OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)

OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)

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Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) January 14th 2020, 2:08 pm by Tarah Moore

Enjoy Your Slay ---Olympus
Promo Number Two

“Plagued by the past and down a badly beaten path Lies a place, one of a kind Cursed by a blinding light that no one can outshine A mess of a man, his fate unknown One drink away from a broken home He can't give up but can't go on like this A five year old longs to be free From visions he can't help but see And a mother who can't understand That the writing on my walls will tell you how it's gonna be Oh can't you see that you're just rats within my halls To hell with hospitality (and we all scream) Welcome to your last resort, don't overlook the past If you need help finding piece of mind don't hesitate to axe They can see the vacancy so say goodbye to sanity We're here to help you on your way Thank you very much enjoy your slay.”

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The scene begins in the office of Tarah Nova can be found in the small corner of her family’s home. The camera panned around the room, showing photos and championships that were held by both Tarah herself and her husband, Nasir Moore. As the camera continues to pan around, it passes the closed door; children’s laughter can be heard from the other side. That's when the camera turned to the desk where the ShockCollar sat, her glasses down at the end of her nose as she watches the Promo Video from one Devon Slayton for a second time...

‘No, at Olympus I’m going to make sure that you’ll remember the name Slayton and how it’s going to forever dominate over the name of Tarah Nova as you fade into nothingness.’

..A small giggle leaves her as she hits the spacebar to pause her laptop, freezing the video. Slowly she takes off her glasses before looking up at the camera in front of her.

“Excuse you, Devon?” Tarah shakes her head slowly with a smirk on her face. "So...you truly, 100% believe that YOU, of ALL the People that have graced the Olympus locker room, can actually be the one that will end me and force me to fade away? Really?” Another small laugh leaves her lips, “Okay, Kid. I get it. I might have been more real than I should have been but all of it was the truth but this? All the words that you have spit in my direction? All of it is nothing but bullshit. So many people have stood in the very spot that you are in right now, staring this--what did you call me so many times? Ah yeah, False Idol--Well they stood there, staring this False Idol in the face but do you know how many of them succeeded to push me into the darkness and make me into nothing? None of them. I am STILL here. So what makes you so different, I wonder? Is it because you're a Slayton? No. That's not it because frankly, no one cares about your family. I mean HONESTLY, why would they? Truly, in this wrestling world who are they? It's not like they are the Vendetta’s; A Second Gen Wrestling Family that has been in so many companies, held over 50 championships between the three of them. Not only are they a family that people KNOW about but some actually care about them too. Hell, even my family: The Moore Family; my two young children, who are only 11 and 2 years old, have better rep in the wrestling industry in their baby sized pinkies than ANYONE in yours---and that's not even bringing me and my husband up in this talk...because we BOTH know the rep would fly through the fuckin’ roof if I did.” Tarah leans back against her large chair, her smirk widens. “Its funny that I hit a nerve with your family...mainly your ‘Honorable’ sister, Amy.” She shakes her head again, “See, I find it funny that you keep calling her that. ‘Honorable’. To me, It's not very honorable that she tried her damnedest to be all tough and cocky, calling me out in front of everyone in the JET arena and CLAIMING that I need to fight her. That I NEEDED to have a wrestling match against her....and yet? I’m the bad guy? I'm cocky one? No, I’m just being honest on how I feel about this whole thing. But her? Nah. She is no ‘Honorable’ woman. She is a spoiled brat that believes she can fight the ShockCollar of Hardcore when she can barely fight her way out of a paper bag. Devon, I am sorry to say but SHE is none of my concern.. I’m not going to waste my time on someone like your sister when I can fight names like April Song, HAVOC, Nate Cage and Dulce Torres---men and women who ACTUALLY can fight and will fight with everything in their bodies. So yeah...I’m not going to fly my ass out to Japan to fight a no named woman who believes she is a QUEEN when I have four months left in my career. No, I rather stick to my home company right now and fight where I am needed the most: OMEGA ALLIANCE WRESTLING.”

Tarah lets out a sigh of boredom before tilting her head to the side just a small bit, “Again...I’m hitting nerves left and right, aren't I, Devon? I’m making your skin heat up and your blood boil, right? If I am---good. See...that's how you play mind games and break away someone's armor; not the way you were doing it. I mean---it was a good enough try but nevertheless, here I am. Still with a smirk on my face that you have yet to wrap away. Hell, dare I even say I laughed at your failed attempt to make me shake in my Chuck Taylors. Yeah, I laughed long and hard at your attempt. I mean you tried so fuckin’ hard to be dark and a badass but that didn't happen, no. Instead it made you look like a small, pathetic edgelord who was clearly watched too many old school Bruce Lee movies. ‘You dishonored my family, you must die’. Boy, don’t give me that shit. Be happy I even spoke about them again because honestly THIS is the most times their names have ever been brought up on OWA TV...but enough about them. This--with how much you want this to be--this isn’t about your whole inbred Slayton family, no---”

“---This is about you and I for the TV Championship.” Tarah looks down at her lap, where the TV championship lays. Her smirk fades into a smile as she slides her fingertips against the old silver. “It's about the Leader of OLYMPUS versus a nobody and the winner gets not only the TV Championship but the power of the other---something you are just begging to have, isn’t it? You just want to shut me up. Hide all the truth from the world that I have been shouting from the rooftops this whole week. You are shaking in your boots, Devon. I could see it from your little video back to me. You could barely look at the camera when you spoke ...and you spoke so much but honestly? None of it mattered. So go on---If you want to stand there and talk about WHO YOU ARE when no one cares; go ahead. You want to threaten me in front of the world and call me a False Idol because I spoke the truth about you loud and clear? Sure, why not; not the first person to threaten me; not gonna be the last. Frankly...what I’m trying to say is this, Devon---you are not different than any other person who has strapped their boots up and wanted to fight. You can tell me differently, sure, do what you want. Stand there and tell me how you are the man that started wrestling years before I EVER thought about lacing up a pair of wrestling boots. Tell the world that you will still be doing all of this when I am long gone---I mean hell, probably, you have no life so what's stopping you from dying in the ring; unlike me who has a life outside of the velvet ropes. So yes, break out the world's smallest violin and play us a tune about how you have been this internationally renown wrestler--Bullshit--who is known for busting his fucking ass in each and every single fucking ring he steps into. Do it, you play that tune and while you do so, claiming that you're going to bring back HONOR to this championship and retire me early---I’m going to do what I do best and prove you wrong. See--Friday night, you're in for a rude awakening when I show you that you are nothing but a flash in the pan. That you should've stayed in the Tag Team Division where you can be carried to a Championship and not be murdered in front of the OWA universe by yours truly.” Tarah shrugs her shoulders slowly, “It's not a problem for me though. I have ended many careers in my 13years on the mainstream wrestling screen; what’s one more before I retire? Either way, your 15mintues of spotlight is going to start and end on this week's Olympus. No more whining and edgy bullshit from you. No more overbearing talks about your creepy ass family love affair. Thankfully, it all ends on Friday by my hands and my hands alone...and by the end of the match; I’m sure that the OWA universe will be cheering my name for doing so...but till then?”

Tarah’s smirk fades just small bit as she raises her left hand up from her TV Championship and sarcastically waves at the camera, just before it fades into black.

NOVA OUT.

WORDS: 1494 | TAGGED: DEVON SLAYTON
:copyright: TARAH JAY NOVA

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) January 13th 2020, 10:18 am by **Nobi**

Ahaha, I get it where you're coming from when you said that I come and go as I please, I don't think being a Wrestler as my job, I have given up in some ways or your concern of me whether I can get the job done or not, Kevin Maverick.

I get it because I'm an actor and to quote one of the most popular video games' quotes of all time "Oh shit, here we go again". It's a same formula. It's a same format. It's a same energy. It' a same materials. It's a same approach. Everytime a wrestler makes it into the Hollywood, their peers will questions them just like how you are questioning me right now, Kevin. Maybe you should do your homework and tried to listen to people more because as I said it before that I have been wrestling for Wrestleworld in the past 3 months. Maybe you don't watch me wrestling there because you've been watching my movies a lot do you Kevin? To answer if wrestling is still in my blood then my answer is yes and just very recently, I wrestled 2 matches on 2 different shows and I have the honor to be the first wrestler that does so in the process for the Wrestleworld. I poured my bloods during my match against The Legendary Claudia Michaels in The Outlaw Rules match after I competed in a 3 Way Tag Team match prior to that at WW Chapter 6 and I was the first entrant of The Bloodbath Battle Royal at Violent Ends and I happened to be the last participant that got eliminated and it's not because I got thrown out of the rope. But it was because of the winner of that match was able to busted my head open. But even so, I was still able to participate in the final of The Drake&Jones Games and winning it along with my Wildcards partner, Reno Dumont to earn a shot at The WW Tag Team Championship. Ask Stephanie Matsuda for it. She knows what I'm talking about. You could have asked her anyway before you made your statements but you didn't so you're missing the boat. Oh well, it doesn't matter anyway because I'm going to show it to you and everyone on Olympus, Kevin that Nobi the wrestler isn't just going to grace you with his presence but also to give his all in our match.

That's how serious I am to prove it to you and everybody else that I do still have wrestling not just in my blood but also in my thoughts as well. It's great that you want to beat me because you want to get ready for The Clash match but not only do I want to beat you but also I need to beat you not just for The Clash match whether I'm part of it or not but also for my OWA future as well. As I said, Kevin, I decided to come back to OWA because I want to accomplish what OWA has in store as much as possible, as much as I can, and as soon as possible. Facing you off in my return match is such a blast but also challenging at the same time. I said it before and I'll say it again: you have what it takes to win the OWA Heavyweight Championship because you have everything to win it. You have such a unique style with your athleticism and that's why people always have a hard time to beat you whether they beat you or not. Not everyone can win everything but that's part of yours, mine, and everyone's journey, Kevin. You have the spirit and the persistence to work harder than anyone else does and you have the talents and the style to climb up the ladder to be on the top. It's just a matter a time until you win a World Championship because I know you have the power to do so.

You call yourself as The Greatest Showman and I do agree that you are one. It's because not only are you really that great in the ring but also because you have a natural charisma and the right attitude to make people cheer for you Kevin. Hey, who knows one day you'll follow my path to Hollywood? But anyway, if you really want to win The Clash and the OWA Heavyweight championship, then I shall accompany you in your journey by being an obstacle you have to overcome in our match. I'm ready to give my all not just for myself but for you too, Kevin. We both want to win this match and therefore, one of us has to lose and I'm planning to be the winner in this match for my own aspirations.

Now for the record, Kevin, I never called myself as The White Knight. Everyone picked that nick-name for me. That's a difference between us because I honestly never wanted to be a White Knight. Never even tried to be one. All I do is just being natural to everyone and if people see me as The White Knight because of who I am, then I'm not going to disappoint them either. See, this is how I take everything seriously, Kevin. Hollywood, Wrestling, The fans, and the list goes on, I take pride in them because I always try to challenge myself on everything. Therefore, don't you worry about me not giving my best, I'm always ready for anything.

As I said, you too are the challenge I need to overcome because no matter how unique or special you really are, I have to beat you. If the canvas is your art then I'm the paint that will make it more colourful as I'm telling the story with my in-ring performance. I'm not Picaso though, he's more fitting for you, Kevin, but at least I know Picaso does need the paint to make his masterpiece. You need me to get ready for The Clash after all if you catch my drift.

But as I said before, you can't stop the will and desire that you don't control. I'm the driver of myself after all and I'm driving myself to the path of the victory. I can't underestimate you but I can't let my fans down either. I'll treat you and them with my A-Game because my A-Game is fine tune-in and ready to be unleashed. I hope yours are too, Kevin.

By the way, thank you for trying to give me a more recognizitions but believe me, I won some accolades but none of them are World Championship. That's why I don't think I'm
underappreciated or anything. That's why I'm preparing my OWA future very seriously, Kevin.

So I’ve been told that my services are needed on OWA’s brand new show Atlantis. It shouldn’t come as a surprise. Why not herald in a brand new television program with The One True Spartan? I am the OWA Spartan Champion and my mere presence makes the show must watch. So who do they have me facing on this debut episode? Perhaps a Hardcore Havoc rematch with Jeff X? Or maybe a Final Destination preview facing the man I’m going to dethrone in Kenny Drake for the OWA World Championship? No? Well it must be someone of renown, yes? But no. Instead, I am facing Jacob Striker. Who? Oh, that’s right. He’s the good friend of the drug-addled moron Kyle. Wasn’t that the man I obliterated on Sunday? Ah. I see where this is going now. What is this, some sort of attempt of Striker to seek retribution out of loyalty to Kyle? If there’s one thing in this world I never understood, it’s people’s blind loyalty to friendship. I expect loyalty from my New Dawn subjects, but that is expected. That is a given. But to just give that away to another person and call them a friend? It boggles the mind.

So is that what this is, Jacob? Am I supposed to fear you avenging Kyle? Am I even supposed to fear the name Jacob Striker? It’s funny. When I started in wrestling, the one thing that angered me the most is that people never took me seriously. People always saw my name, heard me talk and made assumptions. They made assumptions that I was just some limp-wristed limey primadonna who couldn’t fight himself out of a wet paper bag. Then they made assumptions that I was a crazy, drooling lunatic who’s anger would always get the better of him in the end. But now that I have the Spartan Championship draped across my shoulder, are any of them making assumptions now? I don’t think so. So my first instinct is to write you off, make assumptions that you are a bug to be squashed under my foot. That I could take your body into my hands and snap every bone and muscle in your vessel within seconds. But I’m smarter than that. I’ve proven that many times over. Men like Moongoose McQueen and Udy, where others just laughed them off and said they were cartoon characters, I went into those matches with the same mindset as any other wrestler and I shall give you the same courtesy, Mr. Striker. Not because of any respect, no, but because I am a true savant in the wrestling ring. I’m sure you’re going to give it the ol’ college try, but you are not going to beat me. I don’t care how “natural” you are, what crusty old veteran trained you or if you wear your cute little snakeskin boots or throw around that cowbell so you can live out your homoerotic cowboy fetish. You are simply in over your head. And again, these are the kinds of things I heard when I first joined OWA. That I couldn’t cut it in the big time or that I was just not on their level. I hate to say those things to another person but...sometimes the truth hurts.

Apparently Kyle will also be there with you at ringside. I do hope his neck is O.K. I would say I probably rattled his brains with all of those elbows to the side of his head as well, but they appear to have evaporated in a puff of smoke, if you catch my meaning. Again, after becoming Spartan Champion, I expected my true work to really begin. Winning a championship is one thing, but then you become a hunted animal. So I was under the impression that my opponents from here on in would be the absolute best of the best. I thought now is the time to show once and for all that The New Dawn has begun. Instead, I’m made to face the likes of Kyle. But you know, maybe since he will be out there, he can see what it’s like to watch someone he cares about get brutalized. Then he can feel what you felt. Listen, Jacob, you may not feel this way right now, but The New Dawn brings people closer. Monday night on the first ever OWA Atlantis, I will bring you and your little friend closer than ever before because you can both bond on the fact that Reginald Dampshaw III took your bodies, minds and souls. Maybe when you are old and crippled in your wheelchairs, you can even reminisce about how facing me was the moment you remember regretting ever stepping into a wrestling ring. Understand this, Jacob. This is a seminal moment in your life. You get to go from toiling in developmental on OWT, to indie startup federation Gamma Pro to now wrestling the greatest entity that has ever existed in the universe. It is like going from eating trash then eating American fast food to a 5 course meal cooked by the greatest chefs man has ever known. Who knows? Maybe someday you will be good enough to face me in an actual competitive match, but Monday will not be that night. Maybe you’ll find success in Gamma Pro, even though it’s being run by a man who I beat, but that’s besides the point. Maybe all of those things will happen, but most likely not. The way I see it, and I have been proven right more times than wrong, that Monday will be your first and last OWA main roster match. Such a shame. The potential is there but you have been dealt a very, very bad hand. And if you don’t believe me, just ask your little friend Kyle.

Olympus Promo #1

“Hollywood Shuffle”

OWA BACKSTAGE w/ Gia Cervantes

Feat. Kevin Maverick

Gia Cervantes: Welcome back! Before the commercial break, we said that we were going to pick the mind of the Greatest Showman himself, Kevin Maverick. Well, right now he’s here with me. Welcome to the show Maverick!

Kevin Maverick: Uh, be careful sis. There’s more than one of us these days.

Gia Cervantes: Ah, yes. We have THE Maverick, Mavericks, Inc. and-

Kevin Maverick: Yours truly. I wonder if we should wear color-coded outfits like we’re the Power Rangers or something.

Gia Cervantes: Ha, ha, maybe. So on the last Olympus, you announced that you were going to take part in the Clash of the Titans. Any reason why?

Kevin Maverick: Actually, the question is why not? After I cut things off with Keeton, I did some thinking. I spent so much time trying to be an ace of a dead division - the one I was originally brought over here for - that I failed to see what the true goal should be: a world title. Despite being a new company OWA has three of them, one for each brand. Of course, I can only compete for two of them, but that’s quite alright. The belt I have my eyes on is the Omega Heavyweight Championship, and The Clash is the perfect way for me to jump on that fast track.

Gia Cervantes: The Clash will be composed of a ‘who’s who’ of OWA. What’s your strategy going into the match?

Kevin Maverick: The Clash is a Battle Royal, and the only thing a smaller guy like me can do is to stick and move. The whole world is going to be nipping at my heels and I can’t be caught sleeping.

Gia Cervantes: Well next weekend you get to go head to head with one of your Clash opponents, Nobi. What are your thoughts regarding him?

Kevin Maverick: Nobi? I love that guy! Here’s someone in this business who doesn’t get as much recognition as he should. This was a guy who came from Indonesia and is living the American dream as a Hollywood actor! He is the embodiment of that, ya know? Did you see that movie where he’s a firefighter? Great stuff! Take your kids! Everyone should be more like the guy on a moral standpoint?

Gia Cervantes: What about from a wrestling perspective?

(Kevin’s jovial expression slowly turned serious.)

Kevin Maverick: Honestly, he can’t beat me. Nobi’s style is solid, but my art is more diverse than his. He’s fought many people over his storied career, but he’s never shared a ring with somebody like me. And as much as he loves this sport...he doesn’t have my drive. He comes and goes as he pleases like it’s a game of Hollywood Shuffle. What Nobi needs to understand that this isn’t a hobby for me. This isn’t someplace I can lay my head whenever I get tired of the glitz and glamour. The squared circle is my stage, Nobi. This place is my home, it’s the canvas in which I put my art on for display.

Gia Cervantes: So you think Nobi isn’t taking this seriously?

Kevin Maverick: No offense to the man, but Nobi doesn’t think of this as a job. For me it’s my career, It’s my damn livelihood. Listen - this is nothing new in our business. One of us become a crossover superstar and walk into the Hollywood Hills where all of your dreams can come true. Meanwhile, the rest of us are grinding week after week, honing our craft. I didn’t get into the wrestling life as a shortcut into the show business. I’m here to stay for as long as my body allows.

Gia Cervantes: Well Nobi has given his time. Don’t you think that deserves a nod?

Kevin Maverick: Sure, but in some ways but it also feels like he’s given up. Maybe he’s back because he wants to play catch up, but it doesn’t matter. What matters is getting myself battle-ready for The Clash. This match will get me into that warrior mindset. To be honest, this hasn’t been my best season, Gia. I’ve had better runs in my career and maybe it’s because I’ve been feeling a little unfocused. Ever since I lost the Openweight Championship, it’s been something of a downward spiral. At first, I thought I was out of my element. Now, I think it’s because I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be here. I loved being in Revolution Arts Wrestling. When it folded, it was like pulling the rug from underneath my feet. I did my best to adapt and ended up with a Cruiserweight Championship to boot. But then, they changed my title to their preference and before I knew it, The Derelict plucked it from my fingers. I’m not upset at him- that’s on me. I failed to be a promising champ due to my failure to adapt.

Gia Cervantes: Do you feel like you have something to prove?

Kevin Maverick: To myself and the world at large. When I call myself The Greatest Showman, I mean it. I don’t give myself false titles like “The White Knight”. If Nobi still thinks of himself as a real wrestler, then he will treat this fight like it’s the most important match of his life. We are on the fast track to The Clash and all eyes need to be on me. Nobi’s return is nothing more than a show. It’s just another way for you to seem like you’re gracing us with your presence. We don’t need Nobi, the giver of star power. We need Nobi, the professional wrestler. The only thing I’ll be concerned about Friday night is whether or not he can get the job done. Can Nobi prove to me and the world, that wrestling is still in his blood? Can he prove that he’s more than the sum of his observable parts? That he’s not just an actor pretending to be a badass? It’s only a matter of time.

Gia Cervantes: (nods) I see. Speaking of which, that’s all the time we have. Thank you for sitting in with me tonight.

Kevin Maverick: Sure thing. The pleasure was all mine.

------

Kevin sighed as he entered his apartment. Fortunately for him, Eve was already home. He could make out the curvaceous figure from a distance. She sat quietly on the bed, cross-legged with a MacBook in her lap. He and Evelyn Bennett, a LAW star have been dating for several months. She was visiting family in New York, so she was crashing at his place in the meantime. She currently lived in L.A., LAW’s base of operations. At this time, Kevin didn’t mind the distance. They were taking things slow and would try to see each other when they could. He felt more comfortable living in Harlem, close to the Dragonwolf and War Room Dojos, respectively. Both the Bogard family and Stephanie Matsuda asked for his help with training classes, something he was particularly good at. He enjoyed his personal life for the moment, but deep in his heart, he knew he would want more sooner or later. Right now he needed to work on his career.

“Is everything okay babe?” The sound of Eve’s voice broke Kevin’s concentration.

“Uh..yeah.” Kevin sighed and nodded. “Just have a lot on my mind.”

Eve nodded and turned her attention back to the computer screen. Kevin had to get his mind right for his match with Nobi. There was no way he was going to lose just before The Clash.

OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) IMG_20181129_170938

PORTLAND MOTHAFUCKIN OREGON

“FOG CITY”

“PDX”

“420TOWN”

BURNSIDE SKATEPARK

3:30 PM

The rain ain’t shit when you’re under a bridge, and that’s exactly where Burnside park is. Nestled in the back corner of the Burnside Bridge, skaters and stoners alike...blah blah blah...stuff...skaters…

Whatever, right? Like it’s a skatepark under a bridge...you get it.

Anyway, at the far wall, yeah? There’s a...well, a wall. And there’s a big ass hole in it, right? Like, a big ol’ hole. So in that hole, is a little encampment, and in that encampment…

You get it, don’t you? This is a waste of time, right?

Look...just google fuckin burnside skatepark, look at the hole…

I’m spending too much time on the hole.

That’s what she said.

Ok, focus, Milo...

Just...it’s Tyler and TJ in a camp. Tents and shit. A fire. I dunno.

Helluva first promo, huh?

I’m probably fired.

Ok, here we go.

===_-0==GRiME==0-_===

TYLER BRIDGES

Yo Teej. You got a lighter on you, homie?

TJ Burns emerges from a tent. Tyler Bridges sits beside a fire pit, rolling a fat doob.

TJ BURNS

I really fuckin hope so, man, I need a hit of that ASAP.

TYLER

Why? You stressin? Should I be stressin? Should we be stressin?

TJ

Nahnahnahnahnahnahnahnahnah maybe.

TYLER

wait...is it nahnah or maybe?

TJ

Yeah.

Tyler stares at him. You know how you stare at someone passed out in a puddle of their own piss? Like that.

TYLER

...imma need you to make sense immediately or imma go fuckin nuts, bruh.

TJ

We have a match.

TYLER

Tight. We always have matches.

TJ

In OWA.

TYLER

Oh, tight!

TJ

Against Kevin Maverick…

TYLER

Tight, of the ever-growing family of OWA Mavericks...

TJ

…and Derelict.

TYLER

Tight.

So, this is like...awkward…

TYLER

...is that it?

TJ

Yeah, man! That should be enough!

TYLER

Duuuuuude….dudedudedudedudedudedude…ssssssshhhhhhh...shut up.

TJ

Rude, but ok.

TYLER

We have done this before. Haven’t we?

TJ

Yeah…a lot, yeah

TYLER

And we’ve done really, really, really well, haven’t we?

TJ

I mean, yeah…

TYLER

And we’ve been waiting for this exact opportunity for, like, our entire lives, haven’t we?

TJ
Well...yeah, true…

TYLER

So...you know…

TJ

Yeah...yeah.

TYLER

Yeah.

TJ

Yeah. But like...Nah, though.

Tyler hangs his head like when a father hears his son expertly sing a Camilla Cabella song…

TYLER

Ok. Teej? We’re gonna be fine. Gimme the lighter.

TJ shakes his head and pulls a lighter out of his pocket. Tyler snatches it out of his hand and lights the sweet, sweet shimya.

TJ

See, I’m just nervous, ya know? Cos like...Derelict is fuckin huge, ya know? And like...he said some shit-

Tyler coughs out a massive cloud of smoke...like a fuckin cumulonimbus…

TYLER

hesaidsomeSHIT?!

TJ

He said some shit, man.

TYLER

thatmotherfuccerbettawatchhisASSsayinsomeshit…

TJ

Yeah, and like...he said he was gonna, like...keep us as pets and shit.

TYLER

W-[color]COUGH-WORD!??[/color]

TJ

Yeah, man, so I dunno…

Tyler passes the jah...from the left hand side, natch. TJ takes a massive, Pink Floyd like toke and holds it in like a fuckin’ boss. No baby lungs here.

TYLER

thismansintheyearofourlord2020gonnakeeptwohumanasshumansaspets...Aight...well fuck, bruh...aight.

TJ

rightman?

TYLER

Yeah...yeah.

TJ

fuckinpredicamentrightman?

TYLER

Word, bruh...word…

Aight, so it’s about to get weird.

A soft purple light begins to emanate from the fire...the flames suddenly turn shades of purple and green...and the spirit of Jimi Hendrix rises…

Told ya. Weird shit, man.

JIMI

Boys...now LISTEN…

TYLER/TJ

JIMI HENDRIX??!

JIMI

Damn right. Now listen here…

TYLER

Are you here to tell us how to win our debut match?!

TJ

And tips on how to take out Kevin Maverick and Derelict?!

TYLER

Or that the strength we’re looking for is inside us, and has been the whole time?!

TJ

And that the only thing Derelict and K-Mav have going for them is that Derelict is kinda big? But when you factor out his size and strength and factor in our experience as a tag team, plus our hunger to get an impressive debut win, as well as our blatant and obvious advantages in the speed and striking department, that this match is actually more lopsided in our direction than previously thought?!

TYLER

And, not to mention, going back to Derelict, that he really only said he was gonna beat us up, but like...that’s kinda part of this whole job thing, so we kinda aren’t afraid of that? And like...we fight off big scary hobos all the time, so like...there’s that too? And that Kevin Maverick has kinda been a nothing entity since...like...his second month and shit, and I kinda forgot he was here until it was brought up just now?

TJ

AND?! And, we were trained by Kenny Drake himself, the OWA World Champion, and like, we’re really, really, really fuckin good, so we should just like, stop worrying, train hard, smoke weed and bleed?

TYLER

And that we’re natural nexts-in-line for the Tag titles because we’re the best tag team in OWA by fuckin MILES, and on Atlantis, it’s gonna be our comin’ out party?!

TJ

Was that what you came here to say, Jimi Hendrix??!

Spirit Jimi leans against the far wall, mackin’ on a hot ass spirit ho.

JIMI

Yeah baby it’s like a foot and a half long, ya jive? You’ll need a damn wheelchair to get around after, c’mon...

TYLER

JIMI.

Spirit Jimi glances back at the two and shakes his head. The spirit ho disappears. Spirit Jimi is HELLA pissed.

JIMI

Oh now you wanna listen...You little mothafuckas...God Damn, man...nah, I was gonna tell you to be careful with that fuckin’ weed, man...shits laced with some gnarly shit...dumbassmothafuckas...but nah, just interruptin’ ol Jimi...mothafuckas…

TYLER

Sorry, Jimi…

TJ

Yeah, sorry, Mr. Hendrix…

JIMI

Whateva... ya little bitches...was gonna be your spirit guide and shit...gonna be a whole big thing and shit...and y’all fuckin dumbasses ruin that shit...just never the fuck mind, man...shit…

Spirit Jimi disintegrates, leaving Tyler and TJ hanging their heads in deserved shame. Stupid millennials.

TYLER

...dude…

TJ

...dude…

TYLER

...we’re gonna kick K-Mav’s ass, dude…

TJ

...and Derelict?

TYLER

He can Dere-Lick my Balls, Capitan.

TJ and Tyler chuckle to each other.

TJ

They’re gonna see what’s up, man...best tag team in the world, and we finally got our chance to prove it.

TYLER

Smoke weed and bleed, bruh.

TJ

Smoke weed and bleed.

TJ and Tyler bump fists…

Awww, isn’t that cute? Like, awwww.

Seriously, though...Kevin and Derelict...GRiME is no joke. You think you’re fast? They’re faster. Think you’re strong? So are they. Think you’re smarter? Who gives a shit, this isn’t a test. GRiME has arrived, and the first on the chopping block?

Kevin Maverick. DEAD.

And Derelict. DEAD.

Y’all will see. Next tag champs. Krypton Kid and Mr. Suicide Pace.

SWAB.

Peace out, bitches.

Triggered in Advance: Olympus #1

(The screen starts off solidly black for several seconds before from somewhere, we can hear the voice of Devon Slayton speaking from somewhere in the darkness)

“A wise man once said every dog has its day, I guess this is mine.”

(The screen then lightens up and we see him with his hands resting on a bit of gray marble balcony looking over at the Atlantic ocean, dressed simply in a pair of respectable black slacks and a rich purple dress shirt, his face is in a neutral expression as he regards the ocean in the distance)

“You know, right now I should be really excited about this chance. I mean my first singles title match since the end of my run with Ethan and it is for the OWA Television championship…” he says, but he stops as he runs a hand over his head slowly...almost like he is unsure of his own thoughts before his jaw clenches and then he nods. “But right now I’m more impressed by the sheer arrogance of Tarah Nova. I mean in my entire career I have heard some of the truly stupid shit come out of people’s mouths and they have all had their own self righteous justification for it...but you, Tarah, you take the mother fucking cake from all of them.”

“You ask me who the fuck I am to challenge *YOU*? I am the man who got his start in this sport years before you even thought about lacing up a pair of wrestling boots and I’m the one who’s going to be still doing this shit long after you are a pale, forgotten memory. I am a internationally renown wrestler who is known for busting his fucking ass in each and every single fucking ring he has stepped into and no matter what the end result is, I don’t go around and blaming my shit on other people, like you seem to think that I do. That is why I have the right to challenge for your title for one, because I am willing to put in the work that it takes to fight for it and unlike others around here who simply want it for the prestige it brings, I actually want to bring honor back to that title!” he says, his dark eyes reflecting an even darker emotion that is buried deep inside of him, drawn out by the sheer audacity of Tarah’s words. “You won’t have to wait till April to begin your retirement, Tarah;”

His handsome face twists into a devilish smile, but the smile does not reach his eyes which hints to the true malice within it. “No, there will be no riding off into the sunset for you because at Olympus, I'm going to dismember you and throw you into a fucking body bag, I'm going to do things to you so violent that not even your husband Nasir ChangeHisName Moore will be able to white knight and come to your rescue, because he'll be too busy throwing up at the righteous fury and violence that will befall you."

“You know, I wasn’t going to bring up that fucking stunt that you pulled on my little sister, but since you decided to play fucking Pandora and open that bitch of a box up, let’s cover this shall we because truth be told, you couldn’t handle Amy and she fucking tried to show you some respect, but instead you instead decided to try and show how big and bad you’re NOT by saying that it wasn’t what she wanted and truth be told, my sister’s time would’ve been wasted on you because you are not even in her LEAGUE.” he continues, his tone reflecting the cold fury that he himself is feeling. “You are nothing more than a third rate ring rat that the talent felt sorry for, so you don’t get to go around and claim that you’re better than anyone because you’re the one who’s fucking quitting, were a true wrestler like myself is going to keep going until the sun burns out.”

The “Black King” takes a moment and stops speaking, his eyes still flashing with wicked intent as he tries to compose himself for a moment, shaking his head as he no doubt is replaying the words of his opponent in his head.

“The reason, the ONLY fucking reason why I challenged your sorry ass for that title is because I personally wanted to bust you in your fucking mouth for disrespecting my FAMILY. You want to take pot shots at me for not being able to win the tag straps with Ethan, fine...you fucking do that, but you don’t fucking don’t get the right to disrespect nor dismiss anyone who dares to look up to an ungrateful little cunt like yourself, Tarah. My sister could’ve come to the Omega Wrestling Alliance and trashed you right in front of your children or one of a dozen other fucking ways to have gotten what she wanted out of you.”

