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) August 31st 2018, 9:25 am by The Cleanser

Odyssey Promo #1: “Just not in the Cards"

(Word Count: 1,201)

*A camera pulls in on a wasteland, a graveyard which has been destroyed. Headstones lay chipped, some completely broken, some still intact. Eris sits in the middle of all of this. She seems to be at near peace, meditating near a grave. She looks up as the camera pulls in on the grave itself. The name obscured and covered in dust*

Eris: What do you stand for?...

*Eris rises to her feet, taking her time moving toward the fountain in the middle of the graveyard. The fountain is full of the blood that it expels. Eris looks satisfied at this, then turns again toward the camera*

Eris: Do you stand for the strength and empowerment of women? Do you stand for your own glory and honor? Do you stand for your ego? It's…. Interesting to hear you speak… because you know not anything of what you say. I have been called a great many things before, goth is surely one that I've heard entirely too many times. In fact, Jackie Khan called me a goth just a week or two ago. It only shows the immaturity of another to identify something so egregiously irrelevant in this sort of case… but no matter. Frankly, your address to me was useful for something. You made me laugh. First you have this interviewer say a few names and then proport it as proof that you're more equipped for battle than I or the rest of your opponents. Then you claim Cleansing the goddess division is your job. Is that right now? Is that right? You'd like to waltz in here and take away what I was told to do by a higher power? HE DOESN'T LIKE THIS ONE BIT YOU TOOL. HE… *after the momentary lapse in etiquette, Eris quickly regains her composure. She sits on the side of the fountain* he won't… he won't like this at all. He won't like some ugly, insignificant bitch slandering him in what would be an inconsequential interview. I've seen what you have in store Jessykah… but you don't scare me, you're simply a product of the upbringing you mention so fondly, or the mixed martial arts career you tout so heavily. You are, for all intents and purposes, a “fighter”, but fighters at times are not made for this business. You blather on and on about how good you are at fighting and what you intend to do to your opponents and how all of them are beauty queens and you lose sight of truly why you are here.

*Eris rises to her feet once again, she smiles before dipping her hand into the blood of the fountain. She moved her hand around, kicking up small waves of the red liquid and observing them as they crash and then ebb. She raises her hand and licks some of the blood off of it*

Eris: I can taste it… your irrelevance, your inferiority you see Jessykah… the only reason you insult me is because you're afraid, you're afraid of what I can do to you in a wrestling ring. An extensive fighting background will only get you so far… to clinch a win you also must be a good wrestler, and I think I may have you beat in that department. You called me a joke, you called me a freak, yet, you haven't proven anything to anyone. Your confidence is unfounded, your ego is unfounded. It was also quite funny that you said that the goddesses were “so called Queens” and you named your trademark maneuver the “Queen's Choke” but honestly, at this point, I should expect this level of vehement hypocrisy from someone such as yourself. You talk in circles, Jessykah, and contradict yourself every time you talk around. What game is it that the spade is the most valuable suit in anyway? This is news to me, I believed all suits were completely equal to each other. Oh wait, that's right BECAUSE THEY ARE. Yet another lie in this saga set by a gutter slug such as Jessykah von Schwarzburg. You're going to end up just like all of the rest of the women here, a conceited nobody who has not a pillar to stand on. There is one true force of good and holy in the OWA. That is The Cleanser. I do agree with one thing you said though… fear is power, fear will pull you under my thumb and keep you there until suffocation sets in… fear will break your spirit and leave you as a mangled mess of limbs still yelling about your impressive mixed martial arts acumen. Fear is the willing means to the gory end. Fear is the driving force behind the crumpling of your will and the breaking of your body. Must I say more? You have not felt real fear Jessykah, not until tomorrow night that is…

*Eris begins to slowly make her way back to the gravestone from earlier, the name still obscured by dirt. She sits in front of it, a wry and mischievous smile decorating her painted features. She licks the remnants of the blood from the fountain off her hands. Then puts them in her lap as she stares at the stone*

Eris: You are not suited to be a champion Jessykah, you're suited to be exactly what I'm going to make you look like… a footnote, a pile of smoke and mirrors. The most important part of this is that you seem to truly believe your own lies Jessykah. Liars used to have their tongues cut off, liars used to have their hearts cut out of their bodies Jessykah. You're going to only wish your punishment was that light after I've finished with cleansing you and your act. You look so high and mighty yelling in the face of someone so obviously of inferior strength to yours. That's what weak people do, bully around others who would be defenseless otherwise. I am all for a test of skill, but that is not what I am here for, I am here to remove every member of this goddess division. Bit by bit, limb by limb, they all will fall, you will be first to be cleaned Jessykah, what a glorious privilege you have in this endeavor. You will appreciate every second of your cleansing, I believe. You have talked such a big big game Jessykah, but when it comes time to back your words with actions, you will be the same as all the others. I truly don't think that you defeating me is in the cards, Ms So Called “Queen” of Spades.

*Eris wipes away the dirt on the headstone in front of her to reveal the name “Jessykah von Schwarzburg”, then runs her fingers along the name, continuing down the whole stone. She then lets out a howling, haunted laugh. Before smiling toward the tombstone and turning toward the camera. She points at it, as if inviting to admire her work. She continues laughing, a zoom in on the headstone is seen before the camera fades to black. All that can be heard is the now steadily distorting laugh of the Cleanser*

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) August 30th 2018, 9:52 pm by Guest

The Beginning of the Queen's Reign

The end of a highlight reel showcasing both Jessykah's MMA career and wrestling career is shown as we see Fightspots interviewer T.J. Scott and Jessykah von Schwarzburg.

Scott: Those were quite impressive highlights.

Jessykah smirks

Jessykah: Is that all you have to say, Scott? You aren't going to talk about how I helped revolutionized Women's MMA or how I am the longest reigning Women's Bantamweight champion? How about how I am helping Women's Wrestling become the main attraction or even making it no longer a joke? How about...

Scott: Well, Jessykah, I was hoping to get your thoughts on your upcoming match and your debut for Omega Wrestling.

Jessykah: What of it?

Scott: This does mark your debut in professional wrestling and I was wondering what you think of your first opponent, The Cleanser Eris.

Jessykah smiles and smirks

Jessykah: You bought me here, to ask me what I think of my debut and my first opponent?

Scott: Yes.

Jessykah: This is worthless, but go ahead and ask anyway.

Scott: Well as you know OWA is a...

Jessykah: Scott, I already know how much of a presence OWA has. Please get to the point.

Scott: Well, what are your plans for OWA?

Jessykah: Easy, Scott. I am tired of all these so-called "Queens". Have you seen them or any of their matches?

Scott: Yes, I have and I think they are...

Jessykah: What great? Ha! Those women are nothing. They are mere beauty queens or cosplayers who think they know how to "wrestle" or how to "fight". They never fought the women like I did nor do they have the training like I have. They weren't raised having to fight for anything and everything you wanted. They don't have the same background as I do nor do they have the same skill set as I do. Do you know who I was trained by?

Scott: Yes. You were trained by many great people including William Robins, Joshua Baron, and...

Jessykah: That proves my point that I am better trained and better suited to be the champion than anyone in OWA. A lot of these women love to act tough, talk a massive game, and seem like they are a big deal, but let me tell you something. They're not. They have nothing against me when compared to skill or ruthlessness. I was the deadliest woman in MMA before I retired and know I will be the same in OWA. Do you know what the highest suite is in cards, Scott?

Scott: The Suite of Spades of course.

Jessykah smirks

Jessykah: Now, you want to know what I think about "The Cleanser" Eris? Easy, she is a huge joke and nothing more. She dresses like a goth, paints her face like one of those clown freaks, and sees herself as a cleanser and is here to "clean" the Goddess division. Let me tell you something, Eris. You aren't a "Cleanser" nor will you clean the Goddess division as that is my job, and I have the skill set and mentality to do so. Once, you step into the ring with me you will realize that was a mistake and as I am making you tap out. You will be my first stepping stone of many to make my way to the top of OWA's Goddess division and show what a true Queen or Goddess look like. Remember I have no respect for Eris or anyone else in the Goddess Divison until they prove it to me.

Scott: What if Eris or one of the other women beat you?

Jessykah gives Scott a scornful look. She gets up and gets in his face

Jessykah: Let me make this clear, Scott! None of them will beat me, I just lost! None of them are skilled to actually beat me in a match! I will put fear in all of their hearts because fear is power and power is fear! I have everything planned out in my head before it happens! As a message to Eris, you will be my first victim and you will be made an example out of once I lock the Queen's Choke on you and you slowly fade to black, everyone will see I am nothing to mess with! I am done with this interview!

Jessykah rips the microphone off and storms out of the room as the interview fade to black.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) August 30th 2018, 8:34 pm by **Zumi**

Odyssey #1

“It’s not about going 0 to 80 right from the get-go. It’s all about how you pace yourself for a long and grueling career. Something I think the future has forgotten about.”

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It’s been a long time since I’ve felt like this. A brand new platform for women to compete on and one that could change the game for this industry. I soon have a date with Savannah Sunshine for her ring but for now, I can create a brand new journey for myself by being there at Aragon Ballroom and being a part of the debut episode of Odyssey. I know the feeling of walking into the debut episode of All-women’s show and feeling the history is being born as we compete. I guess that’s what gives me an edge over you, Natasha. Along with many other things. You believed I should have demanded my shot at Savannah’s Ring Of Opportunity instantly but I’m gonna wait things out right now. I still am the number #1 contender for that item. It's probably what’s wrong with the rising talent, they all are so impatient these days.

“Go cash in your shot they say. You’re wasting time and etc.” It seems that now people don’t want to hone their craft, be mentally preparing for that big match. It's all about 0 to 80 with no break in between. The journey might be grueling but a long one where you learn and improve more than ever. Natasha, I’ve seen women come and go but one thing has remained, The Almighty Empress of professional wrestling. Name any of the big names, and I’ve had the opportunity to step into the ring with them. Brody Sparks, Aria Jaxon, Tarah Nova, Cameron Ella Ava and so on. Every single talent who has left their mark, I’ve had the honor to face them but while they entered in their best years, I’m glad to say mine has yet to come. Even though talent like yourself, Duice, Savannah and many more are making your names known as the future of Women’s Wrestling. You’re still below the level of me, I’m not saying that as an insult. No, more like you should keep trying to push on and I’ll be right there to see how much you have tried to grow. See my time to be the face of a division is long gone, I may be still in my mid-20s but putting my body on the line every night I compete without a care to slow down does take its toll. I don’t see myself as that young hungry Ace anymore, I am the bonafide leader of this place! No woman has seen the world of Women’s Wrestling grown over the past years as I have.

An Iconic Rise, a Queen taking her rightful place at the top and so much more. I’ve seen changes in the guard, potential fulfilled, moments people will never forget and so much more. While all that was happening, I was on this slow journey to the top. It’s never getting to the top right when you’re young and inexperienced because you lack focus and drive that comes from being on a long road to success. See Natasha, you have the talent and you have the look to help you for years to come but where’s that drive from coming through the bottom of the pack. How do you think even everything you mentioned, I still stand here as not only the Vanguard for new women and wrestlers to follow but the shining example. When you have nothing to lose, that’s when you turn on to the next gear and push forward with all of your limits broken. All those moments of mine you note down, I had nothing to lose back then and I still don’t. I have a heart of gold, Natasha. I’m gonna get that Ring Of Opportunity match when I want to, not when some bratty little girl tells me to.

I told you when that triple threat happened that the future can sit back for a bit. Enjoy my return back to Women’s Title contention then you can have your turn in the spotlight and I still mean it. Learn humility when defeated first, then go back to being with your stable of activists for whatever you preach. Come back to me when you truly know what defeat is like and how it feels to be at the bottom of the food chain. I tell you this now, so you don’t end up like all the busts I have seen come and go in my life. Greatness doesn’t come to those that try to rush to the top, it comes to those who can overcome everything that stands in their way. If you want to be on the same level as The Almighty Empress then try in a couple months or so when you’re not over your head about you have a chance at defeating me.

Till then you can sit back, enjoy the Azumi Goto air-guitar show while you’re at it and stay tuned as Odyssey becomes the best show in not only OWA Programming but in all of American wrestling.

I.

Let’s keep it 100 for a second -- my opponent is dumb as hell.

I couldn’t think of any other way to kick this shit off, because that point was just THAT blatantly obvious. I’m not the type to get caught up in maybes and could bes. I was heated about coming up short in the triple threat match for number one contendership of the Ring of Opportunity, but at least I could sit back and be like, “Hey, at least Dulce was the lame bitch that got pinned! I can hang onto that!” I had her right where I wanted her, and Azumi had to come in at the last second. Now, under different circumstances, I’d say that game recognizes game and I MIGHT let her rock. I sure woulda left her the fuck alone if she was smart enough to take what she wanted. What, she was just gonna let Savannah and Jessica’s match for the ring go off unhindered? The second Azumi became number one contender, she shoulda marched her ass into Viola’s office and DEMANDED to be added to that match at Burning Sky. She shoulda seized that opportunity, because with the career she had, she should KNOW that chances to move up the ladder don’t come every day. Who knows? Maybe she could’ve taken possession of the ring and gone right on to spoil TyAnna and white trash Barbie’s little No DQ party later on in the night. But instead, she was content sitting in the back, probably already looking ahead to a future where she’s gonna let that ring collect dust because she’s too much of a coward ass bitch to actually do anything with it. Don’t you have a track record of that? Wasn’t there some briefcase that you won once upon a time? Oh, yeah. Some dumb shit called Control in the Vault. Won a battle royal for the thing and sat on it for damn near a year, and got dragged by Aria Jaxon when you decided to cash it in. It’s all a lot funnier to me than it should be. At the risk of stating the obvious, I don’t like losing, but because I’m a grown-up, I can get over the shit. Those in line with the establishment might always get happy when they see me fall for a moment, but in spite of them, I ALWAYS get back up. I don’t think twice about creating my own opportunities, so it’s easy for me to refocus and look ahead to the future. You, Azumi? You’ve been here before. Not doing shit worth caring about for what seems like forever, you get frustrated by that, you catch lightning in a bottle for ONE second...and then silence. I can handle not being number one contender for that ring, but what I CAN’T handle is knowing what the fuck you’re gonna do with the opportunity. You’re weak. You’re pathetic. And I know just like you do that I’m better than you are. You expect me to be shook over you winning a match where you didn’t pin me? Please. As far as I’m concerned, you ain’t proven shit to me. In my eyes, all you’re good for is swooping in at the last second or being a good target for me to swing a steel chair at.

In your position, I guess it’s easy to forget all of that, though. You have a shot at the ring, so suddenly, the short-term memory loss kicked in and you forgot everything you did -- or didn’t do -- before that. Or maybe, it’s all that hope floating around that got you feeling like you’re more important than you are. It’s SO exciting, right? Knowing that the first episode of Odyssey is upon us? It doesn’t matter to me nearly as much as it should. You can drop me on any show and I’m gonna make a statement. But, just because I don’t give a shit about all this fake feminist and watered-down progressive PR bullshit doesn’t mean that I’ve lost sight of what’s important. The second most obvious point I can make here is that wins mean everything, and I’m definitely okay with picking up another W at your expense. I’m gonna show you why you picked your spots and decided to prey on Dulce the last time around. Now, it’s just me and you. No third bitch to absorb the blows. All you ever talk about is how much experience you have with picking yourself up when you fail like it’s supposed to be inspirational or some shit. Good on you for being smart enough to spin it, I guess, but all I ever hear is the same shit from somebody who always lets important opportunities slip through her fingers. You still have your chance at the ring, and while I can’t take that from you, I can still beat you on Odyssey just the same. I can remind you of what a fluke it was that you won it in the first place, and then when you fuck it up like you always do? You won’t have any choice but to sit back and watch me surpass you -- like I’ve been meant to from day one.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) August 28th 2018, 5:49 am by L7

Hey, guys.... Jadi, gue mau nge live dulu nih sebelum berangkat ke Amerika. Ya seperti yang kalian tau, gue udah sign ke salah satu wrestling company disana yang namanya OWA. Dan ternyata gue udah dapet match disana. Nervous sih ya, soalnya ini bakalan jadi match gulat pertama gue. Tapi kayaknya perasaan nervous ini harus diilangin. Gue gak bisa dong nervous terus-terusan terus nanti jadinya gak fokus, kalah deh. Haha... Jadi walaupun agak gugup juga di kuat-kuatin aja. Lagian gue udah latihan satu tahun di Jepang, intensif lagi latihan-nya. Siang malem terus diasah sampe akhirnya gue berani buat debut professional.

Minggu depan ini gue bakalan dapet match satu lawan satu sama cewek yang namanya Serenity Scorpio. Entahlah, gue belum pernah denger namanya, gue juga gak tau orangnya kayak gimana tapi ya gue mesti siap dong. Masa kalah di pertandingan pertama, kan gak lucu, ya gak? Gue gak peduli siapapun lawannya, atau mau kayak gimana fisiknya, atau apalah terserah. Gue disini cuman mau ngebuktiin kalo meskipun gue gak punya pengalaman banget disini, tapi gue yakin kalo mereka semua bisa gue kalahin. Simple aja sih, gue dateng jauh-jauh ke Amerika gak mungkin cuman buat kalah. Disini gue punya tujuan dan tujuan gue gak muluk-muluk kok. Cuman buat menang, itu aja.

Jadi ya, oke lah gue gak ada pengalaman sama sekali di gulat professional ini. Tapi bekal gue udah cukup banget buat ngerasain gimana rasanya waktu wasit ngangkat tangan gue setelah gue menang. Gue optimis banget, gue gak akan mungkin kalah di pertandingan ini. Hasil jerih payah gue setahun terakhir ini bakal ada hasilnya dan gue gak mau kalau hasilnya itu kekalahan. Gue udah persiapin buat minggu ini dari jauh hari dan sekarang saatnya buat gue buktiin. Jadi, liat aksi gue minggu depan ya! Sampai ketemu lagi!

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English Translation here:

Burning Sky/Promo No. 1

“Burn, Motherfucker, Burn”

“This is it.”

“When tomorrow finally comes, I’ll be stepping into the ring with five other men. Five other men who’ve proven themselves as among the top contenders for the OWA Television Championship. The belt that I’ve been chasing after for months, and have been unable to finally earn another shot at. The closest that I’ve come so far is the Number One Contender’s match at Boiling Point, and that should’ve been MY fucking victory, regardless of what anyone else has said to the contrary. I’m still in complete and utter disbelief that this relic of a bygone era, a woman who shouldn’t even be able to wrestle after everything that she’s put her own body through...somehow managed to claw her way to a victory. It still baffles my mind. Genuinely. Yet I’m absolutely certain that if David Fierce and Christopher Sabretooth weren’t there, things would have gone much differently for Little Miss Nova. She wouldn’t have stood a fucking chance. My size, strength and technical advantages would've easily overwhelmed her in any other situation. But alas, what’s happened has happened and there’s no point in dwelling on my past failures. Nothing will be accomplished by doing that. Instead, let’s go over the simple facts, shall we? Let’s discuss Burning Sky and the five men who’ll be leaving it as losers.”

“Jamal King, what can I say that I already haven't? Out of everyone else in this match, you are the one person that I’ve actually wrestled. Of course, that also means that you’re the only one that I’ve actually had the opportunity of beating in a match. Therefore, you are of the least concern to me. If I could pin your shoulders to the mat once, you can rest assured that I’ll be able to do so again. Sure, you gave me a pretty good fight and all...but that doesn’t mean much when you’re down on the mat and staring up at the lights, wondering where exactly you went wrong during our match. I don’t deny that your strength makes you a potentially dangerous competitor, but therein lies the problem. You are a potential threat and nothing more. You probably COULD be a genuine threat to me and everyone else in this match, if you weren’t such a simple-minded pawn. A person who’s meant to be nothing else than muscle for The Unchained, and yet it seems that you’re not even very good at that. How terribly tragic. I could just cry, if only I didn’t find you to be such pathetic loser.”

“Next, we’ve got Sonny Levitt. A wildcard in this match if he’s got anything going for him. Which I must admit, isn’t a whole lot. You certainly haven’t done much to change that perception either with your interesting win-loss record. To my recollection, the only person that you’ve managed to beat is...Zak Hero? Seriously? Of all people? The one person in the match who is so utterly irrelevant that I’m not even going to bother discussing him? Yikes. I mean sure, he had a fairly impressive showing against Gareth Cason, but apparently...EVERYONE in this match has had an “impressive showing” against him. So I don’t exactly see how that’s worth noting. With all of your past losses, you strike me as less of a genuine threat and more of a simple roadblock to the other two men in this match.

“Miles Taylor and Judas, both of whom are truly deluded in every sense of the term. Men who think that he can shatter my beliefs, my spirit, my mind and my body. Sadists who have no grasp of reality. Do either of you think you intimidate me? Or really, anyone else in this match? I don’t find either of your little references to be very impressive or humorous and, just to correct you, both of you WILL be nothing more than conquests of mine. Don’t fool yourselves.”

“You will all burn.”

“All of you.”

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) August 25th 2018, 11:49 pm by **Nas**

So I see plenty of people can’t seem to keep my name out of their mouths still to this day. And no I’m not referring to the usual suspect Jacob Senn who still drones on and on about getting revenge over something that I did not even do in the first place. The man claims I “robbed” him of several opportunities at reclaiming world championship gold. No Senn. To clarify for your warped perception of things. What I did was seize my own opportunity to punch my ticket straight to the top. What I did was not underhanded or “dirty” I was competing in matches, you were my opponent, and I outright beat you fair and square right down the middle. YOU were the one instigating problems by attacking me after matches, during matches I had with other people, and generally just being a miserable human being to be around during that time. You seem to have turned over a new leaf as Strong Style Wrestling Chairman...except the one thing you simply cannot let go of from the past is me...and I just have to ask, why? Or well that doesn’t matter, a better question is...when will you just let it go? Move on with your life and maybe you could find some semblance of joy in the world. My statements are most likely falling upon deaf ears, but it must be reiterated. I did nothing wrong to Jacob Senn to cause this beef. I have moved on with my life to focus on far more important things. But you just won’t do the same senny. So I’ll tell ya what. If you manage to squeeze past Miltiades at Burning Sky...MAYBE I’ll consider giving you a crack at me...maybe being the strong word there. Then there’s this new clown. “Radical” Gabriel Reno or whatever the fuck his name is. Who the hell is this guy and why does he even have the privilege of sharing a spot in this company with a god like figure in this industry like me? Listen up afterthought, because you’re gonna need to get this through your thick skull right now before you do something you might regret, who knows you might already be regretting things by now. But allow me to spell this out very plainly so even someone as dense as you could get it. YOU ARE JUST SOME NO NAME JACKASS WITH ZERO CREDIBILITY TO ME! THE EASIEST WAY TO GO NOWHERE FAST IN THIS PROMOTION IS THROWING JABS AT THE HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMP WHEN YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO MERIT TO THIS PLACE AND NOT A GODDAMN PERSON TUNING IN GIVES A SHIT ABOUT YOUR EXISTENCE! Now in order to not feed the troller and give him the attention and vindication he so very much desires...I’m moving on. Gareth Cason. Now Tarah Nova is a grown woman, she can take care of herself. I mean hell, she created a whole legacy and dynasty for herself in this business before I was even a prominent member of it. So needless to say, she ain’t one to fuck with. And she don’t give a rats ass about anyone’s opinion or feelings towards her, that’s why we’re together. But as a man. As a father. I’m going to tell you this right here and right now young man. Don’t ever threaten my children because then you’ve brought me into it and at that point that’s when I’ll be forced to show you the full extent of my will and trust me it will not be pretty, I won’t be trying to out wrestle you like last time, I will be trying to maim you and flat out murder you stone cold with zero regrets. Now I suggest you heed my warning and never bring up Brady or Maya ever again as long as we’re both a part of Friday Nights or else. Even Christopher Sabertooth, a kid who I have tons of respect for as a performer had to get bold and utter a straight up lie in saying by the end of the night the most talked about individual from Burning Sky will be him. I’m sorry junior but, you’re gonna have to wait about a year-ish for that to come into fruition. Because the year of 2018 is owned by and belongs to one single solitary man. C! M! NAS! POINT! BLANK! PERIOD! FINISH! FIN! CASE CLOSED! THE END!

But seeing as how I have been doing what kinda got me famous, and that’s rambling on aimlessly about everything and nothing and telling literally every person within the world what I think of them with zero hesitation and not holding back any ammo at my disposal on them. So maybe I should tie all of this back to the central topic that I am sure everyone is DYING to hear me talk about. That being Nobi. My number one contender. The special guest ref who made his massive surprise appearance at Boiling Point during my main event show stealing contest with Miltiades for the very same belt he’s challenging me for this week. The White Knight, The Dream Chaser, so on and so forth. Nobi is the literal embodiment of a Lawful Good in our industry of Professional Wrestling. There is not a single man to step into a ring that has been more “pure of heart” if you would than him. Not even I during my past. Now I respect Nobi as a competitor. Inside of the ring he is a technical marvel. The man has unbelievable strength. And he has an unshakable will. A fiery passion which will not burn out. So my beef is not with Nobi. My beef is with men like Bob Taylor and Roy Rivers feeling that Nobi would be a better fit for this position than I. Because that is an absolute insult to me. Nobi no matter what happens I want you to know that I respect you and that I have liked your work for a very long time. You are a talented performer and an admirable challenger, however you are not in my league. It makes me sound like an asshole, but it is the unfortunate reality that makes this matchup fall apart from the start. I am delighted to see you wanting to do all that you can for the fans. They deserve the greatest spectacle possible, and we shall deliver it to them! Nobi I want you to bring your absolute all against me. And I’ll bring it back...and THEN SOME! Because I am that good. I am the Best! As you stated yourself, they call me such for a very good reason. I am everything I say I am. I am that big of a deal. I am the megastar of this promotion. THE OMEGA WRESTLING ALLIANCE REVOLVES AROUND C! M! NAS! So in the end Nobi, I’m going to give you everything that you deserve, but in the end it will conclude the exact same way you saw it conclude for Miltiades. As well as Stark and Jacob Senn who came before you. And all of those promising young men who will surely come after you. Destruction…

HAKAI!

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Now, I know we said things, did things that we didn't mean. But, we fall back into the same patterns, the same routines. But, your temper's just as bad as mine is, you're the same as me.

Jessica, I'm not sure where in your mind you thought it was okay to challenge me... But, don't think for one second that the speech you just gave will go over with me so easily. Congratulations, you're finally growing a backbone because this actually matters. Where was all this backbone when we needed it? Where was it all those times where it truly mattered? Those times where I needed a capable partner who was going to help me gain gold and not just be there to take the fall? She was nowhere to be found when she was truly needed. That's the whole point of all of this, Jess'. See, you truly believe you are the victim here and really, neither one of us are the victim here.

You've been given the same amount of chances as I have. You even made it further and came within fingertips of having actual singles gold around your waist... But, you failed. You failed as a singles competitor and you failed as a tag team partner. You have been my downfall for far too long and I am so tired of having to always defend you. For once, I can call you my enemy instead of my partner and oddly enough? That makes me happy. It's going to be a pure thrill for me when I have my ring handed back to me at the end of this match. Yes, you heard me correctly. I will be the one winning this match because you always seem to come up just a tad bit short. Doesn't this ever get tiring, Jess'? Don't you ever get sick of the same old song and dance? 'Cause I sure did. I got sick of everything and guess what? It drove me to push hard enough to actually mean something.

Ever since I accidentally bumped into you during that battle royal, you've been nothing but bitter. It's been rubbing off on me a bit and quite frankly? It's making me a bit peeved to have to even consider you a tag partner anymore. You think what I'm saying is too rude? You think I'm showing sides of me no one has ever seen before? Maybe I am, maybe that's exactly what needs to happen. Maybe I just need to cut the dead weight before you weigh me down any further. So, that's exactly what I will be doing at the end of this match. I can no longer carry on pretending that everything is all rainbows and sunshine between us, Jessica. Everything is so far beyond rainbows and sunshine and all bets are off when it comes to MY ring. I will not allow you to even come close to taking this from me. I cannot allow you to do that.

I have something that you so badly crave. Something that will push you to the moon and back, but it's also something you will never hold within your grasp. Something that you will never have the chance to hold so long as I hold it within my possession. I have worked too hard and too long to allow you or anyone else to have this. This is everything I have ever wanted and if I hold onto this long enough? I will make it to become a champion some day when I choose to. That is exactly why I will not allow you to take this from me. Why I cannot allow you to walk out of this the one with her head held high and that ring placed upon her finger. That is only going to be what will happen for me.

No matter what it takes, I will not be the one walking away with another loss to add to my record. Your seemingly long list of losses will only begin to pile up after this. I really, truly hate to be the one to put you out of your misery... But, I cannot let you take what I have worked so hard for. I cannot allow you to make a mockery of me. I cannot allow you to continue to spit on my name while I have never once did anything wrong to you. You pushed me to this, just remember that when you are fighting to survive inside of that ring. You pushed me to hurt you and I didn't want it to have to come to this... I really did not want to ever have to call you my enemy. But, you have left me with no choice any longer. When we step into that ring at Burning Sky? You are no longer my sister. You are no longer my tag team partner. The Sugar Girls are no longer.

When we step into that ring at Burning Sky? We will be enemies who are out for blood. I will be you worst nightmare and I only expect you to bring your very best. I will stop at nothing to ensure I am the one walking away with her hand raised into the air at the end of this. I will do anything to ensure that I am still holding onto this ring at the end of it all. I will do anything to ensure that you are left a broken, shell of your former shell. Win or lose, at the end of this? The Sugar Girls will be no more... At the end of this? We will no longer be friends. The time for friendship has come and past... No time for games, no time for me to feel sorry for you any longer. It is time for you to see what happens when you make an enemy out of me. So, good luck Jessica... You will truly need it.

“In reality, I don’t know what else to say. I’ve made the same claim, week in, week out, and for a long while there? I proved myself right. I beat Judas, I beat Zak Zero, I beat Jamal King…I proved my worth. I proved that I’m not the best wrestler in the OWA, I proved I’m the best wrestler on the planet. Then…then I faced Gareth Cason. And you know what happened? I STILL PROVED THAT I’M THE BEST THERE IS. I walked into a title defense in only my third match here in Omega Wrestling Alliance, and I took Gareth Cason to his absolute limit. If I had had even just a little bit more fuel, if the fumes from my tank had been able to burn just a little bit longer, I’d be in a completely different match for Burning Sky…but here I am. No, I’m not facing Tarah Nova as the defending champion, no I’m not competing for one of the champioships, no I’m not defending my now nonexistent undefeated streak against some other unfortunate son of a bitch…but I am on the card. I’m on the card, and across the ring from me this Sunday is not one man, but five. Interestingly enough, three of these men I’ve already faced. For three of these men, I’ve already broken ground on their mental graves. For three of these men, fate has decided to be an even crueler mistress than usual, because after Sunday night at Burning Sky, those three men will learn that the life they were granted after their in ring deaths is gonna end in even MORE DEATH. These men are already battered, already bruised, already mentally slain after stepping into the ring with. I don’t know if management is just really, really trying to get rid of these guys by putting them through the ringer, but fact of the matter is, apparently I’m not done with them…but soon enough, I will be.”

