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Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 16th 2019, 5:19 pm by Welcome to the Dollhouse
Do you people think this is some kind of joke?


Are you not taking us serious?


You think this is GAME?


Well guess what.


IT IS!


Hey, everyone, DiVa here!


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


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


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


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


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


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Post March 16th 2019, 4:55 pm by AlexScott
(The scene opens up and we are viewed from a Cell-phone camera. As we get in focus we see that it is Alex Scott holding his Cell-phone. Alex who is wearing some black jeans and a black Nike Hooded holds his cell-phone and is ready to speak.)

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

(Alex pauses while he adjusts his cell-phone)

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

(Alex pauses holding his cell-Phone)

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

(Alex adjusts the cell-phone again)

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

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

(Scene ends)
Layne Kurobane
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 16th 2019, 2:56 pm by Layne Kurobane
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The smoke has cleared! The voices have silenced themselves! Before the World, Layne Kurobane stands as a man more determined than ever before! Revitalized! He carries this gold that so many others have aimed to strike him down for! So many souls that cling to him from the past! The time he has spent on this part of the mountain begins to eat away at his psyche! It mocks him! All of the decaying bodies begin to pile up while he remains stagnant! Just overhead, the climb calls to him! It tempts him once more! Even in victory, he cannot afford to stay in one place! The cold will set within his bones and trap him there! He knows this! He knows that many others have dwelled here in this trap! They found comfort within it and let it consume them! He cannot allow it!

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Listen.

You hear that?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Because you’re in luck!

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

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

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


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Megan Harper
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Post March 16th 2019, 5:00 am by Megan Harper
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(MRW Samantha Garza thinks she's gonna take over as General Manager on Odyssey.)


I KNOW Y’ALL MISSED YOUR FAVOURITE BRITISH CRUMPET!

I’M BACK BITCHES!

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

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

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

Life comes at you fast.

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

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

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

And so I did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Storm is BACK.
Jessie B.
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 16th 2019, 2:28 am by Jessie B.
I tried all I can to win The Keys To The Kingdom match. I fought my hardest and tried all I could to win it. In the end, it wasn’t my night. Jeff X won and he became the first ever Keys Holder in this company. His name is already written in the history of professional wrestling. Therefore, congratulations, Jeff, you earned it and hopefully you can use it wisely.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh It’s True! It’s Damn True!
Matsuda
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 16th 2019, 2:19 am by Matsuda
Pluto's Gate #1

"Ride or Die"



November 2018.

Brooklyn, NY.

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

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

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

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

Cashier: Three-fifty my brother.

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

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

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

Female Voice: That's all.

(The cashier nodded and gave her change before resuming Sports Center)
 
"Whatever's to come of this mess, we hope Matsuda is taking care of herself."

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

Monica Vaughan: Baby, you okay?

Stephanie Matsuda: Yeah, just ESPN again.

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

Stephanie Matsuda: Let's get married.

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

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

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

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

Monica Vaughan: (sniffs) Steph...

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

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

Stephanie Matsuda: Thank you.

Monica Vaughan: Ride or die, sweets.

"Ride or die."

-----


Life comes at you fast.

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

The story of my life, huh?

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

They touched my wife.

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

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

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

This is new territory for me.

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

And I’m its War Queen.

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

Know it.

Understand it.

Believe it.
Zumi
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 16th 2019, 2:06 am by Zumi
Pluto’s Gate #2

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

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


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


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

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

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

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

“I’ll see you at Pluto’s Gate old friend.”
Ground Zero
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 16th 2019, 12:03 am by Ground Zero
Donny Dragon: Laaaaaame


Word Count: 1439


Donny bursts through the curtain, dragging the limp body of Nate Cage with James Anderson and Lieta Collins. Blood is streaming out of Nate’s head after his battle with his sister, Lieta yells out in concern.
 
“GET HIM SOME FUCKING MEDICAL ATTENTION! DONNY, DONNY, STAY WITH US!”
 
The cumulative stress of his Keys to the Kingdom match and seeing Nate in such a state causes Donny to collapse to his knees.
 
“Donny, you’re going into shock. Stay Calm.”
 
I CAN’T! FUCK! THIS IS ALL FUCKED!
 
Blackout. Donny wakes up in his bunk, a concerned James Anderson and Lieta Collins by his bedside.
 
I…I…where’s Nate?
 
Lieta shakes her head.
 
“He’s in a bad way. I don’t think you should see him in his current condition. That bitch Natalie’s gonna pay, I swear. How are you?”
 
I feel fine. I just, I’ve never seen Nate like that before. I’ve never seen him powerless. He looked broken, he looked defeated. I wasn’t ready for it. I need some time to myself, I think. I need to process everything that’s been going on.
 
Flash forward a couple of days. Donny is in the kitchen of the mess hall, prepping himself a meal and sipping some piping hot coffee.
 
It’s been a chaotic week, no other word for it. I wanna say I’m happy that Nate got the win on Sunday…but at what cost? I’ve never seen a man brought to the edge of his physical existence like that. Natalie made me realise that we’re all mortal. That no matter how tough we are, we can be damaged, we can be broken. I can barely even remember Keys to the Kingdom, it’s all been a blur. Seeing my closest friend with no awareness of where he is, no concept of time, of self. It was like his spirit had left his body, like he’d left us. I’m not even allowed to see him, only Lieta and the doctor. I guess it makes sense, she’s closer to him than anyone and he needs to be treated. It’s just…I’d like to know that everything’s okay. I just…I just have to know that he’s gonna be okay.
 
So, I didn’t win on Sunday, but I didn’t lose, either. As I predicted, that new kid Alex Scott got pinned. 0-3 for him now, shame. Meanwhile, nobody’s pinned me yet. I’m still undefeated, which shouldn’t be a surprise to anybody. I kicked ass and took names in that match, but I’m disappointed that I didn’t walk away with those Keys. It doesn’t really help that the guy who did was Jeff, either. I mean damn, anybody but him could have won and it wouldn’t have been as tough of a pill to swallow. Also, I have a really rare hearing disorder, and the volume of Jeff’s home state threw me off my equilibrium. That’s just science. And you can’t argue with science.
 
So, what’s cooking this week? I’ve only gotta face the most dominant champion in OWA today. They don’t make it easy for me, do they? Layne Kurobane, the trade of all jacks and nobody’s master…or whatever it is. You’re a hell of a worker, I’ll give you that. Poor old Kevin Maverick didn’t know what hit him, did he? I watched your match at Clash and it was about what I expected: high-energy, athletic and kinda amazing. Still, I’m not here to shower you with praise, because that’d make no sense, would it? I mean, I’m not just gonna outright lie, you’re on top of your game right now and running through everyone they put in front of you. Well, aside from Scott Oasis but hey, nobody’s perfect!
 
I’ve got a lot of respect for what you’ve done for this company, Layne, your devotion to never really being as big of a star as you could is impressive. You’ve said it yourself: that Spartan Title’s kind of an anchor for you. You’ve only come to respect it because you’ve had it for so damn long. You’ve got title Stockholm Syndrome…Strapholm Syndrome? I dunno, I’ll work on it. You don’t know any different at this point, and hopes of being world champ have sort of disappeared. Who knows when you’re gonna be in the world title picture again? If ever? You’re in as a Spartan now and that’s the way it is. I will say that you’ve had the reign that Scotty Adams should have had before he decided he was too good for the division. It’s the kind of reign he was expected to go on, until he wanted more. You kinda did the same when you challenged for the world title, but at least you had the decency to not abandon your peers in the name of glory. Nah, you’re a good champ, a good wrestler, and it’s is gonna be satisfying to shock the world.
 
You’re a smart guy, I know what you think when you look at me. You see a new kid who’s in over his head, who has no business thinking he can beat you. That’s what Scotty Adams thought, until I made him tap out. You ever beat Scotty Adams, Layne? No? Damn, you should try it, it’s fun. They put a giant in front of me and I chopped him down. Kinda like you did with Monolith…on your second try. Noticing a pattern here? There are parallels between us, Layne. Two new guys who nobody knows anything about, racking up big wins and putting the world on notice. But I’m tired of waiting. I’m tired of getting booked in matches with no rhyme or reason, I want something more. So, how do I do that? How do I convince people that I’m more than just somebody to send out there and kick some ass? It all starts with knocking off the biggest dog in the yard. It all starts with defeating the seemingly unbeatable Sparteen Champeen.
 
Your reign’s chugged on and on and honestly…I’m kinda bored at this point. Layne comes out, confuses people with his technical flash, Song of Storms, onetwothreedingdingding. Yaaaaawnnnnnn!!!!!!!!! Layne, for God’s sake, can’t you just wake up and realise that your act’s played out? Yeah, sure, nobody’s been able to work out how to beat you and that’s why you’re still champ and blah blah blah blah. Whatever, I don’t care. I’m fucking good, Layne. I take exciting guys like you and I grind them down. I’ve faced people with strength, I’ve faced technicians, I know how guys like you operate. It’s not complicated, it’s actually pretty damn simple. If I just take away an arm or a leg, cut off your oxygen, pin you into position so you don’t have room to breathe, you’re done for. And sure, it’s easier said than done, but wrestling isn’t supposed to be easy. I’m not here for easy, I’m here to make life difficult for people.
 
You know what I think? I think you’re complacent. You’ve run through mediocre opponent after mediocre opponent and you’re getting bored. You’re desperate for somebody to come through the woodwork and bring the fight to you in a meaningful way. Well guess what? I’m your man! I’m the guy who retired The Silver Bullet. I’m the guy who threw his friend under the bus without a care in the world. I’m not concerned with how people perceive what I do out there anymore. Sure, I might not be out to light the world on fire and produce a hit for the highlight reel, I’m there to hammer out Ws so my stock soars. What do I have to do? Simple: beat you, use that victory to claim a Spartan Title shot, beat you again, ???, profit. It ain’t rocket science, Layney boy! Yeah, you’re gonna hurt me, yeah, you’re gonna make me question my life choices. But I can take what you’ve got. I’m not a Cruiserweight who’s tryna use you as a stepping stone to another belt. I’m not a washed-up veteran who’s still got ring rust after nine months on the shelf. I’m in the prime of my life, I want what you’ve got, I’m Donny freaking Dragon…AND I’M COMING FOR YOUR ASS, LAYNE! AND AS I SAID! I LEARNED THAT ANY MAN CAN BE BROKEN THIS WEEK! I LEARNED THAT WE’RE ALL MORTAL! YOU ARE JUST ANOTHER MAN, AND YOU WILL BE BROKEN, I WILL FIND A WAY. YOUR LIMBS WILL BE COLLECTED AND YOUR NICE HAIR’S GONNA BE YANKED OUT! LAME KUROBANE’S DONE! LONG LIVE THE YEAR OF THE DRAGON!
 
Layne finishes preparing his meal, as he goes to join the other soldiers in the mess hall.
Dulce Torres
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 15th 2019, 10:40 pm by Dulce Torres
It’s rare that I pick my opponents. Normally, they need to do something in order to impress me. To most in the locker room, why would they care about impressing Dulce Torres? My name doesn’t have as much value and respect in the locker room. I am only a rookie in the eyes of OWA, yet, I have managed to climb up the ranks to be considered one of the best in the locker room. Slowly, I can see my name building prestige and credibility. No longer am I the young rookie, who graced through those doors about a year ago. Over the past year, I have suffered from some devastating defeats. As much as I wanted to get my ball and go home, I knew that I had something to offer. The Odyssey brand is a blessing to me because it provided me that platform to finally shine. It was the platform that made me earn this Goddesses Championship. When presented with the opportunity to decide my next opponent, I wanted it to be a woman, who was more than deserving of this championship. One woman, who I believed was going to give me an unforgettable fight. I like to be on the edge of my seat. I love to experience the feeling of someone actually trying to take this championship off my shoulder. I want competition. As much of a lovely fighter, Kiara Robertson was, she wasn’t much of a fight. Women like Diantha Moreau and Natalie Cage gave me wonderful fights. They presented themselves as actual threats. I want my reign to be looked back on the obstacles I conquered. Sure, this lovely championship on my shoulder has been a wonderful reminder of hard work truly paying off, but I want this championship to be looked at as one of the important crown jewels of not only Odyssey, but Omega Wrestling Alliance. I believe that I have done a lovely job at doing that. I am making great progress on that objective, but this title defense is important to me. It has proven that I am not being shy with my opponents. It has proven that I’ll fight anyone. Even a woman, who I’ve selected myself to being the next opponent for the Goddesses Championship. This one, I vow will give me my greatest match since Natalie. This woman, regardless of what happens at Pluto’s Gate, will be someone to look out for in 2019.

I’m talking about Nikita LaShae. 

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

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

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

You had went through a lot of things to get to this point of your career, you had a depressing past. In your heart, you believe that you deserve this. Winning the Goddesses Champion will make all the trials and obstacles you went through worth it. To me, I never saw you as “ghetto trash”. I never saw you as anyone, who belonged in the jailhouse. Your past is irrelevant to the star power and presence that you have brought to the Odyssey brand. It may have build your character to being this total badass, but winning this Goddesses Championship off of me is something that is not going to happen at Pluto’s Gate. You can try everything in the world to ignite a fire in me, but there is not need to ignite anything that is constantly burning. You seem like a nice girl. Bright future ahead of you, but that doesn’t start at Pluto’s Gate. I’m looking forward to the fight. I am looking forward to seeing the “Iron Diamond”. You may have seen me personally competing two weeks ago, but that will be nothing compared to the woman you will competing against. 
Natalie Cage
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 15th 2019, 9:26 pm by Natalie Cage
[Natalie Cage]
[The Arms of War]
[Downtown Chicago]
[March 15, 2019]

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

 
I wasn’t pinned. I didn’t tap. I didn’t verbally give up. I didn’t pass out from the pain. I did not lose against my brother. I don’t give a fuck what the record book says, I know the real result. The ref seemed to believe that he had to stop the match, but it wasn’t his call to make. He got between a battle that wasn’t his. His job was to count the one, two, three. His job was to make sure there was no question of who the better sibling was. And what did he do? The fucking opposite. My brother’s “victory” over me will forever be tainted. Look at the two of us after that match and tell me who won. I left under my own power, standing on my own two feet. Nate? He was out of it. Blood was pouring out of his head, consciousness had left his body. He was so down and out that I had to kick his body out of the ring myself, so that his idiotic friends and his cunt of a wife could take him to the emergency room.
 
Guess where I went after the match? I went into the trainer’s office, got my arm looked at, took some pills, went home and got laid. Does that sound like a loser’s post-match? Viola certainly made me feel like a winner, that’s for sure.
 
[Natalie cracks a wry smile, before polishing off the whiskey and hurling the bottle into the wall, where it smashes violently]

 
But if I can be serious for a moment, I’ve got a lot of bitterness to get out of my system. I’ve seen a lot of praise for the job I did, that I represented the Odyssey brand to the best of my abilities. But if I’m not coming back home with a W, then I’ve failed. It was nice to see the women I admire most come out on the ramp to tell me how good of a job I did. I value their opinions and their friendship. Viola and Aria are proud of me, I know that, but that isn’t going to cut it. My love for those women doesn’t extend to my desire for victory. Officially, I’ve lost my last two matches and that isn’t a good thing. I’m supposed to be challenging for the world title at Final Destination, how am I supposed to look a woman like Azumi Goto in the eye and tell her that I’m her biggest threat? She has no reason to take me seriously if I’m on a losing streak. I’ve been backed into a corner for the first time in my career, and an animal is at its most dangerous when it’s cornered.
 
So, what do I have to do to get things back on track? I have to take on someone who some people consider my greatest rival…ha, that’s funny. A rivalry? A rivalry is two equally matched opponents, two people who are so close in skill that it could go either way whenever they’re across the ring from each other. Eris, darling, you ain’t it. I don’t mean to be rude but…you’re not my rival. You’re my enemy, sure, but that’s only because you’re stupid enough to keep getting involved in my business, when it’s brought you nothing but failure. Well done, you finally were able to register a pinfall victory over me. How did it feel? Good? My partner was handcuffed to the ring post and it took THREE finishers in a row to keep me down. You had to move the goalposts so many times until you eventually got what you wanted. Well done, babe, proud of you.
 
I’m sick of hearing about you, Eris. I’m sick of your face, I’m sick of your make-up, I’m sick of your Ed Wood graveyard set. You’ve been kept alive on Odyssey by association with me. People are only talking about Eris when she’s getting her arse whooped by the real star of the brand. You’re not on my level, you’re holding onto my ankles as you dangle off the edge of a drop to irrelevancy. This weekend, all I have to do is shake you off and watch you plummet. You, with your scare tactics, your brute strength, your tenacity, it’s all fucking worthless against me. You’re not against a timid rookie like Kiara Roberson, you’re against someone who possesses all the same qualities as you, but amplified. I’m stronger, more vicious, and impossible to intimidate. Every tool you have in this game is suited to prey on the weak, against me? You’re shooting at a tank with a pea shooter, mate.
 
So, Pluto’s Gate, a groundbreaking show. I can’t fucking wait. It’s about time this division got its own supershow. I even specially requested that me and you go on first, because after the beating I put on you to kick off the show, nobody’s gonna be able to follow it. Come the end of the night, they’re not gonna be talking about the two title matches, they’re not gonna be talking about who the new Queen of the Ring is, they’re all gonna be recoiling in horror at the mangled bundle of flesh that Eris has been rendered as. I put you down in a straight singles match, you failed to make good on your word and throw me out of the Clash, and now…now, we’re actually on my home turf. We’re going out there in a match where there are no rules. I can do whatever the fuck I want. Did you see what I did to my brother with the regular restrictions of a wrestling match? Not even Scott Oasis put a hurting on him as much as I did. You’re not half the threat that my brother is. You’re the kid at the back of the class who does weird shit to get everybody’s attention. And then, when nobody likes you, you blame the world for misunderstanding your ways. You’re not misunderstood, Eris, you’re just angry that nobody fucked you in high school. You’re angry that the world never stopped and admired you for the precious little flower that you are. Bitterness is a toxic thing, that’s why I’m channelling it into putting an end to The Cleanser. You seem to have carried bitterness with you for your entire life and it’s manifested in this off-brand Mortal Kombat character routine.
 
You’re not special, you’re not misunderstood, you’re just…boring. You bore me. I look at you and just think of all the other things that are worth my time. You’re not even a test at this point. I know I’m better than you, I’ve proved it. I’ve moved on to bigger and better things. I’m crossing over to other brands, I’m in a marquee match at the big show. What the fuck have you done? Sweet, sweet nothing. You’re gonna fade away after I kick your head in, just like you did the last time. You know why there’s so much space in your graveyard? Because you never put any bodies in it.
 
You’re not gonna be the next in line, Eris, you’ll be the last one left.
 
[STATIC]
Welcome to the Dollhouse
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 15th 2019, 5:10 pm by Welcome to the Dollhouse
WE WILL MARCH.


WE WILL CONQUER.


WE WILL OVERCOME.


WE WILL….


Have fun!


Hey, everyone, DiVa here!


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


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


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


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


With a makeover, of course!


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Welcome to the Dollhouse
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 15th 2019, 5:07 pm by Welcome to the Dollhouse

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Guess who’s back


Back again


Roxy’s Back


Tell a friend


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


Exhibit A: Azumi Goto… Is the Champion.


Yes.


Let that sink in.


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


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


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

Nikita LaShae
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 15th 2019, 3:53 pm by Nikita LaShae
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Talk about opportunities. A short amount of time in OWA and the “Iron Diamond”, “Mz. Ghetto Fab”, Nikita LaShae has impressed enough to be called out by the current Goddess Champion, Dulce Torres. At Pluto’s Gate, these two amazing women will collide for that championship. It was truly a blessing for Nikita to even have this opportunity. Support was not something she had a lot of throughout her life. Hell, she barely had any home training to begin with. It was always just constant yelling, a broken home, trouble, police, crime, the streets, judgement, sexual advances. That was all that this young woman knew from her day. She was happy to have someone in her life now that could make that difference for her and show her that there is more to life. With her eldest brother being locked up and her mother possibly still on some kind of binge or really wanting nothing to do with her, there was no one for Nikita to actually turn to. The only person she could turn to was her boyfriend, Darius Gates.


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


“Wanna help me with my project daddy?”


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


“Daddy, stop. I need to go.”


“You’re fine baby.”


“No! Quit! I’m leaving!”


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


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


“Don’t you love your daddy, Nikita?”


“NOO! GET OFF ME!”


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


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


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


Then… it happened.


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


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


“I’m okay boo.”


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


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


“I know. But you is here. Wit me.”


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


“And you know where he at now?”


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


“Hi, Dad.”
Diantha Rosso
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 13th 2019, 11:44 pm by Diantha Rosso
Look at the state of Odyssey and tell me my rightful place is not at the top. Our show is in complete chaos. The women here war with each other, not to see who is the best...but to see who their new boss will be. Hasbeens like Megan Harper, outsiders like Stephanie Matsuda, wastes of talent like the Dollhouse, whatever the hell Savannah Sunshine has become. Dulce is a fierce warrior and a worthy champion, but she has a soft heart. All the women who have flocked to OWA, the Nikitas, the Ronnies of the world, they are not ready. I will barely waste a breath on the likes of Rochelle and Serenity. And then there’s the one-armed Boxer…


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


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


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


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


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


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

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

WHAT DID YOU LEARN?

