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

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

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

-There is a TWO promo limit for our regular weekly shows and THREE for our major events!

-If everyone involved in a match would like to extend or shorten the promo limit due to personal circumstances or preference, you have two days at the start of the new promo week to confirm with a member of the writing team the agreed upon limit for your match, if not it will remain the standard limit set for weeklies and major shows.

-NO DOUBLE POSTING! If your opponent has not responded there is no need to follow up with extra responses.

-The page is not a place to make challenges or try to book matches!

-Do not break kayfabe! Remember that everything is entirely storyline based and there is no reason to either take things personally, or make it personal for someone else.

-Have fun! Enjoy writing your work and feel free to hit up the chat for feedback!

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) July 21st 2018, 9:58 pm by Layne Kurobane

Defeat does not wash away! It stains! It soils a reputation and without redemption, it becomes synonymous with those who have tasted it! It plants a seed of doubt within the mind of its victim! They must nip it in its bud, or else they will surely be consumed by it! Another loss comes! And then another! Another! Another!! The seed grows, feeding on the confidence they once had to help them hold their head high! It eats away at their psyche until it takes shape as a tree of woe that sends them spiraling into despair! Many have become just another tree within this forest! So very many! Names that allowed it to bring them to their unknowing destruction as they failed to stop the tree’s growth! Layne Kurobane continues to fight it! He fights it! As his next challenge shows itself upon the horizon, doubt begins to slither into his mind! He fights it! The words of his opponent assure him of his inevitable destruction! He fights it!

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How does the saying go?

“Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them”?

Which one do you believe you are?

You could have been someone that was born into this World destined to be something great. Why not? You have absolutely no problem walking around with a cocky smirk on your face - looking down on a stray dog like me with the intention of putting me down. It’s not as if you’ve spent years convincing yourself that you are every bit as good as you claim to be, right? No, surely you more than enough proof to show to me that you are this good, because otherwise you’d really just be nothing more than a mouth, wouldn’t you? No, you had to have been born great. You had to have had your path laid out for you the moment you were brought into this World. Spitting at me for the way I’ve handled a loss is a privilege only the strong get to have. They get to look down on the weak, because they know perfectly well where they stand. They know they can make an example out of these people they deem below them. Can you do that? Are you certain you can make an example out of me? A victory over a man I’ve already beaten sounds like it’s given you a high you just don’t want to come down from. Congratulations on that, by the way, I’m sure whatever you did was impressive. It had to be. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have convinced yourself you’re on a roll, dismissed me as a human being, and wasted my time regurgitating the same bullshit that a more successful version of you already spat out. That’s the thing about it. That’s what REALLY gets to me. You’re so quick to talk about what a generic piece of trash I am, and yet, looking at you, I don’t know who you are. Hell, do YOU know who you are? Oh no, I know you know what your name is. You have no problem at all reminding me what your name is, but I’m not asking that. I’m asking who you are, Goose. Allow me: You are every other asshole with a chip on his shoulder, and nothing to show for it. You are every other guy with a smug look on his face and nothing but disdain for someone who gets in your way. You are an absolute dime-a-dozen. You’re the off-brand of people who’ve stood where you stand right now, have done it far better, and have gone on to lead more successful lives than you will ever have, because you were not cut out for this. You were not born for this.

But hey, maybe you’ll achieve it. Maybe through sheer hard work and dedication, you will mold a legacy with your bare hands. I don’t need to even bother to take a look around to know I’m the only one sitting in the audience, willing to listen to whatever you’re going on about. You’ve convinced yourself that you are the draw, but I promise you that nobody’s showing up. Nobody’s hearing the words you have to say, because they’d rather pay their money to see someone who does it better. Who are you to them? What have you done? Where have you been? Don’t bother answering those questions, Goose. Just pretend I never even asked them. I’m certain you won’t bother to remember the moment you hear them anyway. Why should you? Look at you in your outfits and big elaborate set-ups to drive home the point that the guy you’re standing across the ring from is absolutely worthless - that all of his talk served no purpose other than to bore you and make you want to put him out to pasture that much more. You’re like a child that covers his ears when a thunderstorm comes rolling in. You don’t want to hear it. You don’t want to bother concerning yourself with the way people lesser than you think. You just want to win. You just want to keep building your precious legacy and make this Kingdom into your own. Your ideals aren’t even your own, are they? Everything you’ve done has been secondhand, and yet you don’t seem to care! Because you can’t care. You can’t think about it. The moment you do, all of this is suddenly for nothing and you’re back at square one when you were an absolute nobody without even a name to go by. Don’t worry, I know all about that. In fact, that’s all I’ve known my entire career up until the moment I showed up in the Omega Wrestling Alliance. I stripped away everything I convinced myself that I was, and this is what you’re looking at now. Don’t like it? Look away then. Keep looking away and pretend I don’t exist, but I will pull you down. I will drag your ass down to my level and I will make you understand why I’m not fucking around. This is beyond a competition. This isn’t a walkthrough, and you will understand what I mean by that very quickly when I pull you to where I am and make you taste this bitter pill. It’s not my goal, Goose - that’s just a perk of it. You haven’t achieved anything yet, no more than I have, and I will do absolutely everything in my power to be the one who takes a step forward, and we’ll find out next week how The Goose handles his own loss cherry getting popped.

I can promise you this much: No one is sitting on the edge of their seats, stomping their feet as loudly as possible, and pining for The Goose to be the next big thing. You’re on your own, and something tells me that’s the way you prefer it, but it’s also never been a choice, has it? Believe it or not, there’s such a thing as a following. I don’t mean fans. I don’t mean people that cheer you on. I mean a collective group of those who will accept nothing less than seeing you become THE guy. A cult of fans with a diehard loyalty to a cult of personality that they not only cheer on, but live vicariously through. Their journey is his journey. They become the man himself, and they fight alongside him. Do you even comprehend what that feeling is? It’s not just pretending to be the protagonist of a story. It’s making this competitive jungle we fight in into a story, and it’s written by the people that want to see it happen. They want to see the hero win the day, and live happily ever after. It’s an urge as old as time. It’s what inspired even someone as cliched as you to put on a pair of boots and pretend you are the man you think you are. But you’ll never have to be bothered by a greatness like that being thrust upon you by anyone, because you have absolutely nobody. Nobody but me. In this moment, Goose, I am your only and therefore biggest fan, and I don’t intend to write anything but a loss down in your next chapter. Here’s another saying: “History is written by the victors.” You don’t know how haunting those words are until you find yourself on the raw end of the deal. You can’t even begin to understand those words until you have to sit there on your ass and watch the man you lost to write down your failure in permanent ink. Right now, I am the only audience you have, and the only audience you’ll ever have. I care for you as much as I care for any other character that enters the story and leaves just as quickly. A character that could have been written better, but in the end, didn’t do any harm. One that has his place as fodder for others to thrive. You are a character in this story, but it’s not your own. It never was.

Not a series, not a book, not even a chapter. You are just there to exist for one fleeting moment, and gone the next. “Greatness” isn’t a word anywhere around you. You weren’t born with it, you haven’t achieved it, and you won’t have it thrust upon you. You’re none of the above. You’re just there to watch others discover which one they are in their own story.

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The fire rises! The storm begins to roll in! Its thunder shakes the heavens as Layne Kurobane finds yet another reason to continue fighting! Defeat has become more than a stain to soil his name! He has accepted it! He has embraced it! No longer is it his albatross! It has become his reason to keep going! To become better than he was before, no matter what challenge lies ahead! Kingdom has come! Tomorrow is a mere day away, and with it comes not the fear of his last thread being severed! Instead it comes with a new silver lining that has broken through the dark clouds of defeat! One even brighter than the last! It shines down upon him, and makes him want it that much more! No matter what the cost! Be it his career or his life! He must pursue it to his very end! That is the sacrifice to be made! He must lay down his chips - he must gamble it all if he wishes to thrive in this jungle among the other predators! This stray dog must bare his fangs and become a beast unlike any other! He must rip and tear into the others if he wishes to climb up this food chain! There is no loss resonating in his mind anymore! Only opportunity! His golden chance to take back what is his! He comes to Kingdom to rid himself of those clouds! He must take his chance and risk it all once more! No matter the cost!!

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WISE MEN SAY, ONLY FOOLS RUSH IN. BUT, I CAN'T HELP FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU.

Lately, it hadn't been the best time for Savannah, let alone the Sugar Girls in general. Loss after loss, painful loss after loss, it was beginning to add up. But, instead of wallowing in pity and feeling sorry for herself, Savannah was given a second chance even in a match with four other women. Even in a chance where her best friend and tag team partner would now become her enemy. She was alone right now, sat in thought as she had her camera set up a few feet away from her. Resting on the apron of the ring she had previously been inside of, filming her as she sat with her hands on her knees and her face was an unreadable expression. Finally, she inhaled a deep breath and nodded her head a bit.

"These past few weeks have been the roughest I've ever been through. But, I'm not letting this opportunity slip through my fingers. I know, I know... I've said that before. But, this time? This time, I am more serious than I have ever been. I refuse to let this second chance slip through my fingers as easily as I allowed myself to get distracted and allow Dulce to win last week. No more games, it's time to focus." She nodded again, licking over her lips in trepidation.

"I've spent the past week hanging out with an old friend. Someone who I still love dearly even given certain... circumstances. Regardless, she reminded me that I am worth more than what I believe. I needed a pick me up, I needed someone to remind me that I still have something to fight for and then some. I will forever be thankful for someone who has been such an inspiration and a big part of my career thus far... I will forever be thankful for those who have not given up on me. It's simply what fuels me and gives me the fire I need to keep pushing on."

She inhales a deep breath, rubbing her fingers against her slightly sore knee, wrapped tightly in the brace it was in. "A few days ago, I ended up injuring myself in an accident outside of the ring. But, it won't affect my ability to crush the competition that stands before me." She flashes a warm smile, standing up now as she paces around a bit, trying to settle the bundle of nerves within her stomach.

"There is nothing I want more than to be able to say I was able to defeat the other contenders in this Queen of The Ring match. I want this more than I've ever wanted anything, I cannot... I will not allow myself to squander this. I will not allow anything... anyone... to distract me from the task at hand. One way or another, I will be the one walking out of this match with my head held high while the other women? They'll just be down for the count."

She shrugs, shifting a bit. "There is only one outcome, one final piece in this match that will finalize and cement me into having a match at Boiling Point and I want it." She nods, wringing her hands together for a moment. "This will be my moment and no one will take that away from me. Not HENDRIX, not Diantha, not Jessica and not... Who was the last one again?"

She pauses, seemingly lost in thought before looking at scribbled words on her hand. "Trashcan Sharper?" She scrunches her nose, shaking her head. "Oh, oh! Megan Harper, my apologies." She grins, a shrug of her shoulders and she's speaking up again.

"Sure, some of the people in this match have never faced me before. Sure, some of these people are highly disliked. Sure, some of them are my friends... or former friends." She pauses, shaking her head once again. "But, nothing will stop me from picking up this much needed win. With the power of all the sugar, rainbows and hugs... I will reach my final level and I will do whatever it takes to ensure that I make it to Boiling Point. No matter what it takes."

She has a serious look on her face for a moment, a bright smile crossing her lips finally as she comes to her final words now. "So, all that's left to do is move onto tomorrow's show and ensure that I capitalize on this moment!"

She nods, Finn coming into view now as he has his gym bag on his shoulder. "You ready to head out?" She nods, a small smile as she wraps an arm around his waist, barely coming up a bit past his hip at that. "So, I wish you all the luck in the world because once I step into that ring? Playtime is over and it's time to really put in the time, effort and work into ensuring I make it out of this as the top girl in this match. So, good luck ladies... You'll need it!" The cameras catch her smiling brightly before she shuts it off, heading out holding hands with Finn as the view now finally fades out.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) July 21st 2018, 8:35 pm by Megan Harper

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I'm in here with a bunch of women that just ain't shit.

How can a woman like myself be bunched up with a bunch of absolute lowlife bitches that can't chase success if it held their hand through the tough times? All I've ever known are tough times and hard times but this time, Megan Harper is finally going to reclaim her spot back on top with this battle royal victory! I'm going to defeat four of this company's bitches this Sunday at Kingdom, and then I am going to defeat four more at Boiling Point to win the Queen of the Ring. It's not rocket science. That's not even a spoiler because that's pretty much obvious it's going to happen, right? I mean what does Savannah Sunshine have that I don't? What has Jessica Rose ever accomplished in her career? Diantha Moreau hasn't even won a single fucking match! And HENDRIX? God bless her soul but she can't hold a ring down like a fortress let alone have more than two weeks of success.

All The Sugar Girls have ever faced is failure, and that's all they've ever known. They cannot overcome any hardships in their lives because they are so used to failure and because of that, they stick to what they're used to. They stick to what they know. Neither of them want to change for the better. Savannah Sunshine and Jessica Rose received two chances at the OWA Bloodline Tag Team Championships and they both left empty handed. I mean shit, they didn't even EARN those matches! They were just given to them! What a joke. Meanwhile, now that I am officially back, I'm going to be working my ass off just like I did in EAW to be on top of this division just like I was on top of theirs. Savannah and Jessica are just stepping stones on my pathway to that desire that I have.

HENDRIX was the first ever OWA Women's Champion and nobody can take that away from her... except Sweet Roxy two weeks after she won it. HENDRIX, you're a very impressive young talent but I promise you that while I've appreciated your alliance to take down our common enemy in V&V Royale, it's time to get back to what we know and that's being in it for ourselves. The only thing is, your attitude has completely changed and now you've revealed yourself as this crazy bitch that only wants to demand, demand, demand. Viola DeMarco caved in and added you to this battle royal when honestly you shouldn't have even been here in the first place. Why would you put yourself through the toughness of a battle royal and potentially a Queen of the Ring match? That match at Boiling Point sounds dangerous as hell, and with your new unpredictable bi-polar attitude you're going to reaaaaally struggle. I promise you that. You could have done what Viola had suggested and wait at the back of the line because our entire division is involved in all of this! If you had waited until after Boiling Point and I didn't win, you could have picked the bones of the victor and taken the ring for yourself. However, it's unlikely because the winner is going to be me both at Kingdom and at Boiling Point. I'm not going to stand back and play all buddy-buddy with you HENDRIX because I am, and have always been, in this business by myself. I have been a lone wolf and have achieved things all on my own from the jump. So don't come at me expecting to team up in this battle royal because honestly you can save it for somebody that gives a damn about your feelings.

Diantha Moreau? Fuck you. You suck. Like, honestly. Are you able to win a match at ALL? If OWA gave you some enhancement talent in a match, would they defeat you? Would you pick up the win? At this point, the latter looks very doubtful. Stay out of my way in this battle royal or else I will make your desire to enter the Queen of the Ring null.

The Storm is back and she's going to turn this division upside down. I will soon be a champion once again...

The Storm is coming...

THE STORM IS COMING.

(The scene opens. The camp was silent no hustle, no bustle, just silence. Everyone wasn’t hustling about no just silence. The camera pops into one of the tents to see a remnant of the army. Miltiades sits in the center looking over the maps and orders strewn on the table. All his soldiers have gone to their posts and now he awaits. Because while they travel the world, they send them back to this secluded location to learn more. But now it’s not a time for learning but a time for reflection.)

At times like this I would lean on Fenix’s words of wisdom. He would tell me a tale of my father and tell me how he was my age he did this and a lesson was learned. I remember him chastising me and telling me to be better ever since I was a child. But in times like these I have to wonder. How much better can I be? Because whether you people know it or not your King is talking, your new ruler is looking to plant his flag in this establishment that should’ve been his from the beginning. And there is nothing that anyone can do to stop it. I’ve had some defeats, I’ve had set-backs but that is all they are. Set backs, and all it is doing right now is delaying the inevitable and that is me pictured at the top with any and all titles I am able to get. What does this mean for me now though. Well it means that Boiling Point, is going to be another one of those moments, those moments that I’m going to get a chance to show everyone that the person they see is the one they’re going to keep seeing for the times that keep coming. And they’ll have to get used to that, because if they don’t they’re just going to regret the reality that comes with it. And that is that no matter their heroes, no matter their protagonists of their story that they’ve laid out in their minds it’s time for the bad guy to win.

(Miltiades grabs a torch and sets ablaze the maps and orders, and as they go up in flames so does the tent he’s in. Symbolically it means that it’s time for the new to overtake and blaze over the old, but for now it acts a beacon, that what is going on in this camp is to cease for now. Because for now it’s time for waiting, and when that wait is over it’s going to be time for everyone to get back into their roles for the hour has come.)

Because what are stories without little swifts and swerves, hell all the good stories have good swerves. The Sixth Sense has the psychiatrist dead, Se7en has the wife dead her head in the box, Inception had the little totem. Swerves make for the best stories, but sometimes with those endings people wonder their conclusion and wonder if this is really it and I am here to tell you that as far as you are concerned, what you are going to see is what is going to happen. CM Nas is going to have his ass handed to him and you are going to be crowning a new champion. But I feel like this means little to you, that we got two weeks before then so why talk about it now. Well because it leads up to my new friend. Senny boy is well the proverbial Rose bush. You see no matter what I do he’s always going to be a huge prick and always going to be in my way up until I dethorn him and render him harmless. And this week I have the chance to do just that. And you know what else I have a chance to do, I have a chance to show everyone how much of a has-been he is. Because people they laud over him, they see him as a savior the true hero of the novel and when their primary one falls they believe it’s going to be up to him to rid the evil that is within OWA. And he knows that, he knows that people see him as a hero and he lets that get to his head and he thinks that he is entitled to a shot at the title. Just like he did the last time I had a shot at this. He butt his way into my match with Nas, a match that I had locked until the very end, until his buddy Stark failed to end his career. And then he takes his month long hiatus and thinks he is great again, but in reality he isn’t he’s just the same man that failed before and will continue to fail because his age is over.

(The fire subsides and comes to a quiet ashy glimmer. The embers still live a little bit but Miltiades is going and extinguishing it all. Walking through the ash lets the smell enter his nose. The smell of the old dying to make way for the new.)

You see what the old guard usually does in this effort. They usually stay in the back and bring wisdom to those who want to make their name, but what Senn is doing is taking every opportunity from people, and trying to make his name, because in his whole time here he has not been able to do so. Hell those who call him a hero only do so because he’s the one with experience but he’s do nothing of note since I’ve been here, but being taken out by Stark. While look at me, I’m near the top in OWA and I’m about to usurp GREED for Tres Comas Club. And then people will realize that I do rule, that the mountain they sit at is the one that I’m going to make my home the top of. And till then I’ll make due, and make mine. That’s the Miltiades Way.

Building a Hero July 21st 2018, 4:38 pm by UncrownedHero0

{BUILDING A HERO}

[The camera flicks on, facing towards the ground in what seems to be a hotel. It raises as it faces away from Zero, sitting on his bed and thinking of his plan of operation for his debut in OWA]

[Zero] This sport is no different in any different ring. Every single person expects you to be as good as your last performance. But how can you be as good as the first when this is your first? It's quite simple, actually. Set the bar. Set the bar for yourself. Impress yourself. Impress them. Impress everyone. Set the bar for every single man in the back every single night so you can prove exactly why you are the best. OWA. I am here for one reason. Competition. The competition here is stacked. The competition tomorrow night is going to be tough for a debut but it is not like it's something that is impossible.

[Zero rubs his hands together and stretches before grabbing a sip of water and pacing around his hotel room]

[Zero] Miles and Judas are all here on the identical plan as I am. They are all here on a quest of competition. The debut of all three of us. The show of a lifetime. The only way to get the win is to set the bar for yourself and raise the bar higher than your competition could imagine reaching. Miles, you said a lot in your undisclosed location. What were you afraid of? People? Did you need seclusion because you know that you are only as good as you can feed yourself that you are? Miles, you did your research. I am beyond flattered at your sudden intake of interest. But, what would drive you to research your opponents? Is it a lack of confidence? Can you not win with only the skills you have in your back pocket? Is it a fear of what I can and what I have done in the world of professional wrestling, in and out of the ring? Or maybe, just maybe there's more. Maybe you are trying to build up on me. Miles, whatever your intentions are, it will be any legal definition of a major letdown. Selfishness has nothing to do with my intentions of professional wrestling. Miles, you claim to know me. You claim to have this false idea that I am this man that you believe I am but it really will be a shame when I show up on Sunday as a different man as you think.

[Zero stops pacing around when he notices a commercial advertisement on his television, promoting the OWA Olympus special tomorrow night. A graphic for the triple threat pans through the screen and Zero takes a seat on the edge of his bed]

[Zero] Then, there's Judas. What can one say about a man who is so far up his as he is convinced he is one of the Twelve Apostles of Jesus Christ himself? You call us average humans but what you aren't understanding is you are just as mortal as Billy Bob down the road eating a hamburger at Wendy's, alright? You question Miles and Myself and I have to hand it to Taylor. Taylor knows what reality is and what reality looks like and the reality is this. We both understand that you have some slight form of god complex where you are of a supernatural nature. Not anymore. Not when I am in the ring because any powers under your convincing shield are wiped clean. Judas. I walk in tomorrow expecting 110% out of you and if you come out with this Jesus Christ Apostle get-up, I may just have to convince Miles to get with me to rip your stupid head off and see how supernatural you really are.

[Zero stands and gets in the face of the camera]

[Zero] Not every single man can do this sport. I've wrestled across the world and I have been against the best of the best. I have beaten the best of the best. I am the best of the best. I am the Uncrowned Hero and that is not a title given to me because of some slight form of not getting it done. It's the showing that there is always something bigger than the man in front of me and this Sunday there will be two men in front of me. I was spare no expenses from this match and I will set a bar unheard of on the Olympus roster. Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Zak Zero and I am the future face of Olympus and the Omega Wrestling Alliance. So hop on the train before it starts moving because it's a bumpy ride from here.

[Zero puts his hand on the camera lens and lowers it down before the promo cuts to black]

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) July 21st 2018, 2:14 pm by Guest

(The Goose is standing there in the middle of a darkroom with a medieval looking leather outfit with a ragged cape wrapped around his neck and a giant unpractical sword strapped to his back. The Goose stays perfectly still with a serious disenchanted look on his face. A voice narration of the Goose begins to play as Japanese kanji in read appears in the background as he speaks.)

Hurt! Humiliation! The Goose has tasted his first encounter in OWA where someone has to say about him. What realistically is 5 mins of dialogue feels like an eternity as Layne speaks about having popped his lost cherry. I suppose this was expected to happen when I signed that contract and The Goose joined this company.

It was much too big to be called a debut. Massive, Thick, Heavy, and far too quick. Indeed, it was like having sex for the first time in a long time; Great, but could had gone a bit longer, but still something worth telling the boys about.

And now, second week into OWA, I face not one, but two men. Layne Kurobane and Kai Stevens. Uninterested. It is far too late for Layne to call this a loss. He lost the instance I made my debut and made my presences in this company and won all the fame and adoration in the first instances I was announced. The Goose is Loose. The Goose is Loose.

I have made a regretful decision perhaps I shouldn’t have gone so far in investing in all this, a parody of an anime that people might not get or appreciate. The costume, the green screen, paying some guy to translate this dialogue in Japanese kanji to play in the background, this over compensating Goose Slayer sword to really drive home the homage I’m trying to lay down. The mixture of 2D animation and 3D used here. It’s too damn much. But I suppose that is what separates me from the rest of them. I give, and I give……. And I give, until others can’t take anymore. This is the Gift of Goose.

The Goose has traveled a treacherous journey to be here. Sitting in the darkness, defeating monsters, waiting for my 90 day non-compete clause to expire, seeking to claim my revenge on the man that ruined my life, Grif-Finneganth Wakefield, and my journey has lead me to here. This is no mere coincidence that I am here. I am here fill the small wound deep in the heart of Omega Wrestling Alliance. I am here to give everybody what they need. Win or lose, I always win, because my presence is rewarding enough, and listening to Layne talk about how to handle an L is a small price that I must pay.

(Note, The Goose is still standing still and delivering all this dialogue in a deadpan tone)

I mean, what is Loss? Baby don’t hurt me. Don’t hurt me,…. no more. Now don’t go Jump anime protagonist on me, Layne. This isn’t some Dragon Ball, Food Wars, and Pok’emon kiddy shit where you lose and that is suppose to make you better or something. If you really wanted to educate someone on how to lose, take that shit to PBS and on Sesame Street and put those losses to good use and count the number of times you lost or something, because spoiler alert, I hope you can count up to two. Nah, The Goose is here to bring the real heavy adult stuff. We talking Hellsing, Beserk, and Puella Magi Madoka Magica type shit. Where losing isn’t an option, and when you do, you fuck shit up for revenge, because mmmmm mhmmm mmmm dats good television. And while I do appreciate the optimism, and wanting to show everybody what you got, this isn’t America’s Got Talent. I ain’t going to give you a stamp of approval because you know how to tell a story. You need to show it to me, and so far, after my handling of Senza last week, I’m not impressed. If you going to talk about how you are what OWA is all about, you best put up a convincing fight, because I’d hate to go 2 for 2 in terms of mediocre talent on this roster so far.

As for Kai Stevens. I ain’t going to lie. I don’t know who the hell you are, and if it wasn’t for Layne bringing up your name a few times, I would had thought you were still Kia. Although this is unnecessary information, and it’s probably best to keep it out for the sake of making this narration shorter, I legit fist fighted a car like it was Street Fighter. A 2015 Kia Optima to be exact, as I thought I was going to be fighting an automobile. Don’t believe me?

(The Black screen behind The Goose still standing still shows footage of The Goose beating the hood of the car with his fist, smashing the glass, and clipping the side view mirrors. The Goose then procceds to swings The Goose Slayer sword and smashes the care repeatively before dropping to his knees, and screaming. “KIA, WE COMING FOR YA. NI…” Footage goes black instantly. The Goose continues to stand still as he continues his narration as Red Japanese Kanji appears in the background.)

As embarrassing as it is, and as disappointed as I am, let’s not forget. I am the Goose, and now, I feel like I’m ready to take on any killer robot car uprising in the future. That’s right, when Aliens invade our world and take forms of our transportation; you can bet your asses The Goose is going to make that save. You’re welcome, world. They gonna make a movie based on me, and Michael Bay will exclusively direct, and Aria Jaxon will be played by Beyonce Knowle, and Steve Buscemi playing Finnegan Wakefield. But don’t worry, Layne, Kai, you can both have a little screen time, after all, this match will be a historic turning point for my career. It’s the beginning of the meteoric rise that is … The Goose. And I’m about to do to Kai, what I did to that car. I’m going to resell it at a lower cost than when it first came in, because when I’m done with you, you ain’t going to be a functioning working automobile. You’ll only be worth the scrap metal you are, that I’m going to use to beat and humiliate Layne Kurobane, which by the way, stupid name. You know it’s stupid if the Goose says so. … Ok, it’s not that lame, because it rhymes. I don’t know if that is intentional or not, but if it means anything, the more time you lose, the easier it becomes to accept that you just suck, and the Goose is better than you. Atleast when you do die, people we talking past your grave plot, going “here lies Layne “The flame “ Kurobane, was a poet and didn’t even decide to pursue that and be a loser wrestler instead.” Yeah, that shit there didn’t rhyme, but that’s because I’m not a poet, I’m the real deal, and by the time I’m done with you, the next chapter of your life, is going to be “How I Foughtt the Goose and Accepted that I am not Worthy?” And no, I don’t look forward to reading it.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) July 21st 2018, 1:43 pm by **Zumi**

Kingdom #1

“Clear Mind”

“That’s all I need right now, a clear mind before my huge match against Roxy. Just a week left and we’re almost there. ”

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Here we go, match number 2 in OWA and after everything that’s been happening it’s good to be back in the ring for one more bout. It’s someone that was on my list of opponents I wanted to face ever since I debuted here. Mia Marie Vega, I’ve had the pleasure of working with your mother on business things for JET and LAW but that’s for things that don’t matter right now. I need to look forward towards Mia this week and Roxy for the week after at Boiling Point. This is big, I want momentum to sway in my favor before I get to Hawaii and my title match. You’re talented, Mia and it’s not just talent that comes from the fact that your mother is one of the biggest legends in this world. There’s a major reason why people expect you to do well in your career, you’ve got the looks, charisma and It Factor. You have all that but I can’t let that get to me heading into our match. One of the biggest matches of my career…. No, this is the biggest match of my career right now. It’s time to shut up critics and do what something that I know I accomplish, and it’s become the TOP Women’s Champ! After everything, it ends the critics, continue building that legacy of mine. It’s why I returned to the Indy scene, I wanted this kind of glory, I want to create a wrestling legacy that no woman can surpass.

You got years before you can ever get on the level of the Almighty Empress, this isn't a joke but the actual truth. I want you to know anything I say shouldn’t be taken to your heart, I truly believe you have the potential to be an all-time great and as The Vanguard of Professional, I want to see talent like you achieve greatness. So I want your best shot, I want all the things you have learned to come at me and fire on all cylinder. Come forth and show what has gotten you that great deal of hype and fight with everything you’ve got! Showcase your talent in front the woman who’s going to capture the Women’s Title! I feel that you have a great chance to show to Viola and the rest of your competition how good you are going into your Queen of the ring match at Boiling Point. But girl, don’t go in hopes of coming out with a win. You’re still going into this match against The Vanguard of Professional Wrestling and even with your best friend near you at commentary, I’m gonna send her message. It’s not me saying that this is going to be a cakewalk, I’m not someone who believes that. I believe that anyone who has talent and the ability to become huge is gonna be a challenge. And I like I told this Diantha, I want to see a fighting spirit from you, I want to see that Vega lineage and blood surge when we meet in the ring. But when you do step in the ring, you get to see something like never before. You’ll get to see an Azumi Goto who hits back and fight harder than anyone in this company. You’ll see someone after that’s happened in her career, be able to fight back and prove why I’m the best. I’ll showcase all that while your best friend is gonna be commentary.

Speaking of Roxy, I hope you come up with some sort of strategy while watching this match. Just watch, don’t intervene and see the woman that coming for your belt. Ask your mom on how to prepare for me, pay the closest amount of attention that you can and I promise you that you might pick up something to counter me. You’ll get to see how someone who’s only relied on herself gets things done in the ring and does in front Philly Crowd. You’ll see the woman you dared to disrespect last week. See I don’t need back up like you, the moment I walked into this company, I knew it was gonna be me vs. Goddess division. It was only a matter of time that you’d eventually see me challenging me for your Women’s Title.

I want you to keep your eyes open for this match, Roxy. I’ll show that abilities of the woman you consider to be an easy win. Takes note because you will definitely need them, spoiled brat.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) July 21st 2018, 1:32 am by André Virgo

(André Virgo sits alone in a dimly lit room holding his SSW Jr. Heavyweight Championship in his lap.)

Question. Who exactly is Douglas Fairland? Where is he? Why should I treat him with respect going into this match? Has he felt the weight of being a leader? The glory of being a champion? I don’t know a Douglas Fairland. The universe hasn’t warned me of this match. All I see is a road to Jacob Senn. A living legend and adversary to my teacher.

Tomi Venus. A scourge on the wrestling kingdom. A liar and a cheater only interested in destruction. Only now does he care about his legacy, trying to live through me, through his surrogate daughter, trying to find youth that has the drive he never had to win the belts he never had and achieve the goals that he’s too broken and crippled to achieve himself. The House of Mazeya is a place of self righteousness disguised as a veteran’s attempts to give back to a world he never wanted to help. The sad thing is these poor souls are naive enough not to question him.

(Virgo stands holding the SSW Jr. Heavyweight Championship at his side.)

