, but I told you all the truth last week, and DiVa is an Idol of her word! The Dollhouse made a splash! We banded together and overcame adversity, no matter what the odds! That mean old TyAntha Mars tried to bully us and keep us down, but with all of your support keeping us going, we were able to succeed and win the day! Yay us!

But don’t worry, loves, the journey doesn’t stop there! This is only just the beginning of it all… And if my little heart was pounding away last week, you can only imagine how close it is to just popping out of my chest at this new, exciting challenge! Last week was such a tough match, and it exhausted me SO much, but this week… THIS week… Oh my gosh… I can’t even put it into words. I don’t get to play with just some boring normal wrestler! DiVa needs more excitement in her life! Instead, I get to face off with a real life WITCH! OMG! OMG! I’m practically shaking with excitement right now, you have NO idea! And I know what everyone is gonna tell me. I know, I know… I get it, it’s hard to suspend your disbelief. It’s hard to believe in things that are just so silly when you actually stop to think about them. But listen to me, loves… Every single week, you all rally together all your spirit and love, and you believe in DiVa, and you believe in The Dollhouse. But you cannot be so close-minded. In fact, it’s time for DiVa to give you a very, very serious statement. One that I mean from the bottom of my precious heart.

It’s Christmas time, and I know that while there’s so much love and happiness during this season, that there’s…. Just so much negativity too. So much refusal to just BELIEVE. When we were all little boys and girls, we believed in a man named Santa Claus. We KNEW he existed, and that he would be there every single year to deliver presents under our Christmas trees, and make all of our being good worth it. But as we grow up… We start to lose faith. We stop believing in him, and he becomes just a memory from our childhood. Our joy dwindles, and our happiness isn’t as strong as it should be, and that’s all because we just stopped believing in Santa. And right now, in front of the entire World and my millions of fans, I’m asking you… Can you believe? Can you believe again for the first time since you were just a child? Not in DiVa or The Dollhouse - I know you will ALWAYS believe in us, but in such an important season, can’t you believe that there is a chubby bearded man in a red suit delivering presents to the children of the World? Can’t you please just believe… That witches actually exist? Can you? Can you just dig down deep inside yourself and find that child. The child within you that believes in extremely silly things like witches?

I want all of my fans to rally together and BELIEVE in Amy Ferret. This beautiful young lady has spent her entire life genuinely believing that witchcraft is a thing. Most people would be negative and remind her of the grim reality that she’s wasted her existence believing in all of this. Most people would shun her and spit on her beliefs, no matter how insanely ridiculous they may be. This is a season of believing, loves, and I want you to give Amethis a Christmas present unlike any other… I want you to entertain her crazy notions of witches being a thing, and that she herself is a witch. I want you to make her believe that living in Salem means that she’s special in the slightest. Because when all of her beliefs eventually fail her and leave her a broken little girl, she’s gonna look back on what you all did for her and feel solace. When she’s slowly dying of hypothermia in the streets when pretending to be a witch isn’t enough to make her a good wrestler or even notable in the slightest and it leaves her without a job or friends to speak of… In her final moments, she’s gonna console herself with this present you’ve gifted to her. That’s all I could possibly ask for from my adoring fans during this Christmas season. Don’t go help the homeless. Don’t pander to less fortunate children. Instead, I want all of my fans and all of The Dollhouse fans to come together to give to the needy, and there is only one person in need right now. That’s our dear, sweet, Amari Festus.

And while you grant her the gift of believing in her hilariously pointless ways, DiVa is gonna give her a gift too! The give of humility! The gift of strength, after rebounding from defeat! DiVa is going to wrap this special just for her and hand-deliver it to her on Odyssey, WITH LOVE! Oh my gosh, I can’t wait to see her face! I hope she likes it! DiVa will set it up perfectly for all of you to give her YOUR gift too! Because when Amelia loses and she feels the pressure of the defeat slowly crushing her into a spiraling depression, you know what I want her to hear? I want her to hear ALL OF YOU! All of you cheering her on! All of you telling her that it’s okay to lose! All of you comforting her and supporting the delusion that she’s a witch! All you need to do is suspend your disbelief that someone like this could ever amount to anything! Buy her all the DiVa and Dollhouse merchandise you can get your hands on and give her something to truly believe in! So that when her faith in witchcraft dwindles and she feels empty inside, at least she’ll have DiVa’s face on a shirt and the latest DiVa album to make things feel okay again, if only for a little bit! Alcohol and drugs are no good! Let DiVa become your addiction, and things won’t seem so bad! I promise, love! I’ll accept you with open arms, just like DiVa does with all of her fans, no matter who they are! Everyone has good in them, and this Christmas season is the most important time to make that clear!

So just believe, everyone. Go back to the childhood we’ve all left behind and believe in Amanda Forest just like you believed in Santa, once upon a time. Believe in her just like Santa, but make sure to also believe in DiVa just like you also believe in Jesus Christ! For one month of the entire year, you can believe in her just like you believe in Santa, no matter what the truth is. Just make sure you only truly believe in and worship DiVa when you’re through with that! Except it’s even better! It’s REAL! DiVa is as real as it gets! On Odyssey, you’ll all find out that seeing IS believing! DiVa is here to stay, and she’s going to bring endless joy and happiness to your life all herself! Witchcraft may not be real! Santa may not be real! God may not even be real! But DiVa…

DIVA IS REAL, LOVES!

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Insurance

(TyAnna Jupiter and Tomazeya are walking along Navy Pier. Tomazeya moves slowly and TyAnna needs to help him to a bench where he can sit down and rest.)

TyAnna: What’s been with you recently? You seem like you’re getting weaker.

Tomazeya: Well, having to help pull you out of tight spots certainly hasn’t been helping the whole “cripple” thing.

TyAnna: I’m sorry. I’ll have to keep training harder so you don’t have to-

Tomazeya: No, it’s not your fault. People play dirty. So naturally insurance is necessary no matter how good you are. However, you’ve still got a long way to go.

TyAnna: What do you mean? I’m the Women’s Champion of the World, I’m the unpinned and un-submitted face of Odyssey. I think I’m doing pretty well for myself.

Tomazeya: There’s a lot more out there for you TyAnna, and right now the challenges are growing to test how great you truly are. So you have to be willing to stand tall and face those challenges no matter how overwhelming they may seem.

TyAnna: Well at least this week Savannah Sunshine is in my corner so maybe you can take it easy.

Tomazeya: I wouldn’t count on it. You’re facing members of the Wolvesden this week, but the Wolvesden is only your enemy for this week. Look at the bigger picture. The Dollhouse is rising and has a Vendetta for you. As if that title wasn’t enough of a target on your back, but now the woman you’ve reigned at the expense of has a superpower set to rise through the ranks and do everything they can to tear you down.

TyAnna: They won’t.

Tomazeya: TyAnna, you need to take this seriously.

TyAnna: Look, I have nothing but respect for you and I will always go by your advice but I think you’re being paranoid. You need to have a little more faith in me. Right now I just need to focus on the Wolvesden. I’ve beaten Diantha before but Roni De Vil is a wild card that I don’t know what to expect from.

Tomazeya: What makes Roni any different from anyone you’ve beaten in the past?