“Jamal, Judas, Zak…I’m not a man to underestimate anybody. After my match with Gareth, I’d be a fool to. But what it comes down to is that ever since the last time I faced the three of you, none of you have done anything even remotely impressive. Judas and Zak, you both fell to the same man I did…but you didn’t put up nearly the fight I did. Gareth Cason walked in the same way he walked out of those matches – not just with his championship, but with the mindset that the men he faced were below him. You two proved him right. When Gareth Cason faced me? His mindset couldn’t have been more different. He walked into that match his usual overconfident self, but he and I both know his mindset as he left it. He walked from the ring, made it backstage, and in his mind, he thought about how he retained by the skin of his teeth. He thought about how if Miles Taylor had just managed to be a second faster on just one or two moves, the whole complexion of the match would’ve changed. Gareth Cason now understand what the rest of the world understands – there is a MASSIVE talent discrepancy between the two of you, and myself. But don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you, Jamal King – how could I forget about such a level of mediocrity? That’s another thing that separates me from the OWA fans…I still, for whatever reason, remember you’re here. I remember, because I haven’t had as much fun in a wrestling ring as the time I almost dismembered you on live television. I remember smiling, I remember the adrenaline coursing through my veins, and I guarantee if you go back and watch the tapes, you’ll see the light in my eyes burn even brighter as my grip on your shoulder blades got even tighter, because if your friends from The Unchained hadn’t stormed the ring? Your arm wouldn’t be attached to your body, it’d be hoisted up on a mantel somewhere in my home.”

“King, you’re probably the one with the most to lose in this scenario – this is your time. This is your shot at redemption, this is your opportunity to really show that your words, your message, has merit. You get the chance to show that your preachings aren’t empty, and that your journey isn’t in vain. But it’s heartbreaking, because without even stepping in the ring, it’s evident that it is – vain. It’s almost as vain as the true reason for why you preach your ‘gospel’, which is to do nothing but enhance yourself. But hey, we’ve been down that road before, and it ended in me almost incriminating myself for assault on air. Not that I would’ve minded going to prison for that, because man, what a story, huh? Instead, I’m now gonna take this opportunity to address the other two men in this match that, quite frankly, I’m not all that familiar with – Bull Conners and Sonny Levitt.”

“Sonny, you’re story is…it’s something. A man just trying to bring peace to a violent world, and just when you though the world was giving you nothing but torment, you found out why you were in the predicament you were in – to learn the art of wrestling. It’s a heartwarming tale, yet unfortunately, the ending couldn’t be any more different. This story doesn’t end with Sonny Levitt, protagonist and hero to all, walking off into the sunset as the man who brought the peace that preached about. No, this story ends with a classic bait and switch – the torment you thought the world was dealing you with your van broke down? It never really ended. It was merely prolonged, delayed, to this moment right now – this match that you’re about to step into, and within that ring, you’re gonna come face to face with the physical embodiment of torment itself here in the OWA – ME. That peace you desperately desire? Doesn’t exist. The only way to achieve peace is to earn it for yourself, to fight for it – it has to be defined for you, and you can’t give it to the entire world. For example, my inner peace? I find it in the silence of my opponents, my victims, once a match is over. I’m so into my own thoughts of inner peace, I sometimes don’t even hear the bell ring, the referee telling me to stop the match, and the ring announcer declaring me the victor – I just relish in the sound of nothing I’ve established for myself after a job well done. Sonny, I admire your spirit…it’s just unfortunate I have to break it.”

“Bull…Conners. ‘The Unbreakable’. Just from your nickname alone, I understand why many people think we’re rather different. You think I can’t break your mind? Your spirit? Your body? If you honestly have those beliefs, you haven’t been paying attention. If you have those beliefs, you’re a fool, Bull. If you still have those beliefs, then just like the belief of every man that has come before you, I have to shatter them – leaving the shards on the ground in the very spot where I conquer you. I don’t care how much you can run your mouth, I don’t care how much of a stud you were in collegiate wrestling, the fact of the matter is is that now you’re in my realm, and while you’re definitely no stranger to professional wrestling, I can tell by how you carry yourself that see this as just another conquest, one that you’re more than suited for. Oh…oh how wrong you are, Bull. The phrase is “never grab a bull by the horns”, but Conners, I’m giving you a spoiler: your horns are exactly what I’m aiming for. I’m gonna grab you by the horns, and I’m gonna tear them clean off the sides of your head. Then, I’m gonna take one, and I’m gonna lodge it in your jugular. I’m gonna watch as the air and blood both escape from your neck, and leave you as a gasping soul in the fetal position. But I won’t let you suffer too long, because after a couple of seconds, I’m gonna take the other horn, and I’m gonna drill it into your skull. In front of God and everybody, live on pay-per-view, I’m gonna take that extra step that I haven’t done with any other competitor I’ve faced before you. Instead of just giving you a mental lobotomy, altering your mind forever – I’ll give you an actual one. And while I understand you don’t have literal horns, don’t think my words don’t have weight – if I have to dig with my own fingernails into your cranium to turn you into a fucking vegetable, I’ll do it. You’re not gonna bully me into staying out of your way, I wanna run with you, and when that bell rings? You better believe you won’t be the only one seeing red.”

“This Sunday at Burning Sky, I don’t care how many of you I have to pin. Bull, Judas, Zak, Sonny, Jamal…each and every one of you, regardless of nicknames or your individual wills to win, will either

BREAK…OR BE BROKEN!”

Just posting this so I don't suck the most.

(Miltiades’s generals line a wall. They look on as they figure out who they will recruit into their platoon. A crowd below them circles many combatants as they test their resolve against one another to show that their training has shown progress. A Trial by combat has been set for tonight, and they know how to find out if they’re truly are on par with the General’s. Aren, Fenix, and Fenrir all look down on them, tearing apart their stances, prowess, and tactics. All having a good laugh, all finding out they need work, but all in all they just know the expectation set upon them. Once they make it to the top they must fight a general that is interested in having them in their platoon, or in rare occurrences they just go ahead and choose them for they know that they have a purebred of terror. Miltiades looks on, bored, he could be training, but he has to sit and watch these on goings. As one combatant fells another one his sighs grow larger and larger.)

Every week we do this. Every week I see the same people come and try their best, and every week I see their best become their worse. It’s like clockwork, no matter how many lessons you can pound into their heads, no matter how many opportunities you can give them, you can never teach experience. And if it’s something you can’t teach, it’s something they can never learn. Yet they think everything we can give them in an opportunity to learn. When really it’s just another day for them to sit back and take a beating.

(As Miltiades finishes saying that the match ends after one of the combatants makes the other give up. The crowd cheers, Fenix and Fenrir both laugh, and Aren just shakes his head in disappointment. The final starts and one of the generals comes down from the balcony. The match begins.)

And soon when they do come to fruition that they think they’re ready. It shows me many facts that they aren’t. The power that they were able to hold over many, the power that got them to where they are now. The power that they took with them hoping that someone wouldn’t have the same amount or even a slim greater is what’s going to be their downfall. And then what’s an even funnier fact is they don’t know this until the last part of their influential run. And then they fall, as all people who see their skills do.

(With that said the recruit is taken down by the general and beaten. He gives, it was swift, it was quick, no one saw it coming, but everyone expected it. Like a horrible accident they couldn’t take their hands off of it. Fenrir was smiling, Fenix was disappointed, Aren just had a stone expression. It was a tale as old as time in this camp, those with an opportunity squander because they are unsure.)

And then we start this up again tomorrow. A countdown clock to the same result. Fenrir goes and trains and trains, and a new group thinks their ready. Fenix teaches them tactics, and make sure that they can overcome a general or die trying. Aren, Aren just looks on trying to impart wisdom, but due to him being so new here, they won’t listen. A select few who do have almost made it, with only one actually being a general. Put people don’t recognize it, they see it as a fluke, and from there we begin the cycle. A new cycle, but an old outcome. This is what you need to realize with all the training and labor. All the Old Guard, all the people who have held on to the bitter end have become replaceable by the New Guard. That’s who the generals are, they are the new elite, the new recruits that have shown their abilities to be that of the greats. And have been awarded as such, with battle against their predecessors. And with them, a new expectation has rose. And people want to be like them, while the old guard can do nothing but look out and just follow their orders. It’s as simple as that.

(As the trainees leave some still clamoring saying that it was so close, showing their naivety to it all, the generals speak among each other, some praising the other for weeding out another weakling. Fenrir walks to them is all smiles and pats the victor on his back. He praises them for taking his teachings with stride. Aren and Fenix look on and wait for the outflux of people to leave. Miltiades still sits in his chair.)

But that’s what wrong with this place now. And in many instances that’s what wrong with every other place. No one wants to be bypassed by a New Guard. Everyone wants to still sit on a seat of arrogance and suffering due to their own ties. It’s with these thoughts these oversimplifying thoughts and then really have the audacity to want to keep going. People look at them not as relics but as the bar, and then when they are finally passed it become some sort of blasphemous action. It’s because now they’re afraid that their time is up, that their time is one thing that’s going to go now that they have no idea how to cope. That when a young person finally succeeds them it’s drains them of all wonder and they always think why them. They pity themselves and instead of going about trying to help the newer generation succeed they want to play history and live up to their past, that past that has shown others that they are indeed relics of an old society. And that no matter what they do, no matter how quickly they want to get between them and time, they’re going to keep doing the same shit on a different day.

I’m not here to prove anything. Senn is trying to prove that he can keep up with me, that he can do all I can do but better, but we all know that’s not true. He’s carried on by his own personal vendetta against Nas, a man who he says has been in his side longer than anything. But honestly if you are still holding on to that fantasy that Nas is your greatest rival, then how the mighty has certainly fallen. It’s something that you need to get your act together with. I’m not replacing you as Nas’s new rival, no I’m building my own god damn spot as a contender, as someone this industry will be willing to place on the back of, but your spotlight, your own spotlight that you’ve had on you for so long is finally starting to narrow, and you’re afraid. You’re scared of what’s going to happen next, and honestly if you keep this up what will happen is you will fade in obscurity and fade in the background while I become the best, while I continue to show everyone why the fuck the New Guard is here to stay. Senn, you want to be credited as Nas’s greatest Rival? You can have it, because I’ll have that title, I’ll have the glory, and then I will be the bar that even you will have to measure up to. No qualms about it, you want the arbitrary title of greatest rival, but what I want, is that belt. What I want is the glory, and god dammit Senn, you’re not getting in my way again!

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Two

(TyAnna is in a quiet corner of a non-disclosed city. In the night street lights are the only thing illuminating her in the middle of street.)

You always go back to the same things. You cling to the same shortcomings that I’ve already eclipsed. The facts don’t lie but you seem to have a compulsive need to lie to yourself and escape the reality of what’s coming for you this Sunday. You may be able to convince yourself, and possibly everyone else, but you will never make me doubt my ability to take your title and call it mine. I have made no attempts at running from the fact that Savannah Sunshine is the Queen of the Ring and I’m not. But Savannah has never pinned me, she has never made me tap out. Neither has Natasha Night, Jessica Rose, Megan Harper, even you. But I’ve beaten you and I can tell that eats away at you. The perfect heir to the Vendetta throne beaten by a nobody from Philadelphia. My only claim to fame, that I was trained by veteran whose first big match ended with a life altering injury. Well Roxxy, just because I don’t have wrestling in my blood doesn’t mean I’m not genetically superior to you in the squared circle. I’m bigger, I’m stronger, I’m faster, and I hit harder. I am better than you in every way but you don’t want to go home to mommy and daddy and face the fact that you weren’t able to live up to the standards they set for you! So what do you do? You fall back on that legacy and you desperately try to find a way to slip out of every situation with your championship still in your hands but in Las Vegas you seem to forget that I have an ace up my sleeve.

You say that the personal vendetta between us is a lie. Do you know what I have to say to that? Maybe you’re right. When you attacked Tomazeya on Kingdom maybe it wasn’t just an attempt to overwhelm the emotional stakes in this match. Maybe it was a practical part of this strategy. As you said that you are willing to break the rules to be victorious by any means necessary it echoed a familiar ideology that I’ve tried not to resort to in my short career. I’m the Guardian of Love so the idea of cheating or trying to injure my opponent is not an ideal method towards success. But I am my teacher’s student.

(Light tapping is heard as Tomazeya steps into frame.)

Tomazeya: You were trained by the Macabre Kid himself.

Hello Roxxy. Did you believe that a shot to the back of the head would be enough to remove me from this picture? Even if I’m crippled, Tomi Venus doesn’t die. My career was not built on my athleticism or physical prowess, it was built on intelligence and cruelty. I manipulated my way to success through fear and underhanded tricks. Unfortunately my body didn’t hold up to the glory I tried to burden. My students however are physical specimen.

TyAnna, you are kind hearted and noble. I know that you may have used your physical abilities to overcome your opponents without resorting to barbaric tactics, but that won’t always be the case. Especially in this scenario. So if you want to make sure Sweet Roxxy doesn’t find a way to cheat you out of this opportunity we may need to use some of my methods.

TyAnna: Understood… But if I’m willing to act in such an ugly fashion am I really any more worthy of the OWA Women’s Championship?

Tomazeya: Why wouldn’t you be? If you go to the same lengths as your opponent and beat them then that just goes to show you’re more worthy of the victory. There’s no reason to limit yourself. With this much on the line this isn’t a friendly competition, you have to be willing to go to war if you want to be a champion. That’s what’s kept Roxxy as champion for as long as she has. If you let go and go full force with everything else you’ve used to dominate your competition up until this point then Vendetta won’t stand a chance. Not to mention you’ll have me on the outside to assist you if things get really ugly. This is your match to win. This is your moment to take and write your legacy in stone until the end of time.

TyAnna: You’re right. If I’m going to be the OWA Women’s Champion and be the Protector of Beauty then I’ll have to be the one to resort to ugliness. There’s no way to remove trash like Roxxy from the throne without getting my hands dirty. There’s nowhere left to run. A new champion will be crowned at Burning Sky, I promise it. To restore beauty and honor to the Goddess division to lead us into the era of Odyssey with the grace and power we deserve.

'YOUR WHORE' August 25th 2018, 12:02 pm by R ☆ D | C ☆ L

"YOUR WHORE" | ☆ | OWA [OLYMPUS] #002 | ☆ | CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT [BURNING SKY] #002 | ☆ | TALLEY #1551

R A D | C A L

" Y O U R W H O R E "

Hold on, let me light this...

AH, that's better. Loving you is easy to do.

Omega, Wrestling, Alliance... your lips are pressing against mine. Breathing down my neck... your hands slowly sneaking inside my shirt; tisk, tisk. Making out is a naughty thing. And I'm Catholic. Look, this isn't my first time, or yours- but I have to warn you, I'm a little bit of a radical...

BUUTTTTT, if you can accept me for who I am- I have a really good feeling about us. Now down to brass tax. Or thumbs tacks? Let's get kinky. Olympus is now the home I call place... I mean- the place I call home. And don't think I haven't done my homework about my new home. You've embraced me with open arms, and hey, they're cozy. Still, I can't help but point out the obvious. Yes Nobi is here... he's a legend. Sweet Roxy has already taken over the ladies, with Jupiter and Tarah Nova still forces in their own right. You've got Virgo, Cason, Sabertooth, Rose, and Sunshine. Those are the main players- maybe a few more. Maybbbe I left someone out? Let's go over some observations. These are strictly things I've noticed with no bias or preconceived notions of any kind... okay... ready? Herrrrrreeeee we go!

The first is fairly obvious- Burning Sky? As opposed to a not burning sky? Okay, okay, let's call it tangerine. Didn't someone do that already? I joke, I kid- what? Not allowed to poke fun at the establishment? Fine. I'll behave... sort of. Onto the next ob- OH MY GOD! Is that KENNY DRAKE PLAYING WITH WOLVES? IT IS!? I don't know how Nate Cage feels about being called a wolf, but it's still adorable on the back end. Miltiades- you know what, sit this one out. Heart and Seoul, aww the play on words and country issss fuuuuckinngg- nauseating! There I said it. Let's get serious for a minute...

CM Nas- The big belt, ay? Do you use polish? Is it a delicate relic of what used to be, still shimmering on your shoulder like the little league trophy on your top shelf that no one was allowed to touch? I like it- and you... ya know, a real Championship pedigree... in fact, you call yourself the Championship hoarder, don't you? That's such a creative name. I mean, who could have ever come up that!? Oh, anyone? SHHIIIT!

Well, no judging here. Instead, I think you should really embrace it. Hoard to your hearts desire. Collect more championships than you can carry at one time, hell, than you can even fit in your little league trophy room. Why? Because I don't give a fuck about little league. Half the kids lie about their age, and the other half suck. Which half are you? Little bit of both? Okay- I have a confession to make. When I saw you walk by at OWA Headquarters with that belt... I had a daydream. Your long eyelashes batting at me, looking up in pure unadulterated adornment... pupils filled with love and wonderment... on your knees... handing it to me. Then you whispered something...

"I'm your whore..."

That was quick, even for me. I like hook ups as much as the next- but, dayyymmmmnnn. We barely even know each other, but even in a fantasy you already had a place in mind. At my feet. The whispers inside my head played a familiar tune. You appealed to me in the daydream on a deeper level than either of us were expecting. It was almost primal. Psychiatric in tone but so real- almost sexual. Nova doesn't have to know. What was it? This familiar perception that felt so... wrong? Desperation: You sad miserable fuck. Like an old friend you aren't sure if you're happy to see. Dragging down any motivation to hold on to that trophy. So you were clawing. Through a desolate and dry metaphorical desert with no end in sight. Dust storms blinding your eyes. Heat sapping the distant memory of comfort that had taken you this far. I'm sure at that moment all you could think about was home. A cool leather recliner. The one you always sat in. In the den, with football on in the background, and something savory with ice on the coaster...

Alas, inside this daydream, no such coasters exist. No delicious daiquiri's; or way to chill whatever to its premiere temperature. Only the miserable realization that you somehow allowed this to happen. A relative 'newb' to waltz in and seduce your sensibilities with word tricks and wanting glares. The blame game snuggling in between the tiny spots of space that doubt didn't already occupy in your fluffy head. Have you ever tasted dirt when there's no saliva left in your mouth? Dirt at all? Don't. It will leave you heaving in the middle of a place you never wanted to be. When you look up at the nothing ahead and recall to your ears all you left behind it will be lonely. They say when you get dehydrated that you can hallucinate. In this daydream, you didn't see a mirage of water to drink. You saw your parents. Walking toward you... with this- look. You couldn't shake it. So you convinced yourself that it wasn't real. Thinking everything in the daydream imagery was somehow one cheap parlor trick after another that a diminished body could not answer for after being sapped by fake desert heat. Tormenting thoughts never aligned enough to cover what you needed to make it out... alive. Burns all over your stomach. Finally, after days of walking, you had given in and completely collapsed. In the middle of a poorly planned exit. Looking up at me with teary eyes, handing me the shimmering trophy you held closest. A hoarder gift to a radical.

And your parents? Their evaporating ghosts of sand and regret paled in this light. Too bright to see through. An eclipse illuminating the stale desert dwelling leftovers. Maybe your parents knew then what I have only recently come to realize; freedom is cauterized by a humble walk. Something I know so well, but that you seem in your egotistical nonsense to have never learned. Whether a desert loneliness destined for less, or many foes who tried to annihilate me once upon a time... none ever finished the job. Maybe the daydream mirage was just a product of what happens in that place, under those circumstances. But it left you with a mission. Something to do before all the walls come crumbling down after you realize that you can't hold on anymore. Give up.

Within the journey of metaphor many parts exist. Not just the parental delusions. That part was deep rooted from before you could ever comprehend its meaning; analyze the foundation of a better life, or a worse one. Other parts were separate, still, it all tied together in the same package... with the same bow. I enter OWA at a time where the deck is reshuffled with bits of new talent added to the plain names of old. I will do what I was told could not be done. Beat the Champion in record time. Proud is the part of me that still cares what anyone else thinks. Now, the sky opens up. Months of a dusty spiral of my own metaphor of uncertainty; an open plain I would have to walk through; crawl to survive in; get out of... much like you- but, unlike you... giving up just isn't in my DNA...

But hey, they are just observations- a simple daydream by a guy who has barely walked through the door. Parts to a whole that may not fit, in a puzzle that may not ever be finished. Parts are just that, parts. By themselves one may mean little: but parts complete the whole. You don't corner someone in this state; but here I am, taking my shot and watching the piss dribble out of your pantleg. Tell me to stop. That I have to earn my keep before I run my mouth. My ears can't take in calls to listen. Hearing becomes selective. It disgusts even me. CM Nas maybe you shouldn't waste time trying to find ways to tear at the parts, my parts. But, I will at yours. Meanwhile, the whole is standing right in front of you, assembled. All I'm doing is sticking your nose into a filthy tape vault beneath OWA Headquarters- but there is no tape there of me... the way to prepare for this man, this fucking radical. He, who has been to hell and back. Who has heard the cries for mercy, but listens not. The shamble you will leave behind is called the World Heavyweight Championship. The body I leave behind will be called CM Nas.

So OWA- sounds pretty much like we will be besties. Skipping through the park, holding hands, on our way to Neverland. Well, at least on our way to somewhere which is more than I can say for a lot of these pathetic excuses for wrestling Organizations. We can take a trip together... OOOOOOoooOOoooOoo when can we start?! When I drop into Burning Sky? When I poke whoever is Champion after between the eyes?

The wait is excruciating.

"YOUR WHORE..."

Jessica’s Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 7: ‘Vento Aureo’

“Do you think I’m making the right decision, Faye? Putting my friend with Savannah on the line, all for one more title shot. I guess you’re right, it’s my decision on if this is the right choice or not. I’m no longer a girl sent by you to learn on an excursion.”

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(Jessica’s camcorder begins to roll as we see her in front of the camera. She lets out a deep breath as you can hear the sound of nervousness in her voice before she begins to speak.)

I didn’t think this is how far I would go to return back to the Women’s TItle contention but what’s done must be done and the ring of opportunity, the chance to slingshot back to the Women’s Title. To be back to where I was at Hardcore Havoc, it was the biggest fall from grace for me Savannah. You were there as well, the disappointment of being so close but yet so far from the Women’s Title. Have you been in the position I was in? The long road through that tournament, having beaten everyone but to fall in the finals, it’s something you will never understand Savannah. The concept of getting so close, only to have it ripped from your hands right at the end!

(Jessica looks away from the camera for a bit as you can see her try to shake the nervousness out.)

It’s only when you reach the highest point of the mountain only to fall down will you realize why I’m doing all this. I’ve grown up from being a wide-eyed girl with only the want to learn about this business. No more candy, none of that if it means to get back to the title picture. Savannah I’m done with sugary cheerful stuff if it means to be back on top and competing with the best! We’ve gone through the worst of times and the best of times but I guess all of that will be put to rest if it means to get that ring around your finger. Think of this last time you will see me like this, after everything I will put all this to rest but for now, the Jess you know will be locked away until Burning Sky will be over. It’s what has to be done, Savannah! This is the only I know for sure that I can truly make the moment top without any failures! I’ll throw away everything that makes me a part of the sugar girls! For all this, to become champion it’s going to worth it to throw a side of me that’s held me down.

(Jessica’s face begins to show a look of seriousness as she seems to accept the consequences this match will bring.)

You just have the ring to lose if you were defeated, Savannah. If I don’t win then all of this will be all worthless, I will have thrown away an unbreakable friendship all for nothing! Do you understand what I’m saying Savannah?! I’m giving up everything for this shot, this is what the pursuit of the title will do to me! You’ll see what happens when someone who nothing to lose faces you, who has everything to lose at Burning Sky!

(Jess takes one deep breath and lets it out before turning off the camera.)

Burning Sky Promo #1: “Shall We Dance?”

(Word Count: 1,494)

*Gareth Cason leaves the airport in a hurry and opens the doors to Las Vegas. He decides to take a walk down the busy street of the Sin City, surveying buildings and landscapes. Companies and casinos. Places that have just began to open their doors and places that have existed for as long as many can remember. He takes it all in with a deep breath*

Gareth: Tarah… Admittedly, at first I didn't know the fate of my Television title. I saw you pin David Fierce at Boiling Point and immediately found myself with the conundrum of facing another solid veteran of the business. Someone who has forged their own legacy beyond a shadow of a doubt and looks to put the finishing touches on their run toward guaranteed hall of fame status. It started with CM Nas, your beloved, in only the second match of my pro wrestling career. He tapped out to the dream killer. Then, then there was Stark, another man who had already forged his legacy. He was pinned by Pull the Plug. I realized quickly that no matter what sort of legacy my opponent has made for themselves, the entire Outlook is such that I have been able to outwit, outlast, and outgun every single one of them. Tarah, you step into the ring with that man on Sunday night.

*Gareth continues walking, still observing the majesty of Las Vegas, he smirks as he sees a promotional poster of Burning Sky near a casino. He points to the poster and chuckles*

Gareth: You may think, Tarah, that on Sunday I step into your territory. The match IS anything goes is it not? Doesn't matter what we do to each other, as long as one of us says 'I Quit’ by the end of the match. As long as one of us is beaten to the point that we know we risk our careers if not lives shall we continue. That is where we are Tarah. We have gotten to the point, with only two eye to eye meetings, one right after Boiling Point, and one on the Olympus the Friday thereafter, and with not seeing each other once besides then up until this point, we are going to beat the ever living hell out of one another until one of us Quits. I'm sure you've been watching me, Tarah. I'm sure you've watched me take down every single challenger put in front of me. I'm sure you have watched me become the champion with the most successful defenses in OWA history. I'm absolutely sure you've seen all of it. I have put my title and legacy on the line week after week ever since you were announced as my contender for Burning Sky. Week after week I conquered, I dismantled, I destroyed, and I proved, like I have since I arrived here, beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am the most dangerous player in the world of Omega Wrestling Alliance. I thought I was the cocky and delusional one here until I heard you, Tarah. You repeatedly wrote checks with your mouth that your resumé just does not cash. You called yourself the hands down MASTER of the game we play? While vague, I can only assume that you mean either hardcore wrestling or wrestling in general. And I'm inclined to believe the latter thanks to the cadence of your piece. In that case, you are definitely not A master, let alone THE master of wrestling. The last time I stood across someone in a match with no rules was against Clinton Stone. You remember how that went do you not, Tarah? I beat him so bad the referee deemed him unfit to continue. THAT is dangerous. I don't know or care what your definition of dangerous is, by my definition of the word, that performance was sure as hell dangerous. See Tarah, there is a huge many differences between you and I, chief among them being that every single thing I have ever said I have backed up IN THE RING, WITH MY PERFORMANCE, WITH MY TALENT. You sit and blather on about walking through hell with a smile and think that will deter me. Resiliency, of course is commendable Tarah. But your body isn't the same as it was when your career began, through the battles and trials, it has worn down, you needed Kenny Drake to willingly give up the match between you so that you could win it. You are not the same woman you used to be, the youthful vigor and bubbly resilience once fades into a sunset of deteriorating limbs and multiple concussions. Think about your kids, Tarah. Think about them… do they want to see what Gareth Cason is going to do to mommy? Because whether they watch it on the OWA network or see your beaten body when you arrive home to them, they will see their mother a shell of what she was.

*Gareth cracks his neck, before sitting down on a bench and producing the Television title out of his luggage, he slings it over his shoulder and looks intensely into the camera. A sinister sneer on his face as his nostrils flare and his lips curl. He looks to the camera with this face*

Gareth: On Sunday Tarah, you do not only step into a squared circle with the finest fighter in OWA. You step into a place where you think you have an advantage, when, again, you aren't thinking it over correctly. I can do anything I want to you, don't you realize that Tarah? The no rules don't just extend to you, Ms. Shockcollar, they also extend to Gareth Cason. The Living Arsenal, the instrument of violence, the man who has been defeated only one time in eleven matches, the man who has been a fighting and defending champion since capturing it in June. The man who has had their championship for the least amount of time and still has the most successful defenses. If you think my defenses were luck, you sincerely have not been paying attention. Each time I have pinned my opponents clean, in the ring, one… two… three… Tarah, I'm not scared of saying 'I Quit’ to you… Because I know it's not going to happen. You haven't gotten into anyone's head and while I am angry, it's not about the thought of me losing, no… it's about the thought that you think you don't have to try. You admitted that I'm great, then you said that my victories were luck… you said you're the best Tarah, I want to see the best. I want everything you have, I want every single drop of blood that lies within your veins, I want every single bit of adrenaline that is running through you. I want ALL of that determination and grit that you have become famous for and so proudly hang your hat on. You must understand, to beat Gareth Cason, you must survive what your husband couldn't, what Stark couldn't, what Bull Connors COULD NOT SURVIVE. Because Tarah, I know I'm a better in ring, on mat wrestler than you… and on Sunday, at Burning Sky, in front of the entire OWA universe. I'm going to prove that I'm a better hardcore wrestler than you too. It's time to pass the torch, and it's time for me to claim the throne from the queen of Hardcore. When the lights shine bright, when the people pack the seats, I have never been beaten. A Pay Per View has been my specialty since I made it here. I AM Mr. Here it Is… I am the future of professional wrestling. And as hard as you can hit, a man with actual knockout punching power and the Red Ceremonial Praciats to prove my extensive martial arts acumen. I can hit harder than you, but I do agree with you Tarah… you deserve this match, you really do. You have earned beyond a shadow of a doubt a shot at my title. A shot at the baddest man on the planet, the man who will be walking INTO Burning Sky with the Television Title around his waist, and walking OUT OF Burning Sky with the exact same Title, and the only thing changed… I'll have made Tarah Nova utter the words… 'I Quit’.

So go on Tarah…

Take your shot…

Take your shot at me, my title, my legacy and my empire.

But don't you dare fucking miss…

Because you're not fighting a normal man, not a normal fighter, and surely not a normal wrestler…

You're fighting a man… that's… LEGIT. FUCKING. DANGEROUS.

*Gareth chuckles once again, leaning back on the bench before his face changes to a smirk. He relaxes on the bench for a moment, then hops up, putting his title back in his bag and continuing his jog as the camera fades to black*

What does it mean to be an iron man? Is it the strength that a man possesses that sets him apart from the others? The resolve that stretches him past the limits that were foreseen before them? The unmatched physical ability to withstand whatever carnage was delivered unto them? A mixture of all three that has created the visage of perfection that would be known as the standard bearer and face of the entire company that everything would be placed behind? I believe that all of those things are gifted unto a person that has one thing inside of them… passion.

Passion is what has become a driving force in this business and the moment that the flames of passion have smothered away into smoldering ashes that produce nothing but glowing embers of what used to be, defeat is imminent. Passion is the foundation that builds upon the traits of strength, resolve, and physical tolerance to become the iron man that has been desired especially in this match of the namesake. With all of that being said, there is no man on this planet that has the passion that I hold in my heart for this industry. No person can make the claim that they hold a passion in their heart that rivals mine, one that would scorch the world into a wasteland of anguish until whatever goal was set before me was made, and that’s why this battle at Burning Sky will be nothing more than a failed attempt of shattering me to the point of walking away from Nevada with my head hung low in defeat and humiliation. Miltiades has a talent that most men would only aspire to hold onto in the speed of his strikes, the technique that he possesses, the viciousness that could match the most violent of animals, but he doesn’t hold that passion that would set him apart from every other talented individual whose spotlight ends up fading over time. I’ve grown experienced with the name of Miltiades, having stood in the ring with him in battle that led to my defeat before, but this will soon be rectified on my path to being known as the next Omega Heavyweight Champion when I rip everything away from CM Nas that he has built since the great exodus that took place. How shall I attain this victory however? How will I become the iron man in our match at Burning Sky? The simple trait of passion that I have held in my heart will bring me into a state where my endurance will outlast whatever destruction that you desire to cast upon my body, a strength that shall be brought out of me the likes that you have never been able to experience when facing against me, and a vicious nature that will make even you cringe at the sight of it. Passion is what shall bring me to the end of this long ordeal with you in that ring with my hand raised in the air with a victory after victory after victory attached to my name where the odds of you battling back the inevitable will be insurmountable. Miltiades doesn’t have passion that will bring him to the end because the only thing that he has a passion for is the green dollars that line his pockets and the glittering gold that he hopes to have on his shoulder in an attempt to rule as the emperor of this entire company, a goal that I can relate to that has led me to victory in my own time. However, I’ve learned that the avaricious nature that brings forth those goals are nothing more that fleeting desires that shall turn the gold and green into a bland absence that greatens the void. Miltiades harbors this desire for vengeance based upon what? The greed that led him towards the tantalizing flavor of championship gold until the desire withers away because he lost his championship match at Boiling Point? CM Nas has been the bane of my existence in this world of professional wrestling LONG before the inception of Omega Wrestling Alliance and the only man that is worthy of being able to strip that gold from his clutches is the one that he made a rival out of my doing the same to him MANY times over!

