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

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

Here is where you can post your work for upcoming matches on weekly shows or major events, or just put up a piece for character development. Before you get started here are the rules of the page!

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God is omnipresent. God is omnipotent. Yet, he still needs soldiers. He still needs warriors. Isn't that funny? The most powerful being needs to protect himself. From what? Demons? Lucifer himself? If it is needed, I shall be a soldier in the army. But will it be for God or Lucifer? Time will tell.

The Alphas of Kingdom will do battle at Heaven's Den Ranch. I don't know what to expect there. I don't know whether it's going to be an idyllic getaway for us to show our mettle or a barbaric retreat where there's no escape. All I know is I have to throw each other Kingdom competitor over the top rope to win. If I have to throw them into the depths of hell, then I will. Honestly, the 100,000 dollar prize means nothing to me. If I was putting this on, my grand prize could be 3, 4, 5 times that. If this is what we are to expect from this seeming Strong Style Wrestling takeover, then I worry not. Actually, I actually pity Wolvesden if that's all they can offer, but if I must fight their battle, I will.

I see my opponents. Not many catch my eye. But one man in particular does. A man of wealth like myself. A man of power like myself. The man they call Caspian. Now, I've done terrible, awful things to keep my fortune so I respect what needs to be done, but the way Caspian has gone about things is all wrong. For millennia, the Dampshaw clan has stuck by the same credos and one of them is, "Do not deal in illicit drugs." Drugs are for the poor. Drugs are for the weak, and we do not do business with the poor and the weak. We never have, and we never will. You've built an empire, so fair play to you, dear sir, but an empire built on what? A horde of pale-skinned, shuddering wastrels begging you for their next hit? That is no empire to me. I wish you no ill will in this match, Caspian, in fact I look forward to squaring off with you there.

You know...when I throw you over the top rope, you might have an epiphany. You may see the error of your ways and realize you need to build your empire from scratch in a different way. Maybe....The Dampshaw way...in that sense, perhaps I do belong in God's army...

[Natalie Cage]

[Can Sinners be Saved?]

[Mel's Diner]

[October 27, 2018]

[I don't need Wolvesden, they need me]

[The scene opens in a diner, an affable waitress approaches a corner booth]

Waitress: Refill your coffee, hun?

[The woman in the booth looks up, it’s Natalie Cage]

Natalie: Please.

[As the waitress finishes pouring and makes to leave, Natalie calls after her]

Could you…sit with me for a bit? You’re not looking too busy, I can give you a larger tip for the trouble.

Waitress: I really shouldn’t, miss, it’s against policy.

Natalie: Fuck policy! This life is too short to miss what’s right in front of us.

[Natalie produces a sizeable wad of bills, counting out $500 and laying it on the table]

That is how much I value your time.

[The waitress looks around, quickly pockets the money and sits]

Waitress: Look, I don’t know who you are, but if my boss finds out about this…

Natalie: He won’t. And I’ll make it quick. You just have to sit there and listen. I’ve done something I didn’t think I was capable of. I’ve left behind the security blanket of my life. A home, family, friends, allies, money, power, all of it. I’ve abandoned the homestead…why? I do not know. My brother did the same, but unlike him, I’m not going back. Was it a selfish decision? Have I left my friends to clean up after my mess? Who will judge me? I don’t have the answers to these questions. But I do know what lies ahead, a road of great pain and suffering. There’s this woman, she’s violent, scary, you’d probably freak out and bolt if you saw her. She thinks I’m weak right now, wounded prey. She’s wrong.

In me, she recognises a great conflict, two sides warring with one another. And her observation’s an educated but skewed one. I’m not looking back, not after today. You’re the conduit through which my emotional baggage will flow. I’m casting off what’s behind me and leaving my final incarnation of a former existence with you. I don’t expect you to understand, I don’t expect anyone to apart from myself. All I know is what’s waiting. I’m about to stare down an opponent who wants me gone. Not out of hatred, but out of duty. That’s something I can respect. I don’t hate her, she’s a lot like me. Fuck, we could even be mates when all is said and done, you never know. It’s just…eh I have to prove to myself that I don’t need to rely on others anymore. I know what people think, they think I hide behind smoke and mirrors, that I’m only as good as who’s helping me. It’s time to put a stop to that, first step is eliminating my immediate obstacle. Do you get where I’m coming from?

Waitress: I…I think so.

Natalie: I can tell you’re a good woman. You’re kind, helpful, a good listener. You’ve got emotional intellect, you’ve got a keen eye for people in need. When you refilled my coffee, you might think it was because you wanted a tip. There’s more to it than that. You saw that I was distant and in a strange mood, you knew that the kindness of a stranger was what I needed. You’re a dying breed…uh, what was it?

Waitress: Natalie.

Natalie: Your name…is Natalie?

Waitress: Well, last time I checked!

Natalie: HA! You’re funny, I like being around you…Natalie. I can tell you’re not just sitting here because of the money, I can tell you want to hear what I have to say. We’ll probably never see each other again, you know. My path goes through Hell and I don’t know if I’ll be making it back. The woman I’m tasked with facing wants me out of her way so damn badly, and I understand. But with every last breath in my lungs, I have to find a way to make her an issue of the past. Not out of spite, out of necessity. One big “fuck you” to the people who kept me down. I’ve spent the last six months living a lie. That’s a lot of time to waste. Too much time. Time is precious, finite, we can’t waste it stuck in a rut. Do you like this job?

Waitress: I mean, it’s got its ups and downs.

Natalie: But don’t you have dreams?

Waitress: Well, I wanted to be a veterinarian but my pa got sick when I was in school, I needed a job to keep the lights on for him and couldn’t balance that with…

Natalie: Stop. Just stop.

[Natalie pulls the wad out again, looks at it and stuffs it in the waitress’s pocket]

That is six thousand dollars, not including the five hundred I gave you earlier. You know what I want you to do? I want you to quit this job today, find something with flexible, realistic hours, finish your schooling and chase your dreams.

[Tears begin to stream down the waitress’s face]

Waitress: I…I don’t know what to say…

Natalie: You don’t have to say a damn thing. You simply have to do. Do what you want and reclaim your destiny. And if I ever come back here years from now and find that you’re still here? Well…you don’t want to know what I’ll do.

[Natalie gets up to leave]

Waitress: Wait…I never caught YOUR name.

[Natalie turns around and gives a little smirk]

Natalie: You’ve been carrying it with you your whole life…last time I checked.

[Natalie exits the diner as the waitress looks down at her pocket. She removes her apron on the spot and marches towards the manager’s office]

[STATIC]

Odyssey Promo #1: Unwavering

(Word Count: 1,108)

*The camera pulls in on Eris’ graveyard. A familiar sight. What is not familiar about this sight is Eris herself. She sits in front of a mausoleum, tears streaming down her face. She holds flowers in her hand that are long dead and withered. She sobs and cries*

Eris: I… I failed you… I have failed you… I do not deserve to take on your mission any longer if I cannot attain such basic achievements… I could not find the strength to do it… I could not find the strength to cash in a golden opportunity such as this one. I did not have the resolve to cleanse these women and make them feel my wrath.. I did not… win… I failed, I FAILED YOU.

*Eris screams out as she falls to the ground. She looks defeated, she looks absolutely unmotivated to get up and continue after her failure*

Eris: But… But… But i couldn't have. No…. No I can't give up! I can't just stop at the first sign of resistance and adversity.. I can't just up and quit when things do not go my way. I cannot… I… I WILL NOT. I refuse! I refuse to let go of my mission because of this transgression. I cannot stop… I must prevail! I will stop at nothing to achieve my goal. My resolve may have been shaken. But as the body of an influencer, my SPIRIT remains. My being still lives inside me, my mission is still unrealized, I will continue in my unrelenting statement of Cleansing this division. I will NOT fail you again. It all starts with her… Natalie Cage. The sister war.

*Eris rises to her feet, making her way to her fountain which sits in the middle of the graveyard. It is unmoving, water is not coming out of it, but Eris snaps her fingers, and water is then produced from the fountain. She sits down upon the edge of it*

Eris: Sister War is it? I thought I was insane… I've been called so many many times. But this one, this one is interesting. You seem to be quite conflicted on whether or not to fight me. You seem conflicted on whether or not we need to fight at all. I appreciate your words because you've given me more gratification then I've given myself in the recent few days. But you said there is no room in this business for hesitation or regrets. I agree with you. Women like you and I are now scarce in this world, the last of a dying breed. A breed of women who will not be bothered by how good they look or how interesting they are to men. A breed of women who want to see women empowered as an equal force among men. OWA has given us this opportunity, but we have time after time denied them. We still sit here and tell ourselves that everything is okay. Everything is not okay. Women who are empowered and strong, while their existence is sure, are being put next to the filth that show off their breasts to any man that may look. Natalie, I understand why you find me attractive. I truly do~

*Eris giggles at these words, putting one of her legs over the other. She jumps off the fountain edge and retrieves a shovel, walking toward the long row of graves. It looks almost endless in nature, stretching a path through the dead grass. Eris picks a grave that is seemingly unmarked and lays the shovel to the dirt.*

Eris: Seems like you have some drama going on over there too. You might wanna get that out of your mind before our bout. Something so distracting would be completely unhealthy to hang on to. You claimed I had an opportunity that I wasted, I completely agree with you. But I'm not the only one here that has wasted opportunities. You have done the exact same thing. You also claimed that Dulce Torres now has a target on her back, shouldn't the woman that nearly pinned her be the one that challenges her? I came within seconds of winning the Goddesses championship. But you know what? It's all going to be okay it really is.

*Eris begins to dig this grave now, smiling to herself and laughing every now and then*

Eris: I may have failed in capturing the goddesses championship, but it is all okay now. I am an even more driven woman, I am more driven than I ever have been in my career. I'm stronger than ever now that I've tasted what failure is. I felt invincible before this, but now, I know I am no immortal. Yet I am still the same emmisary I was before. I carry my mission and its contents with even more conviction! You, Natalie, have left your nest now. With no Diantha to aid you, I wonder where you will find yourself against an Eris that is as strong as she has ever been. So many take a loss like this and fall apart… and i almost did. But now it's time to prove exactly why I decided to do this in the first place, do exactly what I was made to do. Be the machine that I always could be but was not because I was blinded by my illusions of invincibility. No, I'm not invincible. But I am a woman with a reason for existence. I will not let you remove it from me like this almost did. I will not allow you to achieve the satisfaction of slaying the Cleanser. I will not allow another to hit me while I am weak with pride. It is time I begin my purpose anew. And it all starts with you, Natalie. I agree with you when you say in another situation we could have been allies. But you stand across from me as an enemy. And you're facing an Eris that is better than ever. Good luck, honey~ I will take pleasure in witnessing your beautiful face as it twists in pain and your bountiful body as it breaks.

*Eris chuckles now, she continues digging the grave. Upon her finishing it, a strong wind blows through the graveyard. Of course this causes the grime that was previously on the headstone to disappear, revealing the name Natalie Cage. The camera zooms out on the graveyard. It glitches a few times as Eris lets out another chilling cackle, before fading to black. The last thing we hear being*

Eris: You have never encountered a war like this, it is time to be cleansed.

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The smoke has cleared! The war is over! Many lie in its wake - broken! Battered! Humiliated! The battles have long since ended and the power struggle amongst two entities has finally come to its conclusion! Among them, Layne Kurobane remains! He lives on! Gold proudly glimmers around his waist as he continues on his path! He does not allow himself to falter! He has become a locomotive that cannot easily be derailed! Momentum pushes him forward and into further frays! It gives him the edge required to dominate! His Champion adversary has fallen to him, and while the paradigm shifts in the favor of those they were against, Layne has planted his flag in this soil and called it his own! The target on his back only grows with each victory! He welcomes it!

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Out of the frying pan and into the fire.

I think that pretty much sums it up. I know what’s coming my way. I wish I could say this chaotic mess of a “contest” that’s a far cry from a match was something that makes me even raise an eyebrow, but by this point, what else was I expecting? I didn’t come here looking for the same old and tired motions I’d been going through when I was still nothing but a stray dog stepping into rings you’ve never even heard of. I’ve learned that you have to adapt if you want to be the best, and that’s what I’ve done, whether I’m standing across the ring from another company’s Champion or surrounded by a Barbed Wire Steel Cage. That’s all you can do, because if you stick to your guns and try to mold all of this into YOUR comfort zone, you’re gonna regret it. That’s how you get exploited, and that’s how you show your hand before you even get a chance to win. You’ll be watched, and you’ll be analyzed, and most of all, you’ll become just another obstacle in someone else’s path to get what they want. You’re not a Champion anymore, and you’re sure as Hell not a Legend by any means. What you become is just the monster of the week, and they’ll find what makes you tick, and they’ll beat you with it. Then you become just a footnote in their story. By that point, you can watch your weapons turn into the shovel you’re using to dig your own grave, or you can abandon them and adapt to survive. That’s basic nature. We’re all animals when it comes down to it - we hurt one another to thrive and keep going. There’s never any getting around it.

That’s why one-hundred thousand dollars makes no difference to me.

I didn’t come here looking for money. Oh don’t get me wrong, I’ll TAKE your money when I win, but that’s not what I’m looking for. Never has been and it never will be. I wouldn’t have crawled out from under a rock to be here if money mattered, but what DOES matter to me is exactly what this little fight for survival offers. That’s what you do. We don’t have any choice in the matter. We’re all stepping inside this war, and we’re all gonna get hurt, but you have to find a reason for it, because if you don’t, then you’ve got nothing to pull you through it. Maybe you want the money - good for you. Hey, more power to you. Who doesn’t like money? But that’s not for me. In fact, I’m so very grateful for this match, because it’s absolutely everything I’ve ever wanted and more. I get a chance to literally take on all comers in an place where it’s welcomed with open arms! I couldn’t be happier! There’s plenty of people in this Kingdom that I would love nothing more than to put on notice, and that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. I’m not letting this opportunity slip through my hands, just like I didn’t let it slip through my hands against Monolith, and again last weekend against Kai. Never again. I know I’ve got a target on my back. I’m well aware that there’s people gunning for me. In fact, I have no doubt in my mind that Kai would love to finally get some precious redemption for the last three times we’ve stepped inside the ring. This is YOUR type of match, Kai, isn’t it? This is where you should thrive more than anyone, right? I mean, if your words mean as much as you seemed to believe they do. This is your perfect chance to literally rip my head off of my shoulders and put it on your mantle as a trophy. The rules here are virtually nonexistent and all you have to do is show up and make good on every word you spat out at me last week!

But don’t pretend you’re special.

I’m offering this invitation to every single person on Kingdom.

I’m not hard to find. I don’t plan on running. Hell, come one, come all! Step right up! Beat me within an inch of my life! Make me massively regret every single word I’m saying to all of you, because I promise you that if you come at me, you better not Goddamn miss! I’m not the Spartan Champion because I ran when my back was against the wall! I stood inside a cage with a giant and brought him down! I welcome this new cage, and I welcome anyone who wants to do what every single other person has failed to do and put this stray dog down once and for all. Money isn’t everything. You people didn’t come here looking for money. You want gold. You want to build a legacy for yourselves, brick by brick. So what’s stopping you? In a jungle like this, it’s kill or be killed. Load up your guns, your pitchforks, and absolutely EVERYTHING in your arsenal, because I promise you - I SWEAR to you that you’re going to need them more than you can imagine. You want gold? You want accolades? You want to survive in this chaos? Send a message. Make an example out of me. Ensure that I won’t be walking out of there at all, let alone with this Spartan Championship around my waist. But me? I’ll be waiting for anyone who comes across me. Anyone who looks for me. Anyone who looks for the Spartan Championship. I’ll be waiting, and I’ll be ready, because I’ve spent my entire life adapting to chaos, and I’ve spent my entire life surviving at the cost of anyone that’s gotten in my way.

If you want my advice - do what you have to do. No matter what it costs you. Because I assure you that if you don’t have the balls to pull the trigger, you won’t be getting a second chance. Because I won’t hesitate. Not for a second.

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No hesitation! No fear! Layne Kurobane has long since abandoned the traits that dragged him down long ago! In their place, he brings confidence and determination and amplifies them to incomprehensible levels that has rewarded him with this gold he carries! Gold that glimmers in the eyes of many others who salivate at the mouth, hoping to be the next in line to take it all away from him! The man who called his gold his own was monstrous and unstoppable, but Layne brings his own force of nature that cannot be easily stopped! He brings it with him into this hellacious contest that! This deadly game! He does not fold under the pressure of this target glowing on his back! From the enemies he has made! From the sheer idea of opportunity that can be seized at his expense! He ventures onwards into this jungle! Not as prey! As a predator!!

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Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) October 27th 2018, 4:13 am by Sweet Roxy

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“Mother always tells me to always question the halfwits that you speak with… they often tend to contradict themselves and crash their own credibility into ashes, even without you trying.”

"Don't you disrespect me, little man!

Don't you derogate or deride

You're in my world now, not your world

And I got friends on the other side!"

“I’m gonna play this at my wedding!” Rosanna chuckles. “I think Layne will love it!”

Rosanna is seen walking around dressed in a white wedding dress while “Friends on the Other Side” plays at the speakers in her room. Rosanna often wears a simple eyeshadow with pink lips, but this time her shades are much darker than usual. Her eyelids are smoky dark blue, and her lips are black. Her nails are also painted black, and under the wedding dress, she wears black boots.

“My first Halloween at OWA.” She says as she looks at a blonde wig, much shorter than her current hair. “I remember when I used to go trick or treating, Mother would go all-out with my costumes. It’s too bad I never believed in ghosts...”

Rosanna stops at a mirror and holds up the short-haired wig near her head, foreseeing how it would look on her. She then throws the wig on the table nearby… She spins gracefully showing off her dress and looking at her pretty self. She then starts to speak.

“Beliefs of a higher entity are what comforts us in the times that we are weak. This is why people turn to religion and cults and shady organizations, it’s what assures them that there is more to this World than what their eyes could see. This is what gives them hope for salvation for the unknown coming to their lives, especially when they have to face it on their own. This is what convinces them that they are unique and special, despite bringing nothing to the earth beyond their plain and ordinary existence. And the more you open your eyes to these beliefs, the more you shut them to the world around you… and unfortunately for these people, they fail to realize that the World around them is what matters most. But I don’t blame them. They couldn’t stand firmly on their two feet. They are scared. They are terrified…. All of the unknown."

"The unknown, in this instance, is your future, Amora. A useless scrap like you is the type to seek for a greater purpose in a world that’s pretty much has a straightforward goal -- you either kill or be killed. It’s our survival instinct that dates millenniums ago that makes this filthy World go round. Humans evolved. People are smarter. But it’s all the same premise. And as I look at those unsure teary eyes of yours, I just can’t see that you are more concerned about the fluffs and the magic that would fit in your ideal world. In your ideal world, you are a warrior who battles with ease and bulldozes anything that got in your way. In your ideal world, you are a master manipulator who would have every person in this company do her bidding if she wanted to. In your ideal world, you step on toes and obliterate even those with established names. But scrap, let me be the first to break that fragile glass of illusion that you have put in front of you that you stupidly thought would protect you -- you are nothing. You are a bag of air that operates on intimidation, and to be honest with you that same tactic that you are doing right now has been done by a hundred opponents that have faced me before you. I get that you’re new and that you just want to make an impression that you are more than what you look, but everyone can see that you are nothing but a run-of-the-mill wrestler desperately seeking for attention, as she throws words even she herself doesn’t know the meaning to! A true manipulator does not tell the world that they are manipulators, or that ruins the purpose! They twist arms, they hide under the shadows before they strike to snatch away everything in just a blink of an eye. I know because it’s what I’ve done since the moment I stepped in the OWA, and if you really do know that much as you say you do, you would know how many people I have blindsided just to have a win by my name, and to be honest, I don’t even know what kind of hell have I been put through that I have to speak to someone whose brain is so small and insignificant that I have to explain the concept of manipulation! You know damn well who raised me! You know who made me with every handcrafted evil in her image! And still, you fail to understand.”

“And I pity you for it, scrap.” Rosanna says in a condescending tone and she tilts her head to the side. She smiles again after.

“Your ignorance to the harsh reality of this world will be your death, sooner or later. The unknown future that you have tried so hard to push your blind faith onto will betray you once you open the box and see that there is nothing in store for a talentless garbage like you, while I will rise to supremacy and be known as a surefire Champion as she reaches all the gold and all the honors within the clasp of her palms. That is the path that I continue to make for myself, and I will carry on even if it means destroying your little dreams in its infancy. So I’ll give you a choice here, scrap: You can either walk into the match and suffer a humiliating loss that you can never recover from, you will be beaten and battered and torn to a million pieces… It would consist of work on your end that will never pay off… and a victory on mine and the sound of your entertaining squirm… or you can walk away and quit wasting my time with your Witch fetish… you can formulate a potion using your salty tears to make yourself disappear like the good little goth you are and accept the fact that never in a million years will you be capable of half the things that I do. Because what exactly do you have against me, scrap? My twitter squabble with my crush? My parents that made me what I am today? Bitch, I have just gone from a victory against Strong Style Wrestling. I have just gone from being a Women’s Champion after I’ve won it in my second match ever. In a matter of a few months, my career has reached heights that none of these other Goddesses have, and I will only do more with my natural abilities as The Queen’s Reincarnation and a Second Generation wrestler. What exactly do you have, scrap? Your magic wand? Your playing cards? Your 10 instagram followers? Let me reiterate the fact that you are nothing but an insecure little scrap that’s ready to be placed in a bin because no matter how in distress you get searching for what makes you special, everyone could see that you’re no different from the names and faces in Odyssey that have nothing waiting for them after they suffer to reach the finish line. You make no difference in this world with your actions, and there is nothing revolutionary about you that would turn heads in your presence, unless you’re playing a part in line with your obsession of the supernatural. But it’s not always Halloween, scrap, the fantasy always ends somewhere… In the real world, your spells and tarot cards won’t work the way you want them to. When you come to face a woman with such high standards for greatness like Sweet Roxy, you stand on trial as you test your strength, and if you actually have any power to twist your fate and create a pathway to your victory, I will push you down and drag you onto the concrete floor so you know exactly who you’re messing with.”

“And if there’s even a small ray of sunlight before your eyes that serves as a sign hope,” Rosanna slowly takes the wig again and puts it over her head. “I will destroy it... if it means you become aware of the mistake that you’ve made crossing me.”

She lowers the neckline of her wedding dress to reveal a drawn red heart “tattoo” on her chest, right on her cleavage. The image of her costume gets clearer and clearer. She is Tiffanny Ray, the Bride of Chucky.

“You're changin', you're changin', you're changin' all right!

I hope you're satisfied

But if you ain't, don't blame me!

You can blame my friends on the other side…”

“And by the end of it, in the spirit of Halloween, there’s only one costume fitting for a woman like you, scrap. A costume at its most realistic after I beat you at Odyssey."

Rosanna whispers. "A dead bitch."

“You got what you wanted!

But you lost what you had!”

Rosanna laughs as she was about to exit. She puts on a leather jacket to go along with her wedding dress to complete the costume. She looked ravishing… She was a human-sized doll, one that’s addicted to killing. It was as perfect as it could be.

The door shuts behind her… and then there was darkness.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) October 27th 2018, 3:41 am by Sweet Roxy

Unable to delete this one apparently - just read the post above.

War of Heaven - Promo One October 26th 2018, 12:42 pm by **Jeff X**

The Aftermath of Civil War

War of Heaven Promo #1

The scene opens up to the Madison Square Garden backstage locker room area, not long after Civil War has gone off the air. Jeff X sits, still dressed in his ring gear, staring at the floor and contemplating the events of the night. He has yet to hit the showers as his body is still covered in sweat and blood…although it can’t really be known whether that blood is his or one of the other nine competitors from War Games. Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door and Jeff grabs his ribs and winces for a moment as he sits up and shouts to reply to whomever is at the door.

“What???”

The door opens up and a skinny man with brown hair walks in. He appears to be some sort of medical personnel as he wears an OWA polo, latex gloves, and carries a small medical bag over his left shoulder. Jeff looks at him and rolls his eyes.

Jeff: “What the fuck do you want?”

Medic: “Mr. Tressler has asked me to do a quick check up on all of the War Games participants to make sure no serious injuries were suffered. So if you don’t mind-“

Jeff: “I’m going to stop you right there bud. I’m fine. Tonight was just another day at the office. I don’t need any damn medical attention, so unless you’ve got some alcohol in that little bag of yours…”

Medic: “Actually…”

Jeff look pleasantly surprised as the man unzips his bag and reaches into it. However, his expression quickly drops when he pulls out a brown, plastic bottle of rubbing alcohol.

Jeff: “Are you fucking serious right now? No seriously...you have got to be joking with me, right? Get the fuck out of here.”

Medic: “Mr. X, please. You just went through an extremely dangerous and physical matchup. If you’d just let me take a quick look at you to-“

Suddenly Jeff stands up and glares at the man with an extremely menacing look. He clenches his fists and takes a few steps forward. The man stops talking immediately and freezes.

Jeff: “I said…get…the fuck…out…NOW.”

Immediately, the man sticks the rubbing alcohol back in his bag and hurriedly makes his way out of the locker room. As soon as the door shuts, Jeff drops his angry expression and sits back down on the bench, once again clutching his ribs and wincing as he does so. He reaches into the gym bag at his feet and pulls out a pack of Marlboro Reds and lights one up. He closes his eyes for a moment and takes a long drag from the cigarette. He exhales a cloud of smoke into the air before speaking to the camera for the first time in that rough southern accent of his.

“The title War Games is pretty accurate. Tonight, SSW and OWA waged an all-out war on one another by selecting five competitors from each company to do battle inside of two rings that were surrounded by steel. It was mayhem. There was carnage everywhere as everyone’s body was battered and bruised. I’ve been around this industry for a long, long time and that was one of the most chaotic experiences of my career….and I fucking enjoyed it. I loved the chaos and the anarchy all around us as everyone destroyed one another. I live for shit like that. But…that being said…OWA came up short tonight. I came up short tonight.”

Jeff shakes his head in disappointment as he takes another hit from his smoke.

“I’m not the type of guy to make excuses…even though there are several glaring reasons I could point to as to why SSW was victorious tonight. But that’s not really my style. So…Strong Style Wrestling, congratulations. You managed to come away with victory tonight against four of the top superstars that OWA has to offer...and Hades too.”

Jeff rolls his eyes at the mention of the man who would wind up being pinned by Aria Jaxon to ultimately lose the match for Jeff and his team.

“Nonetheless, Civil War has now come and gone. And after putting so much energy into this cross-promotional matchup that, ultimately, didn’t even have anything to do with me…the question is, where do I go from here? What’s the next step for Jeff X? Where is my career headed?”

Jeff stands up abruptly, this time not wincing whatsoever. He seems upset at himself for posing these questions. He reaches up to the top shelf of his locker area and pulls out a silver flask, undoing the top and taking a long swig of whatever is inside. He starts pacing back and forth in the room, clearly contemplating the next move for his career. He happens to glance up and stop dead in his tracks as he stares at a bulletin board posted on the far wall of the locker room. Jeff slowly walks over to it and smirks. He grabs one of the various sheets of paper from it and you can see his blue eyes dart back and forth across it as he reads every word. Whatever’s on that paper has clearly garnered his interest.

“Nevermind. I know EXACTLY where I’m headed next…Pendleton, Oregon…to Heaven’s Den Ranch.”

The smile on Jeff’s face grows wider as he takes another sip form his flask, walks back over to the bench, and takes a seat, all the while still staring at the paper.

“It appears that Kenny Drake, Nate Cage, and the Wolvesden are putting on a little free-for-all this weekend on their home turf. No rules. Open to any Alpha on the Kingdom roster. And a hundred thousand dollar prize. Shit, I’m not gonna lie. That’s an awful lot of beer money.”

Jeff flicks his cigarette across the room, clearly not caring that it just landed on the floor.

“But it’s more than just money. The Wolvesden have never been my favorite group of people. That’s no secret. I think they’re all nothing more than pieces of trash that try to use silly fear tactics to scare inferior talent. Hell, I personally can’t wait to sit back, crack open a cold beer, and watch my WarGames teammate, Scott Oasis, rip Kenny Drake’s limbs off of his body one by one…because that day is most certainly going to come sooner rather than later. And Nate Cage? I owe that piece of shit one anyway, so maybe it’s time I stopped by his place and paid him a little visit. So consider this my official entrance into the ‘War of Heaven’ this weekend. I’m sure that Kenny, Nate, and the rest of Wolvesden have all kinds of bullshit up their sleeve. Ready to ruin anybody’s night that dares try to take them up on this open challenge. But as I’ve stated in the past, I’ve seen it all before boys. There’s not a thing that you can throw at me that I won’t be able to handle. My own life has dealt me way worse blows than anything you two could even imagine doing.”

Jeff takes a long swig from the flask and once again winces, but this time not it pain from WarGames but from the taste of whatever hard liquor he’s drinking this time.

“But I’m not naïve. I know that this isn’t going to be a light, breezy walk in the park. After all, it’s not just going to be Wolvesden’s plans and games that I’ll have to contend with. I’m sure there are a whole slew of Alphas on Kindgom that are also planning on showing up to try and fatten up their bank accounts. I mean this event is open to all. I have no idea who’s going to be there or how many of them will be there. Hell, the whole damn roster might show up. And that’s fine. Bring them all on. As a matter of fact, I fucking encourage it. You can line every sorry, piece of shit on this roster up and I will knock them all down one by one. There’s nobody here that I fear and, for that matter, I can only count on one hand those here that I’ve grown to have even a shred of respect for. Bottom line is this…there’s nobody on the Kindgom roster that’s going to stop me from rolling into Heaven’s Den, decimating everything and everyone in sight, and leaving with enough cash to pay my bar tab for at least the next two weeks.”

Jeff takes one last swig before sliding his flask into his bag. He pulls out a white towel and throws in gently over his shoulder. Once again he stands up, still staring at the paper he pulled from the wall.

“Truth is, I’m excited. With most of Team SSW headed back to Japan, I didn’t know what would come next for me, but this? This sounds like something I can get behind. Free reign to inflict as much bodily harm as I’d like to on anyone that shows up? No rules? Just me, taking out a lifetime of frustrations on the skulls of anyone who dares stand in my way…and that includes you, Wolvesden.”

Finally Jeff looks up at the camera with those ice cold, blue eyes of his. He balls the paper up and throws it across the room and reaches down, picking up his gym bag.

“Well I better hit the showers. It’s a long ride to Oregon, after all. Kenny, Cage…hope you two don’t mind if I pop in for a visit. I’ll be seeing you boys real soon.”

Jeff smiles again and heads off towards the shower area to finally get himself cleaned up.

[Fade to Black]

We open inside of a dark room, walls made of cold stone sitting on creaky floorboards, lit only by a single candle. It appears to be the living room of an old, long abandoned cottage as evidenced by the dusty photographs and cobwebs in the far corners of the room. The sound of the wind whistles through the open windows and the candle’s flame is blown out. A brief moment of of pure blackness is interrupted as the door is flung open and a womanly figure stands in the doorway, her hood covering her face. She claps her hands and the room becomes fully lit as two lamps in the windows and the ceiling light flicker on, as well as the fireplace. The woman removes her hood to reveal Amora Ferris. She chuckles as the camera shakes, the recent events evidently surprising the person holding it.

Don’t worry, it’s not real magic. If I were somehow able to perform such witchcraft I wouldn’t be letting you film it. I have clappers installed. It’s a party trick, nothing less… well, except for the fireplace. We’ll keep that one between us. Neat though, isn’t it? Certainly looks like it gave you a fright. Also, the cobwebs you may have noticed… we’re coming up on Halloween and it’d be wrong of me not to decorate accordingly but I digress, that’s not what we’re here to talk about. This week on Odyssey I meet the former Women’s Champion in the ring for the very first time.

Amora closes the door behind her, unclasping her cloak and hanging up on the coat rack. She has large bag in her hands that she places down on the nearby sofa and riffles through it before coming to a fresh deck of playing cards, wrapped with the price tag still on them. She begins to carefully open the packaging as she continues talking.

Having only one match to my name, I’m sure most would call me the underdog as I prepare to do battle with “Sweet” Roxy. Despite my inexperience here on Odyssey I do believe that she’s about to come face to face with a very sour reality. You see, I’m not just some up-and coming rookie with a twinkle in her eye, hoping in vain that I can just waltz on in, beat the best that this company has to offer and become champion. I’m not naive enough to believe that just putting a toothy smile on my face and shaking everyone’s hands is going to get me anywhere, let alone to the top. I’m not evil by any means but I’m far from good either. Stepping on toes has become a habit of mine that I just can’t quite break and, honestly, I don’t intend to try to. It’s got me to where I am, right here, and it got me my victory this past week against YT Matheson. I’m not someone who can be easily manipulated or have my thoughts invaded. No, Rosanna, I am the manipulator and I’m damn good at turning the situations presented to me into the greatest possibly opportunities. Fortunately for me I already have a rather great opportunity lying in front of me simply in pinning your shoulders to the mat. I’ll be honest with you, that does sound tempting enough on it’s own but quite frankly I don’t see why I should stop there. After all, defeating you isn’t just another tally to your loss column, is it? It’s an embarrassment for you. I may not know who your parents are personally -- I’ve never met them -- but I’m sure with how much you’ve talked yourself up as the “The Devil Spawn” and “The Queen’s Reincarnation” that you’ve always been held to an incredibly high standard by them and by yourself. So while I may know myself better, you still look at me as another stepping stone and wouldn’t it be a shame if, for whatever reason, you lost your footing and tripped on this stone? That’s what’ll happen, Rosanna. You’re going to trip and fall hard, face first right onto that canvas with the last thing going through your mind is that you’ve been made victim to the Witch Image.

A stern look has spread across Amora’s face and she seemingly becomes self-conscious, immediately giving an odd look off-camera before giving it a big grin.

Sorry, I did get rather grim there, didn’t I? How about something more light-hearted? Before our little encounter, Rosanna, it’s my understanding that we’re being given the opportunity to dress up for this special Halloween edition of Odyssey and I do actually have a small suggestion for your outfit. It didn’t take me long to think of my own, of course so being the helpful person that I am I thought I would throw a few ideas your way:

How about… a disappointment? Y’know, since that’s already what your fancy wrestling family parents are going to see you as when I knock your block off. Or is that too on the nose? After all, this is meant to be a holiday about fantasy.

What about a baby, obsessed with the acceptance of a manlet who despite being vertically challenged is still above being with a narcissistic, spoilt child? Come to think of it, I think you already did that one when you posted that, uh… interesting picture for Layne.

Give me a second. I have another idea on the tip of my tongue… I just need a second… What about-- hmph, no. Maybe if-- Nah. Perhaps… No, you already look enough like jailbait as it is. Oh, here’s the one! And it really is a good one too. How about you dress up…

AS THE WINNER OF OUR MATCH!

Amora claps and laughs to herself in an exaggerated manner. She slaps her thigh and feigns talking to someone next to her about how good her joke was before looking back to the camera, still laughing.

Doesn’t that sound great?! Those other ones were way too realistic, honestly, and you look like the kind of girl who just loves to experiment. Then again, I suppose it doesn’t really matter, does it? You could dress up as a spooky ghost or a vampire, it makes no difference to the outcome I’m going to ensure. Hell, this is your one night of the year that you can dress up and pretend that you’re the Rosanna that’s still holding the OWA Women’s Championship and didn’t lose it to TyAnna Jupiter yet. I’ll still beat you, Rosanna, because underneath the family name and respected lineage you’re just another spoiled brat who’s got too big for her britches. I think I speak for everyone who spectated Civil War that it’s about time you had some sense slapped into you and I’d be more than honoured to accept that duty.

I know what I’m getting myself into and to prove it I’ll use these cards here to show you.

Her tone having gradually gotten more and more serious once more, it goes unnoticed that Amora has now completely unpackaged the playing cards, having spread them out across the coffee table. She slides each card across, face down, before stopping and flipping up a Queen of Clubs.

This is what you want to be, isn’t it, Rosanna? The princess is all grown up and wants to be a queen. Well, isn’t that a shame…

Amora tosses the card into her fireplace. It’s quickly engulfed by the flames. Amora slides more cards across before landing on the Queen of Hearts.

I just… I feel like your heart really isn’t in it.

Amora throws the Queen of Hearts into the fire now and watches it turn to ash. She does the same again, this time landing on the Queen of Diamonds.

Your mind is elsewhere, perhaps. On TyAnna Jupiter’s Women’s Championship, I suspect. To overlook me would be a grave mistake.