WHAT DID YOU FUCKING LEARN FROM ME!?

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

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

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

Now?

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

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

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

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


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


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


I hope you enjoyed the quality time with your new best buddy Azumi, Natalie. I assure you it will be the last you get to spend with her for a long, long time.
Zumi
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 13th 2019, 11:09 pm by Zumi
Pluto's Gate #1


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Kevin Maverick
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 10th 2019, 8:56 pm by Kevin Maverick
Divine Retribution #2

“The Hero is Triumphant”


June, 2014.


Osaka, Japan.


Hana Sake Bar.

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

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

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

Kevin Maverick: Hmph, says you.

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

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

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

Stephanie Matsuda: Here, here.

*clink*


-----


You’re right. Math was never my thing.

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

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

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

But I know you just as well.

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

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

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

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

(Kevin pauses for a moment.)

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

The OWA World Championship.

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

(Kevin Maverick puts on his signature shades)

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

(Maverick raises his arms, outstretched)

While I’m the triumphant hero.
Ground Zero
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 9th 2019, 11:59 pm by Ground Zero
Donny Dragon: Gimme the Keys Part Deux!


Word Count: 1000


Donny is in the Ground Zero gym, throwing hard kicks at the heavy bag, his leg seems to be completely better. James Anderson is on the other side of the room, practising wrestling drills on a dummy.
 
“Hit em harder, Donny!”
 
Donny throws a kick so hard that the heavy bag flies off of its chain and hits the wall.
 
“Remind me not to piss you off, boy!”
 
Ha! Piss ME off? Come on, man, you’re my brother!
 
James finishes his drills and takes a swig of water, before fist bumping Donny.
 
“I’m hittin’ the showers, don’t overtrain, bro.”
 
Donny picks up the heavy bag and hangs it back up, he throws another kick, before cracking a smile and locking eyes with the camera.
 
It’s so close, I can taste it. My big time win on the big show. Keys to the Kingdom, baby! I’m gonna kick the asses of five other dewds and make myself famous. I’ve always been told to be punctual. Discipline is the name of the game, so that’s why I put my opinions out there first. Eagerly, I waited, wanting to see just what my opponents for Divine Retribution had to say. Gotta admit…nooooot too impressed, guys. Adele, what happened, man? You said sweet nothing about me! Did I knee you so hard in the face that you forgot who I was? Probably, I do hit pretty damn hard. You see what I did to that heavy bag? I mean, you’re kinda like a heavy bag, I guess; big, solid, not very mobile, boring, rubber, filled with padding, Everlast branded…where was I?
 
Oh yeah, Keys to the Kingdom! I mean, I’ve said my piece on the match itself it’s mine to win, and you guys have proved to me why I’m right in believing that. Where do I even start? Uhh, Reg, let’s start with you! Just about what I expected: goddamn nonsense. You talk about how far you’ve come, how you beat Jon on your second try. The fact it even took you two tries is a damn miracle. I’d have beat him with my eyes closed if given the chance. You wanna talk about GZ? You wanna say that I’m half the man Nate is? Nate kicked your ass, I ain’t give a shit what you think. How about I tie you up like a damn pretzel and send you into such a poor mental state that they put you back in the loony bin? I’m here to hurt people and you’re my top priority right now. I saw what you had to offer Nate and it wasn’t much. You fucking suck, dude, plain and simple.
 
Alex Scott? ALEX SCOTT?! I…yeah, I got nothing. Everyone else in this match has pretty much said everything that needs to be said about you. You’re a rookie in a world of giants. Yes, I do think you suck because you’ve lost your first two matches. No, I don’t think that you’ve got untapped potential. I think I’m gonna snap your arm off, listen to you scream, and then you’ll never show your face here again. Don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out.
 
Hans? You’re coming for me, I get it. Sorry I pissed you off, but I did what I had to. I look forward to us kicking the crap out of each other again, because I know that I’m gonna come out on top. This ain’t no amateur wrestling match, my guy, this is six dudes throwing fists and you don’t have a damn chance. You can’t pin me for points and you can’t take a breather between rounds. If I want to, I can grab a chair and just beat you down with it. Take you to town until your neck’s rebroken. I’m done with the niceties. Sometimes, life sucks and you can’t get what you want. If you got those keys for whatever reason, I’d only win em off you anyway. I actually respect you less than I once did. Fuck you, piece of shit. You wanna talk about broken friendships? Only thing that’ll be broken is you, dickhead.
 
Jeff? JEFF?! Aight, your state got turned into an aquarium, boo fucking hoo. How much salt water did you swallow to get so light headed? Man, just because your favourite bar got destroyed, doesn’t mean you have to take it out on me. Yeah, I have won a couple of matches, what have you won? The love of some homeless dudes who lost their condo? Only reason you’re on this card is because it’s your home state and they needed somebody to get a pity pop, don’t go thinking otherwise. You can stand back and try to let Hans come at me if you want, what are you gonna do when I’m done with him? You gonna try and catch me with that drunken master style, Cackie Chan? Gimme a goddamn break. Better yet, gimme Jeff X on a silver platter so I can punch him in the gut so hard that suds fly out of his mouth. Hope they pay your wages in Bud Light so you can drink away the sorrows of failure.
 
Fuck all five of you dudes. I’m done talking, I’m done playing games. I’ve said my piece twice over and I’m sick of seeing you guys talk. I’m the only one that can shut you up and become Kingdom’s next top player. Ground Zero is about to rule 2019 and if you ain’t with us, best believe you’re against us. You know what? All of you just don’t bother showing up so I win via forfeit and save you all the trouble of watching me give you an ass whooping. You’re about to witness the true wrath of the Dragon.
 
“Very…passionate, Donny.”
 
Jesus! You scared me! I forgot you were there!
 
Donny goes back to throwing kicks and jabs at the heavy bag, wearing an arrogant, smug smile on his face as he does it.
Scott Oasis
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 9th 2019, 11:58 pm by Scott Oasis
I’m annoyed.

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

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

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

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

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


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Aria Jaxon
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 9th 2019, 11:58 pm by Aria Jaxon
I.

You reek of desperation, Jon McAdams.

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

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

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

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

Raise your glass, Jon -- and toast to a victory for The Queen.
Adelmar Sauer
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 9th 2019, 11:28 pm by Adelmar Sauer
The acrid scent of barley and hops from the bottle of Warsteiner on the hotel table was beginning to drown out the ringing in Adelmar’s ears. His attention never deviating from the multiple screens on his laptop. Screens playing the promos of his opponents over and over and over. A smile drifting ever so slightly over his face as he reached out, taking a large swig of the drink before setting it down. His eyes drifted to the camera, recording him still. He had taken to having it on at almost all times. Recording every action he had, and every different motion he took. A slip up in his own personal schedule could cost him everything he could hope for. And he had come so close now, in these past few days, so close to being the very person he wanted to be in OWA. And now that he was here, and in a prime spot as well, he wasn’t going to squander it with poor decision making.


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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

“I’m learning so much from being in the ring. And this is an opportunity that I refuse to waste. An opportunity to not only win, but to show what I have learned here in OWA. That is not something that I will take lightly. And this gives me a big chance at something great, something I will never squander. So, all of you, try as you might. I will tear you all apart, and take my place in the food chain of OWA at the peak. That is a promise from me. Fellow warriors...let’s see what you can do.”                                                                                                                                                                      
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Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 9th 2019, 9:45 pm by Guest
I should thank you, Scott. I should offer you my gratitude. You have saved me the trouble of having to come up with a punishment for Bane’s carelessness and insubordination when you drove him through the middle of the ring. I don’t know where you possessed the power to send a monster to hell, but It has allowed me to conserve my fury for our match at Divine Retribution. And as punishment to Bane, as much as I know how he would love to get his hands on the man that humiliated him, he will suffer knowing he will not be there to witness the moment in which Shin-SEKAI takes the OWA Championship. No, he must pay for his mistake. He must sit in isolation and learn from it. I cannot afford a mistake for this fight. So with that, I will say, Bane will not partake in the destruction of Scott Oasis.
 
On March 10,2019, history will be made. Divine Retribution, a second coming will take place as Shin-SEKAI, Moongoose McQueen will reclaim a world championship once more. It would be a shame to see the Iceman era come to such an early death, but consider it a mercy killing on behalf of OWA. No, Scott. I am not shaken by your actions from the past two weeks; Thwarting my plans in regards to taking out the likes of Alex Scott or Layne Kurobane. By no means, does this mean you have my number? After all, how many times have I been able to take your OWA Championship and hurl it into air like it’s a children’s play thing. And just when you think that is just Moongoose being Moongoose, there is a catch.
 
It’s…symbolism of how I feel about your reign as champion. Just seeing your name engraved on that belt is a constant reminder of the current state of OWA. A company that didn’t believe me in, would not enlist me to help fight its war, or would not grant me an opportunity to main event or fight for this title unless I point out how systematically flawed they are. And these days, it almost seems as if it’s Shin-SEKAI vs OWA because I refuse to conform. That OWA cannot accept that I am smarter than it. Better than it. And if anything, I should be the star of the company. You don’t have to accept it. OWA doesn’t have to accept it. But I will be what Scott Oasis can never be, and that is a true leader.
 
This is not simply a fight over a title. This is a fight over power, and is it wrong of me to believe that someone like Scott should not be trusted with it? The man might make claims that he is the hero. That he stepped in to save Alex Scott or was able to look past his difference with Layne to stop me, the villain. But all he does is prolong  suffering, raising hope for Alex, with whom people are saying things such as “keeping up with me” and that he will become something bigger. But who are we kidding? If I was serious, I could had finished that fight in an instance. I am guilty of toying with my enemies, after all, I’ve been doing so with you the past couple of months. But perhaps I’ve dragged it out for far too long. And now, we need to wrap this up. It’s no more fun and games from this point forward. I know what winning the OWA Championship would mean for me.
 
No, It’s not about being more famous now than I’m already am. It won’t be about getting on all the posters or main eventing at Final Destination. Winning the most coveted title here is going to mean a target on my back. Because just like you have me, Scott, not wanting to see you as the champ, there will be many, including yourself that won’t accept me. Fear that my influence would bring change, making everyone question everything before. Like why has this man not been a prominent force featured in the world title scene for so long, when the reality of the situation is, “they” didn’t want it. “They wouldn’t allow it.” As I speak now, I’m sure many are thinking, Scott Oasis will take out this nuisance and we can go back to pushing the Big Oasis Brand or whatever scheme or agenda they have in mind. But not Moongoose McQueen, because he cannot be controlled. He cannot be governed. He cannot be trusted. He is a threat to everything and everyone.
 
And who can blame them? I have a reputation of being difficult to work with. I’m aware that I am hated because quite frankly, I’m known for not giving a shit about others. But who can blame me, when I go through this business, this life, treated as if no one gives a shit about me. I too have ambitions. I too have dreams, only to be casted aside for those that simply wish to be the best and nothing more. My goal is simple. I don’t simply want to be the best, I want to bring out the best. It’s laughable that my peers think that I am selfish, yet I might be the most generous of them all. After all, I’ve continuously give and give and give, only to be rejected, left behind, forgotten just so someone like Scott Oasis, who only looks out for himself and is celebrated ….. cheered for.
 
 You’re right. I am a dirt bag. I am a cheat. I am a bully. I’ve every name in the book, but more importantly, I am Moongoose McQueen. A man willing to take on any job to complete his mission. Yeah, it’s not convention of the man that claims to be trying to save OWA to be staging attacks. It’s almost a paradox for a man that wants to save OWA by saying he needs to destroy it. But is that any different from having to save one man from himself? After all, this change, this transformation of who I am today, was only possible by killing any resemblances of humanity I still had. That lie that told me it was enough to just see the fans smiles and cheer.  The propaganda that it was only fair to share and let others have their moment. The story for which popularity is more valued than talent and ability. I was a fool, honing the wrong craft. Sacrificing my own true potential so that others can thrive. But what has being selfless gotten for me other than being constantly doubted and disrespected, and at Divine Retribution, I intend to make everyone a believer.
 
Scott, I will take everything from you. Your title. Your livelihood. Your position. It will all be mine, and I can assure you, it won’t be wasted. Something great will come out of your reign. The end of it. The statement I intend to make at Divine Retribution that it’s never too late to correct your mistakes. It’s never too late to take back what was once yours. It’s never too late to change the world. Your championship win was a mistake, but I will use it to usher in a new beginning.  This is the end of the line. It’s time for me to show the world how weak you are and expose you as the fraud you are. You never should had been placed in that match at Clash of the Titans. It never should had been you that I would have to challenge for it in order to make my way into Final Destination. It never should had been you, and I will prove that in your first … and only title defense.
 
I hope you enjoyed yourself this past month. I hope you had your fill of praise and attention. I hope that you are sick and tired of it all, because it will make it a lot less painful when relieve you of your championship. Your reign is over! Done! Gone with the winds of change! Open your eyes! I want you to witness it. I need you to give your best, just strong enough to live on and tell the next idiot that choose to oppose me about what I can do. If you really thought the last couple months was my best, then Scott Oasis… you ain’t seen nothing yet. We haven’t even begun to scratch the surface of what I can and will do to you, and this Sunday, you will face the full force of my power. No longer a threat, but your ultimate demise. …… Kutabare!
Keelan Callihan
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 9th 2019, 8:55 pm by Keelan Callihan
If you’re going through hell, keep going. This is what I was told when I was just a newbie in this industry. All those years ago, fighting to try and keep my head above water. Struggling just to try to make ends meet. I’ve ran into so many obstacles and so many roadblocks over the years that I’ve lost count. I’ve had setbacks and misfortunes but I’ve never let it phase me. I try not to listen to them but I feel like there are those out there that believe that I should have stayed retired. There are those that feel like this next run of mine is going to flop. In my second match back, I had the chance to become the OWA Spartan Champion, but I fell short. Seems like the constant task of attempting to strap gold around my waist has remained the same.

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

I’m the most legit.

But who is Nathan Fiora?

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

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

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

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

Every. Single. Fucking. Person.

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

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

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


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

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

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

You’re not Omega.

You’re not even Elite.

You’re a fucking beta male, cunt.

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

The Killer is coming.  
Jeff X
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 9th 2019, 8:10 pm by Jeff X
Walk Through The Door


Atlantic Beach, North Carolina
March 9, 2019

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


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


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

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


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


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

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


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

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

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


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


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


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

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

Jeff flicks his cigarette out into the sand.

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


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

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

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

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


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


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


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


[Fade to Black]
Father Nathan Fiora
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 9th 2019, 7:22 pm by Father Nathan Fiora
KEELAN CALLIHAN: FAILURE IN GAINING DIVINE RETRIBUTION
A rematch.  The main event.  Two comebacks. Reality proven twice.

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

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

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

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

As I look into the future, I can see what we’ll be doing once we reach our potentials, Keelan.  You will still be as desperate as ever, trying to act successfully when we both know that isn’t true.  I’ll be winning more titles and taking over whatever brand I’m on. It’s happened before so don’t be surprised if history repeats itself.  Keelan, you’re going to follow The Fire, whether you want this reality or not. It’s going to consume you and send you to your desires to ashes, while my fire erupts and continues to spread all over Omega Wrestling Alliance.  That’s your reality.
Layne Kurobane
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 9th 2019, 3:00 pm by Layne Kurobane
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It echos from below! The wails of the souls once thought gone beckon to those that believe they’ve outran them! They call to them! The past clings to one like a demon, hungry for just one more soul! It cannot be easily vanquished! Those that have chosen to learn from it live to fight another day, while others that wish to cover it and hide only feed it until it turns into a monster that they cannot overcome, no matter how hard they try! Those who find comfort in the past convince themselves they are drifting into a warm bath, unaware that they are moments from drowning in its clutches! Layne Kurobane’s past echoes in the distance, but he knows he no longer belongs there! He must continue on! He must fight!

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

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

I think you’d prefer History.

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

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

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

In fact, I’m a liar too.

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

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

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

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

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

And in the dark is exactly where you belong.

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

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Keys To The Kingdom
Post March 9th 2019, 8:35 am by AlexScott
Keys to the Kingdom
 
"So here we are in just two matches with OWA I am now in for a chance to earn myself of a championship title opportunity. In just two matches and unfortunately I've been on the receiving end of a loss with those matches, but it seems that I have impressed people. I have been thrown in to the "Keys To The Kingdom" match this week at Divine Retribution. Where the winner can trade in their win for a championship title match at any championship and at any time. Just saying that out loud seems to be a dream come true. But I know I have a tall order against me."

(Alex pauses)

"I know that I am against some of the best OWA has to offer. Some I even faced off last week in a tag team match. Jeff X and I was partners against Donny Dragon and Hans Olson. And even though myself and Jeff X came up short in that match. My eyes got opened a little more. I realised how much of a great athlete Hans Olson is and just imagine if he was in his prime. Then I realised how much of a sleaze Donny Dragon actually is. My eyes have been opened here in OWA and I'm ready for what's next."

(Alex smiles)

"And what's next is I'm up against five other competitors all itching and all wanting the same thing that I want and that is a chance at a championship. Jeff X, Reginald Dempshaw III, Donny Dragon, Hans Olson and Adelmar Sauer. I learned a little about Jeff-X in our tag team match and that is he is great in the ring, but always seems to flop at the big occasions. Jeff X you're not going to win this match. Far from it. Your gonna realise that your time here has been and gone. Jeff X you're gonna be watching me win this match."

(Alex smiles)

"Next we have is Hans Olson and Hans after our tag team match last week I respect the hell out of you dude. I respect everything you have done. But last week I had Jeff-X holding me back. I had to carry Jeff-X in our tag team match and Hans you're gonna realise how good I am when I haven't got anyone to carry. When I am against the world by myself I am the most dangerous animal around. That is what your gonna realise. And like I said before Hans, your body isn't up to scratch these days. I'm gonna target that neck."

(Alex pauses)

"Next we have is Reginald Dempshaw III a guy I haven't met or faced off yet. But Reginald allow me to introduce myself. I am Alex Scott. And yes I'm the future winner of the Keys to the Kingdom match and a future champion here in OWA. And you wanna know why? I believe in myself. I know my own ability and even though I've only had two matches here, I've not truly been able to show what I can do. Last week I was hand-cuffed to Jeff-X and his waste of space carcass. And the week before when I debuted against Moongoose McQueen I took him to the limit. That's what I do Reginald. I take people to their limits. And that's why your gonna know exactly who I am after I win this Keys to the Kingdom match."

(Alex smiles)

"Then we have is Donny Dragon. And Donny how stupid are you? Are you really that stupid to think that just after two losses in my short time here in OWA that I am out of my element. That I have hyped myself up so much to fall so quick and so easily?  One thing you need to know Donny is that I am a fighter. Since day one I have always fought for what I wanted. Since the minute I laced up my boots I knew I was better than most. But now in OWA  I'm gonna have to start proving that. In this keys to the kingdom match I'll do just that. Donny Dragon I'm walking out with those keys and the chance for a championship title match. No matter what I have to do in this match I will walk out with my head held high and my arms raised as winner. And when I look over your body after I throw it around like a rag-doll your gonna realise that I'm the future of OWA."

(Alex pauses)

"This keys to the kingdom match is an opportunity I've been waiting and it's an opportunity that I'm gonna grab with both hands and hold onto it. To all my opponents in this matchup you're in for a rude awakening once that bell rings. I will be the last-man standing."

(Scene ends)
Jessie B.
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 9th 2019, 8:27 am by Jessie B.
I have said it countless times that Olympic and Professional Wrestling is different but man, I never thought I would find myself in kind of match like this. People call this match as The Keys To The Kingdom which is interesting because we have to climb up the ladder to retrieve the contract that’s hanging in the air. I’m going to be honest. This kind of my match isn’t my favourite type of matches. I prefer to wrestle in a normal match or a Submission match. But this match is promosing and whoever the winner is, will have a chance to go after a championship. My efforts and sacrifices will be worth it. This isn’t the time to back down. This is the time to climb up the ladder.

First off, I need to apologize to Jeff X. Jeff, I should have listened what you said a week ago. I should have listened to you NOT to trust Donny Dragon again. You’re a veteran in this business after all. I let my so-called friendship with Donny blinded me. But it is what it is and I took my punishment after all. I have no ill will towards you, Jeff, and I’m truly sorry for not listening to you last week, but I have to ask you this: Why did you walk away from our match last week? I mean, it was a smart move to not get yourself hurt because this match this week has something more important for all of us, but it could also goes without saying that you weren’t ready to step in against The Olympic Gold Medalist. But ok, it was last week and this week we’re going to meet again albeit with other competitors in this match. I won’t let you walk away again. Because to be honest with you, I want to go toe to toe against you. I want you and me have our one on one match moment. If I have to throw you away from the ladder, I definitely will. Not just to you Jeff, but to everyone else as well. Maybe I’m just too fired up because you’re someone who has been around in this business for a long time and I’m very exited to go up against you, again. Believe me when I say this, you and I, can steal the show together.

