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

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

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Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) March 22nd 2019, 1:14 am by Guest

A Power Ballad for Odyssey

“Hey, this thing on?” a woman's voice is heard saying.

We are then shown Ronnie in a motel wearing her normal get up of a Black Sabbath t-shirt, her denim vest, and ripped denim pants. She looks at the camera for a couple of seconds to make sure it is on.

"So, I don't know how to quite do this type of thing properly, I guess you can say, but I have this camera and might as well as give it a try. I really don't know where to begin, I know absolutely nothing about Lieta except for what her Wikipedia page says, but who knows if what I read on there holds any truth. Because you know anyone can edit those things and say whatever they want."

Ronnie pauses for a minute, and takes her hands and runs them through her hair.

"God, I knew this was a bad idea. I mean, I got kicked out of my own band because I broke up with the Bassist. I had to move all the way to Chicago and got stuck in this...roach motel until I get some money to get something better. I was kicked out of the last promotion I was in because I broke the rules and I wanted to challenge the champion to a Deathmatch and when she kept refusing I kept calling her out on being scared to face me in my own domain."

Ronnie lets out a sigh.

"But at least OWA decided to sign me so I have that going for me, which is nice. Though to be fair just like my childhood, I stick out and don't quite fit in. The women on Odyessy are either Techincal, High Flyers, Japanese Strong Style, or so forth. I'll be the only brawler and hardcore specialist on the roster meaning I am easily outclassed unless I get in a Hardcore match or even Lord forbid a Deathmatch than I'll be playing with madness."

Ronnie looks down at the floor and takes a deep breath and exhales. Ronnie is heard in a whispery voice, "I need to stay focus and quit rambling." Ronnie takes another deep breath before looking back up.

"Okay, Lieta I first must start off by saying I admire you. I mean, you are everything I would like to be from being successful in two things you love, I am guessing, to being dominate. The one thing I do admire the most through your 'Never Say Die!' attitude. That may not be your exact attitude in fact from what I have read it is more brutal like Death Metal, but you are determined to get what you want no matter the cost and I like that. When I began my journey of Professional Wrestling I was determined to show that Women can hang with men in the Hardcore/Deathmatch scene and damn it I did. I went through glass plates, fully barbed wire matches, and even three stages of Deathmatch, which was super brutal. Think of it like Blackened Death Metal just straught brutality, but in the end, it was worth it as I showed that I could hang with the best and even the men in that style of wrestling."

Ronnie lets out a smile remembering everything she had done before.

"Now getting down to business, I can't help but find the whole 'Global Domination of the Wrestling World' thing kind of funny. I mean, that is the literal plot to every cartoon like Transformers or G.I. Joe or every Spy/Action movie there is like every James Bond villain or even like The Empire from Star Wars. I just couldn't help myself from laughing at how generic, plain, and overplayed that is. It is even weirder that you or whoever named your group Ground Zero. Do you realize the irony here, right? I won't point it out for you, but yeah it is quite ironic."

"You also have this God...or well should I say Monarch Complex about yourself and it is just sickening, to say the least. You walk around acting like you are the cream of the crop and unbeatable and unstoppable, but guess what everyone thought the Titanic was unsinkable and it sunk. I also couldn't help, but to find it ironic as well when you said 'I don’t have any interest in friendship, honesty, and comradery.' You do realize comradery and friendship mean one in the same right? As well if you have no interest in honesty than that means you love it when people lie to you, and to me, that sounds stupid. Trust me, I know about doing or being or saying something stupid. I bashed my opponent's head with a steel chair in a Submission match and lost my championship, that I worked hard for, and was suspended for 30 days."

Ronnie looks down again and runs her hands through her hair again, and whispers, "God, this is so bad." Ronnie looks back up at the camera.

"I also don't get this whole 'I am owned everything' attitude you have as well. You act like since you were a big deal in MMA, JET, LAW, and what other promotions you were in than that automatically gives you the right to go straight to top or gives you the right to step on other because fuck them, am I right? Everything I have ever done I did because I worked myself to death and back just to achieve my dream or my goals. You know what though? it was worth it in the end even if it meant getting broken bones, stitches, blood transfusions, or whatever. Even if I didn't win I got right back up and kept moving because I don't only listen to Rock N' Roll, but I live it. I live my life to the fullest no matter the cost just like Rock N' Roll"

"I could keep going on, but ti will just get repetitive and boring, though I guess what else would be new for me. So Lieta, you may win against, but no matter the cost whether it is you putting me in a submission and me not tapping or you inflicting enough damage to the point where I can't get up just remember I'll get right back and be ready to fight again. With that, I bid y'all a goodbye, a good day or night, and good luck."

Ronnie leans forward to turn the camera and we faintly hear, "God, that was awful."

Burning Sky/Promo No. 1

“A Hard Pill to Swallow”

[The scene opens to a hotel room balcony, showing Bull Connors sitting on a chair and watching the night sky. For a while, he seems to be quietly contemplating something. With nothing but the sounds of Downtown Los Angeles filling the air. Until he leans down to pick up a half-drunk bottle of Rolling Rock and chugs the rest of it down. He then sets it aside, the camera pans down and reveals that it’s the third one he’s had so far. He leans back against the chair and exhales deeply, before turning his head towards the camera.]

“I fucked up. I hate to say it and I really don’t want to admit to myself that I did, but I fucked up. I made a mistake, one that was easily preventable, and I paid the price for it. You see, when I initially heard that we were gonna be defending the OWA Openweight Tag Team Championship against the Wild Boys, I scoffed. I damn-near laughed them out of the building. I thought to myself: “The Wild Boys?! You mean those guys who have a goddamn Duran Duran song as their theme? Get the fuck out of here! They don’t stand a single fuckin’ chance against us.” In hindsight, I don’t know how I could’ve taken them seriously. I mean, they’re just...such complete and utter cornballs. How can anyone listen to these clowns talk for more than a minute and not think they’re a joke? Coming into the match, I thought that it would be nothing more than an “appetizer”. An easy title defense that’d eventually set up the main course, a rematch against The Dollhouse. Who were so bitter about their loss to us that they felt the need to proclaim themselves as the “OWA Women’s Tag Team Champions”, in a desperate attempt to try and protect their fragile little egos from the fact that they lost.”

“Of course, things never work out exactly the way that you expect them to. As much as I would’ve loved to get my hands around the scrawny little necks of those intolerable skanks. I don’t have a Tag Team Championship around my waist anymore, the Wild Boys do, and it was entirely due to my insistence on underestimating them. You know? It hurts, because for those 34 days, I was on cloud motherfuckin’ nine. I knew that I achieved something special. I was God of War and one-half of the tag team champions. I took pride in knowing that, even years later, I’ll be in that small handful of people who’ve accomplished such a feat. Yet, it’s precisely because of that pride...that I’m no longer a Tag Team Champion. It sucks, but there’s no point in concerning myself with it any longer than I already have. As of right now, I’ve got something even more important on my mind. It seems that Tarah’s already moved on from it, so I’m going to move on from it.”

[Bull rises from his seat and goes towards the fridge, opening it and staring at a half-empty six-pack, he reaches down for another beer...but seems to change his mind and closes the fridge. He walks towards the front of his bed, now facing the camera directly.]

“You know, I’m still a bit thirsty but...if I’m going to get wasted, then I’m going to do it after I win tomorrow’s match. Speaking of which, I’ve got to say, I’m genuinely surprised that it’s taken this long for me to even wrestle Christopher Sabretooth one-on-one. After all, we’ve both been on Olympus since the day that we signed to OWA. Both of us have been touted as some of the company’s brightest young talents. The ones who will eventually rise to where CM Nas, Jacob Senn, Tarah Nova and Carlos Rosso are. Yet, we’ve never had a one-on-one match before. Which isn’t to say that we’ve never wrestled against each other, but every single one of those times that we have, it’s been a match that’s involved other people. That’s what makes this so interesting. This time, there aren’t going to be any outside factors to distract us. It’s just going to be you and me in that ring, and let me tell you, I’ve been waiting for this for a very long time.”

“I don’t think anyone’s going to be surprised when I say this, but I’ve never liked you. From the moment that you showed up and started running your mouth about how you’re the “Last Real Wrestler” left in the business, I instantly knew that I wouldn’t like you. Plenty of people in this industry have come from amateur wrestling backgrounds and I happen to be one of those people. So having heard you constantly talk yourself up about it, like you’re something special and worthy of admiration, really rubbed me the wrong way. Don’t get me wrong. I take pride in my past as an amateur wrestler, but quite frankly, I don’t want it to be what defines me in the eyes of others. I certainly don’t expect to be given opportunities or treated like I’m the second coming of Jesus Christ because of it. I’ve fought for every single opportunity that I’ve been given and I don’t expect that to change, hell, I don’t want that to change. The fight is something that I live for. The fight to become the absolute best at whatever I’m doing. I live for the competition and the challenge. It’s one of the biggest reasons that I even became an amateur wrestler. It’s why I decided to become a professional wrestler. For me, the thrill and sensation of winning a hard-fought match is something that’s matched by virtually nothing.”

“Christopher, up until now, the most that we’d ever interacted with each other...was nothing more than an occasional exchange of insults. As far as I knew, you were still the same Christopher Sabretooth that I fought at Hardcore Havoc or Boiling Point. A egotist who constantly put down others for being nothing more than a “hype job” or an “irrelevant loser”. Ironically, both of those terms are now being used whenever your name is mentioned. It must be a hard pill to swallow, to go from defeating Gareth Cason and ending his multi-month Television Championship run, from fighting for the Omega Heavyweight Championship to...nothing. Despite all of the opportunities that you’ve been given, you’ve gained nothing from them. You’ve lost your Television Championship and you’ve lost both of your Omega Heavyweight Championship matches. It seemed like you’ve begun to run out of steam. All of that hype riding behind you after winning the Television Championship, was gone in the span of about a month. Now, you’re being given another opportunity. A chance to compete in OWA’s first-ever Ascension To The Heavens match, a briefcase that will allow you to challenge for any World Championship, whenever you want. However, if you want to get it, you’ll have to go through me. You’re going to have to earn this opportunity, because I’m not going to take this match lightly. I may have the God of War medallion, but I’m not going to waste an opportunity at potentially winning both World Championships.”

“Once upon a time, I was worried that all of the people who called me a “hype job” were telling the truth. For the first 5 months of my tenure in OWA, I lost every single PPV match that I competed in. After a while, I truly started to doubt myself and my abilities as a competitor. I just couldn’t win a big match to save my life. I let the insults get to me, even when I said that they didn’t hurt me at all. Looking back on it, I needed to beat Nate Cage. I needed to win the God of War medallion. I needed to prove that I could win a high-stakes match. I didn’t want to be categorized as someone who will always be known for chasing opportunities, instead of capitalizing on them. Ironically, a man who’d constantly derided me and thought very little of me, is now in that same exact position as I was. This is your do-or-die moment. This is a chance at redemption, one that you may not get for a very long time. If you want to take advantage of it, then you’re going to have to give me your absolute fucking best, because I won’t stay down for anything less than that. Prove to me that you’re as good as you’ve always said you were, because I will make you understand that I’ve never been the “hype job" that you've claimed that I am. I am so much more. I'm the real fucking deal."

"I. Am. Unbreakable."

[The camera fades to black.]

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) March 21st 2019, 11:55 pm by **Abholos**

Wild Boys Omega: Scorched Earth!

First Baptist Church of Rancho Cucamonga

Wednesday, 3:00pm

(The camera opens to what looks like an office that belongs a Christian minister. The office itself gives off a “simple and clean” vibe with its oakwood shelves and beige painted walls. The door to the office opens and in walks an older man in a blue sweater vest - Pastor Pablo Perez - who is flanked by Billy and Jimmy Wild who seat themselves in front of the desk. Pastor Pablo sits behind the desk, and smiles at the sons of First Baptist’s previous pastor.)

Pastor Pablo: So boys, what can I do for you?

Billy Wild: Well pastor, we thought that you could help us with a...dilemma we’re having.

Pastor Pablo: What kind of dilemma?

Jimmy Wild: Well, you may not know, but we’re the current OWA Openweight Tag Team Champions!

Pastor Pablo: Well congratulations boys! This must be a dream come true for the two of you!

Billy Wild: Yeah, it’s our first championship from a global promotion, and we’re quite proud of it! It’s just...we have our first defense this weekend.

Jimmy Wild: And it has us feeling a certain way…

Pastor Pablo: Oh?

Billy Wild: It’s...with The Dollhouse.

Pastor Pablo: The Dollhouse?

Jimmy Wild: Yes. Two girls who claim they’re the best tag team in the world.

Pastor Pablo: Well are they?

Billy Wild: Uh...nah. We’re the ones who are the undefeated champions of the world!

Pastor Pablo: So what’s tjhe problem?

(Billy and Jimmy look at each other)

Billy Wild: They’re...girls.

Jimmy Wild: Don’t get us wrong - we respect them as athletes and all, it’s just...dad always taught us to be gentlemen.

Billy Wild: And...girls are like...girls. Heck, we had a hard enough time fighting Auntie Tarah!

Jimmy Wild: Like we said - we respect women Pastor Pablo. Our two senpais - Tarah and Cloud are women! It’s just...The Dollhouse...they’re like…

Billy Wild: Pretty and stuff. Like cutesy...girlie.

Jimmy Wild: We’re not into them or anything. We have two girlfriends - who we’re taking things slow with by the way! It’s just...we feel like it’ll be a sin to hit one of them.

Billy Wild: It’ll be like super kicking a squeaky toy.

Jimmy Wild: Or if we Shell Shock ‘em, candy will come out!

Pastor Pablo: Uh…

Billy Wild: We’re not trying to say women are like pinatas or anything, but we don’t view the Dollhouse as regular women.

Jimmy Wild: In fact, they’re kind of unreal. Like candy-coated demons.

(Billy and Jimmy rub their chins for a moment before being struck by a lightning bolt of inspiration!)

Billy Wild: By George, I think I got it! Jimmy!

Jimmy Wild: Yes bro!?

Billy Wild: To the Promo Mobile!

Jimmy Wild: Yes!

(The Wild Boys run off, leaving Pastor Pablo by himself)

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(The camera opens to The Wild Boys standing in the middle of a wrestling ring inside of a gym, their OWA Openweight Tag Team Championships draped over their shoulders.)

Billy Wild: My brother and I spent the good portion of this week coming to terms with what we must do to keep our newly won OWA Openweight Tag Team Championships. We were raised to be “Good Christian Boys”, gentlemen to members of the fairer sex. We believe in equality, but...we’ve been thinking about that in reference to The Dollhouse. You see, The Dollhouse think of themselves as our equals. They think they can compete with us on the global level, that they’re in tune with each other the same way we are. But yet, they have yet to prove that. These rainbow-colored harlots think they have our number, but they pulled the wrong card. My brother and I have proven week in and week out both in tag and in singles that we’re the creme of the crop in OWA. We are the Superkick Kings sitting comfortably on our thrones of splendor. We were forged to be the greatest tag team in the world. We were designed to work as a cohesive unit and we possess something deeper than your fruit-flavored friendship. We are bound by blood! Literal blood brothers standing back to back against the world.

Jimmy Wild: We were made for this business, spending every Monday and Friday night watching the GOATs of the industry kill it night in and out! Billy and I decided one fateful day that we were going to embark on a journey that would take us around the world, fighting the best of the best. Not some two bit tv show hosts. Billy and I were at the point where we were kicking butts and taking names all across the indy scene until we were invited to join the Alphas of Omega Wrestling Alliance. We’re not a manufactured group of teenie boppers, we are the pinnacle of tag team wrestling. This isn’t some variety show for us, this is life. This is our livelihood, our legacy! We don’t need to parade around fake title belts for validation. All we need is the drive to keep going forward! We’re going to defend our belts at all costs, even it means kicking those adorable Dollhouse squeaky toys in the face.

Billy Wild: This is how we’re getting over our hang up. We’re not going to view The Dollhouse as ladies. Because in reality, they’re not. They’re spoiled brats who think they deserve more than they do because they look cute? You know who else thinks that way? WHOR-

Jimmy Wild: BILLY!

Billy Wild: What!?

Jimmy Wild: We’re good Christian boys! We’re not supposed to say such demeaning things! Also we’ve gained a loyal female fanbase! The ladies say we look like we’re related to the Backstreet Boys!

Billy Wild: (rubs chin) Backstreet's back…

Jimmy Wild: (nods) Alright.

Billy Wild: You know who won’t be back? The Dollhouse once we send them back to Barbie’s Dreamhouse. They can run around and dream about the world in pink. They can skip around, hate on their fans, and treat the world like how they feel on the inside. They can do whatever they think they need to do to hold themselves over. But at the end of the day, it’s the Wild Boys that will come out kicking on the other side. We are the best of the best…

Jimmy Wild: The baddest of the cool…

Billy Wild: The undeniable irresistible force of tag team wrestling.

Jimmy Wild: We are the Wild Boys.

Billy Wild: The Superkick Kings of Professional Wrestling.

Jimmy Wild: And STILL your OWA Openweight Tag Team Champions of the world.

(Fin)

Olympus Scorched Earth Promo #1: “A New Chapter"

(Word Count: 1,085)

*Gareth Cason is at his usual gym, having just finished some double end bag drills. His mouth guard hanging from the outside of his mouth, he goes to sit on a bench nearby. He smiles a bit before looking toward the camera*

Gareth: You know, I've heard so many people say after my elimination at Clash of the Titans that I'm just not able to get it done when things are at their most important. That I crack under pressure and that I've lost so many opportunities that they might as well just stop giving them to me. In a company full of has-beens getting title shots, two has-beens holding world titles, and enough people running around with guaranteed title shots that it feels like the main event is booked for the next few years. I have known for a very long time that I'd have to take my own route to where I need to be. Sadly that didn't include the Clash of the Titans. Whatever to me in all honesty, that would have been a make or break moment for some, but getting to where I did and doing what I did was enough to send the message I was there to convey. Losing a rematch with Tarah Nova was fun, and she bested me fair and square. Good for her as she moves into the next stage of her career. This is what I'm talking about, people keep acting like there's a limit to my potential. There ain't. Take it from me, don't matter how many chances they give me or how many chances I quote on quote squander. Gareth Cason's time in the limelight is only a blink away. I am the future of OWA. A company ruled by the past, a company defined by the breadth of legacy it's fighters carry. A company full of castaways from some other company still pining for their glory days. Newsflash, you gotta hang it up sometime people.

*Gareth laughs a bit and pulls his backpack toward him, pulling out a springed cup in which he makes his protein shakes. He pulls a container of whey from his pack and a cold water bottle. Adding some of the contents of both into the spring loaded cup. Then shaking it. He takes a swig and then continues speaking*

Gareth: My next supposed path of trajectory seems to be something called the ascension to the heavens. As if OWA’s reference to biblical fanfare wasn't obvious enough yet. I, in all seriousness am left to wonder what exactly this item of interest can achieve me. Is it a cash bonus? I wouldn't ever say no to that. Is it a new title inside the briefcase? Could be. Doesn't matter what it is because it's going to belong to me. Yes ladies and gentlemen, you heard it here first, Gareth Cason is staking his claim to the Ascension to the Heavens briefcase before he even qualifies for the titular match. Truly it is funny how many people actually think they can beat an athlete of my caliber and fortitude. But I believe it's high time I humor another person's endeavor in that case. That being Monolith.

*Gareth takes another sip of his drink and then cracks his knuckles after he says the name. He then gives the camera another smile before beginning to speak*

Gareth: Monolith, a man who likes to make very odd stoic statements in his addresses to his opponents. Monolith, we are so similar yet so different from each other. You a former Spartan's Champion, me a former TV Champion. Both of us are quite successful, but our similarities seem to end there. I have very much to say, but you? Not too much. You are a very big man, quite intimidating to a normal wrestler especially of my size and weight. But you see, I fear absolutely nothing. You may have heard that before from many different opponents, but I am no normal opponent. I am not a man who sits across from you by chance or happenstance. I am a man who has earned every single bit of his success and more. I do not say that to insult you specifically, only to specify who I am as compared to the other men you've faced that have told you how fearless they are in the face of the damage you may cause. Contrary to statements made about me before, I do not crumble under pressure in the absolute slightest. I am Gareth Cason at his absolute best, and i hope you are ready for that because if not, you're in for a short night.

*Gareth takes a deep breath then cracks his neck, before looking back at the camera*

Gareth: I know about Christopher Sabertooth and Bull Connors. They are attempting to qualify for the same match that I am. Personally, I've beaten Bull Connors before and I can probably do it again at any time I'd like to, but Christopher Sabertooth is a whole nother story. You surely did a lot with that Television title after you took it from me hm chap? Absolutely not, you did not live up to the empire or the legacy that I built with that title. But alas, I did not expect you to. Sabertooth, if you and I meet in this Ascension to the Heavens match, know I'll be looking for revenge. Know I'll be looking to make you suffer. As for Bull Connors, I feel rightly as if I've proved myself against you multiple times in so many different facets. Even if you make it past Sabertooth, there's no way you're winning the briefcase over me.

*Gareth scowls at the camera, but the scowl quickly turns into a smile once again. Gareth's trademark shit eating grin*

Gareth: So Monolith…

Take your shot.

Take your shot at me, take your shot at winning this qualifying match and keeping me from turning over a new chapter in my career.

But don't you dare miss.

Because you're not in the ring with any normal man.

At Scorched Earth, you're gonna be in the ring with a man that is…

LEGIT. FUCKING. DANGEROUS

*Gareth gives a hearty chuckle and rises from the bench to presumably continue his work out. But not before putting his mouth guard between his teeth. He gives one last smile with the mouth guard visible. Then leaves the camera view. Before the feed of the camera fades to black*

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) March 21st 2019, 10:50 pm by Étienne

March 21st, 2019

Warehouse 58, Lower Manhattan, New York City, NY

Etienne’s Art Vault

6:30 PM

The camera cuts to the elevator at Warehouse 58, an old industrial building in Manhattan where Mr. Laurent’s expansive art collection resides. Etienne waves the camera into the elevator and he presses the 5th floor button. When the door opens, the Camera follows Etienne down a hallway to a set of double doors. Etienne plugs in the security code on the number pad and the big doors swing open. He tells the camera he wants to show the OWA Universe something, and its right this way. As the space opens up, big windows expand for what seems like miles along the brick walls. Theres a patio visible through one of the windows overlooking the bustling city. Etienne flips a switch on a beam and the whole room lights up. The large space is jam packed with paintings, sculptures, frames, rolled canvas and memorabilia. The Camera pursues further to a white wall by the back of the space. A Large painting is hung alone on the wall, below a row of studio lights. Etienne is wearing a black blazer with black pants and a black leather hat. He’s wearing his solid silver Patek Phillippe watch with a red face plate. He asks the cameraman to get a good view and keep rolling….

Etienne: This — Is Picasso. — Were here at Warehouse 58 in Lower Manhattan tonight because I want to illustrate something for all of you out there, including that obnoxious dick of a champion. Listen closely, you might learn something for once. —

This — is Pablo Picasso’s Les Demoiselles d’Avignon. — (to the camera) Hows the lighting look?

The Camera adjusts to focus on the painting

Etienne: (Scoffs) Make damn sure I’m in the frame too — I know the painting looks good, that’s why I own it! But, How do I look?

Camera Man: I—-

Etienne: Shut it! That’s a rhetorical question you nimrod! You think I need you’re approval? — Aghhh never mind. — Anyway, where was I? Ah — This painting right here, is considered to be Picasso’s first venture into cubism. This painting depicts four female figures, assumed to be those of prostitutes at a brothel. I’m sure you know plenty about that al. Hahaha — The painting wasn’t just controversial in its subject matter, but also in its visual language. This painting — is considered to be pivotal in the advancement of modernist painting.

Etienne looks down at his watch, and laughs sarcastically. He flips his hair back and stares into the camera.

Etienne: — And here’s why we’re here. Allessandro Devione, this painting represents everything that you are not, and everything that I am. You’re a tired old trope, that we've seen over and over in professional wrestling. How many people have come in and out of this business that walk like you, talk like you, and look just like you? You’re a stereotype! — Much like this Picasso, I am — one — of — a — kind. Everything that makes this painting special? ; its boldness, its formality, its ingenuity — NONE of these traits can be used to describe you. You are a fraud, you are superficial, you are fake! You’re an old 80’s wrestling trend that crash landed in the 21st century. I am the only of my kind, the only of my caliber.

When Picasso first showed this piece, It was met with distain. Matisse called the painting a “disgrace to art” and swore to make Picasso sink. And, as great as Matisse was, he’s no fucking Picasso. Allessandro, You’re my Matisse.

Oh, That cruiserweight title that you hold so dear? That’s a damn stepping stone to me! I could give a fuck about that ugly thing — I’m not here to be second place! If you’re okay with being in second place then that’s your own damn fault. I’m gonna run through all the titles till I’m the top guy. Mark my words your lowness, I will be the first talent in the history of this company to be World Heavyweight Champion in his first year. Cut the act you donkey! What you see here, is what you get. I live this shit bucko! Drop that ditsy little accent you’ve come up with and lets see those true colors. You think being the Cruiserweight Champion makes you royalty? You’re a mid-card guy, and you always will be. I’m an athlete, I’m a savant, I’m a scholar. The proof is in the pudding.

That little stunt you pulled at Olympus? Yeah, it costed me the match. I’ll admit that. But it didn't cost as much as my watch, It didn't cost as much as my car, and It absolutely didn’t cost me as much as this painting did. In the same way that this painting was pivotal to painting, I’m pivotal to professional wrestling. I’m the missing link, I’m the masterpiece. I’m the real fucking deal.

I’ll admit, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree with you and me — Oh and by the way, just in case there was any confusion, I’m the tree. What I mean is, I suppose one could point out some similarities between us. We both drive a nice car, we dress well — I dress better though, I have to say — I’m — we’re high-rollers. But, you’re old news al. All those things I just said? That’s only true for you when (scoffs) you’re in character. I’m ME, 24/7, 365 baby.

So, take a good look at this painting, and take a good look at me. I’m what’s new, I’m what’s hot, I’m whats cutting edge and you’re … what’s not. Here’s my advice. Resign while you can. You’re not welcome in this castle anymore. At Scorched Earth, when I break your arm and strip you of your title, You’ll be at the end of my boot. It’s my Louis Vuitton loafers you’ll be kissin’.

In the words of Pablo Picasso himself;

Good artists copy, …. great artists steal.

At Scorched Earth, I’m gonna steal that title from you.

Not because I want it — but — just so you can’t have it…

Ciao, your highness.

Etienne laughs, and the camera fades to black.

Sometimes being a Good King, means taking a step back...

...Taking a step back to care for your royal family more so than the Mongrels...

...The Mongrels who sit and watch as their King is disrespected.

So allow me to address the obvious elephant in the room, why have I been silent? Why has the Cruiserweight Champion been nothing but as of late? The answer is simple, in the land of Gods there was an illness, an illness that still to this day carries onward and has affected the Goddess that is known as my mother. So to be a good Prince once more I sat down my crown for a few weeks, and allowed you all to settle into this Kingdom without me at the helm to steer you into enlightenment like no other man could ever do. And it seems that in my absence everyone here has truly forgotten who the hell I am, what I represent. And exactly what kind of blood line I come from. So allow me this time to not apologize, but say you all should apologize because your praise has fallen deaf over the years...Your praise to those who gave birth to Kings like me, to GOD LIKE BEINGS LIKE ME, has fallen deaf. Now you shall not only praise me, but you shall praise the goddess of my creation as she is to be praised, because without that there would be no New Babylon...There would be no Kingdom from which you can draw every bit of Pleasure from this garden at any time of leisure...And there would be no King like me to stand above it all and show you how you should live, how you should think, and how you should rule if I ever were to step away...

In other words, I am here now Etienne Laurent....

...Praise. Me. As. Such...

You have done nothing worth value on this earth, or any other planet in existence. Yet you come here, and look at me, at royalty and say because you have paintings on your wall, and some amount of wealth in your vaults that you are my superior. You are the worst kind of Dog a man like me sees on the street. All bark, no bite, and god do you keep barking like no other. It is annoying Etienne, it makes me want to cover my royal ears every time you scream like a banshee in the fog how great you are, and how you plan on taking my Championship from me. I suggest, to you and all others who happen to be listening that are like you, prepare a small ceremony for after this match. One where people can view you as you are, a dead dog underneath the boot of a King, that way we only have to see you one last time before you fall off to the wayside like every other mongrel out there like you. Flash, that's what you are is nothing but a flash in the pan, or like a flash of a camera...except the photograph that is being taken is of me, not some mangy cur who has a horrid dye job and some drawings on his wall from dead men. Put my title on the wall next to your paintings? Please dog, do not even attempt at making my subjects laugh at that farce. I suggest you be ready, because the only canvas that is going on a wall after this match is the ring canvas. Because I am going to paint it with your corpse into a nice view to look at like all the other times I have laid waste to some fool who tried to beat me. And I will hang it in Memorial Hall, the hallway to to my throne room at the palace. So that way every single day I may pass right by it and laugh at all the Mangy Curs that bled by my boot. You are not the first, you will not be the last, but you will have a nice spot on the wall Etienne. I think I will put it next to a window, so I can stop to look at my Garden on a daily basis and have a laugh at your expense as my roses bloom...

Because much like what helps the roses, your words are nothing but Fertilizer...

...Meaning your skills must be like compost compared to me...

...In which I am right in calling you nothing but dirt beneath my boot...

...So Praise. Me. As. Such...

...Mongrel.

Last Shot

1st March - Globe Theatre, Los Angeles

The scene begins with Sabertooth bursting through the curtains as he slowly limps his way through to the backstage area and into the locker-room. He looks frustrated by the outcome of his match with C.M Nas. He is seen sitting by himself as CM Nas’s music can faintly be heard in the background. Brandon Maxwell comes into frame with a microphone in hand as he approaches Sabertooth.

“Mr. Sabertooth… May I have a word with you?” Asked Brandon Maxwell as the camera pans down to Sabertooth who seems to be lost in his own world. He eventually realizes that he is not alone as he looks up to find Brandon pointing a microphone at him.

“Now is not a good time, Brandon... “ Said Sabertooth but Brandon didn’t immediately leave.

“Wait… What was it that you wanted to ask? And you can call me Chris.” Said Chris as he finally looked directly into the camera.

“Well Chris… I know that you are disappointed after your match tonight. You took CM Nas to his limits in what many called a dream match. Even though he picked up the win tonight and progressed into the finals of the Eight Pack Challenge, things are still looking up for you. So, I wanted to ask… What is next for Christopher Sabertooth?” Asked Brandon as he moves the microphone closer to Chris as he finishes.

“In what way are things looking up, as you suggested? Everybody keeps asking me after every match, what’s next Christopher Sabertooth. Why is that question so interesting to everybody?” Asked Chris as Brandon looked confused.

“Don’t worry. I think I have got an answer for it. Well, for the past few months, I have been coming SO CLOSE to achieving greatness here in the OWA. I ended the legendary reign of Gareth Cason with the TV Title only to lose it on the first show of the year. I challenged Jacob Senn at Clash of The Titans and I came SO CLOSE yet again. And tonight… Tonight was looking out to be one of the most important nights of my career. C.M Nas… A mainstay of this business… Some might even call him the Best Wrestler Alive. I came SO FUCKING CLOSE to beating him but I didn’t… I lost. I lost to Jacob Senn… I lost my title... So, how exactly are things looking up for me? I don’t think people understand this, but being second place isn’t good enough for me. Not after all that I went through for this business. Three fucking years I fought through my own inner demons just so I can walk out there and show everyone that this business is everything to me. I came back because I knew I wasn’t done. I had made a promise to be the best this business has to offer and I am not happy with the runners up trophy.” Said Chris as he slowly stands up.

“I needed to beat C.M Nas to cement my legacy here in the OWA and in this business as a whole. I would have earned an opportunity to face Tarah Nova and possibly move on to face the Omega Heavyweight Champion. At Clash of The Titans I could almost taste it… I know… I know I am capable of getting it done. At least, that’s what thought. But after tonight… I don’t really know. I am running out of opportunities as Final Destination approaches. So, coming back to your question. What’s next for Christopher Sabertooth?... Well, even I don’t know the answer to that Brandon. I am tired… I am battered and bruised but none of that matters. The only thing I feel right now is disappointment. I talked a big game. I said I was the best and I couldn’t prove it tonight. I… I really don’t know what else I can do.” Said Chris as he looked distraught with everything that had been going on for the past few months.

“With Final Destination around the corner, there has to be something that you’d want to do at the big show. Any particular plans in motion?” Asked Brandon.

“I am running out of options… There’s only few more things that I can think of for me to do at Final Destination and it is now where I’d like myself to be. If I cannot win the big one, then what even is the point of me coming back to the ring in the first place. I saw value in what I could contribute to this business but right now, if I were to quit… What will be my legacy? I… I…” Mumbled Chris as he was lost for words. He looks at the camera and then at Brandon before walking away as Brandon looks on in confusion.

March 9th - Hollywood Estate, Los Angeles

Chris is seen busy on his phone as the Rocky Hollywood bursts through the door.

“Chris, I heard about the news from last night’s show. You were unnecessarily worried about your future in this business. You have the got the opportunity that you wanted! Scorched Earth is about two weeks away and you have got plenty of time to prepare yourself for your match. And I am talking about mental preparation before you lecture me about your training schedule. I know, things have not gone exactly the way you planned in the past couple of months, but like you always say. There’s always a path to redemption and this is your way. There’s only one man that stands in your way to Final Destination. Do what you need to do!” Exclaimed Rocky as he sits down beside Sabertooth. Chris patiently listens to everything Rocky had to say about his journey so far and going forward. Sabertooth was announced as one of the four men with an opportunity to earn their spot in the Heaven’s Briefcase matchup at Final Destination.

“Monolith… Gareth Cason and Bull Connors. I am very familiar with all of them. I know exactly what they are capable of, so you don’t have to worry about me not being ready for the challenge. I know how capable Bull Connors really is, having seen him with the OWA Openweight Tag Team Champions off late. And not to forget his God of War Medallion… His prized possession, that he still holds on to. An opportunity at the championship of his choosing that he can avail anytime. Sounds awfully familiar to what the Heaven’s Briefcase is meant for. An opportunity….” Said Chris as he gets lost in a train of thought before coming back to reality.

“It’s an opportunity that won’t come again. I have been lucky to find myself in contention to earn opportunities to win the big one. Despite my failure to seal the deal in the past few months, I can say that I have proved my worth and the reason for the position I am in, each and every time. There’s no doubt that Bull Connors is a credible opponent. In fact, I am more tensed about this matchup than possibly facing the behemoth, Monolith or the ever-conquering Gareth Cason. Why? Bull Connors has nothing to lose. Even if he fails to win the briefcase, he still has the God of War Medallion with him that he could cash in to earn a shot at the Omega Heavyweight Championship. A man is most dangerous when he has nothing to lose.” Said Chris as he looks at Rocky who seems to be confident in Chris’s ability.

“I agree with you… But I don’t think you need to worry about who you face. All this time, you have been giving it your all regardless of the person standing across the ring from you. You have made sure to respect your opponent by giving them the best you have got and you will do exactly that come Scorched Earth. And I know, that when you are at your best, there’s nothing that can stop you.” Said Rocky, trying to encourage his friend.

“I am glad to hear that you believe in me, Rocky. Honestly, after the past couple of months, I began doubting myself and my abilities in that ring. I really felt I had a chance to beat Jacob Senn at Clash of the Titans but that never came into fruition. Then, I believed that I could earn another shot at Jacob Senn’s Omega Heavyweight Championship by beating the former champion, CM Nas. But I couldn’t get it done. And in my mind, these doubts kept lingering on day and night. I was having trouble sleeping… Heck, I barely thought about anything else. I have just been questioning myself and I know it’s not healthy. After all I have been through, I don’t want to go back into that state of mind. And the worse it gets, the more afraid I became of it coming back….” Said Chris as he shudders at thought of something.

“It won’t. I am there for you… You have got a lot of people behind you and there’s no way we would let you slip back. I know you hate people using that phrase but in all those matches you mentioned, you were a millisecond away from winning it. On any other day, maybe the outcome would have been different. So, for you to say that you have been doubting your abilities, is an insult to all the people that have ever believed in you. Heck… It’s an insult to O’Shea.” Said Rocky as Chris’s eyes widen.

“DON’T TAKE HIS NAME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH….. I… I am sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. It’s just, you bringing O’Shea up when I am already down is kind of a hit below the belt. I know, it was to motivate me but I already feel like fucking shit for not being able to do what I said I would. I know I have it in me… I KNOW IT, ROCKY. But I still couldn’t get it done. I know if O’Shea was with us, he’d say the same things you did and I appreciate that. But I need this… I need to put myself down so that I can rise back up with all the momentum in the world. I don’t know what I was doing wrong but there’s definitely things that I can improve on. And I have about two weeks to prepare myself on what could be my last way to get an opportunity to win the Omega Heavyweight Championship for the foreseeable future. This is do or die situation for me and I am not going down this easy.” Said Chris as he stands up and Rocky follows suit.