The Queen of Diamonds follows it’s two sisters into the fireplace, leaving only the Queen of Spades which is then picked out and examined by Amora.

You may think that you’re cunning, Rosanna, but you’ve already played into my hand unintentionally. I know much more about you from the past few weeks of watching you on Television than you could ever know about me. You’re selfish and vain and spoilt, three things that are incredibly easy to take advantage of and you can rest assured that I’ll do exactly that. I bet you think you’re so close to regaining the Women’s Championship after stealing the victory at Civil War but I’m going to knock you so far back that your father can tell you how ashamed he is and not have sign those thoughts to you.

Amora flings the final Queen into the fire and watches it burn. She locks her eyes onto the camera again, staring daggers as her face appears callous and sinister.

And when I have you down on your knees, princess, I’m going to turn the fairy tales around and make you kiss this witch’s feet.

Amora chuckles to herself slightly, her elegant smile the last thing the camera sees before it fades to black.

[Natalie is sitting on her office balcony, overseeing her soldiers. She has an intense, pissed off look on her face]

I’m bitter. I’m really fucking bitter. All of this shit, it’s all a fucking lie, isn’t it? I was promised so much and bought into it like a fucking fool. My brother pursued a selfish goal and failed. I had to watch as Kenny Drake barely eked out a win over somebody he was supposed to have already got rid of. Why do I even do this anymore? What am I being offered? I have to deal with Kenny’s psychopathic bitch of a wife while everything I desire doesn’t come to pass. I wasn’t even booked for Civil War…the month before that, I was challenging for the women’s title.

So yeah, I’m bitter. But you know what? That’s alright. It’s a human process. I’ve been through worse; and worse is no doubt on its way. I don’t know how much time I have left in this den. Maybe I would be better on my own, who knows? Nate looked to be on the path to greatness, but he’s never had the same killer instinct as me. I do see something new though, something that interests me very much.

The Goddesses Title, what a mighty fine prize that is. I should have been in that match. Fuck wins and losses, I haven’t been pinned or submitted once. TyAnna Jupiter gets a women’s title and I get fuck all. Bollocks to that. Some cunt owes me my quids in and I’m coming for it. Dulce Torres, you’re a marked woman. When you’re least expecting it, I’ll be there, I’ll be ready to fuck up whatever plans you had for the future little girl. I’ll wreck your shit before you even realise what the fuck happened.

But I’m not gonna get carried away, because I’ve got a lot on my plate. For the third time, I find myself in the main event of Odyssey. Clearly, I’m valued enough for that. Someone’s fucking with me, right? And furthermore, my opponent’s someone I actually fucking like. Go figure. Eris, you’re a crazy bitch and pretty fucking hot, shame I’ve been tasked with rearranging your face, right?

You had a chance at Civil War that I didn’t and threw it away, that pisses me off, I must say. I guess my last multi-woman match for a title didn’t pan out as expected, who gives a shit? Different match, different chance. No two contests are the same, I crave the taste of gold and can’t wait to get my hands on it. Fact of the matter is that this match is one we both could do well to win, ain’t it? You’ve fallen to the back of the line in the title standings now, you need to get a big win to get back on track.

There’s a parallel universe out there where we’re friends. You’re violent, sadistic, uncaring and let’s face it, fucking evil. You’re a psycho cunt and it’s nice to see another woman who stopped giving a fuck a long time ago. Most women fear you, I respect you. You’re prepared to go the extra mile, to punish people who do and say what people expect of them. All this in the name of cleansing. Shit, I’m with you, a good cleanse could do this division some good, it could really shake things up. All these bitches flaunting and strutting their stuff. Give me a fucking break. People like Serenity Scorpio, where’s she at now? I fucked her shit up and that was that, total irrelevance. Gone.

That’s where there’s a bit of a fault line though. You want to cleanse, I want to wreck shop. You can’t go around cleansing everyone, there’d be no one for me to pulverise! Ha! HAHAHAHA! GOOD JOKE, YEAH?! GOOD FUCKING SHIT! THAT’S THE STUFF!

[Natalie stands up and starts pulling at her hair, clumps of it coming out, she aggressively begins to cry]

WHY?! FUCKING WHY?! It’s fucking done, it’s gone, all this shit. My brother fucked me over. My “family” fucked me over. I hate it, I hate it all.

[Natalie carelessly vaults over the balcony and lands on her feet on the ground below, before marching up to the first recruit she sees and tackling him to the floor]

You’re fighting for a lie, rookie! A fucking lie! Kenny Drake doesn’t know what the fuck he’s talking about! Nate Cage is a fucking sheep! This is what you subscribe to! This is the life you chose! I’m not preparing you for anything more than a life of misery! MISERY!

[Two recruits try to pull Natalie off, but she flings them with primal rage into the barbed wire mesh used for crawling under. They howl out in pain]

NATE! NAAAATE! BIG BROTHER! COME BACK! COME BACK! YOU LEFT ME! YOU LEFT ME! I’M SCARED, BIG BROTHER! I’M SCARED!

[Natalie hoists up the grounded recruit]

Why do I fight?! WHY?! Eris has done nothing to me and I feel the urge to hurt her! I want to break her spirit, her body, her mind! I want to reach inside of her and rip out her still beating heart, bite into it and bathe in the arterial spray! I have to fight, I have to win! I have to do this for me! Nobody cares for me, I see it now! I had to stand guard because Kenny Drake can’t fight his own battles. I haven’t benefited from this! You, you’ve received my training for nothing! You have your bed and board and your leader’s bullshit philosophy! WHAT ABOUT NATALIE?! WHY DOESN’T ANYBODY CARE ABOUT NATALIE?!

Eris I…I’m sorry. I really am. I want us to be friends, I want to develop a life beyond these walls. I can’t, it’s too late. I’ve given my all to this place, I can’t start again…I…I have to end you. I have to make you feel pain. You’re what’s keeping me going right now. The world feels so…empty. I am standing in a bare room, facing only you. All I know is that I’ve been instructed to take you out. Why is that so? I don’t want it to be so. But the world doesn’t have room for reluctance. I have to find a way to make you feel the wrath of my rage. My apologies.

[Suddenly, Kenny Drake can be seen from his own balcony, Niki Khan is by his side and is pointing towards Natalie, who looks her recruit dead in the eye]

I guess this is goodbye.

[Natalie hops into her Humvee as Diantha Moreau and Roni De Vil run outside, screaming at Natalie to stay. She looks at them as a tear rolls down her cheek]

Farewell, my lovelies.

[The vehicle darts off with an ungodly growl, smashing through the Heaven’s Den gates. Natalie Cage is gone]

If we fucking deadlines then nothing in OWA is worth accomplishing and I'd make Oasis cum because he is the real fruit.

FUCK A DEADLINE! BIG OASIS BRAND GOES BY ITS OWN RULES!

I've had enough of Team SSW and their bitchassness, I'll tell you what! Come Civil War all of them motherfuckers are getting got, especially three loud mouths in particular: Stark, Aria Jaxon and Andre Virgo.

Stark with his wannabe Michael Jackson looking, Naruto watching, Jacob Senn jobbing, crack smoking, Fridge eating ass.

Aria Jaxon with her Tekashi 6ix9ine light brite having, Beyonce loving, Starbucks drinking, Chipotle eating, weave wearing, lightskinning (IT'S A WORD), OWA betraying, "Aren hasn't left me but my hairline sure" has, dusty looking ass too.

And Andre Virgo is just fruity as fuck so fuck him too. I got my last word, I'm done.

Civil War/Promo No. 1

“Mindless Self-Righteousness”

[The scene opens to a quiet autumn afternoon, as Bull Connors walks through a cemetery with a wreath in his arms. He offers a quick glance to some of the headstones, trying to find one that shared his last name. After a little while of searching, he finally found one. The grave that he’d been looking for. His expression softened and became uncharacteristically somber. He stared at the grave for a moment. Then, taking a deep breath, he placed the wreath he’d been carrying onto the headstone in front of him.]

JAMES PATRICK CONNORS

November 10, 1957 - October 19, 1997

Beloved Father, Brother & Son

[Bull continued to stare at the grave, as the camera gradually zooms out and then fades to black. Until it cuts to Bull sitting on a stool and beginning to speak...]

“To most people, I’m nothing more than a brute. A man who lashes out at everyone around him if he doesn’t get what he wants. An individual who is unapologetically violent and aggressive, without any love or compassion for his fellow man. A monster who feels little to no remorse for having hurt and injured people who were simply in the wrong place, at the wrong time. When these people see me on TV and see the things that I’ve done to other wrestlers, they will not hesitate to make assumptions and judgements about me. Some might assume that I take sadistic pleasure out of hurting people, or that it’s a coping mechanism for some terrible childhood experiences that I had. Funnily enough, they try to justify what I’ve done more than I ever have. It’s because many people, whether they’re willing to admit it or not, enjoy speculating about the lives of others. They like to think that I’m a terrible person through and through. They think of all the terrible things that I’ve done and convince themselves that I’m utterly incapable of being motivated by anything other than selfishness. In the eyes of many, I’m an irredeemably evil and cruel son of a bitch.”

“Does this perception bother me? Is it “painful” to admit those things about myself? Not really. Unlike so many others, I’ve never tried to make excuses for who I am. I’ve never tried to give some weak justification for the things that I’ve done. I never expected people to like or accept me. To me, none of that fucking matters. I do what I do and say what I say, if people have a problem with that, then so be it. I’m not going to lose sleep over someone disliking me. After all, nobody’s perfect. I’m just as flawed as the next guy, the only thing that differentiates me from anyone else in the OWA locker room is that I don’t bother hiding it. I don't put up a facade of being someone that I’m not. What you see is exactly what you’re going to get, and I don’t plan on changing anytime soon. Why? Well, isn’t it obvious? It’s been paying off! All of Roy Rivers’ talk of “teaching me a lesson” and “firing my ass” was just a pathetic attempt to intimidate me. Even though Judas beat me up and satisfied his bloodlust, I left that ring with a rejuvenated sense of purpose. After that night, losing was completely out of the question for me. I don’t want to give that smarmy little prick even the tiniest bit of satisfaction. He’s nothing more than an over-inflated ego with a big yellow streak running down his fucking back and quite frankly, I refuse to be made a fool out of by someone so conniving and gutless. In a way, I’m almost grateful for what he did. Almost. If it weren’t for him, I don’t think I’d have the same level of motivation that I do now. The motivation to accomplish something great and silence anyone who’s ever doubted my talents.”

“A countless number of my opponents have called me a choker, a hype job and someone who isn’t worth being taken seriously. None of these labels really mean anything, considering the fact that most of the people who’ve said such things about me… also haven't accomplished anything. For example, when a man like Christopher Sabretooth tries to write me off as a loser, I can’t help laughing. This is a man who’s accomplished absolutely nothing since he arrived in OWA and is known solely for being a supreme blowhard. Seriously, can anyone think of something worth nothing that he’s accomplished here? I doubt it, but what did I expect? That seems to be a common problem with many of the wrestlers here, so many of them act like they’re God’s gift to professional wrestling with absolutely nothing to show for it. Yet, they’re all too willing to talk shit about me and write me off as a fucking joke. Blow me. It’s the same thing with everybody else I step into the ring with, so please, excuse me for blowing off some steam about this.”

“Regardless, I think it’s time to finally acknowledge the elephant in the room that I’d neglected to talk about.. until this very moment. A man who considers himself to be “righteous”, which is something that I don’t entirely disagree with. After all, it seems that you’ve finally had a change of heart and rediscovered your faith in God. With all of this talk about being reborn and dedicating yourself to spreading his love. Certainly nothing out of the ordinary, right? That is, until I take a step back and remind myself that the person who’s saying this, has already said it before. Not about the Christian God, but about his old friend, a man that many people are familiar with. I’m sure that you already know who I’m talking about, but for the uninformed who don’t know. His name is Kenny Drake, and he was someone that Cage once idolised and praised. Hanging to his every word, as if it were a life or death situation. Then again, after all the things that I’ve heard about them and what they’re willing to do to one another if they don’t meet his standards. Maybe it’s not as far-fetched as I make it out to be. Regardless, I find it strange that you’ve going through such a spontaneous and dramatic change of heart. People don’t just “change” overnight, certainly not to the extent that you’re claiming. A serial killer doesn’t suddenly re-develop a conscience after finding God. Why would a man who’s willingly participated in the torture of innocent people be any different? Why should anyone believe that you’ve genuinely changed as a person? I certainly don’t.”

“Which makes those comments about me being a parasite, someone that you must save and someone who’s just as “lost” as you are. That much more suspicious… and anger-inducing. Let me be perfectly fucking clear with you when I say this. Do NOT compare yourself to me in any way, shape or form ever again. While we’ve been through similar events in our lives, we are NOT the same. Unlike you, I have NEVER abandoned my family. I have never allowed myself to become a “lamb” to someone else. A follower of another man. I have fought for and earned everything that I’ve ever gotten by myself. I’ve never asked for anyone’s help. In the ring and outside of it. I’ve never become so morally bankrupt that I’d willingly sacrifice my loved ones for glory and self-interest. NOBODY has ever done such a heartless act, and then genuinely feels remorse for such a thing. Nobody. Your talk of dedicating yourself to God and becoming a lamb instead of a wolf, is nothing more than that. Talk. All you’ve done is exchange a shepherd that you could see, for one that you can’t. In the end, you are still a lamb. You’ve spread cruelty before, you’re more than capable of spreading it again. Not in the name of Kenny Drake, but in the name of God. Perverting his name and acting like you’ve become a changed man. You are the embodiment of everything that I hate. A man who is disingenuous and cowardly. A self-righteous phony.”

“You may have forgotten what was important to you a long time ago, but I haven’t.”

[Bull gets up from the stool and walks away. The camera fades back to the cemetery, where Bull seems to be mouthing something as he continues to look at the grave with a somber expression. The camera fades to black once again, as he walks away from the grave and wipes something from his eye.]

Cutting

[Mao Ichimichi, Carlos Rosso’s longtime manager and confidant, is roaming around the hotel that The Unchained bought an entire floor for in preparation for their matches coming up at Civil War. All of the other members of the group are accounted for except for….Carlos. Mao frantically darts from room to room, searching for him, when she bumps into Natasha Night.]

Natasha: Hey Mao…

Mao: Hey. Have you seen Carlos? It’s getting a bit late and I’m getting a little concerned.

Natasha: Why? Do you think he’s nervous or something?

Mao: No. Not that. Carlos doesn’t get nervous about much anymore. He has pretty much been in any kind of match imaginable and isn’t really one to feel much fear. I’m just worried he ran off and got himself into some sort of trouble.

Natasha: What do you mean?

Mao: He’s fucking insane sometimes. I guess that’s the best way to put it.

[Mao and Natasha turn towards a nearby door that creaks open. The figure opening it can’t be seen, but the presence immediately makes Mao uneasy.]

????: Why all the racket?

Mao: I’m looking for Carlos. Have you seen him?

????: No. But I did overhear him talking earlier to one of the other lads. He said something about going to Central Park with an axe….

[Mao and Natasha exchange confused glances with one another.]

????: Maybe he was in a mood to do a little killing. It’s a perfect night out for such things. Anyway...my rest is important. Keep the noise down.

Mao: You don’t tell me anything to do, you understand? Carlos went out on a limb bringing you out of that dungeon in Indiana they call a prison. You screw us over with your nonsense or give anyone a hard time, I’ll make sure not only you go back but you never see the light of day again.

????: ………..

[The door slams shut. Mao immediately makes a run for the elevator, leaving a confused Natasha standing by the door of the mystery man.]

About an hour later.

[Mao finally catches up to Carlos deep in the wooded area of Central Park. There he’s wearing a red flannel shirt and jeans, wielding an axe, cutting at a nearby tree. She looks on completely confused for a moment as Carlos continues wailing away.]

Carlos: Is something the matter?

Mao: No. I was just making sure everyone was aware of the plans for tomorrow and in their rooms. Even HE was obedient enough to stay out of trouble.

Carlos: I doubt he’ll get himself involved tomorrow. We probably won’t need him after all.

Mao: Carlos, it’s almost midnight. Why the hell are you out here in a horrible flannel shirt chopping wood. Do you think you’re actually some kind of lumberjack?

Carlos: Yes.

Mao:....ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS!?

Carlos: Metaphorically. You see, all of these trees. There’s a good four or five that I’ve cut down, you see? Think of it like this: A lumberjack of old would just go out there with his axe, finding the best trees he could for whatever he was doing. Lumber, furniture, logs for a cabin, whatever. He’d find the best, healthiest trees and cut them down. I think of myself now as a lumberjack of sorts. I find something….I take my axe….and I swing...AND I SWING….AND I SWING….until it comes tumbling down.

[Carlos takes another swing with his axe, felling another tree.]

Mao: You are really losing it this time.

Carlos: I’m fine, Mao. Really. Just make sure that everyone knows their positions. Kenny will not be a problem. He is the one that’s dipping into insanity. HE is the one who is obsolete. HE is the one that is the dinosaur. He even said I give myself championships I heard at one of his “congregational meetings”. Who does he think I am? Jacob Senn? Ryan Adams? CM Nas? Everything in my life I have earned with these two hands right here. Splintered, charred, scarred, whatever. These two hands have built my own wrestling empire. And these two hands will destroy everything that the Wolvesden stand for.

Mao: We owe them for what happened to get you kicked off Kingdom. At least for that much. The odds are in our favor now...because the numbers are more or less even. You have quite the gift for persuasion when you want to use it, Carlos.

Carlos: Persuasion has nothing to do with it. I am the only one who bothers to speak truth to the young punks coming up in the wrestling world. These boys and Natasha in the Unchained, they just happened to listen. And they realize that ultimately we have a common enemy in the wolves. Look at them. They prey on people like Tarah and Diantha and all those other rejects. Make them feel special. Make them feel like they are achieving some great aim. Everything about that group ought to be destroyed. Burnt out and eradicated like a disease.

Mao: I don’t think they understand that you have been recovering from injuries. You are not irrelevant. Oh, no. You’re an asshole and a bit crazy...but you’re not irrelevant. You’re patient.

Carlos: There is one fundamental difference between Kenny and myself. He NEEDS his wolves. He NEEDS to thrive off the energy of mindless, subservient morons. I simply need my own two hands, a sharp instrument, and forest to clear. I don’t NEED anyone, but by aligning myself with what will become the most dangerous force in the wrestling world, I just made an unfair fight even more unreasonable. He knows that in a one on one situation that he is not on my level. He’s just another tree, waiting to be cut down….used for firewood or whatever purpose I see fit.

[Mao walks over to Carlos, grabbing his chin before giving him a hard slap to the face, which doen’t even make him flinch. It only makes him chuckle.]

Mao: Destroy them.

Carlos: I will. I think it’s time to remind all of these miserable little cubs that I am the strongest.

Mao: What...what if she gets invovled. You know she’ll be otu there, Carlos. She’s still….

Carlos: I know. And if she is out there with them, she will be crushed just like them. My family has no place for WEAK LINKS. My army has no place for traitors. In fact, if anyone takes the little bitch out, I’ll pay them myself.

[Turning away from Mao Carlos finds another tree to chop down.]

Ya llegó el tiempo para mi victoria. Ever since I destroyed Kevin Devastation, I’ve been a hot commodity on Kingdom. Ese idiota Vernon Tressler had to get on his knees and beg me to join his lousy roster in order to defeat these SSW chumps. It surprises me that it look Vernon this long to realize he had a game-changer on his roster, but that’s none of my business. Why did I have to continue to show my value when it’s already been well established that I’m one of Kingdom’s top guys? I’ve been at the top of my game for a while now and I believe that things should be handed to me because of that. That isn’t me being spoiled or arrogant; I think it’s only fair to give your top guys the same opportunities. I’ve sat around watching people who weren’t doing anything for the past couple of months get world title opportunities. While I’ve wanted to go into Vernon’s office and beat some sense into him, Narcisa has told me to calm down and wait for us to cease the ultimate opportunity. With this big chance to prove myself coming into my lap, I believe this is what she was talking about. Vernon is so focused on being the best that he’d defy his “morals” and “good sportsmanship” just so he’d be featured on some fictional pedestal. He’s even got his dickriders Scotty Adams and Isaac Thornton moping and crying about not being in this irrelevant match. But my job here is continuing to make him believe this match has some sort of value. Winning this match will force him to view me in a different manner, whether he likes that or not. While he’s stroking his achievements off, I will take my place and make Kingdom MY brand. I could give less of a damn about this inferior, overseas gym promotion. They can keep their “strong style” and “five star matches” and watch what I can do in the big leagues. It’s surprised me that some of the guys featured on OWA TV have decided to “backstab” us and side with SSW. All that tells me is that they’re idiots for being in a promotion that will never allude to anything. On the other hand, they’re also being big suckups just so they can get some extra attention from their irrelevant managers. If they really wanted to be someone, they would put this war aside and focus on what really matters here; the OWA World Title. This is why I don’t get that mentality; none of this will matter in a week. Everyone will move forward with their lives and focus on what’s truly important; winning titles and claiming the brass rings for their respective divisions. While it may seem that I’m not doing that, trust me I am. Why announce that I’m going for Finn’s world title when I can clearly sneak in and take what’s mine when he’s at his weakest? They’re morally incorrect but I’ve never admitted to being a good guy like my boss has, yet he’s just as bad of a man as me. I hate those who aren’t clear with their intentions and pretend to be on some high horse.

Yes, I may be on a team but that doesn’t mean I give a damn about who they are and what they want to accomplish in this match. All I want is a victory to push myself forward in the food chain and to watch the enemy from nearby. None of these fools are allies of mine; we’ve just agreed to work against the enemy for an insignificant amount of time. We are basically being forced to so Vernon can live his wet dream of feeling like he’s good enough. More importantly, how can I trust any of them when they’ll probably turn their backs on each other once this petty bullshit is done with? I’ll just do my job and continue my merry way, expecting for a confrontation with each of these guys at some point in the future. That isn’t to say that these men aren’t talented, but they’re just not as talented as El Capitan and definitely not as smart as me, either. Maybe I’ll have to be the one who steps up and leads the time to victoria because a lot of these guys are beneath me. Even Scott Oasis, a man who has held world title gold in the past isn’t as qualified as I am. I’ve lead cartels yet he couldn’t beat a Kanye wanna-be at the biggest FPV of his damn life. Jeff X isn’t on my level and has so much work to even be in a list next to me, but I’m sure he’s too busy drinking his beer on his couch, watching some sisters and brothers fucking. Hades, you’re basically the same but you’re bald, uglier and definitely involve mothers and fathers in those kind of videos, guey. Judas is just some guy I forgot existed because he’s wasting his time on the B-brand. Keep playing with the minor leagues after this kid because you’ll be playing with the big league players tomorrow night. I hope this convinces you to finally move away from that place of inferiority! You can tell your world champion that while you’re at it, since you’re more likely to be his busboy than a world title contender, puto. Don’t be offended by the truth mis amigos, I just want you scraps of trash to recognize your places in the grand scheme of things. Vernon may think you’re golden but you’re all definitely a darker shade of shit. Don’t even get me started on our second rate opponents because even you guys can defeat them. Is this really what SSW has to offer on their front, because if so I’m absolutely disappointed by that. We got some hippie, wannabe dollar-store version of Beyonce, another guy with a mask and uhhh...some guy who listens way too much to George Michael. Give me a drink Narcisa, because this is making me want to give pity on some fools, mija.

Aria Jaxon, the mujer who barely beat me because she luckily fell on me and didn’t actually beat me for certain. You’ve gotta remember that I took you to your limit and had you fallen first, I would’ve pinned you. It doesn’t surprise me that you’re no longer a world champion because all that hair dye is seeping into that small head of yours. You’re probably all cocky, expecting to put up your baby-sized hands, expecting to pick up another win over me, but let me tell you something important nina. This is a whole other kind of match where I plan to fuck you up worse than anyone else here, because I think it’s right about time that I take my win back in a very bloody fashion. I don’t even know if Stark is too busy rummaging through the fridge, trying to tend to his munchies. I swore that you retired a few months ago, but you seem to be as bad as Kevin Devastation at this point mijo. You’re trying to defend your company’s honor knowing that you couldn’t keep up with OWA’s best, so what makes you think that you’ll pick up any sort of W? You’ve tried so hard but you don’t seem to the type to garner significant results, so maybe that’s why you retired. You don’t have the chops to be in a war games match with me nino. At this rate, I would highly recommend you to see one of my dealers for some weed because you have no place in this kind of match, “man”. Andre Virgo is some sort of fool, walking around like he owns both promotions with his “swagger” and eccentric movements. You don’t fool me in any way pinche guey, so I’d recommend you get away from my way. I’ll easily rip you into shreds and send you back like the basic bitch that you are because I’m ese cabron. I don’t like fucking around in this ring and if you saw what I’ve done to my opponents, you’re in for quite the treat. You may hold some gold on your waist but if it doesn’t have Omega on it, I’m not interested. To me, it’s like you’re holding some paperweight, trying to make yourself look like a big deal around here. It also doesn’t help that you’re in Olympus, so I send my regards to Roy Rivers. You and your friend Judas will sadly have to go back to the OWA’s Daycare brand. And then we have the masked man, who I’m more than glad to rip off his mask just like that! I generally don’t know who the fuck you are, solidifying the truth that SSW’s team are just a bunch of chumps, not qualified to even be in such a big promotion’s FPV. All I know is that I’m approaching the time to take off my gloves of patience and allowing my fists of uncontrolled violence to lead me to these future carcasses. I will ask my pastor to pray for you all because the only place you will all be heading to el infierno. These two rings won’t be able to contain us and at the end of the day, the strongest will rise above the pack. Believe in what El Capitan says because I’ve never been wrong in mi vida. Victory is not an option to me, rather it is the only way to go forward in my plans to dominate OWA.

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“The Omega Wrestling Alliance.”

The scene opens up to what appears to be the inside of a small, cheap hotel room. Empty beer can and bottles litter the place and cigarette smoke floats near the ceiling. OWA Superstar and War Games participant, Jeff X, sits on one of the two beds that are likely both covered in dirty sheets. He’s dressed in a scuffed up pair of work boots, a dusty pair of Levi’s jeans, and a plain white t-shirt that’s had it’s sleeves cut off. As usual, the camouflage Realtree hat is upon his head and an old pair of dog-tags hang from the chain around his neck. He’s looking at the box television in front of him that’s going over the day’s college football games, but you get the sense that he’s not actually paying any attention to it. He puffs on the Marlboro Red that hangs from his lips and takes a sip from the Bud Light held firmly in his left hand before continuing.

“The OWA. The company that in a very short amount of time has established itself as one of, if not THE, premier wrestling organization on the planet. The company that just a few months ago added myself to its roster. The company that gave me my second chance at the one of the very few things in my life that I’ve ever been passionate about.”

Jeff takes a long swig from his bottle and shakes his head, laughing slightly.

“You see, contrary to the belief of my competitors, I am not some up and coming rookie in this business. I started out in this industry a very long time ago…back when I was the hot, up and coming superstar that they claim I am today. I made a choice one night in a bar that was misguide and ultimately brought my career to, what I assumed at the time, to be its sad conclusion. However Bob Taylor, Vernon Tressler, and the OWA apparently saw something in me to give me a second chance at resurrecting my career. While I’m no old enough as well as experienced enough to know that management will never value me as anything more than an addition to their bottom line, I can’t help but feel grateful for the opportunity they present me to once again do the one thing I still care about in my life. Stepping through that curtain, hearing the fans who’ve paid their hard-earned money to be there, walking down that aisle, stepping into that ring, and pouring my heart, blood, sweat, and everything else I have to give out in order to put on a show for the people that actually make this whole wrestling thing happen…it’s a feeling...an adrenaline rush that I just can’t describe. OWA gave me another chance to be able to do that once again. For that I’ll be eternally grateful. It’s why I didn’t hesitate when Vernon Tressler asked me if I wanted to be a part of this matchup. While the amount I care about my opponents, or even my teammates for that matter, ranges from very little to none at all, I have a great respect for the chance that OWA has presented me at this stage in my life. So I consider this my opportunity to give back to this company in some small way at least. I’m extremely proud and honored to represent this company at War Games and I will, as always, give everything I have to ensure that I come out victorious.”

Jeff takes what, at this point, is just a cigarette butt from his mouth and sticks it into one of the various empty beer cans at his feet.

“I honestly hold no ill will towards Strong Style Wrestling. I’ve seen the shows they put on and I know that they have a tremendous amount of talent over there. Hell, a lot of those guys and girls also compete here in OWA. In the extremely competitive world of professional wrestling, they are an ally to our company and I haven’t forgotten that. I hope that they manage to stay afloat and prosper for many, many years…but, at the same time, I am not going to let them walk into Madison Square Garden and gain more notoriety by defeating the OWA. I don’t care how badly you all are trying to keep your company afloat, I will not let you do so by claiming that you defeated the best the OWA has to offer.”

Jeff finishes what’s left of his beer and gets up from the bed. He walks over to the black mini-fridge that sits next to the entertainment center and opens it up, grabbing another bottle. He goes directly back to the bed and sits down, twisting the top off of his fresh Bud Light and letting it fall to the carpet.

“To be honest I really don’t know a whole lot about my opponents or my own teammates. Hell, combined I’ve only actually ever met three of the people involved in this matchup. But I’ve kept a close eye on everyone and honestly, I don’t see why Team SSW are so confident coming into this bout. I mean if you would all humor me…let’s take an individual look at every single competitor they bring to the table.”

Jeff grabs the pack of Marlboro’s that sit on the bed, directly to his left, and lights one up, spewing a heavy cloud of smoke into the already smoky room.

“We can start with Andre Virgo. I won’t lie, the man is entertaining. Hell, he’s the longest reigning SSW Junior Heavyweight Champion in history. That’s impressive, I won’t lie. But tell me this…what does that say about your organization as a whole compared to ours, that the man who has held a championship literally longer than anyone else in the history of that company has accomplished exactly zero things here? He’s tried and tried for so long, but Andre Virgo has always been an absolute nobody during his entire stint in OWA. He’s nothing more than an absolute shit-stain on the underwear of this company and the fact that he’s a star in SSW should tell you all you need to know about any kind of comparison between SSW and OWA. And as for the Apparition?”

Jeff again slightly chuckles to himself as he hits his smoke and takes another sip from his beer.

“Apparently I’m supposed to be impressed by this man’s resume. But the fact of the matter is that I don’t care if he’s won every single title in the history of this industry, at the end of the day he’s apparently not a very likeable guy, because half of his own team hates his guts. Apparition, you walked into an unwinnable situation. Nearly every competitor in that ring is either trying to beat the living shit out of you, or would not at all be upset watching you get the living shit kicked out of you. Apparition, if you make one single mistake tomorrow, it won’t only be me and my guys that you’ll have to deal with, but I highly doubt Virgo or Aria will take too kindly to it either. Face it, there is no way in hell that you three will be able to work together. That in the end will eliminate any threat that your delusional mind thought you would pose to me.”

After another drink, Jeff presses on.

“Then there’s Stark. The man who literally just yesterday went on an entire tangent about what Judas had to say. Jesus Christ, Stark, does it really bother you THAT much what Stark said about you? Did he get under your skin THAT fucking much? That alone tells me that I don’t have anything to worry about when it comes to you. You will, foolishly, go for Stark as soon as that bell rings and…here’s where I’d normally tell you that would be your downfall. I’d tell you that while you exert so much energy on him that myself or one of my teammates would capitalize on the situation and put you down. But you know what? We don’t have to. If you gun for Stark at the beginning of this matchup then I have no doubt in my mind that he is absolutely better than you are. He will make you immediately regret ever agreeing to this match. Oh and to answer your little questions…who will remember STARKMAN’s run more than your actual run? Who doesn’t care about your prior accomplishments? Who thinks you’re the butt of the joke? Well, Stark, look me dead in the eyes son.”

For the first time, Jeff locks his cold blue eyes directly on the camera.

“The answer to every single one of those questions…is ME.”

Jeff smiles for a moment, but he takes another drink and his expression immediately becomes stoic again.

“Which brings me to the last known opponent of yours…Aria Jaxon.”

Once again, Jeff drinks from his bottle as if it was the first sip of alcohol he’s had in years.

“Aria is the one member of Team SSW that I have come to have respect for. Hell, she’s the only member that I’ve even met before. It was a mere month ago that I stepped into the ring with her and I came up on the short end of the stick. I underestimated you then, Aria, but I swear to you I won’t do it again. You can brag all you want to about how you defeated me once, and you should…hell, you earned it. But you know as well as I do that I took you to your absolute limit and you know exactly how much of a threat I am inside that ring. I won’t lie though, Aria…I’m a real fan of yours at this point. After personally experiencing your in-ring psychology and seeing how you compose yourself when it comes to this sport, I was genuinely looking forward to teaming with you for this matchup. When Vernon first pitched this whole WarGames idea to me, I was supposed to be joining you in the fight against SSW. But, in the end, you decided to stick with your faction and represent SSW. I can respect that kind of loyalty. And I’ve already gone over how I respect your abilities. But despite all of that…you made the wrong choice. You could have stood side by side with me and ended your night in victory, but instead you will now once again go head to head with me. Only this time I’m not going to take you lightly just because you’re a female. This time, if you want to step into a man’s world then I’m going to treat you like a man. I will beat the ever living shit out of you just like I would do to any other competitor that steps between those ropes. And I’m not just doing it to prove that I’m better than you. I’m doing it to prove that you made the wrong decision. After tomorrow, you’re whole faction will question while you are even in charge and you have absolutely nobody to blame for it but yourself. You could have chosen the winning team.”

Jeff now drinks everything that’s left in his bottle and, once again, walks over to the fridge and grabs another. Once he returns to the bed, he continues.

“The last member of Team SSW is someone we don’t even know. Every member of their team has hyped them up as somebody we’re supposed to be afraid of. Well, you’ll have to forgive me, but where I come from, if you want to fight someone then you let them know first. If this motherfucker doesn’t even have the God damn balls to let us know who he is that I, by no mean, and in any way worried about him. Tomorrow, he will surprise us all by finally revealing his identity and my teammates and I will surprise him by sending him directly back into anonymity.”

At this point, the cigarette Jeff was smoking is now finished. He drops the butt into the empty bottle he was just drinking from and immediately lights another.

“Speaking of my teammates, I feel like maybe I should discuss them a little bit more. It’s no secret that we either don’t know each other, or we don’t like each other. I’ll be the first to admit that this team wasn’t one built out of chemistry. More out of necessity. But the powers that be here did a damn fine job picking out five of the toughest son of a bitches this industry has to offer today. Might as well take it one by one again, right?”

Jeff takes a long drag from his smoke and several huge gulps from his bottle. It’s almost like he believes his chances of victory at Civil War rise as long as his B.A.C. does.

“I guess we should start with Hades the Hellraiser. A guy I’ve never once had the opportunity to meet considering he competes on an entirely different brand. But…and keep in mind that I genuinely dislike almost everyone on this planet…if there’s one member of this roster that I wouldn’t mind sharing a beer with…it’s definitely Hades. If there one thing I can get down with…it’s raising hell. And, I mean, come on…it’s literally a part of his name.”

Jeff smirks slightly and has another taste of his alcoholic beverage.

“Then we have Judas, another man who I have actually yet to have the pleasure of meeting. He fancies himself a monster and I’ve watched the tape…he may not be wrong in that assessment. The entire SSW team has been downplaying this man, but I feel like that’s where you’re falling right into his trap. Just listening to his words, this man wants to hurt you. He wants nothing more than to cause you physical pain. I’m going to enjoy nothing more than to have the best seat in the house to watch him do just that.”

This time, Jeff doesn’t even worry about dropping his cigarette butt in an empty bottle. This time he just flicks it across the room. He drinks again and presses on.

“CASPIAN is the next name on my list of partners. This is a man I’ve faced off against before. And he was victorious. Granted he had to resort to cheap ass means to do so, but he was in fact the winner. It’s no secret that I don’t like CASPIAN. I think he’s one of the fakest, pieces of shit in our locker room, but I know, from first hand experience, that once that bell rings…he’s all business. So, for one night only…I’m willing to put my own beer with CASPIAN aside to ensure that Team OWA is victorious. Monday morning, I’ll go right back to despising him, but for now…he’s a teammate.”

Jeff takes another large gulp of beer and continues.

