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Bad Boy Know
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 20th 2018, 5:32 pm by Bad Boy Know
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.
Scott Oasis
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 20th 2018, 2:45 pm by Scott Oasis
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.
Jacob Senn
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 20th 2018, 11:09 am by Jacob Senn
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.
Sweet Roxy
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 20th 2018, 3:36 am by Sweet Roxy
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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.
Gareth Cason
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 20th 2018, 2:24 am by Gareth Cason
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*
kennydrake
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 20th 2018, 2:08 am by kennydrake
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
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Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 19th 2018, 11:59 pm by "The Golden Voice"
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.
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Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 19th 2018, 11:33 pm by "The Golden Voice"
(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.]
Kai Stevens
Chapter Ten, Part Two: Welcome Home
Post October 19th 2018, 8:20 pm by Kai Stevens
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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.
Natasha Night
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 19th 2018, 2:33 pm by Natasha Night
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?
Layne Kurobane
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 19th 2018, 2:17 pm by Layne Kurobane
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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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Fear! Intimidation! While it may very well make others falter in their path, it only serves as motivation for Layne Kurobane! He pushes forward - marching towards this Civil War among two entities that fight for dominance! The blood he poured has dried up! His wounds have begun to heal! His adrenaline pumps through his veins and carries him onwards towards the next challenge! Two Worlds will collide, but only one can prove they are superior! The gold around his waist glimmers with hope! A hope that he clings to! He has opened pandora’s box and let out all of the burdens that come with being a Champion, but he has grasped hope and refuses to let it go! The target on his back grows bigger with every passing day, but he does not let it be the end of him! He continues his journey! He fights through the pain! He endures the challenges! He has more to conquer!!!


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Stark
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post 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.



The Apparition
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 19th 2018, 7:56 am by The Apparition
Thursday 18th 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 5th 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.
Jonetta Stone
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 19th 2018, 1:02 am by Jonetta Stone
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
Kai Stevens
Chapter Ten: Empire State of Mind
Post October 19th 2018, 12:23 am by Kai Stevens
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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.












Dulce Torres
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 18th 2018, 10:16 pm by Dulce Torres
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.
Sweet Roxy
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post 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.
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Post 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!
Dulce Torres
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 17th 2018, 10:38 pm by Dulce Torres
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.
Natasha Night
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 17th 2018, 5:17 pm by Natasha Night
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.
DiVa
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 17th 2018, 5:06 pm by DiVa
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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.)
DiVa
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 17th 2018, 5:02 pm by DiVa
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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
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 17th 2018, 2:17 pm by Nate Cage
[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.
 
[STATIC]
Sweet Roxy
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 17th 2018, 3:09 am by Sweet Roxy
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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.
Bad Boy Know
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 17th 2018, 12:41 am by Bad Boy Know
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!
Layne Kurobane
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 16th 2018, 2:02 pm by Layne Kurobane
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Silence! That is the only sound that fills the air in the aftermath of this war! A deep, guttural silence lingers among Layne Kurobane as he has gone the distance! He has reached out with all of his might, and pulled victory from the jaws of defeat! A monster slain - his massive presence evaporates before the eyes of those who witnessed it! Within a steel Hell, the World watched a stray dog with the odds stacked against him fight to his very last breath and become more than he had been before he stepped between those ropes! Before he had ever been here before! Before he had ever stepped onto the soil of the Omega Wrestling Alliance! With blood on his hands and his body nearly damaged beyond repair, he stands! He stands as a Champion! He stands among the people that his adversary once laid claim to! He stands!

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Words...

Words would only devalue all of this. I could never hope to put this into words.

I have to move on and go forward, and in my way is a man named Kai Stevens at Civil War, but I think I know deep down that I’m not coming at him the same man I was when I stepped inside the ring with Monolith. I think I left a piece of myself behind in that match - well, beyond the pieces of flesh probably still hanging on the barbed wire. There’s no doubt in my mind that that was the greatest challenge of my life, let alone my career, but here I am. It wasn’t pretty, but here I am. I’m barely able to stand, but I’m standing all the same. And there’s something in me that doesn’t even feel fazed at being sent into another huge challenge only a week removed from all of this. It’s like it came naturally in all honesty. Like I just finished writing a chapter of my life, and it’s time to tell a new story, and live in a new World. One where Monolith is perpetually trapped back on Kingdom inside of that cage, and one where Layne Kurobane is your new Spartan Champion.

And make no mistake about it, I intend to prove that I’m worthy of the name “Spartan”.

Ripping my body apart and nearly ending my life, let alone my career inside that match was only just the spark that’s gonna ignite this fire. One that’s burning its way towards you, Kai. One that put this company on notice, but one I hope you watched carefully. I hope you watched me burn bright out there, and I hope that you weren’t there just to be a spectator. There’s plenty of people already marking me off come Civil War because of what I just went through, and I can’t say I blame any of them. There’s nothing to hide here - what you all saw is exactly what you saw. I didn’t leave the ring with a trick still up my sleeve. You witnessed me put literally everything I had and more on the line just to beat Monolith in Philadelphia. You witnessed him beat me and batter me until I could barely move. You saw me bleed, and you saw the light nearly die in my eyes. I hope you watched that and learned from it, Kai, because if you looked away for even a second, then I fear for what’s to come for you. I fear that all of this hype you’ve generated outside of OWA and in Strong Style Wrestling is gonna do nothing but provide a mudslide to send you crashing back down to the bottom of the barrel if you can’t deliver when it matters most. Just like it did when you tried to stop me here in this company. I don’t know if you’ve got a chip on your shoulder since then, but you should. Don’t be too proud to be competitive and want to be someone who got the better of you, because if I had made that mistake, I’d be a crumpled up mess in a hospital somewhere in Philadelphia right now, without a Championship to speak of or even a career to move on with. I hope you watched and thought of every single little thing about me to exploit, because that’s what you’re gonna need. You’re gonna need absolutely everything you can get.

Don’t insult me like all these reporters have.

Don’t insinuate that the game has changed because of the brutal match I just went through on Kingdom. 7 days or 7 years - it doesn’t matter to me. I took a beating unlike any other, sure, but that hasn’t stopped the adrenaline running through my body for even a single Goddamn second. If there’s a moment I crash, I promise you that it won’t come until I leave you in that ring just like I did to Monolith. If I weren’t able to keep standing and keep fighting, then right now I have no doubt in my mind that it would be you standing here. Maybe you wouldn’t have to worry about any match at Civil War as the reigning Champion of both companies, or maybe you would have failed on your first attempt to bring him down just like I did, and you’d be chomping at the bit for your second shot at him. Whatever the case, if I didn’t have it in me to keep going, I couldn’t have beat you and four others at Vindication to get just one more shot at him. Maybe that eats away at you, and maybe it’s all the motivation you need to prove something to both companies and everyone around the World that’s gonna be watching with the spotlight on you. This goes beyond some “Champion versus Champion” contest. I think we both know that. I think you have plenty riding on this, so I expect nothing less than you bringing absolutely EVERYTHING in your arsenal come that time. Don’t worry yourself about what condition I’m in though. Don’t even for a Goddamn second underestimate me now, Kai. Not after I’ve put you away twice. Not after I’ve claimed my territory here, in the only place that matters to me. The only home I’ve ever truly known. A home that I will stay in and fight for! A home that I will continue to rise up within! If you want to exploit the damage done to me, then so be it, but you saw what I was capable of with my back against the wall! Stray dog or not, I fight until there’s nothing left of me, and I will sink my teeth into you if you let your guard down just once! That’s all it takes, Kai! Just one mistake!

That’s all it took for Monolith too.

But he’s dead and gone now. That chapter closed. I don’t intend to let you write what comes next.

I’ve got the right to stand in the ring with you come Civil War after taking this Spartan Championship with everything I had, and I’m gonna make the most out of it, regardless of what shape I’m in. Regardless of what shape you’re in. Regardless of any factors beyond sheer ability and will. So many people told me I didn’t belong here. So many told me to give up and try my luck elsewhere, like Strong Style Wrestling - a place “more fitting”. I proved they were wrong. And I’ll do it again. Because if you’re the best Strong Style Wrestling has to offer, then that’s more than enough for me. I’ll take the best they have, and I’ll beat the best they have, and I’ll remind everyone again that I belong here, and that this Spartan Championship is going absolutely nowhere. I don’t want to rest. Not for a second. This has only just begun for me, and I’m not letting it slip away. Come Civil War, I’m coming at you with everything I’ve got. I’ve toppled giants before, and I won’t hesitate to do it again by putting you down and the rest of the company you lead behind you.

Go for broke.

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He stands victorious! Yet, it is not enough! It has never been enough! Standing in one place leaves Layne Kurobane unsatisfied! His thirst for glory and competition becomes only more unsatiated without his greatest enemy as he seeks to find a new one! He moves! He marches on towards his next challenge! Through the fire and through the flames of this war, he marches towards his new challenge, long before the blood upon his body has coagulated! Long before he has healed! Layne’s addiction has only strengthened as he rolls the dice in this newfound gamble! He puts it all on the line once more! He risks it all!!!


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Aria Jaxon
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 16th 2018, 1:13 pm by Aria Jaxon
I.

It’s a crisp fall morning in New York City. The City That Never Sleeps, true to its name, is teeming with life in these early hours as people pour out onto the streets and get their day started. Inside One World Trade Center, Aria Jaxon is tucked away somewhere backstage in the studios of the local CBS affiliate, getting ready to eventually go on air and promote the upcoming spectacle known as Civil War. She’s a practiced hand at this, sitting still in front of a lit vanity as one woman takes a curling iron to her waist-length purple hair and another applies eyeshadow to the lids of her closed eyes.

“People have short fucking memories,” Aria remarks, her tone of voice flat and her eyes remaining closed. “Things have changed a lot in the last number of months. I, of all people, should know that. And while the things that happened this past spring -- the shit that led to me chucking up the deuces and leaving my former employer -- sometimes feel like a lifetime ago, the reality is that...yeah, it was only the springtime. March, if I’m really tryna get specific. How quickly people forget that I needed somewhere else to go.”

The makeup artist finishes the task of applying eyeshadow and places her brush on the tabletop. As she shuffles around for her next tool, Aria finally opens her eyes and grabs her phone from the vanity, unlocking it and clicking around for a couple of seconds before pulling up a picture of herself from months back -- hot pink-haired, smiling from ear-to-ear, and triumphantly holding overhead a world championship that she’d held for nine months.

“I was unhappy. I hated the idea that, somehow, as a fucking adult, I didn’t have autonomy over my own career anymore. I didn’t like being told where to go, what to do, and how to do it. I reached my tipping point, knowing full well that my circumstances would never dictate how successful I could be, because I’m a once in a lifetime talent who’s gonna triumph anywhere I go. And it wasn’t as if I didn’t have options. You’re looking at someone who spent a few years getting my mainstream drawing power up. Acting roles, modeling gigs, and other opportunities would’ve been one hell of a fallback, but I wasn’t sitting there thinking that those things were all that was left for me. I’m a wrestler first and foremost. I wanted to make history in another wrestling company, and when I slammed one door behind me, Strong Style Wrestling was right there. A week after leaving my previous employer, I became the inaugural Puroresu Heavyweight Champion, and my legend’s only grown since then.”

The hair stylist parts Aria’s hair in a way that causes an errant lock of hair to fall down between her eyes. She blows it out of her face before continuing.

“Folks get shit twisted. They look at the things I’ve said to my opponents in SSW and the way I carried myself and think for sure that I could never love that place the way I say do. I believe it wholeheartedly when I say I’m the best wrestler on God’s green earth, and I want the best for the company that was the first to give me refuge. Why wouldn’t I wanna shape it in my image? Why wouldn’t I want the most capable leader and champion at the helm of that promotion? By that same token, people are dense if they think I don’t care about OWA. For those that missed it, I was one of this place’s earliest investors. I sank my money into this promotion because I believed in its potential. And Civil War didn’t creep up on me, either. It’s been on the calendar for months. We all knew it was coming, and all of us with dual contracts knew we’d be caught in an interesting predicament if we wound up having to choose sides. No matter what I did, people were gonna be in their feelings. Check the disappointed look on Vernon’s face, Oasis’ clenched jaw, or the dozens of ways OWA loyalists have posed the question of “Why, Aria? Why?” The salt was gonna flow either way. I just couldn’t bring myself to care.”

The tail-end of the statement is punctuated by a shrug, and Aria chuckles to herself.

“In any other situation, I don’t know that I could see myself linking up with the people that I have, but that’s just it -- this is a one-of-a-kind set of circumstances. One so unique that Stark himself brought his ass outta the Bonsai Garden for the express purpose of throwing hands with Team OWA. I kinda respect it, and I’m sort of obligated to tip my metaphorical hat to someone who evidently wasn’t too cross-faded to straight up acknowledge how good I am and the effect that my existence has on people. He’s poured more of himself into SSW than even someone like me, and I respect that. He made the leap before many of us and stepped into uncharted territory. A legendary move, if you ask me.”

She reaches out and grabs a Starbucks cup (we’re staying on brand here) from the vanity. Aria cradles it in her hands for a couple moments, taking advantage of the warmth before bringing the cup to her lips and taking a sip.

“TCC or not, I can appreciate André Virgo’s approach to some things. He’s flashy and unmoved by the irrelevant opinions of the people who doubt him. A man after my own heart. He’s had the Jr. Heavyweight Championship in a chokehold for a long time now, and that doesn’t happen by accident, so Senn snatching him up was a smart move and I can’t debate that. He’s definitely a more credible champion than that Shoot Nation scrub who caught a lucky break against me.”

Aria taps a row of manicured black acrylic nails against the side of her cup, pondering what to say next.

“Speaking of Shoot Nation...I guess I’m teaming with The Apparition? Hell might’ve just frozen over. Us being on the same side really is representative of the “one night only” aspect being played up. For this little bit of time, we’re on the same side, and regardless of the fact that we lead two factions who are locked in a seemingly-permanent blood feud with each other, this match is -- one more time for the people in the back -- about competition. I like to win, so I’m not doing anything to jeopardize that. You don’t gotta worry about me kicking your head off when we’ve got a common goal. How the mystery man fits into all this remains to be seen, but I don’t see a weak link being inserted into our collective chain, so victory remains a foregone thing for us.”

Her eyes follow the makeup artist as she moves to begin filling in Aria’s eyebrows.

“When this is all over, I’m gonna go back to doing what I’ve been doing. Working for both companies, flying back and forth, winning match after match, and why’s that? Because nobody’s gonna tell me I can’t. And if people are too immature or narrow-minded -- looking at your fake edgy ass, Judas -- to understand that concept, then I don’t know what to tell you. People think this is about bad blood? Wake the fuck up. SSW and OWA have never hated each other. Look at all the people floating back and forth between the two. This is about competition. People want bragging rights. This is one of the few nights where the two companies knuckle up against each other, and then, they go right back to existing side-by-side. So please, spare me the lectures and all the doom and gloom talk about how temporarily siding with one instead of the other is gonna curse me forever. It’s not my fault you’re too brain-dead to understand how the business model works.”

Aria scoffs, though she’s noticeably unable to roll her eyes given where the makeup artist is applying mascara right now.

“That song “Wherever I May Roam”, or whatever? Metallica, I think? Incarnation 75 of Judas, you’re new to this. You’re new to me, but allow me to relate my recent history to the title of that song. Wherever I go, I run shit. Wherever I go, I waste absolutely zero time making people see that I’m more than able to back up everything I’ve said and that I’m even better than the hype insisted. Why do you think Vernon was so deep in his feelings and doing everything he could to convince me not to eventually make the choice I made? Why do you think Senn pushed his personal issues with me aside to gladly accept me into the ranks of Team SSW? Because I’m a walking spoiler alert. The team with me is the winning team, and that’s what it’s about for me. Winning. I’m not making this any deeper than it needs to be. I laid out the feelings and the thought process that led to me choosing the side that I did, but once that was over and done with, I completely understood that this was all about competition. It’s adorable how you wanna focus on bloodshed and all this other spooky shit. You’re taking that Enforcer thing pretty damn serious. Nobody is gonna make me regret the choice I’ve made, least of all you. I made my decision guilt-free, and ultimately, it’s gonna go over consequence-free, too, because outside the scope of this match, NOBODY IS GONNA DO SHIT TO ME.”

Aria allows herself to laugh as the makeup artist steps off to the side for a second. She appraises the work done on her eyebrows before the woman moves back in to apply contour powder and blush.

“I’ve been able to sit back and witness a couple different incarnations of Judas, and I alone have amounted to more than all of them put together. That’s what’s so funny about you saying that SSW is about to breathe its final breath. If anyone would know anything about fading away, it would be a clown carrying the Judas mantle, right? The kind of men who slink back into the shadows and pass the mask off to someone else when the outcome of a match or two doesn’t go their way? You can sit here and tell me you’re made of the same brutal stock as the man who betrayed Jesus himself, but that’s not what I see. I see a grown ass man playing dress up. You’ve already talked up a big game here and started making promises you can’t keep, talking about graves that you can’t dig. When the team you’re on holds an L, I gotta wonder, will this be the last we see of you? Will you end up tucking your head in shame and passing your name off to another in a long line of drones? We’ll have to wait and see. In the meantime, get it through your head that nobody is tryna take your “playground” from you. The act of contrition that’s pissed you off so bad never even existed, but since it’s got your blood boiling enough to wanna go to war, the rest of Team SSW and I have no problem meeting you and your boys on the front line.”

The makeup artist now pulls another brush out of her kit, applying highlighter to Aria’s face as the hair stylist wraps another lock of hair around the barrel of her curling iron.