“I know, what I need to do… And I need your help, Rocky. I need all the support I can get because I want the Omega Heavyweight Championship more than anything in the world. I don’t know how much I have left in my body to offer to this business but I am utilizing every last breath of it to leave my mark for generations to come. You can’t make a legacy out of being a guy who came close but could never win the big one. I don’t want to go down in history as THAT guy. And currently, that’s where I am at. At Scorched Earth, I don’t want to beat Bull Connors. I NEED to beat him. I don’t have any other option… Pardon my verbiage, but this is the Endgame. I WILL do ANYTHING that’s necessary to change my current trajectory. You got that, Rocky? Will you help me?” Asked Chris as Rocky lets out a faint smile. He pats on Chris’s back and nods to show his support as the scene ends.

20th March - 2 Days before Scorched Earth

“It’s about time… I know that you have pushed yourself beyond your limits in the past few weeks but it’s time you give it a rest. You cannot overwork yourself. Resting as important for your body as is, training. But I am glad to see you gain back your confidence. That’s the Chris I know.” Said Rocky with a smile on his face as Sabertooth gets off the treadmill and grabs a towel from his bag.

“You...you’re right. I have been going at it non stop only to prove to myself that I am still capable of doing things nobody else can do. And you’re right… I needed this. So, I thank you. I feel much better than I was two weeks ago. It’s hard to imagine that I’d ever lose confidence in my abilities. But you showed me the right path and did not let me deter back to a place that I never want to go back to. I will forever be grateful for that…” Said Chris as Rocky has a huge grin on his face.

“Don't mention it! You just needed to realise that you are still the man who has won a title everywhere he goes. You are still the man that beat ended Gareth Cason’s run as champion when everybody thought he was unstoppable. You are still CHRISTOPHER FUCKING SABERTOOTH! And the moment you realized that… That moment, Bull Connors was done for.” Said Rocky confidently.

“My confidence may have taken a slight hit and I realize that the odds are stacked against me considering the fact that you already hold a title shot that you can cash in at any moment. But… There’s one thing I know I have that Bull doesn’t. And that’s desperation. Yes, it might sound bad but I am desperate. I am desperate to prove everybody what I am really made of. I am desperate to show everyone that I am the BEST IN THE WORLD. I am desperate to win the one title that has eluded me so far. I WILL beat you Bull. I WILL enter the Heaven’s Briefcase Match. And come what may, I AM WINNING THAT FUCKING BRIEFCASE NO MATTER WHO STANDS IN MY WAY. I am not going to give up because of few hiccups. O’Shea would NEVER gave up on me till his dying breath. And I can only return the favor by not giving up on myself. Bull Connors… YOU ARE GOING TO GET YOUR FUCKING HEAD KICKED IN.” Exclaimed Chris with a smirk on his face as the scene ends.

"You cannot lose... If you do.... There shall be consequences."

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) March 21st 2019, 6:19 pm by **Nas**

Hmpf, well this certainly wasn’t the first situation I imagined myself being a part of when I heard there would be a tournament to decide the number one contender to the Omega Heavyweight Championship for Final Destination. What an impressive field it presented. Some of the most dangerous and hungry young guns imaginable, between Gareth Cason, Christopher Sabertooth, Monolith, Bull Connors and Miltiades. Then you had the legendary figure himself Carlos Rosso. Then finally that brings us to two people. The two finalists. First of course you have myself, the former Omega Heavyweight Champion. The Best Wrestler Alive. The God of Destruction. The Pillar of OWA. You all know what the deal is for me. My status should go without saying. But then you have my opponent. The final roadblock between myself and my destiny. Something I spent an ENTIRE YEAR BUILDING! In the greatest twist of irony...it’s the love of my life, Tarah Nova. Isn’t life just strange like that. Allow me to be completely honest with you Tarah. The reason I have waited so long to utter any words towards you is quite simple. I don’t think this match should be happening. Oh trust me. I want the match of course. I want to be in the contest that decides who will take on and potentially dethrone Jacob Senn at Final Destination. But what I don’t want...is for my match to be against you. I don’t want you as my opponent. And no, before you jump to conclusions, it has absolutely nothing to do with the idea that I don’t respect you or view you as a viable threat. Far from that. I more than anyone else here should recognize fully the threat and danger you present towards me within the squared circle. My issue more so stems from, well...I just don’t want to fight you. And I don’t think I should have to fight you in order to earn a championship contest. I mean...that piece of shit Bob Taylor still hasn’t repaid me for Carlos costing me my last shot at Jacob. But ya know what that’s okay. Because I’m going to MAIN EVENT the show that I CREATED and do it by defeating the man whom I have been fated to do battle with for going on a year and a half now and finally prove my definitive superiority over him and in the process...reclaim the championship that I CRAFTED THE LEGACY OF AND MADE INTO THE RICHEST PRIZE IN OUR INDUSTRY! And no one is going to get in the way of that. My ambitions are far too great for me to let anything deter me from what is rightfully mine...even the one I love the most. So I am going to say this once. Just lay down and accept fate. Nobody in this entire business has a stronger will than I! THAT IS A COLD HARD FACT! And if you think that there’s no merit to my words, then clearly you have not been paying attention to the blue brand the past year or so now. I HAVE OUTMATCHED JUST ABOUT EVERY MAJOR OPPONENT THAT HAS BEEN PRESENTED IN FRONT OF ME! MILTIADES! STARK! NOBI! JOHN DOE! CHRISTOPHER SABERTOOTH! CARLOS ROSSO! HELL EVEN JACOB SENN HIMSELF! What makes you think things will be any different for you? They call me the best for a reason...and it’s not because I happened to be dating the person who had that name and thought it’d be cute to snatch it for myself as well. I LEGITIMATELY HAVE PROVEN MYSELF THE ALL AROUND GREATEST PERFORMER WHEN IT COMES TO EVERY SINGLE LITTLE FACET OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING! Whether you like it or not, this is the way that it is, simple as THAT! No ifs, ands, or buts about it sweetheart! You say this situation gives you and odd feeling. I understand why. Personally I get one as well, but not the same as yours. Perhaps it’s because our viewpoints of what this match means for us is different. Trust me, I know you’ve had it especially rough this year. I get that. I saw that thunderdome match with Kenny Drake. I was a personal eye witness to the year long struggles you faced through your first year here in the Omega Wrestling Alliance. Oh, and you don’t HAVE to back down from this fight Tarah, but you should. I HIGHLY recommend it.

You know I don’t think anyone quite realizes how much work it takes to do what I do and to be where I am on a daily basis! Not even you... I AM THE MAN IN THIS INDUSTRY! I OWN EVERYTHING! I OWN THIS COMPANY! I OWN THAT LOCKER ROOM! I OWN THAT RING! AND I OWN YOU! Outside of the ring, outside of the business aspect of things. I am your biggest fan. Your rock. Your source of closure and guidance. The main issue I see you having is quite simple Tarah Nova. You have to constantly state these types of things to yourself. You have to remind yourself that at Scorched Earth tomorrow, it’s go time and we will not be embracing one another, but locking horns. Me on the other hand, well my much less emotional viewpoint on the matter and my more objective and goal oriented thought process allows me to put every aspect of our relationship away and zero in on one thing. I want to be the Omega Heavyweight Champion once again. And to get to you, I need to pin you for three seconds or make you submit. Easier said than done for a lesser man. But I am no mere man. I am CM Nas. A modern day deity of Professional Wrestling! The exact same way we used to look at the likes of Jaywalker, Lannister, Robbie V, Brian Daniels, The Heart Break Gal and the likes. That’s the exact same way the Jeff Xs, the Reginald Dampshaw IIIs, the Étienne Laurents, and the Nikita LaShae’s in our business look at me TODAY! Many people would damn me for daring to utter my name in the same breath as a grouping of the best EVER! I simply say it’s my natural place in life to be among them. OVER EIGHT YEARS! THAT’S HOW LONG I BUSTED MY ASS FOR ALL OF THIS! THAT IS HOW LONG I SPENT CHASING AFTER THIS SPOT I HAVE NOW! YES! I AM EVERY SINGLE GODDAMN THING YOU SAID I AM! PURE UNDISPUTED FACTS! And I just need to know, who are you to claim my time in the spotlight is over? I AM THE PILLAR WHO CARRIES THIS ENTIRE COMPANY ON MY BACK! WITHOUT CM NAS THE OMEGA WRESTLING ALLIANCE WOULD LOOK NOTHING LIKE IT DOES NOW! THERE WOULD BE NO FINAL DESTINATION! NO CLASH OF THE TITANS! NO ASCENSION TO THE HEAVENS! NO GOD OF WAR! NO FRIDAY NIGHT OLYMPUS! NO OMEGA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! I AM THE MOST INFLUENTIAL MAN OR WOMAN IN OUR INDUSTRY...PERIOD! THE POWER AND INFLUENCE I HAVE IS UNRIVALED! IF I SAY I REFUSE TO LOSE TO THE LIKES OF YOU, THEN IT IS WHAT IT IS! SIMPLE AS THAT! IT’S MORE THAN JUST MAIN EVENTING THE SHOW I CREATED! THAT’S JUST MY REWARD FOR CREATING AND BLESSING THE WORLD WITH SUCH A PLATFORM FOR EVERYONE IN OUR COMPANY TO BECOME MEGA STARS! IT’S MORE THAN JUST WINNING MY CHAMPIONSHIP BACK! THAT’S A GOAL EVERYONE IN THE BUSINESS SHOULD HAVE! I JUST HAVE THE ABILITY TO STATE I WILL DO SO AND WITHOUT EVEN MOVING A FINGER EVERYONE BELIEVES FULLY THAT I WILL! IT’S MOST OF ALL ABOUT THE MAN WHO HOLDS IT...Jacob Senn! I HAVE TO DEFEAT SENN FOR THE OMEGA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP THE EXACT SAME WAY HE DID TO ME! I REJECT ALL OTHER POSSIBLE REALITIES! JACOB SENN AND I WILL CLASH IN THE MAIN EVENT AS TWO MEN OF OUR CALIBUR ONLY DESERVE TO AND I WILL COME OUT ON TOP PROVING MYSELF AS THE BETTER WRESTLER AS I KNOW I AM! I CANNOT SLEEP AT NIGHT KNOWING ANY OTHER SCENARIO IS POSSIBLE! JACOB SENN BELONGS TO ME AND NO ONE ELSE! AND AS LONG AS HE HOLDS MY CHAMPIONSHIP, THEN YES...THE OMEGA HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE ALSO BELONGS TO ME AND NO ONE ELSE! So don’t you EVER patronize me like I’m some damn child. “I’m going to win the championship for you too.” Trust me, I appreciate the gesture. But I can and WILL do it just fine myself, as a man would. I do look forward to seeing what you do at Final Destination though Tarah, I’ll be cheering you on as I prepare to close out the event and accomplish everything I’ve set my mind to and more at the end. But in terms of Olympus: Scorched Earth tomorrow evening. CM Nas versus Tarah Nova. Sad to say for you, you’ll succumb to the exact same tragic fate of many others who have had the misfortune of daring to step in between me and what is right mine. Destruction!

HAKAI~!

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) March 20th 2019, 10:24 pm by Tarah Moore

True Love---Scorched Earth
Promo Number One

“Sometimes I hate every single stupid word you say Sometimes I wanna slap you in your whole face (whoa oh oh) There's no one quite like you, you push all my buttons down I know life would suck without you (whoa oh oh) At the same time, I wanna hug you I wanna wrap my hands around your neck You're an asshole but I love you And you make me so mad, I ask myself Why I'm still here, or where could I go You're the only love I've ever known But I hate you, I really hate you So much I think it must be True love, true love It must be true love Nothin' else can break my heart like True love, true love It must be true love No one else can break my heart like you.”

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||THE MOORE FAMILY HOME//THE BACKYARD|| 5:30PM

“Hey Mom?” A small voice questioned from the side of the Leader Among Men.

She looked down at her son for a moment before looking back at her daughter, who was playing in the backyard with their Dog, Frankie. Laughter and happily filled the air as they stood on the back porch, “Yeah Brady?” It was quiet before he answered. “Are you and Dad okay?” Hearing the question, Tarah looked down at her son again, “Yes? Of course we are. Why would ask such a thing?”

He shrugged. “Because you two are fighting this week and I thought...” Brady got quiet for a moment, “I thought you two were mad at eachother.” Tarah shook her head before placing her arm around his shoulders, smiling. “No. We have never been mad at eachother, Brady. And besides, we are more than fine---amazing even.”

“Then why are you guys fighting?”

Tarah sighed before answering “We just...want the same Championship right now, ya know? Remember how Uncle Bull fought Uncle GG for the TV Championship a long while back or how Eris just fought you're favorite Goddess Natalie?” Brady nodded his head as she continued, “Its like that but instead of them, its us and yes, my small baby-bean; we will be okay after it.” Quietly he speaks again, “You promise?”

“I promise, love.” She nodded her head. Brady smiled up at his mom for a second. “Good! No matter who wins, you two better kiss and make up after forwards than.”

Tarah laughed weakly. “Alright, alright. We will. Now come on, go get Maya and bring her in. I have a feeling Daddy is almost home with dinner.” She smiled as she watched her son nod his head before running out to the yard and picking up his sister while Frankie followed behind. For a few moments, Tarah stood there watching her children that she made with the man she was facing off against. Her heart slowly sank as she thought about facing off against him but she knew she head to. It was her time to shine and she knew not even her love of her life could stop the firing that was burning inside her small soul.

||THE MOORE FAMILY HOME//THE OFFICE|| 8:50PM

Time has passed. The new scene begins in a rather large office room in the Moore’s Family Home. Laughter from children and a man could be heard from behind the shut door but inside? Inside the room was nothing but calmness. It was painted white but was covered with so much life on those four walls. Photos of The Moore family was everywhere. Ones of Brady playing baseball, Maya taking her first steps and others of all four of the Moore together; smiling as happy as ever. As the camera pans over all the photos; it moves to the Championship case where all the replica Championships that Both Nasir and Tarah have won sat over the years. One side for each of them. Tarah’s side set copies of the Vixens Championship, Specialists Championship, FreeBird Tag Team & just newly added OpenWeight Tag Team Championships while on Nasir’s side sat the EAW Answers World Championship, EAW Unified Tag Team Championships and the Young Lions Tag Team Cup but at the very top of the of the case sat Nas’ copy of the Omega Heavyweight Championship. The camera scans over the Championship for a moment before it moves to the office desk where Tarah Nova herself sat. She was looking at the a photo that sat on the desk. Nasir kissing the side of her head as she leans against him: Their Wedding Photo.

Slowly, Tarah moves her right hand to her left and begins to spins her wedding ring around her finger as she begins to speak; “So many years, more than I can even remember, we have always been there for one another...Either as friends or as Lovers; we always had each other’s backs no matter what happens but this time we stand on opposite sides of the line for the first time in god only knows how long...and it's an odd feeling, my love. It's odd that I have two days till I stand up and fight against the only man that I will ever love in any life time. The only one who was brave enough to marry my crazy ass and happily help me bring two amazing children into this world...You are my happiness and I am yours but Baby...I want this. I want the chance to go up against Jacob Senn for the Omega Heavyweight Championship and I am willing to do anything in my power to make that dream of mine a reality...Even if that means facing off against you” She shakes her head weakly, “And To be honest? I believe it is my turn to go for gold in this family. I believe that between us---I have the right to say ‘I am the NEXT Omega Heavyweight Champion’; not you. Since the very beginning of OWA, I was thrown through the ringer time and time again. I have been in a number of Deathmatches, screwed out of Number one contender spots and been kicked around and pushed down the food chain so many times this past year...but I never gave up. No matter how many times dirt was kicked into my face, I stood up and fought through it all. Every bruise, concussion and broken bones; you name it...I have pushed through it...but you already know that. You have been there every step of the way with me; helping me, cleaning my wounds. Making sure I had everything I needed and I didnt have to lift a finger when OWA forced me to stay home after the final Wolf v Wolf Battle with Drake. You took care of me but I’m stronger now. I’m stronger and I am ready to finally become the Champion that I was MEANT to be months ago...” Tarah sighs softly before looking at the camera, “So what I am saying is this..I am not backing down from this fight, my love. I have backed down to too many people in my life time. I have took months off from wrestling to let younger ones run the show. I have pushed back my own victories in order to make others look better. I have done SO MUCH for everyone and everything all in the name of Wrestling. So now---RIGHT NOW---it's time for me to get something back from this sport---And all I want is the gold around my waist one more time. I wanna feel like I am worth more than the little hardcore wrestler from Detroit, Michigan that I once was. I want to be Omega Heavyweight Champion and I cannot let you stop me...”

“...But frankly---this match is still a little bit bittersweet to me, Nas. See, I know how hard you have been struggling too. I mean, ever since you dropped the Omega Heavyweight Champion to Senn you have been nothing but hellbent on getting back your Championship but you need to understand, my love, it's not yours anymore. For months it hasn’t been yours but that doesn't matter because now, it's up to me to bring it home to the Moore Family. Not you. Honestly, you had your fun as the Champion when you were handed the title way back when OWA first happened. You got what you have been reaching for since day one of wrestling. You got the spotlights all on you, the main event spots, your face on everything and the massive cheering fans screaming ‘HUH!?’ everywhere you go & Yeah---I guess it's safe to say you got addicted with being on top of the world because you hung around it for a very long time---but Nassy, it's over. It's done for. You aren’t going to be feeling that god status anytime soon. Not when I am standing in your way to the Gold and I will not move---not without a fight---” Suddenly, The Leader goes quiet; biting her bottom lip for a moment before continuing. “In all honestly...I know we have spoke about this many, many times before this week arrived but it doesn’t feel real. Not yet anyway. Fighting against you, I mean---Its like a dream..or a nightmare.” Tarah leans back against the leather chair she was sitting in. “You know how I am in the ring, my love. I have fought them all. Self Proclaimed Kings and Queens//Gods and Goddesses. Monsters and Angels. You name it, I have beaten it...but you? My very own husband. The lord knows I am struggling here. I mean I haven't been this stuck and deep in my own head since...well, since the first time I ever wrestled. It's been 12 years since I have felt this feeling of lost and now? Now I sit here and think about how we are going to do this and most of all---how you are feeling with this match coming up so close. Are you are struggling as hard as I am or are you just looking at me like I’m not your Wife...that I am, for one night only, nothing to you but a competitor.” She shakes her head again, “You did tell me that once before, ya know. You probably don’t remember but I do, love. You told me that we may be together but when it came to the Omega Heavyweight Championship; that we were competitors first over everything and I guess that's how I have to think from here on out but its hard. Frankly, you are the only person I want to punch and kiss at the same time.” For a moment a small smile appears on her lips, “But with that one joke aside, I know facing off against you isn’t going to be a walk in the park. Honestly, I mean look at you, my love. You are CM NAS. You are everything and more wrapped up in a tattooed bow. So many people in the back look up at you and why wouldn’t they? You are simply more than the Best Wrestler Alive. You are the Best Human on this planet. The Best Husband I could ask for and most of all the Best part of Me---So when I say this to you remember that no matter what happens on Friday Night; you are my everything but only one of us can walk out of that squared circle as the Number One Contender and it's going to me yours truly. I have sat on the sideline for too long and it's time for the BEST WOMAN ALIVE to get a shot at the gold.”

Tarah looks back down at her wedding ring one last time before pushing it back down on her finger. “And when I face off against Jacob Senn for the Omega Heavyweight Championship at Final Destination; I’m going to win. I’m going to win that Championship for not just me but Brady, Maya and You, my love. I am a woman of my word, you know this. The Omega Heavyweight Championship will be mine after all this time of waiting and you can believe that. See you soon, Handsome.” With that Tarah slowly stands from the leather chair before moving around the desk and out of the camera’s view. Before it fades to black, the camera pans down at the wedding photo for a moment. The scene ends afterwards; only being able to hear the laughing start up again and the echo of the word 'MOM' in the background till the audio fades out too.

NOVA OUT.

WORDS: 1956 | TAGGED: CM NAS
© TARAH JAY MOORE

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Welcome Welcome Welcome

To The DOLLHOUSE!

No flash photography, please!

I spend a day or two with the Odyssey roster and I could already feel every type of sexually transmitted disease crawl its way to my skin! It was an endless parade of pointless and stupid, and I have no idea what on earth came to me that I was suddenly willing to fight for something that didn’t matter to me, to begin with… With a useless, pathetic, unreliable piece of garbage in Persephone Bane, and that walking moron in Garza! So why are they even here? What exactly was their purpose? I wish I could say that it’s a rhetorical question given the circumstances, but I literally am questioning why on earth they thought they deserve the help and the presence of The Dollhouse! I have never heard of their names and faces until two weeks ago! I have never fought against or alongside them, and there wasn’t going to be a reason or promise that would enticing enough for The Dollhouse to give more than minimum effort, or anything greater than the World’s attention! And then they yell and scream foul, they blame The Dollhouse for their own misjudgment, when those people were the ones that stupidly believe that The Dollhouse is willing to fight for anyone that isn’t in The Dollhouse!

But that chapter, well, whatever that is… It’s over. I certainly don’t care about making Odyssey or OWA a better place, as a matter of fact, I want to see it crumble on our feet. DiVa and I are visionaries and pioneers of the exciting and beautiful World that The Dollhouse intends to build from the ashes of their enemies! We are the reason why you’re even delighted and thankful that the heavens made two perfect human beings that can never do any wrong! We are the best among these “Goddesses” for a reason! We are the greatest Tag Team in history for a reason! We already have our amazing, superior Women’s Tag Team Championship on our shoulders, and we are going to take the Openweight Tag Team Championships too just cause we can! We are the only team that actually functions as a unit, and instead of practically awarding Gold to us just for who we are, the filthy management decides to put in CHEATERS in the mix back at The Clash! Do you know how offensive that is? Do you know how downright stupid that decision was? And what’s worse is, those cheaters -- the fat guy and the braindead tramp, or “Tarah-Bull” as they call themselves-- could not even work as a unit if you glued them together! They were so bad and so uncoordinated that they got beaten by a bunch of galloping imbeciles that barely debuted in OWA! And they call themselves potential World Champions? They call themselves MAIN EVENTERS? Those mediocre wrestlers? This level of stupidity is exactly the type of thing The Dollhouse will fix! No need to thank us for our heroic act! No need to build statues and sculptures of our image! We are presenting our talents and gifts that were passed on to us by our family of wrestlers out of the kindness of our hearts! We are letting you see our limitless potential and the greatness that we bring to the ring to let you know what true wrestlers, true future World Champions and a true tag team should look like!

Beautiful. Breathtaking. Amazing.

Powerful.

Everything The Dollhouse represents.

Everything that you try to be. Everything you wish you could be. Everything The Wild Boys can never be!

It’s finally come…

We’ve been waiting for so long…

Too long...

IT’S FAN MAIL TIME!!!

Hey, everyone, DiVa here!

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Is everyone as excited for The Dollhouse’s first EVER chance to become double Tag Team Champions?! DiVa sure is! And to celebrate, DiVa has decided to bring to you a very important piece of her work as an idol, and that is reading and responding to fan mail! Now DiVa may not have done any of the sorting and reading herself, but she is more than willing to respond to one of her loves! Most in this business just throw them all in the trash, and others aren’t even popular enough to get any mail, and that does make DiVa sad… So let’s read through a letter and make DiVa feel happy! Because DiVa wants you to know that you are as important to DiVa as DiVa is to you!

Fan Letter from Joey Hekker in Tampa Bay, Florida: “Dear DiVa, for many years I suffered from depression and wondered what the point to anything was. I never had a reason to get up every day. That was, until I found you. Your songs inspired me so much! Your wrestling left me in awe! Your beauty absolutely stunned me! I have a reason to keep going now, and it’s all thanks to you. Thank you so much, you have no idea how much you mean to me!”

Awww! Isn’t that adorable, everyone? DiVa is SO happy she could be such an inspiration! You DO have a reason to keep going, Johnny! You’re special in your own way, and you know what way that is? Even if you’ve spent your entire life doing meaningless tasks for barely any money that’s resulted in a descent existence at BEST… You chose to give up on genuinely turning your life around! You did what everyone should do in their darkest hour and find something - anything - to numb the pain, even if it never goes away! You found something to keep you hanging on for as long as possible, just like how most people find hobbies to keep them going! It’s kinda like busy work until you die, but that’s okay! Because you can die happy knowing that you spent the rest of your life supporting DiVa! And that’s the message that DiVa wants to spread to all of her loves today! You DO matter, no matter what anyone says! No matter how many facts there are that you don’t matter! You do matter to DiVa!

As long as you support DiVa and Sweet Roxy and The Dollhouse, of course! Because as much as it breaks DiVa’s heart, there ARE people in the World who… Well… Don’t have a place here. That have no point in living. That have no point in doing anything. Sometimes there just isn’t a point to things, and that’s okay. Sometimes you find yourself in an abyss and ask what is the point to things. You might ask yourself “What’s the point in Teryn Novice and Bill Connel being a Tag Team and winning the Championships, only to lose them immediately?” and you’ll never find a decent enough answer, because there IS no point. You might ask yourself “Why did The Dollhouse randomly show up on Odyssey for a week to help someone they don’t know before immediately walking out of the match 7 days later?” and you’ll never get something definitive, because there was no point, and there never will be! So many things don’t make sense when you’re out there on your own in the cold! Things can seem bleak and hopeless when you stop and think about it, and that’s okay! Because that’s why DiVa is here! She doesn’t want anyone to question all of these things and feel like nothing matters, because if you place your faith in DiVa and The Dollhouse, you’ll find a purpose! You’ll find a meaning! You’ll find that there IS a point to things, even if it’s buried under so many bad things!

And right now, in the Tag Team Division, all of my loves get to witness firsthand the distinct difference between hope and despair! Meaning and pointlessness! Because while you all celebrate and support The Dollhouse as the reigning and defending and first and ONLY OWA Women’s Tag Team Champions of the WHOLE WIDE WORLD…. You might find yourself frustrated and confused, wondering who the Openweight Tag Team Champions are… And that’s okay! Because DiVa doesn’t know who they are either! No one does! DiVa tries so hard to remember who they are… But it’s like it was erased from her memory… Oh! DiVa knows! It’s because they ARE nobody! It’s like when DiVa eats just a slice of bread and wonders why she did that, because it didn’t taste delicious and it didn’t fill her tummy up! All it did was make her question why she did it! And that’s exactly how she and everyone else feels when they look at who the Openweight Tag Team Champions are! The World has to look at them and question what the point of anything is, especially Tag Team wrestling, because why bother if someone so bland, so unimpressive, and so boooring can capture the Titles? And to that, DiVa says DO NOT DESPAIR! DO NOT GIVE IN TO HOPELESSNESS! Because The Dollhouse is here to bring meaning to your lives! To bring meaning to the Tag Team Championships! Don’t feel despair at the thought of nobodies holding onto these precious pieces of gold that were ruthlessly stolen from The Dollhouse in the first place! Don’t give in and question what the point of it all is! Because The Dollhouse will give you hope! The Dollhouse will give you a reason to watch when they capture the Championships and combine them with our Women’s Championships to create something even MORE beautiful! Don’t think of it as the Tag Team Championships being held hostage by nobodies that give no value to them! Think of this as one big amazing ceremony! One where the Championships are vacated, and all The Dollhouse has to do is walk up to the stage and take them off of the silver platter they’ve been delivered on, and hold them up for the World to see and cheer for! Look for the silver lining! Wait for The Dollhouse to be the shining, guiding light through the dark clouds! You DO have meaning, my loves! Your lives have value in supporting our lives! Our dreams are your dreams! Our victory is YOUR victory! And we’ll all win and celebrate and be happy together on Sunday! YAY!

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Everyone wants to know what Carlos has been up to of late when he’s not wrestling sooooo….here’s a look at the Japanese commercial Carlos recently shot, hawking merchandise in the fashion only he can.

ATTENTION! YOUR PROGRAM WILL COME BACK ON THE AIR AFTER THIS BRIEF ANNOUNCEMENT FROM THE KING OF TELEVISION, OWA TELEVISION CHAMPION CARLOS ROSSO!!

Narrator(translated from Japanese): He has conquered the world of pro wrestling! He has conquered the business world! Now, Carlos Rosso, wrestling legend and fitness enthusiast has a special workout regimen in place to help you achieve the greatest results! THE BOOTY WARRIOR WORKOUT!

Carlos(screaming his lungs out in Japanese): OI, YOU! ARE YOU ATTEMPTING TO BE THE GREATEST ATHLETE IN YOUR PREFECTURE!? DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU ARE FAILING!? I DO! WHAT DO RENOWNED ATHLETES LIKE NATASHA NIGHT, CARLOS ROSSO, ARIA JAXON AND CM NAS HAVE IN COMMON!? WE HAVE AMAZING, STRONG BACKSIDES! EVERYONE KNOWS THAT THE CORE MUSCLES AND THE MUSCLES OF THE LEGS AND POSTERIOR ARE IMPORTANT, AND WITH MY BOOTY WARRIOR WORKOUT YOU WILL HAVE BUNS OF STEEL AND CRUSHING YOUR ATHLETIC COMPETITION IN NO TIME!

(A brief montage of Carlos doing insane workouts such as deadlifts and squats while being struck by a wooden paddle are shown.)

Carlos(still screaming somehow): MY WORKOUTS ARE TOO EXTREME FOR RANK AMATEURS LIKE YOU! BUT THE BOOTY WARRIOR WORKOUT HAS BEEN DEVELOPED IN CONJUNCTION WITH THE FINEST ATHLETES AND PERSONAL TRAINERS IN THE WORLD! LIKE A MASK IS IMPORTANT TO A MASKED MAN, A BUTT MUST BE IMPORTANT TO A BUTT MAN! GET OFF THE COUCH AND GET YOUR REAR IN GEAR! ORDER THE BOOTY WARRIOR WORKOUT TODAY AT THE ADDRESS ON YOUR SCREEN! DON’T DELAY A SECOND, YOU LAZY PUNKS!

[After a pretty easy warm-up match at an OWA live event, Carlos Rosso heads back to the backstage area with the OWA Television Championship draped over his shoulder.]

Carlos: I will try to keep this brief. I have a very important engagement waiting for me. Louisiana Comic Con! Me, hundreds of beautiful cosplay girls and annoying mouthbreathers asking pointless questions. Anyway, I guess you all think I should be concerned about Maggall, that’s his name, right? In some ways I am a little concerned. I mean, look at the guy. He’s a super-heavyweight who can do things that some cruiserweights can’t do. He’s an athletic marvel and someone who made his bones working in the Phantom Troupe before it disbanded. I’m also concerned about the state of the poor belt if he wins. Can you imagine him trying to put this tiny thing around his waist? I know he said he was going to put it on his shoulder, but our referees are idiots. One of them may try to put it around his waist if he beats me. That alone is giving me incentive to beat him.

(Carlos hands off the belt to his manager Mao as she approaches and takes her place beside him.)

Carlos: I heard Maggall’s comments and I’m not going to scream at him and I’m not going to threaten him with bodily harm. But I do wonder if he’s delusional as he sounds. He says he knows more about me than anyone on the roster. Has he forgotten I’ve clashed with Jacob Senn and beaten Jacob Senn more than anyone else on the Olympus roster? He’s the World Champion, right? He knows me pretty well. Does he know I used to roll with Billy and Jimmy Wild, the Wild Boys, the NEW OWA Openweight Tag Team Champions?! Does he know that Stephanie Matsuda, one of my best friends, came in and helped out the Odyssey GM when she was in a pinch? Does he realize my crazy little sister works here? I mean, there are plenty of people that know me well, but that doesn’t mean any of them can beat me. Maggall has probably studied tapes, listened to whatever mentors he had in whatever chicken shit gym he was trained in. But knowing about Carlos Rosso is not the same as standing across the ring from him. It’s not the same as absorbing blow after blow from him. It’s not the same as beating Carlos Rosso.

Mao: Don’t do that. The third person thing. LANNISTER did that enough where we used to be for everyone. Please, just stop.

Carlos: Hey, take it easy. Anyway, another thing is that he doesn’t respect some things about me, like me not getting worked up when called an “Alpha”. Who gives a crap what they call us? Extremists, Elitists, Goddesses, Alphas, Omegas, Whatever. It’s all the same to me. It’s just a corporate label. I am a wrestler. I know it and the people know it, so I don’t care what the office says.

Mao: Carlos is working on anger management, but Maggall has pissed ME off. Do you have any idea of who you are talking to? You have any idea who you are saying isn’t worthy of the title of King? If ANYONE on this roster has the right to call themselves King, it’s this man that you’ll be facing, asshole. Everywhere he has gone, he has completed the journey that you’re just now taking baby steps towards. You whine about how the championship should have already been yours, but none of that means anything now. The man that you’re facing has held dozens of titles in his crushing embrace and this one will not be the one you get your big ugly hands on. You are just another young insect, another ant standing before the Colossus, promising change and revolution and you haven’t the slightest clue how you’re going to do it.

Carlos: You are mistaken, Maggall, if you think I’m just going to lay down and be overwhelmed by someone like you. I am the King of the Roses and the King of Television for a reason, they are earned monikers. I defeated 29 men and women for one and beat the man that ended the most dominant reign this title has seen in it’s short existence before mine. You see this title as a stepping stone? I see it a little differently. I see it as something that, with my might and my legacy, I will elevate to something on par with the World Championships of OWA...if not beyond them. There won’t be a need for a press release after I’ve dropped you on your head and cleared another obstacle out of my way to Jacob Senn or whoever is holding that title of his. In just a few days you will see the strength of the King for yourself. And you’re going to do like everyone else I’ve ever faced has eventually done. You will bow down and with begrudging obedience you will utter these words:

Carlos Rosso….ICHIBAN.

Every Alpha will eventually be replaced! March 19th 2019, 8:27 am by **The Udy**

A figure is seen sitting alone near an empty ring in a gym....

He looks at the camera and smirks.

"Every Alpha will eventually be replaced!" , The figure shifts a bit and smirks again.

"A decade ago, my journey started. It took me around the world with the final destination being OWA" The figure glances at the OWA logo perched atop the entrance.

"The funny thing is just like every food you eat has a ketchup, every one here calls himself an Alpha" , He looks at the camera again and lets out a wry laughter.

"Do you know me?" The laughter turns into a sinister smile!

"The Demon Wolf has invaded your territory and 'The Real Alpha' will rule the violent and dangerous jungle of OWA" , Udy runs his fingers through his hair and stares at the camera with a crazed look now!

"I have always got what I have set my eyes on but unlike petty folks I don't run wagging my tail behind mundane things. What drives me is something more elemental and something more......." , Udy stops and smirks again.

"All over the world I have traveled and accomplished all I wanted to and now I look forward to replace the all the fake alphas who run around in packs", He lets out a maniacal laughter!

"I am here to officially warn all. Your fake bravado and machismo is like silicon stuff used by the Kardashians....The real blood will be spilled though......And it will not be pretty" , Udy removes his collar mike and drops it.

He stands up and starts walking.

The Demon Wolf stops and lets out a howl.....

The camera cuts slowly as the howl fades out!

(At the sound of helicopters wild!)

“Over the endless miles of hills in the world, over countless ocean, over flat valleys, and countless nights, the search has been on for one man!”

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(A woman flies out of a helicopter like it was straight out of an action movie, and she lands safely on the ground and rises with purpose.)

OWA Investigative Journalist: All in a day’s work of OWA’s top executive investigative journalist, I have found where you’ve been hiding!

(Maggall is then seen before her, under a tree, sleeping.)

Maggall: Big booty hoes, big booty hoes…..big….booty…hoes.

(She lightly kicks Maggall awake.)

Maggall: Oh shit, what day is today?

OIJ: Where were you during Olympus, you were scheduled to be on commentary for Carlos vs Allesandro!

Maggall: Well uh, it was the daily saving’s time, totally made me miss my flight!

OIJ: ….Olympus is on Fridays! Did you even bother to watch the show?! Did you see Carlos beat the Cruiserweight Champion?

Maggall: Obviously I didn’t, or I would have bothered showing up. I don’t watch Olympus, why would I watch Olympus?!!!

(Maggall gets offended at the idea of a former Phantom Troupe member caring enough to watch an OWA show and hits the tree while he angrily rises and flails his arms as the OIJ runs. He then does the Trinitarian formula prayer motion to calm down. Just then an apple drops on his head from his earlier tree hit. He then picks it up.)

Maggall: In countless religions and tales, there are fabled apples from trees that represent forbidden knowledge, power, or even ability to fill your hungry stomach when you have no right to the laboured fruits of man.

There is the tree of knowledge in the Garden of Eden, where it is said the world’s first simp obeyed the worlds first thot to lead us down this life we all live now. There is the Tree of Might that if planted is said to rob the world of its resources and give thy who eats its fruit nigh limitless power. There is the Zaqqum Tree found in the Koran’s hell, it beacons for those starving in hell to come chew on the fruit that if eaten “like dregs of oil; it shall boil in (their) bellies.” Many are obsessed with these tales and incorporate them into their own stories of human’s doing anything to eat spoils only found from surviving a cruel place or threat, the J-Dynasty is no different.