However, this is why we have to decide upon which man between us is the iron man. People have already chalked up this idea into their mind that Miltiades has succeeded me, that I have become past my prime to the point that my moment to challenge and vanquish CM Nas in a war for the Omega Heavyweight Championship has passed me by, and even to the point with a retired failure telling me that my one-track mind is what cost me our prior encounter. With that being said, I’m not a man of forgiveness that won’t let crimes that have been committed unto me be just brushed underneath the rug like Miltiades’ mentor might have let happen. I have a sense of belief that wrongs should be punished and the wrongs of CM Nas that he has done towards me, depriving me of the championship glory that I had deserved for months because of his own selfish desires, and this match will be the first step I take towards making that punishment be realized. I’ll fight you for 30 minutes, an hour, three hours, an entire DAY if it means that I walk out with the world looking towards me as the next person in line to challenge CM Nas and have the moment that I have been searching for my entire time here in OWA. Miltiades, this is where our war ends. No more chances, no more opportunities for you to keep pressing for that championship to be given to you, this is where it all ends. I’ll fight you until both of our bodies are broken and, even when that happens, I shall exceed past my broken form to put the final nail in the coffin on your plan to succeed me. There is no successor to me and no one will take my place and Burning Sky, it will be the destination where that fact will become known to all. Mark my words, I will have the revenge that I seek and if you intend to remain in my path, I have no choice but to end this pursuit of yours with the utmost humiliation. I don’t want to make a promising talent to have their body misshapen and disfigured until unrecognizable, but you’ve brought this on yourself. If you want to keep chasing this fantasy that has brought you to this point, walk with caution as you remember the words of a man that has started all of this.

Test me not.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) August 23rd 2018, 4:38 pm by Sweet Roxy

“Mother always told me to not limit your ambitions. Even if you already have what you’ve always wanted, always remember that there’s still so much to take away from others. Never settle.”

That personal vendetta is a lie. Your claim to be the best in the ring is a lie. Just like your “undefeated streak” is a lie. At least I have the balls to admit my miscalculations coming into a match against you, while you delude yourself into painting this picture where you’re an unbeatable competitor to cover the fact that you were nothing but an embarrassing mess, especially back at Boiling Point. You didn’t win. Savannah did. You lost the match and you walked out of the event empty-handed, and despite that fact, you continue to convince me that you’re actually more than just a deluded halfwit who has gathered occasional wins against no-names to fluff her records, but in truth, I am not buying what you’re selling. So I would suggest to actually give me something to think about so I could picture you as a threat besides this generic answering machine of a response that you pose as a statement. Nothing about you screams dominance, and surely I am not taking notes on how to act like a Champion from someone who couldn’t even win the right to call herself a Queen. Then again, anyone could do that. I could come out to the ring right now and tell the world that I am the Queen of OWA and they would be kissing the ground that I walk on and listen to my every word, they already do anyway! They see the spawn of the Vendetta and the Heart Break Gal’s reincarnation, and they have no choice but to acknowledge that I coming in the ring and exercise my strength and power against these abominations that dare to say they’re better than me! That’s how impressionable our audience is! But Tyanna, a claim is different from validation, and the OWA Women’s Championship is the only stamp of approval that I need! I could lose a million forgettable matches, but when the bell rings and I have to defend what’s mine, the beast comes out to play and its too late when you realize that you’ve been robbed your opportunity when you least expect. The key to being Champion is remaining Champion… by all means necessary. I could cheat and use weapons without the officials seeing it, I could bash your face in, I could drain your strength and break your bones and make sure that you never fuck with me again, I would bend and break the rules without a second thought if it means securing my gold around my waist. “The end justifies the means” they always say, and I assure you that after I give a five-star performance at Burning Sky, they will all forget about any win that you have scored against me one night at Kingdom.

I am the wolf amongst the flock of sheep, you could flatter yourself and think that you are worthy of being taken seriously, but to me, that just means you’re a bigger prey to kill. You can’t pin the blame on me for what happened to your mentor, if there was anyone to blame for them getting hurt, then blame yourself for being a horrible student. Tell me, why did you bring him with you, to begin with? To have him see you compete and be proud of you? No. You brought him to get pity points from the fans and make them see that you’re not a cold-hearted robot unlike that bitch Sweet Roxy, and it completely backfired when you didn’t expect. You just couldn’t accept the fact that no one buys your bullshit, so the next best thing is to ensure that you have a shield from the criticisms… for the world to feel sorry for you that you’re a spineless whore incapable of elevating her career. By doing that, you knowingly endangered your mentor. You knowingly exposed them so the audience can feel bad about how much you’ve worked that you pretty much gave your mentor a stroke! And all I did was prove that I can easily put you in a situation where you’re vulnerable and helpless, and I succeeded... any other damage caused does not weigh on my conscience. If you want to punish anyone, punish yourself. But I have a feeling you won’t have to… I’ll gladly put you through all the physical and emotional damage that you deserve when we meet each other in the ring… I’ll gladly make you feel more distressed and hopeless by the end of it all when you realize that you have gone through so much trouble… only to get nothing in return.

VEGAS BABY!!! (Burning Sky Promo 2)

Las Vegas: Thursday, 23^rd August 2018

Chris is seen in a gym on a bench-press as Emily, his assistant walks in.

“Mr. Sabertooth? I apologize for the interruption but Mr. Hollywood is on his way to the hotel to meet you.” Said Emily.

“Rocky is in Vegas? Did he finally decide to take up my offer to return to wrestling?” Asked Chris jokingly as he places the weights back on the stand and sits up.

“Mr. Hollywood was out here to visit a client and when he got to know that you are also here, he decided to visit you." Said Emily.

“Client eh? Is Rocky planning to open a casino or a strip club here? Because I am all for that.” Said Chris. He stands up and puts a towel over his shoulders. “Well, I better get ready before he arrives. The Keys please.” Asked Chris as Emily hands his rom keys to him. “Oh… And buy a nice bottle of Red Wine, Pinot reserved preferably.” Said Chris before leaving for his room.

A little while later.

Chris dressed in a flashy red shirt arrives at the Hotel Lobby downstairs to find Rocky waiting for him at the Lounge.

“Important meeting eh?” Asked Chris as he walks in towards Rocky for a hug. Both men sit down.

“It was nothing. I just had to plan out the annual party for the Company that is coming up soon. This year especially after the performance all these people have put in.” Said Rocky.

“The great Rocky Hollywood has to do everything on a grand scale doesn’t he? Anyway, now that you’re here, you should stay till Sunday and attend Burning Sky. You can be at Ringside for my match though the term ringside for this one is a bit dodgy. I am sure you heard about my match with André Virgo.” Said Chris.

“Yeah… Yeah. He’s the guy with the beard, right? Sure… I heard all about it.” Said Rocky.

“You seriously cannot act. I mean, try making it not that obvious next time. But I don’t blame you. He’s not really an OWA regular per say. He’s from the Japanese promotion they partner with, SSW.” Said Chris.

“Oh yeah! Speaking of SSW… Didn’t you debut there like few weeks ago. I read a news piece on that. After all these years, I didn’t expect you to take the effort of travelling to Japan and being the mainstay there. So, what’s it like? I have seen a lot of Japanese wrestling to know what Strong Style is. And considering that it’s part of the name of the company, I am guessing it’s not that fun after the match.” Said Rocky with a smirk on his face.

“I guess you’re right. I have seen people getting seriously hurt due to this Strong Style trend there but honestly… That makes it more interesting to me. And the money is good…. I mean, really good but I am not surprised. I didn’t expect nothing less than being the top star there when I signed with them because Jacob Senn approached me and practically begged me to join.” Said Chris.

“Wait… Isn’t Jacob Senn the guy with the Socc-" Said Rocky but Chris interrupts by rapidly nodding. “Yeah, that’s him.” Said Chris.

“Oh yeah… I don’t think I will be able to make it for your event this weekend. I have some prior arrangements for me to take care off. You know, I would not say no to you unless I have a good reason. But anyway, tell me more about this André Virgo guy… Is he any good?” Asked Rocky.

“What do you think?” Said Chris sarcastically.

“Not good enough huh?” Said Rocky laughing.

“You already know… Nobody is.” Said Chris.

“True true… Hey, all I got to say is you do you. You show that guy that he ain’t shit. Everybody talks tough until they meet their maker. And boy, I don’t know how many people have talked a big game but have nothing to back it up with. This guy is probably no different. Should be a cake walk for you.” Said Rocky.

“It should be… But what if I add these two things to the mix. What would you feel about it then…. This guy is the SSW Junior Heavyweight Champion. Also, our match this Sunday is a Falls Count Anywhere.” Said Chris. Rocky begins laughing aloud after hearing this.

“This guy is fucked. IS the title on the line? I hope so because he’s going to get his ass whooped all over the arena.” Said Rocky.

“I wish… But he’s too much of a bitch to put the title on the line on American soil. You know what the funny thing is? He compared SSW and OWA to Major League and Minor League Baseball respectively. This man really believes that SSW is where it’s at. I mean, I know they have a great following and all. But to see what all OWA has accomplished over a short period of time is nothing to overlook. Sure, the Japanese people and those sweaty neckbeards illegally streaming it from America absolutely love the action and the style but it certainly appeals to a different market… You would know about that. It has its own appeal but OWA reaches out way further than that. It has all sorts of wrestlers and different styles and all that. SSW is no joke but neither is OWA as André Virgo would have everyone believe. So, for this man to come into my ring and make fun of a place I call home is absolutely insulting to me. If it wasn’t personal before, it is definitely so now. If SSW was already on the pedestal, why would Jacob Senn basically poach me from OWA if he wasn’t trying to scale up the company and its audience. Because we all know, my name on any card brings eyes to the product. It’s not like OWA is perfect either… With shitheads like Roy and Vernon still making terrible booking decisions on the weekly, but nobody can deny the mass appeal of the OWA brand. Heck, ever since I have debuted on OWA the show has only gotten better. It started off with Kingdom but now it has Olympus and soon to join, Odyssey. Now that I have stepped foot in SSW, I am sure that the popularity of the show will reach a new high. Oh, by the way Rocky, did you know that I happen to be from the same faction as this guy?” Asked Chris.

“What? Factions? They do factions there? That sounds pretty cool. But you guys are in the same faction?! Why the fuck are you guys even fighting then?” Asked Rocky.

“Okay, first of all, let’s not pretend we didn’t have our own differences back in the day. Do you even remember how our partnership began? That’s a funny story for later. Anyway, most people, yourself included, have had similar doubts leading up to Burning Sky. Heck, I read a fan theory, that almost made me puke, about our beef being a ruse. Like, why would we even come up with all of this for it all to be a ruse. Like André very keenly mentioned himself, Racer Smiles, a fellow Tres Comas Club member like us, challenged him for the SSW Junior Heavyweight Championship. I remember him calling this guy the strongest guy in SSW and how this guy is a powerlifting champion. I mean, no offense Racer Smiles, but you don’t look that strong to me. At 5’9” he probably one that thing in the Junior Heavyweight Category. Does powerlifting have those? Quite likely because this man, though strong, isn’t Christopher Sabertooth. I am reasonably strong apart from being the best god damn wrestler in the world. Not the best Junior Heavyweight… The best wrestler. So I don’t care what you did to Racer Smiles… I don’t care that you belong in the same faction as myself. There’s a reason why Jacob Senn needed me in SSW. There’s a reason why he signed me to a lucrative deal like he did. There’s a reason why the announcement was made at Domination and truly shocked the system. And there’s reason why Jaywalker calls me the future of Tres Comas Club and SSW and not André Virgo. Hey André, if you want to clap back and say that you’re the present… You’re THE guy to beat, then go ahead. That’s even better for me, because when I do beat you this Sunday, I can probably swoop in for a title shot or maybe you can just hand your title over to me. Oh… One more thing that he mentioned Rocky. He said my past accomplishments don’t mean a thing because he has never heard of these places. So, in a way, he’s actually disregarding your accomplishments in this business too.” Said Chris as Rocky is seen with a frown over his face.

“Who the fuck does he think he is? Andrew… Adrian… Asshole or whatever his name is probably lives in his own bubble. I mean, how long has SSW been here for? Six – seven months? What about OWA? Four or five, right? In the grand scheme of things, what are these few months compared to years of legacy? Sure, these companies are doing great but he was probably sucking on his mom’s tits when I was out there wrestling to make a name in this business. And same goes for you, Chris. Who fucking cares if he hasn’t heard about these places or the titles that we held. I don’t know who this man was until today but I am not a pussy to disregard his accomplishments, all but one of them that he has had so far in his pathetically short career.” Said Rocky agitatedly.

“Rocky… That last line was kinda a contradiction to what you said before but I digress. You have made your point! I don’t care either and I am glad that you feel that way too. This man was trying to get on my nerves and he almost succeeded. He made this personal and he will pay the price in blood, sweat and tears this Sunday. He can call his title the most important championship gold that exists in the business for all his heart’s desire. That just adds on to my credibility for when I beat you. SSW is the major league you say? Fine by me. When I beat your ass and send you back to Japan in a gurney, my stock in SSW will go through the roof as it already is. Matthew and all the other idiots will pile up like fodder and André is just one of them. Anyway, I have been working on my conditioning over the past two days so that I can perform at the highest level throughout the match. This fool thinks Falls Count Anywhere match is an advantage to him. Is this fool forgetting where I come from? You think wrestling for all these years is the only advantage I hold over you, André? I have been in a maximum-security prison before and I have gone through a lot worse than you can even imagine. If he believes his mind game swill work against me then he doesn’t know anything about Havoc or what that did to me. The mental state that I was in… You remember don’t you Rocky? I overcame all of that to stand before these people today and they still underestimate me. I mean, are you even paying attention at this point? I am the fucking man. That’s the reason I call myself the only REAL wrestler left in this industry. Because nobody else can walk in my shoes and be the same man after it. I did everything in my power to make it back to the ring and boy did it feel good to be back… And for this man to come out and disrespect my career… my accomplishments… For him to even doubt my ability is an absolute mockery of this business. I am the bar they compare every wrestler with. I am the man that they have dream matches for. I am the man who puts asses to seats! Who the fuck are you André? So, don’t you tell me about what company you consider elite over the either because I don’t fucking care! I will beat you to a pulp in an OWA ring or a SSW ring or back in the bingo halls of a fucking gym. I don’t care where we fight but just remember that the outcome will be same everywhere. André Virgo, you will never be better than me. I AM THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA. I will see you at your funeral this Sunday, at Burning Sky!” Said Chris passionately as Rocky Hollywood just blankly stares at him.

“Who are you talking to man? This is like the fifth time you’re doing this… And how do you always manage to get in a camera guy without me noticing it? I have so many fucking questions! That was good by the way.” Said Rocky.

“Thanks bud. You want to hit the bar? I might have finished the entire Wine bottle that I had ordered for the two of us upstairs.” Said Chris embarrassed by the scene he just created at the hotel lobby. The camera pans out to other guests from the hotel staring at them clueless to all that happened.

“That adds up. Let’s take my limo and go to a good pub. It’s Vegas baby! We better party before I head out.” Said Rocky as both men stand up and head towards the exit as the people around theme still stare at them.

“That was weird” Said the Hotel Manager as the scene ends.

Part One

Sweet Roxxy, I’m so sorry that everyone comes after you. It must be so hard having the entire women’s division against you. It’s almost like you have a target on your back for some reason. Maybe it’s because you’re the OWA Women’s Champion. This line of women here to take that belt away from you? That’s part of the deal. Roxxy, when I faced you last I didn’t promise to beat you because I have a personal… Vendetta against you. It’s because I’m here to prove why I’m the best, and it doesn’t matter what title you have around your waist. There is nobody in this division who is better than me so after Burning Sky I’m not going to sit on a pedestal and act like a victim when the competition comes for my belt! I'll beat each and every single one of them and continue to prove everything I claim to be right! You may be the princess of a wrestling dynasty, but being a princess isn’t the same as being a champion. A champion should be the best there is. Someone that nobody can pin and nobody can submit. As of right now I’ve never been pinned, I’ve never tapped out, but you’ve been pinned by me and in my mind all of those things together is more than enough justification for Viola DeMarco to give me such an important opportunity. I might have lost Queen of the Ring but I certainly didn’t mope or complain. I came out the next week and busted down the door to earn an even bigger and better opportunity. An opportunity that I can make sure won’t slip through my fingers like Queen of the Ring did because you won't be able to escape me.

So now you’re going to start taking me seriously? Now you understand how much of a threat I am to your place in this division and you’re going to come at me with everything you’ve got? I hope you’re not just feeding me bullshit because I was disappointed in our last encounter. I was expecting a respectable champion to take me to my limits and give me an opportunity to give the world an example of how far TyAnna Jupiter is willing to go to overcome any challenge to come out on top, but instead I was put in the ring with a pathetic coward. A coward who showed her true colors this past week when she attacked my disabled mentor from behind! Roxxy, this was about competition and being the best woman in our division, but you just had to go and make it personal…

You can put me through whatever hell you’re capable of but attacking someone who can’t even defend themselves!? That’s horrid! You’ve proven that deep down you are nothing more than an ugly excuse for a human being and as the Protector of Beauty and the Guardian of Love I take it upon myself to not only become the new Champion of the Goddess division but in the name of planet Jupiter I will punish you for your crimes! Your days as champion are numbered Miss Vendetta. Enjoy them while you can.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) August 22nd 2018, 4:50 pm by Sweet Roxy

OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) - Page 13 Promo_09

“Mother always said that there will always be losses that would come your way. It’s not about winning your matches all the time, but how you rise from the grave as a much stronger monster, how you keep your confidence and composure even at the face of defeat.”

Hendrix used to say that I don’t deserve the title because it’s a stain to the respectable Goddess’ Division to have such a “weakling” represent it. Jaxon used to say that I can never be a credible Champion because I have only beaten Hendrix. Goto used to say that I’d lose my belt because of my lack of experience and that veterans would eat me alive the first chance they get. This filthy world always had it out for me, these wannabe critics and self-righteous scum that walk this earth can never understand what it's like to be a flower that barely sprouted from under the soil… What they could think about is expecting it to blossom quickly, and why? All because they can not wait for it to wither. And I am not far from withering unlike the rest of the Goddess Division, my career is young and there is still so much that I can do, and it’s not my fault that I have flown higher and done more as a sprouting flower than they ever could at their so-called “peak”, and that’s the reason why no one backstage is a fan of me. They all had a hard time beating the former Women’s Champion, and I did it with ease in my second match ever, and they can’t stand that for the fact that it wasn’t them who got the job done. Nobody expected a fresh face to become Champion so quickly while people continue to discredit me because I have not suffered or worked hard for the opportunities to come to me. Instead of thanking me for such a spectacular performance, instead of taking notes and seeing what areas they could improve on, these insignificant piles of garbage choose to pay me back with resentment and criticism no matter how many times I proved them wrong and silenced them in the process. They’re like vultures who couldn’t wait to pick me apart and tear pieces of my flesh the very first time they see me trip and fall, and no matter how normal it is to lose a match after I’ve won pretty much everything else, they sit there in the background waiting to gawk and squeak at the next unfortunate event to happen to Sweet Roxy, because she has always presented herself as a perfect being, that one loss somehow changes that.

You of all people know that isn’t true, Tyanna. I have been a bigger person and told myself that the opinion of the rest of the world doesn’t concern me at all and even congratulated you in the process for a job well done, I didn’t care because I have my title reign intact. But boy, oh boy, when Viola DeMarco proved that she, an authority figure who is supposed to be objective, thought the same way as these bottom feeding scumbags, that’s when I realized that Mother was always right -- this world won’t remember what you have done unless you keep reminding them with each match you compete in. You’re only as good as your last performance, and you have to reach further up if you want to be remarkable. How foolish of me to believe that I knew everything… Losses happen. Mishaps happen. But it is my duty as OWA Women’s Champion that the same mistakes never occur again. You didn’t beat me once, Tyanna. You got lucky once. You were enraged by a loss that you have suffered because of a trinket that some of you believe would define your career better than a Championship itself, and it pushed you to go far above, and I can admit to myself that I got too comfortable knowing that this match wasn’t going to be dreadful because there was nothing at stake. But it doesn’t change the fact that I was born and bread for this business, Tyanna, it doesn’t erase the fact that no one, not even you with your wins against these insignificant insects in the Goddess Division can make a bigger name for herself in a matter of weeks that she has stayed in the OWA. I was presented with an opportunity to win the Women’s Championship and I took it without blinking an eye, while a prancing halfwit like you couldn’t even deliver against others in what could have been one of the most important career-defining matches in your career back at Boiling Point. And your excuse for not winning? It was a multi-person match? Oh, Tyanna, don’t even start to blame outside factors to cover up how incompetent you are as a wrestler. You continue to be an insignificant newbie, and you were praised for doing something right after you have failed to meet your real goals. What you have right now is an addict’s high, various thoughts and “what ifs” get in your thoughts and it feels good that an authority figure has recognized that someone like you could be deserving of this opportunity to face the Devil Spawn herself, but morning will come and all you will have left is a massive headache and an awakening to the reality that you are nothing compared to the greatness of Sweet Roxy. After some time, I see everything much clearer than before. I am not going to wallow in my bed, and I am not going to lose sleep over a loss that the world is about to forget when I bury you at Burning Sky. So far in my career in my first company, I have turned these salivating beasts into scared little rats, and you will be no different, Tyanna. Your entire world will flip to the other side, and you will be the one forced to answer why you couldn’t win against adversaries at times when it actually mattered…. And Sweet Roxy will make her grand exit without a care in the world, feeling accomplished that she has once again killed off another victim… all to keep her gold.

I never expected to get this opportunity so quickly.

Just a month after I made my debut to OWA I found myself to challenge CM Nas for The Omega Heavyweight Championship. I have to say that this is the biggest match of my career to be a World Champion in this business.

Though I’m questioning myself, what did I do to earn this opportunity?

I didn’t win any contendership match. I didn’t pin or submit Judas in my debut match. I failed to beat him and Militiades in The Tag Team match the week after.

So what did I do? Did I prove something worthy? The answer is no.

I still have a lot to learn. I haven’t back to my groove yet. I have lost a few steps since the last time I stood in the middle of square ring. I’m just someone who is missing a piece of a puzzle and haven’t able to figure out where’s the last piece of the puzzle yet. I’m nothing special. I’m just a broken toy at this state.

However, instead of working on myself, I accepted the opportunity to challenge CM Nas for his title instead. Am I crazy? I guess I am. Am I underestimating CM Nas? Of course not. He’s called The Best Wrestler Alive for a good reason: he is really that great to carry this company on his shoulders. I’ve seen Nas in a few Wrestling promotions and I knew he is someone that can truly be the face of a Wrestling company. Yes, not only is he a great wrestler, but the guy can deliver great statements and has natural charisma. CM Nas is a total package in any shape or form. I’m happy to see him standing where he is right now and truthfully, he really deserves his spot for all of his hard work. I don’t want him to lose his title so quickly.

So there you go, you have The Best Wrestler Alive on a corner and you have a not so good wrestler on another. Which ones would you pick? I won’t be surprised myself if CM Nas retains his title againts me at Burning Sky. I said it myself that I want him to continue to tear the house down as The OMEGA World Heavyweight Champion.

But some people would want me to win instead. Who are these people? Yes, it’s none another than my loyal fans. Thank you for keep being loyal to me. Thank you for keep supporting me no matter how bad I am as a Wrestler. Thank you for having a lot of faith in me. Thank you always following me wherever I go. YOU are my motivations to beat CM Nas. If I become The OMEGA World Heavyweight Champion it’s because of you.

So with all due to respect Nas, I want to beat you. No matter how many times I’ve fallen, I will always keep getting up.If I have to end your reign, then so be it. I want to make my fans happy, I hope you can understand that, Nas. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still not confident enough if I could beat you, and even if I do beat you, it might be because of luck or a miracle. See? That’s pretty much how I see you. I have no hard feelings towards you.

It’s just because I want to give my fans something special. I know, this is such an odd situation for me. I’m not confident enough and yet, I still want to beat you. I’m contradicting myself. Don’t you agree with me Nas? But sometimes in life, we have to fight because we have nothing to lose. I know, no matter how bad I am, you will still use everything you have in your arsenal to beat me. That’s what I’m gonna do to you as well.

YOU accepted me as your number one contender this quickly and I can’t thank you enough for this Nas. You are giving me a life time opportunity and I surely want to do the best I can to beat you. I don’t want to let you down either, Nas. I’m not just fighting for my fans. I’m also fighting for YOU as well. There’s an old saying goes “learning by doing” and you know what? That’s what I’m gonna apply to myself too. I don’t know what’s wrong with me to lost a few steps since the moment I returned to this as well but I’m working on myself and trying to find out the answer by battling you. I might find the answer in you and I surely want to work on it as soon as possible.

Like I said, this is surely the biggest match of my career and I will make this even more memorable for me, for you, and for the fans by beating you fair and square in the middle of the ring 1-2-3.

May the best man win, Nas. You may be the best man right now, but I surely want to beat the best so I can be The new OMEGA World Heavyweight Champion.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) August 21st 2018, 12:27 am by Tarah Moore

Fairly Local ---BURNING SKY
Promo Number One

“I'm not evil to the core. What I shouldn't do I will fight I know I'm emotional. What I wanna save I will try I know who. I truly am I truly do have a chance. Tomorrow I'll switch the beat to avoid yesterday's dance. Yo, this song will never be on the radio, even if my clique were to pick and the people were to vote: It's the few, the proud, and the emotional. Yo, you, bulletproof in black like a funeral The world around us is burning but we're so cold It's the few, the proud, and the emotional I'm fairly local, I've been around I've seen the streets, you're walking down I'm fairly local, good people now.”

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TUESDAY AUGUST 21ST, 2018: MOJAVE DESERT: 5:45AM

The scene begins in the middle of the Mojave Desert, just a few miles outside LAS VEGAS. The camera scans the landscape of the area before it lands on a Orange Mustang with a figure on the hood of it. As the camera zooms, the figure is shown to be Tarah Nova, sitting criss cross on the center of it. Her eyes were closed, her face looking relaxed. Slowly, the camera slides down her forum, showing her hands resting on her knees before it climbs back up to her face. With a calm breath, Tarah smiles faintly before she begins to speak:

“I am not a stranger to this...” Her velvet voice whispered to herself more than the cameraman. “This dark feeling beneath my skin. No. I started out the same way you did, Gareth. Cocky and out of control. Oh for years, I dominated this world of wrestling. I claimed every ring I stepped in with an iron fist and a sinister smile on my face...I was full of myself back in the day because no one could touch me. I was the unbreakable. Many tried to ruin me but each one failed...but as time went on, I started to feel this change in me. I started to think of the fans. Of the impact I have put on the wrestling community. So I changed for the good, I became a Leader of many. The Top Alpha of this pack on Olympus. Yes, I am still crazy as all hell and reckless to the point where I am bleed almost every match but I do it not for myself anymore. I do it for them and that is why I’m going to beat you this week for the TV Championship you hold so close to your chest each week I speak, Gareth.” Tarah finally opens her eyes, the smile on her face widens. “You see, I’m not like the others you have faced before. I’m not Nathan Quinn, who tapped the mat due to your touch or Zak Zero, who failed to become a hero in your guys fight of good vs evil. And I’m DIFFERENTLY not Bull Connors, who couldn’t keep up with you in the ring where you became the Champion in the first place. No, Gareth, I am not like any of those men that you have defeated and conquered. I am better. In fact, I am the Best Woman who has ever graced that wrestling ring. Is that egotistical of me to say? Yes it is but when you have lived the career I have had, you can say that. You, on the other hand, don’t have the what it takes to even call yourself ‘Great’ let alone ‘Dangerous’.” An annoyed scuff left the lips of Nova, “ ‘Dangerous’, as if man...I mean don’t get me wrong; you are good--great even--when you walk around the wrestling ring. You have beaten every single person you have came across in OWA; even my beloved but that doesn’t mean you are Dangerous. That means you're dominant, that’s it. Being dangerous is beating people down raw to the point of no return. Showing no mercy to anyone that stands in front of you. Being the most unpredictable person, even when it comes to facing off against the best wrestler in the world and you? What you have been doing since joining OWA is seen as nothing more than hugging these boys still they pass out and that, my friend, is just child’s play in my eyes. It's honestly sad and if you think for one second that you will be the one that leaves this ‘I QUIT’ match once again as the TV Champion than you have another thing coming.”

Tarah chuckles as she begins shaking her head slowly, “Those words: ‘I QUIT’, will never grace my lips, Gareth. I have never, ever quit from a fight. It's just not my style. Never has been, never will and that is why this is the perfect match for me. I mean unlike you, wrestling was my first love. I didn’t leave one sport to attempt to do another. This, day in and day out for over eleven years, is what I have lived for and that’s why you will fail.” Tarah dramatic gasps, placing her left hand on her chest, “Oh, I know, Gareth. Such strong words from a small woman like myself but the thing is, I am a woman of my word. I wouldn’t lie about the fact that I have this in the beg against you. Every broken bone, torn muscles and concussion after fuckin’ concussion that I have earned has led me to this point. So this is nothing new to me. I have walked through hell with a smile on my face many times before you have arrived. I went the distance. I ran that mile and now here I am, ready to fight for the Gold once again. This is my opportunity. This is what I was made for; to take down men like you and prove to everyone in this world that I can do anything I want--” A smirk appears on Tarah’s lips, “--and what I want to do most is take your TV Championship and make it mine at BURNING SKY.”

“Yes, that's what I want, Gareth. I mean, I wouldn’t be in this match if I didn’t want it, right? Right. And who better to take the TV Championship away from the ‘Legit Dangerous’ than the Shockcollar of Hardcore Wrestling, The Best Woman Alive and hands down the MASTER of this game that we play? Me. I know that ring inside and out and like the ring, I know what makes my opponents tick. I can get into their heads faster than a finger snap and the more they fight back, the harder it is to get me that fuck outta there. I did it to Kenny, Sabertooth, David, Bull and so many others that have attempted to out play the Queen of Mind Games and like them Gareth; you will fall for the traps I have set. Frankly, I can feel it already. The boiling heat from your skin at the thought of someone like me, beating you. Making YOU, of all people, say the two words you fear most: ‘I QUIT’...and sad for you, it's going to happen.” The Alpha shrugs her shoulders weakly, “Sure. You’ve been lucky, walking out from each defense Champion but not this time, Gareth. Nope, I won’t allow it. You see, this time you facing the most lethal being that has stepped into a wrestling ring and I’m ready for my taste of Gold and to join my Beloved in the Championship circle on the Blue Brand. It's what I was born and trained to do: Fight. Dominate. Lead.” Suddenly, Tarah slides off the hood of the Mustang, her smirk never leaving her lips. “Some say I’m brave for this. For being so blunt against people like you but I don’t care. I’m the small prize fighter that has done things some men fear most. I was meant to be this hard hitter. This is me and this...fighting against you on Sunday? It's what I deserve, Gareth and you can’t and won’t be stopping me from taking the TV Championship home with me. So in the end, I’m going to walk into BURNING SKY as Tarah Nova and I'll be walking out as OLYMPUS’ new TV Champion while you go from ‘Mr. Here it is’ to ‘Mr. There it was’--”

The Alpha snaps her fingers, “---Just like that.”

With that, Tarah winks at the camera before pulling down her shades down from the top of her head to face as the Nevada sunrise begins to rise higher into the morning sky. With one final show of Tarah Nova, the camera begins to fade to black; ending the scene.

ALL HAIL THE NOVA EMPIRE

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Luck of the Cosmos
(One)

(André Virgo is shown meditating by candlelight as Olympus interviewer Hugh Jass approaches.)

Jass: Excuse me, Mr. Virgo-

(André raises a single finger not moving anything else.)

Virgo: Not now…… Okay. Now you have permission to speak to me.