“But my sister is an honorable woman, a woman who has spent the last nine years of her life busting her ass to make a name and career for herself in this sport while you stand there on your fucking nonexistent ivory tower and decree that she’s some “no name girl”, you self righteous little cow!! You don’t get to disrespect her, as a matter of fact you need to get on your fucking hands and knees and feel fucking grateful that somoene actually felt like they should honor you like that because you don’t know the fucking meaning the word!!”

“But we Slaytons do.”

Devon stops talking once again and runs a hand over his bald head, his eyes narrowed sharply and filled with an overabundance of hate for his opponent and after a few seconds he actually starts to smile just a little bit once more.

“You don’t like me, Tarah? Well you can be rest assured that I don’t like you either, I don’t like your self righteous belief that you’re infallible or that the locker room needs any mother henning when the truth of the matter is that you have been abusing the trust of the younger talent in the back if they didn’t come up through what you deem is the proper way of doing things..meaning that if they didn’t come up through NEO or any of that fucking garbage than that’s what they are-garbage.” Devon says, in a calm measured tone. “Is that why you went after my partner, Tarah? Because he chose to take up an offer to be the head coach for the wrestling school of a new promotion and give the students the benefit of what he had learned through a long and hard fought twenty year career?”

“Does you hypocrisy know no bounds?”

Devon shakes his head once again as the smile fades from his face, “Well at Olympus this week you are going to be given the most brutal of wake up calls, Tarah. Not only am I going to take the Omega Wrestling Alliance Television champsionship, a title that you are most unworthy of holding, as well as taking that pound of flesh from you for the disrespect that you’ve shown me and my family when I’ve had nothing but the utmost respect for you and yours until you pulled this fucking stunt of yours.” he says, looking down at his hands which he then slowly starts to flex a couple of times before clenching them tightly into fists before looking back up at the camera. “But most important of all, I’m going to teach you something as well, Den Mother, and that is I’m going to teach you how to exactly what it means to be in the ring with a real sadist, just like what I did to James Anderson twice. I’m going to make you scream to my tune as I play with the pith and marrow of your muscles, I’ll make your very nerves come alight in ways that no one else can.”

“And this isn’t me gloating, Tarah. This is me being very serious because you have it in your head that you’re better than everyone that doesn’t bow and scrape at your feet or acknowledge just how great your journey has been or any of the other tons of bullshit about you that’s been built up that makes you think that you can just dismiss people because they don’t exist in the “world” that is Tarah Nova.”

“No, at Olympus I’m going to make sure that you’ll remember the name Slayton and how it’s going to forever dominate over the name of Tarah Nova as you fade into nothingness.”

At this, a slightly sad look appears on his face as he shakes his head once more. “To think, this is the person who people look to be a positive role model for little girls...kids who look for someone to idolize, to show them that they can be more than what popular media wants them to be in the form of skinny, vapid, brainless husks used only for vapid pursuits.” he says, his voice somber...depressed. “When did you fall, Tarah? When did you become the very thing that you despised so much in other places… I don’t relish what I have to do at Olympus, I have to put the dirty, diseased mongrel that is Tarah Nova down on international television and destroy a false idols in front of millions.”

Devon lowers his head and goes silent for a few moments before he slowly raises his head, his dark eyes still full of hatred and grim determination as he says only one thing further;

“See you at Olympus, false idol.”

(The camera fades to black)

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"I am Miho Li" January 11th 2020, 6:14 pm by **HellFighterINC**

(The scene opens inside a hotel room where we see new OWA wrestler, "Invincible" Miho Li sitting up on her bed watching on her laptop her match against La Llorona last week on Odyssey staring intently on the screen rewinding and re-watching her match after her hard fought but ultimately even harder loss at "The Assassin" in her OWA debut match. While she is watching, she hears a knock at her hotel room door, she pauses the laptop and walks over to answer it opening it up to reveal her manager HellFighter standing by with some food in his hands.)

Miho Li: "Hey coach."

HellFighter: "Oh man, that's surreal, I'd never thought that I hear myself being called that, please don't call me that Miho, it makes me feel so old. Anyway, I figured that you'd be hungry so I brought some food for you."

Miho Li: "I am, thanks, come on in."

(HellFighter walks in as she closes the door behind them. He walks over to the table and opens the bag from Geno's Steaks here in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania which is the site of where Miho is scheduled to have her second OWA match live this coming Tuesday night on Atlantis from the OWA Arena. He reaches in and hands Miho a large Philly cheese steak from the famed establishment and a drink over to his young trainee. She sits down on the bed and begins to dive right in looking like she is famished and hasn't eaten in some time. HellFighter sits down on the chair across from her with a cheesesteak of his own and begins eating.)

Miho Li: "Geno's cheesesteaks?"

HellFighter: "Yeah, I understand that you love to experience a little bit of wherever city you are touring in and after some touring of this fair loved city I thought that I'd bring you a little piece of Philly to go along with the late night film sessions that I myself know all too well."

Miho Li: "Yeah you caught that didn't you?"

HellFighter: "That I did my dear, that I did. I have sat in a lot of dark hotel rooms just like this one staring at many and I do many screens injecting my daily fix of film junkie into my brain. I see a lot of me when I look in your eyes, but it does also help to unplug sometimes and step away so this is me doing my coach thing and helping you to rest your eyes and hopefully provide a fresh perspective on your quest to the top."

Miho Li: "Thank you."

HellFighter: "Anytime, so what has rewinding and re-watching your match against La Llorona taught you besides don't get pinned?"

Miho Li: "I've been staring at this screen for at least two hours, maybe longer thinking of something that I could of done more and it all comes back to her ducking my GKE and then hitting that Sornora Destroyer from out of no where and hooking my leg for the final one-two-three. Man, no matter how many times I've watched that ending, I cringe at the impact of the way my head bounces off of the canvas every single time. What could I have done differently?"

HellFighter: "You know Miho, before I went out to go get us some dinner from Geno's, I re-watched the match myself and saw the same thing and I have my thoughts on the match, so allow me to give you that fresh perspective, may I?"

(HellFighter, with one hand on his Geno's cheesesteak, gestures down and points for Miho for her to hand him her laptop, she hands it to him. He goes to rewind it all the way to the beginning of the match with them watching her pre-match entrance sequence again and then pauses as he shows Miho dancing and hopping along with a smile on her face. Miho sits and stares intently at the screen before looking back up at her coach and manager with a questioning look on her face.)

Miho Li: "I don't get it boss, what am I supposed to get by this?"

HellFighter: "It hit me Lil one, look at your face and tell me what do you see?"

Miho Li: "I'm smiling? Grinning ear to ear, and dancing around like a damned fool."

HellFighter: "No, you're not Miho, I see a little girl who going out there to that ring, and is having fun, look how loose and having fun dancing and interacting with the crowd that you are doing. You are in the moment, and just having fun, now watch your face right as soon as you are staring face to face with La Llorona, right before the bell rings to start the match."

(HellFighter resumes play until it gets to Miho's face right before the bell rings and then pauses again showing her face go from happy and fun to all serious and intense as she stares at her opponent face to face from across the ring.)

Miho Li: "I don't get it boss, what am I supposed to be seeing looking at my face."

HellFighter: "Exactly Lil Miho, even from where I was at ringside, even I didn't see it at first, it took me a moment to turn back the clock and rewind this match to see it with fresh eyes, but once I did it all became so much clearer. Look at your face, and even though you're confident, your focused, your driven to really take this match to La Llorona, but at the same time you almost come off like two different people. I took it back to the entrance and let you see that you are wrestling like two people. In one aspect, you want to go out and just have fun and be loose, and then there is this other side of you that wants to go out and wrestle this this...

(He flicks Miho's shoulder hard enough to make her making her wince in pain letting out an audible "OUCH" and rubbing her shoulder from where he flicked her before he continues on without so much as skipping a beat.)

HellFighter: "Chip on your shoulder that you are trying so hard to get that hard earned win, fight with such an intensity and determination that you lose sight of the goal. I know that you know the old Bible verse 'You cannot serve too masters'. In one aspect, you were having fun and enjoying yourself in the moment, and then the match begun and you became focused and intense and all rigid and you were stopping at nothing until you would win which is what you supposed to do. You've got all of the gifts and the talents to make it, you just need to put it all together all while maintaining being loose and having fun at the same time. Now you are young and this is all part of the process and earning your stripes, paying your dues on this journey. Don't focus so much on going for that big title win. Just focus on the moment and build with that first win, day to day, week to week, and it will all come together. Again, you've got of the talent and the gifts to go so far in this business, you just need to put it all together, and it all starts with you going out there and being loose and having fun, don't lose that aspect of the sport, put the chip on the shoulder to rest."

Miho Li: "I think I get it."

HellFighter: "Good, now this week, here in Philly, on Atlantis, you are set to go up against Dulce Torres. She is every bit as good, if not better than La Llorona. Her wins and losses may not show it, but this is a woman who has been up and down on the OWA roster. She is a trendsetter where she is a first, the first woman to have ever won the OWA Goddesses Championship, not once but twice. That right there almost punches her ticket into any Hall of Fame right there. Those are marks that turn women like her into a legend and all within such a short amount of time while you are just trying to hit your stride and get your first win here in OWA. She is the very definition of "a work horse". She is what I was in GXW. She doesn't need titles in order to make her, she makes the titles that much greater because of her. She puts the prestige in those championship titles. She is the measuring stick of what girls like you should aspire to be, and she incredibly patient and is in no hurry to get to the top of the mountain. She knows that she will get there and it is always a matter of not if but when. Now let's talk about you Miho. Come here.

(HellFighter sets his Geno's Cheesesteak and waves Miho over to the large hotel room mirror and stands behind her with the seven foot, three hundred pound coach and manager standing right behind the five foot two, one hundred-twenty pound, eighteen year old girl from Riverside, California and puts his large hands on her shoulders.)

HellFighter: "You have been born into this business, bred for this business. You walk in with it pumping in your veins, and with that huge shoes to fill. You are daughter of wrestling royalty with a chance to try and fill massive shoes and even though you don't want to, the fact is that you are being measured to live up the standard of the trail that Chris Slayton and Yeh Shen Li have done way before you. Deep down, you want to eclipse their shadows and you have this wonder if you could ever measure up to their legacy of being a Slayton. You will never be a Dulce Torres. Don't try to be HellFighter, don't try to be a Chris Slayton, don't try to be a Yeh Shen Li. All that you need to do is being the very first and very best Miho Li, and when you go out there to that arena and face off against Torres this Tuesday night on Atlantis, do it by having fun and being loose. Don't lose sight of that and be all intent on trying to hurt her and make your impact in the OWA felt for all of the roster. Just go out and have fun. Be like your boy Patrick Mahommes, only don't get gunslinger and force throws that turn into interceptions. Remain loose, put all of your gifts and talents together and just have fun while you are having the match your life, and if you do all that, I promise that even someone as great as Dulce Torres can't even stand up against you and it will be her that will be doing nothing but stare up at the lights as the referee counts one-two-three and declares you as the winner of the match. Like I said, she is gonna get to where she is going no matter what, but all you need to do is just focus on getting that one win."

Miho Li: "You're right boss. I'm not Karina-Ann, I'm not like you, I'm not my father Chris, or my mother Yeh Shen...

(she slams her fist on the wall on either side of the mirror, lowers her head, and closes her eyes for a moment, letting out a slow deep breath before opening her eyes again in front of the mirror.)

Miho Li: "I am Miho Li."

HellFighter: "That's my girl, now come back over and finish your Philly Cheesesteak."

Miho Li: "You know boss, I really do like her, I really do respect her, and as much as it pains me to go out there and compete against someone of her caliber in this match, even though I am not going to like what I do to her in the center of that ring, I do know what I need to do in order to beat her. I'm going to do what you have advised and I am going to be in the moment, and move moment to moment pearling together each one together until they add up me standing in the center of the ring being proclaimed as the winner of the match. I know that it will be far from easy. It will be bloody damned difficult but it won't be impossible. I know that I can and I will do it. I am Miho Li, and I will defeat Dulce Torres."

HellFighter: "And there you go, there is nothing more that needs to be said. That's all she has to say..."

Miho Li: "and you can quote her on it."

HellFighter: "All of it."

(As HellFighter and Miho Li continue to eat their Philly Cheesesteaks from Gino's the scene slowly fades out.)

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) January 11th 2020, 1:17 am by the-natural

Atlantis Promo #1: In the course of breaking the New Dawn.

(The screen opens up and we are shown the famed statue of Rocky Balboa in front of the Philadelphia Museum of Art and it holds there for a couple of seconds before the camera slowly pans downwards to show us none other than former Omega Wrestling Tomorrow, now Gamma Pro Wrestling superstar in the “Natural” Jacob Striker, wearing a black “Dark Circle: DEMAND PROGRESS” t-shirt his signature black denim vest and a pair of blue jeans, his blonde hair if ruffled in the breeze of the day and he seems to be unbothered by the Philly winter as he looks hard at the camera)

“You know, Reggie. Right about now you’re looking at the card for the very first Atlantis show and thinking to yourself before saying out loud is “who the bloody hell is Jacob Striker and why am I fighting him”.” the young man says before running the fingers of his left hand through his hair to keep it out of his face. “Allow me to save you the effort of racking your mind and Google for an answer, you primitive screwhead.”

He lowers his hand, a rather wicked smile crossing his face as he does so.

“I’m your opponent, oh Time Lizard. You are looking at the real rock and rolla, Jacob Striker. Now under any other circumstances I would relish and I do mean *RELISH* a chance to wrestle someone of your caliber, Reggie, but after what you did to someone that I consider a friend last week on Kingdom...well, I asked for this match because I think it’s time that someone made you pay the piper my old son.” Jake says, the wicked smile never leaving his face as he leans forward with his forearms on his knees as he does so. “Reginald, I want you to fully understand that I’m not going to play around with you, nor am I going to play host to your grand new age designs in shape or manner because to be quite honest while your whole concept of a [he does air quotes] “New Dawn” does spark my inner curious nature, I am here to do what I do best and that’s wrestle and since you claim to be utterly ruthless...I call bollocks on you, Reggie, as you are as about sadistic as a taco bell taco is as spicay as a proper curry dish from Bombay!!”

Jacob then stands up, chuckling at his joke as the young man cranks his neck just a little bit before returning his attention to the camera.

“You see Reginald, you might be the Spartan champion of the OWA at the present, but you still lack any true style or form in that ring and you rely too much on your raw anger while a real shooter like me has a wealth of knowledge to pull upon because while you paid a good sterling pound for your training and then instantly jumped into this profession, I trained first at a school that introduced me to the world of British wrestling and by that I mean the All-in, catch as catch can style where each and every one of my hooks when I lock them in on you on Atlantis will surprise you with the sheer force of torque behind them as I use my full understanding of a wrestling style native to your own *HOMELAND* to make you scream in frustration as I use it to squeeze myself out of anything you might try to hook in as well.” he says, the smile slowly disappearing as he speaks, with each and every single one of his words said with an utmost seriousness to it. “But then again, my old son, you also have to understand that once I was done training under the British style, I went out and sought out more training...at which point I found *HER*, Stephanie Matsuda.”

“I sought out the Matsuda-Sensei and trained under her, soaking up every single thing that I could from her and I kept at it, taking each and every single hard fought lesson day in and day out until finally she said that I was ready and now here I am, a fully trained wrestler armed with a furious fusion of British All In and Lucharesou styles of wrestling and a license to thrill… now that is the road that I have traveled to come here, to look you right in the eyes this coming Monday night live from the home of the Omega Wrestling Alliance...and to slap the ever loving taste out of your goddamn mouth before I lay my hooks into you, Reginald.”

“That is who I *AM*, Reginald, and when I drop your damned head through the ring, I am going to hoist you up again before dropping you once more before I choke the very life from you until you tap...and even then, I’m going to hold my submission in for a few extra seconds and that extra number will be eight seconds, Reginald, and I want you to pay extra close attention to that detail because after you won the match last week, that is how long extra you kept that hold locked onto Kyle.”

Jake’s eyes narrow sharply.

“Eight *SECONDS*, remember that because come Atlantis that is how long your already weakened, shattered brain will be gasping for lovely, tasty oh so minty fresh AIR, my old son!” Jacob says before he motions at the sky above for a moment. “And while your gasping, clawing, eyes begging for me to release you from that oh so hellish torment of being unable to breathe...I want you to look into my eyes and understand that you are NOT as ruthless nor sadistic as you claim to be. Nor will you ever be on *MY* level, Reginald, Because while you might be the Omega Wrestling Alliance’s Spartan champion at the moment, I might just watch you...like how you watched Jeff X...and ponder if that title should stay where it is or go to a more...understanding person per say?”

The wicked smile once more settles onto the face of the young wrestler but it does not reach his eyes which reveals the truth of how dark his thoughts truly are.

“But our match at Atlantis isn’t for a title, Reginald. No, it’s because you crossed a line and in your primitive little screwhead of yours, you naturally assume that no one would stand up for Kyle, a person that you assumed had no friends because in your mind he was nothing more than a waste of air and roster space.” Jacob says as the camera slowly pans around him as he turns and starts to walk up the famous steps slowly. “I was spending time with someone special, learning how to expand my mind and break through some barriers when I got a message to check the reply of Kingdom and there you were, being outsmarted by Kyle until you decided that you couldn’t let your feelers be hurt anymore and you tried to choke the very breath from him.”

“Now, like I said at the start of this promo I would’ve loved to have stepped into the ring with you and had a proper wrestling match between two highly skilled gentlemen of the art of grappling… but instead you had to show how much of a little bitch you were and now I have to have get my hooks into you and make you scream like one too now as well.”

Jake stops right before he reaches the summit of the steps, his smile turning a little bit more devilish as he does so. “So between now and whenever your feeble attempt to cut a retort happens, Reginald, I want you to think on something and I want you to truly think on this as hard as you can press that primitive brain of yours to do;”

“What makes you think that you can win against someone like me?”

“Someone who is younger, hungrier, angrier, and most certainly more worldly and skilled than you ever could possibly be?”

“What makes you think that you can come out of this in one piece, let alone survive the hell that I’m bringing to you come this Monday on Atlantis?”

The smile disappears, like dust in the wind.

“The truth is you can’t and you won’t. See you Monday, Reggie.”

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Stephanie Matsuda found herself a victim of outside interference. I took advantage of that distraction like any other woman would in my position. I won the match, but Stephanie will more than guarantee to use the distraction as a crutch and claim that she would have defeated me if there was never a distraction. I beg to differ. I had the upper hand in the match. We both shared similar scenarios with our fellow rivals being on commentary, but I never took my eyes off the prize for a second. She can claim to the world that it too two Birth of Venuses to keep her down, but it will go down in the record books that Dulce Torres defeat Stephanie Matsuda. Don’t get me wrong. She gave me a decent fight, but the one woman to have given me the fight of my career is Natalie Cage and at Clash of the Titans, I expect the fight of my life from her. For this week in particular, my attention will go to a newcomer who is more than determined to make a name for herself in OWA.

From doing a bit of research on her, it seems she comes from the same place as most of the women, who are hyped around these parts. There’s no hype with Miho Li that women like Aria Jaxon and Tarah Nova got. There’s no championships to her name. There’s nothing memorable about her. I’m aware that she’s aware of that, but she sees OWA as the opportunity to restart her career and become something here. It seems like she was another soul like Karina-Ann. Karina was someone who felt like she was disrespected in the last wrestling promotion she was a part of. She believed that the last promotion didn’t believe the quality of talent that she had, but sadly, she has made the impression that she hoped that she would have made in OWA. From a win/loss perspective, it seems like Miho could be falling down the same path because of the latest edition of Odyssey. She lost to La Ilorona and now, she has one of the most difficult opponents that anyone can have early on their run on Odyssey. The number one contender for the OWA Women’s World Champion. The only woman, who can and will give Natalie Cage a run for her money. It may seem like the odds are against a simple young woman from Riverside, California, but Miho Li is driven. Miho Li is hungry to get her first victory and OWA. I can admire all of that because that’s me on a constant basis. Even with this giant opportunity on the horizon, I know better than to get lazy. I want to prove that the so-called “work horse” of Odyssey doesn’t take a break. I can be at my worst psychic, but I never stop. My mind never stops running and I find it difficult to stop my training. Even throughout all these setbacks, Miho can’t stop at the one thing that she’s born to do. She can't stop wrestling and she can’t stop that drive to becoming the best in this company.

I am going to tell Miho the same thing I told Stephanie last week. I am going to tell Miho that I could care less about what happened in the last company she was apart of. I could careless about her treatment or how she was received. I only care about what she does in OWA and OWA only. Of course, she can bring her experiences from all the wrestling promotions that she has been a part off, but any accomplishments, resumes or lack of resumes, is irrelevant to me. OWA is a clean slate for her. It’s an opportunity to reinvent herself and to show the world the Miho Li that people haven't been fortunate to see at the moment. If Miho claims to be a woman who won't result to cheating or dirty tricks; a woman, who is going to fight with honor, then I more than welcome all of that because that’s never been how Dulce Torres operates. I believe in hardworking paying off and I believe in remaining true to yourself when the wrestling business is constantly changing. I am thankful for what. Odyssey has done for me and my evolution. I know that Atlantis will have the same effect for anyone who is looking to continue wrestling and improving. It would be the launching pad of future champions and legends. Maybe, this could be the one place that someone like Miho could use to get things rolling for her. Although, I don't see that happening here. From the looks of things, this will be my last match before Clash of the Titians. I need to justify my reasoning to face Natalie Cage. I want her to prove that my first name may mean ‘sweet’ in English, but I’m not as sweet as they come in the ring.

I don’t have any issues with Miho. She’s new and I’m looking to give her the benefit of the doubt. I’m hoping for nothing, but a fantastic wrestling match and something to get people hyped about Odyssey and the Women’s Clash of the Titans. Miho may be a nice girl, but I’m looking to add another win the my. column and send a message to Natalie about the Dulce Torres that she stepped foot with in the beginning of the season is not the one that she will be experiencing in the ring. As for Miho, it seems like she’ll be waiting a tad longer to get her first victory in OWA.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) January 10th 2020, 12:52 pm by Guest

My return match after being dethroned and having been on a break and it is against The Dollhouse. Three women, who I can not stand one single bit of, and one of which I have defeated before. Isn’t that right, Stone? Though if you really look at this match there is a bit of cliched story in it. You have The Dollhouse the antithesis of everything people like myself would hate, but society loves and adores. They could do whatever and get away with it...or can they? I know many people are familiar with the teen movies or even high school movie cliches, where there is a group just like the Dollhouse who rule the school and nothing gets by them and so on and so on, but let me ask you this. What happens to them at the end? You know the answer they all fall and the idea of social power is gone. How do they fall? Usually by one single misfit, an outsider who doesn’t fit into the group per se who sees the evil in what they are and decides to break it all down and get rid of the stigma that was around for years and years. Though in this case, I am not doing it by myself. I have Diantha, a woman who has ups and downs but is a strong-willed fighter. I have Christie the wrestler who...is just pretty much like myself to some degree but has the moxie that no one else has. Us three are the cliched misfits that will defeat the Dollhouse both at our match on Odyssey and us three will be the final three at Clash...and that is no spoiler. That is a bold statement and a promise…

(Roni begins to slightly laugh)

God...that was all awful, wasn’t it? I will be honest here, my dementor and everything has changed because I realized several flaws in the way I wrestle, presented myself, and even how I looked at my matches. I was as one could say pennywise and pound foolish. I looked at what was in front of me without thinking of the long run...and it cost me dearly. I won’t bore you with the details or anything because I know many of you know what happened, but...this is where I redeem myself and where everything changes. If you look at my returning match you have three underdogs with myself, Diantha, and Christie vs The Dollhouse, a well-established unit and the closest of friends. As much as I hate The Dollhouse and how each woman involved represents something I truly hate with a passion, I can say I admire the bound they have and they are themselves...what you see and hear is what you get. Hell, I can give credit to each one of them, but I digress. I am lucky enough to be teaming with two other women who I can say I respect a lot as well. Diantha...the woman who has many ups and downs in career and yet has refused to give up. That is something I can respect, and hell she had a match against Natalie and it was good, so it is an honor to be teaming with her. Christie...Christie is someone I can truly admire and would have loved to have a match against as the champion. I truly thought she would be the one to win against Bear and myself and face Dulce and become the champion, but I guess fate had a different plan.

I digress though. While I have to think about this match and the many possible outcomes of it, I have to look at the bigger picture at hand because this is basically a precursor to the Clash match that is on the horizon and if I was a betting person, I would have to really think about who would win...and my bet would be whoever wins this match will win there, but unfortunately for The Dollhouse that means they would have to fight one another to see who would win and as entertaining as that would be them winning would be meaningless when compared to Diantha or Christie. So in all, watch and study this match closely and enjoy it as you will see the second version of it soon enough...

Atlantis Promo 1: It's Never Sunny In Philadelphia

(The camera opens to the sound of rippling plastic and glass bottles clanking against one another. As the lens focuses in on an alleyway dumpster, a full trash bag shoots into the sky like an ignited bottle rocket. A frightened and frantic raccoon soon follows, scurrying out of the alley with the OWA Openweight Championship strapped around it's waist. The Derelict sits up out of the half opened dumpster. His bones audibly crack as he outstretches his arms and pops his neck. His lips smack together dryly as he stares up at the sky with half slit tired eyes.)

"Huh...guess it landed on top of the building. I'm going to have to wait for someone else to show up with their waste before I can go to bed. Winds have been harsh and it's best to fully insulate before sleeping out here."

(The Derelict's eyes lower and meet the camera lens. He smiles frighteningly with unblinking steel eyes and a beard entangled with used tissues and tin can tops. He licks his hand and slicks back his non-existent hair as he rises out of the dumpster to greet the new day.)

"Happy New Year, I guess. I don't think I've gotten to say that to anyone yet. I've been too busy driving Gareth Cason over the edge to really stop and breathe in the new air of 2020. So, what are my resolutions you might wonder. Well, to keep that OWA Openweight title...might have to chase down my former teddy bear to get that back physically...what else is there? I've beaten a world champion. I've dominated most of Olympus. It's kind of disappointing that I'm coming into this new year without any motive to find a worthy fighter to challenge for my championship. There are some I respect that I do know are capable of getting the job done, but they've got bigger fish to fry it seems. I could go back to terrorizing old victims, but that's just playing with broken toys at this juncture. It's not appealing to me when they know they can't beat me. I need those cocksure, young at heart, 'wrestlers' who think knowing how to properly apply a headlock will somehow beat me. Kevin Maverick's still got heart. As a matter of fact, he's probably the only man to walk out of a battle against me that hasn't been changed by it. He could be fun to break, but for now he's tagging with me against GRIME. I can't say that I don't like their style. I myself was once a young gutter punk living with my brain literally and figuratively in the clouds. It's fun for a little while. You have to stop before you become a complete burnout though. I'm not here to be anyone's guidance councilor though, so you do you. I hope you have plenty of that skunk weed because you're going to need it after this match. I'm pulling you two out of the haze long enough to make you feel again. You wont like it. Guys like you who escape reality through elicit substances rarely do, but it's good for you to feel pain once in awhile. It builds up character, might even lower your tolerance again because you'll want that cheap sticky icky that almost passes for oregano to make you feel good again. The pain will facilitate that placebo effect, and before you know it you'll convince yourself that you can get high off of shredded lettuce. At least, for your sake, I hope that's the outcome. Otherwise the opposite might be true and you'll find yourself blazed out of your brain on some extremely strong strains of chronic. Who knows? you might even have to lace it with something stronger just so you can disassociate yourself from whatever limb I choose to bend in the wrong direction. But before I send you running toward a full tray of edibles just so that you can experience an outer body experience to get away from the pain, I want you two to know something. I think it's important for you to know, because I don't say this about many people in OWA. I don't hate you. I'm not going to get on some hobo hipster soap box about you boys taking up room in my alleyways by choice, because I chose to live out in the urban wild myself. I do think we're out here for two very different reasons, and I believe after our encounter you might run back home to your trust funds or whatever poor little rich boy stuff you two are trying to avoid, but until then I welcome you into any armpit of humanity that I just so happen to be taking up residence in. I wouldn't even mind being a mentor to you two. Young kids like you probably haven't been out here all that long. Maybe you need protection, or advice, or an advanced course on hobo social cues and signs. We'll start now if you want to."

(Derelict lifts open the other dumpster lid, revealing insane scrawling that somewhat resemble the crudest of power point presentations. He digs into the dumpster with one hand, and quickly retrieves a busted old boombox. He yanks the antennae off of it and extends it to use it as a pointer.)

"This right here...well, that's someone's number and a time to meet them in a truck stop bathroom stall. As you'll see, below it, smeared in blood, is the word 'help', which means you should probably avoid that truck stop at that particular hour. This is an anarchy symbol. This says 'your momma'. Below that is a racist exchange between two anonymous idiots. You know what? This isn't teaching you anything. How about this? 'don't try to take food out of another hobo's mouth'. That's a good moral for today's lesson. See, standing across from me means that you're trying to take something away from me. That's just not smart, especially after I've offered you a place to stay free of rent or raccoons in my humble abode. I even offered to protect you boys, and what do you do? You stand against me. You might be saying to yourself 'Now Derelict, you wouldn't even be talking to these boys if this match weren't booked', and you're right, but that doesn't change the circumstances that have presented themselves. These boys could have a promising future ahead of them. I've seen what they can do. So long as their lungs are filled with smoke, they have no fear in the consequences of their actions. Well, neither do I. The only difference is that I don't have to hide behind a smoke cloud to be fearless. Let's see what happens once I kick the smoke out of them, or worse, when I wrap my hand around their face so that nothing but the already existing smoke in their heads will serve as life sustaining oxygen. Can you breathe smoke, boys? I know you'd like to cheekily reply with a 'yah dude', but can you really? Maybe I'll use you as test subjects in this little experiment of mine. Tyler, you can be the one who gets the wind knocked out of him. TJ, you can be the one dying of asphyxiation. You two can switch if you'd like. It doesn't really matter to me. You barely register as human beings in my eyes. I mean, you're the size of large house cats anyway. What's your plan of attack? weaving in and out between my legs until I fall over? I'm only one hundred pounds shy of matching your combined weights. Maybe that's why you call yourself GRIME. You're destined to be stuck on the bottom of my boot no matter how hard I scrape or how many times I rub my feet in the grass. It wouldn't be so bad if there were just one of you, but now I've got to worry about messing up two boots."

(Derelict cackles to himself and rubs the soles of his boot against the concrete floor of the alley mockingly, almost resembling a bull sizing up a victim before charging.)

"Hell, maybe I'll go easy on you. Again, I have nothing to gain by beating the likes of you. Considering your weed intake, I'm sure your dreams are already dead and buried in some unmarked grave out in the desert next to the porta-johns at Burning Man. I can't say the same for Kevin though. He's driven. He takes this shit seriously for some reason. He still has dreams that can't be blocked out by a haze of purple urkle. Who knows? maybe it'll rub off. Maybe I'll catch a contact high of his motivation. New year, new me right?"

(Derelict somberly smiles and shakes his head knowingly.)

"I've had two great fights in the past month. They weren't as good as I'd hoped, but they were still good. I wouldn't mind propping up the ring post while you two try and put down Maverick. Hell, it might even be funny. I have no loyalty or respect for him. I don't care if someone stabs him on the way to the ring, or if he even makes it to the arena. What I do doubt is the ability of two skeevy stoners against a man with such heart,motivation, and passion. In truth, he'd probably be better off without me in his corner. To me you two aren't the enemy. I gain nothing from beating you, so why should I try? I mean, I probably wont have to put up much of an effort, but still why put up a fight at all when there's a delusional maniac that's going to make every tag a hot tag? Maybe I take the night off. Cut out early...beat the traffic...catch a movie...beat the rush to the 7/11 dumpsters. I could even land some hot nachos if I leave early enough. What's stopping me from doing that? I'm not sure who I'm asking, really. Maybe Kevin? Can you give me a reason to even show up Kevin? This would be light work for you, right? Maybe you don't believe that, but I do. It would be light work for me, so why should I even bother doing it?"

(Derelict sighs and rubs the sleep from his eyes as he lets out a loud yawn.)