I nearly lost everything I’ve earned because of that man. He claims he knew my limits. I accused him of underestimating me. But in reality I think he couldn’t stand to see that his student was already surpassing him. He got me a spot in SSW to see them make me into the star I was destined to be and now that I’ve taken my spot in the sky his eyes can’t adjust to the brightness.

Why will I beat Douglas? Unless he gives me a reason to believe otherwise, it's very simple. I am one with the universe

(Virgo raises his title to the camera.)

and I am the most important champion in the world...

ANDRÉ!...

VIR!...

GO!...

It seems like Dulce Torres has something going for her.

How long did that take? Almost two months. Two months with having all these Goddesses past me by? Two months wondering if I made the best move by signing with Omega Wrestling Alliance? Two months was enough for me last week. I wasn’t going to wait any longer for some dazzling opportunity to come my way. No. Instead, I was going to make my own opportunities. I saw an opportunity presented with me and that was to stamp my ticket to Boiling Part and take part in the Queen of the Ring match. There was no one in the back or in the crowd that expected that from me. People thought I was going to take part in the Last Chance Qualifying Match this week on Kingdom. They took me as a sorry woman that was going to get fed to the likes of Savannah Sunshine. She was supposed to be the Sugar Girl that was going to advance, but no. I crushed that dream from happening. I crushed all the momentum Savannah Sunshine thought that she was rebuilding t0 the ground. I took a woman who once defeated Aria Jaxon on the first episode of Kingdom and I made her realize how far she has fallen from the ladder. I hate to say it - I pushed her off with ease. Savannah did not give much of a fight that I anticipated from her. I expected a woman with so much fighting spirit and heart to give me more of a fight. I was a little shocked it was an underwhelming victory for her. Perhaps, she didn’t take me seriously. Perhaps, she viewed me as a woman she was going to surpass and secure her spot in the Queen of the Ring Match at Boiling Point. To those that missed Kingdom, that was not what happened? For those that have been living under a rock, what happened? I defeated the Princess of Candyland. I defeated a woman who had so much hype to her name the moment this company was launched and I exposed her to the below average talent she really is. Now, she’s in some clusterfuck battle royal while I can sit back and relax to see if she SOMEHOW pulls it off and wins the match. If she does, I’ll be waiting for her. I’ll be waiting to slaughter her with my words. I’ll be here to show ner, Natasha, Mia, and my opponent for Olympus, TyAnna Jupiter what La Artista is all about.

I just want to take time to apologize to losing to such a mediocre piece of trash like TyAnna Jupiter. Is that really what happened? Or is that just a pretty narrative that she is telling me? I could care less, but it doesn’t change what a disgusting woman with a cleft chin is all about. But hey, mediocre talent like TyAnna must have their moment to shine every once in blue moon. Personally, for me, I’m not too phased about it. I came back stronger. It seems like TyAnna did not get what she wants to knock me down the ladder of success. It seemed like she only pushed me down in order to make me stronger for the next time I face her in the ring. I did not expect for the two of us to cross paths so soon, but with this new drive in me, is there anything in this world that can stop me? Is there any Goddess in this Division that can touch me and my level of expertise? My opponents will know the answer to that at Boiling Point and I will be more than happy to prove that to them all at once. For TyAnna, this shouldn’t be her shot to get all high and mighty at me just yet. She got me once, but does she not think that I will let that happen again? I am approaching Olympus unsure of what is going to happen in my match. There are factors like Natasha Night and how she will factor in as special guest referee. Still, that doesn’t stop me from placing all of my focus on TyAnna. That doesn’t take my eye off the prize. Not even for a second. I’m approaching this match with no victory over TyAnna. I get that I was gotten the best out of in the past. I like to say that I’ve learned from that match. On the other hand, I just rather show everyone in the match what they gotta expect from me. Not only at Olympus, but at Boiling Point. It’s a good thing that I will have two competitors in the same ring as me. It’s a good thing because I always work well underneath pressure. I always work well with the eyes on me. I’m just being competitive with TyAnna at the moment. I hope it’s no hard feelings when I get my victory in return. All I'm trying to do is prove that I am the right woman to be the Queen of the Ring.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) July 20th 2018, 9:19 am by Dustin Duke

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God damn it, god fucking damn it! Who the hell do I need to fucking thank, yeah? What son of the bitch in the back do I need to fucking thank? You put me against another damn bitch, and not just any son of a bitch. God damn it you put me against the fucking Spartan Champion, Scotty Adams. Listen up, you fucking bogan. I don’t give a damn what you did before The Law arrived, but you fucking bitch I want you to know right now. Your fucking ass ain’t worth a single god damn dollar, or what the fuck do Aussies even got? Pounds? Dollars too? That’s fucking great, you can have a god damn dollar, but who the fuck is on your money, huh? I bet it’s not George fuckin’ Washington, yeah. I bet it’s not the fucking man Thomas Jefferson, that fucking handsome son of a bitch. You got some fuckin’ cunt on your five dollar bill, yeah? Who the fuck lets a god damn fucking bitch on their money? Why the fuck are you going to let a good for nothin’ but cookin’ and fuckin’ cunt on the damn currency?! They don’t make that shit! Fuckin’ dumb ass Aussies.

See that’s your problem right there, Scotty Adams. That’s your god damn problem right there. You fucking Aussies don’t have any god damn common sense. It’s bad enough you fuckin’ lost a damn war to a fuckin’ bird, but then you do this stupid ass bullshit and put a fuckin’ skank on your damn currency? Who booked this guy in a fuckin’ title slot, huh? Whose the fuckin’ bookerman around these fuckin’ parts? This stupid fucking piece of shit got a damn championship, might as well give it to the fuckin’ homeless guy that’s outside the fuckin’ Arena every week. Hell, even that fuckin’ homeless guy would have more fuckin’ talent than Scotty fuckin’ Adams. Shit, he’d certainly be more charismatic, and you know what? Fuck it, I’d bet you five dollars, American, that the fuckin’ worthless bum outside the Arena would have more substance than Scotty Adams.

You see Scotty, a lot of god damn words come out of your fuckin’ mouth, but what are you really fuckin’ saying, huh? What are you really fucking saying when the bottom line is fuckin’ drawn? God damn, I wouldn’t fuckin’ know. You put everybody to fuckin’ sleep half the god damn time, and the other half they’re too busy wondering whose dick you fuckin’ sucked to get the fucking championship around your waist! It’s absolutely fucking pathetic! This is an American built company! This ain’t fuckin’ Japland! This ain’t the fuckin’ land of foot fetishes! This is the fuckin’ Omega Wrestling Alliance! This is the fuckin’ place to god damn be, but for some fuckin’ reason the place to be is fuckin’ infested with these god damn fuckin’-motherfuckin’-god damn-fuckin’ piece of fuckin’ shit un-american motherfuckin’ cunts. Tell me, Scotty, tell me a fuckin’ story. I want you to give me some fuckin’ substance. Grab a god damn pencil, write some shit down, make it fuckin’ really-really suspenseful, alright? When you finally get that sum’ bitch finished, I want you to clear your fuckin’ throat, alright? Get all of the fuckin’ bookerman’s cum gone before you fuckin’ read that fuckin’ piece of shit story out loud. If you can finish that damn story, you Rocko soundin’ fuck, without me and everyone else here in the god damn beautiful USA falling asleep, then I will personally pat you on the back. I will tell you good fuckin’ job, and then I’ll deport your fuckin’ wallaby lookin’ ass right back to New Zea- Euro- Germ- Australia! All you fuckin’ other countries look the same, except Africa. Ain’t no confusing, those pieces of shit.

Whoever is running this shit show, I want you to get whatever fuckin’ goddess’s dick is in your mouth out the moment out and pay attention. When I beat, not if, when I beat Scotty Adams I want one of three things to happen. I want you to scrap the god damn piss fuckin’ poor plans you had for the Aussie fuck at Boiling Point, alright? That’s the fucking first thing. Second thing, you still paying attention you fuck? Second thing, I want you to grab Jon McAdams name out of a fuckin’ hat and thumbtack that name down for a spot on Boiling Point against me. Oh, but I’m not fuckin’ finished. See, when I beat, again not if, when I beat Scotty Adams I want you to fuckin’ make a god damn triple threat for the fuckin’ Spartans Championship. I don’t give a fuck what fuckin’ joke you got lined up for a match. I don’t give a fuck who you got planned to fuckin’ face the human wallaby, but plans are subject to fuckin’ change. Oh shit, third thing, yeah? Third motherfuckin’ thing, bookerman! I want a god damn dressing room that’s not filled with these fuckin’ cunts. I want the fuckin’ sign on my door to read loud and fuckin’ clear. Americans only! Hell, fuck that. Put on that god damn sign, you people are not allowed in.

This fuckin’ company is going to realize, you don’t mess with the fuckin’ Law. Scotty, you can talk to Holly, Molly, Polly, hell you can fuckin’ ring up Dolly Parton and talk to that old bitch, but it ain’t going to get you anywhere, son. When you step into the ring with The Law, you’re going to come face to face with everything that a real American born man is. A fuckin’ workin’ son of a bitch, that’s rough and tough. A son of a bitch that’s got a fat fuckin’ wife at home with three fuckin’ kids to feed, and god damn Scotty, I ain’t about to let one of your people beat the fucking Law. Let it fuckin’ be known right here, and right now. Scotty Adams, you’ fought the law and the law won. You fought the law and the law won.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) July 20th 2018, 8:06 am by Guest

We fade in from black to a shadowed figure crouched along the scaffolding of a dimly lit theater. The open stage can be seen clearly and the remnants of the “On Your Feet!” set are in clear view. The figure stands up and runs his hands through his hair, turning to the camera to reveal his painted face.

Judas. That is my name. It may not be the name that I was born with or the name that I chose but it’s the name that I carry with me wherever I go. I’ve journeyed from underground fighting rings to respected promotions to fighting rings to respected promotions… back and forth, back and forth… but if there has been one constant it has been “Judas”. I’m sure that you have all heard the biblical tale of how Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss, selling him out to the Roman Centurions and allowing his leader --his friend-- to be crucified. It doesn’t take a man with genius intellect to connect the dots between he and I. Just as Judas did, I betrayed those closest to me. I stabbed them all in the back time and time again, no matter where I found myself or who I joined forces with. It didn’t take long before the hatred and spite spread and crowds began chanting “JUDAS! YOU’RE A JUDAS! JUDAS!” at me… and that’s when I finally realized who I truly was. My birth name ‘Nassor Baz’ was nothing more than just that: A birth name. Judas is who I am. The moment I came to accept my true name I unlocked a dark power deep within myself that no one else before me has ever come close to. This is a mortal vessel but the spirit that dwells inside has lived a milenia and trudged through the darkest, most dangerous depths of Hell and fought his way back to this plain. It is through this spirit that I am no longer mortal and, if I were to be blunt… I have never felt so unstoppable.

I look forward to this first challenge.

In my OWA debut I must meet not one but two men inside the proverbial squared circle. They go by the names of Miles Taylor and Zak Zero. I do not know either of these men and they do not know me but just in speaking their names aloud I can feel that something significant differentiates myself from my two adversaries:

Judas walks along the theater scaffolding towards the camera until his face fills the recording. He smiles.

The pressure.

He takes a step back and allows his surroundings to fill the screen once more. He stands in the center with a more relaxed expression now on his face.

The pressure is the difference between Zak Zero, Miles Taylor and myself. For two average, competitive humans the pressure is on and they have the pressure of ensuring they impress someone. It may be the audience, it may be someone backstage or it may even be themselves but regardless of why that immense pressure is on them and it won’t stop until the bell has rung to declare a victor for our match. For myself? There’s nothing. I fight, I brawl, I grapple… because I enjoy it. I enjoy feeling the sweat drip from my body, the blood dripping from my opponents’ faces as they are beaten and battered, the raw and unfiltered power that comes with winning championship gold. These are what drive me. I need not worry about what others see in me because I know who and what I am. I am the big bad wolf just waiting for the sun to set and the full moon to rise so that I can hunt for my prey. I am the man in the shadows waiting and stalking the innocent passersby, looking for my next victim. Whether or not it is liked it will be seen, heard and felt by everyone who dares step to me.

So why do I continue to spread my plague of betrayal across professional wrestling and not focus my energy on something more grand? Well, allow me to answer that question with another question. Where else is another man allowed to throw another man off the top of a twenty foot cage or put another man through a burning table or break another man’s bones? Nowhere. If I did these things anywhere else I would be branded more than just a traitor. I would be a criminal… but not here, not in OWA. I can do as I please with little consequence and no one can stop me. I can harness the souls of my enemies with ease, reach control within the chaos that binds all of us together and reach my maximum potential as the casting shadow on Omega Wrestling Alliance. The obtaining of championships and wealth will simply be a bonus but one that I assure you all I will take full advantage of. After all, that is what someone who looks out only for himself should do.

You see, the name ‘Judas’ is not a burden or a punishment but a gift in the form of a reminder that I am the ultimate and most effective opportunist that has ever stood inside of a professional wrestling ring. I do not hesitate to turn my back on those who have promised to aid me in my quest the moment they lose their usefulness and I do not have sympathy for those who do not have anything to offer for me in return for my own. The world is a cruel place and one that has spent far too long being commandeered by men who believe in loyalty and “justice”. There is a reason that loyalty does not last. Humans are survivalists. We are animals that look out for ourselves and the sooner that is recognized the sooner you all will realize that these false prophets you look up to are nothing more than figments of an old fool’s imagination created to hold us back.

However, I do not wish for my exposition to distract you from the fact that Miles Taylor has already taken his opportunity to speak out. Such natural boldness has become uncommon in places such as this and so it is always a pleasure to see someone so willing to poke the sleeping bear. I admire the bravery of doing so but you will meet defeat all the same, Mr. Taylor. It takes much more than a master technician with a short fuse and a big mouth to best an entity such as myself. Calling me out was brave but challenging me with a dare? That, my friend, was nothing short of stupid. When a man’s soul is taken he does not always react the same. With some their fall is almost instantaneous and they collapse without warning. With others they may at first crumble, like a once-proud castle slowly being chipped and worn away by mother nature until eventually nothing is left. A rare few are able to stand the test of time and continue battling with their inner demons and are able to stand tall. After all, my power is not completely unavoidable. Which of the three are you, Miles Taylor? And I ask Zak Zero the same. You may try and have me believe that yours is more bitter and more rotten than any man I have ever crossed paths with before but I can assure you that I am at the epitome of that list and not a single living, breathing individual will ever come close to the havoc that mine would wreak if given the opportunity.

Judas smirks one final time, running a hand through his long, slicked hair.

And that opportunity will come soon enough.

The lights in the theater all cut out and the camera can see nothing but Judas’ white and red painted face and wide grin. The scene fades to black.

Olympus: Vol. 1

(TyAnna Jupiter excitedly paces back and forth in her medium sized green room with Tomazeya sitting down and reading on his phone.)

TyAnna: That was amazing! I made such an impact in my debut, plus I feel like I’ve gained the respect of the crowd and the other women on the roster!

Tomazeya: Smell the roses now, but your next challenge is quickly approaching.

TyAnna: What challenge? Dulce Torres? I beat her before. What’s stopping me from doing it again, and this time for the world to see.

Tomazeya: Your inexperience is showing TyAnna. You might think that an opponent’s loss to you in the past means you’re going to have an easy victory but all you’ve done is give her a hurdle to overcome. By beating her you’ve given yourself more value and as a result you’ve made yourself the perfect stepping stone for Torres. That’s exactly why you can’t let her beat you this week.

TyAnna: What a pretty story, an underdog overcoming her demons. But I’m the hero of this story and heros don’t fall to such novice competition. I can take this seriously enough to keep Dulce in her place on Olympus. Then once everyone else comes together to battle it out for Queen of the Ring then the Guardian of Love will prevail to rise above and take her crown.

Tomazeya: In a perfect world, but the situation isn’t that simple. Another factor to consider is Natasha Night being the guest referee for your match with Torres. Night will also be competing for Queen of the Ring, and if she’s smart she’ll take this as an opportunity to take out competition before Boiling Point to increase her odds of winning.

TyAnna: How ugly. That’s not how a Queen acts. If the odds are skewed will the winner of Queen of the Ring truly be deserving of such a title?

Tomazeya: Crowns are given to those who win. Your code of honor is admirable but it’s a weaknesses your opponents will exploit. Olympus will be an important test for you. Understand that you’re not walking into a sanctioned contest, you’re walking into the lion’s den. You are a warrior capable of overcoming such an obstacle but only if you have your wits.

TyAnna: Well that’s what I have you for. If things get dicey you can help me get out of it, right?

Tomazeya: There’s only so much I can do in my condition. I can coach you and cause a slight interference if possible but if you lose control of the situation at most I might be able to give you a life line. Even then I can’t promise you anything.

TyAnna: So what should I do?

Tomazeya: Focus. You’ve proven yourself capable of beating Dulce Torres when you focus. But don’t assume Natasha Night will be doing her job as referee. Remember that as long as you are out there you need to be prepared to fight, the bell means nothing. This is merely one battle in the war to crown a Queen.

(*OOC: From this point on the promo is just development and not relevant to the match.*
The door is heard opening and closing. Tomazeya pushes himself up with his cane and stumbles a bit forward catching his balance. TyAnna jumps forward to help Tomazeya steady himself before stepping back to let him stand to the uninvited guest.)

Tomazeya: Oh. You’ve come crawling back?

(André Virgo steps into frame.)

Virgo: I’m sure you’ve dreamed plenty about that haven’t you? No. I’m just here to let you know that OWA officials approached me about facing off against your rival Jacob Senn. I wanted you to know that I plan on beating him and dedicating the victory to the countless times he beat you.

Tomazeya: Haha! That’s funny. The last thing I remember about Jacob Senn was leaving him in a pool of his own blood to prove that all of those losses to him mean’t nothing.

Virgo: Oh? Was that in the same promotion that left you in this condition? Standing on a cane and needing a younger woman to be your nurse? She’s even younger than your usual escorts.

TyAnna: Hey! If you wanna pick a fight I'm the one who isn't using a cane!

Tomazeya: TyAnna. Pay no mind to this backstabbing bastard.

Virgo: Backstabbing? Me? I wasn’t the one who handed Tres Comas Club over to an egomaniac!

(Virgo looks over at TyAnna.)

Virgo: Queen of the Ring huh? I hope for your sake he has some faith in you and doesn’t cost you everything you’ve scratched and clawed for! Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go bide my time with some no name opponent before Jacob Senn is given to me to prove that I don’t need you.

(André Virgo leaves the room and Tomazeya sits back down with some assistance from TyAnna.)

TyAnna: You just let him talk to you like that? I could have kicked his ass right then and there!

Tomazeya: Don’t worry about him, I have ways of putting people in their place.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) July 19th 2018, 5:52 am by Miles Taylor

The location is an unidentified room somewhere, with the only parts of it that is visible as the camera lights up being the back wall, made entirely of brick. It’s clear this is more of an older building, and likely hasn’t been well taken care of in a number of years. As the camera continues recording, it’s just a bit of…nothing. No action, no noises. Eventually, the sound of a creaky metal door echoes throughout…whatever this building is. As it slams shut, footsteps echo against what is apparently concrete floors. Soon, a figure walks into frame. He’s only visible from the waist up, wearing a dark grey hoodie with white strings for the hood, both hanging at an even length. For anyone who has been following the news of OWA, it’s now clear who this man is: he’s one of the newest signees here, Miles Taylor. Miles pulls something out of frame across the floor, and as he adjusts the object, it only for a split second becomes apparent what it is: a wooden stool. Sitting it down, Miles sits on it and rubs his left hand across the bottom half of his face, his eyes aimed somewhere between the camera lens and the floor. His gaze eventually rises up to the lens, and he begins talking.

“I knew it was gonna be...different. I knew, when I first stepped foot here, that this company wasn’t gonna be like any of the others I’ve been with before. But I’ve gotta say: Omega Wrestling Alliance? You’ve topped yourself, you really have. In my debut match, I’m taking on two men who have such a fire behind them, such passion for the causes they believe in, that I truly believe I’m not walking into a standard wrestling match – I’m walking into a war zone. I’m gonna be on the frontlines of a catastrophic triple threat match, and I could not be more excited.”

Miles grins, his tongue finding itself tracing the inside of his bottom lip. His gaze again falls a little bit, but he eventually refocuses. As he looks back up, he scratches the underside of his chin, where a fair bit of stubble currently resides. His face looks to get a bit more intense as he moves on with what he’s saying.

“But, just like real life combat in war zones, there has to be casualties. And for my opponents? That’s where they come in.” Miles takes this opportunity to now strengthen up, his eyes locked in an almost trance like state on the lens as he continues on. “Most people who go in for the kill, they want to know as little about their victims, as little about their prey as possible. They trick themselves into thinking that if they know nothing about their target, it makes it easier to put them down. Quite frankly? They could never be more wrong. I love knowing just who I’m on the hunt for, who I’m destined to finish off…and that journey, that hunt, has led me to Sunday’s triple threat on Olympus. My targets? Zak Zero and Judas.”

Miles runs a hand through his hair as he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes as he does so, almost as if to calm himself down before he continues on. Whether this is out of resentment towards the two names he just uttered or out of genuine thrill for the so called ‘hunt’ he’s describing is unclear. However, he’s very quick to continue on.

“Zak, you’re an interesting man to me. Believe me, I’m done the research – you’re a wrestler, your father was a wrestler…I really wanna respect the pedigree, I do, but the more I dug, the more I grew…disgusted with what I saw. I see a man with so much promise, so much potential, and you best be really soaking this message in right now because I am not the type to give praise ever. But what sickens me about you, Zak? Is that you seek the very approval I just begrudgingly gave you. You go out to that ring, and every single time, you fight for the people behind the barrier. You fight for the people who give you admiration, the people that you claim keeps you in this business. No, Zak – selfishness keeps you in this business. You only care about the opinions of those people, “the fans”, if they’re feeding your ego, making you feel as if you’re some type of god…and you’re just NOT. It’s time for a wake-up call Zero, but it’s not gonna be in the form of a polite voice from the hotel front desk, it’s gonna be in the form of my boot rattling your skull as it meets the side of your face. It’s gonna be in the form of my fist pushing itself through your teeth, and pulling a couple of them out with me as it retracts. You can claim that your motivations are to outdo your father, or to win championships because “that cements your legacy”, you can claim whatever you want. I already know the man you really are, and I also know the shell of him you’ll be when I’m done with you this Sunday.”

Miles now retracts his pointer finger, which he had aimed at the lens as he ran down the man he believes to be a fraud. Wiping the lower half of his face again, Miles takes another steadying breath before pushing on with his words.

“Now, I fully plan on leaving Zakk nothing but a mere man’s carcass. But the other man in this match, Judas? Well, from what I’ve learned about him from his past so far, he doesn’t believe himself to be any mere man – he sees himself as a deity, a reaper who is here to take the souls of those who he defeats in action. To Judas, I have no harsh words, I have no threats. I have only one thing for him – a challenge. I challenge, I dare you, to try and take my soul, because here’s what’s gonna happen if you succeed: what you’re gonna be in possession off is going to be so repulsive, so vile, even a spirit as evil as you will want nothing to do with it. You don’t get a mean streak like mine with a pure spirit resting inside of you. If you manage to somehow get my soul, as you so wish? It’s gonna burn your hands to the touch with the sheer amount of anger and thirst for damage that resides within it. Luckily for you, Judas, I’m doing you a favor – it won’t seem like it a first, what with the pain I’ll be inflicting and all, but in the end, you’ll thank me. You’ll thank me, because you won’t be burdened with what I’ve grown accustomed to living with my entire career thus far.”

Miles has now leaned a fair bit off of his seat, his eyes locked heavily on the camera, almost as if he’s giving a death stare past the lens. His nostrils are flared, with heavy breaths coming from him. It’s clear that whatever ‘is within him’ works him up quite a bit. After pausing, Taylor reclines back into a more comfortable position on the stool, and looks to finish up his train of thought.

“When I started this promo, I said that these two men have real fire behind them, fueling them forward. I stand by that statement. But yet, I stand by this one, too: I’m not gonna extinguish those flames…instead, I’m going to help rake those coals, and as us three combatants do battle, I’m going to watch as you two combust, or maybe even you’ll burn out…but either way? Miles Taylor will be the man stepping forward, and you’ll both be mere stepping stones as I ascend within the Omega Wrestling Alliance.”

With that, Miles hops off the stool, with only his chest now in view. As he reaches past the lens, a faint click is heard as he switches off the camera. The screen quickly goes black, and this segment appears to be over.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) July 19th 2018, 3:42 am by Layne Kurobane

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Hurt! Humiliated! Layne Kurobane has tasted his first defeat! Within the blink of an eye - a mere three seconds - the clouds have closed once more and his silver lining has vanished! A fire has been sparked, engulfing everything around him as his dreams of grandeur have gone up in smoke! His adversary has left him far behind - climbing higher and higher up the mountain in their pursuit for gold while Layne has been left stranded! The emphatic loss he has suffered haunting his every thought! It bleeds into every memory! It walks alongside him with every step he takes, whispering to him a reminder of that day! And now in the midst of his hopes shattering before him lies a new challenge! One where he must once more take on two opponents as he struggles to gasp for air in the fallout of his first and perhaps greatest setback!

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One of many.

That’s all it is. I expected nothing less here. I won’t sit here and tell Isaac he was the better wrestler out there, but he was the smarter competitor, and that is exactly where I failed. He knew what to do to get the better of me, and I paid for that in spades. Right now I’m sitting here empty-handed with my future uncertain while he’s got a World Championship shot at Boiling Point. Yeah, I guess I could bitch and moan and feel sorry for myself. Why not? I did everything in my power to prove something out there, and it wasn’t good enough. Years and years of busting my ass, and when an opportunity showed itself, I fell flat on my face and let it escape. For years I thrived elsewhere. I thrived in the underground where I was what you might call a big fish in a small pond. I conquered, and I dominated, and I thrived. Yet, it always felt meaningless, and it was. It was all completely meaningless, and that’s on me. I never brought any value to anything I did. I never bothered to color outside the lines of my comfort zone, and for that, I deserve every single bit of this. I deserve this loss. I deserve this humiliation. I deserve to get knocked down a peg for thinking it would be this easy. It’s admittedly started making me question if I’m really as good as I think I am, or if I ever was. It’s a feeling that eats away at you when you’ve lost something and don’t know where else to go and can’t fully understand how you weren’t able to succeed. In just one moment, I saw what I believed was a chance to pave my way towards a win, and it was an absolute dead end. There’s a lot of things I’m feeling right now… Anxiety… Despair… Humiliation...

Excitement.

I have never been more thrilled to lose in my entire life! Because THIS is exactly what I’ve been looking for. THIS is where I wanted to be, and the very moment I realized I’d made a fatal mistake and lost a match I was sure I could win… I felt a rush unlike any other. I spent so Goddamn long wasting my time elsewhere when I could have been here, working towards something meaningful. Working towards a Championship that I could proudly hold up and put on the line against any and all challengers. A legacy that I could have forged if I had only been wise enough to know when I was being a greedy little bastard that wanted nothing but his instant gratification! Right now, I’m sitting here at the absolute bottom of the proverbial food chain. I’m at the very bottom of the ladder right now, and I can’t help but wonder how many others have been here and just decided to call it quits. How many before me looked up at this daunting thing and told themselves that it just wasn’t worth it? Dozens? No, hundreds - THOUSANDS! Countless people that have thrown in the towel because they let the taste of a bitter loss permanently scar their mouths and they convinced themselves that they simply weren’t good enough. That’s bullshit. There’s no doubt in my mind that there’s always gonna be someone better than you, but that’s the thrill of it. There’s nothing more exciting to me than getting bested by someone because that just gives me something else to work towards. I will scratch and I will claw for as long as it takes until Isaac Thornton is laid out on a canvas with only the words of the Ring Announcer to remind him of the defeat he just endured because I aim to prove I’m better than him, and that I’m better than the next man up, and the one after that, and the one after that, AND THE ONE AFTER THAT!

Looking up from the bottom just makes me want to climb again and again.

I want to be up there, and I’ll do anything it takes to make that happen. Do you understand, Goose? How about you, Kai? Are you willing to do that? Do you have it in you to prove that you’re better than me? Do you believe in your heart of hearts that you are fully capable of being the one to walk out of Kingdom with a win? Because this isn’t just a match to me anymore. This is my redemption. This is the momentum that I take BACK - not because I want it, but because I need it. I need this more than anything you can imagine, and to anyone else, this might be just the debut of someone or just another contest for somebody else, but as far as I’m concerned, the chips are all on the table and it’s do or die. I don’t know either one of you in the slightest, but I aim to get to know you very, very well when that bell rings. Right now the two of you have a choice to make: You can either be every bit as good as you think you are right now, make me taste another defeat, and become another name for me to strive to best… Or… Or you can test how strong your will really is, and you can take this spot I’m warming for you right now here at the very bottom. You can look up at this ladder with no end to it in sight and question if it’s worth climbing up anymore if you got this far and failed. Where you go from there remains to be seen, but rest assured that I don’t feel like sitting on my ass here for another day. Come Kingdom, when everyone is talking about Boiling Point and Isaac Thornton and Finnegan Wakefield and Scotty Adams and who will be there and who will win and who will walk out as a winner… If only for several minutes, I will bring their attention to me, and I will make them see what Layne Kurobane is about. Your eyes. Tressler’s eyes. The fans’ eyes.

Everyone.

I will do everything in my power to make them forget Boiling Point and their Champions even exist to show what I can do, and I will step inside that ring in Philly a different man than I was the week before. That’s not something I aim to make an occasional thing either. I don’t intend to open my eyes and reflect on my own bullshit every time I’m wallowing in a loss. I aim to be better than I was last week every single week. I spent a long Goddamn time cutting down opponents with dull blades, and here I FINALLY get to sharpen them for once in my life. Right now the challenge is if you can be the one to put a stop to that and shatter those blades of mine before you’re the one on the wrong side of them, and they shatter you instead. I’m not running from this. Not a chance. I’ve got too much to fight for. Isaac Thornton already forgot who I am, but I’ll never forget him, because he’s as much of a reason to keep fighting as you are, Goose and Kai. You’re the biggest challenge of my life until the bell rings and I have my hand raised. I don’t intend to underestimate you. I will take everything you have to give, and will not let this opportunity escape. Not again. I’m gonna take it all back this week, and I’m gonna make you watch, whether you’re sitting at ringside, sitting in the crowd, or sitting in the ring, wallowing in your own defeat.

Go for broke.

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The flames rise! They scorch everything around him! Yet he walks through them! Layne Kurobane proves the flames are nothing more than an illusion! A mere smokescreen that sends most men spiraling into despair! Destroying them! Many have chosen to sooner dig their grave and let their self-loathing rain the dirt down upon them until there is nothing more than just a grave! A nameless grave cursed to be forgotten! The spark has proven to not merely be around Layne, but within! A spark that has started a fire unlike any other! It drives him! It motivates him to become that much better! This fire displays itself in his eyes that he now focuses with upon his new challenge! He does not let despair’s seductive temptation drag him away towards the grave! He refuses! He refuses! This will not be the end of his journey! His advent has only just begun! He marches on! He keeps going, win or lose! Humiliation and defeat be damned! He keeps going! On to Kingdom! On to the next challenge!!

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Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) July 15th 2018, 12:00 am by ScottyAdams

The Silenced Lamb ---

Date: 11/7/2018
Time: 10:00 am
Location: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA
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We open to the interior of what appears to be a storage facility, nestled away within the back streets; not quite at the level where one could say it's abandoned, because it isn't - but it has been neglected by the governance of the city for at the very least, the last three or four years. The concrete that lines the ground is cracked, and the storage lockers themselves are guarded by lightweight steel shutters, the majority of which have rusted over and have various graffiti atop of them - a byproduct of the neglect that has been shown to this portion of the city.