TyAnna: Well nobody has been able to beat me but I haven’t beaten everyone. I may be the World Champion of Odyssey but Odyssey is a young brand and constantly growing. I’m sure Roxy never thought someone like me would come along and be able to beat her but here I am. So who’s to say a new face can’t come along and do the same to me? I can’t underestimate anyone. There are enemies in every direction I look. Azumi Goto can cash in Queen of the Ring at any time, the Doll House is lurking on the horizon, and Wolvesden seems to always be right there ready to fight me. Even if nobody can stand to me on their own and beat me it’s a scary possibility that I could be overwhelmed.

Tomazeya: All the more reason to find allies. As strong and immovable as you may be there’s no harm in finding comradery in people like Savannah or whoever else you can befriend.

TyAnna: Isn’t that kinda ugly? If I’m trying to get on good sides so there are people there to help me when I need them wouldn’t I just be using them

Tomazeya: TyAnna, if you want to stay at the top you have to be willing to do whatever it takes. That includes getting dirty when you need to get dirty. It includes manipulating the world around you so it’s best suited to your personal success. Are you talented? Undeniably. Do you work hard? You’ve proven so everyday you’ve been under contract with OWA. But success is expensive, and eventually talent and hard work won’t be enough. You’re going to need to do some things to set yourself up for success. Things you won’t be proud of, but in exchange you’ll have a legacy. Your name will echo through the halls of history and you will have achieved immortality. But get there you can’t hesitate to do whatever it takes. You want to succeed, don’t you?

TyAnna: Well, yes. But-

Tomazeya: Then I think you understand what needs to be done. This scenery is boring me.

(Tomazeya pushes himself up with his cane and TyAnna swiftly moves in to help him up to his feet safely.)

Tomazeya: Let’s go elsewhere.

(Tomazeya walks away and the shot shows TyAnna’s unsure expression.)

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KNOCK, KNOCK. . . LET THE DEVIL IN!

So, last week didn't exactly go as planned. I was so close to winning on my big return match and all of that changed at the simple snap of a finger. I was this close to doing the right thing, this close to making everyone proud of me all over again. . . But, I failed everyone. I failed Tyanna. I failed the fans. I did everything the right way. . . The fair way. But, even that wasn't enough. All I wanted to do was make my comeback something memorable, something important, something where I would be able to showcase my talents. Something where I would be able to showcase that I had been training non-stop to ensure I could handle this kind of task. But, they worked like a pack of wolves.

They worked like a group of hyenas. Cackling laughs and gnashing razor sharp teeth. Dark eyes and vicious words and even more vicious hits. It wasn't just one of them, no. No, that wouldn't have been the proper and cordial thing for them to do. That wouldn't have been how they wanted to work. They knew exactly what they wanted to do, all three of them wanted to ensure that I would be embarrassed. They wanted to ensure that I was left down and out at the end of it all. . . But, they failed. They failed to realize that it takes more than a couple of clowns to take out someone with the biggest fighting spirit around. They failed to realize it takes a lot more to take down someone with nothing to lose anymore. They failed to do the one thing they wanted to do: Break me.

But, this week is a little different. I say a little because Tyanna was by my side before and during and even after my match last week and I couldn't have asked for a better friend. She dropped everything just to come out to try to even the odds, she did the very best that she could. Even if in the end, I failed to do the right thing and make her proud. She stood there with me in my loss and she comforted me, even in her anger. I was angry, I was humiliated, I was down but I was not out. They didn't take everything from me, but they can walk away knowing they got a W over me and that seems to be suffice enough for those mean women. But, this week. . . This week Tyanna and I will form a stronger bond. Bonds that I never thought I would find again. This week, we will be working together as allies and with Tyanna by my side?

I know that we can do the job and get the job done. She works hard to ensure she keeps her title, to ensure that everyone knows how badly she has that fighting spirit, to ensure that everyone knows why she was crowned the champion in the first place and I admire her more than I've ever admired anyone. Including. . . Well. . . You know, I won't say her name because she might watch this and. . . Yeah. But, anyway. . . The point is that together? Together, Tyanna and I have an understanding. Together, we know that we can handle any situation thrown our way. As much as we battle enemies on the battlefield separately. But, that's different now. Together, we are standing side by side in this battle we face as common allies this time around. Even if it isn't against the opponents I wish we were facing.

This time around, we stand together as common teammates. We face off against two very deadly women who are admittedly just as deadly inside the ring as they are outside of the ring. But, I refuse to show an ounce of being intimidated in the slightest. I refuse to let anyone believe that I am some. . . weak thing. I am stronger than even I know and I will look this challenge in the face as I have every challenge before. I will go into this with a clear mind and do what I have to do to ensure that Tyanna and I are walking out with our hands raised. I cannot let her down again, no. No, I will not let her down again. She believes in me and that's more than enough assurance that I need to work my way back towards the top around here. Right now, I'm like. . . here. Tyanna is like. . . All the way up here because not only is she the biggest champion around this place. But, she's earned her spot at the top by fighting and fighting strong every chance she can.

She looks all challenges in the face and faces them head on with a clear mind and a brave face. That's more than enough to admire someone. Our opponents are two members of the deadliest group around, two members who can smell fear like blood in water. Two opponents who fear nothing and look to ensure that their opponents stay down. . . for good. But, we're not going to let that get in the way. No, we're going to go into this challenge the same way we go into any other challenge. With our heads held high and our hearts full of fire and courage as we prepare to go into a new war together. Together, we will ensure that we walk out the same way we walk in. . . Our heads held high and our hands raised as our opponents lay in the wake of their loss to consider their next options. That's not arrogance, no. I am the last person that should be arrogant in anyway whatsoever. That is just simply confidence, which I have by the bundle even if I have to admit that I'm a little nervous.

But, I won't let them see that. I will put on my bravest face and do what I have to do to make Tyanna proud. I will not let her down. I cannot let her down. This is my chance at redemption, just like last week was. But, this week will be completely different. This week will be different than last week because working with someone as strong as Tyanna will ensure that we work in tandem together. Together, we are one of the toughest fighters around. Even separately, we work hard to keep that fighting spirit and we will do just that in this match up we're faced with. The fire and frustrations inside of us from last weeks actions and the continued actions of The Dollhouse will only further fuel us. But, we won't be thinking about them in this situation, no. Going into a battle with such high animosity will only be our downfall. So, we will simply think of a game plan and set that forward into motion to be sure we are prepared for our upcoming battle. At the end of it all, we will stand tall with our hands raised and our hearts full of fire as we walk out victorious together in the wake of this battle. That is just the plain and simple truth. We will see you two soon, Roni and Diantha. I wish you two nothing but the very best of luck because you to will certainly need it.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) December 1st 2018, 10:33 pm by **Stark**

André Virgo wrote:: Curtain Call was lit, what did ya'll think?

pretty good homie my pp hurts from all the NUT i busted :Whewhehwhewhew"

Curtain Call was lit, what did ya'll think?

I did what I was meant to do at Odyssey X.

I retained the Goddesses Championship.