From one apology to another. Alex Scott, I have to apologize to you as well. You were a victim of my wrath last week. To be honest, it didn’t make any difference to me whether I had to pin or submit you or Jeff actually. I just wanted to win the match. I mean, it’s what everyone wants to do isn’t it? It’s just unfortunate that Jeff decided to walk away and letting you to do all the work by yourself. You were the legal man and I had to do my job to score a victory. From what I’ve seen and experienced, you does have a bright future here, Alex. Your speed and agilty are top notch and to be honest, this kind of match is an advantage for you. I can’t really tell what you will do with ladders and you’ll shock me and everyone else in this match. You haven’t scored a victory yet but you have a chance to win your first ever match in this PPV. Come to think of it, Alex, if you win this match, you’ll have an opportunity to trade in your victory for a championship opportunity. What a way to score your first victory isn’t it? You have a chance to create a history but I want to win this match as well. I want this unique opportunity to make a name for myself. I mean, I’m an Olympic Gold Medalist, but OWA is my first ever Wrestling company that I work for. It goes without saying that I have no accomplishment yet in this sport. And whether you like it or not, I’m going to win a championship here sooner rather than later. I’m going to take that opportunity by winning this match. No offence, Alex, but if I have to hurt you again, then I certainly will do so. It’s nothing personal, it’s just bussiness.

Now, I have heard what Reginald Dampshaw III said about me and first, I have to say thank you. I appreciate what everything you have said about me and I have to say that you were the better man when we faced off a few weeks ago. You beat me fair and square and that’s something I have to accept. You’re a great wrestler, Dampshaw. I have heard every bad critiques towards you and to be honest with you, I refused to join the choir even before I suffered my defeated to you. You’re a real deal and you are certainly a future OWA World Champion. I think highly of you and I want you to go as far as possible. Believe me when I say that. Although it’s funny when you said you want to take my gold medals and melts them down. Why? You beat me, The Olympic Gold Medalist fair and square in one on one match, but what’s your problem with my gold medals? Is it because you never won one? I find it funny that you want to take something precisious to me. If you’re looking for a trouble, I’ll be glad to give you one. I’ll be glad to give you a hard time. You won’t be able to climb up the ladder when I snap your ankle. Let’s see how arrogant you are when you scream in pain, Dampshaw. Let’s see if you can still think that you’re immortal. You’re a human, just like I am. You’re not a comic book character and we don’t live in a fantasy land. I mean sure, I accepted the fact that you beat me once and even if I’m the one who’ll win this match, I still can’t say I beat you directly. But I guess this is the point of this match. Just to prove who wants this more. Play time is over and I want to win this match.

Now, Adelmar Sauer. I don’t know much about you, personality wise, but in the ring, you are a monster. You’re the tallest and biggest man in this match which will give you an advantage. You also beat Dampshaw, someone who beat me fair and square. It goes without saying that you have two advantages over me. If this is one on one match situation, I’m clearly the underdog one between two of us. But I don’t want to give up and surrender so easily. I think all of us want to win this match because of a promising opportunity. I know you will not stop but I’m not a quitter myself. I mean sure, Olympic and Pro Wrestling are two different sports. I have said this countless times because of my own experiences. But I won a Gold Medal with a Broken freakin Neck. It should be loud and clear enough that how much of a fighter I am. It’s not about the size of the dog, but it’s about the size of the fight in the dog. My raw power is nothing compare to yours and I’m not even sure if I can call myself a Power-House, but I know I’ll be able to throw you away from the ladder. I know I’m strong enough to go toe to toe against you. I just hope you have a strong will to win this match because I know how much I want to win this match. All of us might even form a temporary alliance to get rid you away because you’re the biggest man in this match. I mean, it always happen everytime a giant is involved in Multi-Man match. I have no problem with it myself because I have to take any advantages as much as possible. This is just a fair warning after all, I hope you’ll be ready for this match, Adelmar.

I think you know why I’m saving you for the last, Donny Dragon. I’m really pissed off for what you did to me. You stabbed me in the back and decided to beat me up with James Anderson together. I get it. You have been friends with James for a long time and he wants to get rid of me so bad despite I have never have an issue with him, but the fact and the matter is, I’m still here and I’m ready to return the favor in this match. I know, you beat me in a fair manner once but you said it yourself last week that you could feel my wrath. You know how much I want to kill you and I’m glad that you see me as a killer so if you think you can still use the same formula to take me down like you did in our one on one match weeks ago, then you’re wrong. You’re going to be in a state of shock, Jack. I do want to get my hands on you so bad, Donny, I really do. My blood is boiling right now but to tell you the truth, I’m focusing myself for this match because this match has something in the line which looks promising and I’m going to use everything I have in my arsenal to win this match, including my anger. I do think you’re a great wrestler though and I will never changed my opinion on that one, and I do think that you’ve set me on the right path as a wrestler but don’t think too much credit for yourself, Donny. I was the one who finish the job last week. I was the one who had my hands dirty in order for us to win this match. You said it yourself that I’m an exceptional technician and you know how I look you as a wrestler, but you just added the fire to the gasoline. I’m just a dynamite right now. I never say that you are a bad human, Donny, you are just a bad friend and I will definitely try to hurt you as much as possible. 

But this is a multi-man match with something on the line. My best interest is to win this match, not to get my real revenge on you, Donny, not trying to prove I’m the better man than Dampshaw as well, not trying to outwrestle Adelmar like in one on one match, and not showing any mercy to Jeff and Alex despite I have no problem with them. My focus is just to climb up the ladder to take what’s mine: Keys To The Kingdom.

Oh It’s True! It’s Damn True!
Étienne
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 9th 2019, 1:31 am by Étienne
St. Thomas Harbor, St. Thomas, U.S. Virgin Islands

U.S.S. St. Laurent, Etienne Laurent’s Sports Cruiser Yacht

March 4th 2019, 8:30 AM 




Etienne Laurent and his cohort Ivan Nel are having breakfast on the Harbor, on Etienne’s Sports Yacht. The hot sun shines down on the sparkling gloss finish, the busy harbor is loaded with boats and cruise line excursions. Etienne and Nel are at the back of the boat under the fiberglass canopy, chatting over breakfast. Etienne is dressed in khaki nautical pants and an olive green satin button down, with Yves Saint Laurent shades. Ivan is in white khaki shorts and a light blue button down with a white khaki fedora. 




E: Don’t you love the Islands? 




I: I do sir! But, not as much as I love watching you win!




(Ivan laughs and takes a sip of his Mimosa)




E: There’s gonna be a whole lot more where that came from Ivan, this company isn’t big league! A bunch of out of shape, out of style losers that convince each other they're athletes! 




(Etienne grins)




(Ivan laughs and flips a page in his book)




E: Reading up on Richard Serra, Ivan? 




I: Indeed Sir, His writings are truly captivating.




E: I’d like to own a Serra of my own. As a matter of fact Ivan I’d like you to get in touch with his estate, I’m thinking about commissioning a work for the office courtyard. —- A truly unavoidable monument! A monolith…. If you will.




—- Speeaaking of Monoliths, OWA booked me in an exhibition with an ignorant swine who calls himself “Monolith”. A monolith has presence, pride, strength for gods sake! He’s a sloppy hog, Ivan. I’m losing faith in this company every day that passes. Are they not aware that the biggest prospect in this country is.. Me! 




I: I suppose he doesn’t live up to his name? 




E: The only thing monolithic about Monolith is that fact that he’s in my way.




I: How do you suppose we get around this … Monolith? 




E: I always have something up my sleeve Ivan, always. — What the referee doesn’t know won’t hurt him will it Ivan?




(Ivan laughs, closes his book and lowers his glasses)




I: I’ll be right there if you … need me




E: I’m sure you’ll give me all the confidence I need Ivan..




(Etienne chuckles sarcastically)




E: All this brute wants to do is kill me.. Slobs, they're always trying to prove something. I have —nothing— to prove, that’s the difference. When I hit the ramp, I’ve already proved myself. I live life and — I get it — how I want it. 




This guy doesn’t care if he wins, as long as he hurts me. And Ivan, you knooooowwww we can’t let that happen. He’s a dirty little rat from the slums that I built my two million dollar flat on top of… These types of people Ivan, they’re full of pride, and they're full of shit.




(Etienne takes his glasses off and takes a gulp of his ice cold mimosa)




E: This company, doesn’t want me here. That’s why they put me up against this awful beast in the first place. I could buy this company just to burn it to the ground If I wanted to. They’re threatened by me Ivan. 




I have this idea, that I could be the first person in this company to win all the titles in my first year. I’ve got big plans for this place. This is the Etienne Laurent show, and it has been since I signed the dotted line. 




The first poor soul I’m stealing from is Alessandro Devoine. But before I can get close to him, Ive got to bury a few people. Thats what i’m good for Ivan. Just like I’ve buried no-talent artists, I’ll bury no-talent wrestlers. — Imagine what would happen to a championship title if it was on the shoulder of a boring turd like Monolith. Those titles are reserved for CHAMPIONS. Monolith isn’t a champion, Alessandro Devoine — isn’t a champion. I’m a champion. That’s not an opinon, that’s a fact. Im the only person on gods green earth that can legitimize this company. I’m the boss, I’m the brand, I’m the best. 






The camera fades to black
DampshawIIIఒ
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 9th 2019, 12:31 am by DampshawIIIఒ
Does everyone believe me now?


I've always had critics and detractors ever since I stepped foot in the wrestling business. Back when i started, people said I was weak, that I was a coward who hid behind his money so I wouldn't have to really fight. When I was involuntarily locked away, they said I "took my ball and went home" and that I didn't have what it takes to stay. And then when I joined OWA, some of those same critics said my signing was a waste of money and a waste of a spot for a more deserving wrestler. And in October of 2018, in my debut match, I wrestled Jon McAdams...and lost. In pretty convincing fashion actually. For lack of a more respectful word..he kicked my ass. And from there, it really seemed like my career in OWA was doomed from the start. But I came to a point in my life where I stopped listening to the critics and listened to the ones who were with me from the very beginning. From the inception of a nebula, they supported my triumphs and told me my losses were merely lessons. Once I had that confidence, my rise begun. I went from losing in mere minutes in opening matches, to fighting for championships, being a part of marquee events and now, this moment. Life is cyclical. Everything that will happen, has already happened will happen again. Sometimes with different variables. 5 months later, I stepped in the ring once again with Jon McAdams...and I beat him. The man who made me feel like I could just shrink to nothing, disappear and no one would notice, I vanquished. Now, I could say "Well since I've beaten him, don't I deserve his spot against Aria Jaxon at the PPV? Don't I deserve the opportunity to beat her and secure my place for the World Championship...SINCE I WAS NEVER ELIMINATED IN THE CLASH OF THE TITANS MATCH AND I AM THE RIGHTFUL WINNER AND..." No, no. That was the old Reginald Dampshaw III. Jon, I wish you well in your match. You see, I know that from now until Divine Retribution, you're not going to be able to sleep well, what with the migraines from the elbows I sent careening into your skull. I know when you walk down the ramp Sunday night, your lower back and neck are going to stiffen from that suplex I gave you on the concrete. While I would like to be in your place Sunday, The fact that you are going into that match with a loss under your belt, and are physically battered and bruised, that pleases me. Knowing I caused you such pain well that is my, and pardon the pun, "divine retribution".


Now, I am not without something to do on Sunday. Weeks ago, our exalted general manager Vernon Tressler announced that there will be a new match, entitled "Keys to The Kingdom", where the winner can trade in their win for a championship opportunity in a ladder like system up the OWA ranks. I must admit, the intricacies of the opportunity befuddle me a bit, but that is probably because our GM explained it like the imbecile that he is, but any chance for Reginald Dampshaw III to hold gold in any capacity I will reach for. 


In this match, I have history with all but two of the men I'll be facing. Hans Olsen, you are freakishly gifted in the wrestling ring. You walked into the match we had confident because of your in ring capabilities. You can do things no mere mortal can do, but you realized as soon as the bell rang...that I am not a mortal man. I will take great pleasure in embarrassing you again. I will take your gold medals, melt them down and fashion a sword to strike you down. I don't even want to humour Jeff X's existence any longer. You have been a thorn in my side for far too long now, Jeff. You are a mindless redneck drunkard and you are one of the things killing this sport. You see this as a party to tailgate while your multiple fat wives cheer you on. They are your only real fans, after all. You made a mockery of my match against Adelmar Sauer and if I have to kill you in the middle of the ring to make it easier to win this match, I will. The world will be better off without your kind anyways.


Now the two men I'm not familiar with. Donny Dragon, 2nd in command behind Nate Cage. Look at you, you little lieutenant you. Impressive, indeed. I've stepped in the ring with Cage and I can say, if you're half the man he is, you are someone to be feared. But that's just it, you're half the man he is, maybe even less. Yes, you're cute with your little karate kicks and pseudo Jiu-Jitsu maneuvers, but all you are is just a cog in a wheel. You may think Nate Cage has your best interests at heart and that he has your back, but where is he going to be during? He won't be there giving you advice on how to win, he's going to be busy fighting his sister, who, may I add, is a lunatic and someone I am almost positive I saw walking into walls in the female ward when I was in Broadmoor. No, you're just all alone out there. Wolvesden or Ground Zero, it truly doesn't matter. You're a faux cult, and like all cults there is a leader and then there are sheep. And you, my dear boy, are a sheep. But at the very least, you can be comfortable knowing you're not a pretty boy newbie like Alex Scott. I...I honestly know nothing about you, Scott. You are..a wrestler and you..like to keep to yourself and that's it. What have you done to deserve to be in this match. What have you done to deserve to be in the presence of Reginald Dampshaw III? You lost to Hans and Donny in a tag match? Now, granted, your partner was Jeff X so he probably forced you to drink some American piss and got you drunk before your match so perhaps it wasn't your fault. I know I sound extremely dismissive and I be remiss if I was just looking past you, so prove me wrong. Show me you belong Sunday night. You're not going to win, that's a given, but make me believe that you belong here just like I proved everyone that I did in the 5 months since my debut. 


And so that brings me to one last man. Adelmar Sauer. I already made my feelings clear about our match. You woke me up in that fight. You brought out the warrior inside me that was laying dormant for too long and for that I thank you. But the time of pleasantries has long passed. I respect you, Adelmar. And I respect almost no one. I invited you to my estate and I won't disclose what your conversation was about, but I know we have a mutual understanding. We've been placed in an unfortunate situation where we have to fight each other, but like I said before our match, why do we have to fight? Because Vernon told us to? We are both strong, smart men. We can fight another time. I know we will battle again like the soldiers we are, but why this time? Imagine this. I win the match, I am awarded the opportunity for a championship. From my understanding, the first championship you can "cash in" is a Tag Team Championship shot. I open my doors for few men, Adelmar. You were given an prodigious gift, and now...I am being selfless in offering you another. I feel after our meeting that you would not be naive to throw it away.


For too long, I have been looked as someone who didn't deserve this sorts of matches, these sorts of opportunities, but now...now it seems people are seeing me for who I have always been, who I have been saying I am. So...does everyone believe me now?
Kevin Maverick
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 8th 2019, 7:00 am by Kevin Maverick
Divine Retribution #1

“The Hero is Defeated”


Six Years Ago.


Shinagawa, Tokyo, Japan


Revolution Arts Wrestling Dojo.

(Young Lion Kevin Maverick is laying in his bed at the RAW Dojo dormitories. With an arm draped over his eyes, he attempts to block out the sounds around him. His body is in aching pain from the stress of daily training, but he attempts to block out the pain with thoughts of home and one person in particular…)

Male Voice: ..Still thinking about her?

(Kevin turned his head to find his roommate and “running buddy” Moongoose McQueen finishing his push-ups.)

Kevin Maverick: Thinking about who?

Moongoose McQueen: That girl you have five hundred and something photos of in your phone gallery. I take it she’s the same chick you’ve been stalking on Facebook.

Kevin Maverick: Dude. Did you hack into my phone?

Moongoose McQueen: Why would you assume that?

Kevin Maverick: Because you’ve done it before.

Moongoose McQueen: Me? But I’m you friend! Your good ‘ol buddy and pal-

Kevin Maverick: Who almost got me knifed by a yakuza.

Moongoose McQueen: Okay so my Japanese isn’t the best! But what I meant to ask him was ‘where’s the sporting goods store?’ I can’t help it if he heard that as ‘we will hunt you for sport!’

Kevin Maverick: Dude...really? Ugh.

Moongoose McQueen: Anyway, enough about that. What’s up with this girl back home? What’s her name?

Kevin Maverick: (sighs) Ishita. Someone I went to high school and college with.

Moongoose McQueen: (sits down) Oh! The pre-med chick right? What she’s up to?

Kevin Maverick: …

Moongoose McQueen: Come on! You can tell your old friend ‘Queenie!

Kevin Maverick: In forty-eight hours she’s going to give her hand in marriage…

Moongoose McQueen: And you’re not crashing the wedding why…?

Kevin Maverick: Her family doesn’t want her marrying someone like me, man.

Moongoose McQueen: Das racist!

Kevin Maverick: It’s a money thing, a class thing.

(Kevin Maverick sits up)

Kevin Maverick: According to Mr. Singh, I’m not good enough for his daughter. I never was.

(Kevin climbs off the bed and walks towards a mirror.)

Kevin Maverick: Whatever his expectations are, I’m going to surpass them.

Moongoose McQueen: And then you get the girl?

Kevin Maverick: It’s too late for that. It’s not about her anymore, it’s about me fulfilling my own destiny. I came here to push myself to the limit, It’s not only about being the best wrestler in the world...but the greatest showman. And once I reach the top...nobody will underestimate me ever again.

Moongoose McQueen: You’re getting kind of intense there.

Kevin Maverick: These are intense times, Moonie. When the universe pushes you…

(Kevin turns around)

Kevin Maverick: You punch it in the fucking face.

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Step into the spotlight.

(The camera opens to darkness, minus a single spotlight over The Greatest Showman himself, seated on a stool. He looks deep in thought as he looks down, rubbing his chin. He’s fiddling around with a set of wooden beads around his wrist. His eyes look lost for a moment before he begins to speak.)

You ever wanted something so bad, it ached at your heart? You ever feel like nothing else matters except that one thing...that one obsession that drives you wild and directs every action, every instinct inside of you? That’s my relationship with the art of competition. It speaks to me...guides me from challenge to challenge. She is my muse, my one true love. Before her, there was another...but that is long behind me. Lady Competition wants me to seek out only the worthy; those who know what it means to give everything to this business. The man they call Layne Kurobane is such an individual. The art of wrestling just oozes from his pores! He is the embodiment of grappling pedigree, a master class of technicality, a modern day Spartan! Who just so happens to the OWA Spartan Champion. He’s not the man I’m looking for, but he’s the one I need. Why? Because other than Allesandro Devione, there’s no other man on the roster other than myself who takes so much pride in their craft! Kurobane is like a potter carver, who molds the ring to his liking. The Showman face-to-face with The Artist. You know why I chose you Layne - it’s no secret. Your Spartan title is a bullhorn, a megaphone to get the attention of the man I really want - the son of Kevin Devastation. I understand completely if you feel insulted - i would too in your position. But there are some things more important than your pride, Kurobane. Things...like my destiny to be the face of OWA’s Cruiserweight division. There’s a lot of people on our roster who can flip, fly, and the like, but has no idea why we do what we do. I make it my mission, my purpose to show the world what it means to win the fight AND the crowd at the same time. This is my show, my battlefield, and unfortunately when I drew the line, you just happened to be  standing in the middle. A victim of happenstance, a bystander caught in the shoulder by a stray bullet. That’s what you are to me right now, Layne. And as you fight for your life, as you crawl away struggling for survival I walk forward. And as I close in...I raise my hand..

(Kevin raises a hand and makes a gun gesture)

Fix my sights…

(He pulled back his thumb)

And pull the trigger. Two shots in the chest, one in the head. That’s a triple threat for you, fam. And once you’re down I go for the kill confirm - cutting your throat with my Butterfly Edge. This is war young Spartan, but you’re not my sworn enemy. Just a midboss I need to get through as I make my way down the Northern Crater to face off against Sephiroth - a false prophet who thinks his bloodline gives him the privilege of owning the world. He has what I want, my goddamn birthright. Along the way i lost to Keelan Callihan and Aria Jaxon, but I’ll deal with them later down the line. Right now it’s you and Devione. On Sunday I take your Spartan Championship and use it as a chip to play my hand against the false god. I beat him and take his belt. And with both the Spartan and Cruiserweight Championships over my shoulder, I walk down king’s Road to accomplish an achievement I’ve already unlocked.

I defrost The Iceman...again.

If it’s not him but Jaxon or McAdams, then I dethrone The Queen, or Brexit my foot up Jon’s ass. Ever since my loss at The Clash of Champions I’ve been taken as a joke, a sideshow people can see and be like “oh look, it’s one of those diving flipping guys!” I’m no sideshow Kurobane - I’m a goddamn trendsetter who will get his by any means. Now maybe I’m coming off a little dark, but after I defeated Scott Oasis with my own hands in an OPENER match! Back when I was overseas all i heard about was how awesome these former elite guys were, how talented the OWA roster is, and how dangerous the now defunct SSW alumni are! But riddle me this Kurobane…

Who the FUCK is the dangerous one around here!? Who the hell should I be scared of!? I’ll admit - Aria and Keelan caught me off guard. They are as talented as they say they are...but I’m right there with them. I’m right there with you too, fam. I’m walking around with my metaphorical bat, ready to strike at the hornet’s nest, doing what I want, when I please. I may sound like the villain, but I can assure thee that’s not my intention. I’m just consumed by the spirit of Her Grace, Lady Competition. After all, wasn’t you the one looking for competition? Word on the street is that Mr. Devione was asked to meet with you, but after losing to Billy Lee Wild, I’m sure his punk ass is dodging the bookers like they’re 5-O. (laughs) How ironic...that the man i couldn’t beat doesn’t want to fight the man who lost to the man I beat on a random Monday night. This degree of separation has taken an interesting turn, something I’m willing to gamble a title shot on. You say that every match you’ve had you treated like the one I had with Scott Oasis…

Except for the one you had with Scott Oasis. Weird, huh?