“Last, but certainly not least we have Scott Oasis. This is a man I’ve interacted with a few times in the last few weeks. I know he doesn’t want to be in this match. He’d rather have Kenny Drake. I can’t blame him. He SHOULD have Kenny Drake. And personaly, I can’t wait to watch him rip Kenny Drake limb from limb. But he assured me that he’d have his head in this match and you know what? I believe him. He has the credibility and has earned my trust based on what he’s done in his career. If there’s anyone I can count on in this match, it’s him. He’ll get Kenny in November, and I doubt he’ll need it, but if he does need help then I am willing to lend and hand because I know that group is a fraud just as much as anyone does.”

Jeff kills everything that was left in his bottle and, again, stares the camera dead in the eye.

“Strong Style Wrestling…at the end of the day you should be thankful, because your whole company is about to prosper. Not because you’re going to be successful. But because you are going to get to share the ring with Hades, Judas, CASPIAN, Scott Oasis, and myself. For that, all I can say is…you’re welcome.”

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) October 20th 2018, 11:57 pm by **Nas**

When I constructed the OWA Omega Heavyweight Championship from my own two hands. I carved this championship into existence and forged what it’s entire legacy would be with my blood, my sweat, and my tears. The OWA Omega Heavyweight Championship dare I say is almost like a third baby of mine! Month in and month out, Week in and week out, hell even Day in and day out...I waged a whole array of different wars over the Big Silver Championship here! From my initial car crash of a contest with Miltiades and my upcoming opponent for Civil War whom I’ll get to in a bit at Hardcore Havoc. Ya know, the first EVER Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match in the entirety of the Omega Wrestling Alliance. Also noteworthy for being the first contest a World Championship was up for as well as simultaneously being the first defense for the now record setting reign of mine as the longest reigning Champion of ANY KIND in OWA History! But I was far from over at that point. That was merely the beginning of my history setting ways. My major contributions to the entire Professional Wrestling Landscape as we know it are ongoing. I am making history as we speak in this very moment and will continue to do so until the very day I hang up my boots for good...which I promise you at this rate, ain’t happening any time soon! But back to my dominant reign as the OWA Omega Heavyweight Champion...where was I? Oh yes of course, how could I forget. Next I fended off that hyena Stark at Game Over and indeed it marked the end for the Psychedelic One at my feet! But after him came my one true test. The one man who would define what a CM Nas World Championship contest would be all about. And something I am hoping this upcoming matchup can recreate and possibly even overshadow the magic that was captured at Boiling Point. I had the best goddamn match of my entire life against Miltiades! He was truly a one of a kind talent, easily the flag bearer for this industry in a couple years time once he fully comes into his own. And quite possibly the toughest son of a bitch I have ever had the pleasure of stepping into the ring with. Miltiades and I threw everything at each other! QUITE LITERALLY! I held back absolutely nothing and he did the exact same which I am thankful to him for. We put on what I would consider the single greatest Wrestling match in the entirety of the history of the Omega Wrestling Alliance. Not without competition from other high tier contests, but this one stands out above all others and I don’t think anyone could argue with me with the exception of their own personal biases for a different contest. Not to say it was a breeze to take the claim of best match ever either, we naturally worked our asses off, which is something guys like Miltiades and especially myself thrive on! When I first claimed World Championship gold in this industry...hell even before I came close to holding World Championship gold, I told the entire world exactly what my goals were as Champion and the legacy I would carve out for the entirety of the Professional Wrestling Landscape. I proudly proclaimed I would be the type of champion who would take on anyone and everyone title match or no title match and give them the absolute goddamn match of their careers, and for several men I can definitely boast that. My goal was never to better my own personal stock as Champion because that is so cookie cutter and such a damaging act to the credibility of the Wrestling World and to the locker room as a whole. My goal was the exact opposite. To give all of these guys opportunities someone like myself was not afforded as I should have been for my talent level when I was a young man like them. I had to scratch, claw, and grind my way to the top not to the praise of my higher ups, but despite all of the constant setbacks and attempts to keep me down from reaching my full potential! But I broke through in spite of what I was constantly told was my glass ceiling and broke down all sorts of barriers in the sense that any of you can achieve the exact same level of success I have if you work hard enough for it on a constant basis. Look at men and women like Finnegan Wakefield, Scotty Adams, Gareth Cason, Heart and Seoul’s Hunter Goodwin and Koji Soo-Don, TyAnna Jupiter, Azumi Goto, Savannah Sunshine, and the list goes on and on and on. These people grabbed the bull by the horns and did not let go until claiming the glory they so desired for so long! And they deserve to be proud of what they’ve accomplished. I am happy to have either directly or indirectly played a part in the success of each and every single one of these people and I look forward to seeing how far they go in both the near and far future! Removed from Boiling Point with Miltiades, the very next thing I did was take on Nobi, the most lovable man in the world, in a Last Man Standing match at Burning Sky. And once again I gave a man who has given so much to this business and not received quite as much back from it a highlight career match that he can look back on a be proud he fought his heart out in and ya know what? He fuckin should be! Nobi’s never say die attitude and unbreakable will are the stuff of legends! The man was a machine in the ring and made me fight for my life! In the end I stood tall though and once again thanked the man for an unbelievable contest that neither of us will forget anytime soon, and hopefully you all do not as well.

But finally that brings me to the big point of discussion here. Civil War! The huge night of the year where Omega Wrestling Alliance invites all of the talent from Strong Style Wrestling over and they have a plethora of matches to determine who is the best company and who reigns the best amongst their divisions. Kai Stevens and Layne Kurobane, Heart and Seoul versus the One True Pairing, and of course Finnegan Wakefield going one on one with Jaydayne Pendragon! All of those sound like must see encounters, and I most certainly agree. But the match to look out for as being the absolute best on that night will no doubt be produced by yours truly, most especially when you consider who my opponent is. That’s right...it only took over an entire goddamn year, but FINALLY Jacob Senn and I will finally clash after EVERYTHING that has gone on between us over the months. From my determination to prove I am the number one wrestler in the planet to Jacob Senn’s irrational hatred of me for something I had no relation to. For those of you that are unaware of the storied blood feud between Jacob and myself, allow me to tell you how things happened. In our former place of employment, he and I eventually ended up on the same brand and fought in multiple matches for contendership for the world championship. I had all of the respect in the world for the man as a performer and a man. I did not agree with all of his morals, but I DID have respect for the man for fighting for what he believed in before turning his attention towards me. We nearly paired up and went after the Tag Team Championships and very easily could have been the winning team. There’s no doubt in my mind about any of that when you look over our resumes and abilities inside of this ring. However Senn and I ended up in multiple contests where we were pitted against one another and after defeating Jacob in some very heated contests multiple times...well he did not react well after awhile...and I tried to reconcile with him even after he beat me senseless with a steel chair and cost me multiple opportunities at world championships and other major achievements. Other men such as Nico Borg and Scott Oasis did not make things any easier as they also desired to set me back for constant failure, but Senn was ALWAYS the main man behind the constant assaults and antics to keep me held back from becoming a World Heavyweight Champion in this industry. However my one goal in this business has always been to prove that no matter what kind of restrictions or setbacks anyone tries to place on you, YOU CAN ACHIEVE WHATEVER YOU SET YOUR MIND TO DESPITE WHAT ANYONE SAYS IS YOUR GLASS CEILING! Jacob if you truly believe that I am nothing like my former self then you clearly have no sense of attention whatsoever. I have and always have been the same guy. At my core I am still just a kid who is motivated by all of these people as well as all of those back their in that locker room looking for an inspiration to keep them going when they get into ruts or lost in the shuffle! What you fail to see Jacob is the reason I acted the way I did to men like Miltiades and Stark was simply because I wanted to antagonize them to drag out the best goddamn match outta them. Light a fire underneath them to motivate them to give me the best challenge possible! Clearly you did not pay attention during my encounter with Nobi. That would have told you for sure that I am still the same guy despite how much has changed since we first became mortal enemies! I understand you were dealing with Miltiades in an Ironman Match, but at the same time...you should have been watching me much closer to truly understand what you’re up against come Civil War. It seems after becoming a chairman and taking a bit of a backseat Senn, I would say your senses seem to be dulling Jacob. From my observation you don’t quite seem to be the same guy you used to be in your prime Senn. I think the most insulting and disgusting thing you stated was calling ME a hypocrite when you have been a hypocrite for at LEAST one whole year now! HOW DARE YOU! WHERE DO YOU GET OFF MAKING SUCH STATEMENTS! YOU WERE PISSED THAT A MORE SENIOR MEMBER OF THIS INDUSTRY BEAT YOU ON A BIG STAGE! AND THEN YOU TURN RIGHT AROUND AND BEGIN ANTAGONIZING ME FOR BEATING YOU IN A STRAIGHT UP FAIR CONTEST! AND YOU’VE HELD ONTO THIS GRUDGE FOR OVER AN ENTIRE YEAR! HOW ANYONE COULD POSSIBLY SEE YOU AS THE GOOD GUY IN THIS SITUATION I COULD NEVER UNDERSTAND CONSIDERING EVERYONE WAS AND MOST PEOPLE STILL ARE BEHIND ME AFTER ALL OF THIS TIME! I respect everything you have accomplished everything in this industry Jacob. But after every attempt I made to make peace with you and put all of this behind us for the better of the entire world of Professional Wrestling and you denying it every single time for the sake of this personal grudge and your hurt pride...I have realized there’s no way of making you see what is right and what is wrong. Your perception of good versus evil is so warped, it’s not even funny! It is just sad! The simple fact is Senn, I am everything that I say I am. The Absolute Best that there has ever been! No contest! And I will finally move you aside Jacob and defeat you in emphatic fashion! Once I am through with you I will be able to move on to a new chapter of my career taking on young upstarts like Bull Connors, Gareth Cason, Christopher Sabertooth, etc. And I hope when this final confrontation is over Senn, you finally are able to admit defeat and let go of this and move on to a new chapter of your own career. In the end Jacob Senn, there’s only one word to describe how all of this will end for you…

HAKAI!

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Waiting until the final hour? I expected nothing less from cowards like the so-called “stars” OWA employs. As far as I am concerned I have no reason to respect any of my opponents. You all lack honor and you all lack talent. A ragtag bunch of egos thinking they stand any chance against the greatest athletes in the world. We send our best and you send Judas and Oasis? Give me a break. All Oasis has done his entire career is bet on the fact that being a musclebound freak will intimidate, immobilize, and overwhelm his opposition. While André Virgo utilizes aura and breath stealing excellence to magnify his already massive… presence. And to be so simple minded that Scottert believes that me being a champion only represents a single division. When you expand your perspective across the stars to see that André Virgo has beaten OWA champions across the board you realize that this belt represents so much more than a single division. Especially when that division doesn’t exist. There is no Junior Heavyweight requirement to challenge for my title, obviously since if there was I would be above the cut off. The “Junior” merely acknowledges that at inception this belt was meant to be seniored by the Puroresu championship. However after traveling across the land and beating some of the best in the land I’d proclaim that I have raised this belt above that prestige and made this the most valuable prize in the world. Name a champion which has reigned longer than André Virgo! To my knowledge no relevant championship has been held for so long. I am the most dominant talent carrying gold anywhere in the world, a flavor of gold that I don’t recall anyone on team OWA tasting in recent memory if at all. That may be because team OWA is not a team of stars, it’s a team of scrubs… and HASBEENS.

As for Judas, this fantasy you have that I can simply be a representation of light or dark when I am a spectrum of every color in the rainbow, every star in the sky, and every galaxy in the cosmos. The fantasy you have that you could ever bend or break something like me just goes to show how much I am something that your mortal mind is incapable of comprehending. That I am something that OWA’s audience can possibly comprehend with their third grade education. You all demand my respect as you show me nothing but disrespect! Even entertaining the idea that the five of you put together can match the talent in my left ring finger. Let alone the talent of me, plus The Apparition, plus Stark, plus former Puroresu Heavyweight Champion Aria Jaxon, plus any mystery opponent; to think you stand any chance is spitting in face of any form of respect.

You want to waste my time by trying to insinuate that you even deserve my presence? I walked out of OWA and willingly come back and this is what I get!? You should all be thanking me! You should all be at my feet worshipping me and begging for my forgiveness! Then to have the audacity. The. Aw. Dacity! To say that I should not only show you respect but fear you!? You make me sick. You, your roster, your board, your fans, and your company do nothing but disgust!...

ANDRÉ!!!..

VIR!!!...

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You know what. You scum don’t deserve it.

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CHAPTER TEN,
PART THREE:
this fire burns

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----Often, the sound of a fire crackling is welcomed as a relaxing ambiance. Fireplaces having a place in homes serve to illustrate this consistent connotation. When the sound of a fire crackling is unwelcomed, however, is when fire is at its most lethal.
----Seated behind a fire burning in a black firepit in his family’s Long Island home, just a forty minute train ride from Penn Station beneath Civil War’s hosting venue, is none other than SSW Heritage Champion Kai Stevens.
----He leans forward in his seat, resting his elbows on his knees while his jaw is clenched tightly. The Envoy of the End stares into the fire, its shapes dancing in its reflection on the surface of his eyes. Drawing a deep breath inward through his nostrils, Stevens seems deep in thought. When he interlocks his fingers just above hip level in his widened, seated pose, he swallows and wets his lips, allowing his madly methodical malice to make its way into the Autumn air.
----“You say that some fires... Burn brighter than others,” he begins with chilling calculation. “You do it while speaking on subjects for which you have no knowledge, no experience, Layne. You do it while speaking of expectations. You mustn’t have listened when I gave Finnegan Wakefield his warning, because you don’t know the first thing about fire... And you DAMN sure don’t know the first thing about expectations.”
----A snap of idiosyncratic volume leaps from the flames in front of the Inevitable, and it garners pause from him. His history with fire has led to a truly unique relationship with the element. When his pause concludes, it features a sinister chuckle under his breath before he continues speaking with spite.
----“The kinda’ fire that I was forged in, Layne,” elaborates Kai with precision. “It’s not the same kind of fire that burns bridges. So while you can sit there, evidently, and claim with a straight face that you will -- not a question, not a possibility, but a certainty -- will cross those bridges nonetheless, equipped with the ambition of digging up the expectations you delusionally believe have inherited throughout your time there in OWA… By any means necessary, right?
----“Let’s talk about any means necessary for just a moment, shall we, Layne? I think it’s important we stress and stress clearly what the phrase any means necessary actually means, because I don’t think you’ve got the balls for it. I don’t think you’ve got the stomach for it.
----“When I say the words any means necessary, Layne, I say it with the one definition I am willing to accept in mind. It means that if I have to rip open my gut and spill out every foot, every fucking inch of my intestines just so I could use them to drown you, to strangle you, to end you? I will. Not a single fucking second of hesitation, Layne. If I have to drive my fist through your ugly mug so hard I break my own damn collarbone? Again? I will. If I have to die so that I may take you down with me, Layne? If that’s what we’re adding to my legacy, I will. Any means necessary means I. CAN. NOT. BE. FUCKING. STOPPED!
----“But let’s say I humor you,” continues the Heritage Champion while narrowing his eyes and furrowing his brows, his eyes refusing to unglue from the fire separating him from the camera. “Let’s say for a second, I’ve-- I don’t know... Fallen ill? Been drugged? I’m under some kind of external and unwelcomed influence that makes me for a single second believe you’re willing to go to whatever your degree of any means necessary is.
----“At that point, Layne, I would sit here and I’d… I’d concede to you, tell you… You’re right! You haven’t made an attempt to hide how competitive you are. I’ve bore with you thus far, Layne, but now you… Now you’re expecting me to believe you’re anything of a competitor worth my time or something? If you want me to believe that, Layne, and since you’re oh so fucking concerned with the minutiae of what I believe? Maybe you don’t hide how competitive you are but maybe you should stop hiding the competitor that that implies and that you claim to be, because if I’m being perfectly honest with you, Champ, and I always have been and always will be? I’ve never fucking seen ‘im.
----“Which makes me seriously question your mental status, Layne,” furthers Stevens on his somewhat long-winded tangent. “Because you’ve asked fo-- no... You’ve DEMANDED any means necessary out there, haven’t you? And you’re hoping... You’re rooting for me to pull something off? I thought you were suicidal when you mistook my name for Vernon Tressler’s cock and had it in your mouth, but now? Now I know.”
----As the Prodigy of Ronin’s upper lip twitches in a disdainful resent so irate presents itself without subtlety. Veins bulge from the side of Kai’s neck as he takes a deep inward breath through his nostrils in hopes of maintaining his composure and not allowing the Void to rear its ugly head. Nonetheless, after wetting his lips the Cowboy Killer continues with carnage foreshadowing in the fire writhing in the reflection in his eyes.
----“What I’m trying to get at, Champ,” bottlenecks Kai. “Is that what you’re doing when you’re wanting me to be better than you, when you’re wanting me to pull something off at Civil War, you’re playing with fire.
----“And I speak from experience when I tell you that fire? It spreads rapidly, ravenously, insatiably... By any means necessary. So it behooves me to offer you this warning now… If I were you, Layne? And thank FUCK I’m not? I’d be really fuckin’ careful what ya’ wish for... Because you just… Might… Get it.
----“Take that advice from me, Layne, and take it to heart,” he adds imperiously. “Because I know all about getting what I want. Which means that… Contrary to the continuous stream of bullshit that’s spewed from your fat mouth over the past few days, Layne, I don’t want protection from the lofty expectations that have been handed down unto me, placed upon me, however you wanna’ put it. So for you to try to, I don’t know, get under my skin by saying that my Heritage Championship can’t ‘protect me’ from the weight of those expectations is both naïve and laughable. But moreso than it is either of those things? It… It’s fucking suicide. But as we’ve covered, I guess we’ve known you wanted to go out that way from the beginning.
----“Y’see, I’ve welcomed the weight of my expectations my entire fucking life, Layne. From the day I was born ‘til the day I’m put in the ground or burned at the pyre once and for all, I will shoulder the burden of expectations you don’t even have the balls to WISH you could fuckin’ have on your own shoulders, and I’ll do it with a smile on my face. Wanna’ know why, Layne? Because nobody could ever have higher expectations for me than myself. Ever. But when you’re as fucking unmatched, as UNPARALLELED on the PLANET like I am, Layne? Those expectations just become synonymous with fate.
----“By any means necessary, Champ,” he pushes even further into his venomous vitriol. “I won’t be going back to Japan with-- how’d you put it? ‘My tail between my legs’? I’m going back to Japan with your tail on my fucking mantle.”
----A stark and utterly evil sneer on Kai’s face accompanies his guttural threat, and his head bows forward slightly. When his eyes flick up from the fire to the camera for the first time, he looks up through an ominously furrowed brow. Layne Kurobane has seemingly been entirely unafraid of Kai thus far, but the malice, the hate in his foreboding facial expression could strike fear into the heart of Captain Ahab. In keeping with this, Kai continues to verbally stab at the OWA Spartan Champion from Hell’s heart.
----“So let’s talk about expectations, Layne, since it appears you’re so eager,” titters Kai. “You exceeded any reasonable expectation that could have been given to you by yourself or anyone else when you stole the win from me at Vindication, Layne, I’ll give you that. Your first encounter with expectations. You then did it again when you outlasted the self-proclaimed and Kai-disproven behemoth that is Monolith this past week in Philly. By now, I’m sure you’ve convinced yourself that the world is expecting a repeat performance, a hat trick from you, haven’t you?
----“And I’m sure, by now, you expect nothing short of your absolute fucking best out there, whatever that may be. It’s a shame you’ll use the short week between winning that strap and losing to me as a crutch, an excuse as to why I beat the ever-living shit out of you, Layne. Because I really deserve the best you got when you’ve got no more excuses, back against the wall. It’s an even bigger shame that you’ve deluded yourself into thinking your back hasn’t been against the wall since the second they announced our match. By now, Layne? By now I’ve driven that back -- that same fucking back that you’ll end up on permanently come the end of our match -- straight through that fuckin’ wall.
----“Your expectations for yourself and the expectations you misguidedly believe the world has for ya’ need to be tempered, Layne. Because when you’re facing a man with my temper? The only thing you should expect is to bleed. Is to cry and scream and beg for my mercy. But it will not be my mercy that I give to you come Civil War, Layne. It’s my pure, unadulterated violence. It’s my fucking knee in your temple and my heel in your teeth that I’ll be giving to you, Champ. And you’re gonna’ have to suffer through it all, gonna’ have to endure this whole fucking torturous experience knowing that you wanted this.
----“But me? As the Inevitable victor of our Civil War, Layne, my expectations, for you, for me, for our match… They’re just different. I can hold myself and be held to a higher standard than you ever have, will, or could, motherfucker. Which means that… You wanna’ talk about bringing a storm? My expectations are an unnaturally natural fucking catastrophe for this DELUSIONAL fucking other world you’ve been living in. Which means I’m the walking apocalypse for your world, Layne... And you’ve officially waived your opportunity to grovel at my feet. I expect that will extinguish whatever bottom bitch fire you had burning inside you, pushing you to here, to this moment, this fight... Where you Inevitably will be brought to your fucking knees. That you can expect, Layne.
----“So, Stormbringer,” roars Stevens like A Man Possessed, storming (to put it aptly) to a vertical base. “Please. I implore you. Let’s settle this shit once and for all... Like men. No more talk. No more expectations. Just fucking march onward as you claim you will, Layne. But do it knowing that it was into the Valley of Death rode the six hundred. Launch your crusade against me, Layne. Because the end is no longer nigh for your futile hopes of going for broke and surviving me… It’s here.”
----The Prodigy of Ronin struts out of frame with an arrogant contempt in his gait, leaving the visual of the fire raging in its pit. Perhaps more importantly, Kai leaves behind the unwelcomed and most-lethal sound of the inferno in Kai Stevens’s backyard.
----Fittingly enough, it is the blaze in which Kai Stevens’s Civil War with Layne Kurobane will burn that will share this haunting sound’s final resting place.

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Sour Candy

[A visibly exasperated April Song walks onto a temporary interview state area during a meet-and-greet set up in Downtown New York for both OWA and SSW stars. As she approaches April cuts her off immediately.]

Cori: And here is Strong Style Wrestling captain for their female wrestling contingent in the Brody Sparks Memorial Elimi-

April: Your usefulness is already past its expiration date. Just gimme the mic and walk away.

[April clears her throat obnoxiously before gesturing towards the mic as Cori reluctantly hands it to her and walks away.]

April: Alright, now that she’s gone let me get to the heart of the matter right away. Tomorrow is the most important match collectively for the women of Strong Style Wrestling in our organization’s brief history. Without Sakura, Tarah, and Aria...not many people are expecting us to do much against our opposition. We are the “other girls” in SSW, not fit to carry the banner of the organization as far as competition against the “best” is concerned. We’re just “here”. That’s all the dreck that I’ve been hearing from fans on social media and from one particular opponent that I’m going to address soon enough. It’s a simple matter of respect. Some of the people involved in this match seem to have it. TyAnna was very respectful towards us, even as she’s resolute about getting the job done and knocking us off with a team that she handpicked. Azumi, despite her obviously flawed perspective about “Strong Style” and apparently forgetting that she and I share a damn mentor...she was at least respectful. As far as Savannah Sunshine goes she’s at least chosen the safe default route by just keeping her damn trap shut. And then….

You, Roxy. You have the nerve to talk to me like I’m some Jane-Come-Lately. I am not someone who has any fear of you and you indeed have done some amazing things in the ring. Your reign was great, but you didn’t make the history that I did back in my old stomping grounds. I was part of the birth of the greatest force that women’s wrestling has ever seen...and I was one of the few women other than your mother there that can say they held two different pieces of gold. Don’t you dare try to downplay my career just because you have been a champion. As I told your little partner Azumi, the only reason you have any accomplishments to speak of is because I went to fucking Japan. Period. Because if I was here, on this roster, on a full-time basis, neither you, TyAnna or anyone else you want to try to prop up as a competent wrestler on this roster would have anything in the Goddess Division.

Your captain has faith in you, and maybe rightfully so. You are not devoid of talent, but let me make one thing clear to you honey: there’s more than one way to break someone down than just ripping their arm apart. I don’t know just one submission hold. I know hundreds. Everything from small joint manipulation to ankle locks to just about anything that can put you to sleep. You think and believe that you can counter them all but I have to tell you that you have never seen anything like my arsenal. There are so many people on SSW and beyond who have found out that regardless of their background or how good they believe that they are that my skills are on a whole fucking other level.

I don’t need people to look to me for inspiration. I am capable of leading and standing in the corner playing ring general. But if I have to, I’ll mow your entire team down, one submission at a time. My style of wrestling is by design intended to be “nothing special”. Most of the moves that I use are not some fancy new offensive innovations like the shit I see some of your OWA companions pull out of the bag. They are proven. And they all hurt.

OWA territory, LAW territory, SSW territory, EAW territory, any fucking territory...it doesn’t matter. ANYWHERE THAT I SHOW UP IS MY TERRITORY. I will walk up to OWA’s front door, kick it down, hit you in the face, and piss in your corn flakes all before I have fucking morning coffee. The place where I am doesn’t dictate to me, I dictate to where I am. You, Roxy, are in for an incredibly rude awakening. All that struggling that you allege that I’ve been doing of late, it’s going to end at your expense. Why? Because I’m going to save you for last. Your resting bitch face will become your “begging for mercy” face. And I hope Mommy and Daddy are in the arena because I’m going to make you tap out in front of a world wide audience...and they’re gonna watch.

As for the Captain of OWA, I don’t dislike you but I took a little offense to some things you said. You see, I’ve been TRYING to be the nice one, the diplomatic person. But with your partners either being arrogant bitches or problems I’ve already solved before, it’s getting increasingly hard for me to keep that nasty little bitch inside quiet.

You referred to me as a “mythical” leader. What the hell is that supposed to mean exactly? Myths are things that aren’t true, not real. Are you trying to imply that I’m not real? Or did the person writing your speech for the teleprompter fuck up? I’m curious. Secondly, you tell me that you’re not going to stand for the ugliness I put out against your team? Well with all due respect, fuck you. Pick more competent partners. Savannah Sunshine? An underachiever of the highest fucking order. Azumi Goto? I can submit that little lowlife in my sleep. Sweet lil Roxy? She’s in for a rude fucking awakening like she wouldn’t believe.

You can often judge a person by the company that they keep. And honestly, I judge that you have a pretty shitty nose for talent, reliability and character. One has the talent, but she doesn’t have anything else. Lookin’ at you, Roxy. One has the character, but she seems to be lacking everything else. Hey Savannah. And one has the reliability, but she clearly has a ceiling. A ceiling so high that regardless of what title she wins or what accolades she wins, every time she gets wind of me being in a building she already knows she’s at absolute best #2.

You are looking at number one, right here.

One other thing...don’t ever dare to tell me why we are in a ring tomorrow or anywhere else again. I know why we are there. We are there to honor the memory of one of the best wrestlers I ever had a chance to fight. Someone that I had a privilege of calling an opponent and a colleague. One of my biggest regrets is that I didn’t know her long enough to truly call her a friend. I know why we are there. We are there to Honor Brody. So, being the person who probably is the most capable of pulling this off, I’m going to honor her memory the best way that I know how: by beating the everloving shit out of the four of you alongside my teammates.

Will I have a cool jacket or pigtails or be using a spiked dildo as a club? Probably not. Oh, yeah, that dildo thing happened by the way. I nearly pissed myself laughing about it. But what I will do, what is expected BY me of SSW and all the people who will be in that arena, is to put on a performance that will make that little savage look down on us from heaven with that insane little smile of hers. A little bit of her spirit lives on in me. And that spirit is going to lash out in a ruthless fury against all four of you, bringing even Goddess to their very knees before me and my SSW sisters.

So, if any of you are confused about where I feel, I’ll cut to the chase: We are coming to your “house” tomorrow for two reasons:

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[*]Honor Brody Sparks.
[*]Beat the shit out of you.
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If you have any further questions, you’re an idiot. I hope all of you have plenty of ice packs and chiropractors on standby. As God as my witness, you WILL NEED THEM.

II.

You’re not special, Oasis.

This match isn’t anything more than a match-long ordeal for anyone involved. Your reasons for feeling detached might be different, but you can’t honestly expect anyone to give two fucks about what you’d rather be doing, can you? You beat Nate Cage and got a tiny bit of closure, good for you. If someone had done to my friends what Wolvesden has been tryna do to you, I would’ve taken matters into my own hands, too -- but the shit I did would fucking stick. If dusty ass cacs in a cult wanted to wage a war on me, bodies would start dropping. You beat Cage within an inch of his life, yeah, but where is he now? Up, walking around, still running his mouth, and with a pretty realistic chance of becoming the first God of War. All those warmups to get ready to face the Wolvesden head honcho himself, and yet you’re here in War Games while the man you hate most in the world is concerning himself with a different opponent and a different challenge altogether. Someone you know pretty well, at that. You believed everything Vernon was spoon-feeding your square-headed ass, and now you got a fucking attitude.

That’s gotta sting.

Like I told your teammate Judas, everything goes back to normal after this. The company vs. company shtick is a cute little concept that was thought up to sell tickets. It sounds nice on promotional material. It puts asses in seats, but the idea that there’s any deep-running hatred or that any of us will REALLY give a shit about this OWA vs. SSW stuff once it’s over is stupid. I guess I’m able to look at it from a more practical vantage point because, unlike you, I wasn’t finessed into anything. I wasn’t setting my sights on closing out a vendetta, only to have the rug ripped out from underneath me. Vernon tried to sell me the same bill of goods you were eventually dumb enough to actually sign off on. He wanted me for all the same reasons he wanted you. From the moment that any of this was announced, I knew I wasn’t gonna be able to find a way out of it. I’m one of the foremost names in both companies, so someone was scooping me up one way or another. The idea that I’m stepping into a brutal, potentially career-altering match for a conflict I’ve straight up admitted is little more than a publicity ploy is...insane, I know. But all in the same breath, I’m a competitor. I enjoy competing -- and winning. That never changes, regardless of who’s standing across the ring from me at any given time, and it still doesn’t change when I’m stepping into a match like this where I don’t have any experience in this stipulation. What I do know is that coming into this match without a clear head and making one false move could change someone’s life and career for the worse, so you’d never catch me making the same mistake that you are -- walking into that warzone with your vision clouded by anger. The things you look down on now -- the competitive drive, the pride -- they would serve you well in this situation. All you’re doing now is setting yourself up to get your feelings hurt. Nevermind that you’re on the losing team. That closure you want? You’re not getting that in War Games with a bunch of niggas who have NOTHING to do with the person you really wanna hurt. I don’t fear a damn person alive -- let alone someone whose Achilles heel I’ve already found with next to no trouble. You’re big, you’re strong, you’ve already made it painfully apparent that you don’t wanna play ball, but I couldn’t care less. I’m always at some sort of size, strength, or experience disadvantage, and that hasn’t stopped me from having one hell of a career so far. I suppose it’s easy to brush that off when you label me as “just as a woman”. I mean, Cameron Ella Ava was “just a woman”, too, and how did facing her turn out for you?

Yes, I have two X chromosomes. Just like you have perpetually fucked up teeth and a dick tattooed on your chest. See? I can state the obvious, too. I’ve got just as many gender-neutral world championship reigns as you do, and mine didn’t vanish into thin air on account of a notorious flake spearing me into the next dimension. Between everything swirling around in your head and getting hung up on something as dumb as my gender, you’re setting yourself -- and by proxy, your team -- up for failure. Everyone knows you’re gonna be the glue holding Team OWA together, and taking solvent to that glue might be easier than any of us planned, if you still insist on coming into this match with blinders on. The good news is that when this is all over, you’ll once again be freed up to go behead the Oregonian who’s been plaguing you for all these months. In the meantime? Well, I’m sure the world will see that even an Ice Man has his faults. The Backbone of Omega is about to give out.

Chapter 12: Superiority

OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) - Page 9 Arba4ct

"The Wrestling Artist" Finnegan Wakefield

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”The ideals of superiority have been a subject that has been passed down through the passages of time. From the very first monarch that demanded his subjects build symbolic structures to commemorate his status to future generations after his physical being leaves this plane of existence to the modern day; where a hierarchy has been established in so many sub-categories that it has become an unavoidable entity in all walks of life. People will have bosses, franchises will have competitors they are chasing if not chasing them and awards will be handed to the elites of genre-specific excellence in their various fields. The professional wrestling industry is not exempt from this concept and, when it comes to the Civil War event, it has become a battle for a sense of superiority. But that also leads some from the outside looking in to jump to a conclusion that the battle I am walking into with the Puroresu Heavyweight Champion of SSW -- Jaydane Pendragon -- is for mere company bragging rights. With how many of the matches have become about that simple narrative, I can't honestly say I see this encounter in the same light -- or at least not entirely in that light. While it is about a sense of superiority, there are many constructs on the ideology that plays a vital factor to the Wrestling Artist pitting his mettle against the Red Strife.

The first construct is based on the ideologies of the patriarch; the alpha male mentality of remaining on top of the food chain unrivaled by your peers, often through an example of standing on the throat of the last to challenge your status. Take for example; when Cronus was the king of Olympus, he became paranoid by a prophecy that foretold one of his children would eventually kill him and take over as the ruler of the Titans. Through this conclusion, he went to extremes to prevent his eventual overtaking in the form of eatting his children so that there was no one left to challenge him and fulfill the prophecy of his demise. But Rhea, his wife, hid one of her children so that he would one day overthrow Cronus. That child was Zeus, who eventually overthrew his father to become the new ruler. Superiority through the example of Cronus is to oppress potential challengers to his rank by creating the idea that he could not be overthrown through an extreme. There are many egotistical tyrants through history who have done the same -- I guess the modern equivalent that SSW or OWA fans can recognize would be how CM Nas has portrayed himself with the Omega Heavyweight Championship, or how Aria Jaxon was self-proclaimed royalty as the Puroresu Heavyweight Champion. But in the case of the later, Jaydane, you became like Zeus in the inevitability of this construct with the incumbent end to the Phantom Troupe regime; that extremes to prevent destiny to play its course in ones dethroning only quickens the process and makes it a prophecy self-fulfilling. The reason this holds relevance in this encounter, Jaydane, is that many in the OWA believe that is where my sense of superiority lies. That I believe I am destined to hold this championship forever and that I have the OWA under my foot as I raise its glory high. It's far from the truth but I have come to learn to let my opposition believe what they want to, elective ignorance never listens to reason. But, over the weeks leading up to this encounter, I couldn't help but feel that this idea has also wormed its way into your head to make you believe that I have become jaded with the idea of opposition that can present a challenge. To take an example from your recent statements from SSW tour, you have come to the conclusion that I want Strong Style Wrestling to be secondary to everything that I represent, I want it to be held under the foot of the Omega Wrestling Alliance simply because it isn't the flag I wave and that I want your championship to be seen as second-rate in comparison to the one that I hold because it is held by you and not by me. With this, I can see you've bought into the brand warfare mentality and that is where I don't exactly see things eye-to-eye with you. Because you seem to dismiss Budokai Tenkaichi, when I came to your country, your company and expressed that I was honored and privileged to be wrestling on your soil, under your banner, defending the title I spent an entire career scratching and clawing for in an attempt to make it the most prestigious piece in the industry. I wore the Shoot Nation colors, trained with the Shoot Nation faction in preparation to spread my wrestling influence to the orient and they appreciated the showcase as much as, if not more so, I appreciated their allowing me onto that platform to do so. See, I have an admiration for SSW, but I hold the OWA World Championship, I wave their flag and I carry the obligations and the occasional burdens of being the OWA measuring stick. So I want to clarify the agenda in which I have at Civil War loud and clear to Strong Style Wrestling. It is not my intention to make your brand or champion look inferior -- but it is my intention to make my brand and my championship the superior.