Despite my excommunication, I did in fact train in the Wrestling Grotto, and ate from the Jaqqum Tree, even though I clearly don’t like fruit hahaha! They could take away my honour, they could deny me a right to carry their flag or earn a new name, but they could not take away the knowledge gained. I know more about Carlos Rosso than anyone in this damn company, and I’ll forget more about him than any of these idiots in the company that worship him like some sort of elder ever will know.

I respect Carlos, but I don’t respect that he sees himself as some type of king for these people, nor do I respect that he doesn’t feel sick to his stomach any day they call him an “Alpha” like a member of this roster. I never wanted to be an Alpha, I never wanted to be assimilated into being just another part of the roster or the damn show, I wanted to come in and wreck shop with the rest of the Phantom Troupe. This was to be my Magnanimous Opus, to help my allies wipe this speck of filth off the face of the earth! But my charity was wasted, and all I have left is anger and malcontent, a purpose to destroy and torment all that is before me just so I can tell how much damage I can do before my time is over. Can I take a title? I would think so.

As for you Carlos, I don’t think I should leave you here to waste your final days, I remain a magnanimous man after all. I won’t speak of your age or how you aren’t what you use to be, it is both obvious and something I’m sure you’ve heard before. But as a man not impressed with where this industry is going, where the small and delicate dare use the moniker of giants, I find it abhorrent that a man who wears the championship of a prince declares himself king. I say it twice for good measure, that’s a prince championship for someone on the path of being king, not to declare themselves such before finishing the journey. You can call yourself the king of TV, but you merely wear a championship that would have been mine in my debut if Christopher Sabertooth had any dignity as champion and had put it on the line when we faced off on the very TV broadcasting that a championship like that should always be defended on. You calling yourself king no different than these scrawny 5’9”s and 170 pound squirts walking around these days daring to use terms like titan of industry, or act like they are somehow bigger than life. Even us all being called Alphas boils my blood, there can only be one alpha in a pack, so why do we all carry this moniker? This is place that requires drastic upheaval, and you have to take matters into your own hands if you ever want what you deserve. So I’ll go to forbidden lands to find the fruits of my labour, yes Scorched Earth is just the right soil to find my feast. I won’t win that title for some empty king persona, I’ll win it so no one else has it, and so I take one step higher up the OWA ladder, where at the top lies the scrawny neck of this company that I can snap between my massive hands just as easily as I can yours!

So go tell your managers, sponsors, or whatever video game cosplayers you have nowadays that clean your diapers and are meant to showcase how badass or negligent you are by playing the hold backers in your silent “hold me back!” routine; Tell them to be ready to have a thousand press releases and spin doctored tales to keep you looking strong. Because the title is being wrapped right around my waist!

Well maybe it’s too small for that, but you know, they’ll put it on my shoulder..just like where any chance of Olympus being carried to legitimacy is.

(End)

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) March 16th 2019, 11:59 pm by Megan Harper

Y'all ain't getting the last word in.

Stop repeating yourselves. I won't repeat myself either.

I've said everything that's needed to be said.

I will fuck you all up at Pluto's Gate and Samantha Garza will fade away like the rest of you.

The Storm is FUCKING COMING!!

Donny Dragon: Song of Yawns

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Donny is in a sparring session with James Anderson, the two are engaged in friendly conversation while practising some kickboxing techniques.

“You’re hitting harder than usual, Donny. Anything you wanna talk about?”

All I wanna talk about is how much I’m looking forward to destroying Layne Kurobane’s existence, James. The goddamn NERVE of this guy, THE NERVE.

“It’s a travesty, Donny, a real blight on human existence, I tell ya.”

He thinks, he ACTUALLY thinks that he can fool me with his bullshit act. What, am I supposed to be psyched out by his nonsense? This son of a bitch just talks and talks while saying absolutely nothing! I mean, what was even his point? That I focus on the past too much? That he’s got me beat because he takes these things a fight at a time? If he’s dumb enough to believe that because I’m well aware of my accomplishments, that’s a distraction, then he’s fucking deluded. I get it, he wins a lot, not many people have worked out how to bring him down. He wants to talk about me saying the same thing he’s heard a million times from a million different guys? He looks like the damn CAW I made in wrestling games as a kid. And he talks like a damn on-rails promo with default selection options. Ooooh, big bad Layne Kurobane is gonna fight like hell, he’s gonna treat it like a title match, I don’t need his damn flattery. He wants to over analyse a fight with pop psychology, while I’m getting ready to kick his ass! He thinks he’s sooooo special, because he’s the most remarkable dude in a line-up of Olympic rejects. He says he’s a master of none, but if there’s one thing he truly has mastered, it’s buying into his own delusions!

Donny throws a hard roundhouse that knocks James to the ground.

“Woah! I think that’s enough for today, don’t you?”

I’m ready to keep going, man, I’m ready to slay the Spartan!

“Ha, if you say so!”

Some time passes, Donny’s sitting on the mats and nodding his head.

Yeah Layne, talk that shit, man, keep going. You’re a real annoying bastard, you know that? Don’t fucking condescend me, show me some goddamn respect. Spare me this “Oh, he’s a hell of an opponent and I’m gonna treat him seriously” nice guy act. You wanna accuse me of sounding like a broken record? If I had a dollar for every well-rounded wrestler who gave that mutual respect spiel before a match, I’d be able to buy enough stock options to get you fired. What, you wanna discredit me through damning with faint praise? I can see through you so easily, you’re about as interesting as the list of failures you’ve retained that title against. When was the last time you actually even had a challenge? You’re so giddy with the idea of facing someone who’s gonna give you the fight of your life that you’ve not considered the possibility of being utterly embarrassed.

And owning losses? Weak. Get outta here with your knock-off Yoda speeches. You watch Empire Strikes Back while you were coming up with a response to me? That old green bastard’s more intimidating than you, actually. I’d rather fight a puppet than someone who thinks paraphrasing Star Wars is a sound battle strategy. I’m focused on what I’m doing, Layne, but I’ve earned every right to talk a big game. You take pride in owning your losses and taking things on the chin, eh? Well, that’s good news because you’re gonna have to spend a lot of time processing your loss to me. Hell, you’ll still be processing it when I challenge you again for the Spartan Title and relieve you of it. You are right about one thing, though, I do want that belt for the sake of having it. I want that shit mounted on my wall, shined up so good that I can see my face in it. Nothing wrong with that, people call those things coveted prizes for a reason, you know. Man, I forget you’re even champ sometimes because you carry yourself like every other dude. Take some goddamn pride in the fact that you’re near the top of the pecking order, Layne! That title’s wasted on you, I swear. The reason guys like Scott Oasis are big names with world titles and their own damn sports agencies is because they play the game.

Don’t get me wrong, you’re a great wrestler, and you’re a dominant champion…but you’re just not a star. Hate for you to find out this way, but it’s the truth. People have already moved on from your world title dreams being dashed. You were literally challenging for the top belt last month and now you’re not in the conversation anymore, how much does that sting? Everybody’s talking about Aria Jaxon and Scott Oasis, meanwhile, you don’t even have a match for Final Destination yet. You’d think that the holder of the second-most important belt on the brand would at least have an inkling of what their path is, but you’re such an afterthought to the higher-ups that I don’t even know if you’re in their plans! If I had that belt, they’d be knocking on my doors with offers, I guarantee it. You’re not a champion, you’re a decoration. You’re the guy they send out there when they need a title match and nobody of any importance is available. After I kick your ass and piss on your parade, it might be the biggest favour anybody’s ever done for you. You’ll know how it feels to actually be talked about as if you’re a part of something great. Obviously, you’ll still be playing second fiddle to a much more worthy performer, but that’s the price we pay for greatness sometimes. See you on Sunday, champ, can’t wait to make you my bitch.

Donny chuckles and goes to leave. He pauses.

Oh, and one more thing, the only Spartan I rep is Leonidas.

(DiVa’s phone shakes as the recording starts as all that can be seen are she and Roxy dressed in cute matching pink casual wear)

DiVa: HELLO, MY LOVES! DIVA HERE!

Roxy: And I’m Sweet Roxy!

DiVa & Roxy: AND WELCOME…

(The camera is held up higher by a selfie stick to show a beautiful pink mansion behind them that’s blurred with a large “PROPERTY OF IDOLL ENTERTAINMENT” over it)

DiVa & Roxy: TO THE DOLLHOUSE!

DiVa: We’re SO excited to bring this to you! We wanted to wait to reveal the surprise, but we just couldn’t contain ourselves!

Roxy: I know! We’ve just been so busy this week! That’s all we do, isn’t it? Just work, work, and more work. Can anyone really deny that we’re the hardest working women in this company? Harper and Cloud are the first to raise a flag and verbally jerk off the likes of Tarah Nova and Aria Jaxon for their so-called “trailblazing” for all women, and yet what are THEY doing right now? Here’s what they’re doing - Aria is currently sitting on her ass waiting to be handed a World Title shot from a paper Champion - LAYNE WAS ROBBED - and Tarah Nova is currently laying down for a lot more than a three count with her hubby to ensure that HE’S the bottom bitch when Scorched Earth comes rolling along! But news flash! We won’t be paying attention, and neither will the rest of the World! Because they’ll be watching The Dollhouse become the first EVER and ONLY double Tag Team Champions!

DiVa: OMG! I CAN’T WAIT! There’s gonna be so many of my loves just packing the property around here hoping to get an autograph when they see what we’ve done! DiVa could barely contain herself waiting to show off the new and OFFICIAL Dollhouse to everyone! But it’s finally here, and nobody can stop it! And DiVa knows that there’s so many meanies out there that would just love to tell The Dollhouse that we haven’t earned the right to celebrate anything yet, but we promise this isn’t just some premature victory! DiVa knows that all of our cute little opponents will put up such a big fight and do their best, and that’s all that matters in the end, right?

Roxy: Not at all. I’m gonna be honest, they should probably kill themselves if they lose on Sunday and let us take over with Garza.

DiVa: Roxy! You’re so mean! People die when they kill themselves! They shouldn’t do that! They should just give up and listen to The Dollhouse for once! Because this beautiful new home isn’t just for them to be forced to look up at in jealousy and envy for what they could have had if they chose the right side to fight for! The Dollhouse welcomes EVERYONE to be a part of our lovely new home! But everyone knows that every house has its rules! Everyone that gets to be guests in someone’s home has to know that they can’t be rude or make trouble, isn’t that right?

Roxy: I couldn’t have said it better myself, because what happens when someone makes trouble?

DiVa: They get disciplined for being bad!

Roxy: That’s right! And under Garza, The Dollhouse will make sure that dykes and whores like Cloud and Harper get the properly discipline they need when they decide to throw a tantrum because they just weren’t good enough to win, just like they weren’t good enough to make it anywhere else until their delusional asses washed up on OWA’s shores! Nobody but DeMarco wanted them here, and why? BECAUSE SHE HAS LITERALLY NO ONE ELSE! She has NOTHING! So why not call up some washed up hasbeens to come do her dirty work for her? Why not? You think Cloud and Harper had anything better going for them?

DiVa: Oh nonsense, Roxy! I’m sure they were doing their best with whatever they put their minds to! They flourished in the retirement home with knitting and reading! They flourished as they rewatched all the old tapes where they were Champions and winning such awesome HUGE matches… Years ago! They did everything they could to make the absolute most of their situation, and DiVa personally thinks they deserve a round of applause for that! Even if they are having trouble finding a proper direction in life! They can always reform themselves in our new home! And disciplining them is the only way to go! It’ll break DiVa’s heart to have to put them in the corner… Or outside in the backyard… Or on the streets… But it’ll be okay! Because DiVa believes in them! She believes they can better themselves no matter how much they kick and scream against the biggest loss of their careers! They… They… Who are we talking about again?

Roxy: EXACTLY! Who ARE we talking about? Let’s be honest, they don’t matter, and they never did. Why are they here? Because they had nothing better to do. Why are they here? Because they have no allies just as much as DeMarco has no allies. Nobody else was willing to step up to the plate and put everything on the line to ensure she remains in charge of this brand! Literally no one! And let’s be honest, that says so much more than any beating we could possibly give two pieces of trash like Cloud and Harper. That speaks volumes. And when the smoke has cleared, you know what her biggest contribution is gonna be? Her biggest contribution will be the pain and agony and suffering that she puts those three idiots through because she made them believe that they stood a chance against a greater good. One that’s bigger, badder, and stronger than any of them! But don’t worry, Cloud. Don’t worry, Nicole and Harper. We’ll be sure to beat her into a coma too when we’re done with you. No need to thank us.

DiVa: Oh my gosh! We forgot to give everyone a tour of the new house!

Roxy: It’s alright. They don’t need to see the inside of this. They’re already living in our house. Right in the middle of our World. They just won’t know it yet until tomorrow.

DiVa: YAY! BYE, EVERYONE!

(Roxy sarcastically waves while DiVa smiles before recording stops)

2013

Miami, Florida

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It was a much happier time in the life of Erica Ford. Fresh out of Carlos Rosso’s wrestling academy, the baby-faced rookie was tearing up the independent scene in Florida, having just captured her first regional singles title. After giving her thanks to the small but boisterous crowd of just over 600 in the cramped high school gym she performed in, the freshly minted champion made her way to the back where most of her peers were waiting, even the woman she had defeated for the title. Erica was smiling, but humble, thanking everyone for their help until a young blonde of similar stature snuck up behind her and gave her a massive bear hug.

Aurora Rose: OH MY GOD! FLORIDA WOMEN’S CHAMP! YOU DID IT!

Erica: Uh, partner….ribs are a little sore there? Mind letting me breathe?

Aurora: Oh…(lets go)...right. My bad. Congratulations, girl. I didn’t think you had it in you.

Erica: Neither did I.

Aurora: You know what this means, right?

Erica: You’re asking me for a match already? C’mon, I don’t want to fight my bestie!

Aurora: No, no, no, you silly dork. We gotta win the tag belts now! I can’t be seen without any gold and you’re the champ of a whole state now.

Erica: (closely examining the belt) Eh, it’s more of metal plates and cheap leather, not one of those really gaudy belts.

Aurora: So what are we doing tonight? We’ve gotta celebrate! And not just with Mario Kart or something, we need to go out!

Erica: I have no idea, I guess we could round up some of the girls and hit that bar downtown everyone says is legit. No alcohol for you though. Last time we got around alcohol you nearly got us both arrested.

Aurora: Hey, at least I’m not doing anything crazy when I’m sober, unlike YOU. Do I need to remind you about the time we went to Putt Putt and you got us kicked out because you lost a bet?!

Erica:.....We don’t speak of that.
(The two friends share a laugh as Erica notices a girl just a couple of years younger than her and Aurora watching them. Erica immediately recognizes the girl as her trainer Carlos’s younger sister who would visit the gym frequently but never train with them. She had a match earlier in the evening, Erica remembered. It was a losing effort from here, but the girl showed grit and toughness despite looking unsure of herself and her skills. Diantha had much shorter hair at the time and was not quite as muscular. Her eyes had an innocence about them as Erica and Aurora approached.)

Erica: Hey, you’re Carlos’s little sis, ain’t ya? Why didn’t you tell me you were coming to Florida to get started!? Aurora and me would have been happy to let you crash at our apartment.

Diantha: Well, you see, he doesn’t know about me coming out to Florida. No one in my family does.

(The Sky Drivers turn to glance at each other in confusion before turning back to Diantha.)

Diantha: I left to train on my own. Wrestling is very serious business in my family. My mother and father both wrestled, Carlos wrestles, I’ve been told my little brothers are being groomed to wrestle too. They don’t want me to. I’m not a good athlete, you know? I’m a little clumsy and quiet. My family thinks that I’ll get hurt or embarrass myself doing this for a living and refused to train me. I left to find someone else to train me after Carlos told me repeatedly that he wouldn’t before he went back to EAW. It turns out my family has pretty substantial reach. I got blacklisted. A complete untouchable to the point nobody would train me.

Aurora: How did you find someone to train you then, let alone put you on a show!?

Diantha: (smiles) Well, my brother isn’t without enemies. One of his old rivals saw to it I got trained properly, but I only got the basics down. When my family found out I was training under the lady, she asked me to leave because of the financial pressure she was under. I’ve just been running from one independent and outlaw promotion to the next, looking for help anywhere I can find it.

Erica:....Why do you want to do this? Wrestle, I mean?

Diantha: Why do you?

Erica: Well, me and my partner here plan on going straight to the top! We want to be the most kickass team we can be and inspire as many people as possible. And make a shitload of money.

Diantha: I just want my family to accept me. I was always too weak, too little, too nice. I can’t even compete under my real name because if I did, promoters would just turn me away. I’ve even had to wear masks. I don’t really care about money, fame, things like that. I just want people to see and appreciate my wrestling. I want to be accepted. That’s all I want.

Erica: …….

Aurora: What are you thinking, partner?

Erica: Look, we may not have many connections, but we can try to help. Don’t you have a friend heading down to Mexico to train for a bit. You think you can maybe see if Diantha can tag along?

Aurora: Uh, sure? Lemme see if I can call her real quick. I haven’t done my good deed for the day yet anyway!

(As Aurora steps away to make a quick call, Diantha smiles and extends her hand.)

Diantha: You were great tonight. I hope one day we can meet in the ring.

(Erica accepts the handshake, beaming with her new championship draped over her shoulder.)

Erica: Me too!

2016

Mexico City, Mexico

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{The tournament had been long and hard, especially for an outsider like herself. Diantha stood alone in the ring, winning her second trophy in a row. The Young Lioness Cup was hers again. Her body was in much stronger condition now, hardened by intense training and a rough existence. She wasn’t making much money, even as someone who could be trusted to put on incredible quality matches. After she accepted the trophy, she announced that she would be returning to her native United States once more to pursue opportunities there. Her Spanish wasn’t great, but the people believed her wrestling was. She vowed to return to the Mexican people a Champion, to show them a bright new future brought about with the might of her fists. As the confetti came down and she posed for pictures, Diantha was sure that this was what she was meant to do with her life. All the while, somewhere in the crowd, Erica Ford sat with a smile, watching her friend live her dream to the fullest.}

We aren’t so different, Azumi. You and I are cut from similar cloths. You aren’t the best athlete, neither am I. We both push ourselves to break past our physical limitations. The product of your effort is the fact that you’re holding the OWA Women’s World Championship. Mine is the fact that I’m challenging for the same title. Loss after loss after loss hardened us. It discouraged us, it changed us, but it never broke us. And look where we are. Despite the ridicule of underachieving bimbos like the Dollhouse, despite the fact that women like Tarah Nova and Aria Jaxon look down upon us and won’t share the same ring as us, we are here. We have made our present so! And just because we may not be the sexy vixens or the legends that people want to see, we are the best that the world has to offer in women’s wrestling. No...we are the best that the world has to offer in wrestling PERIOD. Look at the coverage that our bout is getting, look at the interest generated. Under our might, Odyssey is no longer a punchline. We are the ones delivering punches now.

To make sure we’re on the up and up, I am aware that just because you’re being nice to me doesn’t mean you won’t fight me. I just wish you would stop with the pretense. You see, Natalie makes my skin crawl. She’s a disgusting, manipulative, insane, filthy bitch. But she’s HONEST about it. I know what I’m getting when I see her. And whilst I don’t like it by any means, I begrudgingly enough give respect to her for that. You? No. All this talk about monsters being locked away and the “horrible person I used to be is sealed away” is absolute nonsense. This isn’t some anime and you’re not under a spell. Human beings are capable of very dark, very horrifying things. I know that you still have that in you, and guess what? I’m going to pull every bit of that darkness out of you. I’m going to beat you so badly that you’ll be forced to show the world your true, ugly nature. Erica knows that the monster still dwells in you, and that’s why she’s come here to see you be destroyed in person. She wants to see the wickedness that hurt her so badly be vanquished.

Your responsibilities, your dreams...as admirable as they are I don’t really care about them. You want to drag everyone up with you, have them believe as you believe, do as you do. This isn’t a fucking dojo. It’s the real world. People make their own decisions, live their own lives, and I for one don’t see a need to listen to you or follow your example. I don’t care about Odyssey’s status. I don’t care about you or anyone else on the roster. I don’t honestly even care about your title. But I do care about wrestling. MY wrestling. I want the world to see true athleticism, true strength, true power. MY power. I want them to see what my own family spurned. I want the world to see that the person who suffered the longest losing streak in OWA’s history is capable of rising to the top. Your responsibilities don’t matter to me. In fact, they won’t matter to you either because as far as you being OWA Women’s Champion is concerned, I’m going to relieve you of them.

My talent is not wasted. My heart is not corrupted. This is who I am. It’s always who I’ve been. I finally have found the courage to live this way. And with this new courage and my mentor guiding me, I’m going to destroy the Ace. Why? Because Ace high always loses to a pair of Queens. Enjoy the precious moments you have left as champion, Azumi. You worked hard for them. You deserve them. Unfortunately, all title reigns eventually end. Yours just happens to end this week.

We are similar, but we are not the same. And I will prove it by defeating you.

You suffer for what you did? Hmph. A guilty conscience isn’t suffering, it’s just your brain reminding you of what you did and what you’ve become. Do you think you can hide from me, Azumi-Chan? I know everything. I know who and what you are. You aren’t a role model. You aren’t a mentor. You aren’t a champion. You are just a filthy monster. I know how stubborn you are, Yes I do! I also know that you’re terrified inside. You can’t own up to what you did, that what you did is no longer apart of you. You sound like a death row prisoner, begging for her life, trying to convince the people seeking to take her life that the actions that led her to the gallows were not of her own free will, but of some “monster” that doesn’t exist anymore!

No amount of pleading can save you from the executioner.

You are no longer the impulsive young woman I once tried to help. You are now a cowardly woman who sees her time in the sun has finally come to an end. Deep in your heart, you know what is going to happen. You will finally pay for everything, and we are going to take your title. You fear the darkness, you fear embracing the monster within your soul. Diantha and I do not. She and she alone is best equipped to destroy you, and she will. She will then go on to surpass not only you, but me, Matsuda, Jaxon, Cage, and every woman in the world.

Your sun is setting….our Burning Moon is rising.

It’s too late to beg forgiveness, Azumi. The execution warrant has already been signed.

All will grovel before the Iron Lioness.

I.

People can call me a lotta shit. Loud, brash, hard-headed, whatever the fuck else. All those labels fit just fine. You know what not a soul on this earth can call me, though? A coward. When I got something to say to somebody, I make sure they here me. Sneak-dissing ain’t my style, and neither is running up on somebody from behind. See, the way I see it? If you know you can handle somebody, then you deal with them straight-up. I give people a chance to stop the ass-beating they got coming -- then I stomp them out anyway.

It served me well, I guess. I mean, I’m here, right? Handling business that way got me a shot at becoming Queen of the Ring, and it’s a chance I ain’t about to squander. At Boiling Point last year, I was in the match to crown the first-ever Queen of the Ring, but I didn’t succeed. What’s funny about that is that someone like Lieta Collins might think I’m ashamed of coming up short back then, but nah. Those near-misses -- Boiling Point, Civil War, Odyssey X -- all they did was light a fire under my ass. My hunger to win now is more insatiable than it’s ever been. This thumb-faced, greasy-haired, crooked-toothed, washed-up ex-MMA fighter ass bitch is tryna take food off my plate. So now I gotta crack her skull.

Typically, people only run their mouth like this to an opponent they already beat, but here you are, talking down to me like you got the game all figured out. The only thing you got over me resembling a “win” over me is that sneak attack I talked about before. If you’re so big and bad, why not see me straight up? And don’t give me none of that shit about “we operate on MY time”, because I ain’t tryna hear it. You did what you had to do to make you feel like you had the upper hand coming into all of this, but I sure as fuck don’t feel like the underdog here. Yeah, I lost to Rochelle back when she and I were beefing, and yeah, I separated my shoulder in that match. Things happen the way they’re meant to, though. Even if I hadn’t gotten injured, I still needed to take a step back and get my shit together. I needed to screw my head on straight and figure out what exactly I was tryna do here on Odyssey. Don’t get shit twisted -- the men in The Unchained, I loved them. That was my family. But I know I’m at my best when I’m fighting for myself and nobody else. I’m not tryna win Queen of the Ring and eventually become a champion for a stable or for the culture. This is for ME. And the fact that you don’t believe that when you’re now the one flying a stable’s flag is reeeeeeeally fucking funny. Did you or did you not latch onto your first bit of relevance because your husband was already somebody and because he let you join his little cult? I don’t give a fuck what you did in OWT, LAW, some underground ass Fight Club type shit...you were NOBODY before you started taking backshots from Nate Cage. And you can say whatever you want about my hiatus. Before it, I was down in the goddamn trenches. I was on Odyssey from day one helping to put this brand on the map, and trust me, your name wasn’t on anybody’s radar at that point. My journey ain’t anywhere close to being done. I can’t even see my peak from where I’m at now, and if you think I got any second thoughts about breaking your face on my way up there? I don’t know what to tell you.

You’re all about tryna take the easy way out, if you can. I see what you were going for on Odyssey last week. Beat me up and soften me up for Pluto’s Gate so you don’t gotta do as much heavy lifting...it might’ve worked if you were smart enough to really take me out. Or, scratch that, it would’ve worked if you were really the killer you say you are. If you had me right where you wanted me, why not finish the job? I’ma make you wish you had. When you lose and you gotta make excuses for why you came up short, I promise you, you’re gonna wish you finished me off when you had the chance. It’s gonna be real hard for your husband’s little clique to rule the world when you can’t even lock down Odyssey. The fake ass Monarch can keep her plastic Party City crown. I’m coming for what REALLY matters. Pluto’s Gate is where I become the Queen of the Ring. For you, just like the real Ground Zero, it’s where everything comes crashing down. I’m gonna bodybag your lame ass.

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Pluto's Gate Promo #1: “Finding my Way Again”

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*Eris walked across her graveyard. A heavy breath escaping her lips as she moved among the graves and the wind blew leaves that had fallen in her direction. Eris looked determined, focused. But her expression wasn't only that, anxiousness racked her features. She seemed even.. nervous for what was to come*

Eris: Maybe… maybe I don't want to end it.

*Footage of the feud so far between Natalie and Eris is woven in between Eris’ slow saunter through her home. Eris sighs shakily*

Eris: Maybe… after this… I'll have nothing left…

*The footage shows Eris being thrown off the stage by Natalie, then Eris dumping blood on Natalie's head. Finally, Eris pinning Natalie in the tag team match that they had on Odyssey*

Eris: Maybe… maybe you're right. Maybe I'm a pushover Natalie… maybe I just can't get it done when the chips are down. Maybe it just isn't going to happen tomorrow night for me. You know what? If you beat me? I'm fine with that. I am the Cleanser… I have done this for so long in the name of cleaning Odyssey of it's faults… but what I have realized is that along the way, I became a hypocrite. I became what I hated the most. I stopped respecting my mission and only pursued the part of it that left me with the aggression that excused me from things like tearing people apart in front of a live audience. I lost sight of what was truly important, and if for that I'm not able to stand against you tomorrow night and win a shot to be on the top of this division. I will go home with the pride that I took you to your limit when all you have done is doubted my skill. I've touted that I led myself down the wrong path, that I mistaked what I was supposed to be doing for a violent rampage that left multiple in it's wake and hasn't stopped.

*Eris stops walking, then slowly turns toward the camera with a weary look on her face*

Eris: and sadly, this version of Eris has one more stop to make. Pluto's Gate. Natalie there are a few important things I must tell you. You are not the only woman in this match prepared to throw everything down into the ring to win. You are not the only woman who is ready to risk their career and even their life to achieve victory tomorrow night. I said I'd accept a loss. But don't mistake that for me wanting to lose. That isn't what I mean in the absolute slightest. I'm here to fight you tooth and nail for the opportunity that you earned and I let slip between my fingers. I'm ready to silence the people that accuse me of not being able to get it done when the chips are down and the stakes high. I'm ready to bask in the glory of a well earned victory after so much hard work. But Natalie… I don't know if I'm ready to end what we've started.

*Eris’ anxious look returns, and she shakes her head. Almost as if trying to shake the thoughts from her mind and clear it. She looks back toward the camera with a frown*

Eris: You are all that I've known for so long. All that I've done has been to send a message to Natalie, or to play mind games with Natalie. Ever since our first meeting all I've ever thought about was making you feel like I was breathing down your neck. It's because of how talented you are. You bring the best out of me, and I really don't want to let that go if I can be honest. I know I'm showing a weakness to you, I know you're free to exploit everything you can, but really Natalie. Our battles, our war, have been the highlight of my short career. You really have motivated me to step up my game in a big way that I likely would never have done if I just kept dominating people on Odyssey. I thank you for what we've went through. The pain that we've caused each other, and the pain we will cause each other tomorrow. All the things you've said that have stung or will sting. I thank you for it all. It has bettered me as a wrestler.

*Eris gives a small smile and clears her throat, looking away from the camera for a moment, then back to it.*

Eris: I've seen what you have to say to me. It took three finishers from Diantha and i to keep you down on Odyssey two weeks ago. You are quite prideful of that hm? I've never quite understood that people want to get injured for the sake of bragging about it, but I'll humor that notion. You did in fact take three finishers. Very good and well to you, but also I hit you with two finishers and you did nothing but lay there. A loss in the column is a loss in the column. Small victories, yes, but that is what they are, small. You act as if you took three finishers, got up and beat us both then won the match. No, you took three finishers and then got pinned. You laid there doing nothing but panting on the ground after the first one too. Not like you tried to fight back.

*Eris’ look becomes a bit less somber as she says these things, but the anxiety returns to her quickly. She shakes her head*

Eris: If you're that keen on getting rid of me, why haven't you done it yet? Seriously, you threw me off a stage and yet here I am. I'm still standing, ready for our bout tomorrow. You keep telling me how better you are than me, I recognize your talent, Natalie. But for this entire rivalry we've had… you have been underestimating me. A fatal error and a rare flaw in someone that always seems to be so flawless. But yes, you have underestimated my work this entire time and this is really the last time I'm going to tell you not to do that. It's very unbecoming of a future woman's world champion. You really shouldn't be underestimating your competition like that. It could come back to bite you in a big way.

*Eris throws her hair behind her head*

Eris: Remember the streak I had before you beat me? Those are the bodies in this graveyard. It has been my home for a very long time. And i have been giving you only a glimpse of who I truly am.. so Natalie. For you, for everyone, I'm going to finally shed my facade. I don't need this face paint… or anything but my talent to be feared and respected… so if you'll give me but a moment. It's time for you and everyone else to see the real Eris.

*Eris goes to the fountain in the middle of her graveyard. The place she was first shown at. She allows it to overflow before diving into it. Appearing to disappear within the seemingly shallow water. The camera then zooms out as it does often when Eris ends an address to her opponent. But then freezes at a certain place, before a woman climbs out of the fountain*

Eris: Natalie… you said you were sick of my face paint hm? Well let's see how you handle this Eris. I'm ready to put you in the ground tomorrow night. Not for my own pleasure, but truly for the better of Odyssey. I had lost my way a bit ago. But now it's truly time to get back on the road that I was on. And while the path is long and winding, with a few detours along the way. We all end up at the same place… Final… Destination.

*Eris gives a small chuckle. Not a haunting giggle, as the camera zooms out on the graveyard. The clock bell tolling loudly before the feed cuts to black*

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) March 16th 2019, 10:51 pm by Megan Harper

NEWSFLASH DOLL BITCHES!!

YOU DON’T SPEAK FOR ANY OF US!!

What makes the two of you think you matter to this division so much that you have the audacity to represent all women in your “fight against discrimination”? Now I know I haven’t been here for a little while, but from what I can tell, not a single goddess in this company feels that they’re being discriminated against at all! And if they do, they probably only feel that way because of the two of you. You two are trying so hard to be Tarah Nova and Aria Jaxon, gosh it’s adorable.

I mean can the two of you even stick to the same topic? You two really put on an act, huh. Do you both realize you’re on two different pages here? It’s so evidently clear that one of you feels like you’re higher than the other and yet you call yourselves a perfect team. DiVa, for one, outright says that The Dollhouse don’t discriminate or show prejudice; they don’t hurt anybody’s feelings or call anyone names! Well sweetheart that’s just great! When you’re done playing at the kiddie table maybe you can finally join the grown ups in the real world! However, your partner in crime did nothing BUT call myself and Cloud names, and insult us to no end. Now I know for a fact that the two of us can take it because we’ve been through so much in both of our careers, but Roxy doing that basically just contradicts what you were preaching, am I right DiVa? Please, the two of you can’t even keep your stories straight.

May I remind you Roxy that, yes while I did team with HENDRIX one time, it wasn’t because we wanted to take over Odyssey. That simply wasn’t the goal there. The two of us had grudges against you and Mia Marie Vega and felt like teaming up with each other was the necessary choice. Do you also remember that the night we teamed up to take you on, we also defeated you? So yes, it was a good try wasn’t it! In fact, it was so good of a try that we walked out with our hands raised in the end! Wow! How amazing! Oh and don’t come at me with a, “oh okay yeah but I was the champion then” because you can save that for an individual that can’t see through you like I can. Your run as the OWA Women’s Champion was a complete and utter bust. In all of your defences, you should have lost. Azumi Goto? She actually had you beat at Boiling Point. Aria Jaxon? If it weren’t for your parents, that multi-coloured hair gal would probably be the champ right now if she defeated you that night. It took one simple defeat without any help on your end for everything to come crashing down for you Roxy. That’s how truly terrible you are, but you put on the smoke and mirrors and act like you’re the hottest thing around.

Your talent doesn’t match your arrogance.

Yeah you’re right, nobody really cared that I was gone, but they are paying attention now that I’m back! I mean are these shots at me really the best you’ve got? Okay, I was gone for awhile and nobody cared, but you’ve stuck around this whole time and not a single person cares either! No one likes me and no one cares for me? I’ve been dealing with that my WHOLE LIFE. No one likes YOU and no one cares for YOU, Roxy. And guess what? I know for a fact that eats at you. You want the approval of people that couldn’t care for you even if they tried to! You continue to seek the approval of your own parents that couldn’t give two shits about you!

YOU WERE AN ACCIDENT, ROXY. DID YOU KNOW THAT?!

God you are so delusional it’s amazing that you’ve managed to fool everybody for so damn long. It’s a good thing I’ve come back to expose the hell out of you, and your blonde bimbo tag partner. When was the last time I’ve actually won anything noteworthy, you ask? It was around this time last year that I was one of the most talked about women in all of professional wrestling. I had my run of the the top, and I would love to have a run of it again. All in due time, though. Roxy, I have an honest question for you. Did you actually listen to a single thing I said, or are you actually that thick-headed that you just don’t understand it when a woman realizes her own flaws and mistakes? Because that’s what I was saying when I last opened my mouth. But, I’ve improved on them. Or, I like to think I have. The only person that should be looking in the mirror is you, sweetheart. Surely you don’t think you’re that special that you believe you’re actually bringing in fans and money to this place, do you? If anything you’re turning them away. Why else do you think the fans of Odyssey are so set on seeing Viola DeMarco retain her position as General Manager here? Like I said, you’ve backed the wrong horse here. Samantha Garza will only drive away more fans and she will only lose money if she is put in power. If you can prove to me that you actually are bringing in the fans, then show the evidence. If you can prove to me that you actually are bringing in the money, then show the receipts. If you feel like The Dollhouse are truly doing the right thing for Odyssey, and if you feel like The Dollhouse are truly doing the right thing for women everywhere, then the two of you have really lost the plot. Not a single person wants to even be around you let alone associate with either of you. The two of you, along with Aphrodite Marie, look like you’re about to star in Brazzers next threesome shoot. Oh, but I look like the pornstar! Look in the mirror once you’ve removed the smoke and tell me what the fuck you see.

And let me be real with you - I would rather continue to meet my failures first hand legitimately than find myself success off the back of other people. I know you’re just a youngin’ in this game Roxy, but I’ve only been doing this for two years myself. When I was the Specialists Champion, I did it on my OWN terms. I had no help from anybody. I had no assistance. I didn’t want it. You, on the other hand, when you were the Women’s Champion here, you leeched off of everybody. Your parents, Mia Marie Vega. And now, even still, you’re leeching off of DiVa. Let me ask you this. The moment The Dollhouse is no longer - and trust me, that’s coming - how are you going to survive in this division on your own? Your entire career you’ve done nothing for yourself. Not a damn thing. You will suffocate under the pressure, Roxy. At Pluto’s Gate, I’ll give you a taste of how it will feel. You may think I’m stuck in some vortex of my own fantasies but I’ve made all of my fantasies and all of my dreams a reality. What have you done on your own that’s worth while, Roxy? Hmm? You’re a second-generation wrestler. Congratulations. That means nothing when you can’t even live up to your own parents expectations. And yet I’m the one who’s lucky to share a ring with you. You speak these falsehoods about me prostituting my way into this company when it was Viola DeMarco who wanted me here in the first place, and that is why I am by her side at Pluto’s Gate. When we win and Samantha Garza goes away forever, don’t expect everything to back to normal for you three who have stood alongside a woman that honestly has no interest in you whatsoever. I guarantee you Viola will make your lives a living hell - especially if you also fail at bringing the brand home the tag team championships.