You asked if I know why you’re the champ and I’m the challenger, and the only answer I can think of is “I wasn’t here.” I wasn’t here to beat you to the punch, Kurobane. I wasn’t here to reign as Spartan Champ. I wasn’t here to defeat Scott Oasis and become a double champion at Clash of the Titans. I wasn’t here to do the job YOU were supposed to accomplish. That is why you’re the champ, and I’m the challenger: because I wasn’t around to successfully seize the opportunities you failed to take. You say that I’m not good enough, but it’s going to take more than wishful thinking than to Little-Engine-That-Could your way out of this, Kurobane. You may “think you can”, but thinking is different from knowing. I KNOW I can beat you. This isn’t a shonen anime - I will expose you in front of a live studio audience.  

Listen, I respect you too fam. You’ve made a name for yourself and made the Spartan title a household name, but your services are no longer needed. This energy I’m bringing to the table isn’t a form of disrespect. You’ve been a true champion through and through. During the post-match press conference, I’ll be more than willing to talk about how good of a competitor you are, and how I respect your hustle, and etc. I don’t see the Spartan Championship as anything less than the Cruiserweight Championship - it’s not a priority for me at the moment. This is just a ticket to redemption so I can prove to myself that I’m better than Allesandro Devione. But don’t you fret, my friend. I’ll carry the Spartan Championship with the same respect you did. Hell, I’ll even allow a rematch clause. But, whatever happens next, it’s only preceded by one moment: Me taking away your title. You’ll give me the fight of my life Layne, but my purpose is ironclad at this point. Divine Retribution is about me getting to where I need to be to fulfill my destiny. As for you? 

Welcome to the timeline where the hero is defeated, Link.
Tarah Moore
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 8th 2019, 12:56 am by Tarah Moore


Stressed Out---OLYMPUS
Promo Number One

“I wish I found some better sounds no one’s ever heard I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words I wish I found some chords in an order that is new I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink But now I’m insecure and I care what people think My name's Blurryface and I care what you think My name's Blurryface and I care what you think Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.”

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“Punch! Lets go! Double time, smol bean!”

A loud, booming voice echoed from the bear like man known as Bull Connors as he held the punching bag while Tarah Nova threw punches at it. They were currently in an old gym close to the OWA arena. It was small; Old tables, dim lights and a few benches filled the room and in the middle of it all stood a semi rusty looking squared circle. It was old with faded painted corners and a ripped up mat. A few turnbuckle covers were missing but other then that? It was usable to say the least but here they were; working out and getting ready for their Tag Team Championship match tomorrow night. “Come on, another punch!” He yelled again, his large hands holding the bag as she threw another. Than another...and a few more till she hit the center of the bag which made her hiss out in pain. Bull looked at her for a moment as she leans down, panting . “You good?” He asked.

“Y-Yeah..” She said, shaking her head side to side, “I’m okay, just trying to get ready for the match tomorrow.” After she spoke, Tarah heard the scuff that came from her Tag Team partner's lips. “Like I said earlier before we even got here, I don't understand why you are pushing yourself so hard for this match, Tarebear. We BASICALLY have this in the bag.” The cocky tone of his words hit Tarah’s ears which made her stand up straight.  “How the hell do you think that?” She asked, annoyed. Bull simply shrugged his shoulders before moving away from the bag as he began to unwrap his knuckles. “Tare, look at the facts. We just got these Championship. We are TWO of the best Wrestlers on OLYMPUS so honestly...do you truly think we are going to drop it to the fist two people that appeared in front of us to challenge for those 'WILD' boys.”


Tarah shook her head, “No but  Bull...I trained those two. I pushed those two into becoming an amazing tag team. The Wild Boys aren’t just SOME Tag team...they are a molded, Novacaine's Finest Tag Team.” She let out a sigh before unwrapping her hands too as she continued, “You don’t understand that and THAT'S why I freaked on you last week when you took this match. I mean sure WE have the upper hand when it comes to wrestling as singles....but as a Tag team, Bull? We got rookie rank experience compared to Jimmy and Billy.”

Bull laughed at that comment. “Wow...Do you really think that low of us when it comes to winning this?”

“No but...Dude, you should’ve thought this through!” Tarah said, slightly annoyed now. He groaned before turning to her, “We I didn't and now we are facing them! AND get watch Nova, we are going to beat the HOLY HELL outta those students of yours. End of Story!” Bull growled at her attempted to walked away but she blocked his path.

“Tarah--” He started but she shushed him. “No! Dude, you are so blinded by your ego right now that you don't see how hard this is for me right now, Bull!” She yelled causing him to look down at her. “This week I face my two student. TWO boys that I took in and taught EVERYTHING I know to. I trained them before Cloudy With The Chance of Meatballs did. Before anyone and now, because of you, I have to face them! Like fuck, man! They have tag team for YEARS! WE have been tagging for what---a month? So us actually winning this is going to be luck if it happens and you know DAMN well I don’t believe in that horse shit.”

“I know but--” He tried but she stopped him again.

“And god, not ONLY THAT but in a few weeks, I have to face my fuckin’ Husband, Bull! I face Nassy to see who will face Jacob fuckin’ Senn for the OWA Heavyweight Championship! I mean hell---We never, in all the years of being in each others lives, have faced off against each other and now we have to and frankly Bull;  I am a total mess over all of this!” Bull just stood there in a shocked daze as Tarah let out a weak sigh, finally finishing her stressed out rant. “Dude...” He simply began as he placed his hand on Tarah’s shoulder which made her look up at him. “You need to chill the fuck out.” He grinned. “We got this.” Hearing that, another sigh from Tarah’s lips came out before she weakly smiled up at her tag team partner and best friend.

“How do you know, man?” She questioned him.

He shrugged his shoulders, “I just do...So relax. Now let's just get through this match tomorrow and show them who’s better, Okay?” Tarah nodded her head slowly before placing her face in her hands for a moment; taking deep breaths as slowly as she could. The larger man, squeezed her shoulder slightly before moving his hand away. “Hey. It's A messy time right now, I get it.” He said as moved to sit down on the bench, “But you are TARAH NOVA. One of the best---I mean sure you can be cocky, blunt as fuck and full of yourself despite your size and ---”

Tarah glared up at him, “Bull--”

“Hey! Let me finish,” He laughed, putting his hands up stopping her. “but even with all that, you are still one of the best on Olympus; like I said before. So honestly, If anyone can beat your asshole of a husband---it you. And after that? Facing Senn?” He fans his hand at her mockingly, “Piece of Cake....Actually Cake sounds good right now--” Tarah snorts loudly at him; cutting him off. “Alright, I get it. I’m freakin’ for nothing..I’m just stressed the hell out.”

Smiling, he commented back. “You really are, dude---but hey, that's whatever. Let's just finish this workout training bullshit, plan out how we are going to win our match tomorrow night and get the fuck outta here. I’m getting hungry.” Bull patted his stomach which made Tarah laugh at him. “What’s so funny?” He questioned her.

“...Bull, You're always hungry.”

“Shut up, Nova...”




 WORDS:  1046 | TAGGED: THE WILD BOYS
© TARAH JAY NOVA


Abholos
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 7th 2019, 11:48 pm by Abholos
Wild Boys Season 1 Episode 3: We Want The Gold Sucka!!


OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) - Page 3 Booker-T-Calls-Hulk-Hogan-A-Word

Friday, November 17, 2000.


Rancho Cucamonga, CA.



(It’s a quiet evening at the Wild household as 12-year-old Billy and 8-year-old Jimmy sit in front of the television, watching an episode of Friday Night No Mercy. They were looking forward to the upcoming Battlefield pay-per-view for NMW, where Naheem and Christian Bogard would challenge Rage and Krazy Kid for their NMW Tag Team Championships. At the moment, the Bogard brothers were being interviewed.)

Young Billy Wild: Man! This is so cool! Naheem and Christian is putting their beef aside to fight Rage and Krazy Kid!

Young Jimmy Wild: Didn’t they reveal that Rage and Krazy Kid were brothers too?

Young Billy Wild: They did! So we’ll get to see who’s the greatest brotherly tag team of all time!

Young Jimmy Wild: Do you think that’ll be us one day?

(Billy Wild stood up in front if the television with his hands on his hips.)

Young Billy Wild: You gosh darn right that’s going to be us! Billy and Jimmy - The Wild Boys front and center before the world as the undisputed tag team champions!

Young Jimmy Wild: Yeah!

Naheem Bogard’s Voice: WE WANT THE GOLD SUCKA! KRAZY KID! WE COMING FOR YOU N---A!!

Young Billy/Jimmy Wild: O.O!!!!

--------

“And on that day we decided to never curse on live television.”

(The camera opens to Billy and Jimmy wild eating at their local Applebee’s. 

Billy Wild: (munching) You see, there more to being a wrestling superstar than talking trash on the mic.

Jimmy Wild: (munching) Like telling kids to not do drugs and super kicking your opponents in the face before allowing them to finish their sentence.

Billy Wild: (swallows) Right! I mean I could put on a pair of shades and talk about how I’m gonna whoop this guy Bull’s keister.

Jimmy Wild: Or how we’re going to get the drop on Auntie Tarah…

Billy Wild: But we won’t. Because it’s Auntie Tarah!

Jimmy Wild: The one who taught us how to do a superkick!

Billy Wild: Yahtzee! I always told her she should go back to that instead of the Crazed Daze. Man, the three of us had some good times traveling along the indies.

Jimmy Wild: Yeah, man. You know what’s funny? Everyone assumes our training started with Stephanie Matsuda.

Billy Wild: (shakes his head) Master Splinter was the one who refined our fighting technique. Before that, we learned from picking things up along the way.

Jimmy Wild: Well you did go to that five-week class.

Billy Wild: “Learn the basics with Jack Action!” (laughs)

Jimmy Wild: (laughs) I still can’t believe you was taught how to wrestle by a guy who called himself that. Wasn’t he a history teacher too?

Billy Wild: Substitute history teacher. And a volunteer firefighter. I think he was a bartender on the weekends at some dive bar. He also helped out at our church. Remember the guy Grandma Jackson was yelling at? “That boy ain’t got no damn sense!” (laughs) Good times. Her grand daughter was so little then…

Jimmy Wild: Now she’s on the road to Final Destination.

Billy Wild: Kween.

Jimmy Wild: Kween.

(Both brothers pause for a moment while eating their food)

Billy Wild: To be honest, we’ve met a lot of this OWA guys before our come up. And some even before theirs.

Jimmy Wild: Like for instance, we first met Keelan on the indies when Steph was his valet. Lo and behold, she was the same woman who made us into the formidable fighting force that we are today. That joshi training yo.

Billy Wild: Indeed. I guess what we’re trying to say is that we spend years training to get to this level. We taught ourselves how to be strong, to never give up, and keep on fighting no matter what. We were raised by a hardworking man who owns his own lumber business. His wife - our beautiful mother - is a retired nurse.

Jimmy Wild: A very underappreciated job by the way. Nurses are the backbone of America.

Billy Wild: The only ones “ making America great again.”

Jimmy Wild: Now, now Billy, you’re being political again…

Billy Wild: Ah, yes. Thanks for the heads up. Anyways, through trial and tribulation my brother and I had each other’s back. We traveled the world, fighting anyone who thought blood was thicker than water. And when we did meet another pair of siblings, we always came off on top. It takes more than being related in order to function as a cohesive unit. It takes years of experience, fight together, traveling together, reading each other’s signals, etc. It gets to the point where we think the same, both in and out of the ring. We look at life the same. Like for instance…

(Two young women sit at the table, each one next to Billy and Jimmy.)

Billy Wild: We met our girlfriends around the same time.

Jimmy Wild: Yes ladies and gentlemen, your boys grew into men! For fifteen years we’ve been killing it night after night, since hosting shows in our own backyard! These days, my brother and I have been thinking a lot about the future. Part of the reason why we came here to OWA is to establish a legacy. Sure we’ve made names for ourselves across the indies, but OWA is the fastest growing promotion in the world!

Billy Wild: In fact we choose this over EWC - the pinnacle of worldwide wrestling by the way - but we want to be part of something that’s growing. We want to lend our talents to revitalizing a tag scene that before we arrived, was dead to rights.

Jimmy Wild: And as good Auntie Tarah and Bull Connors are, they don’t have the tag team experience we do. Would they kick our asses one-on-one? I wouldn’t put it past them. But, we trained ourselves to be the perfect tag team. We don’t even have to say a word - we can read each other’s signals and know what’s up. We’re probably the most effective fighting force the world has seen and we’re willing to bet dollars to donuts that nobody in this industry can touch us! After all, since our arrival here in OWA, we’ve been undefeated - both in tag and singles. We dominated when we were in NEO, we kicked ass overseas in RAW and NJW! We fought our way through Britain and held our own in Mexico! As good as the two of you claim to be Auntie Tarah, there’s no way in heck we’ll allow a team that was born yesterday get one over the almighty Boys of Wild! We fought too hard for too long, and we make it an imperative to take things to the next level!

Billy Wild: Maybe we haven’t heard much from you guys because you think you have this in the bag. You did overcome Heart and Seoul and the Dollhouse, right? Two teams that we can beat in our sleep. We took our Maggall and Nolan, and I beat the Cruiserweight champion himself dead center in the middle of the ring! It wouldn’t be wise to underestimate us Tarah and Bull…

Jimmy Wild: You call yourselves Killer Alpha Squad, but we are the OMEGA of this tag division. We’re the final bosses of this game. And not just any easy to beat enemy from today’s generation, but the unbeatable pain in the ass kind from the classic Nintendo days.

Billy Wild: Fighting us is like playing Contra - impossible to beat.

Jimmy Wild: Unless you cheat…

(Jimmy takes out an old school Game Genie from his pocket.)

Jimmy Wild: We got that on lock too.

Billy Wild: So whatever you have to say, whatever you do tomorrow night…

Jimmy Wild: Been there.

Billy Wild: Done that.

Jimmy Wild: Beat it.

Billy Wild: We came to OWA to kick ass and take names. We want the the gold, sucka!

Jimmy Wild: Tarah Nova.

Billy Wild: Bull Connors. 

Jimmy Wild: We coming for you-

Billy Wild: Insert racially insensitive word here.


(The camera pulls away as The Wild Boys turn their attention to their girlfriends as the camera fades.)
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Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 7th 2019, 11:39 pm by Monolith
Boring.
You're boring.
Boring.
You're boring.





"Enjoy the finer things while you can.


Tomorrow, your bust goes on my mantle."
Ground Zero
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 7th 2019, 10:51 pm by Ground Zero
Donny Dragon: Gimme the Keys


Word Count: 1608


Donny Dragon and James Anderson come through the curtain, James is laughing and has his arm around Donny’s shoulder. Donny has a slight look of remorse on his face, a look that’s quickly washed away when he sees Nate Cage.
 
“Donny, tonight was the start of our campaign. Divine Retribution will be the night Ground Zero arrives. I will end my sister’s petty uprising, and you…you will become the first man to hold the Keys to the Kingdom.”
 
I…I won’t let you down, Nate.
 
Donny is sitting in the Ground Zero barracks, the location of which is still classified. It is your typical military décor, not too dissimilar from the Wolvesden barracks. Donny is lying in his bunk, restless and wide awake. James Anderson is soundly asleep in the opposite bed.
 
James? Pst, James.
 
“Huh…I…wha?”
 
I’m heading out for a bit.
 
“No I…I didn’t ask for a double…zzzzzz…”
 
Donny heads out into the dead of night. The Ground Zero compound is a foreboding place, nothing but concrete and steel. A light can be seen emanating from Nate’s office, he seems to never sleep. Donny decides to pace around the courtyard, shadow boxing. A group of soldiers on night watch duty salute as they see him, but he’s not paying much attention.
 
Gotta stay focused, gotta be the strongest, the fastest.
 
“Donny, you’re restless.”
 
It’s hard to rest when I’ve got such a major opportunity laying ahead of me.
 
“You know that you’re able to get it done. Don’t overthink it.”
 
I’m not overthinking it.
 
It’s the next day, Donny is sitting on the edge of his bunk, deeply thinking, before looking directly at the camera.
 
I don’t think I’m a bad person, I think I’m a man who does what he has to to survive. I have to look at the road ahead, I have to weigh up my options. Hans, I’m sorry that things went the way they did between us. I’ve always valued our friendship, but it’s Ground Zero first, always. James is right, it’s kill or be killed. And you’re definitely a killer. I felt good, going out there in that tag match and watching you get your first win. Even if it took you having to team up with me to do it. Consider it a gift, a freebie. I’ve always wanted you to do well and I feel like I’ve set you on that path.
 
As for my path? It runs through the Keys to the Kingdom. An opportunity like no other in OWA. Once you get it, you’ve gotta string those wins together to get better and better opportunities. And if there’s one thing I’ve done that nobody else in this match has done, it’s get win after win after win! Four in a row now. If I had the keys, I’d be qualified for a world title shot by now! OWA have lined em up and I’ve knocked em down! What’s one more win to me? Just another day at the office, I say!
 
And what about the field in this match? A rogues gallery, comprised mostly of guys I’ve already defeated. First up, there my old buddy Adele, the big ol’ German manbaby. How you doing there, Adele? Seems like losing to me in your debut didn’t exactly set you on the best path. You’re what, 1-3 right now? Who started that? Was it…was it me? I think it was, you know. You talked and talked about your respect for the ring crap and I knocked you out cold with a knee to the face. My first victim. You couldn’t beat Jeff, you couldn’t beat Aria, who have you beat? RD3? That man's so cuckoo, I don't even know if he knows he's a wrestler.

Speaking of Reggy, he's the only guy here that I’ve not had the displeasure of crossing paths with. So, Reg, you like crazy talk, huh? Make sure you’ve got your head screwed on tight so that you can listen to me for a while. I ain’t really got much beef with you, sure you’ve had your run-ins with Nate, but I’m pretty sure everyone has at this point. He’s quite fond of making enemies. You’re a hell of a fighter, I’ll give you that. You’re tough, determined, and downright nasty. I just…I can’t take a man like you seriously. You know you’re off your rocker when a guy with a dragon living inside of him thinks you’re a bit much. You talk in riddles and refuse to acknowledge your failures, sounds like the actions of a loser to me. You dance around everything you’ve done wrong, in the hopes that nobody will remember that you’re just a reliable performer and nothing more. You’re kinda like Jeff, I suppose, got a few nice wins but not a lot that’s stuck. I mean, you beat Jon McAdams recently, I guess that’s pretty cool. But Jon’s become a gatekeeper at this point, Reg. Beating him’s just a right of passage now. Nate did it way back when, Aria’s probably gonna do it as well. I wouldn’t hang your hat on it.
 
And that brings me around to Jeffy boy, it’s nice to see you in this match as well. How many more opportunities is this company gonna give you, before they realise you’re never delivering? You were in War Games and lost. You were in the Clash and lost. This is just the same old story for little old Jeff. Another shot, another loss. It’s your defining attribute man, lose lose lose lose lose. You wanted to talk shit about me and you lost. And you can talk all you want about how you were “right” and how you warned Hans not to trust me, but the truth is I don’t care. I chose my brothers, and everyone knew that that was what I’d do when push came to shove. In this match, I’d love to win by taking you out specifically. Hey, maybe I can put that on my list of goals. You’ve already been put in your place by one Ground Zero member, why not double up?

I don't really know how much more I can say about Hans Olsen. You probably wanna kill me and that's fair, but I know how to beat you and I know that you're only coming into this match with a W because of me. As much as I respect you, I know that I'm better and the proof's there in black and white. You're an exceptional technician, but this is a six-pack challenge, it's an environment where people like me thrive. There's chaos all around and I just have to keep on laying down the hurt until somebody doesn't get back up. If you try too hard to take me out, that person might just be you, Hans. Don't make this any harder than it has to be, buddy.

What else am I looking at? Alex Scott? The kid who’s 0-2 after hyping himself up so much? Do us all a favour man and stay home for this one. You’re only gonna be a punching bag for everyone else. This might as well be a contest to see who can pin you first. You talked a big game and it didn’t work for ya. I don’t know if you’re capable of understanding this business yet, but losing right out of the gate is the best way to get nowhere real fast. The fact my climb up the card is even associated with your name makes me kinda nauseous. Every time I look at the keys after my win, I’ve gotta be reminded of the fact that you’re one of the guys I took out to get em. You think I like that? You think I want to think about you at any point of the damn day? I’d rather go back to Japan and gouge out that guy’s-
 
“Donny, you’re not legally allowed to talk about that.”
 
Oh yeah. Uh, I’d rather gouge out my eyes! Better?
 
“I mean, sorta.”
 