With that being said, that brings me to the second construct of superiority that is a little more timid in nature but exists in our industry through the memes of people. Alfred W. Adler believes, and I tend to agree, that where there is a complex of superiority there is more or less a complex of inferiority hiding beneath the surface. Some believe themselves to be superior to hide their insecurities and pad their egos so that it doesn't shatter on impact. Over the years, I have come to shatter those egos and I know you have had to do the same. But that is not where the similarities end. We also make no secrets that we are by no means perfect, we have problems or at least we spawned from them. We've adapted, we've evolved past the ideals of being inferior and have risen to the ranks of superiors in our respective domains. We are examples of a different kind of superiority but that construct is yet to come. The reason I speak of this one is because I have heard you, loud and clear and I do hear that if-by-whiskey relativist fallacy in a quip you stated about me. These whispers that mentioned, that there is a dispute around my rank as the OWA World Champion because that tier is 'oversaturated' as you put it. You mentioned that I stand as the disputed to of this company while you stand alone, undisputed in yours. I can't help but...chuckle... at that line of thinking. Perhaps you have become complacent over there in that bubble, Jaydane. Where you believe yourself to be undisputed simply because you hold a championship belt, and defended it once since in a match, and no offense intended, didn't make ripples while I was here making waves month after month, putting my best foot forward while fracturing my bones and bleeding my warm blood all in the name of this championship and the prestige I have crafted with it thus far. See, you may not think you're disputed in SSW, and that's fine, I'm sure that makes you just as popular in the back as it does when I hold this high and say that I am undisputed as the World Champion of the OWA. You pointed at names -- CM Nas and TyAnna Jupiter -- that hold titles in the 'world championship' category and think littler of me because of that but I think it speaks volumes as a testament to just how damn good I can be. Because the higher-ups could have pitted you against Nas while I fended off another challenger at Civil War, but they didn't. Because In a land where we have multiple championships, the emerald and gold over my shoulder just means that little bit more and they know if they put me against you for the sake of the reputation of this championships, they know they're putting their best foot forward. While you were their de facto option, I was OWA's hand-picked representative. And yeah, I'm aware that there are whispers about me and how I might not be their best, that's unavoidable, you're not going to convince everyone that you're the best. But I acknowledge that doubt and I challenge it every time I am in this ring, putting my heart on the line and wearing my insecurities on my sleeve, I break the mold over, and over, and over again. But in your little bubble, your niche circle, you don't hear the whispers of your dispute as the top champion. Well, Jaydane, they must be screaming now when you step in the ring with me. Because now the bubble has burst, you stand in the country where I made my name in this profession and when you look into my eyes and you see the fighting spirit that breaks the language barrier, you will feel disputed. Because although neither of our championships is on the line they may as well be because the most valuable asset as a champion is at stake at Civil War -- our pride.

And that, Jaydane, is the final construct of superiority. Pride. Pride has driven us to this point, to this night, where everything we have worked for goes to that next level, on one of the worlds most honored wrestling stages in Madison Square Garden, comes to a fever pitch.That is why it is an honor to face you on this stage. Because I won't need to verbally chastise you like I have to for many others who do nothing but spit in my face, because I do in fact respect you and your accomplishments, your brand, your cause. But to speak to your samurai roots, this is an encounter that goes by the Bushido code, which is loosely analogous to the concept of chivalry from my roots. Honorable before and honorable after but when that bell rings, we are warriors fighting for our cause -- our pride. The Bushido teaches the 8 virtues -- Righteousness, Heroic Courage, Benevolence, Respect, Honesty, Honor, and Loyalty -- at to all of them I will display towards you, Jaydane. Because despite the petty squabble over brand supremacy, there is no bad blood to still during this Civil War. But, with that being said, I'll be damned if this championship looks lesser by the results of this match. I'll be damned if I am the one that lets the Omega Wrestling Alliance down by losing in a match with their integrity at stake. And I will be DAMNED if I am handed the metaphorical silver medal by being the lesser competitor and settling for the even idea of second best. I have fought for my progression from the morning of the world and I shall continue to fight for my progression until the last star falls from the night. And that progression will lead to my superiority to the zenith of this industry, not through arrogance or oppression, but through the pride I hold to settle for nothing less. Beyond the eight virtues of bushido, tomorrow night I will be bringing the one virtue of my own that has driven me to this status and will continue to push me towards becoming the best in the world; my unrivalled ambition."

The Cleanser has spoken.

I have been waiting for you, Eris. You were one of the only people in this match that I wanted to hear from. No, I am not saying that to get in your good graces, but I am quite interested to hear about your approach to this match. Ever since my loss to you, I have been looking forward to the next opportunity to face you in the ring. When I heard that all of my efforts to be in the fatal-4-way for the Goddesses Championship was enough, I knew that this would be the perfect opportunity to get to face you again. I never came into this match trying to shy away from my loss to you. I am not going to deny that you gave me my first loss since coming back from my break. You and I fought an amazing battle at Odyssey two weeks ago and I vowed that the next time we faced each other in the ring, the result would be different. By that specific loss, it almost lit a fire underneath me. It made me want to elevate my game even more than before to prove that you will not have my numbers again, Eris. I refuse to let that discourage and coward me away from this brand. I refused for that loss to get the best of me. I know, I can defeat you, Eris. If you somehow fall tomorrow night, I do not see that being the end of your objective to “cleanse” Odyssey from women like Natasha Night. I only see that as the beginning for you. I know you don’t want to lose. You have worked your very hardest in becoming one of the four women vying for the Goddesses Championship. You come into this match undefeated. I come into that match knowing that I have something to prove. Not only for myself but for the entire world to see. The fans want to label me a “Dark Horse”. The fans want to label me a woman who could make an upset, but I want to be the woman everyone knows has a fair shot of leaving Civil War as the first-ever Goddesses Champion. I am a smart woman, Eris. I am glad that you were able to see that from the moniker that you have. Women like Natasha, will think that I am a “dunce”, but you, see my intelligence and that is something that I appreciate. By being a smart woman, you say that I should know better than to make “dumb mistakes”? Well, in intense situations where a championship is on the line, women are going to do whatever it takes to make sure that they win. Will these be categorized as dumb mistakes? Will I make a dumb mistake knowing that it will help me in the end? I am listening to your warning, Eris. I am taking it under consideration, but you should know by now that I will never shy away from a battle. I will never shy away from getting what I want. If that causes us to clash in the middle of the ring, I am alright with that. I am willing to put respect to the side if it means I can be champion. You should be the same way, Eris.

Here’s the thing with you, Natasha. You disappear and you’d have people questioning your whereabouts. Me? People barely noticed about my disappearance. If you had the opportunity to disappear without a trace for a while, would you take it? Would you take the time to sit down, reflect and see what you have done wrong with yourself? In your eyes, Natasha, you can do no wrong. Despite the failures you have experienced in OWA, you always had something to fall back afterward. I didn’t. You could say it was my fault for not creating something for myself during the first two months I was in OWA? I can admit right now and say that I should have done more during my time. I should have taken more chances. However, it was OWA’s fault for not giving me the time of day they did women like Eris, Aphrodite Marie or even yourself. You may look at me and say that I’m crying for attention or I am bitching about my place in the company, but when you see women dropping the ball on a constant basis being rewarded and shoved down our throats, you can see why that would be an issue with me? I can be the hardest working woman in the roster, but when you’d rather invest in failed pet projects like Savannah Sunshine over me, that’s their problem. I knew from Boiling Point, I needed to push myself a lot harder, but stepping away from OWA, for the time being, was the best move I could make for myself. You are a woman who easily adapts to situations and I commend you on that, but I am a woman who needs to take a step back and see the entire picture before proceeding to action. Nothing wrong with that at all. You have a trait that can make you a good champion. Learning to adapt to the moving times is something that I have been learning these past few weeks and I will continue to learn after Civil War is said and done. You leaving New York as the first-ever Goddesses Champion is not the main picture, sweetheart. It’s not even a sketch drawing. Dulce Torres conquering the odds and becoming Goddesses Champion? That’s a beautiful title for the next artwork you will see of me.

Dulce Torres as Goddesses Champion.

Civil War Promo #1: “Judgement is upon you”

(Word Count: 2,202)

*The camera pans across a field of dead leaves and dead grass. This field is long dilapidated and much of it just seems to be soil and dirt. The patches of grass and few leaves that do exist are brittle and black. Turned rotten by the passage of time. Footsteps can be heard as boots walk across this field. Light can be seen coming from the source of this footsteps. Eris is walking across the graveyard, a candle in hand. The candle has a flame that seems to be on its last legs, it will wear out in but a few minutes if not tended to. The candle is put on a choice grave and Eris kneels*

Eris: What defines a human? What makes a human, human? Is it their heart beating in their chest? No… is it their desire to do good in this world? No… is it possible that it is only their chemical makeup that allows them to claim humanization? I ask this because countless times, I've been told that I am a mere human under the mask of face paint and a spooky pretense. I cannot stress enough that this belief may be exactly why I have not been pinned and submitted. Everyone I have stepped into the ring with has accused me of fakery in one way or another, sadly as can be seen, none of them seemed to quite be able to figure me out. I like to keep it that way. But my ambiguity in nature and mission may anger some. I understand exactly why you'd be angered at someone such as I, humans have a long and storied history of rejecting things that happen to be different than them. This has happened so many different times that it is now just the expected notion. How it has got to here is anyone's guess, but if you set an example of intolerance you will only reap more of what you sow. Be that as it may… I seem to have a very nice opportunity on Sunday.

*Eris chuckles a bit and rises to her feet, looking at the candle and then walking to her fountain. She smiles upon reaching it, running her hand in the water that the fountain produces. Eris looks back and checks on the candle once again*

Eris: I seem to have the opportunity to gain my first championship in this company. How fun! The competition seems to have already decided to address me. Which is why I began this address how I did. When I heard about this match, I knew exactly what would happen, it would descend into us blathering like high school cheerleaders who think they're better than everyone. My I think I've been called every name in the book by these people. And although they have tested my patience, I refuse to underestimate any of my opponents in this contest. I surely could have pointed out that I have defeated two-thirds of my opponents in the bout already, but it means an absolutely one-hundred percent different thing in an environment such as this one. Having defeated these people previously may help me in the long run, but I feel it has little bearing on how this match will pan out. Mostly because of the third person in the equation…

*Eris sighs heavily, she looks back to the candle once more and walks to the grave that the candle is set beside. She kneels once again before the grave.*

Eris: I choose to make her my focal point last, as our words must be traded wisely. To begin, I would like to speak on Dulce Torres.

*Eris once again rises to her feet, walking to the grave marked Dulce Torres. She kneels and lights a candle set beside the grave, she smiles*

Eris: I truly respect you Dulce. I really do. You are quite the woman. Your style is strong and determined, you are a very good wrestler as well, one that gave me quite the bout two weeks ago. I truly believe that either of us could have defeated each other in that match, but I came out on top. Let this not discredit nor discourage your claim to the title, as you surely have one. But sadly, I must continue my mission. I must trudge on in my endeavor, and as I said before, if this means I have to put you away, then it is what I am willing to do. Going over what you have said to me, you are as smart as I thought you were. It seems we do have a sort of mutual respect and you not worry that I feel I must cleanse you or pursue aggression with you further, just do not find yourself in my way lest you incur the same wrath you felt two weeks ago. You are a smart woman, Dulce, do not make the mistake that a dumb woman would make. I am not paying attention to who is favored to win the match because this is not my concern. As you said, my concern is making sure my adversaries do not walk away with their hands raised in the end. You have said that I may be the woman to rally a change in this Division. This gives me the ideal that you actually may be the first to understand at least a part of my philosophy, as most would just assume I do this because I feel like it. I do this for the good of OWA and women's wrestling. The crowd does not have to cheer me on in my endeavor if they do not choose to as I do not have a worry one way or another on the matter of the fans perception of me. In the end, I will speak, yes, but what I say and my actual actions taken will be what defines who I am as a performer, as a woman, and most importantly as a Goddess Champion and a torch bearer for what women's wrestling could and should be. You surely are a part of that as well and while you should be proud of yourself, I cannot let you walk out of Civil War with the Goddesses championship. I wish you good luck, Dulce.

*Eris rises to her feet once more, walking to another section of the graveyard. Her steps echo off the dead grass as it breaks in its brittle form under her. She appears upon another grave that reads Jessykah von Schwarzburg. She kneels and lights the candle next to the grave, before beginning to speak*

Eris: Ah yes, the changed woman. You are not Jessykah von Schwarzburg any longer are you? You're now a whole new person thanks to my cleansing. You even thanked me once again in your address to me. You may understand my mission best as you have personally experienced the effects of exactly what being cleansed can do. I thank you for being a part of exactly what a human being can become when they have met something devine and have received judgement in their own manner. You are now a true wrestler, a respectable one at that. You are the underdog that these fans wonder if they might cheer for. I see a future for you and thank you for your kind words and your confidence in me. I am quite weird am I not? Yes, this is surely a thing that may inspire people. Might it be my mission or my way of going about it, my desire is the same and that is to make the Goddess division a division of wrestlers. You are a wrestler, and a humbled one at that, you don't need any more cleansing. I wish you good luck as well in our contest tomorrow.

*Eris gets up, walking back to the grave from the beginning. The candle is still exactly as weak as it was before. But never got weaker or blown out. It still burns and shines light on the grave which the name upon it is obscured by dirt and grime. Eris looks down to the candle and shakes her head*

Eris: Natasha Night… I knew I'd have to say much about you as I heard much from you about me. You pointed out something about party City and me being fake and yada yada yada. The fact is, if you're accusing me of being fake I wonder what you think of yourself. Do you look in the mirror and call yourself real? I mean, honestly… is what you're doing, what you have done, worth your trouble? You could ask me the same thing can you not? Our missions are different, that's for sure. You want this for the glory that comes along with it. I'd be idiotic shall I say that I did not think about the glory being the inaugural goddess champion would give me. But that's just it, it is the only reason why you want this title. I am here to design women's wrestling AGAINST everything you stand for. I've said things about a higher power before have I not? But I have not implied this higher power had anything to do with my winning, no no no you are misinformed… this higher power is what defines my mission. But it is not surprising, you saw one mention of something that you could latch onto and immediately jumped to a false conclusion. As I said, stupidity is rampant in this company and you only reap what you sow. You say that your mission is rooted in REAL problems? So allow me to understand that sexuality being ever too present in a sport that is supposed to empower is not real? Very interesting, the only thing I have observed about your mission is whining about people that got opportunities before you. Maybe that makes me look like a hypocrite considering my earlier statement about jumping to conclusions. But the difference between what she did and what i did is she assumed something off of inference and nothing else. My assumption is based off of what I was told by the woman herself. You are in it for the glory and to stick it to the people that got opportunities before you. Interesting now. Oh my, just because the month of October is here you thought you could slip a corny joke in about me being a slasher wannabe? And oh! You made that joke twice? My my my you really had to try for that one haven't you? Have you ever thought that your stable has only gotten half as much because they're horrible? I said that I wouldn't underestimate my opponents, I still refuse to, but the Unchained, with the exception of Natasha Night, have a shoddy record in OWA AT BEST. Is that not why you brought in a washed up semi retired wrestler to help you? And some really old uncle that had somehow evaded house arrest? And oh… I'm just getting lost here. You get the point, The Unchained are not very good if you don't count Natasha. You were surely correct in one of your statements, you are precisely what I stand against. Arrogance, loud-mouthed, curvaceous… voluptu-... I lost my train of thought there for a moment. Yes, you are exactly what I stand against, and indeed ironic that we cross paths this way as near polar opposites with dominant win/loss records and personalities. You said after this match, my mystique will be dead. I think that you cannot remove mystique from the mystical. My mystique will not vanish if I do not obtain this title, but I will surely be more vaunted shall I obtain it. Not that I care so much about what others think. You did the exact thing that I refused to do in this contest. You underestimated what I could do. You underestimated the determination of my mission and what I stand to change in this world. You underestimated who I am. That will be a grave mistake Natasha… you mark my words. It would be so sad to see you broken at my feet with the way you speak, but what is it that they say? The mighty fall the farthest of all. To all of my opponents, my adversaries, I bid you adieu and hope that we have a good match, but for you, Natasha.

*Eris picks the candle up and puts it out by pushing her thumb and middle finger around either side of the flame. As the sound of the flame going out penetrates the air, the wind picks up in the graveyard. It pushes away the grime covering the tombstone to reveal “Natasha Night” as the name upon it. Eris retrieves a shovel and begins digging. The camera pans out slowly to a view of the entire graveyard now. The camera glitches a few times before finally fading to static, the last thing heard being*

Eris: The chains of my judgement now hold you. Prepare to be cleansed, Natasha Night.

*A distorted and faint giggle can be heard before the audio feed finally cuts off*

Promo posted for Belle Kingsley #3

Ooooh, someone’s mad.

I know that when angry, you’re not able to make sense of much, Sweet Roxy, but let me clarify a few things. First, I never compare myself to your mother. Your mother is one of the greatest performers to lace up a pair of boots. I just happened to point out you calling me out for getting a bunch of “unearned” championship opportunities when you, Claudia Jain Vendetta’s offspring, should know a thing about getting a few “unearned” championship opportunities. During my last promo, I pointed out the hypocrisy with you and the entire Vendetta Family. YOU, out of all people, are going to point out my “unearned” championship opportunities. I mean, everyone knows the story about your mother and how your own father played a huge part of helping win the big one, but let’s not even go much into depth with that because it almost destroyed you and the perspective and high regards you held your parents in. Let’s focus on you, Sweet Roxy -- you are the same woman who got an UNEARNED OWA Women’s Championship Match in your SECOND week in OWA. I mean, how many strings did you pull to make that happen? I know, you’re sick of people using your parents as ammo against you, but do you think that if you went under the name “Sweet Roxy” and people had no clue who you were, that you would have gotten that shot? No, they probably would have given that shot to Mia Marie Vega. Someone who was probably the better woman out of V&V Royale and should still be in OWA, but nah, she got sick of the special treatment you got along with your piss poor attitude and bolted. I don’t blame her to be quite honest. She always seemed like the more decent human being out of the two of you. I find it quite sad that you really need to give an update on your parents. I don’t give a hoot if your parents love each other. I don’t give a hoot if they’re “madly in love” as you like to think they are. I don’t give a hoot if this week was their anniversary. Why is this any of my business and concern? Why should the world care that Robert and Claudia Vendetta are doing at the moment? The only Vendetta I give a crap about is Athena. I could care less about who “Sweet Roxy” is as a person. I’m amused at the fact that you are trying to justify and defend yourself by insulting me and calling me “scrap”? I mean, are we resulting to name calling, “Sweet Roxy?” Were you really taken back with what I was saying? You think by throwing these losses to my face that it’s going to make me feel the same way you did, but it’s not working. In the end of the day, I can look at myself in the mirror and know that I’m the better person than you. Yes, you have one accomplishment over me, but you won’t get another with eliminating me from this match. That is not going to happen at all.

As for TyAnna Jupiter, I can look her in the eye and saw that I respect her. Just like I stated in my last promo, she has had an incredible rise in OWA; however, it can be debated if she had some help along the way. I’m not here to debate about that certain matter. At the end of the day, TyAnna is OWA Women’s Champion. She is the only one with a championship on her shoulder in this match. People are going to be looking at her to compare themselves too. She is going to be the woman Team SSW wants to get out of the equation as soon as possible, but TyAnna is going to make sure that it doesn’t happen. I don’t want to approach this match with believing that TyAnna thinks that I am being sensitive about anything. In a way, it’s how I show my passion. It’s how I show my heart and fighting spirit. This is something that I always display in my matches. I have a huge sense of determination to make sure that I representing Team SSW to the best of my abilities. If April or Vanessa are not capable of being one of the sole Team SSW members, then I would love it to be me. I know, I said this already, but I am a woman who can be put through a lot, yet, I will not quit until I cannot fight any longer. I hope that the women of SSW have the same fighting spirit and heart as me. The Goddesses are rising Division with amazing women. Sure, you got women like Sweet Roxy that bring the team down, but at least, most of the women on your team have redeeming qualities. Most of the women are great people at the end of the day, but I, along with Vanessa and April will prove why we are the better team.

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Guns have been loaded! The armies have begun marching! War has broken out amongst two powerful entities, and among them stands two of their most formidable young lions that ferociously charge towards one another! Layne Kurobane gathers it all! His heart! His will! His pain and his sorrow as well! All of it! He carries it with him upon his sleeve as he has his entire life! The ghosts of his past continue to haunt them, but they no longer curse him! They no longer mock his efforts and attempt to drag him down to join them! His efforts have opened the eyes of those that have long since closed them to look away from the crashing and burning he had brought in the wake of his self-destruction! They look on! They watch as he becomes what they believed him to be so very long ago! A General leading his army into battle!

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I’ve learned a lot about expectations throughout my career. In fact, I’ve learned more about it than I ever wanted to, but that’s just how it goes sometimes. There’s fires that burn brighter than others, and we all know what that means. I was never liked that. Maybe there were times I burned bright, when I showed my potential, but more often than not, I let it simmer down to a small, dull, insignificant flame among millions of others. I’ve let a lot of people down in my life because of the stupid things I did, but I’m here now, and I’m the Spartan Champion regardless of who’s still left to watch it happen. Bridges have burned to ash, but I’ll cross them all the same and dig those expectations up by any means necessary. I’ve got something to prove, and this Championship around my waist is only one of many more messages I intend to send. I think you’ve got expectations of your own, Kai, but what are they? It’s no secret what kind of person you are when it comes down to it. You want this Spartan Championship, but so much more. Well beyond being a Champion - you want to simply hurt people and humiliate them in front of millions. The fact that you’ve failed to get the better of me not once, but twice, doesn’t even factor into your mind anymore. You’ve already performed all the necessary mental gymnastics to believe that the others involved in those matches were your undoing and that I simply lucked out. Maybe gambling wasn’t your best idea if luck hasn’t done you any favors so far then. In your mind, all it takes is just one more shot at me and you’ll make good on every word crawling from your mouth about superiority and the torture you’ll put me through.

Just ONE more shot at it! You’re so close, Kai! The past doesn’t matter! The future is you standing over my corpse as the most dominant in both companies, right?

People get back up when they’re knocked on their ass, but only the smart ones learn how to avoid getting put back down. How is that worked out for you, Kai? I’m glad you’ve got such a sick, twisted delight in maiming others. I’m glad it brings you the purest joy when you destroy your enemies, because it makes me that much more less sympathetic to how hopelessly pathetic you are as a competitor. Blame it on your teacher or blame it on who raised you - I don’t really care, but the result is a man that can’t even adapt to the World he lives in. I’m sure it makes you proud to be called insane, and you know what the definition of insanity is, right? It’s doing the same thing over, and over, and over, and hoping for the result to change. We all know that, but do you? Do you really? Has it ever occurred to you that you’re not fighting me here? I don’t think it takes a psychiatrist to know that you’re your own worst enemy in every way possible. You’re not charging head on into a battle looking to put a knife in my belly - you’re crashing into a brick wall. The same exact fucking wall that you’ve ran into every single time you’ve reached out and tried to pull down that elusive brass ring in this company. It doesn’t bother you that you’ve failed to walk among the best here. Oh it eats away at you, but you’ve soothed yourself and convinced your ego that it never mattered to you. That just one more shot is all it takes to break through that wall once and for all and finally see what waits for you on the other side.

That’s why you’re facing the Spartan Champion and not sitting there comfortably as the only man dominant enough to be carrying both Championships for both companies.

That’s why you’ve failed when it mattered.

That’s why you’ll spiral into your own destruction, and I won’t even remotely be the cause of it. It’ll all be on you. You wanna talk about blood on somebody’s hands? Look at all of it on your’s, Kai. That ain’t my blood. That’s your’s. And every single Goddamn drop of it is self-inflicted.

But you know what the funniest part is? In some way, twisted, fucked up way, I’m actually ROOTING for you. You’d rather have me dead in a ditch somewhere as long as it got me out of the way of you taking this Spartan Championship, but believe it or not, Kai, I’m rooting for you to pull something off come Civil War. I haven’t made any attempt to hide how competitive I am. You know why I respect a guy like Monolith more than I respect you? Because he knocked me flat on my ass and proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that I still had a long way to go. So I got back up, and I did everything in my power to get another chance, and I put absolutely everything I had into making sure I didn’t fall a second time. For all your talk of the end and believing you’re the harbinger of my destruction - you’ve been just another guy that I beat on my way to getting my redemption on someone that was worth my time. I want you to be better than me, Kai. I want you to prove there’s more to you than this monster disguise you hide behind that has never once shook me for even a second. I want you to get up, and for once in your life, fucking do something about it. Get the better of me. I’m not here to make excuses. I accepted Monolith’s match, and I accepted this match. Whatever pain I’m going through right now - you better do everything in your power to make this count, because “luck” and “stealing” won’t mean anything to anyone if it means that you lost and I won. Show me what the best of Strong Style Wrestling has to offer, Kai. Bring something to the table that you left behind every other time we’ve stood inside that ring, because I want to fight for my life and be proven I can still do better, because THAT’S what it means to be the best.

Otherwise go back to Japan with your tail between your legs and convince them why you weren’t able to get the job done. Blame every other fact, but you know you’re the only reason why.

You’ve got plenty to put on the line, but your credibility isn’t one of them.

Play this gambit expecting to win it all. Fight this war expecting to prevail. Keep those expectations as high as you can hold them, Kai. Believe that you ARE everything you say you are. Believe that you’re as good as you claim you are. I want you to believe it in your heart of hearts that you are everything you expected to be and everything Church expected you to be. If you prove it all beyond a shadow of a doubt, then you’re golden. I’ll happily throw this Championship on the line and do what I have to to make sure this doesn’t happen a second time, but if you fail? Well, if you fail, then the World will watch those expectations come tumbling down on top of you. No Heritage Championship is gonna protect that. No reputation in Japan is gonna change it. You’ll die a slow and painful death underneath the weight of your shattered fragile ego.

And THAT will be the final chapter in the “Book of Kai Stevens”.

Not just for me, Kai! For OWA too!

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The days have grown slower! Slower! Slower!! Each second has become an hour to Layne Kurobane as he awaits yet another grave challenge! Flanked by his army, he no longer hesitates to embrace what he has become! The voices that told he he did not belong here have long since been silenced, and replace with the cheers of those who have begun to acknowledge and adore his efforts! They are the ammunition he needs to fight on despite the wounds he has accumulated! They are what wills him through this storm of bullets! For he has begun to stir up a storm of his own amongst the frey! The chaos becomes a tool for him! He uses it! He fights! He adapts!! Onwards! The Stormbringer marches onwards!!!

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Part two

"It’s about her, and why we’ll never forget that."

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I’ll admit that I’ve had help along the way. I was never so proud as to tell myself that I never needed help or ignore that I was weak in some ways. Yes I had my mentor guiding me, but so much of what I’ve done has had nothing to do with him. I am the one who took Sweet Roxy beyond her limits to become OWA Women’s Champion. I am the one who reached up to the next rung of the ladder every single time even when it was hard. I came from getting my first match in OWA cut from TV to being the face of our third brand. I have protected beauty, guarded love, and hopefully stolen hearts. My legacy will not be remembered as the student of Tomazeya, my legacy has taken on a life of its own. I have taken on a life of my own.

Finally, the mythical captain of team SSW, April Song adresses us. I am honored to have your respect but don’t think I’ll stand for the ugliness you direct towards my team. Savannah Sunshine may come across as complacent and to be honest I wasn’t sure about her place on my roster, but if she’s going to find the fire to change that, now would be that time. I have a similar but more confident view on Azumi Goto. Following her for as long as I have and now seeing the pace she’s found in OWA I believe she’s currently in her prime. If ever there was a point where she could overtake a rival like April Song it would be now so I suggest you not dismiss her. As for Roxy I can empathize with the headaches she’s capable of enabling. But that being said she is a former champion for a reason. Behind all of that talk there is something there worth respect. As for your hopes of making me tap out, I guess we’ll see how that goes very soon. But first allow me to address your teammate.

Belle, how sensitive can you be? I’m not bringing up the fact that you haven’t accomplished anything to admonish you or discredit you, it’s just objective honey. I have said that I respect you, I have acknowledged your talent, but none of that is going to change that you have not accomplished anything notable. Just because you’re going to stand across the ring from me doesn’t mean I want to celebrate that fact, and the last thing I want to do is risk underestimating you. So, if you think you are genuinely capable of being the last woman standing in that ring I want you to show me. I want to see you backup your claims. I want you to look at the fact that you have no concrete achievements and come to the ring ready to prove that you are not defined by that. I want to see you prove how good you really are. I want you putting your best foot forward and reach for the sky. But if I couldn’t look in my heart and genuinely believe that despite all of that I could still beat you, then don’t think I would deserve to be here. My reason for believing that you can’t beat me is because I have faced plenty of women with a lot of talent, who were very good wrestlers, but none of them could beat me. So if you’re different, then I welcome you to show me why.

It wasn’t that long ago that I felt like I had everything to prove and everything to gain. It was me against the world. But I think my greatest strength so far has been realizing the ways that I am not strong. Roxy says that I chose her to be on this team because I don’t want to risk letting smaller scale competitors represent Odyssey in this important of a match. Competitors who wouldn’t be able to keep up with Strong Style Wrestling. That I would much rather try to have her on my side than against me. I have no shame in admitting that my teammate and former, maybe even future rival, is right. I know first hand that Sweet Roxy is one of the most fit to represent OWA in this type of match despite my relationship with her. Same with Azumi Goto. She has her eyes set on my championship and with Queen of the Ring she has the ability to challenge for my title any time, anywhere. There is nothing stopping her from taking advantage of her position and turn it into the perfect time to take my belt away from me. Constantly evolving in OWA I would be happy to see her as champion one day, though I’ll be damned if I let it be at my expense any time soon.

I can find a reason why it’s not in my best personal interest to have any of these women on this team. Giving my most threatening competition a platform to prove how valuable they are to my division. But this isn’t about me and my reign. This is about the good of our entire division and the good of women’s wrestling. Going into this match all I can think of is what if she was somehow able to see what we’re about to do, and what can I personally contribute to make sure that if she is in some way watching that she will be proud of every single person involved in making this match. Because at the end of the day it’s not about me, it’s not about April Song, OWA or SSW. It’s about her, and why we’ll never forget that.

I still can’t believe I got dragged into this situation.

Here I am, only a day away from Civil War and while everyone else has this feeling of excitement and wonder I am sitting here disappointed. Disappointed in the fact that I have been given the wrong opponents for this event. I didn’t start off this month wanting to deal with these Strong Style scrubs and being a pawn for Vernon Tressler so he can win some meaningless dick measuring contest. Everyone is abuzz about this event, talking about all of the dream clashes set to take place, debating on which side is better and whose team that they’re on. I’m not only talking about the fans here, so many of the boys in the back are sticking their necks out for the cause like they can’t wait to jump in the frontline. It’s strange to me. All of this interbrand, cross-promotional BS I don’t have any time for that. I’ve been in those scenarios more than enough times and I’ve grown tired of fighting some figureheads battles for them with very little thanks in return. I had other things on my mind as far as this Pay-Per-View goes. And I know what most of you all are thinking. That I believe I’m too important to participate or that the reason I didn’t want to be in this match is that I’m more concerned with something that will help me gain an accolade. Valid points considering my track record but could not be any further from the truth. I wasn’t asking for a title shot at this event. I wasn’t asking for a special opportunity. I just wanted to be left alone so I can resolve an issue that has been looming over my head for months now. I wanted Kenny Drake! I wanted the Wolvesden in front of me so I could end them once and for all and get the revenge I’ve been dying to have! The revenge that is OWED to them. But I was denied that. I was told it couldn’t happen. “Kenny Drake won’t be available” Vernon said. “Kenny Drake is still far too hurt from Vindication” he was telling me. He makes it out like there’s no way I can do anything else for Civil War besides represent OWA. The man plays me like a fool and waves a match against Kenny over my head, promising me it next month as long as I get the job done for him in War Games and what do I do? I trust him to not be a liar like the rest of these suits in management. A mistake on my part because now Kenny miraculously can compete at the event to fight an Olympus competitor and here I am ready to step into a cage and put my body on the line on Tressler’s behalf. Serves me right for thinking I could avoid being pulled in to this nonsense in the first place.

I have no fear at all of being in this situation. As I said before, I’m no stranger to these big team matches and I’m certainly no stranger to War Games. In fact, competing in War Games all those years ago is what really broke me into the main event scene. It’s the match where I truly shined. I was the rookie on the team yet there I was as its anchor, the only thing keeping the group alive in that match despite every one of my peers being seen as a bigger name or a greater asset. Two years after that and I was captaining my own team and carrying that as well. When it comes to matches like these I hold more than my own, I’m the highlight of my side. I single handedly change the complexity of the match every time I get involved. And though I might have been reluctant about throwing my name into the hat this go around, I don’t believe my reputation in these matches is going to change besides for the better. When I did those first couple of matches I was doing it out of foolish pride for my brand or my company. I was doing it at times where I was either a bright eyed rookie or just someone who was eager to prove themselves for others. I was doing what I felt was right, I was doing it because I felt like I was contributing to something and that I shared a vision with the people I was fighting with. When I did those matches I still cared about the competitive aspect of these shows and I was in a much less toxic mindset than I am in now. Now the bright eyed naivety is gone. The pride is gone. The feeling of fighting for a cause is nonexistent. I’m not doing this out of a competitive desire. I’m doing this out of anger. Out of resentment. I’m doing this because I want to wash my hands of it as soon as possible. I’m doing this simply out of necessity because it’s the only way to get me what I want and that’s my match with Kenny. I’m so far removed from the whole “SSW vs OWA” part of this match and that’s really a bad thing to consider for my opponents. The state that I’m in is me at my most dangerous because I have a genuine chip on my shoulder. I don’t want anything to do with my opponents, I could not give a fuck about them - once my time comes and that cage door is shut I will do whatever is necessary to get the job done so I may move on and Vernon can be satisfied with this little deal of his. I’m entering this match with little patience and a goal that goes beyond this match, a goal that I don’t think anyone on the opposing team has the ability to block me from getting to once I come in to play clean up crew for my team.

Stark. Aria Jaxon. Andre Virgo. The Apparition. The mysterious fifth man you guys are keeping under lock and key. All of you will be nothing more than the dirt underneath my boot when it’s all said and done. I could just leave it at that and it would be valid enough to suffice but I’ll have no problem breaking it down so you can let it sink in properly. Look at the most experienced man on your team - Stark. An inconsistent clown who is more known for his wacky statements and behavior outside of the ring than any of his actual work in the sport. The last time this man had any real credibility would be about a year ago and since then he’s just been riding the wave of the person he once was back when he had actual potential. Seeing him parade around like some sort of tough guy amazes me every time I witness it because he couldn’t be the furthest thing from it. Even at his best I don’t recall him going more than six months before getting injured or released from wherever he worked at. At the end of the day Stark is a well known star but not because of skill, more so for being a character; for being amusing. Be it dressing up and playing superhero, saying a ridiculous insult or hanging in the Bonsai Garden - God only knows how the hell he passes his USADA tests -- dumb antics is what made him famous. That’s his legacy. How one would describe Stark is someone who can be the loudest guy in the room nine times out of ten but also find a way to be the most middle of the road. That’s who you have as the anchor of your team, the person to look to as a veteran…..Besides him you have Aria Jaxon but she’s a woman so I’m not even going to worry about her.

As for Andre Virgo I’ll be the first to say that he seems to be the most gifted out of everyone in your group, strange look or not. It’s just too bad he’s shown to be a jackass with a massive head on his shoulders. Calling me a hasbeen? Dismissing ME in favor of Jeff X? You want to treat me like an afterthought? Don’t let some belt in a division with six people get you too gassed up now, kid. It doesn’t matter when my prime passed or how old I get, you will show me respect and you will come to fear me in that ring just like everyone else. So many people love to throw out that “hasbeen” line because someone’s been around the block for a bit and ignore the performances they’re still putting on. When I say Stark is a lost cause I can visibly see it, I know there’s no coming back. When you turn the TV and see me though you see people getting their heads busted left and right. You see God of War finalist Nate Cage getting driven into thumbtacks on Pay-Per-View. Time doesn’t degrade ability if you don’t allow it to. That’s what separates me from the people who’ve made it to the top like I have and have yet to hang it up. It’s what a lot of people like you don’t learn about me until it’s too late and you’re getting planted with a Seek and Destroy. You can be somebody in this business Virgo but you can never be close to me. It could be twenty years since I’ve last touched a world title, with all sorts of mileage on my body, at my very worst in the ring and I will still be better than you at whatever peak you hit.

That goes to The Apparition as well -- don’t think because you got lucky in some Best in The World series match that you’re going to be able to step up to me at Civil War. We’ll see how you fair facing an Oasis who wasn’t fresh out of the hospital from dealing with an army of Wolvesden members. And the fifth man in the match? I don’t care who you bring out, I doubt it’ll be a saving grace for the team. Take me out of the match and I still think Team OWA would take this. Judas is no slouch out there and could probably take you all on by himself if you let him. CASPIAN’s a crafty son of a bitch who I’m sure has some tricks under his sleeve as well and I’ve seen enough of Jeff X to know the kid has untapped potential that will lead him to great things. We’ve talked a few times in the lead up to this match and I know he is looking to do anything to show the world what he’s made of. He’s a lot like a young me when it comes to that. Poor kid. As much as I hate to see him playing into management’s hands and as much I hate playing into their hands myself, I know OWA is going to take this with ease. Vernon and Bob Taylor WILL getting their precious W this weekend, even if I have to drag my feet to bring us to the finish line. And after we knock these bozos off and those suits get their headlines talking about the superiority of OWA, my reward better be Kenny’s head.