“Let’s see, you got Jeff X and CASPIAN, and I already beat both of them. Scott Oasis was one of the men I called out my first night on Kingdom, so being afraid of him was never gonna be a factor. Hades actually used to be somebody when I was in high school. And of course, there’s you, Judas. But please, tell me again how I’m looking at the lineup of men who are about to personally acquaint me with the most painful defeat of my career. Y’all just happen to be the opponents placed in front of me on this cute little company vs. company detour I’m taking. I’ve waited a long time to be able to cross a War Games match off my career bucket list, and it’s nice to already know I can pencil in that W, too. What’s sad is that you’ll deny that because we’re...supposedly in your wheelhouse? What, have you made a career out of competing in War Games? Do you have actual meaningful experience here? I didn’t think so? Honestly, with my past of Elimination Chambers, Extreme Tag Team Warfare, Street Fights, and Falls Count Anywhere, one could venture to say I’m better cut out for this than you are. But nah, tell me more about how this is your home and spin some more catchphrases centered around your love of chaos and pain.”

She rolls her eyes so hard that they might get stuck.

“I’ve met more capable wrestlers who all promised they’d behead The Queen and have her head on a pike in the middle of the town square, but I’m still here, aren’t I? When it’s all over, Judas, you’ll be a liar just like the rest. The biggest lie you’ve told is that Civil War is the juncture where SSW meets its end at the hands of junior varsity team you’re on. Lucky me, losing isn’t necessarily something I’ll have to worry about. It feels nice to be on the winning team.”

Aria smiles warmly, bringing her Starbucks cup to her lips again. The makeup artist and hairdresser continue moving around like the busy bees they are, continuing on with their task of making her up as we fade to black.
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Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 16th 2018, 12:32 am by Guest
Men, women, young and old… they’ve all tried to stop me. They’ve all tried to stand in the way of my goals and some even tried to ally themselves with me but ultimately they all failed. My journey is never ending and it is one that I take alone for the soul purpose of becoming the most dominant and vicious monster that I can possibly be. You see, the monsters aren’t hiding under your bed or in your closet or outside your window… they’re walking around with all of you right now. When you go to your nine-to-five job and see two men talking at the water cooler, one of them could very well be a monster. When you’re out with your friends on that regular Friday night and go to order a drink from the bartender... you could very well be speaking to a monster. Everywhere that we go we’re surrounded by monsters and refuse to acknowledge it. There are men and women who have gone to prison for brutally beating their neighbors and murdering their enemies in cold blood but when you’re none the wiser to who someone is you block out those thoughts. I may not have done the same unjust things as they have but the message I give to all of you is that right now, in this very moment, you could be sat next to a monster and if you are then they’re capable of terrible, terrible things.

Just look at me. Look at the carnage that I’ve caused in my short stint her in OWA and see for yourself what a true monster can do. The only thing separating me from the people who find themselves locked up is that I understand that the world should have boundaries. That is why I brought myself to professional wrestling. When the bell rings and the match begins you are free to attack your opponent with your own body by any means necessary. While there are still certain rules and regulations I am practically free to bloody and batter my opponent as much as I like so long as they’re still able to stand under their own free will. What isn’t there to love when you get pleasure from causing others pain? And cause pain I will when Civil War comes and I get to demolish five fresh new faces. All five of my opponents this Saturday will be competitors that I’ve yet to share a ring with but I guarantee that this War Games match will be an experience no one will be able to forget.

Even with my varying knowledge of them all leading into this match, I’m sure my temporary allies will agree that despite not having any formal history as a unit  we will not allow that to stop OWA from putting down the dying dog known as Strong Style Wrestling. My reputation as a treacherous and unreliable partner is thrown to the wayside for one night only as I know how much this victory is needed to cement OWA’s dominance. Having my name listed as one of the competitors who brought said victory to our side will no doubt create more chances for me to continue my reign of terror on those who dare stand in my way and that is not something I would so easily pass up in exchange for a cheap betrayal of my partners. The man who’s name I bear didn’t betray Jesus for nothing, you must remember that. Judas did what he had to do for his own gain and was rewarded for doing what his superiors believed was right. He may be seen as simply a traitor, perhaps even a monster like myself, but his actions weren’t without cause. Right now my cause is victory and if I have to steamroll my way through every single member of SSW in order to achieve that then you can rest assured that I’ll do exactly that.

But before we get to the fighting, how about some talking first? I’d like that. I’d like to talk to all of my opponents individually so they can all know the mistake that they’ve made by challenging OWA.

We’ll start with the man who naturally just couldn’t wait to open his mouth: Stark.

Your pitiful attempts to belittle who I am and get under my skin are downright embarrassing. Perhaps if they came from a worthy adversary --one with the credentials to justify even considering claiming what you’ve dared say to me-- then I would take them with more than a grain of salt but no, instead it comes from a poor excuse of a man who’s most remembered not for his bitter rivalry with Jacob Senn, not for building up Strong Style Wrestling but for dressing up in a mask and cape, playing pretend superhero and talking about his love for marijuana. In spite of this you still act as though there is an air of respect surrounding your name when in actuality you have always appeared as nothing more than amateurish and in over your head. Like it or not, Stark, the only person who’s ever been considered the butt of the joke is you. You talk of how much you’ve accomplished and yet no one seems to care, meanwhile I’ve struck fear into my enemies on Olympus and made them fear even stepping in the ring with me. I’ve been in OWA for two months and already left a trail of blood and bones in my wake… because that’s what I do. I don’t look to gain championship gold or respect. When I step into the squared circle it’s about fighting, beating my opponents down and breaking them.

I create chaos.

And then I control it.

Your opinions on the previous incarnations of my moniker bear little weight because, as hard as it may be for you to understand, they’re not me. If you are going to use straw man arguments to sound like you the edge I wouldn’t veil them so thinly. When push came to shove they fell but I won’t. It’s that simple. Your mentioning of Matt Miles, however, does intrigue me. I had no intention of mentioning that man’s name and yet here you are telling everyone about how he’s defeated you “a few times”. Why would that be something I would care for, Stark? It frankly makes no sense to me that you’d believe I would need to use such trivial information. What my predecessor did without his mask couldn’t be less relevant to this Civil War match so the only reasonable motive for you to bring it to my attention is that you’re simply projecting your insecurities. It sounds to me like you’re already inside your own head if you’re having to bring up year old history. Do those defeats upset you, Stark? Do you believe you should have won or are you simply bitter that a man you’ve branded as a joke still has that to hold over you? Maybe you should move on if it bothers you that much. I’m sure you think about it much more than he does and certainly much, much more than I do. The only times when I think of Matt Miles I think of when he was worthy of my name and collected the legs of his victims, annihilating the Pizza Boy in their National Elite Championship match and lasting over an hour in the Grand Rampage. What he was before and after that period isn’t a factor. The only factor that matters to me is living up to the bar that I continue to raise for myself and raising it even more. Civil War is a perfect opportunity to do that and I’ll have no issue running through you, Stark, if that’s what is needed of me.

I’ve made it clear that I’m no one’s lackey. My role as the enforcer of Olympus is simply an opportunity for Roy Rivers and myself to both get what we want. It was an opportunity given to me that I could have easily declined but I took it knowing that the pros would heavily outweigh any and all cons. That includes being called someone’s “bitch”. It doesn’t shock me in the slightest that that was the best you could come up with.

Stark, you’ve shown your hand rather easily. You’ve told me all that I need to know about you in such a short period. You’re brash, overconfident and lack any kind of finesse. Exploiting the chinks in your armor will be very enjoyable. You’re all smoke and mirrors when it comes right down to it and you’re getting very close to stepping out of the fog and into the fire.

Speaking of fire, we have the Phantom Queen herself. It sure did show a lot of fire to side with Strong Style Wrestling instead of Omega… and it showed a lot of stupidity too. While I of course understand that there is some amount of loyalty to the place where you were just recently the world champion I can’t help but think that your motivations for choosing the limp horse that is SSW over the racing stallion of OWA weren’t well thought out. What does siding with SSW accomplish for you, Aria? In the hypothetical world where your team leaves with their arms raised, what’s next? In only a matter of months there’ll be no Strong Style left to favor you anymore and you’ll have everyone in Omega watching and waiting to stab you in the back for your decision. Forgive me if I’m wrong but I can’t think that that’s what you truly want. You’re a woman who craves material success and demands the respect of her peers and yet these recent actions seemingly prove entirely counterproductive. You’re doing yourself an incredible discredit and I can’t say that I’m sorry for you because it was your decision to walk right up to Vernon Tressler and tell him that you’re now the enemy. That’s on you and no one else. You’ve backed yourself into a corner and created a near infinite amount of negative outcomes with only one positive and that positive can only come to fruition if team SSW is successful. Even then your world will have changed for the worse here in the land of Omega. You’ll still have to worry about the talking behind your back and the attempts to take you out for “turning your back”.

I personally have no issue with what you’ve done either way and am simply making an observation. I just think that you’ve been quite foolish in your decision-making and that it’s something to ponder. Perhaps you already have. Perhaps, in light of the situation you currently find yourself in, you’re already regretting choosing the side that you did and that’s eating away at you. Then again, perhaps not. I doubt anyone truly knows, even you. You’ve yet to prove your convictions and until then we’ll all just have to wait and see if we’re getting the strong, intelligent Phantom Queen or if little miss Jaxon has this time bitten off more than she can chew.

Should it be the latter, then, well… it appears the Queen has already been acquainted with her majesty’s executioner.

Alas, I must bring my attention to André Virgo. The current Junior Heavyweight Champion who while I may not know personally, I have come to have some amount of respect for. In a world where people are afraid to be who they are, you and I are not too unalike, André. You could say that we’re like yin and yang, two sides of the same coin… the metaphors go on and on. While you see the inner beauty in yourself and look to other people to do the same, I see the monster and look for the same in others. While you spend time chasing material wealth and accomplishment you look across to me and see the polar opposite. You may not be able to see it now but when you and I come face to face it’ll be as though you’re looking into a distorted and broken reflection of yourself. A twisted tale of beauty and the beast is what we’ll be. We could be destined to cross paths here at Civil War and that could only be the beginning. Wouldn’t that be something? You and I continuing to cross paths until eventually one of us is able to bend the other to their will? Regardless of the outcome, there’s no doubt it will be a wonder to see light and dark clash in such an epic arena. That light and dark is you and I, André, and I’m going to be keeping my eyes on you for the foreseeable future.

Then we have The Apparition...

Spooky.

No matter who your fifth man is, OWA is coming out on top and it will be in thanks to myself, Caspian, Jeff X, Hades and Scott Oasis. Omega Wrestling Alliance is my playground and I’m not about to let anyone try to take that away from me. Not Stark, not Aria Jaxon, not André Virgo or The Apparition or anyone else. Defeat is not an option for me and it never will be, especially when War Games comes. This is the ultimate environment for chaos and catastrophe. This is where I strive.

Strong Style Wrestling is going to die and on it’s gravestone will read “Destroyed at War Games at the hands of Judas.”

That’s not a threat.

It’s simply a reality check.
Zumi
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 15th 2018, 11:07 pm by Zumi
Civil War #1

“She was perfect if you ever wanted to be inspired by someone’s will and drive to be the best I would say look at Brody Sparks. The way she carried herself was something to really behold. If you enjoy women’s wrestling and never have seen Brody Sparks compete, turn off this video and see what made her one of the biggest influences for all who knew her.”

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As Strong Style Wrestling and Omega Wrestling Alliance go to war, the women of the promotion are given the opportunity to honor the memory of Brody Sparks. I feel truly honored to be one of the four women who will represent OWA in this match. The chance to pay tribute to one of the greats is something that only comes a few times in our lifetime and I will do everything to bring OWA the victory. I’m pretty sure my partners think the same as well. This is a pretty big match, to be honest. Credit goes to Strong Style Wrestling, they have brought a pretty amazing team. I know Vanessa Santiago really well thanks to JET and April Song is someone I have faced multiple times thanks to our past in a certain promotion. But it doesn’t mean I haven’t gotten a chance to watch Belle Kingsley and Kikyo compete, more like I’m intrigued by their current run in SSW. All four women are talented, it’s not hard to see why SSW has all of them on their roster. Each of them on their own would an amazing representation of the women in that promotion and all four of them together even with the boundaries of being in the SSW factions, this will be an amazing test for me against a different breed of female competitors than the ones we’ve got on Odyssey. I guess I should start talking about them huh? First, the two who have already spoken.

Vanessa Santiago has mad levels of potential but I guess all of you probably knew that. When I first took over as an owner of JET, I knew the list of talent to be scouted and you were 100 percent on that list, Vanessa. Right at the top because I needed someone who was not only talented but showed the ability to want to grow into one of the best. Now a solid amount of time is spent in Japan, JET is doing really thanks to the influx of talent like yourself and many others. I think my decision to sign you paid off?  Either way, I’m excited to face you in the ring. There’s so much talk about your talent and ability to steal the show, I kind of have to see it for myself in that ring. I’ll say it your career is going in a great direction, a lot of great things for you in the future. Now that I’ve said all the good things, let’s talk about this match. You represent the potential future of women’s wrestling and you should be proud of that. Along with many other women will probably guide women’s wrestling to a much bigger platform than what it is right now. I have that much faith in the next generation of talent but till the day I feel like I can truly hand over this industry to you and countless others, I plan to lead right from the front. So you definitely will see the Vanguard on Sunday because I don’t think you should expect anything else at this point in my career, Vanessa.

I’m glad you’re on the team, I would definitely say that the addition of Belle Kingsley is something I was expecting. I watched Event Horizon in its entirety and the one thing I was super excited for was that main event. Nothing Jaydayne, he’s one hell of a competitor but the real star of the show was you, Belle. Going to be straight up honest, you really were the star that night. You took the SSW Heavyweight Champ to his limit and now you’re representing Team SSW in a massive match like this. You’ve definitely risen to become one of Shoot Nation’s most important members. I think there’s still a long road for you, this is me speaking. I feel like before you truly hit your stride, there might be a lot of obstacle in front of you. This is coming from someone who has been through one of the longest journeys on the road towards success. Just keep the showing the heart that you showed during Event Horizon and you’ll be on the right track straight to the top. I keep that in the back of my mind, I want to see every bit of heart you have when we clash, it’s going to make those whole tag match much more interesting.

I’ll talk about both of your partners when they decide to show up and say something, till then let’s break down this match and what it means. Not just my partners but my opponents as well, I see all of you leading Women’s Wrestling world for years and maybe to a greater height than where it is currently. They have heart and drive but it doesn’t match up to mine yet. This is the result of never willing to give up and let others use you as a step in their climb. I guess all the fighting spirit stuff comes naturally to me, being you know… Japanese and all. It kind of runs in my blood to never quit and keep fighting hard no matter what challenge is in front of me. No matter how talent all four members of Team Strong Style Wrestling is, they won’t be able to defeat us. This is The Vanguard telling you all this, I will burn you all down with my fighting spirit. SSW may have taught you four, how to kick hard but it hasn’t taught you the real essence of true strong style. The real fighting spirit that comes from the art of strong style, I guess I’ll show it in full force at Civil War.
Christopher Sabertooth
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 15th 2018, 9:36 pm by Christopher Sabertooth
ETERNAL FLAME


The scene begins in a dark room with a solo light source swinging from the ceiling. As it swings over the room, we see a table and a chair. The table only has a ashtray on it. The camera pans out to show a figure standing in the shadows. The camera slowly moves towards it and we start seeing smoke emerge from the shadows. The figure steps up to the chair and see Christopher Sabertooth smoking a Cigar.


“Cuban… Hoyo de Monterrey Epicure... Reserva Cosecha. A fine Cigar indeed.” Said Chris as he ashes the cigar before taking another puff.


“Cubans definitely make the best Cigar. All these fine things that I have gotten accustomed to over the years being a businessman, a successful one at that, has spoilt my taste. It’s a lifestyle that I worked really hard for.... Having taste in things of such brilliance comes at a hefty price… A price I am willing to pay. Like Gold… We all appreciate the beauty of the Noble metal. That’s all I have been thinking about ever since I returned to Pro-wrestling. Proving my doubters wrong was just step one. The only reason I am back is to have Gold around my waist. Though…. This is not the first time I have had a chance for quenching my thirst for Gold. But this time it is different…. This time, it’s ONE on ONE. This time, my doubters would agree, I won’t have anybody else to blame, for not walking out with a title. Winning gold comes at a price as well! But... let’s go back to the simpler times...I remember the days where I barely even had food on the table. After I ‘disappointed’ my father by not fulfilling HIS dreams that he had penned down for me. He always thought I’d make a great wrestler. An Olympian…. But that wasn’t my dream. Not that I don’t want to represent my country at the highest level possible. No! I was just hooked ever since I saw professional wrestling as a kid. But that’s a story that’s already been told. I don’t want to delve further down my traumatic past JUST to prove my point to my opponent.” Said Chris as he takes a long puff of his Cigar. He admires the Cigar as he exhales out the smoke before continuing.