There are also at least twenty-five cobwebs strewn around the setting, which is evidenced as we pan around, mentally 'counting' each one but soon realising that is an excerise in futility due to the sheer volume of webs; spiders residing within them that are visible. Yet we're not here to merely *observe* the scenery or give commentary on how the local government *should* at least attempt to 'clean up' this area. If we were, don't you think we'd be bringing in guests or citizens to engage in discourse about the disrepair? About *solutions* to make this place look as it once was? Or, well, how we assume it once looked anyways.

Rather, we're here because of the request given to us by our superiors. Well, duh, that's how it usually goes whenever we film, but they specified that we had to be here *now*, instead of being in any other location; to ensure we provided the best quality filming that we are known for. Continuing to pan around, we can hear the gentle creaking of one of the shutter doors (that we should have mentioned, had been left slightly open, which served as an indication someone was in there), before it opens enough for us to make out two figures standing behind the shutter.

One masculine and one feminine figure - both of whom appear to be cradling cardboard boxes in their arms. Well, in the case of the masculine figure - who we assume was the one that opened the shutter, the box is nestled under his left armpit; his left forearm placed under it so that it doesn't fall down. In unison, the two slightly duck down, stepping forward and out of the 'locker', before the male places the box gently atop the concrete, so that he can once again close the shutter, before pivoting around; picking the box back up.

It is now, that we can finally get a good enough look at the two, so that we can actually identify them. The male figure, is of course, none other than Scotty Adams - who is attired in a azure/obsidian 'business casual' shirt, midnight black shorts and maroon/obsidian Nike Hypermax sneakers, whilst the female is Holy Laurence, an secretarial assistant at 'Adams Enterprises'; one of Scotty's closest friends and confidants and attired in a white t-shirt, jet black leggings; baby blue/slate Reebok sneakers. Smiling, she glances at Scotty as he calmly strides over towards her, softly blushing when he returns her smile as the two commence their walk along the cracked concrete path that leads to the dirt and gravel parking lot.

Holly: Where was it you said you wanted to take these again?

Laughing, Scotty remarks "We'll take them back to the apartment; Bec said she'll have XTRL pick them up from there tomorrow morning," revealing that these two boxes contain items pertaining to the deal 'Adams Enterprises' has with XTRL limited have in regards to the new collaboration project that was recently announced. One, that involves the release of 'Wings of the Defiance'.

A mini-documentary which has documented Scotty's return to the ring; his subsequent attaining of the OWA Spartan's championship; is scheduled for release in February of next year,. As well as XTRL agreeing to finance the annual 'Festival of Hope' Scotty is hosting on September 21 in Chicago, as part of his continual desire to ensure that people who aren't necessarily in the position to enrich themselves with certain privileges to be able to have a voice. To be given a platform, that they otherwise would be denied.

"This *isn't* the only reason I called you to do this, however," he states, the calm yet somewhat perturbed expression in his eyes (along with the more jagged inflection in his voice) hinting at this reason being more 'personal' to him. Causing Holly to feel a small knot rise within her own stomach, as she ponders just what else he could have called her here for.

Holly: Hm?

Inhaling deeply, Scotty gazes into her eyes, unsure even himself on how best to convey these words. On how he should explain this, even though he knows that Holly cares for him - that she has been his 'sounding board' many times before.

"I - I had another breakdown. *He* once more, tried to consume me ---," his words drifting off as a slight flash of 'Zion' manifesting within Scotty's mind back in Japan, as well as the 'nightmare' he had experienced two nights ago. A nightmare, that he hasn't even revealed to Bianca. Allowing those words to settle within her mind, Holly attempts to construct a response - trying to procure the best means in which she can guide Scotty. That she can 'calm' him down, as his breathing has started to slightly stagger after the words left his lips. Slightly pivoting towards him, she gently leans forward; places a soft, reassuring kiss on his lips.

Holly: Bianca told me about that - you know that *he* wants you to feel isolated; alone within his game. Within his trap.

Nodding, Scott feels a tear in his eye, as his mind slightly throbs - It's Zion, trying to unshackle itself from its prison. The chains, that have bound it, its only desire to see Scott crumble. To see him, finally cave to the temptation; the alluring darkness and sheer *hell* that encapsulates him. Just as it's always been. A soft sigh floats into the air from his lips, as he responds: "Yeah, I know - it's just hard. It just feels like no matter *what* I try. No matter *how* much I hold him away, that ultimately - it is *all* what he desires," as he continues the walk towards the snow white/crimson red Van they hired for these proceedings. Well, this delivery anyways.

Holly: *Gently, as she pivots back forwards, feeling the weight of the box begin to pulsate throughout her body* I know. That is why we're here - that is why we're willing to help you. You know this, hun. You know deep down that even if he *does* find a way to consume you, that you have the light. That you have the strength to resist him. To cast your light within his core.

A gentle smile radiates across his face as those words float around inside of him, as he feels his breathing relax. She's right - the strength that 'Zion' holds, is one that has been granted to him by Scotty himself. And logically, if *he* is the one that gave'Zion' the strength to fester; the supposed vassal to perpetuate his claim for destruction and 'hell upon earth' to rise forth, then he is the one that can bring about its end. It's that simple, when you think about it - and uses the old adage of 'the creator and the destroyer' as its basis.

You know, the adage/saying that people use about those who are responsible for the *creation* of something, being the ones that can bring about its ultimate destruction? Because it's true - and as he allows those words to resonate deeper inside of his mind; drown 'Zion' within their own chamber, his gentle smile morphs itself into a wry smirk.

"I plan to," eventually leaves his lips, accompanied by a soft yet relaxed exhale, just as the two reach the trunk of the van; Scotty adjusts the box enough so that he can use his right hand to open the cold; steel trunk, then side step to the right. Enabling Holly to calmly walk next to him; lean forward, gently position the box in the front right corner of the trunk. Just as Scott places his box neatly behind hers.

"No matter if it means I *must* go against my own fibre," whispering this to himself, he arises to a vertical position once more, before raising his right hand; slamming the door shut before slowly making his way around to the driver's side door, as Holly does the same on the passenger's side.

It is then, that the sounds of the doors simultaneously opening can be heard, as the soft groan of 'Zion' radiates within Scotty's mind - almost subconciously knowing that if it is to strike; if it is to vanquish the binding chains, then it has no choice but to strike now. When he is vulnerable, yet it just can't. No matter how much it groans, it is drowned out by the serenading voice of Joely' that rises within his mind.

**You hold the key - you are the one who can *save* us. Just like you are the one that can liberate 'me'**

"I know," he gently whispers, placing the key into the ignition, as Holly glances at him, an expression of understanding across her face. She knows about the 'voice' he hears inside his head of Joely - much like the voice of 'Zion', yet this is more angelic. This is more a case of him clinging onto every last remnant that he can of her
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Dear Kai,

You seem to hold this *thought* that you can intimidate me. That just because you can use the same imagery, the same verbiage that I do, that it is meant to invoke fear. That it is meant to attempt to give me 'a dosage of my own medicine' if you wish to call it that. When you couldn't be any further from the *truth*. You see, this isn't foreign to me - I've seen it all before. I've seen people spout words they cannot comprehend, in the hopes that it would *scare* me.

That you would feebly claim that "hey, look. I counterbalance you, so your words have no effect on me", and attempt to decipher the prophecy they hold. Only to fall flat on your face when you realise that you are merely playing into the maze. That it is you; you *alone*, who sprung the web of your demise. As evidenced by your failure to truly comprehend what the 'Silver Bullet' moniker - well, no, to call it a moniker would be a lie. As it is not something that can merely be encapsulated by such a title. Rather, it is a methodology; an ideal.
---

Exhaling softly, Scotty glances out at the vast; surprisingly open road ahead, the strains of 'Lithium' being heard emitting from the car radio, as Holly glances out the passenger side window, absorbing everything she sees. Allowing herself, to clear her mind. Just as Scott himself is doing. Allowing the music to filter into his mind, Amy Lee's voice acts as a sweet hymn to him. An escape, from the catacombs that is his final chambers. The myriad of 'clogs', that inhibit his mind; cause him to occasionally unlock Zion's chains - much like that day in Japan.

Much like he did, when he was cooped up in the hospital, with nothing but his own thoughts to keep him company. Not even *Bianca* was able to come; visit and give him the 'blanket' he so desperately craved. A blanket, that would have been able to suffocate the thoughts; the manifestations that roamed throughout his mind throughout those dark, lonely hours.

"He should have finished the job - he should have *killed* me," he calmly utters under his breath, ensuring that his words are quiet enough so as not to cause any fear to awaken inside of Holly, who is blissfully unaware of the torment seeping inside his mind. "But he *failed*. He could bring himself, to commit the final act," Inhaling softly, Scotty allows his eyes to blink, as he turns right; onto. E. Moyamensing Street. A street, that is regarded as one of the most beautiful in the city - a sentiment that Scott himself agrees with.
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What is that Ideal? You see, the 'Silver Bullet' is known as the simple; catch all solution to an intractable problem. A problem, that cannot be solved by other means, no matter how much people wish for it to be. A problem, like *you* attempt to portray yourself as being, Kai. Just like the gimmickry; the concept of wrestling being about how much you can try and paint a picture of yourself. How much you can try and 'tap into' or feed the lusting desires society claims to hold, is all you need in order to be successful. When that couldn't be further from the case at all - see, all I desire.

All this sport desires, is for purity to reign once more. For the artform, to go back to being solely about whether or not you *are* the best at your craft, just as I have proven. Each and every time I set foot inside of that ring. I don't *need* an echo chamber; I don't *need* to hide behind a facade. Attempt to be something that I am not. Can the same be said about *you*? Be honest with me here, Kai. We both know that your exclamation of my demise is just a projection of how insecure you are. Of how when you look deep inside your mirror, you see *me*. You see that I am, what you have always desired - and that hurts you, doesn't it?
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Glancing around at the lustrous homes that reside on this street, Scotty smiles to himself - not the wry or half smile that we have become accustomed to over the years, or even throughout our recordings of him during this portion of his tale. No, this is a *legitimate*; broad smile.

The type of smile, usually reserved for the times he is with Bianca. Alone and wrapped within her warm, comforting embrace. The taste of her lips, lingering freely atop his own. Allowing the final strains of 'Lithium' to resonate throughout the otherwise silent; crisp air, he lifts his right hand off the steering wheel; places it gently atop Holly's right shoulder, softly rubbing it.

Holly: *softly exhaling, feeling his touch* Everything okay?

"Yeah," he states calmly. "Just doing some thinking. It's beautiful, isn't it?" his question an attempt to get his mind to trail away from its isolated thinking, he watches as Holly smiles and nods in response.

Holly: Yeah, it really is.

"It *is* one of the most beautiful streets in Philly, after all. And a place I like to come when I just need to clear my mind," the last few words floating into the air, he continues to drive through at a speed of 20 miles per hour, allowing himself to picture those moments he would briskly stroll down the concrete sidewalks - let his mind become awash with the crisp chill of the air.

Holly: *calm* I can see why.

Nodding, he feels his body begin to finally relax - which had been the main reason he chose to venture down this street, instead of simply driving back home from the facility. For as much as he didn't wish for Holly to know, 'Zion's' words to him had truly struck his core. Had truly caused him to think about whether or not he was *truly* striding the passage of his design. Of whether he was truly as righteous in his intentions. In his quest for 'closure' that he has forever claimed.
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That strikes at your core, doesn't it? That fact that you *know* my mere existence, means that all that you claim, cannot come to light. That I *am* the monster that you just cannot kill. That I am the being, that cannot be vanquished, no matter how 'close' you take me to the edge. That even if you *were* to make me a martyr, you could not pull the trigger; bring it all to an end. Just like everyone else. But don't worry yourself about that, Kai.

Come Kingdom, your liberation shall arise - your bell, shall be tolled and you can bring everything that you can desire. I *want* you to hurt me. I want you to continue along your faux belief that just because you are stronger than me; just because you are faster than me, that you are the one designed to bring about my end. For that just proves I am *right*. I do not care about your mentor Brian Church - he holds no relevance in the end game. This is about *you*; bringing about your final; eternal slumber, I'll see you there, Kai - the chamber awaits thee.

PLAY >

-e heathen will be FORCED TO KNEEL BEFO-

STOP [ ]

FF >>

STOP [ ]

PLAY >

[a man jostles with the camera before placing it on a tri pod. he slowly backs away, staring intently at it for any tilts. nothing. rock steady.]

MAN
Ok...alright, here we go.

[he sits in a chair, facing the camera. he is a young man. 23. clean shaven. he wears a black hoodie and black jeans. black boots. he looks a combination of anxious, excited, and scared. an uncomfortable mix.]

MAN
My name is Homer Todd. I am a recruit in the glorious family that is Wolvesden...I live under the loving gaze of Father Drake, Guru Khan, and General Cage, and I am...God dammit, I’m so excited…

???
Calm.

HOMER
Ok...I..I am the fortunate and blessed, for I have been tasked with delivering a message to Carlos Rosso.

[homer spits and laughs.]

HOMER
Because you don’t deserve to hear Kenny’s word...

[homer pulls a black beanie out of his pocket and places it on his head. he rolls it down over his face. black balaclava, but this has a red upside down cross over the left eye. he reaches down and picks up a black leather bound book. homer opens it to the marked page.]

HOMER
...what is there to be said about Carlos Rosso? Hm? He is nothing more than a heathen...a spineless, low-living loser who leeches himself onto those stronger than him. He was once a champion, I hear...from him. Repeatedly. Apparently , Carlos is someone to be feared...to be taken seriously… I don’t see it. I’ve never seen it. What I HAVE seen is a lanky living skeleton, throwing stupid and reckless moves that have worked out. He’s never been so much GOOD as he has been very, VERY lucky.

[homer spits again. he pulls a small pocket knife out of his pocket as he shakes his head. unfolds it.]

HOMER
You see...Carlos...your luck has run out. Stephen St. Sigmund...and what else? What else have you done in OWA? Hm? So far, you have been forgettable at best...you have been an afterthought since you’ve arrived...perhaps, Carlos...perhaps you should have never come to this land. This isn’t a place for you...in fact - and I say this as a FAN...Carlos Ichibaaaan yaaaay!

[again, homer spits.]

HOMER
Perhaps, Mr. Rosso...you’re just too old to do it anymore...because let me tell you, sir...if you continue on this path of sin...on this poorly thought out path of self-destruction, you will surely lose to Kenny Drake...there is no doubt of that...and I bet, Mr. Rosso…YOU will be the reason your team loses at Boiling Point...and that is how you will be remembered...not as a champion, not as a tough guy, and certainly not as a good man...but as a tired, old glory hog...desperately clinging to the only thing that makes him MATTER...and as a loser...who associated with losers...and who lost... Over and over and over again. But do you know WHY...why you have been chosen to side with Oasis? Why you have found yourself suddenly surrounded by wolves?

...because you were the only one stupid enough to answer his phone call.

[the door behind homer opens. a man is dragged in. mma shorts, dirty rash guard, burlap sack over his face. CArLoS RosSo crudely stitched over the sack. dragged to homers feet. homer glares into the camera and slowly drags the knife over his left eye, slicing through the red cross as if it was a guide. he only slightly winces, but otherwise cool.]

???
Excellent. Excellent...now finish it…

HOMER
You, Carlos Rosso...will fall...because He has said you will.

[homer rips the bag off the persons head, revealing a terrified young man. bleeding from the nose and mouth. left eye swollen shut. he is crying. a sock is in his mouth, which homer pulls away.]

MMA MAN
HELP! SOMEONE!! I DON’T KNOW WHATS GOING ON! PLEASE! THIS IS FUCKING INSANE!

HOMER
Wolves…

Ichiban.

[with that, homer stomps down on the back of the man’s head. his head hits the ground with a sickening crack.]

???
HAAAAA!! Beautiful!! Praise be to Kenny Drake, that was wonderful!

[a figure in a hood walks to homer and slowly pulls off the balaclava, revealing an upside down cross scar over homers left eye.]

???
Say the words…

HOMER
Wolves, Aeternum…

PAUSE II

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Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) July 14th 2018, 11:31 pm by Guest

[Isaac is outside the venue that held the totally legit 2018 Thorny Awards. He is arguing with his representatives because they informed that his rude opponent, Layne Kurobane responded to what he had to say today. Isaac doesn't want to watch what he said because the SoCal Stallion is a party animal. He comes alive at night. He just wants to get out of there and go to some club, but his representatives remind him that with his recent surge to fame, he has to do more if he wants to not only be the face of Kingdom, but OWA as a whole. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm down. but it doesn't really work.]

Really? The star-studded Thorny Awards just ended, I won just about every single award there was, basically clean sweeping that bitch, which means I should be celebrating right now with some random skets from all over the Philadelphia area, but here you are Layne, running your mouth, puffing your chest out, trying to one-up me on my fucking night? Nah, I am not just going to let that slide. NOT ON MY WATCH! So what you need to do is learn some fucking manners and once you do that, then you can go learn your role around here, okay? Let's face the facts, you have only been here for one goddamn week. You beat Dustin Duke and some other irrelevant curtain jerker that will be forgotten about in a week, just like your entire existence in this company will be forgotten about once I am done with you, but damn, who gave you such a steep soapbox to stand on? You know what? It doesn't even matter because I am going to knock that old wobbly pedestal down on my own and watch your crash and burn and then you can go back to whatever small wrestling company you came from and go back to your part-time cashier job at Target to keep you financially afloat, you lil red polo, Khakis wearing bitch. Oh but that's right, THERE HAS BEEN A WRENCH THROWN INTO THOSE PLANS, A WRENCH THROWN BY YOU! Correct me if I am wrong - ha, just kidding, you can't because you can no longer talk this week so I can literally make up any scandalous rumor about you I want and you can't defend yourself like the vulnerable lil bitch you are - but as I was saying, I am pretty sure you can't just go to any company you want because nobody wants you. You're not some hot commodity or some top free agent that everybody is fighting over. Nope, in the past, you were a little ungrateful bitch that thought he knew everything there was to know - and I see nothing has changed, but SURPRISE SURPRISE, it led you nowhere. And if you think your luck will change here in OWA, then god, bless your little heart, sunshine. I told you this before and I will tell you again since you're on the same brand as me, you won't accomplish anything meaningful. I will block you from doing as such. Sure, you might hold the Spartan's title one day, but that is your ceiling. LOOK AT ME! You aren't coming close to holding the OWA World title. Nah, see I got that shit on lock, so please, for your own good, scurry away before I decide to ball up my fist and punch your Michael Strahan gapped teeth down your throat. I mean let's face the facts, even with you just touching that title, it would smudge any prestige it will have once I hold it firmly in my possession. We can't be having that. And I won't allow it! You don't deserve it. You gotta earn your stripes. You gotta learn to crawl before you walk, Layne. And you have done neither.

If your goal was to get under my skin, congrats, it worked. But it shouldn't be seen as some historic achievement because even I can admit that I get a little hot-headed from time to time because I don't do well with scatterbrained dumbasses such as yourself. I don't do well with entitled little bitches who think they can just waltz into this company and win a world title during their first two weeks when they haven't done jack shit to warrant such an opportunity. You are living in a fantasy world, Layne. But maybe it's not your fault. Perhaps it was your old trainer's fault for treating you as some delicate flower who can do no wrong and award you some bogus participation trophies to keep you happy. I could also blame the lack of competition you faced at your local bingo halls. And no, that isn't some generic insult that many like to throw around to make their opponents feel so small and worthless. Nah, you yourself said you have been working the independent circuit for quite some time, trying to hone your craft, working to expand and polish your arsenal for when a real challenged appears on the horizon. Just working your ass off so you can one day reach the level and standard I hold. Never gonna happen. Some are born better and I am just that - better. See, I have actually proven myself a bit. Just look at last week alone and you will see I beat the current OWA World Champ which most definitely moves me to the front of the line when it comes to the list of potential number one contenders. And you actually think you deserve to be standing there with me? Because you beat Dustin Duke and that one masked dude? Your screws are loose if you actually believe that. I even went back to watch that match of yours to help familiarize myself with your work and what you did wasn't impressive. Not even close. In fact, Dustin did the heavy lifting and to your credit, you took advantage and got your first tally in the win column of your OWA career. And what did you do? Right after the match, you ran with your tail tucked between your legs because you wanted nothing to do with Duke. Damn, no celebration time? If only I knew what that felt like - OH WAIT I DO AND IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU! I shouldn't even have to be talking right now. I should be sitting in a comfortable VIP section somewhere with ten women on my arm, with music blasting and lights flashing as bottles keep getting ordered by the second. Yet, I have to do this. I have to talk to you of all people for no real rhyme or reason, other than Vernon gets more clicks on his website when an Isaac Thornton video is uploaded.

Calling me predictable would be a dope ass insult, Layne - well, that is if you weren't predictable yourself. I never get that. I guess it's just a go-to insult for everyone. I mean, go and listen to just about every Alpha in OWA and they will either call their opponent boring, generic, or predictable. It's just people going through the emotions, scraping the bottom of a barrel, which is where your career is located by the way - at the bottom. And you can try to turn this on me and talk about my acting career, pretending as if you know everything about it, when you clearly don't because I continue to get find work in that field while you have to beg and plead your case as you trick yet another company into thinking you have changed ways, that you are no longer the same lazy and ignorant sap that you've always been. Yet, you keep doing it! YOU KEEP PULLING IT OFF! It's amazing! But I don't blame Vernon for hiring you, really. OWA is a newer company, meaning they are willing to take shots at people that nobody wants to see if they can't pan out as some kind of diamond in the rough. Creating their own stars is what they should do, even though I was clearly a star before coming here, but you get the gist. I guess I don't see it with you. I don't see the appeal and soon, no one will. There is something called the fifteen minutes of fame in the show business and I am personally going to end yours this week. Because sure, I am confident, but I have a reason to be. I mean think about it, I just beat Finnegan. I have beaten other professional wrestlers as well, but you can see why I would mention him first due to the title he holds. But I have done all of this in such a short period of time when I've had zero wrestling experience before I got here. What can I say? I'm just an athletic freak from the stunts I have done on the shows and movies I've appeared on, I suppose, and it translates to this sport. That and because I am just a natural at everything I try, but hey, I'm not here to brag, my work speaks for itself, anyway. But I have already done all of this when guys like you that have sacrificed their blood, sweat, and tears to this business - and yet, you haven't reached my level. You haven't even sniffed it. Shit, I have only been doing this for two months, you years - and quite frankly, I am already head and shoulders better than you. And sure you will have your chance this week to prove me otherwise, but you won't. In your eyes, being placed in the main event is a blessing, but I don't see it that way. Seeing who your opponent is, it's a great way for your momentum to get killed off and for your OWA career to stop from ever taking off. I guess what I'm getting at is if you haven't already realized, you have bitten off more than you can possibly chew and this week, tomorrow night actually, you are going to get bodied by this "predictable" "D list" Hollywood actor. And to think you only made it worse for yourself with your empty words and the ridiculous promises you won't possibly keep. Shoulda kept your mouth closed, what a damn shame! Welp, I am going now, but I just wanted you to know that I look forward to the excuses you'll rattle off next week as to why you lost so you can save face!!!! Hmm, maybe you can blame your bum arm again? Yeah, I'm sure that'll work, you fragile lil bitch. PS, don't eat a huge meal before our match. You gotta save room for crow. K, good talk.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) July 14th 2018, 9:54 pm by HENDRIX

Gold.

Gold.

GOLD.

DON'T STOP 'TIL YOU GET THE GOLD.

KEEP ON.

WITH THE FRENZY, DON'T STOP.

DON'T STOP 'TIL YOU GET THE GOLD.

Diantha Moreau, we are very sorry that this day has come for you. The Gold Lust has become to strong for us to resist. We must take over. We must destroy. We must have what is rightfully ours again, and we will not stop until we get the gold. The Queen of the Ring is our chance at doing just that, but yet we are not allowed to compete for such an opportunity?

KEEP ON.

WITH THE FRENZY, DON'T STOP.

DON'T STOP 'TIL YOU GET THE GOLD.

So we must send a message, a message yes. A message to everyone around us that we are going to prove once and for all who is truly the rightful holder for such gold. It is only us, it will ever only be us. We go together with that gold. The gold goes together with us. We are one, and Diantha Moreau we will not let a roadblock stand in our way much longer. We hope you understand, you will not exit this match the same way you entered. We are sending a message with you. The Golden Frenzy is being unleashed. We hope God has mercy on all of you.

DON'T STOP 'TIL YOU GET THE GOLD.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) July 14th 2018, 9:10 pm by Layne Kurobane

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There is a constant divide in the World! The rich look down on the poor! The strong stand high above the weak! The famous create legacies that live on for decades to come while the average citizen’s existence fades away after their life has met its end! Humanity was born with the desire to leave their mark! To overcome the obstacles of the poor, the weak, and the average - to climb higher up this daunting ladder before them and become something greater! Layne Kurobane has struggled his entire life to grasp onto and hold dear the only thing that could help him climb this ladder! Many others have fallen off! Its rungs become more frail as time passes on! Their strength deteriorates! The voices in their minds begin to grow louder - convincing them that the risk is no longer worth the reward! They begin to listen! Their grip loosens! They let it go, and the burden of pressure, determination, and work melts away with it!

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Stunning.

Absolutely shocking. I’ve never been one to claim to be the voice of the voiceless here, but I think I speak for everyone when I say that I am completely baffled at the sheer audacity of a man like you to look down on me, make fun of the way I look, make fun of my past, and to completely dismiss me as any sort of a threat to you! I am just beside myself. You took everything I said to you, grabbed it, twisted and contorted it, and made it into a weapon to use against me, and why? Why would you do that? Hell, why not, right? Who am I anyway? Some jackass named Layne Kurobane? Some mongrel that has no business being in the ring with a main event winner such as yourself? I mean, come on, you beat the OWA CHAMPION, Isaac! You’re a star! You’ve got people talking about you! I haven’t beaten anyone on the level of a Finnegan Wakefield, but you! You have! You’ve done it, and right now you are THIS close to grasping a shot at the Championship!

Yet, you’re gonna lose.

Not might. Not could. Not possibly. You will.

And that’s because of, well, everything that came spilling out of your mouth the moment you decided to finally acknowledge me. You made it clear beyond a shadow of a doubt that no matter how confident you are, and no matter how talented you may even be - you are as predictable as they come. I don’t mean that as an insult, Isaac, trust me. I mean that as an observation. I mean it as in anyone with a pair of eyes could look at you and know who you are and what you’re about, but most of all, what you’re gonna do. And honestly, it’s kind of a blessing in disguise to me. I’m thankful you’re the guy in my way. Sure, I’d love more of a challenge, and I’m sure you’ll offer me everything you can possibly muster in that pale body of yours, but… Well, that’s not enough. It’s never been enough, has it? I mean, you’re HERE right now because you never had enough. You spent your entire life up until recently busting your ass to be a star elsewhere. You wanted to be an actor. You wanted to win Awards. You wanted to be in front of a camera, and yet, not like this. And what do we do when we can’t succeed? Some people move on, sure. Others might do what they can to improve themselves and try again. But there are those that would rather point a finger at something else and call that the reason they failed, so when you failed again, and again, and again to be somebody in Hollywood, you pointed your finger, and targeted this entire industry. Stay with me here, because I’ve got a point. See, you failed. You failed SPECTACULARLY even! And that’s because you weren’t good enough, and you never would be. So you think this will make a difference? You think jumping to a place you’re unfamiliar with will be enough? It’s never been enough, and it never will be.

You failed to be a star on television and in films simply because you, Isaac Thornton, are a fucking rerun.

You’re what plays in the background when everyone is busy doing something more worth their time. You’re what stores have playing on repeat to show off their display of televisions. Isaac, you busted your ass for years to be an actor and yet you never bothered to look up from the script to see the people you were auditioning in front of looking at their watches, looking at their phones, and looking anywhere but at you. That’s not because a wrestler came in and stole the spotlight. It’s because you never deserved the spotlight in the first place. You never had what it took to grab it and make it your own. You never had it in you to push the competition out of the way and take center stage! The moment you spoke your lines, they’d heard it all before. Everyone has. Every single person you’ve ever encountered. They know you. They know what you’re like. They know what you have to offer. It’s not much either, unfortunately. You spent so long wondering why everyone how these people were getting the jobs you believed belonged to you, and instead of looking at the answer right in front of your face, you chose to cross it out… And fill in your own. When people see you, they don’t stand and watch in awe at what you have to offer, because it’s been done. It’s been done before by a million others, and it’ll be done again by a million more. You are the very ESSENCE of predictable, Isaac. That’s why you have nothing to say when you’re confronted, be it right here on the mic or when you step into that ring. That’s why you have to play possum. You don’t have anything else. Strip away your ignorant confidence, and you’re as pathetic as they come. Even if you used a trick to get through me, nobody would remember you the next week. Hell, no one remembers you now. You were a nobody in the profession you dedicated your life to, so what makes you think things will change here? Look up from that script you’re reading off of, Isaac. Nobody’s paying attention. Just me. I’m your audience. I’m your watcher. I’m your lifeline. I’m the only thing keeping Isaac Thornton from ceasing to exist.

And I don’t have a choice.

But that’s alright. I feel comfortable taking on this challenge, because in all honesty, Isaac, as much as I’d love to run you down for being such a predictable piece of trash… Well, the truth is that we’re not so different. We’ve both spent a long time refusing to acknowledge that we aren’t good at any one thing. You wasted your time and effort trying to be a star in film and television while I spent a lot of years trying to be something I wasn’t. We both paid for it in the end. Now the two of us - we’re both nobodies when it comes down to it, at least right now. No one thinks about us. No one cares about us. You’ve got insurmountable confidence, sure, but that only gets you so far. Take away all the bravado and showmanship, and you’re nothing short of a stray dog like me. We’re two sides of the same coin - two of the same kind that are about to intersect tomorrow night at Kingdom. Unfortunately, only one of us can win and move on to become more than just a nobody. Here’s my prediction: It won’t be you. It will never be you, Isaac. You can’t wrestle any better than you can act, and that’s not a shot at your talents - it’s a fact about who Isaac Thornton is as a person. You’ve never had it in you to genuinely be something special, have you? You’ll lose. You’ll fail. Again, and again, and again. Then you’ll point your finger again, blame something new, and drag what’s left of your carcass somewhere else and be someone else’s problem. Go ahead, Isaac. Do what everyone expects of you. Keep up that smug look and sense of superiority. Make fun of how I look and where I come from. They’ve never been anything considered a “hit”, but you’ll play them all the same, won’t you?

We’ve both wasted our potential with something we loved, Isaac. We both had a passion that we dedicate ourselves to. Only difference is that I chose to stop running from it, and you chose to start.

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The years have worn him down! He is no longer the ferocious beast he could have been had Layne stuck to his craft and mastered his teachings! Greed swallowed him whole and nearly destroyed him! Yet he has pulled himself back! The abyss calls his name, but he does not answer it! He refuses to fall off the ladder again! No matter how fragile the rungs become! No matter how much time and injury wears him down! He cannot allow himself to falter again! This dark cloud over him has only begun to fade! Through the dedication he lacked, he can finally see a silver lining! He climbs toward it! higher! Higher!! Higher!!!