Works for me. Alex, you’re out of your element dude. Even if by some miracle, you managed to win, what the hell would you do with a title opportunity at your feet? I’m tryna picture you in a match with Scott Oasis and it’s making me laugh up a storm. You’d get snapped in half like a twig and never even show your face again. How’d you even get here without going through OWT? What security checkpoint did you sneak through to start being put in big matches? I might have to do a bit of digging, you even being here seems suspect.
 
Point is, everybody I’m sharing the ring with on Sunday – aside from the crazy dude – is somebody who I’ve beat. You’ve all met the wrath of Donny Dragon and fallen by the wayside. Now, all I have to do is beat one of you again to get what’s coming to me. That’s it, win one match that’s populated with goddamn losers and to the victor go the spoils. Can’t say I’m too worried, obviously, you’re all still obstacles that I have to get past…and it isn’t lost on me that you all probably want a bit of revenge on the guy who beat you all. Thing is, you can all come at me and the result will stay the same. Your arms and legs will be torn apart, and I’m gonna take them as trophies to commemorate my triumph. You ain’t gotta like it, you’ve just gotta accept it.
 
Donny nods, satisfied with his self-pep talk. He gets up off of his bunk and heads out.
Layne Kurobane
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 7th 2019, 2:55 pm by Layne Kurobane
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Fate! Karma! Divinity! Those who walk through life find their own individual ways towards a certain faith! It is what guides them through the woes of reality! In their darkest hours! When the abyss has swallowed them whole, it is what reaches out to bring them to light and towards salvation! Layne Kurobane has never catered to any one religion, just as he has never pledged loyalty to anyone or anything throughout his life! This stray dog led a life only believing in himself, and yet he finds himself today as a devout follower of something greater than himself! Something that pushes him to march onwards towards tomorrow, no matter what the odds! The biggest stage of them all awaits him, and yet he shows no fear! No failure or physical pain could stop him! He clings to this faith in a way he never thought possible!

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I’d like everyone to just stop what you’re doing right now.

No matter how important it may be to you, I need you to do me a favor, and just put a stop to what you’re doing, and instead I want you to simply clap. Give Kevin Maverick a big round of applause. Do it for at LEAST a few minutes or so, because in case none of you were paying attention or forgot to tune in to Kingdom, he toppled the OWA Champion and beat Scott Oasis. And yeah, while you could question how it came about and the details of it, the fact of the matter is that in the history books, it’ll still say that he won, and that calls for celebration, does it not? He certainly thought so when he looked me in the eyes with all that determination he had the week before to tell me that he wants another shot at the Cruiserweight Championship, but that’s willing to put that on the backburner to take me on for the Spartan Championship so he’ll have a stepping stone for down the road. Personally, I am just honored that I get the opportunity to see my Championship hang in the balance against a man who doesn’t have a care in the World for this Championship and what it means to go along with the biggest victory of his life.

Kevin, am I supposed to be impressed?

Is it supposed to boil my blood that you were able to beat the man that I couldn’t? Was I supposed to feel threatened at how good you are? What were you hoping for so I can play along and act accordingly? I just want you to be as comfortable as possible for when you walk into this match and realize there’s not gonna be some asshole at ringside with a vendetta against your opponent to ensure you walk out the winner. You’re taking so much pride in that win, but only because you’re still licking the wounds of the biggest loss of your career. Kevin, I can’t emphasize enough just how meaningless what you’ve ever done is to me. And I don’t just mean any victories you’ve accumulated either. All of your losses too. None of it makes a difference to me. I’ll study how you work and what you do in the ring, but the wins and the losses - those don’t translate to anything significant when it all comes down to it. I’ve barely lost since I came to this company, and I’ve beaten challenger after challenger in an effort to make certain I am THE Champion of this company, but you know what that did for me when the chips were down and I had an opportunity to prove it all beyond a shadow of a doubt?

I lost. Plain and simple, I lost.

All of those wins didn’t mean a Goddamn thing when it all came down to it, and all of the losses and agony my opponent endured up until that contest - those meant nothing either. All that matters is what goes down in the ring in the present. Your past doesn’t give you anything, Kevin. It never will. And if you want to live in your past and ride the high of the biggest win of your career, you go ahead and do that, because I PROMISE you… That’s where you’ll stay for a very long time. Long after you’ve allowed it to cost you this match and a chance to be the Spartan Champion. Long after it costs you every other opportunity down the road. Long after your career spirals down into a footnote in history because you believed that this was something that made you. You don’t know how wrong you are for everything you’ve done to go about this, Kevin. You just don’t have any idea, do you? Maybe some people are impressed by the way you spread your feathers and show off. Maybe you should have went to Tressler and demanded another shot at Alessandro after all, and he would have entertained the notion that all you’ve brought to the table has actual value. Maybe that’s where you belong when it all comes down to it, and not here in the ring with me, because if you step inside the ring at Divine Retribution believing in your heart of hearts that all you’ve done and all you are is enough to walk out with the Spartan Championship - a Championship that I have put EVERYTHING and more into - then you will feel a sense of loss that puts any Cruiserweight Championship defeat to shame! And maybe it’ll wise you up. But maybe it won’t. I’m not here to hold your hand, unfortunately. Sink or swim. Do whatever you want when this is all said and done, but what you won’t be doing is taking this Championship. You can cling to it for salvation because you so desperately want to prove to the World you are every bit as good as you say you are, but I fully believe I have a greater purpose. I can’t lose this. Now more than ever. It’s not just a refusal to give up this Championship, Kevin, it’s a need. It’s everything.

And that means nothing to you, I know that.

As delusional as you may be, you seem like you at LEAST didn’t intend to completely disrespect me with everything you’ve done so far. You at least SEEM like a decent person, and one that I’m sure people would be more than happy to see become the Spartan Champion. You are good - there’s no doubting that whatsoever. Don’t get any of this twisted. I respect you, Kevin, and I think you have a lot of potential. I think you’re incredible in the ring, and with or without whatever other factors that got involved, you deserved to capture that win on Kingdom. I just want you to know that I know you are every bit as good as you believe you are… But I want you to know just as well, you are not good enough. That’s a bitter pill to swallow, but it’s not a death sentence. A loss at Divine Retribution doesn’t mean anything more than it did when you lost your chance to become the first Cruiserweight Champion, and that’s exactly my point. The losses and the victories don’t mean anything, and they won’t keep you afloat in this ocean of predators. All you can do is do EVERYTHING in your power to keep getting better and shoot to kill the next opportunity you get. I’m not talking about a Championship shot. I’m talking about ANY shot. ANY opportunity that comes your way, you make the most of it and treat it like it means everything and then some. That’s my biggest issue with all of this, Kevin. You looked me in the eyes and expected me to feel something for your win over Scott. You wanted to impress people and get under my skin. But Kevin, do you wanna know why I’m the Champion and you’re the challenger? Do you wanna know why you’re settling for “less” and pursuing the Spartan Championship when you’d much rather be the reigning and defending Cruiserweight Champion right now? Do you wanna know why you feel so desperate to cement your status here? It’s because I treat EVERY single match that I have like you treated that match with Scott Oasis, and you simply don’t. And maybe that’s just something that I picked up along the way because of how I’ve been all my life up until I came to OWA, but that’s how it is. Every single match means everything to me. Any exhibition. Any Championship shot. Anything. But I don’t cling to those wins. I don’t cling to those losses. I linger on the past, because there’s no future if you can’t keep your head in the present.

So celebrate now. Give yourself a round of applause for what you’ve done to get here. Just don’t get your hopes up, because I promise you that you’ll once again be wondering how you weren’t able to get the job done. I’m not Scott Oasis, and this isn’t the OWA Championship, but I’m not a stepping stone, and this isn’t just some golden ticket to another Championship. I am the absolute best in the World no matter what status I have on any marquee is, and this Championship is the most valuable you will EVER come across. I’ll wash away any doubt you have about that come Divine Retribution. I don’t need you to care about who I’ve beaten or what I’ve done, Kevin. The only win of mine you need to give a damn about is the one that comes on Sunday.

Go for broke.

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Those who seek out something to believe in do it for many reasons! Perhaps it is a sense of belonging that they desire! Perhaps it is all they’ve ever known! But there are those who look for redemption! Those that want to emphatically fight back against the current of their lives that has washed them away into a sea of hopelessness! It is the hope of this retribution that keeps their heads afloat, even in the most dangerous of waters! Even while the sharks below hope to devour them! It protects them! It becomes their shield! Their sword! Their everything! Layne Kurobane pursues his own salvation! His own retribution! It stares him in the face, and he does not fear it! He does not allow it to consume him! He takes what his rightfully his!!!


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Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 4th 2019, 10:00 pm by Guest
(Camera show Moongoose in a dark hazy room with a single light shining over head. He shakes his glass of scotch, swirling the ice as he takes a sip before placing it on the table before him and looking towards the camera.)

I got 99 problems, but Layne Kurobane ain’t one of them. The last time I fought for a world championship was almost three-fourth of a decade ago, and you’re probably wondering, why now? After all, the way I got Scott Oasis to accept this match was simply forcing his hand into it. I knew if I kept poking, he’ll eventually have enough and give up just about anything and everything to get his hands on me. After all, if there is something about being a “world champion,” there is no such thing as a humble or modest one. After all, every world champion has an ego; it’s warranted. You just say the right words and next thing you know, you have a title shot. Wouldn’t you say that is more or less exactly what Kevin did to you?
 
I mean, the man got under your skin by simply saying, “The Spartan Championship isn’t worth it to me.” And already, he got you. And he got you good. And in a way, I got you too in the most subtle way possible. By having absolutely no interest in facing you for THAT title. Why not, you ask? The Spartan Title can mean more opportunities down the line?! The Spartan title can mean a spot on every show? The Spartan title can get you recognized for your hard work!!  But yet look at you. Talking about how the spot you are at simply isn’t enough. After all, the mid-tier championship are nothing more but purgatory, and in your currently situation, Layne, I’d assume you are questioning your place. I mean, did the Spartan Championship help Scotty Adams or Monolith get that world title? No. Granted, I’ve give credit where credit is due and admit you came the closest, but how unfortunate for you to lose to a man who essentially got that match with you almost as if the guy in charge picked a name out of a hat, and that is the man that is your world champion. Ah yes, Scott Oasis. My opponent for Divine Retribution.
 
But doesn’t that annoy you more? I mean, it was YOUR road to stardom. It was your opportunity to move up, but of course shit happened and next thing you know, you are facing a man that I have been toying with for the past few weeks, losing at every  game I’ve put him through, …. And you lost. I’d like to think you would agree with me on this, yet, “I’m the problem.” You sure? You sure it’s not everything else around here? You sure the problem isn’t the fact that the Spartan Title doesn’t get the recognition it “deserves?” You sure the problem isn’t the fact that you, a mid-card champion got pushed too quickly into the main event scene? Or maybe the problem is just you, Layne.
 
I mean, it’s quite unfair to say guys like Kevin and I are the problem, when I’m convinced titles like the Spartan Title are a big ole waste of time and not worth it. But you know the old saying, It’s not about the title, it’s about the man holding the title. And quite frankly, Layne, I think you are too good for it. I think you are above the level of what the Spartan Championship is meant to represent, and you are a fool to think just because you have it, people will line up to face you for it. There are people like me who are smart enough to know they are better than that. Hell, I say this with absolute certainty. I am better than the OWA World Championship. And like I said. It’s not about the title. It’s about the man holding it, and while I don’t agree with Kevin’s notion that the cruiserweight title means anything.
 
How can I be the problem if I have never been given a proper opportunity to be the solution? You won the Spartan Championship and you honestly thought it was all uphill from there, but it isn’t. It’s a place holder because not everyone can fight for the bigger prize, but even then, the championship has always been nothing more than a reminder of how good I was, and what has that done for me? As I said, the last time, I fought for a world championship was 2012. I defended that title, and was never given another opportunity despite being a great champion. Back then, I was just like you and everyone else, hoping to hold it as long as possible, giving the best performance I could and proving why I was the top guy of the business. But afterwards, I truly believed in the kindness of my heart that others should have the opportunity to do the same. I’ve chosen to decline opportunities. I have not asked for a world title shot since, 3 weeks ago. And it’s not because I want to be the OWA World Champion.
 
No, I said it already. I want to main event at Final Destination, and I said I would get there by any means necessary, and how can you blame me for Oasis making it so easy for me to come this close to getting just that? And look at you, Layne. You had that shot but a month ago, and you dropped it. And now, that Spartan Championship has done nothing but hold you back, after all, Layne, you are now officially nowhere near that main event spot at Final Destination, and this, Layne, is why I, Kevin, and most people don’t want to face you. Beating you adds nothing to what my true intentions are, and that is to take something so precious from a man that I loathe. That’s right, I didn’t just want to simply step aside and let people seize their moment, and continue to do what I do to prove that I can take it away. And Layne, I hope you know that when I don’t want to face you for that Spartan Championship, I don’t do it because I’m afraid I can’t beat you. I don’t do it because I feel you deserve to hold on to it longer. I do it to condemn you in your current place. On paper, it makes sense for me to face you for the title, but the sad truth is, it makes more sense for me to gun after Scott Oasis, because he is a prime example of what I think the problem with OWA is.
 
See, you and I aren’t that different. We see a problem, we want to confront it. Yet I can’t help but feel like Scott Oasis has rattled you. He has shaken your core, your faith. Heck, I bet that smoothie doesn’t taste as good as it use too. Oh how sad that the honeymoon phase of being that Spartan Champion is almost over, before you realize you’re just stuck with it. Believe me, I’ve been there. Done that. You just get… bored, desperate for any kind of attention or competition. You want…. The fire.
 
But the thing about fire is, you and I don’t quite see it the same way. You constantly believe fire to be a threat. Something only capable of destruction, but is it not fire that illuminates the darkness? Is it not fire that brings warmth to the cold? Is it not fire that adds to the meals we consume and play’s devils advocate to the spices of life? Granted, you aren’t wrong. Fire burns and destroys, but some of us, like the fire. Some of us love the chaos and destruction. Some of us have to use it as a weapon, after all, Layne, isn’t that what we both want? To be able to bring out the best out of our opponents by lighting the flames. But alas, I look at you, and I don’t feel the heat. You don’t radiate as much as you use to. Perhaps a month ago or so, I would had enjoyed the idea of facing you, not for that worthless title, but just a match in general. But it would appear that you … bring nothing out of me, and for that, I don’t apologize for not being as eager to face you. If anything, you should apologize to me. It’s not me, it’s you. You simply don’t ignite me.
 
Throughout my career, I have set aside to let guys like you prove their worth, when I’ve always had the ability to say the right things and get to the right places. But you know, the old me just wanted to have fun, and do my own thing without having to bare the responsibility of being THE top star at all. I got through the later years of my career bringing laughter and cheers to my fans, but what can I say? Resentment can cause anyone to snap, and Layne, you have only just begun to understand that. I’ve been burdened by it for almost a decade and now is the proper time for me to unleash it upon the world.  Just be lucky that the Spartan Championship is so far off from my radar, I’m not taking it out on you. You saw what I’ve done to Scott Oasis. I have barely begun to scratch the surface of what I can do to him.
 
You want that challenge? Fine. When I’m the OWA Champion, challenge me. Do it like that punk Kevin did to you. But you don’t need to say anything else. You don’t need to try to provoke me like I did Scott Oasis. After Divine Retribution, just ask, Put that headband on, take a big gulp of that smoothies, and muster up the words, “can I have a shot at your title?” And there won’t be a “I’ll think about it.” It will be a “Yes” because in the end, I don’t give a crap what is your reasoning to face me. It could be about me, it could be about the title. It could be about the god damn main event at Final Destination. I will accept, simply because I enjoy being responsible for guys like you go up in flames. I enjoy being that person that makes you doubt and question your abilities. I enjoy making the lives of other a living hell, and Layne, you’re about to get a small taste of just that this Tuesday. The only question is, can you handle the heat? Will you step up and challenge me properly? Or are you just going to choose to stay comfortable where you, just waiting for the next challenger to come along. How pathetic? I don’t follow guys like you. I lead and I’m doing just that. I won’t be the problem of OWA. I will be the solution. I will get rid of Scott Oasis and I will be the one to dictate the direction that this company moves towards. Not you. Not Scott. ME!
At Divine Retribution, I will burn Kingdom down, rid it of all it’s sin and from the ashes, I will rise and bring it to salvation.  I’m not the Moongoose McQueen you’ve faced before. Now, I come baring glorious  purpose, and the sad reality of it all, Layne. Nowhere does it involve you. You are simply not that important and you have no place in my agenda. Sure, you can try to insert yourself in there, but don’t be stupid. Enjoy what you have just a little be longer. It doesn’t last, and with a snap of a finger, I can make it all go away just….. like….. that…..*snap*
 
(Members of Shin-SEKAI in their masks rises from the shadow behind him, as Moongoose sits back and drinks)
Ground Zero
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 4th 2019, 7:55 pm by Ground Zero
Donny Dragon: Ow, My Leg!


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Donny gingerly limps back through the curtain after last week’s Kingdom, a loopy James Anderson stumbling through with him, he instantly locks eyes with Vernon Tressler.
 
This is how you run you show, Vern?! You let that crazy bitch try and cripple me?! Try and bash James’s skull in?!
 
“I…”
 
I don’t wanna hear it! You need to figure out your shit, man! This is ridiculous!
 
Flash forward four days. Donny is at the Fight Firm Muay Thai Boxing Gym in Philadelphia. He’s practising his leg kicks against the heavy bag as his trainer watches on.
 
“Rough week, huh?”
 
You could say that.
 
Donny throws a stiff kick with his bad leg and winces.
 
“You’re pushing yourself too far, man. Why don’t we just do some stretches and call it a session?”
 
Oh no, I’m not walking into my next match with a bad leg again. This thing’s gotta be at 100%, otherwise, I’ll be a standing duck.
 
“Sitting.”
 
It was a joke! But I could use a 15-minute break, I might as well have pillows for feet with how soft my kicks are at the moment.
 
“Good hustle, Donny, go get hydrated and we’ll meet back here.”
 
Donny limps into the locker room, though not as severely as you’d expect, grabs a water bottle from his gym bag and takes a seat.
 
I suppose I got what I deserved, to a certain extent. I’m not here to play by anybody’s rulebook but my own. I like to hurt people and it bit me in the ass. I mean, I won, but it almost cost me my career. And now I’m booked yet again for Kingdom, because I apparently don’t get a rest period. It’s fine, it’s cool, we’re cool. We’re allllll cool. Cool as a goddamn cucumber.
 
“Donny, you need to breathe and take it slow. You’re pushing yourself to your limits.”
 
You do your job and I’ll do mine. I’ve got a lot to deal with right now and not a lot of time to prepare for it. If I don’t focus on my striking every day, I’m gonna get picked apart this week. Still, I’m happy to have Hans on my side this time, he’s not the kind of guy you want coming atcha.
 
Donny takes a swig of water and looks directly into the camera.
 
Hans, I don’t know if you trust me, I don’t know if you’ll ever trust me again. But I promise you, that attack from James last week had nothing to do with me. And you’re right, you’re both my friends. I’ve got love for both of you and I mean that. But you have to appreciate the fact that this is a complex situation for me to be in. I don’t wanna have to choose between my friends, and I also don’t wanna see any of them get hurt, understand? James Anderson’s a dangerous guy when he wants to be, and I know that you haven’t got any quit. If it comes to blows between you both, I don’t see anyone walking away from that as a victor, only as a survivor. You fought like Hell last week and damn near rendered me a cripple. The record books say I won but I’d love for us to go at it one more time for that decisive ending. Way I see it, we’ve got unfinished business, friend. I felt the wrath of an Olympian wrestler and it was a real wake-up call that my ground game can be improved. I’ve never been worked over like that in my life and I’m thankful for the lesson that you taught me. That’s why I KNOW that we’re gonna make short work of the punks we’re facing on Tuesday.
 
Let’s start with ollllld man Jeff. You’ve got a lot to say, ain’t ya? Not a whole lot to show for it, though. You’re tryna forge a path to Final Destination, string those big wins together and hope that somebody notices ya? I’ve had more big wins in this company in three weeks than you’ve had since you got here. And that ain’t a hollow boast, Jeffy boy, that’s a stone-cold fact. You can talk and talk and talk ad nauseum about your “expertise” when it comes to Nate and how he operates, but you don’t know a damn thing. I always knew that Nate was planning to take down Kenny, he tells me everything. I was always a part of his plans and he’s not gonna throw that away, he has no reason to. You look at Nate Cage and you see a snake in the grass, because you’re bitter that you’ve never been able to get one over on him. It’s the same story with me, Jeff. I’ve seen your work and I’ve been more impressed by Make-A-Wish kids getting to meet their favourite wrestler than I have been with you.
 
“Donny, that was…a little dark.”
 
Oh? I’m trying out some edgier material. It’s kind of a bit.
 
“…okay.”
 
Anyway, Jeff, just keep killing more of those brain cells to forget your failures, it’s your greatest skill for sure. While you’re busy fantasising about taking out Nate and becoming the greatest underdog this company’s ever seen, I’m gonna keep my attention on winning matches and not pissing my pants after my 15th beer. I cannot WAIT to see the look in your eyes when it sets in that all your tough man bravado doesn’t mean much, when you’re mixing it up with two of the best pure technicians the OWA’s ever had. Hans hasn’t been able to win anything, but you know something? I think I’m the key. Yeah, that sounds good. Hans just needs a push in the right direction, and I’m the guy who can give it him. So try me, Jeff. This isn’t Clash of the Titans, you can’t throw me over the top rope and be rid of me like last time, I’ll just come back like your urge to pick up another bottle and keep on swinging, holmes.
 