"Maybe I have changed. I just can't motivate myself to fight when there aren't any stakes anymore. Every battle has to be for someone's soul, and I'm just running short on souls worthy of taking lately. If anything, throwing you to the dogs like that would accomplish more than being on your side, Kevin. I want you questioning your drive, your heart, your dreams, your love for this business that you view as being the land of milk and honey. It's not that, Kevin. That's all I've ever wanted to show you and everyone else. OWA isn't the land of opportunity. OWA is my world, my reality, my magnum opus of misery. It'll continue to be such as long as I keep that belt...speaking of which, I have to go find that sucker. The raccoon bit was gold, but if I don't find that belt OWA will serve me with a deposit fee that I wont pay. I guess I'll see you in Philly, boys...or will I?"

(Derelict winks into the camera and then ducks out of shot, whistling and clicking his mouth as he tries to attracted the garbage panda.)

"Here Jakey Jakey Jakey"

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) January 8th 2020, 3:08 pm by Tarah Moore

The American Nightmare --- Olympus
Promo Number One

“Rest your head, here's a lullaby A melody for heavy eyes Early to bed, early to die Welcome to your worst nightmare Fast asleep, it's all in your head now Past the street where they cursed my name But I won't be forsaken Craven my revenge from the shallow Grave, where I went down in flames The beast has been awakened When night comes creeping My cruel hand will rock you to sleep I'm the American nightmare with American dreams Of counting the bodies while you count sheep I'm the American nightmare, yeah I'm living the dream I'm slashing my way through the golden age of the silver scream (Sweet dreams).”

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The scene begins in a small, homey coffee shop in the warm city of Houston, Texas. All around the coffee shop were filled with pictures of cowboys riding bulls, horses and western theme photos all over the wooden walls. As the camera pans through the small shop, it stops on the newly crown TV Champion, Tarah Nova, sitting by the window with a mug of coffee in one of her hands and the TV Championship laying next to her. A small smile is glued to her lips as she takes a sip of the warm liquid. Slowly, she hums before looking at the camera with a shimmer mischief in her eyes.

“I’m sorry to start out so fuckin’ blunt but who the hell do you think you are, Slayton?” A laugh leaves the lips of Tarah Nova as she shakes her head. “Legit though, do you honestly believe after ONE win as a singles competitor that you have what it takes to fight against me? Really? I mean let's do the math, shall we? Since joining OWA you have done nothing but tag team fight. You tried your damnedest to get those tag team championships away from THE DOLLHOUSE but every time you tried, you failed. You fell so hard and I guess that last time you faced off against those two...ladies...you came close but close didn't cut it. No, so you did the next thing you thought was right. You dropped you're dead weight that you saw in Ethan Stryfe and now here you, Devon...Here you are thinking you are ready for the likes of Tarah Nova...but honestly, what I’ve been thinking is what if---What if you were the dead weight between you and Ethan? What if you were the one dragging him down. What if you were so blinded by all the losses YOU have been taking that you thought it would only be right to blame someone else than yourself?” Tarah shakes her head again, “For shame, dear Devon. For shame, indeed. Blaming others for your mistakes. What kind of man does that make you, I wonder? Not a very good one probably. Not a very good one at all...but no matter what kind of man that I see you as or how you fake yourself to be; one thing is for certain...you are not walking away from the next Olympus with this Championship. No way, no how. I will not let someone like you be a woman like me...honestly I don’t personally think you are even capable to stand toe to toe with me, let alone fight. See, I have been around wrestling since I was seventeen years old. I have walked through many versions of hell---all with smiles on my face and blood on my hands. I stood across the best of the best and you? Well frankly, from what I can see only by looking at you and what you have done in Omega....you can’t hold a candle to any of them.” With a small shrug of the shoulders, The ShockCollar smirks at the camera, “I’m being rude right now, I know but honestly, it is the truth. A Truth that you must live by....but a challenge is a challenge and I never back down from them...no matter how boring they are.”

Slowly, Tarah places her mug of coffee down on the deck, “Devon, you need to understand that this isn’t the indies anymore. This isn’t a small company. This is a world wide known company. This is OMEGA ALLIANCE WRESTLING and you are nothing but a speck of dirt that has found its way on the pages of its history books. You aren’t the most dominant technical wrestler anymore...if you even were, that is. No, in OWA---in MY wrestling ring that graces the walls of Olympus---you are just a wrestler who is clearly trying to find his footing here. And in my eyes? You are not worth this fight but that doesn’t mean I will go easy on you, no. That's not my style. Never has been, never will be either. Nah, I'm going to walk my way to my wrestling ring like I do each and every night and FIGHT like I do: with everything in my heart and soul. See, that's how I’ve made it through my years as a wrestler. I never made faked myself. This ‘TARAH NOVA’ that stands in front of you has been the Tarah Nova who started years ago. I never changed who I was. I never fakes a smile or a feeling. If I didn’t like you, I made that fuckin’ KNOWN. And Devon? I don’t like you. The way you carry yourself makes my stomach turn. How you drop your so called best friend like a ton of bricks after failing so many times together, makes me burn with a fire of hate in my soul. I don’t dislike many people. As the Mother of the Locker-Room, I tend to care for most of the younger roster members but you? I don’t think I need to waste my time, honestly. No. In my eyes, you don’t need a mother's guiding hand, you need a good bat swing to the back of the head---and Next week, I’ll give you just that.” A small chuckle leaves The ShockCollar, “I mean That's what you get from having a match against the Bat Swinging Savoir, right? You dream so much to fight against me, become the first to answer this open challenge against me and now here we are...You're dream becoming an Nightmare. How funny is that? And what makes even more enjoyably funny to me is its not just YOU that whats this fight...Its everyone in you're god forsaken family wants a fuckin’ piece of me. So I guess, Devon, this match isn’t ONLY about retaining my Championship against you---which will be fuckin’ easy---but its also about me sending a message to them as well.” Tarah glares at the camera for a moment,” So the message is this:

“Keep my name the fuck outta your mouths.
I’m not someone you truly want to mess with.”

“Alright? I'm usually not this mean but you all have been pushing my buttons...Though, if they don’t and they continue to attempt to call me out for stupid ass reasons...Well...You’ll end up like how Devon will come Olympus. Buried, broken & soon to be a forgettable piece of waste. That is my words and my words are true. See, I do not play when it comes to wrestling. Mind Games, sure but this? No. I’m not here for this nonsense. Right now, All I am here for is to wrestle the way I have always till the clock hits Midnight on the final day of Final Destination TWO. Than---Its over. My story as a wrestle is over but till then? Till Then I will continue to wrestle and fight anyone who stands in my way because that's who I am....And after I beat the holy hell outta you, Devon, I’m going to walk into The Clash and face off against The Annoying Gypsy known as the Harman Ardelean and I’m going to whip that smug look off his face once and for all. That is what is in my future, Devon. Beating you and fighting him. Yours though? All I see is nothingness---like it always has been. And always will be.”

A smile finally fades onto the lips of Tarah Nova’s before she hops down from the seat she was sitting in. She turns to take her coffee mug and her TV Championship from the table, place the title on her shoulder before looking back at the camera. “See you soon, Devon.” With That, Tarah take another sip of her coffee before turning away from the camera and making her way out of the coffee shop. The camera fades to black as she disappeared through the doors.

NOVA OUT.

WORDS: 1326 | TAGGED: DEVON SLAYTON
:copyright: TARAH JAY NOVA

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) January 7th 2020, 4:54 am by **Nobi**

It was in an OWA House Show. The night was already over. The fans were getting ready to leave until Welcome Home by Coheed And Cambria hit the speaker. The fans came back to their seats respectively and cheering for Nobi who came out of the curtain wearing his usual cap, T-Shirt, Short Jeans, and a pair of Sneakers. He smiled and gave a high-five to the fans along the way while making his way towards the ring. A crew gave him a mic when he was inside the ring.

Crowds: Welcome Back! Welcome Home! Welcome Back! Welcome Home! Welcome Back! Welcome Home! Welcome Back! Welcome Home! Welcome Back! Welcome Home!

Nobi: Oh my...did you guys miss me or what?

Crowds:Yeah!

Nobi: Thank you! Thank you! This is an honour to come back to OWA and I’m feeling excited!

Crowds: Yeah!

Nobi: Once again thank you. I knew I left Wrestling for a while to pursue an acting career and man, turned out I have a great acting career. It was a nice experience and I’ll be back to Hollywood again one day but Wrestling has always been my passion. I have wrestled for Wrestle World in the past 3 months anyway. Did you guys watch me in Wrestle World?

Crowds: Yeah!

Nobi: Thank you! Jaywalker knows how to run things and I also beat Claudia Michaels in The Outlaw Match. She’s always a tough competitor but in the end, I beat her. Me and my Wild Cards partner: Reno Dumont is preparing to face off against Drake & Jones too. Things seems out great in Wrestle World.

But of course,this isn’t the Wrestle World Coliseum, this is an OWA arena baby and no more part-time appearances because I’m doing this full time now. As you witnessed it on Olympus, I made my OWA return by attacking Hans Olsen for betraying me at OWA Boiling Points 2019. I wish I didn’t do it but it had to be done to send a message to him that a betrayal is such a bad move to do. I never betrayed any of my partners in the past after all so I couldn’t get over it. It was said and done though so I’ll move on from Hans Olsen after this. If he can’t accept it though, then I’m ready to fight him anywhere and anytime he wants.

Speaking of getting ready, I’m obviously ready for my OWA return match. That’s right, Donny Diamond has informed me who’s gonna be my first opponent in my return match and he’s none other than the former Cruiserweight Champion himself: Kevin Maverick.

Now Kevin, I know who you are and I know what you can do and first and foremost, I’m honor to face you on my OWA return match and I’d also like to use this opportunity to say thank you for beating Hans and James Anderson so they didn’t compete at Hardcore Havoc. You and Jake Keeton did a good job despite you guys didn’t win the Tag Titles. I heard what you said about you ending your partnership with Jake Keeton and man that’s unfortunate. I get it that you have your own reason why and you want to focus on your solo career so I hope everything work out for you like always do in the future. I have no doubt either that you can win the Clash of Titans if that’s what you want because you have every might and power to do so. Hey, that reminded me, Nate Cage kicked me in the dick at COT last year but anyway, I believe in you as much as your fans does and I do think you can tear the house down with your forever and always spectacular wrestling style at Clash of Titans.

Onto our match, I believe you’ll push me to the limit Kevin. You have a great series of matches against the likes of Bull Connors, Layne Kurobane, Scott Oasis, Aria Jaxon, The Derelict and so on after all and man, I don’t think those are the only things you have because I know you still have some tricks under your sleeves except those aren’t magic but just simple real things. You win some matches and you lose some but damn dude, you’re definitely the definitions talk less and do more. You for sure can talk to talk but you’re on another level when it comes to walk to walk my guy. It’s just a matter of time until you win a world championship and from the bottom of my heart, I do support you to win the COT match. Go kick some assess and beat more assess.

And there is me: a guy who missed out most of actions last year because he was too busy pursuing his acting career and forgot to fix his wrestling career. I’ll remind you Kevin about my OWA Records: It’s 1-5. 1 win and 5 losses. I lost to CM Nas in my debut match at OWA Burning Sky 2018 which is a World Championship match. I didn’t win at COT last year. I lost to Tarah Nova at another World Championship match and then I got pinned at The Spartan Cup Triple Threat Tag Team at Boiling Points. Sure, Hans costed me and actually himself to win that match with him kicking my back in the head and hit me with The Olympic Slam but there is no excuse for it. Losing is losing and I have to accept it. This will be tough especially since it’s against you Kevin but I need to redeem my OWA career. I’d like to say I’m pretty good at Wrestleworld right now and I want to do the same if not a better records in OWA because no matter what companies I’m in, I always want to show it to people why I’m one of the most hard workers in this business that has ever seen. I’m lack of accolades though, I’m aware of that but no more waiting around from my part, I’m going to do all I can to beat you on Olympus, Kevin, especially since this is my return match. This is a good opportunity to redeem my OWA career especially since it is against you but I’ll do all I can to find the opportunities to get things right back on the track. This won’t be like a walk in the park because I know it’s going to be like a one hell of a challenge but I’m always up going against all the odds. You’re obviously the odds, Kevin and that’s why I’m not going to hold myself back because one sloopy mistake will lead me to a disaster. You’re the obstacle I need to overcome and I can’t say for sure what will happen in this match but one thing I do know is that we both are going to sacrifice our bloods, sweats, and tears just to prove who is the better man in this match. I bet you want to gain some momentum for the COT match but I’m looking for the momentum on my own for the future because no more sitting around from my part. Time to take some scores for myself because every single win is very important to my career and I’m about to show you why I’m worthy of your time. Whatever the outcomes though, you have my respect already Kevin and I’m going to earn yours.

And that’s how it is folks. Believe me, OWA always has a place in my heart and even a heart can be stopped, the will and desire cannot.

Fans cheered for Nobi once again. Nobi smiled, bowing his head, and say “thank you” with Welcome Home by Coheed and Cambria hit the speaker once again as Nobi took his leave and camera fades to black.

Winter Clearance Special!

(Everything Must Go, Especially the F**KING DOLLHOUSE!)

Alexandria, LA

(Carlos Rosso has arrived, grey pinstripe suit and vest and all, to one of the smaller Target stores in the United States. He has not arrived alone, bringing with him a camera crew, security, and someone holding a few full garbage bags.)

Carlos: Everything is ready?

Director: Yes, sir. We’ll be set up in the toys section in just a few minutes.

Carlos: Excellent!

(As Carlos and the director continue to converse, a shorter brunette woman wearing glasses approaches them, politely clearing her throat before speaking.)

Store Manager: Hi, I’m sorry to interrupt you, but I wasn’t made aware of someone coming into our store to film. We have to get clearance from our corporate headquarters for such things. Is there any way that I can-

Carlos: Yes you can! Could you find us a few employees to help us?! Also, if you have any customers…

Store Manager: I’m sorry, but we don’t have customers, we have guests…

Carlos: I DONT GIVE A FUCK! If you have any uh...guests that stop by, can you direct them to your toys area? Especially if they are kids. We have something quite special planned.

Store Manager: Uh...okay?

(About thirty minutes later)

(Accompanied by relaxing music and a pleasant bit of lighting, a smiling Carlos Rosso is shown walking along one of the main aisles of the store. On the screen, graphics displaying his limitless accolades are shown. One especially highlighted is “SEVEN TIME WORLD TAG CHAMPION”. Stopping on one of the toy aisles, he grins and poses next to OWA toy merchandise.)

Carlos: Hi! I’m Carlos Rosso, OWA Alpha and former 14 time World Champion in singles wrestling and Seven time World Tag Team Champion. I know the holidays are a stressful shopping time for you all out there, right? Toys for the boys and girls, electronics for the teenagers and adults out there. I know that the Christmas season is over and you may not have much money left after buying overpriced goods in a rundown shack like this one, but hey, did you know that RIGHT NOW is one of the best times for deals, especially on leftover toy merchandise? Yes, indeed! It’s the Winter Clearance season where everything must go to make room for the brand new merchandise! Didn’t get your kid the sweet OWA Merch they wanted for Christmas? Now is the opportunity of a LIFETIME to get it at bargain bin rates! We’re slashing prices to absurd levels and with the crap we’re selling, you can see why!

[Carlos begins to pick up some of the OWA action figures and show them off for the camera. Many of them look damaged and well-worn, despite being advertised for sale as new.]

Carlos: Hey, here’s that Diantha Moreau action figure that nobody wanted. I hear that it’s built that even if you want it to win your play match, it loses. The “Show Up Whenever” Scott Oasis figure arrives anywhere at your home, stares, does absolutely NOTHING of value, and gets paid! An amazing gig. The Derelict figure comes with an additional hobo figure for you to beat up! We’ve even got Hospital-Bound Finnegan Wakefield dolls, complete with lifelike gauze to cover up all that punishment it gets! All these dolls and so many more like choke-artist Azumi Goto and turncoat Stephanie Matsuda- complete with blue snapback hat and ungrateful attitude- can be yours for as little as FIFTY CENTS! We are talking about slashing prices so much I’m amazed I can even bother to tell you about them on air! Not to mention, we have all of these amazing tag team figures on sale for a dollar. Heart And Seoul, Mavericks Inc, Ground Zero? Wolvesden? HEY! There’s even an Unchained set in here with those two idiots I nearly killed! We’ve got all the mediocrity you could ever ask for a dollar! But we’ve got some of the best stuff saved for last for you all. Oh yeah, these are a little more expensive, but they are worth it if you’re a collector! THE DOLLHOUSE!

[The camera pans over three figures that seem to be in better condition than the others: Jonetta Stone, DiVa and Sweet Roxy.]

Carlos: The reigning tag team champions of the World, ladies and gentleman. I mean, they don’t look like much but each of these Dolls has some unique qualities to them! For example, here is “HO HO HO!” Jonetta Stone! It’s slightly less useless than my little sister’s figure, but comes with flexible arms, accessories made of fur, and zero personality to speak of. If you buy the Deluxe edition, it comes with cheaply earned accolades, a kitchen for her to cook in because she can’t wrestle, and even a Roni Ozborn doll for it to lose to into infinity! Amazing product here, folks and it can be yours for 12.95.

[Carlos tosses the deluxe figure aside and picks up a DiVa doll.]

Carlos: DiVa...this one actually comes with it’s own stage, remote to control fan noise, and lip-syncing technology! You too can pretend to sing and create flop albums, all while being a crap wrestler! The Deluxe edition comes with...well nothing really. It’s just as blonde and generic as the real thing, so why try to dress it up more than it already is, right? Oh, we’ve got the Sweet Roxy doll alongside it! Sweet Roxy actually has a Deluxe Edition to it, complete with the OWA Women’s World Championship title belt replica, which is as close to Roxy will get to holding a major singles championship again! There’s even a special set with ALL three of these mediocre talents assembled for 29.99! What an amazing deal!

[Carlos sees a young girl approaching and he strikes up a conversation with the seven year old, who is slurping away noisily at an Icee.]

Carlos: Hello there, what’s your name, sweetie?

Girl: Misty.

Carlos: Well, Hi, Misty! Any toys you see here that you’re interested in?

Girl: Do you have Natalie Cage? Aria Jaxon? Nate Cage? Jeff X!?

Carlos: No. Would you be interested in a Dollhouse package?

Girl: NO!

Carlos: No? Why so?

Girl: Cause...the Dollhouse sucks!

Carlos: Excellent answer! Now, can I interest you in a new, fresh, interesting pack of toys? The new Zaibatsu pack? Carlos Rosso and Keelan Callihan?

Girl: WOW! YES! Can I have it?

Carlos: Not yet! We have to get rid of the old merchandise first, but it’s coming soon! I promise.

Girl: Awwwww…..

Carlos: Don’t worry, you won’t have to wait much longer to see real champions on your television and on your toy aisles in this cesspool of a Target store.

Girl: COOL! I’M SORRY, GOTTA GO! MOMMY! THE MAN YOU ALWAYS LOOK AT FUNNY ON THE TV AND SAY YOU WANT TO MAKE MY NEXT BABY SISTER WITH SAYS NEW TOYS ARE COMING!

Carlos: Hahaha! Kids these days, right? Look, there is obviously a lot of great merchandise here, but the kids are looking for something different. The fans of OWA are looking for something different. We, the humble newcomers to the OWA tag team division, don’t hate the Dollhouse or consider them completely devoid of talent. We do, however, consider them to be just like these toys assembled here on this crusty old shelf: in need of being cleared out and replaced with new merchandise! Don’t you guys want to play with “BAYBAY” Keelan and “SCREAMIN LARIAT” Carlos? Of course you do. We are here to weed out the crap and bring something new....yet something old. We at the Zaibatsu know that you all are craving real champions who don’t have to rely on Freebird rules or looks or gimmick matches to earn the respect of fans. We understand that we may be “thrown together”, but with Keelan’s talent and my experience of claiming tag team championships in six different federations with six different partners, we are more than prepared to get the job done, just like these wonderful team members at Target who have taken so well to being held hostage while we film! Always going the extra mile in retail, right? Anyway, we understand that this change that will soon take place is a jarring one. That you’re used to over the top theatrics from school girls. That you’re used to mediocre champions and even more horribly inadequate challengers. But ...I'm here to tell you all that those days are finally over! On Kingdom, all Clearance merchandise will shipped away and stored in a vault and in its place? NEW, IMPROVED, PRESTIGIOUS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!

We are the Zaibatsu and we have decided that in order to make room for US in the tag team division, everyone else must go! Why? Because f**k em, that’s why! Plus, if we’re going to take on a charity case like this division, why not start at the top and rid it of the perfumed stench of the Dollar Tree Barbie Gang forever, hmm? And once the OWA Openweight Tag Team titles are under our control, you’ll see what a true powerhouse team looks like. You remember the days when you felt the excitement of The Party, the absolute prestige of Dynamite Rain, the versatility and the might of The Wrestling Empire? We are bringing those days back along with cool, collectible custom made tag team title belts that we’ll reveal right after we’ve dethroned the current champions! Remember, these Clearance toy deals last until Sunday night! Hurry into your local Target or crappy big box retail store of equal or lesser value near you to collect all of these horrible, mediocre toys while you still can!

And, as always, take care and understand ...Zaibatsu, Ichiban!

(A smiling Carlos Rosso waves goodbye as the camera fades to black, a quick voiceover playing in the background.)

Voiceover: The following was a commercial program advertising OWA’s discounted toy line. No Target employees were seriously injured in this production and no children were bribed to take part. The opinions of Carlos Rosso are not those of the Omega Wrestling Alliance although they probably fucking should be.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) January 3rd 2020, 10:18 pm by Guest

War, huh, yeah, What is it good for, Absolutely nothing!

Ara Ara Arata. Cheeky young man aren't you? Talking about what you have done, yet questioning what I've done, including having once beaten Jacob Senn fair and square. To say that I simply must work harder, when the sad reality of it is all, I dare say, no one has worked harder than I have. Dramatic isn't the word that I would use to describe myself. Rather, I'm unique, different, and for that, I'm despised. After all, for someone that has my level of charm and charisma, I don't exactly display the bravado of what one might consider “champion” material, but more of a man that won't play or abide by the rules besides their own.

Think of that is my way as a Samurai, since you are coming at me with your Shogun and fantasy world titles, almost as if you are trying to drive home the point about tradition and how it would appear that I present as a man that goes against it. But if you ask me, your way of thinking is completely shallow and quite blatantly, boring. I mean, treating it as a sport and competition over what it really is... theater. What can I say? I am an artist, and this is my craft. The stories I tell and weave, they aren't verified by wins or losses. There is no need for credibility from me, when the results that I create are in the stories. There is no doubt that I am but the most fascinating man in this industry. And because of that, I have what people might prefer to as a super power of sorts. Yes, an ability that allows me to draw out the best out of others, because there is no question that no matter what level someone brings to the table, not only would I match it, I'd elevate beyond. But alas, such a gift can be a curse, because it's almost as if even when I win, they move up, and I continue to be this 'gatekeeper” or sort, because you know what hard works and dedication gets you, Arata?

No Guarantees. To act as if I don't know what you are trying to do. Please, I was in your shoes, with the only difference being you are quiet and I am not afraid to say or act the way I please. But people act like that's a crime. It's criminal to be an individual, when I consistently would wrestle well, defeating world champions, future world champions, and for what? To be labeled as nothing more than.... what is the proper term.... enhancement talent? And maybe you think, Moongoose, but there is a great joy beaing to be a part of ones development. Your influence can be passing the torch on, and note, I've done this for more than a decade, to the next line of wrestlers that will revolutionize the industry. And you're right. But why would I settle for that when someone like myself is still in his prime. I'm not hear to teach. I'm not here to guide. I'm here because all those ass hats decided to assume, not that I wasn't qualified to be the world champion, but more that they don't want me, the wild, uncontrollable, Moongoose McQueen to represent them.

The sad truth is, Arata, I WAS loyal to a fault. I did give my all and would do absolutely everything in my power to make whatever company I was in the must see show. I worked hard to make myself an individual that stand out, was hungry, and wanted it all, and sacrificed nothing. Technical ability , consistency, and energy. And what did I get in return? Excluded out of a show for brand supremacy in favor for a guy that didn't even wrestle a single match in OWA because he had “credibility.” I didn't get a world title shot, despite beating many big names like Carlos Rosso, Keelan, Finnegan, Jacob Senn, in the pass, until I had to essentially forcefully extort it out of Scott Oasis. That's right, I have yet to be given one, I had to beat it out of him, over guys that have gotten many rematches and more people that just 'signed” but have “credibility.” The issue here with “credibility” is, if you work hard, you stay consistent, you show up, work, put in the best match possible, make every second you are on the screen shine, it means jack shit when nobody likes you, but apparently, that is justification to never give a guy like me a real chance.

Good for you Arata. People like you. Life will be easy. And you probably think, Moongoose, all you gotta do is make yourself likable. Nah. See, then that goes against everything that you yourself believes in. It doesn't matter who you are, or where you are from, if you work hard enough, you can be important. Why would I sacrifice any part of me just so I can take the easy path? The road I walk on, it's treacherous. No one likes you, there are more obstacles, and most of the time, you are alone. You underestimate the strength it takes not to simply beat me, but to be me, believe me, a day in my shoes, you'd go mad as well. The paranoia, the self-loathe, with constant need to push to be better and better hoping for a change that will never come. After all, most people, once that first impression is made, it stays with them forever. Sadly, I don't possess the ability to turn back time. I simply can't go back and take the easy path, fix the bridges that I've burn, or just walk away from a place that I knew would forsake me. All that is left ….... is to share the pain. Feel my burden. My curse. They tried so hard to keep me away, but I am unstoppable. I am inevitable. They didn't want Moongoose McQueen, but that is what I will feed them.

Forgive me, Arata, if I don't want to waste my powers on you. I don't have the intentional of letting the beast show his fangs, atleast not yet. I'm sure at the rate you are going, you'll get your opportunity soon. But understand this. When the time comes, when I have the OWA Championship in my hands, that, is when I'll use my power. That is when I will channel my focus and energy into not only bring the best out of OWA. For you see, you call me a mad man, Arata, but if anything. I am your savior. Your words have convinced me, if not now, but later, you may very will be worthy. For when the time comes in which you have earned your opportunity, from your merits alone, I'd grant it. There would be no politics. There would be no judgment of whether or not you deserve it. The Moongoose McQueen who once raised the standard and set the bar very high still exists. Just not over what is clearly an exhibition for whatever you and Hayden Cross have going on.

But for now, I'm simply saving myself. After all, despite the issues I've pointed out last year, it's amazing what someone like myself can accomplish when I'm barely trying. Ha, this isn't even me at full power. You are not dealing with the average human here. In your Wrestle World, if I wanted too, I could ascent to the level in which is that of not a shogun or an emperor, but a god as well. But alas, I have unfinished business here. Who knows, maybe if I beat you, would that not grant me a shot at your title? No? Eh, not interested. Besides, this fight between us at Sunday, it wouldn't be fair. It's clear you have your mind all over the place with Hayden Cross and Brian Daniels or whatever. I rather face you when the stakes are much higher and I actually can sense you are a threat to me. I'm sure we will cross blades again, and I'll promise, on my honor, that I will strike you down to kill. Until then, this is beneath me, as are you. I got bigger issues to deal with. I got plans to set up, to implement. Just be patient. I'll make it a spectacle. A Moment among moments, the greatest thing you will ever witness. I can only hope you'll be around long enough to be there when I change the game forever. THE NEW ERA IS UPON US! And I will correct what they did wrong.

Arata. You got your battles to pick. Choose wisely and stay out of mine or else. Well, lets just say, if you screwed me over the way you messed up Hayden's chances, you wouldn't be around long enough for me commentate from the side for you to “build credibility.” Don't make me care. You wouldn't like me if I cared. Believe me, there is nothing I can't accomplish … or destroy when I go all out.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) January 3rd 2020, 8:26 pm by **Jeff X**

Same Old Shit

January 3, 2020

Askin, North Carolina

The scene opens up to the front yard of the now familiar home of Jeff X. However, all of the lights inside the small run-down home appear to be off. The only light shining is that of the moon beaming down on the quaint piece of property. There’s no neighbors as the home is just surrounded by woods and there's no traffic on the one single lane dirt road that runs past his house. Suddenly we see a spark of fire light up from beside the rusty Chevrolet S-10 pickup truck that’s parked beside the Harley Davidson Sportster in the gravel driveway. The camera zooms closer and we can make out Jeff X sitting on the dropped tailgate of the old truck, puffing on a cigarette. As we move even closer we can make out that he’s dressed in a light blue Carolina Basketball hoodie, a tattered pair of Levi’s jeans, and an old pair of work boots. He momentarily removes his camouflage Realtree hat and runs his fingers through his short hair before placing it back atop his head. He pops open the white cooler next to him and removes an ice cold bottle of Bud Light. He quickly cracks it open and turns it up, taking a rather large first swig before turning his attention to the camera.

“Well New Year’s has come and gone. We’ve officially closed the door on not only another year, but an entire decade. Many people all over the world are hopeful to make positive changes in their lives over the next 365 days by setting various resolutions. Whether it’s weight loss, spending more time with family, cracking down at work...whatever the case may be...optimism abounds as people aim to change their lives for the better. But with all the change circulating around the globe right now...there remains a few constants in this world...and more specifically in this business.”

Jeff takes a quick puff from the Marlboro Red, breathing out a heavy cloud of smoke into the starry night.

“For one, no matter how long you’re around this business...no matter how much you accomplish…there will always be another young idiot that thinks they’re the next big thing in wrestling. Another hotshot that is so brash and arrogant that he truly believes that he is going to be the one to knock you off your perch. Another innocent newcomer, naive enough to think that he not only he belongs in the same ring with you...but that he can actually win. You need no further proof of that than by taking one listen to what Hayden Cross had to say this week. Now if you couldn’t quite manage to sit through that steaming pile of pure shit that was spewing out of his mouth, I can’t say that I blame you. After all, the guy brings all the excitement of a PGA Tournament without any of the marketing appeal. But that’s ok. Because I’m here to summarize it for you. You want to know what Hayden had to say? Just go back and look at literally any other opponent I’ve ever faced before and go view their promos. You might be a little more entertained and still hear everything that he had to say. Just a few eighth grade quality insults mixed in with some hollow prophecies of his own success. He thinks that he’s being edgy and controversial...maybe even thinks that he’s going to strike a nerve and get inside my head...but the truth is, it’s nothing but the same tired lines that I’ve heard from every other opponent I’ve ever encountered. A few lame redneck jokes, followed by a stab at my criminal record, and finally a vow to beat my ass at the next show. Typical...but while pathetic wrestlers like Hayden rehashing the same worn-out material over and over again will always be a part of this business...that’s not the only thing that will remain constant...because while they may always keep coming...I will ALWAYS be here to knock them back to their place on the bottom of the card.”

Jeff hits his cigarette again and washes the smoke down with another large swig of Bud Light before pressing on.

“So while your comments are nothing new, likewise my response to you is going to be the exact same thing that every other person before you got...a loss to Jeff X in the center of that ring. But alas that’s not going to be for another two days...and what the hell...it’s the holiday season...I’m feeling charitable...so why not actually verbally respond to your fucking bullshit, ya know...before I bitch-slap you so hard on Kingdom that you’re going to have to watch the Clash of Titans out of your fucking earhole.”

After one last puff, Jeff flicks his cigarette into the night and takes a quick sip of his frosty beverage.

“First things first Hayden...you’re a grown ass man...you’re SUPPOSED to be an OWA Alpha...so will you do us all a favor and PLEASE stop fucking whining like the little bitch that you are. You don’t have the Keys to Kingdom anymore. That’s on you. It’s nobody else’s fault but your own. YOU had the option to cash them in at any point you wanted to. YOU chose not to. THAT’S why you had to defend them each week. Because THAT’S how that works you fucking mental midget. And what do you even have to complain about anyway? OWA lined you up a schedule so light, you’d think you were a New England Patriot. By your own admission, you defended those keys against nothing but scrubs like Kyle until you were thrown to Arata Asakura...but let me let you in on a little secret Hayden...Arata is a scrub too. That was his FIRST GOD DAMN MATCH HERE! AND YOU LOST! He pinned you in the center of that ring for three and took your keys from you, and he doesn’t even know his way around the fucking building yet. But do you want to know why that happened? Because you’re no different than they are. Kyle, Arata, you...you’re all just role players here to get the crowd warmed up for the actual talent. And before you try and dispute that point by bragging about your winning record in OWA just remember...YOU are the one who said that your opponents haven’t even known what their doing. Your words, not mine. So tell me...exactly how am I supposed to be impressed with a ‘winning record’ against competition like that? I have a winning record here too you know Hayden...the difference between us is that I’ve earned mine by defeating men like Nate Cage, Layne Kurobane, Chris Sabertooth, and Carlos Rosso...you know ACTUAL competition. I’ve even earned a championship reign along the way that’s been unprecedented in this business...but you’re not impressed with that are you? No, my ‘secondary’ championship as you call it was meaningless. Well don’t you worry. My World Championship reign is coming soon enough. But riddle me this Hayden...if the Spartans title is no big deal...if it’s just so damn easy to attain...then why haven’t you been able to claim it yet? Where were you the whole time I was champion? You had the right amount of keys...you could have cashed in and gotten your shot. But did you? Nah...cause you knew better. You might have an IQ that looks similar to my shoe size, but even you knew that if you challenged me for the championship...then all that ‘work’ to claim the keys would have been for nothing. I would have cast you aside and you’d have been left with no title, no keys, and a broken ego to show for it...of course that’s exactly what happened anyway, so I guess in the end it really didn’t matter anyway, did it?”