Reflecting on the match, I can say that Natalie Cage gave me a wonderful fight. She showed a ton of guts and determination. I know that she will be a future champion in OWA, but Odyssey X was not the time for her. It was my time. It was always supposed to be my time. In my mind, there was doubts over how this first title defense was going to go. I know, I shouldn’t have, but I was prepared for heartbreak because I knew the woman I would be entering the ring with. I know, it’s not “champion-like” of me to focus on the possibility of losing this championship. Despite the result I was going to be met with, I went out there and performed to the best of my abilities. The first successful title defense gave me a bit of confidence and placed me in the right direction. I’m not going to go out there to the fans with a stick up my ass. I’m never going to be the woman, who claims to be above the Division. That is never going to be me. To people, I am not going to be the ideal champion they desire, but I am going to strive to be the best champion that the fans and OWA deserves. I lack in the confidence department. I tend to overthink things and I get discouraged when things don’t go my way. At some point in their career, who hasn’t felt these feelings? Who hasn’t went through a situation where they believed if all of this was worth it? Now, I believed it was a good decision to stay. Not only because of this championship on my shoulder, but because with the launch of Odyssey, it has become the one thing that has made me shine. I now have the perfect platform to show the world what I am capable off. Civil War was the perfect environment for me to prove that I can fight like a champion. Odyssey X was the perfect platform to prove that I can be a champion and moving on to my next title defense, I will prove that I belong to be a champion. I mean, it has been something that I’ve done ever since winning the title, but Kiara Robertson is going to learn that with all of these flaws in me, I can go out there and give it the best match of my life and prevail.

On this episode of Odyssey, I am facing a fellow newcomer by the name of Rochelle. I am going to be forward -- I have no idea, who she is. I know, that she’s recently became part of the roster, but I am not quite familiar with her work. It seemed like she got an impressive victory over Natasha Night at Odyssey X. She is now a contender to fight Azumi Goto to become the Queen of the Ring and for someone who has been here for only a short period of time, that’s amazing. Good for her. I wish her well in OWA. However, Azumi is an amazing talent! She has grown to be her own over the past year, but I believe I can be some competition for Rochelle. I’m the Goddesses Champion. It is my mission to go to each opponent and make them give me a great fight. If Rochelle thought that she was giving it her all to Natasha Night, then it’s not going to be enough to go up against me. If she thinks that she is going to give it her all to Azumi, then, she is going need to give more when going against me. In a way, I admire Rochelle. She is all about putting out the energy you want back. I’m not going to be like some opponents she has been in the ring with and insult her in order to intensify the match. That’s never been me. At least, that’s not me right now, but I am competitive. I am competitive as hell and I can tell that Rochelle needs someone that drives her to be as competitive as I will be to her. One thing that you stated in your “All About Me” section on the OWA site was that she’s no push over. I’m glad she’s not a pushover because I have gotten those same assumptions during my time here. There was people who tried to push me into doubting myself, but I tried not to let that phase me whatsoever. I’m not going to take her as a pushover. It seems like when people begin to question her and who she is as a human being, she is going to take some offense when it comes to that. As of right now, Rochelle hasn’t do anything ill mannered to me and I hope that it remains that way. I’m going to this match knowing that Kiara Robertson is watching and she needs to be prepared for one of her toughest challengers to date. As for you, Rochelle, you will need to prove to Azumi that you can be serious competition for her. It should be interesting to see who stands tall, but I think that will be me.

Prestige and Watching Decay

Ah, Layne. I've kept my eye on you.

(We open to Scott, this time sitting atop a black silk one seat sofa, within the confines of what we're assuming is an office in downtown Philadelphia. Well - that's *not* entirely true. The office part is, as it's an office that Scott bought last month, in order to expand the 'Adams Enterprise' holdings in America, but that isn't the main purpose of this building. No.

This is also constructed in a manner not too dissimilar to a movie or Television studio, as it will be playing host to various broadcasts and projects that Scott has in the works. Just what those projects entail, we're not entirely privy to at this very moment. Either way, Scott smirks, as he is attired in a Forrest green/snow white t-shirt, midnight black/azure blue basketball shorts and charcoal/denim blue Nike athletic sneakers.)

I mean, you are the one who currently holds the Spartan's championship. A title, that *I* brought into relevance. A title that has, and you can deny this all you want - even though deep down: you *know* this is the truth, has been left on the backburner ever since I 'lost' it. Ever since that belt stopped being around my waist.

(Pictures flickering across the screen, we see various postings on social media about how the Spartan's championship has become nothing more than an afterthought. Alongside those, are images of postings that were made during Scotty's reign as champion, when people were remarking that the Spartan's belt was on the, if not on a greater, level of prestige as the world championship.)

Heck, it's even gotten to the point where you have to beg for people to face you for the belt. To try and validate yourself as being worthy of the prestige. The honour that the belt holds. Sure, you can claim you're doing the same thing I did with the 'open challenge' yet our situations couldn't have been any more different.

Whilst I did it in order to see who truly wanted the belt. To see which of the names that claimed they wanted a piece of me - those, who had actual passion to back up their little threats. Their claims that I "stole" the belt from them at Hardcore Havoc; names stepped up. Names came to me and clamoured for a piece of the prize. With you, however, it's a cry for attention. A plea, for somebody. Anybody, to notice you and at least pretend to hold a desire to beat you. That's how irrelevant you and by extension, that title is right now.

(Sighing, Scott feels a slight tugging at his heartstrings at the plight the championship has gone through. The fact that it has been dragged through the mud ever since he decided to let it breathe. To let it sink or swim, yet at the same time: it proves his point. A point that he has made multiple times throughout his career. He *is* and has always been the person to lift the prestige of wherever he is.)

Honestly, it's saddening to see. It's like when someone paints a portrait and hangs it up in an art museum. There for the world to see in all of its glory. All of its beauty as the masterclass that it was eternally designed to be - only for the next person to graffiti over to; remove all value it once held. Make it look like nothing more than dirt. And this is supposed to be my 'saving grace', is that right?

(Raising his eyebrow curiously, Scotty can't help but smile at those words ringing through his mind. He had taken the time to listen to Layne speak. Those words standing out the most with him.)

You see, you *might* actually have a point there, Layne. The problem is: it's not me who needs this 'saving grace'. This moment to reflect upon the square one you claim I need to return to. It's the championship, and by extension, you who needs the saving grace. That, of course, being me. See, that belt is crying out for someone to make it whole again. Somebody to restore it to the peak. The apex of the mountain and who better to offer that opportunity to you, than the person who made that belt. The *only* person who has understood that the man makes the belt. That the belt doesn't, or shouldn't at least, make the man. That is where you and Monolith failed.

(His eyes burning with focus, he remembers Layne's words about 'expectations' and how they pertained to him. Softly laughing under his breath, he can't help but think how ironic that is.)

Layne, you wanna talk about expectations and how I supposedly crumbled under them - I'd advise you to look in the mirror first. Sure, I don't have the world championship. Sure, I technically 'failed' against Finn - I've already admitted this. It's not news to me, but let me ask you this. Have you seriously lived up to the expectations of that belt? Can you seriously say you've carved a legacy out for that belt? Be honest with yourself here, because I think we both know the answer to that.

(Scott shakes his head.)

You haven't.