Anyway, I’ve gotta get back to training and…
 
“What about the other one?”
 
Huh? The other one?
 
“The new kid.”
 
Umm, I’m drawing a blank here.
 
“His name’s Adam Skillet or something?”
 
…OH! Alex! Alex Scott! Yeah! I like him! Great technique, flawless performer. Truly one of the best in the world.
 
“Really?”
 
Yeah! He’s a little arrogant but…oh wait. Nope, sorry, I was thinking of somebody else. I’m pretty sure that 12 year-old who I saw training in the junior class earlier has the same name. Remind me who we’re talking about?
 
“The one who sat under the Rocky statue.”
 
Oh him! Haha, yeah, ol’ Ally. He’s a bit of a character, ain’t he? Comes to Philly, compares himself to Rocky and uses that underdog story as an allegory for himself. A real unique gem, that guy. Really great at just painting a picture and telling a story that’s never been told before.
 
“You’re being sarcastic, aren’t you?”
 
What gave it away?
 
“Just a hunch.”
 
Listen up, Alex, I’m not feeling kind today. Probably because my best friend’s crazy sister tried to put me in a wheelchair recently. I don’t care about what sort of Rocky story you’ve got laid out for the future. I don’t care that you had a good match with Moony. I don’t care that you’re so forgettable that I mixed you up with a preteen. What I do care about is kicking your ass and making you understand just how wildly off base you are. You’re about to swim with sharks, kid, and nothing you’ve said fills me with much confidence. According to you, my star’s faded and yours is on the rise? Might wanna back up a bit buddy, I won my last three matches and forced one of the most feared OWA wrestlers ever to tap out in my SECOND MATCH. What’s your claim to fame? Losing to a goddamn meme in your debut? Real nice, Ally, real nice.
 
You actually have the goddamn nerve to talk outta line when you’re staring at an Olympic gold medallist and the Limb Collector? Who the hell are you? What have you done? What in the name of all that is holy are your credentials? People call me an annoying new kid but Jesus, at least I’ve got the big-time victories to back it up. You’ve got a zero and one record, a boring name, a boring face, a weird crotch bulge that makes me very uncomfortable, and you use overdone movie references. Did we just take Scotty Adams, remove all the talent and uniqueness, then de-age him so he looks like a Disney Channel actor? Because that’s what it feels like right now. You’re about to share the ring with a man who slays giants, taps out legends, and out-grappled an Olympic gold medallist. You’re about to have alllllll that shit you talked shoved back into your mouth, and I hope you learn to like the taste of it, because it’s all you’re getting served on Tuesday. Don’t worry, I’ll mail your arms back to your parents after I’ve ripped them off, I’m a considerate fighter, after all.
 
Donny swigs his water again and heads back out.
 
Time to hit the bags again, maybe I’ll try to picture them as Alex Scott. Actually, no, I can’t fall asleep at training again.
Kevin Maverick
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 4th 2019, 5:06 pm by Kevin Maverick
(Kevin Maverick is seen walking down the street via camera phone. It appears that someone else is filming instead of Kevin himself.)

Camera Guy: So, word on the street is that you issued a challenge to Layne Kurobane. Has your aspirations for the Cruiserweight Championship dwindled? 

Kevin Maverick: Not in the least, fam. The back office is moving slow in giving me what I want, so I’m taking a little detour. Kurobane wants a challenge? I’ll give him one. The first act of our show is me beating the man he couldn’t - Scott Oasis.

Camera Guy: The OWA World Champion?

Kevin Maverick: The one and the same. I may have lost to Aria Jaxon last week, but I took her to the limit. I’m sure we’ll meet again, and when that time comes, I’ll be ready. As for Oasis? The almighty gatekeeper of pro wrestling? It’ll be another day at the office. The Iceman has fought his fair share of people, but I’ve fought and defeated heavyweights before. He’s never fought anyone like me. 

Camera Guy: Maybe you don’t know but Scott Oasis was a main eventer on SSW and -

Kevin Maverick: You mean the houses that Jacob Senn built? Like maybe it’s just me, but it seems like everywhere Scott Oasis goes, Jacob Senn is the man. Maybe I got signed to the wrong brand. Maybe I need to be fighting someone worthy of my time. 

Camera Guy: You think Scott Oasis is some kind of fluke?

Kevin Maverick: What I’m saying is that Oasis has coasted on the coattails of more talented men and women, and he’s going to get exposed tomorrow night.

Camera Guy: Don’t you think you’re being a bit rough on him?

Kevin Maverick: Nah, He doesn’t do any suspect for a month and people think he changed!? This is a guy who spent time overseas terrorizing my homies! That cac thinks he’s a man of the people now that he’s a champion? Winning a title in match he didn’t even earn!? Nah, fam. Tomorrow night I’m going to march in there and out perform Scott Oasis on every level! I’m going to take advantage of his weaknesses and play this fool like a fiddle. He may have the people fooled, but I can see right through it. He thinks just because he’s married to a black beauty queen and donates to his local Boys and Girls club he’s absolved of all his sin!? That doesn’t happen where I come from. That ain’t Harlem, fam. The devil’s about to get his due and it’s going to come in the form of a kick to the face. 

Camera Guy: I never seen you this intense outside the ring.

Kevin Maverick: Really? Well you’re about to see a side of me you’re not used to then. I’ve come to notice that OWA is filled with men and women trying to return to their glory days. You have a roster full of new, talented people but yet the old guard still wants their heyday. Scott Oasis is a perfect example of that. It’s going to take some time, but The Greatest Showman will be rewriting the story arc. No longer will Omega Wrestling Alliance star the Scotts, Fioras, Senns, and Nas’s of the world. There will be no catapulting the careers of legacy babies like Allesandro Devione. Weekend nights will belong to up and comers, the new blood of this business. To paraphrase Tupac, “the earth will open up and swallow the wealthy whole.” Or in this case, the “elite” of OWA. Alphas and Goddesses are just trade offs for elitists and vixens. One reason why I was only there as enhancement talent. Now, the same old story is being told here. Well, the next act is about to get interesting Camera Guy.

Camera Guy: I have a name-

Kevin Maverick: Of course you do, Camera Guy. Everyone has a name. But what most people don’t have is the will to take it to the next level. Layne Kurobane has that - which is a shock to me as why he didn’t win at Clash of the Titans. Maybe he bought into the hype and got nervous. Well Layne, I’m about to show you what happens when you remove all doubt from your mind. I’m going to teach you what it means to become a competent performer. I’m going to teach you how to slay the beast. I’m going to teach you what it means to own the ring.

(Kevin takes off his shades)

Kevin Maverick: I’m going to teach you what it means to be Kevin Maverick.

(Kevin walks away from Camera Guy and continues down the street.)
Layne Kurobane
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Post March 4th 2019, 12:33 pm by Layne Kurobane
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The glimmer of gold! The attention of fame! The strength of power! Man naturally desires it all and more! Those who set out on a path to become a humble storybook hero find themselves tempted by all of these! It whispers to them all of the things that they never knew they wanted until that very moment in time! Their heroic stories could become legends passed down through generations! Their names written upon walls that will never collapse! This fate comforts them! It guides them! Their once pure dreams injected with greed as it makes them look up and witness what they now want more than life itself! Immortality!

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So there I was.

Minding my own business.

Enjoying a smoothie.

And maybe I’m to blame for it all, because all of the things I’ve been about this entire time - how dedicated I’ve been to constantly taking on all comers and showing to everyone that I am THE Champion of Kingdom and OWA - for one fleeting moment, I let all of that go. Kingdom was going on, and yet I decided for once in my life to just relax. Why? Well, why not? I’ve put my body through Hell for months on end. At least, that’s what I told myself. Resting my body sounds like an ideal thing to do, and yet there’s always this voice in the back of my mind telling me that I’m wasting time. That I should be in the middle of that ring, taking on the next challenger. In all honesty, I really just stopped thinking entirely and figured it wouldn’t amount to anything. I’ve defended this Spartan Championship against anyone who was willing to step up to the challenge, and I’ve beat them all, one after another. Can anyone else say they’ve got through that many? Does anyone else want to prove THAT badly that the Championship around their waist isn’t just a piece of gold? Whatever the case, this entire warpath I’ve been on took a rest, if only for a moment.

And yet, without a challenger to seek out, one found me.

But not MY challenger… Not mine. No, instead a man named Kevin Maverick looked me in the eyes and with conviction, he told me that he’s not interested in the Spartan Championship, but if he beats me… He might get another shot at the Cruiserweight Championship. So yeah, I think I am to blame. I think I’m to blame for a lot of things, if I’m being honest. I think I’m to blame for not just getting up and slapping the taste out of his Goddamn mouth for disrespecting me, and disrespecting the Spartan Championship. If Kevin has any true intention of standing in the ring with me, I’ll make him eat those words in spades, but it’s not JUST about Kevin when it all comes down to it. That’s the ironic thing - because as unimportant as me and this Spartan Championship are to HIM, he’s just as unimportant to the actual problem that I quickly realized is going on. A problem that a man named Moongoose McQueen happens to contribute to as well.

Believe it or not, there’s a fire going on. And fire’s don’t really get a lot of attention for being destructive forces of nature if you don’t live somewhere that they constantly cause so much damage. Most of the time, they’re just tiny little footnotes that leave the minds of anyone who has to deal with them and put them out. A fire left unattended can destroy everything you hold dear and more. A fire left unattended can take lives before you even realize it’s a true problem. A fire can take away absolutely EVERYTHING. And the moment I looked into the eyes of Kevin Maverick - I saw a fire. Not just some fire he had that makes him such a great competitor. I saw a fire that both he and you have done nothing but add fuel to, Moongoose. For those who don’t bother to really think about it, there’s a pecking order among Championship gold in virtually every company that’s ever lived. People see what they want to see, but let’s be completely honest here… People look at whatever the company considers as the “World Championship”. THE Championship. For this reason or that reason, they refuse to pay attention to the other Championships and see them as nothing short of stepping stones. Kevin looked me in the eyes and told me that this Championship that I’ve dedicated months and months to, defending it against so many - that it’s nothing more than just a stepping stone for him to compete for the Cruiserweight Championship. And Moongoose? We know why you’re here, Moongoose. We know what you’re after. More importantly, we know what you’re NOT after, because not once in all the time that I’ve held this Championship have you ever come knocking on my door.

And yet, here you are.

Not as a challenger, of course. And I’m not here as a Champion either, am I? This is what I’ve been told is an “exhibition”. No true meaning to it, supposedly. I mean, we both know that’s just a lie, right? We both know why this match was made when it all comes down to it. This match between you and I exists solely for the purpose of being your glorified trial by fire. Hey, I get it. Guess how many times I’ve defended this Spartan Championship in Pay-Per-View, Moongoose. That’s right, zero. Guess how many times the World has been watching, solely focused on what I was doing to keep this Championship around my waist. That’s right, ZERO. And while I love standing in the middle of the OWA Arena ring and putting on matches these people can be proud of… Something does eat away at me. Something just like the look in the eyes of people like you who stand there, looking past me. Like I’m nobody to you. Like I’m just a pit stop for you before the real challenge that waits for you in a World Championship match. Scott Oasis isn’t your problem this week, Moongoose. It’s me. And if you want to glue your eyes to him, you won’t be doing anything at my expense. Do you understand what I’m saying? You won’t be making an example out of me and showing how worthy you are to be the World Champion if you make this about YOU and YOUR World Title shot. I’ll exploit that the moment you step in the ring and expose you for the fraud you really are, and show this World not that you were ready for the so-called crown jewel that is the World Championship… But that you weren’t even prepared for the Spartan Championship.

And I want it to eat away at you as much as this eats away at me, Moongoose. I really do. I want the World to know that I’m not here to just entertain people like you on your way to “main event status”. The road to that stardom you so desperately crave goes through me, not through Scott Oasis. Don’t think about Oasis come Kingdom, Moongoose. Think about me. Think about Layne Kurobane. Think about the Spartan Championship you believe you don’t want. Think about how you’ve never beaten me before. Think about how you couldn’t beat me again. Think about how unprepared you are for a Champion that holds gold that you don’t desire the most. For guys like you and Kevin, this is all about what you have to do to get to the supposed “top of the food chain”. I was like that too at one point, but I found a way. A better way. I don’t need a World Championship to be the best Champion in this company. All I need to do is beat people like you. And I have. And I will. Because while you hope Oasis is watching you beat me, I know the World is watching me beat you. This fire isn’t going to grow any larger, no matter what people like you do.

In fact, I’m gonna to snuff it out once and for all on Kingdom.

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Immortality does not come at a simple price! And yet, so many lost souls believe that there is only one path to it! One that they must climb over the bodies of all others to get to! One that they believe they must exploit all other accolades to make come to fruition! And yet the moment they make it to their salvation, their gold no longer shines as brightly as it once did before! It crumbles in their hands! It is nothing more than fools gold! The lifeforce of it sucked away by their selfish desires to simply sit upon the top of this mountain! To conquer everything in their way! They’ve allowed their avarice to drain them and their greatest achievement until they were both dry - nothing just another pair of victims to add to the collection of bodies upon this mountain! It claims them as their tainted dreams claimed them! Layne Kurobane has planted his flag into where he stands upon this mountain, and he has made it into his own peak! His own pinnacle! And he will rule it! Defend it! Fight for it!!


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Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 4th 2019, 11:08 am by AlexScott
(The scene opens up and were outside in the somewhat sunny day, as we fade in we start to see stone steps. We zoom out and we are at the Philadelphia Museum of Art or famously known as The Rocky Steps, with the statue of Rocky from Sylvester Stallone movies Rocky. As we look around we notice newest member of the OWA roster, Alex Scott sitting down beneath the statue. Alex who is in some camouflage jeans, and a black foodie with black boots.)

"It's kinda ironic isn't it. I mean my first official trip in my career it has to come here in Philadelphia. The statue above me signals of an underdog story. Where one man can fight for what he believes in. Me and Rocky have that in common. We both fight for what we believe in. I started my fight in OWA last week when I made my debut against Moongoose McQueen. I laced up my boots and faced off with a veteran like Moongoose and I took him to the limit. People were shocked and people made predication's about me. Those predictions were "He's going to have a bright future" sort of predication's. And to you all that said that, yes I am. And I'm glad most of you see it."


(Alex pauses and allows bypasses past)


"I'm glad most of you all saw it and used your voices. I fight for you and I fight for me. This week the fight continues. I team up with another veteran of OWA and that's Jeff-X. Jeff-X has been around and affiliated with OWA since 2000's. That's a long time. And I'm thrilled to be tagging with him. As much as I respect Jeff-X I can say were not the socialising outside the ring."


(Alex smiles)


"But allow me to focus on our opponents this week and that is Hans Olson and Donny Dragon. First we have is Hans Olson. And if you didn't know the name then you're a fool. Because I know who Hans Olson is. And he is a gold medal winner. He wrestled for the USA in the Olympics and won a gold medal. That's impressive and should be respected. I do respect Hans Olson. But one thing I have that Hans Olson doesn't is youth. I am younger and I am hungrier than Hans Olson. With all respect Hans I see that you signed for OWA for one last big payday. Something you can collect that check and ride off into the sunset. That's what I see. I don't see that your putting the Kingdom brand on your back and help to build it. That's what I plan on doing. I plan on being here for the foreseeable. I plan on being the face of the kingdom brand for the next twenty years. While you'll be in some nursing home somewhere telling old stories of your glory days."


(Alex smiles into the camera)


"And that may sound arrogant and disrespectful and all but honesty it's the truth. I mean I already have a game-plan against you Hans Olson and that is I'm gonna' target you're neck. That long-time injured neck. You'll be lucky to not be in a wheelchair after the match."


(Alex again let's tourist pass by)




"Next we have is Donny Dragon. Donny however is a different situation. Donny only has a year in the business before me and has made a name for himself. He has been around some promotions and some have failed for him and some has. OWA is another one that will fail for him. Since I arrived. Since I arrived Donny you're spotlight vanished and my spotlight was turned on. Everyone now is looking at me even with the story of your dragon. But honestly Donny you're just a man. A man I can out-wrestle and out-perform each and every week. So Donny come at me bro, I want you too. But know that you'll always be in the back while I have the spotlight."


(Alex pauses)


"I know I'm the new kid in town and I'm gonna tell everyone this. I'm not here to make friends. I'll team with anyone to win. I'm here to win and I will win this week with Jeff-X. See you boys soon."


(Scene ends)
DampshawIIIఒ
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 3rd 2019, 8:28 pm by DampshawIIIఒ
I know what you all expect. I can already hear your sickly putrescent jokes. You want me to kvetch and moan saying the only reason I lost to Adelmar Sauer last week was because Jeff X screwed me. That there were extraneous affairs surrounding that altered my ability to perform at the level I am known for and that the officiating got in my way of a victory. But I'm not going to do that. I refuse to fall into traps set before me. Jeff X didn't screw me. If anything, Jeff X screwed himself. He was put in a position of power far too important for his little, impotent mind could handle and what did he do? He made a mockery of it. The gravity of the situation got too much for him and he needed to go outside to call for an alcoholic beverage like his fat mother did so many times while she was in labour with him.


But no, I won't stand here and act like Sauer's victory over me was because of other things or that I wasn't ready or anything like that. I said to him last week that he needed to tap into that killer instinct to go along with his size and power if he stood a chance against me let alone here in the OWA. For all of my dismissiveness to my opponents, I can not be called someone who naively ignores their strengths. I am always one step ahead scouting and studying everything that makes them tick. Last week, regardless of Jeff X's monkeyshines and ridiculousness, Sauer was one step ahead of me. For one reason. He listened to me. I know he sat down, closed his eyes, maybe he even said a little prayer and then....he saw Us. Like a beacon of shining light from the heavens, he saw Us. He heard Our words and that gave him the drive and courage to overcome the odds. 


"Picture of purity
Deific reign
Ordained unto me
Prehistoric god
Theophany
I shall not move"


Adelmar, you have been bestowed something not many others have had the fortune of being granted, and that is my respect. While I'm still feeling the effects of those awful chops, I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel absolutely alive after each chop. That is what I have always been here for! Violence at it's purest form! I am always seeking out that next battle. I don't want to merely wrestle another man. I've proven I can do that in my sleep. I want to feel the rush of untainted, unadulterated combat! Another week another fight but this time, I find myself standing face to face with a man who I fought in my OWA debut last year. I came out on the losing end and it was definitely not the way I wanted to start off my career here. After that match, we took different paths. You fought for the World Championship, I fought for the Spartan Championship. put more here after more info. But we just can't seem to be done with each other, can we? It appears like the Ouroboros, we are linked. Our fates our intertwined. While it appears The Mighty Snake eats itself, their must be one side that emerges satiated. So who will it be? You or I? While it's only been 4 months since my loss to you in October, that seems like an eon ago. I know it's cliched to say "I've changed so much since our last match" but it is absolutely true. In October you faced a mere man. Look at the shining beacon of purity and transcendence that stands before you today!


But let's look at the facts. As of right now, I stand here without a match of the Kingdom exclusive Divine Retribution PPV and you do. You're fighting none other than the winner of the Men's Clash of Titans match, Aria Jaxon. Now regardless of the fact that I am still the rightful winner of that match as I was never eliminated and regardless of the fact that a woman should never under any circumstances be involved in a men's contest...it doesn't say that in the win/loss records. I don't make the rules. If you beat Aria, you may take her place in the main event at Final Destination. I'm sure you're very proud of yourself. You call yourself "Sovereign" when you are in Vernon Tressler's pocket. You bend a knee and bow to him and you dare call yourself a king? No king would fall to such lows. Even the most evil of kings would be a pawn in someone else's game. You are no king. You are a puppet. I've paid off referees to win matches, I've hired people to attack my opponents before I wrestled them, I've even attacked their friends and family, but even I have my limits. That tells me you're afraid. That tells me you're clutching at straws for relevancy. Because if you beat Ms. Jaxon at Divine Retribution, then there'd be no reason for you not to be the one facing the World Champion at Final Destination. Then you can get your revenge or whatever petty thing you're still holding on to. But what if you lose? Well...then you'll be back to where you are now. The man who couldn't beat the man who ran away.


But then...what do I know? I'm just the man you beat back in October right? This is just a tune up match to get ready for Ms. Jaxon, is it not? That's what you think. You think you're facing a mortal man because that's what stood before you on that crisp, autumn night. But now....hahahahahaha


"I'll be watching them
I am everywhere
Floating on the wind
Hiding in the dark
Pure omniscience
Traitors will quake
At the thought of me
Hang them on a hook
Put them on display
Examples must be made
Here's a test
I am Lord, fear my wrath
This is a test
I am Lord, I am death"
Jessie B.
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 3rd 2019, 8:49 am by Jessie B.
I’m not going to lie, I was very upset for what happened last week. Not because I lost a match again but for what happened after the match over. Yes sure, I wanted to win, but Donny Dragon is a good wrestler, but most importantly, a good friend. Nothing to be ashamed of. It is what it is.