“Now, you maybe wondering why am I here, all alone... smoking a Cigar, in a dark room. What is the meaning of all of this? There’s one aspect of the story I never talked about. WHY? Why was Havoc even born in the first place? The demons of my past haunted me but that wasn’t the only reason why I turned to the darkness. No…. I seeked power. I have had a fair share of success before. But, it wasn’t enough. I felt like I could do so much more and when I got the chance to prove that… I FAILED! I trained my ass off! I put in all I had… BUT I FAILED AGAIN! And it was the last straw that broke the camel’s back. And my demons…. They gave me a way out. I chose to become Havoc. I chose to lose every friendship, every relationship to get what I wanted. Dying my hair and painting my face was just the physical changes. But I knew that wasn’t going to be enough. I didn’t change my identity to make the exact same mistakes again, expecting a different result. NO! I knew I had to change everything about me. I changed my thought process. I changed my outlook to life. I forgot my prior self and gave birth to an IDEA!!! See… That’s where people confuse the changes that I brought to myself, as an act of insanity. BUT IT’S NOT! You see…. Havoc wasn’t a voice in my head. Havoc was an IDEA! An idea for a change. And that change was EXACTLY what I needed because I became unstoppable. I said I didn’t feel pain when EVERY CHAIR SHOT TO THE HEAD…. THE BARBED WIRE BATS PIERCING THROUGH MY SKIN PEELING OUT WHATEVER THAT REMAINED.. I FELT EVERY BIT OF IT. But the idea of Havoc not feeling pain gave me the strength to keep moving forward. I ignored my pain… I ignored the hardship. Heck, I became a god damn cult leader. That’s wasn’t my intention initially. But people saw me… They saw me battle my inner demons. They saw me embrace the darkness…. And they saw me DELIVER the results! I craved for Gold and as Havoc I got it all! Nobody could beat me. I never got pinned or submitted. I was no longer a failure!! And that’s what drew the people in. It wasn’t me trying to be preachy…. No. It was just me realizing my potential and finally becoming what I was supposed to be. A CHAMPION. Yeah… I got carried away with it. I did start losing my mind when I lost sight to the goal I had set for myself. Havoc was supposed to lead my down to the path of redemption and glory but I had gotten that! But I kept going on... I was enjoying the power I held over these people. It was this that corrupted my mind. It was this that made me leave my only passion in life three years ago. People thought I went crazy and they had every right to believe it. Havoc didn’t have a moral code. As Havoc, I could do anything I wanted and nobody would ever blame Christopher Sabertooth. ” Said Chris. He closes his eyes and is seen lost in thought. Then a smirk takes over his face as he slowly opens his eyes taking another puff of his Cigar.


“When I step foot into OWA again… I knew what I had to do. I incorporated Havoc into my name… Something I didn’t do before. Not to pay homage to my former glory days. No… As Havoc I achieved everything I ever wanted to. So, I no longer needed Havoc to realize my dreams. Christopher Sabertooth was ‘born’ again!! Havoc was the fuel to the fire! It was the necessary evil. I became Havoc so that I could become what I am today. I am yet to be pinned or submitted. Just like Havoc was! But there’s one thing different. Havoc had all the gold he ever wanted. But that has eluded me so far. NOT ANYMORE! Gareth Cason is no doubt a talented man. I’ll be a fool to underestimate his abilities in that ring. And I don’t doubt that I will have to go through war to walk out with my hand raised in victory. But that’s a price I am willing to pay through blood, sweat and tears. Don’t confuse my lack of my usual cockiness and hubris for a sign of my weakness or fear. I am not afraid to go all out. And I don’t have to wear face paint to break through my limits anymore. Gareth Cason… You may be a great champion, but you have never faced a challenger like ME. Your past defenses don’t mean anything to me!” Screamed Chris as he takes one final puff of his Cigar before stubbing it out on the ashtray. He gets up and walks away from the frame. Suddenly all the lights turn back on as we see that Chris is recording this at an old abandoned house. He walks right back to the frame and sits down again.


“Lights back on...Time for being my serious self is over. Now I am going to revert back to my usual cockiness because that’s the Christopher Sabertooth you’re expecting right? You think my hubris is an overcompensation for my abilities in that ring when you very well know that you have never ever been in a ring against somebody of my calibre. It’s funny that you think that I, of all people, am not up for the challenge? Give me a break! After everything I have been through. After everything I have done to reach the position I am at…. It’s you Gareth! YOU ARE NOT READY! You may be the inaugural Television Champion… You may have more defenses than every other champion in this company. But I haven’t been pinned or submitted and I don’t plan on changing that anytime soon! That’s something that you cannot claim. You can blame me for you loss against Virgo, a man I beat already may I add. If you are as ‘DANGEROUS’ as you claim to be… you shouldn’t have had any problems getting over a small distraction if you can even call it that. I just wanted to make my intentions crystal clear. So… Gareth Cason. Why the fuck should I be worried? You said I should care about my own safety and back out before you make me regret it. But the thing is… I don’t even care about my own well being. I didn’t have to go far and beyond with my matches until now… But if that’s what I have to do to put you down. My body is the last of my worries. All I care about is the title.  Nothing else… So, Gareth Cason... Mr. L Dangerous. Do your fucking worst! But I promise you that I am not letting you walk out of Civil War with that championship. I have waited for an one on one opportunity for far too long to look back now. You’re getting the best of me and that’s going to be more than enough to put you out for the three count. Gareth Cason, hold on tightly to your title... Kiss it goodbye because this Sunday… It’s coming home with me.” Said Chris as he bangs on the table and getting hyped up. He then starts to laugh hysterically before continuing.


“Our boy, GC is a no nonsense kind of man. What is he going to talk about? How he beat Tarah Nova? Great. 10 points for you. What else? Ah… The usual. I beat the Omega Heavyweight Champion that one time, in what feels like years ago. Brilliant! Not a fluke at all! And how you have what… six? Six title defenses. That’s impressive! Apart from the fact that like half of those people are irrelevant. But good for you! Oh and he’s really… REALLY dangerous. He is not overcompensating for the lack of actual feats to prove his claim at all. Never! Gareth Cason is a complete champion. He’s got the looks…. I think. He’s got the skills though, to match his claims. And above all… he’s got the title. A title he won from the unbreakable Bull Connors. A man who certainly was not on a downward spiral until his recent showings in a tournament. A tournament NOT for all the losers with no title or any opportunities for it. So, you really have me backed up to a corner here Gareth. I have been asking all over LA for some good MMA trainers so that I can even think about competing with you, apart from my already impeccable wrestling ability which is far superior than yours. But that’s just a small thing. Who cares about wrestling anyway? I seriously doubt my chances at Civil War.” Said Chris with sincerity.


“Man…. This is like the longest build to a SIKE ever. But jokes aside, I don’t want to demean you in any way like you did to me. I am a bigger man that that… I won’t underestimate you even when you did that exact same thing to me. I am going to acknowledge your ability as a performer. You are not bad, Gareth Cason. I was not surprised that you beat that old hag, HTH. I was not handed this opportunity like some people believe. Some of the people, who you defended your title against don’t even deserve to be in the same ring against me. THOSE opportunities were handed. HTH walked into the company, and based off his past accomplishments elsewhere, got a shot at that title. THAT was a handed opportunity. I waited all this long to get my one on one title shot. Nobody can deny my position as a contender to the title… Not even you Gareth. You can try and I know you will...But you cannot deny my grit and resilience. I am ready for you Gareth Cason. Readier than I have ever been. I am ready to realize my goals that I made for myself when I decided to step foot into that ring again. I am READY to become a Champion. And this promise, more than any other promises I have made in the past, I will honor.” Said Chris as he lets out a faint smirk before getting serious again.


“You can mock me for who I am. You can mock me for going crazy when I did. But you cannot mock my ability in that ring. I say that I am the last REAL wrestler left in this industry. It’s not a gimmick. I don’t say it just because I needed a fucking catchphrase to be more marketable. I say it because when it comes to the ring, there’s nobody who could lace my boots!... Nobody until I saw what you can do, Gareth. There… I said it. I tried the usual schtick that I do with you but it just didn’t feel right. You take pride at your abilities in that ring. You take pride on the damage you can dish out. Which is why I was surprised to see you not take my challenge seriously. That was your first mistake...Forget what I said earlier about your past accomplishments and victories. They don’t matter anymore. Neither do mine. What matters is what lies ahead of us. Civil War… While OWA and SSW duke it out, you and I step into the battlefield. I have my eyes set on the OWA Television Championship. And I am going to take it away from you. And there’s nothing…. NOTHING you can do, to stop it.” Said Chris as he stands up again and looks around the room.


“Speaking of OWA vs SSW. Jaywalker called me with an interesting proposition… But I let him know where my interests lie. My allegiance to OWA or even SSW has been up in the air for a while now. People keep asking me whether I side with one company or the other. But the fact is… I side with what’s best for me. I side with the OWA Television Championship. OWA and SSW can fight their battles. But I have my own battle to fight ahead of me. I want to go down in HISTORY!...Speaking of history, I still haven’t talked about why am I here? Why did I choose this setting to record this message over my usual ways. I could be at the comfort of my house and still say all of the things that I did. But I have a reason to be here…. I have not been here since the last time I ever dawned the face paint. This is where I lived with my followers as Havoc. It’s been three years… Three years of my life that I CAN’T get back because I went too far. I don’t regret becoming Havoc… I regret not changing back in time. I regret throwing away everything that I had just so I could be someone that I could have very well been without going down the path of darkness. Look around this place! Look at the writings on the wall. The people had started worshipping me! The power blinded me from seeing the truth. The truth being that whenever I wiped out the paint… I was still Christopher fucking Sabertooth. I did all of that by my own ability! A change in attitude doesn’t mean a change in person. I may have been stupid enough to fall for the vices that power brings you but I forgot what my true goal was. It was to be the best goddamn PRO WRESTLER in the fucking world. And I swear to you Gareth… YOU are not going to be the one to stop me from achieving that. Heck, I couldn’t even stop myself! I started this message off in complete darkness when I talked about Havoc, because that’s how I felt about it. The darkness impaired my senses and I couldn’t see the fact that there’s nobody… NOBODY better than ME! So, the lights are back on for one last time in this place because I have had enough. This place was the safe haven for the lost souls who found meaning in blindly following me. But not anymore… This place holds no meaning over me anymore. HAVOC was just an idea which was made into something else by my own foolishness. Havoc was just an image of me being worthy for a championship. And when I won it… That idea was a reality. That’s all I ever needed to prove myself that I am capable of doing it on my own. Havoc was the fuel to the fire… The fire that still burns brightly inside me. Gareth Cason… It’s the fire you won’t be able to extinguish. At Civil War… You are going to burn in my flame! Because I am Christopher Sabertooth. I AM HAVOC. And I am LEGIT DANGEROUS!” Screamed Chris before he walks away from the frame. He is seen back with a petrol canister. He pours out the fuel all over the house. He walks out of the shack to reveal its secluded location. The words Havoc written over the walls of the house. Chris goes on to pour petrol all over the outside of the house before bringing his lighter back up He takes out another Cigar and lights it before throwing the lighter at the house setting it on fire. Chris is seen walking away, puffing on a Cigar to his Limo as the flame engulfs the house completely. Smoke rises high up in the air clouding the area around it.




“The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire.” - Ferdinand Foch.








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André Virgo
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 15th 2018, 8:34 pm by André Virgo
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(A vinyl of Oscar Peterson’s Hymn To Freedom plays in Masa, a high end Japanese restaurant which has been completely rented out by the Leader of Tres Comas Club, André Virgo. Virgo is sitting across from his SSW Junior Heavyweight Championship at his table where he’s wearing a professionally tailored suit and designer sunglasses. He drinks tea enjoying the atmosphere. The waiter brings a platter to the table. Virgo uses chopsticks to pick up a dumpling from the platter. He eats it whole before laughing to himself.)

How am I not surprised? I grew up in this country. I know how these things go. Us Americans are obsessed with other cultures. We take from everyone and bastardize what’s great to create a poor excuse exploiting it for our own enjoyment. Just as OWA tried to do to me. It feels like just yesterday I had to threaten OWA with a lawsuit to escape my contract, when in fact it was a few weeks ago. My entire time in OWA I was only there to be used. They saw this great SSW Champion and they wanted me to add value to their bland product. They thought I was the red pepper that could spice things up but ooh. No no, that’s too spicy. So they pulled me back and disrespected me with dead end matches against nobodies who had no deserving place in my presence. They even asked me to defend my title on this continent under their flag. The André Virgo OWA asked for wasn’t one of authenticity, it was one of their market value. But André Virgo has no time for a song and dance to put the asses in seats that can’t be drawn by men like Judas, Jeff X, or Caspian. Nor am I going to lay down for hasbeens like Scott Oasis or Hades the Hellraiser who think they still have what it takes to be at the top like me! Be at the top like Aria Jaxon! Create something authentic like Stark! Or be deserving to even think about standing across a ring from me, like The Apparition! And no matter who Mr or Miss numero cinco may be, if they are cut from the same cloth as the rest of us then the OWA Jabronis would be better off staying home and admitting defeat while they still can!

OWA is where stars go to quietly burn out while SSW is the home of talent that isn’t afraid to scratch and claw for our recognition. OWA goes where the people are, you set up shop in Los Angeles, Chicago, Philly, Manhattan, the mechas for droves of people to file into arenas just for the hell of it and scream about having your babies because it makes them feel something. In Japan, we get our hands dirty. We build it so they come and we have to earn their respect to keep them there. SSW is not OWA where you get praise for being good enough, we are from the land of excellence. We are a breed of excellence that will not be watered down and repackaged. The SSW you will face at Civil War will be nothing less than authentic, strong style, puroresu, force!



To echo the tales of the bonsai garden, the belt across from me at this moment may read “Junior Heavyweight Championship” but this belt is my crown. As a 230 pound competitor who has beaten CM Nas, Miltiades, Jacob Senn, and a lineup of men who are battling for your World Heavyweight Championships, I have elevated the SSW Jr Heavyweight Championship above any belt in OWA. People have pressed me on why I didn’t win the World Championship while I was on Olympus. The answer is simple, I have a crown worth more than anything OWA has ever offered me. Not to mention that nobody in the history of SSW has held a championship as long as I have held the Jr. Heavyweight Championship. I was awarded this title by the cosmos to a world of people questioning my credibility as a champion. Since then nobody has been able to dethrone me and I have become the true champion of the world.

Pair that with the fact that I will be in the same corner as the first ever Puroresu Heavyweight Champion, Aria Jaxon. The Queen of Strong Style Wrestling herself and legend across this sport. The Apparition has proven himself worthy of challenging for my championship, which is in itself an accomplishment. Not to mention we have the “Juggernaut” himself leaving his Bonsai Garden to come to Madison Square Garden where the best OWA has to offer is Jeff X with some nobodies and hasbeens? Please, you’re as threatening as this platter is authentic. Check please!

(The waiter comes to the table. Virgo gives him three hundred dollar bills, takes his SSW Junior Heavyweight Championship, and leaves.)
Stark
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 15th 2018, 5:03 pm by Stark
(The feed opens up to Stark sitting cross-legged on the floor of a tokonoma in the Bonsai Garden, with a small bag in front of him, looking down before beginning to speak.)

Ten months ago, two men had a vision to break away from the complacency and corruption of what was once the greatest wrestling promotion on this planet, and create something new, something better, daring to break the mold and take wrestling as a whole to new heights, into a new era. To Japan they went - one office, one dojo, one dream: reinvent professional wrestling on a global scale. Show the world that what matters at the core of wrestling is not what the biggest company is, not what company makes the most revenue or sells the most t-shirts, not what company can contract the hottest acts in music and make a mockery out of this sport by turning an athletic competition into a fucking dance party. Wrestling is a sport. The numbers will come and go. What matters is the people. Who’s running the show? Is their heart in it? Do they want what’s best for shareholders or for the fans? Who’s competing on the show? Is it jacked up, roided up beasts, and failed models turned mediocre excuses for professional wrestlers? Or is it men and women alike who put a hundred percent into this sport because it’s all they have, it’s all that matters, and they’re willing to live and die in that ring? These are the questions those two weren’t seeing the right answers for in the last place we all were, so unlike everyone else who put the curtains over their eyes and got on their knees for their masters, they stepped up, and Strong Style Wrestling was born.

I was one of those two men, and although just a few months later I kicked the other one in the head hard enough to put him out of action indefinitely, it’s all love here. What we did wasn’t just about making SSW, it was about changing the scope of professional wrestling completely. From one large company, two better ones splintered off, and as I look around seeing this industry doing better than it ever did I can’t help but sit back, take a deep breath, and smile, knowing that I was one of the first to leave that awful sunken place. That together with Brian Daniels, we opened the door to freedom, to true equality, and to an unlimited field of opportunity. That we were able to hand the torch to a man who undisputedly cares more for the success of SSW than we do in Jacob Senn, who’s still steering that ship right after so many months and so many hurdles having been thrown his way - for the sake of solidarity, we’ll pretend that whole Sheridan debacle never happened. That’s why even though SSW may not be at it’s strongest, I’d take our small but elite roster over anything else any day. One of our top guys is worth twenty of the irrelevant trash that passes through the revolving doors of OWA. We don’t need relics of the past. We don’t need the trash of the future. We have the present - the best. If this is about supremacy, to me, that matter has already been settled. All that’s left to do on our end is to step into that ring, five on five, and show that our five could take on your fifty, and the result would still be the same.

At this point in time, we’ve heard it all from the shit-slinging monkeys in EAW. All of your Ching-Chong, Super-Sentai, Sucky-Sucky, Strong-Sushi jokes - whatever, we’ve heard it. Not that it matters to us anyways, we take those shots in stride and smile past them, knowing that at the end of the day the reason that the fools over there still cry and moan for all of the actual people of quality they’ve lost is at the root, the fault of Brian Daniels and myself, for leading the supposed exodus. If you in OWA want to stoop to that level and attack SSW for where we’re based, throwing insults based in nothing other than racism, then be our guests, all you’ll be doing to that end is proving the rhetoric that OWA is nothing more than EAW-lite. That being said, I do respect OWA. I respect your originality, I respect the environment you’ve all established, and I respect everything you’ve done for the future of the industry. As much as through my ideals I would always prioritize the culture over the business, you guys have done an excellent job making OWA the biggest promotion in the world, evident by the fact that you’re hosting us at Madison Square Garden of all places. OWA is THE place, I can’t deny that. We’re not fighting over whose company is bigger. We’re not fighting over who’s selling out the bigger arenas. You all chose that route, to make OWA a global phenomenon, while we chose to honor and live up to the traditions of puroresu in Japan. Different paths that can’t be compared. So before you idiots start talking numbers, I need you to understand that the things we’re competing over here cannot be quantitatively defined. The quality of our roster, our honor as wrestlers, the values of wrestling that we uphold… ideas that the more simple-minded of you will laugh at but those with even an inkling of a brain can appreciate. So - dying or not, on it’s last legs or not, SSW can and WILL fight to the very end. Take us lightly and it’ll be a piece of cake for us. But there’s no fun in that, is there? I want you to understand exactly what we’re capable of, so that when we step into that ring, we put on one of the greatest matches of all time.