(Scott slightly closes his eyes, leaning forward before he re-opens them, glaring deep into the camera as he states these next words.)

You want my all, Layne? You want everything I have? You'll get that. Trust me, I'm not going to half-ass it. I'm not gonna simply go through the motions. That's not me. But when you confuse intelligence for cowardice, that shows me all I need to know about you. About your nativity. Your lack of awareness of what this business *truly* entails. Because you'll learn soon enough: Nice guys finish last. As for ending your career? You asked for that the moment you stated you wanted my all. Because I will not relent until you are dead. Until you are left with no hope. No dreams. Nothing but the darkness from whence you came. This isn't personal. You're just in my way - and as such: must be the next domino to fall.

(With that, Scott slowly turns the camera off.)

You might not be dead yet, but you'll wish you were once I'm through with you. Believe me on that.

(Fade)

Judgement day has arrived, Kenny.

Six months. Six, whole long months has been building to this point. Six months of you stalling for time, dodging me at every turn, sending goons my way and doing everything you could to avoid dealing with me one on one….all the while making my life a living hell. I don’t even need to remind you of the bullshit you’ve put me through in this journey of mine to get revenge. What started as me simply wanting to enjoy my last few years as a grizzled vet in the business, perhaps getting some tag team gold along the way, turned into a personal affair. I know everyone’s sick of hearing about it by now, especially you Kenny, but it is hard to not dwell on the past when I can’t move on without addressing it. You have taken me from a man who was about his business, who was about his brand, to a man obsessed. Obsessed with revenge. Obsessed with the backstage drama. Obsessed with long sleepless nights of plotting. Obsessed with having no distractions to get in my way. Obsessed with knowing everything about the Wolvesden so that I can be one step ahead. You have made me obsessed with defeating you and it’s all because of your actions! You took away the man I was mentoring, the person who would have been the ace in my brand, who had all the potential in the world! He could have been a hand picked successor to take up my mantle when I leave this business but you took that away along with his ability of every being in a wrestling ring again. You didn’t only just hurt my camp, you took away a dream from a promising talent, you took food off that man’s table and you put his blood on my hands! You then turn around and you do the same thing to my partner Carlos Rosso! You cheated us out the tag team titles, injured him, and sent him to Olympus so he could go off the deep end more than he already had! He’s gone cold on me, I haven’t even reached the man in months -- and don’t even get me started on Jasmine, she won’t even be seen in the OWA Arena with me these days. The bond between the one person I trust entirely is broken and I can’t fix it because all I can think about is getting to the end of this nightmare of a rivalry.

You ruined us. You ruined me. You ruin everything that you get near. But no more. I will find a light at the end of this god forsaken tunnel. I will make sure that all of the trials and tribulations will be worth it. I will avenge Michael Bishop. I will make it up to Carlos Rosso. I will get Jasmine back by my side and my advocate Sebastian will come around soon enough. The fairy tail ending style ride into the sunset will be coming my way this week on Kingdom and behind me will be your mangled body Kenny. This is not me hoping, this is me STATING what will happen. It will be my night. You won’t deprive me of my redemption like you did at the Heavens Den. There won’t be any soldiers by your side to help you feel like a big man and send me to the hospital! I beat Nate Cage. I retired JD Damon. I’ve slaughtered I don’t know how many soldiers at this point. All that remains is you and I...in the concrete jungle. No canvas. No mats. No turnbuckles. Nothing but exposed concrete for me to stop your skull into oblivion on. This is it Kenny. The end of the line! My obsession will be validated come Kingdom and I can finally move on to bigger and better things. After tomorrow I will be free.

Huh...."free". I can’t even believe it.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) November 27th 2018, 9:42 pm by **Jeff X**

The scene opens up somewhere deep in the woods, right around dawn. You can hear nothing but the sounds of crickets and birds chirping among the wilderness as the sun barely peeks out above the trees. Suddenly amidst the sounds of nature, we hear the unmistakable sound of a can being opened and the camera turns to face a deer stand that’s been erected on the edge of the trees, looking out over a large field filled with knee high grass. The camera makes its way closer to the stand and we can see that OWA Alpha, Jeff X, is posted up inside of it, gazing out at the field intently. The cameraman makes his way up the ladder and joins Jeff inside the stand. We can see that he’s dressed in all camouflage...from his familiar Realtree hat, to his Carhartt jacket, all the way down to pants. Jeff never turns to look at the camera. Instead he remains sitting atop a blue cooler, holding onto a black .270 Winchester rifle that’s barrel is leaned against the window of the deer stand. He holds a can of Bud Light in his other hand and, judging on the various empty cans scattered around the floor of the stand, it’s clearly not his first one of the day. Jeff’s waits intently on a deer...or maybe Nate Cage?...to walk out into the field, but as the camera looks out the window, there’s no life anywhere to seen.

“Suspended.”

Jeff laughs to himself softly as he brings the can to his lips and takes a long swig from it.

“Apparently that’s when happens when you right some wrongs around Kingdom. Sure...maybe what I did to Nate Cage in the parking lot of the OWA arena last week wasn’t the most diplomatic approach that I could have taken to settling my differences with him, but something had to be done after he decided to attack me from behind just when I, myself, was about to challenge Layne Kurobane for the Spartan’s Championship, costing me my opportunity to do so, as well as my matchup against Scotty Adams later that night. But was Cage forced to leave the arena? Did he face any sort of disciplinary action from Vernon Tressler or the OWA? No, of course not. But a week later when I even the score, now all of a sudden it’s frowned upon to attack someone during Kingdom. So Tressler decided to take action and suspend me for the remainder of the night, forcing me to leave the arena. No matter. I wasn’t booked in a match. I succeeded in doing exactly what I had planned on doing when I showed up to Philadelphia...and that was leaving Nate Cage in a puddle of his own fucking blood.”

Jeff pulls a pack of Marlboro Reds from the pocket of his jacket and lights one up.

“This week however, I have bigger plans than just dealing with Nate Cage as I make my return back to the OWA arena. Because this week I am, in fact, booked. I’m slated to go one on one with Reginald Dempshaw. Now, Dempshaw, I know that this isn’t the match that you’re looking for. You’d much rather be facing Layne for the title. You’ve made that abundantly clear over the last few weeks. And that’s fine. Hell, this isn’t the match I wanted either. I’d much rather be challenging Layne myself. Just like I intended to do two weeks ago. You know, before Nate decided to insert himself into my business. And in doing so, paved the way for you to be the one to lay down the challenge to Layne. You really should send him a ‘Thank You’ card or something, Reggie.”

Jeff leans forward, grabbing his rifle, as he sees a deer emerge from the woods, but after realizing that it’s nothing more than a small doe, he rests his gun back against the window and leans back again.

“Or better yet, I’d rather have Nate Cage, one on one again. That’s the matchup I truly desire. I don’t care about the place, the time, or the stipulation. I want to get my hands on Nate Cage and rip him limb from limb, much like my old War Games partner, Scott Oasis, will be doing to Nate's Wolvesden brother, Kenny Drake this week.”

Jeff takes a hit from his cigarette and another drink from the Bud Light before continuing.