Jass: Well uh, Mr. Virgo I was hoping to get your thoughts on the statement your opponent Christopher Sabertooth made in reference to your match at Burning Sky.

Virgo: Who?

Jass: Christopher Sabertooth. The man you’re facing in a falls count anywhere match at Burning Sky this weekend.

(André ponders for a moment.)

Virgo: Is he the one with the pretty golden retriever hair that keeps bothering me?

Jass: Yes, him.

Virgo: Oh my word… I thought that was a fan this whole time! I just assumed you guys just had really bad security. You never know with the minor leagues I guess.

Jass: Actually OWA is a very reputable prom-

Virgo: Yes I do in fact keep up with the musings of my fanatics. He said a lot of things, not all of them very accurate but they were things. Honestly they made more sense when I thought he was just a fan. Apparently he’s in Tres Comas Club now too, I assumed he was just a very dedicated fan.

Jass: Will the fact that Mr. Sabertooth is your stablemate make you feel a need to hold back in this match?

Virgo: What’s your name?

Jass: Hugh Jass!

Virgo: That’s ridiculous but okay. Hugh, did you see my last title defense?

Jass: No sir.

Virgo: Well Hugh, just about a week or two ago my stablemate Racer Smiles got the bold idea to challenge me for my Junior Heavyweight Championship. Long story short he wasn’t able to walk out of the arena when I was done with him. Racer Smiles was the strongest man in SSW, a champion powerlifter and even as he ragdolled me around the ring I still managed to find a way to mangle his tree trunk legs until he was a man crying like an infant. I don’t care who Christopher thinks he is. If he thinks he’s the greatest technical wrestler to ever live he can go ahead and believe that. Quite frankly stepping in the ring with me is his mistake. Stepping out of the ring with me is his mistake. Going into the crowd, onto the stage, the parking lot, the blackjack tables across the street, it’s not going to end poorly for me! We’re going to Las Vegas and I have the cosmos on my side! You know, you can try your best to play your cards right but in the end the universe is the one who decides who takes home the pot and the universe has always been on my side.

Jass: Mr. Virgo, how would you respond to Christopher Sabertooth’s claim that you’ve done a lot in SSW but you’ve yet to accomplish anything in OWA?

Virgo: How would I respond? What kind of an argument is that? That’s like saying a World Series Champion can’t walk into the middle of a little league game and sweep a team of fourth graders. My response is simple, OWA isn’t on par with SSW. SSW houses the greatest wrestlers in the world, OWA’s greatest wrestlers are in SSW. Olympus’ Heavyweight Champion, CM Nas; Aria Jaxon, the first ever Puroresu Heavyweight Champion; living legend Jacob Senn, who I beat at Boiling Point; Miltiades who I’ve beaten in the past and who I’m going to beat again in the very near future; and then of course myself, the longest reigning SSW Junior Heavyweight Champion. You don’t even have any Jaydayne Pendragons or Khmoach Sângkâts in OWA. I’m not here in OWA to prove myself as a staple of your company, I’m here to beat people who I don’t have time to beat in SSW so I may add prestige to the SSW Junior Heavyweight Championship proving why it’s the most prized belt in the world!

I’d love to respect Christopher Sabertooth enough to say that when I beat him it will elevate this championship higher than it already is but to be quite honest I don’t think it will make a difference. In all fairness, Christopher needs this match a lot more than me. If I win, all I did was fulfill my purpose of being excellent and gracing the people of Las Vegas with a fabulous spectacle of athleticism. If Christopher beats me, he just beat the longest reigning defender of the most important Championship in the world today. But he’s not even tactful enough to take advantage of that. Instead he’d rather drone about the fact that none of my accomplishments mean anything when he can’t name a single championship he’s held that anyone has even heard of. I’d love to do this man a service and rub some of my glitter to his name but he’s too eager to wash his hands of any possibility that he doesn’t already have this match won. But in his defense I can’t blame him since my third eye leads me to believe he has every reason to be self conscious.

Jass: Are you at all worried about what might happen at Burning Sky in your match with Christopher Sabertooth. If you lose how will this affect you.

Virgo: I’m not worried. I’ve already seen what happens and I have no reason to be concerned. Nothing that happens in this match will hurt me more than a few bumps and bruises that will heal. Christopher cannot escape who he is and he can’t change the fact that there will only ever be one…

ANDRÉ!...

VIR!...

GO!...

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) August 20th 2018, 4:13 pm by Guest

In a world full of fantasy and make-believe, monsters are believed to be mythical creatures that cause strife amongst the land they walk. Dragons, goblins, golems, banshees… they are all nothing more than old folklore intended to scare the young that have been brought into modern day as a way for simple fools to imitate great heroes. The arrogance of man leads them to believe that they could be something more, that they could be these heroes they desire to be but their attempts to play-pretend will always be in vain. Perhaps as I utter these words my opponents at Burning Sky have already surmised an explanation but I assure you all that your assumptions are wrong.

Many would jump to the conclusion that I do not believe these legendary heroes could become a reality and that would be a mistake. I do believe in these heroes. In fact, I once was one. Attempting to become one of these heroes of folklore would be futile for the simple fact that monsters do not exist.

At least, not the ones that they want.

Monsters aren’t goblins or orcs or golems and they certainly aren’t dragons.

THEY’RE MEN.

Every monster was a man first and not just any man. The men that have transformed into monsters once desired the same thing as all others; they wanted to be heroes. The only difference is that they got their wish and discovered the feeling of emptiness that came with it, realizing that all of the time and energy they had devoted to their journey had been for naught… so they tried to manufacture their legacies. They would create problems to solve, put people in danger to make themselves appear heroic until eventually they found more enjoyment in the suffering of others than curing it. And so the downward spiral begins. Their actions become more violent and heinous and it doesn’t take long for those around them to see it as they bear witness to their despicable actions but the culprit themselves stays ignorant. Despite this it is still incredibly hard for me to fault them. Very few are willing to look in the mirror and say, “The person I see is a savage monster”; instead, they make up some construction that justifies the things they do. It is extremely rare that you come across an individual who is willing to admit to their flaws and acknowledge their shortcomings so when someone does I can do nothing but applaud. This is why men such as Nobi will always have my respect… well, as much respect as I can have for a man, that is.

Nobi is not a man who wishes to fight monsters. Those who do must see to it in the process that they do not become monsters themselves. Should you gaze long enough into the abyss it’s eyes will find you and soon enough it will gaze right back. That is a battle that Nobi does not want to endure. All that he asks for is respect and admiration from his peers. That is a noble quest, albeit one that I will never understand myself but it is my belief that that is something that will always set me apart from the likes of him. Understand may be the wrong word. Nobi’s goal is something that I cannot relate to because when all is said and done…

I am a monster.

Unlike the lesser men that I have found myself surrounded by in my years I have always understood and acknowledged who I am. I once was the hero who tried to gain the adoration of the crowds who watched me compete but one betrayal lead to another… and another… and another… until eventually there was no man left. Miles Taylor and Zak Zero have already heard the story of how I came to be known as ‘Judas’ and it is not one that I feel needs repeating. All that you need to know is that this monster is not one that will go down easily.

Perhaps you, my opponents, will try to use my apparent “defeat” against Gareth Cason against me but it is no worry of mine. You see, I do not confine myself to the juvenile rules of pinfalls. Should you find yourself in a real fight, would victory come in laying across your opponent’s chest for a count of three? Of course not. The winner is the man who is able to walk out on his own two feet… and on Olympus that man was me. While I do not excuse what happened and understand that regardless of what I say that will always be a mark against my name I am not concerned in the slightest. The Television Championship is of no concern to me. My focus was simply on putting the mind and body of Gareth Cason to the test and whether or not he passed currently remains to be seen. I’ll know for sure when the result of his match with Tarah Nova is revealed. ...but as the two of us exchanged blows --both of us drenched in a crimson mask-- he threw everything that he had at me but it still was not enough. Attack after attack after attack and he could not keep me down. Even the Pull The Plug was near-ineffective as I still had the strength to get my shoulder up. You’ll notice that I didn’t take an opportunity to end our one on one encounter where others would have made an attempt.

Why end the match when I’m enjoying it so much?

My logic can and will be disputed but the idea that I care for the opinions of peasants is laughable. I have nothing to prove to anyone but myself. I know for a fact that I could be walking around as a world champion of OWA if I so pleased but I find nothing in material gain. For everyone else in this multi-man match I’ve been unwillingly thrust into it is unfortunately a much, much different story. I’ve studied each of my opponents thoroughly and after giving a lot of thought to this match I keep coming to the same comparison and that’s what Christianity refers to as cardinal sin. You may be more familiar with the term “seven deadly sins” but the subject matter remains the same. Allow me to give you an example:

I look at Miles Taylor, a man I’ve kept myself quite familiar with these past few weeks. He represents greed. Prior to this past Olympus I would have made the mistake of labelling him as wrath but it has become clear that he acts out of selfishness more than anything, carefully disguising behind an intelligent and collected demeanor. He continues to walk along the cusp of greatness but he has bitten off more than he can chew. You see, it was Miles Taylor that triggered this match into coming to fruition and now, due to his gluttonous behaviour we now have a six man elimination match on our hands and he will surely be the one to pay the highest price. The outcome of this match --the outcome of your place in this match, specifically-- will be no one’s fault but your own, Miles, and your inability to remain patient and wait for the right moment to take your chances will be your downfall.

Then we come to Zak Zero: Pride. He is a man who calls himself the “Uncrowned Hero” and I must admit that his play on words with his last name has always amused me… but that’s as far as he has gotten in my eyes. I recall your reaction to being pinned in our triple threat match, Zero, and I knew right then and there just what sin you embodied. Pride is your sin and, fittingly, I’m sure it is one that you would wear with such pride. That is why it has chosen you. You carry yourself like a man with confidence but at the same time a man who is easily wounded by such losses and constantly seeks redemption. It is an unfortunate story of an underdog who believe he is better than he truly is and ultimately will never meet his own expectations. Burning Sky will be but another example of your failures, I can assure you.

Jamal King: He is a man so full of pent up rage and aggression. Some consider wrath the most beneficial of the cardinal sins but it is also the most dangerous. It is incredibly easy to get caught up in the fight so much so that you forget what exactly it is that you’re even fighting for. The wrath overcomes you and you become nothing more than a vehicle to act out the will of your subconscious. You may claim to look at Martin Luthor King Jr. as your primary inspiration but it is clear that you are much closer to the volatile Malcolm X. You are as much a danger to yourself as you are to everyone else in this match. Whether or not you can control the undying wrath that you bring into this match is something you must consider because if you cannot then defeat will be staring you in the face one way or another. Either it overcomes and blinds you... or you are unable to fully channel it and so become too weak to leave with your arm raised. Neither possibility is one that you want to have to face, I’m sure.

Sonny Levitt: You are lust. You are the free spirit in this match. You care for the environment and its people equally, doing your best to remain caring and pure despite the path that you have travelled and your current destination. At Burning Sky you will be surrounded by four broken, grizzled men and one monster, all of whom can easily corrupt “nice” people such as yourself. The mind is something that can easily be twisted and broken when you are forced to face a master manipulator and so far I can do nothing but question the integrity of your willpower. Will you be able to withstand the chaos and destruction that will come with this six man elimination match? I’ve yet to be convinced. Lust is weak and, by extension, Sonny Levitt, you are weak and you will break. That is a promise.

Finally we have Bull Connors. Bull, you are sloth. As a decorated amateur wrestling I will admit that I was expecting you to look… different when I first saw you. You caught me by surprise, I’ll give you that, but not in the way that you would like. My opinion of you comes from more than just your appearance, however. I’ve watched you closely, too, and it’s painfully apparent that even with your large build and viciousness you are not the dominant competitor that you could and should be. You are given the opportunity to become a force to be reckoned with and yet you continue to relent, not putting in any more effort than is needed and that extends past the wrestling ring. You are not concerned with honing your craft. Instead you rest on your laurels and sooner or later you will be rendered obsolete if you do not change. I can confidently say that I do not think that Burning Sky will be the night that you do

My opponents at Burning Sky, you are all men with vices and I admit that I have my own. What separates me from all of you is that they are something I harness into a strength while you are all dragged down by them as weaknesses. You will all succumb to my chaos and fury and, regardless of what this apparent reward is for leaving victorious is… I will have my arm raised when that bell tolls a final time.

You can trust me on that.

Under the Burning Sky

Los Angeles: Monday 20^th August,2018

Sabertooth is seen at a Los Angeles Wrestling Club practicing his moves with some trainees.

“Alright! Next” Screamed Sabertooth as another rookie stepped up in front of Sabertooth.

“Your challenge is to pin me down to the mat for the three count” Said Chris.

“What? But…” Said the trainee.

“No excuses. Let’s go!” Screamed Chris as he circled the trainee. The trainee goes in for a takedown but Sabertooth reverses it. He knees the trainee in the head before hitting him with Broken Tooth. But he didn’t go for the pin. He picked up the trainee and threw him out of the ring. Sabertooth then slowly walked out of the ring and looked at the rookie and smirked before turning him around for the pin.

“That was a bit harsh on the trainee, Chris. Anyway, if you have to pin and embarrass the man then roll him back into the ring.” Said the Coach.

“No… Referee, count!” Screamed Chris as he hooked the trainee’s leg for the pinfall. The referee counts to three.

“Now raise my hand.” Demanded Chris. The referee raises Chris’s hand and then he bursts out laughing.

“What was that about?” Asked the Coach.

“Oh, nothing Coach…. Just preparing myself for the match at Burning Sky. I mean, people may believe that I am in some sort of disadvantage just because my claim to fame and success all is enclosed inside that ring. Now that’s hilarious! Ever heard of ‘the more the merrier’, Coach?” Asked Chris.

“Ye...” Said the Coach but Sabertooth raises his hand signalling him to shut up. “I don’t need you to tell me that. I don’t need to be outside the ring to take out my opponents. I am not trying to be a high flier who relies on ropes and turnbuckles or even some way to gain a height advantage over my opponents to take them down… No. I am the greatest technical wrestler in the world and there’s nobody who can ever lace my boots when it comes to it. So, Falls Count Anywhere…. Is there even a doubt that this is certainly a disadvantage to Mr. André Virgo and not me. The whole arena is my ring and there’s whole lot out there that I can hurt him with. What is he going to do? Drop an elbow from a trashcan? Stack couple of chairs? Give me a break. This is almost too easy. They say to keep your friends close and your enemies closer. It doesn’t get any closer than being part of the same faction. Now, I wouldn’t say that I am not impressed with whatever André Virgo has accomplished in SSW. Don’t you agree Coach? The guy is impressive.” Asked Chris. The wrestling Coach simply nodded in approval but Chris wasn’t happy to see that.

“Actually… here’s the part where you say no and let them know how much of a loser André Virgo really is. I mean, he sure did great things in SSW. He is a champion after all…. But this is a SSW without Christopher Sabertooth. Now, that really isn’t a fair comparison is it? One thing André Virgo thought he had on me was that I made a lot of promises and a lot of claims in OWA that I couldn’t fulfil. Coach, would you be kind enough to tell everybody what the talented André Virgo has accomplished in OWA?” Asked Chris. Before the Coach could say anything, Chris interrupted him again. “I really have to answer everything for you, don’t I? Why do I always happen to find stupid idiots like you around me. This wrestling school is doomed for if you continue to teach these rookies. Like I was saying… André Virgo has done nothing in OWA. Niente… Nichts… Nada. Lo entiendes? I bet you didn’t know that I was multilingual. There are a lot of things that these people are yet to see. And thanks to Roy, I can finally start showing everyone how dangerous I can be in this Falls Count Anywhere match. There would be nobody to be in my way to victory… Nobody to screw it up for me again. You call OWA a minor league but you fail to even create a lasting impression on these people… Sure, you beat Jacob Senn. Good for you! But give me Jacob Senn next week and I’ll make him my bitch. Who hasn’t beat Jacob Senn at this point? Coach, you probably would beat Jacob Senn and you’re just as pathetic as him. Back to the point… André Virgo really believes that SSW is leagues above OWA. I mean, I don’t care…. I have signed lucrative contracts at both places. You used to be undefeated at OWA but we all saw how that turned out for you this past week. While you no longer can stick that claim, I can still say that I have never been pinned or submitted here in the OWA. But let’s ignore all of that very comfortably shall we… But André Vir… Go. Is that how he says it? Shut up Coach. What are you going to do when I hand you your second loss in OWA? Are you going to blame the country? Or the promotion? Or the fact you didn’t get good sushi before your match that threw you off. I don’t care… Falls Count Anywhere… I will pin your ass back in Japan if I need to. You’re not ready to face a REAL wrestler like me. Ain’t that right Coach?” Asked Chris. Before the Coach could reply, Chris just walked away.

“I… just wanted to say that I did the math and André Virgo only has 33.33% chance of…. Nevermind.”

Las Vegas: Tuesday, 21^st August 2018.

Chris is seen wearing a fancy suit sitting in a limo. He is smoking a cigar as the scene begins.

“Las Vegas! What a beautiful city and a beautiful night like every other Vegas night. Now, being the man that I am, I have a busy night planned ahead of me. But… Before I leave, I do have some things to say. Everybody wants to know about the beef between myself and André Virgo. Last week everybody was shocked when I made my intentions clear about where I stood when it came to factions in SSW. Why would I choose to be in the same faction as Miltiades or André Virgo? Being far more talented than those two combined, why would I even consider joining Tres Comas Club. Why not the Phantom Troupe? Shoot Nation, or Ronin? Who am I kidding…. Nobody wants to join Ronin led by that pathetic idiot, Tarah Nova. It only made sense… Tres Comas Club made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. I had to overlook my displeasure of being associated with the likes André Virgo for my best interest. Simple as that… I am here to make Christopher Sabertooth the most recognizable brand this business has ever seen. Keep in mind, I don’t need to do all of this. My partnership with Rocky Hollywood has earned me a whole lot of money that I can cash in on anytime. But I chose to be in the ring… I could have lived a happy healthy life but I risk my body on the line once again only because I thought that I wasn’t done yet. And it is clear by my performance so far in the OWA that I was totally right to believe so. Christopher Sabertooth was the past of wrestling. Christopher Sabertooth is the present of wrestling… And Christopher Sabertooth is certainly the future of this business. I have it all. Money, talent, fame…. All that is left for me to do is to get gold to wrap around my waist. And let me tell you, that day ain’t that far.” Said Chris who then proceeds to take a puff out of his cigar.

“I believe I still have some time before I head out. So, let’s start with…. Strong Style Wrestling. What did I tell you all? Christopher Sabertooth is an international superstar and even though Jacob Senn and I don’t look eye to eye at a lot of things… He couldn’t wait to sign me to his promotion. What is SSW without Christopher Sabertooth? Just another Japanese promotion. So, when the news broke in… Everybody wanted to associate themselves with me. They practically begged me to join their faction but I had already made my decision about where my allegiance lied. I would have made the announcement at Domination itself if it wasn’t for that pesky vermin, Mat... What the fuck is his name? Nobody cares! He is just trying to be relevant for as long as he can and being associated with my name is good enough. André Virgo is the SSW Junior Heavyweight Champion… Now any champion is not to be underestimated. I don’t underestimate André Virgo…. As a matter of fact, I respect André Virgo. What? You weren’t expecting me to say that? Hey… Now that we bare the same colors in SSW, we might as well get along eh? ... That is what I would have said if you hadn’t disrespected me. Everybody has a right to say that they’re the best but you didn’t stop there. You had to question my character and my accomplishments. Man… you really fucked up this time. You may be charismatic and eccentric and all the jazz but you are no Christopher Sabertooth. I know, SSW is your main focus and understandably so. But when you step into OWA… MY OWA, and insult me and think you can get away with it. Not a chance! This past week, you tried to take me down in a fight and I will give you points for effort. But if that is the best you can do… Then André, you have no idea what I have in store for you at Burning Sky. I am going to bust your fucking head open and punch you till you fucking passing out. You acted tough this past Friday… You like to fight huh? You bit off way more than you can chew. André Virgo, you’re going to regret stepping into the ring at Burning Sky. I am going to bury you and your pathetic existence straight out of OWA.” Said Chris with a frown on his face. He grabs a bottle of Wine from the bar and pops it open.

“Speaking of Burning Sky, am I glad that I am not booked in a terrible multi-man matchup again I was getting tired of those and I am glad that Bob and Roy could figure out a way to keep their main eventers happy. Remember the night after Boiling Point? I know André Virgo definitely remembers it because nobody really knew about you in the OWA before that. The night a Junior Heavyweight grew a pair and decided to challenge for the Omega Heavyweight Championship. I mean, you are literally aiming for something way out of your league. Go back to SSW where you can comfortably sit in your locker room and get the bonus checks for pointless title defences because let’s be honest here… When it comes to OWA… The name André Virgo doesn’t mean a damn thing. I know, I have promised a lot of things before. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do after Boiling Point because I was robbed of my glory yet again because of the incompetence of my opponents. Losing to Tarah Nova… That’s a shame! André would know about that. Burning Sky could have been a lot more if it had Gareth Cason vs Christopher Sabertooth for the OWA Television Championship instead of Tarah Nova because she isn’t winning it. There ain’t no spoilers there. But it all works out at the end… Because when I win at Burning Sky, there are no if’s here… I will be going after the Omega Heavyweight Championship no matter who holds it. Heck, I might as well make Gareth Cason my bitch along the way and take his title too. The possibilities are endless. I know, Jacob Senn and Miltiades would love to get a shot at the title but we all have already seen that. When I debuted at SSW, Jacob Senn said it the best. He made a business decision that will guarantee to bring more eyes to the product… That’s what I do. Put my name on any match card and you will definitely sell all those tickets you have been struggling to sell. Put me against anybody in your locker room and that man will get the rub he/she needs to reach the next level. I am just stating facts here… Scotty Adams may have lost his title but being in the same ring as me has made him a better wrestler. Or we can even talk about Isaac Thornton. A man with absolutely zero credibility when he signed with the company but he just shares the ring with me and somehow manages to ride my coattails to get a title shot after title shot… To the point that he faced Finnegan Wakefield for the OWA Championship. And that man was just an actor! So, André Virgo… I am doing you a favor by sharing that ring with you. You will be more relevant than you have ever been despite being a champion at SSW. I joined Tres Comas Club and Jaywalker proclaimed me as the FUTURE of the faction not you… Jacob Senn signed me to scale up his company. I have been doing this for a very long time and I have always… ALWAYS achieved what I set out to do. It doesn’t matter what happened in the past… Sure, I don’t have gold around my waist like I had promised I would… But that doesn’t mean that I am going to stop because of few unfortunate loses. Fuck that… I made a promise to myself that I will be the World Champion and by all that’s holy in this world, I will achieve it… again. André Virgo, you will be in the most talked about match after Burning Sky because of ME! They won’t be talking about Tarah Nova or Gareth Cason or Nobi or even CM Nas. There is only ONE name that will be making the rounds everywhere! And that is Christopher Fucking Sabertooth. You’re welcome, bitch.” Said Chris with a grin plastered over his face. He takes a sip out of his wine glass.

“Now if you’d excuse me… I have a lot of places to be." Said Chris as the camera slowly moves out of the car and out of focus as Chris's car zooms away into the Vegas night.

BEAUTIFUL August 19th 2018, 10:50 pm by R ☆ D | C ☆ L

BEAUTIFUL

OLYMPUS # 001

BURNING SKY (CD)

= Somewhere in the dry desert of Nevada, just outside Las Vegas- in the distant daily burned sky below the moon is the Las Vegas strip. The zoom out reveals a closer scene on a road in the middle of the night on a shadowy cliff mountainside. Coyotes run through the darkness risking every breath to cross a single lane highway. Lights pop large against the musty rocks then narrow from an approaching motorist. A chrome BMW zooms around the corner, just missing a Coyote; veering nearly off the cliff before steering back onto the road and into the night. Footsteps faintly follow out of the darkness... stepping into the moonlight. Panning up a back and around a hooded figure the shot finds a final resting place. Only a smirk.

Close call.

Out here death comes quickly no matter how calm the environment may seem. Nature at its apex- trapping those who take it for granted in a vortex of sad what-if's. The world out here isn't social, or in a hurry. It's a game. Survive until the next day, and you play again tomorrow. At the forefront of life is risk. How far down the wormhole can you go? How addicted can you get? When does the rush outweigh the payment? What good is a payment if you're not breathing?

I saw a man die.

Yeah, you heard that right. I saw a man fucking die. Not die while fucking, but fucking die. The rotting smell was second to the emptiness in his stare. Still, though, I don't wish dying on anyone... unless you drowned. He didn't- he was picked a part by crows after an injury, I mean... fuck.

Life draining from a wound opened to a world that didn't want him. A withering faint version of who he was leaking out faster than Burning Sky participants can change their underthings after the card was announced. Christ, clean up- aisle pathetic. Watching someone die is uncomfortable. No matter how desensitized you get to it, or how many times you see it... it's still a person, like you. Like me. Or exactly me. I can't fully comprehend how I am able to tell you this- or what allowed me to continue to be. All I can determine with absolute certainty is that my gain, is your loss.

A splash of blackness- nothing in the form of a wave. The avalanche of dispossessed victories in the face of what was. My face. Dismembered into remaining pieces like a jigsaw puzzled spilled in the dirt, then put back in the box. You can't unclean a face like that. The pieces may be forced together, but clumps of soil and grit make it forever unpleasant; far from the beautiful depiction that could have been; that was, and will never be again. Eyes looking over a shoulder back at you; back at me too. A world of color reduced to an envy of green, then fading to black. It's no coincidence. It's a mirror showing a reflection of what's left of me. Of teeth crooked and decayed. Lines of age reduced to teetering pillars holding up what used to be a smile. I haven't smiled in longer than I can remember. I haven't remembered that in longer than when I last was happy. The green envy is in knowing nothing will ever be the same again- the splash of blackness is embracing it. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, right? Stranger, in fact, would be a more accurate way to say that rebirth comes only after a death. However grotesque or peaceful, the heart still stopped, even if it started again. Some things can never be put back in the box.

Was the death a metaphor? Maybe, but it sure as fuck didn't feel like any verbal quip while it was happening. All I could think about was how I was so driven to win, that I let all the wrong motherfucker's in around me. Eventually, they wanted what I had. Greed in that same fucking familiar green envy. It always goes green before it goes black.

I gave my life to wrestling. I fucking lived and breathed it every night. Pit stop to pit stop in a carousel of never ending entertainment. For the longest time wrestling in places THAT AREN'T EVEN PLACES. In towns that would be better described as trailer parks. Sure, I hit the big time... eventually. Madison Square, Brooklyn, Staples, oversea's... fuck, there was even a time I won a World Championship on a cruise ship. But just like the eventual rise, eventually... the opposite is also true. At least it was for yours truly. Left behind- life's front door. Wide open to any intruder's that may want, need, or desire anything left exposed. It's not a moral choice to take. It's not about what you have, or if you're satisfied. More is never a word that stops, or a concept that ends. More wrestling?

When you have nothing else to lose- what's really left?

Want.

= The screeching tires of the BMW can be heard on another bend on the mountain, presumably barely avoiding another Coyote.

I want this.

I used to need it- now I don't. The rush used to outweigh the payment. Now, as long as I'm breathing, I don't care about the payment. I care about surviving until the next day. My entire career I have been known as the man you can't predict. Every game plan against me has been based on prior ones, and that in itself is what makes me so... very... dangerous. Unpredictable plus talent and addiction used to get me far. World Championship's, hey, I can't complain... but- it wasn't my apex. I would beat people, sure... and yes, a few have beaten me too. But I never made them pay for the rush, for their risk, for their humanity. A vortex is beginning to swirl. The elements are all converging, and no matter how close you come to escaping...

= The chrome BMW explodes in the background; a blood curdling Coyote scream; half broken falling down a cliff until the inevitable thud.

The end is nigh. I used to be like you- screeching through the night depending on my talent and will to overtake all in my path. Experience is vital. Now, I can blend into the dull calm environment... and be just as lethal, but far less reckless. I don't need to speed around every corner looking for a fight, because fights come in this business. Hell, fights come in all walks of life. The difference now is in the little things. I don't give a fuck about your story, just like you don't about mine- we are two halves to a whole in a match that makes us who we are. But whoever you are, you aren't me. It's a self-fulfilling prophecy; for you, and for me.

That's what makes it so damn beautiful.

It'll just feel like you're drowning.

I.

I remember the last time we were within a football field of each other, Jon McAdams.

I can’t say that we shared the same ring, because that’s not true. It was on an otherwise unassuming episode of Voltage on the home stretch to Fighting Spirit: London. You and your then-tag team partner, Mike Showman -- is he even still alive? -- found yourself in the crosshairs of Aren and Nas, and so a tag team match was thrown together on this particular Sunday night in May. I suppose they both wanted me out there to watch their backs, given that, at the time, your penchant for playing dirty was well-known and second-to-none. It’s been over a year since then, and both of us have undergone changes. Perhaps, on some level, we’ve both morphed into people we never thought we could be. You now stand here as the valiant, determined, possible conqueror-in-training, now viewed in a “good” light. As I said, there was a time when nobody would’ve thought that was possible for you. And as for me? Well, it’s been several months now since I was viewed as the perennial crowd sweetheart that I was for so many years. Some have called me bitter or jaded, but I simply think this is the most realistic I’ve ever been, and certainly the most realistic way that I’ve ever viewed my career. I’ve realized that I can’t control what other people do, and that me doing the right thing was never gonna be a guarantee that I’d receive goodwill in return. Now I put my own interests first, and any resistance to that can and will be dealt with accordingly.

I can’t help but think how different things would’ve been if we’d clashed back when we were those versions of our past selves. I suppose everything happens for a reason, though. There must be a reason why now, of all times, the stars have finally aligned and now we find ourselves facing each other -- when it seems we’re both staring down the same ultimate goal, no less. For you, it’s redemption. You wanna atone for the cues you feel you’ve missed since you’ve been in OWA. After all, I’m talking to a man who, not that long ago, was fighting for the OWA World Championship. The gold being dangled in the face of every Alpha on this roster was within your grasp once upon a time, and you let it slip away. Now, a loss like that doesn’t necessarily have to be a one-and-done type thing. You could easily take a loss like that, remain in the title’s orbit, and bounce right back, but you didn’t do that. You began to lose traction, and you slipped backward down the slope, finding yourself unable to strike that precarious balance at that point in time. See, I’m looking to atone for a loss of focus on my own part. That “razor focus” you mentioned, that thing I pride myself on? It let me down. Scratch that, I let myself down. I got so caught up in settling scores that I forgot that keeping my eye on the prize is what made me so successful in the first place. But really, it only takes a win or two to have you standing on one side of the line or the other. The timing of a victory or loss can maintain that precious momentum that we’re both after, or kill it altogether. Ill-timed losses took you from a position near the top of the Kingdom totem pole to damn near ground-level. When you look at me, you see a way out of the hole that you dug for yourself, and I refuse to be your escape from the conditions that you created for yourself. I won’t be your springboard, Jon. You don’t get to come up off me, not after when I’ve already resigned myself to the truth of my situation.

I left Kingdom last week bloodied, bruised, exhausted -- but I left a winner, and that’s what truly matters to me. I went balls to the wall because I didn’t have any other choice. Not because I wanted to make a “good first impression” on the brand or any bullshit like that, but because I know that I can’t miss a single step as I climb up this ladder. I don’t wanna blink and see myself being passed up by men that I know I can beat. A couple wins was all it took to have me feeling like myself again. I’ve remembered who I am, Jon, and now that you’re getting your bearings back, too, it’ll make this match...interesting, to say the least. My second week on this little quest of mine, and I get to contend with a refreshed Jon McAdams one-on-one. Far from a walk in the park, yeah, but I know I can beat you. I know I can beat every man that I called out. Notice the common thread linking everyone I name-dropped was talent. The thing that will put me in a position to eventually become OWA World Champion won’t be the things I’ve already done. It’s the shit I’m gearing up to do. The wins I’ll rack up and the potential challengers I lay out until I’m the one standing tall over the Kingdom landscape and there’s nobody left to stake a claim to that title but me. It’s a lot of pressure to put on myself, right? But none of this makes me nervous, because I’m at my absolute best when the heat is turned up. I thrive in conditions where other wrestlers crumble. The position I find myself in is precisely the one I asked for, but don’t get shit twisted; for a lesser competitor, I wouldn’t say I find myself in a position worth being coveted. On day one, I got dropped into the deep end of the shark tank known as Kingdom, but I’ve never doubted my ability to keep my head above water.