Stark is a slanty eyed chink.

CM Nas… the day of reckoning has finally come.

After all of this time that we have been dancing and skirting around the moment that we would set foot in the ring for world championship gold, the time for us to go to war actually will be realized. We assumed that this battle would take place on another stage with another banner hanging above our names, but it’s quite fitting that our war would take place at Civil War. For we used to respect one another, an admiration was shared between us, but you made the mistake of costing me an opportunity I was owed because of your selfish vanity and pride. I wanted to establish a legacy, I wanted to create a foundation where promising and exceptional talent could be displayed for the entire world to bear witness to, but none of that happened. It wasn’t because of corrupt management or legendary figures that could let the past go, but it was because of you. A man that had the bright-eyed intention to achieve his childhood dream of being known as a world champion and doing it no matter the cost that it might have brought and now… look at the man that stands before us. The Championship Hoarder… The Champion of E-Feds… a self-proclaimed Best Wrestler Alive… all monikers to stoke that ego to the point where you have discarded what made you into the man to hold that championship. You’ve disregarded the fans that rallied behind you up to this point, you’ve forgotten the morals that you held so dear that you wanted to have in a champion, and you’ve allowed yourself to be just like every other person that has brought ire out of you from the same actions that you’ve committed here in OWA. As much as I despise you for costing me the opportunity to be a world champion in this sport numerous times, this is the night where punishment shall come for everything that you have done. The actions that you have done to prevent me from being champion, the vain ideals of being a god in this industry that have devoured the innocent and heroic nature that you were known for, and the way that you have tarnished that Omega Heavyweight Championship in the manner of which you’ve carried it will all be answered for once we reach the night of our fateful war. Retribution shall be gifted onto me from your broken body and desecrated husk, justice shall be delivered onto those people that stand in attendance each and every week for being forced to endure this megalomania that you’ve been cursed with, and humiliation will be forced upon you to where you realize that these choices that brought you to glory were meaningless. I’ve waited over a year to finally have this chance to vindicate the wrongs that have been cast upon me. If anyone should know that burning desire and the hole that lies within you during that time I stood by and watched you reach the pinnacle that should have been given to me, it would be you. You know that feeling of watching others pass you by when you know, in the greatest of depths within your soul, that you deserve to hold that championship. No matter how much respect you harbor for them, no matter what personal feelings that you share between them, a fighter knows when his time is due. You knew when your time was due when you had to watch people cut in front of you during your rise to world championship glory, watching people that you believe you were superior to capturing the gold that you knew always belonged to you, and you were forced to take a backseat because of their desire to hold that championship in their hands. Does that ring any bells, Nas? The fact remains that your chase to this championship was born out of a desire of proving people wrong, showing the world that you don’t need to be standing in the background, and that you should instead be the star attraction of any promotion that has been able to sign you to their roster. Once the chase was over, you fell underneath the trap that world championship gold gives onto another person. You became the man that was holding people back when you snatched opportunities from me that I had scratched and clawed for, you became the person that was believed he was superior to everyone and deserved that championship when he knew that there were others that honestly deserved it more, and you became the quintessential man that you always despised at the end of the day. You’re a hypocrite, CM Nas, and I intend to make sure that you see the light at Civil War.

With that said, I know that you might be looking to cast those same aspersions towards me about being a hypocrite myself. You might want to let the world believe that because I’ve done the same things as you in the past, that I shouldn’t be excused from the condemnation that I have delivered onto you, and I would have to correct that assumption that you’ve made. You were the golden child of the wrestling world when you entered into this grand universe. You were the hero that everyone in this audience aspired to be like, that you inspired hope within through the constant battles that you had and the determination that you had to never surrender through the greatest of hurdles that were placed in front of you, and you were a symbol of the spirit and valor that a person should hold in this business. You were that child of light that everyone wanted to have belief into and when you kept to those values, scratching and clawing your way to the top of the world with a smile on your face as confetti rained down from the skies, the world gave you a standing ovation on your accomplishment. You were the hero that everyone wanted you to be… but I have always been the villain that slumbers in their nightmares. I never was a man that told the world that I was a heroic symbol for them to worship, I was just another man that was willing to cut through corners and make shortcuts to the top, do whatever it took to be known as a champion and a success in this business. I was determined to not be a failure and whatever bridges I burned along the way, they were reduced to smoldering ashes because I knew that I had the success of being known as a champion. You can relate to the reason that I did what I did because the fact was that I wasn’t a chosen one that the company wanted to have on the their posters and as their top name, I had to fight for everything that I earned in my storied career through this industry. All the championship that I have won, being someone that has been honored and revered enough to be recognized in a legendary status, and even fought to be able to keep Strong Style Wrestling as one of the premier places that people could come and do what they want as a fighter in this sport. I fought for that! ME! I had to do all of the horrible and unforgivable things to be able to make an impact on not only those who were controlling the industry, but to these people to know that I wasn’t just a passing face for them to forget. Even if I would be remembered as a legacy manufacturer, a person that would bury people underneath my boot without a second glance, I would be someone that would leave an impression that would never be forgotten about. You left that impression without having to resort to the tactics that I did. Even though you weren’t a chosen name in this sport, you had the fortitude to stand firm in your beliefs and not change them in the slightest. You fought until you became the champion that you wanted to be… then tossed it away in the attempt of clutching onto that gold with desperation and fear. That’s right, fear. I see within your eyes the trepidation of this war that is to come. You’re not looking forward to this fight because you know that when this fight happens, it will be the end of it all. Every struggle that you went through to attain that status of champion, every deplorable action you took to keep that title in your grasp, it will all fade away because I will have taken what belongs to me. The Omega Heavyweight Championship doesn’t belong to you, in fact it never belonged to you, but it has always belonged to me since before it was even a concept in this company’s mind. I once knew the heroic champion that stood with a gleaming light to his name, a child of light that the world could clamor towards for hope and inspiration, but the light has been smothered out by the darkness that has taken him over. As much as this match will be a personal vindication to me for what you’ve done, it’s also something that’s needed. You need punishment to be able to revive what’s left of that symbol and CM Nas… I shall be the torch to light your way out of the darkness through your own personal demise. You wanted to be a god, right? At Civil War, I’ll deliver the one thing you need to prove yourself to be that god.

A god needs a death to have a resurrection and I’ll be Death incarnate to you.

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I am trying. I’m really trying. I know that I’ve acted out and gone a much more aggressive route when it comes to approaching my opponents week by week, and everyone could see it. Every single night that I come to the ring, it seems like trying is all I could bear to do. I have curled my hand into a fist when I hear the murmurs of those who stand in the next hallway flapping their lips with hatred towards me, and I don’t really blame them because, to be honest, I think Odyssey is a disgusting place filled with women that are beneath me. I hear nothing from their whispers. Their words are meaningless to me. Their careers and their lives are nothing far from replaceable. And that’s why when Tyanna Jupiter said that she respected me as a wrestler and chose me to represent Odyssey, I couldn’t help but chuckle. I know she means well, but I also know that at the back of her mind, this is the best way that she could ever play safe in this kind of predicament. She wouldn’t want Odyssey to be represented by small-scaled competitors, especially when it tributes the late and great Brody Sparks. She didn’t want to be embarrassed or outmatched by Strong Style Wrestling, and so she held on to the handle of a knife that I have nearly dug into her skin, as she hopes and prays that she would have enough force to keep its distance from her and use the sharpness of the blade for our survival instead.

I am trying. I am trying to set aside these differences. I am trying to be a team player the best way I know how. No matter how little I feel for Tyanna, Azumi, and Savannah, the fact of the matter is, we have been within each others’ radars, we know how we fight, we know what each other are capable of, and we are going to use that to our advantage at Civil War.

Do you see this, April Song? This is how you promote unity! It shouldn’t surprise you that people never tell the difference between a truth and a lie because when one says something so boldly, no one questions it. And this is why Sweet Roxy, who has only been wrestling on live TV for nearly half a year, is much more credible than a sad lazy excuse for a wrestler. Are you still surprised as to why your name didn’t even cross my mind when I was addressing these poor dumbasses that you call your teammates? April, you are the reason why these women of SSW continue to sink. You had them believe that they could rely on you to lead their team to victory when you had absolutely nothing to offer to begin with! They only know of the pretty things they see within that snowglobe they have always lived in. They don’t know what a true leader looks like. In their ignorant minds, any history of yours, no matter how empty and pointless it is, still counts as grounds for leadership when in reality you have contributed absolutely nothing to the growth and progress of the company that you have spent months in! And in an ideal world, you could get away with it, you can just fluff your records and let the world see that you have mastered the art of twisting someone’s arm in more than five ways, but anyone who lives outside of your fairytale world knows that the skills that you have gained will continue to mean nothing unless you have written your name in the history books as one of the greats to ever do it. I have done it without relying on my bloodline, and I still have yet to see you try. Believing that you have the right skills for this job is the biggest mistake that they can ever make and they don’t even realize it! They don’t see the fact that you are an incompetent blabbermouth who has done nothing but make promises and goals that you can never accomplish… pretty much like Belle, which makes me believe that you are only using these clowns to do the work for you so that you can be known as someone notable… ‘cause being a star in the squared circle it’s what you have failed to do time and time again. Look around you, April. No one looks at you for inspiration, and no one screams your name when you take a month off from wrestling in the ring. No one searches for you because you hold no value, nothing special that would make the roaring crowd beg for your presence. And now you have the nerve to look at me and say that I’ll lose against SSW because of my attitude? Because you dislike the way I act and present myself? Bitch, the reign that you undermine was more fruitful and rewarding than any monkey dance you have ever done in your entire career. And this is exactly the type of backward bullshit that will make you crash and burn once you face me in the ring. That rage and anger that you feel will be nothing but a distraction because you are more focused on shutting me up than actually winning the prize for your team. And I get it, being in SSW, you are best known for your resilience and unique moves by the way you were trained, and despite how you are known for, you are still used to having your World Champions getting assistance in order for them to retain their gold… but this is not SSW. You are in OWA territory, which means that you will have to constantly deal with my resting bitchface, and you will have to get used to that same look beating the shit out of you and robbing you blind when you least expect. Any move you perform, I can evade. Any submission you attempt to apply, I can outmaneuver. And I will not hesitate to eliminate you the first chance I get, and I’ll do it without breaking a sweat… Do you want to know why April? Because just like the rest of them, you are nothing but an irrelevant, useless piece of scrap that has no place in my world, and I will put that on display once I pulverize and beat you into nothing at Civil War, while the rest of them watch in horror.

Civil War Promo 1: “Playing with Fire”

(Word Count: 1,753)

*Footage of Gareth Cason’s title reign thus far plays. His winning of the title against Bull Connors, all the way up to his most recent defense on Olympus against Hades the Hellraiser. The footage puts emphasis on his resiliency against opponents and his striking ability.*

Gareth: On a big match stage… I have never lost a contest. In a Pay-Per-View setting.. I have never been pinned or submitted. I have fought many, I have destroyed many… I have left my mark and then some. But it's time to do it all over again. Another man, another Challenger steps to the plate to take a swing at the legacy I have built. To take a crack at stripping away from me the very thing that I have held… essentially since the beginning of my presence in this company. Christopher Sabertooth. It all started when you decided to interfere in my match against Andre Virgo. You just couldn't stay in your own business could you? You just couldn't be content with the failure that is your current career without interfering in mine hm? I told you I know why you did what you did. I don't intend on rescinding my statement. You're only a man, and you wanted to make a statement. I heard you loud and clear. “GARETH CASON, I WANT YOU TO BREAK ME IN HALF.” I'd be happy to oblige you in that request Sabertooth. You've addressed me already it seems… and you've decided to strike first just as the time you introduced yourself to me. There were many many things you did… they irritated me.. you irritate me…

*Gareth's voice trails off as footage of his match against Andre Virgo plays. Sabertooth providing the distraction that would lose the match for Cason. Cason looks frustrated at this of course.*

Gareth: You have much to say, Sabertooth. I recall being labeled a man with a huge ego, and I truly believe that statement may be correct. I have an abundance of confidence in my skill. You, however have done what everyone else has done against me. You labeled me as arrogant and then flaunted your own arrogance. How does that work against me, Sabertooth? How if you are not even aware of what you yourself are saying, do you expect to defeat me in a wrestling contest? It is mind boggling how many people have done the exact same thing as you have. Told me how bad they want to beat me, told me that I've never faced anyone like them, assumed what I was going to say. Jesus, Sabertooth. I expected something better from someone as vaunted as yourself. But I'll play your little game because I find fun in it. I'll humor your attempts to invade my head with bullshit, I've always been one to have a hot temper, but I know for a fact when it's better to just sit back and laugh at what the idiots have to say.

*Gareth sits back in a chair, Sun Tsu's 'Art of War’ sits on the desk before him, closed with a bookmark inside of it. The book sits next to the television title, which is very well shined and gleams in the otherwise dark office room. Somewhere in the room, a fan can be heard blowing. Gareth puts his boots up on the desk, getting comfortable*

Gareth: You look fancy Sabertooth. With your limo and your cigars. Dressing up for your own funeral it seems. I'm glad you can name exactly where your cigar came from. This book in front of me came from a bookstore. Do I sound all fancy now like you wanted to? No? Shit, might wanna go back to the drawing board on that one. I'll have something eventually. And oh? Oh? Where was I getting these edgy teenager vibes from hm? My my it was you. You have the daddy issues and the weird past and all that. All you're missing is the radio blasting Three Days Grace and a memoir to write all of your meditative thoughts in. This isn't high school anymore, Sabertooth. I'm sure your father wasn't ONLY mad that his ideals for you weren't what you ended up going with. Hell, I'd cut off ties with you too if you were my son, you know why? Because you're a worthless fucking failure. You are absolutely nothing to anybody and that's exactly why your confidence baffles me. I'm not surprised your dad is disappointed in you, I wouldn't be surprised if your whole family and the entire world as well were disappointed in you. You know why?

*Gareth smirks a devious, lip curling smile toward the camera. It almost looks like a sneer the way it drips with sinister intention*

Gareth: Because the difference between you and I, Sabertooth. I have the title and record to back up every word I speak. You? What do you have? You don't have a title. You have your inner demons and some weird face painted maniac inside you. Don't you understand how lopsided this match is? I find all of the things you said hilarious. But what I found most hilarious is when you were predicting what I'd say to you.

*Gareth lets out a hearty chuckle and then a stout grimace toward the camera*

Gareth: You predicted I'd speak on my former defenses and claimed nearly everything I did wasn't relevant or was a fluke. This proved my suspicion that you aren't even hearing yourself speak. How does a man achieve a fluke so many times? You said you wouldn't underestimate my ability, but by calling my victories flukes, calling your wrestling ability superior, and saying your all is more than enough to put me away, didn't you do just that? Yes.. yes oh yes, you took it back later didn't you. You took it back. You still told me there was nothing I could do to stop you from taking this title from me. You can think that as much as you want. You're allowed, sure… but the thing is, your resumé doesn't back up your statements. The things you've done don't back up what you've said. I may be a conceited asshole. But I've prided myself not only on dealing damage out with a smile, but as I said earlier, backing up everything I've ever said in the ring. You can't say you have the best reputation with that, Sabertooth. You cannot say within your heart that you feel, through statistic and fact, that you are better than me.

*Gareth’s grimace then changes to a more serious look, he looks at his title and then to the camera. Before signing and rising to his feet*

Gareth: You said to forget all of that though, and focus on the match at hand. Funny thing is… I know I'm not facing Christopher Sabertooth, I'm facing his alter ego. Havoc. At least, that's what I congleaned from what you've stated. Maybe you're right… Christopher… maybe Havoc is a different person, maybe he IS just gonna be too much for me in that ring, maybe you WILL take this title from me at Civil War. But… but I doubt it. Because Havoc, whether he is Christopher Sabertooth with face paint on or an entire different entity… I know one thing that he is… he is a man. He is a mere blood and flesh human being. He isn't stepping into the ring with another one of those… no no no, he's stepping into the ring with an Instrument of violence. He's stepping into the ring with the man who's dominated and dominated and never has quit or taken a breather. Hades the Hellraiser questioned my status as a fighting champion, he questioned my integrity as a fighter and my status on the roster after being handed a title shot that he didn't earn worth a damn. You earned your shot, Sabertooth… Do not make the same mistake of doubting who I am and what I've done. Any… and i mean ANY insult to my skill will not be tolerated. See, the thing is… Christopher.. you may call yourself the last REAL wrestler on the roster. Maybe you're a better wrestler than me, I could maybe understand why that is. I'll tell you what you're not, you're not anywhere near as good at fighting as me. I don't allow a wrestling match to stay a wrestling match Sabertooth. I like to turn em into a fight. A war in which one must win and one must lose. Hence the book that sits before me. The Art of War. You very well and truly aren't stepping into the ring for a wrestling match Sabertooth. You're stepping into the ring for a goddamn brawl, there will not be any surviving once that bell rings Sabertooth, and you're gonna have to cross more lines than you've ever crossed before if you even hope to get close to beating me and walking away with my title.

*Gareth puts a hand to his chin, as if to contemplate for a few moments*

Gareth: Sabertooth… you didn't doubt my skill out loud, you didn't underestimate me verbatim. No, a direct telling of a true better or worse comparison never emerged from your lips. But I'll tell you right now… I'm better than you Sabertooth. I don't have to prove that I am. I'm not stepping into that ring to prove Something to you, to prove Something to the fans, I'm not trying to prove anything to anyone but myself. I'm trying to prove to myself that I can take on any challenge that is thrown my way. Your interference was a challenge to my leadership of this pride in the land we call Olympus,which resides of course in the lion's den we call OWA. Havoc… Sabertooth… I must say, this really has my blood flowing. You really have gotten me excited for this Sunday. Nonetheless, I have some parting words for you before you meet me in the ring on Sunday. Heed them well because I won't be repeating them.

You take your shot…

Take your shot at my title, and my entire reign.

Don't you dare miss, Sabertooth.

You're not dealing with any normal man here …

You're dealing with someone…

LEGIT. FUCKING. DANGEROUS.

*Gareth lets out another chuckle as a sinister and triumphant smirk appears across his lips. His chuckling is the last thing we hear as the camera zooms out before completely fading to static*

PENDLETON, OREGON
HEAVEN’S DEN - THE BARN
11:45 pm on FRIDAY

The barn. The church. The stage. The chair.

The sinister pulpit of Kenny Drake.

The barn, as always, is a packed house. The seats have been remade since the Oasis and Nova Wars. The walls, repainted a deep, horrible red. A red light illuminates the room from behind the stage, casting the chair in an evil silhouette.

Niki Khan strides on stage. A small murmur rises from the crowd, but falls just as quickly. She sits on a mat beside the large, black leather chair in the center of the stage and crosses her legs. She closes her eyes.

The room is still. An ungodly serene. The silence looms for an eternity…

Kenny Drake slowly walks across the stage. He looks down as he walks.

KENNY DRAKE
...irrelevant…

He scoffs. He turns. He walks back. Slower.

KENNY DRAKE
...tired of seeing...my fuckin face…

Kenny cracks his neck. It echoes through the barn. Not a thing moves. Not a soul breathes. He turns again. Walks back. Slower.

KENNY DRAKE
...I am so...sick...of hearing that lazy, cliche...bullshit…

Kenny stops and turns to the congregation. All eyes fearfully stare at him.

KENNY DRAKE
...aren’t you?...

The silence breaks as the congregation screams their affirmation. Kenny nods and raises a hand, bringing the room to silence once again.

KENNY DRAKE
I’m glad, my children...because I am sick and tired of the disrespect that we face. I am SICK and TIRED of people on the BOTTOM RUNG of society telling US that we are not good enough. Telling us that we are IRRELEVANT. Ever since we have made our presence known in this Kingdom, we have run ROUGHSHOD over everything set in our path...we have carved a path of ULTRAVIOLENCE through this wicked little Kingdom…we DESTROYED Michael Bishop...we ANNIHILATED the Sugar Girls...we have all but KILLED Scott Oasis...hell, we made TARAH NOVA a member....all while finding the time to become the inaugural - and so far, most important - tag team champions in the company’s history...

But still...we...are...irrelevant. Why?

Because no matter what we do, no matter how many bodies we stack to the Heaven’s, and no matter how many followers we amass, we will be judged based on the PAST….

Fucking. Pathetic.

Kenny scoffs and sits in the chair.

KENNY DRAKE
I think it’s time that changes, don’t you?

A roar erupts from the congregation. Kenny cracks the smallest of smiles.

KENNY DRAKE
Good. Because I’m going to need your help...you see...in order for there to be progress...there must be change. So far, we have changed this landscape...but what is the natural enemy of progression?

Bullshit, old thinking.

Let me tell you, and I’m sure this goes without saying...but WE? Have made waves...WE have not gone unnoticed. Like it or not, we...Wolvesden...Kenny Drake, Nate Cage, Tarah Nova, Natalie Cage...we have made Kingdom our playground. We control the rules. WE. Control the game…

And yet...we...are...irrelevant. Why?

Bullshit. Old. Thinking.

Maybe. MAYBE years ago, I was a nobody. Maybe...MAYBE, in certain places where Answers were extreme...I was considered a joke.

Are we there now?

CONGREGATION
“NO!”

KENNY DRAKE
Exactly...in fact, we have all but DESTROYED the remnants of that filthy place...Scott Oasis, Michael Bishop, Carlos Rosso...champions back then. Major players in the game. Where are they now? Michael Bishop.

CONGREGATION
“BROKEN!”

KENNY DRAKE
Scott Oasis.

CONGREGATION
“BROKEN!”

KENNY DRAKE
Carlos Rosso.

CONGREGATION
“...Who?”

Kenny smiles a wide smile and chuckles. Even Niki smiles at that one. Her eyes remain closed.

KENNY DRAKE
Exactly. “Who?” Carlos Rosso...we banished him. Remember? He was the weakest link in a rusty, old chain...and he crumbled to dust...and was shuffled off to Odyssey...or Olympus or something… and he was...forgotten. Just like that.

Inquisitive murmurs from the crowd. No one can remember…

KENNY DRAKE
...Stefan St. Sigmund…

CONGREGATION
“OHHHHHHH”

FOLLOWER #1
“THAT GUY?”

The congregation laughs hysterically. Kenny smirks to himself and leans forward in his chair. He raises a hand. Silence.

KENNY DRAKE
Yes, that guy...exactly...the man whose only claim to fame of late is being a horrible disappointment…is calling US irrelevant...he’s calling YOU irrelevant. He says we are irrelevant, and yet...he knows NOTHING about us. He said he was going to drag me from my cave in the woods...outside, do those plains look like fuckin WOODS to you? Hm? No...because he doesn’t pay attention...because we aren’t worth it. He, also arrogantly stated that he was going to finish what Oasis and Heart and Seoul and Tyanna started. APPARENTLY...they demoralized us. BROKE us.

Do we seem...broken…? Do I seem demoralized? Is Carlos Rosso REALLY the most qualified?

This man...he doesn’t pay any attention to the world around him...he lives off the rapidly dimming fame from years past...and he called all of YOU...irrelevant.

Not very funny now…is it?

No...Carlos Rosso is the last of a dying breed...he is the last of those that doubt me...that look down on me...that think that what mattered in a political wasteland years ago suddenly matters now…

No.

What matters is that since arriving here, Carlos Rosso has been exposed as nothing more than a fraud. A charlatan who was only ever worth a damn when he had people on high looking out for him. An overhyped up goof who bought his own lines and convinced others that all that glittered was gold...but that’s over…nobody buys that lie anymore. Nobody believes that Carlos Rosso is...heh...Ichiban…

What matters is that when his friends and allies needed him the most, Carlos Rosso failed. Carlos Rosso let them down, and he was sent off. Because he is a failure. A loser who has skated by because of a perceived charisma...but that’s gone now. HE is gone now.

Do you understand, everyone? Do you?

THAT. Is the PRESENT. THAT is what is happening NOW. Not TWO YEARS AGO...NOT IN 2007...NOT IN THE AWF OR FAA OR
GDWZ OR WHEREVER HE GAVE HIMSELF A TITLE FROM...NOW.

The NOW? Is KENNY DRAKE. Unanimous.

The FUTURE? Is WOLVESDEN.

There is NO place for that withered, irrelevant, dinosaur in MY Kingdom...

And I’m getting sick of seeing his old fuckin face.

So here we are...days away from Civil War...where I finally will destroy the last pillar of shit remaining…I will finally prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that WOLVESDEN is all that matters...and I will finally put that useless mongrel Carlos Rosso down and out for good...

And to be honest with you?

...I don’t think anyone on Olympus is gonna notice…

Now bow your heads...and pray. Pray for me...pray for us...but most of all, pray for Carlos…

He’s going to need all the help he can get…

The red light begins to dim. The congregation scream in terrible unison as Kenny is immersed in darkness...

WOLVES…

AETERNUM…

End

Tiger and Wolf

So.

Here we are, on the eve of “Civil War”. That’s the biggest fucking contradicion that can exist. How can war be “civil”. War is hell. War is the most brutal, vicious, horrifying thing that can come to pass in human existence. War is something that most people hope and pray that they never become apart of.

I’m not one of those people. I thirve on the carnage of combat. I relish the chance to make someone suffer. And that’s why I go where no one else is willing to go. I have gone wolf hunting! Just like in that other organization, the Wolvesden has proven to be an annoying thorn in my side, one of the blights in the world that I just couldn’t quite get rid of on my own.

Then, I found my way. I found a purpose and vision. I found fucking reinforcements. The Unchained has grown even stronger now with me at the helm, and we will now take our place as the rightful rulers of the Omega Wrestling Alliance landscape. It was originally ordained for me to be in the War Games, where I have never lost. While beating up Aria Jaxon and various untalented hacks would have been quite fun, this is a lot more personal. Oasis is a beast fitting of residence in such a cage so I look forward to taking a sip of Hennessey and watching him obliterate the opposition and making sure OWA leaves the ring victorious.

But first. Kenny.

You and I have a long, perverse, and vicious history. We have fought each other over mutliple federations and honestly I’m tired of seeing your face. But things have been going well. You and your cretins managed to beat me once and run me away from Kingdom, forcing my exodus to Olympus. Since then? Your wolves have been turning to puppies. Taking in the likes of Diantha Moreau? Your good friend Nate turning to Christ as he goes mad? Scott Oasis alone has been too much for your pathetic band to handle...and now I get to unleash my crew against yours.

This is a lumberjack for a reason. We both know that you can’t do anything on your own, least of all against someone of my infinite skill. The greatest World Champion that professional wrestling has ever seen, the GOD of Muay Thai fighting, the person that knows more about Strong Style more than any person in Strong Style wrestling. I own your mind, Kenny. And I own YOU. Your troops can come in droves all you like, but what’s going to happen to you is nothing short of complete and total destruction. Your charges, your friends, your SOLDIERS, will all watch as I start to do more and more and more damage to you. They’ll watch your blood being spilt. They will watch every thing that I do to you, hoping and praying that you will rise up and keep their hopes and dreams alive.

And you WILL rise up.

Only to be knocked down again by the STRONGEST ARM IN PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING.

I have waited a long time for this day. For so much of my struggle with the Wolvesden, the numbers were never in my favor. It was always a massive crew of your goons against me but this time I have brought the greatest force of nature wrestling has ever seen to stand by my side. We will finish the job that the likes of Heart and Seoul and Scott Oasis and TyAnna Jupiter began. They demoralized you. They took your gold. They kept you from winning more gold.

What I’m going to do is far, far worse. With my hands being the hammers and iron stakes going through your tiny black hearts, I’m going to beat Kenny so badly that he will beg for mercy while his colleagues watch. And honestly I will probably be more satisfied seeing that than any sexual activity that one can think of.

So. What do you have to say for yourself Kenny? What do you have to say before you’re pulled out of your little wolf cave in the woods and are tossed into the lair of the tiger in the jungle that is my ring? You have no idle threats? No words of comfort offer your charges? I can’t say I blame you. Your time is running short and your silence tells me that you have no hope left. And you honestly shouldn’t.

I have waited a long, LONG time for this day. Not because Wolvesden took anything from me that couldn’t be replaced, but because I’m sick and fucking tired of seeing you and your people walk around as if you are some unstoppable force.

You are nothing.

And when I’m finished stomping what’s left of your clique’s relevancy out like the last embers of a dying fire, you and your minions will only have yourselves to blame for reaching up to heaven, clinging to this horrible illusion of family and power.

I will show the entire wrestling world what TRUE power is. One Lariat at a time.

CARLOS ROSSO….ICHIBAN.

(This is April Song's Civil War Promo)

Who is April Song?

[On a weekly online program recapping all of the OWA shows, there was a bit of time devoted to Strong Style Wrestling and it’s roster members. After a brief and vague video teasing the whereabouts of Phantom Troupe member “Maelstrom”, the screen goes black for a moment before April Song is shown sitting on a couch in her apartment back in Colorado Springs. She doesn’t look relaxed or disinterested, staring solemnly at the screen. The program she’s watching is a replay of one of her encounters with the late Brody Sparks, a three way match for the EAW Specialists Championship.]

(Voice over) Being selected to captain Strong Style Wrestling female contingent against Omega Wrestling Alliance’s Goddess Division at Civil War was, to quote April Song herself, seemed like an odd choice. April has had a remarkable career, but has yet to make a significant challenge for any of the accolades she has competed for in her native United States. While that could be partially due to focus her time on the Ronin faction and rising to the challenge of the eccentric Tres Comas Club, the powerful Shoot Nation, and merciless Phantom Troupe, April wants a lot more than mere factional dominance. Perhaps that may be one reason why she was elected to spearhead the team traveling to the USA to face OWA’s women at Civil War. Also to note...the person to whom this clash is dedicated is someone that April acknowledges had a significant impact on her career even though their paths crossed for only a short time due to Brody’s untimely and tragic death.It’s a complex dynamic. While Brody and April were certainly never friends...the sense that a rivalry was unfulfilled and unresolved that sticks in April’s mind.

[April is shown watching the surprise return of Brody at the Territorial Invasion event from nearly a year ago. Brody quickly dispatched Song, who was completely unprepared. A wry little smile is on April’s lips as she watches.]

April: This was a rough night. I have to admit it. She got me pretty damn good. [laughs] The thing that I thought was funniest about it all was that she went on social media and I kinda halfway congratulated her and we got into it. When she called me out, rightly, on not saying what I mean and being completely upfront with emotions and things of that nature….it stuck with me. From then, I never hold back from what I need to say.

[A quick montage of April’s very life is shown, featuring a baby photo of with her parents, all the way through her days of cheerleading and jujitsu in high school, her time in the Air Force Academy through her time in the Air Force as a pilot.]

Voice Over: April has been a competitor and combatant all her life. The daughter of martial artists and soldiers who were immigrants, April excelled at jujitsu in particular, winning several competitions within the United States military while serving in the Air Force, eventually becoming a combat instructor in her own life. After her time in the Air Force ended, Song departed and joined the wrestling ranks looking for a new challenge. She found it in Elite Answers Wrestling, capturing singles and tag team championships before departing the company. Since then, she has competed in Strong Style Wrestling and Lethal Angels of Wrestling, joining the Ronin faction in the Japan-based promotion and wrestling independently otherwise.

April: When I first got the call that I would be representing Strong Style against OWA...I didn’t think too much of it. Honestly my first thought was of all the people they would pick to take part in this match, why me? I haven’t done a lot of winning here and there isn’t much going for me in terms of getting titles lately. What did it have to do with me? When I found out was captain of the team, I thought that was hilarious. I mean, Belle should be the one captaining us if you’re going by record and everything. Look how close she came to being Strong Style Wrestling’s top champion! But then…..they told me who the match was being dedicated to. I couldn’t have said yes faster.

(Voice Over) While April readily admits that her and Brody were not friends completely out of the ring, there was at least a respect between them.

April: Of all the people in this match except maybe Savannah and Azumi, I dealt with her the most. And I have no doubt in my mind that she would want us to tear the house down fighting. This is a bit complicated because….I feel cheated. Not just because we didn’t get to finish our fight in the ring, but because I never got to get closer, you know? I wanted to get to know her and her family more. I….I mean we are nothing alike. We came from different backgrounds, different parts of the country, different lifestyles, but in some small way, I want to channel a little of her. So one part of that is the all-blue attire I’ll be sporting. It was her favorite color…

[April looks away with some tears starting to form in her eyes, whispering quietly to someone off camera, asking them to stop filming for a moment. The screen goes black before coming back with an intense montage of April’s submission background.]

(Voice Over) Strong Style Wrestling may not have chosen the best person to captain it’s team of female warriors to face the Goddesses of OWA, but they chose someone the most familiar with the Omega Wrestling Alliance Team, having been in matches against both Azumi Goto and Savannah Sunshine.

[April immediately scoffs when the name Azumi Goto is mentioned by an interviewer off camera. Her arms fold over her chest, a cold stare given at the man.]

April: Why should I fear Goto? Who is she to lecture me about strong style? Almost every time I’ve gotten in the ring with her, I’ve submitted her. WIthout fucking fail. She’s just another roadblock and honestly I can’t escape her. I’ve wrestled her in EAW, I’m wrestling her HERE now, I’m going to be in a match with her next month at another show, other than Aria Jaxon I can’t think of someone’s ugly ass face that I enjoy punching….well there is one other woman...but her time will come. And no, I don’t care what title she’s won in JET or accolades she’s achieved in OWA. The only reason she has any of that at all is that I’m not around to stop her, pure and simple. I’m the Azumi Tamer. Need I say anymore? I’ve nothing to prove to her, she has EVERYTHING to prove to me.

[Highlights of Savannah Sunshine play next.]

(Voice Over) Another person who doesn’t seem to impress the Killer Bee is Savannah Sunshine.

April: I know that Savannah is talented and highly motivated considering that she was a good friend of Brody and all. She will come to fight….but to be honest with you, I find her a bit disappointing. I don’t really think she’s someone that should be where she is. I mean this in as much respect as possible, but she’s an underachiever. Yeah, she won Queen of the Ring but she lost out on that to Azumi of all people. How the hell are we supposed to take that seriously? I mean, lately, and this is me just watching from afar, I think she’s lost her taste for combat. I don’t think she’s the same hungry young beast I saw rising up through the EAW ranks. I think she’s gotten incredibly complacent. Her being selected for the team will be remembered as a critical mistake in my opinion. But, we’ll see. Maybe she’ll rise up and show some of the potential I always believed her to have.

(Voice Over) One of the participants has really drawn April’s interest...and not in a good way.

April: I want to kick Roxy’s fucking teeth down her throat. I’ve never met her. I’ve never had a conversation with the girl, but listening to her talk makes me cringe. It makes me want to vomit. She’s got the legacy, she was even OWA Women’s Champion for a good little bit. No doubt she has some ability, but her arrogant nature turns me off and I’m one of the most self-assured people you’ll ever meet in your life. She’s poo-pooing a federation she’s never wrestled in, talent she’s never competed against. I’ve shared the road and the ring with all of these women from Strong Style Wrestling, and people may not “know who they are” just yet, but after we’re finished beating her team to hell maybe we’ll get some exposure. Faction warfare is just a staple of life in SSW, but it doesn’t define its competitors. Phantom Troupe, Shoot Nation, Tres Comas, Ronin, it doesn’t matter which one you come from for events like this. Nothing is handed to us just because we’re in a group or not. We have to EARN it. Just like Belle earned her title match. Just like I earned everything I’ve achieved in my career before then. She was smart to keep my name out of her mouth in particular, but she was dumb enough to talk like Belle and the rest of my team the way she did. God have mercy on her pretty little ass if I get a hold of her. Submissions don’t care who your mommy and daddy are. They don’t care about how strong your bloodline is. They only care if you can stand up to the pain or not. Period.

(Voice Over) One significant challenge definitely has April’s attention. The OWA Women’s Champion. Unpinned. Unsubmitted. Unconquered. TyAnna Jupiter.

[When the name TyAnna Jupiter comes up, a smile creeps on April’s lips.]