Jeff chuckles slightly to himself as he takes yet another drink from the bottle in his hand.

“But let’s move on from your pathetic whining about the Keys and move onto your feeble attempts to insult me. Redneck jokes? Real original Hayden. Am I supposed to be offended by that? I know who and what I am and I’ve always stayed true to that. I’m proud to be a blue-collar, red-blooded American. That’s not an insult to me. Yeah, I like to drink beer and shoot guns. So do plenty of other people all across the country. I’m proud of that. The only difference between them and me is that I happen to be the best god damn wrestler on the planet. And while you may be able to talk that shit to them and get away with it...you’re not going to be able to do that me Hayden. When we step into that ring on Sunday, you’re going to be bested by a 'redneck' who happens to be an ex-con. Yeah, I heard your comments about that too. I’ve never shied away from my criminal past. I’ve made some mistakes and I paid for them. But don’t pretend like you know any of the details that led to my incarceration. You don’t have any fucking idea what happened. I certainly wasn’t arrested for..how did you put it...‘the same thing you do every weekend’. Nah that wasn’t it. Because being a shitty wrestler isn’t illegal Hayden. It might be frowned upon, but lucky for you...you can’t be locked up for it. So nah...I had my own reasons for why I was put behind bars and I’ll keep those to myself cause it’s my business and nobody else’s. But those ten years I was there...it really gave me a chance to reflect and think about my own career and the things I wanted to accomplish. And since my release and my return to action, I’ve run through everybody that’s been placed in front of me. I bet it hurts you doesn’t it? To see someone like me...a simple guy, a convict...doing all the things that you’re not talented enough to do. Succeeding where you’ve failed. Getting the championships, the main events, the posters, the t-shirts, the PPV spots...probably drives you insane doesn’t it? Maybe that’s why you tried to make this match so personal. Maybe that’s what made you want to dig down deep and find your best insults to try and get under my skin. Maybe you thought it would force me to let my anger get the better of me, so that I’d make a mistake that you could capitalize and turn into a fluke victory. Or maybe you were hoping that you would agitate me enough to turn this into an actual feud that you could parlay into finally reaching the big stage of a PPV. Is that it Hayden? Is that what you’re aiming for?”

Jeff smirks as he takes another drink.

“Well I’ve got bad news for you Hayden...while this may be your biggest chance yet to make a name for yourself...while you may try your damnest to rattle me...to get me off my game...to actually turn this into an opportunity for you… that’s just not going to be the case. Cause I’ve heard it all before. Try as you want to make it personal like so many others have done before...but this is just business for me and you’re just another nobody that’s going to have their career come to a screeching halt at my hands. So enjoy your one moment in the spotlight this Sunday...cause after that I’m off to Clash of Titans...where you can once again WATCH me compete on PPV. See you Sunday Hayden. Cheers.”

Jeff takes one last drink as he polishes off what remains of his bottle.

[Fade to Black]

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Kingdom #3: I have never given way the field.

29.12.19 WW Arena

*The video begins with a view of a young Japanese man trying to catch his breath after title defense. Arata still dressed in a ring gear, holding an open bottle of water in his hand, sits on a bench in the locker room. Fatigue is visible on his face and sweat drops on his body, which is a sign of a difficult match he had few minutes ago. Before Arata says anything, he leans his back against the wall and corrects the title on his right shoulder. Then he combs his wet hair with his fingers and sighs heavily. After that he starts his statement to his future opponent from Kingdom.*

Moongoose McQueen...I heard something about you here and there, but I don't think I expected something like that. Well, you know, I didn't expect you to be so emotional, to say it gently. But life is full of surprise, isn't it? No one cares, anyway (The tone of Japanese voice is more calm than it was at the beginning) Just as no one cares that you are unhappy with what your year looked like. The only person you can blame for this is you, man. But to be honest, it seems to me that you are a bit too dramatic, I mean you have a world title shot at your fingertips, but if you are not satisfied with the position you are in, anyway, then it should be enough reason to put more effort in your work. Instead, you do the opposite. You still have a grudge against everything you can and you don't give anything from yourself. What's more, you don't even try to do it. You see, it is not even just about me, but about your approach that you don't treat our upcoming battle serious. Talking about the fact that you are not going to give your best in our match, you are not strengthening yourself as a favorite, but rather as a conceited sloth. And I personally hate people who do something halfway. You know, you're doing something as it should be done or don't do it at all. If I have something to add in this situation, it's probably just that I could treat this match in the same way as you do, after all my keys are not on the line, so I don't have nothing to lose, but the thing is, I don't need a reward to show a little commitment. I am convinced that this effort that I put into this work will sooner or later contribute to something bigger.

*Arata takes a break to catch his breath. He closes his eyes for a few seconds, then looks back towards camera and continues.*

Are you some kind of a golden ticket to these bigger things? I mean, yes, but probably not the way you would like to be. You see, the main question is if I need a win with you? Yes, I need it to continue gaining credibility here in OWA, but I don't need this victory to exist. I don't undermine your skills, Moongoose, but I have faced harder opponents than you and have never given way the field. Even now I am here in front of you, tired and sore, but I still have this belt on my shoulder (The Japanese gets a look at the Wrestleworld Shogun Championship) Do you know what I've gone through the last two months, so it is still where it is? My guess is that 'no', since you show no interest in anything that doesn't concern you, but maybe once in a lifetime you will not be so focus on yourself and listen. You see, I was insulted, accused and attacked from behind so many times that I even stopped counting and finally survived the hell of a battle with the one of all time greatest. And you know what this proves? That I'm not a person you can mess with. I understand that you think I'm not someone you should be afraid of and I'm not going to try to scare you anyway, but don't be stupid. Don't treat me like this silly kid, because I have a lot more to offer than you think. Maybe I am young. Maybe I am not in this business for a long time, but as you can see, it must be something special in me that Brian Daniels decided to accept my challenge...that Jacob Senn couldn't stand that I was the face of the Shogun Division... that someone decided to give me a chance to earn Keys to the Kingdom. Maybe you see nothing but the tip of your own nose, but others see potential, that is worth letting develop.

*Arata bites his lip, then wipes his beard with his hand. The man tries to focus on his opponent, but on the back of the head, still a small voice reminds him that Hayden Cross will be near the ring during this fight.*

My guess is that you won't be happy with what I will say, Moongoose, but you are not the only one who I should worry about, when it comes to Sunday evening. Although I would not like to think about it, the presence of Hayden Cross during our fight is something that doesn't give me much comfort, especially knowing how much the loss of keys hurt him. Am I surprised? No, I took his chance for a world title when he was almost on the finish line. And yeah, I understand this whole grudges, but it is slowly beginning to change into some kind of obsession about me. Well, probably no one will tell me that the fact that this guy flew to Japan..to my dojo is a sign of common sense. However, this is not the first time someone has done something similar. I mean, by both this and his appearance at Kingdom during my match, he just wants to scare me, but I'm not afraid. Do you want to hit me, Hayden? Please, come and do this, you won't even have to go far. Recently, I have been lying on the ground so many times after the match, because some kind of buffoons couldn't accept the defeat that I can deal with one more attack. If it is supposed to improve your ego's condition, then I can probably do you a favor, although it starts to make a long list. Well, I think I'm too good man.

*The man rests his forearms on his knees, slouching slightly and runs his finger on his lip.*

The reason I mention you, Cross, is because I want to ask you not to interfere. I guess sooner or later we will meet in this ring again, but this match on Sunday is a matter between me and Moongoose. Just stay away from what doesn't concern you, because I will not ask you more than only once. And coming back to you, Moongoose, even if you say that you don't care about his presence, I know that you are hoping that he will be some back up to you and he will add his two cents to it. Well, this is not the first time you have cheated to win, but I want to believe that you avoid it this time, because I don't like having unfinished business, and then I would feel that I have a few more things to make clear with you. But for now, what I want to make perfectly clear is my worth as a competitor.

Even if I know what I am capable of, there will always be people who will have some 'buts' and what I mean by it is your "I am not impressed". Should I worry about it? In the same time yes and no, because on the one hand, what I want is the respect of others, but on the other, what can I expect from a guy, who cannot see the value of his own achievements? It is ridiculous. But this only confirms that it is not always worth fighting for the recognition of everyone. It is better to focus on impressing those who have something more to say and this is my goal in this upcoming match. I'm not participating in it to send a message to Hayden. I'm not participating in it to get your admiration, Moongoose. I am taking part in this to show that giving me these keys was a good decision...that I am worthy of being in a bigger spot. I didn't sign with OWA to be a nice addition to the show, I signed to see if I got what it takes to be on top of a mountain in a place like this and I know it is a long way. What's more, I know it's not the first and not the last time a guy like you tells me, he'll beat me with one closed eye, but it usually ends up with these people eat their words. And if you don't think about your attitude again and change your mind about your approach, you'll cry louder than about your "failed year" or the fact that nobody likes you. I mean, you said that, not me. So think again about whether it's worth the risk, because it seems to you or not, but wins and loses always matter. It always matters, and if you couldn't beat this 'kid', you should rather wait with challenging for World title. It would be a shame to miss such an opportunity. But it doesn't matter now. As I said, this match is about you and me. About how it can affect your and my future and if you can't, I take every match seriously, that's why I'm going to enter the ring and not leave it without another win, but probably only God, if he exists, knows what is a plan for me. However, I don't like to trust someone else, so I am going to take this in my own hands as always and prove to you that all you said about me is one big lie and your overconfidence is just a poor imagination.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) January 3rd 2020, 6:30 am by Sweet Roxy

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The camera pans to the hallways of The Dollhouse Dreamhouse. It was mostly dark, and some dim lights are on the view. The light of the moon shines through the glass windows while the sounds of giggling are suddenly heard. Every room that the camera passes are all shut closed, except for one… It was Sweet Roxy’s room. Her main ceiling lights are still on, and she is seen in her pink full-body bunny PJ’s.

Sweet Roxy: Oh! You are probably wondering what I’ve been doing so late at night!

She’s just right there, sitting in the middle of her bed, with scissors and glue and tape scattered along with pictures and a single book with blank pages on them where she has been pasting pictures.

Sweet Roxy: Mother always loved making photo albums for me when I was a kid. It’s a fun little scrapbook where she has all of the nicest memories of me growing up. Whether it is a picture of my first steps, a drawing that I’ve made since I knew how to hold crayons, my first visit to Santa Claus, the first time I cried over the sight of clowns… Oh, it was so fun to look back on! So right now, on my own journey, being the creative genius that I am, I have decided to make my very own… Super Scrapbook!

Sweet Roxy shows the title page of scrapbook to the camera.

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“The Dollhouse Rocks!”

Sweet Roxy flips through the pages.

Sweet Roxy: You see? These are some of my fondest memories of 2019! I would love to put 2018 in this too, but we all know how everything went downhill with Odyssey after I unrightfully lost my Women’s Championship to some entitled whore whose name I forget! And so we move forward to 2019 where The Dollhouse truly made their mark as the three best in OWA. I know that you all think that sounds a bit too cocky, but it’s true. DiVa, Jonetta and I are the greatest to ever step in the ring! It says a lot of our goodwill and kindness that we give people who have the audacity to call themselves our “opponents” the time of the day to begin with! It says a lot about our generosity that we allow them 5 minutes in the sun to momentarily boost their popularity and reputation by merely being in the same ring as The Dollhouse! And it really goes to show how charitable we truly are when we let these shameful challengers speak of us and that’s before we put them in their rightful place at the bottom of the food chain where The Dollhouse step on! 2019 is when we first challenged for the Tag Team Championships, you see --

Sweet Roxy holds up a page where there’s a picture of her and DiVa spray-painting Tarah Nova’s poster, censoring her face with a red “X”.

Sweet Roxy: And then these overcompensating cheaters in Killer Alpha Squad proved to one and all that their glorious tag team had absolutely nothing to offer as an actual team when they lost their titles not even two weeks after their reign!

Sweet Roxy then holds up another page of a picture of DiVa and Roxy celebrating with the Tag Team Championship belts outside of The Dollhouse Match cage at Final Destination.

Sweet Roxy: And then there are these two laughable teams that hoped to stop us from rising as the most dominant women, the very best fighters EVER in the entire OWA! We were like superheroes to all women after this match when we finally won the titles! People looked up to us like we were goddesses because we were more of that as opposed to any disgusting rat that you can find in the Odyssey brand!

Sweet Roxy then flips the pages where each of them shows successful title defenses against various tag teams like Ground Zero, The Mavericks Inc., and The Wild Boys, now including Jonetta Stone in their journey.

Sweet Roxy: We ventured forth and defeated these abominations, these parasites that actually had the gal to call themselves a “team”. Every single match, they had warned us that our time was near. They promised a reckoning, they promised that The Dollhouse would pay for their crimes, but will please someone remind me what The Dollhouse ever did wrong? What did the Dollhouse do that was so bad that they needed to be smacked in the face by these lesser individuals that continuously have the illusion that they are on our level? The fact that we are proven to be the best? The idea that we may reign forever? They were jealous. And because of this jealousy, they spiraled down and went absolutely nowhere, forced to end their Chapters before they reached the climax of their story. It was already way too late when they found out that the Dollhouse is a solid unit, and we will keep on winning. And what did they do exactly even after this knowledge? They continued to threaten us with their measly words and showed off their uninspired, unimpressive skills in the ring, but they were proven to be no match for our greatness still. They expected the same results without doing anything different. They expected that the Dollhouse would just give up their titles without putting up a horrendous fight they regret they became a part of. I mean, they tried, they really, really tried! But in the end, The Dollhouse prevailed and we stood tall STILL as Champions. So why would you expect anything else to be different this time around?

Sweet Roxy then turns the page. The next one is a blank page.

Sweet Roxy: And now, you have us face two more. Oh, I’ve heard of them! I’ve seen how they work in the ring! But what I don’t see is the damn point of this stupid team. Everything screams Tarah-Bull 2.0 to me. Two people that have no business with each other whatsoever, and will likely make all efforts in the first two matches they have, before deciding that they’ve done more than enough as a team after two damn weeks. Two people that are more than capable of going forth to win World Championships as they’ve done before, or at least I know Carlos did… Yikes. They seem to be two people that are just using this opportunity and the Tag Team Championships to boost their self-esteem as they hope and pray it would make them relevant again, enough to have more titles on their waist in the future! Oh, yes, I can see the bright lights upon their names! I can see the crowd roaring along with them as two grown-ass men pick on little girls, because who doesn’t love that?! But hold up! Something MORE IMPORTANT has come up! As it turns out, the OWA Tag Team Championship is NOT created for the purpose of boosting your self-esteem and making you feel important! WHAT, REALLY? I KNOW! I’m just as shocked as you are! The Tag Team Championships, as I’ve discovered, actually don’t cater to insecure menchildren that think they can just walk in a match uninvited and scream to their mommies how they want a new damn toy to play with! Because if you geniuses didn’t know, this is created FOR ACTUAL TAG TEAMS! This is created for individuals that work together to represent the tag team division, a division that you two have no place to be in! And now, Keelan wants to convince all of us that he’s just sick of the Tag Team Division that he never even took a glimpse at before? Now he wants to act like he cares who holds the titles despite him NEVER challenging for it before? You probably just thought to yourselves that since you’ve made a strong comeback to OWA together, why not function as co-dependent halfwits and ruin a good thing going for The Dollhouse? And it is seriously beyond me how, despite all these reasonings, you actually think that two randomly placed individuals could win against a well-oiled machine that has been performing and delivering as a solid unit for months and months without fail? I know, I know, you’re going to deny everything I’ve said here. You are going to make me believe that you two have actually found a friend in each other like Woody and Buzz! And I know for certain that you would act like you’ve been besties for such a long time as if you wouldn’t the first punch at the other if this involved a completely different Championship. JUST STOP! You are wasting my time. You are wasting Jonetta’s time, and she isn’t even in this match! And you are most especially wasting DiVa’s time! Look at her! She’s weeping right now from how disgusting and repulsive it is to listen to your cringe-logic! She is VOMITING in her mouth right now knowing that in just a few days, we are actually forced to be in the ring to defend our titles against these desperate people that have done absolutely NOTHING to earn it!

Sweet Roxy sets the scrapbook down gently. She reaches out to the coffee table on the side of her room to take the OWA World Tag Team Championship belts. She cradles them in her arm similar to holding a baby.

Sweet Roxy: But that’s okay! These little sweets are not going anywhere! Uncle Keelan can stay mad at the fact that our looks are golden and our merch sell, without acknowledging the fact that we have pushed ourselves to defend our titles every damn match! But that’s okay! He will witness firsthand how The Dollhouse handles business and how they’re all nothing compared to us. He and his boyfriend can profess their love as many times as they want, but there’s no challenging the loyalty and work that The Dollhouse put among the rest.

Sweet Roxy looks over the open book.

Sweet Roxy: Look, babies! This is our scrapbook! Our memories! DiVa, Jonetta and I will ensure that this will last long. We’ll be Champions forever if we have to!

The story will never end.

Sweet Roxy giggles before she takes the scrapbook again and goes through the pages. The scene fades to black

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) January 3rd 2020, 6:29 am by **DiVa**

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The camera shows Sweet Roxy’s door shutting closed before it slowly begins to pan to the right; eventually stopping in front of another pink bedroom door of The Dollhouse Dreamhouse labeled “IT’S DIVA!”. The door slowly opens as the camera enters to the sound of an audience’s seemingly endless applauding.

DiVa: O-M-G! I don’t know what to say! Thank you all so much!

The camera goes further into the dark room until it stops where DiVa is shown dressed up in a fancy pink dress with her hair done as she holds up an Award and acts as though she might cry while the sound of a non-existent audience can be heard still clapping and cheering her on.

DiVa: You just… You just have no idea what this means to DiVa! What this means to The Dollhouse! It’s because of you all that we were able to achieve such an amazing goal! It is LITRALLY the greatest goal anyone could ever achieve in the history of anything! The Dollhouse is proud to be your winners of the “Longest Champions since Final Destination” Award! Thank you so, so, SO much! Okay now be quiet please!

The crowd cheering and clapping can still be heard.

DiVa: DiVa said be quiet! Please!

DiVa angrily grabs a remote and clicks it as the audience’s sounds suddenly stop.

DiVa: Now as DiVa was saying… She is so proud to be able to be here and represent The Dollhouse to accept this prestigious Award! There’s so much that can be said about what it means to be the longest reigning Champions going in OWA! There’s so much that we could tell you! We’ve been through just so much as all of you know! We’ve had to deal with so many meanies who were so rude to us and told us that they don’t like us and what we do or how we look or anything like that! People can be SUCH bullies! But that’s okay! Because The Dollhouse is all about rising against bullying! The Dollhouse is about bringing order, cuteness, and fun to a world filled with a bunch of ugly degenerates who seek out Championship reigns like it’s a hit off of their crack pipe and they just can’t live without it, because it fulfills them! It gives them a purpose! It makes the pain of knowing what they are go away for another day! It makes them not have to think about how pathetic they are! They believe that if you’re a Champion, then things aren’t so bad! So DiVa is so happy that she and The Dollhouse can be the ones to lead by example and show everyone what real Champions look like! They don’t look like fakers like Aryn Jaxyun and Tarroh Novel who weren’t even good enough to hold onto their so-called “World Titles”! The Dollhouse are women that won’t fail you! We’ve been the most dominant Champions in the entire history of OWA! That’s why we’re here to accept this Award, and that’s why we’ve decided to take our greatness on the road to Kingdom to sign autographs and show everyone on that brand in person what real Champions look like!

DiVa continues to smile wide, but looks around for several moments as she seems to come to the realization of something. DiVa clicks another button on a remote as the lights in the room turn on to reveal nothing but DiVa standing in the middle of her room, all dressed up with an Award in her hand. She looks at the Award as she continues.

DiVa: Oh that’s right… Hmmph… This dumb old company didn’t give us an Award for being the longest reigning Champions after all… In fact, this company doesn’t even seem to be aware that The Dollhouse are the most dominant Champions here. That while all the other fleeting Champions since Final Destination have failed to live up to their already low standards, The Dollhouse has made good on every single word they’ve ever stated! And that’s how it’s always been! They’re such meanies to us! The Dollhouse should be main eventing every show this company has for how talented and successful they are, and yet they’re ignored and overlooked! They’re told to just sit pretty and take a backseat to all the people they’ve rather have on their posters! Ugly people with ugly faces and ugly souls! But that’s alright… It’s a thankless job. DiVa can see that now! DiVa has found out that not always will you do good and be met with nothing but insults and hatred! That there are those in the world who thrive on being bitter little ghouls who deserve nothing in life! Those who disrespect people more beautiful, talented and better than them in every facet of life and want to see them hurt and suffer! And suffer we have! The Dollhouse has suffered by playing our beautiful song in the background while we were never the rightful main focus! No, we were just a minor attraction at every show and event! A tiny little cog in a much larger machine, and if this company had it their way, it would be made certain that removing that cog wouldn’t affect the rest of the machine in the slightest!

DiVa clutches the Award in her hand as she looks of it and seems to be observing it.

DiVa: There is no audience cheering us on. There is no Award for being better than everyone else. There is no tour even… Instead The Dollhouse - for all of their hard work - are awarded with more work to do. They’re awarded more opportunity for the people this company REALLY would rather see thriving as Champions to finally take their throne! People like Carlone Rusev and Kettle Calizone! People that serve no real purpose as a team! The only value that they bring to the table is being the one team that this company is hopeful can knock The Dollhouse off and rid them of their World Tag Team Championships! And DiVa knows! She knows that if that were to come to fruition, there wouldn’t be an entire wing in your Hall of Fame dedicated to The Dollhouse and what they’ve accomplished by taking the stillborn fetus of your Tag Team Division, dragging it into relevancy, and working towards keeping it there and keeping it hanging on to even an ounce of a single breath no matter how many of you and your audience just looked away and paid attention to others that never deserved it! If The Dollhouse stop and relinquish your World Tag Team Championships, there will be cheers! There will be joy in the air! But it’ll all fade away as quickly as it came… And the thrilled little fans will disperse and move on to things they find more interesting. They’ll all forget what happened. They’ll forget the moment when The Dollhouse were dethroned. They’ll forget what happened after. They’ll forget that these Tag Team Championships existed in the first place.

DiVa tosses the Award away and shrugs as she tilts her head.

DiVa: That’s why you need us, silly! Because believe it or not, no matter how much you want to hate The Dollhouse and loathe us for what we’ve done and what we represent, you know deep down in your tiny, weak little bodies that The Dollhouse are the only ones who truly care about something YOU should care about. Even if nobody else does. That we have single-handedly kept these Championships afloat in waters of obscurity when the rest of this company would have been fine watching them sink to the bottom, never to be seen or heard from again. If you consider us evil, then it may as well be a necessary evil, because we represent something that you people need deep down. A style of wrestling that none of you will ever appreciate. We bring value to it and to this company, no matter how many of you condemn us for it. You will always do everything you can to look away and pay attention to someone else, and we will always reach out, grab you by your ugly face, and force you to watch us. To pay attention to us. To witness us thrive and retain these Championships that you want to disrespect so badly. This company can keep throwing more and more garbage against the wall and hoping that some of it sticks, but in the end, it’s just garbage and it’ll fall every single time. I hope you’re all prepared to see more smack against the wall and fall to the ground where it belongs when we arrive on Kingdom, not to be thanked and praised, but to be berated and jeered in the hopes that we finally fail to prove we are the best you have ever seen. What you hope to be the end of our road as World Tag Team Champions is instead going to be the homecoming of a new territory that we take over. And we WILL take over… Because The Dollhouse is everywhere, silly! Teehee! You can treat us like a disease all you want! That’s so mean and so rude, but it’s okay! DiVa understands! We’ll be a disease! One that your bodies aren’t immune to! One that you’re not advanced enough to understand, let alone fight! One that’s going to infect everything around you! Everything you love and hold dear in this company! Every opponent you put in front of us! Every other Champion who falls before we ever do! Every moment that you try to enjoy - The Dollhouse will get their hands on it and disease it and watch you suffer to the bitter end until you realize that we are the absolute best you will ever have the honor of witnessing! That our influence doesn’t end with a Dreamhouse or a Doll In! We’ll take over this company just as well and make it into our own new house! The World is our Dreamhouse, and you? You’re just living in it, silly! Can’t wait to see all of you on Kingdom! Bye, everyone! DiVa loves you! Bye!

DiVa smiles and waves happily as the camera zooms out more and more as it reaches back out into the hallway. The door to DiVa’s room suddenly slams shut in the face of the camera as everything goes black.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) January 2nd 2020, 11:58 pm by **Matsuda**

Odyssey Promo #1

“Candy”

Disappointment. That’s the only thing that comes to mind whenever I think about Hardcore Havoc. It was the second time in 2019 that a world title slipped away from my fingers. I could sit here and rant about how close I was, but we both know it’s a lie Dulce. Natalie Cage used my heart against me and it cost me the match. Maybe if Azumi minded her business, I would have the OWA Women’s Championship around my waist, but alas it wasn’t meant to be. Just like my other reigns and opportunities, my aspirations seemed to have dried up just days before Dick Clark’s balls dropped in Times Square for the 36th time. As my wife and I made our way home from a friend’s house party, I thought to myself “Is this it? Is this all there is to my potential as a wrestler?” This was the question that was running through my mind this holiday season. Thing is if I let the events of Hardcore Havoc eat me alive then I’m back where I started a year ago - lost with no direction or motivation. It’s time to go back to the drawing board and start this year anew. I heard about Dulce Torres - I’ve watched her matches and learned about her through my student Serenity, who fought her in a losing effort last year. Torres is a promising talent and the perfect opponent to help jump start my 2020. If last year was about a new start, then this year is about chasing glory. Natalie Cage dictated the terms of that title match, and Azumi found herself in over her head. Well, it’s time for me to dictate the terms of the rest of the season. There's no way in hell that Goto gets to poke her head in my business and just walk away without a conversation.

Dulce Torres isn’t familiar with me, nor my style of wrestling. She’s in for a treat - she’s going against someone who will push her to her absolute limits. If she thinks she can be the one to dethrone Natalie Cage, then she needs to defeat a former women’s champion. I’m not going to make things easy for her; in fact, this may be a tougher challenge than facing the champ herself. Torres needs to think of this as the biggest test of her career. For me? It’s a tune-up match. I have...plans. Natalie can sit pretty with that belt of hers because I have other matters to attend to. There’s a certain someone who’s on my shitlist...someone who I’m a little more pissed off at than that British skank. Where does that leave poor Dulce? Well, unfortunately, Ms. Toress will be dealing with the brunt of my fury on Saturday night. She will be in the danger zone, my prime focus. I have two months off at my other place of employment, so all I’ve been thinking about is candy. No seriously, Well candy, and my fight on Saturday. I don’t know why I’ve been thinking about candy...it’s terrible for my diet, but it is what it is. Meanwhile, the sweetest thing would be to start off this year with a win. Then after I take care of business, I can move on to more important matters. Like dealing with a “safe residence”. But alas, more on that later…

Heh. Well, Dulce, I’m sure you’re upset with having to prove yourself with a “part-timer”. I know I’m not here all the time, but when I do show up, I make an impact. I fancy myself as someone who does what she wants because it’s not about being the best in one place...for that only means you’re great over there. Nobody can dominate in one promotion and call themselves the best in the world. But sadly, there’s so many who do that the term itself has become redundant. So I guess it’s time for me to bring prestige back to that title. I’m sure you’ll have the chance to reach the pinnacle of this business, sweets. But it won’t be this Saturday and it sure as hell won’t be through me. Yes, I know you’re an OWA/Odyssey day one. But you know what? I don’t give a shit. The only thing I’m concerned about is whether or not you can deliver in that ring. Can you impress me, Dulce? Can you give me the fight I’ve been looking for...that match I need? I need a jump start in 2020...are you going to give it to me? Or am I gonna have to sit around for someone stronger? It’s all up to you, sweets. As for me...I’ll be waiting for you. It’s time to get famous. The outcome of this match will dictate what for. Let's hope the stories Serenity told me about you are true.

Know it. Understand it. Believe it.

SONORA, HERMOSILLO, MEXICO
SEPTEMBER 18th, 2014
3AM EST

(On the edge of the city sits a rundown, abandoned property that is covered in all sorts of colorful graffiti and gang tags. A place that is buried in the woods, far away from any civilians, the building oddly enough has two pickup trucks placed in front of it and the door is wide open. There are people inside and that is made evident as the sounds of pained groaning can be heard, mixed in with the thumping of feet to pavement and what can only be described as heavy blows to the body from an unknown object(s).

As we get in close to the building and soon go past the door frame, we see the empty remains of what appears to be a trap house. The only thing still inside of it are its owner -- who is tied up in a chair with three men circling around him. Beaten, bruised and battered, this man is watching in terror as the two main aggressors swing socks full of baseballs above his head. He whimpers as the swings get closer to his head, and lets out a massive yell once they connect to his face.)

Man: Por favor…please….stop! I’m begging you!

Papichulo: “Stop” is what you should have told the pendejos you let run off with our product! We let you head this section of the operation for a month and LOOK AT IT! Our whole supply gone!

El Cabron: You’re all crying and shit, feeling sorry for yourself. Think about el jefe, eh!? You don’t think he’s upset right now? Getting fucked over because one of his boys is too pussy to defend his post from the opps?

Man: What was I supposed to do!? It was either give them the work or give up my life! I have a family to come home to!

Papichulo: We’re your family, ese. When you joined the set, you joined a brotherhood. So you’re right, you did get to come home to your family in the end. But that means you also come home to the consequences of your actions, pal!

Man: No, NO --

(The two men begin to savagely beat their former comrade with their makeshift weapons, bloodying him further and further until the socks give in and all of the baseballs drop to the floor.)

El Cabron: Damn it! Well lucky you. Looks like God just cut you a break.

Man: (fighting back tears) I-I-I…..

Papichulo: ….A break for a few minutes. Listen, “hermano”. We’re willing to forgive you because like we said, you’re fam. We don’t want to turn our backs on you, we’re just…..disappointed is all. This right here is to teach you a lesson, but the lesson we’re teaching still has a long way to go. We’ll have to go to the truck….get something a little sturdier.

El Cabron: Be lucky it’s us. Llorona was begging to get a piece of the action. We’ll be back in a second. Benito, watch him like a hawk.

(As the two goons exit the building and go to their truck to retrieve better bludgeoning tools, the third goon, Benito, looks at his comrade in horror.)

Benito: I can’t let them do this to you anymore! We gotta go! We have to go now!

(Benito rushes to the beaten up man’s aid -- undoing the knots binding him to the chair and shaking him awake.)

Benito: We need to hurry! Uhm, th-that window! We can go through that window, you see? Take you somewhere safe, let you recover and wait things out for a few days! The boss will calm down and forget about this whole fiasco and everything will be just fine!

(Benito grabs the man by the hand after giving him assurance as he rushes to the window. Benito exits through the window first and stands outside, looking to guide the man out.)

Benito: Are you strong enough to stand on your own?

Man: Yeah, I think I can…..Ben...BENITO! SHE’S HERE! SHE’S --

Benito: What are you talking about?

???: You’re not supposed to mess with the plan, Ben.

Benito: Oh no….

(Benito turns around right into a vicious strike from a batl. Blood spatters onto the man he was hoping to rescue, leading him to falling back into the building with a nasty thud. Benito lays on the ground as Llorona looks down upon him.)

La Llorona: Sometimes it’s best not to think too big. Why die playing hero when you can live gratefully as a grunt on a winning team? Or well….”winning” if you don’t count this bozo you were trying to protect. He’s going to learn his lesson, and here’s a lesson for you, Ben. Some people can get away with rocking the boat when they hit the scene, others can’t. Those others learn to not get too excited. You fall in that “other”. Recognize your role in the pecking order and act accordingly. I hope that sticks with you when you wake up.

(La Llorona slams the bat down on Benito, knocking him unconscious.)