I know what it’s like to claw your way up from the bottom and eventually find yourself as the ruler of an empire worth admiring. It’s a feeling that’s easy to get addicted to. Once you know that you’re capable of ruling everything in your line of sight, you wanna feel that satisfaction over and over again. That’s what I’m after, Jon. Like we’ve both said, we’re not necessarily strangers to one another. While you’ve always been impressive, though, you’ve never been able to lay claim to being “the man”. You’ve never been the franchise player. Me? I’ve done that a couple of times, so for you to say you’re taking anything back doesn’t really make sense. You wanna taste that world champion euphoria for the first time, but I’m just tryna get back to familiar territory. The mistakes I made as a ruler before have helped me in the retooling I’ve undergone. I’m more battle-hardened than I’ve ever been. My head is always on a swivel. I covet more because I know I’m worth more, that I DESERVE more, and it’s generally a pretty bad idea to stand in between me and the things I think I deserve. Because of that, I’ll pull no punches when it comes to securing this victory and notching another valuable win. Great as I am, I don’t think I’ll necessarily be the worst thing a survivor like you is accustomed to dealing with -- but I don’t need to be. I don’t need to be your greatest trial or your most loathed rival. I just need three seconds to etch into your mind that I’m not as good as I’ve said I am. I’m not even as good as you’d conceded that I am. I’m so much better.

The race into title contention will be more of a marathon than a sprint, and I feel like potential opponents are waiting for the step along the way where I trip myself up. That instant where my ego or my impatience or my big mouth proves to be too big of a setback for me to overcome. I can succeed in spite of all of these things, Jon -- just as I can succeed in spite of whatever you throw my way. Your return to form won’t be coming at my expense. So many of us are circling around Kingdom’s throne now, waiting for the second the music starts so we can kick off the game of full-contact musical chairs that results in only one of us being able to sit in that coveted spot. I won’t stop until it’s me. Every battle won along the way is just the price to be paid for this Queen to ultimately be right where she belongs. And trust me, that is gonna be a hell of a sight. Think about how lovely my eventual coronation will be, Jon. Raise that glass of yours -- and toast to my victory.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) August 18th 2018, 11:32 pm by ERROR

It is dark. There is only the wolf. The wolf sits at its throne. The wolf wants blood.

Kenny: I do not know how else to explain the situation we find ourselves in besides…exciting.

Nate: The OWA World Champion, the first ever Spartan’s Champion, ready to be devoured by our ferocity. Exciting is appropriate, yes.

Kenny: Finnegan Wakefield…a man of many talents but not too bright. Scotty Adams, a man whose talent is being the most irritating fuck I know. Why are we faced with an endless stream of maggots? Men who think they know what life is, men who make it their duty to follow blind leaders. Finn thinks that he has it all worked out. He holds the top prize and that means he’s done, that’s what he thinks. He thinks he can look down on us, believes us to not be a threat. Fucking parasite.

Nate: Scotty Adams, the great pretender. The man who accuses us of theatrics, Kenny, of parlour tricks. Why is it then, that those who stand in our way are barrelled through? Is it mere coincidence? Are we the benefactors of some kind of divine fortune? Or is he nothing more than a glorified orator who knows some wrestling moves? I cannot wait to feel his neck beneath my boot. Him and Finn? They’re good hands. The men you go to when you want some kind of “work rate.” Oh, I’m sure they’ll have all the star ratings and plaudits heaped upon them…we don’t care.

Kenny: People still don’t understand, Nate, they don’t get what we’re trying to do. Do we pulverise the men and women we’ve fought because we desire the praise of some acne-ridden virgin who hides behind a keyboard? Someone who, between binging Japanese rape porn, manages to write up some sort of “review” of a show for their blog or whatever the fuck they pen their little articles for?

Nate: The moment we do that, that’s when Wolvesden is over. But that day will never come. We’re not coming to Kingdom to entertain, we’re not coming to give you a great match. You see, you are men of flesh and bone, both things I intend to break if it means we win. I could pin the world champion, I could pin the number one contender, surely either outcome earns me a title shot? Then whoever walks out of Vindication with that belt gets to watch me snatch it away from them and add another trophy to Wolvesden.

Kenny: And then I could do the same. I could expose you two to a level of violence you didn’t know was real. Drench that title in your blood and allow it to stain the steel permanently. If one of you refuses to relinquish your grip…then I’ll pull your fucking arm off. Wear it tight around your waist? I’ll gut you and forcibly remove your torso. Mount both on my wall next to your fucking heads. You were both born from the cunt of privilege and were raised to believe you had all the tools to succeed. We grabbed success by the scruff of its neck and bent it to our will.

Nate: You’re both men who pride yourselves on being the best, regardless of where that leads you on the path of success. Who wants to be content with being the standard bearer when there is a whole world out there for the taking? Neither of you can do this forever. I watch every one of your matches. Each week, you push your bodies to their limit. Scotty, I’ve seen you carted off on a stretcher. Finn, you look like you’re one skipped meal away from crumbling to dust. If you don’t finish a match drenched in sweat as the foolish crowd shower you with a standing ovation, you consider that some sort of disappointment. You’re broken men, slowly revealing chinks in your armour every time you perform.

Kenny: We do not know this feeling. We have on philosophy: destroy by any means. Nate has been taught to ignore pain and to embrace chaos. I cannot feel anything. Not pain, not suffering. The weight of sin doesn’t rest on my shoulders. I am all, I am everything, I am the one who spells the demise of the heroes people love. I see them, wearing their Finnegan Wakefield t-shirts, talking about how “cool” Scotty Adams is. Empires built on reputation can fall rather quickly when you let your drones down. Empires built on your own backs will only fall if your body gives out.

Nate: But our bodies can’t give out, we’re too busy dismembering anyone foolish enough to oppose our empire. We do not fear men who rely on other people to exist. Listen to the people when we make our presence known. They boo, they jeer, they try to attack us. But we’re still standing. In fact, we stand stronger than ever, we stand with the world at our feet, taking whatever we like. The moment those people turn on either of you…it’s over. Nobody cares about Finnegan Wakefield if he’s a broken pile of bones, who was unable to hold onto his precious waist decoration. No one cares about a Scotty Adams who exists as a punching bag for the Wolvesdens and Monoliths of this world. When your names are all but forgotten, lost to history books, Wolvesden will live on in one form or another. This is our promise, this is our mission.

Kenny: You can try to fight it, you can continue with this delusion that we can be stopped. We look forward to giving you the harsh dose of reality that you both need. You can’t win, you won’t win. When Nate has already anticipated whatever the fuck you had planned, when I break your faces under my fist, what will be left? Two hopeless sacks who bent to our will like they always do. Another pair of names to add to an obituary that we have scribed. Be it the man who talked too much or the little skinny boy that could, we have come for our pound of flesh. And we will take it.

Nate: Wolves.

Kenny: Aeternum.

Chapter 10: Control

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"What does it mean to be in control? For the last several weeks it has been a common thread that ties together the people that I have both the pleasure and displeasure of exchanging verbal barbs. Take for example my encounter from just two weeks ago; Kai Stevens believed he was so in control of everything life threw his way, even when he was thrown into the lion's den against the world champion, he never changed his tone. All he had in his vocabulary though were uninteresting stories and verbal threats that didn't even register as scathing, rather, obnoxious empty ones that proclaiming a want for more to enrich their existence like every other human that walks the planet. Pedalling this idea that he had a sense of control that made reality his design. But just saying that you have control doesn't make it so now, does it? Just because you have your hands on the wheel doesn't mean the roads will be any less hazardous or that you are protected because of a padded sense of incapability to face an event that can lead to your own fatality. That's the funny thing about control, you don't truly know you have it until it has been taken away. For Stevens, that was when he found out that I wasn't the pushover he thought me to be, when he tried to take control and make a name at my expense. And all it took was a second for that sense of control to be taken away. It was taken away from him when he was at his most self-assured, it then fell into my hands to bend reality back to its rightful course. And as the panic of losing control set in, he became desperate and with that desperation to cease back what was taken away came recklessness and panic. That is when I became the person in control. That is when I became a statistic so scarring to his persona that he has become ashamed -- I became the first man that forced him to admit defeat and surrender. And, as he showed afterwards, the loss of control can make someone irrational, volatile, because they know that they have lost the control that they have treasured. A sense of control is sought by all, notwithstanding Scotty Adams. I have heard what Scotty has been saying ever since he was selected as the next to venture on his quest for my World Championship gold. It is all over social media, he even dedicated a majority of his first statements on our looming match for this weeks Kingdom rewording it and peddling the idea that he possesses control over my reality, that it bends to his will. If you believe his words for the sake of saying cool-sounding words, I can see how someone could buy it as something of worth. But as someone who has spent an entire career hearing people claiming ownership over fictitious credentials and faux modesty, I can hear the rhetoric hidden behind his grinding teeth. I can hear that Scotty Adams, the self-proclaimed 'Epitome of Excellence', the self-entitled 'Pinnacle of Purity', is anything but in control. I know that because of what he tells us, rather, what he tells himself. That he was the only choice I had as a contender, that the validation of defeating him would prove my worth as the premier champion of this brand. He feels he crafted the foundation I have built upon, that my reality is a realm he has made for me. It's cute. Never ceases to amaze me what people will tell themselves to take credit for someone else's status. Though I expected better from someone that was the de facto fan favorite in his Spartan Championship encounters to take a bit more of a modest road and build up his case to rival me with something more concrete than straw, safe to say it's disappointing. Once again the act of his hubris taking the lead before his common sense intervenes and prevents him from taking that step over the line of moral conflict; into the void of arrogance. No one with control over their situation has to fabricate the extent in which they have it, they don't need to tell themselves whatever it takes to feed it. I could indulge myself with these statements, I could discredit all these claims you have made so far in advance. But I don't find now to be an appropriate time to do that. No, an expert marksmen waits for the perfect time to use the ammunition he has, to which you have handed me plenty with these statements, lining up the shot to get the job done quick, easy, efficient and clean. In juxtaposition to yourself, firing these potshots haphazardly in hopes to hit a vital organ ahead of time, not even scratching the skin. No, I'll wait until you've fired everything you've got for me until the time comes when I put the title on the line against you, when I hear the click of an empty chamber before pulling the trigger and shooting you down in flames.

Right now, I think we are better off pointing our crosshairs towards the actual immediate threat; Wolvesden.

For the longest time, this ragtag faction of outcasts, religious nutters and glorified terrorists have run roughshod across OWA, both Kingdom and Olympus, doing as they please because they do not fear the idea of consequence. That is because the consequences of their actions have been too soft on them, have allowed them to grow this image of a bullet-proof, indestructible alliance that will forever evade their comeuppance. Tressler has thrown every single thing he can to keep them in line but they simply brush it off like soot. The drastic numbers advantage have allowed them every opportunity to find themselves out of any given circumstance where the balance is tipping out of their favor; simply throw bodies at the threat until the spoils fall into the laps of Drake and Cage. Well, it's only a matter of time until that well runs empty. It is only a matter of time until the actions of your past catch up to you. It is only a matter of time until the Wolvesden are put down like the sick puppies that they are. For the latter, it is only a matter of hours. While Kenny Drake goes deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole, becoming the martyr to a cause that can only be deemed as hypocritical to punish sinners through the act of sin, Nate Cage runs his mouth much to the surprise of no one. It must be nice to get further in this company by simply riding the coat tails of a man who needs faithful followers to treat his word as gospel, to obey his every command and use their bodies to propel him higher, knowing that he's carrying you up with him. It must be rewarding to sit upon a throne of glass and look over a tag team division that can't find a way to neutralise the numerical disadvantage and knock you off your fractioning throne as the mass of your hypocrisies begin to weigh heavy on your heads. Because for too long now I have had to occupy myself with my immediate threats, with the wave of challenges that come testing my mettle and have not been able to intervene in this plague that is looking to infect this company -- the company that I am trying to carry on MY back! Well now, fate has given me a chance to fix a problem that I have been having from the sidelines, a virus that has been allowed to grow that needs to be systematically removed from the body and cured so that the body can recover and revive. And although yes, Scotty and myself aren't what you would necessarily call friends, I feel there is enough meutral to coexist to eradicate a common foe, something you, Nate, seem to find a point of ridicule. Although myself and Scotty haven't had the tenure of competing in tag team matches with one another, a luxury that the Wolvesden may have, that doesn't mean we're dead in the water. Right now, yeah, you're the standard of tag team wrestling in the OWA -- a standard that isn't all that high of a hurdle. Behind the menace, the sadistic tendencies and the sheer numbers, though impressive, you both are far from undefeatable. Perhaps this wildcard tag team of Wakefield and Adams is the long-awaited kryptonite for the Wolvesden. An X-factor, a dark horse tag team that you're just not prepared for when they kick in the door. You are right about one thing though, Nate, tomorrow night has nothing to do with my OWA World Championship. Yet, you say it like it makes victory for you both all the more assured. It's quite the opposite; there is no formalities that I have to persevere through to keep the image of a wholesome champion. I have some breathing room to get reckless, take some risks that I would have restrained myself from taking because I had a reputation to maintain and elevate. I can push myself beyond a bygone limit of tag team wrestling one more time, achieve a feat that I never did before coming to the OWA; beat tag team champions. But that also means that the gold the two of you hold no significance either. Until they are on the line, they hold no more important than the championship in my possession with this encounter. I am not seeking contention for your championship, I am seeking to do a duty to my brand by putting my foot down on the noise in the background to every match I have. To put down the dogs that think they have this company by the throat, who feel they'll be unleashed forever without consequence. Tomorrow night, I am that consequence. WE are that consequence. And to underestimate the level of vitriol that Scotty Adams and Finnegan Wakefield possess, that's a mistake that will only prove vital in when we expose the sheep in wolves clothing, being lead to their slaughter by a shepherd looking for his own demise. In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king, though, if he is leading you just as blindly as anyone else, is he really worth being held up onto the pedestal of king? Cut the head off even the most venomous snake and the body follows, the same can be said when the leader of the pack and his subordinate suffer a similar fate to Kai Stevens; Finnegan Wakefield being the first to damage their sense of control by becoming a scarring statistic. Handing you your first defeat as a team. Stand divided, you're only as strong as your weakest member, and divided, the Wolvesden can be conquered. Tomorrow night, it shall come to pass."

Chapter Four: Three Miles Down August 18th 2018, 7:04 pm by Kai Stevens

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THE BOOK OF
KAI STEVENS

CHAPTER FOUR:
three miles down

----We find ourselves sitting outside of Pat’s King of Steaks in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. It’s nearing dusk, and seated at one of the small tables with attached benches are none other than Kai Stevens and his mentor, Brian Church.
----Kai is busy enjoying his “Wiz Wit,” while Church is engulfing his “Wiz Witout.” However, when the camera comes to rest at the side of the table, Stevens narrows his eyes and clears his throat. Wiping his face with a napkin, he turns towards the camera and allows the remaining quarter of the cheesesteak he’d already begun on its wrapping paper. He seems to be unsurprised about being approached here, but nonetheless seems agitated. As such, his words are vitriolic and venomous.
----“They say that if you seek vengeance,” begins Stevens. “You should dig two graves. Unfortunately for rising stars Jeff X and Callum Valentine? Those two graves are for them.”
----As if he had said more than enough, Stevens turns his focus back to the cheesesteak and lifts it to his mouth, where he takes another bite. Church, however, completes his cheesesteak and after taking a drink from his soda, he turns towards the camera to speak while Kai finishes his.
----“What my protégé is trying to say, I think,” the Dismembered Soul initiates. “Is that Jeff X and Callum Valentine, regardless of their prior success -- if you can call it that -- they’ve got one inevitable destination come Kingdom this week. Jeff X can be the Rising Star of the Week all he’d like. Because at the end of the day, he’s just another hasbeen who thinks that he’s still got it or something. And the fact of the matter is that this business is a young man’s game... Jeff X is older than I am, but he wants to prance around pretending he’s a young upstart readying to embark on a meteoric ascension into the upper echelon of this industry… Where I spent my entire career... And where Kai Stevens forced everyone to welcome him.
----“The fact of the matter remains, regardless of what transpires in Jeff X’s tenure here in OWA, regardless of any successes he achieved prior to this week? He doesn’t have a chance of leaving Philly with a win. If Kai Stevens did to two different OWA Spartan Champions what he did, what would make you think a nobody who’s a decade past his prime -- a prime he wasn’t even active for -- could even fathom beating my protégé? And while he’s not past his prime, what makes you think a literal nobody from Ireland like Callum Valentine could?”
----Stevens at this point has finished his cheesesteak and opened his second one, a “Wiz Witout.” However, upon Church’s completion of his sentiments here, the Envoy of the End turns with haste back towards the camera, launching his resentful speech into the air with reckless abandon.
----“What it really all boils down to,” he explains. “Is that honestly? This triple threat match could be against Finnegan Wakefield and Finnegan Wakefield’s twin brother and I still wouldn’t be able to lose. But instead of two Finnegan Wakefields, I’m given Jeff X and Ca-- Uh, something Valentine?”
----“Callum.”
----“I don’t give a fuck,” responds Stevens. “His name doesn’t matter to me when you take into consideration that much like I did to that cheesesteak, I’m gonna’ fucking destroy him. And y’know what? I’m gonna’ take great joy in it, even if it’s gonna’ be as easy as FUCK as it inevitably will be.”
----Kai pulls his cheesesteak back to his mouth before taking a rather large bite. However, Church seems to be animated at this point, and he halts his unwrapping of his own second cheesesteak. As such, he turns to the camera and speaks.
----“When you’re a guy like Jeff X,” he says. “Who thinks that their history in a high school sport is what will drive them to victory against an athlete of Kai’s caliber? You’re delusional. You’re misguided into believing that you’re somehow superior... You’re given a false sense of security. Because Kai Stevens is gonna’ do to you what nature did to your high school football career… AND FUCKIN’ END IT!”
----“Which is more than I can say for Callen Valentine,” says Stevens, ignoring the facial expression on Church’s face in response to his misspeaking of his foe’s name once more. “Whose professional wrestling career is much like Jeff X’s high school football and professional wrestling career: complete and utter garbage. Instead of working his ass off to represent Ireland in a favorable light, this guy makes Jeff X look competent. That? By the time his career ends-- by the time I end it? That will be his greatest achievement… Making Jeff X look better.
----“Otherwise? Otherwise his career will be as pallid and malnourished as he looks to be, himself. His career, without having even the lowest of the bottom feeders of this industry to compare himself to? Is, like Jeff X, himself, useless. I haven’t taken the time to properly learn his name because I wanted to get a head start on what every person in this industry and every fan of it will be doing sooner than later... Forgetting about him.”
----Stevens turns his attention back to his food and shakes his head as he aggressively chomps into the sandwich. Church smirks and places his soda back down in order to continue their collective diatribe.
----“While you seem to care only about victory and about the glory,” he says. “You have never and will never know the kind of triumph, the kind of glory that Kai Stevens achieves on a WEEKLY BASIS with little to no effort. And until you accept just how inferior you truly are… Until you accept just how sad your futile attempts to be a guy like Kai Stevens is? You will NEVER be able to be happy… Not that I give even a little bit of a fuck about your happiness.
----“Jeff couldn’t handle his glaring absence of success in his career, so he had to come back a decade later to try to get at least a little respect. But you? You’re, more or less, just starting out, and I gotta’ say… You’re gonna’ end up just like Jeff… Alone in your middle age… Alone with your loneliness and your regretful hindsight, lookin’ back with tears in your eyes on your JOKE of a career.
----“Hell,” he continues. “Maybe Kai can help you, by beating you so fuckin’ badly that you realize how much of a waste of your time your entire career is. Maybe he can help you see that… That you’re not made for this industry. You’re not made to withstand the brutalization that Kai Stevens will bring to your doorstep. And on Kingdom? Kai’s gonna’ take all of these stark and utterly horrifying realizations and he’s gonna’ FORCE FEED them to you.”
----Kai places down what remains of his second cheesesteak, which is, at this point, approximately three eighths. Church pulls his soda to his lips as Stevens washes down his last bite of his sandwich with his own before addressing the camera for the final time in our segment.
----“In the end,” he begins. “In the end neither of you has what it takes. You prove it time and time again, week in and week out… You prove it on the high school football field and in Ireland. You prove it in the ring and out of it... But me? ALL I DO IS HAVE WHAT IT TAKES! ALL I DO IS PROVE IT! And on Kingdom, I’m gonna’ prove it by disarticulating both your bitch-asses. Which means that for your time as Rising Star of the Week Award Winners… For your time in this industry? And for my time not being held above two fucking bottom bitches like the two of you… The end is nigh.”
----Stevens and Church smirk arrogantly before turning their focus back to their meal, enjoying what they’ve found to be their favorite cheesesteaks in Philly. In doing so, however, they leave us wondering just how grave this match can truly be. And more importantly--
----Will Jeff X and Callum Valentine fill the two graves? Or will Kai and Brian?

fin.

1st & 10: Kingdom 8/19/18 Promo #1 August 18th 2018, 6:05 pm by **Jeff X**

1^st& 10: Kingdom 8/19/18 Promo #1

The scene opens up to a small high school football field around sunset. The grass has been recently cut and the yard-line markers freshly painted in preparation for the season opener Friday night. There’s an old scoreboard behind the far goal post that looks like it’s been standing there for over thirty years with the words “Jordan Field: Home of the West Craven Eagles” posted at the top of it. On one side of the field sits a very small set of bleachers for the visitor’s side. The opposite side of the field contains a far bigger, although still relatively small compared to most high school stadiums, set of stands for the home crowd. We see a man sitting in the center of those stands and as the camera gets closer to him we see that that man is OWA superstar, Jeff X. He’s dressed in a scuffed up pair of work boots, an old pair of Levi’s jeans, and a black t-shirt advertising some local bar called ‘The Howling Dog Saloon’. The camouflage Realtree hat that we’ve grown accustomed to seeing him in sits atop his head and a pair of dog tags dangle from the chain around his neck. He sits with his feet propped up on the seats in front of him, leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He has a lit cigarette in his right hand and a bottle of Bud Light in his left. He gazes out at the field intently as if he was watching the fourth quarter of the Super Bowl instead of a completely deserted high school stadium. You’d think he’d be ecstatic after earning his first professional wrestling victory since before his decade long hiatus, but it’s difficult to tell because his face and his cold, blue eyes contain no emotion whatsoever. He takes a long drag from his cigarette and exhales a big cloud of smoke before beginning to speak with his light southern accent.

“I stepped onto this field for the first time when I was thirteen years old…around the same time Collum Valentine and Kai Stevens were being born. It was a thrill for me. You see, as a child, hard as it may be to believe, I was always angry. Not particularly at any one or anything in particular. Just at the world in general. Growing up in a small town with a father who expressed his ‘love’ with clenched fists and an intensely competitive brother just two years younger than I, fighting just kind of became second nature to me. Not that I’m proud of it today, but I was constantly being sent home from school for taking out my frustrations on my peers in class. I was never a bully, no, but I would roam the halls here at West Craven High with an extremely short fuse that seemed to always land me a ten day suspension…something my parents were never too thrilled with.”

Jeff takes a swig from his bottle before pressing on.

“Football was my first opportunity to take all of that anger that I had and actually channel it into something productive. I could use that rage each day at practice and every Friday night during games to help my team be victorious. I gave my heart and soul to this game and in return it taught me many things that I will always be grateful for. My discipline, my work ethic, my ambition, and my motivation all stem from running two-a-days in the blazing summer sun during my teenage years right down there on that field. I took all of those traits this beautiful game gave me and carried them with me everywhere I went. From the grid iron, to the Marine Core, to my family, and especially to the wrestling ring. I’ve now brought all of those things with me here to the OWA and, as Jax Wylde found out this past Sunday, I am going to utilize all of those traits to ensure my success in this business.”

He pauses to take another drag from his smoke and a sip from his beer.

“On the last episode of Kingdom I decimated Jax Wylde, just like I said that I would. It was obvious from the ring of the bell that he was not in my league and it only took a few moments to claim my victory. I guess the people making the matches must have been watching because this week they decided to give me two opponents instead of just one, booking me in a triple threat match against Kai Stevens and the debuting Callum Valentine.”

He cracks a small smile, as if amused at the thought of his opponents and hits the Marlboro Red once more.

“I hear a lot of talk from everyone involved in this industry about Kai Stevens and his impressive wins over multiple champions in the last month. And I hear a lot of talk about Callum Valentine from…well…Callum Valentine. I have little doubt in my mind that both of these kids are talented and have bright futures in this industry. It’s just a shame that OWA had to force them into the ring with me so early in their respective careers.”

He takes another drink from the bottle and rubs the short stubble of a beard on his face, collecting his thoughts on his two young opponents.

“You see, guys like Kai and Callum…they thrive on confidence. They’re young, brash, and arrogant. They believe that the whole world is theirs for the taking and all that they have to do is reach out and take it. Unfortunately for them the world they are trying to take is one that I am currently residing in. This Sunday I will take that seemingly unwavering confidence of theirs and I will destroy it. I will shatter it into so many little pieces that it will never be able to be put back together again. I did not come to the OWA to help the next young generation of wrestlers gain notoriety. I came here to cause physical and emotional pain to as many people as I possibly can. Kai and Callum will come to experience that this Sunday at Kingdom. I know men like them all too well and when I take everything they thought they knew and everything that they were so sure about and obliterate it, they may never be the same again.”

Jeff flicks his cigarette butt out into the distance and it lands somewhere near the bottom rows of the bleachers. He stands up and takes a long swig of his beer and begins walking down the center aisle of the bleachers until he steps off of them and leans on the fence that separates the field from the stands, still staring out onto the very field he once thrived on in his adolescent days.

“I learned from my coaches back in high school, twenty years ago that in order to succeed and be great, it takes more than just athletic ability. I would need to be smart, study film, hone my craft, know my opponents, and be just as dominant mentally as I am physically. That’s what separates the good from the great players. I’ve remembered that every step of the way throughout my wrestling career. When I first started out in this business, I was just wildly throwing punches. I treated every match like it was just a barroom brawl and, to be honest, I was pretty successful in doing so. But since then, I’ve studied and worked. Honed my craft and I now stand here as one of the most technically sound professional wrestlers in the world. I know it, Kai and Callum know it, Jax Wylde damn sure knows it. Hell, the whole damn world knows it. That being said, I have no problem leaving all of that technical prowess at the door this weekend, because apparently both Kai and Callum have reputations as two men that like to fight. I find that a little ironic since neither of them actually knows what a real fight is. At this point in their lives, the toughest challenge they’ve had to deal with has been puberty. That will all change this Sunday. If it’s a fight they want, then it’s a fight they’ll get. At Kingdom, I’m going to put their little reputations to the test, because when I walk down that aisle, I won’t be coming to wrestle. I’ll be coming to fight. And I promise the both of you that this will be one fight that you will not enjoy.”

Jeff swirls around the little bit of beer he has remaining before drinking it all. He then turns and chucks the bottle as far as he can over the fence and into the woods behind the field before turning and walking to the exit of the ‘stadium’ towards the parking lot.

“Kai Stevens…you should be proud of what you’ve accomplished in your short career thus far. Two victories over OWA Champions is no small feat. At least you’ll always have that to hang your hat on. Don’t take it too hard when you inevitably lose to me this week…at least not as hard as you took that submission loss to Finnegan a couple weeks back. There are plenty of other inferior talents on this roster that you can defeat after I finish with you two fools and move on to bigger and better things.”

Jeff reaches a beautiful, black Harley Davidson Sportster in the parking lot and he lifts his leg over it, sitting down on the sharp-looking bike. He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pack of smokes. He sticks one into his mouth and lights it before stuffing the pack back into his pocket.

“As for Callum Valentine…I’ve been around this business long enough now to know exactly who this guy is despite this being his first match. Guys like him are a dime a dozen in this industry. They come in talking a huge game just because they faired pretty well sparring at his local gym against some guys that probably work for, like, AT&T or some shit. Don’t get me wrong. Yeah, sure…the kid’s kinda funny at times. But this isn’t stand-up comedy night, son…this is professional wrestling. So I want you to listen to me closely you dumb Irish fuck…go home. Get out while you still have your health and your dignity. Because you’re no different than any other piece of shit before you. You’re going to wind up embarrassed and broken and you’ll return home stripped of all of your pride, having brought shame to your entire homeland.”

Jeff takes a drag of the cigarette and then flips his hat around backwards, before grabbing the helmet that hangs off of the handlebar of his bike. He takes the clear riding glasses that were tucked inside of it out and throws them on his face before slapping the helmet over his hat and buckling it under his chin. He glances at the camera on more time.

“Lastly to the Kingdom management…making me fight two men instead of one isn’t going to change the result. When I finish beating the hell out of these two useless pieces of trash, I’m going to continue successfully working my way through this roster until I stand alone at the top of it. No matter who you throw at me or how many you throw at me, the result will stay the same.”

Jeff takes one long drag off of his smoke and flicks it into the parking lot somewhere before firing up his Harley. The bike comes to life with a loud roar as Jeff pulls the throttle a few times. He yells loudly over the engine to the camera…

“SEE YOU SUNDAY BOYS!!!"

With that Jeff speeds off into the night and the scene fades to black.

The landscape has changed! Layne Kurobane has found his next obstacle! One that towers of him with a massive shadow! Its darkness consumes him, but he knows he must fight! In the face of his Monolith, Layne stands his ground! He cannot falter! His Pandora’s Box has been pried open, and with it the true challenges of the world of Omega! Championship gold glimmers in the distance, but it feels miles away! He must march ahead! But he is not alone! Others join him on this road that only one can survive in the end! He finds himself pursued by not just men, but wolves! Hungry, sadistic, and merciless! They do not fear! He must fight for what he desires! Layne cannot allow this chance to slip through his fingers!

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My mother was an optimist.

When things went wrong, sure, she struggled. Don’t we all? But it astounded me, even as a child, how she was able to turn things around and make a positive out of them. Even in her darkest days, she was able to find some kind of silver lining and gave herself a reason to keep going. I quickly learned that was made her a very rare species of person, because for years throughout my life since then, I’ve witnessed what usually becomes of people who find themselves in their own bad ways. The ones going through their own darkest days don’t usually escape them, at least not for a long time. They say “If you find yourself going through Hell, then keep going”, but you’d be surprised by how many of them will simply cut their losses, roll over, and die. It’s easy enough to just stop and give in to defeat, because it takes no effort. Not my mother though.

So, of course, I try to be like her.

It’s never been easy and it comes more naturally to others, but I try, and I try, and I try again. I’m not naturally optimistic, but I find it a lot more beneficial to find a silver lining in everything and make something of it. So when I find myself looking in the eyes of a Dustin Duke, I find a silver lining. When I look in the eyes of an Isaac Thornton, I find a silver lining. The Goose, Monolith, and even you, J.D. You told me to look you in the eyes, and that’s exactly what I’m doing. Not because you wanted it, but because that’s what I have to do. When I look you in the eyes and wonder what significance you could be to me when you have absolutely nothing to do with me in any way, shape, or form… I find a silver lining. And I have, Damon. I truly, truly have. I’m absolutely ELATED that you think so highly of yourself, because I promise you with all the honesty in my body that you are valuable to me. Now this is an opportunity you can’t pass up, so I’m pleading with you right now to stick with me and listen to every word I have to say, because there’s not a soul on this Earth outside of your friends who would find anything worth a damn about you. Why should they? What have you done, Damon? Where have you been? What do you have to backup all of this prestige you seem to carry on your shoulder? As far as I’m concerned, you’re as worthless as I am right now until one of us proves something here where it matters the most, and I fully intend to be the one to do it. But rest assured, you still have meaning!