“But, sadly, we don't find ourselves in any of those situations, do we Dempshaw? No, instead we find ourselves stepping into the ring against one another. I’ve been keeping an eye on you kid. I won’t lie, you’ve been impressive thus far. Won a few matches. Beat the hell out of CASPIAN this past week. Good job. Don’t fucking like that guy anyway. But make no mistake about it, Reginald...while I’ve been impressed by you…”

Jeff stares at the camera for the first time with those icy blue eyes of his.

“...I don’t fucking like you.”

Jeff turns his gaze back to the field. The doe is now gone, having scampered back off into the woods somewhere.

“I’ve seen guys like you my whole career...hell, my whole life. Your parents and grandparents were successful with their lives, and somehow that gives you this weird sense of entitlement as if you were in anyway a factor in their success. And despite that fact that you’ve grown up with money and every advantage that a child could have, you somehow still think you’re this edgy, dangerous man that can take it farther than anyone else is willing to go. Well let me inform you of something, Dempshaw...people aren’t just born willing to go that far. They are always pushed there. Through trials, tribulations, pain, and failures. You know nothing of any of that yet. You can talk this big game all you want, but I know how the world works. So you want to know if I’m willing to take it that far? You want to know if I’m willing to go there? Son, I’ve got news for you. I fucking live there.”

Jeff finishes the beer and tosses the can to the floor with the rest of the empties as he flicks his cigarette out the window. He stands up and opens the cooler he was sitting on, grabbing a fresh can from it and cracking it open. He sits back down and takes a sip from it, continuing to search the field for signs of life.

“My entire life has been a long series of hit and runs, Reggie. Everything, from my childhood...to my deployment...to the wrestling ring...to prison...everything I’ve lived through has allowed me to permanently reside in a state of mind that has always and will always allow me to take it that far. I don’t have to go around talking and acting like a raging lunatic to be able to go there, Dempshaw. You know why? Because I’m a fucking adult. I can be kosher and go hang out at a bar and have a drink like a normal person without an altercation. I can stand outside of the arena on my way in and sign a few autographs for some kids like a civilized human being. I can even step into the ring against a respected opponent, just for the sake of competition, and not lose my fucking mind. But don’t you ever think...not even for one minuscule second...that I’m not always ready to go there boy. I can take an entire lifetime of pain and frustration and take it out on anyone at any given time. You, along with the rest of the world, saw firsthand what I did to Nate Cage last week...and that was just the beginning for him. You see, Dempshaw...you’re not more dangerous than me. Hell, you’re not even more dangerous than Cage. You’re just a spoiled kid, pretending to be psychotic so that you can gain some sort of mental edge on your competitors. I get it. It’s smart. It probably works on a lot of people. But not me. I see through the bullshit and I’m going to call you on it. So now, Reggie...now that you know that I’m always ready to go there...now that you know that I see through you...I have a question for you.”

Jeff once again looks at the camera, as if Dempshaw himself was the one holding it.

“Are YOU willing to take it there? Are YOU willing go that far? I’ve told you what I’m about and I promise you that this isn’t some kind of a game. Are you willing to take it to a place of sheer violence? A place where nothing matters but rendering one another a bloody mess? Because if I’m right...and you aren’t willing to go there...then I will destroy you quickly and swiftly...and that’s with or without any outside interference from Nate Cage.”

Jeff takes another drink and his head perks up as he notices some rustling around in the trees to his right. Jeff speaks more softly as to not scare away any potential deer that might be approaching.

“You see, I’m not naive enough to expect Nate Cage to just sit idly by this week as I face you. I know he’ll be gunning for me once more. Whether it be before, during, or after our match, I know without a doubt I’m going to have to deal with Cage again. And that’s fine by me. Hell, I welcome it. I said earlier that last week was just the beginning for Cage, and I one hundred percent meant it.”

Jeff sees a nice sized buck walk out into the field, grazing. Jeff crouches down next to the window and lines his sights up on the creature.

“Because this week, Dempshaw, I’m going to step into that ring with you and expose you for the fraud that you really are. And once I dispose of you...then and only then can you pursue your precious Spartan's Title. Because after that, I’m setting my sights back on Nate Cage. And when I do…”

An extremely loud gunshot echoes throughout the woods as Jeff’s rifle goes off, causing the camera to shake slightly. The recoil from the gun kicks Jeff’s shoulder back, but as the camera turns we see the buck drop exactly where he stood, a perfect shot.

“...when I do, I’m going to...put...him...down...for good.”

Jeff finishes his drink and sets his rifle and can down on the ground. He lights another smoke and he starts to climb out of the deer stand to collect what will soon be nothing more than wrapped up meat in his freezer, as a small, sadistic smile forms on his face.

[Fade to Black]

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Good and evil! A battle as old as time itself! Right and wrong! It all boils down to this in humanity! There are things deemed right, and things deemed wrong! Honorable and dishonorable! Layne Kurobane has lived his life refusing to acknowledge either! His actions only being for what they were and nothing more! The lives we build become stained in the eyes of those who watch! They observe as every wrong begins to eclipse the few rights that we accumulate! Before long, it all becomes…. Unsalvageable! Irredeemable! These men become demons! Ones hellbent on dedicating their lives solely to themselves! Men without the good fortune of a guiding light! Layne found his light! He follows it! He marches towards it! And with all his might, he attempts to wipe away those haunting stains of his wrongs!

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“The streak continues!”

“Layne’s reign of dominance marches on with yet another victory!”

“What a huge win under his belt!”

Hey, don’t get me wrong. I’ve never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth. I get it. Thanksgiving has passed and now it’s time for Christmas - the season of perpetual joy. The season of GIVING. And I think anyone with two eyes and an at least somewhat functional brain could understand that this past Kingdom I was given a gift a month short of Christmas. Vernon Tressler took it upon himself to neatly gift-wrap a win for me over Aria Jaxon… How sweet. Except, here’s the thing… I think I… Kinda want to return this gift. No, I don’t mean return the favor. I mean I went to send this thing back and never look at it again. In fact, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to shove it into Tressler’s face at great velocity and zero regard for his well-being because if there’s anything in the World that pisses me off more than losing, it’s winning without REALLY winning. And if you decided to tune in to Kingdom, that’s exactly what you witnessed. You watch Vernon Tressler hand Layne Kurobane a victory. See, by doing that, Tressler has made me look like a liar, because I gave Aria my word that I would beat her all on my own and I would gladly move on and find someone more suitable if she wasn’t good enough to get the job done.

Yet, here we are.

I looked like a coward to Aria, and I looked like a coward to Kingdom’s newest permanent commentator in Dampshaw after he decides to finally step inside the ring with me. I don’t expect Tressler to be watching this, but I just wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if I went on like this and pretended like he didn’t distract Aria and helped me win, because in an instant, he took away every single ounce of hard work we put into that match and every word we said to each other heading into it. I don’t like that. Can’t say I’m a fan of that at all. In fact, it pisses me off more than you can imagine. I didn’t become the Spartan Champion to escape near-losses by hook or by crook. Make no mistake about it, I won’t even hesitate to take advantage of the circumstances of a match and steal it as long as that means I’m the winner, but I won’t do this. Not now, and not ever. And whether it’s today or tomorrow or next week or somewhere in the distant future… I’m gonna make you take this gift back, Tressler. In fact, maybe it could be as soon as this next Kingdom. Because if there’s one thing that Tressler loves more than randomly getting in my business and taking all the flavor out of a win, it’s doing everything in his power to ensure my dream becomes my nightmare and this idea of proving I’m the best against literally everyone becomes so real that I’m up against literally everyone every single week. Dampshaw is no doubt somewhere in the shadows, lurking around and waiting for the opportune time to strike. I’ve never sweated him, and I’d implore Tressler to give him the Spartan Championship match already if it’ll get him to shut up that much quicker, but I guess that’s not my job.