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Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) July 14th 2018, 7:49 pm by Guest

[The scene opens to the 2018 Thorny Awards because yeah, that’s a thing. All the big stars are in attendance like Isaac Thornton and well - who cares. Isaac went all out by renting a small venue for the event. The small crowd is filled with a bunch of random people dressed up for the occasion. People that Isaac hired, most likely. Sitting at Isaac’s table are his representatives that we saw on last week’s Kingdom and some hot chick that will most likely end up being nothing more than a one night stand because Isaac is classy like that. Speaking of classy, Isaac is wearing a black tuxedo with a matching black bow tie. He looks nervous as the next Thorny award presenter takes the stage. The presenter being none other than TV legend, Paul Lieberstein, who played Toby on The Office. Let’s listen in.]

Paul: People love to root for the underdog, it’s inspiring, but let’s be honest, it can be just as invigorating rooting for the top dog. These four men absolutely dominated the wrestling industry for the last few weeks. Witnessing their greatness is nothing short of thrilling. Here are the nominees for best professional wrestler!!

[Camera pans to the large screen in the back as Isaac Thornton highlights begin to play with “Thunderstruck” by AC/DC playing in the background. A voice announcing the nominees is heard. After each nominee the crowd claps.]

Voice: Isaac Thornton, Kingdom.

Voice: Isaac Thornton, Kingdom.

Voice: Isaac Thornton, Kingdom.

Voice: Isaac Thornton, Kingdom.

[The video package ends as Paul begins to open the envelope that has the winner’s name in it. At this time, the camera shows all four men, nervously waiting to hear Paul announce the winner. It’s just four Isaac’s, with different tuxedos. Power of technology.]

Paul: And the winner for best Professional Wrestler goes to ... Isaac Thornton!!!!!!!!!

[Isaac jumps out of his seat to hug his representatives and kisses the random whore that accompanied him. The other three Isaac’s looked bummed but can’t help but clap. Obviously, those reactions were shot earlier. But yeah, Isaac makes his way up to the stage as the audience gives him a thunderous ovation.]

Voice: This is Isaac’s second award of the night. Earlier he won Breakout Performer of the Year.

Isaac: Wow - just wow. Uh, to be honest, I didn’t prepare a speech for this occasion because I wasn’t really expecting any of this. Especially when you factor in the other nominees for this award. Just very stiff competition across the board. It could have gone to any one of us, so no need to hang your head, Isaac, Isaac, and Isaac. I have many people to thank for this award, seeing as how it wouldn’t have been possible without them. Firstly, I want to thank OWA management, for hiring me. You made the correct decision. An easy decision, but the correct one nonetheless. I mean, you have clearly seen the strides I’ve made as a performer. It’s something to behold and marvel at. Just look at the results and they’ll indicate that I am improving at a steady pace. A pace that many thought I wouldn’t be able to keep up with since wrestling isn’t my only occupation. In fact, it’s not even my main one. That would be appearing on tv shows and movies and commercials and so on and so forth. But I make it work. Because I have something that many lack these days and that’s good time management skills. I squeeze every last second out of the day for useful tasks and appearances. But let’s move on. I also want to thank my representatives for always having my back. They put guys like Vernon in their place so I don’t have to take time out of my busy schedule to do so. Just like they stand in line for my coffee each and every morning. Lifesavers they are. So from the bottom of my heart, thank you.

I also want to thank the man that won the 2018 Thorny Award for best-supporting actor, Finnegan Wakefield. What can I say other than, you’re good, but you’re not Isaac Thornton good. Last week we put on a battle - no, a show! We had the crowd on their feet and their jaws on the floor. Because of us, the arena became unglued. Because of us, their hard earned money was well spent. But in the end, there could only be one winner - ME!!!!! In my second ever singles match, I pinned the OWA World Champion. Think about that. No really, let it sink in for a moment. The actor turned professional wrestler, outclassed perhaps the best technician and submission artist in the world today. Proving I’m not just a pretty face or that I’m only here to collect a paycheck. No! I’m much more motivated than that. I’m more than willing to roll up my sleeves and get my hands dirty. After all, I’m in OWA to take. I’m there to take opportunities away. I’m there to deflate egos and shave years off the Alphas’ careers. I’m there to take championships away from men that have dedicated a huge chunk of their lives to this business - because well, I can! And I for one cannot wait to collect that OWA World title, melt it down and make yet another award for me. Also, I would be remiss to not thank the person that has helped me the most to get to this point - Isaac Thornton. Without me, none of this would be possible. Without me, this show wouldn’t exist. Oh and that goes for both the Thorny’s and Kingdom. So you’re welcome world. You’re welcome for all of this! And lastly, I want to thank god for - actually never mind, I just thanked myself. Would be redundant. So thanks, guys! In your face.

[Isaac kisses his award and walks off stage. A few minutes later the cameraman spots Isaac backstage sitting in a comfortable massage chair, drinking champagne and smoking a cigar, talking to a small crowd. As Isaac spots the cameraman, he politely signals them to leave by pointing towards the exit.]

Isaac: Not gonna lie, life is good when you’re the OWA World Champion. Yeah I know I don’t actually hold the title but I beat the guy that does meaning I am the honorary world champ which also means I am the guy to beat on Kingdom and it’s about time people caught onto that since that’s always been the case. Just like I’m glad I’m finally getting opportunities to showcase my talents on a grander scale instead of wasting my presence in crowded multi-man matches for a second rate title that never piqued my interest in the first place, such as the Spartan’s one. But beating Finn should come to no surprise because when the lights are at their brightest, I shine. I kill it. I steal the show. And soon Finn, I’ll steal your title. Most likely at Boiling Point, so right around the corner, sucks to be you haha. And once this vision of mine comes to fruition, you can go cry into your jacket’s oversized collar or run into the arms of that one woman who acts like a 12-year-old with a diet to match to comfort you, you sick fuck, but I digress. So until the day comes of me being crowned your new OWA World Champ, I have to play the waiting game. And while playing the waiting game, I have to beat the shit out of talentless hacks and no names and bottom feeders and waste of spacers and future endeavors - like Layne Kurobane. That name sucks. Sounds stupid and you should feel bad, in all honesty. I actually did some extensive research on this name, no big deal. I guess it belonged to his old mentor? That’s what I was initially told but then I did a google search, which was very difficult and time consuming by the way, but I did it anyway because that’s how committed I am when it comes to my job and well, a bunch of anime shit popped up. You’re one of those guys, huh? You know, I feel like SSW is better suited for you. Especially since I’m on the brand you’re on, which means you won’t accomplish anything noteworthy because I’m going to literally take everything from the likes of pencil neck pricks such as yourself. Fuck it, I’ll even take your stupid tie-dye headband and wear it as a reminder that I am your superior and from now on, you answer to me. Some people snatch chains while I snatch headbands, it is what it is. Only I can judge people. Like when I look at you Layne, I see the face of a midget. It freaks me out, not gonna lie. Actually on second thought, no, uncalled for. Very rude of me, you’re right. Correction, you have the face of a little person. There, now no one is offended - well except you. Correction, no one of importance is offended. There! Look, Layne, I'm gonna be a straight shooter with ya - I’m already sick of you. You’ve only been here for a cup of coffee and I’ve done like two minutes of research on you but I don’t want you to be a thing anymore. I don’t want you on my brand, period. Get! GET!!! SHOOOO!!! Go away. Go to Olympus, weird looking person. Be free!!!

But I know you’re not going to take my advice because you’re stubborn and blah blah blah. You have a thick skull, clearly, because it’s too big for your body. Fine, so be it. I’m just gonna have to annihilate you by firstly snapping that fragile arm out of its socket. And this time you will remember who did it because I’m Isaac fucking Thornton and you won’t dare forget such a big moment in your life. You’ll brag about it to your friends, if you have any that is, because in many ways, me snapping a bone of yours will be an honor. A badge of honor, really. Not every person gets that fortune, so please, cherish the moment when it happens. You can even take a picture of it and use it as Christmas Card. Food for thought. Speaking of food, let’s get to the meat and potatoes of the words you spat at me. The biggest takeaway that I got from your filthy hogwash is you’re ungrateful. You’re painting me as the bad guy in this situation when that couldn’t be any further from the truth. In fact, you owe me a thank you. Because you see, for a few weeks now, my representatives and I have been demanding Vernon to give the newer guys, such as myself a proper chance. You yourself fall under this umbrella. Last week, Vernon finally gave me that chance. Finally a singles match! Something I’ve been clamoring for since the moment I got here. And facing the world champ in the main event, was a nice little bonus. As everyone knows, I won. I won fair and square. And because of my remarkable outing, it opened Vernon’s eyes that this new crop of talent can make him even richer. Because sure, guys like Finnegan are somewhat new to this business themselves, but he’s not necessarily an OWA homegrown talent. No, you can still smell that foul stench from his previous employer. The same odor that smothers guys like McAdams and Keelan and CM Nas or women like Aria and Tarah. The OWA fans, they want to see something new. If they wanted to watch the same old same old, they would just watch that other stale program. See, they tune in to watch guys like me because I am a breath of fresh air. They want to take this journey with me as I ascend to the top and I can’t blame them. Get on the Thornton bandwagon when you still can!

Like I said, I have already made Vernon a richer man and now I’ll do the same for you. Tell me, what’s the motto you live by again? Go for broke? Right? That’s what it says on that cum rag you carry around with you, at least. You don’t need to go for broke this week, Layne. Because this week you are getting fuckin' paid. Paid because you’re in the main event! You ever wonder why you were slotted into such a premium position so soon? Because Vernon is giving another young gun a chance to shine after what I did. Trying to capture lightning in a bottle is all that is, “Mr. Storm Bringer.” But as I was saying, because of me and my trailblazer-ness, all eyes are going to be on this match since I’m red hot and have the most buzz at the moment, it’s whatever. Just by being in the same ring as me, your stock is going to rise. So as you can see, I am doing you a favor. Yes, you're very welcome. I should probably wrap this up so I just wanted to tell you that I fully plan on beating the shit out of you this week because I treat all competitors equal. What can I say? I'm just a really nice dude. A nice dude that is being blunt with you. I mean, I can’t afford to lose to your flavor of the week ass of all people. That would be taking one step forward and two steps back. And the only stepping I plan on doing this week is high steppin' to a goddamn victory at your expense! Ta ta!

Chapter One: Introdiction July 14th 2018, 5:12 pm by Kai Stevens

OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) - Page 16 0RD4o5V_zps8btbmyfr

THE BOOK OF
KAI STEVENS

CHAPTER ONE:
introdiction

----"Scroobius Pip said it best… ‘Most people where I live don’t know me and I fuckin’ like it. Some people where I live don’t like me and I fuckin’ know it’."
----Our scene opens on Kai Stevens, whose demeanor speaks volumes in the way of where his emotions lie. The Envoy of the End is immediately and obviously incensed, but with his not having been properly introduced to the Omega Wrestling Alliance’s microcosm, what could there possibly be for Stevens to be irate in relation to?
----Kai dons a black pair of Nike shorts with a white swoosh, black and white Nike Elite calf socks, a pair of black Nike sneakers with a blue swoosh, a black headband, black Aviator sunglasses, and his own official t-shirt, which depicts the shape of a white whale being impaled with a white and blue harpoon by the shape of a muscular man in a blue shade. The whale cascades a potent crimson color for its blood from the entry point of the harpoon, and in large white lettering with blue trim and a red glow surrounding the letters, it reads 'FROM HELL'S HEART, I STAB AT THEE'.
----Standing beside our Cowboy Killer focal point is none other than his mentor and Universal Wrestling Association Hall of Famer Brian Church. Church, as standard procedure suggests, sports a fully black suit, from his slacks to his blazer to his shirt. His tie is noticeably an arterial red, his tie clip a gunmetal gray. The most telling of his attire, however, is his imperious and foreboding smirk, a confident turning of the lips that narrows his eyes and furrows his brows.
----It appears as if Stevens is breathing heavily through flared nostrils as his head slightly bows, his evil eyes glaring maliciously up at the lens of the camera. His stance beside a more professional and upright Church served to accentuate the mise-en-scẻne of our locale. With Philadelphia set to host Sunday’s episode of Kingdom, we find our scene’s cast standing in the gym where Stevens had trained when he was young and a teenager and still played football, back home on Long Island in New York. Kai and his mentor stand in said facility with black mats beneath their feet and dark gray weights adorning a myriad of racks and bars from one side of the gym to the other. That being said, it seems as if the entire gym is empty, save for these two malevolent individuals. When Church steps forward to speak for the first time, the resent drips from every syllable, and disdain radiates as subtext.
----"After two years of dominating this industry from continent to continent," he begins. "It’s safe to assume that Kai Stevens has accrued more than his fair share of enemies. As such, it’s even safer to assume that tonight in Philly, Kai Stevens puts his foot through the door and gets a head start on making some new enemies."
----"It’s unfortunate for good ol’ Scotty, though," the Inevitable adds. "That he won’t be enemy for very long… What with my tearing his head off his fuckin’ shoulders and all."
----The Nassau County Killer nods his head and rolls his shoulders forward before Church takes a three-eighth step forward, eyes trained squarely on the lens of the camera before him. As his words once more fill the air, his loathing boils in his blood.
----"Y’see, Mister Adams, we don’t know you personally."
----"But this sure as Hell isn’t just about business."
----"Which means that, for you? For you, tonight is an opportunity for you. One of a once in a lifetime degree. You might be naïvely deluded into thinking that this is just a singles match in the upper midcard of Kingdom, which makes it my duty to inform you that tonight? Tonight you face Kai Stevens for your career."
----Stevens stomps forward like A Man Possessed, vitriol dripping from his speech and rage soaking his demeanor.
----"Y’see," he initiates. "While we might not know you personally, chief? We know more than enough about you to know that I’m gonna’ run roughshod on your bottom feeding ass. And do you wanna’ know why? Do you want to go into your Inevitable demise knowing exactly the reason for which you will die?
----"Because you don’t adhere to an external ethical system, Scotty. Because you think you, for whatever reason, are the judge of right and wrong in this world. Because you sit up there on your high horse BEGGING to be put down every time you open your fuckin’ mouth, and I’m TIRED of you talking and talking and talking and TALKING like you’ve EVER been capable of backing it up.
----"What it boils on down to, Scotty," he continues. "Is that you’re the generic movie of the week villain who, when the hero is held and being readied for execution just runs his mouth on and on and ON and allows his hostage to escape and save the day," he shudders. "Except for the fact that you’re such a standing monument to incompetence that you wouldn’t even be able to get to that point."
----"Unlike you," Brian serves. "Kai Stevens would much rather fight than talk. He’d much rather drive his fist through your teeth and shove that same fist right down your overused throat and rip out your still-beating heart and STOMP ON IT like the sewer dwelling dirt it is. But as long as we’re here? We thought you should really, truly understand at a foundational level why this is happening to you. So we’ll do our best to explain it so clearly that even someone of your intelligence and mental age can understand it."
----"Y’see, Scotty," notes the Revenant. "This isn’t nineteen ninety fight. When you show just how microscopic your balls are by talking about me on social media and having my name in your mouth without having done it to my GOD DAMNED FACE, you should probably, logically operate under the educated guess that we’re gonna’ see it. And if you’re a betting man?"
----"Or even a man at all?"
----"Then you can bet your ass that I’m gonna’ bring this shit to your GOD DAMNED DOORSTEP and beat into you what exists as common sense in mostly everybody else… That my name isn’t Dick so keep it out of your mouth."
----As a macabre degree of pure, unadulterated hatred courses through Stevens’s veins and force a vein on his neck and his temple to bulge in a fashion almost as aggressive as Scotty’s in-ring pacing. Church places his hand on the Long Islander’s shoulder, prompting the younger of the two’s eyes to flick to his mentor’s. Subsequently, the Dismembered Soul would speak up to emphasize certain points voiced by his protégé.
----"While Kai here is incensed by your blatant and profound lack of respect and, as he so delicately put, balls," he offers. "I’m much more finding myself to be pitying you. Y’see, every single word that came out of your Twitter fingers was wrong. And I’m not one to sit idly by while someone defames the future of this industry because of what I can only fathom to be jealousy and delusions of grandeur.
----"I’ll make this as crystal fucking clear as I can for you, Scotty. ‘The rest of them’? As you’ll come to find out tonight when he disarticulates you in front of all of those fans, kid, Kai Stevens is unlike anyone else… EVER. You think that a Hall of Famer and legend of the industry like myself would EVER put his confidence into a carbon copy or a- a facsimile of me? Kai Stevens is the Brian Church of his generation. He’s the future of this industry and the Inevitable greatest of all time. So for you to -- and publicly at that -- accuse him of being anything less than that is more than enough for me to sign your death warrant... But you didn’t stop there, did ya’? Oh did you not.
----"You wanna’ talk about fate," he persists. "You wanna’ talk about being a catalyst? Let’s get something straight right the fuck now, shall we? You know JACK SHIT about a single thing you’re talking about, and we’re gonna’ expose you to the world as the fraudulent bottom bitch that you are."
----"Even if I did believe in fate," adds the Envoy of the End. "Which I don’t? There’s not a single thing you could do to convince me, Brian, or anybody that fate would choose you over me. Y’see, I’m what Darwinism looks like. I’m faster than you. I’m stronger than you. I’m smarter than you. And most importantly? I’m sicker than you. And in this business it really is the survival of the fittest, of the sickest... And you, buddy? You’re nothing but a cocksure idiot who runs in guns ablazing with no idea what’s in store for you.
----"You can think you know what I bring to the table. You can think you’re smart enough to figure it out on the fly. You can think whatever you want... Because in that moment when your entire life is flashing before your eyes, Scotty? You’re gonna’ know that my actions speak so loud that you’re deaf to my words. You’re gonna’ know that Kai Stevens walked into your house and made you his bitch."
----"Because you’re nothing more than a fuckin’ beta male trying to hang around with the alphas. You call yourself the Silver Bullet for that exact reason… Because you know that you’re not deserving of gold… Because you know that you’ll never be more than second best... Especially now that I’m here. So you can think you’re an example of excellence if you want. Hell, you can even run your mouth day in and day out, hour after hour, minute after minute just to tell everybody who’ll listen that you’re excellent, that you’re better than everyone else, when in actuality?
----"In actuality, Scotty," he continues. "I could have both arms and both legs bound together and I could still wrestle circles around you. Just ask a Monster Among Men. Just ask a Lunatic on the Fringe. Just ask a self-proclaimed Best Bout’ Machine."
----At this moment, Church smirks proudly and steps closer, fists clenched tightly as he extends the index finger from his right hand and wags it towards the camera, as if speaking directly to Scotty Adams.
----"In researching you--"
----"Because we had no clue who you were before we were told about the match," interrupts the Aerial Arsonist.
----"We found that… That you have this misguided misperception of accountability. Y’see, whether you like it or not, Mister Adams, you haven’t the faintest clue of what it means to hold yourself accountable. Luckily for you, Kai Stevens is gonna’ pick up the slack and he’s gonna’ hold you accountable tonight... Accountable for each and every little thing that’s ever come out of your mouth. In other words, accountable for every single lie you’ve told and deluded people into believing. We’re gonna’ teach you about the value of consequences."
----"Unfortunately, buddy, you’ve got a final exam in consequences tonight, and I’m gonna’ be the single roughest grader you’ve ever experienced in your entire miserable life."
----"And since you’ve only ever proven yourself to be a half-assed excuse for a man who says a whole lot without really saying a GOD DAMNED THING? Your consequence will make your purge, your final abyss look like a children’s television show... Because you are staring into the face of the end, Mister Adams. You’re looking death right in the eye, boy. And while it might not be me with my fingers holding your life in my hands? It sounds a whole lot to me like I’m starting to hear the bell tolling."
----"And you know exactly what that means, Scotty. It means that it’s Inevitable that you’re merely the first chapter in the Book of Kai Stevens. And you’re about to be killed off."
----"So if I were you, Mister Adams? And thank God I’m not... If I were you, I’d take the rest of today to reach out to all of your loved ones to tell them two things. First, that you love them; and second? That if they value the memory of you in one piece and not multiple? They’d better not watch tonight’s match."
----"Nobody wants to see a person they love get torn apart, limb from fucking limb, Scotty. But me? I love watching a person’s loved one get beaten, battered, and splattered across the ring. And I love being the person to do the splattering most of all. And as long as you have this-- How did you put it? Façade to maintain? This façade that boils down to sanctimony? It betrays the truth about you, buddy. I know you like to pick your spots, that you’re, uh… Exacting, we’ll see. But the fact of the matter, Scotty? Is that I don’t care what you are. Who you are already earned you the only thing you’ve seemed to have earned yourself in your whole life… Your stark and utterly horrifying end."
----Church steps forward once more as Stevens takes half of a step of his own back. With vigorous resent in his tone and arrogance screaming from his beleaguered grin, the former leader of the New Age Plague cocks his head to either side to crack his surgically repaired neck.
----"You fight each and every week for your cause," he explains. "A commitment that otherwise might have earned my respect, had you not tainted it with delusion and the rest of the bullshit that you spew from your mouth. It’s come time for someone to shut that mouth once and for all, Mister Adams.
----"You want to bring Catharsis to this world, this microcosm, do you not? When the Alleviation laid down their lives in hopes of cleansing UWA from the New Age Plague, do you want to know what I did? And do you want to know what Kai Stevens is going to do to you and your pitiful, ineffectual, and tawdry efforts to cleanse him?
----"It’s simple, Mister Adams," he continues. "I took each and every threat… Each and every moment of insurgence… And each and every person who DARED standing in the way of the END... And I crucified them. I hanged them. I drove my fist through their chests and crushed their feeble hearts in the palm of my fists… I gladly had their blood on my hands, Mister Adams. Gladly. The moral of this story? The moral of this story is that no matter what you think… No matter what you believe… No matter what you’re capable of? This is the dawning of a New Age. It -- like the bell tolling for you? -- is Inevitable."
----As the New Age Answer takes a step backward, Kai Stevens takes an opposite and more lethal step forward, veins protruding from his neck and temple as he wrathfully presses the pads of his index and middle fingers from his clenched right fists into his temple, the utterance of his words contemptuous and accompanying narrowed eyes.
----"If fate existed, Scotty, this would be what it is. This is the embodiment of the fate you seem to devote your pitiful life to. But keep praying to your false idols and preachin’ your bullshit, because at the end of the day, Scotty? At the end of the day you’re still nothing more than an insecure little shitstain who aspires to be like me. And by the time that bell rings tonight, you’ll have finally come to understand that.
----"So if you want to pretend, if you want to accuse me of being a marionette, a pawn in a game of chess, Scotty? You better do it knowing that you’re dead wrong... And to prove it to ya’ I’m gonna’ take those puppeteer strings and strangle you. I’ll choke every last drop of oxygen out of you and I’ll do it with a smile on my face. Because if there’s anything in this life I hate more than a hypocrite and a liar, Scotty? It’s someone who accuses me of shit I didn’t do or of being shit I’m not.
----"So tonight I’ll make an enemy of you, Scotty" he efforts. "I’ll make an enemy out of you and then I’ll do to you what I did to the last fifty bottom bitches that tried to step up to Kai twenty four FUCKIN’ seven Stevens… You’re leaving Philly in a bodybag, Scotty. Hell, the way things are looking you’re gonna’ be leaving in multiple bodybags. Which means that for your way of life? For this delusional cause you champion? I’ll be happy to make you a martyr. Because for you, Scotty? The End is Nigh."
----As Stevens’s upper lip twitches and curls, reminiscent of a Xenomorph of Alien franchise fame, his nostrils flare and his veins bulge in ire. Church steps forward with a similarly disdainful and loathing demeanor and places his hand on Kai’s shoulder. Our scene fades to black with one haunting, deliberate question in mind.
----How will this chapter end?

fin.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) July 14th 2018, 2:23 pm by Guest

(Scene starts with an overview shot of a scaled model of a suburban neighborhood with piano playing in the background. A Moongoose-mobile hotwheel model drives by as the camera zooms in on a house with a red roof. Scene shifts to an interior of the house, where “The Goose” in a buttoned up shirt opens the doors and steps in and starts to put his stuff down as he sings a tune.)

It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood,
A beautiful day for a neighbor,
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?

(The Goose approaches and opens the closet. He takes off his shirt and proceeds to put on a black knit sweater)

It's a neighborly day in this beautywood,
A neighborly day for a beauty,
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?

I have always wanted to have a neighbor just like you,
I've always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you.

(The Goose reaches into his closet once more and grabs a fanny pack and buckles it around his waist before walking over towards a banister)

So let's make the most of this beautiful day,
Since we're together, we might as well say,
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?

Won't you be my neighbor?
Won't you please,
Won't you please,
Please won't you be my neighbor?

(The Goose leans over on the banister and smiles as he looks at the camera)

Hi neighbor, I'm glad we're together again.... I’m sure most of you all miss my cinematic unnecessary expositions that drags out and eventually leads to the point I’m trying to make when we do these things. A lot as happened since some of you all last saw me. In fact, here is a recap.

(The Goose unzips his fanny pack and pulls out a mini-hand puppet the resembles the Goose. Following up, he brings out a Finnegan Wakefield hand puppet with a mini pop up collar jacket and the OWA belt)

Mini-Goose Puppet: I hate you.

(The Goose tosses the Finn puppet to the side, and reaches back in the fanny pack,and pulls out a puppet resembling Carlos Rosso)

Mini-Goose Puppet: My boys hate you.

(The Goose tosses the Carlos puppet to the side, and digs into the fanny pack, and pulls out a female puppet with pink wig and quickly hides it back in fanny pack.)

Heh…. That’s for something else for me, later on.

(The Goose then digs further into the fanny pack, and he struggles with it. The Goose mumbles why they can’t make these any bigger, and finally pulls out a puppet resembling Keelan. The Goose just keeps staring directly at the camera for a few seconds, and then raises his mini puppet up)

Mini-Goose Puppet: I hate you the most.

(The Goose then tosses all the puppets behind him.)

Great! Now that we are all caught up. Let’s talk about now. After all, THE GOOSE HAS COME …..TO KINGDOM!! WELCOME TO OWA, THE GOOSE IS OWA! I’m sure you all have heard it before, but you’re about to hear it once more. I’m here to excite you, ignite you, more importantly, delight you. You may be wondering, how did this all happen. And it’s a great story, a phenomenal story. One that is to entertain for the ages and knock your frickin’ socks off…….. I got a call. They made an offer, and after 90 days of negotiations and delays, after all, it’s not easy for one to change the way one looks, it’s happening, oh, it’s HAP….PEN…..NING! THE GOOSE IS LOOSE, BABAY!

All the antics, all the showmanship, all top grade a quality matches is now exclusive to the OWA brand, so all of you start booking in your Sunday Nights, because this is the only time you’ll be able to catch me live. And why would anyone punish themselves by not including them in their life? I mean, look at me. I mean really look at me. The epitome of perfection! The masterpiece of the century! ….. Now stop looking at me like that, it’s creepy. I mean, you can all dream of me, I can’t do anything about that. But like, why? When the things you can imagine me doing….. doesn’t even compare to what I will be doing? Save yourself the brain cell, and keep your eyes glued to the television, and let me take you on this neverending story….Ah-aahaaaaaaaaah! It’s about to get magical all up in here!

But… but. This isn’t just about me. After all, I share my debut match on Kingdom with another man. Senza …..Faccia? Was it? Great name, by the way. I suppose it’s only courteous and fair that I give you an opportunity in the spotlight. After all, this is an equal opportunity establishment. I mean, you have your goals, and I have mine, but here I am, talking about myself. I mean, how rude of me, truly. I’m sorry. Please, it’s your turn. Please, properly introduce yourself to me….. Go ahead.

IT DOESN’T MATTER WHO YOU ARE!! IF YOU THOUGHT I WAS SERIOUS WHEN I SAID THAT THIS WASN’T JUST ABOUT ME!! THAN SHAME ON YOU!! YOU DON’T KNOW ME AT ALL!! Senza Faccia, you suck, and I’m going to kick you and your stupid ass name all up in down the ring. THERE IS GOING TO BE “SEN” THERE, “ZA” ON THE ANNOUCER TABLE…. AND “FACCIA” ALL THE CROWDS FACES!! PUN FRICKIN INTENDED!! I’M GOING TO RIP YOU A NEW ONE, BECAUSE I FEAR THAT OWA, NO, THE WORLD NEEDS A RE-EDUCATION OF WHAT THE MAN BEHIND “THE GOOSE” IS ALL ABOUT! I ain’t here to lolly gag. I ain’t here entertain you all like a monkey. I ain’t here to be your frickin neighbor, and if I am, I’m going to clear out this entire block, because The Goose is here to bring the party back here 24/7!

Uh-Oh We're In Trouble, Something's Come Along And It's Burst Our Bubble! (Yeah Yeah!)

And Senza, you best try to keep up, or get out, because The Goose…. Aint….. going… nowhere! So until then, neighbor, and this goes for each and every single one of you. You’re in for the most intense and electrifying ride of my career, and you have my word on that. THE GOOSE … IS …. BACK…. AND OWA… WILL NEVER……EVAAAAAAAA…. BE THE SAME AGAIN!

And now, here is a song to play me out and make this segment seem longer than necessary!

(Song starts playing as pictures stills from certain events play like a slideshow)

Fighting Finnegan Seven Times
Breaking toilets, Committing Crimes
Stuck in Jail, Grand Rampage fail,
Raising Boys, turning Pale

Getting naked on the shows,
Acting Mexican in Tokyo,
Beating Senn,Throwing Tantrums,
Aria not proud, banned from Harlem

Worried that Keelan is gay,
BOB Brand, Accidental KKK,
Racism is bad and gross,
but insists he was just dressing up like a ghost,

Jedi Master, Rope Break,
Commercials, Oasis’ hoecakes,
Goose is back in OWA,
What else do I have to say?!

They'll Never Stop The Goose now!
Have no fears, we've got stories for years, like
The Goose becomes a Penguin,
Maybe Goose gets a tag team partner, will the boys ever hit puberty?

Or, how 'bout a crazy wedding?
Where Aria gets Bill Cosby-ed and doo doo doo doo doo...
Sorry for the extra shit.
Have no fears, we've got stories for years!

Queen of the Ring.

This is the new type of gold that the women in the Goddess’ Division are eyeing. I am one of those women. I got to admit it. It’s a mighty nice ring. It’s something that can be quite beneficial for any woman that possesses it. When looking in this entire tournament. People have their favorite to win this tournament. One of those women is my opponent in Kingdom. Yes, I am talking about you, Savannah Sunshine. I have to admit. I am quite resentful that people are not looking at me as the woman to win this ring. I don’t blame them. Why gamble on a woman like me? Instead, gamble on a woman who Aria Jaxon made her bitch at Hardcore Havoc. Gamble on a woman who couldn’t manage to win the OWA Tag Team Championships with Jessica Rose. Gamble on the so-called “hometown girl” this company’s roots are based on. It’s not like she is going to disappoint you for the billionth time. It’s not like she’s some overhyped, glorified woman who will only find herself in the midsts of disappointment. Yet, OWA management is soooo keen to put her in front of the cameras. OWA will continue to put that diabetic bitch in front of the world just hoping that she finally wins something. I mean, is that what happened to Sweet Roxy’s mom back in the last company she was from? It’s quite obvious that this company has their favorites and Dulce Torres and not one of them. No, go push that overrated Vendetta Family. Go push that glorified internet darling in Aria Jaxon. Give some lower level talent by the name of Azumi Goto some moment in the spotlight. Push some overhyped Candyland freak. I dare you. Continue to ignore that I’m not even present here. I’ll just continue to have my point proven as more Goddesses appear in the Division and are given more of a spotlight than me. I still have that glimmer of hope that Savannah continues to fall flat on her face and prove to be NOTHING when compared to the better competition. I want to win this match. I want to move on in this tournament and prove that I am a woman that should not be ignored. You can point and laugh at me all you want. I’ll be the one laughing once that ring is mine. So cute that you’re going to bring Jessica Rose to be by your side. You better pray that she doesn’t stand in my way because I will make that positive bitch regret it. I don’t trust what you are going to do with her in your corner, Savannah. You can get the job done by yourself or in a team. How can you expect to get the job done at Kingdom? Spoiler alert: you won’t. Your chances of having this ring will crumble right in front of you and no amount of tears are going to bring it back.