For instance, you, J.D. Damon, are 2 and 0.

I promise I’ll get back on track, but right now I’d like for myself and everyone else to just take a moment to appreciate how talented Damon is and congratulate him on successfully winning a whole two matches with absolutely NO losses! Wow! Such impressive! Much win! A round of applause for Damon! He’s on a roll with some butter! He’s a juggernaut with momentum at his back! Hop on the Damon Band Wagon and strap in for a ride!

Now you may not know this, Damon, but I am just a lowly soul with a mere two wins and one loss to my name. Not very special, right? Of course, I guess I have the chance to make that three wins and one loss and kind of even it out between you and I, right? There’s a silver lining! But there’s got to be more to it than that, you know? Wins and losses haven’t been what I wanted. In fact, what I want right now is my shot at the Spartan Championship, but in my way stands a man who equally would love an opportunity like that, so therein lies in the problem. Right now someone else might see what’s going on here and bolt while they still can, because when you look around at the hungry competitors in this company, it’s easy to see why it feels like an uphill battle that never ends. Like you’re a man who just pushes a stone up a hill every single day, only for it to fall back down every night. It feels futile, but none of us would be here right now if we didn’t come to compete for what we believe belongs to us, right? I was told by Tressler himself that I would step in the ring with Monolith and get my shot at the Spartan Championship, but just now I’m looking around and realizing it might have never been that simple. In fact, if I were to lose tomorrow night on Kingdom, would I still be entitled to that match? Would I still belong here? And it’s not just you, Damon, you’re not THAT special. Don’t flatter yourself and believe the spotlight belongs solely on you because I promise you that you’re one of many coming out of the woodwork to throw their name into the circle for a shot at Monolith. There’s nothing I can do to stop that. I can’t make you do anything else, but I can prove that I’m better than you. Each and every single one of you chomping at the bit to pull the rug out from under me and take this spot.

I expected nothing less.

Believe it or not, I live for this. I want you all to test me because I will do absolutely everything in my power to put you down, and if I fail, then did I really belong there in the first place? That’s something that makes others fall apart and focus on something else. Silver linings are fine and all, but you can’t sweep that under the rug and pretend it isn’t there. You CAN’T. You just can’t. Know your faults and improve yourself - nobody’s impressed with some asshole who desperately searches for some consolation prize when he falls flat on his face. But more than the others who want a shot at the Spartan Championship, you happen to be more of a threat in your own way. Because you are not alone. You haven’t been alone for a long time either, I’m guessing. You’ve got your pack of wolves by your side, ready to pounce at any given moment and take what they want. I’d love nothing more than to look you in the eyes and tell you good luck in a fair competition, but we know how this goes. That would be delusional of me, wouldn’t it? You have absolutely no intention of playing fair, because that’s just how you are. All of you. See, from what I gather, you believe that you are someone that sticks out. You’re J.D. Damon! You’re the next possible Spartan Champion! You’re a key member of Wolvesden! You…

No, you’re nobody. Not even a cog in a machine. You’re just a fraction of a big, grey blob.

You and your buddies - they’re a collective unit that makes up this big blob. You pretend you have a leader, but when it comes down to it, you’re just a bunch of dogs trying to prove you’re a key member of the pack, and all you do is prove that none of you are key members. But that’s alright. Hey, I don’t judge. Not much, anyway. I’m just here to make a silver lining from these dark clouds, because I know what’s coming on Kingdom. If anything, I’d like to personally thank you. THANK YOU, DAMON. Thank you for being exactly what I needed. I want to prove that I’m the guy who deserves to challenge Monolith, and I can’t think of a greater example to make than you. Last week, Monolith failed in the face of a numbers game, and I had a front row seat to witness it. I could have done something, sure, but it was his battle to fight and all I really give a damn about his the Championship around his waist. He proved that when the chips are down like that and he’s surrounded on all sides, he can’t get the job done. I’m looking you in the eyes, Damon, and I don’t see the special competitor that you wanted me to see. All I see is opportunity. All I see is a chance to make something out of nothing. You’re gonna bring your pack, and I’m going to prove that I can do what Monolith couldn’t. I’m gonna beat you on Kingdom, and I’m gonna do it in spades. Don’t play coy with me. Don’t insult me and act like you have even a shred of honor in your body. I welcome the challenge, Damon! By all means, I INVITE you to do it! Bring Kenny! Bring Niki! Bring Cage! Bring Mama Damon! Bring Papa Damon! Bring your third cousin, twice removed! Bring your Goddamn dog! Bring the whole family!

Bring your army.

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While others have been fed upon, Layne refuses to go down so easily! No matter how great their numbers, he looks for a way out! He finds such a thing in himself! A beast that he has within him to contend with the hungry wolves! Fear may run through his body, but fear is what pushes us to keep going! We must overcome it! Layne Kurobane has no choice but to prove he belongs on this path - he and he alone! Blood may stain his hands! Wounds may fester! His will may bend, but it will never break! Layne bares his fangs for the inevitable fight with this hungry pack! There is no other way! He must prove it! He must prove he is just as hungry! He must prove he is just as unapologetic in his pursuit to capture his prey! HE MUST! HE MUST!! HE MUST!!!

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[Nate Cage]

[The Amusement of Defiance]

[Heaven's Den]

[August 18 2018]

[End this charade]

[Nate is leaning back on a simple wooden chair, watching over new recruits hitting his gruelling assault course]

Wars are often fought on more than one front, right now, I’m living that. If I’m not dealing with Scott Oasis, it’s Heart and Seoul. Now, I learn that the OWA Bloodline Tag Team Champions must join forces to take on two men who are in a war of their own. How amusing.

Scotty, I’ve heard everything you’ve had to say and I am entertained, I must say. There’s no one quite like you, is there? I do find it funny that you talk so much of smoke and mirrors, yet talk with endless amounts of window dressing. Zion? Bianca? Listen up boy, I do not care what you have for personal goals. You want a family? I don’t care. Your special someone gets up the duff? I don’t care. The bitch miscarries? I. Don’t. Fucking. Care.

You are a man who relies on nothing but smoke and mirrors to find success. What do you do? You talk up a storm and bewilder opponents so that they’ve spent so much processing power trying to work out what the fuck you’re saying so you can take advantage of them when it’s time to dance. Oh, such brilliant strategy. You’re a man of cunning, yeah? You’ve mapped out every outcome? You won the Spartan’s Title at Hardcore Havoc because you were better at tug of war than two other people. Oh, such planning, such genius, I’m so bloody impressed. As I lay there at Hardcore Havoc, prone in a pile of bodies, I looked at you, knowing that I would one day bring your downfall.

Things didn’t quite map out the way I intended though, because you fucking lost, didn’t you? Budokai Tenkaichi, you got torn limb from limb by Monolith and were saved by CASPIAN’s own cowardice. Yeah, I’m sure you planned for that one. Then we all got to see how truly brilliant your strategy was at Boiling Point, when you managed to lose your own belt without even being pinned. Oh Scotty, your brain, it’s so big. My God, I don’t know if I can take it. You clever little bastard!

Now, you’ve done what I always knew you’d do, you’ve run away from your own division because you know you can’t beat Monolith. Your strategies within strategies seem to fall apart when you’re getting the shit kicked out of you, don’t they? Oh but it’s alright, because you’re a masochist, you love that pain? Well, it’s a shame that I’m not feeling generous this week, because I’m not all too fussed with drawing your blood at the moment. Kenny is no doubt going to lay in on you, me? I’m concerned with victory at any cost. You know why? Because you’ve dared to walk into our territory. You have the audacity to make a table in our house, this is something I take exception to.

I don’t know how much you’ve been paying attention, Scotty, but we’ve done what you were not able to: run an entire division and given nobody else breathing room. You want to lose to the big men and try your luck with the smallest champion we’ve got? Be my guest. Two skinny fuckers bending each other’s arms, pure box office. This never-ending lack of logic that just because you’re two men with great accomplishments as your own performers means you’re a match for the very best tag team on Earth, it astounds me.

[Nate holds his tag title up to the camera]

This means you are about to have the toughest challenge of your life. Oh I’m sure there are plenty of people assuming yet another win for Finn and Scotty, that’s because most people are idiots. Me and Kenny can’t be doing with them. That’s why we hijacked a television studio. Finn, your world title means nothing on Sunday, not when it’s the great couples dance. The only accolade that matters is the belts me and Kenny have across our shoulders. We won them as a team, we’ve defended them as a team, we have and always will be a team. Oh, I know what’s going on in your heads, you’ll put your differences aside, you’ll form the greatest team this company has ever seen for one night only!

No, I’ll tell you exactly what will happen, there will be a conflict of interests. I do not know when it will come, because it depends entirely on you. Two egos, two men with an inflated sense of pride who are mere weeks away from ripping each other’s bodies apart for a trinket that neither one of you should have. No such conflict exists when you’re a tag team champion. You have to leave it all behind you and accept that you must co-exist for sustained success. You are two men who are lone wolves in this business. You have no real pack to support you. Well, Scotty has whoever the fuck he’s trying to inseminate on one side and Finn has his girlfriend who me and Kenny battered so bad that she ran back to play fight with girls, because men were too much for her to handle. God, pathetic.

Scotty, you like to consider outcomes, eh? You like to plan ahead? That was me once upon a time. I had it all mapped out: I was going to plot out vanquishing you and claiming the Spartan’s Title for myself, declare myself the kingpin of this company. Then you ruined that for me by being Monolith’s bitch. It was at that point I realised there are intangibles that cannot ever be planned for. I realised that I am my own man, me and Kenny saw what we had in front of us: opportunity. Through his sick, twisted ideals and my cold, calculated menace, we’ve become the standard of tag team wrestling. You two have become the standard for mediocrity. Come now, Finn, who have you beat in your little reign? A wannabe movie star? Your secret lover, Keelan Callihan? A man so full of shame that he retired…umm, oh golly, who else? Jon McAdams was in there somewhere, right? Yeah, I beat him like he was a fucking dog not too long ago, he’s hardly a proud addition to one’s resume.

Me and Kenny have had to deal with the deck being stacked against us. Vernon Tressler has handed us hoop after hoop to jump through, put us in situations where our loss was all but guaranteed and we persevered. We don’t talk about our spiritual destiny, we don’t push to make wrestling a high art form, we show up, fucking batter who is in front of us and go home to do whatever the fuck we want. You’ll never be ready for a pack mentality, you’ll never grasp why we are yet to be defeated. If no team has worked out how we can be stopped, how are two fools fighting over some worthless leather and metal going to?

It is not of anyone’s concern what battles we have to fight but us. Heart and Seoul won’t show up on Sunday because they know we can do terrible things to their master if they do. Scott Oasis got himself suspended, so he’s out of the equation. Only time we’ll be looking over our shoulders is after the final bell rings and we glance back at the bodies we’ve left on the canvas. We need only focus on a pair of egomaniacs who want to give tag team wrestling a quick go. How precious. Come on then, we’ll give you your free shot. All you stand to gain is a failed attempt at bolstering your claims to being “the best.” I suppose you’re the best at wasting our time, which is a lofty claim given how many fuckers seem to be doing that at the moment. You bony cunts need to wake up and smell the coffee, if Finn’s diet allows him to even drink coffee. Just know that when you’re lying there, wondering what the fuck happened, you were simply torn apart by a collective of brutality that you had no way of planning for.

Finn, I hope you’re ready to listen to Scotty talk ad nauseum about all the multiple strategies to victory that he has, like the human choose your own adventure novel that he is. I don’t know how you can even stand to be in the same room as the man who eats nothing but word salad. And Scotty? I hope you’re done talking and ready to start fighting, because me and Kenny can communicate our strategies in the ring, our assault flowing from one man to the other in a flawless display of sadism.

Now, if you don’t mind, I’m not going to drag out my spiel any longer with a Scotty Adams Special. I’m going to go back to doing something worthwhile with my life and not worrying about which wrestling moves lower my sperm count or if I have enough stamina to pleasure my harem of wenches.

Tata, lads.

[Static]

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) August 18th 2018, 9:28 am by **KEKOA**

You know, I was just looking at my calendar… actually, I don’t have a calendar, but that’s besides the point -- what I’m getting at is, it has been just a few days over one month since I have made my triumphant return to the land of professional wrestling. One month! What a month it has been, folks! In the past thirty days, I have done what I came here to do, cause utter and total chaos with my Wolvesden family. Much like I have done in previous wrestling promotions that I have been in, I have instilled fear in every single member of the Omega Wrestling Alliance roster. I think by now the majority of the has-beens in the back know not to step up to J.D. freakin’ Damon. But, you never know, there may still be a reject puttering around thinking that they can take down the MONSTER that is The Ultimate Disharmony. Hell, I’m sure that Layne Kurobane thinks deep down that he can be the one person on this entire roster that can take me done; the one person who can knock me off from my feet long enough to get the one, two, three over me. Look at me, Layne! Look in my eyes… DON’T. COUNT. ON. IT! I am currently undefeated since my arrival in OWA. UN-FUCKIN’-DEFEATED! Two and oh, Layne! TWO AND OH! How many other people can currently say that? I’m no statistician, but I’m pretty confident in saying that there aren’t too many people who can. And I know damn well, Layne, that YOU cannot say that about yourself. Layne, you are nothing more than a mere stepping stone for me, my friend. A stepping stone for me on my journey to achieve great things! Things that you can only sit back and imagine achieving. When I signed my name on the dotted line of my OWA contract I promised myself TWO things. Numero uno! Wreck as much havoc as humanly possible. And B... bring more championship gold to the Den of Wolves. Kenny and Nate have the tag team division currently on lock with their championship belts, and trust me when I say that Heart and Seoul have nothing on those two. That title match is going to be a walk in the park for my Wolvesden brothers. SPOILER ALERT! They're going to retain. But where's my championship gold?! Where's my fuckin' title belt? I'll tell you exactly where it is. It's currently being held my some jackass getting tarnished. Rest assure, though, that sooner rather than later J.D. Damon WILL have championship gold once again! And to be completely honest with everyone, I do not care which title I acquire. It could be me wiping the floor with Finnegan Wakefield and taking the OWA World Championship. OR! Or it could be me breaking Monolith in half and taking that Spartan Championship. It really does not matter to me. Just know that everyone will soon be gazing upon me adding yet another championship belt to my list. Layne, I am going to apologize to you in advance for me practically murdering you Sunday night. Did I really just say apologize? Nah, screw that! I'm not sorry for anything. I'm sure as hell not sorry for what is going to happen to you when we meet. Sunday night you get to witness first hand what happens when you cross J.D. Damon!

...Damn that ending was pretty cliché, wasn't it? Eh, screw it.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) August 18th 2018, 3:44 am by Guest

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[The scene opens to a VIP section in a fancy Italian restaurant. There sits Isaac Thornton at the head of a long table. On the sides of the table are his representatives, who are nervously eating their pasta. After how Isaac fired one of his reps last week, they are walking on eggshells. But Isaac doesn't care about the tension you could cut with a knife. No, instead Isaac is using his knife and fork to help eat his pizza because he is just that kind of asshole. Isaac snaps his fingers and one of his assistants grabs a napkin and wipes his mouth for him. He asks for the cameraman to step closer towards him, inviting him in.]

Isaac: What's going on here? Did someone die? Huh? Oh, so no one's gonna answer me? Michael? Phillip? Stan? Guys c'mon! Jennifer, you haven't even touched your plate. Your food is getting cold. Patrick, why such the long face, hmm? Oh wow, I see what's going on here. It's clear as day! You guys listened to The Goose's absurd statements, too. It changes a person, I know. Sucks the life right out of you. Makes you want to take a nice bubble bath...with a plugged in toaster. Makes "13 Reasons Why" seem like a comedy. Highly overrated show, by the way. Fun fact, they wanted me to play the guidance counselor at first, but I said nah, I'm good. Speaking of overrated, hello Goose. You like that transition? It was smooth. Almost as smooth as me in the ring. But before I go on to defeat you between those ropes, I suppose I should provide some closing remarks regarding this match. I mean, I wouldn't dare deprive these fans of such knowledge and integrity, from yours truly. oh no! And it's nice to know that I am going to get the last word in. After all, we couldn't possibly end this on The Goose's fart jokes and baseless arguments. No, I am here to save the day. More specifically, I am going to save the "build up" of this matchup, which is really hard to do when you have him as an opponent. Lots and lots of back pain from carrying the weight of The Goose's irrelevancy on my shoulders. I'll tell ya, but don't worry, I will be able to go tomorrow night. So with that said, let's just dumpster dive into the filth that came from The Goose's, aka the human dumpster fire's, mouth. To start, let's call a spade a spade, shall we? When it comes to you, it alarms me just how much you overvalue your worth to this company. Nay, this entire business. You see, the problem with you is you constantly wear those rose-tinted glasses of yours. Shading you from the truth. Acting as if you are this highly respected wrestling legend. A legend that is willing to bestow some great advice to the younger crop of talent. But of course, you would leave me out of it. You said it yourself, you could teach me many lessons that could come in handy down the road, but you choose to belittle me instead. And that begs the question, what could you possibly teach me? Actually, I don't know why I bothered to ask you since you won't be able to respond, silly me. So guys, what could The Goose teach me? ...Any minute now! Huh, all I am getting are blank faces.

But knowing you, which made me vomit a little bit in my mouth because I never wanted to get to know you in the first place - but what I was about to say is you would most likely say you could help me become more interesting, since you went out of your way on multiple occasions to label me as boring and bland and blah blah blah! Am I supposed to be offended by those words? Maybe I would if it wasn't for the fact that it's the most overused "insult" that every single wrestler uses in every single company. It's almost as a last resort when their opponent has them cornered and they can't think of anything else to say so they yell, "OH YEAH? WELL UM, WELL YOU'RE BORING! HA YEAH TAKE THAT!" It's like being called a stupid face on the playground by your fifth-grade classmate. It doesn't sting. It doesn't hurt. It's just an eye roller, as you let out a disappointed sigh, which I have done multiple times when I have the misfortune of listening to you talk about god knows what. But the thing is Goose, I am not here to be interesting. I am not here to entertain. I am simply here to take. And I could go more in-depth about that last comment, but I already have time and time again. So it's pointless. But then again, so is talking to you, and yet I still do it. Not because your words struck a nerve, but because to put it bluntly, I just like to talk. I like to watch my opponents dig their hole deeper and deeper by making empty promises and empty threats. Which reminds me, don't eat a huge meal before our match because you'll need to save room for all the crow you'll need to chow down on. But like I said, I am not here to entertain the masses as if I am some caged in zoo animal. My two main goals are to take opportunities away from the likes of you, whether they be title matches or the titles themselves. And I am also proving a point on how easy it is to be a successful professional wrestler. Not hard at all. Sorry if that comment ruffled some feathers - but then again, I don't care, so I take that back.

But back to this whole being "entertaining" topic that you went on and on about. You said you're entertaining. That you have charisma just oozing from your veins. You can believe that all you want because you have made it known that you are delusional. But I don't think you get to judge yourself like that. That's just being a douche. "Look at me, I am so cool. I am the coolest dude around!" And ten times out of ten, the person who says that is the least cool human being on this planet. Which hey, just so happens to be you. Because I will be honest, I doze off quite a bit when you talk and I am sure most people do the same. I am just being honest with you and I am sure you feel the same way about me and hey, that's fine. But for the time being, this is about you, which just so happens to be your favorite topic since you make everything about yourself. But like I was saying, you aren't;t very captivating. So while people do something else, such as browsing the internet on their phone or laptop, with you talking in the background, the only way you can get their attention is by name-dropping people. Such as your "best friend", Cameron Ella Ava. People perk up a bit and say oh shit, you know her? And then they go brag to their friends that they met Cameron's personal car washer. Or how about all the times you talk about Carlos? Or Finnegan? Hey guys, did you know Goose faced Finnegan in the past? Yeah, about twenty times - twenty times too man that is. But if you didn't know this fun fact, then he will be sure to tell you all about it with every other sentence he utters because he just loves to run things into the ground. Certain topics, his career, etc.

My presence alone makes your skin crawl, doesn't it? My words make you want to beat my face to a bloody pulp. And I am able to get this reaction from you without even trying. Why are you so worked up in the first place? Talking about how you plan on dropping me on the head or saying how I am this huge asshole. And yet, you say I am the uptight one? Pot, meet kettle! I've not once made a threat to you this week. I haven't gone out of my way to say I plan on injuring you or how I intend to harm your well being in any way, shape or form. And it's not because I am incapable of causing you severe damage because trust me, I could arrange that if I wanted to, but it's because you don't matter enough to me. And on top of that, I don't view you as a threat that I need to eliminate. Hell, our current world champ doesn't give you a single thought, even with your "heated" rivalry in the rearview mirror. You know? The history you refuse to let go, while he has moved on and accomplished something actually important? Which to be fair, isn't saying much because there really isn't anything you are more important than - maybe Shimmer? And that's a maybe. It might even be an unpopular opinion, who knows? But what I do know is you don't listen very carefully. I am sure your response would be, "Well, it's because I don't find you entertaining, duh!" Yeah, we get it, I am not your cup of tea, bummer. But I don't think that's the real reason. Deep down it's because I make good points and you simply don't want to give me credit for said points, so you just act like it never happened. A bold strategy, Cotton - and no, it didn't pay off.

For instance, you said I refuse to own up to the fact I lost to Finnegan at Boiling Point when I literally told you I did. I mean, how could I say otherwise? IT WAS CAUGHT ON CAMERA, GOD DAMN! And in response, I requested a rubber match, meaning I know the score is an even 1-1. Which means I clearly lost along the way, derp. Not only that but I went into detail about how I plan on bouncing back from that loss and yet you still went on and on about how you react to loss is what reveals your true colors. Huh, is that some veteran inside scoop? Because damn, I never thought about it like that! Yeah, that's sarcasm old man. The last point I want to touch on is how you actually believe that you have the power to help mold rookies into stars. For example, you seem to take a lot of credit for Finnegan's success. And why is that? Because you wrestled him a few times? It can't just be the fact that he's good and that he was going to get better over time, with or without you? No, you must be the reason! It's all you! And with that, I see where this is going and I am going to put a stop to this before its even given a chance to leave the ground. After I beat you this week, which is in fact, going to happen, it's set in stone - I don't want to see you again. You can go back to facing the likes of Layne where you belong. But I am not going to allow you to leech off my career and try to pull the same shit you did with Finnegan, where you "handpick" people to have a series of matches with. I am not interested. And I hope Vernon is listening to this right now. If me facing The Goose becomes a reoccurring theme, I might as well pack my bags and go to Olympus so I don't lose my sanity. I say this not because I fear you Goose, but because - how do I put this nicely? You are a fucking waste of time. And I think I've wasted my breath on you for far too long. Let's get this over with.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) August 17th 2018, 12:57 pm by ScottyAdams

The Ballad of Misery (Part 4)/Venturing the Road I never thought I would

All week, I've been thinking. Pondering the choices I've made throughout the course of my life. The passages that I have taken, both in terms of my business and my career. Contemplating everything that has led me to this moment. The choice, to *finally* settle down my life. To finally find someone that I can call my own - even if they have *always* been right here. Within my warm; eternal embrace. In fact, it is this, that has reassured me that Bianca *is* truly the one.

That we were forever aligned. 'Destined' to be intertwined and I couldn't feel better about it all. I feel secure with the decision. The acceptance that it is what *needs* to be, if I am to finally be in sync with myself on an emotional level. If I am going to find *true* liberation within the scope of my life. If I was to truthfully look inside of the mirror; allow my reflection to radiate its smile back to me.

Let your warmth guide you, baby. Let your light, shine through the shield you constructed.

These words from Joely as I slept, secured it all. She reminded me of just *what* had been missing. Just what I had forgotten, ever since I expunged 'Zion'. Ever since I left him within the depths of his own demise. The 'void' that I had opened up with that very act - one, that I had blockaded the light from. When I should have been allowing it to glow. Enabling it, to make me whole. To attempt to return, to who I once was. To who I wish to be once again, as I walk the passage of purity.

As I seek, to expunge the poison from not just the realm of wrestling, but the very reality that we call our own. To remove, those who have enabled the decay. The decimation of all wrestling stood for; the destruction of what society is meant to encapsulate. Even if that means burning the world into nothing more than ash. Watching, as it all crashes and burns within the mire. Within the despair, that it created for itself. The light, is my key to opening up the final passage.

I knew you couldn't truly escape. I knew you *still* kept a portion of me, locked within your darkest chamber. Waiting for when I would be called upon

Those words echo within my mind, as I feel his presence linger. I should have known he wasn't going to let me free that easily. I should have known that if I am to *truly* be free, I would have to embrace 'him'. Just as I will with the light - because as much as I denied it. As much as I tried to claim it wasn't so, Zion is a part of me. He is, who I am. He is the 'yang' to my 'yin'. Honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way. For as much as the 'burial' was meant to expunge him from my body. From my soul, it was also a means to embrace the darkness.

To embrace the side of me, that is more maniacal than you could ever imagine. The side of me, that reveals to you just why I call your little 'cult' nothing more than smoke and mirrors, Kenny. Something that you seem to be unable to comprehend. Even though you *proved* it yourself, with that last video - that last intimidation tactic you used, to try and convince me. To try and hammer home the 'message' that you are serious. That you are a *threat* and that you will hurt me. That you will take me to the brink of existence; make me cry for death to come forth.

I invite you to do so.

I told Monolith this, but now, it seems that I must reiterate it for you. I . Live . For . Pain. I *want* you to hurt me. I want you to take me beyond the human limits. The threshold, where the regular person would break - for that is when I can be set free. That is when, everything begins to fall into place. I'm a masochist - Pain doesn't bother me in the slightest at all. In fact, I look death and the creeping shadows that accompany it dead in the centre of their eyes and I laugh. I embrace their call and simply smile as the anguish. The sorrow washes through my body; traps me within its halls.

More than you could ever comprehend. It's just as I told you: I'm not Carlos Russo. I'm not Scott Oasis. Both men who you have crossed paths with, or in Oasis's case, still are crossing paths with - yet neither of them hold the key. Neither of them, hold the understanding of their fate that I do. They are merely blinded by their rage. By their lust for a fight - even if they cannot stand before their flames; answer to what awaits them. Not like I can. Not like I *have* done.
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There's a secret you might wish to know about me. One, that I have locked away - secured within a little white box, in the darkest chamber of my mind. Waiting for the moment, where I deem it fit to reveal it to the world. The hour, that it is called upon. In order to 'save' the destiny from meeting its final fate. From being laid to rest. One, that I had hoped would never have to rise - but Kenny, you have done it. You have awoken it. You have caused it to roar; call for the key to be turned; it to be freed from its chains.

I am the Son of Darkness.

This isn't an illusion. This isn't me trying to scare you - you've already revealed your fear. Your masquerade yourself. This is me, telling you that beneath the exterior. Beneath the bubbly outlook and cheerful personality - lays a being that lives within the darkest portions of the human psyche. Festering; waiting for its name to be called. Waiting for its victim, to be brought to its feet, as the flames suffocate every last fibre. Every last notion they cling to. Its only desire, being that their hope is all that remains. Their fanciful dreams; their own distortion of reality.

So that I can be the one to vanquish it. So that it, can reap upon the last moments that you roam upon this earth. So that your own fate, is left to rest in the palms of my hand. Waiting to be crushed - waiting for the web, to suffocate you. You feel that tingling inside of you Kenny? That sense, that causes you to scream? That causes you to develop an obsession with bringing about my end? Hoping, that your claims will bring about some spiritual 'enrichment'; that it will cleanse the agony that resides within?

That's the fear.

The Paranoia.

Setting in. Waiting for you to confess to yourself. For Wolvesden. That you failed. That you couldn't suppress the temptation to burn. To enter the game, that you just couldn't win. Just remember as it is all razed to the ground. As you find yourself seeking a way out. A way, to make it all vanish. For you to find the finality you claim you'll make me seek that all this. Everything that is bound to occur as the shadows collapse in; bay for your blood to be shed - *you* were the one who called. The one, who cried for me to go to *this* place.

A place, that I thought I would *never* have to visit again. One, that could just have easily remained within that little box. Wrapped with the neat little bow. But, I must thank you for this, Kenny. Yes. Sincerely. Thank you for bringing me here. For reminding me, that when one embraces the darkness. The sadistic nature that lingers within, that they can truly find the paradise they seek.

That they can finally, commence crafting the world within their image. Bringing about, everything they seek. For you, however - it has all been sealed. It has all been laid to rest; all that is left, is for the shadows to claim what is theirs to hold. Theirs to cherish as the eternal song floats throughout the night. All within the palm of my hand.

Do you understand it yet?
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We won't be alone within the ring on Sunday, however. You will have your 'War Adviser'. Your second in command Nate Cage by your side, whilst I shall have the man who currently holds the crown. The man, who when the time comes to pass, shall dance within the flames just as you shall; as all that he cherishes disappears within the plumes of smoke that encapsulate him. Finnegan Wakefield by mine. Yet the narrative is just as it was when we last did this dance.

Isn't it?

You remember what it was back then, don't you? You were constantly glancing over your shoulder. Peering around, making sure that Tarah Nova didn't wish to make you her pray. Her little marionette - much like it is with Heart and Seoul and Scott Oasis this time around. I was the 'mercenary'. The one who was supposed to act as the mediator for your little issues - and this time, you could say the same thing with myself and Finn. Yes, we have our own narrative to tell. Our own mirror, to glance into, but as I have stated ad infinitum: that shall be dealt with when the time calls for it to be so.

*Not* any sooner. This isn't CM Nas and Militades you're speaking to here. We're not going to try and hold a 'dick measuring' contest inside of the ring. Giving you an opening to strike; walk away with the victory much like Heart and Seoul did when they were in the same situation.

No.

This is two men who have one thing on their mind; do not care about the means. Do not care about *what* is needed in order to achieve that outcome. That is: bringing about your final breath. Bringing about, the demise of what you hold. Even if that means 'killing' you where you stand. This is about staring into the eyes of somebody who is just as sociopathic as you. Somebody, who has unlocked everything you claim to be your truth.

That has unravelled the smoke and mirrors that fuel you; the games, that you attempt to try and lure your opponents in. You want to make sure I "never have children"? I've heard that all before. From people that were just like you - those, who claimed to be sadistic enough. Who claimed that they could justify their words. That they *would* do so when we stood in the ring. Yet none of them could comprehend just what awaited them. All of them, were helpless to prevent the life draining away from their face. Their eyes, recoiling back into their skull as they awoke within the mire.

*That* is why I don't take you seriously, Kenny. That is why I call your act a facade. 'Smoke and Mirrors'. Because it's been played before. I've walked this passage many a times and each time, it has all been the same. Whether that be in wrestling or in life. *I've* even been in your shoes. Which is why I wanted to tell you that little secret. Why I decided to unveil the identity to you. Why on Sunday, you will get to see *true* sadism. True darkness, standing before you. Whilst you shall have no choice but to understand it.

Whilst you play *my* game.
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You know, I almost pity you, Nate. As much as you are complicit within the facade, you aren't the one who has been called. You aren't the one, who shall find themselves encapsulated within the prison of their own mind. Locked within the chains of their own sanity. Rather, you are merely a bystander. An innocent party, caught within the crossfire. In another world, I might actually be willing to spare you - but as I said, you are complicit within all this. So, as much as you might be a mere bystander in the grander scheme - you must burn as well. You must be made to stare the mire dead in the eye. Awaiting the demise to claim you as its own.

Do you remember the question I asked you before Hardcore Havoc?

The one which you haven't answered?

The one that you couldn't figure out before the bell tolled?