I’m the lousy performer? No, you just don’t know your history. Keep thinking you know your shit. It’s going to mean that much more when you get hit by The Storm.

And it is coming.

Pluto’s Gate #1

"I don’t have any interest in friendship, honesty, and comradery. This strictly a business about stepping on each other to get to the top. The closest thing you will get to those three words from me is when I’m with Ground Zero. We are simply an army, a faction of like-minded individuals all with a common goal… to rule the world."

“Opportunity has landed right at my feet. The Queen Of The Ring, a shot at the OWA Women’s Championship whenever I feel like it. Let’s be honest, this ring shouldn’t be used by some proud heroic woman like Natasha. I said this in that little Embedded video, there isn’t a chance in hell she is winning. You’re telling me that someone who has been inconsistent has any chance of beating me. The problem is that Natasha Night lives in her own little fantasy world, you want to know someone like Natasha. Just as Night she think that she is untouchable and then… her world collapse in on herself. Doesn’t this air of “self-confidence” remind of anyone? A certain Natalie Cage, now I’m sure you’re not as dumb as Natalie. You probably know where you stand on the pecking order of Odyssey, you at the bottom sitting there and me at the top of the fucking mountain as Queen of The Ring. You left after losing to Rochelle. To be honest with you Natasha, you should have left for a longer period of time. Maybe enjoy some R&R with friends and family or pick up a new side gig because Odyssey doesn’t have time for someone who peaked by being in a group that was the equivalent of #BlackLivesMatter. You just aren’t made for a cruel world like this, no amount of self-confidence is gonna save you from getting your ass beat by me. It’s unfortunate that all the talent you possess is gonna be for nothing, wasted and lost in the past. You would have a great chance at beating anyone but I’m not just any woman.”

“I’m the Monarch, this became my division the moment I walked in. The moment Ground Zero was established, every single person in OWA regardless of what title they want was put on notice including this brand. The entire Odyssey roster knows the power I control, it’s a just matter of time when I get what I want. The OWA Women’s World Championship, a woman who is nearing the end of her career should be OWA Women’s Champion like Azumi and neither should some nutcase like Natalie Cage. It certainly shouldn’t be someone who hit her peak way too quickly. “Meanwhile the woman right in front of you? I barely started my dominance, I’ve got more left in me. Think of my loss to Dulce Torres as a small bump in the road for me. I’m heading somewhere where no one can touch me and that’s the top of this industry, a place where you only dreamed about going. It’s unfortunate that you have to be so young because it makes people think that I am hinder your rise but the problem is that you peaked.”

“I can’t wait for you to open your mouth and show all this confidence. Let me guess, I’m the MMA has been that moved from combat sports to wrestling, only for the money or maybe I’m in the position because my husband Nate Cage is running the most dominant group in OWA group history. You’re right about all that but my run of dominance started way before Nate and I ever met. The Octagon, Japan and OWT. The winner for this match is clear as a glass of water! Let’s be honest, who would want to side with? A ruthless killer who is Second-In-Command to the greatest faction you will ever see or some girl who stands absolutely no chance even if God himself came down to help. Natasha Night just came back from a separated shoulder, so say your goodbyes to her because she’s gonna back on the injury list. That’s what happens when you think you got a chance at beating The Monarch.”

“Look I’m gonna beat her so badly that people might call me out for being racist. So if a new Unchained is formed because of the beating I give her, don’t blame me. It definitely isn’t the system that doesn’t want Natasha Night to succeed, it’s just your bad luck that doesn’t want you to succeed.”

KINGDOM I: REDEMPTION.
It’s time for some real talk after everything that’s happened. I’m not afraid to admit when I’m wrong and recognize my own faults. Keelan, you were the better man last week; you played with my emotions and reeled me into losing. I’ve been a little cocky too, underestimating how fast time has passed since our last encounter. You proved to me and the world that you’re truly a hardcore prodigy and a master manipulator, so good on you. However, you used Miranda’s name in vain and you got what you deserved; I broke you in more ways than you could’ve ever imagined. Don’t think I’m done with you because I’m only going to haunt you, Keelan. You made this between you and me personal, so I’d recommend watching your back at all times. I know you were obsessed with beating me and now you’re moving on, but I don’t think our business is settled. So we’ll see each other very, very soon, my old friend. That is all for another day though, so let’s address the elephant in the room; my health after Divine Retribution. Yeah, I’m definitely not at 100%, but I’m ready to step back into the ring and take names because one loss isn’t going to take my passion away.

I have an impressive man coming my way and honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if he had an advantage over me. Sure, he competed in a hard-fought match, but he didn’t go through a burning table into tacks and glass. But I’ll be honest about something, I relish in the challenge where the odds are not in my favor. No one expects me to win this week’s match as they see me as a broken and weak man, who may not be as focused as he was before. Bet money I am; I want to be at the top of the mountain and I’ll do whatever I need to do to make it there, baby. I’m this week’s rising star of the week and this is only the beginning. This week will be my match against Adelmar Sauer, who also took a big L in his match last week. We’re both on the same boat, trying to stay afloat, but the next step only has one spot left. If you think I’m letting down my sister again, you’re mistaken, young man. You’re a beast alright, but you don’t scare me one bit. I know at the end of the day you won’t be able to give me a worse beating than the one I got at Divine Retribution, so what’s the worst that could happen? What, are you gonna leave me sorer than I was before? Big deal, I’m here to endure whatever you’ve got out for me. Sure, try to throw me around like a ragdoll and try to mock me, but that’s not getting you a pinfall. If I can get out of bed with burns and broken ribs, I sure can jump in the ring and beat you down. I’m a freak of nature who probably should take a week off but who am I? I’m not a part-time kinda man; I want to compete every single week, no matter how hard the toll it may take on me. I’ve done that my entire career; EAW counted on me and OWA can count on me to bring butts into seats and start off Major Events with a bam. So if you want to underestimate me, go ahead, but I don’t give up that easily. You’re gonna have to crush my head down to a bloody pulp in order to end this match with a successful pinfall.

When you’ve been fighting as long as your peers have and you’ve stayed in the same spot, tell me. I’ve been grinding and fighting, trying to break my glass ceiling into a place I’ve barely had to opportunity to step in. I’m getting tired of being viewed as the king of the complacency; sure I’ll take another belt, but it won’t fulfill the reason I’m here in the first place. The only and last time I contended for a world title was over two years ago, right as my career seemed to be kicking off. Then I was injured and it’s been a journey to get back to that level. But I’ve waited for opportunities to come my way instead of actually taking them into my own hands, something I had to agree with Keelan on. So this week, I’m going to take the opportunity that I’ve been given and send a message to every man and woman watching tomorrow night. I’m not gonna complain and sit around, making everyone feel bad for me about losing last week. No, no. I’m here to play music, outwrestle and conquer the entire OWA roster. You’re the first step in my way Adelmar, so you’re going to be serving as an example on my journey to Final Destination. I’ll give you a lesson to learn; don’t count Fiora out. I wish you the best obviously, but there’s only one man who can eventually lead this company and that’s what I’m going to do. This is all for Miranda Fiora, who was trying to win a world title during the match she died in. She had compassion for me at my worst and I took that for granted, so this is my way to pay her back for being everything to me. I love wrestling because of her and she’s made me into the man who I am today. This isn’t going to be Adelmar’s day of glory because it’ll be another small victory leading to the biggest one in my career. 2019 will be the year of Fiora. Just watch and see, and join the movement I’m creating as I speak. From EAW to SoundCloud to OWA, the world will know the name Fiora.

So, Adelmar...Feel the fire, before you’re entirely consumed by it. The ball is in your side of the court, so I’ll be waiting.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) March 16th 2019, 6:12 pm by Guest

I lost…… I’m the worse……. I give up. Some could say I was close to defeating Scott Oasis for the OWA Championship. But I know the truth. I could replay that scenario over and over, and I would had made the exact same damn decision and method, and I would had lost. There wasn’t something I could had done different. There was no chance of luck or a miracle that would had helped me win. In the end, you just accept that certain things just simply not meant to be.

You know Han, I get that you are trying to be a good guy and all. But the reality of the situation is, I don’t enjoy that whole cliché, “You get it next time” or “never give up.” I don’t care for motivational speeches because the basis around it is flawed. After all, the notion in which it’s not so bad to fail because the only person you disappointed is yourself is a weakness, not a strength. Yes, you and I lost at Divine Retribution, but you did not lose as much as I did.

I made sacrifices in that match with Scott Oasis. I used my own follower and family as pawns in order to achieve my ambitions. Any sense of pride and integrity I had, I tossed out the window just so I can beat Scott Oasis, and I failed. I did just disappoint you. I disappointed Revy. I disappointed Bane. I disappointed the boys, and more importantly, I disappointed OWA. It would appear that my conviction at Divine Retribution was not as great as Scott Oasis. Perhaps main eventing at Final Destination, I didn’t want it enough to put that man down. These are the things that go through my mind the past few days, and the thing you are most concern about is whether or not I will be at my best?

Well, Hans. I’m not going to be. Right now, it’s hard enough to convince myself to make it to Kingdom next week for this bout, because the events of Divine Retribution, it’s not over. I’m still spiraling, because there is doubt in the future of both Shin-SEKAI and my future. For the first time in a while, I don’t know what I’ll do next. The only thing that is certain is I don’t get a rematch. I’m all the way In the back of the line in terms of world title contendership. This was my first real shot at the world title in 7 years. I had everything planned out and perfectly executed, and I lost.

Without a shadow of the doubt, I believe I knew Scott Oasis. I didn’t he had it in him to survive the attacks. There should had been no way he would resist falling for my traps. There was no way he could had got back up after falling down 10 flights of stairs in a locked box. Yet he got up, and single handedly defeat Shin- SEKAI. You know what that does to me, Han? It forces me to re-evaluate. It forces me to question everything, It forces me to seek answers, that only becomes distraction. And quite honestly, I don’t think I can focus on what you are trying to say.

Are you trying to butter me up so that you can beat me at my “best?” Or are you asking for an ass kicking? Either way, I’m going to be perfectly honest with you and just admit that I can’t. I don’t want to fight you Han. Hell, I don’t even want to be near you or anyone else. I can’t even show my face after being humiliated like that.

I get it. You have been having a bad couple of days, and week. Etc. But me, as you said, I have experience. My career has been just that. One massive compilation of bad weeks. From my early days as a young lion who would carry the heart and soul of the warrior to the madman you see before you today. It just seems no matter who I become, fate is not on my side. The dice rolls for the lucky. I mean what were the chances that Scott Oasis was able to walk away and come out, still with the strength to fight? Astronomically low, but it seems like the stars will always align against Moongoose McQueen. Perhaps this is it. Good or bad, it doesn’t matter. I hate to disappoint you further, Han, but this….. is my peak. This…. Is my best.

Everyday, I fight against a greater being. One that gives strength to my enemies. It frustrates me to see that people I have beaten and torment only go on to win bigger things, but I continue to be stuck in this purgatory of better than the bottom, but not good enough for the top. Honestly, I’ve lost count about how many times I’ve come close of escaping from that, only to be dropped back down. And at this point, I don’t get the same high as you, where failure is an opportunity to get better. If anything, it makes me numb, it makes me hollow. It makes me…. Empty.

Now I know my match at Divine Retribution wasn’t a complete failure. I hear from others that I stole the show and kept my promise and delivered something that people have never seen before. But I don’t care about them. I don’t care if even without the OWA Championship, Shin-SEKAI left their impression as a threat. I don’t care if people were entertained by the antics and coordination of the group. It was never about that. I no longer want to be a comedy act. I’ve worked too hard to shed that image, because when I’m good and funny, I lose. When I’m serious and ruthless. I lose. Then what? This is not a simple, “just be you” moment. It doesn’t work. It doesn’t mean anything. I destroyed who I was to be what OWA needed to be. I discarded the persona that you want to face, Han. You don’t have the right to tell me things will be alright and will get better, for you have not given up as much as I have.

Here you are talking about Donny Dragon as your former best friend, when I know that every iteration of the name Don, Donald, Donny, Doni with the I, they are all a bunch of assholes. I really don’t want to fight you, Hans. You are far too naïve and I rather not waste my wrath on someone that doesn’t deserve it. But once again, it seems the universe has placed me in a terrible position. Either I don’t fight you seriously and take the loss, or I take out my frustration with myself on you. Either way, it resolves nothing. I lose, so be it. It’s gets easier with each loss. If I win, I only set myself up to be disappointed once more. That is the nature of the game, Hans. Not everyone gets to be world champion. And the worse part of it is, there are people that don’t deserve it that go on and carry it and are held in higher regards that someone like yours truly who lives, breathes, and will probably die for this business.

I won’t make promises that I will give you my best, because the truth of the matter is, I won’t be ready. The wound is still open and I’m not as young and brash as I once was. I can’t afford to simply shake it off and hope things will just get better. Looking at my career now, this may very well be my last leg. I have to take precaution, and plan my fights. Consider which ones I have to take seriously, and unfortunately for you, Hans, this will not be one of them. You are not worth my best, and you are free to go all out, but you will have to accept that you will not be enough to warrant me going all out. If I did, you would regret it, because I no longer aim to push my opponents to their limit, I aim to break it.

So be careful what you ask for, Hans. Don’t let your naivety cloud your judgments. Donny Dragon was never your friend. You would had never won the Key to the Kingdom. And even if you beat me this Sunday, you wouldn’t be beating me at my best. I can respect the optimism, but all of this that has happened to you, is because of it. You really trusted Donny? You really think you had a good shot at winning the Key? And you think that just because you can complement me and I’m just going to move on? It’s like, you don’t know me at all. But if you truly wanted to help, fine. Say it to my face that you agree to be responsible to take my wrath. Tell me you honestly would like for me to take my rage out on you. But you don’t want that, Hans. Because I wouldn’t be facing you as Hans Olson if you did. You would simply become the thing I hate the most.

Failure. Don’t be stupid Hans. Don’t ask for things you can’t handle. You are a wrestler, but you are not a warrior. When you go against me, you better make sure every move you land, it’s going to knock me out. You better make sure that when you put me in the ankle lock, you are going to snap it. Or else….. or else what?.... Or else, you become what you don’t want to be. ……. Me. A waste of time. A waste of space. A loser who constantly gives their best only to be bested by someone else. I fear that I am not as ruthless as I’ve lead myself to be. Don’t go testing me. If you think what Donny Dragon did to you was heinous, you have no idea how far I will go to make others suffer.

You don’t deserve it, Hans, but life…. It has a way of punishing those that don’t. Life is just cruel like that, isn't it? It’s true… it’s damn true.

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The World of Women’s Wrestling… It has so many clever ones that think they know what’s best. It has so many names and faces that believe they have faced a unique trial and hardships, and every “difficult” opponent they could come across. They always treat me like I’m an amateur -- worrying about me, threatening me, convincing me that I don’t have what it takes to keep up or live up to Mother’s reputation, and if I crossed the wrong people, I’d end up facing certain consequences.

And how many times have I actually faced those consequences?

Zero.

These consequences are pretty much equivalent to monsters under my bed when I was a little child -- they don’t exist! I have gone through more than enough to know. I have gone through the likes of Aria Jaxon, Azumi Goto, and Megan Harper, the Holy Trinity of Enraged Bitches who wanted nothing more than to put me in my place, or so they claim. The only thing they have up their sleeve is how they have more experience than I do in that wrestling ring. They constantly used that as an excuse to claim that they are better than me, just like you are doing right now..., but I have tried and tested and I found out one thing -- experience did not make them stronger over these years, experience only inflated their egos and made them feel like they were even slightly intimidating! They flaunted their accomplishments and track record to my face as if they’re supposed to mean something to me, just like you’re doing now! And you know what happened, Cloud? I not only survived them, but I conquered the stage and shoved them aside to make my own name as a star performer of OWA! I made Sweet Roxy a known name, a respected brand in the wrestling world, hopping from one federation to another, traveling the World, collecting gold and rising up the ranks like I was born to do it, and I did it within a span of a year! People look at me, and yes, on the surface they see a mean entitled brat, but this mean entitled brat has done so much, so fast in my journey than the rest of these Odyssey bitches ever had. When the World sees me, they see the One True Heiress that has grown up around wrestling, with talent and skills passed down to her and she turned this gift into her own set of maneuvers that you simply can’t compare with others!

And what do you have, Cloud?

Yes, you have a respectable record. IN ONE COMPANY.

In a different place.

At a different time.

So I respectfully suggest you piss off! You are in no position to undermine me when you’re not so damn good yourself.

You may not have heard, but this is an Evolving World, Cloud, and in an evolving world, no one speaks your name anymore! People like you that are stuck in the revolving door of your past will never be able to keep up when DiVa and I put up a display of our talents in the middle of that ring. I have risen up so quickly that any bastards or whore half-siblings have already been long forgotten! I mean, isn’t that your only ammunition with every laughable threat and unsupported assumptions? You couldn’t take the fact that in the span of time that you were not in OWA, a lot of things have changed, and the situations have progressed. You were not part of those changes and progress, Cloud. You’re not part of the reconstruction of Women’s Wrestling that The Dollhouse has done and will continue to do because you’re stuck living the glory days of your prime! You are still sinking in the good days when you were still important to people, but I was not part of that World, Cloud… I don’t have any reason to care! You couldn’t even address me without going through my parents! Like that snot-faced idiot child who gets bullied too much and tells on the parents, it’s pitiful. What was that supposed to do, hurt me? Make me feel intimidated? Because it certainly did not feel that way! I felt like you have gotten so desperate and so pathetic, and you want to make yourself believe that you are on their level in a sad attempt to make me respect you. Well, I hate to break it to you, Cloud, but a talentless bitch like you will never be Robbie V’s equal. You will never be The Heart Break Gal’s equal. You will never be placed in the same pedestal as former World Champions and Legends of their time. I am deeply insulted by this audacity, and I can imagine other Wrestling fans feel the same way if they saw you disrespect their name by putting yours next to it! This is why I don’t listen to you. This is why I don’t listen to the “clever women” of this industry, because I have proven time and time again that they were wrong about me. I only listen to Mother and Father because only they know what’s best. And what’s best right now is to make sure that The Dollhouse proves how useless you are in front of the roaring crowd! We will eradicate and destroy any chance you get to winning and building a better name for yourself through Odyssey. This is not your home, Cloud. Pack your bags and go… Before I personally throw you out.

Oof! It’s Megan Harper!

I literally forgot that you existed.

Oh, I’m sorry that two ridiculously talented women have taken over Odyssey! I mean, isn’t that what you and Hendrix tried to do at one point? Except that you never really instilled fear and intimidation, and you’re barely talented individuals to be taken seriously, but still, it was a good try! What else have you tried, Harper? The Queen of the Ring? The OWA Women’s Championship tournament? Any chance for a little spotlight?

Let me spell it out for you, Harper:

There is a reason why no one even noticed that you were gone.

And there is a reason why no one even tried looking for you while you were out of action!

No one likes you and no one cares for you! You could be dying in a ditch with flies swarming over your dead body, and still, no one would have noticed! The World goes on without you, and as it went on, people have turned their back on you and turned their attention to The Dollhouse! The Dollhouse is here to re-shape Women’s wrestling into their image. The Dollhouse is what makes the world rotate and revolve! The Dollhouse took a step further, crossed brands and ventured forth to ensure that Gold is within our grasp, while you’re pretty much a nobody looking for a place to fit in! When was the last time that you have actually won something noteworthy, Harper? When was the last time you have actually explored possibilities and didn’t look like a moron in doing so? Like fifty billion years ago? Whenever people thought looking like a pornstar made you special? That’s where the problem lies -- you’re quick to point flaws at people without looking at yourself in the mirror and see what a massive joke you have become. You’re fast to jump at any loss at someone’s record when you’ve sat at home this entire time, eating popcorn and drinking soda while watching The Dollhouse conquer every time they make an appearance in that ring, You think to yourself how great would it be to make a comeback! How great would it be to put The Dollhouse in their place! You see DiVa bring in more fans and more cash in the company than you ever could in your time! Her records are selling like hotcakes, tickets are sold-out because of her, but when Megan Harper shows her botox-infested face, there’s nothing but crickets and the sound of shame! Pretty convienent how you suddenly “learned your lesson” when your name started to fade from our memories! You want to be in the game and hope to God that you can do better than your last run. But you never actually had the will to get up your ass and do something, because you know that the moment you try, just like all of the other times that you’ve tried, you became known in the end as one giant blob of failure. It’s the same old story, Harper, it’s history that you’re bound to repeat. And the harsh reality is, no one can call you a “Wasted Potential” because you never had any potential to begin with! I know you’re not a bright person, Megan, you make reckless decisions and you prioritize your modeling career over the harsh life of sports entertainment, but I also so know for a fact that you have enough brain cells to know that an incompetent horse face like you can never stand a chance. I find strength in myself as Sweet Roxy, Harper, but DiVa and I find strength in our numbers… We have each other, we have our dreams and goals, and if you think one loss against those cheaters back at The Clash would be enough to make us quit, then you really have to truly realize that not every damn woman in this world is as lazy and predictable as you. And this is why people barely noticed you.

But you’re right about one thing, Harper, I would probably not be here if I was born with a different name… I probably wouldn’t want to move further as a tag team competitor if I didn’t have The Dollhouse. But this is exactly the reason why you’re a failure and a joke, Harper, you live in hypotheticals and “what ifs” instead of actually looking at what the real world has to offer. You’re so stuck in the vortex of your fantasies, that the reality of you being obliterated at Pluto’s Gate goes far above that empty skull. I was born a Vendetta and nothing will ever change that. Thank the Gods. I was born as a second-generation wrestler whose future shines brighter every passing day, while you’re time is nearly finished because of your own unwillingness to prosper! You’re even lucky to share a wrestling ring with me despite being unworthy to be in my presence! You should even be glad that you get to personally meet DiVa in a match where instead of getting an autograph, you get repeatedly kicked in the face! Isn’t that every commoner’s dream? Despite being a lousy performer who prostituted herself into getting in the OWA Roster, you still have life going for you, Harper! But sadly, blowjobs are not Hammerlocks and rimming is not the same as a Roundhouse Kick, and by the end of it all, after facing the Dollhouse, you’ll be bruised and battered, you will leave the ring limping after you’ve just choked because what you just had was more than you could handle. Then again, isn’t that the type of thing you’re used to?

Do you people think this is some kind of joke?

Are you not taking us serious?

You think this is GAME?

Well guess what.

IT IS!

Hey, everyone, DiVa here!

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DiVa loves, loves, LOVES to play games! Don’t you??? I want you all to send your emails and messages and even letters so I can hear what my loves enjoy playing most when it comes to games! Lots of people act all mean and think that DiVa is too much of a grown, mature woman to play childish games, but DiVa doesn’t see it that way at all! She adores games, no matter how old she gets, and you should too! DiVa wants all of her wonderful fans to enjoy what it meant to be a child, when they were carefree and only had to worry about what games they would play with their friends! Now DiVa knows that not all of you grew up the same as her. DiVa grew up with lots of money and lots of friends and got to play every single day of her life! It was so much fun! But it breaks DiVa’s little heart to know that most of her loves probably grew up without much money, if any at all… And didn’t get to enjoy their childhood, and especially didn’t have any friends. And maybe it was being poor or being just an outcast that made that happen, but DiVa wants to tell you now that it’s okay, and there’s always time to change that! Well… Not for you! Most of you get too old and too tired to have any fun, but you can watch DiVa have tons of fun FOR you! DiVa will happily play games for you! The Dollhouse loves to play games!

Some people like to play tag! They enjoy the thrill of making someone “it” and running away to ensure they don’t take on that label! Tag is an oldie, but a goodie, and DiVa can tell that lots of girls on Odyssey love to play it even though they don’t even know they’re playing it! Isn’t that crazy??? They all just look around for a target to find, someone is deemed “it”, and they spend all this time pursuing all the others! Sometimes they play hide and seek too! You know that one right? DiVa can tell people on Odyssey love that one too! They all play hide and seek with The Dollhouse! They love to play tag with The Dollhouse! All they do is run away and hide, looking for reason reason to get away from us, but they never do! We always find them! We always expose them, and it’s always so much FUN! And who doesn’t love playing with toys? DiVa does! My favorite was always puppets! It always amused DiVa, even when she was a little girl, how all you had to do was grab the strings and you could just… Manipulate a puppet into doing anything you want! You can make them say what you want! You can make them move how you want! They become a part of you. Isn’t that wonderful?

Clout and Neghan are just so serious and so determined that they don’t even realize what games they’re already playing! They don’t realize that all they’re doing is deeming The Dollhouse as “it” and hiding as much as they can until we find them and drag them out of their hiding spots, because they know that once The Dollhouse shows up, Odyssey isn’t their home! It’s not where they get to thrive and live happy, peaceful lives on their OWN terms! Odyssey becomes OUR house! Everyone knows that, of course! You can be happy! You can be peaceful! But you just have to learn to do it under our house rules, that’s all! And when The Dollhouse wins and gets to play with their new puppet any way that they please, you’ll get the special chance to sit in the front row and watch, and even become a participant in our fun! That’s what makes The Dollhouse so special, everyone! We NEVER discriminate! Not against gender! We don’t use race or mean words or where people came from and what they’ve done, because that hurts their feelings! In our house, we happily invite everyone to join in and have fun, so long as its by our rules! In fact, can DiVa let you in on a secret? The Dollhouse didn’t leave Odyssey just because they intended to go make history as the most dominant females in wrestling and blaze a trail for so many others that try and fail to be just as successful! The Dollhouse left because they were heartbroken that this World that’s supposed to promote all women could be so cruel… It promotes meanies that just want to hurt others and ensure girls that are both talented AND pretty don’t get to make it.

But it’s okay, because things change! People can change! Shows can change. And for the better! Because when The Dollhouse wins, everyone wins! ALL women win, because they get to watch their new idols ascend to their throne and show everyone what women can REALLY be in 2019! And our opponents and everyone else who opposes us can enjoy the show and have fun too!... And if they don’t, then they can just live in despair until they give up and concede to how things run now. Whether they like it or not. They’re not living in the World that they dominated in another company years ago. They don’t belong here in our World if they’re not going to accept our new vision for them and every other woman who gets the honor of competing in our ring. They belong in the past. They belong where they pull out their meager little accolades that mean nothing anymore. They belong in their own pathetic bubbles where they can convince themselves that they’re still in the prime of their miserable careers because once upon a time in a land far, far away, they were actually someone of importance. They will adjust to the lawfully standards we are going to set through Garza, or they can suffer just like they wanted to make us suffer for being everything they wish they could. For being the true definition of Goddesses while they look at us with jealousy in their eyes because they squandered any chance they had at being beautiful in favor of wrestling ability that gets dwarfed by ours. Whether they want to admit it or not, this isn’t about them and their “noble causes”. They’re as pathetic as the rest of these leeches. This is a game. A game created and operated by The Dollhouse. A game that favors us, no matter how hard others try to play it, no matter how much heart and passion they have. No matter how much they believe it isn’t fair. Your World isn’t fair. Ours is as fair as they come, as long as you become what we want you to be and do what we want you to do. If that’s too much for you to handle, then you can be left in the cold outside, and you can just die. Or you can give up, put your tail between your legs, and run back to the refuge of a company where you were somebody. People like you don’t belong in our World. And it’s not gonna be a World that you can fight and rebel against, either. It’ll be the only World you’ll ever know.

It’ll be our house, and you all get to be guests! Yayyyyy!!

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Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) March 16th 2019, 4:55 pm by AlexScott

(The scene opens up and we are viewed from a Cell-phone camera. As we get in focus we see that it is Alex Scott holding his Cell-phone. Alex who is wearing some black jeans and a black Nike Hooded holds his cell-phone and is ready to speak.)

"It was just a few days ago that I appeared in my first ever OWA pay-per-view in a match titled Keys To The Kingdom and the winner of that match would get a title shot at any title at any time. I unfortunately didn't win. Jeff X won. And I guess Congratulations are in order. But Jeff X don't waste that chance you got."

(Alex pauses while he adjusts his cell-phone)

"I fought my absolute hardest in that match and I hope it shows but since I debuted here in OWA I've not won a match. Not one. Either in a singles match or in a tag-team match. That changes this week."

(Alex pauses holding his cell-Phone)

"But like I said a few days have passed since Divine Retribution and it's time to move forward and onto my next challenge. And that is a singles match with Kevin Maverick. And when people this see the match on a card they will think Dream-match. Kevin Maverick and I are similar in many ways. We both are similar in size and stature and we both have offensive manoeuvres. So people would think that this is a dream-match. But the thing is Kevin Maverick you've been a pro a little longer than I have and haven't actually done that much. Sure you've travelled the world and gathered a few cruiserweight titles on your way. But you never have stepped up and did anything else. I on the other hand have time to surpass you."

(Alex adjusts the cell-phone again)

"Believe it or not I know that I'm not gonna walk into OWA and start picking up win after win and after win. I know I have a struggle and that's fine by me. I need to pick up a win and that's exactly what I plan on achieving this week."
(Alex smiles into his camera)

"Kevin Maverick it's gonna be fun to get in the ring with you but know this. I need it more. I need to win. No matter what. I'll walk out with my arms raised. Kevin Maverick, see you soon."

(Scene ends)

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The smoke has cleared! The voices have silenced themselves! Before the World, Layne Kurobane stands as a man more determined than ever before! Revitalized! He carries this gold that so many others have aimed to strike him down for! So many souls that cling to him from the past! The time he has spent on this part of the mountain begins to eat away at his psyche! It mocks him! All of the decaying bodies begin to pile up while he remains stagnant! Just overhead, the climb calls to him! It tempts him once more! Even in victory, he cannot afford to stay in one place! The cold will set within his bones and trap him there! He knows this! He knows that many others have dwelled here in this trap! They found comfort within it and let it consume them! He cannot allow it!

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Listen.

You hear that?

No, not the death rattle of Nate Cage. Listen closely… If you focus hard enough, you can just hear it. You know what that is? That’s the sound of Jeff X… Know what he’s saying?

“I’ve got the keys to the castle and you’re the dirty rascal!”

Wait, that’s not how the rhyme goes, is it? Sorry, maybe I was just hearing things. It can fool you pretty easily though, can’t it? Sometimes things are every bit as simple as they seem. No underlying message to them. Nothing to be dug up and exposed. And yet, it can still get underneath your skin and make you more paranoid than you’ve ever been in your life. How often since Divine Retribution have you wondered if Jeff X is still celebrating a victory he took over you. Yes, Donny, you. I’m sorry if this breaks your heart, but there’s not a middle ground to be found. You either win, or you lost, and you simply lost. Laying down on the mat for three seconds or tapping out in the middle of the ring wouldn’t have changed any of that, because you lost. And you can either deny a loss, or you can accept a loss. Guess which one you chose. That’s alright, I won’t hold it against you. In fact, nobody’s gonna hold it against you. You fought your heart out, and nobody can take that away from you. BUT… Again, you’re here getting a chance to show what you got when the World could already know what you have one week before all this. You could be spending your time with the rest of your merry little band, throwing a celebration for the keys you’ve got in your possession… But you aren’t. And in moments like that, you’ve gotta question why you weren’t able to pull it off, but hey, you’ve got that hearing problem theory in the works as I can see, so good luck to you on that. I can tell just how badly you’ve love to hold onto this “undefeated streak” and that one big win is all you need wash the taste of Divine Retribution out of your mouth, but I promise you that that’s nothing short of a pipe dream if you’d rather run from defeat than embrace it, Donny. You and everyone before you and everyone after you are going to go into my backyard and dig up any skeleton you can find in the hopes that it’ll spook me and rattle me. You’re gonna talk about how regardless of what I’ve done, I just couldn’t topple Scott Oasis, and for THAT I shouldn’t be taken seriously enough to give you a reason to regret just stepping into an exhibition with as much confidence as you’ve got going on. You’re not looking for a win over me - just a reason to still believe you’re as dominant as you were before Jeff X ruined the party. You can’t be bothered to look at yourself and wonder why you weren’t good enough to win, and that’s the difference between you and I.

It’s not that you aren’t the winner, Donny, it’s that you should be right now.

Believe it or not, I’m not completely blind and believe I’m gonna stroll into Kingdom, pick apart another rando, and move on to the next challenge. Donny, you are every bit as much of a threat to me as Kevin Maverick was. Every bit as much as Scott Oasis was. And if I failed to do what I’ve always done at Divine Retribution with this match still on the horizon, there is absolutely not a single Goddamn thing that would change how I view it. Now sure, you’d spend most of your time kicking me in the ribs while I’m down, but that just comes with the territory, doesn’t it? The sad fact is that the OWA Championship tells people you are the best, while this Spartan Championship simply tells people that I’m still here. And that’s all I need. This isn’t stockholm syndrome - I never grew into being the man who possesses this Title. I knew it from the moment I took it for myself that I wanted to make it into something more than the others before me could have ever dreamed of. Is that what you want too, Donny? Or is this just a piece of gold to put on your mantle so that when you eventually get a shot at a World Championship, you can go on and on about your incredible dethroning of Layne Kurobane and the fact that you’ve already conquered the Spartan Championship… Something tells me it’s the latter. But hey, to each his own, right? I can tell you’re a guy who doesn’t think that deeply about this kind of stuff. You do you. But if that’s you, and if this is who you really are, then I promise you - I give you my word, Donny, that no ounce of talent you have in your body is going to be enough to win on Kingdom. Because the shit you say has been said in a million different ways by a million different people, and if I’m being honest, it feels like I’ve stood in front of every single one of them by this point.

So I hope you’re that one in a million.

I really do! I promise. Not bullshitting you. I hope it’s you, Donny, but don’t flatter yourself too much, because if I’m being honest, I hope it’s anyone who gets in my way. Nobody wants to openly say that they hope their opponent is good enough to knock them down a peg, but let’s be honest here, there’s a good reason why plenty of people don’t consider me and this Championship to be the best in this company. And if I have to go through you and the next man up until that becomes reality, then so be it. See, this isn’t “complacency”. Far from it. This is rebellion. This is a fight against everything that people assume a Championship like this represents, because I promise you that I get nothing from going through challenger after challenger, Donny. I don’t. There’s a very good reason why I’m standing across the ring with you on Kingdom and not celebrating another successful defense only one week ago, and that’s because I don’t give a shit who I beat and what I went through to beat them. I’m not thinking about the past. I’m not thinking about MY past, and I’m certainly not thinking about yours! So if you think I’m supposed to be impressed because you beat Scotty Adams, then by all means, Donny, come on down to Kingdom and wear your whole three victories like they’re a Championship in of themselves and I will make you feel like every one of them never existed in the first Goddamn place. I hope you’re better than that, because that’s how everyone who couldn’t get the job done thought. I want you to be the one that can actually back up all of that self-indulgent ego stroking that you use as a blanket to keep your warm at night. Do yourself a favor, Donny, and don’t worry about anything I’ve done up until now. And don’t worry about anything YOU’VE done until now. And why?

Because you’re in luck!

That’s right, Donny, congratulations! Because you don’t need ANY keys to this Kingdom! You don’t need to fight for permission to step up to THIS Kingdom! You don’t. Not a thing. As long as you’ve got a pulse, then by all means, step up. I don’t need anyone to fight through 29 other men to get a shot at this Spartan Championship. I don’t need anyone to fight for their lives against four or five others to get possession of some keys to be here. I don’t need any of that, Donny. Just show up and give me a reason to believe you’re as good as you think you are. My Championship isn’t on the line, but I promise you, I wish it was. Beating you in some meager exhibition doesn’t give me anything, but I’ll do it. I’ll treat this just like it’s for my Championship. I’ll treat this like it’s the biggest match of my career. I hope you do the same. I hope you’re not more concerned about licking the wounds of your group while your friend is probably still comatose in a hospital back in North Carolina. Just show up, and don’t waste my time. Be the person you think you are, and beat me in that ring. That’s all there is to it. Who you’ve beat, who you’ve lost to, who I’ve beaten, and who I’ve lost to - don’t think about distractions. Think about me, and being one of very few people who’s brought me down.

Like I said, sometimes things are every bit as simple as they seem.

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With a shovel, he takes to burying it all! All of the souls still struggling to rest within his mind! All of those who cling to him as their hopes dwindle! The past must remain within the past for him to march towards the future! This graveyard he has constructed grows bigger with each victory! So much so that it has begun to leave him any space of his own! All the while, his goal gleams in the distance! Mocking him! Beckoning him to climb towards it once more! He knows he cannot! Not until he lays them all to rest! All of those who wish to take his place and leave him trapped within a grave of his own! He cannot allow it to happen! He must seal them away! He must stop them! He must fight! HE MUST!!