(Stark reaches into his bag and pulls out a small bottle of sake, taking a big gulp of it before putting it down and pulling out one of his famous “Big Doinks”. Stark lights it and takes a hit before resuming.)

This was my life these past few months. After Jacob Senn broke my arm at Domination, all I’ve done is sit here in the Bonsai Garden, reflecting on my career and life. I thought that losing to him would be a fitting end to my life as a wrestler. I was content sitting here, sipping sake and burning bonsai for the rest of my days. Then I saw it - the promotion for Civil War. I didn’t need to return. At that point, SSW was my child, but OWA was a company I saw be built from the ground up, and I wanted - and still do - nothing but the best for it. There wasn’t a particular reason for me to come back or choose a side. But then it started. The general attitude of looking down at SSW. For our smaller roster. For the flaky shitheads who think they can come through our company for a few days to make a quick buck before bouncing. For the lack of social media activity. Fuck that. I wasn’t going to let the very people who still would’ve been in EAW, lickin’ the boots of DDD and Banks if not for the leap that Brian and I took in the first place look down on what Brian and I built, on what Jacob Senn pours his entire life and soul into. So I made the choice to come back, bad arm and all, no desire to wrestle - my only desire is to do whatever I can to help lead SSW to victory in this battle.

It fills me with pride to see the team SSW has assembled for this battle. The Apparition. A legend in the world of puroresu. Nothing makes me angrier than seeing the disrespect he gets from your side. Especially when you have that chinless masked fuck Judas on your team. The Apparition has the kind of ethic and talent that had he decided to take his ball to OWA, he would be sitting at the very top of the ladder. When it comes to experience, when it comes to keeping a cool head in any kind of situation, when it comes to being a leader, I could not think of a single better man from SSW than The Apparition. So regardless of how the others on this team might think of him, I urge you all to reconsider any and all of your past differences and realize that once we have our backs on the wall, The Apparition is the man who has the composure to pull us out of that hole. We’re a lot of volatile egos here. Aria Jaxon, Andre Virgo, and Stark… the three of us are extremely likely to not get along. When our heads start to butt, I urge you all to let his hand be the guiding one to pull us back into our senses and lead us forward into victory.

Where The Apparition is the perfect mix of experience and calm composure, Andre Virgo is the opposite. A flashy, volatile, lightning ball of potential… The exact kind of explosive combination it takes to be unanimously considered the future of professional wrestling. Andre Virgo’s ceiling simply does not exist. Saying the sky is his limit would be disrespectful, because he’s the kind of man that has what it takes to go to the stars and beyond. His successes as Junior Heavyweight Champion should speak for themselves. Before any of you act so brainless as to disrespect the status of our belt as the “Junior” Heavyweight Championship, I want you to understand that he’s defeated the likes of Miltiades, who has challenges for YOUR World Heavyweight Championship. Now if you want to go ahead and claim that the titles held by CM Nas and Finnegan Wakefield are worth even less than the Junior Heavyweight Championship through the idiotic logic of a statement like that, be my guest. But it would be in all of your best interests to realize that in SSW, where the title is on the card has no bearing on the quality of the champion. Virgo is as legit as your World Champions. If there’s anywhere I’d take issue with Virgo, it would be reluctance to cooperate with us, but then I think back on how he he claims he was treated while on Olympus, and I realize that he’s coming in with more fire against your side than anyone else. So Virgo, if you’re game to work together to kick some ass, then so am I. And that’s three for three looking good so far.

There is of course, the mystery man.

(Stark finishes his blunt and puts it down, lighting up another one before continuing.)

I have a pretty good idea who he is, and if I’m right… Then lord help you all. But honestly, the mystery dude could be Piero himself and it wouldn’t change a god damn thing because our last competitor is not only one of the, if not the best wrestler alive today, but one of the greatest ever, and check this, she’s actually an active performer on your side of things but even she knows the right thing to rep at the end of the day! The woman who makes mental midgets around the world cry themselves to sleep every night, The Black Queen herself, Aria Jaxon. Need I say anything more? Before the likes of Judas say ANYTHING disparaging about Aria Jaxon I want him to remind himself how many times he’s beaten his lonely meat to her, and then hang himself in shame so he doesn’t have to show his wretched face at Madison Square Garden. Be it just us four, or be it five in all, really all I have left to say regarding Team SSW is… this just really isn’t fair.

(Stark takes another big gulp of the sake before reaching into his bag, pulling out a small note that has the names of the competitors of Team OWA.)

Really…? Is this fucking real? Are you guys legitimately setting yourselves up for a 2.5 on 5 here? Jeff X I can’t speak on, but given the experience of everyone else in the match he has a lot of studying to do if he doesn’t want to get left behind in the dust. Scott Oasis, Caspian, you two I respect. You guys are gonna have a lot to carry on your backs though, and yeah, maybe if we put out the quality of competition you guys did you’d have an even chance, but with the four of us that are announced and the fifth man that I’m pretty sure is coming in to join us too?... Sheesh. Good luck is all I can say. Caspian is a man of fine taste, his cartel and love for fine Mexican women and alcohol reminds me very much of myself with the goons and the ganja. Considering WarGames may be the only time we’ll meet in the ring, all I can say is that I’m looking forward to it. As for Scott Oasis, this dusty motherfucker has been ducking me back since Boiling Point, so to be able to finally get my hands on the Bloodsport Fighter at WarGames is probably what I’m looking forward to the most. To go blow for blow, strike for strike with you is exactly what I want. I’ve been to war, I’ve put on the five star technical masterclass matches, but what I’ve REALLY been itching for is a good FIGHT. I know that when it comes to that, you’re the best man to count on delivering that. Fist to fist, may the best man win.

Now, with the three you have at this point… Are Judas and fucking Hades REALLY the best you could’ve added to the line-up? EAW rejects? That’s what you got for us? We’re putting out Aria Jaxon and you’re giving us Judas? The fuckin’ disrespect here, good lord. A masked dickwad and an old man with severe brain damage. Am I supposed to respect either? Fear either? Prepare for either? Hell no. You’re almost making this too easy for us. Judas gonna sit in his corner and cry while he watches Aria send all of your asses into the dirt, and Hades, if his fucking joints are still in existence, is gonna what? What exactly is he gonna do? I still strongly suggest swapping these two monkeys out just for the sake of putting together a classic instead of a one-sided mugging, but you guys do what you want. I know Judas is going to come in with that “Oh Matt Miles beat Stark a few times in EAW” bullshit but so what? Judas in his 3 incarnations hasn’t done even half of what I have in my entire career. He’s a joke. He’s the laughingstock of every company he walks into. Being “The Enforcer” is just a pity toss, like giving a homeless dude on the side of the street that nickel in change you got from the corner store. Judas spends his Saturday’s being Bob Taylor’s bitch but at Civil War he’s gonna be SSW’s. Am I supposed to be worried about Hades? That man is closer to death than he is to his prime. And what, Hades was World Champion a few times in EAW? Big whomp. I’ve beaten World Champions from every corner of the globe, one that belongs in a retirement home more than the ring at this point isn’t going to worry me one bit.

Making my return to the ring in front of the very arena I grew up watching this sport in, representing a worldwide company that I helped build from the ground up… I’m actually getting kind of excited. Virgo, Aria, Apparition… Mystery Man… It’s time we show the world why SSW is, and will always be, ICHIBAN.

(Stark puts the blunt out on the camera and the feed shuts off.)
Dulce Torres
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 15th 2018, 4:34 pm by Dulce Torres
Promo posted for Belle Kingsley #1

I’m going to be real. I never knew Brody Sparks. But, I can tell how much this match means to the tag team captain of Team SSW, April Song. April and I may be part of two different factions, but when it comes to honoring a woman whose life was taken away from her so soon, I am willing to drop the tension when it comes to faction dominance and I am willing to work with April to guarantee that Team SSW walks away with the victory. From looking at the three women in my team, April Song, Vanessa Santiago, and Kikyo Himura, I think that most of us will be able to look past faction wars for Civil War and be on the same page. At the end of the day, we are Strong Style Wrestling. We are some of the most talented women in the roster. We would love nothing more than to prove that we have the stronger women. For me, we have been women that people have loved to put down in the past. However, we manage to rise above it. Besides Kikyo, April, Vanessa and myself have been women that people like to overlook. At some point in our careers, we have not been the focal points. We have been women who nearly had to scratch and claw for an ounce of recognition and prove that we should be noticed. There was a point where April lost herself in the process of attaining championship and glory, but she was able to find herself when things crumble beneath her. The same thing with Vanessa who is known as one of the founders of The Phantom Troupe. She came from one of the most powerful families. The moment her family was out of power, this was the moment Vanessa found herself being brought down to Earth and find humility. As for Kikyo, despite how many times she has fallen, she gets back every time. As much as she and I were at each other’s throats during the road to Domination,  I am not going to say that she is a terrible wrestler. I feel like using all of the losses will light a fire underneath her ass and turn that into victories. Much like myself in a way. As I look at Team OWA - Sweet Roxy, Savannah Sunshine, Azumi Goto, and the OWA Women’s Champion, TyAnna Jupiter would love nothing more than to get this victory. Not only for their company but Brody herself.

Sweet Roxy is one of the biggest rising stars in women’s wrestling. I know, people give her a lot of crap about who her parents are and claim that’s the reason for her success, but I’m not going to be one of those people. She is spoiled. She is a perfectionist. She may be the worst thing to happen for the other women, but there is no denying what she has done in OWA and wrestling itself, has been working. She managed to get the OWA Women’s Championship in her SECOND match in OWA. She managed to take advantage of HENDRIX and dethrone her. That was something unthinkable to the world, but then you look at her parents, you knew that doing the unthinkable is in her blood. That’s why I was confused to see her accept TyAnna’s offer in joining Team OWA at Civil War. I do not understand why she would take that offer from a woman who dethroned her at Burning Sky. Sure, you can say that Kikyo shouldn’t have accepted the offer to join Team SSW, but it seemed like she was placed in the match via default. I mean, what other girls you have in Strong Style Wrestling? But, just like SSW is known for, we work with anything and anyone if it means that we come out on top. Sweet Roxy, TyAnna saw something special from you if she wanted you in her team. Maybe, it’s because she knows that as much as an egotistical brat you are, you can get the job done. You are talented. You are conniving, but just like I stated before, it works. Who is Belle Kingsley to Sweet Roxy? You would respond with “nothing”. I’m not as accomplished as you I struggle to win the basic wrestling match, but this elimination tag team match? I vow to surprise a lot of people in that match and most importantly, you.

Savannah Sunshine is the woman that OWA wants to be their face, but there is something that does not click all the way with her. To me, I see a bit of myself in Savannah. The crowd has an adoration for us. Despite what happens, they have not turned their backs on us. They continue to cheer for us and we continue to love them for that. With her, I could basically attack her and say that she can’t get the job done when it matters, but in a way, that would be insulting myself and my entire SSW run. In a way, I sympathize with her. She may want none of that. She is a woman who is capable of handling herself in the ring, but I feel like that loss to Azumi Goto at Vindication kinda of broke her heart a bit.It kind of let her discouraged. She had her magical moment at Boiling Point, but to have it stripped away and knowing that she may not get her shot at the OWA Women’s Championship, it should have crushed her. There is no denying that Savannah has the heart of a champion and approaching that match at Civil War, I expect nothing less than that. I am surprised to see her bounce back from that loss, but I’m quite curious if teaming with Azumi will be bringing back flashbacks of their match. I mean, how does it feel for her? How does it feel to team with a woman who took the ring from her? Perhaps, Savannah can look past her intentions to get the ring back for Civil War. Perhaps, she can be the better woman and try her best to help Team OWA win the match. If it concerns her, I will do the same thing for Team SSW and even more.

Azumi Goto knows a thing or two about performing at a big stage. She knows something about being so close to getting championship gold, but not being there exactly. Recently, she managed to get the biggest accomplishment in her career at Vindication when she defeated the woman I was previously talking to become the Queen of the Ring. Azumi seems pretty comfortable at the moment. She is the Queen of the Ring. She has her first major accomplishment in the bag. She is honoring a woman who she’s faced in the ring quite a few times. She was chosen to represent Team OWA. To even be part of this match says something about the talent Azumi Goto is. I am not going to be mean and say that she doesn’t deserve everything that she’s earned. She is one of the most deserving women in our sport. She has busted her ass off to get better. She has taken every chance possible to improve and prove that she can stand toe-to-toe with some of the best women, but he hasn’t faced me in the ring. To her, it probably had not crossed her mind who Belle Kingsley is. She probably didn’t know of my existence, but once this match is done, she’ll know who I am. Azumi should know the fact that I know who she is. I’ve seen her matches with Aria Jaxon. I have seen her performance at the Extreme Elimination Chamber last year. I have seen her evolve from being in Erica Ford’s shadow to finding a voice of her own. I have seen her play a role in teaching some of the best wrestlers in Japan. But, I think it’s time for her to know what Strong Style Wrestling is all about though. Not just the promotion and talent, but how we carry ourselves in the ring.

The OWA Women’s Champion, TyAnna Jupiter. I saved the best for last. By the looks of things, you have carried yourself as team captain to the best of your abilities. You believe that you have the strongest team in comparison to Team Strong Style Wrestling?  You think that you can be a submission wizard like April Song? You think that you can be as crafty as Vanessa Santiago? You think that you can be as spontaneous as Kikyo Himura? The only thing that you have going for you other than being a champion is learning from probably one of the best teachers in the world in Tomazeya Venus whose teachings have been effective as you look at TyAnna and Andre Virgo who are covered in gold. But, if it weren’t for Tomazeya, would you have been blessed with this OWA contract? Would you have gotten far as you are right now? There is no denying that you are talented, but your rapid rise to the top combined with you being undefeated for a period of time, makes me raise my eyebrow. I feel like once you strip away the championship and connections, you would be in the same place as everyone else. You can justify the fact that you would have made it to the same spot you are at the moment and I am not going to shut down that fact, but I just feel like it wouldn’t have been as quick as it was. As team captain, this is your golden opportunity to prove that you can not only carry yourself as a champion, but you can carry a Division on your back. It is time for you to prove to everyone that OWA was right in investing their time and attention on you. Me? I’ll continue what I have always done and that is fight and put my heart in everything I do. I would love nothing more than to play my part in making sure that Team SSW gets this victory in the bag.
Aria Jaxon
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 15th 2018, 3:22 pm by Aria Jaxon
I.
(Vanessa Santiago)
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Almost anything can give off a spark or two, if you’re not careful. A swordsmith scraping metal against metal, the rim of a flat tire making contact with the pavement...I could go on and on. But more often than not, those sparks amount to nothing at all. Fleeting in their existence, they’re gone before anyone even knew they were a thing in the first place. Other sparks are determined not to die out so quickly. They’re fostered by fanning the flames and a constant addition of fuel, and before you know it -- boom. You’ve got a full-blown conflagration on your hands.

Such was the case of the rise of the legend that brought us all into this scenario in the first place -- the passionate, determined, clever, and above all else, iconic Brody Sparks. Those aforementioned unremarkable little sparks could be compared to all of the wrestlers who try their hands at this way of life, craving fame and fortune only to fail in spite of themselves. But that one in a million who achieves immortality? That was Brody. There’s a reason that her impact is still felt now, and it’s not just because of all the normal feelings of grief that accompany a young person’s untimely passing. The sadness comes from knowing that she was one-of-a-kind, and that there was so much more left for her to do. Those of us paying tribute to her this weekend aren’t looking to duplicate Brody’s impact, and we don’t want to take her place. Anyone who’s done their research on her would be able to tell you that she was a wrestler down to her core; a competitor above all else. And paying tribute to her through competition seems like the right thing to do. Speaking as someone on “the outside” who never had the honor of meeting her or sharing the ring with her, I’m here to secure a win in the name of a woman who had more of an influence on me than she’ll ever know. Again, it’s all about competition. It’s all about the line in the sand that’s been drawn and seeing which group of women will return to their home territory with a win garnered in the name of the one and only Brody Sparks. The General is more than ready to do whatever it takes to make sure that the women of Strong Style Wrestling leave New York being able to say that we won. That we did it for her.

When I checked social media after Odyssey, one of the questions that was posed most often was, “Why didn’t the SSW women do anything else? They went all the way to Chicago for a staredown?” To put it plainly, yes. The idea that we’d have had more to gain by attacking the Goddesses when they weren’t looking is weak. That team had just emerged victorious after a hard-fought match. We wouldn’t have proven anything by jumping our tired, ill-prepared adversaries. I believe that silence can speak volumes, though. We simply let them know that we were there. Up to that point, April was the only one of us who had shown her face. As far as the Odyssey representatives were concerned, they knew they were slated to face Song and three unseen ghosts. Now, they know why she cackled the way that she did. They know why April believed that this match was ours to win; because she will be flanked by three women of SSW stock. Four women total with the art of strong style in our blood who will fight relentlessly until each member of Team OWA has been eliminated.