La Llorona: (sighs).....Fucking rookies.
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Ahhhh, the newbies. Always so bright eyed and hopeful. Not yet jaded by the realities of what’s actually going on around them. So ignorant. Such easy targets to pick off. They practically pick themselves off, really. I can talk the streets, where I’ve literally seen it firsthand, but of course this scenario is oh so common in the wrestling world as well. These rookies, they enter a new company with the mindset that they have the whole world ahead of them. They’re now in a land that is filled with endless possibilities and good tidings in store for them. They think they can waltz on in and change the game, just like that. But it doesn’t always work that way. I get why people might get a different idea given the circumstances. A person finally gets to roam where the big boys play -- or the girls in this case, and they think that means they’re on the same level. Take Miho Li for example. OWA picked her up and on her first week here she thinks she can walk around with her chest puffed out calling herself the next generation. A 0-0 record here in OWA and a failed career back at the place that should not be named, yet she’s already talking like as if she’s in any position to call her shot and brand herself a winner against someone like me?

And why is that? Because she thinks simply stepping into Odyssey and being around all these top stars and elite athletes, validates her as a competitor. She came up in this business and got to see all of these respected wrestlers and big shots, and probably thinks she can emulate them…..something that her signing to OWA must surely confirm.

“She made it into this business, she’s in the company that’s the biggest in the game - half the battle is done right there!”

What’s not taken into account by a lot of these tomato can competitors however is whether they are actually meant to play with those chosen few - the big boys and girls who run the yard -- or if they’re somebody who is meant to on the sidelines! Some people like to be in denial of who they actually are and their place in the pecking order and that’s how issues start. They overrate their contributions and they dream too big. Miho Li, you said it yourself, you haven’t exactly been setting the world on fire since you’ve decided to lace up a pair of boots. You have no signature matches to your name, not a single respectable credential in your record, and a history of disappointment up until this point. You know all of this, yet here you are giving all of this goofy rhetoric about how you’re going to enter 2020 with a fresh start and make a big impact on the scene. No, no, no, that isn’t how it works for people like you. You either show promise or you don’t. You aren’t just going to boss up because of a change in dates; “new year, new me” doesn’t work when you’re staring into the eyes of killers. Who you are, the real you that stays the same every year, always shines through. You’re not going to be one of the top women in OWA.

You already categorized yourself as a loser the moment you spoke to the press this week. Giving us that sob story of being so desperate to get into the mix around here after giving up on a safe life of education and being a well kept little housewife. Perhaps the safe route is where you were meant to find success, eh? Do you think you’re going to do any better than those aspirations while sharing a locker room with the likes of Natalie Cage, Diantha Moraeu, Dulce Torres and ahem….ME!? Newsflash Miho, we’ve long been in the midst of this “next generation” you talked about being at the helm of and this new generation is filled with some of the most harsh, most selfish and most dangerous people to ever join the sport of pro wrestling. We have bitches who will run into the ring and crack a motherfucker in the head with a pipe; that’s how they make their statements for being next up. They don’t do frilly voiced, generic “I’ll do whatever it takes!” speeches and give empty promises, practically lying to themselves. You’re not even on the list of “maybes” for a spot like that. You know what your purpose is in this landscape that we call Odyssey? You’ll make a great fall girl, someone who can act as punching bag to the real threats, maybe generate a few t-shirt sales for the fans who pity you. You make people smile, you give our roster an extra body, but that’s as far as you go on the food chain. It might be hard to accept but I’ll help you accept it. Not everyone can start a movement, some just have to ride the wave and be happy they’re being taken along for the ride. Otherwise they’re setting themselves up to drown. Don’t be the grunt dumb enough to step out of line. Chasing your own glory, especially at my expense like you’re trying to do right now - “stepping stone”? Fuck out of here - will lead to you being cast off quicker than you think. Idiots who try to upset the order of things when they don’t have the clout, or the skill to do so, are the people that get themselves hurt...real bad. They’re people I have to take care of. If you think you can get away with jumping over me in the rankings around here, then I guess I’ll take care of you too. Give you the same lesson I used to give all of my old running mates who thought they could pull my card or boss up.

You have a part to play, Miho. If you think of breaking that role, remember this: I can turn you from from “Invincible” to…..“invisible”. Just. Like. That.

1 Samuel 17:49 - And David put his hand in his bag, and took thence a stone, and slang [it], and smote the Philistine in his forehead, that the stone sank into his forehead; and he fell upon his face to the earth.

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

Look, I know it’s not January 1st but bear with me, I was drunk and didn’t get a chance to properly send out well wishes and all that on New Year’s Day. So, like I said I would, I enter 2020 with at least some gold in my possession. The OWA Goddesses Championship, like I told Roni, was going to be mine and it is. Was I dominant? No. Was I lucky? Yes. Do the history books ask you how you became a champion? Hell no. Do they record if you ARE a champion? Hell yes.

But now that I’ve claimed my new prize, what now? Well, the obvious thing to do would be to try to get a match with Natalie Cage and have a double title match. I don’t think it suits Odyssey to have two champions claiming to be the best. Natalie obviously feels like she’s the best not just on our show but in OWA...and I’m opposed to such a notion. But, with circumstances being what they are and Dulce Torres waiting in the wings for her, I guess I have to divert my attention elsewhere, right?

What about the big battle royale coming up soon? I know that champions aren’t usually allowed to enter, but what if I won the women’s battle royal and guaranteed that OWA would see a double title match at Final Destination? That would be pretty cool, right?

But that probably won’t happen either.

Maybe I get my rematch against Roni and she shows me what she learned from our encounter and proves to me that I was right placing my faith in her to be one of the faces of this show moving forward.

That’s not happening either.

Instead…..I get Nyx. A behemoth of a woman, the largest member of the Void if I’m remembering correctly. I’ve fought a lot of men, a lot of tough, hard men at that, but none of them quite measure up to her in sheer size. She’s an Amazon. Most of my tactics as usual won’t fly against her. She’s bigger, stronger, hell almost as fast. I don’t think she’s anywhere in my galaxy as far as skill is concerned, but if you can incapacitate someone by simply sitting on them, skill doesn’t matter much, does it?

I should be excited about this match. It’s my first as Goddesses Champion and the first of 2020 for me anywhere. I have a desire to get started off on the right foot against a new opponent and make a push towards fulfilling my promise of being a Double Champion here in OWA ...but let’s be honest, I’ve experienced quite enough of the Void already. I’ve already tapped out Artemis and have given Eris some of her stiffest competition, albeit in two losses. Wrestling tough giants has become a bit of a specialty of mine. And this one? As tough as fearsome as she looks and sounds...she’s already been bested by a scrub from the Dollhouse and Roni Ozborn, the woman I just took this title from. Am I aware of what she is capable of, this Nyx? Absolutely. Am I concerned?

Not really.

People who have come into matches against me of all shapes, sizes and styles have come to find out that I will go to fairly extreme lengths to cause them pain. You like to fly around like Azumi Goto? Fine. I’ll batter you until I can grapple you into submission. You’re big and strong like Artemis? Cool. I’ll use my speed and take advantage of your mistakes. You like to brawl? Cool, I’ll brawl with you because I don’t care about my health or yours once the bell rings. Win at any cost is my mantra. People expect me to cower at the sight of them, be impressed with them when they have never wrestled anyone who has the elite, unrivaled skillset that I have. Why? Everything that I’ve done in my career, from sighing to multiple federations to wrestling anyone with a pulse from the biggest and ugliest men to the youngest joshi trainee willing to step up to the plate, is to prepare me for whatever I come across in the ring. Nyx isn’t special...at least not to me.

There are some out there who think I’m unworthy of setting the standard of excellence around here. Many people thought that over in LAW until I had a deathgrip on the Specialists title that took nearly a year for someone to finally pry loose. My reign as OWA Goddesses Champion will exceed that, and with every match, every defense, every win, every accolade wrapped up, the doubters will grow silent. I will not hide behind office politics or my relationship or cast away anyone as unworthy. Those who want to come and try to knock me down, you’re more than welcome to...just like Nyx.

Just don’t take it personal when you lose.

2020 is not going to belong to Natalie Cage or Dulce Torres or Stephanie Matsuda or Jessica Rose or The Void or the Dollhouse. It’s going to belong to me, a One Woman Swiss Army Knife of Submission Badassery. The one who was shunned by Athena but proved herself worthy of the Title of Goddess. The woman who will unify all of Odyssey’s Gold ...and rebuild it with her own might.

In her image.

Those losses that I’ve suffered? I remember them. They sting and burn in my memory. Feel free to ask around with those who have gotten the slip on me before...they don’t usually get that same luck a second time.

Nyx, unfortunately for you, there’s not going to be a first time. Outside of Eris, the Void has nothing interesting to offer me and I will show the world once more that the bigger they are, the louder they tap the fuck out.

Happy fuckin’ new year, cunts.

Oh man, what a year 2019 was for me, eh? I came back in last year’s Clash of the Titans match and shocked the world. I then went on a mission to demolish and destroy anybody that stood in my way on my road to getting back to the top of this show. I retired Jon McAdams, I embarrassed and defeated Nasir Moore, and the Zaibatsu got back together and were flying high on Kingdom for months. 2019 however didn’t exactly end the way I would have liked it to. That asian bitch Stephanie Matsuda took her ball and went to go play with all the girls on Odyssey. The Zaibatsu in itself is essentially dead once again. However, two of its members don’t want to go out just yet. You see Carlos Rosso and myself do have a rich history with one another. As friends, as enemies, as brothers. We have never been a tag team though, and that is all changing because 2020 is going to be the year of The Killer and The King of the Roses. We’re going to be starting 2020 off as the god damn World Tag Team Champions.

And you know what? We look at this tag team division and we can’t help but cringe. It is beyond us that since the birth of OWA, there has never been a single tag team worthy of calling themselves the tag team champions here. Hell, the majority of the teams that have come and gone in OWA have been embarrassing, ridiculous and all in all just a complete and utter joke. And all the former champions? They no longer exist. Nate Cage and Kenny Drake despise each other these days. Heart and Seoul are off in Chinkland somewhere. Nobody remembers Tarah Nova and Bull Connors holding those titles. And The Wild Boys? A tag team I once thought were worthy of everything are now worthless in every regard. But the one thing that urks me the most and I know damn well Carlos Rosso agrees is that for over 256 fucking days, this tag team division has been held down and dominated by a bunch of blonde, plastic, barbie-doll lookin’ bimbos whose cunts smell like the ocean and faces are caked with makeup. And for some reason, this company is just okay with that. These fans are just okay with that. No. Not anymore. The Dollhouse have had their fun but we’re burning it to the ground. And much like the other teams who have held those titles in the past, you will cease to exist following Kingdom. It’s going to be a new era, girls. You’re going to be walking into this match with all the confidence in the world but all the other teams you have defeated in the past are lesser individuals with no accolades to their name. You realize you’re walking into this match facing a multiple time World Champion and a man who’s retired more than three people, right? Carlos Rosso and I are main eventers on any show we go on for any promotion we enter. You bitches barely draw but when you do it’s not for your in-ring talent. It’s because of your looks and I know you’re aware of this. I know you know there are marks out there in their thirties and fourties sitting in their parents basement with half a bottle of lubricant and a near empty box of Kleenex watching your matches. And I wish I could say for that reason alone is why we need to defeat you and take your championships. It’s all part of the bigger reason and that is the state of this tag team division has always been shit, and while you bitches have been the shining light for the better part of it, the fact still remains.

When you polish shit, it doesn’t matter how clean you get it, it’s still shit.

Carlos Rosso and I are here to clean up this division and make it our own. We are going to make tag team wrestling cool again; something that this company has never even had the chance of seeing. No more irrelevant tag teams with shithouse characters and cringeworthy gimmicks running around this place. It’s time for real men to hold that gold and it’s time for real men to show the world just how great this tag team division is. It’s been held back for far too long.

At Kingdom, we’re moving this division forward; something you bitches failed to do. See you Sunday.

THE KILLER IS COMING.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) January 2nd 2020, 1:23 am by Guest

"If A Man At the Gym Follows You and Asks You if You Ever Modeled, Walk Away"

(Moongoose McQueen is backstage in a white suit with the God of War Medallion in his hand. Moongoose is trying to eat some nuts, but seems to be struggling with cracking them open. He places a few nuts on the table and proceeds to take the medallion and slams it on the table, shattering the nuts into pieces. Cori Simmons taps him on the shoulder as Moongoose turns around. He offers her somes, but Cori declines, before Moongoose tosses them into the air and catches them in his mouth.)

Cori Simmons: Hi, It's Cori Simmons and I am here with the OWA's God of War, Moongoose McQueen as we get ready to kick off the 2020 years. Moongoose, anything you want to say?

McQueen: Cori, I'm telling you, 2020 is the year of Moongoose McQueen and I want first offer my congratulations to the new OWA Champion, Kenny Drake who soundly defeated Aria Jaxon at Hardcore Havoc. I mean, I was there, commentating, essentially measuring them both, and no doubt about it, Kenny was the better man, and let's just say, I do look forward to.... “working with him”

Cori Simmons: Is that a implication that you will be using your God of War title and invoke the opportunity challenge for the title very soon?

(Moongoose turns his head slightly and scratches head, before simply shrugging)

McQueen: Sorry, I didn't quite get that.

Cori Simmons: Will you be issuing a challenge to Kenny Drake soon?

(Moongoose turns his head slightly once more before leaning in closer to Cori and cupping his ear so he can hear better)

McQueen: What was there? I didn't quite hear you there either. One more time.

Cori: Are you...

(Moongoose drives his face into the shoulder of Cori as he starts to wail and cry, surprising Cori who is trying to push him away, but he continues to cling on.)

Moongoose: NO CORI, I AM NOT SATISFY WITH MY PERFORMANCE OF 2019! I'M SORRY, I APOLOGIZE!! I KNOW YOU ALL HAVE HIGH EXPECTATIONS OF ME, BUT I WASN'T EVEN WRESTLING IN THE FINAL SHOW OF THE YEAR!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!

Cori Please, Moongoose. Calm down.

Moongoose: HOW CAN I CALM DOWN?!! LOOK AT ALL THAT HAS HAPPENED. BASTARDS LIKE CHRIS SABERTOOTH GOT TO KILL NAS. REGGIE WON THE SPARTAN TITLE. GARETH GARSON IS THE WORLD CHAMP! AND IT WASN'T I THAT ALMOST KILLED FINNEGAN WAKEFIELD, IT WAS THAT MOTHER FUCKIN' NATE CAGE!! AND WHAT HAVE I DONE?!! ALL I'VE DONE IS WON THE DAMN GOD OF WAR TITLE.... WAAAAAAH!

Cori: Come on now, that's a big deal.

Moongoose: PLEASE GUUUURL! I CHEATED THE FIRST ROUND AND I'M SCUM FOR TAKING AWAY THAT CARAVAN FROM HARMAN! NO LONGER IS HE LIVING IN A VAN DOWN BY THE RIVER AND THAT'S ALL MY FAULT!! AND EVERYONE BACKSTAGE IS MEAN TO ME! THEY ALL BELIEVE I'M “MID-TIER” WHEN I'VE CHALLENGE FOR THE WORLD TITLE, BEAT MAIN EVENTERS IN THE MAIN EVENT, AND IF THERE WAS AN AWARD FOR PEOPLE THAT NOW HOW TO PROMOTE THEMSELVES OR SOME SHIT, I WOULD PROBABLY WIN IT ALL THE TIME! BUT CORI, THEY ARE SO CRUEL... WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHY?!!

Cori: Look, I don't know. I don't paid enough to deal with this.

Moongoose: AREN'T YOU AN INTERVIEWER? SHOULDN'T YOU FIND OUT?!!

Cori: I mean.... yes? ...um... Look, things will get better.

Moongoose: WILL THEY?!! WILL THEY?!! THEY ALL LOOK DOWN ON ME. THEY LIKE THAT PRODUCER THE CHEATED ON HIS WIFE WITH THAT CELINA POWELL THOT! OR THAT GUY THAT IS CEO THAT SAID THOSE AWFUL RACIST THINGS TO THE ASIANS! OR CHET....

Cori: Even Chet?

Moongoose: YES!! EVEN CHET! THEY LIKE HIM EVEN MORE THAN ME, AND I DON'T KNOW WHY?!!

Cori: I mean.... You can be a bit much... and.

Moongoose: CORI, PLEASE!! THE STATEMENT WAS RHETORICAL!! BUT OVERALL! 2019 HASN'T BEEN A GREAT YEAR AND I'M SO MAD AT... NOT ME, BUT EVERYONE ELSE! BECAUSE WHILE IT MAKES SENSE THAT I SHOULD BE THE NEXT IN LINE TO CHALLENGE FOR THE WORLD TITLE, I'M GONNA START 2020 FACING IWATA!!

Cori: Arata.

(Moongoose picks his head up from Cori shoulders, showing dry eyes as Moongoose stares at her in confusion.)

Moongoose: Macarena?

Cori: AR-A-TA!

Moongoose: Ar... ar... Mitch Bennett?

Cori: You're not even trying anymore!!

Moongoose: Arata Asakura.... the self-made man. The man that wants to show the world that with hard work and perseverance, no matter your upbringing, you can be successful. Textbook Good guy, looks good, and is apparently quite popular in the back. Sounds about right? You like him, Cori?

Cori: Yes. He seems like a good guy.

Moongoose: Oh, so you had the pleasure to meet him. How is he? More importantly, do you like him more than you like me?

Cori: I'm not sure how I can answer that.

Moongoose: No need. As you can tell by the tears from my eyes, I don't care. Because Self-made Man, I am the hard boiled man. The term “self-made” seems a bit unncessary if you ask me, as I'd like to assume most of us are “self-made” by a default, but the defining characteristic of a real man really comes down to whether or not any adversity that get's thrown in their face, how does react, what actions he takes? In which, let me tell you, I am a man with the world going against him, and that doesn't bother me. I get it, you work hard, you're diligent, you're probably humble and modest, but this implication that you are special because you got yourself this far is the same as every single other story told here, but quite frankly, a little bit too vanilla for my taste. Which forgive me when I say this, but I have zero interest in what you and Hayden Cross have going on. Like blah blah blah Key holder this, blah blah blah, key holder that, in the end, this match between you and I, this isn't about me. It's about you being pitted against one of the best in this company, testing your focus while Hayden is there in the sideline, and you are probably thinking. “This guy, he is gonna to rely on the fact that this guy that I hate is gonna help him in the match, I'm at a disadvantage.”

But please, I don't like this Hayden guy either, and I genuinely don't care, because, I'm all set. I don't care about your upbringing. I don't care about your history with that guy. I don't care how damn good you are. Point is, I know when I look at something, when it's not about me and more about someone else, I lose interest. I mean, I'm the God of War, no, the Godfather of War with a secured opportunity for the world title, and at this point, I'm simply here to bide my time and humor guys like you. And you know what? While it sucks for me, that is great for you, because there is a clear distinction between “I don't care about you.” and “I don't like you” and you know which part of the spectrum you are on? Take a guess. Well, it's not the end where I want to bash your face in with steel chair, but I'll go ahead and leave that to someone that actually wants to do that.

Like I said, I'm here to humor you. I'll acknowledge what you are trying to accomplish here. It's noble, it's respectable. A bit cliché, but who gives a shit, right? But all I want to do going from 2020 and forward is to watch this place burn. I'm beyond the need to prove myself as important, because if these fools couldn't see it now, they will never see it. It's fair, everyone wants to root and support their friends over those that have proven time after time their potential and talent, and quite frankly, I'm kind of done with that. Wins or losses, it means nothing to me. All that matters is the statement that you make, and allow me to reiterate once more what my mission is here.

Arata, ….. I'm here.... to remind you all.... that everyone here doesn't deserve the best. In other words, OWA doesn't deserve me. And I'm gonna make them regret looking down on me for all those years, by taking away everything they grown to love and accustomed too, this sham of a company that continues to put me to the sidelines and waste me away. And Cori, to answer your question earlier.

Cori: ???

Moongoose: I'll use my God of War opportunity... WHEN.... I find the opponent and time worthy of Moongoose McQueen. And Arata Asakura, if you think this Sunday at Kingdom, I'm gonna give you my best. Think again, because I deem you unworthy. I'm confident that I won't have to go all out to beat the likes of you. Hell, I can out wrestle you, out wit you, out maneuver you with only one eye closed and one eye open.

(Moongoose takes his hand and uses his index and thumb to widen one eye and look at the camera.)

Moongoose: Looking at what you have done, what you hope to represent, your convictions... I'm not impressed.

(Moongoose leaves as Cori watches him walk away. Cori adjusted her shirt from the wrinkles, still not sure what had just transpired.)

“The river opened her mouth and spat into a vast sea larger and bluer than a cloudless sky. Muscular, prodigious, immortal. But our vessel was invulnerable. It was well built, the boat rocked me into sleep and I floated through a deep dream, smooth sailing through the castle in the air…”

I tasted the wine and it tasted good. Like the sweetest berries grown in fields under glorious sunshine. Every day, They yelled at me every second, demanding I prove my worthiness. My head was full of screaming, demanding (find a synonym for this) voices telling me that I'm not yet worth the Dampshaw name. I'd lie awake for weeks, not able to sleep due to the sheer volume. But at Hardcore Havoc, when I smashed that beer bottle over Jeff X's head and I heard the referee count 1, 2, 3, They stopped. For the first time in years, I had peace and quiet. I could sleep and oh how I did sleep.

Demis and the men I gathered for me did their jobs well, but I don't want the story to be about them or Jeff's greasy brood. They were necessary that night, like the accompaniment to a musical performance. Necessary but the thing the audience pays most attention to are the voices. Jeff and I were those voices and we sang gloriously but once that glass smashed, it was no longer a duet. I silenced not only Them but Jeff as well. He told me and he told everyone watching that I had no chance of beating him for the Spartan Championship. He had the mis reputation of being the kind of man who "told it like it is" and people always looked to him for honesty. But what happened? Was Jeff proven right again? Was Jeff proven to be the honest man that he always was? No. I exposed Jeff to be the liar that he is. 256 days he held that championship and the first time he put it on the line against me, I take it from his grubby little hands. And now look at me. Your new Spartan Champion in all his glory. 6 foot 3 inches, 225 pounds. Thousands of years of English history living and breathing through this physical vessel you call Reginald Dampshaw III. You shall bear witness to the beginning of the Era of The New Dawn. All shall become a part of The New Dawn or perish.

My first victim since becoming Spartan Champion is the man only known as Kyle. Speaking of the clouds parting, here's a man who always has his head in the clouds. Whatever kind of cloud that is, I don't even want to know. Here's a man who seems to not even know what day it is or where he is at any given point. Am I supposed to be intimidated by him? Am I supposed to fear someone who'd rather spend his nights at some greasy fast food establishment, stuffing his face with garbage? This man has no fighting spirit. This man has no business being in the ring facing me. Is this what you want, OWA? Do you want another person on your payroll to be taken out? You'll have to pay his medical bills. And those bills will be quite high indeed.

Kyle, I want you to listen to this very closely. Take 5 minutes away from your "extracurricular activities" and understand this. You don’t have to be scared, my boy. I know it is very frightening the idea of fighting me, but look at this way. Your defeat is essential. Your defeat is the first victory in the new Decade of The New Dawn. Everything that happened before matters not. What matters is what’s to come. Doesn’t that make you feel so important? You get to be my first….not victim but...sacrifice. Children will be singing your name at the rituals in the coming years. Your effigy will be immolated with respect and reverence. Or, your spirit will be consumed by me and forgotten for the rest of time, I haven’t decided yet. That is up to you. Show me the proper respect and it will be the former. You are fighting the greatest Spartan Champion that has ever or will ever exist. I understand if the awe is overwhelming. I know even someone of your...lower intelligence can comprehend this. I understand if my reputation precedes me as an unshakeable entity, but I face you Sunday night as a mere man. Show me disrespect and I shall appear to you as your deepest, most vivid nightmare from the darkest corners of your mind. But I believe in you, Kyle. I believe that you will get on your knees and bow to me when that bell rings. I really, truly fear what will happen if you don’t.

(The camera opens on Derelict sitting cross-legged inside of a trashed hospital room. He stares ahead blankly with a smile of serenity on his face, like a yogi whose attained inner peace.)

Derelict: I feel as if I've upset you somehow Gareth. Why is that? You say you're sick of hearing my question mark shaped tongue flap in the wind and confuse your punch drunk peanut brain, going as far as to claim that you'll rip it out of my head...and yet...you had your chance to do just that and failed. Do I need to cater to you further? was a submission match not enough? Want me to lay my shoulders on the mat so that you can take the Openweight Championship from me without having to put up a struggle? Maybe I'll have one of my hobo brethren hold the referee at gunpoint so that they'll count at a speed of your liking?

(Derelict braces one of his knees under his chin as his smile grows.)

Derelict: You say I speak in riddles, but I feel as if I've done quite the contrary. I've made my intentions clear, and you've listed my motivations aptly. Keep your championship. It'll make for a good cold compress after I'm done with you. What else does the squeaky wheel want? You want more money? Have mine. Win or lose, you can have my share of the purse if it'll pacify your incessant entitled whining. "Oh wah wah, hims doesn't 'rassle like me want him to". That's you. That's what you sound like. You sound like every other canvas jockey that's crossed my path and claimed they can out wrestle me. So? You don't like how I fight and rely on my size? Tough. Overcome it if you're so damn good.

Being more skilled than me didn't get you the win last time

Being more technically sound didn't stop my fists from careening onto your skull.

Being a better wrestler doesn't matter if I'm not playing by your rules.

I have mattresses full of money that I burn for warmth.

I don't think I even have merchandise. Who'd want a 'cuddle buddy' of me? Or an accurate replica of my Openweight Championship? I'm pretty sure that would violate quite a few health violations.

No one's important.

That's what I tried to drill into your head last time, but apparently I didn't hit hard enough. As much as you claim to hate that gold plated latrine that I call the OWA Openweight Championship, you still wanted it because you think holding it means something. I alone have tapped into that belt's only intrinsic value. I wield it's power like no Openweight Champion before me ever could. You want it to hang on your wall next to a bunch of other meaningless cow hides garnished with glitter because you think that titles are only worthwhile in numbers. No. This title is the end all be all of power in OWA. I hold the booker's pencil when I hold that championship. I write the rules on my own terms. I make it okay to do what I want without repercussion, which is what I'm all about.

(Derelict pulls his other knee beneath his chin and begins rocking on his heels like a giddy child with a secret.)

Derelict: So tell me, he who art better than thou; if you're so above me and my championship then why are we having another match? Why did we draw? Why does it bother you so much that you can't beat me? Is it because the shadow of the thought of me being remotely on your level crossed that circus peanut brain of yours? Me thinks thou protesteth too much, so I do believe that's what's going on here. You're afraid to be like me in any way shape or form. You see poverty staring you in the face and you know it as your equal, and that's your greatest nightmare isn't it? Well I'm about to make it worse, because I'm going to prove that I'm better than you. When that happens, all of those championships on your wall turn to straw and wheat pennies, don't they? What you don't realize that I realize long ago is that they're already worthless. Those accomplishments, those trophies, those self-congratulatory pats on the back that make up you? They're worthless, ergo you're worthless. How does that make you feel? Free? It should. That's how I feel. I feel like I'm floating on thin air, like trash in the wind. Soon you will too, Gareth.

(Derelict wiggles his fingers mockingly at the camera and then snorts in laughter through his deviated septum as the camera fades to black.)

Olympus Promo #1: “The Dog”

(Word Count: 1,107)

Allow the dog simply a taste… and he'll come right back.

Gareth: You know, I can partially blame myself for this one. I will admit, I was a bit too cocky when it came to the course of this match. And I'll also admit that I may have underestimated my opponent in that sort of situation. But remember, this wasn't a loss, it was a draw. A draw where neither of us really had a clear upper hand for more than a few minutes at most. I'm not proud persay, but for someone I thought I was going to put into the ground. The Derelict managed to wrestle in an unorthodox way, be unpredictable, and throw me off my game just enough for it to be a deciding factor in our contest.

Cool, now that I got that out of the way.

Gareth: No. I still do not think Derelict is a good wrestler. Maybe he's good at fighting, maybe he's good at throwing people around. That's all well and dandy, but this is a place where we wrestle. The Derelict simply is not a wrestler. I had to adapt to this environment upon entering into it two years ago,The Derelict hasn't adapted anything.

Maybe he doesn't NEED to do anything more than what he already does. Hey, it's gotten a title around his waist right? A title who's lineage is full of shit and he hasn't made it any better. But a title nonetheless right? Cool. You have a title. Now take your stupid fucking title and fuck back off into whatever hole you came from because you're sure as shit not getting your dirty ass hands on my belt.

Let me teach you a little bit of a lesson Derelict. Keep it in your head for later.

I, am more skilled than you.

I, am more technically sound than you.

I, am a better WRESTLER than you.

I, make more money than you.

I, sell more merchandise than you.

I am more important than you.

I don't give a shit about your moral conundrums over the homeless of the world. I mean, seriously? Legitimately? This is the guy we're giving a title shot? The guy who can't even get a grip on his own motive? The guy who speaks in these weird apparitional phrases that make no sense to anyone or anything around him, likely including but not limited to himself? You don't make any fucking sense you cunt. You just fucking jabber on about people's vice and why they're more greedy than you are and call it good. I'm just about fucking done with trying to DECIPHER the meaning behind whatever fucking babble you're spitting out of your rotten fucking teeth today. I'm just about ready to pull your fucking tongue out so I don't have to hear the shit anymore. Oh yes, I forgot. You don't HAVE to make sense right? Because you're just here to hurt people and make them feel the weight of their guilt and you don't care about any of it and YADA YADA FUCKING YADA. I'M HERE TO FIGHT, NOT WIN CHAMPIONSHIPS. SO JOIN A FUCKING ACTUAL FIGHTING COMPANY AND SEE HOW YOU FARE YOU SAD FUCKING DOLT. AND GET OUT OF MY FACE SO I NO LONGER HAVE TO HEAR YOUR NONSENSICAL SOLILOQUY. THANKS.

Jesus fucking Christ… what is this company resorting to? This guy's big and looks tough, why don't we put him against our biggest star and see how it goes? What a fucking joke. Yeah I underestimated you last time, I even admitted so. But now I can't do that anymore Derelict, I know first hand how you operate. I know from experience how it is you move… or shall I say… lumber around the ring. And might I say… I was impressed with your first performance. But can you repeat it? Can you really catch lightning in a bottle twice? Are you really able to create a moment like this that would be able to define your career, and propel you to superstardom?

Logic and careful reasoning says fuck no.

You decided you were going to shed light on the entire situation in your address to me. But you left me once again with more questions than answers. What, pray tell do I have to prove to YOU? I am the main eventer stepping into this fight. You are the man who STILL has yet to prove his own worth yapping on about capitalism. Let me tell you a statistic Derelict. I have not lost a match since 2018. You know, we are coming into this match in the year 2020. That means I have gone a full calendar year without being pinned or submitted, save for a match in which I still gained the victory. At Civil War. I still have not lost since 2018. Do you think some slack jawed bum ass freak is going to take that away from me? Oh, you do. Of course you do. If you didn't, you wouldn't be fighting me. You'd go back to your cardboard box and never return. Where you belong. I have no need for a hospital bed Derelict. And you sure can afford one. Just like you can afford to not be homeless anymore. You only choose not to do so because when you're homeless, people will pity you for things. It's funny you compared me to some nice souped up sports car, and you to a wall. Because I'm not a sports car Derelict, I'm a set of concentrated explosives. And you've just lit the fuse and set the timer. Demolition is coming Derelict, your big stupid wall is about to be in a million pieces because all you expect is a sports car. No, no I'm not here for your respect Derelict. And I actually don't care about your piddly little list. You may have won your mental battle with yourself at Hardcore Havoc. But you didn't win the most important battle, the one against Gareth Cason. That's fine, it's fine that we drew in our first contest. Because this is a war. And this war is FAR from over. Believe me Derelict, maybe by the end of this… you'll have gained MY respect. The respect of a real champion.

So go ahead…

Take your shot, doggie.

Take your shot at my title, my style and all that I stand for.

But don't you dare miss.

Because when you step into that ring.

You won't be stepping into it with any normal champ.

You'll be facing a champ who is.

LEGIT. FUCKING. DANGEROUS

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) January 1st 2020, 4:33 pm by Guest

The scene opens in a beat-up locker room as a shirtless Hayden Cross paces across the room in a sweat. He’s frantic and his hands are all over the place.