The answer to which, I shall reveal right now. It is my intelligence. It is my ability to have every situation mapped out; measures and counter measures in place for any circumstance that might come to pass. Just like they do in the military. Something you should know all about. You see, war *isn't* won on the battlefield. It isn't won during the actual war itself. Oh, no - the 'war' is won in the command centre. The strategy rooms, long before the action has even commenced. Before it has even been manifested as a concept. Everything else, is merely the execution.

See, where you merely *claim* to have it all figured out. To have implemented the 'perfect stratagem', I already have processed it. I already have it mapped out; figured out the method in which to not just counter the stratagem itself, but also use it in order to launch my 'own' assault. That is why I am on the perch I sit. That is why people just cannot comprehend the reality that has been forecast for them.

One, where my hand is that of their fate. As much as Kenny might convince you I'm weak. That I am merely a lost soul - made to be broken. Just as he tried last time we sung this song. Just as he attempted again this time, I am the singular being that can raze your creation to the ground. Watch it all vanish into the air, as you feel it all slip away.

I'll enjoy every last second of it, as you fall to your knees. Helpless. Alone. Lost, just like the lamb that 'guides' you

Accept the embrace. It is the only way that you can find your true calling. That you can make it all *right*. Just as I did. Just as I *am*.

Once again, Sunday, it shall all come to pass.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) August 17th 2018, 11:00 am by Guest

So what was it that really upset you? The “chair,” the things I said, or the overall lack of respect I gave you? I am going to guess the chair, since that is the first thing you had to get off your chest, and which I say, yeah, son, this is professional wrestling. Where anything can happen? I can tell you haven’t been around for too long. You still have that mindset where you think pro-wrestling is a Hollywood state of mind, where you got agents, and your auditioning for casting roles. And in a way, maybe it is similar. Because if one thing is certain, Boiling Point, Issac Thornton vs Finnigan Wakefield, is a fuckin’ flop. Atleast, it must be for you, the so call other star from the real main attraction, but that’s just it, the more you do worse in Hollywood, the lower the chances you will ever be put in quality work again, and I feel like what it was, last week, when you were reading off your speech on your little notes off your sleeves, I mean, you clearly practiced your speech over and over. Sad and pathetic, I know, but it must be all a part of the “process” for ya.

But what that was? A Fuckin’ cry for redemption, because it doesn’t even seem like you are willing to own up to the fact that one, you lost, and 2, you tapped out like a bitch. Because in this industry, how you take the loss, reflects whether or not you are man or a giant fat baby who has yet realized how life truly works. Ooh, Issac Thornton is butt hurt, something called the wah-bulance! “Hello, doctor, I have a serious case of butt hurt here. What? There is no treatment for that? But… his butt? Surely you can do something, ANYTHING, or else he’ll never stop bitching.” But luckily for you, I have experience in this. In fact, 12 years worth, because you don’t deal with guys like Carlos Rosso and not pick up a thing in regards to butt hurting. Like Issac Thornton, you are good and all, but Carlos Rosso gives the best speeches about entitlement, and unlike you, is far more entertaining and enlightenment. But here is another fuckin advice from a grown man, that has advanced enough in the industry to get around and calling himself “The Goose.”

Loosen that Sphincter, because this, whatever that is, 3 Reasons. 1, you are so damn unlikable as you are, that approaching anyone, nobody wants to deal with you, and it shows on the screen. Like playing the hero, and even when the cringy dialogue is sad that would make you the hero, I’d still hope you lose. Maybe you’re intentions are well. Maybe you truly do see yourself as what is best for OWA. But when I see your whiny ass on the television screen, I’m convinced you want to kick puppies and push old ladies down in the street. That’s all I get from your presence. This guy, Issace Thornton, is an asshole. 2. Maybe if you didn’t focus so much of your energy scowling and clinching your ass shut, you would be smart enough to do your own research on the industry, because clearly, an acting agent ain’t going to know shit about wrestling if he doesn’t know who the hell is Moongoose McQueen. And 3, it’s going to make the process of whole lot easier when I shove this boot straight up your ass.

But hey, maybe we got off on the wrong start. After all, to my core, I take this job very seriously, and I get it. I get it. You are still learning, adjusting, adapting. The world of professional wrestling is still full of surprises for you, where as for me, I’ve seen just about almost everything and just about done it. I mean, you are right. Being a world champ, and rubbing it in the face of others, it feels real nice. The resentment and the awe. However, just aiming to win the “world title” is a little too green and cliché for me. After all, why the hell would I join a race with a bunch of people trying to make their way through the industry, when I’ve already done that. Nah, after you done the whole world championship thing, you get bored. I mean, to a point, I’m like, “are you looking at me or the title?” But unlike you, Issac, I don’t need a world championship belt to define who the hell I am. I know who I am. I am the maniac that is willing to use boys as a chair despite people might say that’s inhumane or a violation of human rights. I am a man arrogant enough to put “The” in my name and speak in a third person. I am a pop culture icon, big enough, to not get a world title shot in the 3-4 weeks I’ve been here, but big enough because to get his own talk show because I have credibility to my name to stir up shit and controversy. I mean, look at you, talking about how, “I just got a world title shot” as your claim to fame, when bitch, I signed up when you got the shot, and doesn’t matter, because we aren’t even in the same track or race to begin with. Because Issac, I’m not the one that runs around in circles around here, I’m the one being chased.

I don’t go out and demand for opportunity. I create them. My reputation in this industry is that I can take any damn fuckin individual that stands before me, and make them a star. But hey, with great power, comes great responsibility, and I can’t just let anyone that stands before me get that treatment. I get to hand pick it too. And honestly, I can say with great honesty that I am disappointed in Finnegan Wakefield. Ooh, did I strike a nerve with the OWA universe. Well shut up. Because from the looks of things here, I have to clean up a mess that he started and didn’t quite finish. Because Issac, there is difference between beating you, you know, having their arm raised in the air after the 3 count or , in your case, tap dancing with your hand. And then there is absolutely destroying you to the brink where you are at your limit, mentally broken and scarred. And yeah, seeing as you still have so much to say still, and how you truly believe you already deserve another rematch, he didn’t put a damn dent in that ego of yours. But that’s just how Finn is. He likes to take one win and then move on like you’re a fuckin’ one night stand, but me. I’m different. Because no matter where he goes, I’m not too far behind to remind him that I once broke his spirit. I once made him question himself. I once made him doubt himself, and lead him down the journey that lead to his eventual title win. But despite all the shit we said to each other. All the punches thrown and holds we put on each other. He never made me tap, and sooner or later, or the more I run my mouth and remind him that. He’ll come for my neck and try to break it, and I’m just going smile. Just you wait. JUST YOOOOOOOOU WAAAAAAAAAIT!

Like I said, I’m not a damn rat like you Issac. I don’t follow the cheese. I am the cheese, and eventually, everyone is gonna want a piece. So Issac, let me lay down exactly what I’m going to do that Finn couldn’t. I’m going to teach you a lesson. I’m going to beat you so hard, your inner butt in your soul is going to hurt. As anyone, losing to a guy name Moongoose or the Goose, is incredibly spirit breaking, so by the way, that’s why I go by that name. After all, wrestling is more than just about the wrestling, there is a psychology too. And I am a master of all these crafts, so if you think you can just punch your way through the top, or read off cards, you’re in the wrong industry. If you want, I know a guy in the theatre industry, looking for actors. I’m sure you would be a great fit for “The Vagina Monologue,” but careful, there are a lot of people that would be mad that you took that role from someone of the actual gender, but Issac, I believe if you just keep doing what you are doing, you can convince them you were just perfect for the role. I’ll give your agent my card. I mean, he sure knows how to book, am I right? I mean, who could blame him, when you google my name, there it is, “The Goose, millionaire, philanthropist, part-time superhero, professional wrestler, the bane of Finnegan Wakefield’s existence, wizard, Mayo-lover, expert at adding word count, Cameron Ella Ava’s best friend.” Wait, did I just say? Damn skippy, I’m friends with THAT Cameron Ella Ava. I got connections, bruh. You have no idea how powerful I can be, but you bout to find out. I have the power to make or break you, and for your sake, I’m going to break you. I’m going to devastate you. I’m going to drop you on your head so hard, you’ll start seeing mongooses running around your head. And it’s only going to get worse from there, when you see my name, “The Goose” on that belt in the near future, and I want you to know. It’s not going to be about because I need to prove that I’m the best. It won’t be some petty revenge on the people who said I couldn’t it. It’s going to be because the universe demands it, and places me as the next contender, and I’m sure whoever is holding the title at the time, is gonna need a REAL challenger than some has-been who couldn’t even act his way to the top. “like, oh my god, it’s so hard to read lines from a script and react with real emotions.”

//PENDLETON TODAY w/ Brian Hartigan//

(A silhouette of of man sits at a news desk. Beside the desk is a long sofa, where another man is shrouded in shadow. The man at the desk sips at a cup of coffee as the lights slowly rise, revealing he is wearing a dark grey suit. A middle-aged man, late 40’s. Black glasses.)

VOICEOVER
“Wednesday, August 15th, 2018. This is Pendleton Today with your host, Brian Hartigan.”

HARTIGAN
Hey, everyone...welcome back to another day...uh, I wanna get right to it...today we have on the program, world renowned criminal behavior expert; professor of Criminal Justice at University of Melbourne...literally wrote the book on the cult mindset...that book, of course is Under God - The Mindset of a Messiah...here he is, Dr. Laurel Cave. Dr. Cave, thanks for joining us.

(Dr. Cave is a portly man. Short. Fat. Balding. He nods and smiles.)

CAVE
Thank you for having me today.

HARTIGAN
I know this is a big departure from Melbourne, so we hope you enjoy our little town. So, Id like to start by just saying the name that strikes fear in the citizens of Pendleton...Wolvesden.

CAVE
Ah, yes...Australians are well aware of Wolvesden. I would love to pick his brain someday, this Kenny Drake. His psychosis is extraordinary...his Messiah complex is like nothing we have ever seen before! The layers of delusion; the extreme violence; the intense, uncontrollable mood swings...his unWAVERING devotion to other sociopaths...he has complete contempt for the world at large, but immeasurable love for his wife and son...He is what we like to call, a Fun Little Project.

HARTIGAN
We have been living under their thumb for months now...random attacks on businesses...

HARTIGAN
I mean, I will give them their due...they usually leave the citizens alone, unless they feel provoked…the police can’t do anything because they have that lawyer...honestly, I think all we need to do is go in there to that damn Heaven’s Den or whatever and just drive them out...I mean, what’s stopping the FBI or anybody el- ...wha? Hold on, I’m so sorry… Gary, what’re you doing? We’re Live…

(Another man comes running up to Hartigan. The man wears a headset and terrified look on his face. The man - presumably Gary - whispers something into Hartigan’s ear. Hartigan’s face fills with horror as Gary steps back.)

HARTIGAN
He’s on the phone now?

(A chilling silence. Dr. Cave stares into the camera with a look of dread.)

HARTIGAN
...um...Ladies and Gentlemen...this is a rather shocking turn of events...we actually have Kenny Drake himself on the line, Live here on Pendleton Today...um...I...I don’t even know what to say...Mr. Drake, are you there?

………..

HARTIGAN
...Mr. Drake?

...is this a joke...to you?

(Hartigan is visibly shaken. A slight tremble goes down his spine.)

...do all of you think this is a joke?

(Hartigan looks over to Dr. Cave, who holds his hand over his mouth, staring down at the floor.)

HARTIGAN
Mr. Drake, thank you for cal-

i’m a patient man… i’ll wait for you to answer…do you think i’m kidding?

i am waiting...mr hartigan…

HARTIGAN
I…I do not know what you mean, Mr. Drake...perhaps you would be inter-

do you think i’m kidding, doctor?

(Dr. Cave closes his eyes tightly before slowly looking up at the camera.)

...you said you find me fascinating...interesting?...so you know me fairly well…

...so tell me…

...am i kidding?

CAVE
...no…

...

...so…

...the so-called expert on kenny drake… the man that was called in to….dissscuss me and my family… to spread liess and hate about my family and my beliefs… even he says… kenny drake isn’t kidding… even he believes that wolvesden is not a joke...

...so why do people...like scotty adams… think we are?

smoke and mirrors...victims of our own demise...complete nonsense...he, like so many before him… laugh at us… like we’re a novelty…

do you find us funny, mr hartigan?

HARTIGAN
Look, Mr. Drake...I am a neutral party in all of th-

a neutral party...weren’t you just calling for us to be forcibly removed from land we own? from land my family has been on for generations? why? because you don’t take us seriously...like ssscotty… you think we are nothing but lunatics, dancing and chanting and fighting and fucking...dancing and chanting and fighting and fucking, dancingandchantingandfightingandfuckingdancingandchantingandfightingandfucking...that we are nothing more...than JOKES to be laughed at...isn’t that right...missster hartigan?

….perhaps...perhaps i need to do...

*click*

(...a dial tone. Hartigan slowly lets out an exhale…)

HARTIGAN
Jesus H...ladies and gentlemen, that was...that was disturbing...I’m sorry for that interruption...Dr. Cave, please your th-...Dr. Cave, are you alright?

(Dr. Cave has tears streaming from his face. He still covers his mouth as he looks up.)

CAVE
...I am so sorry…

HARTIGAN
What are y-

GARY (off camera)
“SECURITY! HE’S HERE!”

CAVE
He said they would get to my family…

HARTIGAN
Dr. Cave, what the he-

CAVE
I am so sorry...I am so sorry...Wolves, Aeternum…

(Hartigan’s eyes go wide…)

(The lights in the studio go out.)

///—//TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES //—///

-_-/////-+_-+-_+\\\_-___——__**+

the following is intended for those ready for the truth

the following is for legion

the following is Wolvesden

——————————————

...smoke...and mirrors…

(A red light illuminates the studio. The backdrop, ripped to tatters, now reads +HAIL WOLVESDEN+ in spray paint over the pendleton today banner. Hartigan wears a crude leather “Scotty Adams” mask. He is tied to his chair with duct tape. Four men in Black balaclavas stand behind him.)

...smoke…and...mirrors…

(Kenny Drake slowly walks into frame, gently gliding his fingers over the skull of the masked Hartigan.)

...your act...is getting reallllllly old...scotty...

(Kenny turns and faces the camera. His eyes are almost...sad…)

how dare you, scotty...how dare you waste my time with your words...with your horrifically stupid ramblings about nothing… with your wasted breaths and horribly botched attempts at sounding poetic… “that the expiration of all that you hold, is cometh…”

...you just...say things, don’t you?...you just say things, completely oblivious to what they mean or why you’re saying them...because you have been allowed to thus far... pathetic.

you know what, scotty? children? brothers and sisters?

it’s my fault.

it is my fault that all of this has happened.

(Kenny nods to himself and taps Hartigan - “Scotty” - on the head.)

i allowed myself to become distracted...distracted by shimmering silver and jade, by ego and by arrogance...while all the while, people like scotty adams have been allowed to run roughshod across this wretched kingdom...they have run unchecked and unregulated, allowing the ego and sin to fester and dig itself into the very psyche of the owa...this place that once promised a new era, a new chance...has been degraded to a breeding ground for lies, corruption, stupidity...a new sodom for a new breed of sinner.

no more.

no longer will i be distracted by useless members of this organization...no longer will i keep alive those that need to be mercy-killed…

starting with scotty adams.

you, scotty, waste our time with your ramblings about your fears and desires...about what again? your want…

to have children?

(Kenny scoffs and smacks “Scotty” on the back of the head.)

...your blinding, god damn arrogance...acting like anybody cares about whether you want a fucking family or not…

hear me now, scotty adams…

(Kenny kneels beside “Scotty” and pulls his head in. Forehead to forehead. “Scotty” whimpers slightly.)

i don’t care about a win...or a loss...or even if i remain employed...i will do everything in my power…

to make sure you never…

ever…

ever…

have a family.

do you hear me?

you.

YOU.

will die alone. alone.

ALONE.

If i have to BEAT the respect into you, i will...if i have to RIP your weak little heart from your chest and EAT IT to get you to take this seriously, I WILL...forget finnegan wakefield...you should be groveling at his tiny little skeleton feet for even giving you the time of day...forget about if he gets in your way or whatever stupid bullshit you said...forget ALL of that...and focus on what i’m about to say, little boy ...

you are a joke that will not die...a dull chuckle in a pre-recorded canned laughter.

starting Sunday…

the laughter stops...

And you -

ALL

OF

YOU

...will say those words…

except you...

(Kenny violently grabs “Scotty” by the back of the mask and whips his head back. “Scotty” tries to scream, but all that comes out is a weak, muffled mumbling.)

no, scotty...i have something special i’m gonna make you say…

“Kill Me.”

(Kenny steps back...the four Balaclava’d men step in and grab “Scotty.” The screen fades to black...)

Wolves, Aeternum

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) August 17th 2018, 12:32 am by Guest

[The scene opens to Isaac in a location we haven’t seen before. It’s a rather big office where all of the people on Isaac’s payroll work. There are posters of movies and shows Isaac has starred in on the walls. One of Isaac’s assistants brings in his director’s chair and Isaac takes a seat and looks into the camera.]

Isaac: Oh wow, would you look at that? An actual chair to sit on! Whoa! Sorry, I shouldn’t act surprised because this is a professional setting. I can actually afford shit. Crazy right? But then again, maybe that is out of line for me to say because clearly, some people have fallen on tough times after they were thrown to the curb by their previous employer. Like Uncle Phil dealing with Jazz. Oh well. But before I get down to the nitty-gritty, I must take care of some business first. Because you see, I have many people representing me. They are supposed to look out for my best interests. But one rep made a fatal mistake. He booked me on that one talk show last week. At the time I trusted him. I love talk shows. I love being on them. I love talking about what’s going on in my life and what’s on the horizon. And when this rep told me it was hosted by The Goose, to be honest, I didn’t know who that was exactly. I assumed it was Tony Siragusa, coming off the sidelines. But no. Instead, what I got was disappointment. An unprofessional host who wanted to make it all about himself because he gets no other time slot to do so. I’ll get more into it later, don’t worry. Point is, that rep has been fired. You fuck up, you’re canned. That’s just how businesses operate. So I have a job opening and I thought, why not promote from within? So stepping into the camera shot right now is my intern, Joseph. Joseph, take a seat. As you know, I gave you a task. The task was to listen to The Goose ramble on and on about complete and utter nonsense. Earlier you gave me notes on what he said, which is something I will pounce on in a few. But before I do, give me your quick thoughts. I want a fresh perspective because judging by these notes, he just rehashed his long-winded remarks from his show. So please, the floor is yours.

Joseph: Well, Mr. Thornton, how do I put this nicely? He makes me want to cut off my ears, light them on fire, and then die. A grown man going by the name of Goose? I bet he likes to get goosed by his boys if you know what I mean. Someone that can’t go by his real name because either he has something to hide, or is too insecure about his own life he has to create a fictional one to make himself feel important. By the way it sounds, the only person that thinks highly of him is him. He is like a Frankenstein monster, picking out his favorite things and placing them together in order to make someone halfway interesting. But the problem with stealing from other people to try and make yourself look charismatic and interesting is that you look like a complete jackass. Everyone knows it’s plagiarism, and to pass it off as anything else is complete buffoonery. But that’s just what I think.

Isaac: That’s enough. Thank you for your response. You can go now. Look Goose, those were his words, not mine. Seeing as how you had that strange obese mascot of yours chime in on me last week, I returned the favor with a “friend” of my own. But now it’s time for my words. Whether you choose to listen or not, is up to you. You see I can go about this in so many ways. There are so many avenues and routes I can take to carve you up like the dead meat you are. But the thing is, I’m struggling to do so. I’m struggling to organize all of my thoughts because just like your show, you are all over the place. Continuing the train wreck that is your life, huh. But I see you are trying so hard to make this personal on your side. Saying things like I tapped out like a “little bitch” at Boiling Point. Or how I’m a nobody. That no one wants me here, as if that bothers me in the slightest, but sure. Or how I’m destined to just be an opening act for the remainder of my short-lived career as a professional wrestler. In response, you can say, “No hard feelings, I was just calling it like I see it” and that’s fine. But what I sense is desperation from a very desperate sad old man. Again, I am fully capable of firing shots of my own. However, the fact of the matter is, I don’t care enough about you to try the oldest trick in the book. You know? The whole getting under your opponent’s skin thing. Sure, you got the reaction you were hoping for on your show last week, but my frustration wasn’t actually aimed at you, oh no, it was at my representative who actually believed that doing your show would be a good PR move. He’s been dealt with, however, just like this Sunday, it’ll be your turn to get dealt with. Because you are going to quickly learn that certain actions are followed up by severe consequences. All the hot garbage that spews from your mouth, are doing you no favors. It’s just making that hole of yours deeper and deeper. And hey, that’s fine with me because soon I will no longer be able to hear that irritating screechy voice of yours. A day I will rejoice. A day that is this Sunday.

What I don’t understand is why are you caught up in your feelings? Are you one of those guys who wear their hearts on their sleeves? Seems like it. Those people are the worst. You are living proof of that. For instance, you called me a “fucking parasite.” Am I supposed to retaliate? Huh? Am I supposed to refer to you as a cancer to this company? Or washed-up? Past his prime? Overhyped? Nah because for me to hurl those insults your way, it would mean this match is personal to me, when the truth is, you’re just another opponent to me. An opponent I’m forced to talk to and once the match is over, will never speak to again. Hell, it’s even hard for me to call you a proper opponent because that would mean you have a realistic shot at winning this week. Spoiler alert, you don’t. Beating you means nothing in the short or long run. It’ll mean nothing to me, the fans, Vernon, fuck it the entire universe. And do you know why that is? It’s because it’s expected of me to beat people like you. You don’t hear the Patriots brag when they beat the Cleveland Browns. And when I do in fact beat you, I just move onto the next one. The next one being Finnegan. Speaking of him, some people think I hold onto the fact I beat him on Kingdom a little too tightly. And hey, maybe that’s fair. Even though it’s just me pointing out that I’m the only blemish on his Kingdom record, but I digress. But when I beat you, that’s it. It’s just another week in the books and the very next week I’m not going to go on a whole spiel about how great it felt to beat you because if anything, I’m going to be upset that I had to waste even an ounce of energy on you. But I get it. This is Vernon’s way of testing me. He wants to see how I compete after a big loss. Will I be able to keep my emotions in check? Will I just phone it in against a very average opponent ... which is generous by the way, like yourself, or will I let that loss motivate me and give me an extra pep in my step and go through you like a hot knife through butter? If anything Goose, you are going to help me this week. You’re going to help me get my groove back. And I humbly thank you for that.

But yes, to me, you are just another Layne Kurobane or Axl Willow. You aren’t going to "elevate" me. No, it’s just gonna be me stomping you down a peg or two. It’s much needed, if I do say myself. Actually, wait, didn’t you lose to Layne in a triple threat a few weeks back? Yet, I’m supposedly trying to hijack your “momentum.” What in the actual fuck? What momentum can you possibly even have? But hey, perhaps I don’t have much to talk since I’m coming off a bitter defeat. A match where I tapped out like a “little bitch.” I think the full quote was something like “you didn’t see me tapping out like a little bitch at Boiling Point!” Well no shit Goose, you would have to be booked for the show in the first place. And that you weren’t. You were probably at home, fondling Shimmer’s moobs with Lionel Richie playing in the background while I was collecting a hefty paycheck. But sure, I tapped. The tape proves I did. However, what you need to realize is that so many people depend on me, I had no other choice but to wave the white flag. I have so much more than this silly little wrestling hobby of mine. I have projects I’m working on. Shoots, endorsements, roles. And if I allowed Finn to snap either one of my arms, if not both, I would have to delay those projects, which means that the people working on those sets, wouldn’t be able to put food on the table for their families. Then I’m the bad guy. And yet, you label me as a “petty selfish fuck?” Fuck outta here.

You’re clearly just taking shots in the dark when you talk about me. Which will go hand in hand with how you will fair against me when it comes to that ring. I’ll make you look like an amateur, Goose. I’ll make you look like you’re just swinging in the dark, hoping a jab will connect, but you won't. Mr. "I've Been Doing This For Twelve Years" will get his ass handed to him by a guy who hasn't even had ten matches in his professional wrestling career. Let that sink in. But should the world be surprised when this happens? Nope, because simply put, Isaac Thornton beating The Goose, isn't some monumental upset. Nah, the world knows what it's getting when it comes to you because there is a decade plus of tape on you. You're a finished project. You talk about how you are this exciting personality, in and out of the ring, but it's just the same shit. Same old shtick. The same old shit sense of humor that only dads would chuckle at. Case in point, saying you are going to beat the "edge lord" out of me? Cool, glad you have been bonding with your grandkids and they are teaching you some "hip" new lingo. But when it comes to me, my career is just getting started. Hell, I am already being rewarded world title shots. And by doing so, I am taking opportunities away from old sacks of shit like you and it puts a smile on my face, I cannot lie. But you know what? Let's place the bookmark here. I actually have plenty more to say to you and seeing as how you will most likely respond, I for one cannot wait.

But in the meantime, keep digging that hole, Goose.

Olympus VII/OWA Promo No. 1

“Big Mistake”

“Carson Ramsay, you certainly are an interesting fellow, aren’t you? Since the very moment that we met each other, it’s been painfully obvious that you don’t like me very much. Why, I haven’t got the slightest clue. I guess there’s just something about me that rubs you the wrong way. Something that drives you to act like an annoying blowhard who’s quick to use his position as a way to try and intimidate anyone who doesn’t fall in line with what you want. Since the day that you’ve been made “The Head of Damage Control” on Olympus, you’ve been acting like you’re this badass motherfucker who’s entitled to being respected by everyone else around him purely because of his newly acquired status. Unfortunately for you, it just isn’t fucking working. In fact, I’d say that it makes you look pretty goddamn pathetic. Respect isn’t automatically given to you just because you’ve been given some meager role as an authority figure, so I don’t quite understand how making some insignificant threat to throw me out of the building is going to somehow earn it.”

“You see, if you did manage to earn my respect, I might’ve actually heeded your little “warning”...but you blew it with a single mistake. You tried to order me around and tell me what to do. Let me be perfectly clear with you Mr. Ramsay, I do not and absolutely will not take kindly to being told what to do by anyone. No exceptions. Certainly not by someone who’s nothing more than a slobbering lapdog of the OWA Chairman. Loyally obeying his master’s every word without question. If you think for a single second that just because you “warned” me that I’ll actually listen and stop attacking Alphas, then you’ve let your position get into your head more than I could’ve ever possibly imagined. I’m not some little kid who’s just going to accept a scolding from his grade school teacher for playing too roughly with the other kids during recess, I will do whatever the fuck I want, regardless of how you or anybody else feels about it. If I have to beat the living shit out of somebody just to get my point across, then you can be damned sure that I will. I’ve done it before and I will continue to do so. If you don’t like it - tough shit!”

“Speaking of which, I think that I’ve spent enough time talking about that complete and utter waste of oxygen. Let’s finally talk about you Jamal, shall we? Yet another member of The Unchained, seeking to put an end to their seemingly endless oppression at the hands of white folk. A group that tries to come off as a force to be reckoned with, even though pretty much everyone in it has failed to win even a single match of any remote importance. Just like the rest of your faction, whenever I hear you speak Jamal, all I hear is this constant stream of blustering bullshit coming from your mouth. Beating your chest and boldly stating that you’ll give me one of the worst beatings of my life. Given the fact that you’ve barely done anything of note here, I don’t exactly find myself to be intimidated by all of your big talk. Why? Well, the thing is...it’s tough to try and threaten someone who’s actually managed to sideline people before. I beat the shit out of a man who was stronger, bigger and tougher than guys like you or Rashad could ever hope to be. I powerbombed him through the announcer’s table and he hasn’t had the guts to show his face ever since. I attacked Douglas Fairland to put everybody on notice and remind everybody here that I’m one of the baddest motherfuckers on Olympus.”

“Naturally, it seems to me that you aren’t deterred by my actions and still believe that you’ve still got what it takes to leave tomorrow’s Olympus with a W. Which I don’t have a problem with, after all, it only makes the feeling of driving your skull into the mat and looking down upon your prone body after I’ve won the match that much more satisfying. Unfortunately, I have a sneaking suspicion that your little friend is going to try and make things a bit difficult for me during the course of our match. I must warn you David, if you do decide to interfere in the match, I’m not liable for what may result. I haven’t been in the best of moods lately, so if you enjoy the ability to walk without the need of crutches, I strongly suggest that you don’t try and do anything stupid. Just a “friendly” piece of advice. Oh, and to answer your question Jamal. The reason I deserve all the glory and the reason that I’ve earned more opportunities over someone like you is actually quite simple and have the same answer. Despite what you may think, it’s not a matter of color but rather, actual fucking talent. My ability to back up what I say when you clearly cannot. Both are things that I possess plenty of and you seem to lack. Go ahead and desperately cling to what little advantages you have over me, to the doomed hope that this newly found determination to overcome your own failings will somehow give you enough resolve to put me away. Here's a little newsflash for you, it won't. To put it simply, I won't allow a single thing to get in the way of another shot at the OWA Television Championship. Absolutely nothing. Losing is a word that I'm making an effort to completely remove from my vocabulary and I don't plan on changing that when it's time to step in the ring with you Jamal. I will inflict as much pain and punishment upon you as I possibly can, just to make sure of that.”

“If there is any praying to God that you should be doing tonight...it’s that you don’t end up leaving the arena tomorrow on a fucking stretcher.”

Oh my. What silly squabble among the mortal men and women. But my presence is requested, and with the kind spirit I have been given I will grace all of you with an appearance against Tarah Nova. My lovely opponent this week has been very considerate of my record. I am indeed undefeated in OWA. I’m undefeated because OWA is hosted in the United States of Mediocrity. SSW is where true talent lives which might be why you scurried over here to find competition that more fits your skill level. Of course Tarah Nova is a legend in this business so I should be concerned, correct? It’s not like I have slayed legends before. In fact I have slayed another legend chasing OWA fool’s gold. Jacob Senn who chased the OWA Heavyweight Championship lost by my hands. Now I’m being placed meaninglessly between my opponent, and her opponent. Both Nova and Christopher Sabertooth are on the road towards the OWA Television title. So many people chasing after crowns but you are already looking at the one who holds the most important belt in the entire world. My SSW Jr. Heavyweight Championship means more than anything anyone could accomplish in this minor league promotion. So long as I hold this belt it is the most prestigious belt anyone could hold. For more than half a year I have dominated all challengers and proven that I’m not just a champion, I am the champion!

So I don’t exactly care what petty battle I’m in between on Olympus. I don’t care about Christopher Sabertooth, and Tarah Nova is just another name to be written on the list of mortal idols that fell by the hands of…

André!...

Vir!...

Go!...

Regardless of circumstance, you won’t escape your destiny. The destiny you share with all the greats. In all honesty I would consider it an honor to lose to someone like myself. Just sharing the ring with me is something to be proud of. If you walk away then you’ll have accomplished more than my last opponent who despite having superhuman strength was made an example of. So I’d cherish your invitation, because I don’t plan on letting you win.

NO.

MORE.

SLAVERY.