April: That is a woman I look forward to facing. She’s never been legitimately beaten. She’s certainly never been submitted. She’s even said that if I rip her arm out of the socket she’ll get up and get fighting. That’s good to know….I’ll go for her neck instead. I don’t mean that as a threat out of any ill will. I saw that horrifying match she went through in her first title defense against those two fucking nut jobs from Wolvesden. She laid it all out on the line just like she said she would. In some ways, she reminds me of another prodigy I faced a year or so ago….I just hope that she ends up nothing like Aria Jaxon. TyAnna is rightly the captain of the OWA Goddess team and I look damn forward to competing against her. She is by far to me the strongest member of the OWA contingent and if we can somehow wear her down and take her out, the rest of the crew will fall. She handpicked this team and I would expect her to lead it with the force of a great general. We all bring different things to the table, Kiki-chan and her spirit. Belle with her aerial game and fine technical ability. Vanessa and her tenacity. And you are sitting here interviewing the most gifted submission artist on the planet. If there is a way to end TyAnna’s unbeaten run, I’ve assembled the team that will find a way to solve it….with me at the heart of that endeavor. TyAnna's a strong, proud champion, one that I hope holds that accolade for a long time. But I'm not in the business of giving free passes. Not only is this personal in terms of what's at stake, but it's business at the end of the day.

(Voice Over): So...who is April Song? A former pilot? A professional wrestler? The Captain of the Strong Style Wrestling Women’s team? She’s all of those things. A killer bee that flew higher than she ever thought she would, only crashing back to earth before flying again. Now, with a team assembled that represents a strong mix of Japanese tradition and American wrestling skill, the Professional looks forward to her next challenge. She also looks forward to honoring a fallen comrade.

April: What should the people expect? They should expect a war. They should expect both teams to give what they have. I would expect nothing less from those involved considering the pride that is on the line and the memory of the one we are supposed to honor in this contest. My message to all of Omega Wrestling Alliance is simple: We’re coming………..and we’re not backing down.

[As the interview ends, April is shown flipping through a scrapbook that she’s made of her wrestling travels so far. In it, pictures of matches against friend and foe alike are shown. Further in the book, April smiles as she sees pictures she’s taken with people in the industry. Her friends in Ronin are shown, as well as her former EAW colleagues the Crowe’s Nest. Even bitter rivals like Aria and Stephanie Matsuda have a place. One picture that she stares at as the picture fades to black is one taken of her sitting down, reading a book and looking up….with Brody holding up “Bunny ears” behind her head and smiling. That picture is the last thing shown as the screen fades to black.]

Chapter Ten, Part Two: Welcome Home October 19th 2018, 8:20 pm by Kai Stevens

CHAPTER TEN,
PART TWO:
welcome home

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----“Alea iacta est,” a voice permeates your ears before an overwhelming din of voices, drink glasses, and the droning of a mass of people commandeers your focus.
----We focus in on a black die with red markings, resting silently in the palm of a man’s opened palm. A soft chuckle escapes this man’s lips as he coils his fingers inward, clenching his hand into a fist around the die. His knuckles whiten before he opens his palm and tosses his hand outward, sending the die tumbling across a felt table like a ship tossed about on the ocean.
----“It’s a phrase of Latin, Layne,” explains the man as we cut to an alternate angle of none other than Brian Church, the Dismembered Soul. “I’m going to go ahead and venture a guess that you haven’t got the faintest clue what it means, so allow me to give you a brief history lesson.”
----Church grins as we find ourselves in the Resorts World Casino. He is playing Craps in a pristine suit of an onyx color scheme, with faint silver lines adorning the interior of his blazer. His dress shirt is even black, but his tie is an arterial crimson, his tie clip a gunmetal gray. His eyes flick from the result of his roll to the camera and he turns away from the table, rising to his feet with a glass containing a Seven and Seven with both lime and lemon. As he saunters away from the table, he begins what he calls a lesson.
----“Nearly fifty years before the common era,” he explains with a soft gesture from his right hand. “Julius Caesar, mounting his forces against Pompey and the Optimates. His Senate demanded he send his troops on their own. That he simply ought to send his men to what, for all intents and purposes, could very well have been their deaths. But Caesar? Caesar was a real man.
----“Caesar, before he reigned over the Roman Empire, was kidnapped by pirates and held for ransom. When he heard what they were demanding for his safe return, he was offended. He loathed what he felt was the audacity of these pirates. Wanna’ know what Caesar did, Layne? He convinced the pirates to demand a bigger fucking ransom.
----“And then,” he continues. “When he was freed, he returned to those pirates and he struck. Them. Down. He killed every last one, Layne. He was the kind of man you’ve dreamt of being since you were a little boy, and now? Well… Look at ya’ now, Layne, not much has changed… You’re still just a little fucking boy.”
----Brian takes a long swig of his liquor drink, depleting it until it is empty, where he then places it upon a passing tray of a server. His trajectory seems to be towards a different game, but a small signal with a left handed gesture to a server for whom he had already provided a large tip, prompting him to retrieve him another Seven and Seven. Before it arrives, he leans against a railing in a pose that can only be described as Bond-esque, and continues.
----“So he would never ask of his men what he would not readily do himself,” elaborates the World’s Final Prophet. “So Julius Caesar defied his Senate’s direct order and he marched his men across the Rubicon. Alea iacta est, Layne. Wanna’ learn what it means?
----“It means that the die has been cast, Layne. But even that might be over your head, considering how it would be to nobody’s surprise to discover you were dropped on your head more than a few times, so I’ll make this even fucking clearer. I’ll make it so clear that maybe-- just maybe it’ll break through that thick skull of yours before Kai’s knee has to.
----“You seem to think we’re playing a game here, Layne,” he adds as the server brings him his drink and he smoothly snatches the glass and takes a large swig, all without breaking direct eye contact with the camera. “You give utterance to nothings about what you think you know about Kai Stevens’s chips... The cards he’s been dealt. Like you know a God damned fucking thing about Kai Stevens or what cards he’s been dealt in his life. For you to speculate so boldly, so self-assuredly, it’s… It’s brazen, Layne. You think we’re playing poker, it seems... But if we were playing a game it would be Craps, Champ.
----“Because that’s all that you can seem to let out of your fat fucking mouth, Layne. This is no game. It’s a fight, a dogfight and in this dog-eat-dog world, kid? You’re fucking scraps. You’re just like the last two Spartan Champions Kai Stevens has faced… You’re a sure thing.
----“Y’see, Layne,” he furthers. “You’ve deluded yourself into the belief that Kai Stevens is bleeding in that he is showing his cards, but the fact of the matter is that we always have an extra Ace up our sleeves. The fact of the matter is that it doesn’t fucking matter what cards Kai’s been dealt in Madison Square Garden, Layne… Because you drew dead.”
----Church’s poker reference accompanies another substantial sip from his beverage. Next, he swaggers over towards what seems like a poker table and glares down at its surface, narrowing his eyes and furrowing his brow. With a smirk, he continues his resentful rhetoric.
----“You’ve made a grave mistake, Layne,” chuckles Church humorlessly. “You’ve accused Kai Stevens of one of the seven deadly sins, of Pride. You seem to disregard all of his warnings, all of his portents foretelling of the End... It strikes me as both suicidal and fucking foolish, Layne. But who am I to judge someone over your level of intellect over their naïvety?
----“Y’see, Layne, you voluntarily admitted to it, said with your chest as some people might say… You’re more focused on my protégé’s pride, but you’ve overlooked something staring you straight into your ugly mug, Layne. But I guess they say you never see the strike that takes you down for a reason, Champ... Because the deadly sin of Kai’s that you ought to be most concerned with isn’t Pride. It’s not his Greed in hoarding every accolade, every title around him because he knows he’s more than good enough to win each and every fucking one of ‘em… It’s not his Lust in desiring those laurels either, Layne. It’s his wrath.
----“Your subterfuge, your mendacity, Layne,” he continues disdainfully. “You’ve done more than your fair share to incur Kai’s wrath, and I can promise you, the numbers, the evidence it agrees… Kai is a greater conqueror than Julius Caesar... A greater man, Layne. But I am his Senate and I am not telling him to send the troops across the Rubicon on their own. You want war, Layne? You’ve got war. But you’re going to learn that sometimes getting what you wished for is the worst thing that could happen… And that all the time… Being on the receiving end of Kai Stevens’s brutality, the sharp end of the teeth of his insatiable, ravenous Void... It means death. And when it comes to death, Layne? We don’t fuck around. We don’t play games.”
----“But if we’re gonna’ play this game, Layne,” the dealer, now revealed by an upward panning of the camera to be none other than Kai Stevens, the Envoy of the End, says. “Then I’m fuckin’ dealing.”
----The SSW Heritage Champion snickers evilly, a maniacal fire burning in his eyes as he flips over cards in front of Brian Church: a royal straight flush, all spades. It is following this fluid motion that Stevens commandeers the speaking role here.
----“The tear I’m on over in Japan, Layne,” he adds. “The havoc I leave in my wake in Miami… We’ve proven time and time again that it is I who hold all the cards. So if you wanna’ raise me, raise the stakes, and, uh, as your bottom bitch-ass would say, go for broke? Well allow me to make it real fucking easy for ya’, Layne… I’m going all in. And you? You don’t have the fucking balls to call this bet, motherfucker. You wouldn’t even have enough collateral to offer up anyway… Which means that it doesn’t fuckin’ matter what cards I’m dealt, what cards you’re dealt… The house? Always wins.
----“You want my pride, motherfucker? You can HAVE IT. But just know that my Wrath is coming with it and I will give whole new meaning to deadly sin, Layne. With you as the victim… As the martyr. Bare your fangs all ya’ want, guy. You aren’t gonna’ have much of a bite once you’ve been neutered, or… I guess in your case spayed.
----“We’ve warned you before,” he continues arrogantly. “And this will be the last time you get a warning... I am going to seriously fuck up your perfect composure, you little shitstain… And in doing so? In doing so I’m not just crossing the Rubicon. I’m not just leading my forces into battle. I’m gonna’ take you the FUCK DOWN! And this whole undeserved, unearned, and pathetic empire you’ve constructed to build you a pedestal upon which they can worship you? I’m gonna’ bring it crashing down on your ugly fucking face and y’know what? We can takes those chips of mine that you think are down, and we can add it to the chip on my shoulder, and we can shove ‘em up your ass, though I wouldn’t be surprised to find out if that’s something you’d enjoy.
----“So if you think we’re playing some kind of game, than this is Game Over. Do not pass Go... Do not collect two hundred dollars... But what you will pass is away, over the other side... What you will collect is bone-shattering, heartbreaking, skin-ripping, spirit-skullfucking kicks to your ugly fucking mug while I kick your teeth down your throat. What you will collect is my fingers around your fucking throat as I choke every last bit of your bullshit opinion that nobody asked for out of your broken, beaten, battered, bloodied, and mangled corpse. Which means that for your time riding upon this high horse? This time celebrating your title win? This time where there was ever a question that I’m better than you and better than every damn Spartan Chump your pathetic fucking company has ever had? The end is nigh... And that’s no catchphrase, Layne… It’s your fucking eulogy.
----Stevens grins ominously, and he turns his eyes down to the hands he’s dealt out to the table. He looks up with a sadistic and rather twisted smirk as Brian Church’s haunting and somewhat disarming words guide our segment out with a disturbingly maniacal snicker.
----“House wins.”
----When it comes to this Champion versus Champion match, will it?

fin.

II.

You wanna know something, Jessykah? I’m easily the most petty and spiteful woman in this match, but I’d never say or do anything as dumb as what you did. Straight up wishing that Dulce or Eris pins me to win the title all because you don’t wanna see me with the belt?

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It would be sad if it wasn't so damn funny. You know what that makes you sound like? A quitter. Somebody who knows that, despite how much you dislike me, despite how much you hate the things I say, despite how much the idea of me being a champion seems like a nightmare -- you know deep down that you don’t have it in you to carry out “justice” and give me the ass beating I deserve. That sounds like weakness to me, and that’s how I know you’re projecting when you say I’m the weakest one in this match. Scratch that, the weakest on the ENTIRE Odyssey roster. Desperate people throw anything at the wall hoping that it sticks, and that’s exactly what you’re doing right now. Your crooked-toothed ass is stringing a bunch of words together hoping something actually cuts deep, but you’re not giving me reasons why I won’t become champion. All I’m hearing is emotional bullshit that doesn’t concern me and pointless anecdotes about a past that won’t help you in this match.

Who are you compared to me? Or compared to any wrestler who didn’t fall ass-first into this career as a fucking fallback plan? You look crazy when you keep bringing up all the history you supposedly made in MMA, because that past hasn’t 100% carried over here in OWA, has it? You didn’t come in here as some badass unstoppable destroyer from day one. You’re right, you only lost one match -- and one loss was all it took for you to crack and reform your whole damn persona. In other words, you’re always one bad match away from starting from scratch, because you’re too weak to double down on who you are and what you believe in. Like other people who weren’t fans of what I have to say, you’re tryna pass me off as a weak dog who’s all bark and no bite, but evidently, you’re the one who hasn’t done your research if you think I can’t back up what I say. I could’ve relied solely on my words to make people stand up and take notice of how great I am, but I’ve used my actions to get my point across, too. The girl who never became Queen of the Ring has done fine for herself otherwise. I’m unpinned and unsubmitted, in case you haven’t heard. I’m tired of just being on the highlight reel. “Natasha Night put on a hell of a performance, but didn’t quite grab the brass ring” isn’t gonna be what defines me. Coming into this match, it sounds like you’ve already decided that this title isn’t for you. You say this match doesn’t suit your “style”, but that sounds like an excuse to me. You’re proving what I already knew; that even being a decent fighter in the past never guaranteed that you’d be able to cut it in a wrestling ring. All the wins you scored to get here won’t mean shit if you can’t actually perform when crunch time comes, and you sound strangely calm for a woman who’s about to rip her own golden ticket to shreds. You’re okay with just having a participation trophy, but I want so much more than that. I’m gonna be the one leaving as Goddesses Champion, and even if you haven’t gotten that through your head yet, at least your pessimistic ass already knows there’s nothing you can do to stop me.

Like I said to you before -- as much as it annoys me, some of our disappointments have been the same, Dulce. It got under my skin to watch Savannah Sunshine climb that ladder and win Queen of the Ring, just to go and lose it to someone I already pinned. It frustrated me to think about how I could’ve had another shot to challenge for it, but I didn’t get the final pin. You’re not special. Every single one of us has shit that we wish we could change, but I’ll be damned if I’m gonna call a timeout to think about how to change them. I’m not slowing down for anybody. I’m good enough to adapt as I go. Don’t you think that’s one of the marks of a true champion? Somebody who’s ready for anything and makes sure they won’t be caught slippin? There won’t be any breaks when that bell rings. Unlike you, I’ve never flip-flopped. I’ve never NOT believed that I could do what I set out to do, and when you were taking a break or not believing in yourself or whatever the fuck else, I was thinking of a moment just like this. A moment where I’d finally become a champion. “What happens if I lose?” has never even crossed my mind. Having a plan B when this all goes wrong is you, Jessykah, and Eris’ business, not mine. When I say I’m prepared to do anything and everything it takes to become Goddesses Champion, I mean that shit. I’m not playing nice; I’m playing to win. You can be worried about the what-ifs, Jessykah can worry about her dreams, and Eris can be worried about...whatever Rob Zombie movie spooky weird shit she’s worried about that has nothing to do with this match. The only thing I’m concerned with is leaving New York with MY title. And if anyone should be able to appreciate what a beautiful sight that’s gonna be, it should be someone who calls herself The Artist, right?

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Lightning in a bottle! That is what they will call it! Many before Layne Kurobane have stood now where he stands! They captured the spotlight! They conquered one mountain, but now stand in the daunting face of another! A mountain that claims the lives of most! All Layne has garnered in victory is an opportunity to continue his ascent, but it comes with a price! His body begins to wear down! The accumulated damage eats away at him! Rest does not come easy through the intense nightly pain, but he endures it! Just as they all must do if they want to climb! If they want to continue this deadly game! His journey pulls him away from any hope of healing and on to the city of bright lights! Among this Civil War, he must fight his own individual battle! It beckons him! He must endure it! He must overcome it!

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“Nothing to lose.”

I’ve heard a lot of people say that to me. I’ve heard them tell me that they not only refuse to put anything on the line, but can’t even if they did.

Allow me to enlighten you exactly on what I mean when I say “Go for broke”, because I’m starting to think it’s become just a cute little catchphrase for people to swat away before they shove their bullshit down my throat. See, Kai, right now you’re sitting at the table, and like it or not, you’ve got a hand to play. You don’t have to accept it, let alone like it, but here you are. Here we are. And you know, I’m just so grateful to my opponents, because I get to learn so much about them when we play. I get to see what kind of person they really are when the chips are down. Some of them might play it cool, but the ones like you? They’re far too colorful to play subtle. You’ve got a fire in your eyes, and you would love nothing more than to see me burn with it. This isn’t a game to you, in fact it’s far from even a contest. In your mind, I’ve already lost and I’m laying in pool of my own blood as they drag what’s left of me to the nearest hospital in New York City. Win or lose, I’m glad I get to learn a thing or two about people when it’s this close to zero hour. I’m glad I get to see you for what you are, Kai, because it makes things like this that much easier.

I’ll see your violence, and raise you my own.

I’m not a stranger to it, unfortunately. In a perfect World, it would come down to simply who’s the better man inside the ring, but this place breeds people like you. No, that’s not true. It just attracts people like you. People that have a deep, indescribable love for doing harm to others. I’m sure there’s plenty of people in this industry that genuinely care for competing and painting a picture on that canvas, but it’s always a shame to see the ones like you. See, I squandered so many opportunities in my life and I took all of this for granted, but not once did I ever do this for the sake of inflicting pain on my opponents. I can see it in your eyes that winning isn’t nearly as satisfying as beating me within an inch of my life and ripping me apart come Civil War. This isn’t some match to you - it’s a rabid dog getting thrown a piece of raw meat, and you intend to rip into me and make sure there’s absolutely nothing left to return to this company. You’ve got the opportunity of a lifetime, Kai. You can find a way to get rid of me, and swoop in like the vulture you are to claim the Spartan Championship. You can capitalize on the pain I’m in and the damage I’ve taken, and you could end me. But you won’t. Because you simply don’t understand who I am, Kai. I’ve made a living off of adapting to every style, including yours. It doesn’t make me happy to play your game, but I’ll play it, and I’ll win by any means necessary, and if that pisses you off and makes you feel as if you were robbed, then so be it. Violence begets violence. Fight fire with fire. I won’t die that easily, Kai. I’m a dog just like you, and I don’t hesitate to bare my fangs.

I’ll see your precious home advantage, and raise you my own.

I almost kind of admire how near and dear New York City is to your heart. It’s nice to know that there is some semblance of an ordinary human being underneath all that edgy aggression you’ve got going on, but it’s not enough to make me feel anything for you or for this home advantage you’ve convinced yourself you have. Go ahead and lure me in like you’re the spider convincing me to step inside your parlor. Intimidation is an art, and when you throw up smoke and mirrors using a World you find yourself the most comfortable in - well, it doesn’t take much for it to fall apart. It really doesn’t. This World you’ve created for yourself, it’s nothing short of delusional. What you’ve built around yourself is a castle that you’ve deemed to be indestructible. That’s one Hell of a guarantee to make, Kai. You’ve convinced yourself that I’m going to feel the walls closing in the very moment I step into New York City, and it’s only a matter of time before the pressure of it all sends me spiraling straight into your hands to finish me off. This is the cage I’m trapped inside in with you, right? Is that it? That’s alright, Kai. I accept it. Because I’ve been in cages before. In fact, I just finished getting out of one, so why not try two for two? You know who convinced themselves they had the upperhand? You know who thought their were dragging me into their home for me to meet my demise? Monolith thought he would shake me with his words of the place where he felt most comfortable inside that Barbed Wire Steel Cage, and then he thought he would break me once I stepped into it. Where’s Monolith now? He’s still in that cage, licking his wounds. This isn’t your home, Kai. It never has been and it never will be. I’ve got my own cage for you, and it’s the people that fill that arena and every single other arena in this country and in this World. I’ll beat you at your own game, and I’ll beat you in your hometown, and I’ll drag you back to Philadelphia if I have to so you can see for a Goddamn fact that there’s not a place on this Earth that’s yours!

But most of all, Kai, I’ll see your pride. And I’ll raise you my own.

You’ve been putting it up your whole life. Don’t kid yourself. Underneath all the other bullshit you carry with you, your pride is your greatest weapon, but it’s just as well your achilles, because when you go about trying to be big and bad and mean, you put your pride on the line. You can yell it from the rooftops, Kai! You can tell me that I don’t amount to shit! You can assure me that you are better in every way! You can promise the World that you aren’t going to just win, but you’re going to DESTROY me! But… But, but, but…. That comes with a price not even you know of. It comes with the price of that annoying little voice in the back of your mind that tells you that maybe… Just maybe… You aren’t as good as you thought you were. You can reach into your box of tricks and pull out statistics nobody cares about all you want. Go ahead and grab a blanket of lies to comfort yourself with at night if it helps you sleep a little bit better, but I think you know the truth deep down. You can help yourself feel better and brag about a victory over the two previous Spartan Champions, and then pretend as if it never mattered that you lost to the man standing before you not once, but twice. And guess what - both of those losses resulted in me getting a shot at this Championship you want so badly. That’s gotta hurt. That chips away at your pride whether you want to admit it or not. And now? Well now, you’ve got to back up all your promises, Kai. You’ve got the entirety of Strong Style Wrestling watching its Heritage Champion prove he’s not the same guy who couldn’t get the job done in the Omega Wrestling Alliance. You’ve got all eyes on you, and if you fail yet again, I’m not so sure they’ll look your way again. You can take solace in being Heritage Champion back in Japan, but you’ll know you haven’t earned this Spartan Championship. Not yet. I respected Monolith. He beat me, and gave me something to fight for to make myself that much better. If you can’t pull it off for a third time, then I’m leaving you behind and finding someone who can help me get that much closer to being the best.

See, this isn’t just some silly catchphrase, and this isn’t a matter of whether you choose to put something on the line or not. You’ve got plenty to lose, and you always have. Most of all, you’ve got a match to lose, and whether you deem it as stealing it from you or not, it’ll happen by any means necessary. Your chips are down, and your stakes have never been higher even with that Championship on the line. But your violence is nothing to me. Your hometown is nothing to me. Your pride? That’s everything. That’s something I have no problem taking.

Let’s hope the hand you play isn’t junk.

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Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) October 19th 2018, 12:54 pm by **Stark**

A reality check you headass? The only one who needs a reality check here is you. Brash, overconfident, and a lack of finesse? I already knew that, but tell me again what exactly that has to do with Civil War? Of course I’m going to be overconfident. I have Aria fucking Jaxon and Andre Virgo on my flank with The Apparition at the head. Of course your cashew-sized brain couldn’t even come up with anything more for Apparition than “spooky”. And you want to try to downplay my intelligence? Yeah, it’s a big deal that I brought up Matt Miles because “he isn’t you” but then all of a sudden you have all his career highlights on deck? I said the name once but you come at me with his history, calling him your predecessor? Are you a fucking retard? Clearly, yes. That isn’t really proving my point wrong, is it? You only talk in cliches, one after the other. “Smoke and mirrors”, “fog into fire”, “it’s simply a reality check”, get fucking real. Is that your definition of finesse? Sounding more like a Johnny Ventura type than having your own voice, than having your own unique mark? Name one dude across this industry who I sound like. You’re gonna struggle to now. Now on my end, I see you and I see an even more inferior Y2Impact. I see someone who’d rather imitate the ways of the old instead of moving forward like everyone else did. And maybe that’s why Judas, whatever fucking number you are this time, just really doesn’t matter. You honestly think you matter on Olympus? You honestly think you can touch the upper echelon of OWA in general? Look at the names here on Olympus - Jacob Senn, CM Nas, Chris Sabertooth, Tarah Nova, Andre Virgo, then expand that list to OWA as a whole with Finnegan Wakefield, Scott Oasis, Aria Jaxon, The Wolvesden… I don’t need to go any further do I? You’ll never come ANYWHERE NEAR the top five. You’ll never come close to the top ten. Top fifteen is a big stretch, and by the time you get to the top twenty is it even an achievement anymore? I don’t think so. You’re smaller than the smallest of small fry. You can lie to yourself and pretend that you only want “controlled chaos” but what exactly have you done? In two months you claim you’ve caused more ‘carnage and bloodshed’ than anyone else yet you still struggle to get people to understand that you aren’t the old incarnations of Judas. Again - does it matter? Are you really going to try to deny that you’re the most inferior member of Team OWA, by both reputation and skill? Please tell me how you’re better than one of the hottest rookies of all time in Jeff X. Please tell me how you’re better than a former World Champion and one of the most dangerous fighters of all time in Scott Oasis. Please tell me how you’re better than a man of the highest class and even higher skill in Caspian. Please tell me how anything you’ve done as Judas holds up to Hades’ heyday. You can’t right? Not objectively for sure. You are, simply put, a JOKE. You want to call yourself a ‘true monster’ but the other men on your team who don’t have to fall to such self-deprecating scare tactics are even more monstrous, not in name but in action. You can try to paint your situation on Olympus in any glamorous way you’d like, calling yourself a “monster” or “executioner”, but I think something along the lines of “grunt” or “lackey” would be more appropriate don’t ya think? Even that might be disrespectful because grunts and lackeys still get shit done, and are given a certain amount of trust in their efforts. You on the other hand, you’re a punching bag. Bob Taylor sends you out there to get bodied on a weekly basis to the dirty work that his fat pig hands can’t. You really trained as a wrestler and put so many years into this craft just to get to a company like OWA and turn into glorified security? And then you sit there and try to act proud about that fact? That’s the kind of idiotic complacency that pisses me off when someone who will never amount to anything more than a pity run with the Television Championship AT BEST tries to talk down to me. Also dumbass, you clearly don’t know what a strawman argument is but it’s not my fault your parents and education system have failed you.

Oh, and speaking of a REAL strawman argument, please tell me who these “people” are that remember STARKMAN’s run more than my own, please tell me who this “no one” is that doesn’t care about my prior accomplishments, please tell me who exactly considers me the “butt of the joke” and please tell me how my credentials don’t hold up. You can’t, right? Because those aren’t actual valid arguments right? Therefore, they’re strawman arguments, RIGHT? Not like you’d know anyways given that you’ve already betrayed the shallow attempt you made at sounding like your brain is any bigger than that of a dog’s - that in of itself is an insult to those majestic animals. If anything, you’re a cockroach. No matter how many times you take your ball and go home crying like a bitch, you just won’t seem to fuck off for good. You walk into OWA one day and you wanna go home the next, then you want to come right back when the crushing weight of the loneliness gets to you. A pussy flake like you has absolutely no right to say anything to me. You can’t just say you’re going to topple Team SSW with absolutely no credibility on your end. That’s the literal definition of a joke. Even though you’ve only been back in OWA for a handful of weeks all of a sudden you’re going to claim that you’re superior to a former multiple time World Champion in Aria Jaxon, the current longest reigning SSW Champion in Andre Virgo, and the co-leader of what was once a near ten man faction in The Apparition? On what basis? Being “The Enforcer”? Being the only man worthless enough to never be able to compete for a championship so the only thing your contract is good for is running hits on people? Guess what dipshit, you can do the hit-and-run shtick AND be a legitimate competitor at the same time, just look at The Phantom Troupe, look at CM Nas, and I know you wouldn’t want to, but you could look at the destruction I’ve caused in SSW and that’s the case. Now circling back to “you’re remembered more for running around in a cape and talking about marijuana than being Jacob Senn’s bitter rival”, so what? You know what I did as STARKMAN? Dominated Showdown’s midcard, ended Jamie O’Hara’s legendary title reign, main evented against the likes of StarrStan and Norman Hellion, and went all the way to Pain for Pride as the reigning New Breed Champion. Are you really going to rip on the cape when Judas’ fugly chinless face can’t be seen without a mask or face-paint? So yeah, even in your imaginary world where all I’m remembered for is being STARKMAN, that doesn’t sound so bad. STARKMAN in half a year, three years ago, is still more relevant than any incarnation of Judas ever was. Great job shooting yourself in the foot there you worthless mental midget.

Now what is Stark known for? Breaking down the barriers of freedom in wrestling alongside Brian Daniels? Creating SSW? Going to war with Jacob Senn? Just because you were too busy crying at home for a full year and a half or however long it was since the last Judas died, and missed out on one of the most exciting periods of professional wrestling ever, doesn’t mean that everyone else did. But of course someone as downright stupid as you wouldn’t understand that. You think your meager little perspective gives you the right to speak for everyone else - the peers in the back who respect me, the fans who love me, and the people who despite me trying to murder them can meet me eye to eye. My feud with Jacob Senn is again, more relevant than anything you’ve ever done as Judas. You don’t get to climb onto the OWA bullet train while it’s already going at three hundred miles per hour and try to pretend like you did anything to contribute to it. If anything, you’re just dead weight slowing them down. We can go over your prior opinions of OWA before you continue with your brainless dick-sucking but let’s leave the Fourth Wall where it is... for now. But really that just speaks to your general character of being a pussy, a snake, and an unreliable flake. You wanna talk about making an impact in OWA? My first fucking match was a PPV World Title match against CM Nas. Just because I couldn’t commit to being an active performer while running things behind the scenes in SSW doesn’t mean that that fact is now irrelevant. When you ever find yourself at a point like that, then we can talk. Other than that, I’m clearly relevant enough to pop back into the main event of a major event, so what do you have to say to that, exactly? Please tell me how you’d be in this match if it wasn’t for the fact that everyone better than you on Olympus has their own stuff to do? If anyone is full of shit, it’s you, for actually being dumb enough to buy into your own hype. To think that the people laughing at you are laughing with you, and to think that the people laughing with me are laughing at me. “Her Majesty’s Executioner” good fucking lord, if you’re trying to kill us before Civil War comes around then great job, I’m literally dying from the cringe here. As for the marijuana jab, I’m not even gonna get into it. If you’re still gonna try to look down on that in 2018 then that’s just on you being a dumbass, but we’ve already been knew that. I can already tell you’re going to come at me with that “But actually” energy but just know that at this point, all you’re doing is reassuring yourself. I’m telling you this, Andre Virgo is telling you this, Aria Jaxon is telling you this - all three of us accomplished, respected, former and current champions - but nah, we’re the ones that are wrong. Idiot.

Thursday 18^th of October, 2018

5:55PM

John F. Kennedy International Airport

New York City, New York

Try as they might to shoot a decisive scene of everyone’s favourite Asian-Canadian luchadore make his grand entrance back to his native North America, the hustle and bustle of thousands of passengers rushing in a mad panic makes it impossible. Instead, often hidden by the occasional figure breaking the camera’s field of view, as well as the hurried New Yorkers desperately trying to get to their gate in time, the footage of The Apparition walking from his security screening is imperfect to say the least.

A coffee and a small baggie of medication to help mitigate his jetlag in one hand and a suitcase in the other, The Apparition walks over to a rather innocuous figure in the stereotypical crowd of chauffers. Carrying a sign which only says ‘いのきげんぎ’, The Apparition shakes his head as he follows the curt Asian gentleman to a sleek black sedan company car. ‘In-Tech Industries’, a New York based but Canadian-founded company famous only for surviving the Internet Bubble Burst of the 90s which has since been in a desperate arm’s race against Silicon Valley competition on the other side of the country.

Through television magic, after a quick cut, The Apparition is now sitting in the back-seat of the car, while the camera situates itself in the driver’s side seat, picking up both the SSW superstar and his driver.

“Well Mr. (CENSORED), it is lovely to have finally met you. I have heard a lot about you”

“Look. I feel like anyone with half a brain or at least a basic knowledge of immediate wrestling history has figured out who I am at this point...But I’m also dealing with people who recreationally hit each other in the head with chairs, so I figure that excludes at least half of them. Let’s just leave it as ‘The Apparition’ for now, eh?”

“Alright sir, no problem at all. Well, welcome back to the Big Apple. Your father was surprised to hear that you had come back after you gap year in Japan, and he wants to welcome you back home!”

“Hm. Funny how he calls this home, isn’t it? I seem to remember growing up quite a bit North of here. Although he wasn’t present that much, so who knows. Maybe this is home to him…Huh. I don’t know where that came from”

“Your father brings out the worst in you, maybe?”

“Hm…Yeah, absol…Huh. That was very short of you. I mean, you were right, but every other whatever the hell your actual job title is are usually a lot more quiet when I badmouth my good old dad”

“Eh. I know my role, and I am good at my job. Just because you might have Daddy issues, I’m not going to lose my job unless I really cross a line. With that said, I do apologise for calling them ‘daddy issues’ sir”

“Absolutely fine, buddy. I’m a wrestler. We all have daddy issues, even if we might not want to admit it. Still, worst thing I can say is mine wasn’t around that much. Then again, if we go by stereotypes, I’m not exactly alone in that. God, talking about my father is boring, though. What about you…Ugghh…”

“Kurt, sir”

“Yeah, Kurt. What’s up with you? How did you end up driving the degenerate son of your boss’ boss’ boss?”

“Masters in Engineering from MIT doesn’t go as far as you think these days. Best I can do right now is be the general dog body. The fact that I am actually getting paid is proof that I am doing better than 80% of my classmates”

“See, that’s why I transferred away from business and towards punching people in the face. You only really need to work for 10 minutes a fortnight, and it is a lot less painful than what you will be expected to do”

“I appreciate the sentiment, but you do know that I know your story, right sir? I’m sure you worked hard to get your qualifications, but I hardly had a father who could put me in the legal department of his company whenever he wanted work”

“Where does your father work?”

“Owns a nice little department store in Buffalo. Been open for the last 30 years. It will probably go bankrupt before the next month, so I don’t even have a cashier job if this falls through”

“Yeah. That’s fair. Between the fact that there are like twenty heirs to billion dollar companies floating around professional wrestling, the fact that my father is only worth 8 digits instead of 10 sometimes makes me lose perspective on these things”

“Is there really that many? I mean, I guess it makes sense that those kids would get the best training…”

“It’s pro wrestling, Kurt. The best trainer’s owner battered up gyms, operating wrestling shows which draw 100 people, and have some excitable journalist give us 4 thumbs up because we actually know what we are doing and only ever work one day a week so we can give it our all”

“I think it is a star rating, not thumbs up”

“Is it important?”

“Not really. Anyway, you were talking about people with rich parents”

“Oh yeah. I would say it wreaks of bad writing by a bunch of uncreative virgins, but this is how life works, apparently. Let’s face it, though. I am living that life as well, only with a modicum of modesty. I’m just the least worst person out there. The guy who lives on shit mountain who still pretends to have the moral high ground. I’m still guilty of it, but at least my age has taught me to cut out the edge”

“You seem to have a very limited adoration for your colleagues”

“Oh, no. They are great. So we have these group of absolute jerks who all think they are Snidley Whiplash, moustache twirls and all. A group of punk kids who I can yell at because they are more like Muttley. The hired help, only one of whom actually has a real name…”

“Is that so, Mr. Apparition?”

“Yes, yes. Whatever. Anyway, then we’ve got my mates. A nice kid with an annoying accent who is our leader, some old dude who has forgotten more about wrestling than I might ever know, a couple of really nice chicks who confidentially aren’t bad to look at, and a bunch of nice, normal dudes who are good to have a beer with. Nobody who is on edge, nobody who is trying to undermine me at every turn, nobody who hates me because I only really have a job because of my dad”

“So is this why you are going to fight so hard for Strong Style Wrestling?”

“Oh God no. I don’t care about that. I care about beating Andre Virgo for the SSW Jr Heavyweight Championship in two weeks. I care about beating my British friend for his title after that. I care about beating Belle Kingsley, Cassius Corleone and Damien Walker in the following months so I can be known as The Best in the World. SSW just signs my paycheques. I don’t care if some American company embarrasses the brand. I have more important goals in mind”

“So you don’t care about the company at all?”

“Well, not ‘not at all’. I care a little bit. As a native English speaker, there isn’t a better Japanese company to be a part of. But ultimately this just comes down to bragging rights. Still, I have my priorities. First and foremost, don’t get eaten by Scott Oasis, because after I punked him out a few weeks ago, I can’t imagine he will be too happy with me. Hades is also someone who I have been in the same place at the same time as in the past. Caspain, Judas, Jeff…I have done my homework on them. As long as our 5^th man is slightly better than Racer Smiles and Aria and Andre actually try to win and not take cheap shots at me, we should have this. Stark and Aria are legends, and from all of the bad things I can and will say about Andre, he is persistent. Hell, so am I. I am quietly confident we can give SSW the win it deserves. Still, in the wise words of Twitter…It ain’t that deep”

As the conversation on wrestling reaches its natural conclusion, the two men begin to have further conversations about the life of Kurt. Since he is not an SSW wrestler, however, this part was cut by the production staff as not being relevant to the upcoming Civil War show.