Why? Why am I constantly put in a box like this? Haven’t these people seen Dirty Dancing? You don’t put baby in a corner and you absolutely fucking don’t put Hayden Cross in a box! For those of you who somehow don’t understand what I’m referring to: This so-called “gift” The Keys to the Kingdom were just another excuse to try and keep me happy but the reality is that every week I was forced to put them on the line. Being forced to put the keys on the line is bullshit. I don’t care if those dumbass commentators or you dumbasses out there call it gambling. What I was having to tolerate every week was anything but gambling! When you gamble you get a choice: be in or be out. Why don't I get to choose when I put my bet down!? If I did then I'd still have those keys, that's for damn sure. I'd still be on my way towards my rightful place as OWA Heavyweight Champion but noooo… I was booked into a false sense of security by upper management with matches against people like Kyle and then out of nowhere they throw Arata Asakura, an unknown quantity, right in my face. Facing Arata was like playing Blackjack. The dealer shows you he’s got a face card but you don’t know what that second one is. Sure, it could be an Ace or it could be a 3. Who fucking knows? You don’t bet against that! You never bet against that unless you’ve already got 21! And guess what? I didn’t have 21. Not even close… because up until that point I had been playing with dealers who didn’t know how to play the God damn game and when you force a guy to do something, you're not going to get his best. Eventually some poor sap was going to get lucky against me if I held onto these keys and in this case it was Arata Asakura. Yeah, I’m not unstoppable, big fucking surprise… but I am unrelenting and I will get those keys back. I don’t care if I never have a match with him again. I’ll just take the fucking keys if I have to and I’m telling you right now that this whole “earning keys” situation is done after that. I’m not winning any more matches to prove myself and if anyone even tries to put me through that again they can blow me. After all, what is OWA gonna do about it if I refuse now? The Keys to the Kingdom were already an attempt to appease me and keep me from tearing the roof off of this place. They know I can’t be controlled so they’ll want to make me happy. What’ll make me happy is taking back what’s mine.

Hayden stops in place and rolls his eyes as the words come out of his mouth.

Until then, I have to listen to some God forsaken redneck try to lecture me on how much I somehow suck more than he does. So Jeff… X? Jeff Ten? Do you really, truly think that I’m that easy to just write off? ...Well, now I think about it, do you think? Do you actually give even a second of thought before you open your mouth or have you just got lucky with your trash talking up until now? I thought I was dealing with Jefferson Xerson, the badass from… Askin? Askin, really? You couldn’t just lie and pretend to be from somewhere actually cool? Look at you at your big age bragging about how long you held the bottom tier title! Not only are you a coward for cashing in your keys the moment you had a win under your belt but you also lost to man named Reginald! Meanwhile there are actual champions like Nasir Moore and Finnegan Wakefield who held their world titles for even longer than you. If we wanna brag about long championship reigns then I can throw you back to when I was almost murdered in a dunk tank and had people creeping outside my hotel room window — which was three stories up, by the way — but it was all over a piece of shit title just like the one that you carried for 250 days. And you know what? At least I got that five digit cash bonus as one of the only people to hold that stupid thing for more than a week. Probably comparable to the purse you were getting, right? That’s because the titles we held were! Unfortunately for you, I’m actually upset about where I find myself right now and I’m driven to get to where I should be. Meanwhile, you, the supposed short-tempered redneck, are chilling out on the beach and drinking beer to this deluded idea of yours that you’ll beat me.

Let me start off by saying this: Motherfucker, what don’t you drink to?! You make me look like Mother Theresa without the money laundering... okay, maybe with the money laundering but still, I think you need to lay off the beer if you think I’m MENTALLY OUTCLASSED! Your dumbass went and got himself locked up for TEN WHOLE YEARS for doing the same shit that I may or may not still do every weekend! I may be an asshole but, man, at least I didn’t spend the better part of a decade having to tolerate having everyone else’s meat up mine like I’m an all you can fuck buffet. Tasteless of me to say? Maybe, but at least I’m not the one spewing the kind of cookie cutter garbage you are.. You have this odd misconception that I’m this benchwarmer there to be called in so the “better” guys can get a win over me. Y’know, despite the fact that I’ve got a winning record? I’ve lost twice since I debuted but you’re hoping that people are just willing to gloss over that. Well I’m not going to. I recognise that it’s the same generic crap you could say to just about anyone who isn’t holding a title.

Hayden turns to the camera.

But shit, you mentioned your name with the likes of Layne Kurobane and Aria Jaxon and Nate Cage! You could have named Santa Claus for all I care and it still wouldn’t mean SHIT. You’re not them. Dude, you’re not even remotely close. At best, you’ve been the best of the worst… while I’m at my best when I’m at my worst. And you know what? I’m feeling pretty fuckin’ bad right now. Bad and mad because you’re right, I haven’t been on a Pay-Per-View yet… but why? It’s not because of anything I’ve done, I know that much. You’ve been on plenty though, right Jeff? Yeah you’re on Pay-Per-Views all the time!

Grabbing the camera so that it’s right up in his face, Hayden begins talking directly into the built in microphone.

Maybe, since you think it’s funny that I haven’t had a spot on a Pay-Per-View card yet, I should just kick you in the head and take yours. How does that sound?

Hayden gives a fake smile before dropping the camera down. The feed cuts out.

OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) 1933605587

Miho Li & The HellFighter

Odyssey Promo #1

"May the wrestling gods look down upon and smile upon this pipe bomb bay-bee"

(The scene opens in on new OWA signee, "The Invincible" Miho Li seated on tall wooden stool with a black backdrop right behind her, and standing over her head is her seven foot, three hundred pound coach, retired former wrestler turned manager "The HellFighter" standing stoically over her silently with his arms crossed over him and his white hood pulled over his hood and his mirror shade sunglasses over his eyes.)

"Invincible" Miho Li: "You know, a lot of people could and can only wish that they can hit the reset button, to have an opportunity to turn back the clock and right a serious wrong within their meager lives. Whether it is to correct a mistake, or whatever, but I actually have the chance to do what people only dream. I get to push my reset button and walk into the year 2020 with a clear focus and no having to worry about my 2019 in the form of Omega Wrestling Alliance."

"I know that I have haven't done much last year. I do not have any big time accolades to my name, no big title wins as of yet, but one thing that I do have going for me is that I have proven one thing is that I was born for this business, I have been bred for this business, I have this business coursing through my veins, and I am destined to do big things in this business but what they are I don't know yet but I have a chance to find out and prove what I can do in this business."

"If it is one thing that I have learned about myself is that I am the next generation. As stand on the edge of evolution and I am ready to leap off head first into it. I know that I could do the sensible thing and be like other ordinary little girls my age and go to college, get a degree, maybe meet a nice man whom I can get married, have some rug rats, going insane living happily ever after, but I've never been sensible and being in this business is no place for the sensible. It requires ones who are driven and willing to make the necessary sacrifices to be on top of the world. I am going to be on top of the world. I am going to climb Mount Olympus, I am going to crush the gods of the pantheon until only me shall remain, then I will be like that of Alexander The Great where I will look upon the breath of my domain and weep because I will have no more worlds left to conquer, but I am going to do it right. I am going to do with honor and within the rules. With no cheating, no weapons, just me near broken and bloody and absolute annoying drive to win at all cost."

"Now, for right now all this is just talk until I set foot on rich, never will die regardless of how many hurricanes God throws at it, rich New Orleans soil, step inside the Smoothie King Center, live on OWA Odyssey, and go nose to nose, toes to toes, fist to fist with my very first opponent of 2020 La Llorona. Make no mistake about it Llorona, I know what I am up against, and I walk in ready to face the fight of my life, just like every other fight that I had before in my 2019. It doesn't matter if I fight at the open of a card, in a mid card, or in the main event. I will thrive and I will steal the show and eclipses everything that happens after our match. It won't matter if you're April Song, Stephanie Matsuda, Natalie Cage, Azumi Goto, or Dulce Torres. Everything thing that they do will in their respective matches or segments will pale in comparison to the to the shadow that we will cast over them. We will be all that the OWA and social media talks about. We will steal the entire show."

"Now don't get me wrong Llorona, I know that I may be using you as a stepping stone and I know that you will be far from a cake walk because you won't and I want this. It says that you pull no punches. You bring the hurt and make all of your opponents suffer in that ring and that is the girl that I want. I have seen the red in your ledger, the blood on your hands. I am not intimidated by it in the least, I do not cower or shriek away in fear. In fact quite the opposite my dear because I respect it, I relish it, and this is the woman that I want to face in my debut match on Odyssey this week. I want 'The Murderous One', I want 'The Assassin'. I want you to crack me open, bust me open, make me hurt, make me bleed and I know that it is going to be exactly that. It is going to be a fight to the finish from bell to bell. I want for every fist you throw, every kick you toss, every move you do and no matter how much force or authority or impact it has in it's intent and you see me still kicking out and getting up one thought will ring through your mind and penetrate your soul and that is...

'What does it take to beat this little eighteen year old girl from Riverside, California?"

I am the most naturally gifted athlete the OWA has ever seen and this week at Odyssey I will prove match to match, week to week, scratch and clawing my all the way and it all starts with you La Llorana. I hold the question, and when the smoke has cleared, and the dust has settled, mark my words and heed my declaration, this is my creed, my solemn vow I answer...

I am In-Vin-Ci-Ble!

(The HellFighter places his large hands on Miho Li's shoulders and leans into the view.)

The HellFighter: "And that's she has to say, and you can quote her on that...all of it."

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) December 30th 2019, 11:33 pm by Nyx

Odyssey/Promo No. 1

“A Taste of Things to Come”

April Song... you’ve crossed paths with The Void on many different occasions since our initial arrival to Odyssey, haven’t you? In the relatively short time that we’ve been here, you’ve already had a match with Artemis and at least two matches with Lady Eris. Having earned a hard-fought victory against the former and suffering two losses against the latter, with special mention going to a highly competitive match that you both had at Game Over. Where you came very close to winning the Athena’s Cup, unfortunately for you, Eris proved herself to be the better wrestler on that night. Now, in hindsight, it’s possible that you’re not really concerned about that match anymore. After all, you did manage to win the OWA Goddesses Championship. That should be good enough for you, right? The only thing that truly matters to you is adding more and more championships to your collection. You might say that you’re trying to bring “positive attention” to Odyssey in any way that you can, but that kind of talk doesn’t fool me. Whether it’s a part of your true intentions or not, I can’t help but feel as though you’re trying to make what you desire to accomplish here on Odyssey sound much more noble and selfless than it really is. All this talk of trying to help Roni and set her up for the next stage of her career? To me, it seems so… artificial. Like you’re trying to justify the idea of taking the championship away from a young talent who’s just trying to make a career for herself. Under the guise that it’ll make her into a “real” wrestler, whatever that may mean.

Maybe I’m looking too deeply into all of this. Who knows? Perhaps you’ll be proven right in the end, that this will make her into a “real” wrestler and a worthy champion. Then again, who are you to determine the qualities that actually make a worthy champion, or a “real” wrestler? Do you honestly believe that you’re deserving of being the one who sets the standard around here? You’re a highly capable wrestler, that much is certain, but what isn’t certain is the sheer size of your ego. I’m sure that you’ll mention the fact that you’ve been very successful in this industry, despite the fact that you’ve only been a part of it for nearly 4 years and didn't start wrestling until your 30’s. Don’t get me wrong, that certainly is an impressive feat. So I won’t speak ignorantly and say that you’ve been completely overhyped, or that you’re nothing special and unworthy of anyone’s attention. You won the Goddesses Championship for a reason… but don’t go around thinking that you’re untouchable. I thought that your failure to claim the Athena’s Cup from Lady Eris would’ve been a very humbling experience for you, but I can see now… that just wasn’t the case.

I have to ask: doesn’t that bother you? The idea of having to settle for second-best? No disrespect to the OWA Goddesses Championship, but a woman with your level of talent and ability should be fighting for Odyssey’s top-tier championship. Think about it, had the fates been kinder to you, there’s a very real possibility that you’d already be the OWA Women’s World Champion by this point. You were so close to defeating Lady Eris, and I have no doubt in my mind that you’re capable of winning the championship from someone like Natalie Cage. I mean, do you honestly think that another opportunity at the belt will just present itself to you? Are you really that certain that you’ll manage to win the championship? Especially if the person who holds the belt by that point happens to be the same woman who’s constantly bedevilled you, ever since your initial arrival to OWA? The same woman that you’ve been consistently unable to beat, every single time that you’ve stepped into the ring with her? Personally, I’m not so certain of your ability to defeat Lady Eris. Let alone your ability to defeat me.

Technically speaking, you possess a great deal of advantages that many of your opponents do not. The ability to adapt and adjust your in-ring style to whatever is needed to counter your opponent’s in-ring style is impressive, but it isn’t fool-proof. You can be as flexible and adaptable as you’d like, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’ve got a “dominant” style. A style that you’ll always fall back on when everything else fails. In your case, it’s two styles that go hand-in-hand with each other: strikes and submissions. Beyond those two specific styles, what else do you truly excel at? For example, you’re probably not much faster than me and you’re definitely not stronger than me. While you may possess an impressive level of technical acumen and great athleticism, neither of those things are going to be helping you very much in your match. I mean, they probably would… if I were much smaller than I actually am. Trying to take me down and lock me into a submission would be a lot less difficult, if it weren’t for the fact that I’m nine inches taller than you and more than double your weight. Among the vast majority of the female wrestlers here in OWA, I’m one of the few that manages to truly stand out from the rest. You see, women aren’t really supposed to look like me. They’re not supposed to tower over some men the way that I can. They’re not supposed to be intimidating. They’re not supposed to be as strong as I am. I’m an anomaly. Compared to everyone else that you’ve stepped into the ring with? I am something completely different, and you’d be a fool to try and deny it.

I will use everything that I have at my disposal, in order to leave with a victory. Don’t expect this to be a wrestling match, and don’t expect to try and compete with me in a straight-up fight. You won’t win. What’s going to take you 2-3 well-placed strikes to knock me down to a knee, will only require 1 well-placed strike for me to lay you out. So spare me this talk of your statistical probabilities of winning and my inferiority as a wrestler, because that is all completely meaningless to me. Statistics and ability don’t mean a goddamn thing when you’re the one who’s lying down in the middle of a wrestling ring. A bloody and broken-down mess…

Let that be a sign of things to come.

May darkness fall upon you, and eternal silence reign...

I knew it would be Natalie Cage who retained at Hardcore Havoc. Does that sound mean to say? I watched the match and I hoped that it was Natalie Cage who stood tall from her two other opponents at Hardcore Havoc. However, it wasn’t because I didn’t want Azumi Goto or Stephanie Matsuda to fail in their quest to become OWA Women’s Champion. It was for reasons that are deemed selfish. I wanted to be the one that takes down Natalie. I wanted to be the one that takes the OWA Women’s World Championship and finds myself on top of Odyssey. I want to go down in history as the first woman to have held the Goddesses Championship and OWA Women’s World Championship. When people look back at this small feat, they will think of the name Dulce Torres. A homegrown OWA Alpha, who has been nothing, but loyal. An Alpha who has stayed within the lines with hopes and dreams that she’ll get her moment underneath these humid lights. In a way, you can be a good solider for so long. There are going to be times where you’re going to need to be a bit selfish for yourself and take that risk if it means to become a champion. It’s something that I plan to do at Clash of the Titans as I do the unthinkable and knock Natalie Cage off the pedestal that she stands on at the moment. It’s a task that’s complicated and Natalie is going to push me more than any opponent has pushed me in my career so far. I look forward to that challenge and I look forward to this match as well. I look forward to clashing with one of the so-called 'Aces' of OWA and the Ace of Odyssey.

When it comes the the women - and possibly the entire OWA - aspect of wrestling, I find that there’s only a few that I consider the standard of this company. Aria Jaxon, Tarah Nova and Natalie Cage are three women who have proven day in and day out that they should be inspiration for women starting off in the business. When it came to Aria and Tarah, there was hype and recognition with their names. They were considered big deals and instead of questioning it, I smile, nodded and took those claims as gospel, but it took me sometime to see them in the OWA lights and begin to believe that women like Aria are fantastic wrestlers. Aria’s attitude, the way she carried herself. You can like it or hate it, but you can’t help, but not take your eyes off of her. With Tarah, she was someone that I followed around the wrestling scene and she’s one of my biggest inspirations in wrestling. She was different and she was not afraid to express her difference. She wasn’t afraid to be herself. She was confident and cocky and the opposite of me, but she was someone I inspired to have the mindset off. With Natalie Cage, I had issues with her in the past and she may not be too crazy about me, but she’s good. She’s the champion for a reason and it’s not because Viola DeMarco put her in a pedestal. Natalie did the heavy lifting and it has kept her that OWA Women’s World Championship for as long as possible. When talking about these three women, I don’t have to smile, nod and take people’s word when they call them the best. They have shown that they are the best and they are Aces in this company.

Is Stephanie Matsuda an Ace?

Not at all.

It's a controversial opinion to have in OWA, but I refuse to look at Stephanie and believe that she’s the best. Not the amount of justification and defense that she does for herself is going to change my mind. Stephanie is just another example of someone who waltzed into OWA, being hyped up as something great and people are supposed to smile, nod and go along with the narrative? Yes, she got a championship in another wrestling company, but what has she done in OWA specifically that justifies that she deserves everything that’s been given to her? I don’t care about what she does in JET. I don’t care what she does in EWC and I couldn’t care less what happened in that one company I hear people talking shit about, but I’m not going to open that can of worms at all. I’m going to talk about OWA and from sitting back and reflecting on things, I don't see the hype of Stephanie Matsuda. People can dislike this opinion. They can call me a ‘hater’ and someone who is unaware with history, but nothing that Stephanie Matsuda has done has me in awe. If Stephanie were to look at me and try to turn this logic against me and state that my accomplishments wouldn’t be anything in EWC or JET, I would agree with her. It would be another opportunity to prove myself as anything worthy in any wrestling company that I grace. It would be no issue with me at all. What separates Stephanie Matsuda from Dulce Torres is that people will recognize Stephanie a bit more than this woman from El Paso. I’m aware with how unknown I am in comparison to some of the news that arrived in OWA with stacked resumes. I only wrestled in small promotions in Texas until I got my OWA contract. Meanwhile, Stephanie was building her reputation in other promotions. Stephanie will look at me across the ring and call me inexperience. I don’t have the experience that she has. I don’t have the hype from those in the back like she does. People look at Dulce Torres vs. Stephanie Matsuda in the match card and will claim that it’s going to be ‘nice for Dulce to get ring experience from a veteran like Stephanie’ and how it's going to be a nice match up between the present and the future of wrestling, but they all know that Stephanie will use the opportunity to put herself above the women on Odyssey. It’s almost implying like I don’t have a fighting chance and that doesn't sit well with me.

When she first got signed to Odyssey, Stephanie said something like she was happy to place herself in the women’s division and how she’s wanted to wrestle some of the women on the brand. To me, it seemed like it was a downgrade for her to be on Odyssey and to wrestle some of the best women in this company. I wouldn’t be shocked if she goes back to Kingdom or Olympus after this season is over. Stephanie may look at this an experience to check something off her bucket list, but I look at being part of this brand as my career. I have no aspirations to step outside of this brand. I have no desire to do that. Even though, I can out wrestle and clash with some of the best on Kingdom and Olympus and Civil War was an example of that, I could never see myself leaving Odyssey. To Stephanie, it seems like she’s going back to her glory days where she put herself on an all-female brand believing that she can add something to her resume. She thought it was going to be so easy for her to climb up the ranks based on name alone, but Natalie didn’t make things easier for her. Just like I’m not going to make things easy for Stephanie. In her mind, I wouldn’t be shocked if Stephanie’s like ‘Dulce is a good wrestler, but she won’t be another Stephanie Matsuda!’ Or 'Dulce is a good wrestler, but I’ll be able to defeat her!’ I’m not going into this match this week and looking to be Stephanie’s victory to bounce back from Hardcore Havoc. I’m aware that Natalie will be making her presence on commentary, but I refuse or her presence to knock me off my A-game. It adds a bit more pressure because I don't want to make Natalie look down on me for losing to a woman that she’s already defeated. That doesn’t send a message. That doesn’t justify that I’m deserving to face her at Clash of the Titans. I’m aware in the situation that I am against Stephanie this week. To be able to knock off someone who is has hype surrounding her would be amazing. If there is anything that I’m good at, it's defeated women with a bit of hype. Stephanie Matsuda is going to be no different than the rest of them. Perhaps, she’ll put up a WAY better fight than those that I’ve faced in the past, but she’ll end up like them.

Just because I don’t see the hype in Stephanie Matsuda, does that mean I don't respect her? Well, I can't necessary hate people who haven't given me much of an issue. I don't think that I’ve truly despised people during my time in wrestling and going into this match, I don’t despise Stephanie. I just don’t buy in her hype. She may look into this match with me trying to prove something to her, but I don't see it like that at all. I see it as Stephanie trying to defend her legacy and what makes her this amazing Alpha that people want to face in the ring. If she’d insist on me proving that I am the best thing coming out of this brand, then I have no issue with doing that at all. I never need an excuse to have a classic wrestling match and Odyssey this week will be no different.

(Udy walks into a darkened room with a chair in middle and a light hanging directly above it. He takes the seat. The wall at the back shows graffiti images depicting fear, war and conflict)

So how has everyone been? Its been almost two months since I stepped into this ring. So where had I been?

(Udy turns serious and takes on a darker tone from the initial jovial one)

I have been doing some soul searching with help of my friends. Thank you Dr. Ryland. And “IT” showed me a way to channel my aggression and chaos in a better way. So thank you!

(Udy laughs a bit before suddenly going silent)

So as a comeback match, this week I will face JD Damon. The man who calls himself “The Ultimate Disharmony” and “The War King”. Oh how I salivate at the idea of the fight. The soul is waiting to be honored by blood and bones!

(Udy smirks now)

But that begs a question. Why are you even back JD? To continue your downward spiral into non relevance? I mean JD Damon when you signed in for this match, didn’t you realize that you sanctioned yourself to hell? You my friend have just subscribed to a terror, a beating and chaos that you have never ever comprehended. Your so called brand of hardcore will pale in comparison man. I mean your squabble with Arata? That’s supposed to intimidate me? It doesn’t man. You actually think your stupid barrage of words going to effect me? You actually think I would care when you will eventually run your mouth? Or may be you will just stay silent and let the fate entangle its fingers around your throat strangling you. May be that will be best for you.

(Udy stretches a bit)

You say you came back for yourself, didn’t you? You say you can back up every word you utter from that gutter you call mouth? Well you can’t do shit man. You don’t awe me or strike me as someone I should be afraid of. In fact you sound like someone who needs Dr. Ryland’s therapy or may be a rendezvous with “IT”. Because they can humble you to the point you stare at your true self. They can help with your self realization. Which is that you are just a broken down man whose best days are over.

(Udy looks up and removes his steampunk wolf mask showing his new joker themed facepaint)

You see JD Damon what awaits you is plain and pure chaos. Can’t you see? Your journey has been a fated one with the final destiny being a discordant harmony of painful realization.

(Udy starts acting crazy and starts laughing crazily now and shakes till he starts gasping for air and slowly goes quiet)

They say time is the only constant and death is the ultimate reality but I say end is a myth! I am the only constant man. I am the ultimate reality and you will be in perpetual oblivion and the unknown! I will also be by your side as you slowly embrace the reality on Sunday. This new year will begin with your end as you know it. But you what? You may still be the butterfly if you take my suggestion and start metamorphosing from your current state of juvenile perpetuity.

(Udy starts making weird ticking sounds)

Let me paint the unknown reality with you JD. Let me show you the way! You ask what? You ask who?

(Udy stands up now and gets a serious look on his face)

I am your demise and your salvation! I am your hand that writes and paints your fate. I am the Picasso of fear...I am Van Gogh of unknown and I am Beethoven of your nagging conscience...I am Bach of the cold hard truth...I am Tagore of the only truth that's going to be your destiny, the grand oblivion. Or I can paint and write a different story!

(Udy starts walking backwards)

Choice is yours JD Damon Baybay! It can be oblivion or it can be embracing your reality!

(The light suddenly goes off)

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) December 27th 2019, 1:23 pm by **Mav.**

The National Treasure

Chapter One, Part One

It is one week before Christmas, the festive holiday season is in full swing as we open the scene within the busy streets of Waterford City. Just less than twenty-four hours before his flight to Newark for a title fight, we’re met with one of Omega Wrestling Alliance’s newest signings to their Olympus roster, Maverick. He’s met with one of his close childhood friends, Devin Portman, where they begin their Christmas present shopping. They take a seat in the middle of the City Square where they place their bags down and take a quick smoke break.

“I hate fucking shopping for my girl… She’s tough to buy for, she asks for too much and is annoyed when she doesn’t get what she really wants.”

Maverick looks over to Devin, exhaling out a cloud of smoke.

“Could be like me, fucking single and that.”

“Was a bit dreadful how she did that to you, never thought she’d be like that.”

“Shit happens, anyways, I’m living my best life with my current career status. Signed to this place called OWA and they are getting really popular as of late.”

“I’ve heard about this… Tell me more, any word on an opponent?”

Maverick takes a quick drag from the vape pen before exhaling more smoke from his nose.

“Yeah, there is. Jacob Sol, soulful is his nickname and he’s a bartender. I’ve been put on the Olympus brand and that’s like the B tier roster.”

“Don’t you think that’s a bit harsh?”

"Not really, I mean they don't have the popular names like Nate Cage or Finnegan Wakefield on their brand... That's Kingdom, Dev. I mean, look on the Olympus roster, man... Jesus Christ? Muhammad the Magnanimous? Is this some kind of fucking joke? Fuck it, those two had a Three Stages of Heaven match! What sort of fucking shite is that?"

"I think you're being a bit too overdramatic, not all of them are... dumb... as they may seem, it's not like you can't beat all of them."

"Maybe you're right, maybe I'm overthinking this. But that's not going to change the fact I'm the biggest thing they're gonna have going into the new year. Seeing all these new champions, including Kenny Drake... They've got to have eyes in the back of their heads."

Devin looks away with a slight smile.

"Don't ever change, Jason. Don't ever fucking change."

"I tend to never change, but I'm going to change OWA for the better... when I make it to the top of the mountain and become their king."

A smirk grows onto Maverick's face as the scene fades out from that image.

The scene begins on Christmas Eve, the mood is fulfilled with Christmas spirit as well as the home of the man who stands out on the balcony of his apartment home in Wexford Town. That man turns around as it shows to be Maverick standing with a smile on his face as he looks towards the camera that records him. Resting on both his shoulders are the XHW Undisputed Championship on his left and his customized XHF X*Crown Championship on the right, two titles he recently fought for within the last week, his newly won X*Crown Championship being something he won this past weekend.

“Well well well… Omega Wrestling Alliance, how are we doing? I know what you must be thinking, who the fuck is this guy just walking in and saying hello, flexing on us with his championship belts from other promotions… I’d rather not use the word flex but to use the terms of ‘showing talents’ because to flex… This means you’re really fucking good at what you do or have a legacy of talents. I can’t say I have that sort of legacy just yet but if you keep yourself tuned in, I think you’ll find out sooner rather than later what I’m all about.”

He winks to the camera, keeping that smile on his face.

“But when it comes to legacies and building one, it leads me to OWA, it’s time for my own legacy to be built within this company. Now, I’m guessing a lot of you don’t know who I am, and that’s okay because soon you’ll know who I am, soon you’ll realize you’ve got one hell of a Prodigy on your hands. Soon you’ll realize you’ve got one of the best that this company has ever seen! And of course, there will be that one guy who’ll be out there saying Nate Cage is better or Arata Asakura, Finnegan Wakefield or even the World Champion himself, Kenny Drake… Throw their names around, do it as much as you want but would you be seeing my care in the slightest?”

He questions to the camera.

“Not a fucking chance.”

He begins to laugh, turning back to the doors that lead to the balcony. He takes a step outside and takes a deep breath before coming close to the glass barrier in front of him.

“I guess it’s finally time to say my name, right? My name is Jason Mavis-Long or as you will be knowing me by my alias… Maverick. I know, I know, I’ve heard so much about Kevin Maverick already in OWA, I can’t even go a day without mentioning OWA and someone would say out of the blue THERE’S A KEVIN MAVERICK, DID YOU JUST STEAL HIS LAST NAME??”

He takes a deep sigh.

“The number of times I’ve had to tell them I’ve been using the Maverick name since the old days of the indies, it’s actually unbearable to even think back to them days. But enough of all that, in just over a week from today, I get to make headlines and debut for OWA and show the world my true talents. And my first vict- I mean, opponent… It’s Christmas, we’ve got to keep things humble and sweet for now. My first opponent is a man who goes by the name of ‘Soulful’ Jacob Sol. I’m sorry but if you have a name like that, then you’re really not going to make it far in the business, I’ll tell you that for nothing.”

He gives off a cheeky grin.

“Now a bartender to a wrestler is something I've not heard of before, I’ll give you that bit of a career leap. It’ll be impressive to see if you actually have it in you to leave me shaken not stirred like a James Bond martini but seeing how you’ve got yourself the most generic moveset and have been wrestling for close to five years against someone who’s done a lot within two years, has the most advanced arsenal of moves that you’ll find on any wrestler and is better than you in every way possible! Jacob, I am at the top of my career and I’ve only peaked those two years. You’ve done this for five and nobody’s ever heard of you, you’ve never done anything noteworthy and to be frank with you… Nobody’s gonna remember you after I put you facing up to the lights.”

He chuckles.

“So to see you try and make an attempt would be a delight, I’d love to see it happen but right now or until you show me you actually are something I should be afraid of… Then I can finish you within a minute and trust me… I’ve been making a name for myself doing exactly just that. So you can show up, get slapped up and have the timer reach less than one minute all to leave you embarrassed and have you running back to your family in tears because you couldn’t do the job right for their business or you can go for the more simpler option for you, Jacob.”

That same grin appears once more to deliver the last line.

“You could just not show up, I’ll understand… Nobody wants to come close to me.”

The scene fades to black with the image of Maverick and his grin being the last thing we see.

New Year, New Goals

Morehead City, North Carolina

12/26/19

The scene opens up to a beautiful Carolina beach in the midday. It’s unusually warm weather for late December as the sun beams down on the waves crashing into the sand, one after another. Despite the beautiful conditions however, there aren’t many people around as it would appear that we are far enough down the beach that we’re too far out of the way for most tourists or beach dwellers. There is one man there however. Former Spartans Champion Jeff X sits atop some rocks along the sand dunes, just watching the tide roll in. He’s dressed in a faded pair of Levi’s jeans and an old plain gray shirt that’s had the sleeves cut right off of it to reveal the detailed ink in that tattoos that cover Jeff’s muscular arms. As usual, his Realtree camouflage hat sits atop his head and his dog tags hang from the chain around his neck, but he also is wearing a pair of sunglasses to shield his eyes from the beaming sun. He grasps the bottle of Jack Daniel’s whiskey tightly as he brings it up and presses it to his lips, taking a rather impressive sized swig from it as he continues to just watch the waves come in and out. He looks mesmerized by it - almost as if in a trance. But strangely enough - despite the events of Hardcore Havoc...he looks oddly at peace with everything. The camera zooms in on him even closer as he begins to speak with that familiar hint of a southern accent that we’ve come to know all too well.

“I’ve had a little over a week to process the events that transpired at Hardcore Havoc. I’ve spent that time reflecting over everything that happened. Second guessing all of my decisions that night and wondering what little things I could have done differently to change the outcome. But I’ve realized that that’s nothing more than a waste of my time. You can’t go back and you can’t change the past. The simple fact of the matter is that I’m no longer the OWA Spartans Champion. And I’d be lying to you if I told you that didn’t sting. I put my all into that title reign. I gave it everything I had, every single night, to bring honor and prestige to the Spartans Championship. I wore that belt for 250 consecutive days and I was more proud of that, than I have been of anything else in my career up to this point. And with the smashing of one bottle...all of that was taken away from me. I lost my title...but I feel like I lost so much more. I feel like I lost a piece of my soul. To put in so much work...all the blood, sweat, and tears that I’ve put into that championship...only to have it ripped from my grasp in the time it took the referee to slap the mat three times...it's truly painful.”

Jeff sighs as he pulls a pack of Marlboro Reds from the pocket of his jeans. He lights one up, taking a drag from it as he exhales a cloud of smoke into the ocean air.