I’m done speaking.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) July 13th 2018, 7:43 am by Layne Kurobane

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Many have found themselves trapped within a limbo - unable to ever escape! Unable to ever start their journey! They remain in the womb of what could have been a legendary career filled with accolades that would have made them a star beyond their wildest dreams! But they refuse! They cannot do it! The fear of what’s to come from falling from the mountain is too great, and thus, they choose to be stillborn! They choose to allow themselves to die before they’ve even reached the starting line! Too many names! Layne Kurobane has raged against that common trap, and has bursted through into this new World of the Omega Wrestling Alliance with a new lease on life! The stray has truly found his home and captured his first victory, by hook or by crook! It did not only what he had to do, but what was necessary to walk out of the OWA Arena victorious! And victory he took! Eyes have shown their spotlight upon him! Whispers have begun to speak his name! The very name he holds dear to him - the very name that became the foundation of his newly reborn career! He marches onward to a challenge he never expected!

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For the first time in a long time, I truly feel alive.

I’ve won plenty of matches, but something about that… Something about having to legitimately scratch and claw to just barely capture a victory - that sparked a fire that I thought went out in me a long time ago. I think I might even be addicted to that feeling, as crazy as it sounds. I think I may have found my addiction. A challenge that leaves me barely hanging by a thread and on the brink of feeling like I may have genuinely met my match, and that’s something I didn’t come across a lot before I got here. “Thank you” isn’t a phrase coming out of my mouth any time soon, but I doubt it’s something a guy like Dustin Duke wants to hear coming from me anyway. So if you’re listening to this and you’re still feeling raw about the whole deal, come by anytime and I’ll make you feel far more robbed and humiliated than last time.

Of course, that’s not where the fun ends. I’ve got something far more exhilarating than last time. It’s hard to even look at you, Isaac. It really is. In fact, it’s hard to look at the man behind you - our dear OWA World Champ himself. I’m doing my damndest to look, but that gold is brighter than you’d ever expect. Now I’m not gonna stand here and pretend I’m all about being the honorable one and that I’m here to respect my opponents and shake hands and just be high on life. I’m not gonna lie to you like that. Any of you. I want to be the World Champion. I want it more than anything you could ever imagine… It’s just, well, I’m not one to do what certain others are willing to do to send a message. I’m not willing to trick anyone or reave any win. What would I get out of that? I don’t know, Isaac, what do YOU get out of that? What makes you feel proud of what you do out there in the ring? I’m really curious. What’s going through your head that’s convinced you that what YOU do is the right way to compete?

I’m not a boy scout by any means. I’ve been a bastard for a good while, but I have never made a joke out of what I do in that ring. You? You are the joke. Everything about you, from where you come from to what it is that brought you here. It’s a shame too. You’re talented, from what I’ve seen. You could have been somebody, beyond a washed up D-Lister with a grudge against wrestlers. If I’m being honest, the fact that you’re even scratching at the surface of a World Championship shot is enough to piss me off. But that’s alright. I’m fine. I’m good. I’m not here to keep looking past you. I’m not here to underestimate you. Maybe there’s something there, dug deep underneath all that makeup and desperation. Maybe there’s something driving you beyond the petty bullshit you spout every time you open your mouth. I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt the moment that bell rings, because I promise you this - No, I SWEAR to you, Isaac… You may as well be Finnegan Wakefield himself when that match starts. You may as well be the biggest challenge of my life, because I’m not coming to lose. I’m not taking any chances. I’ve done PLENTY of that in my lifetime. Not anymore. Do you understand me? You’re getting absolutely everything I’ve got, and maybe to you, that doesn’t mean shit. Maybe I’m just another dog for you to swat away before you step up to your biggest challenge and go for the gold. Maybe this is your defining moment - the opportune time that Isaac Thornton takes center stage in front of the World and claims his precious Oscar!

Wake up.

You see that mess there on your hands?

That’s the opportunity you just let slip through your fingers. That’s the afterbirth of your best shot at making a name for yourself. Opportunity, opportunity, opportunity… That’s what it boils down to, my friend. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. More than anything in the World, I just wanted an opportunity to prove who I am and what I do. To be the absolute BEST. That’s more than just some motivation bullshit. I want to beat you, and I want to beat Finnegan, and I want to beat the next man up, and so on until I’m recognized as the best in this company, the best in this country, and the best in the World. That’s where you come in. See, right now you’re wondering when you’re gonna get your shot at Finnegan. Is it Boiling Point? Is it the next week? The week after that? WHEN?

You’re writing the story of your ascent to fame, and you don’t even have it greenlit yet.

Are you following me? Am I going too fast? I’m saying that nothing is written. Not a damn thing. You beat Finnegan. Good for you. I’ll give you a round of applause. Let’s all go ahead and take a moment to rise and give Isaac Thornton here a pat on the back for the biggest win of his career! Congratulations! You did it, buddy! You beat the World Champ! You prevailed! You sent a powerful message! You made your mark!

But you did not secure a shot at the Title.

You know what that means, right? It means it’s still up for grabs. It means anyone could shoot you down, and take your spot. It means that ledge you’re on right now has only tricked you into thinking that just one more firm step and you’ll be right there on top of the mountain. That your victory is cemented and you can live a cozy life as the OWA Champion. But little do you know, that ledge is so Goddamn close to falling out from under you and sending you tumbling down to the very bottom of the mountain. All it takes is just one mistake, Isaac. Just ONE. That’s all I need. That’s all the edge I’ll ever need. You just have to make one mistake, and I’ll catch you. I’ll rip you apart. I’ll make you realize just how hard a stray dog can bite, and I’ll take everything you’ve worked for up to now. Finnegan is gonna be watching that match closely, but it’s not the Isaac Thornton show out there. It’s you against Layne Kurobane. It’s two men who want his Championship, and when you strip away the way we both present ourselves, all it comes down to is who wants that shot the most. You can’t even comprehend the thought of having to mess with the likes of me after beating Finnegan last week, but that was last week. That win didn’t give you a World Championship, and now it’s in the past where it belongs. This is your future, and if you think for one second that the OWA Championship is all that your future holds right now, then you’ve already lost. In the blink of an eye, all you worked - including your precious victory last week - won’t mean a Goddamn thing, because you just lost to someone better. Someone hungrier. Someone who truly wants it.

This is my opportunity. Not yours. I’m gonna clear that up for you come Kingdom. You’ve clearly went and gotten too comfortable here in your new lifestyle as a wrestler, but you don’t even know why, do you? It’s not because you’ve successfully adapted and proven you’re the best - that’s not why you’re so comfortable. You’re comfortable because you’re experiencing a feeling that you’re very familiar with. You’ve spent years failing to be on top, and then watched while a wrestler came in and took your opportunity for you. I’m glad you’ve become accustomed to that.

Because you’re about to experience it again.

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The gauntlet thrown down! Layne has made his message clear! The opportunity before him is the very one he has sought after since he first signed his name upon an Omega Wrestling Alliance contract! Within his second week, it showed itself - a glimmering hope! A silver lining that he reaches out for! It calls to him! It beckons him! The fire within him has grown wild at the thought of seizing this chance and taking a potential challenge for the OWA World Championship for himself! Nothing will stop him! He will have to utilize everything he has ever learned and hold nothing back if he hopes to overcome this monumental obstacle that’s revealed itself before him! It is a wall! One that cannot be simply climbed! He must meticulously strike it! He must wear it down! And he must break through!!!

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For our fallen brother and sisters.

In our short time we’ve been in OWA, we’ve laid the foundation for every black man or woman who’s been oppressed by a system of white rulers. They have whipped us into submission and made us look like fools for their amusement. In this industry, we have been put aside for the white man as the leaders of brands and locker rooms, but we’ve had enough. How could they do this to those who were weak before? These crackers don’t deserve any sympathy after their disgusting acts on my brothers and sisters. Some can’t even come home to their families because they were beaten to death but the white system. White ain’t right; black pride will take over OWA and we will take back our freedom no matter how big the cost. Olympus will be the brand of example and Bad and Boujee will see why their use of a black man’s song is disgusting. Their non-seasoned asses are gonna feel the pain us black folk have felt for several hundred years. Tomorrow night will the beginning of a new movement. There have been MLK, Malcolm X, and now we’re here. Before we were slaves, but now….now we’re unchained.

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(Rashad Wilson steps in front of the camera as an Olympus press background is shown and a graphic which reads “OWA.com” is pasted on the bottom corner. Rashad seems obviously annoyed as he sighs and shakes his head.)

I can’t believe I have to waste my time talking about this nonsense but if this is what yall suits are gonna make me do so I can go home I guess I’ll do it. This week me and my fellow brother to the cause Jamal King will be in tag team action for the first time and we’ll be doing it against a team known as….”Bad and Boujie”. These honkeys are really wildin’ out with their names these days. I’ve seen those crackers with my own eyes and let me tell you those fools are a DISGRACE to this sport and they are a DISGRACE to the black culture that they ripoff and make their money from. This Boujie Alan cat claims to be a “rapper” on the side, wearing his snapback backwards and having his designer jeans hanging off his ass. This cac has gotten famous running around shouting basic rhymes and telling stories as if he’s some shooter about that life. How DARE you take advantage of an art form that was meant to paint the tale of our struggle, an outlet for black plight, a prized concept of our people! And he makes a mockery of it with his “mixtapes” and his “soundclouds” and his “lean sipping”. Nigga you ain’t no dopeboy, you’re barely above Kevin Federline! The closest that boy’s ever been to the streets is watching a rerun of Friday on his TV screen and he knows it! And that lanky cac he has behind him? His poor excuse for a bodyguard….I’m a really guard, son. I know what it’s like to put my life on the line! I defend my guys from psychopaths, from gangs, from police, I stared into the face of death every week! You aren’t SHIT compared to me! The most you’ve ever dealt with is some xanned up PAWG trying to get into Boujie’s hotel room. Bad News Biff, Butch, Bart, whatever the fuck - you and your homie are both going down this week. I promise you! TIME TO REPENT FOR THE DAMAGE YOU'VE DONE TO MY PEOPLE'S CULTURE! The Unchained are here and you unseasoned wonderbreads aren't going to be getting away with this foolishness no more!

Hand in your black cards. Can't rap? You white inside.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) July 12th 2018, 8:35 pm by Koji Soo-Don

Olympus II(or lll) Promo

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*We are in Hunter Goodwin’s loft apartment. He appears to be meditating but has his headphones on playing K-Pop full blast, which seems counterproductive. Koji enters, having been grocery shopping to get vital nutrition ahead of their big match*

Hunter: Yo! You gave me a bit of a fright there bro! Was just maaaad deep into this meditation bro. Man, how good have the last couple of weeks been? First episode of Olympus and I beat Boujie Alan! Then on the SECOND first episode of Olympus, you beat Bad News Bart! And now we’re gonna be a team again!

Koji: *Sets down a bag full of protein powder and frozen fruit from the grocery* I'm sure as hell pumped for that man! It's insane the kind of success we've been experiencing since coming here, especially you. You've been showing off your stuff for that crowd since the moment you stepped into this place! *Koji laughs* I also don't see how you meditate while blaring Korean Pop music in your ear, but hey, who am I to judge? *Koji shrugs indifferently*

Hunter: Sorry bro, didn’t quite catch that last part, my tinnitus is acting up for some reason...Anyway! Yeah! It’s been so fun getting out there and showing the world how to do this *Hunters gets up and goes to make a run up the wall, before pausing and looking at the hole in the ceiling from the last time he attempted such a move indoors* Hehe, good thing I own this place, if I had a landlord, he’d kill me!

So yeah, we’ve got ourselves a match bro and I’m pumped! I mean, we’re gonna be facing Bad and Boujie down the line to get that #1 contendership against Doghouse or whatever they’re called...but man, this week? We’re facing the Omega Heavyweight Champ AND his opponent at Boiling Point! Talk about a tall order!

Koji: *he smiles wryly* yeah, we got some tough competition huh? But what would Hoiro say? There's no such thing as competition that's not going to test you in some way. Bart tested my speed and agility, Steele tested your resolve and stamina. This is nothing more than another test, a harder one than any one we've had before, for sure. But it's all the same, at least… I hope it is. In any case, wrestling is wrestling and no matter what, win or loss I want to entertain those fans as much as I can!

Hunter: And you’ve gotta remember the MAJOR advantage we have over them bro. Me and you? We’re a team, a unit. One mind joined as one. We flow like the stream in perfect synergy. The harmony in our movement has the rhythmic beauty of an orchestra reaching its crescendo, bro! Nas and Miltiades? They ain’t no team...they’re enemies! They’re being forced to tag together!

We’ve got CM Nas, world champ, all round badass and pretty chill dude, but then we’ve Miltiades, bro! Some nutjob who thinks he’s a Roman Emperor! And let’s not forget HOW Miltiades earned his shot against Nas, he beat his old lady at Game Over! I’m sorry bro, but these two getting along well enough to put away the best tag team on Earth? Never. Gonna. Happen. Bro.

Koji: You're right man, our partnership is better than Peanut Butter and Jelly, Rice Krispies and Marshmallows, and Ice Cream and Sprinkles! We got that synergy stronger than neutrons and electrons! Our partnership is just sweet science. CM Nas and Miltes aren't gonna be able to beat that, at least not while they're squabbling like they're on reality TV every second ya know? *Koji laughs and pulls the frozen fruit out to put in the freezer*

Hunter: *Leaps forward to quickly grab some frozen blueberries before Koji can place them in the freezer, which he munches on with glee* I knoooowww bro!!! Why are they squabbling so much? You’ve got cats like Finnegan Wakefield over on Kingdom having one hour battles for the ages to keep his world title, Scotty Adams almost being killed for his belt, what have we got over here? Two grown men who wanna argue over who has the bigger...umm...ego? I don’t know, it’s just a real shame that they can’t get along and get into the spirit of competition.

I have no doubt in my mind that they’re elite competitors, we’re gonna get hurt, bruised, battered, bazinga’d! It’s gonna be a tough task and that’s why I love it! Just picture those two arguing over who gets to tag in to hit a big move and then WHAM! We hit em with something so crazy that they won’t know WHAT to think! JUST GET ME TO THE ARENA NOW, BRO! HUNTER NEEDS TO FLIP!!

Koji: *he laughs hysterically at his partner’s enthusiasm* you gotta wait to flip until we're at a gym with a ring or we got CM Nas and Millies in front of us dude! Or else you might kick more holes in this house than you already have! You'd better calm down! *He punches his partner in the shoulder good-naturedly*

Hunter: *cracks his own wry smile at his partner’s playfulness* I’m gonna have to pull out every trick up my sleeve, I mean, I’ve got flips for days but it may take something really special to take out two top level contenders. I just think we’re here, we’re a bitchin’ team and we can really bring something to this division. I don’t want an environment where big time singles stars being thrown together makes a team, bro. Call me bitter, call me what you want, but it’s disrespectful to what we’ve worked so hard to build.

Look at Muttcrib, those guys are the tag champs, I get it. And they are a good team, bro. Nobody’s worked out how to beat them but what are they doing? Throwing the same team at them three times? Putting them against Scott Oasis and Carlos Rosso at Boiling Point? It hurts, bro. There’s the potential for such an amazing tag division here but it’s the land of the singles guys! The way I see it, we NEED to win this week to protect the sanctity of tag team wrestling! Defeating these two it’s...well it’s symbolic to me. If we can pull this off, who could question us? We’d prove to the world that tag team wrestling is so much more than just a pair of dudes coming together to fight, it’s a way of life bro! It’s our bread and butter! What we create when we tag together? It transcends time and space, it...it makes me feel like nothing else in the world matters *Hunter places his hand on Koji’s shoulder and gives him a look that says “we’re in this together...bro”*

Koji: *looks at his best friend and returns the same look toward him* Like I've said before, bro. It's time we take this place to an upper echelon. Show em something they've never seen before and then some. The crowd is gonna be pumped, I'm gonna be pumped, you're gonna be pumped, and CM Nas and Amadeus are just gonna be lost in the shuffle and the beauty of our high flying style. Our stiff strikes that we've trained on since we were young boys, and our chemistry as a team that we were born to have. Heart and Seoul is not just our tag name, not just a brand name, nope, it's our way of life. It describes who we are and where we came from as well as where we plan to go. In the end, we're just two kids who think that we're invincible, and ain't nobody gonna convince me otherwise.

Tag team wrestling changed forever when we stepped on to the scene, and when we step out of that curtain on to an OWA stage, it's gonna change again. Tomorrow night, will be in the minds of fans forever… as the day the OWA tag division finally found someone to stand up to Wolvesden.

Hunter: Wolvesden! That was it! I’ve been calling them Caninecabin for ages! You’re so right, bro. What can stop the surge of momentum we have right now? Two big dudes with their own issues to work through tagging together against their will? No! Two weird cult members who need a shave and a shower? No! Bad and Boujie? Well, possibly, they’re legit as hell. BUT APART FROM THEM? NOBODY! *Hunter stands in a defiant pose, his neighbours across the street looking across and seeing inside, as Hunters awkwardly walks over to the window to draw the curtains* NOBODY!

Koji: *he chuckles once again at his friend's antics* I don't see Bad and Boujie stopping us either. Considering we're 2-0 against them as is. I'm sure this match against CM Nas and Mil Musketeer is gonna be fun though, it's like a reunion! We've needed something like this, and if we win it, we're gonna be up in the clouds man! Remember when Gareth Cason won against CM Nas? He only went up from there and now look at him!

Hunter: Gareth Cason, bro, *Hunter looks at his leg and thinks about what Gareth Cason would do to it if he got ahold of him and shudders* Guy might be the meanest, toughest guy in the OWA pound for pound. If he ever finds himself a tag partner that he doesn’t want to pummel into mush, we’d better look over our shoulders!

But it seems that putting away a man like CM Nas truly is the key to unlocking that next level, bro. We’re only one win away from challenging for the tag titles as is, but why not have the notch of all notches in our bodacious belts? You know what? I’m visualising our victory right now and it’s making me feel like the best damn wrestler in the world! Tied with you, of course.

Screw the pleasantries, let’s head to the arena right now and pack some stuff for the journey! *Hunter remembers his apartment is literally a ten minute walk from the arena and that he isn’t in Korea right now* Or...we could just play some Street Fighter?

Koji: Street Fighter and Smoothies night it is! *He smiles* tomorrow night is the night, and it's gonna be awesome bro! HEART AND SEOUL FOREVER.

*Incredibly elaborate credits role despite there being the most basic production values ever, as a version of the Street Fighter theme plays that isn’t too close to the original to avoid copyright issues, but not far enough that you can’t tell what it is.*

Truth Hurts

Christopher Sabertooth is being helped backstage to his locker room after he got caught off guard by Stark in their matchup at Olympus. The doctor tends to his busted wounds as Chris just sits there in pain.

“This is fucking bullshit. Stark was supposed to be my partner but he stabbed me in the back after I laid out our opposition of the night in Tarah and Connors. How much longer will you need Doc?” Screamed Chris as the OWA Doctor wiped the wounds and worked on stitching it up.

“Hurry up will ya! I know…. I know I attacked them after the match but I was just doing Stark a favor. I wasn’t ready to make the tag back when he needed to so I thought I would help him out in the post-match assault. I wasn't laughing at him when he was getting destroyed by Connors and Tarah. That was just me recuperating. But this man has the audacity to attack me! ME!” Screamed Chris as the Doctor finishes up stitching the wound. He nods at Chris as he leaves the locker room. Chris gets up and walks to the mirror and sees the wound and gets furious.

“Who do you think you are Stark? I knew I couldn’t trust you the moment this matchup for tonight was announced. You do have a reputation of stabbing people in the back, don’t you? Is that how you built your legend in this business? Because you just tried to ruin my plans for the weekend with that bruise. I know, a man of your age has nowhere to be on the weekends but how dare you try to mess with my plans. We are in LA. I was supposed to get freshen up and go out and party with Rocky Hollywood and his business associates but now I will look like a damn idiot when I show up with this bruise. Fuck that… This isn’t over Stark. You might think that you can just catch me off-guard like that and forget about it, expecting no consequences… But that’s not how it will go. I will fuck you up, Stark. If people were calling you a has been before… They about to start talking about your career in past tense. And as for Tarah and Connors. They have nothing on me. Bull might think like he got an upper hand over everybody else, but it’s not going to be so for long. If Stark wasn’t as stupid as he is, you wouldn’t have been walking back on your own tonight. I was going to end you like I ended Tarah but Stark, like every old man trying to be relevant, hit me from the back thinking like he has bragging rights over me now. But nah… One by one, I will end each and everybody in this locker room because it looks like people here don’t understand who the fuck they are messing with. I don’t need to paint my face this time to beat you senseless.” Said Chris as an interviewer walks in.

“Christopher Sabertooth, I would like to have a word with you regarding Mr. Rivers’s announcement.” Said the Interviewer.

“What announcement?” Questioned Sabertooth looking puzzled.

“Roy Rivers has issued out a fatal four-way matchup between yourself, Bull Connors, Tarah Nova and Stark, to earn an opportunity at Gareth Cason’s OWA Television Championship at a future date for Boiling Point.” Said the interviewer. Christopher doesn’t seem happy about the announcement.

“What the fuck did he do? This is Vernon Tressler all over again. Boy… Why did I think that anything would be different this time around? Another multi-man matchup! Seriously?! SERIOUSLY!” Screamed Chris as the interviewer is taken aback.

“And here I was thinking that my day couldn’t get any worse. I just don’t know why I can’t be put in a match where I don’t have to suffer because of somebody else’s mistakes. This happened at Game Over already when “The Survivor” who can’t survive shit, got pinned in the middle of the ring. That wasn’t my fault! I have been screwed because of others before and I have had enough of that already. Olympus was supposed to be a new beginning for me. But now, I have to face those three imbeciles to earn an opportunity at Gareth Cason? Really? I thought this company was all about handing opportunities then why oh why is it only when I am involved, we suddenly need to have qualifying matches at Pay Per Views. I am going to ignore the one on one matchup Tarah had with Miltiades because I have brought that up before and I think Tarah has other things on her mind right now than to think about her failed opportunities. Even that was a one on one matchup…. But whatever. At this point, there’s only one thing I can do at that is to guarantee eliminating these people one by one systematically as the match progresses. I will have to single handedly take all of them out of the equation. That seems like the only way I can guarantee Tarah not fucking up another opportunity and handing out the win to the other opponents. The last thing we need is any of those other two has-beens getting an opportunity at Gareth Cason’s Championship. Connors has already failed before so it wouldn’t be fair giving Cason an easy title defence. And Stark is an old idiot who has no idea when to quit. I would talk about Tarah being a challenger but it has already been proven that title opportunities and Tarah Nova don’t go hand in hand. She can NEVER get the job done and I don’t see any other outcome heading into Boiling Point. Gareth Cason… I know you are watching this… So, I will help you out. You might be thinking about who out of the four possible challengers that you will face, but it couldn’t be an easier decision. I know you like to fight and boy, do I have a fight for you. Stop thinking about the other challengers because they can never measure up to my level and start watching all my matches. Make some notes and try to figure out a strategy for when you face me… Who am I kidding? You are just a meat head who thinks he can brutalize his way through the competition just because he happens to have an MMA background. Well, that isn’t going to work with me. After everything that I have been through, there’s not much you can do to stop me when we inevitably face each other. You’re looking at a soon to be OWA Television Champion. And when I am done with that… I will go after the Omega Heavyweight Championship because that’s what I do. I talk a big game… But I see it through at the end of the day. This Fatal Four-way may appear to be a curveball but I have had enough of others screwing it up for me. I am going to take matters into my own hands and guarantee nobody walks out on their own of Boiling Point after I am done with them.” Said Chris as he walks away from the interviewer before she could get anything to say.

“But Chris….” Said the interviewer before she was cut off by Sabertooth who was heading out of his locker room at this point. “This interview is over. Bye! Also, close my locker room when you leave!”

Later

At Hollywood Estate, Los Angeles Headquarters.

“Man… That bruise is really sticking out isn’t it. Do you want me to get it checked by our doctors here?” Asked Rocky Hollywood.

“No. It is fine. Don’t forget what business I am in and where you came from. You may enjoy the desk job, but you know exactly what being a wrestler takes. Besides, this is hardly anything in comparison to per-say being stabbed in prison. That wasn’t fun.” Said Chris.

“Yeah yeah…. You jail thing. I know all about it and would rather not talk about that right now. Anyway, as I was saying. You and Emma should get back together. I mean, you are perfectly healthy now and the way things ended between the two of you didn’t seem right to me.” Said Rocky.

“You know I would… I would call her if she would let me. After the incident, I don’t think it is right for me to think that she will take me back. I wronged her but I digress. And why are you talking about love and all that bullshit all of a sudden? Surely, a businessman like yourself might have plenty of woman hanging around you waiting do whatever you please.” Said Chris.

“Chris… My man. That was the old Rocky Hollywood. I am changed man now ever since I met Lydia.” Said Rocky.

“Lydia…. Who the fuck is that? And when am I meeting this Lydia.” Said Chris.

“Wait. Haven’t you two met already. She works with you remember?” Asked Rocky playfully.

“Works with me? What the fuc....Wait a minute…. Are you talking about Lydia Truth? That Nathan guy’s girlfriend?” Asked Chris.

“Didn’t you hear? They had a massive fight which was all over Twitter. I couldn't see the damsel in distress, so... I swooped in!” Said Rocky.

“Wait... What?! You are joking right?” Asked Chris with a confused look.

“Well… I am. I heard about your match this coming Friday against Quinn. But honestly, she could do with an improvement. What on Earth is that woman doing with that Quinn guy. That man has no business being around that lady and maybe you should try to change that if you aren’t getting back with Emma. I feel bad for her.” Said Rocky.

“Dammit Rocky. I really thought you were giving me an inside scoop over here and that would have been hilarious. But I see your point. Lydia could benefit from being with a REAL man like myself. Jokes apart, Nathan Quinn seems like an interesting opponent. Apart from the eye candy at ringside, this guy seems to have the tools to make it big in this business. He calls himself the ‘Master of The Cutter’ apparently. I see potential in this man but sadly for him, he faces a dead end in his career path. Gareth Cason beat this guy before so it should be a piece of cake for me. I don’t like ending promising talents like these but I have my own legacy to build here.” Said Chris.

“This is unlike you… You are actually praising this guy? I didn’t know you did that. I barely got any praises from you and I was your tag team partner!” Said Rocky.

“I mean... You did pull a joke on me so I thought I would play around for a bit myself. Why would I even praise this guy? I don’t even know if he has ever won a match to be honest. Horrendous performances, one after other. Why would I say this guy has a future in this business when after our match this Friday, he is likely to be future endeavoured. I mean… Lydia Truth, I would say you deserve better but you seem like a loser to me. Which is why you chose to be with a guy like Quinn. I would say I can show you what a real man looks like, but you don’t deserve it. I am way out of your league. I have a fatal four-way matchup to look forward to, but I appreciate Roy Rivers for letting me have a one on one matchup for once. Too bad it is against a nobody like Nathan Quinn. You ain’t catching me with a cutter out of nowhere because I have been in this industry for long enough to know when it is coming. And that is when I will strike and end you. Simple as that. I would say my catchphrase right now but it would be weird with you standing around here wouldn’t it Rocky?” Said Chris.

“You do this all the time. You cut promos when I think we are here having a friendly or business-related discussion. This is probably why I quit wrestling… I don’t think I can waste my time on fools like Nathan Quinn. Either give me the main event or don’t book me at all.” Said Rocky.

“I wish it was that simple man. I mean, by talent alone, I am unmatched by anybody in the business. Then we start bringing up accolades and mine probably don’t fit in one page. Yet I am sitting here talking about nobodies like Nathan Quinn. And to imagine I have a fatal four-way heading my way for an opportunity at the OWA Television Championship… I will have to strategize to use my energy efficiently when I beat down and guarantee the three count for myself before somebody steals it from me. There is a reason why I am yet to be pinned or submitted. I always suffer because of everybody else’s lack of capability. But this time will be different. Maybe, I will use Nathan Quinn to set an example for Connors, Nova and Stark. And if Lydia Truth thinks she can get involved in that matchup, I will once again show Tarah why I don’t discriminate amongst men and women. Now, to talk business. What has come about that Marvel deal since?” Asked Chris.

“Brilliant. We have a lot to discuss regarding that so why not head into my office and let that cameraman who follows you around stay out this time.” Said Rocky.

“What cameraman?” Asked Chris.

“Oh, you gotta be joking!” Screamed Rocky as the camera zooms out of focus and eventually fades to black.

Vol. 1: Olympus

Tomazeya: *sigh* How condescending. Maybe you could pass this by my pupil but don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing. The more things change the more they stay the same. Jessica Rose: an established and focal piece of the Goddess division in OWA against a bright eyed up and comer who hasn’t even had a televised match yet. In a match to decide which woman will qualify as a contender for Queen of the Ring. I’ve been dealing with backstage politics and situations like this since I was just a kid trying to make the world fear me. You see a fresh piece of meat who could threaten your stars so you decide to feed her to the wolves. Jessica Rose WITH her tag team partner Savannah Sunshine. Savannah Sunshine another woman who has made her name heard not only in OWA but across the world. You think you’re going to make my pupil run the gauntlet to crush her hope and her dreams? To make her wish she never came to this place and run her out of town? Oh don’t lie to my face, I know exactly how this goes.

These booking decisions are exactly why I choose to look after my students into the business because I know all about the road blocks like this. I know how the suits favor names and try to drive the others away. However TyAnna may be one pupil who would keep fighting no matter what. She’s stubborn and driven. Your tactics of corruption aren’t going to be enough to douse the flame in her spirit. I don’t think OWA understands the prospect I’ve handed to them based on the fact that it seems they blatantly choose to disrespect her. This immediately after cutting her first match from TV?

If I’m being honest I don’t believe OWA deserves to hear from TyAnna Jupiter yet. I was planning on having her give statements following her impactful debut against Dulce Torres but considering nobody ever saw it I guess the world will have to wait even longer. Regardless of what OWA expects I can promise that TyAnna Jupiter will earn herself the victory at Olympus. Don’t doubt the extraordinary talent and power that TyAnna Jupiter embodies in her spirit. Soon you will all have no choice but to understand.

???: Excuse me, but can I please just say something for my supporters?

Tomazeya: If you do all of your mystique will be gone. Just wait until after you’ve defeated your opponent. Cut the video before-

???: Please? They did nothing wrong to me. It’s an ugly look to hide from the people who want to see me when they had nothing to do with any of the injustices you mentioned.

Tomazeya: *sigh* If you insist. Go ahead.

(TyAnna Juptier steps into the center of the shot and looks directly into the camera.)

Tyanna: OWA, your treatment of new signees is, in my experience, questionable at best but more accurately disgraceful. Jessica Rose, I understand who you are and what you stand for in this company. Understand that’s all irrelevant to me. You can have Sunshine and Roses but if the colors and framing are gaudy then all you really have is a hot mess. A hot mess that’s hard to look at. Luckily for the City of Angels they’ll have a guardian. The Protector of Beauty will restore the aesthetic of Los Angeles by giving our patrons a Goddess worthy of the title: Queen of the Ring.

Tomazeya: Not bad. But I don’t think the world has earned this much of your presence. Let’s focus on making sure you make an example out of Jessica Rose.