Nobody can ever call you an unfit leader, TyAnna. Somehow, in between all of the hopping back and forth between Miami and Tokyo, I’ve been able to keep an eye on your meteoric rise, and what excuse would I have had not to have seen it? You’re one of the most recognizable figures in mainstream wrestling right now. An undefeated young prodigy who found herself clasping championship gold in very short order, and she shows no signs of stopping down. It shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone that you’re the Women’s Champion right now, or that your General Manager left it completely up to you to select the women you wanted on your team. Like any good leader intent on winning, you stacked the deck. Looking purely at the stats, I can see why someone in your position might think this is a no-brainer. You, the current champion, lead the former champion, the current Queen of the Ring, and the former Queen of the Ring. On paper, it seems like there’s nothing that can go wrong. But, speaking as an observer, I’ve seen that maybe there’s potential for leaks to spring in the hull of your watertight ship. Roxy used every dirty trick in the book to try to keep you away from that championship before you actually won it. Then, in your tag team match this past weekend, she foolishly and selfishly tagged herself in when Natalie Cage was down and primed for a pin. Savannah’s need to not be constantly viewed as the underdog who falls short has left me to perceive her as sort of an emotional woman, one who I think hasn’t been completely honest about the effect that losing to Azumi has had on her. Will she be able to compete side-by-side with the woman who took her most important accolade from her? What exactly is stopping your rival Roxy from going into business for herself? In theory, the way you assembled this team was flawless, but when you look beneath the surface, perhaps there are ways to lose that you never even planned on. It doesn’t necessarily make you a bad leader. You’re an optimist who looks for the best in those around you, but my teammates and I didn’t just plan for your best. We planned for your worst, too. The probable spats, the weaknesses, and the windows of opportunity that we’d be fools not to try and pinpoint. You, as the ever-vigilant leader, will do everything you can to cover all the bases for the women under your command. You’re a great wrestler, but that fact doesn’t deter me. That only means you’ll be the last one to be eliminated.

The time I’ve spent in JET means that I’ve had plenty of opportunities to see for myself what a formidable wrestler Azumi Goto is. I said that Belle, April, Kikyo, and myself have the art of strong style in our blood, and that rings true for you more than any of us. The element of duality fascinates me where you’re concerned, though. In Japan, you’re rightfully heralded as one of the best joshis in the game. You’re a cornerstone of JET, a woman who’s tasted success as both a world and tag team champion there. But how many years did you spend floundering on this side of the ocean? How many years did you spend scratching, clawing, and slipping back down the side of the mountain before you finally were able to lay claim to being Queen of the Ring? It’s interesting, to say the least. At your best, Azumi, you’re an inspiration. An example of pure wrestling excellence that all should aspire to emulate. But at your worst? It’s a how-to manual for every mistake not to make. It makes me wonder, when we all step into that ring in Madison Square Garden, which woman will be staring back at me? Are we getting The Vanguard, or that woman who spent so long not being able to deliver on any of her promises? As I told TyAnna, my teammates and I are planning for the arrival of either one. We’re prepared to either easily dispatch of a woman who will temporarily forget who she is, or a warrior who in only one step can be outdone, if she’s not careful. It’s not a matter of if you’ll be on the wrong side of the three-count that takes you out of this match, Azumi. It’s a matter of when.

In the interest of being honest, I admire your fighting spirit, Savannah. The fire you’ve shown when becoming Queen of the Ring or defending it against the likes of Jessica Rose and Megan Harper is enough to make any potential opponent take a step back and appraise just what kind of threat they’re dealing with. Or, it should be enough, anyway. Just like Azumi, observing the way that duality comes into play with you is interesting. Sometimes, we get the woman who ground out those aforementioned tough victories. Other times, we get the woman who fell to Azumi or who disappears for a few weeks at a time because she can’t cope with the very real pain that comes with a crushing loss. I’ve had my fair share of losses. I tried to become a tag team champion in JET, and it didn’t go the way I hoped it would. I tried my hand at becoming the inaugural SSW Jr. Heavyweight Champion, and although I wasn’t pinned, I didn’t win the championship. But one thing I’ll never do is give up. That fire of yours has seemed dangerously close to being snuffed out on more than one occasion, but mine is never in danger of going dark completely. You fulfilled the role of your team’s punching bag on the most recent episode of Odyssey, and I can only hope you took that as a wake-up call. That was just an Odyssey main event. This match coming up is the real thing. A very real spectacle to pay tribute to a woman that you were actually fortunate enough to have known and shared the ring with, so I can only hope you’re ready to perform accordingly. I can only hope the sadness that might still be in your heart isn’t weighing you down too heavily, because I want to have to work for this victory. What happens after this match is up to you. Maybe you’ll continue on with your head held high in spite of a loss, or you’ll once again retreat into the shadows to regroup. That’s none of my business. I want the woman who’s been considered one of the foremost talents on Odyssey -- and then, I want the satisfaction of being able to say that I beat her.

Sweet Roxy’s brand of self-importance might not be anything short of nauseating, but at least she’s honest about why she’s here. Make no mistake, you’re still a pampered, bratty child who flat-out cried and threw a tantrum when Viola DeMarco wouldn’t let you have another crack at TyAnna Jupiter, but I won’t pretend like I don’t know why TyAnna wanted you on this team in the first place. In any case, I have to think it might be weighing on you a bit to know that your fiercest rival is the reason you have a match at Civil War in the first place, but that’s neither here nor there. I was at Budokai Tenkaichi when I saw the lengths that you went to in order to keep the Women’s Championship. You’re a woman with a propensity to be unapologetically ruthless, and this is a point also bolstered by your run-ins with TyAnna and Azumi in championship matches. You’ve made no excuses for the fact that you couldn’t care less about any of your teammates, and that point was hammered home both in the things you said before Odyssey and in the way that you conducted yourself in that night’s match. I never pegged you for the type to respect anyone but your parents -- who you exalt to no end and base your entire persona off of, due to both a crippling lack of originality and the idea that your bloodline is an actual claim to fame -- so it was a welcome surprise to know that your respect for Brody was one of the reasons you bothered to accept TyAnna’s invitation in the first place. You’ve even said that you consider the SSW-bred talent to be quick and resilient, and we’re also observant. We’ll learn from the mistakes that Wolvesden and Aphrodite Marie made that ultimately kept them from winning. Your inability to function as a member of a team could’ve cost you all a victory on Odyssey, if you hadn’t played your cards right. Do you plan to push the envelope again? Are you going to act out and contribute next to nothing, only to have victory secured by your teammates instead? You can take your chances and do what you can to leave your team’s fate up to a figurative flip of a coin, but the women of SSW won’t be playing any such games. Respect for Brody Sparks also looms above all for us, but we can also act as a united front. There was no fear or lack of sureness in our eyes when we walked into Aragon Ballroom just to show you all that we weren’t playing any games. That same unwavering confidence won’t just be in our eyes this weekend, it’ll be in our hearts and minds, too -- right alongside our desire to do right by and pay tribute to an absolute legend. At Civil War, The Hypnotic Heretic will smile upon SSW’s female forces, and we will dedicate our hard-fought win to her.
Dulce Torres
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 15th 2018, 2:56 pm by Dulce Torres
Personally, I am glad that all of my hard work paid off. I don’t think there were many people who thought that I would be in this position. They didn’t think I would be in this position at Boiling Point, but now, I find myself in a similar position approaching Civil War? To me, this feels right. This feels like one of the four spots in the match was made for me. There isn’t that negative feeling in the back of my mind that I’m not supposed to be here. There’s no bullshit like one of my opponents having an off night and them still manage to sneak into the match. Each woman in this match earned her spot in this match - Eris, Natasha Night and Jessykah Schwarz all have earned their way into this Goddesses Championship match. There’s no woman in this match who is not worthier than the other. We are all women who are capable of leaving Civil War as the very first Goddesses Champion. As I look at the competition surrounding the match, I see women who would love that beautiful championship on their waist. I see women who people think have a better chance of winning than me. I’m not a monster like Eris. I’m not as eye-catching as Natasha Night. I’m not as unknown and unpredictable as Jessykah Schwarz. Who am I? Nothing more than a woman who has worked hard to earn her spot in the match, but so has the three other women? I am nothing more than a woman who has nearly had to watch people get ahead of me and earn the praise of the fans. I was stuck trying to rack up victories and get the littlest amount of camera time while people like Eris and Aphrodite Marie get video packages introducing them to the OWA fans? Yeah, that wasn’t okay with me. I was trying to get as much attention and recognition, but people like Natasha Night just waltzes in and gets an opportunity for the Queen of the Ring match before me? Yeah, that didn’t sit well with me. Due to that, it has created a reputation that people think I’m nothing more than a “dunce” and “loser. At one point, that did discourage me. That did get underneath my skin, but  I took some time off. I contemplated what was next in my wrestling career and I stuck around in OWA. Three victories underneath my belt are something that I could never imagine. It is something most people would not be able to imagine. Me being Goddesses Champion? People cannot imagine that, but it will be a reality at Civil War.

Since it seemed like Natasha Night was the first one to open her mouth at the interview at Odyssey, it’s appropriate that I begin with her. Now, Natasha and I were never to see eye-to-eye. She has done quite a few things from costing me victories by being an impartial official to calling me a “dunce”. After that comment, I question what she meant when she called me a “dunce”? Was it because I just recently learned the tools to how to win a match? Yes, it was quite a struggle for a while. With the level of competition in OWA, I was too stubborn to realize that I needed to elevate my game. Yes, I should have arrived in a rising promotion with the thought that I would be facing some of the best talents in the world, but I thought that what I was going to bring to the table was going to be enough to get one of the rising talents of this promotion. With the few weeks I had off, I did some soul searching and reflecting. I realized what I thought was going to be enough was not going to be enough here. I went and trained. I want to evolve my moveset and get myself mentally prepared for the new platform that OWA provided us. I looked at Odyssey as the perfect starting ground for my newly formed self. You’ve faced me back in the Queen of the Ring Match, but looking back in the match, there was so much I could have done in the match. It was the biggest opportunity in my small career so far and I did not do enough to walk away with that ring. I could say that I will not allow myself to do that in this fatal-four-way match and one way to do that is by winning, but I plan to bring more fight than I have before. I am rejuvenated and have a ton of fire in me now. I have so much to offer in this match. You may look at the woman that I have faced and feel like they are nothing at all, but to me, each woman played a role to get to Civil War. You, just like Eris and Jessykah will play a role to finally help me get the Goddesses Championship.

The next one to open her mouth and comment after Natasha was Jessykah Schwarz. Jessykah had gotten victories over some of the same women I have defeated. She defeated Roni De Vil. She defeated Aphrodite Marie. Yet, somehow she believes I am going to lose to her. To me, she has defeated some of the same women I’ve defeated over the past few weeks. These victories aren’t stand out to me. It’s nice that she managed to defeat them. I mean, she ended up being part of this historic championship match? I think even Viola DeMarco said it herself - Jessykah “sneaked” her way into this title match. Much like me, I believe people doubted her abilities to get into this championship match. To me, I look at her as probably the dark horse in the match. If she wasn’t in the match, I would say that I would be the dark horse. I was the dark horse in the Queen of the Ring Match, but I hope that I was able to evolve from that position and become one of the favorites, but I think that may go to Eris. You and I, Jessykah, we have the most to prove in the match. Sure, you may have an intimidating look. You may have surprised the OWA fans to get into this championship match, but will you surprise them again by capturing the gold? With me in the match, it be difficult to accomplish. Just like I told Natasha, I am a different Dulce Torres from two months ago. I am a newly transformed woman who would love nothing more than championship gold to complete her new transformation. I want you to bring your A-game, Jessykah. If I am nothing more than a woman who is going to lose to you, then this should be a piece of cake for you. But, guess what? It won’t.

Lastly, we have the most popular pick in this match to win, “The Cleanser” Eris. Eris is the same woman who gave me my first loss since taking some time off. It was well-earned on her part, but there was no denying how much I wanted to win that match. There was no denying how much I wanted to approach this Goddesses Championship match at Civil War undefeated, but to me, this provides me with something to prove into this match. Eris has to prove that she can live up to her word and “cleanse” the Goddesses Division of everything that she deems wrong with it. Personally, I don’t consider myself a woman who disgraces women’s wrestling. To me, I look at myself as a woman who wants to bring as much prestige to the Goddesses Championship than any other woman in this match. I want to prove that I am not going to down the social ladder of Odyssey the moment Civil War is over. I don’t want to be the same woman who was left with no motivation after the previous major opportunity that she had. In my eyes, people are expecting you to win. It may be the first time that you are hearing something about this, but obviously, in your eyes, you should be the favorite. There may be some perverts in the crowd that would love nothing more than Natasha Night to win, but I feel like your message will capture and rally those who want a change in how people perceive women’s wrestling and change it for the better. You can be as intimidating as you want in your words, Eris. The moment you strip away all that makeup, all you will see is a woman like myself, Jessykah and Natasha. We no longer see the monster that you try to perceive yourself as. Just like I said during our last confrontation, I shouldn’t be the woman you should be “cleansing”. I am not in need of any cleansing at all. The only thing that you should be doing with me is trying to keep me down as you get the three count. The only thing that you should be doing is making sure that I do not walk out of Civil War with the Goddesses Championship.

To my lovely opponents, they should know that it’s always the quiet ones that tend to snap. It’s always the quiet ones you need to look out for because if they don’t, it will make my job a lot easier as I walked out as the very first Goddesses Champion.
ScottyAdams
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 13th 2018, 11:58 pm by ScottyAdams
The Ballad of Sorrow (Part 3)

Hush now, my child. I'm just here to tell you a story.

(We hear these words, as we open to a child, sitting atop a park bench. Cold, alone with nobody visible around them. Well, nobody holding a book, that is. So, just what is the origin of the voice? The one, who claims to have a story to tell?)

It's a story about a man who lost everything, all so that he could bring about a new world.

(The child looks around, but still doesn't see anyone. Even as a slight rustle can be heard from the trees around him)

A world, where nothing else but purity reigns supreme. Where the ignorance; the gimmickry that this world has wandered down, is reduced to nothing but ash.

(The child looks around again, only able to catch a glimpse of a shadowy figure, standing about two feet behind the tree that had rustled. His cloak, hiding his identity.)

Don't worry. Nothing's going to hurt you. I promise you that, my child. I am just here to 'save' you.

Child: W-what? I don't need saving.

(Attempting to stand up, the child feels almost a magnetic force dragging him back down atop the chair. Causing him to stay, as the figure begins to step forward.)

Now, now. Don't you wanna hear it?

(The child shakes his head, even though he realises he has no choice. That he is going to have to listen to this tale, whether of not he truly wishes to. That this figure, isn't gonna let him escape until the tale is told.)

Good ---

(The figure makes his way to the bench where the child is sitting, as we slowly fade - coming to the realisation that we were *never* actually at a park; there was *never* actually a child Well, that's not entirely true. There was a child and a figure, yet they were never within our confines. Which is a vacant, abandoned room within what we were told is the "Old Philly Tower" when we arrived here. 

But rather, it was a clip playing upon a TV screen in the far right hand corner of the room. A TV, that seemed to 'magically' turn off as soon as the word 'Good' floated into the air. Panning around, we see that the only light source, is a dull bulb that is swaying from left to right, lighting up very small segments of the room at each moment.)

Don't be afraid --- I didn't bring you here to hurt you. Trust me. 

(The voice, coming from a far corner of the room, is oh so familiar. Yet this *isn't* the sort of scenery we would expect the person to surround himself in. We mean, we know he's into psychological warfare and gritty imagery, but this. Especially with the statements being made, just doesn't ring true with us.)

I can sense your fear - I understand you're afraid. I understand you're just lost little sheep, wishing to find out why we are here. Just *why* I would come here, instead of filming this in more familiar surroundings. Don't worry, it shall *all* become clear with time.

(Yes. It's Scotty. That much we *do* know. Even if he is able to side step and remain 'hidden' even as the light swings towards where he is standing.)

Have I gone insane? Did I lose my mind, when it all turned cold?

(Shaking his head, he finally steps within the line of the light, allowing it to shine upon him; reveal that he is wearing a cherry red shirt, his (now) traditional jet black/azure basketball pants and white/navy New Balance sneakers. A slight smile is also evident upon his face.)

No. The words of a genius. The machinations of those who can truly comprehend the notion, are seen as madness by the blind. By those, who wilfully ignore the truth that encapsulates us all. 

(Pausing, he allows those words to echo around the lighthouse, as a frame about five feet along the chiselled stone wall to the right of where we are situated catches our attention. It's a rusted, metallic frame - the metal used in its construction appearing to be titanium. 

Yet that is *not* why it has caught our attention. Rather, what caught our attention is the fact that it is empty, yet has the glass atop it. Almost as if it once held a picture, yet as of right now: It is just there. Acting as  if it was another mirror. Another way, to glance inside the soul of whoever cares to walk that passage.)

You see, that is what people don't understand. That is what people don't realise. *Everything* within this realm, occurs for a reason. There is always a method, behind the madness. Just like the loss to Finn, was merely a means in order to enhance the cause.

(Smirking, Scotty makes his way over to the "mirror", allowing the soft orange glow to continue manifesting itself within his eyes.)

It was, merely the catalyst for when the ascent. For when the purity, truly begins to rise.

(Laughing, a holographic silhouette appears in front of us. Designed to give the illusion of being Aria Jaxon.)

An ascent, that truly began against Jack the Ripper two weeks ago. Where, just as I promised him I would - I led the chorus to his final song. To the moments, where his facade was truly unravelled before his very eyes. Just like I shall do to Aria this week. 

(The hologram slightly flickers, as Scott slowly walks over to the left hand side of it.)