“But I’m not naive. I knew that my reign as champion wouldn’t last forever...I just wasn’t prepared for it to end now...not like that anyway...but it is what it is. That’s the way it goes in this business sometimes and all you can do is suck it up and try to regroup. Truth be told, there wasn’t much left for me to accomplish as the Spartans Champion anyway. I took that title as far as I could and my reign had pretty much hit its peak. I feel completely comfortable saying that I was the greatest champion that ever had the privilege to hold that belt and I can rest easy at night knowing that nobody will ever be able to take that away from me. But now the time has come for me to move on to new challenges and different obstacles. While I took great pride in spending the last six months ruling the Spartans division...I have many other goals and aspirations that I want to achieve during my career and the time is now to start checking some items off of my list. With the Clash of Titans match right around the corner, I have the perfect opportunity to earn my way to Final Destination much like I did last year...only this time it won’t be the Spartans title I’m coming for...no...I’m after the OWA World Championship. While it was truly a feel good moment to see Kenny Drake emerge from Hardcore Havoc with the title...I want to make it perfectly clear that that I have his gold locked firmly in my sights...and once I set my mind to something, there isn’t a man on this roster that can stop me from getting what I’m after. If you don’t believe me, just go ask Layne Kurobane and Nate Cage. They thought they could stop me last year and they both had to find out the hard way that it was a futile endeavour. Just as Kenny Drake, along with the other twenty nine Alphas competing in the Clash of Titans match will soon find out. 2020 is a brand new year and it’s the perfect time for me to do what I was born to do and take this entire company over. I’ve felt for a long time now that I’m the best god damn wrestler on the planet...and this year...I’m going to prove that to the entire world. To all the doubters...all the naysayers...I’m going to prove them all wrong this year. Mark my words...2020 WILL be the year of Jeff X. And that starts on the very first Kingdom of the new year...against none other than Hayden Cross.”

Jeff pauses to take another drag from his cigarette and yet another long swig of whiskey.

“Hayden...I knew that our paths would likely cross eventually. I’ve been keeping an eye on you from a distance and I must say...I have rather mixed opinions on you. On one hand, in a way, you remind me a lot of a younger version of myself. Confident, brash, edgy, not afraid of a fight. I can respect that. Hell, I even kind of like that. You and I share all of those different traits Hayden, but that is where the similarities come to an end. Because the difference between us? The difference is that I actually have a name that is to be respected around here Hayden. I’ve worked for my spot here and fought my way through the rankings to get to where I am today and I still have yet to grow complacent because trust me son...I’m nowhere near done climbing. You on the other hand? You haven’t earned anything here. You haven’t worked for a single god-damn thing. What’s your most notable achievement to date? Hm? Becoming the second man to hold the Keys to Kingdom? Don’t get me wrong...that’s a huge honor. As the inaugural winner of them, I would know. But you didn’t actually have to do shit for them, did you? While I had to defeat five other Alphas at Divine Retribution to claim my keys...you were merely handed them as a reward for simply existing. So you accepted your handout like a common fucking beggar and what did you do with it Hayden? Did you turn this amazing opportunity that was literally gift-wrapped for you into a championship? Of course not. Because unlike myself, you’re incapable of capitalizing on your opportunities. You let Arata Asakura swoop right in and take those keys from you. Arata Asakura! Literally a BRAND NEW face to OWA walked right in here off the streets and, in his first fucking match, took the one thing that you actually had going for you away. And I know you went on your little trip over to Japan and attacked some fucking rookie trainee to make Asakura aware that you have every intention of getting your keys back...but let’s be honest Hayden...you’re not really going to do that...are you? No..that would actually require you to have to work and earn something on your own and you...quite simply...just don’t have the physical or mental makeup that it actually requires to do that, do you? Hell...the only reason you got the keys in the first place is because they were given to you. And I know, I know...I’ve heard your little spiel about how OWA gave you those keys because they knew what kind of talent you are...but you and I both know that’s not true, don’t we Hayden? If anything they were given to you out of pity. If OWA really thought you were so damn talented...where were you at Hardcore Havoc? Riddle me that. Or hell...where have you been at ANY pay-per-view for that matter? You’ve been here six months now and have yet to do a single thing of importance. I haven’t missed a single big show that Kingdom has participated in since my arrival here over a year and a half ago...hell by my second pay-per-view I was HEADLING the fucking thing. Meanwhile you’re sitting in catering watching the rest of us actually make some real money. Why is that Hayden? Why are you constantly left off every single big card that the OWA has ever put together? It’s a simple answer...it’s because you’re just not good enough to be there. You’re an afterthought who’s not in the same league as people like myself, Aria Jaxon, Layne Kurobane, or Nate Cage. Hell even names like Devon Slayton have had their chances to shine on the big stage but you? Nah...you’re just another name to fill out the Kingdom card from time to time. Somebody to keep the difference makers in this company warmed up for the shows that actually do draw the big money. That’s your sole purpose of being here. You can deny it all you want, but you’re just lying to yourself. Facts are facts. If you have any delusions to the contrary...I will happily dispel them for you on the next Kingdom.”

Jeff takes one last drag from the cigarette before flicking it out into the sand.

“Face it Hayden...you’re physically, as well as mentally, outclassed in every single way this week. You’re fucking screwed...and unlike what you did to Arata...I don’t have to go attack some poor kid that trains at your old boxing gym to make you aware of it. You already know. After Kingdom, you will be left with nothing. No keys, no place on the roster, no self-respect. Nothing. But never fear...because for the first time in your pathetic excuse for a career, you’ll finally have taken part in something noteworthy. Cause for the rest of time, you will be associated as the first name that Jeff X took down on his path to the OWA World Championship. While there will be many more to come after you...you will always have that privilege of being the first. So congratulations on that tremendous honor Hayden. I’ll fucking drink to that.”

Jeff stands to his feet as he tips the bottle up once more, allowing the amber liquid to flow down his throat as the camera pans back out towards the water.

[Fade to Black]

Character Development Piece
The Fallen Road (Part 5)

Date: 19/4/2019
Location: Glenroy, Victoria, Australia
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?: It's been a while.

(This voice makes me smile, as I sit atop the charcoal fibre couch in my living room, across from its owner; the *only* person I truly trust in the media these days, Jessica Simpson.

We've just finished up an interview where I pretty much reiterated what I've said on social media ever since I walked away from OWA and in spite of my introspective look into myself in Newcastle last month.

I don't know if I'll ever be back inside of the ring again. Because I don't.)

"It has. Thanks for coming over though, because I know you have a busy schedule and your own exclusive interview with Ryan Miller coming up. So, I wouldn't wanna take up *too* much of your time."

(She allows a soft; calm laughter to leave her lips, sensing the sarcasm in the inflection of my last sentence.)

Jessica: You know I *always* have time to interview you, Scotty. After all, why do you think I chase you down for them so often?

(It's my turn to laugh now, as she's right. She is extremely persistent when it comes to attempting to coax me into giving her an interview.

Or at least a little bit of insight into what *might* be going on inside my head at any given moment.

That's probably one of the reasons I trust her though - she's as persistent as she is because she knows me; she knows I don't like people attempting to 'spin' or make my words into something they're not.)

"True, True."

I've never been the biggest fan of interviews. They're not my style. I'm one of those people where if I'm gonna say something, I'll be the one to tell you myself. Whether that bs when I plan on returning to the ring or what is my favourite food, I'd rather not have it transcribed by a third party. Where comments can be misconstrued and taken out of their intended context.

It's how I've *always* been.

But with Jessica, it's different. She's someone who understands; knows exactly what I'm saying and how to authentically present it. How to keep my words within their true context.

Maybe it's because we've known each other for damn near 15 years now, maybe it's because she actually listens and comprehends me. I am dunno.

"Anyway, how has life been for you?"

(Deciding to break the short-lived but piercing silence that had begun to manifest, I allow a soft smile to cross my lips.)

Jessica: Tiring but good, honestly. Been in overload with interviews and fixing up my new house, so that's been fun.

"So you got the place then?"

(She nods, as I give her a warm look of approval.)

"That's great to hear. Congrats."

Jessica: (gently laughing) Thanks. How have you and Bianca been since the wedding?

"We've been good. Same as you in terms of being busy with the gym, Adams Enterprises and other deals we have in the works.:

(Jessica raises her eyebrow about two inches from her browline at those last few words. Her interviewer sense beginning to tingle, as she's interested in what might be in the works.)

Jessica: Care to divulge information on those deals?

(Picking up her crimson pen off her lap, she slightly taps it against her notepad in a manner much akin to how talk show hosts attempt to acquire answers from callers, though I simply shake my head and smile in response.)

"Nah. At least, not right now."

The worst thing a person can do is playing their hand before the cards have even been dealt with. State just what's been planned, before you even know if it's even feasible. As all you're doing is setting yourself up for disappointment.

For failure.

Especially in the world of business, where the marketplace is a volatile landscape; business sharks are always lurking. Always looking to swoop in and take a deal away. Or even your own partners in a deal are scheming. Attempting to make leverage for themselves.

I probably shouldn't have even mentioned I had deals in the works to Jess, but I know she's not gonna let the word get out. She's not that sort of interviewer - another reason I trust her.

(She nods, before leaning back in her chair and letting out a sigh of relaxation, before smirking to herself. Almost as if she remembered something. Yet she remains silent, as I slightly wriggle myself against the cushion.)

"You remember something?"

(She softly glances over, yet still in her almost daydream like state. Almost as if she didn't hear the question.)

She's doing what I used to do sometimes during classes - drifting off into a daydream, whilst zoning out external distractions. Which to her right now, includes me. Finding her 'zen' as some people might call it and taking a relaxing; introspective look into one's self.

I'd be lying if I said I hadn't done this myself over the past few months. Trying to zone everything out and remember what's best for *me*.

Jessica: Huh?

(She looks around, not realising she had just zoned out, before softly blushing.)

"It's fine."

(Instinctively saying that I glance at her, before turning my eyes towards the window, awaiting Bianca to return from doing the shopping at Broadmeadows.)

Jessica: (sighing as she shakes her head) Anyway, if I remember correctly, you mentioned you had a kid on the way.

I was wondering when she'd bring this up. It surprised me that she didn't mention it once during the interview portion of our chat, but also somewhat thankful.

Neither I or Bianca really want the world's prying eyes upon us and our child. Especially in today's landscape. If the public is gonna find out about this, it'll be when the child is born - in September.

"Yeah. A girl due in September."

Jessica: (smiling) Congratulations. You got a name picked out?

(I nod slightly.)

"Yeah. Lucina."

(Jessica broadly smiles as she nods on approval.)

Jessica: I LOVE that name.

(Smirking) "It's my favourite name honestly - so angelic."

Jessica: Yep. You got a baby shower planned?

(I shake my head and slightly laugh, though jer playful inflection lets me know she realises Bianca is the one controlling that aspect of it.)

"You gotta ask Bianca. She's the one planning all that. I haven't a clue about that kinda stuff."

As meticulous as I am when it comes to planning; preparing everything in my life, this is something I've never experienced before.

Something that I can honestly admit I don't have the first clue how to plan out and prepare for. Luckily, Bianca does, so I'm just staying in my lane and let her map out the nitty-gritty of it all.

(Jess simply nods and smiles, almost in surprise that there's something that I *don't* know how to plan out. Then again, she also knows that I could be bluffing - though I'm not - and delegating it to Bianca.)

Jessica: Will do. I can't wait to see her.

(Her voice gleeful, she looks into my eyes, as I gently smile. Knowing that Lucina is the newest light awaiting me. That life, we finally starting to find its true course. It's the true light.)

(End).

[size=66]I saw what you did to Layne Kurobane at Hardcore Havoc, Bull Connors and I loved it. You're one hell of a crazy son of a bitch and I like it.[/size]

[size=66]But hey, I suppose you don't care about that. You speak nothing but bad things about me and that's fine, that's alright because I don't want you to like me either, Bull.[/size]

[size=66]You see, you're not the first person and most likely won't be the last to make fun of my OWA career. I'm aware I lack of success but should I care about that? Heck no. All I want to do is just have fun by snapping people's ankle. I'm good at it and Bull, I'm glad that I'm a target of your hatred because I don't have to be sorry when I really do snap your ankle.[/size]

[size=66]That's why I'm proud of being in your words...second Banana to Nate Cage. Hell, you and him are identically look alike now. Not based on your how you both look alike of course, you're fat and he looks great, but you're not even allowed to call Cage a lunatic because you're one too. As I said before, you're a crazy son of a bitch, Bull but you're not the most qualified person to call Cage as a lunatic.[/size]

[size=66]Hell, I don't think you're aware enough of what kind of a lunatic you really are for what you did to Layne and that's spell a disaster for you. You may be a former World Champion but you're not as dangerous as you think you are. Your hatred isn't enough to turn me into a victim of yours. No, no, you're just a fat egotistical son of a bitch. Nothing more and nothing less. If you don't like what I'm saying then do something about it![/size]

[size=66]Feel the anger and hatred you claim that you have, Bull, you're gonna need it. I may lack of success but I'm still capable enough to kick your fatass all around the ring. Unlike you, I don't need hatred to snap an ankle of my opponent, all I need is just my brain to figure out what I need to do in this match.[/size]

OLYMPUS PROMO 1

(A silent mechanical beeping emits from the darkness as the disembodied hoarse voice of the derelict whispers into the camera.)

"There aren't many people that I respect in OWA, Gareth. I want you to understand that. There haven't been many who've came at me promising they'd show me the error of my ways as a man who fights within his own means to get the job done that have walked away without compromising their own self-appointed morals just to survive against me. Everyone loves wagging their thick tongues about technical savvy, sportsmanship, and being better wrestlers than me, but it rarely holds up to scrutiny once they stand across from me in that ring. In fact, the only men who haven't walked away from singles encounters with me with a loss are those who didn't pretend to be noble sportsmen or the best in the world. True warriors live and die by every physical encounter with opposition. They don't care about gold, they don't care about victories; they care about walking away."

(The hushed wheeze of a respirator joins the growing band of robotic noises. In, out, in and then out again. The machine breathes placidly as it keeps steady beat with the vital signs monitor.)

"You're almost there, Gareth. You've almost attained the clarity of a competitor who realizes that every fight is for their career, their life, and their very salvation. You don't let referees hinder you with their hollow authority. You don't show mercy when someone begs for it through their gnashed teeth, because deep down you know that they're only asking for an opportunity to hurt you again. You don't let a silly thing like self-respect and honor get in the way of a good fight. It's a characteristic I've noticed in every champion in Omega Wrestling Alliance, but what the weak willed and starry eyed among us who haven't attained the high ranks of championing a division don't understand is that's what it takes to get gold and keep it. You know this. I know this. I'd like to believe the world knows this after our match at Hardcore Havoc. If our battle woke up the locker room to the severe reality of this profession of ours, then it's worth the knots on the head and the rotator cuff that feels like it's socket's lined with glass shards digging into my shoulder joint. We left one another in quite the way, didn't we? I can't wait to do it again. So anyway, back to that golden word 'respect'. I suppose you wonder if you're on that short list of names that I respect around here. You'll say you don't care or that it doesn't matter, but deep down I'm sure it does. Ironically, that may be the biggest reason that I do not respect you. Not yet anyway. Do you want to know why? or is it too obvious for me to have to explain? You're a smart boy. A thick boy, but a smart boy, so I'll go ahead and paint you a picture. Heading into Hardcore Havoc the cards were all placed on your side of the table. I even threw in my own ace in the hole to sweeten the pot in your campaign for gold. I gave you a match that you would've dominated in against any other man, woman, or other on our roster. I put my gold on the line. I handed you everything in order to beat the house, and yet all you managed to do was break even. I know what the record books will say, and I know that on paper your reign will look pristine even with the blemish of a draw on the books, but I came out of that match feeling like I had won. I had exposed you as the heavyweight champion who couldn't get the job done. I did everything I set out to do in that match and then some. I proved to every single person out there once again that no matter what you know or who you know, when you run a 6'0'', 212 lb high performance sports car into a 6'8'', 315 lb wall, no matter how many cup holders or seat warmers or added utilities that cute little sports vehicle has, it wont overcome a big dumb wall that only exists to stop the momentum of sports cars."

(The sterilized hum of an overhead bulb clicks to life as the darkness begins to part in the presence of flickering fluorescent bars just behind an empty hospital bed cling to life momentarily, and then illuminate to full power.)

"I don't know who this bed belongs to yet, Gareth. The answer's not me because I don't have insurance, so by process of elimination I'd have to guess that it's on reserve for you. Maybe you just left one, but this one's waiting in the not-too-distant future of 2020. Do you hear it calling you with it's siren song of hums, beeps, bells, and whistles? do you hear it breathe for you and you alone? If you don't now, you soon will. I don't dabble in industry politics, I don't consider myself a big time player in wrestling or anything, and I don't really need another chunk of scrap to haul around. I don't want your gold, Cason. I don't believe in it. It's like Santa Claus to me. It's just another empty symbol of capitalism. Besides, it doesn't get me matches the way I like them. I know you want my Openweight Championship, but as far as I'm concerned you had your greatest chance of taking it away from me plopped down in your lap and you blew it. I will give you another shot to make me believe in your hype though. That belt of yours is only as attainable as a victory over the man holding it. I don't think you're unbeatable. I think competitors that are incapable of beating me could easily put you away. Prove me wrong. Really, I want you to. I want to believe in the Gareth Cason that Gareth Cason believes in. I want a no frills, repurposed, demolition derby car running full bore into this big wall. I want something that isn't afraid of scratching the paint and looking less pristine. I want form over function, and I do think that you're capable of that Gareth. I think you could be that combatant that isn't afraid to look ugly, that isn't in it for a fresh coat of gold paint, and isn't worried about losing some gaudy hood ornament in a collision. I'm glad our belts aren't on the line come next year because I know if they were you'd try everything within your power to not jeopardize your reign instead of throwing caution to the wind and giving me a real fight for your life. Let me see the Gareth Cason who exists when the pressure isn't on. Let me see the man who doesn't stoop to a draw finish when he starts to loosen the grip on his gold. No stakes. Nothing to earn but my respect and a victory over one of the most dominant monsters to ever darken an OWA canvas with his shadow. I've taken away your five aces, I've pulled you out of the casino, and I've given you nothing to win and only a growing reputation to lose. No more gym fights, no more hobo bombardments, no more silly trinkets that are only defined by our actions. All that's left is you, me, a referee makes three, and a hospital bed covered in heated blankets and future regrets. Give me what I want and you just might attain what you truly desire. Come at me half committed, and I'll give you a place to stay for the foreseeable future. I'm not a greedy man Gareth, but I do live by standards that I expect to see in every OWA champion. Show me that you can live up to them. Show me that you can put me away. If you don't, then say bye bye to any chance of ever setting sight on this bad boy every again."

(A bedpan flies into shot and lands on the foot of the bed, spilling it's vile and unspeakable contents, along with the OWA Openweight Championship, onto the pure white bedspread. As the stain spreads and begins to drip over the sides of the bed, Derelict chuckles until his hoarse throat turns his guffaws into painful sounding, voice cracking, wheezes that only subside just as the camera fades to black.)

Olympus/Promo No. 1

“Just Another Victim”

“Poor Layne...”

“Poor, poor Layne...”

“What did he do to deserve that?”

“What did he do to deserve being dropped on his fucking head?”

“It was completely uncalled for.”

“A random act of violence, and a senseless act of cruelty.”

“Except for the fact… that it wasn’t random, nor was it senseless. It was completely and utterly deliberate. I didn’t decide to attack Layne for no reason at all, I didn’t decide to attack him purely on a whim, and I definitely didn’t do it for Tarah. I did it for one reason and one reason only: to make a statement. What I did to Kevin Maverick was nothing more than a precursor for what was going to come next. He served as only the beginning of my rebirth. I knew that I needed to make an example out of someone else, someone who’d already established themselves as a top-tier talent in OWA. Someone that would put everybody else on fucking notice. A reminder to every single motherfucker in this company that I am still here, and that I don’t plan on sitting back while somebody else tries to take my spot. No, I am here to stay. I’m here to get the championship that rightfully belongs to me back from that lesbian-haircut-having, limey son of a bitch. If it means that I’ll have to take some desperate measures to make my way back to the top of this company… then that’s perfectly fine. All that matters to me, is being able to have the Omega Heavyweight Championship around my waist once again.”

“Layne and Maverick are nothing more than sacrificial lambs for my re-ascension to greatness. Steps that needed to be taken, in order to let everyone know that despite what transpired at Civil War, I refuse to be kept down. I know now that if I wanted any chance of getting the championship back, I needed to get my killer instinct back. Trying to play by the rules and do the right thing? That sounds very nice and pleasant, but it lacks any and all sense of practicality. It’s pure idealism. Sometimes, you will need to bend the rules. You can’t always make the right decision. You will inevitably have to hurt certain people to achieve your dreams. It’s dangerous to believe otherwise. I acknowledge the fact that I probably wouldn’t have this mindset right now if things went a bit differently, but I know for a fact that this was inevitable. I would’ve had to lose the Omega Heavyweight Championship eventually. I would’ve had to deal with the reality of my situation at some point in the future. The reality that... I made a mistake. The mistake of thinking that anyone can ever understand me, my motivations and my desires… more than I am able to. The moment that I thought that anyone else could do such a thing, was the moment that I’d unwittingly set myself up for failure. I’d convinced myself into thinking that I wanted the fans’ approval, and that Tarah or Nas were even remotely capable of looking out for my best interests. I realize now, that I was behaving like a fucking fool. If there’s anything that I’ve learned since Civil War, it’s this: Bull Connors should be the most important thing to Bull Connors. Anything and everything else is secondary. You might think that’s an incredibly selfish thing for me to say but, quite frankly, I don’t really give a damn. Honestly? I’m glad that the fans hate my guts again, and I’m glad that I don’t feel the need to keep concerning myself with earning the approval or respect of other people around here. Fuck that shit. It’s a fruitless effort that isn’t worth any more of my time.”

“However, what is worth my time, is the possibility of a match against Layne Kurobane in the near-future. In fact, I’m sure that he will be eagerly looking for the first possible opportunity that he can find to try and get a measure of revenge on me. Not that I’d judge him for that, mind you. After all, I’d be pretty pissed too if someone just came up behind me and dropped me on my fucking head. So I’d understand if he wants to challenge me to a match, although... I think that he’s going to have to wait for a little while before that can actually happen. Until then, I’ll have to occupy myself with somebody else. A man that I’ve already stepped into the ring with: Hans Olsen. If there’s anyone that defines the concept of “wasted potential” it might be this guy. Someone who should be kicking ass and taking names. Someone who should be a top-tier talent in this company. Someone who should already be a champion in OWA. Yet, he isn’t a champion. In fact, he’s been not much more than a tag-team competitor. With very little success outside of the tag-team division. Hell, he’s not even that successful within the tag-team division. I mean, holy shit, how can someone with your level of talent and ability be so utterly… unsuccessful? It boggles my mind. Aren’t you a three-time All-American? A two-time NCAA wrestling champion? A motherfucking Olympic gold medalist?! There are people who could only ever dream of accomplishing that, yet here you are, forced to join a stable that’s essentially being carried on the shoulders of a single man. Hoping that you’ll be able to cling tightly onto their small, small shred of relevancy.”

“That must feel a bit, I don’t know, humiliating? Shit, I wouldn’t be too thrilled about having to play second banana to a raving lunatic like Nate Cage. Nor would I be thrilled about having to tag-team with a guy named Donny Fuckin’ Dragon either. Oh well, even if you weren’t a member of Ground Zero anymore, it’s not like you’d improve much. You weren’t even that great before you joined those losers. The only difference being that I don’t think you would’ve even gotten another match with me. You would’ve faded into the background of Olympus, even further than you already have. After all, a former world champion like myself should be wrestling some of the absolute best that this brand has to offer. You aren’t in that category. Not even remotely close to it, in fact. I would say that a match with you just isn’t worth my time or effort, but... I see an opportunity. An opportunity to add another name to the growing pile of broken and bloodied bodies that I’ve left in the middle of a wrestling ring. An opportunity to continue the path of destruction that I've begun to carve out for myself."

"First, it was Kevin Maverick..."

"Then it was Layne Kurobane..."

"Now it’s your turn Hans, your turn to be just another victim of my hatred…"

"Happy Holidays."

Character Development piece:

(Udy walks in a room with his headphones and slams the door shut)

The name plate reads :

"Dr. Ryland"

(The camera pans into a figure in suit sitting behind a mahogany desk. The room is full of photos of men and women. All have glazed over expressions)

(The camera focuses on Dr. Ryland as he swivels around to face the camera)

"How are you doing people?" (Gives a very creepily positive smile)

"So why am I here today?" (Ryland taps his chin)

"I am here to save you from your vagaries. From the underlying cause, to analyze and find the root cause of your sudden change. You see all of you are not being yourself. You are all acting to be something you aren't...something you shouldn't.." (As he utters the words, his tone gradually becomes darker)

"Anywho! I am going to cure you all just as I cured Udy. I made him "IT"!" (Ryland winks)

"So I am waiting for my next patient. Come on your savior awaits you" (Ryland winks again and picks up the phone on his desk)

"Send in the next" (He says on the phone and hangs up)

(There is a sound of door opening)

(Ryland looks up and looks terrified for a second before smiling)

"Come on in, take a seat" (Glances ahead again)

(Ryland wears his glasses now)

"Just don't look over your shoulders" (He mutters as the unseen patient takes his/her seat)

Character Development Piece
The Fallen Road (Part 4)

Date: 18/3/2019
Location: Newcastle, New South Wales, Australia.
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Ah, Newcastle.

A place I haven't been since I was 16 years of age, visiting my aunt who lived here during the school holidays. Yet it's a location that plays a somewhat important role in shaping me. Building a construct of what I would become.

For it would be here, that I would experience what fame actually looked like. Experience the sense of adulation running through the veins of a community. Of the masses for the first time.

No, not for something I did - I was only 13 at the time of this occurrence.

I was just another name. Another face in the crowd for this - rather: it was the Newcastle Knights celebrating winning the NRL Grand Final. Or, if we are to translate it into wrestling terms, the world championship.

An experience that fanned the flames for me, so to speak. It was here that I knew I wanted to taste this for myself. That someday, it would be ME riding through the streets of the city; the crowd basking me in adulation.

Yes, I know it comes across as arrogance. It comes across as holding a sense of entitlement.

But you know what I call it?

Motivation.

Desire.

Passion.

Sometimes, you gotta be at least a little arrogant if you TRULY wish to succeed. If your earnest plan is to set the wheels into motion. For if you don't have that belief. That confidence within yourself - you're only designing yourself to fail. You're failing yourself.

(My eyes laser-focused on the now vacant road ahead of me, I allow a soft; relaxed breath to escape from my lips.)

I've transversed that path before - it is the SINGLE worst thing you can truly do. Not just as a wrestler, but as a person. For when you fail yourself, nothing else truly matters. Even if it acquired the adulation, the respect of the masses.

They are irrelevant. Unimportant for they will merely cast you aside when they attain their new; shiny toy to salivate over. It's just how the cycle of life. The cycle of wrestling goes.

(Feeling the gentle southerly breeze brush against my skin and the fabric upon my.clothing, my eyes begin to gently well up. Feeling the emotion. Remembering the times that I let myself down.

That, as I have stated throughout this monologue, failed myself.

Calmly commencing my walk, I allow those moments. Those memories to settle as a soft sigh floats into the sky above, my eyes being to turn glassy as the water of my tears softly flows from them.)

It's a realisation we *all* have to confront. A truth that we all must stare into the face-off - whether or not we realise it. Whether or not we're willing to accept it. I came to that realisation long ago.

(Another sigh, this time as I allow a gentle reflection of myself appear before me. One from a time where it could be stated I was naive Ignorant to the truth of what lay under the surface. Beyond the adulation. The chants of the crowd.)

Just as it was for the Knights. Even the slightest dip in performance was enough for fans to turn their backs. To stop going to games and cheering them. For the stream of goodwill to finally run dry.

Even if back then. Back when they were top of the NRL world, they couldn't foresee it occurring.

It's just as the saying goes: You never hear the shot that takes you down. A statement that could never be any more truthful.

(Gazing out to the vacant road, I allow myself a deep breath. One, which enables me to ponder just what had gone wrong. Just what had caused me to walk away from the ring last December. Had I *truly* lost it? Had I truly lost myself?)

You really don't hear it, until it's all too late to accept.

(Walking again, I allow those final words to radiate within my mind. Ponder, whether my final shot has really been fired.)

(End.)

Roni, I know that cliches don’t particularly do you justice, but I could see the chip on your shoulder right now if I was standing a thousand miles away. All of your talking, all of your swagger and every bit of pre match hype leads me to believe that you think that just because you wrestle a unique style and have hopes and dreams of finally becoming the wrestler you try so desperately to be that you will be propelled to victory against me. Well, I’m sorry, baby but that’s just not the case.

To be blunt, I am here to give you a reality check. You are good, and your title that you so proudly hold is evidence of that fact, but now the real fun begins. I am not Jonetta Stone or Dulce Torres or anyone else of that ilk, all respect to them. I am wrestling in the flesh. You have even said so yourself that my skill has few rivals...and you are not one of them. Not yet. The draw that we had eats at you, does it? I’ve had a confession that I’ve held in for a while that I think I’ll finally share with you: It doesn’t bother me the same way.

Why not?

Because I know that if we were to stand in the ring and face each other again, just like we’re about to, that statistical probabilities would greatly favor me. I took all your hardest shots, let you play all your greatests hits...and I half assed my way into letting you avoid a loss. Now, with the Ultimate X structure as our playground, let’s face it: your defeat is all but assured. Ultimate X requires a certain bit of athleticism and strategy that is just above where you are right now. Hey, don’t even look at me on your phone or IPad like that! You know it’s true. I’ve spent a lot of my adult life in the air, a Genius of the Sky at home resting the clouds. Most people who watch April Song matches think “OH GOD! BORING TECHNICAL WRESTLING!”....but you know, don’t you? You already know that I’ve chosen this type of match because I have all sorts of beautiful little tricks to show off that I just can’t do in a typical wrestling match.

Believe me, once I’ve shown you and everyone else what I can do under Ultimate X rules, there will be no need for me to barge into anyone’s office. I’m a patient woman when it comes to most things, Roni. I don’t need to scream that I am better than Goto or Matsuda. I don’t have to even bother challenging Natalie either. You notice that there are very few women around who would even think of stepping in the ring with me on their own accord, yes? I think that alone should tell you more than enough about where I stand and how most people in the locker room whisper about this match being a pretty auspicious end to your title reign.

My position is important, but I don’t need any of those three to prove my point here. All I need is you and the Goddesses Championship. As I’ve said before, I’m all about building things. I helped build one of the most powerful trios women’s wrestling had ever seen and I built with my own hands the most dominant championship reign LAW has ever seen for any title. Those “glory days” weren’t that long ago, you know. And, in all those places there have been stalwarts like you that tell me “WHAT YOU DO IN THAT PLACE, YOU CAN’T JUST WALK IN AND DO HERE!” Well, sweetheart, I already have before and I will again. And there really isn’t all that much you can do to stop it. In fact, the only people who have stopped me definitively from achieving this aim were the OWA politicians and Eris, the one who managed to keep me from getting my hands on Athena’s Cup.

You do know your place on Odyssey, and I hope you don’t mean I implied that you were some kind of weakling who needed to be kept down. Your spirit, as wild and crazy as it is, gives me the feeling that one day you’ll be a great champion. A World Champion. A Champion that at some point even someone like me will have a very hard time beating straight up. But my whole point is that you’re not. There. Yet. You are close, so dangerously close to that level, but I’m glad I was able to catch you before you got all the way there.

I know for a fact that I can batter you. I know that I can do things to you and myself in a match like this that could be construed as dangerous, vile and disgusting. People may even boo some of my actions. While I don’t go out of my way to hate the fans, they’re the ones paying my mortgage and motorcycle insurance at the end of the day, I don’t really give a shit if they cheer or boo. You will be subjected to things that you couldn’t fathom in your mind during this match ...I think that with this match type and the rules in place, I can get quite creative with not just my strikes but submissions.

You and I are not that different, but now you will experience what will make you an even better wrestler than you are now: Pain. Frustration. Defeat. Loss. Rage. You’re going to see that your fighting spirit and people cheering your every move and wildly swinging at people isn’t good enough all the time. Me? I’m the living embodiment of wrestling, every style, every principle molded into one Beautiful ass-beating, belt-taking, soul-crushing machine. You can’t out brawl me. You can’t out wrestle me. You certainly can’t out-athlete me. Even you have to be able to admit deep down that no matter what cards you play, I will have the upper hand. You have two pair? I have a full house. You have a straight flush….I have a royal flush.

You’ve done very well to get as far as you have on grit alone, but this is where it ends for you. You may not realize it just yet, but I’m going to fashion you into a real wrestler. Your title reign being ended by my hand is only going to propel you to greater heights. I see what has happened with Dulce. She’s got that twinkle in her eye after you beat her. Look at her now! She’s on her way to bigger and better things. Now, contrast that with the likes of Diantha Moreau, Azumi Goto, Sweet Roxy. No hunger. No passion. Just empty rhetoric and idle threats. Goto and Roxy in particular are just disappointing to the point it sickens me. All the talent...none of the heart.