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Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) March 16th 2019, 5:00 am by Megan Harper

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(MRW Samantha Garza thinks she's gonna take over as General Manager on Odyssey.)

I KNOW Y’ALL MISSED YOUR FAVOURITE BRITISH CRUMPET!

I’M BACK BITCHES!

And what a time to come back too. Omega Wrestling Alliance is booming right now, and Odyssey is the number one brand not just in the company but in ALL of professional wrestling. Imagine that: a federation that hasn’t even been around for a full year yet is already making the strides that it’s making based off pure momentum and talent alone. Part of me wishes I had stayed for the ride; that I set aside my lone-wolf mentality earlier and moved forward with the company as everybody else did. How much bigger would Odyssey be if The Storm was still around raising havoc? Nobody can really know for sure. But you know what? I think this time off really got myself into gear. The moment I stepped foot inside the doors of OWA was the moment I began my slump. You couldn’t stop me from losing matches. I was so confident with my abilities that I became overconfident. The run I had while I was the Specialists Champion elsewhere was really something that not a people have had before or even since. I was unstoppable, and I thought I had an entire women’s division in the palm of my hands. I wanted to carry that over to this new promotion that opened its doors. I wanted to be on top. I DESERVED to be on top.

Little did I realize that I had to start over from scratch.

I really thought I could sit atop the throne of the goddess division without there even being a throne there to begin with. How idiotic of me. That wasn’t the correct way of thinking and I sure as hell learned that the hard way.

Life comes at you fast.

And what a difference a few months off makes, eh? Nobody is prepared for what I’m about to deliver at Pluto’s Gate because I’m bringing The Storm to Toronto.

I shocked a lot of people this past Odyssey when I made my return by aligning myself with the team of Stephanie Matsuda and Nicole Fyre. Why? Why did this arrogant thot not join a team that has the same mentality that she has? Well it’s simple - I’m not that girl anymore. It took me a long time to realize that I’m not the hottest thing in this division and I really had to take a step back and reassess my choices. I’ve learned my lessons. I feel like I’ve matured as a professional in this business. I went from being the young rookie upstart just incredibly excited that I finally was presented the opportunity to pursue a wrestling career; even after many attempts that I failed at in trying to make it in this business. Not a lot of people are aware that I wanted a career in this business before I even tried to chase another dream. Modelling, music, acting - all of that was not Plan A for me. In fact, it still isn’t.

When you’re at a crossroads, sometimes you need to go away and come back in order to get where you’re going.

And so I did.

I aligned myself with Team DeMarco because Viola DeMarco was the first person to contact me in order to join Omega Wrestling Alliance. She has had my back no matter how badly I treated her in the past, and for that I am incredibly grateful for. I wish I had never said or did those things to her back when the goddess division was still starting up, and hopefully joining her team will be the beginning of me making it up to her. If she loses this job, and this Samantha Garza bitch takes over, we’re all royally fucked. Samantha Garza is a twat that thinks she knows this business but all she has done in her time after retirement is sit in boardrooms and suck the cocks of executives to get to a higher position in her career. She has never once spent the time sitting backstage and watching women perform, and giving them advice on how to get better in the ring and on the mic. Viola DeMarco has. She was a producer backstage before she ever became the General Manager of Odyssey. She knows exactly how to run a women’s division better than anybody else in this company. I can’t say the same for Samantha.

I’ve been itching at the bit to get back into a wrestling ring for countless months but I didn’t want to rush into things. I didn’t want to come back and blow it; rendering my return a failure. No. I had to be patient. I had to keep training and keep getting better and better and better until eventually the right opportunity came up. And the right opportunity did. It’s a great honour to be on Team DeMarco and at Pluto’s Gate, not only will we defend her position as the General Manager of Odyssey but I will show the world just how much better I have gotten.

I’ve been watching Odyssey and I keep seeing these blonde bimbos known as The Dollhouse run around here thinking they own this shit. Roxy, DiVa, you’re both adorable little crumpets aren’t you. One of you too afraid to break out from the other’s shadow because she knows that if she tries to do anything on her own she’ll just crash and burn, and the other too afraid to come out of her parents shadow because she knows that she is nothing without the Vendetta name. It’s quite cute that neither of you have said anything about me this week and that’s because you have absolutely nothing against me. There can be a lot said about you two however. You feel discriminated because you’re able to compete with the male talent? Way to separate the two genders ya mutts. Do you realize that Tarah Nova and Aria Jaxon are both members of Olympus and Kingdom respectively? One of them is challenging for a male’s world championship. One of them, in fact, was a former tag team champion. Wow congratulations for being able to compete with men! How about defeating them for a change? This will be your second attempt to claim the OWA Openweight Tag Titles at Scorched Earth. How are you gonna feel knowing that when you lose a second time that you will be insignificant on both rosters? Yes, Roxy, you’re a former OWA Women’s Champion. You defeated a woman who barely shows up. You successfully defend that belt on the backs of your own parents - you couldn’t do shit for yourself. Then when you finally dropped it, what happened? To save yourself from drowning in this great, big ocean known as Odyssey, you reached out to whoever was available and were pulled out of the water by two women who are as obscure as you are. Let’s get one thing clear here Roxy - you’re not as important as you think you are. You’re about as important to this division as, well, Samantha Garza. The four of you really deserve each other, you really do.

As for Preposterous Boner or whatever the cunt your name is, don’t even open your mouth this week sweetheart. I know Savannah Sunshine is still in there somewhere. I know this is all just an act because you crave the attention of the ones that want nothing to do with you anymore. It doesn’t matter what you want to call yourself or how you wanna act these days babe, it’s not going to change the fact that you’re a mediocre performer on an elite brand. You were the inaugural Queen of the Ring at one point - now you’re just an embarrassment. You will find absolutely no success as you are now except for the success of failure. Now, make like a tampon and get your pussy out of this bloody hole.

Despite my change of attitude everybody must know that Megan Harper is still taking no punches from anybody. I’ll still out-talk anybody that ever wants to throw my name in the dirt. If you throw my name in the dirt, I’ll force your face into it until you reach the center of the earth. If you’re still breathing after I’m done kicking some ass, maybe I’ll take the time to hear y’all out. There’s a storm comin’ for Team Garza at Pluto’s Gate and we’re about to wipe y’all out that you’re gonna wish you weren’t on this brand. The three of you backed the wrong horse on this one, gals.

The only thing that matters apart from winning this match for Viola is…

The Storm is BACK.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) March 16th 2019, 2:28 am by **Jessie B.**

I tried all I can to win The Keys To The Kingdom match. I fought my hardest and tried all I could to win it. In the end, it wasn’t my night. Jeff X won and he became the first ever Keys Holder in this company. His name is already written in the history of professional wrestling. Therefore, congratulations, Jeff, you earned it and hopefully you can use it wisely.

This week I’m going to face Moongoose McQueen. He’s a veteran in this business and he challenged Scott Oasis for The OWA Championship and he failed, just like I did. But McQueen is still a great wrestler in his own way. He’s really that good. Just because he failed to win doesn’t mean he’s bad. Personality wise, he seems not the most normal guy based on every time I see him on the backstage but it doesn’t matter. McQueen is needed for this company. He knows what he’s doing and he knows how to put on great matches.

You don’t give up easily McQueen and you always able to get up quickly. You are strong as a bull and fast as hell. Clearly you are a total package in the ring. You are clearly a walking talking bar room fight. Everything you do, you always able to bring on something new to the table.

I have to say, you’re a ruthless guy too. Like I said, you’re not normal but it’s not necessarily a bad thing. It’s just an example that you’re not someone that can’t be messed around with so easily. I might labelled you as a psychopath but that’s how I see about you. But I can’t denied the fact that you’re a great wrestler.

I don’t mind going up against you though and I’m ready to bring the fight to you. When I first arrived in this company, I always knew that I’ll come across a certain type of guy. You’re a Psychopath and you’re a freak, but you have the heart, the soul, and the passion for this business. I’m sure you’ll move on quickly after what happened at Divine Retributions. You’ll get back to The World Championship picture in no time and I’m sure you’ll win it sooner or later. You have no time to cry about it.

Truth to be told though. I did expect you to beat Scott Oasis. While it is what it is, I’m little disappointed in you. My heart bleeds for the fact that you can’t get the job done. My heart bleeds for the fact that you’re not able to beat the guy who got thrown in randomly to replace the previous world champion. But I guess I expected too much.

I’m expecting you to come to the ring as a blank sheet. I’m expecting you to be what you are. I don’t want to beat you in your worst days. I don’t want you to act like a bitch. I want you to bring your craziness. I want you to be the best version of yourself. I mean this is for the first time ever you’re going up against The Olympic Gold Medalist isn’t it?

But then again, maybe just maybe, I’m not the best representation of an Olympic Athlete, let alone a Gold Medalist. I always got my ass kicked. I only able to raise my hands once. I only able to get the job done once. I’m still trying to find my groove and my voices in this sport.

Laugh at me all you want, it doesn’t matter. You can look down at me if you wish but the fact and truth is I’m staying because I know I’m able to give the fans some classic matches. It’s just a matter of time until I win a big one.

Do you know how much pressure I’m dealing? Isaac Thornton, Layne Kurobane, Reginald Dampshaw III, my former best friend: Donny Dragon, The Clash of Titan Match, and recently, The Keys To The Kingdom match. That’s a lot of failures I’ve experienced, McQueen. But I don’t want to ponder and wonder about it anymore. I want to beat you. I want to snap your ankle. If I win this match, it will make up every singles failures that I’ve made. Countless men have beat me. You’re a big name in this sport after all. I just want you to bring your best. I have a mission to make a name for myself.

What if you beat me though? Then it’s just motivate me to be the better version of myself going forward. I can’t denied my failures and the only thing I can do to make them up are by winning matches and eventually winning championship. I do believe I can repeat the same success that I have achieved as an Amateur Wrestler.

Interesting word here. Maybe you just see me as indeed an amateur and I see you as a big name, but I’ve stated every single things about you. I hope you can Bring your A-Game to the ring, McQueen, because otherwise, there’s no shame of backing off until you are ready.

Oh It’s True! It’s Damn True!

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) March 16th 2019, 2:19 am by **Matsuda**

Pluto's Gate #1

"Ride or Die"

November 2018.

Brooklyn, NY.

(It's a quiet night inside the Bushwick Deli corner store. The establishment is practically empty, save for a few patrons shopping for late night snacks and sandwiches. A figure in a gray hoodie walks in, past the cashier who's watching ESPN on his phone.)

"Welcome back to Sports Center. This just in: Eli-"

Male Patron: Hey Habibi! How much is the Tropicana?

"-swers Wrestling released a statement earlier today, disavowing Stephanie "Cloud" Matsuda. After losing the Unified Women's World Championship to Ma-"

Cashier: Three-fifty my brother.

(The hooded figure walked over to the fridge section to pick out a couple of drinks. On their way to the register, they grabbed a bag of chips.)

"-line, she left the arena and has yet to be seen on television yet. Officials report that she has yet to reach out to anyone. Representatives from Zaibatsu inc. couldn't be reached for comment..."

(The figure placed the items down and added a pack of gum and jerky to the order. The figure threw a ten on the counter.)

Female Voice: That's all.

(The cashier nodded and gave her change before resuming Sports Center)

"Whatever's to come of this mess, we hope Matsuda is taking care of herself."

(The figure walked out of the store and climbed into a nearby car. In the driver seat is Monica Vaughan, sister of the late Brody Sparks and fiancee of Stephanie Matsuda, who reveals her by pulling down the hood.)

Monica Vaughan: Baby, you okay?

Stephanie Matsuda: Yeah, just ESPN again.

Monica Vaughan: Steph, listen. I promised that I wouldn't ask why you did what you did. I'm ride or die 'till the end baby. But, you can't let the world get to you. This year was tough on you as much as it was rewarding. You...just haven't given yourself time to process your emotions. Hell, you haven't even taken a break from wrestling ever since you first signed with them back in 2015-

Stephanie Matsuda: Let's get married.

Monica Vaughan: (chuckles) Baby we're engaged. We're already getting married.

Stephanie Matsuda: Then let's move up the date. As soon as we can - with a few loved ones and friends.

Monica Vaughan: S-Steph. We'd have to change the venue -

Stephanie Matsuda: Mon... I know this is selfish of me. In fact, I've been pretty selfish as of late. But... I'm scared. I don't know what's going to happen next and when it comes... I want us to face it together. Married.

Monica Vaughan: (sniffs) Steph...

Stephanie Matsuda: You make me good Monica...you make me strong. You're my strength, and I need that strength now more than ever as I look the devil in the eye.

Monica Vaughan: (nods) Fine. Let's do it. I think we can swing for January, but at least two weeks after Aria and Aren.

Stephanie Matsuda: Thank you.

Monica Vaughan: Ride or die, sweets.

"Ride or die."

-----

Life comes at you fast.

That’s something my best friend used to say. One day you’re at the bottom of the barrel fighting for scraps, and the next you’re on top of the world. One moment you’re unstoppable, the next you’re a pariah, disavowed by your peers and employers. I’m not going to sit here and pretend that my presence here isn’t going to raise some questions. Unfortunately, I’m not here to answer them. I was asked to do a favor, to go for bat for a friend of a friend. And anyone who is a friend of The Queen is a friend of mine. (sighs) Was my appearance at The Clash a favor? I don’t know, maybe I just wanted to f--k s--t up. I was on a roll too, until a certain crazy lesbian threw me off guard.

The story of my life, huh?

As I’ve previously mentioned, life comes at you fast. The Dollhouse thought they were walking away with the tag belts at The Clash, only to be disappointed by the ragtag duo of Tarah Nova and this Bull Connors guy. These young women are so delusional and entitled, that instead of learning from their mistakes, they commissioned their own tag belts. Now, it should’ve ended there, but they decided to up their f--kery a notch. No, their mistake wasn’t laying their hands on me. I get it - they wanted to send a message to their opponents, this is war after all. But, they also laid their hands on a noncombatant.

They touched my wife.

“All’s fair in love and war, right?” That’s the rationale Roxy and friends are running on. They skip around backstage on Odyssey and Roxy with Kayla over on LAW and think that played out Mean Girls shit makes them untouchable. Been there, done that sweets. You didn’t send a message - you only made things worse. As stated, life comes at you fast. One moment you’re hosting fake shows with your fake titles…

And next you’re getting your fake tits stomped out by some d--e Blasian bitch.

Because, SPOILER ALERT: that’s what I’m going to do to your daughter, Claudia Vendetta. Yes, I’m speaking with you and not your kid, because obviously she’s failed to show me that she has any semblance of a brain in that oddly shaped head of hers. But, you know what they say right? Young, dumb, and full of c-m. The three elements of a “Mean Girl”. Sure, she’s a chip off the old block in the ring. She’s one half of the Lethal Tag Team Champion, after all. She holds a title in a company I’ve invested in which is the ONLY reason why she will be still breathing when I’m done beating her ass. Maybe she watched too many of your old school promos and think Stephanie Matsuda is still the blonde-haired tryhard from 2015. Maybe she thinks I’m the lost and angry Sanatorium member from 2016. Maybe...she thinks I’m the scorned lover from 2017. Heh, but that was the same year I broke my lover in half. You saw it with your own eyes what I can do when I’m backed in a corner, Claudia. You need to take these girls aside - Savannah or Persephone or whoever too - and look them in the eye. Instead of enabling their bulls--t you should explain to them how it’s not wise to cross a line you can never come back from. Not only will my partners and I hand DeMarco the keys to Odyssey, but we will do so with the luxury of costing Team Garza their f--king careers. Speaking of which, when you lay eyes on your baby girl sitting in a wheelchair, you can put that one on Samantha. The bitch waved her metaphorical ding-a-ling so she thinks she’s the man now? Azumi does the same thing and wrestles at the same time. You hav,e The Artist Formerly Known as Savannah who hates herself so much that she needed a gimmick change. So you have four basic bitches on one side, thinking they know what’s best for Odyssey? Hey, I’m new here so I don’t have the answer either. But I know who probably does: Julianna DeMarco. If ‘Ria trusts her, then so do I.

This is new territory for me.

Here I am in a place where I’m the outsider, where all my previous accolades mean squat to the women who wish to confront me. Your blood has your daughter acting pretty bold, Robert Vendetta. Yes, I’m talking to you now because I know Claudia. She’s probably high-fiving Roxy, thinking I’m not a threat. Robbie...I’m the biggest threat she will ever face in her entire life. Her friend DiVa? She’s never stood face-to-face against a woman whose sole purpose is to inflict as much pain as possible. This isn’t just about victory - it’s about payback. The Dollhouse will suffer, just like every other cardboard cutout stable to cross my path. No amount of social media presence is going to save them. Everything you’ve accomplished...your wife accomplished she thinks those are her accolades. She’s not the first woman to headline a pay per view in a major promotion. She’s not the one who melted a world title into a crown. “Well, Roxy is a former champion!” So am I, sweets. A two-time world champion in fact. You need to take your daughter aside Robert and tell her this isn’t about accolades. This is about a grown ass woman putting three little girls in their place. Persephone Bane thought she could make Serenity tap in order to get to me. Well, Serenity is a big girl, she’s a warrior like the rest of us. Maybe you think of Roxanne like that - a warrior making a name for herself. Fine, I’m going to treat her as such. Get ready to see Roxy bleeding on the canvas like the warrior she is. Prepare to watch her best friend crawl along the outside looking for her missing teeth. That ring is going to turn into a goddamn battlefield.

And I’m its War Queen.

I don’t give a f--k about your tweets, hashtags, followers, and the like. Just know and understand this: everything that’s sweet isn’t good for you, and not all divas are created equal. My allies and I were making headlines before the Dollhouse knew what a headlock was. Persephone knows - she was right there next to us. She also knows what it’s like being on the opposite end of a Blasian Sunrise. She can tell you exactly what it means to lose to me. But, I reiterate. This isn’t about winning - it’s about making the three of you suffer. Wanna attack me? Fine, bet. You touched Monica...so I’m gonna have to bust some implants. I have no beef with the Vendettas or even Samantha Garza herself. But, you fucked with my wife so now you have to deal with me.

Know it.

Understand it.

Believe it.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) March 16th 2019, 2:06 am by **Zumi**

Pluto’s Gate #2

“I have everything to lose here, I guess that is the struggle of a champion. In a singular moment, a title reign can come crashing down, so I know the pressure in this title match. Hell, that pressure is even bigger because it’s my first title defense. This is a make or break situation for me.”

---------------------------------------------------

“I don’t know who’s idea it was to Erica back in my life. Whether it was Erica’s or yours, it doesn’t matter. I have a small chance, maybe one percent to right the one wrong that constantly haunts me.”

“See I’m not gonna lie and say that I went through what you did in your past, Diantha. I had the honor of being trained by my own personal idol after she offered me to learn under her wing. Yeah, I did have to do all the choirs that all typical young girls had to do during my first years in JET. In the end, I became the hand-picked successor of the greatest female wrestler I will ever see. So yeah, I have no idea what you went through but don’t ever think that it means I had this road be easy. So many times, Diantha… so many times I saw my peers. People who were younger like Aria Jaxon and people didn’t have a long tenure in wrestling like Megan Harper. I cursed myself for not having the natural talent those women possess, I hated the idea that no matter how hard I worked, two times or three times the current effort, I wouldn’t be able to reach the level of the ones who are considered naturally talented. You simply don’t know what bitterness like that can do to someone, Diantha. You really don’t know that. I know what it does, I experienced that. At first, everything horrible you do seems like a great thing at first, it feels like a dose of adrenaline. You can say what you want, do what you want and not need to have some sort of identity. No care in the world what your image is in the world and I’ll be honest Kiddo, it seems like a good thing and then you fail. When failure hits while you’re in that state of mind, it’s far worse Diantha. You’re going to learn that the same way I did, by suffering the biggest loss of your career. At this point, it seems like I need to do this. I really don’t want to see you going down the wrong path as I did. It’s not me being a righteous person but someone who doesn’t want to see a young girl with a lot of promise wastes it all because of her anger and hatred showing constantly. Kiddo, understand that I want the best for Odyssey. This brand has all the potential to be the talk of not just all OWA fans but every wrestling out there, so I want everyone on Odyssey going at it 100% even if it the ones who try to take away this title from me. I want to leave Odyssey in good hands when my time comes up, whenever that does happen.”

“You know Erica, it’s more like I’m facing you rather than Diantha. You feel like I have to suffer for what I did, but I think do. I live in a constant nightmare of everything I did to you, ever since you returned to side with Diantha. I have to live with all the sins locked away, you want to end my career, my title reign or whatever else is inside your heart. You have all right and reason to have that desire, after taking away something I know you held close to you, I deserve everything. You showed me everything I needed to learn when I moved to America, genuinely my first friend I made while in this country. I might have quit and fleed back to Japan if there wasn’t moral support from you. Without your early words of encouragement, I wouldn’t be standing here Erica. You know this better anyone, that impulsive young girl wouldn’t be OWA Women’s World Champion without the support from you. That person, that monster I used to be doesn’t exist. It was locked away and died. I never want to be that human again, that person that had no use for the people around her. I have young ones back home at JET who I get to train and I’m responsible for being the role model they will have. You know me really well Erica, you know how stubborn I will be if I set my mind on something. So now the goal in mind is to have you back as my friend. It may seem like I’m in my perfect little dream world, but if that were the case then I wouldn’t have all the failures that made me strong, the same failures that were brought up for not having you at my side. In a way, you not being at my side when I was at my worst times was what made me want to change. I’ll keep trying now that you’re back Erica, I’ll keep trying to have you back in my side.”

“Now back to you kiddo, Diantha prepare yourself. I feel like you’ve taken the kindness and respect I have shown to others and saw it as a weakness. Natalie Cage and I know what’s at stake when we reach Final Destination, I told this straight to her face that I don’t plan to lose this championship to anyone that stands in my way, that list includes you. She and I are close for one major factor, there’s mutual respect between the two of us because even though we have different ways of competing, there is a common goal. She wants the best for Odyssey and I do as well. The goal of an ace to lead the charge and be the one that the people look towards when seeing the great brand of wrestling provided. I want to be that not just for Odyssey and for OWA but for Women’s Wrestling and professional wrestling as a whole. This is the unkillable dream that no evil, arrogance can extinguish. You may have brought the person that seems to connect you and me together but it doesn’t mean I intend to lose. I have responsibilities that you don’t know half of, I represent Odyssey on the world stage as the brand’s World Champion. I intend to take accomplish that dream for a perfect world for pro-wrestling that I desire and I don’t intend to let it be stopped. Not to you, Natalie or anyone else. Keep that in mind forever, kiddo. This title is mine forever as long as I breathe and live. Now come give me your best shot, time to show me how stronger you have gotten.”

“My final words are to you, Erica because I truly mean this. After realizing that I was wrong, the one thing I didn’t want to see was you, I wouldn’t know how to reply to you. I’ve said this before and I will say it again, any bit of anger, rage and hatred that you have for me are acceptable. I understand every bit of it. I’m sorry but I just want you to know that I’m no longer the impulsive young girl that held on to your every word. I’ve grown up, Erica. I’ve become stronger with each failure since leaving you. You won’t see the old Azumi who ended your career but rather one who wants you by her side once again as a friend. I will do everything I can to show you that I truly regret everything I did but also show you first hand my growth and my evolution from that young girl you considered a younger sister to The Ace that you see right in front of you.”

“I’ll see you at Pluto’s Gate old friend.”

Donny Dragon: Laaaaaame

Word Count: 1439

Donny bursts through the curtain, dragging the limp body of Nate Cage with James Anderson and Lieta Collins. Blood is streaming out of Nate’s head after his battle with his sister, Lieta yells out in concern.

“GET HIM SOME FUCKING MEDICAL ATTENTION! DONNY, DONNY, STAY WITH US!”

The cumulative stress of his Keys to the Kingdom match and seeing Nate in such a state causes Donny to collapse to his knees.

“Donny, you’re going into shock. Stay Calm.”

I CAN’T! FUCK! THIS IS ALL FUCKED!

Blackout. Donny wakes up in his bunk, a concerned James Anderson and Lieta Collins by his bedside.

I…I…where’s Nate?

Lieta shakes her head.

“He’s in a bad way. I don’t think you should see him in his current condition. That bitch Natalie’s gonna pay, I swear. How are you?”

I feel fine. I just, I’ve never seen Nate like that before. I’ve never seen him powerless. He looked broken, he looked defeated. I wasn’t ready for it. I need some time to myself, I think. I need to process everything that’s been going on.

Flash forward a couple of days. Donny is in the kitchen of the mess hall, prepping himself a meal and sipping some piping hot coffee.

It’s been a chaotic week, no other word for it. I wanna say I’m happy that Nate got the win on Sunday…but at what cost? I’ve never seen a man brought to the edge of his physical existence like that. Natalie made me realise that we’re all mortal. That no matter how tough we are, we can be damaged, we can be broken. I can barely even remember Keys to the Kingdom, it’s all been a blur. Seeing my closest friend with no awareness of where he is, no concept of time, of self. It was like his spirit had left his body, like he’d left us. I’m not even allowed to see him, only Lieta and the doctor. I guess it makes sense, she’s closer to him than anyone and he needs to be treated. It’s just…I’d like to know that everything’s okay. I just…I just have to know that he’s gonna be okay.

So, I didn’t win on Sunday, but I didn’t lose, either. As I predicted, that new kid Alex Scott got pinned. 0-3 for him now, shame. Meanwhile, nobody’s pinned me yet. I’m still undefeated, which shouldn’t be a surprise to anybody. I kicked ass and took names in that match, but I’m disappointed that I didn’t walk away with those Keys. It doesn’t really help that the guy who did was Jeff, either. I mean damn, anybody but him could have won and it wouldn’t have been as tough of a pill to swallow. Also, I have a really rare hearing disorder, and the volume of Jeff’s home state threw me off my equilibrium. That’s just science. And you can’t argue with science.

So, what’s cooking this week? I’ve only gotta face the most dominant champion in OWA today. They don’t make it easy for me, do they? Layne Kurobane, the trade of all jacks and nobody’s master…or whatever it is. You’re a hell of a worker, I’ll give you that. Poor old Kevin Maverick didn’t know what hit him, did he? I watched your match at Clash and it was about what I expected: high-energy, athletic and kinda amazing. Still, I’m not here to shower you with praise, because that’d make no sense, would it? I mean, I’m not just gonna outright lie, you’re on top of your game right now and running through everyone they put in front of you. Well, aside from Scott Oasis but hey, nobody’s perfect!

I’ve got a lot of respect for what you’ve done for this company, Layne, your devotion to never really being as big of a star as you could is impressive. You’ve said it yourself: that Spartan Title’s kind of an anchor for you. You’ve only come to respect it because you’ve had it for so damn long. You’ve got title Stockholm Syndrome…Strapholm Syndrome? I dunno, I’ll work on it. You don’t know any different at this point, and hopes of being world champ have sort of disappeared. Who knows when you’re gonna be in the world title picture again? If ever? You’re in as a Spartan now and that’s the way it is. I will say that you’ve had the reign that Scotty Adams should have had before he decided he was too good for the division. It’s the kind of reign he was expected to go on, until he wanted more. You kinda did the same when you challenged for the world title, but at least you had the decency to not abandon your peers in the name of glory. Nah, you’re a good champ, a good wrestler, and it’s is gonna be satisfying to shock the world.

You’re a smart guy, I know what you think when you look at me. You see a new kid who’s in over his head, who has no business thinking he can beat you. That’s what Scotty Adams thought, until I made him tap out. You ever beat Scotty Adams, Layne? No? Damn, you should try it, it’s fun. They put a giant in front of me and I chopped him down. Kinda like you did with Monolith…on your second try. Noticing a pattern here? There are parallels between us, Layne. Two new guys who nobody knows anything about, racking up big wins and putting the world on notice. But I’m tired of waiting. I’m tired of getting booked in matches with no rhyme or reason, I want something more. So, how do I do that? How do I convince people that I’m more than just somebody to send out there and kick some ass? It all starts with knocking off the biggest dog in the yard. It all starts with defeating the seemingly unbeatable Sparteen Champeen.

Your reign’s chugged on and on and honestly…I’m kinda bored at this point. Layne comes out, confuses people with his technical flash, Song of Storms, onetwothreedingdingding. Yaaaaawnnnnnn!!!!!!!!! Layne, for God’s sake, can’t you just wake up and realise that your act’s played out? Yeah, sure, nobody’s been able to work out how to beat you and that’s why you’re still champ and blah blah blah blah. Whatever, I don’t care. I’m fucking good, Layne. I take exciting guys like you and I grind them down. I’ve faced people with strength, I’ve faced technicians, I know how guys like you operate. It’s not complicated, it’s actually pretty damn simple. If I just take away an arm or a leg, cut off your oxygen, pin you into position so you don’t have room to breathe, you’re done for. And sure, it’s easier said than done, but wrestling isn’t supposed to be easy. I’m not here for easy, I’m here to make life difficult for people.

You know what I think? I think you’re complacent. You’ve run through mediocre opponent after mediocre opponent and you’re getting bored. You’re desperate for somebody to come through the woodwork and bring the fight to you in a meaningful way. Well guess what? I’m your man! I’m the guy who retired The Silver Bullet. I’m the guy who threw his friend under the bus without a care in the world. I’m not concerned with how people perceive what I do out there anymore. Sure, I might not be out to light the world on fire and produce a hit for the highlight reel, I’m there to hammer out Ws so my stock soars. What do I have to do? Simple: beat you, use that victory to claim a Spartan Title shot, beat you again, ???, profit. It ain’t rocket science, Layney boy! Yeah, you’re gonna hurt me, yeah, you’re gonna make me question my life choices. But I can take what you’ve got. I’m not a Cruiserweight who’s tryna use you as a stepping stone to another belt. I’m not a washed-up veteran who’s still got ring rust after nine months on the shelf. I’m in the prime of my life, I want what you’ve got, I’m Donny freaking Dragon…AND I’M COMING FOR YOUR ASS, LAYNE! AND AS I SAID! I LEARNED THAT ANY MAN CAN BE BROKEN THIS WEEK! I LEARNED THAT WE’RE ALL MORTAL! YOU ARE JUST ANOTHER MAN, AND YOU WILL BE BROKEN, I WILL FIND A WAY. YOUR LIMBS WILL BE COLLECTED AND YOUR NICE HAIR’S GONNA BE YANKED OUT! LAME KUROBANE’S DONE! LONG LIVE THE YEAR OF THE DRAGON!

Layne finishes preparing his meal, as he goes to join the other soldiers in the mess hall.

It’s rare that I pick my opponents. Normally, they need to do something in order to impress me. To most in the locker room, why would they care about impressing Dulce Torres? My name doesn’t have as much value and respect in the locker room. I am only a rookie in the eyes of OWA, yet, I have managed to climb up the ranks to be considered one of the best in the locker room. Slowly, I can see my name building prestige and credibility. No longer am I the young rookie, who graced through those doors about a year ago. Over the past year, I have suffered from some devastating defeats. As much as I wanted to get my ball and go home, I knew that I had something to offer. The Odyssey brand is a blessing to me because it provided me that platform to finally shine. It was the platform that made me earn this Goddesses Championship. When presented with the opportunity to decide my next opponent, I wanted it to be a woman, who was more than deserving of this championship. One woman, who I believed was going to give me an unforgettable fight. I like to be on the edge of my seat. I love to experience the feeling of someone actually trying to take this championship off my shoulder. I want competition. As much of a lovely fighter, Kiara Robertson was, she wasn’t much of a fight. Women like Diantha Moreau and Natalie Cage gave me wonderful fights. They presented themselves as actual threats. I want my reign to be looked back on the obstacles I conquered. Sure, this lovely championship on my shoulder has been a wonderful reminder of hard work truly paying off, but I want this championship to be looked at as one of the important crown jewels of not only Odyssey, but Omega Wrestling Alliance. I believe that I have done a lovely job at doing that. I am making great progress on that objective, but this title defense is important to me. It has proven that I am not being shy with my opponents. It has proven that I’ll fight anyone. Even a woman, who I’ve selected myself to being the next opponent for the Goddesses Championship. This one, I vow will give me my greatest match since Natalie. This woman, regardless of what happens at Pluto’s Gate, will be someone to look out for in 2019.

I’m talking about Nikita LaShae.

A woman, who puts emphasis of having “style” and “finesse” as a wrestler. I admit, I am not the flashiest person in this company. I don’t have that swagger and style that these people constantly drool for. I enter the ring and put on a fantastic show. I’ve never been the woman to do anything to gather the attention of the fans. I don’t need to do that nor do I have the desire to do that. I’ve managed to step toe-to-toe with some of the brightest styles and personalities on this brand. I was not as vibrant and chaotic as Natalie Cage. I was not as sweet and bubbly as Kiara Robertson. I wasn’t as intimidating and chaotic as Diantha Moreau. As you look at all the women on the roster, I consider myself to be quite bland in comparison to them; however, it has been something that has worked out for me so far and it has provided me with the results I desired. There’s nothing wrong with having style and finesse, Nikita. If that works for you, then good for you, but I am a firm believer that different quirks work for different people. Your style and presence may be able to gravitate towards the fans. They may find themselves in awe as you walk down that ramp and step foot inside the ring, but from your past few matches, you have proven that you can really rise to the occasion and have people commend you on that. I’ve commended you in the past. I believe that you’re an amazing competitor and I am never going to take that away from you, but you’ve made a huge mistake before you even wrestled against me. You made a huge mistake and the bell hasn’t begun yet. Perhaps, that was your confidence talking, but do you think that you can call me a placeholder?

I’ve held this championship since October. I defeated three other women to become the inaugural Goddesses Champion and you’re calling me a placeholder? I can handle you implying that I’m dull, but when you say that I’m nothing more than a placeholder for you, I am going to say something about it. I like to think that little comment from you was supposed to railed me up. It was supposed to fill myself with the most intense anger possible, but Dulce Torres has been called a bunch of things throughout her OWA. She has been called a bunch of things as she wrestled around the independent wrestling scene. But, I did not come to OWA to be anyone’s placeholder. I did not come to OWA to be used as a stepping stone for women like you, Nikita. I am not going to allow for that to happen.

What separates you from the rest of my opponents? The “fight for what I want” cliche really doesn’t help you in this case. I did that to attain this championship. Natalie Cage did that to win Clash of the Goddesses. Azumi Goto did that in order to attain the OWA Women’s World Championship. Those are three relevant examples of women fighting for what they want. You, Nikita? You haven’t done much fighting to get this title opportunity. I could have decided on ANYONE on Odyssey to face me next. Yet, I chose you. It wasn’t because I wanted to add your name to the list of contenders I defeated. It wasn’t because I saw you as anything, but another victim in my championship reign. Like I said before, I chose you because I believe that you would present me with the challenge I desired. Is it bad that I want competition? Never did I think of you as another member of the “victim column”, but if you continue to open your mouth and say something you regret, I might need to consider things.

You had went through a lot of things to get to this point of your career, you had a depressing past. In your heart, you believe that you deserve this. Winning the Goddesses Champion will make all the trials and obstacles you went through worth it. To me, I never saw you as “ghetto trash”. I never saw you as anyone, who belonged in the jailhouse. Your past is irrelevant to the star power and presence that you have brought to the Odyssey brand. It may have build your character to being this total badass, but winning this Goddesses Championship off of me is something that is not going to happen at Pluto’s Gate. You can try everything in the world to ignite a fire in me, but there is not need to ignite anything that is constantly burning. You seem like a nice girl. Bright future ahead of you, but that doesn’t start at Pluto’s Gate. I’m looking forward to the fight. I am looking forward to seeing the “Iron Diamond”. You may have seen me personally competing two weeks ago, but that will be nothing compared to the woman you will competing against.

[Natalie Cage]

[The Arms of War]

[Downtown Chicago]

[March 15, 2019]

[Natalie is sitting in a rundown apartment, no doubt a temporary living space. Her arm is in a sling, next to her is a half-empty bottle of whiskey and a bevy of painkillers. She takes a handful of the pills, before washing them down with a deep swig of whiskey]

I wasn’t pinned. I didn’t tap. I didn’t verbally give up. I didn’t pass out from the pain. I did not lose against my brother. I don’t give a fuck what the record book says, I know the real result. The ref seemed to believe that he had to stop the match, but it wasn’t his call to make. He got between a battle that wasn’t his. His job was to count the one, two, three. His job was to make sure there was no question of who the better sibling was. And what did he do? The fucking opposite. My brother’s “victory” over me will forever be tainted. Look at the two of us after that match and tell me who won. I left under my own power, standing on my own two feet. Nate? He was out of it. Blood was pouring out of his head, consciousness had left his body. He was so down and out that I had to kick his body out of the ring myself, so that his idiotic friends and his cunt of a wife could take him to the emergency room.

Guess where I went after the match? I went into the trainer’s office, got my arm looked at, took some pills, went home and got laid. Does that sound like a loser’s post-match? Viola certainly made me feel like a winner, that’s for sure.