But let’s address the thing that really pissed me off. I didn’t see it coming that James Anderson: another friend of Donny would attacked me after my match with Donny was over. I had no idea it would happened actually and it really pissed me off. If I see him sticking his nose into my match again, I’ll break his frickin ankle. No lies, no jokes. This is just me making a statement. You have to take this into an account that this my first and last warning for you, James.

Now, I’m going to answer the question that people have been asking me lately: “Can I trust Donny as my Tag partner?”. First thing first, I’ll always consider Donny as a friend unless he does something funny to me in later dates or even this week but I do have a faith in him that he’d never turn his back on me. I do wish though, he tried his hardest to stop James but I guess he didn’t have much of a choise. He considers both me and James as his friends and it is what it is. I do think Donny and I will have an awkward situation as partners this week and man, this could cost us a victory. But keep in mind, I’m going to try my hardest to score a victory. It’s just I’m not sure if I will do this as Donny’s Tag Partner or as a lone-wolf. I don’t know, this depends on Donny’s address later on because we haven’t heard anything from him yet. I do think that he has a lot on his minds regarding of this and what Natalie Cage did, hence why he hasn’t said anything yet. I understand. I have no problem with it because I still consider Donny as a friend. Speaking of Natalie, I have to give her a credit for saving me, so thank you Natalie for saving me.

So there you go, Jeff X, you have my answer. You do have a point when you pointed out a few things that happened between friends, families, and spouses. It’s just unfortunate that those things happened between them all and I got to admit, Donny and I might have a similar situation, depends on what will happen this week, but I can guaranteed, I will never lay a punch to Donny unless he does it to me first. I appreciate it though that you gave me a warning, Jeff, and I personally have no problem with you and Alex Scott at all because I do respect you both as wrestlers.

But that’s the key word “Wrestlers”. I mean, I got no problems with you both as persons myself either and you both do your things with your personal lifes, but in a ring? I always want to bring my all to my opponents, not because I hate them, but it’s just because everybody hates losing. Now, Jeff, I have to say thank you for watching me in Olympic. You are actually the first one who mentioned this to me actually. I mean, all my opponents did acknowledge me as an Olympic Gold Medalist, but you are the first one who actually said that you watched how I performed in Olympic Games.

And yes, you reminded me that I hate myself for being a frickin loser I am in Professional Wrestling but I’m not a quiter. I don’t give up and I don’t stop. If I want to chase something, then I always make sure to get it. I believe I’ll score a victory eventually or even winning a championship here. Please understand this Jeff and Alex, I just can’t stop. My name is already a part of Professional Wrestling History and I don’t want to be known as a loser in this sport. I love competition after all and I have experienced it myself that Amateur and Pro Wrestling are so different. I’m still trying to find my voices but I do think I'm capable to compete in this sport. I only competed in a few matches so far here with zero winning but I got Match of The Weeks awards twice. That’s a prove that I’m capable to produce 5 star classic matches that people will remember in latter dates. It’s just I have to admit, I have to win sooner rather than later.

I do think this week won’t be easy to score a victory though. Apart my situation with Donny, you are a great wrestler as well, Jeff. Despite you drink Alcohol and smoke cigarette so much, you still able to produce great matches wheter you win or lose. You are on winning streaks though lately and I have been on the opposite, that’s why I’m aware the odds are on me and Donny. You are destined to win a world championship here. You are easily one of the best money makers for Kingdom or OWA as a whole. You are an established name already, not just here, but everywhere else too. You have been around in this sport since 2003 and you keep making an impact everywhere you go. So I can see where you were coming from when you said that my attitude might be wrong for this business. See Jeff, you are not the only one who did your research. I mean, I’m trully flattered that you have been watching me since my Olympic or maybe even my College days but I know how great you are and things what you did before you join this company. You even went to Australia and other countries to make some noises as well and you were able to climb the mountain in order to be on the top in every companies you have been. I believe you’ll be able to do the same here in OWA someday, but not on Kingdom this week. If you truly want to see me take this business to new heights, then I’m going to start it from you and Alex Scott this week.

And as for Alex Scott himself? You did great againts the veteran Moongoose McQueen last week. Jeff has a point. You’re still young though and have a bright future here. And just like I said, I have no problem with you or Jeff personally, but if I have to break your ankle to score a victory this week, then I certainly will. Sorry kid, just take this as a fair warning.

Oh It’s True! It’s Damn True!
Selene
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 1st 2019, 11:27 pm by Selene
So to state the obvious, last week didn’t go EXACTLY how I had in mind. But hey, that’s alright. I just sure hope Azumi gives that Diantha exactly what she has coming to her! In my personal case though, it’s business as usual as I now focus my attention onto one Amy Jayne. You know Miss Jayne, I don’t quite know if you recall it or not but this is actually not the first time the two of us have tangoed if you would. No, ya see we crossed paths way back a couple of years ago in a different company. A match that ended with, my victory. And not to take anything away from you, you are quite a talented performer. But given how things played out last time and where I plan to take myself as a performer into the future, there is NO WAY I’ll sit back and get beaten out by someone like you. It’s gonna take more than Class to deal with someone like me! So please deary, show me just how much of a WOMAN you are on Odyssey tomorrow evening!
The Cleanser
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 1st 2019, 11:13 pm by The Cleanser
Odyssey Promo #1: “Made to Suffer”
(Word Count: 937)


*An unconscious Eris is being carried by a cloaked figure into her cemetery. But things are different. The clock adorning the walls has completely stopped. The fountain, sometimes red with blood. Sometimes a Cascade of blue water, had stopped producing anything at all. The cemetery was dare said… dead, in Eris’ absence.*


*The hooded figure places Eris on an ancient looking wooden pedestal, wherein he moves behind her and looks down, uttering a prayer unintelligible to the viewer. The clock begins to move, the bell sounding as it continues it's ticking upon the graveyard. The water fountain now finally sprays water out of the gargoyles that are situated around it’s mouths. The cemetery comes alive again, Eris though, stays unconscious. Vegetative even.*


*The cloaked figure sighs and picks Eris up off of the pedestal. He carries her deeper into the cemetery, then throws Eris into the now filled fountain.*


*Eris wakes up in the fountain, sitting up and then coughing out excess water. She looks around wondering how she got there and what exactly happened. But then seems content with merely climbing out of the water and going deeper into the cemetery.*


*Eris stalks through her home, shaking her head and turning nervously every once in a while. She finally ends up at a grave that says “Natalie Cage” upon it. It seems to have been made a very long while ago. But is yet to be filled with dirt as most graves are*


Eris: Natalie… you truly have done it haven't you? I can't blame anyone but myself on what happened just a few nights ago.. I have provoked you countless times. I've messed with you in the worst ways… but you? You… you attempted to end my career. Throwing me off the stage could have had so many adverse effects on my abilities… hell, you could have ended my life. That doesn't sit well with me. That isn't something I'm going to take lightly. You aren't Something I'd take lightly, not anymore. Before you bested me and ended my streak all of those moons ago, you were merely known as the sister of Nate Cage. Nothing more and nothing less, with only potential, you were able to defeat me. That… that was truly what made me rethink my career. I returned with a new purpose and a more serious mission to take you down and make you suffer. But you have been near uneffected thus far. Until… until I finally lit the fuse. You sure blew up on me on Odyssey this time. But if there is anything I know, it's that you cannot truly defeat me because I'm going to come back as strong as ever. I mean, did you see my match against Kiara? It took me mere seconds to break her. Sadly, an enraged Natalie is both what I want and what I don't at the same time. See, when you are enraged your moves are going to naturally be less calculated and more powerful. So in that sense, falling into your grasp was entirely my doing. With only myself to blame for being thrown off the stage I must remind you that I am no normal human. My wounds have been repaired, my mind is more ready than it has ever been for battle, and surely I have a battle on my hands come Odyssey on Saturday. I say this because I am facing Azumi Goto and her proposed Final Destination opponent in a tag team match. With my partner being Diantha Moreau, the forgotten senshi herself. I have never been graced with the presence of our current champion. She is right when she says that I've been a problem to Natalie Cage for a very long time. We are to come to blows many times over, this episode of Odyssey is only the next battle in our long-standing war. Yes… Natalie… I suffered because of what you did. I did incur a few bruises, and I even was unconscious it seems only a little while ago. But it seems like you dwell on that a bit much, because sneak attacking me, while effective. Doesn't prove anything at all in the way of being stronger than me. That is because you are not stronger than me. You've bested me by circumstance before, and you shall again, but the true war shall be won by the better woman. Oh yes, the ratings of Odyssey are going to drop if I win at Pluto's gate, please tell me why exactly I care about that? Because people like seeing you lick someone's pussy for a few episodes straight? Get the fuck out of here Natalie. Start to take yourself seriously because even after you have threatened my career with your actions, I haven't begun to.


*Eris begins digging with an impatient huff, before looking around*


Eris: oh, and as for Diantha? Hello from my cemetery. Yes I am getting ready for my match. Stay out of my fucking way or you're gonna learn what “The Cleanser” means. Sadly, I don't think you'll heed those words. Yes, I get sneak attacked and now everyone thinks I'm some kind of fucking joke. I beat someone before that said attack before a minute had passed. You're not going to treat me like a fucking joke because of this damnit! I'm not a FUCKING JOKE!  


*Eris tries to continue to dig the grave, but drops the shovel and cries out in rage. She just stares at the grave in anger, she continues staring at it as a wind picks up and the camera fades to black*
Persephone Bane
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 1st 2019, 11:13 pm by Persephone Bane
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Bloody tear drops fell onto the concrete floor beneath her. They spilled down porcelain cheeks and even down her lips just a bit. Soft sobs escaped plush lips and teeth gritted tightly. Dropping down onto all fours, the woman let out a loud howl of pain. Body contorting in ways inhumanly possible and she shook her head. "No, no!" She tugged at her hair with both hands, head shaking left to right in fast motions as she tried to fight it. She dropped down, rolling until she was on her back. Tears still spilling down her cheeks like blood as she sobbed softly. It was like a Jekyll and Hyde effect, one side fighting for dominance and the other refusing to allow such a thing. The woman curled into fetal position, her body feeling as if it were lit ablaze and she cried and cried and cried. The sound of heavy footfalls echoed in the room and the sound of a heavy door opening with echoing creaks could be heard.

"Please..." Her voice was small, timid even, as she swallowed back the lump in her throat. Her voice could barely be heard, body shifting as she moved onto her back slightly. "Please... Make it stop..." Her head throbbed, her body ached and the man suddenly crouched down beside her. He was silent and his face couldn't be seen. His slender hand reached out to lightly cup her cheek, shushing her softly as his thumb wiped some of her tears away. He pulled his hand away, popping that thumb into his mouth as he licked the blood from it. "Shh... Come now, pull yourself together, my love." His voice was soft, one unrecognizable as he slowly stood to his feet. Another cry fell from her lips and she swallowed hard. "Why...?" But, she would get no answer as Persephone took the reigns once again. She laid there for a moment, just trying to pull herself together. "That stupid... insufferable... bitch."

The man chuckled, shaking his head as he slowly turned his back towards her. "Come now, my love... We've work to get done. You are in no condition for much, but we can get the job done." He held out his hand at his side, palm outstretched towards the dark beauty who slowly stood. Hand enveloping the males larger hand as they walked out of the dark room. The only sound that followed were footsteps and soft whispers in satanic chanting. The words uneasy and unsettling for anyone who was listening. The pairs hands swung slightly and the woman had a slight spring to her step as she walked hand in hand with him. Suddenly, the pair walked into a new room. Light shining dimly, but just enough to illuminate the room slightly. Settling into a rocking chair in the corner, Persephone's hair hid her face. Knees pulled to her chest as she rocked back and forth in an uneasy manner. The man casting a glance towards her.

"You will have to forgive my wife. She's not in the proper condition to speak for herself tonight. So, allow me to introduce myself..." The man removes the hood from his head, finally coming into proper view now. "Sometimes, you have to go back to your roots the only way you know how. None of you have the slightest idea as to what is in store for this world you love so much." He chuckles, licking over his lips. Half of his face painted and the other bare as he glances towards his wife who is unusually quiet. "Serenity Scorpio. Some kind of... second generation child? Honestly, I drowned out most of what was said because I grew bored just listening." His eyes roll slightly and he's pacing around as he speaks. "All I could really make out of it all was that you called yourself a failure. You have this silly notion that somehow... some way... you will walk out of this battle victorious."

The man who we now learn is none other than Axl Willow grows silent. He seems concerned as Persephone suddenly lurches forward and pukes out black, inky-like puke onto the floor. He barely flinches though and returns back to his thought process. "You haven't the slightest idea what you are walking into, child. You seem to think that this woman is still Savannah Sunshine..." He grimaces at just the mention of the name, brows furrowing momentarily. "But, that's where all of you are wrong. This is a woman who is no longer afraid to play by her own rules. She is willing to go above and beyond not just to win, no. To ensure her opponents stay down and are left with a parting gift of mere pain and misery." He chuckles, teeth catching his bottom lip as he's lost in thought for a moment.

"You all seem to be under the notion that Savannah is still somewhere within my wife and I can tell you all that is the furthest thing from the truth." He steps towards the woman in the chair who is seemingly out of it. She's rocking slightly, the black substance suddenly gone as Axl draws his hand forward as he stands beside the chair. That same hand carefully runs through her hair and down her back soothingly. "You see, it was only a matter of time before everyone soon realized she would lose her sanity. Only a matter of time before she popped that false cloud of cotton candy she was living upon." He grew silent, cloudy eyes casting a glance towards the woman as he inhaled a soft breath. "But, she is no longer alone, no. That rainy cloud you so think she has hanging above her is not there."

He steps forward now, just a few feet away from Persephone who is murmuring words to herself. Her body twitching slightly every now and then as she seems to have lost her mind entirely. "Savannah Sunshine is dead and it's about damn time you people realize that. If you for one second believe that you can save her? I can assure you that you are absolutely wrong and that false hope will be your downfall. Come Saturday, you will be dealing with a woman with pure Hellfire within her veins and death in her eyes. She is not just looking for a win here, no." He shakes his head, hands wringing together as he licks over his lips. "It's the anticipation of ensuring you will never forget her proper name again. It's the thrill of the hunt and being able to render you a pile of nothing that she enjoys most."

A chilling grin crosses his features and he clears his throat for a moment. "She is no longer walking this road alone. From now on, I will be beside her for every match she deems me fit to join her for and together? Well, together we are something purely deadly. We cannot wait to hear you scream, Serenity. See you soon." He tugs his hood up, a blood curdling scream falling from Persephone as the scene fades into pure darkness now.
Diantha Rosso
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 1st 2019, 9:52 pm by Diantha Rosso
The Birth of The Iron Lioness



[While Diantha is certainly not in mourning, she is dressed in all black.The days of spending time in cramped, dark Wolvesden training facilities and dormitories are now behind the Forgotten Senshi. She’s found a new place, one that’s surprisingly well-kept and neat, a far cry from the messy classroom and barracks she once spent her time obsessing and ranting to herself. The room is well lit and decorated with mahogany furniture and dark, earthly colors as she settles in on a couch before turning on her phone and staring blankly before giving an emotionless smile.]


We are getting closer and closer to Pluto’s Gate, aren’t we? There, we will finally settle the score once and for all, eh, Azumi? But I will get back to you in just a second. I just want to take a moment to talk to my former teacher and former friend. Yes, Natalie, you won the Clash. And you’ve managed to beat me at every turn so far. Congratulations, you’ve been able to survive someone less experienced than you that you had a hand in training. You feel so proud of yourself, don’t you? Then again, you always have been an arrogant bitch, haven’t you? I know, I spent enough time around you to figure that out. You may have beaten us individually, but this is a tag team match. Are you forgetting that I’ve been more than just a warm-up match for our current “Champion” every time she and I have set foot on the cerulean blue?


Memory isn’t your strong suit, is it?


Oh yes, you did manage to win a handicap match with no rules involved. You nearly gave me as much brain damage as Roni and I dished out to you. You hurt me, badly. But the ONLY reason you even had a chance to do so was because I was completely obsessed with ending you. You were at my mercy, completely unaware of everything around you...but I wanted to talk to you. I wanted you to hear every strain in my voice, I wanted YOU to feel every bit of torture and suffering I felt with your betrayal. Not of the Wolvesden, to hell with them, but of ME! You left me high and dry to start screwing our boss, conveniently enough.


As for getting nothing out of the Clash of The Titans, I did get something out of it. As results oriented as you and I are, you’re obviously aware that I won nothing since you were the one to throw me out. That said, I know now that I can endure anything now. I survived upstarts from OWT, returning legends, one of my brother’s friends and everything else. Just you stood in the way...again.


You KNOW though that I’m far too good to simply be on a pre show. You trained me and as arrogant as you are you’re not stupid. You know damn well what I’m capable of in that ring. And you know that I’m getting better and better at it. You have peaked. Azumi has peaked. Eris has peaked. There is only one person in this equation that has an upward trajectory. It’s not my partner, who is probably off in some cemetary getting herself ready for this match. It’s not either of you. It’s me.


You won’t admit it, but it eats at you, doesn’t it? The little pest you trained, the harmless little kitten you used to kick around is stealing your spot. That’s exactly what I want to do. Why do you think that I did what I did? It’s certainly not because of Azumi. Anyone on the planet could have been champion and I would do the same to them. We are going to fight again, one on one, someday really soon. And I’m going to DANGLE that Women’s World Championship right in front of you, all those dreams of stardom and fame and fighting the best….


Then I’m going to pull it away from you!


You say that your past doesn’t define you, but that doesn’t give you free reign to run away from it. Sometimes the past leaves marks on us that can’t be washed away. The past has a way of haunting us. I’m your Phantom, Natalie. Until the day you die or leave this federation, I will haunt your every step. I will poke and prod and push until I find a weakness...and deliver unto you the judgement that vermin like you deserves.


I don’t know why Nate let me leave Wolvesden in peace. Maybe he knew that I would come hunting for you myself and perhaps save him some trouble. Maybe he wanted to consolidate his control with as little violence as possible. Maybe he just doesn’t give a damn about what I do anymore. Or maybe he’s gonna send someone to try and knock me down...not much unlike what I was sent to do with you. I do know however he will find you in deliciously weakened condition once I’m done exacting just a little bit of the revenge I have planned for you.


As for you, “Ace”, you seem to be getting yourself ready for this fight, aren’t you? I appreciate your compliments but I would prefer it if you stopped patronizing me. I’m not a child, and I’m certainly not new to this sport. Do you not know who my brother is? My family lives and breathes wrestling and it should be no surprise that I’m growing right before your very eyes. I assumed that you still have that killer instinct, Azumi. In fact, I have it on good authority that you’ve been holding it back some of late! I don’t want you to hold back on my account. I want you at your best, your angriest. Why? So I can prove how much fucking nonsense your perfect world is.


Just like Natalie has a past, you have one as well, don’t you? You don’t think I’ve heard about all the vile, vicious things that you used to do? You don’t think I know about all your dirty little secrets? Heh. One thing that Natalie taught me was to know my enemy. And funny enough, with the indirect help of my moronic brother, I know you pretty well now. In the spring of 2015, there was this rising talent that my brother helped mentor and train that was rising up in the wrestling world. Her partner and close friend was forced into retirement after a severe injury...and she became your mentor. You told me that if I keep going the path that I was going I would experience loneliness? Ha! I’m certainly not alone. I prepared a little video for you all, introducing you to my new manager...and your former partner Azumi.



[As Diantha’s message ends, another one begins, white noise and a static picture covering the screen until it suddenly clears and is focused on the painted face of Erica Ford, Diantha’s new advisor and mentor.]


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Doushita, Azumi-chan? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost. Surely you remember your old partner, don’t you? The one that you mimicked and stole from your entire career? THE ONE THAT YOU ABANDONED!? THE ONE THAT YOU NEARLY KILLED!? You can hide behind the veneer of the Ace that you’ve crafted for yourself after defeating April Song, but I know the real you. I know the one that turned her back on the sworn sisterhood of Shinsei Domei. You don’t remember that day, when you walked off with the guy that was your supposed boyfriend? Do you remember knocking me off a cage, nearly breaking my neck and nearly forcing me into retirement? I remember. I remember everything. I remember you and your good friend Haruna joining forces with a reprehensible German to nearly kill April Song among others. I could not sit around and watch this any longer.


You stole my career. You stole my joy. You stole my chance to be a champion like you are today, like Diantha will be very soon. You even come to the ring with the same music I did once upon a time, as if you were subconsciously mocking me from afar. I know the filthy, disgusting animal that you are, Azumi. I know all your dirtiest, most intimate secrets. I know everything about how you operate. You can fool the people, you can even fool management and the fellow Goddesses on the roster….you cannot fool me.


I met Diantha a few years ago, a struggling wrestler on the indies scraping for a living. I knew who her brother was, but I never saw her complain. I never saw her whine when promotions turned their back on her, gave her a hotdog and a pat on the back after tearing down the house whenever she wrestled. I saw so much potential. And now, I’m going to help her reach it...by conquering you. She has my knowledge now, and combined with her considerable skill, my Iron Lioness is going to feast on you until the gold she seeks is hers. I heard you and your partner this week talk about dreams so much. You want to know what my dream is?


TO TURN YOUR DREAM INTO THE NIGHTMARE YOU FUCKING DESERVE!