No, my job is what comes on Kingdom.

My job is you, Scotty. Hi there. Speak of the Devil and he shall appear, because as I decide to go on this tangent about stealing matches and the coward’s way out, there you are - like a beautiful punchline to a joke I didn’t intend to tell. Look, I’ve got no qualms with you. I really don’t. Couldn’t give a shit about what you’ve done up to now with what all these people are hassling you for. Though if by some divine miracle your new methods are what get you the OWA Championship, I can’t say I’d be too happy about that, but that’s just a hypothetical. It’s just a fantasy. A dream you’ve been chasing for a while. I guess it’s not the dream you had before, is it? I watched you take on Finnegan, and it was a Hell of a match. One I wish I had gotten the chance to be a part of. I guess losing that match woke you from your dream, didn’t it? It happens, I guess. If the rule you’ve been following your whole life is what led you to this, then of what purpose was the rule? You’re trying something new, and you’ve got a new friend to come along for the ride. Hey, good for you. I don’t judge. You’ve got nothing to do with me as it stands right now, but there’s no doubt in my mind that losing the biggest match of your life or not… You ARE well worth competing with. I had to sit around and listen to Kai Stevens go on about beating the other two Spartan Champions, and I had to listen to Monolith go on about dethroning you, but by the time I showed up and got anywhere in OWA, you’d already moved on to bigger and better things.

I’d like to formally welcome you back.

I think I already know where this is going before you even bother to open your mouth. This Spartan Championship is well behind you by this point. You gave up coloring inside the lines a while back when you failed to knock off Finnegan, so I don’t think it takes a genius to see you won’t rest until you take that Championship off his waist. But here’s the thing…. Finnegan ain’t thinking about you, Scotty. He’s not. He’s just not, and that’s a bitter pill to swallow, I know. It’s like an ex that you fell madly in love with that just doesn’t feel the same way about you anymore. It’s unavoidable by this point, because Scotty, you had your chance, and you blew it. If anything, me standing here in your way should be a saving grace to you. There’s no shame in going back to the drawing board. There’s no shame in returning to what you know best, because all I’ve heard since I first started contending for the Spartan Championship is what a tremendous athlete and Champion you were. People believed you were going to go the distance and hold onto this for a long, long time. And if you wanna call it bad luck or fate that it didn’t pan out, that’s up to you. What happened happened, and there’s no changing that. The expectations of everyone quickly shifted from Scotty Adams being the quintessential Spartan Champion… To Scotty Adams being the next face of this company. Scotty Adams: The FUTURE. Scotty Adams: NEW OWA Champion. But those expectations were too much to live up to as well, weren’t they? Scotty, does it less to turn on all these people knowing that you already failed them when it mattered the most. I can’t imagine what that does to a man. I really can’t. You had a lot of pressure on you, and like any guy with so much to live up to, you gave up the moment you first hit a brick wall and resorted to everything you’d avoided up to now. Again, that’s not my business. But what is my business is this match, and what it COULD mean for you. Because you CAN go back, Scotty. You CAN try again. If you wanted, you could wash away your sins and do what you could to earn these people’s trust back by stepping inside that ring with me and giving me your absolute all.

Or…

Or you could just go out of your way to screw me over, and maybe even end my career while you’re at it.

Honestly, I’m open to both ideas. I’ll leave it up to you, because frankly I don’t give a shit. You can keep to your new philosophies and play the coward if that’s what makes you happy now. You can bring Thornton along for back up. You can use weapons. You can call up Tressler and maybe he can have you take this gift off my hands for me. I really don’t care what you do so long as you step inside that ring and let me take out this aggression I’m feeling after the bullshit I endured last week. Because if there’s anything left of the first ever Spartan Champion in there, I’d love to meet him and see what he’s got. If Dampshaw wants to keep his eyes glued to me and prowl around until he gets his precious Title shot, then so be it. I’m gonna make the best of this opportunity. I’m gonna make Tressler watch. I’m gonna make Dampshaw watch. But more than anything, Scotty, I’m gonna make you watch. I’m gonna make you see what you left behind. I’m gonna make you stop wondering. It seems obvious to me losing to Finnegan has made you wonder if you’re just not good enough yet, and you’ve taken the steps you believe were necessary to make that happen. But that’s not how it is for me, Scotty. On Kingdom, I’m gonna beat you, and make you wonder not just if you’ll ever be as good as you want… But if you were ever really that good to begin with. Time to wake up from this dream too. You’re daydreaming too much.

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Mistakes! Wrongs! They do not simply fade away! They are scars that you carry along with you permanently throughout your lifetime! But they are merely scars! They cannot bother you so long as they have healed and can no longer bleed and fester with infection! They will not leave you, but they can be forgotten! They can be eclipsed! It is never too late! The stains upon a man’s name can be washed away, but only with a concoction of blood, sweat, and tears! Genuine compassion and remorse! There are things that simply cannot be undone! People who cannot be told sorry! Bridges that cannot be rebuilt after they have burned to ashes! But the future remains hopeful! Layne Kurobane carries his wrongs and regrets as heavily as the gold around his waist, but they do not burden him! These scars cannot harm him anymore! With every battle! Every victory! They leave his mind! He must keep going, even if it must be through Hell itself!!!

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Any Resemblance to Actual Persons, Living or Dead, is Purely Coincidental...

[THE SCREEN REMAINS BLACKENED AS 'WE GOT LOVE' BY TEYANA TAYLOR FEATURING KANYE WEST PLAYS]

"We got love, love, love
You better believe it (Love, love)
Said we got love, love, love
You better believe it (Love, love)"

[CAMERA FADES IN TO A STREET IN HARLEM, NEW YORK. A MAN WEARING A DEADPOOL HAT, GREEN GUCCI TRACK JACKET WITH A NARUTO SHIPPUDEN T-SHIRT UNDERNEATH, GREEN GUCCI TRACK PANTS AND THAT'S RIGHT, YOU GUESSED IT: GREEN GUCCI FLIP FLOPS ON HIS FEET IS SEEN DOING "THE BILLION DOLLAR STRUT" ON THE STREET. KIDS OF ALL AGES, YOUNG ADULTS, ADULTS, OLD MEN AND WOMEN COME RUNNING TOWARDS THE MAN FROM BOTH SIDES OF THE STREET CIRCLING HIM AROUND. KIDS ARE JUMPING IN JOY, SOME ADULTS ARE CLAPPING, WOMEN ARE SCREAMING WHILE OTHERS ARE SMILING FROM EAR TO EAR. THE MAN IS CARRYING A GUCCI BAG FROM WHICH HE PULLS MONEY OUT OF AND HANDS TO THE PEOPLE.]