Olympus - 1st Promo - My Journey July 9th 2018, 12:08 pm by Fairland

Olympus - 1st Promo - My Journey

“It is the nature of all hypocrites and false prophets to create a conscience where there is none, and to cause conscience to disappear where it does exist.”

- Martin Luther

The ink was barely dry on my contract when I received a call letting me know that I had been booked against the “Reverend” James Onlee. A dangerous man, a ruthless competitor, and a prophet, or so that is what he espouses. He claims to be a representative of his “God”. He claims to be without sin, and that only the worthy will receive his “God’s” forgiveness. He does not however explain how one is worthy. Does he deem who is worthy and who is not? Is it something his “God” relays to him, or is he like every other false profit out there and just spinning tales for children? That’s okay Rev, you aren’t the only hypocrite running around OWA. You’re simply the first in my path.

Hypocrisy by definition is pretense, or the practice of claiming to have moral standards or beliefs to which one's own behavior does not conform. When you hold others to a higher standard than you hold yourself, that speaks volume to your character as a human being, or lack thereof. We all have our own personal code, some never speak of their own code out loud for fear of backlash. I have no fear of anything or anyone, but I’ll let my actions speak for themselves.

My Journey

U.S.S. Fitzgerald

/Scene Opens\

One year ago to the day….

My discharge from the U.S. Navy

I stood at attention in my dress whites in Captain Olivias’ office awaiting the arrival of Lieutenant Commander Spazzos to arrive with my separation paperwork. The Fitz had been my home for the past two years and I had made many friends, some would be life long and others not so much. The officers on this ship were definitely not going to be lifelong friends. The fact that the Captain had not allowed me to go to parade rest while we waiting on his executive officer spoke volumes to how this would go.

As I continued to wait, my anxiety grew and the sweat began as I felt a single trickle of sweat roll down my back. The XO was known for this kind of crap, he liked to play games with people’s emotions and not to mention their careers. After standing at attention for what I estimated was an hour he finally enters the Captain’s office to grace us with his presence. The XO stops and then moves right in front of me, standing nose to nose, he then smiles and the odor of unbrushed teeth hits me so hard it almost makes me gag. It was like two days of booze and garlic all at once. Despite all of that, I snap a salute that is not returned.

LCMDR Spazzos
So it’s clear Petty Officer, you are not to say a word unless a question is directed to you. Understood?!

Out of the blue the sweating stopped, my anxiety gone, replaced with a calm rage. This man was about to fuck me over and there wasn’t shit I could do about it.

Douglas Fairland
Yes sir, completely.

He spun on his heel and presented the Captain with my discharge papers. My commanding officer reviews the forms, page by agonizing page until finally looking up and returning the salute that XO never had.

Captain Olivias
Everything seems to be in order. Let’s all be seated please, no reason to make this any more uncomfortable than it already is.

A chair was provided, so I sat down. To be honest I needed it, I had no idea why there was this hatred from these two. It made no sense, I had been a 4.0 sailor, that was supposed to mean something. I had busted my ass and was selected for E-5, the frocking date had been set beyond my discharge date. What that meant for me is that I would leave the service an E-4. To be blunt it was a slap in the face. An act that would cause most people to have a jaded opinion of officers in the military. I however was second generation Navy. I would roll with the punches and still come out on top. I had to, my wife and son were waiting on me to return home.

Captain Olivias
Let’s begin shall we?

I said nothing as they went over my separation paperwork. The only point that I almost said something was when I saw the reenlistment code [/b]RE-4[/b]. Loosely translated it means, “fuck you, the Navy doesn’t want you”. I could feel my blood pressure begin to spike but I let it go. I had to, too many people were depending on me. As it came to a close I signed my separation paperwork, including my 30 days of leave that I was using as separation leave.

Captain Olivias
We’re done here, you are dismissed Petty Officer Fairland.

I stood quickly and stood at attention offering a salute to both men. They returned those salutes and I exited the Captain’s office. I had invested so much, dedicated myself to being the best CTI that I could be. I made my way down the hallway and then below decks to the galley. My separation would begin the next day. I was flagged down by Chief Petty Officer Mashe.

CPO Mashe
How did it go Doug?

I think my face must have spoken to how badly it had gone, I didn’t speak right away but took the seat opposite him and shook my head in dismay. The Chief had befriended me when I first came on board. He was over disbursement. My dad had always told me to never piss off the people who make sure you get paid.

Douglas Fairland
I don’t understand Chief….

The Chief looked at me in the most sympathetic way.

CPO Mashe
Do you remember when you first arrived, the investigation you were tasked with by the Tiger Team?

He almost chokes on his coffee as both of my eye brows shoot up.

Douglas Fairland
That’s what trashing me is about? That fucking inspection?

After the Chief coughs a couple of times and regains his composure he nods. Holding up one finger to forestall anything I might say he continues.

CPO Mashe
The XO, he’s had it in for you ever since. That was his little brother that got court martialed right out of the Navy. The mishandling charges stuck and he’s still in prison.

It all made sense now, family is family, I understood the why’s but it still set my teeth on edge. Petty Officer Third Class Franklin Spazzos was already being held in the ship’s brig for mishandling charges. I followed orders and presented the evidence that I had found.

/Scene Closes\

The screen flickers, followed by a little snow and then the picture snaps into focus.

I’m not done yet…

My journey is just beginning, this will be the first in what I hope are many more matches to come. I realize that my being from Texas, I’m probably not what you were expecting. You were probably expecting someone more like the profanity laced tirade of little mister Duke. Defending your second amendment rights is fine and all. You might want to seek out some continuing education that will allow you to speak in a way that drives your point home without the use of the f-bomb. It makes you appear to be the ignorant hick they claim you are.

Speaking of them; gentlemen I really don’t even know how to address you right now. A couple of things though. First and foremost, you’re a rip off of a rip off to be quite honest. Did y’all really use the word honky? Sorry fellas, that term went out in the 70’s most of us white folks prefer the term cracker. It’s even fun to say. Let’s all say it together….

Cracker

See, not so difficult.

I honestly don’t care about your agenda, your hype, or your feelings of being held back or held down. The thing I care least about is the color of your skin. I’ll punch a white man in the face for being a dick just as quickly as I will any other.

Sounds arrogant doesn’t it?

I have no lack of self confidence, I was trained by some of the best in this business, I have no fears. What I do have is ambition, youth, and a body that hasn’t been broken down by countless matches against countless opponents. What I have is an opportunity to impress, amaze and deliver. I always deliver….

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) July 7th 2018, 10:31 pm by **CASPIAN**

KINGDOM I: BREAKING POINT

The OWA screwjob of CASPIAN continues at full throttle. Another PPV cycle and yet I still don’t get the opportunity to be on a show. This is absolutely dreadful for a man who knows he could take OWA by storm. I came off a hot win against half of the tag team champions, Nate Cage, yet I can’t even get a small match at Budokai Tenkaichi. If you’re not up to date with what happened in that PPV, you should watch it and see how I handle with this unfair treatment. I made sure my frustrations and motives were remembered over in weeaboo land when I cost Monolith the Spartan’s title. My men left Monolith with the biggest loss he’s taken yet, and I’m proud of it. I don’t believe that he should’ve been in that title match because he’s not good enough for the Spartan’s title. Everyone in OWA knows that I should be champion now, bringing true prestige to the name Spartan, but Vernon’s too busy sucking up to that Aussie scum. I probably did Vernon a favor when I stepped in made sure his golden boy won, but it wasn’t for the reasons you all believe it was for. I want to be the man who takes the title from Scotty and finally shut up my critics for good. It’s been 3 months of constantly being screwed by an unqualified eejit who has a vendetta against me for no reason. I’ve played nice with him as much as I could without being treated like a bitch, yet he continues to try to make me another man on this roster! When I asked that viejo to be involved in the Spartan’s title scene, he ignored me completely and put me in a random match. Unsurprisingly, he decided to have a singles match the same week and didn’t put ME in it. What the hell is this man’s problem? I clearly deserve to have a title match after my performance two weeks ago, but he puts me up against Monolith. Hey, at least the first 4 letters of his name describe him very well. This overweight mono had it coming and I don’t have an issue saying that to his face...wherever it is. I don’t understand how Scotty had a hard time with this...this..thing! I could easily take him down that tub of lard and make him taste the dirt. My men told me this man ain’t caca esse, so what’s the big deal people keep making about this guy? Then again, Scotty is depending on his pure talent to keep winning, but he’s not evolving like me! I keep going back to my schools in Honduras and Mexico, training with the best guys they’ve got! America’s full of flippy shit pussies, but I’m all about the hard hitting shit homie. Just ask Monolith when I knock him out in a matter of seconds. Hell, if that doesn’t work, I could easily outrun him. Am I being very offensive to 90% of the population? Yes, but it’s not my fault your parents raised a bunch of pussies.

If Monolith has any cojones, he’ll be ready to reply tonight with something that’ll blow me out of my seat. He has his jiggling jugs, but those don’t scare me. I’m a man of confidence and strength in his physique, mind, and words. I may be called a sneaky cabron, but I know what will get me the win. Sure, I’ve screwed you over Monolith, but who’s to say I won’t figure out how to outsmart you again? You obviously focused on my men rather than your inevitable win, so it’s your fault for being such a weakling and focusing on your surrounds. I knew you’d take the bait like a complete idiot and I could keep the belt on Scotty. I don’t want you to hold that belt at all because my eventual win would be less satisfying honestly. Who would want to see you as champion anyway? You don’t have the look or the honor to hold such an important title in this company. To me, it’s the most important title that OWA offers today; it’s beautiful, holds a great meaning and deserves to be on my waist. With these three absolutely essential criteria fulfilled, I want this title more than ever. You don’t ask about the Spartan’s title every week like I do, mono. I’m always concerned about how it’s doing and who’s holding it, but you’re the one getting random opportunities. Give me one reason why you should be champion because being strong and dominant isn’t enough. You are a harry buffoon who needs to get his whole body shaved. You also need to get into better shape for that title run because I can’t believe a sack of shit like you can have a title around your waist. Yeah, I said it; I hope I’m not hurting your feelings or getting you mad. I’m just speaking la verdad, something that Vernon Tressler wouldn’t tell you because he’s too busy sucking you off perro. You and me will get into that ring tomorrow night and you may be able to use your mass to your advantage but at the end of the day, you don’t scare me one bit. I’m that cabron, guey! I’ve gotten here for a reason and if you think that you’re gonna stop me from finally reaching my dreams, you’ve got another thing coming. I will have my own men die for this title; that’s how committed to it I am. I can imagine where I’m going to be soon; I’ll be laying down in my mansion, sipping some tequila and once I turn around, I’ll see my title laying on the pillow. That’s when I’ll kiss it and yell to the top of my lungs “I did it! I’m the champion now, fools! ME”. As a wise man once said...Eso es mi realidad! But until then, I wish you the best of luck, tubby, you’re gonna need it. Now I must return my attention to that hijo de su puta madre Vernon Tressler.

I’M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET, OLD MAN. HOW DARE HE TREAT EL CAPITAN LIKE THIS?! THIS KIND OF TREATMENT IS ABSOLUTELY HORRENDOUS AND I WANT THIS TO BE CORRECTED ALREADY. EVERY DAY, I GET CLOSER TO MY BREAKING POINT AND WHEN IT HAPPENS, VERNON WILL KNOW IT PERSONALLY. I didn’t come to American to be bent over and fucked until the world looks at me as a fool. I came to America to show what they’ve been missing and that’s exactly what I intend to do. Whether Vernon likes it or not, I will be Spartan’s Champion and I will hold that belt with pride. Once that title is in my hands, I’ll be shoving it in that viejo’s face until the day I die. Voy a cagar en su tumba and I will laugh my ass off in his family’s misery. I am sick of this gringo ordering me around and when I beat Monolith this week, the next step will be bringing MY Spartan’s Title to mi mansion. Creeme cuando te digo esto, mi mundo will be in full force sooner than later. Don’t be shook when it happens, OWA locker room; accept your GM’s horrible decisions and feel my iron fist. You all stand there, letting Vernon act with corruption and hatred towards an Hispano like me. At first it wasn’t personal, but sadly for all of you, now it is. I wish you all death, gringos. Ciao.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) July 7th 2018, 9:27 pm by **VaeVictisBD**

Chapter 6: Fifteen Minutes

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"The Wrestling Artist" Finnegan Wakefield

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We are introduced with the sounds of footsteps against a marble floor, heels and shoes making differing noises to our ears as we fade in from black. The occasional voice over the Tannoy system calls for various names to make their way to certain gates to board their respective flights. The sun is just peaking over the horizon through the windows, the tarmac lined with planes prepared to take flight. It isn't long until, among the zoo of faces waiting for their planes arrival, we spot the familiar face of Finnegan Wakefield, seated and with his rolling suitcase at his feet, the OWA World Championship on full public display as it is wrapped around the handle. The seats to his gate are empty besides his own, seemingly early for his flight, the noises being pushed further and further into the background as it approaches the casually attired champion. The tone of his voice is low, raspy as it escapes his throat. ”No one said achieving your dream would be easy, especially in a line of work that taxes your body. These taxes are necessary to make sure that dream lives on, a cost that can be so heavy to pay to the point where it leaves you broken and without anything. But is it worth it? Without a doubt. I just spent three weeks in Japan, a country with a culture so rich, a wrestling scene so widely respected. To have people of a different culture approach me in the streets, knowing my name and, even in a language I don't understand, their praises and appreciation for my work only assure me more than these past three weeks were worth the bodily harm I have endured. My orbital bone may have been damaged in the slugfest against Maelstrom at Budokai Tenkaichi, but I have persevered and held onto this championship decisively. The same can be said about my right knee, heavily damaged at Game Over in a match that has gone to define this company and the work rate that it can produce, perseverance got me through with the championship still around my waist. These wounds of war have been a test for me, how far I am willing to push myself to keep this championship close to my chest. A true test of my will to not take a shortcut in merely escaping as a champion but fighting valiantly to keep the image of one also. So far, I am two for two. Two ferocious, high-impact matches that have put the OWA on the map of the wrestling world, buzzing at these high calibre matches being delivered from this young, upstart promotion that was born in bad blood. Now, we're making a name that is being spread from word-of-mouth all across the globe, and doors to fight on international platforms have been opened by the collective efforts. And this young boy from the United Kingdom has been at the forefront every step of the way up in the wrestling world." Finnegan looks over to the championship that glistens from the rising sun, fitting to the location in which he is flying back to the United States from. He smiles to himself, coughing into his closes fist in an attempt to clear his raspy voice before continuing. ”And there is no rest for the weary. The very moment I return to the United States I make my way back to the OWA arena, put my kickpads and trunks on and get back into the fray. And what awaits me on my return to Kingdom is the brash and, dare I say, arrogant Isaac Thornton. There are many tropes in wrestling that I tend to shake my head at the thought of encountering, but this whole oversaturated shtick of the self-entitled big shots, the superstars, the living embodiments of the Hollywood glitz and glamor that walk around like their name is on the walk of fame. I shake my head only because it tends to be a headache with how much they talk and how little of it matters. I have encountered so many in my wrestling career, from the social media darlings to the wannabe talk show hosts. But a quote-unquote "movie star" is a turd by any other name in this case. You can polish it with your low-brow humor, coy demeanor and all the other bells and whistles that come with that pomp and circumstance, but at its core, it's the same thing. But the real question is; is Isaac Thornton even an iota different than the various others that I have encountered in this industry that are a cut of the same cloth? Does he have anything, anything at all, that separates him from the faceless arrogance that smiles it arrogant smile and spouts his ignorant dribble? Well, that's something he's going to have to prove against me tomorrow night, isn't he?" A subtle smirk paints it's way onto Finnegan's lips, confidence filling him with a sense of self-assurance before he wraps this all up. ”If you're listening, Isaac, I hope you're bringing just a little something extra to our match than just another cocky strut and more flash than substance. And please, spare me oxymoronic quips along the lines of "You've never faced anyone like me before" because yes, yes I have, and statements like that would only further cement that statement as another lie told. You're a supposed artist by trade but when it comes to this line of work, when it comes to that canvas that covers the ring, you're looking at a real artist, a master of his craft. Tomorrow night, you find that out first hand. Tomorrow night, you get your fifteen minutes of fame and, when it's all said and done, i'll know who has more of a bragging right leaving that ring. Me for defeating just another wannabe big shot, or you for even lasting those fifteen minutes without cracking the facade and tapping out." A voice comes onto the Tannoy system once again. "Flight 205 for Philadelphia is now departing. All first-class flyers, please make your way to your gate for boarding." Finnegan stands up, stretching his arms and legs out afterwards trying to ease the dull ache of a very long wait. He grabs his suitcase by the handle, removing the title and placing it over his shoulder like one would a backpack. ”See you there, Superstar. Finnegan walks off screen, his suitcase trailing behind him as we fade to black.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) July 7th 2018, 8:17 pm by Guest

[The scene opens to a dark movie theater. Which makes sense because most movie theaters are dark, so yeah. In the theater, there is only one guy. He’s sitting about halfway up, right in the middle. He’s chowing down on some popcorn, just enjoying his movie experience. At least for now, he is. After a few moments, four people walk into the theater, including the Hollywood legend, Isaac Thornton. Isaac scans the theater like a hawk, looking for the best seat in the theater. Should be easy because again, there is just one person in the entire theater. But Isaac seems to be locked in, really concentrating on the seats. After ten seconds, Isaac finds his seat. The seat right in front of the only guy in the theater. What a douche move but oh well. Isaac snaps his fingers and his two assistants bring his Director’s chair. ‘Cause he calls himself the director. They put the chair on top of the theater chair which makes no sense. The chair is kind of wobbly, which is to be expected, so the two assistants hold onto the chair firmly. Seeing as how the director’s chair is kind of high up, like a booster seat, Isaac first steps on the theater chair and then steps all over one of the assistants to get to his throne. He plops himself down comfortably on the seat. As for the movie screen, it’s blurred out because of copyright and shit. For all we know Backdoor Sluts Vol. 69 is playing, we have no proof of it being otherwise. But it’s probably like The Incredibles 2.]

Random Guy: Seriously? This entire theater is empty and you decide to sit right in front of me?! I can’t even see anything, sir! You’re blocking my view.

[Isaac pays no attention to him. Isaac once again snaps his fingers and the lights come on a bit so the camera can capture the young SoCal Stallion a bit more. Also, the movie that was playing turns off and we get Issac Thornton highlights instead. Isaac grins as he admires his work, like the narcissist he is.]

Random Guy: What the fuck is this?

[Isaac’s patience level has finally reached zero. He turns around, almost falling out of the wobbly chair but his assistants are still holding the chair tightly, so he’s good.]

Isaac: *whispering* Hey, If could stop being so rude, it would be greatly appreciated! Thanks!

Random Guy: How am I being the rude one?! You’re sitting in front of me!

Isaac: Hey, maybe you should try, oh I don’t know ... SHUTTING THE FUUUUUCK UP?!?! THIS IS A MOVIE THEATER! STOP TALKING! YOU’RE BEING SUCH AN ASSHOLE RIGHT NOW, AND YOU SHOULD FEEL LIKE THE SCUM OF THE EARTH BECAUSE YOU ARE! WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE? YOU’RE HERE BY YOURSELF! HAHA NOBODY LOVES YOU! You know what that means? It means that ... YOU’RE GOING TO DIE ALONE! Unless I kill you first. I haven’t decided that yet. That’s still up in the air. But in the meantime, just enjoy the movie. It’s a shoo-in to win all of the Oscars next year.

Random Guy: Ok sure, whatever. But what even is this?

Isaac: With the way that guy is moving, it’s the next Spider-Man. Fuck you, Tom Holland for taking my role. Glad he didn’t feel so good in the Avengers. Lil bitch. Now, let’s talk about why I’m here.

Random Guy: Oh so now you’re talking? You gave me so much crap about doing just that a few minutes ago. How is that fair?

Isaac: It isn’t. But that’s life in a nutshell, right? See, in life, it’s all about making sacrifices. For example, OWA and SSW had this crossover show, right? SSW management and their fans were clamoring to see me live. Makes sense because I am by far the greatest athlete in all of sports today. LeBron James? No. Usain Bolt? No. Julio Jones? NO! It’s me, Isaac Thornton, the clear-cut favorite. The rest of those guys are all just fighting for second place, but I digress. Now unfortunately due to scheduling conflicts, I wasn’t able to be in Japan for Budokai Tenkaichi. Which made Jacob Senn a sad panda. Because he was salivating at the thought of me challenging Aria Jaxon for the SSW Puroresu Heavyweight Championship. I thanked him for thinking of me in such a marquee match, but I told him backstage at an OWA show that I just couldn’t do it. I was too busy filming a Cinnamon Toast Crunch commercial that weekend. What? I couldn’t just cancel it because it was planned months in advance. I gave General Mills my word and my word means everything! So, of course, Senn wouldn’t take no for an answer so he sat on the floor and latched onto my leg like a child, begging me to be there at BT. I kept declining ever so politely, trying to walk away from the situation but I couldn’t because of the added weight. He just wouldn’t leave me alone. I finally had enough and told him to get a grip! And he said he does have a grip, on my leg. So then my assistants tried to grab him off my leg but seeing as how he’s a former world champion, it took more than just two guys. So OWA security had to step in and they dragged him away as he kicked and screamed. As you can imagine, it was quite the scene. I think it goes without saying that I was embarrassed by it because everyone was staring at me when this happened. And if you know me, then you would know I hate attention. I just like to live my life low-key, you know? But it is what is. So, in the end, I shot my commercial while Senn had to go dumpster diving to find my replacement for the match, that of course being Drake Jaeger and the rest is history.

Issac: That’s all in the past, however. I’m shifting gears to this week. It’s a big one. Not for me, but for my opponent, Finnegan Wakefield. It’s not every day the OWA World Champion gets the opportunity to step into the ring with someone that has as much star power as that Isaac Thornton fellow. You’re really moving up in the world, good job. Proud of you. Just like I’m proud of the fact you beat Maelstrom at BT. What a classic matchup of David vs. Goliath. The battle went back and forth. Neither one of you really had the upper hand until the very end when you stayed Goliath with your slingshot. Good. Good for you because could you imagine if you lost your world title to someone from a different company? Letting all your fans down? Letting OWA management down? Letting the Kingdom roster down? More importantly, letting me down? Imagine the outrage. Imagine the tears, the frowns, the disappointment. But to your credit, you walked out of the arena the same way you walked in, with the OWA World Championship ... by the skin of your teeth. Just like everyone here in OWA, I’m glad you retained. In fact, I’d go as far as saying I'm ecstatic. Because now I don’t have to travel all the way to Japan to collect the title that I will win and cover my eight pack with. Sorry, ladies. It should come to no surprise that I want your gold to go along with my Golden Globe. This entire Kingdom roster is foaming at the mouth to win it from you and I am no exception. That title represents power. It’s a symbol for being the best in the world. I already know I am. But that doesn’t change the fact that people want to debate me over that. Their entire opinion hinges on the fact I don’t have a title to call my own and that is about to change, very soon. VERRRRRY VERRRRY SOOOOOON!!! VERRRRRRRRRRR-

Random Guy: Okay, I think they get it.

Isaac: Why the fuck are you even still here?

Random Guy: Well, because I must admit, these highlights of you are pretty incredible.

Isaac: Well duhhh .. but back to my opponent, Finnegan. Sorry about that, I was rudely interrupted by a rude person. As I was about to say, I see for what this match is. One, it's a test. You see a few weeks ago on Kingdom, I made some bold claims. Claims stating I deserve more. Whether it be bigger opportunities or a bigger workload. I think from what I have shown in such a short period of time, I have earned more. I have proven that I am a natural between those ropes and that I am progressing a lot faster than anyone originally expected, except for myself of course. I have always believed that I am the greatest human being to walk this planet... it's just my humble nature, what can I say? But in other words, I am kind of like you, Finnegan. We are both around the same age and we are both relatively new to this sport. You with a little more experience, but that's fine. Since your big arrival to that "other company" that shall not be named, you set the world on fire. And it has come to no surprise that you are the face of OWA ... for now. Just a temporary position you fill at the moment, I'm afraid. Because let's be real, in the world of wrestling, unexpected events happen on the reg. Especially since when you hold the title you have, a huge target is painted on your head. Every single person on this roster is coming for you, but no need to worry, for you don't have to worry about every single man on the Kingdom roster ... just one, that, of course, being Isaac Thornton! Because when I beat you and prove Vernon I was right all along, that I am the true star of Kingdom, I will have earned the right to challenge you once more, just this time with your OWA World Championship on the line. You don't want that, trust me. Because if my plan comes to fruition, I am taking everything from you. Your title, your passion, your reputation ... POOF! All of it evaporates into thin air! But fortunately for you, there is still time for you to stop that. All you have to do is beat me tomorrow night and as a result, I would have to go to the back of the line. But we wouldn't want that because I won't dare deprive these fans of an Isaac Thornton OWA World title reign! They deserve that much. I mean, I'm not that cruel!

Random Guy: I beg to differ.

Isaac: And I beg you get hit by a bus when you leave this theater.

[Isaac and random guy start arguing again as the camera fades to black.]

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) July 7th 2018, 4:43 pm by Dustin Duke

So wait a god damn minute. Omega Wrestling Alliance, OWA yeah. Not only are y’all going to take god damn three months to answer a phone call from yours truly… but when y’all finally do, you schedule Dustin Duke against a god damn french bitch and a fake ass white boy that ain’t never seen hard times? Nah. That don’t roll with Dustin Duke. That don’t roll at all. You want to sit back and play booker-man, that’s fucking fine and god damn dandy, but when you start booking Dustin Duke against these fake ass-punk ass-pussy ass bitches, that’s when we start having problems. The show’s called Kingdom, right? Well, how about this. How about I unzip my god damn camo shorts, I stick my long fat dick out the castle and I piss all over your damn booking.

How are you going to schedule Dustin Duke against a god damn Senzobean? Huh? How are you going to schedule Dustin motherfucking Duke against a god damn bitch from France? Senza, sensei, whatever the fuck your name is I want you to listen up and listen good. I don’t give a fuck how tight that mask on your face is, when you step into my god damn ring? You’re stepping into America. My America, and there ain’t no fucking room for some piece of shit from France in my damn America. You want to eat your damn snails and fuck your ugly women? Go right ahead, but the minute you step into my world, that’s when we got fucking problems. I don’t give a fuck if you call yourself the Senzsation, I’ll take you and your shitty little nickname and hell I’ll snatch the shitty little mask you got there too and stomp your ass all the way back across the fucking Atlantic Ocean. This is your first time showing up in OWA, and that fucking makes me sick. People like you shouldn’t get a damn contract, they sure as hell shouldn’t get a fucking work visa, and they sure for certain ain’t getting my damn respect. I don’t care how many little flips your vanilla midget ass can do. You can take that 630 flip you do and add ‘em up with my two size eight boots and 630 the whole damn beating I’m going to give you up your ass. If you think you’re walking out of my world with a god damn victory, you got another thing fucking coming. Wiwi? Go shove your shitty fucking language up your ass with a side of french fries you ugly son of a bitch.

Layne fuckin’ Kurobane. The dumb ass fuckin’ american who wants to be like every other fuckin’ country in the world. I’m glad your fucking mentor died, you know that? I wouldn’t want to make the fuckin’ slant-eyed bitch cry when I beat your ass from Philly to Baltimore and back! You’re just as bad as everyone else, Layne. You are apart of the fucking pussy foot problem we have here in America. We got pieces of shit like you who are in love with the damn culture. Culture? Culture? You want to talk about culture? Watching these god damn slant-eyed cartoons ain’t shit about culture. You want to talk about culture? Talk about that big ass mushroom cloud we dropped on your fucking precious culture’s head. Now that’s American culture, Layne. You talk about havin’ a god damn lust for mastering all the different styles of professional wrestling. What kind of bullshit is that, huh? There’s one god damn style, and that’s called asskicking. Oh shit, wait a damn minute. There are two styles. Asskickin’ and then you got the art of havin’ your god damn ass kicked. Come Kingdom, bitch, you’ll learn which side of that you’re fucking on. Just like the french bitch, Layne I want you to come and bring your fucking best. I want you to actually be half as good as this bullshit ass talk you spit out. Let’s be honest though, Layne. You ain’t going to be half the man I am come Kingdom, are you? Hell no, you ain’t. I’m the motherfucking new King of Kingdom. I’m the motherfuckin’ new man around here, swinging his dick in the water and they call me a fuckin’ shark in the ocean. I’m out for fucking blood and you two pussies are the first on my god damn feeding frenzy. God bless America, god bless our president, and god bless the first amendment.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) July 7th 2018, 4:00 pm by **Monolith**

You better make your face up in your favorite disguise,
With your button down lips and your roller blind eyes.
With your empty smile and your hungry heart,
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past,
With your nerves in tatters when the cockle shell shatters,
And the hammers batter down your door,
You better run.

“'The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as best I could, but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge.'”

My fascination with literature began at an early age. While some amenities and pleasures in life required lots of money which my family did not have, the local library was an escape from the less than desirable life I was given. At a young age I was reading at a level far above my peers, and the sheer amount taken in formed a wealth of knowledge.

I grew a special affinity for Edgar Allan Poe. Whether it was the dark nature of the content, or the way he could express the most unwanted of emotions in such a beautiful lexicon, I'm not sure . . . most likely both. The Cask of Amontillado had a place in my heart from the off. The methodology of making your enemy suffer, using their own vanity as their undoing, was deliberate and fitting. It is something I could relate to coming up, and it's something I can relate to now.

“Three seconds.”

Some would say that I treat my home like a prison. I keep very few possessions. The essentials, yes; food, dishes, a working faucet, a work station. But besides my book shelves, this apartment appears very barren. The vast amount of knowledge around me, though, begs to differ.

“That's all it would have taken to put Scotty Adams back into the same line that everyone else currently occupies outside of a select few. There are those who have accolades, and those who don't. After a lapse of concentration . . .

Scotty got to ride away with his. Ride is the operative term, though, isn't it? No one did what I did to their opponent in Japan. I hurt Adams so bad he had to take that agonizing stretcher ride to an ambulance, not even to enjoy the cleansing feeling of a shower after a grueling fight. I did exactly what I said I was going to do, and both of us held our convictions close in a hotly contested confrontation.

The only thing that separates us now is the accolade. An accolade I would hold right now . . .

If it weren't for your pawns, Caspian.

Pawns of a game of manipulation and greed that will not cease until you have successfully driven yourself into a match with Adams, is that right? That gold to add to your collection of meaningless trophies that have not been earned without illegal or, at the very least, immoral activity. I have no time for that sort of passion for the material. What I do have time for, is you.

Let us not forget that mere weeks ago I was beaten with a chain like an animal. Property of an owner who doesn't know how to respect or cherish the items he possesses. Weeks ago, you set in stone that one day, when the time was right, whether Omega Wrestling Alliance liked it or not, you would be crossing my path. I didn't even have to beg, plead, or plot to get it this time around . . . and for that, I am grateful.

In Japan, I put Omega on notice. My intensity, my assertion that no matter who was put in front of me would be dealt with swiftly and deliberately was confirmed. I put a halfway decent human on the shelf for no other reason than the bell had not sounded yet and I wasn't going to stop until a definitive winner existed. And, you made it possible for that winner to be Adams.

I don't need that belt. I didn't really even want that belt, to an extent. It was an afterthought. And Scotty ended up as damaged as he did.

When Kingdom rolls around tomorrow night, Caspian, the question is . . .

What do you think I'm going to do to achieve something I do want?”