[The feed is immediately cut, the viewer left with nothing but a blank screen and the faint sound of child-like, almost maniacal laughter.]
Jeff X
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 1st 2019, 7:15 pm by Jeff X
Trust No One


3/1/2019
Askin, North Carolina

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“Hopefully Chet Kensington and the rest of the morons that attempt to officiate our matches took some notes from me this past Kingdom and I won’t be needing this anymore.”

The familiar southern accent of OWA Alpha, Jeff X, is heard as the scene fades in.  Jeff is standing in his bedroom, holding a referee’s shirt in his hand as he unpacks his bag.  He tosses it lightly across the room into the small waste basket in the corner.

“If they could do their job at least somewhat competently then maybe Tressler wouldn’t feel the need to appoint people like me to do it for them and I could get back to doing what I actually get paid to do.”

Jeff grabs the bottle of Bud Light sitting atop the nightstand by his bed and takes a swig from it.


“And what I get paid to do is win matches.  As we all barrel towards Final Destination, everyone is trying to make their mark.  Since I failed to win Clash of the Titans, I have to get to Final Destination another way, so I promised all of you that I would force Tressler's hand.  And thus far, I've made good on that promise.  Since Clash of Titans I've steamrolled my way through everybody they've put in front of me.  At this point the only thing that could slow me down is if I had to rely on somebody else.  And wouldn’t you fucking know it, that’s exactly what I have to do this week as I’ve been thrown right in the middle of a tag team match with three rookies.”

Jeff laughs slightly at the situation he finds himself in this week as he finishes packing and throws his now empty bag into the closet.  The camera follows him as he grabs his beer, heads out of his bedroom and towards the living room.  On his way he stops and grabs another Bud Light from the fridge and flips on the radio so that an old Hank Williams Jr. song plays quietly in the background.  He lights up a cigarette and plops down on the couch, propping his boots up on the coffee table in front of him.

“They’ve stuck me with this new kid I’ve never even met before...Alex Scott.  Has a grand total of one OWA match under his belt - albeit an impressive loss to Mongoose McQueen.  And I know, I know, a loss is a loss.  But Mongoose has been around the block a few times.  He’s even found a way to get his hands on a shot at the World Title come Divine Retribution, so don’t beat yourself up too much over the loss Alex.  You came out and showed you can compete here and turned some heads.  Even got a minor endorsement for the champ himself.  Plus, things are certainly looking up for you.  After all, you’re nearly guaranteed to get your first win this week.  All you have to do is let me what I do best, try not to get yourself pinned, and stay out of my fucking way.  You do that and for the first time in your career here, you will have your arm raised in victory at the end of the night.  And don’t take that for granted.  After all, that’s a feeling poor Hans Olsen has yet to experience.”


Jeff shakes his head at the mention of Hans Olsen as he breathes out a heavy cloud of smoke and hits the bottle once more.


“Hans I’ve been watching you.  Not just in your brief time here, but even back when you were representing this great country in the Olympic games.  I remember seeing you break your damn neck and yet you still went out there and brought that gold medal back home.  Not gonna lie, I was blown away by your performance.  I was severely impressed not just with your talent, but with the tenacity and determination you displayed each and every time you stepped in front of an opponent.  So when I heard you had signed here in OWA, I was thrilled.  I thought to myself, ‘now here’s a guy that can really go places and take this business to new heights.’  After all, you might be the greatest pure athlete this company has.  And you’re certainly the only one that can claim to have a gold medal.  But yet...things haven’t been easy for you since your arrival here, have they Hans?  Week after week, without fail, you come out and deliver technical masterpieces to our fanbase.  One after another.  Yet week after week, you wind up having to watch your opponent’s arm raised in victory.”

Jeff has finished his beer now, so he puts his cigarette out by dropping it into the now empty bottle.  He then stares deeply into the camera with those emotionless blue eyes of his and you can tell that he genuinely hopes Hans Olsen heeds the advice he’s about to give.

“Your attitude.  It’s all wrong for this business.  You see, maybe in the amateur ranks everything is just one big friendly athletic competition, but here?  Here things are different.  I learned a long, long time ago that in this industry everyone is out for themselves.  There’s nothing anyone in that locker room wouldn’t do to you or anyone else just to move up the pecking order.  There’s no place for trust in this industry.  You let your guard down for one second and the people you think you know will stab you in the back.  Don’t believe me?  Just take a look around the current OWA landscape.  Think you can trust your friends?  Wolvesden is dead because Kenny Drake put his faith in the wrong person.  Think you can trust family?  Nate and Natalie Cage are siblings yet are just over a week away from ripping each other’s heads off because Nate couldn’t handle his sister’s success.  Think you can trust your spouse?  CM Nas and Tarah Nova might be a cute couple out in public but if you think for one second that they aren’t about to beat the living hell out of each other for a shot at the Omega Heavyweight title then you’re more delusional than I thought.  Hell, I may be forced to team with Alex this week but I can tell you with absolute certainty that we won’t be going out for any beers afterwards.  I’m telling you this for your own good Hans.  I like you.  I really do.  As someone who’s fought for this country, I’m genuinely proud of you for bringing us that gold medal.  I don’t want to see you make a dangerous mistake by trusting the wrong men...men like Donny Dragon.”


Jeff grabs the other beer that he bought from the fridge and twists the cap off, taking a drink before he goes on.

“But then again, I think you’re already beginning to figure that out, aren’t you Hans?  After that absolute classic you had last week with Donny...a man who’s supposed to be your friend...what happened?  You were jumped from behind by James Anderson.  And I don’t care what Donny says Hans...he knew.  Hell, he probably organized the whole things himself.  Those Project Zero guys...they’re all the same.  All of them turning to that worthless pile of shit, Nate Cage, for leadership.  Cage is a cancer that has infested not only this company, but humanity in general.  Everyone associated with him is nothing more than scum and if you put your faith or trust in them Hans, you will pay for it with your blood.”


Jeff apparently just realized something amusing because he lets out a slight chuckle as he drinks yet again.

“But the funny things is, Hans...Donny might be even more delusional than you.  You see Donny puts his faith and trust in Nate Cage.  Donny truly thinks that Nate is his friend.  That Nate cares about him at all.  Donny...Nate Cage doesn’t care about anyone but himself.  Don’t believe me?  Why don’t you go ask Nate’s last ‘best friend’, Kenny Drake.  You might think you know him better than I do, Donny...because you’re ‘friends’ or whatever.  But that’s where you’re wrong.  You know as well as anybody that Nate Cage and I have gone to war against one another more than once.  We’ve painted the OWA Arena red with our blood.  Every time we’re in the same room we try to kill each other.  We just can’t help it.  And there’s some things that you just don’t know about a man until you’ve gone to hell and back with them.  Nate Cage is no ally of yours Donny.  He’s using you to advance his own agenda, just like he’s done with everyone before you.  And when he’s done with you?  You’ll get the same treatment that Kenny did.  The same treatment that Hans got last week thanks to you.


Honestly though, I don’t even know why I’m telling you all of this.  I like Hans.  Would rather not see him be betrayed again by the likes of you.  But you, Donny?  You, I couldn’t give two shits about.  Not only do I dislike you through your associations, but I find your sarcastic ramblings quite irritating.  Everytime you open your mouth, I want to put my fucking fist in it.  It’s one of the reasons I tossed you over the top rope at Clash of Titans.  I mean, sure it was the whole point of the match but also I just wanted you the hell out of my sight because GOD DAMN, you are fucking annoying.  Honestly, I don’t even know how Cage tolerates you being around him at all.  But I guess on the other hand...he probably won’t be tolerating it for very long.  Like I said, it’s only a matter of time before he discards you as well...just like the piece of trash that you are.”

Jeff pauses to light up another Marlboro Red.


“But to the both of you...take solace in knowing that you won’t have to worry about your so-called friends turning their backs on you this week.  No...you have much bigger things to worry about.  You have to worry about me.  Because unfortunately for the two of you, you are the next thing standing in my way...the next obstacle in my path.  I will put the two of you down just like I have everyone else they’ve put before me since Clash of the Titans.  Just like I did Jon McAdams.  Just like I did Adelmar Sauer.  And just like I did Reginald Dampshaw.  With Final Destination right around the corner, I have never been more focused and I am not letting anyone stop me from achieving my goals.  Not even if they carry an Olympic gold medal or the spirit of a mythical dragon with them.  I’ve tried to use my words here today to impart a bit of wisdom into the two of you, but this week on Kingdom you will both get first-hand on-the-job experience, that will no doubt prove invaluable to the two of you, by stepping foot in the ring with the single toughest motherfucker that this industry has to offer - me.  The both of you will be walking away from Kingdom as losers.  There is nothing you can do about that.  But hopefully, you will take the words I’ve spoken to you here today, as well as the beating that I give you on Tuesday...and you both learn from it.  For while you have no control over the outcome of our match this week, the rest of your careers are yours to decide.  Remember the things I’ve said and the two of you might just have a future in this business after all.  Cheers boys.”


Jeff starts chugging what remains of his beverage as the scene fades out.

[Fade to Black]
Nikita LaShae
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post March 1st 2019, 3:59 pm by Nikita LaShae
"On this Odyssey comin up I got to be in the ring with some Pandora chick. I'm not sure if she think she a extra terrestrial bein or something, but I'ma need her to keep that voodoo style shit away from me. I ain't for all no hocus pocus. What I'm wit is the action and the fight I bring to dat ring out there, day in and day out. I'm gon be honest wit you for a second though sis. This match ain't even really about you. This match is all about me and Dulce. The same way I sat ringside watchin her fight, she gon be doing the same to me. I guess this is spose to be one of those anything you can do I can do betta moments. I'm cool wit it. If those the type of games she wanna play then let's play babygirl. I appreciate the fact that you see the potential in me and want to face me. But squarin up wit me ain't gonna be no walk in the park."


"Unless you like Pandora over here, who be takin her strolls around the cemetery and what not. Who homegirl think she is? That's what I wanna know. I always see girls like her and others who wanna try and summon and conjure up the dark world. Can't we be original sometimes. That story is old and tired. Played out. You ain't gon get nowhere being a carbon copy of someone else. Or somethin else. That's why it's gon always be one Nikita LaShae. Can't and won't be duplicated or imitated. The skills I show off in this ring is why the Goddess Champion wants me to take her championship from around her waist. Ion see nobody walkin up sayin, hey, I wanna face off with the likes of Pandora. Who are you even?"


"Girl, I'm sure you heard about me though? How could you not? I'm the next best thing to come into OWA. I been impressin since the beginnin. You. Ain't a damn thing special about ya. You just like to pretend to you are. I mean you think you got what it take to come in here and try and destroy careers and companies? If that was the case of you doin that, why is nobody rollin out the red carpet for you. Why won't your name a buzz throughout the locker room then? Girl have several seats and sit the hell down and humble yoself. It be bitches like you that wanna shoot the shit wit all the people around to try and make yaself seem relevant and a threat. I love knockin a bitch down a peg or two. Don't believe me? Ask around. I ain't the one to play wit. And the fact that I got a championship match to prepare for, really means I care nothin about what you wanna say."


"Bombshell Champion you are huh? A former. That means yo ass won't good enough to keep it. Nobody to blame but yoself. The thing wit me though is when I take that championship from Dulce, it ain't goin nowhere else. You can come up here in OWA and try and be a badass if ya want, but you gotta go through one to be one. This so called talent you gettin ready to face is gon test to see if you can hang wit the best of us on Odyssey. I don't need no flashy setting and intimidating factors. I'm just real. I'm just me. I ain't gotta prove shit to you. But you gonna be a good warm up for me before I take on Dulce. I ain't going to go full throttle eitha, because  don't need Dulce to see all my tricks of the trade."


"Just know sis, that this ain't gon be no easy feat. I ain't gonna just let you come up in here and try and pull a fast one over me. The Iron Diamond can not be cut nor burned. I'ma show you how a real woman get down in that ring. All these other lil prissy hoes you been dealin wit, ain't me. I'm on a whole new level with a wave of confidence I'm riding to the top. That headstone of yours gon be cleaned up faster than you expect and you gonna be visiting your demon lord and savior in no time. I'm gonna open up Pandora's box and clean that shit out. Work on your game before you step in the ring with me huntee. I'ma be ready. See you soon."
Melanie B
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post February 28th 2019, 11:50 pm by Melanie B
Lesson #0: Reason


Brooklyn, NY.


War Room Dojo.



(It was early in the morning when Serenity Hunter entered the former Hunter’s Mark Gym. It was dark and empty, several hours from opening. After arriving home, she dropped off her things next door before meeting with the other woman whose name was on the lease.)

Woman’s Voice: You’re here earlier than expected.

(Stepping out from the shadows, the woman revealed herself to be Stephanie Matsuda.)

Serenity Hunter: I caught an earlier - and cheaper - flight.

(Serenity dropped her gym bag and stretched.)

Serenity Hunter: So, are we doing this?

Stephanie Matsuda: Do you have an answer for my question?

Serenity Hunter: The one you asked me over the phone?

Stephanie Matsuda: Yes.

Serenity Hunter: To be honest, I don’t know. When I first came into this business, I wanted to follow in my father’s footsteps. I wanted to things the right way - the better way - to show my mom that not all careers in this business leads to an unhappy ending. Well, I did feel that way.

Stephanie Matsuda: How about now?

Serenity Hunter: ...I don’t know. Like my family name has opened doors, but I think I want something for myself. I love competing, but I spent so much time being my father’s daughter, that I forgot why I was in the business in the first place.

Stephanie Matsuda: Well there’s only one way to find out.

Serenity Hunter: (looks at her hands) You’re right.

(Matsuda climbs into the wrestling ring)

Stephanie Matsuda: From now on, this is our home. You’re moving in with me upstairs. If we’re not at a show, we’re training here. I called Madam Vega - she’s got some dates for you at LAW. I always talked DeMarco into renewing your OWA contract. Serenity...you’re not the only one seeking answers.  After my grandmother passed...it made me question things about my life and career. I’m just as lost as you are sweets, and before either of us can progress we need to figure this shit out.

Serenity Hunter: So we’re training until we find the answer?

Stephanie Matsuda: Not just in-ring training. We meditate, change our diet, and evaluate our whole mindset. We conquer our demons one by one - together. I may had a great year in 2018 - minus the end - but you had a crappy one. More losses than wins, as if you’re just happy to be there. Don’t just be happy to be there Serenity. The hunger you once had is gone.

Serenity Hunter: I could say the same thing about you.

Stephanie Matsuda: Exactly.

(Serenity removes her jacket and climbs into the ring.)

Serenity Hunter: Let’s get hungry.


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There was once a woman named Reina Kenshin. When my “sister” Steph was back with her other promotion, I used to visit her backstage whenever they were in town. It was there I met this woman with a mysterious aura surrounding her. She had this calm, but intense look in her eyes. This was a fighter in every sense of the word and in that moment I wanted what she had. At the time I was still angry at the world for my father’s death in the ring. He was what people called an O.G. of the wrestling scene, one half of the first all African-American tag team in the history of the business. He went on to prominence in the 90s working for No Mercy Wrestling and training the now legendary Bogard brothers. I looked up to my father as an otherworldly figure, someone larger than life. He always went out of his way for others, willing to give back to the business that gave back to me. It wasn’t until after his death at the ends of Eddie King did the rumors surfaced. The drugs, the women, the side deals with shady people...I didn’t know how to handle all of that. I wasn’t just angry about his death, but him tarnishing his legacy. So to hone my anger into a weapon, I begged Reina to teach me. And she did...until one day dropping off the face of the planet.

Stephanie picked up the slack.

She made a deal with my mother and trained me in my father’s style while incorporating her standards of training. She encouraged me to find my own path, to explore different techniques and strategy. She taught me how to fly. Through her I found my own voice, a way to fight my demons. But now...I’m losing perspective. Could it be because I’m no longer the same wide-eyed newbie I used to be? Maybe I don’t see myself as someone who belongs in this business. Maybe I ignored the killer instinct that exists in my blood and let the hurt and pain smother it until I could no longer detect it. For better or worse I am my father’s daughter, but yet I am my own woman. I am Stephanie Matsuda’s star pupil, but I’m also her business partner. I’m the co-owner of the War Room Dojo. A place my father gave to the both of us. He left it behind for us to forge our own legacy. Maybe I feel I don’t deserve to be here. Is that why you gave into your dark side, Persephone? For you the sun longer shines. It’s replaced by a black cloud, where it rains non stop. And instead of running for shelter, you let the rain fall, hoping you’ll drown in your sorrow. Trust me Sav - I too felt that way. Even recently when I would suffer loss after loss. There was a moment where I wanted to break the rules and lash out at the world - again. But...that doesn’t solve anything. I look and see how my sister’s name is being dragged in the media and how her previous reign may even be revoked. But yet, she stays with eye hers towards the future. She wants to build a world within a world - one where women’s wrestling thrives in more than one place. I believe in her dream and want to support it as much as possible. 

But, I need my own dreams as well.

Why am i here? Why do I fight? Who am i fighting for?

I can only hope that I can find these answers through my upcoming battles, Sav- I mean Persephone. You’re in a dark place - to be honest, i might be too. But let me help you through this, through ritual combat. We exist among the greatest athletes the world has ever seen. You were one-half of the sugar girls. Your former partner is living her life in LAW, trying to find her own way. We’re all trying to battle the darkness in our hearts! If showing you the light means I have to knock some sense into you, then so be it. But there was a time where you was friends with my sister Sav and any friend of my sister is a friend of mine.

See you Saturday, sweets.
Zumi
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19)
Post February 28th 2019, 10:29 pm by Zumi
Odyssey #1

“The Champion’s Road never ends, once you win the belt it’s now your job to prove to the doubters that you deserve the reign.”

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My quest to create the perfect world has a long way to go and the Women’s World Championship is coming for this long journey. I don’t plan to drop it anytime soon, not at Pluto’s Gate, not at Final Destination or at any event. I’ve grown too attached to this Women’s Championship to really drop it now. Even with the amount of self-confidence I have in myself, I would be lying if there wasn’t a part of me that sees the danger in front of me. The giant target on my back thanks to holding the Women’s Championship but I want that because, in the end, it shows I’m at the top of the mountain. I want to be that eternal fighting champion as long as this belt is mine. I want to face not just the best female wrestlers in OWA but all around the world in an attempt to raise the game to brand new heights, it isn’t about the OWA Women’s World Championship and me defending, it’s about creating that perfect world for pro-wrestling that I desire. With Pluto’s Gate is slowly approaching and I plan to retain my championship against a young talent that I know very well.

Here we go Diantha Moreau, how many times have we fought since I joined OWA? Twice now and every time, you seem to be better than the last. Good job on the constant improvement kiddo. Hold your head up knowing that you push on to being better every time. This is the only time this week, you want to say that I’ve lost the killer instinct that I once had. No, but rather I don’t want to show it. You can enjoy this hate-filled side of you but when the world you built comes crashing down, take a good look in the mirror Diantha and I want you to see yourself. Look at the monster and tell me if you like the path you’re going on, Diantha. The burst of success in the early going, being able to not be held back is great but then you realize the loneliness and what happened. You see the emptiness and the darkness around you. You can take these words and either learn from it or throw them away, Diantha. Take a good look in the mirror and realize what you’re becoming. It took me too long to realize that for myself but now it’s been a long year since then.

If you think my kindness and respect for the members of the industry is a sign of weakness or that the fangs and claws are no longer sharp then you’re sorely mistaken Diantha. I don’t want to return to where I was a year ago because if I did go back, I wouldn’t be able to return from that hell. I’ll show you at Pluto’s Gate that even if I’m not who I used to be, I’m much stronger and more driven than that old self. You hit me with your best blows and I will still stand to fight back, Diantha. You put yourself in my radar and you’re aiming for my prized possession, so it’s time to show why I am The Ace. Diantha, you will see what happens when I am absolutely motivated and pissed off.

Meanwhile Eris, this is the first time I will step into the ring with the Cleanser and I can see why there’s a lot of talk about you being a dangerous woman. You have been a thorn in the side of Natalie for quite a while and you two seem to be destined to go to war but right now I won’t hesitate to win this match. My Final Destination opponent seems very determined to keep the singles match between us alive by any means and I’ll be honest, same goes for me. The goal for the two of us to have that singles match so if she isn’t willing to lose then you can definitely say it’s the same for me. We’re the main event of Final Destination and personally Natalie and I would like to keep it that way. I don’t know you enough to really say anything, you haven’t been on The Ace’s radar. You’re quite dangerous from what I heard but there isn’t anything I haven’t handled in life that can match up to you.


Natalie talked about this herself but I think you can consider this as a fun dream team. I get to scout the opposition of my first defense, my Final Destination opponent and possible future title challenger all in one match. In this reign as champion, I plan to be relentless, focus and showcasing why I am considered one of the best wrestlers in the world right now. This has been a journey to reach the peak of the mountain and I’m going, to be honest, it’s going to take a lot longer for anyone to come and dethrone me for this championship. The Ace won’t fade away, never will I lose to anyone as long as I breathe, I simply can’t lose anymore especially with what is now at stake. My pride as Women’s World Champion. I’ll see all of you this Saturday.


Side note to Natalie Cage, don’t you dare lose to Eris because you are meant to fall to me at Final Destination before anyone gets a chance.
 

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