Ah, poor sweet Aria. You really think you can do this, don't you? You truly believe that you can walk into the realm. The field of destiny and survive? That your own "star"; your own fantasies are enough to guide you? That all this will be, is validation that you made the correct decision in choosing the SSW side for Civil war?

(Laughing, Scott shakes his head.)

I do not care about the concept of petty "who is better?" pissing contests that SSW and OWA wish to have. The whole narcissism of it just makes me chuckle and exposes the core for what I have always told it as. This isn't about OWA trying to make you regret your choice. If it were, I would not be the person they chose to fulfil the deed. 

This is about making sure that people realise that Paradise Zero is upon us.

This is about making sure that you realise that when the vultures call for your deliverance. When the hands of fate, call for you to be delivered before them for your sins. Your own pride. Your own self-indulgence, then you shall just be another piece of the puzzle. Another card, to fall at my hand.

(The hologram morphs into a picture of a card. The eight of Diamonds to be exact, as he slightly places his hand under it.)

And soon, the world will see that until I get what I desire - the flames are going to continue. That your "Paradise" will merely become Paradise Zero, as it burns within its grave.

(With that, we fade into nothingness, the last words/sounds heard being that of Scotty laughing.)
Aria Jaxon
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 13th 2018, 11:58 pm by Aria Jaxon
I.
At the risk of stating the obvious, the whole idea that some sort of internal rift would form in the OWA-SSW universe seemed unrealistic from the very beginning. At the onset, yes, it’s purely about business. Everyone involved wants to protect their bottom line, and partnering up to expand your company’s reaches to all parts of the world. You shake hands, sign on the dotted line, and hope for the best. At a certain point, though, the whispers begin to persist and the question looming over everyone’s head becomes “Who’s better?”, and the need for that question to be answered is pressing. That’s how we got here. That’s why Vernon and every other suit in between the two companies is two seconds from selling their soul, all for the sake of assembling a dream team worthy of flying their company’s flag and staking their claim to supremacy. As the entire world has seen, I made my choice. I made it clear that as far as Civil War was concerned, I would be defending the pride and interests of SSW. Sensitive people are gonna take that as an act of war in and of itself.

“How can she turn her back on a company she helped finance?”

“How can she dare to call herself a member of OWA’s roster when she’s standing on the other side of the line in the sand?”

As I’ve already said multiple times in the past, the landscape of SSW in comparison to OWA is different. The factions determine what the law of the land is, and while some people only see their factions as people they’re forced to deal with, The Phantom Troupe is my family. Yeah, I cared enough about OWA to give of my bank account, but for SSW, I feel like I’ve given of myself in a completely different way. I don’t regret making the choice that I did, and I hope that point is sitting firmly in the forefront of people’s minds going into this episode of Kingdom.

This war that threatens to have friends side-eyeing each other is what’s looming on the horizon, though. I don’t exactly have to expose myself to the harsh realities of war just yet. As it stands now, my OWA ventures are taking precedent, and nothing on Kingdom has been more important to me than the ever-growing list of Alphas who have failed to keep me from advancing up this brand’s hierarchy. Isaac Thornton came for me when he wasn’t sent for, and now he’s doing whatever he can to save face. Jon McAdams, bless his heart, couldn’t stand to get his shit together until after he lost to me. CASPIAN was the first to get his shit pushed in, of course, and Jeff X got his teeth kicked down his throat. The one common thread I choose to find between those men isn’t even the most obvious one -- that they were all people I called out on my first night on this brand. The commonality I’ve focused on is that they all seemed to think of themselves as being a bit better than they were, and perhaps they consequently had a bit of a chip on their shoulder.

Scotty Adams, though? The chip on his shoulder couldn’t be any bigger. If it gets any bigger, it might just weigh him down completely.

Don’t worry, Scotty, this isn’t the part where the cynical bitch completely downplays your talent and underestimates the threat that you present. You can wrestle your ass off. You wouldn’t have become one of the men anchoring this brand if that wasn’t the truth. But, I realized on day one that I wouldn’t make any waves if I didn’t buck up and challenge the people who mattered. That’s how I’ve been turning heads. Not by virtue of the resume I already have, not because of the shit I’ve already done, but because in the present, I’m knocking down the pillars of Kingdom in preparation for rebuilding this brand in the image of The Queen. This is what I should’ve been worrying about from day one, not wasting my time taking detours to worry about bottom of the barrel ass competitors like the entire fucking Vendetta family tree. I certainly like to think I’ve made up for lost time, and I don’t make excuses for the time I wasted. I guess you’d know about wasting time, though. Because for all that you’ve managed to do -- the Spartan Championship reign, for one -- you’ve also had your share of downtime, and it’s taken its toll on you. What happened to the bright-eyed, bushy-tailed newcomer who bent over backwards to get smiles and cheers elicited from the crowd? He was replaced by some fake-edgy emo ass fuckboy who spews entire soliloquies about the doom and gloom supposedly about to befall his opponents. How well did it work on Finnegan, buddy? Where’s your world title? You got a chance that plenty of people on this brand would kill for. Scratch that, a chance that I NEVER would’ve squandered. You talked a big game for DAYS just to wind up going to sleep when it came time to put your money where your mouth was. I’m choosing to be an optimist by having referred to you as the inaugural Spartan Champion before anything else, because if I REALLY wanted to keep it a buck? I’d call you what you deserve to be called -- the clown who fucked up a golden opportunity.

You’re a great wrestler, but by now, I’d assume that hard bitch slap of reality from Finnegan has cemented in your mind that just wrestling ability isn’t enough. People like you are a dime a dozen; the ones who are born to wrestle, but ultimately can’t cope beneath the bright lights of the most important championship situations. That could’ve been your crowning moment, and instead, you’ll always remember it as the night you had to begin to make excuses, the beginning of you bitching to anyone who would listen that you never tapped out. I’m sure you have every intention of circling back around and taking another crack at whoever the champion is, whether it’s Finnegan or not, but I’m here to personally escort you to the back of the line for now. You had your shot, and now you have to deal with the fact that you’ve been pushed aside. You didn’t have it in you to claim your moment of triumph, so now you’ll be relegated to just being another name crossed off my list. You get to be a stepping stone for me as I take another stride toward the championship that you couldn’t get your hands on, and you have nobody to blame but yourself.

You might be thinking to yourself now that this match has none of the shiny trappings of the championship match that tripped you up. No title-centric stakes, no main event pressure, none of that. Just two of Kingdom’s hungriest competitors throwing hands until one of them walks away with the victory. The bad news for you is I don’t need any of the aforementioned things to feel like I’m walking into a must-win situation. I don’t need any added gravitas to perform at my absolute best. Every time I step in that ring, I prove that there isn’t a wrestler alive who can outshine me, and if you think you’re the exception that rule? I can’t wait to show you just how fallible you truly are. Bring your monologues, your new attitude, all the random bitches who show up whenever you address people, whatever. I’m bulletproof, Mr. Silver Bullet. You can tell Joely all about this loss when it's over.


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DampshawIIIఒ
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 13th 2018, 10:45 pm by DampshawIIIఒ
You're weak....


I took him to his limit.


You lost..


I had him beat multiple times over.


YOU STILL LOST...YOU ALWAYS LOSE...


SHUT UP! SHUT YOUR MOUTHS! No more from you right now! I took McAdams to his breaking point. He's never going to be the same after I was finished with him. He only beat me by sheer luck. A mere slip up on my part. Never again. Now I'm in a match with a man I know I can beat. A man I've already beaten before. Regardless of what ridiculous, asinine moniker he goes by, he's still the same man. He's still the same man I've defeated. He's here on some quest to find a rival when I've been there this whole time. I've always been there, whether I was a part of the same company or not. 


Goose, you ridiculous idiot, I've been in your mind ever since I first defeated you, aren't I? You can deny it...you can make all the jokes you want but you know it. I know it. I know it. You're scared. You're looking for someone else because as soon as you knew I was coming to Omega, the blood in your body turned cold. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. That terrible, sinking feeling of anxiety shot up your back because you realized all your wildest dreams and your deepest darkness nightmares have come true. Reginald Dampshaw III has returned to cause you torment.


I haven't come here to make the same mistakes as before. Nobody is going to send me back to that hell hole of an institution,  especially not a mong like you. 


THEY'RE COMING FOR YOU...


THE DOCTORS SAY YOU'RE STILL UNWELL...


I DON'T CARE WHAT THE DOCTORS SAY! I won't go back! Never! Never ever! You can't make me! No one can make me! You tell Crichton about this and...and I'll kill you. Do you understand? You, Crichton and everyone in Omega thinks I'm a joke. Everyone's thought I was a joke forever and I'm tired of saying the same garbage of that I'm going to prove them wrong. I don't have to prove anything to anyone. I no longer care if I win or lose. Do you understand, Goose? I beat you before and I have no questions that I am going to beat you again Sunday night, but even if you get a fluke win on me like McAdams did last week, I promise you I will take a piece of you with me.
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Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 13th 2018, 7:50 pm by Guest
(The Goose is standing there, sunglasses one as he looks to the sides as the Interviewer looks towards the camera.)

Interviewer: Ladies and Gentleman, I am here, with the Goose, who last week on Kingdom, attacked Mace while in search for a new nemesis. While it’s still not clear exactly why he chose to attack the man, but we are hoping to get some answers here. Goose, is there a particular reason why you did what you did?
 
The Goose: All and due time, my chummy friend. The mystery will unravel soon, but let’s talk about a more treacherous act for this week, and I’m talking about Reggie’s social feed. Now I don’t know if the man is a psychopath or not or he just hates animals, but the Goose. The Goose loves all living things, the birds, the bees, even Reggie as well, but know it’s because I love you, that I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m going to hurt you, because it’s not just the ass whupping you need, but the ass whupping you deserve. Now in case he doesn’t get the response, because I know the Brit’s have just a dry wit and weird sense of humor, experienced that first hand with Jakob DeLion. It’s a broken pinky finger, because I know how classy and fancy it is to extend it out when one fancies himself a cup of tea. Get it? You got it, right?
 
Interviewer: No, but now that you explained it, it makes sense.
 
The Goose: Good. Yeah, because that wasn’t a joke. I just made that up just now. It was more a legit threat of “I’mma snap your finger.” While I’m sure posting a picture of a beaten up, desecrated bloody goose  was meant more as a joke, I suggest you take what I posted seriously as I am going to take your so called “threat.” After all, I made that mistake before. I didn’t take you seriously at all. Remember the whole Pickle thing? Nah? Don’t worry about it.  Point being, I’m still angry, I’m still annoyed, and now, I’m disgusted and hope that PETA gets all up in your nasty ass grills. Legit, Your Teeth, Nasty!
 
I mean, time has not been kind of you. You really let yourself go. I mean, did I even consider the thought of you potentially being a nemesis of mine, and truth be told, “nope.” The Goose finds you, Sir Reggie Dampshaw Redemption: Electric Boogaloo, the sequel unfit to even tie the laces of my boot. You are still an absolute bore to a point that the only reason I’m fired up is because I don’t care about you, but that goose. Perhaps you were trying to get into the spooky season and trying to scare me, and maybe you had the right idea. Maybe that goose is a picture of myself, bloody, beaten but the lack of success of my recent stint and run in this industry. But look at me, and look at you. You’re broken, you’re cracked, you’re worn down, while I am still the arrogant son of a bitch that goes around living the life, embodying the spirit that gave the world the Pickle Moongoose, The Boys, and the gift of .. The Goose. I am simply the man that keeps on giving. Don’t take advantage of my generosity, after all, the last time you did that, your fizzled out fairly quickly, and I have to say, what a damn waste. You beat me once, you think I’m just going to let you beat me again and attempt to jumpstart a career that is about as dead as that Goose you posted? Nah, now that it’s clear as day that you ain’t anything special, I’m not in the giving mood this week.
 
I’m more in the mood for Vengeance. For myself, and for that Goose. I mean, what the fuck is wrong with you posting that? Don’t you know I got boys using the social media, and it hard enough to protect them from Carlo Rosso’s tweet, but I don’t expect this kind of behavior from you. Animal Cruelty? That’s worse than the brutality on white women that are on Carlos’ feed. Well, this one is for them.
 
(The Goose raises his fists In the air and looks upward. The Interviewer looks at him confused)
 
Interviewer: What are you doing?
 
The Goose: Geez, where are my manners?
 
(The Goose extends out his pinky fingers as he continues to raise his fists in the air)
 
The Goose: Gooses all over the world! Lend me your energy! So that I can put this vile piece of shit in his place. Do it for your fallen breathen .
 
(Images of Gooses all over the world standing up and flapping their wings are shown)
 
The Goose:  Yes… I’m really feeling it. Can you?!!
 
Interviewer: You know what? I think I can!
 
(The Interviewer raises his hands up to give energy, before the Goose quickly swats it down!)
 
The Goose: I said this was for the Gooses, you idiot. Nobody asked you for your energy.
 
(The Goose continues to raise his fist in the air as the interviewer steps backwards and slip aways. The camera-man follows the interviewer, from the background, The Goose can be heard.)
 
The Goose: What is that? I’ve never felt so much power! YES! YES! YES! I CAN DO THIS! I FEEL GREAT!
Zumi
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 12th 2018, 11:58 pm by Zumi
Promo #1
“I’ve always taught my JET Dojo students one thing, Pro-wrestling is a sport for the resilient. No matter how dark the tunnel will be for your journey, keep pushing on no matter what and you’ll soon see the light at the end.”

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The first match where I’m Ring of Opportunity holder and I still get a wide smile on my face when I say it. This is everything I have strived and worked towards. Now we’re on the road towards Civil War, the go home show for Odyssey and its time to test ourselves as a unit heading into the big 8-woman tag. Now I know April Song really well, we’ve competed against each other multiple times and I’m sure she has gotten much better since the last time we’ve met in the ring. Right now there’s no time to think about Team SSW, we can focus on them when we get there but right now it's all about Wolvesden and Aphrodite Marie. All four of my opponents are talent, there is no doubt about that. Each of them could easily be challenging for my Ring or TyAnna Jupiter’s women title. There’s no question about their ability to get the job done but in front of them stand four of Odessey’s best.

I’ve said this many times but this is the go-big or go-home run for my career and I may have fallen to Wolvesden before but now, that won’t matter cuz I hold the biggest opportunity in the world right on my finger. I’m gonna be honest I don’t like Roxy hell, more like I despise her. My hatred for Roxy is heavily outweighed by the respect I have for TyAnna and Savannah. Those two represent what the best parts of Odyssey and show that being resilient till the end is the best way to move forward.

Now we move on to my opponents, and first I want to speak about Diantha Moreau. It’s been a while since I directly spoke about you and to be honest, I’m glad to see grown a lot since our match at the Osaka Dome. I said this when I first met you, there is a great deal of talent locked away inside you and it seems you busted that lock by joining Wolvesden. Good for you to be honest. Even though you’re with this crazy cult of people, I feel like you will get better and better with each passing day. Seeing the dark side of this world before realizing that it’s going to lead you nowhere is the perfect way to learn and grow as a competitor. Maybe one day you can challenge for this ring yourself and you can put a show alongside me once again in the squared circle but for now… I think you still won’t be able to defeat me one-on-one. Even it seems like I’m down on you then don’t think like that, use these words as a way to push harder because like I’ve said I intend on pushing every single competitor I face to their absolute limit and beyond. Doesn’t matter which promotion they are from, I intend on pushing Women’s wrestling to an era where it’s far superior to the men. 

That goal is something is far more important than Wolvesden and their antics. This is about changing the whole business and we here on Team Odyssey are stepping together to pay tribute to one of the greatest women to have ever lived period. That alone is far greater than anything Wolvesden plans to do on Odyssey.
Natalie Cage
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 12th 2018, 9:53 pm by Natalie Cage
[Natalie Cage]
[Family is Fleeting]
[The Devil's Path]
[September 12, 2018]
[Who let Roxy out of school early?]

[Natalie is sitting in the back of a Humvee in transit. Next to her, Diantha Moreau. In the passenger seat, Roni De Vil. The identity of the driver is unknown]
 
Diantha: What about what she said?
 
[Natalie is looking out of the window, seemingly without a care in the world]
 
Natalie: Who?
 
Roni: Roxy.
 
[Natalie looks Roni dead in the eye, a slight grin creeps over her face, her voice not as distant]
 
Natalie: The child? Remind me again what it was that she said.
 
Diantha: That you’ve destroyed Wolvesden, that you’re a detriment to our team.
 
Natalie: Ah yes, I briefly recall something like that. She really is an entertaining little scamp, isn’t she? Precocious to a fault. Youth may be fleeting, but it must be nurtured.
 
Roni: But is she right?
 
Natalie: It’s not a question of right or wrong. It’s a question of perspective. I can see Roxy’s point. She is part of a team united by a common cause, we are simply the ones who have been selected to stop them. She sees the strength of that cause as strong enough to overcome whatever obstacles they meet along the way. It’s sound logic from where she sits. Sadly, she isn’t sitting at the adults table. I feel sorry for those women. TyAnna, Azumi, Savannah. I mean sure, they’re all on eggshells with each other as it is, but to hang around that juvenile delinquent? Fuck, are we even allowed to beat her up on Saturday or would it incur criminal punishment?
 
[Roni and Diantha laugh, the usual Wolvesden banter hasn’t died]
 
But you have to see my perspective, it’s the only perspective you need right now. She is too busy focusing on Wolvesden, but we know that there are bigger things at play. Wolvesden is a family and families fight, this is unavoidable. The reason I’ve took you ladies out of there is not to drive a wedge between anyone, it’s to bring us closer together. Wolvesden as an entity will forever be strong, but we are not faceless tools. We are our own women. We are powerful beasts who wield the instruments of fate, we need only submit ourselves to fate’s will. Roxy has made the critical error of believing what her and her teammates are facing is a fractured Wolvesden and not a renewed trio with an axe to grind. I’ve never felt closer to my sisters. I look at the two of you and see something greater than any singular force. I see a union of strength, power, cunning, tenacity, efficiency, and ruthlessness.
 