"... We gon' kill the stigma up
Huxtables turned to Obamas
It ain't about where you been, where you from
What you got
It’s all about love
Self-love is the best love (Love)
When you gon' take that wristband off? (Off)
That pity party been over (Been over)
Don't need make-up to dress you up (Dress you up)"

[AS THE MAN CONTINUES TO HAND MONEY TO THE POOR ON THE STREETS OF HARLEM TWO MEN ARE SEEN ON A CORNER LOOKING ON IN DISGUST. ONE IS DRESSED SOMEWHAT LIKE THE GOOD SAMARITAN BUT HIS GUCCI OUTFIT LOOKS REALLY CHEAP YOU COULD TELL IT'S A CHINA TOWN KNOCK-OFF. THE OTHER IS DRESSED IN REGULAR BASKET BALL SHORTS AND A SLEEVELESS T-SHIRT WITH THE WORDS "GO TO RETIREMENT" ON IT, HE HAS A COLLECTION OF BAD TATTOO'S ON HIS BODY INCLUDING ONE OF HIS OWN FACE. AROUND ANOTHER CORNER A MAN WITH MEDIUM LENGTH BLONDE HAIR SIMILAR TO THAT OF THE GOOD SAMARITAN'S IS SEEN SPYING ON THE WOMEN IN THE CROWD BEFORE A COUPLE OF POLICE OFFICERS CHASE HIM OFF]

"Don't let this life defeat you
I hope this message reach you"

[AS THE GOOD SAMARITAN CONTINUES TO WALK DOWN THE STREET HE SEES A COUPLE OF CHILDREN. TWO OF THEM ARE WEARING DIFFERENT STYLES OF "STAY WOKE" JAKE COPELAND T-SHIRTS FROM PRO WRESTLING TEES AND ARE BULLYING A KID WITH A SHIRT THAT SAYS "SEVEN REIGNZ". THE GOOD SAMARITAN APPROACHES THE KIDS AND BREAKS UP THE FIGHT. HE PULLS OUT A WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP WITH THE NAME "LUCIAN BLACK" ENGRAVED ON THE NAMEPLATE AND HANDS IT TO THE BULLIED KID]

"Throw your hands up
Play catch with the hundreds
Love is the new money
I'm just chillin' with the homies
Home is where the heart is"

COPELAND: Here, this is the same exact title I beat Scott Oasis for a few years back. It was given to me to hang on my wall next to all the other titles I won in my career, but I don't need it anymore so enjoy, kiddo!

"Throw your hands up
Play catch with the hundreds
Love is the new money
I'm just chillin' with the homies
Home is where the heart is
Throw your hands up"

KID: ARE YOU DEADASS?? OH MY GOD, YESS!! YOU'RE THE BEST MR. COPELAND! FUCK MONROE, COPELAND 2020!

COPELAND: Appreciate the love and all, but I'm pretty sure Monroe's ass has been on the unemployment line for years now we don't got to worry about the guy anymore, ha

"... I live in abundance, love is the new money
I’m mentally wealthy, spiritually conscious
I’m fresh out of Onyx, I'm ballin’, I'm ballin'
I play with the hunnids, love is the new money
That's my frequency, stock up, burn the sage
Clear the room, heal the hate, love is the new wave"

BULLIES: What about us!? We're the ones wearing your merch

COPELAND: Oh kids, you have so much to learn...

[THE GOOD KID HUGS JAKE COPELAND AS TEARS COME DOWN HIS FACE. COPELAND PATS THE KID ON THE BACK AS HE SMILES. THE OTHER KIDS LOOK AT THEM FRUSTRATED. THEIR PARENTS ALL RUSH TOWARDS THEM WORRIED. JAKE COPELAND APPROACHES THEM AND WHISPERS SOMETHING WITHOUT THE KIDS NOTICING]

COPELAND: You got some really good kids. They have a whole lot to learn, but I'm sure they'll turn out just fine you seem like really good folk. And by the way, watch out there's a man being chased by the police around here that you'd rather not have your kids cross paths with, trust me...

"Love is the new money, love is the new money
I’m just chillin' with the homies, home is where the heart is (Ahh!)
...play catch with the
Love is the new money
I'm just chillin' with the homies, home is where the heart is (Ahh!)"

[JAKE COPELAND REACHES IN TO HIS BAG AND PULLS OUT SOME CASH, HE HANDS IT TO THE KIDS' PARENTS INCLUDING THE ONES OF THE BULLIES, AND THEN CONTINUES TO WALK DOWN THE STREET KEEPING THAT BIG SMILE ON HIS FACE AS THE PEOPLE ON THE STREET FOLLOW HIM AROUND JOYOUS. SUDDENLY A WOMAN THAT LOOKS TO BE IN HER LATE 20'S STANDS IN JAKE COPELAND'S WAY, SHE IS PISSED OFF AND STARTS YELLING AT HIM]

WOMAN: You got some NERVE to show up around here. I loved you, you son of a bitch! I was nothing more than your side chick from the looks of it, but you was my world! How could you?!! I washed your stinky ass draws, I cooked for you, I learned how to pole dance, I lost weight and got in the GYM so I could look like Kim Kardashian all for YOU. And you do me like that?? You spineless, self-centered piece of --

COPELAND: My bad for cutting you off, but I think you have me mistaken honey...

"Play catch with the hundreds
Love is the new money
I'm just chillin' with the homies
Home is where the heart is (Ah!)
Play catch with the hundreds
Love is the new money
I'm just chillin' with the homies
Home is where the heart is"

WOMAN: Nuh-uh I don't, don't play dumb with me! No way you could've forgotten all of this, big daddy

COPELAND: I probably did or maybe nothing happened between us at all. If there was in fact something and I forgot about it: it's probably because you're a snake and I only tend to lay with those once or twice. You don't look like a snake at all, but looks really can be deceiving... Listen I don't know, what I do know is where I stick my penis I'm pretty sure you got the wrong guy. Maybe you slept with my Puerto Rican cousin Juan Copeisla, what the hell do I know? You tried to crap all over my good vibes but you know what? I forgive you and here, I'll give you ten dollars so you can get tinder gold and find the right man for you. I'm not sure if that's enough premium subscriptions are so overpriced these days. If it isn't though, you can just get the OWA Network. It has countless hours of programming to keep you busy you won't even think you need a man in your life!

[COPELAND GIVES THE WOMAN TEN BUCKS, HUGS HER AND CONTINUES TO WALK DOWN THE STREET. AS HE REACHES THE VERY END OF THE STREET THERE'S AN UBER WAITING FOR HIM. AS HE'S ABOUT TO GET IN THE CAR HE SEES THE POLICE FINALLY CAPTURING THE CREEP WHO WAS SPYING ON WOMEN EARLIER, HE NODS AND ENTERS THE UBER WHILE ALL THE PEOPLE FROM THE STREET AND NEARBY NEIGHBORHOODS CHEER FOR HIM OUTSIDE. THE UBER DRIVER TURNS AROUND...]

"Above all you keep your clarity
You keep your focus
You keep your sense of love
And you keep your sense of purpose"

DRIVER: Where to now, boss?