[Natalie cracks a wry smile, before polishing off the whiskey and hurling the bottle into the wall, where it smashes violently]

But if I can be serious for a moment, I’ve got a lot of bitterness to get out of my system. I’ve seen a lot of praise for the job I did, that I represented the Odyssey brand to the best of my abilities. But if I’m not coming back home with a W, then I’ve failed. It was nice to see the women I admire most come out on the ramp to tell me how good of a job I did. I value their opinions and their friendship. Viola and Aria are proud of me, I know that, but that isn’t going to cut it. My love for those women doesn’t extend to my desire for victory. Officially, I’ve lost my last two matches and that isn’t a good thing. I’m supposed to be challenging for the world title at Final Destination, how am I supposed to look a woman like Azumi Goto in the eye and tell her that I’m her biggest threat? She has no reason to take me seriously if I’m on a losing streak. I’ve been backed into a corner for the first time in my career, and an animal is at its most dangerous when it’s cornered.

So, what do I have to do to get things back on track? I have to take on someone who some people consider my greatest rival…ha, that’s funny. A rivalry? A rivalry is two equally matched opponents, two people who are so close in skill that it could go either way whenever they’re across the ring from each other. Eris, darling, you ain’t it. I don’t mean to be rude but…you’re not my rival. You’re my enemy, sure, but that’s only because you’re stupid enough to keep getting involved in my business, when it’s brought you nothing but failure. Well done, you finally were able to register a pinfall victory over me. How did it feel? Good? My partner was handcuffed to the ring post and it took THREE finishers in a row to keep me down. You had to move the goalposts so many times until you eventually got what you wanted. Well done, babe, proud of you.

I’m sick of hearing about you, Eris. I’m sick of your face, I’m sick of your make-up, I’m sick of your Ed Wood graveyard set. You’ve been kept alive on Odyssey by association with me. People are only talking about Eris when she’s getting her arse whooped by the real star of the brand. You’re not on my level, you’re holding onto my ankles as you dangle off the edge of a drop to irrelevancy. This weekend, all I have to do is shake you off and watch you plummet. You, with your scare tactics, your brute strength, your tenacity, it’s all fucking worthless against me. You’re not against a timid rookie like Kiara Roberson, you’re against someone who possesses all the same qualities as you, but amplified. I’m stronger, more vicious, and impossible to intimidate. Every tool you have in this game is suited to prey on the weak, against me? You’re shooting at a tank with a pea shooter, mate.

So, Pluto’s Gate, a groundbreaking show. I can’t fucking wait. It’s about time this division got its own supershow. I even specially requested that me and you go on first, because after the beating I put on you to kick off the show, nobody’s gonna be able to follow it. Come the end of the night, they’re not gonna be talking about the two title matches, they’re not gonna be talking about who the new Queen of the Ring is, they’re all gonna be recoiling in horror at the mangled bundle of flesh that Eris has been rendered as. I put you down in a straight singles match, you failed to make good on your word and throw me out of the Clash, and now…now, we’re actually on my home turf. We’re going out there in a match where there are no rules. I can do whatever the fuck I want. Did you see what I did to my brother with the regular restrictions of a wrestling match? Not even Scott Oasis put a hurting on him as much as I did. You’re not half the threat that my brother is. You’re the kid at the back of the class who does weird shit to get everybody’s attention. And then, when nobody likes you, you blame the world for misunderstanding your ways. You’re not misunderstood, Eris, you’re just angry that nobody fucked you in high school. You’re angry that the world never stopped and admired you for the precious little flower that you are. Bitterness is a toxic thing, that’s why I’m channelling it into putting an end to The Cleanser. You seem to have carried bitterness with you for your entire life and it’s manifested in this off-brand Mortal Kombat character routine.

You’re not special, you’re not misunderstood, you’re just…boring. You bore me. I look at you and just think of all the other things that are worth my time. You’re not even a test at this point. I know I’m better than you, I’ve proved it. I’ve moved on to bigger and better things. I’m crossing over to other brands, I’m in a marquee match at the big show. What the fuck have you done? Sweet, sweet nothing. You’re gonna fade away after I kick your head in, just like you did the last time. You know why there’s so much space in your graveyard? Because you never put any bodies in it.

You’re not gonna be the next in line, Eris, you’ll be the last one left.

[STATIC]

WE WILL MARCH.

WE WILL CONQUER.

WE WILL OVERCOME.

WE WILL….

Have fun!

Hey, everyone, DiVa here!

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OH! MY! GOSH! So happy to be HOME! I missed all my loves so much! It feels like it’s been ages since DiVa and Roxy got to compete! It was so cold and so lonely, but we made the most of it because we are survivors! We don’t operate by the standards set out by others, and we never have! It’s why The Dollhouse is so successful! So many were being big meanies and so grumpy when we set out on our magical crusade to bring eyes to the World of true womens wrestling! So many fans in waiting just didn’t understand the plight of The Dollhouse, but that’s okay! Everything is okay! You never had to understand! Some people take more time to learn a lesson than others! Some people have to be thoroughly taught and enlightened! In school, these people fell behind all of their fellow classmates, and were all collectively sent to special classes and even special schools! Places where they could be surrounded with others just like them! And that’s no reason to feel embarrassed! Not at all! I want you to listen to DiVa’s words, both here and in her songs that are all currently available on iTunes and Google Play! Just listen to DiVa’s words! Listen to Roxy’s words! Don’t listen to Aphrodite’s words, because she doesn’t say much! But listen to The Dollhouse and understand that we NEVER EVER had bad intentions in mind when we set out to reform and revision womens wrestling!

And let DiVa be very serious for a second… There IS such a thing as discrimination. It is very real and it should be addressed. Because for the past several weeks, The Dollhouse have been discriminated against and criticized for being the only true women to rise up and compete with male athletes. And that breaks DiVa’s little heart. It really does. The Dollhouse work so hard to make for a better World so that others just like them can one day hope to be below us and support us. And no matter how hard The Dollhouse has worked, the big meanies in charge say that we shouldn’t be on the show, and that we shouldn’t compete for the Openweight Tag Team Championships… But here we are! And we did it! We overcame! Because The Dollhouse didn’t just fall in line like Taryn Novel and Arien Jacksmith! The Dollhouse didn’t have to adjust themselves and pretend to be just like the men! The Dollhouse made those meanies accept who we are as women! As strong, independent, beautiful women that have too much talent to ever be denied! In the face of adversity, The Dollhouse broke the mold and became the first EVER and ONLY Womens Tag Team Champions to show that even while we compete with the men, we are still and forever the faces of womens wrestling! And that will never change! And for all of our hard work and effort, we have a chance to become the Champions of not just womens wrestling, but all of Tag Team wrestling! Isn’t that exciting?!

But DON’T get it twisted! The state of the World today is far from okay! And that is okay! Or maybe that’s not okay? Okay! That’s why The Dollhouse made their triumphant return to Odyssey so that they could team up with Persiphilus Bone! That’s why they were called upon to truly stand up and make a change! Because while The Dollhouse have been out and about, crusading and campaigning to make the rest of OWA a better place and a SAFER place for women, our very own home that we were rudely attacked in has yet to change with the times! There’s no need to thank The Dollhouse for the charity they’re doing, because we promise you that we take nothing but pleasure in doing this even when nobody asked us to! The Dollhouse can’t just stand idly by and wait for 2019 to come to Odyssey! The Dollhouse will bring the modern age to it ourselves, just like we did to the rest of this company! Team Garcia isn’t just Team Garcia! It’s The Dollhouse! It’s everything we fight for as women! And our opponents… Well, DiVa has trouble remembering them… But if they believe that women should continue to be held down and made to be just like the rest of the pack and nothing like us, then that shouldn’t stand! DiVa and Roxy know it!

Persillipy Ban knows it too! She knows it better than anyone else! She’s the sparkling example of what it takes to learn to adjust to The Dollhouse’s new World of doing things! Sweet Roxy did her such a generous favor and knocked some sense into her the best way she could, and now look at her! She finally realized that The Dollhouse way is the ONLY way, just like the rest of my amazing fans! And she’s not the only one, of course! She’ll never be just the only one! The rest of them who want to be rude and oppose us will just have to learn too, and there’s nothing bad about that! DiVa LOVES to help children adjust themselves and become better people, and while these women may not be children in body, they are children in mind! There’s nothing wrong with that! It just means they don’t fully comprehend what The Dollhouse is doing for them? And what is The Dollhouse doing for them? Well, a favor, of course! It might not feel like it because of what we have to do to them, and that… Well that makes DiVa a little sad, everyone… But everything will be fine, DiVa promises! And you can count on DiVa and Sweet Roxy to stick to their word! Odyssey has been an icky, ugly place for so long, and it shouldn’t be that way! It should sparkle like The Dollhouse! It should look beautiful like The Dollhouse! And what’s the best way to make something ugly look beautiful?

With a makeover, of course!

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Guess who’s back

Back again

Roxy’s Back

Tell a friend

Oof! Come on now! Don’t turn the other cheek! You all know what is happening with Odyssey! Ever since Sweet Roxy has stopped being Champion it has been filled with extreme toxicity that you can only dream about! I brought DiVa with me and we ventured forth and did our own thing, and now Odyssey is in worse shape than it’s ever been!

Exhibit A: Azumi Goto… Is the Champion.

Yes.

Let that sink in.

Azumi Goto, a person who has lost to me, a washed-up imbecile that should have retired in the first year of her career, is NOW Champion. What kind of irresponsible, downright idiotic, incompetent management would let such a terrible thing happen? What kind of unfair system lets a skinny overrated buffoon actually get a hold of Gold? I mean it’s not as bad as TyAnna Jupiter, but it’s just as bad as shooting yourself in the foot!

BUT… the highlight of Pluto’s Gate is not Azumi Goto, or whatever braindead bitch she’s defending the title against. Pluto’s Gate is and has always been about The Dollhouse, just like everything is about The Dollhouse. We are what rises at the east and sets on the west! The sun and the moon of your plain ugly existence! We are the heroes and the saving grace not just of Odyssey, but the entire OWA! We are here to make sure that things go smoothly in our journey and whoever we nominate as the new guard of Olympus gets that spot. And believe me if we weren’t too busy being freakin’ beautiful and successful, then we woulda ran Odyssey ourselves, but I suppose this better than Viola DeMarco, ANYTHING is better than Viola DeMarco. Don’t like it? Well then, you will have to place your concerns in The Dollhouse Suggestion Box that we never take any time to look at! The point is, we are not here to deal with pessimistic, closed-minded little rats in the audience or in the roster, we are here to do what’s best for The Dollhouse, and by extension, for Odyssey!

So tell me, why are you so afraid of changes!? Change is harmless! Change is a good thing! Change is what turns a seed into a beautiful flower! Change is what bursts out of a cocoon as a mature butterfly! Change is what turns a Science teacher into a full-blown Crystal Meth manufacturer, and I’m willing to bet that all of you loved Breaking Bad, you freaking hypocrites! So what are we afraid of? Oh, of course! Looking at the faces that The Dollhouse are beating up at Pluto’s Gate, it all suddenly makes sense! We are facing Nicole Fyre, the fake Stormbringer Megan Harper, and Cloud Matsuda! We are facing former Champions and has-beens that either took too long to get gold or never had a notable reign in their time as Champions! Once they got a hold of the gold, they just stopped trying which is why instead of being named Legends of the industry like my parents were and what DiVa and I will be in the future, you’re just nothing but stagnant run-of-the-mill wrestlers that did well enough “those few times”, enough to be “part of the list” as Champions, but never as an established in-ring performer and a feared name! And it’s okay! I am Rosanna Vendetta, and as a second generation wrestler, a former OWA Women’s Champion, half of the Best Women’s Tag Team of All Time, and Future OWA Bloodline Tag Team Champion, I have a good eye for these types of things! Like I said, changes are harmless and it’s not too late to change, you three! It’s not too late to try again! I know that being irrelevant stinks just as bad as what’s inside your undies, but I know that you can make it! You may not have the proper upbringing and the poise to make a presence like DiVa and I have, but I suppose your above average talent is good enough to work with! I’m sure you could beat up the likes of Natalie Cage, Eris, Natasha Night -- people that are just as bad as you, and I’m sure that it’s only a matter of time that you get your obligatory title shot just for existing despite doing nothing to earn your spot! I believe in you! I support you! But in the process of succeeding, there is one important thing that you have to remember -- you have to learn to back the fuck off when you’re faced with The Dollhouse. You have to learn when to call it quits when you’re faced with the true demons raised to achieve perfection, especially if you’re fighting for the worst cause that you could ever stand behind. Trust me, based on experience, it’s not a smart move to fight for DeMarco. She will ruin your confidence and trust in her by disappointing you, and she will do it repeatedly. Odyssey needs a breath of fresh air, and if people like you, people that have been so used to the toxicity and the pollution, want to be a part of that change, then you will have to give us the stage and admit defeat as early as now before you accidentally break your back in that ring. Whatever happens, The Dollhouse will get their way.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) March 15th 2019, 3:53 pm by Nikita LaShae

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Talk about opportunities. A short amount of time in OWA and the “Iron Diamond”, “Mz. Ghetto Fab”, Nikita LaShae has impressed enough to be called out by the current Goddess Champion, Dulce Torres. At Pluto’s Gate, these two amazing women will collide for that championship. It was truly a blessing for Nikita to even have this opportunity. Support was not something she had a lot of throughout her life. Hell, she barely had any home training to begin with. It was always just constant yelling, a broken home, trouble, police, crime, the streets, judgement, sexual advances. That was all that this young woman knew from her day. She was happy to have someone in her life now that could make that difference for her and show her that there is more to life. With her eldest brother being locked up and her mother possibly still on some kind of binge or really wanting nothing to do with her, there was no one for Nikita to actually turn to. The only person she could turn to was her boyfriend, Darius Gates.

Darius Gates is a one of a kind man. He loves hard and shows his appreciation for the woman he is with even harder. There was nothing more that he wouldn’t do for Nikita. Even though it took a lot of time for her to really fall for a man after a hard past, she gave in and she has never regretted the day since. Darius is set to join Nikita in OWA alongside his twin brother, Dante Gates in the near future and the three of these were going to be the ones to watch. Nikita already had all eyes on her and that is when the confidence booster, did not kick in.

We all have those restless nights where we can not sleep and every little thing just keeps us awake. When Nikita found out that Dulce wanted to face her and put her championship on the line, she put on that front. The big girl pants were put on she owned up to the challenge. Of course on the inside her insecurities were shown. The girl was tarnished from back in the day and it was something she would live with for all of her life. The night she did out, she laid in bed next to Darius, tossing and turning. The rain outside picked up and slapped against the house and windows from the gust of wind throwing them in that direction. Constantly shifting in bed, clearly not disturbing her man, since he sleeps like a rock, she seemed a bit… unsettled.

Her dreams or maybe reality had her in a state of mind to wake up but couldn’t happen. It’s like sleep paralysis almost. The night only grew worse as things got worse for Nikita. She began being in a frolic and kicking and screaming in her sleep. “Noo!. NOO! STOP IT! MOMMMAAA!! HELP!!” At this point, Darius had come alive to the real world to turn over to see his girlfriend in agony in her sleep. He knew what it was and he did not want to make it worse by touching her. He called out to Nikita, but to no avail. She continued to move back and forth, scared, now crying in her sleep and shouting. He had no choice but to touch her and try to shake her awake.

“I SAID NO! STOP!" She screeched, but finally came to. Realizing that it was all just a dream she looked over at Darius, frightened. Trying to realize that she was okay, she was in a safe place. She continued to cry as she buried her head into his chest as he embraced her tightly rubbing her back and giving her a kiss on the forehead.

“It’s gon’ be alright bae. I’m right here.”

Sometime in late 2000; Jackson, Mississippi - Nikita’s Home
With the brothers all out and about in the streets with no telling when they will return home or if, and their mother working her twelve hour shift job. Little nine year old Nikita was left with daddy dearest at home. Growing up she was the pride and joy of the family. Daddy had his little princess and of course the boys hated it. At the same time they loved it though, they had a little sister to protect by any means and they did just that being so much older. Nikita and her father always enjoyed the time they had with each other. He taught her so many things to apply to life and she thought her family would always be a strong unit.

On this particular night though, there was a bit of a turn. Not for the best. Nikita doing what she normally does was minding her business in the living room. She had her crayons, colored pencils, markers to work a school project. Her father had been preparing dinner, but once he finished he decided to join his daughter in the living room. He sat down on the couch next to her and just looked at her and smiled. She turned to look up at her dad and smiled back so sweetly. She was so innocent, wasn’t a trouble maker and nothing like her brothers at all.

“Wanna help me with my project daddy?”

“Maybe in a little bit babygirl. I think I want to watch a movie first. You want to join me?”

“Sure daddy. Anything in particular you want to watch?”

“Yes. Some action flick I found out from a co-worker last night. It’s in mommy and daddy’s room, let’s get some popcorn and go watch while we wait for mommy to come home and join us.”

“Sure thing daddy. I’ll go get ready for bed as well.”

He leaned over to kiss his daughter on the forehead and headed to his room as did she to hers so she could change into her bedtime shirt. Of course it was just one of her brother’s old huge shirts for her to sleep in. They were no means wealthy at all so hand me downs it was. Plus in that era of time, big shirts were the trend that carried over from the late 90s. As she got herself prepared for bed she walked to her parents room and when she did the television just showed the title of the movie on the screen. “Maid to Serve” Hmmm. The room was dim with a few candles lit as well. This wasn’t unusual for Nikita, because she knew her parents loved candles anyways and seen this a lot. Her father was already in bed and motioned for her to join him and as she hopped up on the bed she snuggled up to him and press play.

The action movie turned out to be action alright. “Maid to Serve” turned out to be some sick porno her father got a thrill from to watch when he and his wife wanted to get their rocks off. Nikita did not know what to think.

“Umm. I don’t think I should be watching this daddy.”

“You’re fine. What mommy doesn’t know won’t hurt.”

At that moment his hand began to feel up Nikita’s leg and around her butt. With a soft rubbing motion and a bit of a squeeze at the end of each of his gentle motions, Nikita began to worry. She knew this wasn’t right. She felt it. She tried to get up but his strength was too much for her as he held her in closer to him. He began to focus his hand more towards her inner thigh now and working his up under her big shirt and starting to feel on her panties.

“Daddy, stop. I need to go.”

“You’re fine baby.”

“No! Quit! I’m leaving!”

“You are not. You’re nine, you have nowhere to go.”

Her father very seldom got angry unless it was when he did not get what he wanted. He took the time to turn himself over on top of Nikita and look her in the eyes before leaning down to try and kiss her on the mouth, but she refused and turned her head.

“Don’t you love your daddy, Nikita?”

“NOO! GET OFF ME!”

“Listen you little bitch! Shut up or I’ll give you something to scream about. You ain’t gonna ever amount to anything anyways so just enjoy this moment!”

He pulled the covers back from the bed and began to remove Nikita’s shirt up her body exposing everything under it. He smiled while licking his lips with the porno still playing in the background. He was acting out each scene from the flick it seemed. He began to remove her panties from her body and at this point Nikita begins to yell at her father. Of course he ignores her and she tries to squirm free from his grasp, but nothing could be done.

Without hesitation he began to kiss all over her body and using his hands to feel around everywhere else as well. He removed his pants and his underwear and climbed on top of Nikita. He smiled down at her while looking at her scared face and her tears falling down her face and listening to her scream for help. But no one was home but them. He removed her panties from her body and decided that he was about to go to work… on his own nine year old daughter.

Then… it happened.

Her father had taken advantage of his daughter and raped her. Her screams were loud and glass shattering that even people outside on the street could hear it. You can hear the conversation from others, and with the neighborhood she was in. Everyone was nosy and knew something wasn’t right. At the moment all you hear is a thud, like the front door had been kicked in. Her father was oblivious to the sound because he was too busy almost killing his child and as she continued to scream even louder the door to her parents room finally opened. Her three older brothers were there to save the day. With their mother right behind them. Her father startled jumps up off of Nikita naked and all. Nikita’s mother rushed in crying herself grabbing her child from the bed with the sheets filled with blood and Nikita shaking and crying and hurting. She ran out to try and get her to the hospital as fast as she could.

Present Day
“Yo, wassup bae? You gucci?” Darius asked, walking up to his lady giving her a kiss on the forehead.

“I’m okay boo.”

“You ain’t. Wassup witchu? Talk to me. Have anything to do wit you screamin and cryin the other night?”

“Everyday. Everyday issa battle. I can’t ever shake that feelin of what happened to me. I could not be here right now if it won’t for my brothers.”

“I know. But you is here. Wit me.”

“Look how long that even took though. My own father tried to hurt me.”

“And you know where he at now?”

“I know. I know. He layin in a home with no recollection of who he is or anything and paralyzed. My brothers did a number on him. They almost took his life. That’s the reason Trey gon now. That attempted murder is what the final straw was.”

“That was justified tho bae. You can’t count that.”

“Yea, but the man, my father got to pretty much walk off scott free. I’ve neva been the same since Darius. Things like that don’t just go away. They stay in your memory. They last witchu foreva. And some of the things he said. I’m nothin. I won’t supposed to be here. I’m a accident. Like as a kid, you hear that, and you wonder… what is my purpose?”

“Bae, stop all that. Aight? You know what you were put on this Earth to do. Stop playin.”

“Playin? Who’s playin? My life was almost taken away. This second chance might be a blessin but not without the scars that come wit it. My oldest brother still got 33 damn years left because of that mother fucker! Who don’t even remember shit about it!! He can’t remember shit! Trey took the rap while he let Malik and Dashawn run off to not be in trouble so they could stay and help me and ma. I can’t even forgive the poor fuckin’ bastard.”

“Maybe you should. Might stop all those nightmares if you make peace.”

“Nah, fuck all that. I don’t need to make peace. I did just fine after all that and even after the issues wit ma. I fought harder to show them that anything is possible. Nikita LaShae Davis is that bitch!”

“Don’t convince me of that. Go and convince the world of that bae.”

Darius was right. He was right about everything even all the way down to the forgiveness part for her father. Sometimes when your nightmares become reality it is more of a conscience thing. Something that bellows in the back of the mind until you cleanse your soul. That wasn’t important though. Dulce was important. Her Goddess Championship was important. Nikita had to get her mind focused on that despite her troubled water past. The past is the past for a reason.

Time to start a motherfuckin’ new.

* * *

“Dulce Torres. Gurl, what can I say. I’m flattered you chose to pick me outta everybody else to face you for that Goddess Championship. All I’ma say is that you only got a few moe days left wit it. That thang been lookin mighty damn dull since you done had it. Maybe it’s cuz you don’t have the style nor the finesse to hold somethin like that so prestigious. You feel like you fit the mold and that you the cream of the crop. But babygurl honestly just from watchin you the other week in the ring on Odyssey, you just a place holda.”

“All yo other competitors ain’t like me. I fight hard for what is mine and what I want. I love the fact you think you chose me because you see my true potential. I get it, I like that. But sum in the back of my mind tell me on the otha side of the script, you chose me cuz you think you can get the edge on me and put me down as another in yo victim column. You just wanted to fluff it up and play nice for the world. But bein from the streets and learnin things the hard way, I peep shit like that. So while you playin that roll, don’t play yoself in the process.”

“I gots no problems earnin mines. But since I was handpicked that mean I gotta step it up just that bit moe. I came in to be impressive enough that even whether you scouted me or not, I woulda got my shine. But hey let’s go head and call a spade a spade. You one of the top stars and I’ma future top star. Potential all in my sights to continue to rise, but where you go from here when I beat you huh? I know you a badass and you tough, but you don’t know me babygurl. I’m comin to show up and show out.”

“The Iron Diamond can’t be broken and taken down for no one, no matter how hard you try. I’ve been called every name in the book and always said my black ass would neva amount to nothin. Just be ghetto trash all my life. I belong in the jailhouse or six feet under. It’s hatas like that, that’s gon keep me motivated and fight harder. You know what it be like to constantly be ridiculed all yo life and judged because you don’t fit the mold of the ones around you. You just be a stereotype? You probably don’t but I’ve fought all my life and I won’t let you or nobody stop me from makin my name name known. I will stand proud and be fond of who the hell I be. And at the end of the day I will be able to look myself in the mirror and say, I’m dat bitch. I made it. I did, that. And what I’m gon do Dulce for you is take yo Goddess Championship and make it all mine. Smile now, but cry lata, cuz I’m dat bitch you gon lose to. Mark my words Dulce. You thought you were doin yo girl a favor by callin me out to give a chance, but what you did was hurt yoself when I knock that pride down just a bit. Pretendin to be humble ain’t a trick, it gotta be a lifestyle. I got nothin to hide. I’m all real, all the time. Can you say da same… champ? Pluto’s Gate… it’s gon be all about Nikita LaShae.”

Later in the day; Nursing Home
It’s never too hard to be able to let go of the past. Especially one that you regret or have so much heartache that is attached to it. But as stated to cleanse the soul, you have to let go. This was that moment.

“Bae, you got this. You gotta look at it this way. You already won the battle. Now win the war.”

Nikita with a little bit of watery eyes turns to her boyfriend and nods her head trying to hold back her lip quiver. She leans in to give him a soft but small kiss on the lips before turning away from him to walk into the nursery home. She signs in and ask to be pointed in the direction of James Davis. The receptionist actually points to a man sitting in a wheelchair staring out the window with a blank stare in the corner. Nikita froze for a second as she turned and spotted him. Taking a few moments to herself to get her thoughts together she shook off the jitters, inhaled and exhaled and took her steps toward him. She walked up standing behind him as he slowly turned his head to see her there.

“Hi, Dad.”

Look at the state of Odyssey and tell me my rightful place is not at the top. Our show is in complete chaos. The women here war with each other, not to see who is the best...but to see who their new boss will be. Hasbeens like Megan Harper, outsiders like Stephanie Matsuda, wastes of talent like the Dollhouse, whatever the hell Savannah Sunshine has become. Dulce is a fierce warrior and a worthy champion, but she has a soft heart. All the women who have flocked to OWA, the Nikitas, the Ronnies of the world, they are not ready. I will barely waste a breath on the likes of Rochelle and Serenity. And then there’s the one-armed Boxer…

All that really leaves is me and the champion, Azumi Goto. Fitting it is like that...because that’s exactly how I planned for it to be. You see, I didn’t care when I was passed over for a title match because the powers that be decided to bring in one of your old “buddies” to have a match with. I was hardly concerned that I lost out on the Clash of the Goddesses to Natalie Cage. Speaking of Natalie, you two have become quite chummy of late! Bumping fists, calling yourselves an all-star team. Are you stupid? You were watching the video yourself of her hitting you in the back of the head with the OWA Women’s World Championship belt. You have heard from her own mouth that she has no honor, no dignity, no respect for this sport, the ring. All she does is lie and deceive and betray! And you want to trust her with being your finest opponent? You want to walk onto the biggest stage we have and compete with filth like that for the most coveted prize we have?

I’m repulsed. Still, I am thankful for you agreeing to this match. My months of planning wouldn’t have paid off if you weren’t so honorable and didn’t have such an enormous ego. Thank you.

You have been a wonderful pawn to play in my ultimate plan. I don’t know if people remember what I said a few months ago, after Natalie betrayed me. My plan was to not end her career: it was to make her suffer. It was to TAKE things away from her that she coveted dearly. I was going to revel in the spotlight she craved, soak in all the adoring cheers of the crowds she’s decided to pander to with her pathetic behavior. I was going to take the OWA Women’s Championship before she got her hands on it and beat her to retain it. I planned to be so dominant a champion, so vicious an opponent that Natalie would have no choice but to quit in defeat or become an even bigger caricature of what she once was.

And here I stand on the precipice of completing that plan, despite all the ridicule and fake sympathy that you, Natalie, the fans and all of OWA have given me. All I have to do is beat you, a pretender holding the championship. You have beaten me once before, but what has been happening to you lately when we cross paths, Azumi? You’ve been having quite the struggle. Sure, you managed to retain your Queen of the Ring against me. But who has been getting stronger this entire time? Who has lived in your mind rent-free for weeks on end? Who has brought back to you one of the darkest chapters of your past? I have. And with the woman that you turned your back on foolishly watching in my corner, I’m going to dissect you like the little frog that you are. You know that your reign is in the highest of jeopardy it could possibly be in. You know in your heart that you aren’t focused enough to be the OWA Women’s Champion. I mean, look at you, crying like a child because someone who did everything they could once upon a time to kill you was beaten unconscious by myself and Eris. You should be kissing the ground I walk on in gratitude. Everyone knows that even if you were to beat me, which I can assure you that you will not, you are just the bridesmaid to what is meant to be her coronation at Final Destination. You are just a placeholder, a temporary blip on the radar. Nothing more. Yeah, you beat April Song to win the belt. Big deal, she doesn’t even wrestle here. Hell, I don’t ever hear of her wrestling at all these days. Is that the big win you want to hang your hat on? Is that what makes the world think that you’re worthy?

YOU. ARE. A. FRAUD. And I’m going to prove it. Efficiently. Violently. Mercilessly.

I don’t really have much else to say to you, Azumi. But I know someone who does.

How did it feel, Azumi-chan? Watching helplessly as my new protege and Eris destroyed your new friend? Did it awaken some emotions in you? Did it make you feel helpless after I cuffed you to the ring post? Good. Now you get to feel just a little taste of what I felt after you abandoned me. You got to feel just a taste of the despair and anguish of someone you thought would be there for you not coming through. I taught you a lot about being in America, hmm? What did you learn?

WHAT DID YOU LEARN?

WHAT DID YOU FUCKING LEARN FROM ME!?

It certainly wasn’t how to be a loyal friend, apparently. It certainly was not how to be an honorable woman. No. You’re neither of those things, Azumi. I always knew that this moment would come, when you would have to pay for your sins. Do you know how much rehab I went through to even be walking right now? DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE FOR A DOCTOR TO END YOUR CAREER WITH A STROKE OF THE PEN AND MUMBLED WORDS OF EMPTY ENCOURAGEMENT!?

I SHOULD BE STANDING WHERE YOU ARE! I SHOULD BE THE WORLD’S CHAMPION! BUT I CAN’T, AND A GOOD GODDAMN CHUNK OF IT IS BECAUSE YOU NEARLY CRIPPLED ME!

You have regrets about what you did? You feel sad? Good. But apologies and remorse won’t give me back my good neck, will it? They won’t bring back my medical clearance, they won’t bring back the warm, kind feelings I used to have for you. I used to look at you as a sister, not just a tag partner or someone I mentored or a friend. I loved you.

Now?

My heart is filled with hate. And I hate you most of all.

In just a few days, I’m going to be ringside at Pluto’s Gate as Diantha takes from you what you worked so hard and so long to hold. I’m going to relish in every blow, every squeal of pain I hear in your otherwise grating voice. I will take immense satisfaction in watching you finally suffer duly for your sins. You will be exposed, you will be defeated, and you will dream of embracing death before Diantha’s finished with you. She knows all the little spots that hurt on your body; she knows all of your shortcomings inside the squared circle. She was a tough fight for you to handle before, but now...she’s going to be unstoppable.

When the confetti rains down and you look back into the ring and watch us celebrate, maybe you will feel the smallest of inklings of what I’ve felt for years. Always in someone else’s shadow. Always overlooked. Always coming up short. The only regret that I have in life is I’m not going to be the one personally putting the boots to you. Shinsei Domei is dead, Azumi. And very soon, you will be too. By the by, do my protege, Natalie and everyone else in OWA a favor and stop being such a pretentious twat. You don’t care if Diantha learns anything. The only thing you care about is yourself.

It seems like there is a bit of a misunderstanding between us about what this is. You apparently think this is a learning opportunity for me and some bizarre method for you to teach me a life lesson. Let me tell you something: I had my entire family turn their back on me, including my moronic brother who is somehow holding a title in this very same federation right now. I went to Mexico to train and built rings and shuttled groceries and dry cleaning back and forth just to have something to eat and a place to stay. I went to Paris and Tokyo on my own dime, barely eating, scraping out an existence to learn this craft. I don’t need a goddamn thing from you, other than the championship belt that you’re holding. Once that belt is mine, I will have no use for you other than occasionally beating you up now and again for Erica’s amusement.

And Natalie....how is the arm? Better yet, how is the face? Perhaps now you will have proper respect from me when standing across from me. In less than three weeks, Erica Ford has done more for me as my second than you did mentoring me in Wolvesden. She has shown me that walking away from Kenny and your psychopath brother was one of the best decisions I could have made in life. I really hope that you beat Eris. That is not a slight to her talent, she’s quite gifted. But I WANT it to be you. Once I’m done dismantling Azumi, I want to stand across the ring from you at Final Destination, broken arm or not, and do exactly what I promised you long ago that I would:

Rule the OWA Goddesses with an Iron fist...and make your life and the life of anyone foolish to align with you absolute hell on earth.

I hope you enjoyed the quality time with your new best buddy Azumi, Natalie. I assure you it will be the last you get to spend with her for a long, long time.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) March 13th 2019, 11:09 pm by **Zumi**

Pluto's Gate #1

“It seems like whenever I jump forward towards my future, something from my past always likes to intervene. When I was ready to become Women’s World Champion, Samantha Garza brings out April Song. That was one obstacle but this right here, it seems like more of a haunting nightmare.”

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I truly don’t where to begin with this, maybe something that I’ve been wanting to say for a long while.

Erica… I’m sorry. I really am, for everything I did. Honestly, you have all the right to be furious and have this thirst for revenge. I took away something that was precious to you, if you choose to never forgive me, I can understand that. To be honest, you were the last person I wanted to see on the opposite side of my reign as champion. Right now, I’m not gonna talk to you as that confident Women’s Champion that people see me as but rather someone more down to earth, Erica. You are someone I still think of as a friend, realizing everything I did back then and the one thing I definitely know I can’t be forgiven for was effectively ending your career. To look back at what I did in my past isn’t something I want to do. It isn’t the right way to move forward but it seems like Diantha bringing you back into my life is gonna make me do so. For the past year, ever since the start of 2018, I’ve turned a new leaf. Remembering every lesson, everything you, Manami and others have taught me. My responsibilities grew, I went from an impatient, young girl to someone people can look up to. This is my growth right in front of you, Erica. That impulsive tag partner you had is now different, she’s grown up after seeing the world around her crumble. Even after everything I did to you, I couldn’t reach the level that I was hunting for. It took an entire reset, a good long look in the mirror to realize what I had done. I broke up something that I used to hold dear, our tag team. Unfortunately, I have to cut your eventual revenge short old friend, this title is too precious for me to lose now. I’m on the mission to create the perfect world. You can be Diantha’s corner but it won’t stop me from losing this championship.

Speaking of Diantha. How are you doing Kiddo? I must say bring Erica back into my life was a good tactic. Kudos to you, but the question now for you is if that is enough to beat me. The answer may surprise you but maybe. Erica Ford is that secret weapon you needed but right in front of you is someone who won’t falter. You’re facing The Ace, so you’re gonna need even more than what you think you have. See Diantha, you’ve got everything needed to be a superstar but yet you lack something important. You lack that battle-hardened experience, I won’t you that you have no chance against me, kiddo but you’ve got much more to learn. I told this to you three weeks ago but when you lose this bout, I want you to look at yourself in the mirror and see what the problem really on why you lost. This isn’t a good path, Diantha I know it from personal experience. You have all the tools, the drive, and the hunger to succeed but what you lack is the path you walk on.

See Kiddo, you’re not facing Dulce Torres for the Goddess Championship. This isn’t a Queen Of The Ring match or even the Clash Of The Goddess. You will have to step face to face and one-on-one with me for the biggest prize we have here on Odyssey. The peak of someone’s climb to the top on this brand is when they carry this belt! The moment I won this, it became my responsibility to lead Odyssey from the Era of TyAnna Jupiter to the current one. I’m not the Women’s World Champion but The Ace of not just this brand but all of Women’s Wrestling. We’ve faced twice before in singles competition, each time you brought something different. In the first match, you were a young upstart searching for your first win and I won because of your lack of experience. I told that time that you had all the tools to be successful, that you reminded me a bit of myself. A young girl with all the ambition to be the best. You then came for my Queen Of The Ring and yet you still reminded me a bit of myself but the part of me I hate the most. That bitter woman, who was fine on using others as a stepping stone to get to the top. Now you’ve got one more chance at beating me, Kiddo. Think of this as the ultimate test, I still believe that you can be leading this brand for years to come after my time in this business is over but you need to steer towards the right path. If you can separate from what is right and what is wrong then you’ve got nowhere else to go.

I’ve treated you like how I treat the young girls at the JET dojo, I try to act like a responsible older sibling for them but those girls haven’t seen the cruel world like you and I have. Since you won’t listen to the lessons I have for you, I’m gonna need to beat you and let you learn them the hard. Let the concept of being at the bottom, helpless and without a direction to go, be the reason why you learn that being bitter and hateful isn’t the way to reach the top. Diantha, I want the world of Women’s Wrestling to reach new heights, so think of this as something I’m doing for your own good. Sometimes lessons need to be learned the hard way.