I do not have the same feeling when I look at our opponents. I see disrespect, randomness, bitterness. We’re dealing with opponents who are playing all of this by ear. Roxy has every right to boast, and I’ll allow her that. She is a former champion, she does have this business in her blood. Truth is that I don’t care. None of us do. Do you know how many people I’ve seen who hang their hats on such meaningless boasts? “Oh, my parents are legends!” So fucking what? My parents are nobodies, we still work the same job, Roxy. “I was a champion!” Yeah, so was Hendrix and she’s disappeared off the face of the planet. The past will always fade. It’s all about what’s happening in the here and now. Roxy will never be over losing to TyAnna, it’s the only thing that’s driving her to continue at this point. She keeps on going in the faint hope that she’ll reclaim her prize down the line. Vindication is already in the back of my mind. It was a minor blip on a tapestry that we are weaving at this very moment.
 
History is permanent, but what’s coming is whatever you want it to be. Roxy is so preoccupied with reminding us of how irritating she is that she can’t even see that we consider her to be worth the dirt beneath our boots. Champions come and go, it doesn’t mean anything unless you’re the one holding the gold. And TyAnna’s impressed me more in the last month than Roxy has since she reached voting age.
 
Diantha: But TyAnna is the enemy!
 
Natalie: And you must always, ALWAYS respect your enemy!
 
Roni: So you respect Roxy?
 
Natalie: Roxy isn’t our enemy, is she? An enemy is someone who poses a genuine threat. Not someone who hopelessly flings childish insults at the wall in the hope that they’ll get to us. TyAnna, I’ve come to realise, is special. She’s a rare breed. Selfless, talented, beautiful, and has a killer instinct. In another reality, we’re probably friends. In another reality, she’s sitting in this vehicle with us right now. But we do not choose our reality. We make do with the hand we are dealt. For the third time, we will be crossing paths with TyAnna Jupiter. It’s 1-1 with all to play for. She is confident that she has assembled the right team for the job. While I question her judgement, I will never question her will.
 
She is right. This is a battle to honour a great woman. Brody Sparks is the reason the three of us are sitting here having this conversation. Tyanna’s seen the light, she gets it. She gets that there is sometimes more nobility in fighting for the memory of someone than for any prize.
 
Diantha: Then why even bother fighting them?
 
Natalie: Stop the car.
 
[The car screeches to a halt. Natalie gets out of the Humvee and walks around to Diantha’s door. Opening it, she simply rests her head on Diantha’s lap and gazes into her eyes]
 
Why indeed. Why fight the women who fight for a cause greater than our own right now? Because that’s what must be done. Fate works in ways we can never understand. We must take her guidance and follow it as well as we can. Fate has made things clear: take the fight to these women and show them that there are greater things out there than them. Show them there is a world beyond championship gold and petty rivalries. If they truly cared about putting their own spats aside, Roxy wouldn’t have thrown her own team under the bus, would she?
 
Diantha: No.
 
Natalie: But she did, and you know why? Because she’s covering her own interests. Because she knows that when they lose, she can look to three different resting spots to place the blame. She can tell herself and the world that her teammates weren’t watching her back. Would we make such an excuse for each other? Never. And that’s what separates us and them. Roxy can’t see a true bond because she doesn’t know what one is. She’d have sold out her “legendary” parents already if not for the fact that she’s biologically obligated to love them. This is why I’ve told you to never hang your hat on a family. Loving someone because you have to is not healthy. I have chosen this love. I have chosen to be with you two. That means so much more than pre-conceived notions of familial unions.
 
[Natalie hops across Diantha’s lap and back into her seat, closing the door as she goes]
 
Drive.
 
[The vehicle starts back up and the women sit in silence for a while, until Roni chimes in]
 
Roni: So can they afford this loss?
 
Natalie: Can anyone? Four massive egos. Four individualists with agendas. They need all the confidence they can muster for Civil War. TyAnna says that the number one priority is fighting in the name of Brody Sparks, and I think she believes it. But deep down, everybody wants a win just a little bit. We’re human, winning is what we do. Winners get to dictate the future. TyAnna always wins, it’s what she does. I don’t know if she’s even mentally prepared for the possibility of losing. Her optimism and confidence is both her biggest strength and weakness. A walking contradiction. A woman who it is impossible to imagine as anything but a winner, but as someone who we know damn well that we can beat. Isn’t that such fun?
 
[All three women nod in agreement]
 
We’re here.
 
[The car stops as they sit and wait]
 
I’ll do the talking, Aphrodite Marie is not a woman who you want to get on the wrong side of. But with the addition of her to our ranks, who are we to be questioned? This union can only forge stronger bonds, and letting in an outsider is not necessarily a bad thing.
 
[Natalie exits the vehicle, Diantha and Roni remain]
 
Trust me. When the world sees us all standing strong, it will have no choice but to admit that we’re on the right side of history.
 
[STATIC]
Bad Boy Know
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 12th 2018, 8:48 pm by Bad Boy Know
One

Just a clarification for everyone who may still be confused. Odyssey is not the TyAnna Jupiter show. I am not protected by management. I hold the championship and key to this city because I am most deserving of it. I have proven time and time again that there is nobody more fit to hold
my title and represent this brand. So all of you who want to disrespect me because you were just another name who stepped up and fell, aren’t doing yourselves any favors.

At Civil War we will go to war with SSW and as much as I am the captain of OWA’s team, this match is not about me. This match is not about the OWA Women’s Championship, it is not about Odyssey, it’s not even about OWA and SSW. We are paying tribute to one of the most important people who has ever been apart of what we do. Someone who was strong, beautiful, and was one of the people who made it so women can stand where we stand and get even a fraction of the respect we deserve. This match is about paying that favor forward. But this week on Odyssey my team has to prove that we are the best of the best in OWA to represent this division at Civil War.

What I want against April Song’s team is a clash of the greatest women this sport has to offer and in order to do that we have to show the world that’s exactly what we are. It doesn’t matter how ruthless our opponents are, we have a responsibility to earn our right to honor the memory of Brody Sparks in the most legitimate way possible. It’s essential that we beat Wolvesden and Aphrodite to show why we are the best four women OWA has against the best four women in SSW in order to properly pay tribute to the best!

We will prove that we are united and that there is nobody better to represent the excellence that has earned us the honor of reminding everyone of someone who changed the perception of women in this sport.
Roni De Vil
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 12th 2018, 8:02 pm by Roni De Vil


Hawthorne Heights Issue #3---Odyssey
Promo Number One
(OOC Note: Its shit but at least it's something)

“the greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world SHE didn't exist.”
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“A wolf pup is nothing without its pack.”


“Its home.”

“Its clan.”

“But most of all...its Family.”

||HEAVENS’S DEN||THE NEW HOME OF THE DEVIL||

A video camera turns on and starts showing Roni De Vil standing in the dark woods near the Heaven's Den. A sharp toothy grin can be seen through the light of the camera beaming in her face. Her eyes were more darker than ever and filled with...death. “Now..Before my lord Drake found me and saved me from this dirty dirty world, I was nothing but a weakling. A sad pathetic worm in the ground of Odyssey...that’s it. I was clinging onto life while others passed me by. Beat me down and kicked mud in my face, laughing as they did but no more....Not now since I found where I was meant to be...or more like they found me”  Roni shakes her head, her grinning lips widen. “Wolvesden. The Wolves of OWA. Two weeks ago after I failed against the shit for brains, JESSYKAH SCHWARZ, I felt numb. I felt like I was meant to be in OWA and I should go home...that is till Kenny Drake found me and offered me a home...and I said yes. I said yes because I KNEW the power I can claim by working alongside the Wolf and I knew I could find what I needed there too. So here I am with my pack. My sisters: Natalie Cage and Diantha Moreau. I might be the young pup in the group but I promise you all I will still back the throats of each and every girl that crosses this Devil Wolf’s path.”

Roni looks down at the ground for a moment before looking back at the camera, “TyAnna Jupiter, Savannah Sunshine, Sweet Roxy, & Azumi Goto. Women of power. Women who hold much but at the same time, hold nothing at all.” She smirks happily, “Women like Savannah and Roxy. Two women that in only a matter of weeks had lost it all. Their Championships and Rings. All the power they have held has been nothing but smokes and mirrors. Just a lame Hat trick to make themselves look better than us all but just like that--” Roni snaps her fingers, “--it was gone. Their worlds fell like the Berlin Wall and they only had themselves to blame. Yes, now they are nothing but shells of themselves...Well mostly Sav. Roxy, on the other hand, has her families money and pride to fall back on so she's fine but Sunhoe? Nah. She has nothing. No ring. No Stick of a boyfriend anymore. She is alone without her gold and is back at the bottom of the food chain. It's pretty funny to be honest. Now she sits in the back, sad. Broken. God, its fantastic and the woman I have to thank for this amazing sadness unfold that I get to watch is---Azumi Goto!” Roni claps her hands together happily, “Thank you, Goto for actually doing something ONCE in your career and taking down the rotten mouthed beast. Now she won’t taint the Women’s Championship and the world is saved...But of course, there is always another monster at the castle, which you get to face one day soon and that's what makes me think...how are you two going to co-exist knowing that at ANY moment, you could jump Tyanna and her crimson chin?” Roni taps her own chin, “It would be amazing to see. I mean I dunno about the others in this match but I would love to see two good girls who want the same championship just pulling hair and turning on eachother. It makes our job A LOT easier...and it would be one hell of a show too.”  

Shaking her head as she laughed, Roni looked at the camera once again, “BUT...In the end, No one in this match matters as much as the Wolves...and together we will kill each and everyone woman that wrestles on Odyssey and that, my loves...thats a promise.”




“THE DEVIL-WOLF HAS SPOKEN”

 WORDS:  Meh | TAGGED:TyAnna Jupiter, Savannah Sunshine, Sweet Roxy, & Azumi Goto
© RONI DE VIL


Kiara Roberson
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 12th 2018, 6:41 pm by Kiara Roberson
Getting On the Right Track

[Kiara is seen, sitting inside the living room and atop a caramel two seat sofa within the home she is renting currently. Or rather, that she recently rented, so that she had somewhere stable to call "home", rather than moving from hotel to hotel as she had been ever since her arrival to the United States. To the OWA.]

You're right Rochelle. 

Luck *hasn't* been on my side lately. I can't deny that at all. Three straight weeks, I have lost. First to Eris. Then to Natasha Night. Then last week to Roxy, even if her method of victory wasn't necessarily something people would call "decisive" or "clean". 

Though as Emily told me on the phone after the match "Sometimes, that's how wrestling goes. You need to be aware of *all* potential circumstances," Which I admittedly wasn't. So, I really can't blame Roxy from using that to her advantage at all, because I would've done the same thing if the roles were reversed. 

[Slightly laughing, Kiara wriggles her body, attempting to find the absolutely perfect sitting position.] 

I don't think anyone can argue that they wouldn't have, because we've *all* looked to take advantage of certain situations. Tried to mould things so that they're what favour *us* over anyone else. Trust me, I've had experience with that. 

[Winking, she slyly smiles, leaving it up to those who know her to decipher what she means with that statement.] 

I'll let those who know, figure out who I am talking about though. 

[Curling the right corner of her mouth up, she slightly laughs, before resting her back against the cushion.] 

Back to Rochelle though. You and I are similar. For us, this is our "big break". Our opportunity to shine and show the world that we *can* as they like to claim "make it". Defy the odds. Though you *do* have more experience. You've cut your teeth more than I have in this industry, as I'm sure plenty of people would be willing to point out. 

[Smiling, "tweets" and other social media posts appear on the screen, pointing out that Kiara is still "raw" in the industry.] 

Don't let that fool you though. Because all that means to me, is that I still have a long way to go. A lot of work to do, in order to prove people wrong. A lot more that I can learn, each and every time I step between those ropes. Each time i step into the gym with Aris. Each time I push myself beyond limits that I didn't even know that I had. Even if that means taking your shine. Your spotlight away from you and letting it sparkle around me. 

[Her eyes slightly closing, she allows the thoughts of her sister and family to float through her mind, before she returns her focus to the camera.] 

I promised my family. I promised Miranda that I would go out there and do her proud. Show them that we *can* hang. That we can blaze our own passage through the industry, no matter what. This week, will be another exhibit of that, 

Rochelle. I'm sorry - I know you're "Thick Momma Pump". I know you've been known as the dominatior in distress, but this week, my flower is the one to break through. This week, I make sure I get back on the right track. 

[We fade, as Kiara shoots a final smile in our direction.]
Rochelle
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 12th 2018, 3:13 pm by Rochelle

☺️ FIRST IMPRESSIONS ☺️






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[This scene opens within a stiffy, luxury loft located upon the edge of Long Island. The elegance and ambiance was quite evident, everything being color coded to white aside from the black tile on the ground. With her Iphone out, she pressed record and begin to speak]

Rochelle: Omega Wrestling Alliance, huh? My first real big break in wrestling, and I can't say I could be more happy. So far, I've had a warm welcome in this organization, but we all know that will not last long. With so many individuals and personalities around, someone is bound to come for me, and that's fine; I stay woke and ready to throw down and defend myself against anyone. And I mean anyone. 

[Rochelle flips her bang away from her face, trying to show off the fire within her big, beautiful brown eyes that were complimented by a dark brown eye shadow.]

Rochelle: Now, I don't want to spoil my goals here in OWA, but tomorrow night, I start my journey against a woman who hasn't had the best of luck here. Kiara Roberson may be on a three-match losing streak, but that doesn't mean that I'll be seeing her as a lay-up for me. Even in defeat, she has shown that she's hungry, fierce, and determined, which are valuable tools unteachable in the world of professional wrestling. So, I know that she will come into Odyssey with guns a blazin'. And I will as well, because I did not come this far to be set back so far. You see, in my last company, I was called the Dominator in Distress for a reason, because my favorite position in the ring...is on top. *Points upward* So Kiara, you better be ready and prepare for what Thicc Mama Pump has coming to you.

[The feed then cuts out]


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Sweet Roxy
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 11th 2018, 5:47 pm by Sweet Roxy
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“Mother always says that the wisest decision you can ever make when being a team player… is to only be loyal to yourself.”


I suppose some people are simply blessed with the right amount of charisma and flair in their words and actions that it doesn’t trouble them to talk about success and speak in front of the cameras or do what they have to do in the squared circle. Like an actor who is only known for their roles on TV and Movies, used to the scripts and multiple takes, and the cameras hiding their undesirable screw-ups… you would never guess that they could actually come forth and prove that they could also sing in a musical number live on theatre. With it, the applause gets louder, and the crowd stands for an ovation because they would never guess that a measly television actor could get out of their comfort zones and learn new things, and be great at it. And then there are those whose territories and abilities are within their safe space. They could not be bothered to learn new skills because they know they’d be a laughingstock if they tried. They are ungifted. They are incompetent. They are inflexible. And with these attributes, they fail to evolve into better performers… And on a normal day, these parasites don’t deserve the help of an intellectual and charismatic star performer like me.  They don’t deserve an ounce of my display of talent and greatness in their shitshow, and I really could not care any less where Odyssey stands against Strong Style Wrestling. So you’re right, in a way, Natalie Cage. What’s really stopping me from putting a bruise on Tyanna Jupiter’s face or slamming Azumi Goto’s forehead right on the steel post? What’s stopping me from ditching these small-scaled wastes of space and let SSW take the defining moment? Simple. I’m not a moron like you. I’m not an imbecile like the rest of Wolvesden. All of you go through so much trouble and threaten the entire OWA with numbers, and from where I’m standing, you get little to no reward after so much effort. There’s the Bloodline Tag Team Championships… and… Did the list just end there? I am a second-generation wrestler who has made her presence known and shook the airwaves of OWA, I continuously get better and evolve with every match that I compete in, I only get stronger. And I could go on about how my teammates are lesser-skilled and pitiful, but that is so much better than a straight up irrelevant piece of trash like Natalie Cage. I would rather team up with Azumi Goto and Savannah Sunshine who have had years of experience in this business than fight alongside braindead pretenders like Diantha Monreau and Roni De Vil, and it baffles me so much how you can stand them for five more seconds, because you seem like a person who operates on self-awareness, when you don’t even realize that you’re on the wrong side of the border. I would guess that at least you would be OWA Women’s Champion by now, and you’re not! You’re too stupid to use your resources, numbers, and manpower to get the job done. You’re not Women’s Champion because you're an emotional mess who would contemplate for five minutes before throwing for a single punch. You’re weak, scrap. All of you are just soldiers with no weapons. All of you are coming into battle with no strategy in mind, and I would not even be slightly surprised if that’s how you’re going to show up at Odyssey next week. TyAnna Jupiter is a massive bitch that hates me for being prettier and more well-versed in the ring than she could ever be, but at least she clung to the smallest weakness to snatch away my title. But that’s okay, I hate her guts too, and really, the only thing I ever want is for her to stop being DeMarco’s protected wuss and grant me a rematch, but it is what it is. These are not my sisters. These are not my friends. Everyone who knew me can certainly tell that I am loyal to no one but myself. I present myself as part of Odyssey not because I care about these stuck-up bitches, but because I pay my endless respect to Brody Sparks. Imagine Sweet Roxy coming forth to save these ungrateful cretins because they couldn’t stand the quickness and resilience of in-ring performers trained in Japan. Imagine Sweet Roxy waving the flag of Odyssey over Tyanna Jupiter’s head because she couldn’t deliver when she was needed the most.