We hustle and we’ve been suppressed. Those who say that we are now free have found ways to silence us in other ways. They are called our superiors and claim that we have lost our touch. No, no! We will not allow this to be the case. The Unchained will not stand here and take any more losses from these oppressors! How can we incentivize any change when we aren’t strong enough? I’ve stood on the sidelines for the most part, but I’m going to stand here and say that enough is enough. I won’t stand here and let our cause be shat on by these white folk when I believe in all my heart that we can truly unchain ourselves from the shackles society wants to hold us on. This week, I have a major opportunity to make a big change for our momentum as I face Bull Connors. Last week, I failed but that loss sparked something in me that I’ve never felt. Anger for not being strong enough. Every day that I got up in the mirror, I couldn’t stare at myself for even a second because I would only see a slave to failure. I saw my fallen brothers and sisters who have been beaten and abused by “The Man”. I might’ve broken a few mirrors just to stop the constant creeping...the insistent demon of defeat continued to rock my foundations and silence me for good. However, with this week’s opportunity, I don’t intend to stand down and let anyone pin me for the three count. My heartbeat now races quickly, seeing the success that Bull is set up for in this company. I can’t accept that while seeing my brothers struggling to get by every week. Mr. Connors, I pray for your safety. I’m going to use the power God has given me to give you one of the worst beatings in your life. I’m not going to allow you to prevent me from being truly Unchained! I may have let myself slip and fall this week, but I am a motivated man. They don’t call me The Dream Chaser for nothin’. Expect any offense you get any week as a gift for your funeral because you’re not gonna be alive after this. All that anger I spoke of earlier will be going your way. I hope there are no hard feeling between us, but I have a mission. I’m going to be bulldozing my way through you big boy and there ain’t jack you gonna do about it. You can try to demonstrate the few ounces of strength you got, but I’d recommend putting that energy toward the ten hamburgers you eating right now. I’m gonna be sitting a real man’s table and eating some good ass steak before hitting the gym, something you shoulda done before stepping in the ring with me. I’m a beast in the ring and I’m sorry you’ll be the first man to witness that first-hand, but hey, the world ain’t fair.

Now, I ain’t trying to downplay how crazy you can be in the ring, but compared to what I do, you ain’t shit son. You a fat white boy who didn’t grow up in the streets I gotta watch my language, forgive me Lord in Heaven! Now, how can you beat me? You can always pull something out during the last minute, but that’s always so predictable. Let’s be a little unpredictable here and throw out logic. The system got no place when The Unchained are involved. You got nobody on your corner, Bull. I got my boy David and I’m very sure he’s going to make sure you don’t try anything stupid during the match. If you do, I’m not apologizing for what he may do to you afterwards. David can be a very confrontational man, so let’s just make it between you and me. You gotta suffer the consequences for being valued more than I am in this society. In the Hall of Fame of white men, you very rarely hear the name of a great black man. Some may say we’re lazy and others will say we don’t deserve it. When I look at you, I ask “How does HE deserve the glory?”. Why does he earn my opportunities than my friend Rashad? Why does society hold him higher than the beautiful Natasha? This needs to end and if I have to take every white boy in the roster out, I will. I’m going to reach the dream for The Unchained’s activist predecessors. They counted on us to push their progress forward and I for one will ensure that their hard work and suffering will not go in vain. The Lord said that He’d help us fight our enemies and I put faith that His wrath will consume me and will cause true change in this system. I am no longer owned and tied up...

I.

AM.

UNCHAINED.

I.

"There goes that damn Natasha Night again, showing why she doesn’t even deserve to be in this company, let alone be fighting for the Ring of Opportunity!”

I’m paraphrasing, obviously, but basic bitch stan twitter was out in full force after my...display last week on Olympus. People keep asking why I do what I do, as if I gotta explain myself to anyone. Instead of asking why I keep doing whatever it takes to make my presence felt, why doesn’t anybody ever ask why the women in this company keep turning their backs on me? Do none of these bitches learn? Anybody in the back, any of those cacs in suits could’ve stopped me if they didn’t want me to walk down that ramp and take that seat at the commentary table last week, just like Elle’s skinny ass could’ve REALLY put hands on me if she didn’t want me to beat Azumi and Dulce’s asses. Nobody wants to admit the truth, the truth that’s exposed when people say one thing and then act in a different manner. Love me or hate me, all eyes are on this renegade whenever and wherever I step on the scene, and drawing attention like that is an ability that’s in short supply in the Goddesses’ division, whether anybody wants to admit it or not. The more eyes that are on me, the more people that will be exposed to the cause and the mission of The Unchained. Just the IDEA of us existing in this company makes people nervous, and it should. But they should be more shook at the idea of us actually having the bargaining chips that we need. The Ring of Opportunity is one of those, and after I take that, it’s only a matter of time before the Women’s Championship is mine, too. Anybody who says I’m getting ahead of myself when I say must not be up on current events. I got Azumi and Dulce RIGHT where I want them. They’ll be so worried about getting back at me for last week that they won’t even be trippin over the task at hand.

First things first -- what you NOT about to do is tell me what the fuck I should be waiting in line for. It was a cute little quip, though, saying that “the future” can be put on the backburner so that you -- somebody who ain’t done shit but FAIL for the last handful of years -- can get her millionth chance at success. For what? Just so you can fuck this up, too? You must not know how time works, Azumi. The future doesn’t ask for permission before mowing over anybody who ain’t ready, and so I’ve never asked for anybody’s blessing, either. Look back on every single step I’ve made since I came into this company. Every match, every word spoken, every. Single. Showing. I don’t tiptoe around what I want based on what might or might not make folks uncomfortable, just like the future isn’t gonna fall by the wayside just so you can fuck up just like you always do. I won’t attempt to speak for Dulce’s lame ass, but what I will say is that you must be on something if you think I’m just gonna hang back and concede to make this easier for you. That’s your problem, though. All that hoping and wishing that you do. I’m not above calling a spade, a spade; you’re one of the best wrestlers I’ve ever seen, if pure in-ring work is all I’m basing it on. You’re a master technician, striker, and submission specialist. You’re probably wondering how I can say all those things and then say that I can beat you in the next breath. It takes more than just being a good wrestler to keep your head above water in this business, but I’m sure you already know that. I mean, you’ve BEEN a great wrestler, but you’ve been spinning your wheels for years, having played both sides of the good guy and bad guy dichotomy, still unable to figure out what you’re missing. A lot of people say they’re willing to do “whatever it takes” to succeed, and when I say it, I mean it. Do you? I doubt it. You keep waiting for your turn and hoping people will see what you can really do, and what do you have to show for it? They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and hoping for a different result. If that’s the case, you must be outta your damn mind. What’s sad -- but not surprising -- is that you think this is gonna be different than all the other times that you couldn’t get the job done. All that hoping and wishing you did, and you never wished for eyes in the back of your head, so that you’d be ready when I circled back around to take what you want most. You’ll never learn, will you?

Dulce, it ain’t shit I can say to you that I haven’t said before. You’re probably more content than Azumi is with playing some role on the backburner, and that’s what separates me from both of you. The establishment can TRY and shove me to the back of the line, but I’m never just gonna sit there and take it. Listen to the shit the commentators say about you. That you’re underrated, that you fly under the radar, all of that. Those sweet little professional voices will sugarcoat the reality of what the fuck is going on here, but I won’t. You’re a placeholder. An extra. A supporting character. That’s the role we all get relegated to when we first show up, but only the stupid ones are actually okay with it. You’re the type to show flashes of promise and leave people wondering what could’ve been. Me? Well, I’m about to prove that your little sparks are nothing compared to the blaze that The Firestarter is ready to start. You’ve been burned before, but trust and believe, this one will be worse than the other times.

Olympus Promo #1: “Enter Scene, Judas”

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“Enter scene”

*A clip of Gareth Cason’s match with Miles Taylor plays. He dominates Miles Taylor and defends his Television Title in convincing fashion. He holds his title high in the air in victory*

Gareth: You said, that you didn't care about my title.

*Clips of Gareth Cason’s past defenses play, Him submitting Nathan Quinn, Pinning Zak Zero. General domination shown on the part of the the television champion*

Gareth: That's sad is it not? A man so caught up in the act of hurting others and making a moute statement that he loses sight of what's important in this business. See, you can have any kind of priority you want Judas, but if you're not successful, you're not worth anyone's time I'm afraid. I haven't seen much of what you can do, and even less of why I should be intimidated by you. So pretell, why am I supposed to feel threatened by you? Your dumb face paint that looked like you got one facial too many? The demeanor that screams I'm cool fear me ehhhh. Or is it possibly the fact that you just want to hurt me as opposed to aiming for my title. None of this impressed me Judas, when Miles Taylor addressed me, he impressed me. Maybe that's why he got a title shot before you. Maybe that's why he won that triple threat match you were all in. See, Judas I see your intimidation tactics and your fear mongering strategy as a way to mask the true feelings of doubt and insecurity that lie within you. Who is Judas? Some maniac in facepaint who goes around hurting cameramen in a jungle? You look more like an extra from the Green Inferno than you do a pro wrestler. But under that face paint and that fear mongering facade resides a mere man. A mere man that is about to face an instrument, an instrument of violence. A machine of strength and technical acumen. A man who knows how to find the weakness of any other man and exploit it to his will. You are not ready for Gareth Cason.

*The camera comes in on Gareth Cason with his legs up at a desk. A dress jacket and tie as well as slacks. Behind Gareth sits a whiteboard surrounded by numerous markers and one singular eraser*

Gareth: I have been called uncouth by many, and a barbarian by some. But Judas, wandering in the jungle and beating on cameramen, you truly are barbaric. So I thought that this sort of lesson would benefit you.

*Gareth rises to his feet and writes on the board with the marker, “Durability" - Bull Connors”*

Gareth: Bull Connors, The Unbreakable, The Broad Street Bully. He was my opponent at Game Over for the right to be called the inaugural TV Champion. Now, what Bull Connors represented was durability. A big bodied savage who pummels his opponents and is hard to take down. But I knew the big bodied style has a few glaring weaknesses, for one, I had a marginal speed advantage on him. I used this slightly to my advantage. But even better was my specialty in attacking limbs. Connors is a cocky bastard and underestimated me from the beginning, so I used his underestimation and my abilities to break him down. He was easy pickings at the end.

*Gareth erases Bull’s name from the board. Before beginning to write another note. “Determination" - Zak Zero*

Gareth: Zak Zero was a multi-generational athlete with a big love for the fans. My biggest problem with him was not only the fact that I had seen next to none of his work, I also couldn't put down the bastard. He got up many times from many of my Marquee offense, and he used my frustration to his advantage to hit some of his big offense on me. In the end, his downfall was that he didn't understand the weight of the match. He gave up much too early and went absolutely limp at the end. Again, easy pickings for the Instrument of Violence.

*Gareth crosses out Zak’s name even harder than Bull’s. He makes sure no remnants of Zak's name remains on the board before writing his next note. “Intensity” - Miles Taylor*

Gareth: Miles was a special case. He talked a very big game, and after seeing what he could do in the ring, I was extremely excited to face him. The only problem with that was Miles didn't put up enough of a fight. Hell, Zak Zero had a longer and more hard fought match than Miles and I. For all the game he talked, I controlled most of the match and he was left in the dust by my superior pacing and mat Wrestling. He was outgunned and out-techniqued at every single turn in the match. It really showed because I was able to dominantly defeat him.

*Gareth erases Miles’ name from the board now, then discards the marker he was using and sits down,opening a can of Guinness British Stout™ and taking a big swig of it*

Gareth: Judas, if you take anything away from what I've said today, it should be that like the others who have came before you, I'll sure entertain you, but you have no chance of actually beating me. A nobody such as you ending a reign as dominant as mine just isn't in the cards. No amount of hurting cameramen or cryptic speech will convince me that you actually have a chance. You know what may convince me though? Give me your all in that squared circle tomorrow, and you may have a chance to be relevant in the OWA. Remember Judas, you're not facing any normal OWA competitor… you're facing someone that's…

LEGIT. FUCKING. DANGEROUS.

*Gareth takes another swig of his Guinness and chuckles as the camera fades out. The last thing that can be heard is the chuckling of the Television Champion as a black screen is shown*

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) August 16th 2018, 9:20 pm by Tarah Moore

Ready To Go---Olympus
Promo Number One

“You've got these little things. That you've been running from, you either love it or I guess you don't. You're such a pretty thing. To be running from anyone. A vision with nowhere to go. So tell me right now, you think you're ready for it I wanna know Why you got me going So let's go We'll take it out of here I think I'm ready to leap. I’m ready to go!”

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As the scene comes into view, Tarah Nova wearing one of her wrestling shirt that reads 'SHOCKCOLLAR’ comes bursting get on behind the curtain; Fans still screaming and chanting her name from the house show she just wrestled in. A wicked smile is glued on her lips as she wipes the sweat from her forehead and face before she walks over to where the bottle waters sat for the wrestlers. A few smiles from wrestlers like Jacob Senn and the boys of Heart & Seoul came Tarah’s way she passed them; congrating her win. As Tarah stood by the table, foots could be heard coming up from behind the tired Alpha.

“Ms. Nova?” A voice said, softly that Tarah only didn’t pick it up. Slowly thought, Nova took a sip of water, turning to eye the woman that appeared behind her. Cori Simmons. “I have a few questions, if you have time?" Cori said holding her mic out to Tarah, a hopeful smile on her lips.

Tarah tuned around fully to face her; sighing a weakly but a smile still appearing on her face nevertheless. "Sure, Cori. W-Whats shakin, bacon?" The interviewer giggled at Tarah's words before smiling back at her. "I was wondering if I could get your thoughts and feelings on walking into a match against the man known as The Stolen Breath, André Virgo, tomorrow night?" The Alpha took another drink of her water before looking at Cori. “My thoughts? My Feelings? Cori dear, did you see what I just did out in the ring against Sonny Levitt?”

Cori nodded her head which made Nova smile more.

“Then you know. You know, just like André will learn tomorrow night that I am one of the Best Wrestler on Olympus. Hell, in OWA. I fight with my heart and soul each time I step foot in a wrestling ring. Now...” Tarah chuckled to herself, "I know of him. André Virgo. He's an amazing wrestler in his own rights. Working in both OWA and SSW like I did for a while but that's a different story for a different day. Anyway, he’s also a Champion there too I do believe...I think SSW Jr. Heavyweight Champion? And hell, I don’t even think he has lost a Match YET on Olympus or even on Kingdom when we were one with them but that, Cori, that might end tomorrow.” The Shewolf places her arms around the shoulders of Cori as she continues, “See, I might respect André and everything he has done but that doesn’t mean I’m going to bow my head and take a pin for him. Nah, that's not my style. Never has been, never will be. No, I’m going to fight like I always do and win or go down swinging..So Yeah, I’m excited to face off against André Virgo. I think he and I can make some magic in that ring together and put on a good show for the OWA universe...that is if Christopher Sabertooth doesn’t get in our way of doing so.”

Cori nodded her head again before speaking into the mic, “Do you think he would get involved between you and Virgo?”

“Oh, yeah. I do.” Tarah stated, “I mean look at the facts, C. He has history with me and now he's butting heads with Virgo? After being in wrestling for this long, I can assume he's planning something against Virgo tomorrow night...But I guess we'll just see tomorrow night, huh?” Chuckling, Tarah removed her arm from Cori's shoulder before taking another drink of her water, “Now..are we done here, C?” Tarah picked up another water bottle, getting ready to leave as she glanced back at Cori. “Yes--Oh! wait, one more thing!” Cori said, making Tarah stop. "How ready are you for Burning Sky next week where you go against Gareth Cason for his TV Championship?”

For a moment, Tarah froze before a sinister grin appeared on her lips, “Oh Cori.” She laughed, “I’m more ready than I will ever be. That TV Championship has been calling my name the MOMENT I was announced as a person in the running for it. So really, it's my time to be champion again, Cori and next week at Burning Sky...Oh, Gareth Cason is going to realize what all I will do to get that Championship around my waist.”

Cori smiled proudly as a normal grin slowly appeared on Nova’s face, “So to recap, Cori, I’m going to walk in tomorrow swinging for the fences against Virgo. Maybe I hit a home run, maybe a strike out; who knows! I mean hell, i might even get a double whammy and beat on Sabertooth too.” Tarah shruged her shoulders boredly, “And after that, I train and get ready to claim my Championship against Gareth Cason.”

“Sounds like on hell of a week for you, Nova.” Cori said, nodding her head as she listened. “Oh! It will be but I can handle it because I am Tarah Frickin’ Nova: The Best Woman Alive...and you can believe that.” Tarah smirks at Cori before walking out of the camera’s view. Cori smiles walking The Shockcollar leaves just as the camera fades to black, ending the scene.

Last week, the universe taught me something, man.

As my vision faded to black -- when Rashad Wilson ran through me like a freight train and crumpled me into a damaged heap -- as I regained my consciousness when the paramedics shone a flashlight into my eyes with it's blinding white heat, I found myself not in pain but enlightened. The pain that coursed through my body, the numbness in my joints taught me that this mission to find my place in the universe is not to be a non-violent protest, no hunger strike until the machine changes it's working towards finding peace. To make a machine that only knows how to accomplish one thing change its workings, you have to take it apart and put it back together, in your design. And this machine is built on blood and hatred for its fellow man, to feed us with material things that make us satisfied with the suffering of others, man. Peace cannot be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding. And I understand now what it takes to find peace within myself in the heart of a violent machine. I have to be the cog that works the other way, man. I have to be the inner-working that fights against the way of the machine and make the other cogs either stop or conform to work against its design. To achieve that, the cogs need to find their own place in the design and see where it leads and turn the other cheek. Zak Zero; you're a man that has been handed back-to-back defeats. Like me, you are finding your place within the OWA. Well, man, I want to help you. I want to help you find your place in this company as I want to find my place in this cosmic plane of existence. Uncrowned heroes seek to become heroes, and that's what you want to be? Well, why are you not a hero? Is it the unknowing of the masses or the unknowing of yourself that holds back the hero you want to be realised as? Because I think it's you, man. I think you are the only reason you're not regarded as a hero. I think it's because you don't put your best foot forward towards that ambition. I am not going to pour salt in your wounds by dissing you about your loss to Gareth Cason for the Television Title, no hero lives a life without adversity, but imagine the hero you could have been if you dethroned him, man. Imagine holding that title and saving Olympus from his blackhole ego, man. That would have made you superman in the eyes of the people but you just didn't have it in you. Well, now it's time to open that third eye, man. Time to open yourself up to a path of enlightenment through self-sacrifice and rehabilitation man. Just I had done last week when I was broken down, I fixed myself back up and learned from a crushing defeat that I have to be a fighter for the cause. A fighter to prove my worth in the universe's great mystery. So tomorrow night, there is no peace pipes, no holding hands and protesting to stick it to the man. Only the uncrowned hero and the space cowboy, duking it out in hopes of finding that next step forward towards a future we desire. And I hope you're ready, man. Because for a world of peace I am prepared for war.

One,

Do I have everyone’s attention now? I’m not another pretty face with empty promises of glory to lull myself to sleep each night. I follow through on my promises. I have a responsibility to act as the Guardian of Love and when our champion represents nothing more than entitlement and mediocrity. When people respect me it’s because I’ve earned it, not because of the legacy I’m apart of. Not because success is my birthright. I will rise to the top of the women’s division because I embody excellence. Sweet Roxy holds no right to the championship she’s not even fit to hold. The title of OWA Women’s Champion belongs to the true example of who is the best in this division.

This week you can watch me demonstrate the dominance you never cared to acknowledge before. You’ll have an outside perspective of why no matter what tricks you play, no matter how hard you try, the belt around that pretty little waist of yours will leave Burning Sky with someone who actually deserves to be called a champion...

Love, Protector of Beauty,

TyAnna Jupiter

My Own Wings

Losing is never easy to swallow.

It was the same way for me on the track, as it is in the ring. I understand that much, especially after Aris told me when I went to her for advice; her take on the match, that it was my own lapse in concentration that ultimately opened the window for Kaleisha to walk away with the victory. To be the one, that was validated by the outcome. Yet that doesn't mean I plan on giving up. That doesn't mean I plan on just fading into the background - accepting that I may have made the leap too early.

That I should have just listened to Ricki; started out in the VWL until I felt like I had found my feet. Not at all. In fact, it's only serving to further validate my decision to make this the first step I took into this industry. Making me push myself even *further* to ensure that next time, I am able to walk out with the victory. That I am able to say that this was the *right* decision to make. To show Ricki that I *can* handle the elevation in level.
-*-*-*-

[A clip of Kiara within the confines of the 'Aris Gym' in the heartland of Philadelphia appears upon the screen, as it can now be seen that she is in the midst of a 'sparring' session. Against a cherry red punching bag, which is absorbing all her hits. Swinging back and forth with each one, as beads of sweat begin to develop atop her face. Running down; filtered from her eyes thanks to her eyebrows.

Aris is standing about twelve feet away, observing the intensity in each punch. Each rock of the bag, indicating Kiara's response to the messages. The teachings that she had given her during their discussion in the 'film room' about twenty-five minutes prior. Slightly smiling, she continues watching as Kiara drives another punch into the middle of the bag.]

Aris: *gentle* Good. Imagine the bag is Serenity; each blow is another step closer to being able to pin her.

[Hearing this, Kiara quickens the pace of her punches, letting out a soft grunt each time her hand makes contact. Gritting her teeth as she feels her skin starting to become raw.]
-*-*-*-

That session showed me that I can't allow myself to fall into the same trap. That I need to not take my foot off the gas. Because at this level, even a split second is enough to turn a win into a loss. Just like it was on the track. Just like it was at school. Though it's only practice - it won't mean anything, unless I prove that I can translate it to the ring. That I can make sure that I not only do myself proud; but that I do the fans proud as well and walk out with the victory. Though, I know that Serenity isn't going to allow that to be the case without a fight.

After all, she's a second generation superstar. She's one of the best wrestlers in the game today; I'm still a 'novice'. I'm still a rookie, who hasn't even gotten her feet truly wet. Not even dipped my toes into the water of this business. Obviously, that gives Serenity the knowledge base and advantage over me. Just like I'd have the advantage over her if we were competing in long jump. That is my area of expertise, whereas Serenity doesn't have a grasp on the nuances that go into long jumping.

That doesn't mean I can't walk out with the win though.
-*-*-*-

[The clip of Kiara in the gym re-opens. This time to her sitting on an oak bench, slate white towel draped over her shoulders and looking downwards. Sweat running down her face; dripping atop the floor.]

Kiara: *softly, between breaths* I will show them just what I can do. I will give Serenity the surprise of her life on Sunday. I *want* her to go into the match thinking that her experience. Her toil is all she needs to walk out with the win.

[A slight smile crosses Kiara's face, as she thinks about the comments she has read. Ones, that have told her that she stands no chance. That she is nothing more than a 'bust' - no matter how early it is into her career.]

Kiara: *whispering* All it'll do, is fuel me. Drive me to prove not just her, but *everyone* who thinks I'm out of my depth. Who thinks that this is just a formality, wrong.

[Looking upwards, the intensity can be felt resonating from her eyes.]

Kiara: *calm, yet more serious* I will promise you this. If you walk in expecting a victory, you *will* walk out with the loss.

[Her breathing steadying, Kiara allows those words to linger throughout the gym.]
-*-*-*-

That is my guarantee to you, Serenity. I want you to understand that. To know, that to me: you are a means. A way, for me to ascend the Goddess division. To make sure that people don't forget that I am here too. That your family name. Your pride in baring their name, means nothing if you can't stand on your own. If you can't make the fans, believe in *you*. Mum told me that. Ricki and Emily re-affirmed it. I don't plan on living in the shadow of my sister. Not here; not back home. Not anywhere. I'll forge a path for *me*; I'm going to do it *my* way. Just as they want me to.

Miranda is an inspiration to me - just like your father is an inspiration to you. As I said: Doesn't mean that I am cast beneath her shadow. As far as we stand: we *both* need this win. We both need to jump start our time here. In your case, it is to validate yourself as being one of the best wrestlers in the world. As being one of the cornerstones of this division. Not just now, but going into the future.

For me, it is about convincing not just the doubters - but also myself - that this was the correct decision to make. That I *will* reach the heights. The pinnacles that have been set here. Sadly for you, it will be at your expense this Sunday. Afterwards, I'll still be your fan. I'll still hold the admiration I do for you as a competitor - during the match however, you are an opponent. A hurdle, standing between me and what I desire. As such, you must be leapt over. The flower is ready to sparkle. I'm ready to make it bloom.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) August 16th 2018, 11:41 am by **Zumi**

Olympus #1

“Full Force”

“How am I feeling after coming so close to becoming a champion and ending a long drought? The answer is that I’m not sure how I feel, I’m both hurt but willing to get back and push forward.”

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This is going to be a long road back to the Women’s title contendership but it’s nothing I can’t overcome. It’s the life that I’ve chosen for myself, one filled with a journey where nothing is going to be handed to me. So I know how things are gonna look for me going into what seems like a match between two of the Goddess Division’s future stars. It shows that the future of this business is closely sneaking behind the present. That’s what makes all of this scary, I know how all of that feels. I was once in the same position that both Natasha and Duice were in. Someone who was once young and hungry for opportunities in the spotlight. The future is bright for both of you, Duice and Natasha but Azumi Goto shines better than any star in this company. I put my heart and soul for wrestling, I’ll go through everything for the chance to be at the top again. Think of it as the long road I have chosen for myself.

Both of you are talented to have glory surround you in your future but think of this as my hardest climb back to the title picture. I don’t know how much is left in me, how many more defeats but it’s sure as hell won’t stop me from reaching the top of the mountain. Bring everything you two can but I know I can survive all of it on my towards the Ring of Opportunity match, it’s just the long road that I have. If this is how Viola will let me back into the women’s title picture then so be it. I thrive when things are against me in every single way while others crumble with the long journey from redemption, I thrive and push harder towards the top. It’s been a year for me to remember so far, 8 months of overcoming barriers put in front of me. I’ve been put in front of so many challenges that and I have overcome all of them, except the one that Roxy presents by still holding the OWA Women’s Championship.

When the time comes on Friday night, I plan to burst through with full force and the intention of beating you two. This is the comeback of the season, girls. When I make my entrance for our match, you’ll see the fire, the drive and the unbreakable spirit to keep through all the pain and setbacks. I’ve become someone who has nothing to lose and I’ll put everything I have on the line to become Women’s Championship. We’re at the point where the long journey has taken its toll but it’s going all to be worth it when it ends and I come out the top.

Duice and Natasha, both of you are the future of the Goddess Division but the future can wait its turn in line for the Almighty Empress to get to the top of the Goddess Division kingdom.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) August 15th 2018, 1:21 am by Guest

So what does Issac want to say this week? I suppose you’re to go off on me about how you didn’t quite get what you expected out of Kingdom last week, but I could only imagine that you are use to it by now. I mean, always setting expectations of yourself that people are going to follow you, cheer for you, admire you. But there is a problem with mixing up expectation and reality. The reality being that I stand by what I said that Issac Thornton is a nobody, and any day of the week, I rather had Aria Jaxon, Scotty Adams, or CASPIAN, all caps, by the way when I say this as a guest. But you just can’t ever get everything you want, and you just make due with what you get. But that’s ok, because I’ve been doing that my entire career, and I suppose, taking it from me, a person that has been a wrestler for almost a decade, instead of you, a man, that’s only doing it because he is a petty selfish fuck who thinks he is entertaining, which by the way, I’m also very entertaining as well. Like there is a lot you could had learned from me, but instead, I chose to ridicule you, talk about how you suck, but hey, atleast I gave you a platform to talk. You’re welcome.

Now did it do anything though, realistically, no. Because you didn’t change anyone’s mind. You didn’t move anyway. You didn’t start a new movement, heck, while you were talking and capping off your speech, you know what I heard? Silence, no reaction. Oh if only that old saying that “silence is golden” was true, you’d probably have the title around your waste, but once again, expectation vs reality. I am making this clear, because I don’t want you to misinterpret that silence as being “shook.” No one was scared about the statement and claims you made. They were just bored out of their damn mind, because what can we say, Issac. Your 15 mins of fame are already up. Sure, you beat Finnegan Wakefield once, but you lost when it really mattered, and here we are now. You’re yesterday’s news, only relevant, because you’ve managed to leech off my momentum that I’ve carried over to OWA.

Like son, if you want to talk about someone that knows how to promote himself, knows how to create hype, and knows how to grasp and pull in the attention of the people, you’re about to face the best of the best this week on Kingdom. Now, you may not know this, but Finn and I, we got history. He doesn’t like to talk about. Sure, Finn will tell you that he is done with me, just because he beat me in a final bout the last time we fought, but do note, we both fought many times, and Finn here, he isn’t as dominating as he thinks he is. After all, the times he beat me, off a distraction, with the help of his friends, and it didn’t help that I had to work with Carlos, so you know what I was working with. And pushing me off a ladder to win. He’s going to tell you, yeah, that last win, it’s enough for him. But the Goose calls bullshit on that thing.

You know what is the biggest difference between you and I? The thing that makes me the star and you the extra? The thing that makes me everything you hate yet ironically, the thing you want to be, in terms of having the adorations of the fans, the people in the industry, etc. The thing that makes me better than you. Well, 2 things. First, when I do something, win or lose, it actually means something. After all, once again, Finn won’t admit it, but I am,in fact, one of the reason he is today. And despite people saying it’s because you’ve fought him 5,8, hell, it could had been even 20 times, I already know which one of our match lit a fire under his belly and molded the champ he is today, and while I won’t take all the credit for it, unlike you, him beating you at Boiling Point…. Added nothing. He didn’t change. He’s as cocky as he has ever been since he beat me. Because even when I’m beaten, it actually means something. But hold your horses, I don’t need you to think if you beat me this week, your career is going to sky rocket or anything. I need to tell the reason number 2 about why I’m confident, and between the two of us, The Goose, will probably get a shot at Finnegan before you do.

I mean, how is that fair that you can come on my show, and I’m not talking about just “Talk to me Goose,” I’m talking about Kingdom. Yeah, I said it. Kingdom is the Goose. Blah Blah blah. Now I don’t mind if Scotty Adams faces him first. Because deep down, I know I’m in no rush to face Finnegan any time soon. No, it’s not fear. It’s not a mid-life crisis where, like you, have to prove myself. Nah. Because unlike you at Boiling Point, I never tapped out like a little bitch to Finnegan Wakefield!

In fact, I, The Goose, in my 12 years of wrestling has never submitted once, and isn’t that Finnegan Wakefield’s claim for fame? Making people tap? So unlike you, Issac, I’m not the type of man that goes and ask for scraps. I don’t go and demand title shots. It’s rather simple, either I earn it by beating the shit out of someone, or I wait for them to come at me. And sure, I’m sure if I actually stepped in the ring with Finn, it might ignite some kind of spark between us, because let’s be honest here. The Goose vs Finnegan Wakefield, is money waiting to happen. And you know what? I don’t even care about the title. If Finny lost that belt to Scotty Adams, and he came at me, and said he had unfinished business with me, meaning he wants to pop my tapping out cherry. It will happen. Either because he wants it, either because the fans wants it, hell, it could even be because the universe wants it. And hate to break the news to you, your Thorniness.

He doesn’t want you. The fans don’t want you, and as heart breaking as it is, the universe doesn’t want you. Hell, I don’t want you, because I already know that kicking you ass on Kingdom this week, won’t mean jack shit for either one of us. That’s how insignificant you are, despite the fact that in my career, I’ve helped elevated many talents, but even I can’t perform the miracle of ever making Issac Thornton a god damn thing. Does the Goose have to beat the living edge lord our of Issac next week? I mean, does the Goose really have to? Wait… stop. Listen…. The universe is speaking? It’s saying something……Will…..Issac Thornton…. That’s you…… Please….. SHUT THE HELL UUUUUUUUUUUP!!

Well, the stars and every other cosmic phenomenal or entity. God, Jesus, Buddha, Shiva, Vishnu, Nobi, they have all spoken. No, they have plead, and who am I, the benevolent, sorry, malevolent one, the Goose deny their cry. Issac Thornton, you are a fuckin’ parasite, one that doesn’t deserve a world title shot, let alone, even a match with the Great One. You don’t even deserve to be beneath my boot, but I suppose it’s about time I spoil you, and give you the ass whupping of a life time. What can I say, I’m a very generous man. I’m the man that just keeps on giving, Drink it in, maaaaaaaaan. But here is another lesson. Don’t drink more than you can handle. Because you aren’t the first, and you most certainly won’t be the last to make that mistake of underestimating me. Because the Goose isn’t only to beat you, he’s going to overwhelm you, and the only thing you are going to utter from your damn mouth is the exact same word Finnegan says when we cross paths…….”No More.”

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Now, I know we said things, did things that we didn't mean. But, we fall back into the same patterns, the same routines. But, your temper's just as bad as mine is, you're the same as me.

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