[Nate Cage]

[The Prize Fighter]

[Heaven's Den]

[July 7 2018]

[Train Harder]

[Nate sits alone in the War Room, appearing to be completely at peace. He holds in his hands a Smith & Wesson .500 revolver and produces a single bullet. Nate places the lone bullet into the cylinder and spins, snapping it shut mid-motion]

As I sit here, taking the last week into consideration, I’ve realised that I will never be able to do enough for some people. I have done what was asked of me. Tressler demanded that we go it alone in Japan, forbidding our army from witnessing our glory first hand. Well, do you see the Sugar Girls with gold around their waists? Three times. THREE. TIMES.

[Nate presses the live revolver against his head]

Kingdom Seven.

[Nate pulls the trigger of the five-chamber gun, there is a click, signifying an empty chamber]

Game Over.

[Another pull of the trigger, another click]

Budokai Tenkaichi.

[Another click, there are now only two chambers left, one holding a live round of ammunition]

No more bullshit, no more opportunities, it is the end of the favouritism shown to those children. I am putting Jessica Rose and Savannah Sunshine behind me, Wolvesden shall wash their hands of their kind.

[Nate cracks a sick smile, before pointing the gun into the air and pulling the trigger. A deafening bang is heard as the gun goes off. Nate places the gun down onto the table and chuckles, before removing two earplugs, demonstrating that he was in total control of the situation and knew full well he would survive]

It’s no secret that I have a flair for the…theatrical. An enemy will always have trouble with engaging an opponent who goes the extra mile to tell them exactly why they’re to be feared. All I hear about is what me and Kenny did before our first of many successful defences. “Offensive”, “tasteless”, “an affront to a rich culture”, nothing but buzzwords and clickbait headlines. I read the news, I know what they say. Nobody is talking about how we pummelled the sugared-up menace once again. No, all anyone seems to care about is how we chose to enter the battlefield. I do not care who it upset, upsetting people is what we live for. If you are not willing to listen to what He has to say, then pleasing you is of no interest to us.

Which brings me to Jon McAdams, the absentee warrior. The man who coasts on past successes. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you wrestle on Kingdom that I’d forgotten your face. And where were you in Japan? That cesspit put on a show over two nights and they couldn’t slot you in? What happened, Jon? You headlined the first ever OWA pay-per-view, you were a hot commodity. A real tough guy with a mean streak, now you’re nothing but an offering to the Wolf.

I’ve seen you fight, I’ve seen you hurt people. You’ve been fighting your whole life as a coping mechanism to deal with the fact that nobody has ever loved you. How sweet. If you were to join Wolvesden, you would be loved. You would be valued. We would give you the world. You’d be main eventing Kingdom, you’d never be out of the title picture. We can do that for you. We can give you everything your heart desires. You like to prize fight? My soldiers have prize fighting tournaments every week, I’m sure they’d appreciate a man of your pedigree trading blows with real warriors.

But you won’t do that, I know you won’t. You’re a prideful man, you desperately want to be the “good guy”, you want to be loved to absolve your own insecurities and it’s fucking pitiful. Do you not see what I have done? When I arrived here, there was no respect for tag teams, no respect for what Kenny was trying to show the world. I flipped the script, Jon. I changed the damn world. The face of the OWA hasn’t been the same since I crushed its skull under my boot.

This company has tag team champions it should be proud of, but the machine won’t allow it. Vernon Tressler is intent on holding down the men who are keeping things interesting around here. That includes you, Jon. When you step into that ring, people get hurt, that’s on the rare occasion that you do step into the ring. When the man tried to hold us down, we fought back and staked our claim! We defied their wishes and installed a regime that will last for a thousand years!

I know that they never wanted us to win the tag team championships, I know that they were banking on someone they can “get behind”, whether that be the squeaky-clean Candy Cunts or those MMA rejects with their “pre-established fanbase” that hasn’t got them a whiff of gold here. The world has watched on in terror as we have risen up the ranks, bolstering our numbers and securing our legacy for the generations that will follow.

What have you done, Jon? What have you done to combat the fact that you have become a fading memory in the OWA? You arrived here with all the accolades, all the plaudits, and it took you being put in a match with somebody who has actually done something in me to be featured on television again. I don’t know how much attention you’ve been paying to what I have done here, so let me bring you up to speed. I have appeared in every pay-per-view the OWA has produced, each time in a championship match. I have main evented Kingdom the last two weeks in a row. I have done more to spread the message of Kenny Drake than you have in accomplishing anything here. Your tale is one of defeat and complacency, you’re content with going where you’re told and accepting your lack of direction. You are a nomad who wanders from opponent to opponent, hoping, praying that someone will notice your talents and give you that big opportunity. Only every time that’s happened, you’ve stumbled at the last hurdle. How many times must you fall before you realise that your pride is your downfall?

I don’t WANT to hurt you on Sunday, Jon, it’s just that I HAVE to. I understand how dangerous you are. So I’m just going to have to make you hurt that little bit more.

[Nate rises from his chair and the camera follows him as he leaves the war room and walks down a winding hallway. As soldiers walk past, they stand and salute their leader. Nate opens two grand double doors and enters a gym. There are two Wolvesden soldiers in a ring engaging in a kickboxing session. Nate removes his jacket and enters the ring, interrupting the proceedings]

ANY MAN WHO CAN KNOCK ME OUT GETS TO BE THE NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPION IN MY STEAD!

[Three additional soldiers enter the ring, so there are now five men in there, they all pounce on Nate, only for him to knock three of them out in a split second with a lightning fast spinning backfist]

IS THIS WHAT I TRAINED YOU TO DO?! TO BE HOTHEADED BRUTES?!

[The two remaining soldiers take a more tactical approach, with one positioning themselves behind Nate so that he is forced to defend from both sides]

Good, this is more like it, always put your opponent in a position where they are forced to struggle, do no give them a damn inch!

[The soldier behind Nate shoots for the leg, only for Nate to rapidly spin and nail him with a knee to the skull. The final soldier sees her opportunity and grabs Nate from behind, trying to wrestle him to the ground, only for Nate to switch into a judo throw and slam her to the mat, hard. He then gets into a full mount and pummels the recruit's face until it is a bloody mess. Four more soldiers jump into the ring to pull him off before he kills her]

You call that a fight?! TRAIN HARDER! WE NEED SOLDIERS! NOT TAPDANCERS!

[Nate exits the ring and walks towards the camera, which tracks him as he continues down the hallway, with his face to the lens]

Jon, I trust you will put up a better fight than those little wolves. That was merely a demonstration of what I’m willing to do to make you suffer. I will snap your limbs, I will break your face, your own family wouldn’t be able to recognise you, if you had one. Believe me when I say that Kingdom will be your swan song. You will know why I lead this army, as you face the might of a unit that is stronger than one man and his meaningless ambitions. How many times must the tale be told, Jon? What is it going to take to get the message through that you’re just not good enough for this business anymore? Go back to knocking out Cockneys in pubs or wherever the fuck you would earn your keep back in the old country.

Somebody has to represent the strength and honour of Great Britain in this company, and you are clearly not the man for the job. Perhaps you were once upon a time. But those days are long gone. In facing me, you now have the opportunity to prove to the world that you have what it takes, but I will not let you see that opportunity come to fruition. I will pin you to the mat and make you question why you even bothered to show up to the OWA Arena on Sunday.

I want you to bring your best shot so that you will realise it won’t be enough. I have grown every week. I entered as a lost dog and quickly became the leader of the pack.

[Nate exits the building and is standing on top of a balcony, there is an army waiting who let out an ungodly roar as they see their leader. Kenny Drake is sitting in the corner, watching his teammate with a smile, proud of how far he has come]

WOLVES AETERNUM!

Soldiers: (In unison) WOLVES AETERNUM!

[Nate raises his title in the air before leaping off the balcony and falling into the sea of humanity, who carry him away toward his plane, as he begins his journey to Philadelphia]

[STATIC]

Olympus II/OWA Promo No. 1

“Redemption”

Bull’s Hotel Room: Present Time

*The scene fades in to Bull Connors as he’s just finished watching his match for the OWA Television Championship at Game Over again.*

“The pain of losing still lingers.”

“It’s been almost a month since that match and I’m still pissed off about how everything went. I could’ve cemented my place in the history books of OWA, but now I’m stuck here, teaming up with someone who’s gradually beginning her fall into irrelevancy. I’m not happy about it, but I’ve got to accept it. As much as I’m tempted to place the blame on Gareth Cason and say that it was a complete and utter fluke that he managed to defeat me...I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. There’s only one person to blame for my loss, and that’s me. It hurts to admit that, but if I don’t acknowledge it now, I’ll never be able to potentially overcome it.”

“I gave in...too fucking soon.”

“I willingly let the match slip through my fingers, and I surrendered what could’ve been my opportunity to win that fucking belt. I ruined my chance to call myself “Mr. OWA Television Champion”, now I’ll have to bide my time and wait for a second opportunity at the belt. I don’t exactly like waiting, but if that means that I’ll be able to finally win it from that English motherfucker and wipe that shit-eating grin from his smug little face, it MIGHT just be worth the unbearably long wait. If winning this match means that I’ll be able to claw my way up from my previous failure, then I’ll do what it takes to win it.”

“Of course, that means that I won’t take failure from you...Tarah. If I feel that you aren’t gonna be able to pull your own weight and help me win this match, then we’re gonna have a fucking problem. If you think that I’m going to be intimidated by you or your man, you’ve got another fucking thing coming. What you did in EAW means nothing to me, and neither does what he accomplished there too. Am I supposed to be impressed that he beat a pathetically useless stoner like Stark at Game Over? Cause I’m not.”

“Stark couldn’t put me away last time, and he’ll fail to do so again. Sabertooth’s truly got his hands full carrying that dead weight around with him.”

“Tarah...this should be easy for us.”

“Don’t fuck it up.”

*The camera fades to black.*

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) July 5th 2018, 11:48 pm by Tarah Moore

Liar, Liar (Burn In Hell)---Olympus
Promo Number Two

“Liar, liar, pants on fire and the pills go down and get you higher. Baby bottle's burning, motherfucker and the mother hates him like the daughter. Only god and maker gripping tighter, saying: you will burn in hell, they say you will burn in hell! Liar, liar, pants on fire! Liar, liar, stop your soul from catching fire, fire, god and maker! Liar, liar, pants on fire!”

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The scene begins by showing Tarah Nova sitting on the hood of her car in the middle of Globe Theater’s parking lot. A small amused smile, dancing on her lips before a faint laugh leaves it. Tarah slowly shakes her head before looking at the camera in front of her.

“You're right, Chris. I'm not you. I'm nowhere near the wrestler you are and that's because I'm better. No, i'm the best." Tarah smirks at the camera before continues, "I've been the since I stepped foot in OWA. And everything I've wrestled for that match. I mean I probably have traveled this world, wrestling legendary names more times you have been lacing up your wrestling boots. For a person like me, i have wrestled them all. kings and queens gods and goddesses. And each one of them bowed at my feet. So yeah, I have done my fair share of Bloodshed...for such a tiny person I am." Rolling her, Nova sighs in annoyance, "...But that's something I don't think you quite understand, Christopher. Yeah, I might be small but I own each and every wrestling ring I step into. Whether it's our very own OWA wrestling ring or SSW's when I'm working in with them in Japan. I own this shit. I've owned it since I first laced my C Taylors up and I'll probably still own it till I lace them for final time and Chris...that's something you can and will never be able to say. Truly i think its funny...no, hilarious that you think you have ownership over this ring but honey, you haven't stepped foot in it when I'm there. And between you and me, I don't think you have the BALLS to truly claim it but I mean, that's just my opinion." A smirk appears on her lips once more, "See this whole difference between you and I is the fact that at the end of our match, Chris, I'm going to walk out of that ring a winner. I’m going to do what I do best and I'm going to fight and win all while you take the beating of your life by this smol figtah that I am. And after that? I’m going to make my way to the Championship circle once again and this time, no matter if its my beloved or Gareth, I’m taking their championships. That's where I, a REAL wrestler belongs. That's just fact.”

“So do what you must, Chris. You can just sit there with your boys and mock me for my height or point out that Kenny handed me a win or that fact that My boyfriend is a champion and I’m not; all you fuckin’ want. I don’t care about it because at the end it all, it won’t matter to me. See you might be taller than me, stronger than me and faster than me but I have something that you will never have and that's a will to survive in side that ring. I’m not going to back down from a fight and I’m sure as hell not going to let some ponytail wearin’, rich inbred tell me who I am and what I am capable to do in my own wrestling ring. So all in all, just try to remember who I am next time you open you mouth to me. Just Remember that I am Tarah Jay Nova, the ShockCollar of Hardcore Wrestling and tomorrow night, Chris? I’m going to make you my bitch.”

With a smirk on her lips, Tarah jumps off the hood of her car and points up to the bright blue sign that reads ‘OLYMPUS TOMORROW NIGHT!’ The camera shows her mouthing out that words ‘My Empire awaits’ before it fades to black. Ending the scene.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) July 5th 2018, 10:53 pm by Roni De Vil

Trouble---Olympus
Promo Number One

“No attorneys to plead my case. No opiates to send me into outer space. And my fingers are bejeweled with diamonds and gold but that ain't gonna help me now: I'm trouble. Yeah, trouble now. I'm trouble, y'all. I disturb my town, I'm trouble. Yeah, trouble now. I'm trouble, y'all. I got trouble in my town. You think you're right but you were wrong. You tried to take me but I knew all along. You can't take me for a ride. I'm not a fool now. So you better run and hide.”

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A phone starts to record a club scene. It was loud and annoying to the person holding the phone but the Women’s Champion was having the time of her life, so it was fine. The phone gets pointed at Sweet Roxy, who was taking a shot of pink liquor before letting out a loud 'WOOO' and turning to the camera; a smile on her face. "MIA! You have to try this stuff!!" The person holding the phone started to laugh, "I got my own, Rox but thanks." With that the camera flips over to show her face: Mia Marie Vega, smirking wildly at her phone as she takes a sip of her neon blue drink before speaking, "Oh, forgive me for the last minute words be I had other shit to handle that was much MORE better things to do than to about why on this green earth I am better than a THOT like Megan Harper. I mean I'm sorry that you were even placed in this match against me, a second generation Goddess who has been wrestling since birth while you probably can't even wrestle outta a plastic bag like half of this division. " Mia takes another sip, "I don't even know why you try, Megan Dear. I truly don't. Like least face the damn facts, sweetheart. If it wasn't for that horse haired troll getting involved in our tag team match at game over you and that sorry excuse for a first women's champion would have lost. You two would have bowed to the true Heirs of this division. Now...I don't mean to be cocky and I don't mean to be cruel but that is the sure, true facts. You would have been laid out and down for the count but..." Vega smirks again, shrugging her shoulders. "No matter, because I, Mia Marie Vega, has a second chance in ending a certain storm. See, this week--or rather tomorrow night, I have you again, Megan. Only this time there isn't HENDRIX In you corner to save you from the Vega wrath. There is nothing but me and you and honestly, I'm going to drown you out with the power I hold on my veins. Because between you and I, Meg, I should be this Queen of the Ring. I am royal after all." Mia flips her hair outta her face with her free hand just before Roxy appears in the camera's view. "And as the future Queen, I'm going to rule this bitch of a Division with an iron fist and all with my Bestie for life by my side. Soon, Megan, YOU and most importantly, this Division with live by the Vega way and as my Adopted Weeb of a Sister always says: you can believe that." Mia winks at the camera just as Roxy leans in against her, sticking her pink staind tongue out at the camera before it fades to Black. Ending the stream.

I.

Close your eyes. Think about the first truth you ever really believed in.

Maybe you bought into the lies about Santa Claus, The Easter Bunny, or The Tooth Fairy. Maybe you believed your deadbeat dad when he said he was coming back from that run to the liquor store. For me, of all the truths presented as lies that I’ve ever heard, the one I wanted to be true the most was that “all men are created equal”. Hearing that is the biggest relief in the world, right? The idea that no matter where you come from or what you do, everyone is on a level playing field. For a little girl growing up in Inglewood with ambitions that went way beyond city limits, the idea that everyone in this world was equal was music to my little ears.

Now, close your eyes again. That thing you thought was true? Think about how much it stung when you found out it was bullshit.

The loss of mysticism that came with knowing that your parents were the ones who put the gifts under the tree. The second it finally set in that your dad was never coming back. Or for me, the day I realized this wrestling dream I had was gonna be more of an uphill battle than I ever imagined. Don’t get it twisted and mistake that for laziness. I was never scared of working hard and I knew I’d have to work for what I wanted, but the reasons why I’d have to bust my ass...some of them didn’t make sense. I didn’t come from money. I didn’t have a parent with a foot already in the door to make it any easier for me. And I sure as fuck wasn’t the plastic, generic, mayo white prototypical Barbie dolls that have become a plague on the wrestling industry. Eventually, I learned that I and everyone like me would have to work twice as hard to get a fraction of what a cookie-cutter Connor or Becky would. For a bitch in my situation that didn’t believe in herself, that would’ve sent her running. For me, I came into this shit knowing that the industry was designed to keep its foot on my neck and keep me from reaching the top. I also knew that in spite of all that, I would make it, and there would be people who would regret not making the most of their chances to keep me down. I’m only getting started, and already I’m warning everyone I come across to take their shots where they can get them. If you get a chance to lay me out, I suggest you take it. It’s a bad idea to have someone like me walking around when I see so many of you as disposable and I’d sideline you without thinking twice. I only worry about my own interests and the interests of the men who opened my eyes.

It hasn't been that long since The Unchained stepped out of the shadows and let the world get a good, long look at the group that would be running OWA sooner rather than later. I’ll be honest, up to this point, it’s been more talk than action. We ran into a little speed bump when Nathan came up short at Budokai Tenkaichi, but I don’t want anyone breathing a sigh of relief. This is the week we make everyone sit up and take notice. First, Rashad is gonna scalp some lame on Olympus, and when Kingdom rolls around, yours truly is gonna stomp out the first of many so-called Goddesses who got the bad luck of having to deal with me.

I been watching you, Diantha Moreau, and I haven’t seen anything impressive. What’s your record up to now? 0-4 or some shit? I don’t know how you look at it, but I know some people would look at that as just a few lost matches. I view that as four chances to prove yourself squandered. At least the first few losses were on weekly shows. You caught this last L at the biggest show this company has put on so far, and that’s not even the worst part! You lost to a bitch that had to go running for greener pastures when nothing she’s tried for the last three years has been able to make her relevant. Girl, that was your chance, and it sure as hell shoulda been, the way you hyped yourself up going into it. Budokai Tenkaichi is in the rearview, and where are you now? With one more loss on your record, probably telling yourself that this is the week you get your shit together. It must feel like a dream, right? Being placed in a match like this with such an important chance on the line? It would be real cute if you were able to walk into Kingdom, defeat me, and earn yourself a spot in the Queen of the Ring match, but it’s not happening. The sad thing is, under different circumstances, you might’ve been a halfway decent asset to The Unchained. If you could let go of all the weeb shit and do something about that lack of conviction, there woulda been a spot for you. But as it stands right now, I can already see that being...women of a certain complexion is all we have in common. You’re content with failure. You come with the same shit week after week, loss after loss, and the last thing I ever intend to do is fall into the same trap you have. You traveled all over the world for years, scrubbing floors in dojos in Japan and wrestling on dusty mats in back-alley gyms in Mexico, and for what? To learn the skills you thought would take you to the top of this industry? That shit was a waste of time and money, because it doesn’t look like you absorbed a damn thing from all those frequent flier miles you racked up. You don’t have that same overrated world-traveled indy kid vibe that some of these other folks got. In some respects, you radiate the same vibe I do. We’re both looking for a chance to climb the OWA ladder. You wanna keep your head down and work hard, but look around! Mediocre white bitches are the handpicked pawns to be shoved to the forefront of this division, and you’re tryna be a girl scout and do things “the right way”? You’re crazy. Right now, a “certain” look or charming the right people might be the X-factors that determine who gets how far, but I can promise that shit ends soon. The Unchained is gonna make damn sure of that. Step by step, link by link, we’re gonna deal with everyone who steps to us until we’re holding all the cards and we’ve turned this company’s status quo on its head. You, Diantha, are how I’m gonna prove that I’m the kinda soldier who belongs on the front lines in The Unchained’s fight, and I can’t even lie and say I’m sorry about how this match is gonna turn out for you. At Boiling Point, I’ma piss off a whooooole lotta people when I walk away with a guaranteed shot at their champion. But for right now? All I gotta do is beat you, and based on all the tape I’ve watched...it doesn’t look that’ll be too hard to do.

Independence Day July 5th 2018, 7:24 pm by **Christopher Sabertooth**

Independence Day

The shot begins with a Camera man entering a room. Smoke clouds up Chris’s locker-room as we see Sabertooth on a chair staring at the wall lost in thought while he puffs on his Cigar. He stands up and walks towards his locker and sees an Olympus shirt lying on there.

“This Friday, OWA will finally debut its new show everybody is eagerly waiting for…. Olympus. For whatever reason it might be, Olympus didn’t air last week but that doesn’t mean the show is off to a rocky start. All good things need a little bit of build up and this week, OWA is going to deliver. We have a great matchup lined for the week, as Stark and myself team up to face Bull Connors and Tarah Nova. Ever since I heard what Tarah had to say, I have been wondering about things. Tarah claimed things that actually hurt me. Sure, a week back I might have called her CM Nas’s bitch but I had my reasons. Tarah Nova swoops in calling me woman hater, trying to paint me in the wrong light. I love women! I mean, it’s 2018 Tarah. You really think I looked down upon you because of your gender? That’s messed up. I would NEVER do that… Like I said, I love women. And last week, I insulted you, it was because of who you are as a wrestler.” Said Chris as he takes one final puff of his Cigar. He puts out the Cigar and walks out of the locker room. He continues to walk as he begins to speak again as the camera follows.

“Let’s look at the facts. At Hardcore Havoc, you were handed a win after being brutalized by Kenny Drake. He sacrificed himself for his own reasons that I don’t really know, but for one single second if you believe you had that match won… Is a joke. He could have ended you if he chose to hit you with that bat instead but he handed you the victory literally. That seems to happen often in this place. Kenny Drake is the Bloodline Tag Team Champion now… What are you exactly? Moving forward, CM Nas pushes you around when things don’t exactly go his way and what do you do about that? You go back to sucking up to him the very next week. But maybe… Maybe you have another way to have revenge or retribution of sorts when you face Miltiades at Game Over for an opportunity at CM Nas’s Omega Heavyweight Championship but what do you do? You lose. Now, Miltiades can say whatever he wants, it’s just a matter of time when I come for the Omega Heavyweight Championship and it won’t matter if it’s him with the title or CM Nas… That title is going to be mine very soon. So, after all these opportunities that you had to prove yourself in that ring… What have you really done? Nobody is going to look back and see your performances and say, ‘Wow! This Tarah Nova has some heart.’ Everybody just looks at the record books, and that isn’t really going in your favour now is it? And then you had the gall to pinpoint me for sexist remarks? I don’t care that you’re a woman. This isn’t the first time I have been in the ring with a woman and I certainly don’t prejudice in my offense either. I am going to hit you as hard in the head like I would have hit your boy Nas. You see Tarah… I may be an arrogant prick to all the people backstage. You can like me for what I do or hate me for who I am… But you cannot deny the fact that I have backed myself up every single FUCKING time! I hope everything is clearer to you now, Tarah. The closest you haver ever been to a title or even a title shot was when you were sucking up to Nas in the locker room. You can call me a wannabe wrestler all you want… You can mock my name… You can even call me a sore loser. But in fact, all of that just makes you a hypocrite. I have the credentials to back it up. While I forced to be in Multi Man title matches, you got your one on one opportunities and you failed regardless. I am not going to make excuses for why I am not the OWA Spartan’s Champion but all I can say is that I had a better shot at any title than you ever did. Everything happens for a reason and now that I’m here at Olympus…. Away from that idiot Vernon Tressler who has no idea who to book his marque talents, I am not going to fail again. The next time I am in that ring for a title, doesn’t matter if it’s CM Nas’s Omega Heavyweight Championship or Gareth Cason’s Television Championship… I am going to win. While you failed to even qualify as a number one contender… You’re not even worth of a title contention and then you come at me for not being able to seal the deal at Game Over when there were three other men involved in that match. I have not been pinned or submitted here in the OWA… That’s something that you cannot claim. So, go on Tarah… You talk a big game for how tiny you are. You may be a proficient wrestler but you are no Christopher Sabertooth. I own the ring when I step into it.” Said Chris as he finally reaches a locker room labelled for Stark. Chris knocks on the door to no response… An OWA Official walks up to Chris and informs him that Stark isn’t here tonight.

“Dammit! Moving on from Tarah Nova… I have another big problem. Stark… He may be my partner this week, but Stark… I don’t trust you. It’s almost like we have talked trash to each other before. It almost feels like it was just last week but I digress. I know few things about you Stark. I know your credentials and your accomplishments and needless to say, it’s impressive. People do call you a legend in this business but I don’t want to be stuck tagging with a has been this Friday. I know your interest lies elsewhere with SSW on your mind, but I am not interested in losing anytime soon so you better bring your A-Game this week. They say respect is earned in this business and regardless of your lack of showings off late, I respect you for what you have done in your career so far. That’s one thing that I cannot say about Bull Connors.” Said Chris as he’s just disgusted by the thought of facing Bull Connors in the ring. Seeing Stark not in the locker room, Chris heads towards the exit to the parking lot and asks the valet to fetch his car. The cameraman follows suit.

“Bull Connors… I have been in the ring with him before. Hardcore Havoc… Ultimate X. Heading into that match, I was unsure of what to expect from a man with the calibre of Bull Connors. A former NCAA All American, State Champion… Yadda Yadda. When I call myself a REAL wrestler… It’s not just a catchphrase. I have legit amateur wrestling background where I did exceptionally well but my interests always lay with professional wrestling which is why I gave up on my father’s dream of seeing me in the Olympics. I gave up a lot of things just so I could live my dream. And today… Many years down in this business, I still stand here; better than ever. When I came into OWA… I didn’t expect anybody to be as good as I am in the ring but then I heard about Bull Connors. All the amateur accolades that you could think off and my eyes widened. I was excited to see what Bull could offer in that ring. But then I saw him, out of shape, failing to make any impact so far. He has been a total failure here in the OWA and I for one, am really disappointed. I have said this before and I will reiterate again… I expected a lot more from Bull Connors. I expected a competition in that ring for the rights to be called a ‘REAL’ wrestler…. But what I got was a man way out of his prime trying and failing to recapture the days of glory. You’re just a shadow of what you used to be, Bull. I still don’t understand how you could lose to Gareth Cason of all people. You have disappointed everybody in the amateur wrestling community with your sub-par performance. And from the looks of it, you haven’t been training enough either. It’s a shame seeing a promising talent go to waste such as yourself and this week, teaming up with a failure like Tarah Nova isn’t going to help you either. While you chow down on Pizza, I continue to train my ass off so that I can perform to the levels that I am known for. You need to turn your life around or you will go down in OWA as the biggest joke this company has ever seen.” Said Chris as the valet arrives with Chris’s car. He smirks at the camera, steps inside his car and drives away.

LATER

Date: Wednesday July 4^th,2018 Location: Los Angeles, California.

The scene begins at a party. People are draped with the Star-Spangled Banner all over in their clothing to even face paints as people are seen dancing. The camera follows through the crowd to a balcony overseeing the Hills of LA as two men stand there talking overseeing the fireworks. They can be identified as Christopher Sabertooth and Rocky Hollywood.Holly

“Independence Day! What a great day to celebrate the true essence of America isn’t it? These fireworks were personally crafted from India. I heard they’re big on fireworks.” Asked Rocky.

“And pollution…. I am just kidding. We had to celebrate today which is why we threw this party. All these people gathered around here having the time of their lives as we just stand here, at our own party smoking a Cigar in the balcony.” Said Chris.

“What better way to celebrate? This sounds perfect to me. Anyway, I did go back and watch some of OWA for my boy.” Said Rocky.

“And? Any critiques that you might want to present to me? I am all ears.” Said Chris sarcastically.

“Critiquing you? I would never do that. Besides, you have been doing well for yourself without me. I know, you made an offer that I am still considering but by the looks of it, you don’t need me at your corner. These other wrestlers don’t come close to your and capabilities in that ring. Neither can they match your bank account after our brand deal with Electronic Arts. Who doesn’t love EA?” Said Rocky with a lot of conviction.

“That’s true. But I failed to win the Spartan’s Championship. I am not doubting my own capabilities but I thought I would be a champion by this point considering how good I am. Not to toot my own horn but technically, I am still undefeated in singles competition. Never been pinned or submitted. Just like the run you had when you first joined NEW. You might have seen a few weeks back that I have been drafted to Olympus now. I can no longer challenge for the Spartan’s Championship.” Said Chris.

“Isn’t that better? I mean… That Scotty Adams guy was a bit of a prick in my opinion. Not to mention that wannabe movie star or that Savior who couldn’t save himself. “Said Rocky.

“Yeah… Hysterical. I do have my eyes set on the Omega Heavyweight Championship but Miltiades is in front of the line for it…. At least for now. But I promise you, once CM Nas is done whooping Milk Tits’s ass. I will swoop right in and take that title away from him. So, this Friday I tag with a former number one contender for the Omega Heavyweight title in Stark against a guy I have faced before and CM Nas’s girl.” Said Chris.

“Wait… That’s his girl? Tarah Nova? I just saw an episode or two of Olympus and I could swear they were beefing.” Said Rocky.

“It’s funny you say that. Because Tarah thinks that I am a wannabe REAL wrestler. She thinks I am all talk. But I am going to give this bitch an opportunity to put the money where her mouth is. I mean, calling me out for not winning a title at a PPV when she fails to even qualify to be a number on contender itself is hypocritical.” Said Chris.

“I really hoped she was single to be honest…” Said Rocky.

“Were you even listening to me? Dammit Rocky. And why would you want to be with that slag anyway. I know you’re joking but this woman really tried to fuck with my image. Like you said yourself, we have sponsors to talk to and any slander such as Tarah’s will not be tolerated.” Said Chris.

“I heard what she said… If you’d like, we can sue her for defamation….” Said Rocky but he’s interrupted by Chris before he could complete his statement.

“I am not suing anybody. Being a fair person, I will give Tarah the equal treatment that she rightfully deserves. I am going to pick her up, toss her like a ragdoll cause that girl doesn’t weigh much by the looks of it, and break her fucking back. It’s simple like that. Why do we even think of suing her when we can settle it in the ring like men. Sorry… Like wrestlers. And regardless of how tall she is or how I can probably fit her in my backpack, she is one tough SOB. That’s something I can’t take away from her. But being tough is almost borderline stupidity when it comes down to the nitty gritty. Tarah can take a punch and she surely can hit one back. But what will she be able to do against a man with wrestling prowess like mine. I don’t need Stark to even be involved in this match if I am being honest. Sure, he’s a legend in the business but so am I. So are you… In fact. But, Bull Connors and Tarah Nova? Who are these people? What noteworthy thing have they actually done? Let me answer that for you… Nothing. So, this Friday when that bitch and Tarah Nova step into the ring with me… I am going to show the world why I talk a big game…. WHY I claim to be the last real wrestler int his business. WHY I deserve to be a champion. This Friday at Olympus, I show everyone why it is The Christopher Sabertooth Show. It’s just like chess. While I am the King at the centre of attention. These other vermin are just pawns in the game. They have no value and soon enough, will be eliminated. “Said Chris with a smirk on his face as he signals a waiter to bring some Champagne.

“Did you really just cut a promo at the balcony right now? That was good…. But it’s Independence Day. Wait…. There’s a cameraman in here too? How long have you been here?!” Exclaimed Rocky.