The camera fades of black as the two men drive very slowly through the gridlocked New York peak hour traffic.

落雷

⚔️ Jaydayne Pendragon appears in a hospital, perhaps scoping out the location that Finnegan Wakefield will be appearing in soon enough? Kidding, no, Pendragon is visiting his young hospitalized brother in law. Counter to his usual SSW appearances he doesn’t have any of his signature face paint, and is oddly is a consistent state of flexing his muscles. The kid is in the signature Pendragon paint, standing on top of his bed looking down at Pendragon as if ready to battle. ⚔️

Pendragon voice over: I don’t know where kids learn the stereotypical things that they do, nor why they always have to be player 1 and you player 2 no matter how nonsensical it is. But sometimes you have to humour them as you usher them upon their path, today I’m Luigi.

BIL: Oi, master Kawada-sama, it is time you relinquish your claim to the reins of Japan!

Pendragon: Oh no boy, I am almighty justice, forever vigilant against the forces that seek to bring down our great nation. If you seek to take my role, boy, you must show me your grit. Brace yourself!

BIL: So it comes to this master? Then you shall feel the shocking powa of the Rakurai! RA!(He jabs at the air towards Pendragon who in response drops to his knees)

Pendragon: Aaaah!(Pendragon keels over. Afterwards due to the noise a nurse comes in staring at them deadpan as the kid looks on afraid and Pendragon pretends to be really dead.)

⚔️The scene swaps to them both sitting on the bed, Pendragon with the Puroresu Heavyweight Championship, and the kid with a replica. ⚔️

BIL: Hey Jay, do you think I’ll be able to go all around the world like you one day? I’ve seen you when they let me watch on my tablet, you look kind of cool being able to go so far away and do things.

Pendragon: Of course kiddo, and you’ll love it, just as I have. You just have to stick to it, be determined, and nothing, not these walls nor any scary health stuff can stop you. I mean just look at me, your afterthought of a brother in law went on to become a champion!

BIL: Discipline and principals will make you strong! That’s what you always say on video, the others here say that’s corny. But I’m trying to show em you’re right by doing all the rest and exercises the nurses tell me to. I even eat my veggies! I’m following you!

Pendragon: You’ll be surpassing my footsteps before you know it, young samurai.

BIL: Big sis told me not to tell you, but samurai don’t need secrets, she says you’re the greatest, and you’ve achieved all you’ll never need to.

Pendragon: Really now? I’m glad she feels that way, too bad she couldn’t be here for me to finally have one up on her for saying all that about me! But I don’t know about all that, there’s still a few things I have left on my plate…

⚔️The scene forwards to Pendragon standing on top of a rooftop enjoying the sights below at night. ⚔️

One obstacle I have left to face is to wrestle against one of the greatest wrestlers in the world, Finnegan Wakefield. Right here in America, right in arguably the most iconic arena in the world, Madison Square Garden.

They say in their songs, in New York you can be a new man. But I had to go overseas to do that. I didn’t have a name the last time I was here, I was just a wandering Sword Master teaming with random John Does to make a quick buck. I could barely keep with the mounting bills, and some nights I couldn’t look myself in the mirror for what I had to do to serve my family here. It wasn’t the proudest work, but fate would have it that it got enough buzz for me to be noticed by one of the top scouts in the world, and they saw it fit that I could turn my life around back in my ancestral homeland of Japan. In Japan, among the strong style, I was able to become the man you see today by catching lightning in a bottle! I fed my family even though I couldn’t be there with them most of the time, I made sure my brother in law’s medical bills were paid in full for the rest of his treatment, and I did it all my grasping this Puroresu Heavyweight Championship of mine! This championship that brings ultimate acclaim with it, this championship that allows you to steer an entire generation of people in your locker room and growing fans sitting at home watching what it means to be the man! This championship that makes me the face of an entire nation! This championship….that they’ve asked me to come to the Omega Wrestling Alliance, and defend it’s honour at Civil War by doing battle with the OWA World Champion! And do so I shall, I will bring the red strife of war right to OWA! Because I respect this championship and I value my reputation around the globe, because they represent my body of work that I truly believe has brought a change to this sport filled with corruption and cynicism. Wrestling needed more people who knew how to associate with the right people, how to respect tradition, and be inclusive in bringing other wrestlers into the fold instead all the gate keeping and back stabbing we all know. I hope OWA will never have to learn what the world would be like without men like me holding back creatures like the Phantom Troupe. The world doesn’t need what they could have been, such common degeneracy, the world needs people that bring something rare to the table, a fresh taste of proper gravitas and nobility of spirit

Sometimes, at a distance, I think I see some of that in you, Finn. It’ll be an honour to wrestle you and see for myself in person.

I know, some might say the highest stakes are on you, you’re the one who has the most to fight for because it’s on your home turf you’d be forced to swallow the bitter taste of defeat. I understand that quite well, I had to face your invader Scott Oasis when he tried to belittle SSW, to his failure I might add, I’ve been in your shoes, there’s no doubt that you believe that you can’t let me win here. But the way I see it, there are things I cannot allow to happen either. The way I see it is, OWA’s crawling with world champions, over populated some might say. Yeah there’s you, but there’s also Nas, and some might even say TyAnna. Sure, obviously, overall it seems that the higherups of OWA see you as the top dog as you were the one pit against me in this OWA vs SSW event. Still, people whisper, they dispute who really is on top of OWA. But in SSW, it’s undisputed, while you are A world champion, A face of the company, I among my people of SSW am the champion of them all! In SSW, I am the alpha and the omega! I can’t go back with people seeing I lost to someone’s whose place on top of his mountain is dubious, when I am unquestioned on mine. You can call that nitpicking, but I address my nagging feelings head on without hiding them, unlike what I witness in these parts. I hear a lot of people whisper about you, are you really as upstanding as you represent yourself to be? No one doubts your wrestling ability, but your character is another story. Another nagging question applied to you. And truth be told I do see a slight darkness in you behind it all. How you said that slick comment about wanting to break my arm with a certain wanton glee, how you get into squabbles at bars with drunks, how you’ve had friends that even you can’t trust, and your uncanny willingness to plaster your face on social media with people, women especially, of ill repute. At times, in the wrong light, for just a moment, looking at your image of respectability is like staring into the uncanny valley, where something just isn’t right. You may think you can break my arm, Finn, but you’ll never break my spirit. It is made of strong style fiber! I just hope that when I knock you out, as I wipe these fists and feet on your face, that when you’re slipping out of consciousness…there isn’t a mask to slip off too.

⚔️ End. ⚔️

落雷

Chapter Ten: Empire State of Mind October 19th 2018, 12:23 am by Kai Stevens

CHAPTER TEN:
empire state of mind

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----There are few things as disarming as the creeping silence strangling a place in which the thunderous droning of the masses finds a home. For a venue as consistently renowned as the most famous arena in the world like Madison Square Garden, this alarming truth is profoundly evident.
----Navy blue seats dot the encompassing oval of the interior of this revered arena, though the lack of event lighting applies an ominous fading to the coloring of these seats. It is clear from the epicenter of the defenningly quiet Garden that we are in the days leading into Strong Style Wrestling’s cross-ever spectacle with Omega Wrestling Alliance, Civil War. The crew has embarked upon their tedious journey to construct the ring and the rest of the set, but clearly has yet to complete their conquest, meaning it must be a few days prior to the pay-per-view.
----It feels almost as if the arena sits in a desolation akin to that of post-apocalyptic abandonment, but the sheer atmosphere of the infamous MSG compensate in spades as we find one man sitting in isolation here in the otherwise barren stadium.
----He sits in an aisle seat with his fingers interlocked and palms placed against the back of his head. He reclines and rests his feet, right foot crossed over his left ankle, on the seat in front of him. Clearly Kai Stevens, the SSW Heritage Champion dons a pair of Timberland boots that clearly have seen their fair share of use, a pair of dark denim jeans, a brown belt with a belt buckle that resembles the Heritage Championship, and his newest ‘PRODIGY OF RONIN’ t-shirt. Above all else, however, it is the humorless smirk that is the most telling of what the Envoy of the End wears.
----“They say that home is where the heart is, Layne,” he begins, his eyes glancing down to the partially constructed squared circle. “And that’s just… It’s just so funny to me because this… This is my home. We’re in New York, Layne… But this home, it’s not so much where my heart is… Not as much as it’s where I take yours.”
----Kai chuckles after refusing to allow his voice to trail off. His holding firm in his tone illustrates the composure with which he clearly speaks now. Considering how seldom the Cowboy Killer controls his rage and the Void within him, this is uncharacteristic and therefore entirely unnerving. A smirk glides across his bearded face and he continues without removing his attention from the beginning stages of the set for Civil War.
----“This is as close to homefield advantage as you can come in this business,” he continues. “And sitting here, gazing out upon this arena, the same exact arena I peered up at with such wonder, such innocence, such hope as a child what feels like only yesterday? I’ve come to the realization, Layne, that you think this is a war. They call this event Civil War, yeah, so I understand why you’d be so misguided as to think that what’s to occur between us in that ring down there is a war. You think you’ve got a fighting chance, but you don’t. This isn’t a war, Layne… It’s the Inevitable dismantling of whatever spirit you have left… You can’t fight fate, Layne… Which means you can’t fight me.
----“Which means that it’s Inevitable that I walk out of the Garden the victor, with the Heritage Championship around my waist, just like I did after putting an end to what the reporters you bitch and whine about called a historic reign. It’s important that you remember that, Layne. It’s important because I would sooner BURN THIS PLACE TO THE FUCKING GROUND THAN LET YOU WALK OUT THE VICTOR!
----“EVERYBODY else knows I’m putting you in your place at Civil War, Layne. Why hasn’t it gotten through your thick skull yet? Trust me when I tell you you really don’t want me to force it through that skull with kick after kick after kick after kick after kick after MOTHERFUCKING KICK! I’ve beaten the last two reigning Spartan Champions, what the FUCK is deluding you into thinking you’ll be any different? That’s not even to mention the fact that you’re wearing a title that’s rightfully mine and you don’t fucking deserve. I’m about to go three for three against OWA’s Spartan Chumps.
----“I made short work of Scotty Adams,” continues the Heritage Champion with an imperious smirk and a soft titter. “I felled your beast, Monolith. In Japan, where I’ve made the entire company my bitch, I’ve taken down everybody from Khmaoch Sângkât to Masanori Kawada, from the Apparition to Shinati Mizarki.
----“You think you’re this icon, this champion of the people. You think you’ve climbed to the mountaintop and are planting your flag. You’ve deluded yourself into this… This false sense of security, this self-congratulating stupar and hubris. But you lying to yourself, Layne? It doesn’t seem all that new for you.
----“You’ve deluded yourself into thinking you beat me at Vindication, when anyone with eyes, anyone with a brain knows that all you did was take my win out from under me. Congratulations, motherfucker, you’re Lucy van Pelt. The fact of the matter, Layne, is that anyone can be in the right place at the right time. But now that it’s gonna’ be just you and me, one on one, man to man? You can’t sneak in and steal the win from me. I’m taking this victory whether the fuck you like or not, prying it from your cold, dead hands, and then? Then I’m gonna’ break that fucking hand you keep patting yourself on the back with and beat your fucking skull in with it.
----“In a sense, Layne,” furthers the Envoy of the End, seemingly in possession of an endless reserve of oxygen to fuel his vitriol. “In a sense this arena, it’s… It’s where the world finally gets to meet Layne Kurobane. While you’re busy going for broke, I’ll be exposing you to the world for the fraudulent bottom bitch you’ve been since day fucking one.”
----Stevens abruptly sits up, uncrossing his legs and planting his soles into the cold floor beneath the stadium seats. When he rises to a vertical base, he scratches at his stubble and steps out into the aisle of stairs, resting his hand nostalgically on the chilling stainless steel railing in its center.
----“I’m interested, Champ,” he continues with a sarcastic bite in his tone. “Interested in discovering just how much you have no fucking clue what you’re in for here in my fucking arena. And on top of that, Layne? I’m interested in discovering just how undeserving you really are...
----“You said you left a piece of yourself in your match with Monolith, as if that’s supposed, what? Impress me? Impress anyone? Your pseudo-intellectual drivel that you let spill out from the gums you keep fucking flapping is getting old, Layne. So you left a piece of yourself out there… So fucking what? I leave it ALL out there each and every week, day in and day out. You don’t find me begging for attention, begging to have my accomplishments acknowledged because unlike you, I don’t got daddy issues or whatever the fuck is wrong with you... As for the piece you left with the man I beat, Layne? I’ll take whatever filthy, whatever fucking sordid pieces of you there are left and I’ll take those from you too.
----“You lament,” he stabs. “You lament after your match with Monolith-- you can barely stand. You said it yourself. But after your match with me, Layne? You won’t be standing… Not at all... Not ever again.”
----Stevens almost grimaces, shaking his head with an unrelenting disdain unlike that of any competitor that Omega Wrestling Alliance, much less any company this industry has known. The Aerial Arsonist saunters deliberately down the steps, his eyes continuing to refuse to meet the camera. When the New York native’s malicious verbal venom claws its way out of his mouth, Stevens’s lips contort into a cocky grin.
----“So you’re still standing,” he digresses with the wheels turning in his head as he glances off into the distance. “But more than that, you’re doing a whole lot of talking. A WHOLE fuckin’ lot of talking, Layne. I’m gonna’ need everything I got? I beat Monolith without a bead of sweat crossing my brow, but it took EVERYTHING you had and then some, just to barely make it out of that cage alive... I intend on correcting Monolith’s mistake. This is New York, Layne. This arena? MSG? It’s a cage of its own as far as you’re concerned... And what you had better permanently get into that head of yours, Champ? Is that you only survived your match with Monolith because it was with Monolith… But it’s not Monolith you’re stuck in this cage with, Layne… You’re STUCK IN HERE WITH ME!
----“And what you clearly neglect to understand is that you’re gonna’ have to do a whole lot more than go for broke to even hold my fucking jock, you bottom feeding piece of shit. But you just keep… Flapping… Your fucking… Gums. You can’t help it can you? You have this, this, this compulsive, pathological need to run that fucking mouth… ‘Til someone like me comes along and shuts it for ya’.
----“You’re doing a little bit too much talking for my liking, Layne,” elaborates the Cowboy Killer. “You’re talking about… About starting a new chapter, telling me I’m not the one who’ll author it, and y’know what, Layne? I’m fine with that. I’m not back here in OWA for this fight to write a chapter in the Book of Layne Kurobane... It’s time for the Book of Kai Stevens, which means that I’m just here to write your EPILOGUE!”
----Here, the Envoy of the End reaches the barricade. He rests his hands upon it and glances back over his shoulder, allowing his head to pan around the empty arena and truly consume it visually. After this peering that is eerily reminiscent to the look of wonder from his youth to which Stevens referred moments previously, Kai snickers confidently and glares at the incomplete ring, continuing his scathing diatribe.
----“You yourself will have no choice but admit you don’t have what it takes to stop me, Layne,” he crosses verbally. “Simply because you need to beat me. You need it because it’s the only thing that could possibly validate you and your placeholder reign with a title that literally everybody knows should be around my waist with the Heritage Championship. And yet… Yet you’re hurling accusations my way, claiming that it’s me whose favor the stakes mount against to precarious heights.
----“You what, Layne… Y’think I’ve got plenty riding on this? I’ll say it once and I’ll say it nice and slow, nice and clear so that even your neanderthal-looking ass can understand it… I’ve got nothing to lose here, because no matter what? No matter what I know I’m walking out of Madison Square Garden with my head held high, my title held higher, and my middle finger held even higher than that. And you know what they say, motherfucker… The man in the fight with nothing to lose is the most dangerous.
----“Which we both already fucking knew, didn’t we?” questions Stevens rhetorically and with a vein bulging from his temple. “So you think I give even the littlest fuck that you’ve claimed your territory? You cannot FATHOM the immensity of the fuck I DO NOT GIVE, Layne, about your territory. You wanna’ call OWA your home, the only home you’ve ever known? Well this fight, Champ? We’re FIGHTING IN MY FUCKING HOME! THIS IS MY FUCKING CITY! I WAS BORN WITH MY BLOOD PUMPING AT THE SPEED OF A NEW YORK MINUTE AND WITH THE FURY OF THE ENTIRE EMPIRE STATE IN MY FUCKIN’ FISTS. THIS IS FUCKING NEW YORK, MOTHERFUCKER. THIS CITY NEVER SLEEPS AND NEITHER WILL I! NOT ‘TIL I’VE SHUT YOUR FUCKING FACE ONCE AND FOR ALL.”
----Like A Man Possessed, Stevens roars and vaults himself over the top of the barricade, landing gracefully at what will soon be ringside. He struts across as if he were readying to bring Layne through an announcing table, allowing the pads of his fingers to glide softly across their surfaces. It was almost as if he were, in fact, not touching the commentary tables at all, but the simultaneously nostalgic and vindictive sneer on Kai’s face, complete with narrowed eyes and furrowed brow, beg to differ. His volcanic speech speaks to a similar end.
----“You keep talking, Layne,” he spits contemptuously. “And like how even a broken clock is right twice a day, a coward with a fat fucking mouth like you can eventually stumble upon some bravado that actually sticks, Layne, and at the end of the day? At the end of the day you were right about… About one thing and one thing only... Talking of OWA, you said… Said that you belong there... And you’re right, Layne. You said it yourself that you could have ended up in Japan, like me, proving that I’m bigger than fuckin’ Philly, something you’d NEVER be man enough to even try, something that my city’s been proving for decades. But you didn’t. You couldn’t.
----“You chose OWA, and you do belong there. You belong in OWA like the rest of the pieces of shit that company’s got to offer… You only belong there, Layne, because like you? Like you OWA is a load of SHIT. And at Civil War it won’t just be you I’m bringing to your fucking knees... It’s your whole company, Layne. And when I’m tearing down the empire that is OWA, brick by brick by fuckin’ brick? You’ll know that it’s all. Your. Fault. Every drop of blood is on your hands... While you still have them.
----“In civilizations of the past,” he asserts pretentiously as he gazes down upon the exposed wiring that will soon make all of the lighting and effects for the show possible. “In civilizations of the past, thieves would have their thumbs cut off, and y’know what, Layne? Call me old fashioned, but I’m gonna’ start with your thumbs, Champ. And inch by inch, I am gonna’ peel back your skin and show the world your true colors. To them? To them it’ll all just look like arterial crimson. To them you’ll be forgotten like the nobody you so desperately and so justifiably fear you are. But to me, I’ll see that I’ve brought to fruition this one and only warning, Layne… Since karma’s thus far failed to hit you? I fucking will.”
----Stevens circumnavigates what will soon be the ring and embarks up the path that will tomorrow be replaced with the entrance ramp. There is a certain swagger in his gait, and his smirk speaks to an even higher level of arrogance. His evil eyes glare straight ahead as his hate-fueled rhetoric usurps the air once more.
----“I’m gonna’ give new meaning to hitting home here at Civil War, Layne,” cracks Kai with vitriol. “Because if home is where the heart is, then I’m gonna’ make the ring’s canvas your final home… When I take my fist and I plunge it into your fucking chest and RIP OUT YOUR GOD DAMNED HEART... And stomp it into the canvas until there isn’t a single spot unstained. It’ll be fuckin’ Biblical, Layne. For your time calling that ribcage your home, Champ? For your time having even the slightest residual self-confidence… And for the time when people even dare question who the better fucking man is between us… The end is nigh.”
----Stevens smirks ominously and saunters out of view, whistling the melody of the chorus from Jay Z’s “Empire State of Mind” as he does so. As our view of the soon to be masterfully crafted set for the Madison Square Garden’s hosting of Civil War fades to black, we come to learn that we will sooner than later find out just how strong Kai Stevens’s homefield advantage is.

fin.

Are you break shaming me, Natasha?

There’s nothing wrong with taking a break. There is nothing wrong with taking a step back and reflecting on how everything is going. During my reflection, I could see that things were not panning out well for me in Omega Wrestling Alliance. I could see that my efforts were not enough and women like you and Eris were getting more attention and hype surrounding them. The more I saw that happen, the more I realize that I was fading into the shadows. I wasn’t doing everything in my power to bring myself to the light. After a while, it seemed like I was being inserted into this matches as a spot filler and that was not okay with me. I want to go into matches believe that I belong in the match. I don’t want to go into matches thinking that I got lucky or someone had an off night. I want to go into the match knowing that one of those spots is rightfully mine. Approaching this fatal-4-way match at Civil War, I can say that I am worthy of my spot in the match. I can say that I earned my way into the match by my own power. Not because of any bullshit or people not giving it their all. How am I cracking, Natasha? You think that I am cracking underneath the pressure? You think that I am going to let all of these negative thoughts consume my mind? News flash, I’m not cracking under pressure. I am well put together. I have been waiting for a moment like this to determine whether I made a good call on returning to OWA. You must be wondering “what happens if I lose”, huh? Does it make it a bad call if I lose? We’ll have to wait and see about that, but I don’t plan on leaving when things got tough. I’ve had enough time to ponder what is next for myself and winning that Goddesses Championship seems pretty nice. For the first time since I’ve been here, I think people are beginning to notice what a talent Dulce Torres is and I don’t plan on losing their attention. If that means becoming the first-ever Goddesses Champion, that is what I am going to do.

I wasn’t expecting that response from you, Jessykah. I wasn’t expecting you to come off the way you are. During the interview with Jovana Slater, you came off as cocky and confident. I don't blame you for being that way. It must be a front that you have build for yourself to take any response that someone throws at you. The more you talked, the more I began to see some similarities with you and I. I do not think people had any expectations of how well you would do when fighting for an opportunity to be part of this match. I do not think people had much faith in you, but you managed to “sneak” into this match like Viola DeMarco said two weeks ago on Odyssey. Some people like to say sneak. I may have been guilty of saying that term, but I am not going to discredit your efforts which led you to be part of this match. I am not going to kiss ass to save face. At the end of the day, you said that I have your respect. You have more faith that I could pull this off more than I do myself to be honest. I don’t say this as some sort of way for you to get the upper hand, but I say this knowing my record in winning matches and knowing this could be nothing more than another heartbreak for me. However, I like to could end up winning. I know, I keep saying “could”. To most, this should be a huge indicator that I am not confident in my abilities and women like yourself, Natasha and Eris will be the first ones to exploit that, but I am trying my best to be up front. However, people should not be taking all of this for weakness. People should not be taking this as a fact that I do not plan to give it my all at Civil War. I am going into Civil War as a contender and I am leaving as a champion.

Natasha and Jessykah have spoken and I get the feeling that Eris will be making her presence real soon, but I’m ready for anything directed towards me. Just watch.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) October 18th 2018, 1:33 am by Sweet Roxy

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Oh, Belle Kingsley… Sweet Little Scrap, I wish someone would just grab that stick up your ass and pull it out, but I’m worried that it’s the only action you’ve gotten for the longest time since Gronk made your loins explode in a never-ending climax once upon a time in SSW. Maybe when that stick is successfully dislodged, we can actually find your head in the same place as the stick cause that’s exactly where you’re talking out of right now. Please, scrap, share with the group how much a clueless, ignorant halfwit like you is comparable to my Mother. Please, tell me more about how the Championship opportunities that you have worked for Months, where you did nothing but prance and spiral in whatever Faction you’re having a gangbang with, is comparable to the years of hard work and business she has built her career from, I would love to hear about it! I’m not even mad that you have the audacity to compare yourself with my Mother. I’m not even going to lose my mind over the absurdity of that statement when you tried to make me understand your excuse for not winning anything noteworthy, as you compare it to the long and fruitful journey of the Heart Break Gal. Were four reigns of the Vixen’s Title not good enough for you, scrap? Were two reigns of Tag Team Titles not living up to your standards? I am both hysterical and nauseated by this nerve, and this is exactly the reason why you Strong Style bitches have no right to open your mouth and voice your opinion in the presence of the Vendetta Spawn. I don’t intend to re-write history, who the hell do you think I look like, Aria Jaxon? Everything is the same, and I am not denying the fact that my Father sprung forth opportunities and made them happen. He is a man of power. He is a man of control. And you can only imagine how I came to be the same power-hungry control-freak that I am today. But one thing too obvious that you have never pointed out is that he is a man of taste. My Father loves my Mother to no end, and he would do anything to protect her because he knew that the greatest in-ring performer that ever existed deserves better than a bullshit loss. Yes, I paid attention to the tales. I know the bedtime stories. They have been told and retold by different voices but it’s all the same narrative. If you actually have some brains, scrap, you would know the difference. Your opponents didn’t win out of sheer luck and bullshit. They won because they beat you. They won because you were weak. They won because they knew that this was just another opportunity that you let slide because you are a second-rate scrap that has no place in the squared circle. I would call you out for disrespecting a retired wrestler currently in her Anniversary with her husband, but do you want to know a secret, Belle? No matter how they’ve worked around the situation, I knew deep within my heart that my Father loves my Mother too much that he would give her the World, including inserting her in these matches until she won the big one. But do you know something else, Belle? People are not going to remember that. They won’t dwell on such trivial details. They only know of the history she made because, in this line of business, a legend’s opportunity is simply limitless and they can never do wrong. And the best thing about it is how little I feel about the situation, as a matter of fact, I think it’s brilliant. It pictures perfectly how the Vendetta Family looks after one another, how we stand side by side, as we have done the same for me a few months ago at Budokai Tenkaichi, when they held my hand and attack the one person who tried to do me harm. You can’t possibly know that, scrap, because you are an unreliable weakling and all those you work alongside with know that you would only drag them down especially if you tried to be a hero… you are surrounded by people who would literally throw you under the bus if you move too slow or trip and fall, while I’m surrounded by people who see value in my capabilities enough to be a choice instead of an option, despite the hatred they feel for me. They know that I can measure up to the challenge, and excel with my eyes blindfolded. They know that I’m the type of person who would never even break a sweat facing a spineless rat like you. Do you honestly think that I’m walking into a culture shock, scrap?

Bitch, you’re walking into an ambush.

You’re walking... into a slaughter.

Welcome to Odyssey.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) October 17th 2018, 11:59 pm by Guest

The Swan Song

The weakest dog barks the loudest. Did you know that, Natasha? Everything you said is no more than mere barking from the weakest woman in this four-way dance. You asked me, “How about all of the fans that have rejected me and boo me every single time I came through those curtains?” I was numb to it. When, I was breaking down doors in MMA and helping that sport many people boo me, insulted me for my looks, and more. Fans booing me is nothing new and I have become numb to it and always was. You know, what you forgot to mention though those sections of people cheering for me. I’ll admit it wasn’t a huge cheer section, but it warmed me and gave the energy to keep doing this sport that I love. Do you want to know why the hell I am here for? Easy. I grew up a fan of this sport. Wrestling helped me cope with my life and its struggles. I loved the sport so much I went out on a limb to New Jersey to get trained by the best Catch Wrestler there ever was; his training was brutal. I hung in there I became the first Female Catch Wrestler trained by him and the only certified in the United States, and when I lost my love of MMA. I came here and hoped to bring Wrestling back to good old days and I wanted to show that we, women wrestlers, are no longer the side attractions and can be just as technical if not more than the men. Who am I compared to you, Natasha? I am the inaugural Bantamweight for several MMA promotions that were strictly for men. I am a granted Hall of Fame nominee. I was the first woman in MMA to go undefeated in both amateur and professional. I am the woman, who came here got knocked down and soon realized who I truly was. You are right Natasha. Nobody expected me to get this far, and that includes myself. You know why I doubt myself for? I have severe self-esteem issues and depression, so I always doubt myself, but I guess you wouldn’t know that nor do you care. I loved how you said “got embarrassed enough times” when literally I only lost one match, sweetheart. Please, learn your facts and as far as a backbone. I have more backbone than you could ever imagine. What do you know about myself? Do you know as I mentioned before I have extremely low self-esteem, that I suffer from depression, that I watched my father, the man idolized, slowly descend in a downward spiral as he lost his battle with alcoholism and Liver Cancer, and so forth? I didn’t crumble, as you said, instead I remembered who I truly was and I became true to myself. Actually, Natasha, I don’t think I can do this and in fact, I know I will lose because my style does extremely well on mono e mono, but poorly against a match like this. You are right, why should anyone give two shit on who I beat. They were just expendable right, which is such a weak-minded thing to think. Sure, beating unimpressive people was like practice, but I still respected those women even Maria. Sweetie, again please look up things before you run your mouth. I have been to Madison Square Garden before, and it was where I became the inaugural champion. Also, get something new to say. The whole “washed up MMA fighter” thing is really old, and I have enough people telling that. Before I move onto the other girls, I will say one last thing, Natasha, you are the weakest person on the Odyssey roster and I hope Eris or Dulce wins and pins you just for the humiliation.

What can I say about you, Dulce? I really like you, and you remind me so much of myself when I was younger. You and I are in the same in a roundabout way. You and I are both nothing more than mere women who have worked hard to earn these spots in this match, but so has the three. You and I are nothing more than women who have seen women get ahead of ourselves knowing they don’t deserve it. I don’t believe you will lose to me, in fact, I think you will be the one to win as you are the better person than myself and the others by a mile. I have the most respect for you Dulce and if in our match you and I go mono e mono, that will be the highlight reel. Two Dark Horses, who have worked for everything and anything in their life. You said you want my A-game, well you will get it and you will see what I truly am about. There isn’t more than I can say about you Dulce, I have way too much respect for you and you are what I wished I was in a way.

Oh, sweet sweet Eris, the person I owe so much to. If it wasn’t for my loss to you, then I don’t know who I would be. I mean, I would still be the bitch that came in here and thought I knew everything and could beat everyone. I am glad though you “cleansed” me as you say because I found myself and became a better person for it, and I thank you for that. Though I said I want Dulce to win, I do believe you would be an excellent choice as well as you represent those who are on the outside, different, and don’t fit in. You show them hope and show them you can be “weird” and still succeed and for that, I thank you again as well.

Dulce asked one question, “Who am I?” and it struck me so I figured I would answer as she did. I am Jessykah Sarah von Schwarzburg, and I am the daughter of David Wolfgang von Schwarzburg, a three-time Heavyweight Boxing champion, and my hero. I am a woman who broke down barriers for the women who follow after me and was told that women don’t belong in combat sports. I am a woman who was told I wasn’t the prettiest and that I am too tomboyish. I am a woman who should little girls and more that even if you came from the bottom and had nothing that you can make it to the top and have anything you want. I am a woman that showed that if you are a nobody you can become a somebody. I am a woman who showed that if you fly too close to the sun you will fall like Icarus. Most of all I am a woman who got to live her dream and now can say I did everything I ever wanted, and with that, I must bid y’all a good night, a goodbye, and good luck.

(Jessykah makes a gun with her fingers and aims it right at the camera)

Bang!

Promo posted for Belle Kingsley #2

I would be lying if I said that Event Horizon doesn’t play in the back of my mind. The thought of becoming Puroresu Heavyweight Champion has diminished thanks to Jaydayne Pendragon. Anyone would have resented their faction leader if they ever fell to them. There was a part of me that wonder if that would become of me, but I can stand here and say that I don’t hate Jaydayne. I still respect him. I knew that was a concern in the backs of the minds of everyone, but I feel like after Event Horizon and the last shot of Jaydayne and myself celebrating on the top of our respective corners was enough assurance that Shoot Nation was here to stay. Shoot Nation wasn’t going to be another Tres Comas Club or fade to existence like Ronin. To hear you think that I was the star of the show, Azumi. It means a lot to me because I did not feel like that when I walked to the back after my loss. I felt like how I always felt and that was a loser. Any hope of becoming less than a loser seemed like such an unrealistic concept. However, the one thing that keeps me going are the wrestling fans. SSW or OWA, but the thought that people take the time to pay attention to my matches and see my heart and how much I put into my matches, motivates me. Even though we are in opposite team, Azumi, the respect is always there from me. You are a prime example of someone who has constantly improved and busted their ass to get that Queen of the Ring and it gives me hope that my moment will come eventually? Will Civil War be that moment that I was waiting for? I am going into the match doing what I always do and that is give it my all. There will be no denying that Belle Kingsley did not do enough to make sure Team SSW has someone standing for their team and if our captain is not, then it should be me.

I look at the women of Team OWA and TyAnna has proven that each woman in that team has had some sort of accomplishment. Savannah Sunshine is the first ever Queen of the Ring. Sweet Roxy is a former OWA Women’s Champion. Azumi Goto is the current Queen of the Ring. TyAnna Jupiter is the current OWA Women’s Champion. I am fully aware that I have been in SSW for six months and I have yet to get a huge accomplishment under my name. I have been nothing more than a woman who has lost in every championship match she has been a part of. I was nothing more than the woman who could defeat her own faction leader when it mattered. People are so quick to judge me because my winning record is not the best, but they cannot count me out so fast. Do women like TyAnna not believe that I could potentially be one of the last women standing on my team? Does TyAnna not believe for a second that Belle Kingsley will use all that fire and spark to ignite something and give Team OWA the surprise they need too? TyAnna is so quick to judge Team SSW because we don’t have the accomplishments her team has, but I believe we have the better set of women who will refuse to drop the ball at this given opportunity. It is time for the women of Strong Style Wrestling to prove that the Goddesses Division is nothing more than child’s play to them. I got no issues with TyAnna. I love that she carries herself as a champion. I never meant for her to take my comments as discrediting all of her success, but she’s got a lot of pressure on her to make sure that at Civil War, she has a team that is ready to win. There is no denying that Sweet Roxy and Azumi Goto are good, but there’s always those that may need to be carried to the finish line. She knows who she is.

As for Sweet Roxy, I knew that she was going to go after the “losing” shtick that I expected most of these women to go after. While Azumi sees the effort I put into my matches, Sweet Roxy will be the first one to point out the flaws to make herself feel better. Yes, I am aware of the fact that I have lost each championship match I’ve been in. Yes, I am aware that I am cutting a promo on the offspring of one of the most deadly families in professional wrestling. I am aware that, but she can’t be really talking about getting championship match after championship match handed to her when her father did the same thing for her mother until she became World Champion, but that’s none of my business, huh? I mean, it took her mother multiple tries before she captured the big one, right? Or is that just Sweet Roxy trying to rewrite the history books to suit her own narrative? I mean, it would be such a Vendetta thing to do and the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, right? If Sweet Roxy wants to call me out on my “undeserved” championship opportunities, she might as well look at the woman who carried her for nine months. But, Sweet Roxy will never admit any of this stuff. She thinks that she’s perfect. She thinks that there is not a single flaw in her. What she doesn’t realize is her prima donna attitude and her stubbornness are going to be her downfall at Civil War. If I get inside the ring with her, there is no doubt that I am going to show her what “strong style wrestling” is all about. It’s nothing more than an art of Japanese wrestling. It is a way of a wrestler’s life and she will be in for a bit of a cultural shock if she steps into the ring against me.

I.

At Boiling Point, I said I knew it was my time.

When I walked into that triple threat to become number one contender for Queen of the Ring, I said I knew it was my time.

Ultimately, though, here I stand. Those are the only two losses I have to my name since I’ve been in OWA, and regardless of how they went down, I still haven’t been Queen of the Ring. In those two cases, I didn’t do what I set out to do. And as mad as those losses made me at the time, I’m kinda starting to think they were blessings in disguise. Now I have the chance to win something better and do something bigger. Yeah, gift-wrapped chances at titles are cute, but why not bypass all that bullshit and get straight to the gold? That’s what motivates me going into Civil War. I’m not risking it all for a CHANCE to become a champion. I’m risking it all to BE a champion, and what I thought I knew months ago is nothing compared to what I know now. I won’t be wrong again. I CAN’T be wrong again. And really, if I was a weaker woman, I could sit here talking about how the third time is the charm or something like that, but doesn’t that sound like a gamble? It does. And when have I ever been the type to leave anything up to chance? From the first day I set foot in this company, I’ve made strides toward taking what I wanted first and asked questions later. People thought when I failed in my chances to become Queen of the Ring that the cocky girl with the bright red weave was getting her karma and falling on her face -- but it only made me stronger. It made me hungrier. All it did was throw gasoline on The Firestarter’s flames. Now I’m looking straight ahead to Civil War, and I’m gonna own that night -- no pun intended. The girl who wasn’t supposed to make it this far, the one the system and fans alike can’t fucking stand, she’s done with the close calls, the maybes, and the could be's. What I know now is that I’m leaving New York as the first-ever Goddesses Champion, and this blazing wildfire of mine is racking up a body count of three because three hard-headed bitches just can’t bring themselves to stay the fuck outta my way.