I could go on and on about the opportunities I see for this match, a defining moment that will certainly be remembered for years, while this monkey show “Wolvesden”, a team that you seem to want to leave so much, are only remembered for being beaten the hell out of as a warm-up for our upcoming match. You question my affiliation, my purpose and my future behavior in my team, while you constantly doubt if you even belong in yours, or if anyone even does. Seriously, scrap, if you’re going to point fingers at us for not working together, and then turn around on your team and act melodramatic because of your unfulfilled failure of a career, then it makes you a stupid hypocritical asshat. You have pretty much ruined Wolvesden with one simple address, and everyone knows that you have doubts sowed within that fragile little heart. Indeed, this team of mine has a few cracks, do you think we’re not aware of that? But I would take cracks than parts of a so-called “well-oiled machine” falling apart, rusting and detaching from your side of the gears. It's only a matter of time until you crash and burn.
Amora Ferris
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 11th 2018, 4:05 pm by Amora Ferris
Darkness.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;

Now Omega’s witch awakes.

The camera fades in to reveal a young, dark haired woman in shining green wrestling gear sat in a dimly lit room with a cauldron boiling above a chimney’s open flame behind her. Her piercing emerald eyes stare intently as a coy smile forms on her face.

My name is Amora Ferris and I assure you that you won’t soon forget it. I’ve travelled from Salem to New York to Tokyo to London honing my craft, waiting for the perfect opportunity to find myself a place to call home and then as though fate itself was calling for me, whispering into my ear, my attention was brought to none other than Omega Wrestling Alliance. With me comes mischief and malice like none have ever seen before. That includes the so-called “Blind Bandit” that I make my debut against. I may not be the biggest name to sign pen to paper on an OWA contract but I promise you that I am one of the most deadly to step between these ropes and I certainly don’t need to resort to the use of cutlery to prove so. I consider it rather unfortunate that you’ve had to share your in-ring debut with myself for a loss is never the ideal outcome of one’s first match but, don’t fear, I promise to make things as quick as possible. I’m here for one purpose and one purpose only: to win championship gold. Whether that means going through you or a hundred other different women to reach that goal, it’s one that I will achieve.

Growing up learning about the mystic arts, I’ve learned quite a lot about how humans work, how their minds and bodies can be manipulated and bent to another person’s will and that tool is much more dangerous, much more efficient and much better suited for a professional wrestling ring than any kind of offense that you bring to the table. Simply knowing a martial art or being athletic or flexible isn’t enough and it never will be when the competition for such a high-class women’s division is so tough and riddled with different styles. My style, however, is what will set me apart. I may not  do corkscrews, dive through the ring ropes or perform double springboards but I lay down the law where the action matters most: In. The. Ring.

Amora brushes her brunette locks away from her face as the boiling cauldron begins to bubble over. She looks back and notices before turning back to the camera.

It seems our time together is almost over but never fear, I’m not finished quite yet.

We’re reaching ever closer towards the Hunter’s Moon which would signify the height of my in-ring power. That’s not good news for you, miss Matheson, and worse still for anyone else who challenges me in the squared circle in the coming weeks. There’s no doubt you’re an opponent I can’t afford to take my eyes off, certainly, but as I’ve already said your athletic skills won’t be up to par with the kind of match you’re walking into with me. Perhaps you’ve already shrugged off what I have to say or perhaps you’ve taken it to heart, I don’t know but honestly it won’t matter either way. I’m a force to be reckoned with and I’m here to stay for the long haul. No childish antics are a big enough obstacle to stop me from earning what I want. If you want even a sliver of a chance of walking out with your arm raised at the end of this coming Odyssey then I suggest you bring your A-Game… otherwise you’ll likely be spending the rest of the week licking your wounds and wondering why you didn’t take me more seriously.

The loud hissing sound of boiling water hitting the flames of the chimney fills the room. Amora once again looks back, this time chuckling to herself as she turns back towards the camera. The candlelit room turns completely green and smoke begins to rise from the cauldron.

Welcome to the season of the witch.

Fade to black.
Layne Kurobane
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 11th 2018, 3:21 pm by Layne Kurobane
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The journey has come to an end! There is no further path to walk upon! The memories of his failure no longer haunt Layne Kurobane! They serve as his purpose! His motivation! They ignite a fire that has burned his way back to the greatest challenge of his career! Many have attempted to grasp this opportunity! They have reached out for their own redemption, but only Layne has climbed over them all to come this far! Before him stands the monster that knocked him off of this mountain! The walls surrounding Layne have materialized into a reality! They have become a prison, sealing him within a Steel Cage with this beast for the sake of the Championship he strives for! With a crown of barbed wire, it awaits Layne! This daunting, hellacious structure designed to punish and torture the human body beckons him if he truly desires to take what he believes is his! He must endure it! He must survive it!

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I can’t speak for others in a situation like this. Maybe they’d be terrified just looking at the behemoth they have to go through - locked inside a Barbed Wire Steel Cage. I don’t know. All I know is that I’m truly grateful to you, Monolith.

I’m grateful that you gave me more than what I could have ever asked for when I stepped inside an OWA ring. I wanted to lose. I wanted to have the rug pulled out from under me. I wanted to be absolutely humiliated in every facet, and you delivered that in spades several weeks back. I haven’t forgotten about it. You knew I wouldn’t. We were both well aware the loser would have to relive his failure again and again, and whether that made him rise back up or spiral down into oblivion, it all depended on who we were. I have no doubt you’d be back here right now too, ready to take back what you believe belongs to you. You’re everything I could have ever asked for in an opponent, and you tore straight through me, not through sheer power and size, but by outsmarting me when it mattered the most. They say “Those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it”, and as cliche as that may be, I can’t help but agree. If I walked into this as the same man I was last time, I’d only relive that loss in a brand new way. I don’t doubt what you are anymore, Monolith. You’re the epitome of a Spartan, but don’t think for even one Goddamn second that means I’ll just step aside and let you keep going with that Championship around your waist. No matter what kind of beast you are, there’s not a single soul in this company who isn’t prepared to jump headfirst into this fire, whether it burns them alive or not. You’ve got a perpetual target on your back, not only when you’ve got that Championship around your waist, but by simply being an alpha among alphas. That’s what makes me grateful. You’re everything I want and more.

People would love to chalk this up to “David and Goliath”, but we both know it’s nothing like that. Not in the slightest. Your size and an inhumane structure like a Barbed Wire Steel Cage make no difference to me, I’m sure you know that by now. I’ve never been one to harp on whatever odds get stacked against me, because when it all comes down to it, I don’t have much to lose. I came from nothing, and if I were to fail on Kingdom, I’d go right back to being just another stray dog with more bark than bite. I don’t have much interest in climbing inside your head, but if I had to guess, I wouldn’t doubt that you did what you did on Kingdom to send a message. One that goes far beyond me. I could see that look in your eyes. I know that I’m not what a guy like Scotty Adams was to you. I’m not “destined” to be the guy you go through war against. That’s never been a concern of mine. You looked past me, and saw what lies ahead on your road to dominating this company. You saw who else will take out their knives and attempt to take off your head, along with that Championship. You saw your future when you looked towards me in the ring, and I can’t say I blame you. You’ve been here before, and you’ve beaten me emphatically. This Barbed Wire Steel Cage that’s gonna surround us - that’s a message to the rest of the Omega Wrestling Alliance. Maybe it hurt your pride just a little bit to see me busting my ass every single week while you LITERALLY sat on your ass and watched. I don’t blame you for it. I don’t blame you for taking the words you spat out at me like venom weeks ago when you considered yourself the “Champion of the People”, yet you proceeded to do nothing and less while you held that Championship near and dear to you regardless. I truly hope you’re every bit as good as you think you are. I know you’re good enough to beat me, but are you good enough to sit around and simply wait in the shadows, yet still rip me apart in front of the entire World to remind us exactly what kind of monster you are?

Monsters aren’t real.

Your name doesn’t make you more than a man, nor does anything you’ve accomplished here.

You bleed, and you fall just like anyone else. And when you decide to hide and lie in wait, that sword you use to cut through your enemies will dull, and it will fail you when you need it the most. Do you understand what I’m saying? I know you’re not the man I thought you were when we danced last time. I know there’s more to you than the monstrous persona you carry with you. I pushed you to your limits last time, but this time? This time, I want to rip into you and take out the man that humiliated me last time, and I’m gonna beat him right there inside that Goddamn ring. I know that this isn’t about me. I tried, and I failed. Going through five of the best this show has to offer doesn’t change that. A fool would think that you gave me multiple ways to win by making this match what it is, but we know that’s not the truth. You know there’s no escaping here. You know that this is just a show for you to put everyone on notice of what you’re still capable of, and why you’re still nipping at Finnegan’s heels. I’m an afterthought, and when I’m dead and gone, they won’t remember who the victims were lying in the wake of your destruction. They’ll only remember what you did.

Yet, there is a problem.

Not an ounce of barbed wire is going to stop me. You understand that, right? Did you think I’m here to rely on my pride to get me through? Not a chance. Not for a second. I’ll win this match by any means necessary, Monolith. I didn’t come here for you. I came here for the Spartan Championship, and I will take it even if it costs me my career. Even if I have to climb through every piece of barbed wire! Even if I have to use literally everything in me to bring you down! Even if I have to throw myself off of the Goddamn cage! I will find a way, Monolith! I will win! And even if it destroys me! Even if it ends my career! It will end with me being the Spartan Champion! THAT’S what this means to me! No matter what the cost, I’m leaving Philadelphia as the Spartan Champion…

And you? You can stay in that cage, where you belong.

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Fear creeps up! Layne does not deny it! He embraces it! This has become his magnum opus! His final act! His swan song! It may very well be all that he has left to offer to this World he has thrived in for years! There may be no further road to walk, but he continues onwards! He does not allow fear to lead to his destruction! In fact, he uses it! He makes it his tool! He allows it to be what makes him brave in the face of his potential destruction! He has come this far! Too far! Too far to back down now! Too far to run! Too far to lie down and die like the dog so many have considered him to be! He refuses! He fights! HE LIVES!!!

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Natalie Cage
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post October 11th 2018, 12:03 pm by Natalie Cage
[Natalie Cage]
[The Doom of Doubt]
[Heaven's Den Infirmary]
[October 11, 2018]
[Nate, please come back]

[Natalie is sitting at the end of a hospital bed, hooked up to an IV drip]
 
They call me crazy. I hear them. I hear the way I’m talked about. It doesn’t upset me…nothing does. I get it, really, I do. People do not want to hear what I have to say. They are repulsed by the methods I employ. I’ve learned the hard way these past few weeks what it means to have the entire world against you. Losing at Vindication was not an easy pill to swallow. Lying there on the floor, unable to move and save Diantha from the pin still eats away at me. She didn’t fail me. I failed her.
 
I told Diantha that the world was hers if she just went out and took it. We had our golden shot to make our mark and walked away empty-handed. War taught me that not every battle can be won, but it doesn’t make defeat any easier to cope with. My brother…he…he abandoned me. How did he cope with losing? He left. He fucking packed up shop and left Heaven’s Den. We’ve not seen him since. While he’s busy focusing on himself, marching through opponents on his quest to become God of War, he’s forgot about his family.
 
What kind of a brother leaves his own kin to the mercy of someone like Niki Khan? I thought I knew Nate, perhaps I was wrong. The punishments I devised for myself and Diantha were more than appropriate.
 
[Natalie turns to face the camera, displaying the full extent of her self-inflicted Glasgow smile]
 
My face bears the markings of failure. Every time I look in the mirror, my loss will be remembered. It’s what I must live with. But Niki? Oh, that wasn’t good enough for her. What she put me and Diantha through made me realise something: I have no family. Nate was my family. I thought Wolvesden were my family. But it’s all one big joke. I’ve got my own flesh and blood leaving me to fend for myself against some psycho bitch who’s just been waiting for her opening. Family is meaningless.
 
You don’t choose your family, but I’ve chosen who I decide to be with. Diantha and Roni are the only friends I need in this world. And that’s exactly what they are: friends first, Wolvesden second. Many would say I’ve perhaps become disillusioned. Maybe it’s true. Maybe Wolvesden isn’t what I needed. Maybe it is. I don’t even know anymore.
 
Diantha is the light of my life. She’s the reason I keep on fighting. Everything I do is for her. I might be a little cruel sometimes, but it’s all for her betterment. Diantha is stronger than anyone truly knows, even more than she does. She looked up to me to lead her to the promised land and I didn’t. I take full blame and do not expect her long-term forgiveness. But when I was down there in that pit, going through Niki Khan’s trials, she was right there beside me. We went through it all together and came out still standing. That is the bond we have. It is a bond stronger than Wolvesden. Stronger than family. It is something you cannot manufacture. It is a true, raw, cosmic union of two wandering souls. Love plays as big a part of it as hatred does.
 
Roni…one of the newer recruits. In her I see greatness just waiting to unfold. She cares not for niceties, she exists to fight. I see a lot of myself in her, I was the same back in my army days. Roni’s fire burns bright and it is my job to keep that fire going. If it is snuffed out, failure has struck me down yet again. The world hasn’t yet seen what Roni De Vil has to offer. With my guidance, it will become abundantly clear.
 
Which brings me to the outsider, Aphrodite Marie. Can’t say I’ve talked to her before. But the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and we all know that friendship is what I care about at this present time. What can I say about Aphrodite? She’s beautiful, of that there is no question. She might just be the single most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid my eyes on. But you all know that I look beneath the surface. I know what the world sees when they look at Aphrodite Marie. The world can only take things at face value. It sees a woman who exists to please herself, who only has looks to bring to the table. They think that her beauty will fade and that that will spell her doom. They are fucking idiots.
 
I’ve come to learn in my short time here that this is all one big game. At its heart are politics, backstabbing, secrets and lies. Aphrodite knows exactly how that game is played. She knows damn well that her beauty is her greatest weapon. She knows that in using it to get what she wants, she will always be one step ahead in this game. I admire that in a person. Anyone who can identify the best method with which to attack and utilise it to its full effect is a soldier. Aphrodite does not need traditional weapons. She requires not rifles or swords. She has a face that could stop an army dead in its tracks and lay down its arms. THAT is a strength far greater than regular folk could ever know. To have her on my side is a privilege, because there is power in controlling the entire spectrum of the battlefield.
 
Then there are our foes for Saturday. None other than the supergroup. The team who will lead the charge come Civil War. You all fight for a noble cause, of this there is no doubt. Brody Sparks was and is an icon, an influencer, someone who left a mark on this business that most women only hope to achieve. So yes, your cause is noble, and your pride is tantamount. For you will be taking on the very best that Strong Style Wrestling has to offer.
 
That…that is where our views on Civil War part ways. TyAnna, I respect you. I mean that. I know you won’t believe it and I don’t blame you. But you beat two women in the same match to prove you’re not all talk. But if there is one thing I have over you, it’s tactical prowess. And I must question the team that you have assembled for Civil War. As individuals, it makes perfect sense on paper. You’ve got yourself, the champ. Azumi Goto, current Queen of the Ring. Savannah Sunshine, inaugural Queen of the Ring. And then of course, Sweet Roxy, the longest-reigning OWA Women’s Champion in history.
 
Quite the formidable line-up, I must admit. But where’s the cohesion? The continuity? There are cracks in this foundation before the building has even commenced. I do not see differences being put aside for this team to work. SSW are a promotion based on teamwork. Everyone has a set, everyone belongs somewhere. You have a faction of loners who are all too self-absorbed to work together.
 
I mean just look at the history here. You beat Roxy to win the title, capping off a horribly bitter rivalry that saw blood spilled on both sides. You two hate each other, you said so yourself. How long can that alliance hold? I don’t even see you making it as far as Civil War, not with us standing in your way. Azumi Goto is quite possibly the worst pick of them all. She can take you on whenever she wants for your title, you’re gonna be constantly looking over your shoulder when you’re out there. She had Roxy dead to rights for the title at Boiling Point and got screwed. You think she’s over that? Not in a million years. And then there’s Savannah, the woman she took that Ring of Opportunity from. Little Miss Sunshine had her shot at championship gold ripped away by a woman you now expect her to partner with. And Savannah isn’t exactly a testament to tag team brilliance. The Sugar Girls imploded because of ego, Savannah was unable to even keep her best friend because of a ring. What is she? A Hobbit?
 
Yes, I’m looking at a field of talented women, all of whom have a link to the other in some fashion. All of you have every reason to beat the shit out of a peer at any given moment. And you’re stepping up against women who only have each other. We’re more than just Wolvesden, we’re the three women inside of it who have to stick together to survive. Every time you see us, we’re fighting for our lives. We will not consider the fact that you need your confidence at a high to win at Civil War. If it means teaching you that you were foolish in your team choices, we will gladly beat you and let SSW get the glory at Civil War. Aphrodite knows that our cause is to remind the world that Odyssey isn’t the TyAnna Jupiter Show. You might like to think that it is, but you’ve done nothing but lessen opportunities for others. You’ve surrounded yourself with the women who threaten your spot, in a transparent bid to hold onto your title that little bit longer.
 
It’s as plain as day, and we aim to expose it. Azumi can take advantage of you whenever she likes. Roxy never got her rematch, which I imagine would lead to a lot of resentment. And at this rate, Savannah Sunshine’s opportunity of becoming women’s champion is fading slowly out of existence. This will be the last stand for all of you, I hope you don’t take it too personally.
 
[Natalie gets up from her bed and removes the IV, before limping out of the room towards a now in frame Diantha Moreau and Roni De Vil]
 
Sorry to keep you waiting, friends. We have to go an meet up with a certain Goddess of Love to discuss further plans.
 
[STATIC]
 

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