And Erica, I know you probably don't like this idea but if you ever want to have a Shinsei Domei reunion tour. I'm always here.

Divine Retribution #2

“The Hero is Triumphant”

June, 2014.

Osaka, Japan.

Hana Sake Bar.

(Kevin Maverick and close friend Stephanie Matsuda are sharing a bottle. It’s been several months since Revolution Arts Wrestling closed down. A couple of investors have been trying to revive the promotion, but to no avail. Matsuda is a month into her reign as JET World Champion, while Maverick was the final RAW Junior Heavyweight Champion before its doors closed. While Matsuda casually pours their drinks, Kevin stares longingly out of the window.)

Kevin Maverick: It’s really over. Just when I won the junior heavyweight title, RAW closes down. The investors say they’re doing their best for a future revival...but I don’t know, Steph.

Stephanie Matsuda: To be honest, titles come and go.

Kevin Maverick: Hmph, says you.

Stephanie Matsuda: (laughs) I’m serious. Titles...accolades...they’re something to look back on. Once you’ve done it all, then you can look back and be like “I did it. I had a career I can be proud of.” Your story is just beginning, Kevin. So is mine.

Kevin Maverick: here’s to a long reign, “Cloud” Matsuda.

(Maverick raises his glass. Matsuda raises hers as well.)

Stephanie Matsuda: Here, here.

*clink*

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You’re right. Math was never my thing.

(The camera opens to Kevin Maverick standing inside of a high school art class with his arms folded.)

I was always talented at art. Like for instance...the art of kicking your ass, Kurobane. Discovering a style that works is like unlocking a piece of yourself that you’ve never known. That style becomes an extension of yourself - an expression you can share with the world. Lucha libre, catch-as-catch can, strong style, hardcore, mat wrestling...these and many more are seen throughout the New York wrestling scene. It all comes together and it is molded as an imaginative, cohesive style where anything is possible. You achieve a state where you’re only limited by your imagination...and your desire. If there’s anything I underestimated OWA about, it was the desire of its combatants. You all have so much of it! Aria Jaxon wins the MEN’S Clash of the Champions so of course she doesn’t want to lose to a newbie like me! Keelan Callihan comes back after awakening from his eternal slumber and he would rather cut off his own hand than to lose to me. It was his debut match after all, right? After being a ghost for several months! I get it - they couldn’t lose to someone like me, someone new to the OWA scene.

But I’m not a newbie. I’ve been in this business for a while, fam. I’ve been slaving myself on the indies, killing myself in Japan, hustling and grinding in England!. I’ve flown around the rings of Mexico, main evented South African shows, and made wrestling a serious sport to the eyes of skeptical Chinese combat enthusiasts! Did you know the Chinese thought wrestling was fake, Layne? Did you know that they didn’t think our blood, sweat, and tears didn’t mean a damn thing!? Well, me and my opponent changed that perspective Layne - bleeding all over the ring as while putting on the fight of our lives! Taking things beyond our limit...going as far as our imagination allows! I get it - as a mathematical technician, you approach things with precision and logic. As for me...my imagination allows me to shape things to my liking. So you was right about the execution Detective Kurobane, but not the source. History is not my tool, it’s the art of wrestling. You talk about ‘people like me’ as if you’ve known me your whole life Kurobane. You seem confident about knowing the kind of man I am; what my beliefs are, and what I stand for. You know what? I’ll bite, detective. Let’s say you do know me like the back of your hand.

But I know you just as well.

When I look at you I see someone who thinks he knows the game better than anyone. The goodie two-shoes student sitting in the second row of the classroom because sitting in the front would make you seem like too much of a kissass, and sitting in the third row would give you away, as if you over thought it - which you have. And when kids like me make a joke in the back, a grin strategically creeps up on the side of your face; a small gesture to let the other kids think you’re not a prude, but yet in the back of your mind you’re laughing at everyone on the inside. But that laughter Kurobane? It’s a defense mechanism. Just like this ‘I don’t need the world championship’ rhetoric you’re telling yourself. To escape the despair of not being good enough, you built a wall of complacency around yourself. You tell yourself ‘hey Layne it’s okay that the company looks over me and my title, it’s alright to not be the face of the company.’ All you have to do is smile like Arthur walking down the street and everyone that you meet has an original point of view...and you’re like- HEY! It’s a wonderful kind of day because I’M OWA SPARTAN CHAMPION!

You are OWA Spartan Champion Kurobane. Your strong feelings about your months-long reign is validated. In fact, those feelings is what gives that title value. I recognize that value! Who know who else recognize that value? Vernon Tressler. Bob Taylor. The OWA Board. Your pride, your blood and sweat is soaked into the leather of that belt. That value? It’s worth something. In factm, it’s the thing that will make Allesandro turn his head and realize that he and I have unfinished business. You’re my trophy wife Kurobane - you’re the thing my toxic masculinity wants to claim to soothe my fragile male ego. How does it feel to be treated like an object? Because that’s what you are to me Layne - a commodity meant to be traded. Wrestling isn’t a place for politics, and I apologize to those I’ve offended, but I needed to highlight the severity of this situation. You claim you want me to be as every good as I think I, but that’s the thing.

You can’t even begin to imagine how talented I am.

Remember that thing about art? You have the logic Kurobane, but you LACK the creativity. That is why i covet the cruiserweight title so much. Because the style has innovated the way people watch pro wrestling! That belt - like me - is new to the OWA scene, but it has so much potential.

(Kevin pauses for a moment.)

WE have so much potential. Together that belt and I will go on a roaring rampage of retribution against everyone who gave me an L so far! And you know who will be along for the ride? Your precious Spartan Championship. Because as much as you think you have me figured your, your bro logic and so-called iron will can’t even compare to my imagination. And Layne? That’s only one aspect of my personality. There’s also my desire, which you can’t see if you can’t calculate the size of my imagination...because honey? I’ll let you in on a little secret. My desire...is immeasurable. Because I’ll let you in on the truth Layne Kurobane aka The Man Who Has Maverick Figured Out. This OWA Cruiserweight Championship I keep talking about? It too is a ticket to something greater…

The OWA World Championship.

The belt that’s quite possibly the most valuable thing in our business. Why? Because it’s first champion has never dropped it to anybody. It was vacated by a man who was the epitome of that technical style you’re so proud of. I from the moment I gave Oasis my third Rotation Kick, I knew that man was a false idol, a fake champion. Somehow that raises the value of that belt, more than the value of your Spartan belt, more than the value of my long lost Cruiserweight title. The OWA World Championship is like the Nasim Pedrad of wrestling - beautiful, talented, and quite single. A jewel meant to be held, protected, and worshiped. You say you’re the best, but you’re not. You know who’s the best? Finnegan fucking Wakefield, the undefeated world champion. I’ve held junior heavyweight and cruiserweight titles before Kurobane - been there, done that. But, there’s no way I’ll sit on top of the throne without establishing myself as the King of the Cruiserweights first. There’s multiple lands to be conquered in the wrestling Westeros of ours, so before I take the Iron Throne...I need to take the North. But enough with the nerdom. As time passes, my spotlight grows. It won’t be long until I’m beaming with the full power of the sun behind him. I have a god given gift so it makes sense I’m loved by the gods themselves. You’re loved too Layne - just not in the way I am. So you can have your numbers and percentages. I’ll be in my studio - the OWA ring - crafting a masterpiece the world has yet to see. Because as much as we like to make it out to be, at the end of the day, it’s a show, and I’m its Greatest Showman.

(Kevin Maverick puts on his signature shades)

If you like being wrong, then get ready to flop your test and get held back. Because “No Child Behind” doesn’t exist in OWA. You either stand tall or fall on your ass. When I take your trinket from you, I won’t be rewriting history. I’ll be defining it. Because here’s some more truth - you’re a damn good wrestler Kurobane. You have the potential to be one of the best to do it. Like you, I don’t want to see you fall into the void of obscurity. But, your eventual victory won’t be at my expense. Divine Retribution will come and go and I’ll continue my quest to obtaining my birthright, the keys to the Kingdom. After I defeat the false god, I’ll dethrone the false king and reign as a shining example of an artist unchained, a true King of Cruiserweight Strong Style. No darkness can hold me for my imagination can light any city, power any nation. You speak of history and it makes me think about how we’re two sides of the same coin. Two Heroes of Time trying to change the world. What separates us is our chosen path. You chose the wrong path…

(Maverick raises his arms, outstretched)

While I’m the triumphant hero.

Donny Dragon: Gimme the Keys Part Deux!

Word Count: 1000

Donny is in the Ground Zero gym, throwing hard kicks at the heavy bag, his leg seems to be completely better. James Anderson is on the other side of the room, practising wrestling drills on a dummy.

“Hit em harder, Donny!”

Donny throws a kick so hard that the heavy bag flies off of its chain and hits the wall.

“Remind me not to piss you off, boy!”

Ha! Piss ME off? Come on, man, you’re my brother!

James finishes his drills and takes a swig of water, before fist bumping Donny.

“I’m hittin’ the showers, don’t overtrain, bro.”

Donny picks up the heavy bag and hangs it back up, he throws another kick, before cracking a smile and locking eyes with the camera.

It’s so close, I can taste it. My big time win on the big show. Keys to the Kingdom, baby! I’m gonna kick the asses of five other dewds and make myself famous. I’ve always been told to be punctual. Discipline is the name of the game, so that’s why I put my opinions out there first. Eagerly, I waited, wanting to see just what my opponents for Divine Retribution had to say. Gotta admit…nooooot too impressed, guys. Adele, what happened, man? You said sweet nothing about me! Did I knee you so hard in the face that you forgot who I was? Probably, I do hit pretty damn hard. You see what I did to that heavy bag? I mean, you’re kinda like a heavy bag, I guess; big, solid, not very mobile, boring, rubber, filled with padding, Everlast branded…where was I?

Oh yeah, Keys to the Kingdom! I mean, I’ve said my piece on the match itself it’s mine to win, and you guys have proved to me why I’m right in believing that. Where do I even start? Uhh, Reg, let’s start with you! Just about what I expected: goddamn nonsense. You talk about how far you’ve come, how you beat Jon on your second try. The fact it even took you two tries is a damn miracle. I’d have beat him with my eyes closed if given the chance. You wanna talk about GZ? You wanna say that I’m half the man Nate is? Nate kicked your ass, I ain’t give a shit what you think. How about I tie you up like a damn pretzel and send you into such a poor mental state that they put you back in the loony bin? I’m here to hurt people and you’re my top priority right now. I saw what you had to offer Nate and it wasn’t much. You fucking suck, dude, plain and simple.

Alex Scott? ALEX SCOTT?! I…yeah, I got nothing. Everyone else in this match has pretty much said everything that needs to be said about you. You’re a rookie in a world of giants. Yes, I do think you suck because you’ve lost your first two matches. No, I don’t think that you’ve got untapped potential. I think I’m gonna snap your arm off, listen to you scream, and then you’ll never show your face here again. Don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out.

Hans? You’re coming for me, I get it. Sorry I pissed you off, but I did what I had to. I look forward to us kicking the crap out of each other again, because I know that I’m gonna come out on top. This ain’t no amateur wrestling match, my guy, this is six dudes throwing fists and you don’t have a damn chance. You can’t pin me for points and you can’t take a breather between rounds. If I want to, I can grab a chair and just beat you down with it. Take you to town until your neck’s rebroken. I’m done with the niceties. Sometimes, life sucks and you can’t get what you want. If you got those keys for whatever reason, I’d only win em off you anyway. I actually respect you less than I once did. Fuck you, piece of shit. You wanna talk about broken friendships? Only thing that’ll be broken is you, dickhead.

Jeff? JEFF?! Aight, your state got turned into an aquarium, boo fucking hoo. How much salt water did you swallow to get so light headed? Man, just because your favourite bar got destroyed, doesn’t mean you have to take it out on me. Yeah, I have won a couple of matches, what have you won? The love of some homeless dudes who lost their condo? Only reason you’re on this card is because it’s your home state and they needed somebody to get a pity pop, don’t go thinking otherwise. You can stand back and try to let Hans come at me if you want, what are you gonna do when I’m done with him? You gonna try and catch me with that drunken master style, Cackie Chan? Gimme a goddamn break. Better yet, gimme Jeff X on a silver platter so I can punch him in the gut so hard that suds fly out of his mouth. Hope they pay your wages in Bud Light so you can drink away the sorrows of failure.

Fuck all five of you dudes. I’m done talking, I’m done playing games. I’ve said my piece twice over and I’m sick of seeing you guys talk. I’m the only one that can shut you up and become Kingdom’s next top player. Ground Zero is about to rule 2019 and if you ain’t with us, best believe you’re against us. You know what? All of you just don’t bother showing up so I win via forfeit and save you all the trouble of watching me give you an ass whooping. You’re about to witness the true wrath of the Dragon.

“Very…passionate, Donny.”

Jesus! You scared me! I forgot you were there!

Donny goes back to throwing kicks and jabs at the heavy bag, wearing an arrogant, smug smile on his face as he does it.

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I’m annoyed.

I suppose that’s the simplest way to put it. I’ve been annoyed since the week after the Clash of The Titans. Ever since I won the OWA World Championship and got to celebrate my triumph I’ve been plagued by this feeling. Constantly nagging me, eating away at me, looming over me any time I try and live my life. This annoyance just won’t go away and you want to know the source of it? Do you want to know why my mood has been so sour despite having these ten pounds of gold draped over my shoulder? Do you want to know why I have dreaded having to show up to the OWA Arena every Sunday for the past month? Do you want to know I’ve barely been able to enjoy the single GREATEST moment in my career? Blame it all on one man. One motherfucker in particular…Moongoose McQueen. God damn, just saying his name puts a bad taste in his mouth. The man has been a pain in my ass for months now but it truly came to a head recently. Before it was simply goofy antics like pestering me at my headquarters and taking credit in tag team matches -- since then things have been taken to a whole at new level. His dirty tactics know no bounds. Causing chaos at my championship celebration? Making a scene in front of my wife trying to threaten me!? I ought to have wrung your neck right there and then. You tried to make a power play, you tried to disrespect me and worst of all you tried to embarrass me!

I know you’d like to play it off as otherwise but when you did what you did you hoped to make a mockery of me and my career with that little stunt. You knew exactly what that closing speech meant. After two years of working hard to get back to where I was I finally had a chance to sit back, relax and take in my success. Forget about redemption, this was the genesis of something far more special than anything I’ve ever done. When I first won a world title it was always tainted by the fact there was interference involved. I beat the legend himself Brian Daniels, a man heralded as the best world champion that ever lived and ended his historic reign but all that was remembered from that night were my friends running into the ring on my behalf. Forget about the young man who manifested everything he said would happen for himself up to that point, forget about how much he deserved that strap anyway, it was all irrelevant because of help I never needed in the first place and help I regret ever being affiliated with. Every night I came out with that belt I had people calling for my head and acting as if my victory were invalid. For the entirety of my run at the top there was always an asterisk beside it: cheater, liar, fraud. I was a paper champion to many due to how I won it. Despite my name being placed in the marquee I’ve always been looked at differently with my past title run being used as a way to separate me from the rest. This title right here changed that though. This time when I became champion I did it with no help needed. It was straight up. One, two, three. shoulders flat on the mat. Clean as a whistle. A decisive victory. After all of the debate I was finally the UNDISPUTED World Champion in my class. The culmination of a decade long odyssey took place at The Clash and the following Kingdom was meant to acknowledge that. I had one night where I could not only indulge in a victory lap but set a standard for how my reign is going to go down and you stepped all over that moment. You made it known that my journey didn’t matter to you. That your attention seeking ways were far more important. Once again my hard work became irrelevant and was associated with another egotistical man wanting to leech off of me.

It gets my blood boiling thinking about it. And then I think about the very next week and I damn near turn red. I pull up to the arena wanting to forget about it all and end up being greeted by you destroying MY locker room! The private locker room that took years of me building a name to earn. A locker room I dreamed of having when I was a no name in the business living out my car and changing in the hallways, praying for the opportunity to reach that level of stardom. Another representation of my success that you treated like garbage and undermined.

The nail in the coffin for you though was when you set me up in that boiler room. You called me out for a face to face confrontation so we could hash things out and instead of handling the business yourself you walked away and left me for dead to deal with your goon squad. The lights cut off, four people surround me and I don’t even have a chance to fight back. They got me good I’ll tell you what. I can barely remember what happened after Bane’s fist went across my face and my head hit the ground. They saw their opening and they made it count. THEY made it count. You on the other hand proved nothing other than you know how to enlist some good protection. Those guys had nothing to do with the issue you created between us. You want to prove you’re a title contender by having your boys rough me and send me to the hospital? How does that work? What is the reasoning behind any of this for that matter. You’ve stalked me all this time, for what!? All so you can feel like you belong in the big leagues. Pathetic. You’ve been nipping at my heels for months practically begging for me to give you a fight just so I can bring some credibility to your run here in OWA. You know that on your own you aren’t worth a thing so you set out to use me as your resurrection. I can easily see right through your motives but at the same time I can’t help but to play into your hand. You almost ended me with that attack. You jeopardized my reign. And I can’t have someone jeopardize what I hold most dear. You won’t leave me alone until you get the beast? Well you have it. Congratulations, you managed to engineer a World Championship showdown with The Iceman. But do you know what do now that you have it? Are you actually ready? I think not. Honestly, I think you’re shocked you’ve even made it this far into your plan. You have no idea what you’re getting into. Wolvesden, the most calculated, dangerous strategists in professional wrestling had the same exact tactics you employed to break me and even they didn’t account for the lengths I’d go to do them in before they took me out. I don’t play games when my way of life is put into question. When my legacy is at risk of being besmirched. Wolvesden wanted to run me out of OWA. I didn’t even give them the chance. Layne tried to deny me my moment back on top. I forced my way through the door. Now A sniveling weasel who refuses to lift a finger of his own expects to scheme his way past me with my world title, on my very first defense! That is something I can not allow to happen! After years of my hard work going unappreciated, I finally show I’m more than a paper champion…..and it just leads to another paper champion being produced? I paid my debt for the mistakes I made, I won’t be owing this business anything more. I’m giving you everything I have come Divine Retribution, Goose and it’s not going to be pretty. You finally have my undivided attention but soon enough you’ll find out how much of a nightmare that can be. The agony it entails. The broken bones that’ll accumulate. The pleading that will result for it. You’ll be begging for forgiveness when I get my hands on you and raise you up high for that seek and destroy. It’ll be then that you realize you flew too close to the sun. That you aren’t anything special. That you don’t deserve shit. That you’re still the same goofy loser that nobody respects and no amount of new gear or hairstyles will change that. You will find out I’m more than an easy hurdle for you to get by and make a statement. I’m the measuring stick of wrestling for a reason. If you don’t match up, you get cut down and you Moongoose, don’t even come close. I'm sure this move to the main event was a good idea in your head but in actuality it was the worst decision you could have made. You've thrown yourself in with the sharks and made yourself a blinking target with your actions. I wanted to let you live but you just kept pushing it. You've riled me up as much as you can to get me to engage thinking it'll give you the iconic moment you needed to tell the world "look at me, look at the position I have got myself in!" and for a split second your think will be right as it'll look good for you. You'll be in the ring in the main event of a pay-per-view rubbing shoulders with a Hall of Fame talent. Then the bell will ring. And the shark waters you placed yourself in eat you alive.

Relish in your infamy, Moongoose. That is all you’ll have after tomorrow night.

I.

You reek of desperation, Jon McAdams.

Jumping the barricade and attacking me after I’d won my match against Kevin a few weeks back -- you remember what it’s like to win matches, don’t you? -- was one matter. On one hand, I guess I should’ve seen it coming. The backslide you’ve suffered has been one of the more pathetic ones that’s happened in OWA’s young history. You were on the cusp of having it all. Lauded by anyone who’s anyone as the next big thing -- the next OWA World Champion, even. But you had your chance at making your dreams become a reality, and you couldn’t quite put all the pieces together. The important thing to remember is that losses don’t define you. It’s how you react to them that tells the world what they need to know about you, and now, nobody is saying you’re a tough as nails competitor who dug deep and became better in his quest to stand atop the mountain. Nah, you’re a pussy ass waste of a roster space who attacked me from behind because you know there’s no bigger threat than me. It was true when I kicked your teeth down your throat -- with ground-level stakes, I might add -- and it’s still true even when I’m on my back staring up at the rafters while you enjoyed the momentary high that came from your “victory”.

And oh, with the straits you’re in, you gotta take your wins where you can get them nowadays, don’t you?

Failing to win the Clash might’ve been the straw that broke the candle’s back. I know it doesn’t matter to you that I was the last one standing. I just happened to be on the same brand as you, my guard was down, and it was convenient. Part of me was waiting on someone to take aim at me and try to keep me from making it to Final Destination. With you and Vernon, it seems like the stars have aligned for just that. A grown man with a vendetta is a pathetic thing, and that’s what I’m dealing with from him. You can shout to kingdom come about how you never asked for his help, you don’t need him, blah blah blah -- but I don’t see you turning down his handouts, either. You finally got your own dressing room after all this time, and that’s no conincidence. Vernon is doubling down on you, Jon. You tried to take me out of the equation, and he’s been waiting for someone else to take up the cause he’s so passionate about -- breaking Aria Jaxon. But what he doesn’t know is that he’s not up to the task and neither are you. So he can verbally fellate you, sing your praises, fill your head with lies about how great he thinks you are, it doesn’t matter. You’re not special. He’d copy and paste any of that onto any piece of shit who thought it was a good idea to come for my head. You’re not special in more ways than one. You’re a utility man for the GM, and you’re just someone I get to circle back around to and humiliate all over again.

The last time we faced, I was a different woman. I was in the throes of being the most reviled villain in the world. An evil Phantom Queen commanding a squad of merciless killers, who allowed my heart to be blackened for way too long. Back then, when my motives were as poisoned as they’d ever be, when I was as unfocused as possible, you STILL didn’t have the juice to put me away. And here we are now, with Final Destination on the horizon and you’re hellbent on making sure I leave Divine Retribution on a stretcher. If having to watch from backstage while I won the Clash is what lit a fire under your ass, I look forward to personally extinguishing it. You’ve had your chances to reign over this Kingdom we call home, and you weren’t man enough to seize the brass ring on the occasions where it was dangled in front of your face. I don’t care if it makes you or that toddler-shaped abomination we call our boss sick to your stomachs -- I’m GOING to Final Destination and I’m leaving as the OWA World Champion. At this stage in the game, as close as the big show might be, I’m not even worried about putting Scott Oasis on notice. I have a pitstop to make in Charlotte. I’m beginning to doubt that you’ll ever become the Sovereign you’ve always believed yourself to be, and I know for sure that you won’t ascend to that rank at my expense. Before I break the Backbone of Omega, I’m casting aside a counterfeit royal, and it’ll be sweeter for me than you know. The Clash of the Titans was my return to form. Dishing out Divine Retribution, though...well, that’s just par for the course, since you decided to cross the line and set us off on this path in the first place.

Raise your glass, Jon -- and toast to a victory for The Queen.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) March 9th 2019, 11:28 pm by Adelmar Sauer

The acrid scent of barley and hops from the bottle of Warsteiner on the hotel table was beginning to drown out the ringing in Adelmar’s ears. His attention never deviating from the multiple screens on his laptop. Screens playing the promos of his opponents over and over and over. A smile drifting ever so slightly over his face as he reached out, taking a large swig of the drink before setting it down. His eyes drifted to the camera, recording him still. He had taken to having it on at almost all times. Recording every action he had, and every different motion he took. A slip up in his own personal schedule could cost him everything he could hope for. And he had come so close now, in these past few days, so close to being the very person he wanted to be in OWA. And now that he was here, and in a prime spot as well, he wasn’t going to squander it with poor decision making.

His thoughts drifting as he looked at the screens, he took another swig, pausing a few of the videos, as he left one playing. Jeff X. The voice of the irritating one. The...one of the people that had taught him what it took to stand in OWA. His gaze focused on that man. That man that had been such a...twisted thorn in his side when he stepped foot in the ring. The man that had humbled him, but also taught him resolve and determination. He clenched his fist, squeezing the bottle of Warsteiner before nodding his head, his gaze moving back to the camera.

“This is...a good opportunity for me. An opportunity to showcase what I have learned from being here in such a short time. Which...makes me a target. A target that has a very willing attitude to get back into the ring with you, Jeff. see, the last time that we faced off against each other, I allowed my confidence to make me vulnerable. And that confidence cost my match against you, but I will not allow that to happen again, I promise you that. See, I learned something in that match with you Jeff. You are like me in some regards. We allow on our strengths in every match, and when our weaknesses are exploited, we compensate by simply overpowering out of the weaknesses. We fight with every fibre of our being, using the strengths that we have gained to tear through our opponents with ferocity rivaling every warrior in nature. Warriors. That’s something that I see us as Jeff X. My apologies, would you like me to refer to us as Wrestlers, or to speak to you in english. It’s uncomfortable to speak in English, but I can understand if you’d prefer to hear me speak without reading subtitles. So, allow me to talk to you plainly and openly Jeff.

Of all the people in this match that I wish to face off with, and trust me, I desire a battle with all of them, to you I think I have the most to prove. You talk of my relationship with Reginald, and you are right to ponder about it. But, this is not a match where teaming up is forbidden, though teams never last forever. The two of us may work together, and we may kill each other. Regardless of whichever we decide, you need not fear our alliance. After all, you are a fighter, are you not? You are a combatant and you seek to prove that you’re better than us all in the ring, which is why you have set about doing this kind of matchup. Now, of course, you may spin the argument however you want, but none of it will matter. In the end, you are going to be to placed into the same ring as me, and several other wrestlers. Alliances are not what you need to fear. What you need to fear, is the outcome of the matchup. And the outcome, will not be a victory for you. I will make sure of that. From one warrior to another. You will suffer, as I suffered.”

He let out a sigh, pausing the repeating promo of Jeff X before flicking on a different one. That of Reginald. A smile drifted along his face as he leaned back in the chair, a hand running across his head before a rapid shake of his head brought him out of his head. This was an interesting man. Probably the most interesting one to him in this matchup. This was a man that had tested him, in the sense of patience and energy, but not to the point that Donny or Jeff X had. No, Reginald made him think of his purpose here in OWA, and it was only fitting that he took time on him.

“Reginald, you are a man that I respect above everyone else in this matchup. You are the person that brought me out of the...nostalgic jungle that I had trapped myself in, and woke me up to where I was. See, if it were not for you, Reginald, I would probably still be on the downswing, preaching of the old ways with little respect for the new, but you changed that. And I thank you for it. And you see, our talk that day has also brought something else out of me. A renewal of focus and energy for the conquest of this place, as I conquered Germany in their promotions. It’s why I choose to speak to you in my native language, because I know that you will respect it and you will show respect to me as well for what I do. As I respect you. This respect, however, is not exclusive to a victory for you. I will not lay down on my sword to die for your honor, Reginald. A warrior will lay down their arms for another, true, but here in the ring, we are not kin. We are enemies seeking conquest. Seeking victory. And that’s what I seek.

I respect what you have accomplished in the ring. What you are going to accomplish. But that will not come over my back. I am a warrior first. And what that means for you, is that when we fight, that respect will turn into competition. I will not hold back my fists and strikes from you. I remember the reddening of your chest from the knife edge chop I gave to you. I remember the life leaving your eyes from the Powerbomb I delivered to you. I remember it all, Reginald. I’m sure you do as well. The outcome, this Sunday, shall be no different. You will be brought down for my conquest. But do not fear. The respect for you shall never diminish, my friend. Just know this, when we fight, like the warriors we are, we shall make OWA know our names.”

With these words, Adelmar paused the promo of Reginald, flipping to Hans Olsen. The smile that had been present on his face changed instantly, focusing instead with an intensity unlike anything else. His hands clenching again, hard enough to break the bottle of the beer. He jumped slightly, looking down at his bloodied palm before grabbing a towel and wrapping it up as his gaze focused hard on Hans Olsen.

He had never faced off against this man. He had seen his matches, of course, he had always taken time to study his opponents, but Hans Olsen was a man that Adelmar had sought to face off against since the very start. His shoulders rolled back as he clenched his teeth, leaning forward to face the camera once again.

“We have not faced off, Hans Olsen, but you bring up an intriguing point. You are a smaller and more agile fighter, but you have a wrestling background that many others do not. Joint manipulation, body manipulation, weight maneuvering. It’s all there for you, Hans. You have such an interesting ability in this matchup. A fighting style that is difficult to counter as it is based solely around combatting opponents that cannot be brought to the ground. But...this is not a match where that style has an advantage for you, is it? After all, you have to worry about more than me, and you have to make sure you keep your stamina up. A person like me, a powerhouse as I’m referred, may seem like I get winded easily, but I don’t. I have trained myself to have enough stamina to keep going in every match I’m in. Have you, Hans? Could you withstand the continual force of the matches that you wind up in? Would you have the ability to outlast me? Would you have the resolve to outpace me? Would you have the will...to break me down? I’m sure you believe you do, and I would honestly be inclined to agree. But there is never a certainty, is there? After all, one could injure them self...like I have just now.

See, a cut like this on my hand, is a bit disheartening. It means that I have to adapt myself to the possibility that I won’t be able to use this hand as well as I once did. Which, is something I must learn to work with. What happens if you get suplexed on your back, hard enough to jar something? Would your throws have the same force, Hans? What if a chop to your chest knocked enough air out of your lungs that you never regain it again? Where does your skill come into play for something like that Hans? Most of all Hans, how do you prepare for a match, where the possibilities are endless. I’m excited to see what you do, but you will never...ever...outlast me. I promise you, this matchup, you shall see what kind of power I bring to the ring. And I promise you, you will be in awe at what I do. I just ask, that you impress me as well. Make me respect you for your actions in real time, and not by what you can do on tapes.”

With these words he paused Hans video, flicking on Alex’s only too quickly pause that one as well out of annoyance. Alex had only mentioned him once and that was as another name in the pot of wrestlers. Disrespectful. Insolent brat as he was. Adelmar scowled, nursing the cut on his hand before looking out the window once again to look at the city.

“I’m learning so much from being in the ring. And this is an opportunity that I refuse to waste. An opportunity to not only win, but to show what I have learned here in OWA. That is not something that I will take lightly. And this gives me a big chance at something great, something I will never squander. So, all of you, try as you might. I will tear you all apart, and take my place in the food chain of OWA at the peak. That is a promise from me. Fellow warriors...let’s see what you can do.”

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) March 9th 2019, 9:45 pm by Guest

I should thank you, Scott. I should offer you my gratitude. You have saved me the trouble of having to come up with a punishment for Bane’s carelessness and insubordination when you drove him through the middle of the ring. I don’t know where you possessed the power to send a monster to hell, but It has allowed me to conserve my fury for our match at Divine Retribution. And as punishment to Bane, as much as I know how he would love to get his hands on the man that humiliated him, he will suffer knowing he will not be there to witness the moment in which Shin-SEKAI takes the OWA Championship. No, he must pay for his mistake. He must sit in isolation and learn from it. I cannot afford a mistake for this fight. So with that, I will say, Bane will not partake in the destruction of Scott Oasis.

On March 10,2019, history will be made. Divine Retribution, a second coming will take place as Shin-SEKAI, Moongoose McQueen will reclaim a world championship once more. It would be a shame to see the Iceman era come to such an early death, but consider it a mercy killing on behalf of OWA. No, Scott. I am not shaken by your actions from the past two weeks; Thwarting my plans in regards to taking out the likes of Alex Scott or Layne Kurobane. By no means, does this mean you have my number? After all, how many times have I been able to take your OWA Championship and hurl it into air like it’s a children’s play thing. And just when you think that is just Moongoose being Moongoose, there is a catch.

It’s…symbolism of how I feel about your reign as champion. Just seeing your name engraved on that belt is a constant reminder of the current state of OWA. A company that didn’t believe me in, would not enlist me to help fight its war, or would not grant me an opportunity to main event or fight for this title unless I point out how systematically flawed they are. And these days, it almost seems as if it’s Shin-SEKAI vs OWA because I refuse to conform. That OWA cannot accept that I am smarter than it. Better than it. And if anything, I should be the star of the company. You don’t have to accept it. OWA doesn’t have to accept it. But I will be what Scott Oasis can never be, and that is a true leader.

This is not simply a fight over a title. This is a fight over power, and is it wrong of me to believe that someone like Scott should not be trusted with it? The man might make claims that he is the hero. That he stepped in to save Alex Scott or was able to look past his difference with Layne to stop me, the villain. But all he does is prolong suffering, raising hope for Alex, with whom people are saying things such as “keeping up with me” and that he will become something bigger. But who are we kidding? If I was serious, I could had finished that fight in an instance. I am guilty of toying with my enemies, after all, I’ve been doing so with you the past couple of months. But perhaps I’ve dragged it out for far too long. And now, we need to wrap this up. It’s no more fun and games from this point forward. I know what winning the OWA Championship would mean for me.

No, It’s not about being more famous now than I’m already am. It won’t be about getting on all the posters or main eventing at Final Destination. Winning the most coveted title here is going to mean a target on my back. Because just like you have me, Scott, not wanting to see you as the champ, there will be many, including yourself that won’t accept me. Fear that my influence would bring change, making everyone question everything before. Like why has this man not been a prominent force featured in the world title scene for so long, when the reality of the situation is, “they” didn’t want it. “They wouldn’t allow it.” As I speak now, I’m sure many are thinking, Scott Oasis will take out this nuisance and we can go back to pushing the Big Oasis Brand or whatever scheme or agenda they have in mind. But not Moongoose McQueen, because he cannot be controlled. He cannot be governed. He cannot be trusted. He is a threat to everything and everyone.

And who can blame them? I have a reputation of being difficult to work with. I’m aware that I am hated because quite frankly, I’m known for not giving a shit about others. But who can blame me, when I go through this business, this life, treated as if no one gives a shit about me. I too have ambitions. I too have dreams, only to be casted aside for those that simply wish to be the best and nothing more. My goal is simple. I don’t simply want to be the best, I want to bring out the best. It’s laughable that my peers think that I am selfish, yet I might be the most generous of them all. After all, I’ve continuously give and give and give, only to be rejected, left behind, forgotten just so someone like Scott Oasis, who only looks out for himself and is celebrated ….. cheered for.

You’re right. I am a dirt bag. I am a cheat. I am a bully. I’ve every name in the book, but more importantly, I am Moongoose McQueen. A man willing to take on any job to complete his mission. Yeah, it’s not convention of the man that claims to be trying to save OWA to be staging attacks. It’s almost a paradox for a man that wants to save OWA by saying he needs to destroy it. But is that any different from having to save one man from himself? After all, this change, this transformation of who I am today, was only possible by killing any resemblances of humanity I still had. That lie that told me it was enough to just see the fans smiles and cheer. The propaganda that it was only fair to share and let others have their moment. The story for which popularity is more valued than talent and ability. I was a fool, honing the wrong craft. Sacrificing my own true potential so that others can thrive. But what has being selfless gotten for me other than being constantly doubted and disrespected, and at Divine Retribution, I intend to make everyone a believer.

Scott, I will take everything from you. Your title. Your livelihood. Your position. It will all be mine, and I can assure you, it won’t be wasted. Something great will come out of your reign. The end of it. The statement I intend to make at Divine Retribution that it’s never too late to correct your mistakes. It’s never too late to take back what was once yours. It’s never too late to change the world. Your championship win was a mistake, but I will use it to usher in a new beginning. This is the end of the line. It’s time for me to show the world how weak you are and expose you as the fraud you are. You never should had been placed in that match at Clash of the Titans. It never should had been you that I would have to challenge for it in order to make my way into Final Destination. It never should had been you, and I will prove that in your first … and only title defense.

I hope you enjoyed yourself this past month. I hope you had your fill of praise and attention. I hope that you are sick and tired of it all, because it will make it a lot less painful when relieve you of your championship. Your reign is over! Done! Gone with the winds of change! Open your eyes! I want you to witness it. I need you to give your best, just strong enough to live on and tell the next idiot that choose to oppose me about what I can do. If you really thought the last couple months was my best, then Scott Oasis… you ain’t seen nothing yet. We haven’t even begun to scratch the surface of what I can and will do to you, and this Sunday, you will face the full force of my power. No longer a threat, but your ultimate demise. …… Kutabare!

If you’re going through hell, keep going. This is what I was told when I was just a newbie in this industry. All those years ago, fighting to try and keep my head above water. Struggling just to try to make ends meet. I’ve ran into so many obstacles and so many roadblocks over the years that I’ve lost count. I’ve had setbacks and misfortunes but I’ve never let it phase me. I try not to listen to them but I feel like there are those out there that believe that I should have stayed retired. There are those that feel like this next run of mine is going to flop. In my second match back, I had the chance to become the OWA Spartan Champion, but I fell short. Seems like the constant task of attempting to strap gold around my waist has remained the same.