When I think about Civil War, I only feel confidence. I can only think about how happy I’ll be and how good it’s gonna feel to walk away with that championship in my hands. I definitely don’t feel fear, but that’s the thing Eris counts on the most. I never thought I’d say this, but I actually agree with Dulce -- you’re a regular woman, just like the rest of us. That blood in all your vignettes was bought at Party City by some production assistant. Those demented eyes are contacts. The scary visage is all makeup that can be washed away. And there’s nothing you can do to me or anybody else that they can’t come back from. It’s not like you’re killing anybody, and is your stupid ass little crusade to “cleanse” the division really worth shit if the bitches you beat are back on TV a week later? You don’t get ahead by “cleansing” this show. You get ahead by winning, and whether you’re a psycho bitch or not, I thought someone who’s 5-0 like you would understand that better than anybody. You made it this far because you played your cards right and won when you needed to, not because some spooky ass higher power is holding your hand since it co-signs on your crusade. Nobody has been able to take you down -- but you haven’t faced me yet, and it’s kinda appropriate that this is when we’re finally gonna cross paths. I probably represent what you hate most -- arrogant, loud-mouthed, and a little too realistic to give two fucks about all your loopy ass delusions. The difference between your agenda and mine is that the issues I have with this place are rooted in REAL problems, evident in the fact that do-nothing bitches like Sweet Roxy, Megan Harper, and HENDRIX all amounted to more than they deserved to around here. They fit the right mold. Nothing more, nothing less. I take issue with the fact that “people like me” have to work twice as hard to get half as much, so what the fuck is your deal? Normal people who don’t bathe in blood don’t have any place on your version of Odyssey? Yeah, no thanks. I don’t give a shit if Halloween is coming up, this ain’t a horror movie, and you’re not the larger-than-life, invincible slasher that you think you are. You’re just a wrestler, just like me. And whether you’re the one taking the final pin or you’re one of the ones too slow to break it up, you’ll still be a loser at the end of this. Once I got into this match, your chances of being Goddesses Champion were already dead on arrival, but after the match? Your mystique is just gonna be flat out dead.

When Viola said Odyssey was getting another belt, I didn’t have any faith that the contenders were gonna be picked the right way. I thought nothing would change, and we’d be right back to undeserving plastic mannequins getting to take center stage again. So color my ass surprised when the whole thing was merit-based. All we had to do was win to get our chance, and that plays to my strengths. It made sure that only the deserving would make it to Civil War, and it warmed my cynical heart. I can still beat the deserving, though. Nobody expected Jessykah to win enough matches to get this far. Probably not even Jessykah herself, and if she doesn’t believe she can do it, why should anyone else? Think about who she was when we all first laid eyes on her. Rude, brash, constantly talking shit...she reminds me of someone I know. But, that way of doing business ain’t for everybody, and she got embarrassed enough times in the ring that she went back to the drawing board and lost all her backbone. Somehow it worked for her, because here she is as one of my opponents this week. We see what people are really made of when times get tough, and what I learned about you, Jessykah, is that you cave. You crumble instead of doubling down and staying true to yourself. You can change everything about who you are at the drop of a hat. When you do finally buck up and decide to open your mouth, you’re gonna tell me that you believe you can do this -- and I’m gonna laugh at you, because “championship-ready Jessykah” will just be the next costume for you to wear. You’re on a little roll right now, yeah, but who have you beaten that anyone should give a shit about? You got the points you needed, but is beating unimpressive people really the right kinda practice for a match like this? Deep down, you don’t really believe you can do this, and that’s gonna show when your deer in the headlights ass steps into that ring in Madison Square Garden. I was forged in the fire, though, so I’m not worried about the challenge ahead. Where you’ll falter, I’ll thrive. And once I’m Goddesses Champion, I’ll just keep thriving.

It’s almost like we can’t escape each other, Dulce, and if nobody knew anything else, they might think we had a lot in common based on that. But nah. We both know better. It took you too long to light a fire under your own ass. Even now, when you got the opportunity of a lifetime, what are you doing? Bouncing back and forth between telling me you’ll outwrestle me one second and the next, you’re saying that nobody can picture you as Goddesses Champion. You’re mad that you think other girls have gotten the attention that you didn’t, but who gives a fuck about attention? I don’t give a shit about the cheers and the introductory video package, because more often than not, the girls who get those don’t live up to the hype. I want shit that can’t be disputed. I want championships, because nobody can argue with those once you stack up enough of them. It’s about opportunities, and that’s what this is. A chance to finally do something worth giving a fuck about. It just sucks for you that your chance had to come against someone like me. You know exactly what I’m capable of. You know exactly how far I’ll go to win, and I hate that I put so much into tryna become Queen of the Ring just to lose. I haven’t come this far to fail, and I don’t give a fuck if you’re singing the same song. It’s my time. And just like Jessykah, when you try to tell me otherwise, I can’t really take you seriously because we’ve all seen just how weak you can be. Yeah, everybody loves the new and improved Dulce, but let’s not forget the bitch who had to “take a break” because things got a little too hot in the kitchen. You think the journey gets any easier from here on out? Girl, we’re still brand new. Championship match or not, we arguably got less to lose now than we ever will, and I’ve already seen you crack. That’s not what champions do, and that’s how I know you don’t want this more than I do. That’s how I know you can’t beat me. I’m done sharing the same disappointments with you. Up to this point, the times where we fell short were the things we had in common, but that’s over after Civil War. You get to remember another night where you fucked up. I’ll remember it as the night I became Goddesses Champion.

I’m getting impatient. You could argue that I haven’t been here that long, or that Odyssey hasn’t existed that long, but enough time has passed for me. Since day one, I’ve been turning heads and proving why I deserve to be called one of the best on this brand, and now it’s almost time for me to make history. The Goddesses Championship won’t begin its history held by an overhyped slasher cosplayer, a washed up MMA fighter, or my inconsistent “rival”. Right from the very beginning, it’ll be held by the best. I’ll forever remain Unchained -- and forever be known as the inaugural Goddesses Champion.

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(The camera briefly shows the busy streets of New York City and all the buildings accompanying it before transitioning to an outside shot of a luxurious hotel. The camera cuts to Cassius as he has just finished tying his tie to go along with the rest of his expensive suit while Sakura remains in the background on the bed still in her sleeping attire as she eats a snack and watches television.)

Cassius: We’ve got to get around soon, my Cherry Blossom.

(Sakura grumbles.)

Sakura: We don’t HAVE to...

Cassius: You know how important we are, my love. Not just to Strong Style Wrestling--

Sakura: Blah…

Cassius: But to the Omega Wrestling Alliance and Professional Wrestling in general. People are dying to see us out here in this city, these companies still have tickets to sell and let’s be honest, we’re the only ones capable of such a feat.

(Sakura grumbles again and pats the empty space on the bed next to her.)

Sakura: Can’t we just lay in bed and NOT do any of that annoying stuff?

(Cassius relents as he makes his way over to the bed, carefully laying down on it in his expensive suit next to Sakura. A giddy Sakura smiles and kisses Cassius.)

Cassius: For just a little while, and then we have to get ready, my Cherry Blossom.

Sakura: Fine, fine - deal.

(Sakura rests her head on Cassius’ shoulder as she continues to eat her snack and watch television. Cassius turns his attention towards the camera.)

Cassius: You know… There’s just so much to say. Just the other day, two men decided to interrupt my Cherry Blossom’s inevitable victory in the Best In The World Series to “send a message”. They beat down the both of us and went on their way so that they could properly challenge us to a match at this little interpromotional show to decide who’s supposedly the best Tag Team in the World. No doubt about it. This will decide which team is THE team. This will decide who is the absolute best in the World as a collective unit.

(Sakura looks up at Cassius as he looks down at her. They both chuckle as Sakura looks back at the television while Cassius turns his attention back to the camera.)

Cassius: Are you serious? Is anyone even in your own company convinced you two are worthy of standing in the ring with us? Just because you’ve got a fair amount of sexual tension in your little boys club doesn’t make you a cohesive team that’s capable of bringing down the One True Pairing. Nobody gives a shit who either of you are or where you’ve been or how you got here. Hell, what everyone IS wondering when they see you is “How is Wolvesden not the ones in this match?” and that’s because we - just like everyone else - have actually heard of them. We’ve all heard about the so-called best that this company has to offer, it’s just that you two misfits are never anywhere within a mile of the conversation. Now that’s not on US, of course. It’s not our job to dig into this haystack and find a needle that is whatever it is that makes you two capable of standing where you’re standing. But you know what? I’m not gonna sit here and just talk down to you for what precious time you have to hear our words. We do PLENTY of that to the cretins that bother us in our own company, so why not change it up a bit? Why not instead show some, ya know, gratitude. That’s right. Gratitude. You didn’t mishear me, I promise you that. I want to show genuine gratitude to the two of you, “Heart and Seoul”. My deepest, absolute gratitude, because you both happen to be EXACTLY what my Cherry Blossom and I have always wanted. We’ve been rummaging through the desolate remains of Strong Style Wrestling - searching far and wide for ANYONE capable of giving us that spark.

(Cassius points upwards as the camera zooms out to reveal the Freebird Tag Team Championships hanging over the bed of the One True Pairing.)

Cassius: You see these? We should be able to look at these Championships and be PROUD. We should see them every single day of our amazing, wonderful lives and feel like we accomplished something. Instead, they’re nothing but a miserable reminder of something that’s missing. It’s like a puzzle with one final piece that’s nowhere to be found. You understand what I’m saying? My Cherry Blossom and I arrived here looking to dominate this company. Here’s the issue: We did it. We did it with literally the greatest of ease. It took no effort on our part. Anyone who’s gotten in our way - we’ve put down. It was never a question of IF OTP would capture the Championships, but WHEN. And we did it on our first try. Then we dropped them, and did it a second time just to feel even a little bit alive. That’s all we wanted. Just to feel like we weren’t wasting our fucking time every single time we stepped inside a Strong Style Wrestling ring. I make no exaggeration when I tell you that the One True Pairing are GODS of Tag Teams - we’ve been raised with one another, both born with a pedigree you could only dream of, trained by the absolute best, and created a chemistry that could never be replicated. Look us in our eyes if you think for even a second we hesitate to believe that is the absolute truth and the only truth there’s ever gonna be. We deserve better than this. We deserve better than Saul Omen and CM Nas. We deserve better than Belle Kingsley and The Apparition. We deserve better than Steven Cassidy and Shinati Mizarki. In fact, we deserve better than Strong Style Wrestling.

Sakura: Cassiussss….

(Cassius turns his attention to Sakura as they kiss before he continues while she returns to what she was watching.)

Cassius: But more importantly, the Omega Wrestling Alliance deserves better than Heart and Seoul. In fact, all of professional wrestling deserves better than that. So there’s as far as our gratitude extends to you. Thanks for being the ones who finally give us the spark we need to keep going and make us feel alive for the first time in what feels like a fucking eternity. Just don’t go flattering yourselves and believing that makes you special, because it doesn’t. Not in the slightest. You got lucky as far as we’re concerned. You’re here not because you earned it or proved anything, but because you just so happen to be the ones holding those Bloodline Tag Team Championships. Count your lucky stars that you not only made it to the big time, but don’t have to lose those Championships by putting them on the line against us. Congrats on that! It’s not gonna be winning those Titles that becomes your biggest accomplishment when your miserable existences come to an end - it’s gonna be that you took the biggest beating of your lives combined against a real team and managed to walk out with your Championships still around your waists. Although, maybe you shouldn’t just feel too happy about that accomplishment just yet. After all, we dominate EVERYWHERE we go. That’s what we do. You get to be in the ring with us, and you finally get to have someone actually give a shit about what you’re doing, but maybe your dream of being Champions isn’t quite as safe as you think. Maybe we just might decide that we like it here. I mean sure, New York City is a far cry from our home in LA, but who says we can’t have two homes? Who says we can’t just show up and take over? What more fitting for the One True Pairing than by collectively ruling over every Tag Team Division in reaching distance? Maybe we like it here more than we thought. Maybe we just might stick around, and you two can go to the back of the line and the bottom of the barrel where people like you belong.

(Cassius turns to Sakura, kissing her again before getting off the bed.)

Cassius: Come on, my Cherry Blossom, it’s time to get ready. New York is waiting for the One True Pairing.

Sakura: Ugghh but New Yorkers are so gross… Fine…

(Sakura reluctantly gets up in the background as Cassius returns to the mirror, adjusting his suit.)

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The sight of her Cassius is enough for the lady to be inspired to get up in the morning, ever since they were best friends in the early stages of their lives, and this has never changed. Sakura Corleone was the definition of a devoted lover and wife who would follow her husband to the ends of the earth and the same way her husband ensures she is taken care of every day. Tonight is no different, she is seen by the panning camera brushing her colored hair as she wears a glamorous pink cocktail dress and a pair of silver heels on her feet. Sakura never really needed any jewelry or make-up, she is just a simple girl who could work with simple things.

Sakura Corleone: This is about the fifteenth time we’ve gone to New York, my love, and it never fails to impress me. Last night, I was up at almost midnight and there are still lights everywhere outside of our window!

Cassius Corleone: And yet, you stayed in bed and slept like a baby afterward even through all that noise.

The camera pans in front of Sakura and Cassius, as they smile at each other.

Sakura Corleone: I can’t help it! I’m always comfortable when I’m beside you. And don’t get me wrong, I would prefer just having a staring contest with you all night than dealing with these disgusting New Yorkers in their pungent sweat and the way they breathe out the pollution in their city, but I am actually looking forward to spending this evening out there! Oh, maybe we should go to a pizza place after our tour tonight! That would be super awesome, my love!

Cassius Corleone: Anything you want, my Cherry Blossom. I’m just happy you’re happy!

Sakura Corleone: How can I not be happy? Look at us, look at how we are right now. Everything is finally how they should be! We won back the Lovebird Tag Team Championships! We have conquered Strong Style Wrestling yet again and reigned as King and Queen. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and more! And now we’re crossing over to this little rival company of SSW… I guess I’ve just been obsessed with our circle that I’ve forgotten that other companies that operate without us just aren’t that important, but I’ve seen what Omega Wrestling Alliance and the first set of team they placed in front of the One True Pairing, and I realize that I was right all along. If this “Heart and Seoul” is their only gatekeeper to determine the best Tag Team in the World, then they are not doing a very good job presenting themselves as an established company with a solid Tag Team Division. And as always, my Cassius, you were right about these parasites that supposedly stand as our threat. They are insanely lucky that they happened to be the Tag Team that has Gold around their waist or else they wouldn’t even be worthy of being in the same ring as us. Do you know what happens when people cross The One True Pairing? They learn. They learn the most important lesson that if you want your career intact and your face not battered and broken, then you should never bother coming to the ring to face us, let alone be the first to throw the stone… because we will hit you back with a much bigger rock. Its a lesson our opponents had to learn and re-learn, and yet they refuse to listen, and so time and time again, they crawl back in their rotten safe space and find some other idiot to bully!

Cassius Corleone: It happens to the best of us, my love. Anyone who isn’t us in Strong Style Wrestling has the IQ of a peanut, and I wouldn't be surprised in the slightest if that were the same case in OWA.

Sakura Corleone: Well, I sure hope not! Even though they have made it obvious that they are not doing a good job naming contenders and potential Champions, I want to believe in my heart that they are somewhat smart people!

Cassius Corleone: Maybe they’re just suicidal?

Sakura Corleone: Heart and Seoul did make the challenge. So they must be! What we do to tag teams have been brutal and they almost pushed themselves away from the Wrestling ring where they belong, and I would normally suggest that these barbarians that we’re facing don’t deserve to be beaten within an inch of their lives, but they started the warcry and we are simply responding by aiming for their heads and shooting to kill. I know in your minds that you have foolishly believed that your title win was your biggest fight, and any team that signs up is under your radar because they formally announce their intentions and that they are coming after you, but my friends, you are facing a different set of monsters than you’re used to. That’s what we have done in SSW. The Freebird Tag Team Championships is always open-season, for any couple of morons within a faction could join forces and come after this gold. Anywhere you turn, someone could fall from the trees and snatch what you have, you have to move quickly and foresee any unexpected circumstance or you will end up retreating empty-handed. Cassius and I have overcome. We have proven that we are a solid team that will never succumb to such a quick environment because no matter who opposes us, we are much quicker and more resilient than any individual. We have taken steps to ensure our gold stays ours. Twice. If “Heart and Seoul” even believe that getting to the Bloodline Tag Team Championships and fighting a pack of Wolves in the process is their biggest challenge, they will see for themselves that surviving the One True Pairing is a completely different scenario. They could kill off Wolves but they can never surpass Gods, and by the end of it all they will question their sanity if challenging the One True Pairing was even a wise decision, to begin with.

Cassius Corleone: We’ll see them learn to not be reckless where they point their fingers to, my Cherry Blossom. And it’s the same moment of realization that we see in each of our opponents when they realize too late that they’ve fallen victim.

Sakura Corleone: It’s a moment I’ll be happy to relive over and over again.

Cassius Corleone: Oh, and one more thing, my love. I know you’re not a fan of jewelry, but…

Cassius Corleone reaches in his pocket for a box. He opens it and pulls a silver necklace with a rose gold colored heart-shaped pendant. He helps Sakura pull her hair to the side so he could gently place the necklace around her neck. Sakura smiles with such joy while holding back her tears.

Sakura Corleone: My Cassius, it’s so beautiful! I will cherish this and wear it every day for the rest of my life!

Cassius Corleone: I’m so glad you like it, my love. Only the best gift for the best wife in existence.

Sakura Corleone embraces Cassius after he secured the necklace around her neck. The blossom of romance for these two grows bigger and bigger each passing day, and even for so many years that they have been together, they still find ways to surprise each other, even with the little things they do. Now going into Omega Wrestling Alliance, an unfamiliar territory, would be a test of their strength, but they believe they could do anything, even the impossible, so long as they’re together. Their love is strong, and nothing can ever stop it.

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[Nate Cage]

[The Confession]

[The Church of Christ the Redeemer]

[October 17, 2018]

[Who will stand up and be saved?]

[A priest sits down inside the confessional, there is a man on the other side]

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

What is your name, child?

Nathan.

Tell me, Nathan, what sins do you believe you have committed?

I am a man who is awash with sin. It follows me everywhere, a dark cloud that hangs over my head. Something that, no matter how hard I may try, I can never escape. In my running, I’ve committed the most heinous sin of them all. I have abandoned my family. The ones I love more than anything in the world, I’ve left them behind in the pursuit of success. I am a selfish man, I do not deserve to be considered one of God’s children.

We are all God’s children, Nathan. Christ died so that we may be reborn. The weight of our sin was put on him so that we may be forgiven. Tell me about your family. Tell me about your pursuits.

I have a sister, Natalie. I’ve stuck by her since we were little. We didn’t have much growing up, no future, no meaning to our lives. All we could do was fight. We fought for every square inch of ground that we could get. She’s always been a fighter. Tough. Resilient. She was in the Royal Navy, served her country.

A noble profession.

Exactly. Me? I’ve never had honour. I am corrupt. Filthy. My craft is not one that anybody should be proud of.

And what is it you do?

I hurt people for a living. Not in the name of a country, not in the name of honour, but in the name of glory. I fight for my own pride, my own gain. I fight for raw materials that I cannot take with me to the other side. I beat people down so that I can gloat about how tough I am. It’s all a façade, a joke. I’m no fighter, I’m a fraud.

Why do you say that?

I’m fuelled by personal gain. I’m always chasing that next fleeting moment of glory. If I’m not winning, I’m not happy. I will step over anyone and everyone to get what I want. And I’ve stooped to a new low now. I left my sister in the hands of someone who doesn’t care about her, who actively wants her snuffed out. She is no longer under my protection. I’ve betrayed the promise I made to her years ago, the promise that we’d always be side by side. What kind of a man does that, Father? What kind of a man breaks promises to his family so that he can pursue selfish goals?

That is for you to answer, Nathan.

But I don’t HAVE answers, Father. I have questions, so, so many questions. My mind is racing at a million miles an hour to work out where I go from here. Do I chase the glory, or do I go back home?

What is this “glory” of which you speak?

A tournament. One that will determine who truly is the strongest, fiercest force in my line of work. The winner of which will be crowned the God of War.

There is only one God, Nathan, and He cannot be any of us. He is not a mortal being. To anoint oneself as a god is a serious affront to the Almighty.

This never even occurred to me at first, Father. It didn’t bother me whatsoever as I drove my enemies into the ground in pursuit of this title. I’ve dominated people, caused them great pain and suffering. I have indulged in evil on my quest. Every day, I feel myself slipping further and further into the abyss. I feel my grip on reality loosening. I’ve convinced myself that I was put on this Earth to wage war against some untold enemy. The more I think about it, the more I think I’m nothing more than a delusional hypocrite. My life’s work has been a waste. It doesn’t matter what I do here if my soul isn’t clean. I see that now. I’ve made a point of bringing harm on my fellow man. I’ve broke every commandment that the Lord has put in place for us to live our lives by. I am guilty beyond saving.

Nobody is beyond saving, Nathan. You may be feeling low, you may be feeling helpless, but He has great plans for you.

He does?

Oh yes, He has a plan for everyone. Humanity may try to stray further from His love, but He will never abandon the flock.

I knew a man like that once…

A man? No man can ever possess the power of the Almighty. You must understand that.

I only see it now. This man he, he took me in. Filled my head with the belief that he was guided by the voice of a higher power. He had so many followers, and I only helped him gain more. I found so much success with him. Fame, fortune, accolades, everything I could have ever asked for.

The Devil takes many forms, Nathan. Those accomplishments, have they brought you happiness?

I…I don’t know.

When you’ve moved on into the next life, do you want to be remembered as a man who was fooled by the ramblings of a madman? By the same temptation that saw Eve commit original sin? Have you eaten from the forbidden fruit?

I have. I have indulged in the belief that power is absolute, and that I have absolute power. This man led me astray. Taught me to be a wolf and not a lamb. To live in the moment and extract pleasure from wherever I saw fit. He’s still trying to influence me now. He wants me to win this tournament and become the God of War. And I’m afraid that I will.

Why is that?

Because it’ll be easy! I’ve vanquished everyone that’s been put in my path and I have only one more to get through. A man who is just as guilty as me. A violent, aggressive man. A man who lashes out at those around him if he does not get what he wants. He’s a parasite. He’s a lecherous being who I know I can exterminate with the tools that I have been provided with. But now, now I see that violence isn’t the answer. Is it not my responsibility to save this poor man from himself?

Now you’re looking at life the way you should be doing, Nathan.

Yes, it all makes sense. Why must I fight this man? Why bring harm to somebody who is just as lost as I once was? Us fighting is just two negative energies colliding. No good can come from it. But what if I save him? What if I approach our battle with love and not hate? I don’t want to hurt him, because I know why he does the things he does. He’s lonely. He’s scared. He doesn’t have any friends in this world to reach out and lend him a helping hand. Didn’t God tell us to love our neighbour as we do ourselves?

It is considered to be one of his most cardinal rules. One that we must live our life by.

This man is my neighbour, and I’ve only thought of him as an adversary. Neighbours do not fight, they support each other. They hold you up when you’re falling down. He doesn’t let people get close to him because of his own insecurities, the very same insecurities that I once had. I was terrified of what I might have done to him, that you would have to forgive me for sins committed and ones I am about to commit. But that’s not what I want. What I want is to show him and the entire world that I am not an evil man. I will not let my past transgressions define me!

This is exactly what I wanted to hear, Nathan. You’ve learned something about yourself. Learned that you are not a man of hate, but of love and kindness!

Yes! I see it all now! Oh, it’s as clear as a summer’s day! When two sides meet on a battlefield, only one needs to lay down their arms to broker peace. That is what I must do. And he might hate me for it. He might lash out and beat me down, but isn’t that what I must let happen? I must turn the other cheek and let him realise that the old way is not how we must live anymore. Father I…I think I am saved.

You are on the right track, Nathan, but there is one more thing I want you to do.

Anything, I’ll do anything, Father!

I want you to accept the blood of Jesus Christ. I want you to make a covenant with him. I want you to accept baptism!

Baptism? Can the good Lord wash away my sin? I’ve committed such heinous acts of malice…I don’t think there is a place for me in the Lord’s light.

He can save us all, Nathan! That’s what you must realise! When that water washes over you and liberates you from evil, you are reborn!

A rebirth? Yes, yes that is what I seek! The Nathan you speak to now must die so that the man I was born to be can live! My sinful ways shall be relics of the past, my future is where the real journey lies!

You understand so well, child. This is the first step in your new life. A life lived under God. Under the Holy Trinity. You are ready, son.

When can the cleansing be? I am beyond desperate to begin my path!

As soon as is possible, my son. The entire congregation will gather and we will welcome you with open arms.

[Nathan begins to cry]

Thank-you, Father! This…this feels right. This feels like what my life has been leading to. I will have meaning, I will have purpose!

And for the first time, you will be loved.

First me, and then the world. Everyone will know His love! My family! My friends! My enemies! I will be…righteous.

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“Mother always told me that it’s not always teamwork within your circle that wins you a war… sometimes you have to ensure that your soldiers are armed and that you’re gunning for the same end result… because even the worst of enemies could prevail once taped together with a common goal.”

What are you doing? I want all of you to sit down on a small chair, right there on whatever rotting shithole you live in somewhere in the Land of the Rising Sun, and contemplate for a moment if you've made a wise decision of facing four of the most established competitors not just in OWA, but the World itself. Mother always told me to never come unprepared, and to always have a plan even when for the unknown. To think fast, and act fast especially if the situation doesn't favor you, but I look at these women and it’s like all the advantage they had to sit silently and display their willpower and unpredictability, they chose to throw away when they started to voice their opinions to the Goddesses of Odyssey. I know it’s such a heavy pressure that you carry on your shoulders that you have to show up at Madison Square Garden, but it didn’t mean that you had to leave your colors behind and act like the most mundane, boring, uninspired line of competitors that you could ever put in front of us. And here I thought Tyanna Jupiter was a self-righteous one-dimensional idiot. And here I was wondering how I could possibly work with Azumi Goto when she’s nothing but a scared little sheep dressed in wolf’s clothing, and she could never fend for herself. And how could I ever stand in the same side of the ring as Savannah Sunshine when she lost her beau to chase after a hotter piece of ass in Sweet Roxy? I was devastated! I spent sleepless nights curled in my bed sighing in guilt! I kept thinking to myself that I should turn my life around and become a better, upstanding citizen so no one would ever hate me again!

Oh, who am I kidding? That did not happen, and that will never happen. I am not going to apologize for being the best in-ring performer today, for being smarter and more driven to compete, just like I am not going to apologize for being more attractive than all of you combined! That would be absurd. I have always delivered results and gave everything I had in every match that I compete in. I have learned to be a lone wolf, to not depend on the undependable, and to only trust myself and maybe my parents… because we are the only ones to know the best for me, and that’s what led me to a Championship on my second match. Do you think I couldn’t do it again in a heartbeat? Do you honestly think I would just lay down and sleep it off just because I was told I couldn’t? No. I am going to fight for it. I am going to tear down walls and crush rocks just for the sight of gold, and I am not going to hide under the skirt of my Factions to do it, unlike what Strong Style Wrestling is best known for. Isn’t that right, Vanessa? Are you not known for being that sad useless bag of air that is constantly at war against other factions in your seek for domination? I am sorry that my honesty is such an inconvenience for you, but at least I am not a scared little rat in the sewers who desperately attempts to act like a man. You consistently point fingers at me to state everything wrong with who I am, without looking in the mirror to see exactly what you should be pointing at for flaws. But it’s easier for you, isn’t it? You can’t have flaws big enough to point out if you’ve done nothing important to begin with. No one looks at you for mistakes if no one thinks you’re relevant enough to look at. And no matter how much you work for it, you will continue to be overshadowed by those who stand taller and are more capable of winning Gold, and do you want to know why you can never be one of those people? Because you, just like the rest of these women, are scrap. You have nothing to define you, nothing that would make the world see that there is a Vanessa Santiago who would wreak havoc against Odyssey in Madison Square Garden because only a handful of people would know who you are, and only a lesser few know what little you are capable of. You could continue to act the way you were wired, scrap, tell me that I have used my bloodline as the image I bring to the roaring crowd… But I was really wrong to do so? Did I ever give any misinformation and failed to deliver when I said I would? My blood is worth more than your entire career, scrap, and it is always comforting to know that even when my parents are not with me in the ring, they still fight with me as I use their maneuvers and strategy to push others away and push for my victory. I have the face and the wits of my mother, I have the endurance and bodily strength of my father. I will never deny that or fall under your feeble insults regarding them because I am simply proud of it. You can’t possibly say the same for yourself because you’re the type of sad bitter person who was never loved and pampered as a kid. I know deep within my heart that I am capable of making history as they did, hell, you watched it happen on your screen, and it’s inevitable that I do more as the fastest rising Goddess in Odyssey. So what’s stopping me from taking that next step as I eliminate all of your Strong Style Wrestling bitches in my reign of terror? You keep a confident face, it can only get you far, because look around you, scrap. You’re not exactly with a reliable team. You can only refer to how they have done against you, but you’ve never seen them outside of their comfort zones. Take Belle Kingsley for example, it’s like she doesn’t realize that she is in another world, separate from the soft cushion that SSW placed beneath her. She is used to having everything handed to her, Championship match after Championship match, and yet she trips and falls every single time she was expected to deliver. She is a clumsy little elf who lacks self-awareness and she doesn’t realize for a single second that we are fighting a survival match. I have met with so many headache-inducing prima donnas, but I have never seen anyone so clueless, and here Vanessa is believing in her heart of hearts that they have this match wrapped around their fingers. You should have stayed silent. You should have just let your work do the talking, but you simply couldn’t keep to yourselves because from the start you have made a mistake believing that we would be backed in the corner listening to your words and taking into value any opinion you have for the fact that my teammates don’t get along with me. Well, Newsflash. I hate Tyanna with a burning passion, but Odyssey is not divided in any way. Tyanna chose me to stand alongside her not because she didn’t have a choice, but because she knows it’s the right thing to do. Her righteousness is annoying, her being a goody-two-shoes is the most cringeworthy thing I have ever witnessed, but it’s the very attitude that would save Odyssey. And I am willing to work with these scraps because I know that in the end, this is a time well-spent when I carry our flag to victory. We can question one another’s trust, but at least we’re not questioning our strength because we are all more than capable of watching our backs and going for the attack. Can you say the same thing for your team? We are already unstoppable as individuals, imagine our dominance as a team.

This is a battle that I choose to fight in.

For one of many shining moments of my career.

For the brand of Odyssey (I guess)

And most importantly, for our dearest Brody.

Part One

"...you will still see a champion..."

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People have been telling me the same thing for a long time. Without this or that I’m nothing. It’s interesting how people will strip away the fabric of who you are and act like there’s something wrong with you when there’s not much left. It doesn’t matter how I got to OWA, it doesn’t matter if I had guidance, and in this match more than any other it’s ridiculous to try discredit someone for the fact that they owe something to others for how they got where they are. I say this knowing that not a single person in this match would be here without Brody Sparks. Some of us were inspired by her. Some of us were fortunate to share a locker room with her. But, all of us are here for the same reason, because we were touched and changed by her influence. I am The Protector of Beauty and through Brody Sparks I learned that there is beauty in power, in excellence, and ambition. Go ahead and remove my championship from my image. Forget about the fact that nobody has ever been able to beat me one on one. Take a look and see that Tomazeya isn’t here. I respect every woman in the world who can compete on the level of the women in this match. Whether they come from JET, LAW, SSW, or right here in OWA, we are the best of the best and I don’t want to stand out from that crowd because I have a belt or I know the right people, I want to show everyone that even among such talented company I am still the undeniable best. A mindset that I think every woman in this match should have and a quality I looked for in each woman I chose to join me in this battle.

Every woman on this team has proven what they are willing to do to rise to the top even when they are faced with insurmountable obstacles along the way. Sweet Roxy, despite our history, is one of the most impressive women in OWA’s short history. To prove myself worthy of being champion I had to go to war with Sweet Roxy and tear the title out from her grasp. Though I succeeded I was forced to go places that were never before demanded from me. I was tested and my worth of holding the most prized jewel a woman can hold on Odyssey was called into question. A question that wasn't easy to answer but I wouldn't be worthy of my championship if I didn't. Sweet Roxy may have been dethroned by me but she gave me a contest that not only raised the standards for competition in OWA but hushed a lot of critics who didn’t think I was deserving of being where I am now.

But I wasn’t the only challenge Sweet Roxy faced. She defended this championship before me and overcame another woman in an epic battle where her challenger was just barely defeated. That woman would then take the chip that match put on her shoulder and under pressure turn it into another title, Queen of the Ring. Azumi Goto is a woman who has had her ups and downs across her career but as long as I have shared a locker room with her I have never seen someone so resilient and dedicated to improving and proving that she deserves to be recognized as one of the best. There is no woman on our roster who I would rather have the privilege of defending my title against, so when she cashes in her Queen of the Ring I plan on still being at the top as I am now. But Azumi didn’t win that Queen of the Ring in the ladder match that was meant to decide who would first wear that crown. That woman was Savannah Sunshine.

I may be undefeated by the fact that I have never been pinned and I have never tapped out, but by technicality Savannah Sunshine was the first in OWA to ever beat me. She was the winner of the match to crown the first ever Queen of the Ring, reaching up and taking that ring as I laid on the outside. That moment motivated me and put a driving force in my stride towards greatness because I refused to find myself lying on the concrete while someone else has their hand raised ever again! Now Azumi Goto has taken that prize from Savannah and I believe in her ability to come back. I trust that after that defeat Savannah is determined to do anything and everything in her power to prove to everyone who is doubting her right now that with or without that ring she is not an underdog and she is more than deserving of the stage the eight of us will stand on in Madison Square Garden.

On paper every single one of these women is a star. The potential for “leaks” does not outweigh the potential every woman in this match has for going out there and tearing the house down. When I look at the women of Strong Style Wrestling I don’t feel intimidated, I don’t doubt myself, but what I do feel is respect.

Vanessa Santiago was one of the cornerstones of SSW from the very beginning. One of the founding members of the roster. You were one of the first names that SSW pushed as one of the reasons why they deserve to be treated with respect. Then you went to JET and built on your craft while still coming out here and wearing SSW as a badge of honor. Vanessa as a talent I can’t say enough how important your presence means to this business but as a competitor, with all due respect I can’t name a single accomplishment from you. I understand that in SSW there’s a lot of competition and hats off to Belle Kingsley for making her way to the top of the card there and challenging Jaydayne Pendragon for the Heavyweight Championship. But neither of you have much of a resume in this sport. Every woman on my team has at least one accomplishment that they can cite but it seems like the only woman on your team who can say that is your leader April Song.

That being said, April Song is possibly the most fitting woman to lead a team in this match because her most memorable accomplishment was holding the same belt that I remember for being held by Brody Sparks. Every time I think of Brody I think of her as the Specialists Champion. In my mind she is synonymous with that title. And that just so happens to be your crowning achievement as well, April. You were Brody’s peer. You have a legacy. You are willing to spill blood, sweat and tears to win a match and even if you don’t win you will make sure that whoever does win earns that victory through sacrifice and perseverance. Even though you are the only woman on your team with any notable accomplishments in the squared circle, I don’t doubt that just as members of my team are looking to prove why they deserve to be on this stage so are yours. With the amount of talent your three teammates have, their lack of accomplishments might not matter. Maybe they’re looking to come after a decorated team of stars and show their dominance over us to place their value above the worth of titles. Which is why I’m not going to take any of you lightly. Not Kikyo, not Vanessa, not Belle, and definitely not The April Song.

At Civil War, I am expecting a war. I am expecting to be taken to limits that I didn’t know I had, be expected to make sacrifices others wouldn’t, and put winning above everything else! Even if my team fails me and I have to face all four of you on my own, which I know I won’t, so long as I hold the OWA Women’s Championship and carry this division on my back, winning means more than anything else! It means more than comfort, more than rest, more than my breath! If April Song rips my arms out of their sockets I will get back up and fight. If she breaks my legs too I’ll use them to kick out no matter how badly it hurts to! I am willing to have to vacate my title because I abandoned self preservation for victory as a symbol of what representing this division means to me! As a symbol of what honor and respect for a legend means to me. I don’t care who you are or how much talent you might have, I am TyAnna Jupiter! When you take away my teacher, take away my title, and look at what you have left, you will still see a Champion who is determined to overcome all odds and defeat all challengers who step up to the plate. I am unpinned and I have never tapped out and that is because since the day I walked into this company I have been a Champion!

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