COPELAND: I have no idea let me check my calendar

"Those are, they're integral
You know, they're key
Happiness"

[COPELAND TAKES OUT HIS iPHONE FROM HIS TRACK PANTS POCKET AND CHECKS HIS CALENDAR/ HE CONTEMPLATES HIS AGENDA FOR THE DAY FOR SEVERAL SECONDS BEFORE ANSWERING THE UBER DRIVER]

COPELAND: Take me to JFK I got a plane to catch and some old friends to pay a visit to, bud

"You know, um a lot of people define success differently
You know for me
You can have everything
You could have all the money in the world
But if its not enjoyable, if its not sustainable, you know
If you can't be a person of integrity while having all these things"

[THE SCREEN FADES TO BLACK]

"...What does it matter?
What does it mean?
The value is internal
Your value is internal"
. . .

[CAMERA FADES IN TO THE PARKING LOT OF THE OMEGA WRESTLING ALLIANCE HEADQUARTERS. JAKE COPELAND IS SEEN LEANING ON HIS UBER WITH HIS ARM CROSSED. IN HIS RIGHT HAND HE IS HOLDING A PAPER. AS THE CAMERA DRAWS CLOSER TO HIM, HE SHOWS THE CONTRACT. IT'S A TALENT CONTRACT WITH OWA. AT THE BOTTOM YOU CAN COPELAND HAS ALREADY SIGNED IT. COPELAND LOWERS HIS RIGHT HAND AND LOOKS AT THE SUN WITH A SMILE ON HIS FACE BEFORE LOOKING DIRECTLY INTO THE CAMERA AND TALKING]

I never thought I would be at the headquarters of two of the biggest wrestling promotions in the world on the same day. The reason I was THERE today though, is quite different to the reason I am here now. I went to good ole' New Jersey to collect checks I was owed from like January, checks I would probably be unable to cash in had I not started a "revolt" in their offices. I'm here now because I was told professional wrestling wasn't for me and well, nobody and I mean nobody tells me what I can or can't do especially when it comes to something I am passionate for and LOVE with every fiber of my being. I was going to retire, I thought my career was over. It certainly seemed like it was, but then I was told or rather tweeted at by smarks who quite unfortunately don't have the blessing of knowing what a life is things like:

"THIS IS NOT FOR YOU, COPELAND, GO TO RETIREMENT!!"

And...

"YOU JUST GOT FIRED FOR THE SECOND TIME FROM THE SAME COMPANY BY TWO DIFFERENT ADMINISTRATIONS YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF"

Even things like:

"GO TRY MMA AND GET YOUR ASS WHOOPED IN TWO MINUTES THAT'S YOUR LAST HOPE RIGHT NOW"

I don't take advice from people less successful than me for starters. I HATE being told I can't do something when I am doubted I just have to prove people wrong it's who I am deep down. I felt like I had enough of a reason to continue my career as a sports entertainer. I could care less what anyone thinks, but I want to prove it to myself that not only am I capable of doing this but I am capable of doing it better than anybody. These are the type of smarks that settle for having online girlfriends because they can't get one in real life, these are the low lives that think they are "gawds" because they can get away with anything they say... behind a computer screen, these are the type of LOSERS that think because they do fantasy wrestling they have some sort of right to tell a REAL wrestler what to do, or how or when to do something - shut the fuck up. Nothing some aficionados can say will make me hang up my boots, nothing ANYONE in or outside of this business can say about me will damage my pride because I know my damn value and I don't need anyone to validate it for me. To everyone who prayed for my downfall: GOD WAS TOO BUSY TO ANSWER YOUR PRAYERS because I am still standing. Ohh I know, I know a lot of people wish professional wrestling wasn't really for me. It'd be so much easier for them if GC wasn't around, SO MUCH EASIER. I've looked into the eyes of many bosses I had in the past, and I have seen pure jealousy. Envy so raw, so untamed they failed to realize how it was eating them alive. I was such a threat to them and some would probably say that I am just delusional or that I have a huge ego: But if I was the pathetic excuse, joke of a professional wrestler I was made out to be many times, why would higher ups put so much effort into destroying me? I've had powerful "men", and I use that term loosely, in this business so SHOOK that they have been trying to get rid of me since I first stepped foot inside a ring on a developmental brand called Turbo nine years ago whether it be directly or indirectly, and guess what? Of all the times they tried to get rid of me only two things happened: they either failed or it backfired on them... And I didn't have to move a finger. The way I have been overcoming odds since 2009, breaking through glass ceiling after glass ceiling, how I am STILL standing despite the many times hell was wished upon my mind, soul and even BODY and the fact I made it this far without having to kiss ass or lay in bed with anyone it is all proof that GC was BORN to do this. I'm a natural hustler. Have you any idea how much dirt was thrown on my name just this year? Yet some of you can't stand having a grain of dirt over yours. There's so many men, so many women I looked up to throughout the years I have been doing this... I started looking DOWN on them when I looked past their seven "reignz", their forced authority, their hall of fame rings, the blatantly FAKE images of themselves that they put so much effort into fabricating so they would feel accepted by fans and dare I say board members who wouldn't care for them if they had nothing to offer. And that, that is why I WALKED OUT twice from the infamous land of elite. One tyrant falls and another takes over and the people just follow them around like lost puppies, where is the dignity of people? Is dignity even real? We managed to get rid of Kim Jong Un and then Donald Trump took the reins. These so called leaders are one and the same and it's a real shame only I see it. Take one look at them and tell me they are not the same. They are power hungry, narcissistic, insensible pieces of crap. You have to be so blind not to see it. And that's right, I said I WALKED OUT because contrary to what you've been told I was never fired. When Copeland speaks up blood boils, and when blood boils heads roll, but in this case y'all looking at mine pissing over you because I got the last laugh, GC SEASON IS BACK AND STRONGER THAN EVER! When I was "home" I walked through that locker room, I looked around and saw many faces. I've visited both OWA locker rooms, both Kingdom's and Olympus' I saw many faces, some new ones and some familiar ones, but there's not a single one in EAW or OWA that I can say has what it takes to make this what it once was again. Mixed Martial Arts is not my last hope as much as I enjoy practicing it, but you can bet your ass I am pro wrestling's ONLY hope like Obi-Wan was in Star Wars: A New Hope except there's no Luke Skywalker and I will never EVER die! Also Rian Johnson isn't the director of this one so don't panic. This is what a G.O.A.T. looks like, this is how a true G.O.A.T. speaks, THIS is how G.O.A.T.S. carry themselves so "elites", alphas, yakuzas... relax and TAKE NOTES. I'm taking everybody on at once, anybody with balls big enough to face me line up and watch as I take all of you down one by one. The so called bust of the decade is back to light a fire under your asses and show you how it's done. No bad vibes will kill mine, no egos will stop this, no tyrants will hold me down: THE WORLD IS MINE FOR THE TAKING. I'm coming through so it's in your best interest not to sleep on me and... STAY WOKE!

[COPELAND SHOWS AN EXPRESSION UNLIKE ANY SHOWN IN THE ENTIRE VIDEO. HE STARES AT THE CAMERA BEFORE IT FADES TO BLACK]

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