“Rest easy, Rocky. It’s 4^th of July! Hence the celebration.” Said Chris as the waiter comes in with a bottle of Champagne. “I guess…” said Rocky.

“To America!” Said Chris.

“To being rich.” Said Rocky as they toast a celebration.

The frame slowly moves out to the background as the fireworks go off.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) July 4th 2018, 10:17 pm by Layne Kurobane

“The thrill of the chase” as many call it, but such a phrase is synonymous with gold and accolades such as the ones competed for within professional wrestling organizations! Layne Kurobane - considered a ‘Stray Dog’ by many - chose to be the one chased! Not as a Champion nor as an accolade, but as a talented young man with a bright future that most would grow envious of! His gifts became curses to others! Curses that wore his enemies down like an insidious poison without an antidote in sight! His knowledge combined with natural athleticism forged blades that left many an opponent beaten! Battered! And humiliated when the bell was rung for the final three times! However, a blade cannot last if you do not sharpen it! A blade cannot last if you do not clean it and care for it! Layne Kurobane forged his blades and sharpened them only enough to get by, but he did not care for them! He did not do all that he could to keep their edge from dulling, and thus he has paid the consequences! He now stands on the precipice of a new start for his career - one that could lift him up towards the mountain of legends, but one that could just as easily pull him down into the abyss of obscurity! His future is no longer assured! Its light has since faded, but one sliver of hope remains! He has to chase it!

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About a year ago, I got my arm snapped in a match.

I don’t remember who did it. I don’t remember why. I don’t remember if it was on purpose or by accident. I just remember it happening and nothing else. Like up until then I was just sleepwalking. Sleepwalking through my childhood, sleepwalking through my teenage years, and sleepwalking through the most crucial time in my entire life: the infancy of my career.

It’s like I finally woke up and remembered who I was supposed to be. I don’t know who I was before, and clearly, neither does anyone else. Sure, the people who fill bingo halls might know my face. They might remember what I did. They might remember the names they gave me, but beneath that surface, there’s nothing. Not a single ounce of identity to who I was. My arm snapped and woke me up, and that is where the rest of my life began. It doesn’t end here. It doesn’t end next week, or the week after, or next month, or next year. It continues on, and on, and on, until there’s nothing left of me. I don’t get the luxury of stopping of my own will anymore. Sorry, that’s not happening. I’m a Goddamn meteor crashing down to Earth right now, and either I’m going to break through the atmosphere and make it to where I’m heading, or I’m gonna burn up until there’s nothing left of me, and that is all there is to it.

And every single time the pressure gets to me, or the pain gets excruciating, I just think about the day my arm snapped, and I remember where I am and how I got here. There’s no going back. Not anymore. A lot of people believe that when you snap a bone, it heals back stronger than it was before. Of course, that’s bullshit. It’s ridiculous to think something like that, but people believe it regardless. Maybe it’s just ignorance, but hey, who knows, maybe it’s just out of the hope that they too can come back stronger than they were before. When all else fails, we rely on a leap of faith to get us through our darkest days, and I get that. I really do. But faith can be stripped away from you. Faith can be broken. I can’t let myself get delusional by things that aren’t real - not in this jungle. I spent too long believing in something like the person I believed I was up until that day. I knew how stupid I was when my arm healed. I knew how terrible I’d become. My bridges burned to the ground all around me, and all I had left to show for it was a broken arm - an arm that healed no weaker, and no stronger than it was before.

And any day now, it could break again. Be it on purpose, or on accident. It could happen at any time, and that’s why I woke up. I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life living in ignorance that it was strong enough to never break again. I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life living in fear that it was weak enough to break again. I wanted to simply live my life, not thinking about a God in Heaven or a Devil in Hell. I picked up what’s left of my past, stripped away the cancer, and I’ve marched on ever since, and sorry if this is arrogance talking, but there’s not a man who’s stopping me. I will keep walking until there’s nothing left of me, and if there’s anyone who has plans to get in my way, then by all means, do your worst. I invite you to give you everything you have and more. Do your worst! I’m a dog with nothing to his name! A hungry stray that’s looking to feed. One that has absolutely nothing to lose. If this is the hill I die on, then so be it.

I just want to wrestle. I want to build a name. Not the one I stained. Not the identity I turned into something foul. I want you to never forget the name “Kurobane”, and right now, yeah, I may be of no more value than the dirt you think you’re gonna put me in. I may be just a mutt wandering into a place he doesn’t belong. But I’ve got teeth every bit as sharp as anyone else’s. I’ve got a body that moves. I’ve got a mind that thinks through every single, solitary move that I make, and I promise you this - if you make the mistake of thinking where you stand is enough to keep you on your feet, then you don’t know how wrong you are.

We live in a World filled to the brim with xenophobia, and right now, among the many of you that don’t even bother to look in my direction, you can bet your ass there’s some of you looking my way. Looking at me with disgust. Looking at me with disdain, and that’s because I don’t belong here. You’ve busted your ass your entire life to get here, and what am I? Some hound that caught a lucky break? Some mongrel that has no business here while you’re busy laying down every single brick to build your precious Kingdom? No, no, no - what I am is the unknown. I’m the nobody that you can’t understand. Sure, that makes me worthless. It makes me sit here at the absolute bottom of the food chain while you’re all the infamous carnivores who rule over the Omega Wrestling Alliance, but that’s just it! That’s why it couldn’t be more perfect! People EXPECT the lion to conquer! People EXPECT a dragon to burn the place down! People EXPECT the beasts to rule!

Nobody expects a stray dog to rip your Goddamn throat out.

That’s all the edge I need. That’s all I’ve ever needed. I am the unknown, and you can fear me, you can hate me, and you can ignore me - but you will get bitten in the end. I promise you that. I will make you remember me. I will make you remember the name Kurobane. I’ll make you see it the moment I sink my teeth into you. In mere days, I’ve got the biggest chance I’ve ever had, and I won’t let it slip through my fingers. That’s not an option. Not anymore. I’m going to clutch it as tightly as I’ve ever held anything - more dearly than anything in this entire fucking World. I’m going to clutch it until it becomes me, and I will thrive among the rest of the beasts… Dog or not.

Senza Faccia.

Dustin Duke.

I haven’t won, but I haven’t lost either. That’s not a lack of confidence or overconfidence. I’m not expecting my arm to be too weak, and I’m not expecting it to be stronger than ever before. You could very well win - either one of you… But that doesn’t change anything. Win or lose, it changes absolutely nothing. It’ll take far more than that to end this. I’m not hanging on by a thread here, and I haven’t been for a long, LONG time. I’m done sleepwalking. I’m done pretending to have an identity. I’m done being just a stray.

But I’m not done with any of you or this company.

His fur worn! His teeth damaged! His body has endured countless fights, and yet he still goes on! The collar around his neck proudly displaying the home he had never had for years among the rest! Layne Kurobane bares his fangs, not for one more leap into the fray he’d wasted his life within until now, but to charge head-on into a war waged that he truly believes he can win! This ‘Stray Dog’ walks alone without a pack to protect him, but little do his enemies know, he carries with him the soul of a man that believed in him when no one else did! He carries with him the various burdens that were once weights that pulled him down as he know uses them to only lift him up and make him stronger! He aims to prove that he is no mere dog! No average stray! The clouds have begun to stir on his path, and behind him follows the storm that’s watched over him all this time! A storm conjured up of his sorrow! His frustration! His passion! His will!!!

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) July 4th 2018, 8:35 pm by **DE'MARION.**

You motherfuckers thought you could get rid of me, didn’t ya?

I know it’s been a long couple of years since you last saw me on mainstream television or heard my name brought up in the sports world in general. It’s been a hard battle getting back to where I need to be but here I am finally. And to say that I have returned bitter or with a chip on my shoulder is an understatement. My last go as an athlete gets me heated every time I reminisce about it. So much potential wasted. When the bullshit was going down I was just a young man killing it on the field for the New York Giants. At the time I had been seen as a top prospect in the National Football League with all the eyes on me, all the sponsorships in my ear and all the deals on the table. I was a star in the making -- no fuck that, I WAS a star PERIOD. Forget about a Brady, forget about a Rodgers, forget about that buck toothed coon RG3, I would have been a household name over all of them. All I needed was some better management and people to help me to grow! There were glaring problems in the industry but I suppose some of the higher ups didn’t agree with me. Instead of treating my complaints the same way they would anyone else, they instead saw me as someone who was hard to work with, or “difficult” as they told the press. They labeled me as “menace” who was constantly angry and aggressive in the locker room. I was “out of control” the headlines would read. A complete piece of shit if you asked the company. The coaches and management for the team though? The men who showed favoritism, who insulted me and my fellow brothers, who stayed sidelining me to keep me from outshining the others, they were complete angels who did nothing wrong! Of course.

Meanwhile despite my talents I was forced out of the league in shame and portrayed on their platforms as if I was some kind of untrained animal. I had my name drug all through the mud and back. All the talk shows on ESPN showing my picture and getting their jokes off - that smug elastic skinned fucking cac Skip Bayless especially - saw all the articles released to make me look like a monster and then there was the millions of sheep on social media buying into the story of me being an ungrateful douchebag with a bad attitude. Instead of taking my side, the person who is all on his own with no backing, an honest man trying to do well for himself, everyone’s campaigning to take me down. And you want to know what the worst part was? I was never given an opportunity to defend myself.

Nobody would hear me out. I’d get an interview and they’d pull back at the last second out of fear. I drop a tweet and it mysteriously is removed. I release a statement and not a soul seems to have read it. It’s not like anyone would hire me so I can better my name either. There was no way to make my voice be heard because the big wigs at the top systematically tore me apart and silenced me at every turn. It seemed like the whole world was rallied against me ready to send me on my way out. I was blackballed from the game and went from top talent to a nothing. A complete outcast writing up applications for the low paying jobs my mother fought so hard for me to not have to take. Disgusting. I had become yet another black man chewed up and spit out for not wanting to play the white man’s game. Stuck in the stereotypical job of a bouncer to pay rent. But thankfully that all changed recently. Thankfully the visionary that is David X Fierce found me when I was at my lowest and reminded me of who I am! He saw the potential still to be uncovered and knew I had a purpose on this earth other than meaningless labor! He saw me as a builder, a leader, someone who could help him build a brighter future! He brought me here to Omega Wrestling Alliance as part of The Unchained, the fed up brothers and sisters here to make a change in not only sports but all of American society. OWA is the platform we’ve never been afforded before and people will hear us no matter what.

Now I may not be much of a name as far as pro wrestling goes but that doesn’t matter because these fists have more strength than anyone that could be thrown my way. I’m fighting for a cause which can’t be put into question. There is something that I must prove this week on Olympus. Things* rather. One, that I am the star all the white folks said I wasn’t, attitude or not. And two that the Unchained can not be broken. When we embarrass the Olympus roster and show that are people can run circle around those marked with the “winning complexion:. Everyone will see what we’ve wanted to be known our whole lives. We’re about to stir some stuff up that people have been trying to remain quiet about for decades. And while it won’t be pretty, it is what’s needed for the world to move forward. To my opponent James Onlee….I aint got time to hear your hour long, War and Peace length honky drivel about how you’re going to beat me, we’ve all heard enough of it after you talked the ear off of the homie Virgo. None of what you say is gonna matter and your aesthetic is just as worthless in the grand scheme of things. Put on your pale face, wear your spooky mask, I don’t give a damn. None of it will have an effect on the asswhooping that’s in store for you boy.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) July 3rd 2018, 6:39 pm by Tarah Moore

The Bird and The Worm---Olympus
Promo Number One

“He wears his heart safety pinned to his backpack, his backpack is all that he knows. Shot down by strangers, whose glances can cripple the heart and devour the soul. All alone he turns to stone while holding his breath half to death! Terrified of what's inside, to save his life: He crawls like a worm from a bird. Crawls like a worm from a bird. You just can walk in the field. Out of his mind away, pushes him whispering Must have been out of his mind Mid-day delusions of pushing this out of his head Maybe out of his mind. Out of his mind.”

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OLYMPUS HOUSE SHOW: EARLIER THAT NIGHT
The scene begins in CM NAS & TARAH NOVA’s locker room, showing Tarah herself sitting on one of the benches in the room. Its after a Olympus house show against Bad New Bart. She was successful in beating him but she was feeling the match to say the least. Slowly, Tarah leans down, unzipping her left chuck taylors to rub her hand against the sore muscle. Cursing under her breath as she continued to rub her calf, the door to her locker room opens out. “Leg still hurting from Game Over? Man, is old age finally catching up to you, Tare?” Tarah stopped what she was doing and looked up at the figure in her doorway. “Nah but how about I zip my C. Taylor backup and we can go a few rounds, Connors..” She growled, standing up from the bench as Bull Connors laughed at her actions. “Easy there, Smol Figtah. I’m not here for a fight, I swear.”

“Than why the hell are you here?” She said, glaring up at the larger man.

Bull walked into the room finally, “To check up on my new Partner for the week. Can’t I be nice for once---Yo, is that a mini fridge?” He said without looking at her as he made his way the mini fridge the Arena placed in the couples locker room. Tarah watched him annoyed as he opened the door, “You? Nice, I don't buy it--And will you get out of there!” The dark haired woman yelled making her way over to him and shutting the mini door close as he pulled out a cold slice of pizza from there; taking a bite of it. Groaning, Tarah watched him, “Bull, if you don’t tell me the real reason for bustin’ in my locker room, so help m--”

“Chill.” He said, cutting her off, his mouth full of pizza. “I came here to offer you some advice.”

Tarah cocked an eyebrow up at him, “Advice? I’ve been in the game for a long time, I don’t need advice from you of ALL people.” Hearing that, Bull’s eyes darkened just a shade as he rips a piece of the pizza off. “Words hurt, Nova but no matter because my advice to you mixes into pain...as in: If you screw up this week or” Connors tapped his foot hard against The Leader’s left calf, making her winch, “This becomes a problem. I won’t hesitate to put an old ‘Wolf’ down this week. Alright?”

“Oh Bull,” Tarah shook her head, smirking at him unfazed, “I’d love to see you try but instead of worrying about me, how about you worry about Stark and that wannabe ‘Real’ Wrestler: Christopher Sabertooth.” Rolling her eyes, Nova pushes past him and moving to the Door, “Now if you don’t MIND, get the hell out of my locker room.” Bull shrugged his shoulders, walking to the door, “Whatever. Just remember what I said and everything with be fine this week, Partner.” He chuckled before mumbling ‘And thanks for the Pizza!’ as he left the locker room.

With that, Tarah slammed the locker room door shut to let out a groan before kicking off her left shoe finally, “It's gonna be a long week...” Slowly, she rubs her hands over her face before looking back at the door as the camera fades.
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TARAH’S HOTEL ROOM: PRESENT TIME
The scene fades back in as Tarah sits on her hotel bed, make up off and hair a mess. A weak smile gracing her lips as she looks at the camera of her laptop that is recording from, “I’ve sat here for a few hours now, thinking about what Bull told me and it's funny how he tried to come off so big and scary when he knows for a fact that I’ll be the one carrying us in this match no matter the words he spits at the two dipshits we’re facing this week. Like truly, I don’t mean to be a bitch but come on, I am a legend between those ropes. I’m not gonna fall short like he believes but---” Tarah stops for a moment before looking at the laptop again, “This isn’t about him this week, no. This is about Stark and Christopher Sabertooth. This is about two sore losers that lost chances of becoming Champions at Game Over. I mean should I talk? Nah, I lost a change to become number one contender but the difference between them and myself is that for me it was simply the wrong time and trust me when I say, I’ll get that gold one day soon but these two? No. I don’t see it, not now or ever truly and I’m gonna tell you all why.”

A smirk appears on Tarah’s lips, “First we have Christopher Sabertooth; probably the one who is going to be the most pain in this match to deal with. Why? Because that's simple: He believes he a gold. He believes that no one can touch him but let's be real for a moment, if Gareth Cason can beat him for the Championship, than how tough is this guy really? More importantly, if a guy like him calls himself a real wrestler but his first mentioning me is how I am nothing but Nas’ Bitch, means he’s not only a piece a shit person but he's blind as well. Chris, Sweets, let me be the first to tell you have truly wrong you are about me because between you and I, I am the real wrestler here. Not you. I have fought my share of men that believes I am nothing but a bitch or a pet. Kenny was on of them too. He believed that I was a walking sinner, nothing more than a pet of my better half’s but what happened to him? I proved to him that I am more than meets the eye when it comes to that wrestling ring. I am one of the best wrestlers alive in OWA today and everyone knows it. Hell, I even gave Miltiades a run for his money before he screwed my leg up to get the win.” Tarah shakes her head slowly, “Chris, I have done so much in the years that I have wrestled and yet...to this day, men like you stand in my way, trying to tell me that I need a man make it in this business but this week, I’ll show you what real wrestling is all about by taking you out with my own two hands. I don’t need Bull Connors to break both you and Stark. I mean really? Stark is nothing more than a lazy prick that will probably remind quiet throughout this whole week just like he did against Nas. He hid and I would bet money he’ll hide again this week too but you? I know better to think you will remain silent...But I mean who truly knows?”

“At the end of the day, the four of us it going to stand in the same ring and battle our asses off as partners. I with Bull and You with Stark and than well shall see who comes out on top but let's be real, I’m already there.” Nova leans back against the pillows behind her, a smiling returning to her lips, “I’m at the top, where I belong. See, like I’ve been saying: Wrestling is in my blood, and I will fight with everything I have, no matter who I am facing; man or woman. And as myself, the Woman of her word, I will say this: I am really to knock you both down a peg. You and Stark have nothing but losses under you're belts, weighing you down while I will use my losses as a learning tool to beat you both come our match this Friday. That's just how I was taught and that's how I will win. Till then though, Nova Out.” Tarah winks at the camera on her laptop before leaning forward to stop the recording. The scene fades to black, ending it.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) July 3rd 2018, 10:15 am by Fairland

Green As Hell

The Globe Theater, Los Angeles, California

Dev RP

/Scene Opens\

Douglas Fairland; he’s just made it to L.A. after a long flight from Dallas he was ready to go to work. He checked in with security at the rear entrance of the venue and was making his way through the maze that is the backstage area. He finally reaches the area he was told to meet the interviewer. He’s not here yet so he begins to think about how he got to this point.

Less than 1 year after accepting an honorable discharge from the United States Navy where he served as part of the cryptological community in Yokosuka, Japan. After having completed two years of Navy Schools, he was finally assigned to the Fitzgerald. The tin can navy as it’s sometimes called is not an easy life. Being part of a destroyer squadron is no joke, especially in the crypto community.

Less than one year later, he had signed his first Professional Wrestling contract. He had been trained in Dallas by some “friends of the family”. Everyone has those “Uncles” that aren't really blood relation but are Uncles all the same. Name dropping is not really his thing, so he leaves it as is, without commentary on who trained him. Omega asked him several times, he didn’t give names just the name of the school. They’d figure it out in due time.

So, having been called by the office to work on his first promotional, just a short debut kind of thing. They said that with him being so new that they wanted to ease him into the show. He had been assigned to the Olympus Brand, which he was very excited about. As he looked down the roster, there was so much talent, such great competition. This is what he loved about “The Sport of Kings”. The passion, the pageantry, the hype and every damn thing that goes with it.[/i]

His thoughts are broken as the interviewer clears his throat for the second time. Fairland is pretty sure the man told him his name but he can’t remember what the guy said so he just decides to fake it til he makes it.

Interviewer - Fans, today we are here with a newcomer to OWA. Douglas Fairland, also known as “The Honey Badger”. I have to ask, where did that moniker come from?

Fairland smiles thinking, “This guy is no Gordon Soley, but what the hell, I’ll just roll with it.”

Douglas Fairland - This started when I was in the Navy actually. The men I was stationed with started calling me that after a particular fight in a bar in the Philippines. Then when I was working some shows in the indies, some of the boys got wind of that and it just stuck.

The interviewer smiles as he listens to Fairland speak and something pops into his mind and he just goes with it.

Interviewer - So, does that mean that you just don’t care?

Douglas chuckles at the social media reference, then composes himself and responds.

Douglas Fairland - No, it has more to do with a video that had been posted on social media. In the clip it shows a honey badger trying to dig into a tree to acquire honey. He is attacked by a pair of lions while he’s simply trying to eat. He turns on them and teaches them a lesson. That’s the reason they call me The Honey Badger; I tend to mind my own business and go about my day to day life. As long as someone doesn’t decide to push my buttons or their luck everything is good.

The interviewer nods his head sagely as he prepares for his next question.

Interviewer - With that being said, what can the fans of this company expect from you as a competitor?

Fairland looks at the interviewer with his right side eyebrow arched just slightly, then allows himself to relax, setting his jaw he responds.

Douglas Fairland - What can they expect? They can expect to see a man that goes out every week and takes no prisoners. My reasons for being here are the same as any other person on this roster. If you aren’t here for titles, you are in the wrong business. Anyone who says they do this for fun is a liar. It’s about the titles, the money and the fame. Its about building your own personal brand. It’s about greatness!

Interviewer - Well, with that being said, do you have a message to the title holders in the company?

Douglas Fairland - I did that already, you just didn’t notice it, but I’m sure they were listening. Not that I had to actually tell them, and not they think some green rookie as a threat to their title. The only way to change attitudes or perspectives is to go out and show them.

/Scene Closes\

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) July 3rd 2018, 9:34 am by Senza Fàccia

'BEHIND THE MASK'
OMEGA WRESTLING ALLIANCE

[In a setting that is familiar to us, we welcome one of the last wrestlers, who was signed by OWA and SSW. He'll be part of the new Kingdom episode for this Sunday, in a triple threat match. As it's his first time in front of our cameras, this one will introduce himself.]

"Can you introduce yourself ?"

"Of course ! (he laughes) My name is Senza Fàccia, I'm a profesional wrestler since 2013, and I'm from France. I was lucky enough to have bored quite quickly there, around 2015, that's when I decided that I wanted to become someone important for France, show the world that France did not completely abandoned wrestling, and produced good talents too. It allowed me to travel, especially between Paris and London, but I was able to go to Hungary and Germany where the fans really enjoyed my performances."

"You motivated your arrival in the United States and Japan with well-defined objectives, representing France in the world among other things, but why these two countries mainly?"

"We are not going to lie, in the world of wrestling, these two countries are the most powerful in the world. Currently, the greatests promotions are all based in USA are Japan, because the match's production is higher than everywhere, advertising around these promotions is unlimited. I could have turned to England or Mexico, since my style is very similar to the second country, but I felt like I did everything in Europe. It's been 5 years now that I struggle, so I needed to look to other horizons."

"You are officially booked for the next episode of Kingdom, for this Sunday, how do you feel now ? We all know that you wanted to fight !"

"To be honest, I was more than happy. I called my friends, my family, and now they're gonna to watch my match ! (he laughes) Since I heard the news I train hard in the room, I pay attention to what I eat, I prepare myself for my first. Clearly, I do not want to let myself be devoured by stress because my primary goal, first and foremost, is to ensure the show. I think the public must be central to our career, that we have to give it what it wants. I will always work like that since I was one, 5 years ago. I remain humble, I prepare myself, I have fun to give some phtos of me to the training, I receive messages of encouragement in private. I will not be at my top level, but well beyond, and again. This match is this one that will show this new public, the one I do not know, and who doesn't know me, who I really am."

"Well, tahnk you very mutch Senza and good luck for this match."

"You're welcome."

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 4/16/19) June 23rd 2018, 11:53 pm by **CASPIAN**

KINGDOM I: CASPIAN'S WORD.

(The scene starts with CASPIAN, hanging out with some of his goons at a high-class party. He’s laughing along with a mysterious woman, who continues to whisper to his ear. He smiles and kisses her. CASPIAN walks away from her to talk to the camera.)

CASPIAN: What happened to your announcement, Vernon? Where’s CASPIAN’s name on the contendership match for Scotty’s championship? I know you hate me raton and now you’re putting me up against some nobody called Nate Cage. Who is this perro? I can barely keep up with this idiota’s politics and now he expects me to watch his whole stupid show? C’mon, this is unfair; how is this the place of opportunity when I keep being shoved into things that I can give less of a damn about? Disgusting. The only positive I see is that I’m in the main event after two months of being mistreated. This is where I belong; I am the one who needs to be ending the shows because I am dinero. I rule this brand with my fist and the only reason why I haven’t completely taken over is because soy paciente. Soy calmado and when I am, the world can live peacefully as long as they give me what I want. However, when someone angers me, I cause chaos and make sure they learn not to get on my bad side. However, I’ve been throwing signals again and again, but it never stops. Now it’s time for me to show what I used to do in Honduras. This Nathaniel Cage guy thinks he can make a fool out of me but let me tell you something cabron; this is MY brand. I’ve been here all the way baby and no one else can take that away from me esse. You may be half of the tag team champions, but you can’t rely on that experience to help you out against me. I have been in many singles matches here, focusing on myself. However, with you, you’re dependent on your papi Kenny, who needs to hold your hand to victory. With me, I’m a one man gang, esse; you better believe that. You needed a title to main event this show while all I needed to do is bring myself into the arena and they saw main event potential in me. My moves result in fame and dinero for this pathetic brand and if they want to remain the flagship show, they’re gonna need someone like me in the spotlight. They say that I’m unworthy and out of my damn mind, but I’m gonna make all you pendejos a crowd of believers in the name CASPIAN. I’m better than all of your favoritos and I prove it every week. I was one of this rosters main picks last week. I am on the show’s god damn poster. Ese viejo Vernon may hate me, but he knows I’m right. The world may deny it now, but I’m gonna make sure they realize that I’ve been telling the truth this whole time. By my side, I have my men, willing to do whatever I ask of them. They’re as loyal as men can get because if they even have the thought of betraying me, their brains will be scattered the moment after. The Wolvesden, Nate Cage’s safe haven, continues to protect him with their lame terminology and philosophy. They spew this crap about ultraviolence but I’m the epitome of it. I bring fear and humbling into the hearts of the unworthy and arrogant. I don’t take losses, I only know about victory.

(CASPIAN begins to loosen up his attire, where he appears slightly drunk and angered.)

This week Nate Cage, I’m going to play with your mind and then bash it against this ring. I don’t like you at all and your little dress up game won’t intimidate me. I’ve been out in the world, nearly being beaten to death. You can try anything you want, but I will manage a way to secure victory against you. The first mistake you and the audience will make is doubt me and what I can be capable of. I’ve been up against some of the best this place has to offer and honestly, I’m ready to set you up as an example. You’re going to be the guy that they shouldn’t have put up against me. I’m going to leave you beaten so badly, they’re going to have to finally put their eyes on me and finally give me what I want. Scotty Adams is gonna be watching me, I know he is. Sure, he’s got an upcoming match he has to prep for, but he’s got me on his mind. The same is with you, Cage. You’ve been waiting for me to give you the response you’ve been looking for, but that’s what I do; make you wait. I run this place and we do this in my time. We will do our match in my time and I will start beating you senselessly whenever I feel that it is okay to. Comprendes, gringo? I hope you do because you’re gonna need to learn Spanish after I make you a mockery in this country. You’ll have to move to Mexico and try again, but don’t worry, your friend Kenny Drake can join you there too. Anyone who has something against me will be plagued with the enfermedad that I like to call failure. OWA has many candidates for fracasos because they really believe their own hype. Nate, I’m sure you’re whipping out your title and looking at yourself in the mirror, really proud of yourself. You need to motivate yourself to do better, but me, I’m a living legacy who’s ready for anything. I’m ready to get in that ring. I’m prepared for victory and I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to get my hands on gold. My woman has continued to tell me what I deserve because she knows exactly who I am. Every day, my people call me and tell me that I’m an inspiration to them because I’ve made it. But when I step into this border, I get funny looks, telling me that I am too prideful; that I’m entitled to nothing. No, pinche putas; I am entitled to being great. You all say hard work is the answer, and while yes, that may be true; that’s not the only way to make it to success. My pride is what makes me the man I am today. My pride and love of domination are what runs through my blood, pumping oxygen into my being. No matter what you may think of me, I am EL CAPITAN. I AM THE MOTHERFUCKING CABRON WHO WILL NOT BE SILENCED BY LOS GRINGOS. AS OF LAST WEEK, KINGDOM HAS BECOME MY REINO. IT WILL BE MY PLACE TO REIGN. And Nathan Cage, cuando El Capitan speaks, the hammer of his wrath will be slammed to the opposition. Did I scare you already? My apologies. Get some good night sleep because this will be the last time you sleep soundly. Comprendes? We are done here. Mi Perla, get us out of this dump.

(CASPIAN and the mysterious woman walk towards a limousine. He puffs his chest and slaps it. We see him yelling to the camera as the limo leaves, ending the scene. We fade to black.)

Stefan, this match is basically your fault.

I have teamed with some of the all time greats. I’ve teamed with mediocre nobodies. I have teamed with some of the most inept wrestlers in the history of civilization. And yet, somehow, you find your way to be the worst tag team partner I’ve ever had. You had one job. Just one. All you had to do is pretend to be a halfway competent wrestler and we could be holding the Tag Team Championships of the Omega Wrestling Alliance right now. But you failed to do your job.

And now, it’s time for me to do mine.

You see, everywhere I go, I have become notorious for two things: collecting as much gold as I can and taking my tag team partners who get in my way apart. It’s what I do. You, as much potential as you have, are nowhere near ready to stand toe to toe with me. Did you see the absolute carnage that I brought to Wolvesden? If there weren’t a small army of followers backing him up, people like Kenny Drake would not be walking today.

I don’t really dislike you, but your incompetence must be punished. Because of you, I was embarrassed on international television by losing a gauntlet match we should have easily won as a team. Do you understand how humiliating that is? To have planned all of the surprises and schemes to throw the entire division off guard only to see your incompetence throw our opportunity away?

You don’t?

Good, because I will have more than ample time to beat sense into you. Blow by blow, submission by submission. And you will know that the last thing you should have ever done in your normal, mediocre life is let Carlos Rosso down. It’s a mistake you won’t ever make again, let me assure you.

"Roses are Red,

Violets are blue.

I come in every week, just never seem to get my due.

So when I stand toe to toe with yet another fat shithead...

I'll give you the same treatment I gave Oasis,

And you're going home on monday, in a box.... Dead".

"I'm supposed to be terrified by you? A 5'10, 280lb sack of shit who's been running over pathetic morons for most of his run, and just can't seem to hack it. So let me be clear: You're not proven, at all. You got, what? A month? A couple of weekends with some tarts, you batter them with the soft side of your forearm, lay on em like they're a loose vegas girl, and you act like you're the next Spartan's Champion? Please. Kid let me be real honest. You're pathetic. Oasis has more athletic ability than you, gronk can speak and not grunt like a cave man-braindead-moron-, so where does that leave you?".

"I know? At the bottom of the barrel where you belong. A limited set of moves, an even more limited fight IQ, and no skillset what so ever to hand yourself. I get beat, because I get beat by the best. You? You haven't faced shit, the men you've beaten are well below the margin line. So let me be brutally honest, boy, when I say I'm going to deconstruct you at your core. I'm gonna slap you across the face, spit in your eye, outstrike you, outpace you, and when you're dry heaving from your shit cardio, and sludge brainpower... I'm gonna walk out of the ring, because I dont' give a shit about Scotty Adams, his plastic belt that the cocky shit weaseled, or the roster of meatheaded fucks he stands ontop of, sipping wine and slapping dicks with that little shit Wakefield".

"I don't care about the stakes, the belt.... and I sure as shit don't give a shit about you. Make sure to grab your pennies on the way out boi, gonna get your teeth knocked out, might as well try to get something useful".

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