However, winning championships is beyond me at this point. I don’t need a title around my waist to prove my worth. I’m bigger than belts. I’m bigger than most of the talent on this roster; hell... in this fucking industry.

I’m the most legit.

But who is Nathan Fiora?

He’s just some guy that went from being a decorated champion in this business to… some dude who bothers people with his below-average guitar playing. If Nathan Fiora is truly back, then I’m disappointed. Embarrassed, really. This is the Nathan Fiora I am expecting come Divine Retribution? Nate, what the fuck happened to you? How did you fall so low into obscurity? You’re a guy who I had one hell of a match with two and a half years ago in a face-off that I will always remember for the rest of my life. That Nathan Fiora brought the best out of me that night. The Nathan Fiora I will meet this weekend though? You’re not even worth a second thought. Especially when you show up for a month and go away for six. Just imagine going from being a former hardcore champion to a legitimate threat in a new breed division… to growing out a wonky looking beard, never showering and walking around with a guitar.

You have become impossible to underestimate, and yet you still let me down.

To be honest half of the shit you said went through one ear and went right out the other. Listen here and listen close: I don’t give a fuck about your dead sister. I couldn’t care less about your sob story and how you were too scared to step into a wrestling ring. Nobody asked for your backstory and quite frankly it seems like you’re seeking the attention and approval of the fans that you yourself have let down in the past too. You’re out here claiming that I always have an excuse for why I couldn’t be a bigger player in my career? Cunt, I am the main event. Only I could be granted a championship match in my second week back after being out of the ring for eight months. While you were gone for almost a full year, you came back onto the scene playing guitar in the audience. Half of the mother fuckers in the OWA Arena didn’t even know who you were because of how badly you’ve let yourself go. Long hair, full beard. You’ve become a no-name, Nate, and that’s completely on you.

Don’t misconstrue facts, mate. The reason I wanted a match against you is because you are one of the many stepping stones I have in the way of me saving this god damned company. I despise individuals like you; cunts that get excited at the idea of making a comeback and when they finally realize that the experience is not what it’s made out to be, you quit and you go away for a long time. Then, you repeat the process. You were shunned from your previous job just like I was, but the biggest difference between you and me is that I decided to work my ass off and continue forward. I continued forward to the point where I had the match of my whole career against Finnegan Wakefield. After that, I retired - not because I got upset over the loss or depressed because I was casted out from my previous job. It’s because I felt like OWA could continue on without me, and I could try and focus on other aspects and aspirations of my life. Now I admitted that retiring was probably the worst mistake of my career, because this company went to shit the moment I stepped out of it. But now? I’m back, and everybody is a target.

Every. Single. Fucking. Person.

I’ll give you credit where credit is due because you’re right. Asking for this match, I am trying to prove something to myself and not to you. However, this is where you should really sit and think about what will happen after I defeat you at Divine Retribution. You see you come back after a year long absence and act like you’re right where you deserve to be but you’ve done fuck all since you’ve been back. I have evolved since we both last met. I became a world renowned professional wrestler. People STILL speak of the match I had with Finn all the way back to mid last year. People have seen how much I have learned to dig deep and to reach as far into myself as I can to keep going until I can go no longer. But you? Apart from letting yourself go a bit in the looks department, have you really changed all that much? You are still - STILL - a mid-card level talent grasping at straws and gasping for air. You OWN the mid-card though, don’t get me wrong on that. Former Hardcore Champion and New Breed Champion. You could sit atop of that throne of mediocrity for the rest of your career if you wanted to. But no matter how hard you try and how badly you want it, you’ll never see yourself in a one on one match for a world championship in your whole life. And that’s just facts, Nate. So you can continue to spew the same bullshit that everybody else has spewed for the past two years against me; that I will continue to lose every big match I have and that I will continue going through my career without holding a championship for the past five years, but that’s where I get to prove YOU wrong. For you, though, losing this match means right back down into the mid-card for you.

So if anything, you actually have way more to prove to me than I have for you. Not just to me, but to the world as well.

I mean you even admitted that you are going to chase down Layne Kurobane for his belt but then afterwards you said you were going to ASK Scott Oasis for a match for his belt? ASK?! You are so in denial about the position in your career that you’re saying things that are actually true without even realizing it. You don’t even want to grind and scratch and be put through the ringer to even get a taste of the main event that you would actually rather ask for a match for that championship. Fuck you’re a sad cunt.

Please indulge me because you’ve said something that I have never done in my whole career. Name three instances in where I have pointed the finger at somebody else because of my own downfalls. Go ahead, I’ll wait.

Yeah, nah. I’ve never done that. Never even considered it. You may think I am selfish but I am honestly probably one of the least selfish people in this whole industry. I’m a dick, and I know that for a fact, and I say and do a lot of shit that a lot of people don’t like but I have never, not once, put the blame onto somebody else for something that I have done wrong myself. Marco Fedor was a different story because if you remember in our previous match, he knocked me off of that ladder as I was moments from grabbing your belt. You tend to gloss over that fact that I actually had you beat, and I would have been the champion, if it wasn’t for him. But, that’s okay, because I haven’t taken that with me after all this time. That shit is the past, and I have become a main event talent since then. Meanwhile, like I said, you’re stuck in the mid-card. I’ve never once blamed Megan Harper for any of my failures either; a woman who I wrongly hurt after I admitted to cheating on her in 2017. And despite everything we went through and the falling out afterwards, I never once blamed Madison Kaline either for my failures. Whether it was my attempt to win Cash in the Vault or to defeat the legendary Jamie O’Hara for his championship, that was all on me. So go ahead, please name a time where I’ve been selfish and pointed the blame onto somebody else and I will surely clear the air on it.

The fact is Nate that you can talk all the bullshit you want, it’s not going to matter much in the end. We’ve got an Extreme Rules match this coming weekend at Divine Retribution and all that matter is that I pull through and successfully step over you and onto the next individual in my way. Kevin Maverick was the first stepping stone, and you will be the second. No, I’m not stuck in the past. If you really think I wanted this match to try and right some wrong from a match we had almost three years ago then you are truly delusional. I’ve explained why I wanted this match with you earlier, and that should be enough. If you’re truly the most motivated you’ve been in your whole life, even though you don’t seem to be, then bring that mentality into our match at Divine Retribution and let’s put it all on the line. It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a match like this but I know for a fact that I haven’t lost my step. I’m still on my hardcore game. I know how this environment is played out. I’ve experienced it, I’ve lived it. Just because you were the champion of this style of wrestling once really doesn't mean shit. You weren’t the champion for very long, and that’s okay. You know how this game is played but you haven’t really grasped at how to play it properly. Not just in this hardcore environment but in wrestling in general. I’ve managed to build myself up as a main event talent but you couldn’t do that even on your best day. I can explain it to you, but I can’t understand it for you. Nathan Fiora, the cold, hard truth that you have to face most of all is this:

You’re not Omega.

You’re not even Elite.

You’re a fucking beta male, cunt.

I can’t wait to see the look on your face next week when you realize everything you said meant shit after I’m done beating it in this weekend.

The Killer is coming.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) March 9th 2019, 8:10 pm by **Jeff X**

Walk Through The Door

Atlantic Beach, North Carolina

March 9, 2019

As the scene opens up we see Jeff X walking along the Carolina beach. It’s an unusually warm day, but Jeff still sports a camouflage Carhartt jacket to shield him from the cool breeze floating in from the ocean. He seems to be at peace with himself as we walks, gazing out at the waves as they crash into the sand, a slight smile forming on his face.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten to perform in front of my home-state fans...over a decade as a matter of fact. Don’t get me wrong, I love performing each week on Kingdom for the Philadelphia natives. They’re a harsh crowd and if you’re not at your best each week then they’re damn sure going to let you know it. I respect and love that about them and I'll always have a special place in my heart for the people of Philadelphia for embracing and supporting me since the day that I walked into this company so many months ago. That being said...I’ve been waiting for this event for a long time. There’s nothing quite like being out there, in that ring, in front of your own people...your family and friends. People who know you as more than just the wrestler that the rest of the country sees on television, but as a person. Honestly, I’m probably going to wind up losing money at this event with all the damn tickets I’ve had to give out.”

Jeff chuckles to himself as he takes a sip from the solo cup he carries with him.

“But I’m more than okay with that. You see, anyone who’s been paying attention to current events knows that it hasn’t exactly been the kindest year to us North Carolinians. Mother nature left my entire hometown under water and we’ve all had to deal with individual losses. Even now, five months after Hurricane Florence hit, a lot of us are still rebuilding. But the people here...they never did let it get them down. They came together as a community and came out the other end stronger than ever. And even amongst the most trying times, when they had so much else going on in their lives that were much more important than some wrestling show, they still managed to find the time to go out of their way to watch and support me on my quest for greatness here in OWA. And now...now it’s time to pay all of that back. The OWA has made the wonderful decision to bring these people one of their marquee events...Divine Retribution. The final stop on the road to Final Destination. And I find myself in the Keys to the Kingdom match with a chance at championship glory hanging in the balance. It’s time to reward these people for their loyalty and support by delivering to them my very first OWA PPV victory live and in person in front of them. And, well, after all...this is going to be a six pack challenge and I think we’re all aware that nobody knows a six pack quite as well as I do.”

A car drives by and honks the horn at Jeff as the passengers lean out the window yelling “JEEEFFFF!!!!”. Jeff smiles and waves at the passing fans.

“But I’m not naive. This isn’t going to be a walk in the park. There will be five other men standing in my way this Sunday who would love nothing more than to claim the Keys to Kingdom for themselves. Some of them even pose an actual threat. But then again...some of them leave us all wondering how they even managed to weasel their way into this match in the first place. Like Alex Scott.”

Jeff drinks from his cup as his face changes from content to annoyed.

“Alex, I came into Kingdom last week having not lost a match since Clash of Titans. I told you, all you had to was stay out of my fucking way, keep yourself from getting pinned, and you’d get your first win here. But you couldn’t even do that could you? You’re about as fucking useful as the red stop-lights on Grand Theft Auto. You were beaten by a man who hadn’t won a damn thing in this business. And then...after all that...you’re really going to come out on national television and claim that I was the one that held you back? That you were handcuffed to me? Who the fucks shoulders were pinned to the mat? Damn sure weren’t mine. Just who in the fuck do you think you are Alex? Do you think you actually stand some kind of a chance this week? Do you think you’re the one that’s going to take those keys and open up some grand opportunity for yourself? No. That’s no who you are. Let me tell you exactly just who you. You are fucking nothing. You don’t mean a thing to anyone. You could disappear forever right now and there wouldn’t be a fan alive that would ever miss you. In a few short weeks you’d be forgotten about entirely. You need to get your head on straight son, or I swear on everything that I’ll kick your little ass right out of this business just as fast as you managed to worm your way into it.”

Jeff pauses to light a cigarette and shakes his head at the thought of Alex’s comments.

“Me holding Alex back...what a fucking joke. Although I guess I can’t be too mad at the kid. After all, it was Reginald Dampshaw who made those comments to begin with. Alex just repeated them because he isn’t capable of forming any thoughts of his own. Unfortunately, his judgement is every bit as poor as his wrestling ability because the man whose comments those originally were, happens to be the most delusional bastard in this whole company. You truly believe that you’re somehow better than me, but Reggie...I have thwarted you at every turn. Just think about all the times that we’ve been forced to interact with one another these last few weeks. One on one against each other? I won. You reffing one of my matches? I still won. Me reffing one of yours? You still fucking lost. Honestly I’m growing tired of proving time and time again that I’m just flat-out better than you. So tomorrow night...when I claim yet another win at your expense...I want you to try and finally get it through your psychotic head that you are fighting out of your league when you step into the ring with me boy. Maybe you can take Alex and the two of you can go on over to OWT and learn some fundamentals that might actually help the two of you become competent competitors in this business. That is, you know...if your little plan to recruit that lumbering idiot Adelmar Sauer doesn’t work out.”

Jeff takes another drag from his smoke and a swig from his cup before pressing on.

“Now, believe me, I completely understand that there’s not a whole lot going in up in that head of yours, Adelmar. You just kind of wander around here aimlessly, lacking any semblance of charisma or a personality. Hell, watching you cut a promo is about as enjoyable as masturbating with sandpaper. But even you...as dense as you may be...you can’t be seriously entertaining this little offer Dampshaw’s given you, can you? You can’t seriously believe that he could benefit you in any way possible, could you? I mean, hell, just a few weeks ago you squared off with me and you had one extremely big advantage by having him officiate the match...CLEARLY a biased official...and, yet, you STILL wound up fucking losing. Obviously Dampshaw is of no benefit to you. Hell, if anything he’s a hindrance. So I implore of you...for your own benefit...use those two brain cells that you have bouncing around up there to make the right decision. I don’t want you to get your ass kicked tomorrow for putting your faith in the wrong person. I just want you to get your ass kicked because you’re simply not as skilled as I am inside that precious ring of yours.”

Jeff downs what remains in the cup and tosses it into a nearby trash can.

“Speaking of putting your faith in the wrong person...that’d be something that ol' Hans Olsen certainly knows all too well about. I tried to tell you Hans. I know Donny’s type. I know just who and what he is. But you refused to heed my warning and you paid for it. I wish I could sit here and smugly say ‘I told you so’, but that brings me no pleasure Hans. I took no joy whatsoever in seeing my words ring true last week. Donny Dragon and Ground Zero are nothing more than a shit stain on the underwear of OWA. You’re a god damn Olympic Gold medalist, Hans. You deserve to be treated with more respect than that. Where I come from - the same place we’ll all be competing tomorrow night - the people may be somewhat simple-minded. We might not be quite as cultured as others would like. We might hit the bottle a little more than we should. But we at least have the balls to look someone in the eye when we have an issue with them, instead of betraying them and jumping them from behind. I know what it feels like to have Ground Zero play their little games with you Hans, and because of that I’m going to do you a little favor. I’m going to let you have first crack at Donny. When that bell rings, I’ll spend the opening moments disposing of Alex, Dampshaw, and Adelmar. And in the meantime I want you to focus all of that rage and anger that you have inside of you on pure, divine retribution. Bring that same ferocity and grit you brought to the Olympic games, where you won that damn gold medal with a broken fucking neck...bring that with you and use it to snap Donny’s ankle in two. You deserve to be the one to do it and I would never want to deprive you of that opportunity. But Hans, I'm afraid that will be the only favor that I hand out to you tomorrow. I will allow you to be the one to take out Donny, but then I will have no choice but to do the same to you. For as much as I do like you and want you to succeed, you still stand in my way. But fear not Hans, the journey is only just beginning when I claim the keys to Kingdom tomorrow. From there, I must defend those keys in succession to get the opportunity that I truly seek and I would be honored to put them on the line against you first. I relish the opportunity to step into the ring with an athlete of your caliber in a one on one competition and not with insignificant little twats like Alex Scott and Donny Dragon interfering. I look forward to that matchup, Hans. And trust me when I tell you...that unlike Donny, I will come at you face to face as a man. You have my word on that.”

Jeff flicks his cigarette out into the sand.

“And Donny if you do, by some miracle, manage to get by Hans with your ankle still intact. It will be the second biggest mistake that you’ve ever made. Because then it will be me waiting for you. And don't get it twisted, it’s ONLY the second biggest mistake because your first was aligning yourself with Nate Cage to begin with. I told you last week...and I know, you don’t believe me...but Nate Cage is not your brother. As soon as he sees an opportunity he will ditch you should it benefit him in any way. That ass-hat would trade in his own wife for a title shot...not that I could blame him cause that bitch looks like Adelmar only without his tits, but still...you get my point. But don’t listen to me if you don't want to, Donny. I really couldn’t care less. Unlike Hans, I will take great pleasure in watching your ‘brothers’ eventually turn their backs on you. Because you Donny lack even the slightest bit of dignity and you’re nearly as idiotic as that fool Dampshaw. You walk around here talking as if you’ve done something. You’ve won a couple matches in a row now? Congratulations. Who have you beaten? Scotty Adams? Hell, he’s in that same category you decided to put Jon McAdams in. Scotty is nothing at this point. I mean shit, at least McAdams has a match at Divine Retribution. Can’t say the same about ol’ Scotty, can we? And don’t you even dare open your fucking mouth and try to claim that you’ve beaten me. Hans Olsen pinned that fuck-wad Alex Scott. Neither you nor I were involved in that decision in any way whatsoever. And the first time you stepped foot in an OWA ring, I tossed your ass over that top rope as soon as I had the chance. You speak of wanting to be the one to end me...well bud before you do that you might want to run along and ask your daddy Nate about exactly how much of a task that can be. He got to personally design a match that was supposed to lead to my destruction and he still couldn’t get the job done. And if he couldn’t do it...just what in the fuck makes you think you’ll fare any better? Because your magic dragon will help you? Jesus Christ son, lay off the damn pipe.”

Jeff stops when he’s come to a small dive bar right on the beach. You can hear the lights and laughter from the patrons inside, but Jeff decides to smoke one more cigarette before walking in.

“Man, it’s quite the exciting weekend for North Carolina. Hell, right inside that building, just like everywhere else in the state, people are going crazy watching the Carolina vs. Duke game. And all of the buzz and excitement that comes from that historic rivalry is going to carry right on over to tomorrow night when they get to see their home-state hero capture the Keys to Kingdom live and in living color. My opponents mean nothing to me. None of them are even close to the caliber of competitor that I am. Despite their size, amateur backgrounds, or whatever group of ‘friends’ they associate themselves with. It does not fucking matter. You boys are stepping into MY backyard now...and I don’t like trespassers.”

Jeff breathes out a big cloud of smoke and lets a small laugh escape his lips.

“Hell, the funny thing is, judging on the shit ya’ll have been talking, half of you don’t even know how the Keys to Kingdom work. Apparently, Vernon has to speak more slowly when explaining things to you morons so that you can understand. The Keys are, to put it simply, my chance at getting to Final Destination...just like I’ve been talking about doing since Clash of Titans. Once I claim them for my own, I can cash them in for a tag title shot...or defend them to get a shot at the Spartan’s title...or defend them once more and get my long overdue shot at the World Championship. I haven’t decided just what I want to do yet. After all, I’ll have plenty of time to think about it after tomorrow. But the one thing I do know is that the man who owns the Keys to Kingdom, can use those keys to open their door to Final Destination. And that’s a door I will do anything to walk through. But for now…”

Jeff puts his cigarette out in the ashtray outside and opens up the bar door.

“...I think I’ll settle for walking through the door to this here bar. After all, there’s a ball game to watch and beers to be drank. You boys rest up tonight. I’m really looking forward to your visit tomorrow.”

Jeff smiles slyly at the camera, a look of sheer confidence on his face. He then turns and walks into the bar as we hear several of his home-state fans inside yell out his name.

[Fade to Black]

KEELAN CALLIHAN: FAILURE IN GAINING DIVINE RETRIBUTION
A rematch. The main event. Two comebacks. Reality proven twice.

In the year that I’ve been gone from the ring, I’ve had a lot to think about. Being abruptly terminated from my previous employer left me in shambles; my name was thrown directly to the ground and kicked along the dust. Was I Nathan Fiora or a fraud? Had I truly failed or was this another bump in the road? Most importantly, was I about to let go of my sister’s dream? I drifted for nearly a year, finding myself once again when writing a song about Miranda. Wrestling was her passion; I saw her die in the middle of the ring. I felt her lifeless hands as we were taken to the hospital, hoping for a miracle that never came. I eventually decided to keep her legacy alive by conquering the fear I had most; the wrestling ring. It was traumatic for me to even look at this squared circle for even a moment. I was in a dark place with no light guiding me to where I should go, but that’s a story for another time. I didn’t give up though, and with the Rebecca Sawyer and her uncle, I got into the ring and started to wrestle. These two changed my life and gave me some direction, which is why I hold them fondly in my heart. I found Miranda’s passion for wrestling in me, lighting up an eternal fire into my soul. I wrestled for a few years until I was employed by EAW and turned Voltage’s midcard scene on its head in just a matter of months. People were looking at what I was up to, wondering how I had an impact in such little time. My work became officially noted when I won the Hardcore title and held it for a decent amount of time. I had one challenger who took me to the edge, making me wonder how I didn’t notice him beforehand. This man’s name was Keelan Callihan, who was hungrier than anyone I had ever faced at the time. Our feud culminated in a match for the ages, which wasn’t noticed as much as the “bigger” PPV matches that happened on the same week. However, Keelan tried his absolute hardest but couldn’t get the job done and got a mouthful of glass in his mouth. Our journeys branched off from this point, with both of us trying to find our own place in EAW. After a lot of injuries and temporary commentary spot, I came back and reclaimed my spot, winning the New Breed championship. Keelan, on the other hand, kept trying his hardest to be bigger than he really was. Mr. Callihan went from the future face of the company to the guy who almost made it. It doesn’t surprise me considering how he “almost” beat me for the Hardcore championship and “almost” won other achievements. Meanwhile, I was actually keeping my promises, beating whoever was in my path, not letting anyone determine my destiny but myself. My failures are on me, not on anyone else. Keelan, meanwhile, always has some sort of excuse as to why he couldn’t be a bigger player in his career.

Now Keelan wants a rematch because he got a little butthurt over me telling the world the truth. Layne wanted competition and Keelan was absolutely the wrong call and least deserving guy in the bunch. Even with this time off, he couldn’t even get the job done! I’ll praise and humble you at the same Keelan; you’re a fantastic competitor but the reality is that every member of this roster can put on a great match. OWA has a great pool of talent, but that doesn’t necessarily they’ll all amount to something. If that was the case, then everyone on the roster would be hot potato’in the titles. So let me follow up with this question: When was your last title reign, Callihan? I’m trying to remember, but I can’t remember the last I’ve seen you with gold around your waist. Oh, I know why! You’ve never been able to. You’ve had more opportunities for titles than I ever had and the saddest part is that you have a 100% failure rate. Do you want to know how many title opportunities I’ve had over the past 3 years? 4. One of them was a world title match and the other was a multi-man New Breed title match, which I both lost and I’m not afraid to admit that those losses were on me. However, the other two title matches I won decisively. I won the Hardcore title in a multi-man match, which I am really proud of. The best people in my division at the time couldn’t top my hunger and drive. I’m also sure you remember my last win, against a man whom you couldn’t beat Keelan. I beat Finnegan Wakefield in the middle of the ring; one, two, three. The world was shocked but for the weeks leading up to that, I kept saying that Finn wasn’t going to make it out of Brooklyn Heights as champion. Hmm, if I remember clearly, you couldn’t beat Finn at Game Over and I’m pretty sure you couldn’t beat him now. Does that annoy you? I know, the truth can really sting. Now let me make another proclamation: I’m going to beat you again this Sunday. There are no buts in that statement; I’m holding myself responsible to get the job done and not let myself look like a liar. I’ve been able to beat everyone you couldn’t Keelan, so what legitimate argument could you have against me? Oh, maybe you’ll say that I’ve got ring rust. No, I don’t. You know how easily I decimated The Chef last week, so that’s not going to be a problem tomorrow night. If you believe I’m impressed with your work since you helped start up OWA, you’d be wrong. You just had a lot of money and were able to have a match with Finn because the talent pool was small. Where are you now that this roster has grown tenfold? Oh yeah, exactly where you belong, you baby. So keep crying to the OWA Universe and me about how you can prove me wrong because the day you actually do it will be the day hell freezes over.

I understand that we’ve both changed as competitors ever since we both started in EAW, but no matter how many times you decide to change your mindset, you won’t be able to let go of the weight from your shoulders. By asking for this rematch, you’re trying to prove something to yourself and not me. This is you trying to give yourself the confidence that you’ve truly evolved into someone better than you were before. To me, this has become a fun game because I have very little to prove to you. While I am for the usual humbling process, I’m just killing some time with you before I chase down Layne and take his title from him. Or, just maybe, I’ll just ask Scott Oasis for a title match down the line. All I know is that I’ll be able to accomplish everything I want on the first try, unlike some people here. I’m enjoying the game and going with the flow, baby! If you want to know the secret as to why I’m more successful than you, it’s very simple; I’m not being selfish. You have made your success about yourself this whole time, so you try to not bury yourself deeper into the hole you’re already in. You always find someone or something to point the finger at so you can hold onto your crumbling confidence. In my case, everything I do and say is for my sister. If I’m promising to win a title, I’m not making that a promise to myself; I’m making it to my sister because I know she’s watching down on me, seeing me live the life she couldn’t. If I fail, I fail her, so losing is not an option I can defend in any way or another. Yes, failure is a part of reality, but it makes me stronger and it comes to slap me in the face when I’ve become comfortable or need to pick up my game. I grow and prosper while you’ve been stagnant Keelan, so I hope you try to surprise me or at least amuse me with the idea that you’ve truly grown as a competent competitor!

I’m not afraid of you and if you think last week said anything, it honestly doesn’t. Think about it really closely because I’m a very strategic guy. I was expecting you to be angered because that’s who you are; you’ve got a huge chip on your shoulder over a loss that was nearly 3 years ago. Instead of moving on with your life and trying to be successful, you’ve stayed in the past, hoping to fix your mistakes that will always exist in the history books. I’m sorry but no win or loss will ever take away the fact that I beat you that night Keelan and that’s a part of you now and forever. As far as me going into the crowd goes, did you really think I’m going to make a rash decision and face you with no weapons? What you did was not hardcore; that’s just a cheap move and desperate move, man. If my body is going to be taking any damage, it better be on an even playing field. In a matter of time, I’ll remind you what Hardcore means because it still runs deep in my veins. That’s why I called myself a Hardcore God; I loved the brutality that I instilled into the division and was the perfect choice for going to the extreme. Now, I’m preparing for the carnage that’ll be left in this arena because this won’t be a match; it’s going to be a fight. You’re going to try everything you can in order to pick up that win that’ll make feel less insecure about your position here. But you had the same freedom to beat me last time and you didn’t completely utilize it. At the end of the day, I’m going to beat reality into you because it’s very obvious to me that you need it. Don’t worry, I expect you to also beat me to a bloody pulp, but I don’t give up very easily, pal. You can try whatever you’d like but I’m going to kick out every single time. And trust me, I’ve got a lot of demented thoughts running in my head, telling me what I should do to take you out. By the end of this match, OWA’s medical staff might have to stretcher me out of the arena but all I know is that I’m going to beat you. I’m back and I’m the most motivated I’ve ever been in my life. I know why I’m here and I’m going to get the job done. There are no chains holding me back. Miranda, I know you’re hearing me and just know that we will be beating Keelan and we will make it to the top of the mountain. We are the Omega and no desperate man will take our dream away.

As I look into the future, I can see what we’ll be doing once we reach our potentials, Keelan. You will still be as desperate as ever, trying to act successfully when we both know that isn’t true. I’ll be winning more titles and taking over whatever brand I’m on. It’s happened before so don’t be surprised if history repeats itself. Keelan, you’re going to follow The Fire, whether you want this reality or not. It’s going to consume you and send you to your desires to ashes, while my fire erupts and continues to spread all over Omega Wrestling Alliance. That’s your reality.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) March 9th 2019, 3:00 pm by Layne Kurobane

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It echos from below! The wails of the souls once thought gone beckon to those that believe they’ve outran them! They call to them! The past clings to one like a demon, hungry for just one more soul! It cannot be easily vanquished! Those that have chosen to learn from it live to fight another day, while others that wish to cover it and hide only feed it until it turns into a monster that they cannot overcome, no matter how hard they try! Those who find comfort in the past convince themselves they are drifting into a warm bath, unaware that they are moments from drowning in its clutches! Layne Kurobane’s past echoes in the distance, but he knows he no longer belongs there! He must continue on! He must fight!

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All right, so let’s go ahead and do the math. I hope everyone is taking notes, because this is gonna be on the test: If I lost to Scott Oasis, and Scott Oasis lost to Kevin Maverick, then logically, Kevin Maverick is better, correct? BUT if you factor in Moongoose McQueen’s interference, you have to subtract how much better he is than me, because obviously his chances of winning at Divine Retribution decline, correct? Uh huh, but here’s the thing - Kevin Maverick lost to both Aria Jaxon and Keelan Callihan while I have beaten both of them. HOWEVER, you also have to factor in that Vernon Tressler intervened and essentially helped me beat Aria Jaxon, so that can’t be put at full value either. BUT… When I defeated Keelan Callihan, it was while the Spartan Championship was on the line, so therefore that obviously increases the value of that win and therefore my chances at Divine Retribution. But keep in mind, children, Kevin Maverick lost to Alessandro Devastation for the Cruiserweight Championship while I have not. So by my calculations… I’ve come to the conclusion that the only way to ensure that I have a high enough percentage of victory on Sunday is if I travel into the past and defeat Alessandro myself in a match before all of this takes place. Easy enough, right? That do anything for you?

Come to think of it, maybe Math isn’t your best subject.

I think you’d prefer History.

Math problems aren’t really something you can just screw around with and make up as you go along, unfortunately. You can’t will two plus two into anything other than four, no matter how hard you try. But history? History’s a whole different ball game, isn’t it? History isn’t quite as written in stone as something like math is. In fact, there’s quite a bit of history that could be taken with just a grain of salt, but instead it becomes something that people base their entire livelihoods on. Isn’t that crazy? Even now without total evidence, we can’t say whether or not something happened. And even if it did, how hard is it to twist it to fit a different narrative? That’s what people have done since the dawn of time after all. It’s never been written by some God who sees all and knows all. History is written by the victors, as they say. It can be fickle, and it can be flawed. People for so long remembered Christopher Columbus as an ambitious and good man that discovered this whole country we live in, and yet nowadays, the truth has come out and we know what kind of sadistic, bitter, bad man he was. I’d imagine history has always been your best subject, Kevin. You fit right into the mold of those who choose to skew the reality around you and pretend that it’s worked for you, and not against you. I mean, who can blame you? What are you gonna do, admit that you weren’t good enough? That you’re just not as good as Aria or Keelan were? That you stand no chance against me because of that? Of course not. This industry is made up of natural born liars who have to twist things to put themselves up on a pedestal.

It all comes down to what the truth is, Kevin.

The truth is like a needle in a haystack most of the time, because of people like you. And I know that just breaks your heart - knowing that there are, in fact, people just like you. People no different than you. Putting on a front with your little slam poetry session doesn’t make you special or unique. Actually, it makes you just more of the same, because you are just another guy when it all comes down to it. Just another person who molds the truth into what he wants it to be. People have done it for thousands of years. You interpret the truth of what your career has been up to this point the way people interpreted the truth of everything else to fit their morals, to fit their ambitions, and of course, their precious narrative. Justice and God are two things that have so many different interpretations that it’s hard not to wonder if there was ever any truth to them. Most of the time, people just brought these things into existence out of a need to have something like them. People NEED something to have faith in. People NEED to believe in an order in the World. Am I getting a bit too existencial for you? It’s alright, just try to keep up and I promise I’ll have a point. The fact is, Kevin, we lie to ourselves. And we have to. Everyone has to. It’s just fantasy when it comes down to it, but we NEED fantasy. All of us. If people interpret me as a hero like someone in a video game or a book, then that’s what they want if they want to see the hero triumph. If they believe in me in a way that I never thought of myself, then so be it. I’ll carry that with me as with as much determination as I carry the name Kurobane. But obviously I’m not some kind of saint. I’m not the good guy. You know that as well as I do.

In fact, I’m a liar too.

When I first came to this company, I didn’t have a lot going for me. But it gave me a new start. It gave me something to focus on and apply my craft into something respectable for once. I took what I could get, but - and it pains me to say this - I wasn’t much different that you are. Don’t start throwing a tantrum yet, because I’m not saying you and I are the same by any stretch of the imagination. I’d probably throw myself off a bridge if I were just like you, but I thought like you. Last week, I believed you were blissfully ignorant. In fact, the way you looked at this Spartan Championship and what you wanted it for, I thought that if ignorance is bliss then you must be in fucking nirvana, riding off of a euphoric high that I couldn’t even begin to comprehend! But it’s clear that you’re not so ignorant after all. In fact, you’ve weaponized those intentions to get under my skin, haven’t you? You love that it bothered me how much you desire the Cruiserweight Championship, and how you’d love to use this Spartan Championship as nothing more than a means to an end. Fair enough. Who am I to judge? Because when I first came to this company, Kevin, I made the same mistake. I encountered a man called Monolith - the reigning Spartan Champion - and I told him to his face that I had no desire to become Spartan Champion. None in the slightest. I didn’t want him, and I didn’t want that Title. All I wanted was a shot at Finnegan Wakefield and the OWA Championship, and if taking the Spartan Championship is what I had to do to make that happen, then so be it. And as you can imagine, I lost. I lost in fucking spades, Kevin. I lost spectacularly and I was humiliated in front of everyone because I couldn’t live up to my ambitions. But that’s just it… I liked losing. I liked being knocked down and shown just how far away I am from what I was trying to reach. I realized that it wasn’t about just being the OWA Champion. The OWA Championship is just a means to what I really wanted anyway, and that’s simply to be the BEST.

Bar none. Hands down. No arguments. The Best.

I fought to get back to him, and I fought to take this Championship for myself, and I realized just how funny the truth can be. Because the moment I won this Spartan Championship, I realized that I didn’t need the OWA Championship to prove I’m the best. There’s people who believe it’s impossible to make that happen since this isn’t the so-called crowned jewel of this brand, let alone this company, but I’ve fought for it. I’ve fought for MY truth. That this Spartan Championship is THE Championship in OWA and this industry, and as much as you’d love to be the face of the Cruiserweight Division, Kevin, what I have with this Championship is bigger than you or your ambitions will ever fucking be. MY truth has kept this Championship around my waist for months. You’ve got your head in the clouds, thinking about the minor wins you’ve accumulated. All the moments where you looked like you were on top. I’m not thinking about wins, Kevin. The people I’ve beat are all in the past, where they belong. All I care about is what’s in my way next to prove my truth, and that happens to be you. You’ve got all the talent in the World, but I will do anything in that ring to beat you. This isn’t just some defense. This isn’t just a means to an end. This is more important to me than anything you can imagine. A greater good that overshadows your petty little “he’s just not that into you” relationship that you’ve got going with Alessandro and the Cruiserweight Championship. You being late to the party isn’t why you’re the challenger, Kevin. You never got an invitation in the first place, because you never deserved one. It’s why you are mustering together everything you’ve got to be here, instead of reigning right now as the OWA Cruiserweight Champion. You just haven’t been good enough, and I can see why.

But make no mistake about it, I want you to be every bit as good as you believe you are.

I want that, Kevin. More than anything you can imagine. I want to be proven wrong, because for months on end I’ve dealt with men and women alike that tell me the same regurgitated shit that you’re spewing right now, and every single one of them not named “Scott Oasis” couldn’t back it all up. The only thing more pathetic than a man that endures constant failure are his meager victories, Kevin, and right now all you’ve done is bask in the meager victories you’ve gained up to this point. I’m not thinking about my wins. I don’t care who I’ve beaten. You know what’s more impressive than any amount of wins I’ve gotten or over who? How many losses I’ve had when I’ve put this Championship on the line. Zero. For months, and months. Zero. If that doesn’t wake you up, then so be it. Go ahead and bask in your precious spotlight for as long as you can. Talk about how beautiful all of this is to you and how you aim to be the hero of the story. I’m just some midboss after all, right? Tell whatever truth you need to. Mock up whatever history you want. When it says that you lost at Divine Retribution, do whatever mental gymnastics you need to do to turn it into a victory for you. To turn it into a positive just to keep yourself sane. That spotlight of yours is a spotlight for a reason, Kevin. It’s about the moment you’re living in right now, not about what you did in the dark. But you keep doing this thing where you look beyond me, as if you’ve already won. Looking beyond me at not what you’ll do at Divine Retribution, but what you intend to do after it with this Spartan Championship. And hey, by all means, do whatever you want with it. Use it as a chip in your gambit. Pawn it off as a trinket. I won’t care if it’s not mine anymore, but you’ll have to take it first. You’ll have to go through me if you want to rewrite history and prove those losses you’re still licking your wounds over don’t matter in hindsight. You’ll have to go through me if you want to mold your truth and build your new legacy as the face of the Cruiserweight Division. But you don’t sound like you intend to go through me, Kevin. You sound like you just want to put in a cheat code and jump to the level you desire. You’d rather miss me entirely and stumble out of that spotlight you’re in and into the darkness, looking for the next one.

And in the dark is exactly where you belong.

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It is not easily achieved! While the past is a familiar warmth of a bath, the future is a bitter and cold sea of unknown that many find too daunting to take on! They break! They break before they could ever hope to conquer it! There is no end! There is no horizon! This sea of the unknown travels on for infinity, and only those brave enough to sail across its waters without fear of what’s to come can survive! Those who do not allow the weight of the past to sink them into this sea for the predators below to devour everything they hold dear! Layne Kurobane’s future awaits him, but he does not leap towards it unprepared! He does place himself in its icy waters in the hopes of salvation! He waits! He watches! Until it comes to him! He does not beg for a future! He fights for one! He brews a storm upon its waters! One of his own will! One of his own intentions and desires! He conquers the here and now! He takes control of his destiny!!

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