I will let you have a taste of heaven right before I send you crashing straight to hell. And while you’re burning, I’m going to celebrate holding your title and proving that you still have a long way to go. I’m going to do to you what you did to Dulce: relieve you of a burden that you’re not fit to carry so that you can put focus where it needs to be and prepare yourself for the next chapter.

Why?

Because even though I see you as an inferior wrestler, you’re an exemplary person, a far better one than me . And I want to provide you with every bit of motivation possible to make sure that at some point, you and I are standing in the ring again fighting to elevate the World Championship just like we will elevate the Goddesses Championship.

You will remember this night. You will lament it. It will torture you to the point you remember every blow, every hold, every move.

But you will be better for it when all is said and done. And I will add another championship to my collection.

Natalie Cage

Chat Shit, Get Banged

Natalie Cage stands behind a black curtain. In the background, the sounds of a crowd can be heard. She has a little smirk on her face and the OWA Women’s World Championship secured around her waist. A handheld camera shot is fixed on her.

So, Stephanie Matsuda…you like to say that I’ve been biting you, huh? You wanna call me British Cloud? Fair enough, I guess I’m just gonna have to demonstrate that I’m not an imitator. I’m gonna have to make it clear that anything you can do… I can do better.

‘I Hope You Suffer’ by AFI hits over a PA system and Natalie walks through the curtain as the camera follows her. It’s the Electric Ballroom in Camden, home of top British indie promotion, Proving Ground Wrestling. The sold-out crowd absolutely lose their shit as Natalie holds out her arms to soak in the reaction. Promotion owner Jonathon Smalls is standing in the ring and looks gobsmacked, not even he knew about this impromptu appearance. Natalie walks down the steps and around the ring, high fiving the entire front row of fans.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Natalie rolls into the ring and takes Smalls’ mic from him, circling the canvas and enjoying the love of the crowd.

Natalie: Surpriiiiseeee!

Crowd: OOOOOOH NATALIE CAAAGGGGEEEE!!!! OOOOOOH NATALIE CAAAAAGGGGEEEEE!!!!

AZUMI AND STEPH ARE TERRIFIED, NAT IS ON FIRE!

AZUMI AND STEPH ARE TERRIFIED, NAT IS ON FIRE!

The PGW crowd are well-known for their elaborate chants, Natalie lets them get it all out of their systems before addressing them.

Natalie: So…this is what a Proving Ground Wrestling show is like, huh? My brother told me a lot of stories but you’ve more than lived up your reputation. I had to show Stephanie Matsuda that if she’s out here calling me a copycat, I’m gonna take what she does and turn that shit up. I’m gonna return to my country and let all of you know that this title? This title ain’t going fucking ANYWHERE. I’ve repped this country with everything I’ve got. And despite the election being a fucking joke, despite Brexit dividing so many of us, you’ve all come together to support me, and I appreciate it. I’ve said and done a lot of wild shit this year, you’ve stuck by me through all of it. So, I’m gonna give you all a lovely Christmas present and take out two pretenders to the throne.

Stephanie Matsuda wants to act like we’re the same, wants to act like she’s so much more accomplished than I am. I don’t see why I should care about how many promotions she wrestles in. You know why? Because she’s spreading herself too thin. If she actually focused her energy solely on OWA and building a new, better place for professional wrestling, then she’d probably have some more success. I’m not fucking interested in taking shit from a part-timer. She can talk all she likes about travelling the globe and fighting people in other promotions, this is an OWA match. What’s she got to show for in OWA? Sweet fuck all. And apparently, I’ve not gone out into the world to prove I’m the best on a global scale. Guess her memory’s a little shaky, seeing as I beat TWO world champions from TWO different promotions in one night…INCLUDING a promotion that she fucking bankrolls! I showed up JET’s top champ and little Cloudy conveniently fails to bring it up. We all hate bullshitters in the UK, don’t we? Well, she’s one of the biggest of them all. She’s deluded herself into believing that she’s on this great pedestal, that the women I’ve beat weren’t on her level. I’ve cleaned out the hottest division in the game. A division so hot that she signed an exclusivity contract for it! More hypocrisy from the Blasian Sensation, eh? More bullshit. She should go into politics, because she creates some wild fucking narratives.

Crowd: FUCK YOU, CLOUD! FUCK YOU, CLOUD! FUCK YOU, CLOUD!

Natalie: But there’s still that nagging issue of Azumi Goto, the woman who’s got too big for her boots as per usual. She can explain away her hiatus all that she likes, I stayed and built. If she hates running JET so much, then maybe she should sell her share and leave it. Because that woman spends more time complaining about that place than praising it. Sounds like a fucking horrible place to work to me. OWA was always good to her and she shows her gratitude by ghosting the roster who looked to her for guidance. And the she has the nerve to call ME a monster? To say that I’m some sort of problem who’s devolved Odyssey? Sweetheart, you don’t get to make that call. You don’t get to hand off your duties to someone else and then act like you’re not at fault for a change in direction. I never wanted to build Odyssey in anyone’s image but mine. And look at that image. Look at what my contributions have brought. Stephanie Matsuda, one of the biggest draws in the game, comes to the brand during my reign. She wants a piece of Natalie Cage because I’ve made Odyssey must-see TV.

The OWA Women’s World Championship got put on equal footing with the other world titles. I wasn’t relegated to the undercard at Civil War, my title was not lesser than. Rather than jerk the curtain like Azumi had to when she faced me at FD, I was closing the show. Tell me how I’ve damaged women’s wrestling again, Azumi. Try and tell me that the last eight months didn’t build other women up like Jessica Rose, who had the best match of her career at British Invasion. The event where I took this title OVERSEAS and became the first champ in this company to defend their belt on European soil. Tell me about how the world isn’t chomping at the bit for a third match between Dulce Torres and me. About how we haven’t both put in WORK to be the standard bearers for this brand in your absence. About how we haven’t earned the right to close the rivalry. In that time, you did nothing but complain about how hard it is to fly between the States and Japan, about how running a promotion is such a burden. I have no sympathy. Nobody made you do that but yourself. I haven’t complained once about my commitments. You need to stay in your lane and accept THE ARSE WHOOPING YOU’RE GONNA GET THIS WEEKEND, CUNT. CHAT SHIT…

Crowd: GET BANGED!

Natalie: AND I’M OUT!

Natalie’s theme kicks in again as she exits the ring and claps hands with the fans on the way out, who cheer her all the way through to the curtain.

…Hello again, Aria.

I heard what you said.

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You have got a mouth on you, don’t you?

PORTLAND, OREGON
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11:59 PM ON THURSDAY

You brought up very good points. You did. But this isn’t Debate club, is it? You might be right about quite a bit of it - your hair and nails not mattering in the long run, me being eliminated from the CLASH, thankyouigetbattleroyalesconfused - but, I ask you...does any of that make you BETTER than me?

Here’s where I stopped listening, Aria. When you said “2016”...like you’ve changed at ALL since then. You are still the exact same person you were then as you are now.

A lowlife.

A two-faced glory hog.

I should have stopped when you said Manson...Fuck Charlie Manson...I’ll snatch him out his truck, hit him with a brick, now I’m ...never mind...

There's a REASON, Aria...that I speak to you the same way I speak to Cage...the same way I speak to anyone that views themselves this...LARGER than life figure...like a false prophet...

Because you - just like HIM - are a CANCER on this place.

You…

You and your fuckin bullshit being spouted constantly. All the lies, all the time...

I’m just...sick of you.

You can claim ALL GOD DAMN DAY that you being a backer of this place doesn’t matter, but let’s look at the fuckin FACTS, little lady.

Finnegan Wakefield. Former champion. Co-owner.

CM Nas. Former Champion. Co-Owner.

Scott Oasis. Former Champion. Co-Owner.

...do you see where I’m going with this?

You are where you are? Because you aligned the pieces that way. You and your “Golden Mafia” or whatever, have been making this place your little playground since its inception, receiving shot after shot after shot after “earning” them against stat padders…

But Aria, like Bob Dylan said, the Times they are a-changin’...and it has never been more evident than in the Hardcore Havoc poll on OWA.com...100%...ONE HUNDRED PERCENT OF THE PEOPLE CHOSE ME. THEY BELIEVE IN ME, ARIA...because NEVER has it been more evident that I AM WHAT’S RIGHT for this place and for THEM. At this point? The ONLY person that foresees an Aria Jaxon win?

Is you.

And even YOUR unflappable confidence is waning...as the days dwindle down to our match…

The FEAR. The FEAR is sinking in...you’ve never been afraid? Well you’ve never faced this version of Kenny Drake...

Now...I’m very glad that SSW and OWA provided a safe space for you. That’s great.

But those days are over.

THIS is NOT a safe space, Aria. THIS is not your little therapy session where you get to work through your fuckin trauma and get opportunities so you can feel better about yourself. THIS PLACE? Was BUILT on HARD FUCKIN WORK. BLOOD. SWEAT. PAIN. Tell me, Aria, what have YOU overcome lately?

But you know what? This isn’t ABOUT you anymore. I’m so sorry you have to hear that, but it’s not.

No, this Sunday?

This Sunday is all about KENNY. FUCKING. DRAKE.

Because this Sunday has been a long, LONG time coming, Aria. This Sunday has been on my mind since 2002. This Sunday is my FIRST EVER WORLD TITLE MATCH, and if you think I’m going to go in there and half ass it, you are gravely, GRAVELY mistaken.

I will be entering that ring with a CLEAR mind...CLEAR eyes...and a heart full of HATE.

Ever since I started, I’ve been putting championships aside so that I could focus on a higher purpose...and honestly? It was never TRULY obvious to me what that purpose was…

Until I beat Cage...and finally...finally...had a moment to myself.

It was then that I truly opened my eyes...and saw that I was ready…

I am ready.

No more comedy...no more jokes...no more laughs…

Just Napalm...

You know what? I guess I don’t care what you’ve accomplished. You said it, the past is the past. If that’s the case, then here we stand on even footing...and when it ALL COMES DOWN TO IT…

It’s the man with the cut up body and busted up face that gets the edge…

Because like it or not, Ms. Jaxon, this is an industry where LOOKS matter. You know that better than anyone. Nails on point. Hair did. Fuckin shoes and jackets and bags on fleek. Girl, you’re hot as fuck.

But when you’re going into a Barbed Wire Exploding Board Deathmatch...Heh...well...you just look soft, don’t you?

And that? THAT ACTUALLY matters here, Jaxon...because that shows me that in all those “hellish wars” you’ve engaged in...you were never really, truly...TESTED...were you? It was never really THAT bad then if you can look so damn good, right? Oh yeah, thumbtacks and glass hurt…might sting a bit...

But have you ever had actual SALT burn through a wound?

Have you ever been FORCE FED a piece of a shattered mirror?

Have YOU EVER FALLEN 20 FEET THROUGH A TOWER OF BARBED WIRE AND GLASS, DRAG YOURSELF THROUGH DIRT AND BLOOD AND GRIME, AND WHEN IT MATTERS MOST, REACH DOWN DEEP AND WIN?!

Have you ever KILLED a man?

See, Aria...everything you said was bullshit, but ESPECIALLY the shit about a year ago.... It’s from the PAST that we navigate our FUTURE. It’s from our PASTS that we LEARN AND GROW.

And Aria Jaxon, for as long as I’ve known you, you haven’t changed a bit.

So this Sunday? I will make an example of you. I will use you, the legitimate Best Wrestler In The World, as a visual aid of what’s in store for the future…

I will drag your body through hell...I will PICK...and RIP...and TEAR AT YOUR TATTERED FLESH...because YOU, Aria Jaxon, and YOU ALONE are IN. MY. WAY. YOU are what stands between ME and what has always been MY HIGHER PURPOSE.

And that’s to finally...FINALLY...become the World Champion…

And FINALLY give this place a Champion they deserve...

Oh, by the way ...you were right about...ONE thing, Aria…

There WILL be blood on the throne.

But it will be pooling under your severed head.

And when I make my ascent?

I’ll make sure to treat your skull with a little respect and place it somewhere...pretty.

THAT...you’ve earned.

Now…

Aria?

Kingdom?

The OWA in general?

It’s finally time...

For the WORLD to say….

DRAKE…

Aeternum...

This Is Sparta

St. Louis, Missouri

December 1, 2019

The scene opens up and we can see nothing but the front plate of the OWA Spartans Championship with the name ‘Jeff X’ engraved onto it. As the camera pans backward, we can see that the prized possession is rested gently over the shoulder of the champion himself. Jeff X sits in front of his locker, backstage at Kingdom as it has just recently gone off the air. He appears to have showered since his match earlier in the evening against Kyle, since he’s no longer wearing his ring gear. Instead, he’s dressed in blue jeans and a short-sleeved plain black button-up that is undone to reveal his muscular upper body underneath it. As usual, his camouflage Realtree hat sits perched atop his head and he holds an ice cold bottle of Bud Light in his left hand, which he takes a sip from before turning and staring directly into the camera.

“The time has nearly arrived Dampshaw. The moment that you’ve been waiting for since you first arrived on the scene here in OWA.”

Jeff reaches into the front pocket of his shirt and pulls out a pack of Marlboro Reds, sliding a cigarette from it and lighting it up before continuing.

“It’s no secret that this is the biggest match of your OWA career Dampshaw. We all know that. You getting the opportunity to challenge me, one on one, at a Pay-Per-View, for the right to become the Spartans Champion. Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t completely new for you. You’ve competed against me many times before...and you’ve lost nearly every time. You’ve had Pay-Per-View matches before...and once again...you’ve lost nearly every single time. You’ve even had a Spartans Championship match once...and you fucking lost that too. Face it Dampshaw, your time spent here in OWA has been nothing short of a colossal failure. Sure, every once in a great while you manage to score a lucky win here and there to ensure that you can keep yourself employed...but at the end of the day, you are nothing more than a name to fill out the card. You always have been and you always will be. It embarrasses me personally that I even have to step into the same ring with you again. As if you somehow deserve the right to even lace my fucking boots.”

Jeff completely ignores the ‘No Smoking’ sign plastered on the wall as he breathes a heavy cloud of smoke into the air before taking a long swig from his beer.

“Why is it that you’re awarded this opportunity again Dampshaw? Oh yeah, that’s right. Cause you won some no name battle royale way back during the fucking pre-show of Final Destination. Congratulations. Very impressive. Is anybody who competed in that thing even still on this roster? Who? Jake Keeton? Hans Olsen? Udy? Please. Those three are the only fucking tools in this company that are actually pathetic enough to make you appear competent. Couple them with the rest of the OWT drop-outs that occupied the ring that night...and yes, of course you emerged victorious. And while you were busy providing the worst foreplay in history...the rest of us were getting set to put on the greatest show that this business has ever seen. And I myself took part in what may very well have been the match of the year when I defeated two of the top names in all of OWA that night in Layne Kurobane and Nate Cage to win this very championship.”

Jeff slings the title from around his shoulder and holds it up to the camera for a moment before draping it gently back over his shoulder.

“I went through hell to get that opportunity Dampshaw. I was one of the very few people in this company that actually had to work for their spot. But I never complained and I never quit because I knew what I was capable of. I scratched and I clawed and I fought to get to that point and once I finally made it, I wouldn’t be denied. I did exactly what I told everyone that I was going to do. I stopped that fucking human sack of dog shit Nate Cage from being able to get his hands on the championship that he desired so much. I ended the legendary championship reign of Layne Kurobane. And I became the Spartans Champion. But even then...despite all that I had accomplished and everything that I’d worked for...the narrative was that my victory was nothing more than a fluke. Everyone was happy that I’d won and glad to see hard work actually pay off, but I still heard the people talking. Nobody thought that I was fit to actually be a champion. Everyone thought I’d lose this thing the first time that I had to defend it.”

Jeff cracks a small smile and even lets out a little chuckle as he takes another drink.

“But here I stand now...all these months later...Spartans Championship still hanging over my fucking shoulder. By the time Hardcore Havoc gets here, I’ll have proudly held this thing for two hundred and forty days. For those keeping track at home...that makes me the longest reigning Spartans Champion in history. Hell, the ONLY person who’s held onto ANY championship in OWA longer than I have is Finnegan Wakefield and that’s only by a mere three weeks. I have successfully defended this belt against any and all comers. Carlos Rosso, Chris Sabertooth, Udy, Miltiades...it didn’t matter. I took them all on and each of them fell at my feet. I stepped into the ring with champions from other brands and neither of them proved capable of being able to slow me down. Roni Ozborn and Layne Kurobane...each of them great champions in their own right...but neither of them fit to wear the title of the true workhorse of OWA. Because that name is fit for only one man...me.”

Jeff takes one last drag from his smoke before dropping it to the floor and crushing it underneath his boot.

“You see Dampshaw this is more than just some trophy to me. I put everything I had into claiming this championship and I’ve put forth even more to hold onto it. Nobody knows exactly how much this title means to me Reggie. I’ve had countless sleepless nights where I’d lie awake wondering just what it was going to take this time around in order to remain champion. I’ve spent what feels like millions of hours in the gym, honing my own craft as well as sitting in front of a television monitor studying and breaking down film. I’ve exuded gallons of sweat and I have painted that ring red with both my own blood as well as the blood of my adversaries all in the name of the Spartans Championship. I have put every ounce of my heart as well as my soul into this Dampshaw. It has become the very essence of who I am. And I’ll be damned if I’m going to let some fucking psyche ward runaway take that from me.”

Jeff notices that his voice had begun to rise, so he pauses to regain his composure, as well as to take another sip of his Bud Light.

“Some may say that this is just a secondary championship...it’s not a WORLD title after all. But I don’t see it that way. I’ve worked way too hard for way too long to make this championship what it is...just as Layne Kurobane did before me. The World Champions may get their faces on the posters and they may take up all the television time with their all-talk and no-action segments, but the fans? The people who actually make this whole OWA wheel turn round and round...they know. They can see it. They know who’s actually out there week in and week out busting their fucking asses for them and they know that I have made this god damn title the most prestigious prize in our industry. Aria Jaxon, Kenny Drake, Gareth Cason, Derelict, Natalie Cage...let them fight over their little bullshit titles. This right here is the ONLY fucking thing that matters to me.”

Once again Jeff holds the belt out as he stares his cold, blue eyes deep into the camera as if Dampshaw himself were the one recording the video.

“THIS belongs to ME. THIS is why I do what I do and all I fucking do is win Dampshaw. All year long, I have ripped through every piece of competition placed in front of me and I have done it with ease. In fact...since this season has started, there is but one blemish on my record Reggie...you.”

Jeff leans back in his chair. His eyes never leave the camera as he takes another swig from the bottle.

“Yes...I haven’t forgotten...and I’m sure that you’re going to bring it up anyway, so we might as well go ahead and discuss it now. Yes Dampshaw...the last time we met each other in the ring, you were named the victor. Miltiades did what Miltiades does best and put his nose where it didn’t belong, and you capitalized on that. Congratulations. You managed to finally pick up one win over me in the eighty five fucking times we’ve encountered one another. But lightning doesn’t strike twice in the same place Reggie. You’ve had your one fluke victory and unfortunately for you, it came when the championship wasn’t on the line. And I know that you’ve let that win go straight to your head Dampshaw. It’s given you a false sense of confidence that has led to your feeble attempt to play mind games with me over the past few weeks. Do you think that repeatedly attacking me from behind was somehow going to give you an advantage at Hardcore Havoc? Do you really think that you’re capable of getting inside my head when you can’t even figure out what’s going on inside your own? You see Reggie...unlike you, I learn from my mistakes. It’s why you weren’t able to get the jump on me here tonight. Not for lack of effort, of course. You tried to once again blind side me, but this time you were quickly put down, much like you will be at Hardcore Havoc. Only on that night, it's not going to be quick Reggie. No...I’m going to take my time. I’m going to take out weeks of frustration on you and I pray for your sake that you know how to swim, because I promise you that if you don’t...then you're going to drown in a pool of your own fucking blood.”

Once again, Jeff stops briefly to light up a cigarette and to quench his thirst.

“You know Reggie...for weeks and months, you’ve run your mouth...you’ve attacked me...you’ve posted the most arrogant tweets...but all this bravado that you seemingly have...I can see right through it. I’ve been around long enough. I’ve seen plenty of guys just like you. Hell, I’ve been around you, yourself, long enough to know exactly what kind of man you are. You Reggie...for the lack of a better word...are nothing more than a fucking pussy.”

Jeff pauses to take another puff from his Marlboro and to let the insult sink in.

“You’ve never had the fucking balls to step to me, man to man. You’re only tough when you’re sitting at a keyboard or blindsiding somebody from behind. Have you ever even earned a victory here on your own? Seems like everytime I do see you with your arm raised...which isn’t very often...you’ve always had some kind of outside help. Whether if be from that lumbering fucking idiot Demis Polymeros, Miltiades, or even Chris Sabertooth...you only seem to succeed when you’re aided by others. But you realize that too, don’t you Reggie? It’s why you chose the stipulation that you did for our match. Which to be fair...you had every right to do so. After all...you ‘earned’ that when you defeated Nasir Moore several weeks ago. I’ll be the first to admit, I never thought that you’d be able to take down Nas...that’s why I picked him to be your opponent. But as the old expression goes...if you want something done right, then you should do it yourself. Nas let himself be taken out by the aforementioned Sabertooth and once again you were there to capitalize on someone else’s actions, and you scored the biggest win of your career in the process over the self proclaimed ‘Best Wrestler Alive’. But let me let you in on a little secret Reggie...Nas isn’t the Best Wrestler Alive...I AM.”

Jeff takes one more puff from his smoke as he stands up and again stares straight into the camera.

“Which is why I’m not concerned at all with your choice of a lumberjack match Dampshaw. Because I’m the fucking best that this company has to offer and this championship over my shoulder proves it. You want to surround the ring with your little hometown buddies pretending to be wrestlers...then be my guest. If they try to get involved...which I’m sure they will...then I’ll drop so many fucking Brits that people are going to think that it’s the second coming of the Revolutionary War. So prepare your troops Dampshaw. You and them both are going to need it. Cause while you may bring a small army with you, you will still ultimately fail, just as you normally do, because you, Dampshaw, fight with nothing but a heart full of fear. You know, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that I am better than you and that I fight with all the discipline of ancient Sparta. And just as Sparta did at the height of its power, I will destroy every last person who dares to oppose me...and this week...that’s you and your friends Dampshaw. At Hardcore Havoc, there will be nowhere for you to run and nowhere for you to hide. You will not be able to catch me off guard or from behind. You will stand directly across that ring and lock your beady little eyes on the eyes of the workhorse of this company, the REAL best wrestler alive, and the true embodiment of ancient Sparta. You see...while this match is the biggest of your career...for me...it’s just another Sunday. It’s just another chance for me to notch another victory under my belt. Because you see Reggie...as bad as you may want this...oh and I know you want it bad...at Hardcore Havoc…”

Jeff flicks his cigarette across the room.

“...this isn’t your one big opportunity...no….

Jeff downs what remains of his beer.

“...this…

...is…

...Sparta.”

[Fade to Black]

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) December 12th 2019, 11:05 pm by **Nas**

Moore Boys' Misadventures

[[The camera pulls up to Nasir Moore getting his son Brady dressed early in the morning.]]

Brady: Daaaad….why do we have to leave so early?

Nasir: Because Dad has a busy day ahead of him. I gotta go do a meet and greet, shoot a nike commercial, and then go do capture motion for the upcoming OWA Video Game.

Brady: But why do I have to go too?!

Nasir: You don’t wanna spend the day with your old man?

Brady: I mean, I do…

Nasir: Then what’s the matter?

Brady: Mom’s not gonna be mad at us just leaving without saying anything right?

Nasir: Oh please, she knows all about my schedule. Trust me kiddo, we’re good!

Brady: Well...if you say so, then it must be fine. LET’S GO DAD!

Nasir: YEAH! THAT’S THE SPIRIT!

[[We then cut to them in the car on the way to the meet and greet.]]

Brady: Dad, can I ask you something?

Nasir: Sure son, what is it?

Brady: You’re not scared of Havoc are you?

Nasir: Pffft, who do you think I am boy?

Brady: I was just wondering…

Nasir: Okay then...to answer you seriously, I am scared.

Brady: NO WAY DAD! YOU’RE NOT SCARED OF ANYTHING!

Nasir: Oh...my bad. I’m not scared of Sabertooth.

Brady: Havoc?

Nasir: Sabertooth.

Brady: Then what do you mean…?

Nasir: I’m afraid of what I’m gonna have to do to him to keep him down. Deep down in there, I know he’s still your big brother Sabertooth. I refuse to acknowledge him as anything else. I’m going to have to kill Havoc to bring him back, which I have no problems with. Sorry if this is too serious for you…

Brady: N-No! It’s fine dad! I like hearing this stuff from you.

[[Nasir looks down at his son who is looking up at him with Starry Eyes. Nas just smirks and looks back forward.]]

Nasir: You truly are your father’s son Brady.

Brady: Hehehehe! Oh...I also wanted to ask. Big Brother Bull’s been acting really scary lately too. I don’t like it. Same thing with Big Brother Gareth attacking you for no reason.

Nasir: Well Brady...men get desperate when they want to obtain great power. Trust me, I’ve seen it countless times. What Sabertooth, Bull, and Gareth are all doing is nothing new. Well...it’s new for Bull and Sabertooth personally. But people in this business have been doing it forever. Even when I was your age, all the classic bad guys from the 80s and 90s were like that.

Brady: REALLY?!

Nasir: Yep! But that’s what makes it all the more satisfying when you get to see heros like me finally bring them down!

Brady: I CAN’T WAIT! BUT DON’T HURT SABERTOOTH TOO BAD DAD!

Nasir: Huh?

Brady: I mean...you still want the old him to be okay right.

Nasir: Heh...of course. Come on Kiddo, we’re here.

[[The two of them exit the car and find the table setup for Nas. We skip to Nasir signing t-shirts, toys, hats, etc and answering fan questions.]]

Man: Hey Nas, just wanted to know...who are you rooting for between Kenny and Aria?

Nasir: Oof...what are you tryin to do guy?! Get me killed?!

Man: Hahahaha, Oh come on man, I’m sure you could take either of them if you had to.

Nasir: I’d still prefer not to.

Brady: I really enjoy Auntie Aria as champion, but I think it’s Uncle Kenny’s time to shine!

Nasir: Well...when you put it like that, I can’t help but agree son. Don’t hurt me Aria…

[[Brady and the Fan laugh as Nas tugs on his shirt collar. Another fan walks up with his daughter.]]

Father: Hello Mr. Nasir, I was wondering if you could sign my Daughter’s shirt of you.

Nasir: Of course Of course.

Little Girl: Thank you Mister Nasir!

Nasir: Hahahaha, don’t mention it, it’s what I do!

Little Girl: I also have a question.

Nasir: Sure thing kiddo, whatcha got for me?

Little Girl: Do you think Mr. Finn will be able to beat Nate Cage?

Brady: OF COURSE HE WILL! THAT NATE CAGE DESERVES TO GET BEAT DOWN EVERY SINGLE DAY!

[[Both Brady and the Little Girl laugh as Nas thinks about it.]]

Nasir: I’ve never personally faced him, but that Nate Cage is one tough customer! At the same time, Finnegan is someone who I’ve seen the full evolution of into one of the premier stars in this entire industry. Sorry if that was complicated haha.

Brady: You can be such a nerd dad…

[[Nas begins to give Brady a nuggy as the girl and her father laugh.]]

Nasir: Alright then! Ahem...Yes, I have all the faith in Finn to be victorious. And so should you! Finn defeating Cage is exactly like me taking down Sabertooth afterall!

[[The little girl smiles widely as her father shakes Nas’ hand. They walk off and a teenage girl comes up with a drawing of Nas that she did.]]

Nasir: This is the first fanart I’ve gotten all day. Awesome!

Brady: Hey she drew you in My Hero Academia Style!

Teenage Girl: S-So you like it?

Nasir: Like it? I LOVE IT!

Teenage Girl: OHMYGOSH! You brought your son too? He’s SO CUTE Mr. Nas!

[[The girl begins to pinch Brady’s cheeks as he tries to squirm away. Nas just laughs hysterically at this.]]

Brady: Dad….help…...please!

Nasir: Okay okay, you can let the boy go.

[[She releases Brady, who rubs his cheeks as the girl turns back to Nas.]]

Teenage Girl: Oh yes I had a question for you! So, Who would you most like to see win the Clash of the Titans?

Nasir: Ideally...me of course.

Teenage Girl: Okay...IF YOU COULDN’T PICK YOURSELF!

Brady: Ouch! My ears…

Teenage Girl: S-Sorry…

Nasir: Okay okay. If I couldn’t pick me...Jeff X! Would’ve been Sabertooth until well...ya know. But yeah, Jeff. Even if he’s still the Spartan’s Champion. Would be an interesting situation.

Teenage Girl: Oh I TOTALLY AGREE! I was talking with some friends online about this! Imagine if you beat Aria of Kenny for the belt at The Clash, then Jeff wins it! And it becomes Title vs Title at Final Destination! That’s the only way to outdo that Triple Threat from FD 1!

Nasir: It certainly could do it. But hey, let’s not get too caught up in all that. Make sure to enjoy Hardcore Havoc for what it is first.

Teenage Girl: Yes SIR!

[[The Girl tightly hugs both Nas and Brady before running off.]]

Brady:...HOW MUCH LONGER DO YOU HAVE TO DO THIS!

Nasir: Oh calm down, it hasn’t been that bad.

Brady: Says YOU! Older girls are scary…

Nasir: She called you cute boy.

Brady: I-I DON’T CARE ABOUT THAT!...

[[Nasir laughs at his son’s misfortunes as we time skip to a few hours later and the Moore boys are at the Nike Commercial Shoot. The clips show a mix of Nasir Moore doing a plethora of workouts in official Nike gear AND many of his biggest moments in wrestling.]]

Nasir: Who am I? I am a Dream Chaser. History maker. Record Holder. Industry Leader. Revolution Starter. Trend Setter. I don’t wanna be The Best Alive. I want to be The Best EVER! I don’t want to wear a Jaywalker or Robbie V T-Shirt. I want Jaywalker AND Robbie V to wear MY T-Shirt! I refuse to accept be in the Main Event. I want to BE THE MAIN EVENT! I’m not satisfied with just getting by eating scraps. I want to lead the pack and dine on the biggest share! I don’t want to just be in this movie called life. I want to be the star in my life’s movie! I see the envy in their eyes as the ultimate fuel. My name is Nasir Moore. And I Just Do It!

[[The commercial shoot wraps up and Brady runs down to Nas and high fives him.]]

Nasir: How was that Brady?

Brady: DAD YOU ROCKED IT! THAT WAS SO COOL!

Nasir: You feel that on your arms? That tingly feeling?

Brady: Y-Yeah...dad are you being weird?!

Nasir: N-NO! Just listen! Those are called goosebumps! You get those when you get this intense uncontrollable joy and awe in your body.

Brady: Awesome!

Nasir: Yup! I got them when I was your age watching the wrestling shows all the time.

Brady: Dad, what got you into wrestling?

Nasir: Well...it’s something I don’t talk about a whole lot. It’s your grandpa.

Brady: Really? We haven’t seen him or Grandma in a long time!

Nasir: I know, I know...We need to. I miss mom and dad myself.

Brady: But what about Grandad?

Nasir: Well did you know that HE was a wrestler?

Brady REALLY?!

Nasir: Yeah...I don’t like to talk about it much because it sounds kinda pretentious.

Brady: NO WAY! THAT’S AWESOME! WE GOTTA VISIT GRANDAD NOW!

Nasir: Alright alright. We will some other time. We can’t today. I still got one more place to be.

Brady: The Video Game thingy right?

Nasir: The capture motion shoot right.

[[The two leave and head off to the Motion Capture Set. Brady sits off to the side as Nasir acts out his own entrance as well as the entrances for several other OWA Alphas. After he’s given the all clear he gets dressed back in his casual attire.]]

Set Worker: Hey Nas, while you’re here in the ring, why don’t you cut a little promo on Havoc?

Brady: Yeah Dad! Tell Him how you’re gonna kick his-

Nasir: HEY!

Brady: What? I was gonna say butt…

Nasir: Anyways...Sabertooth. Here we go. So first off. The VERY FIRST THING Sabertooth ever has to open up his mouth about me is the same tired pathetic nonsense that EVERYONE ELSE has said before him. I truly HONESTLY expected him to be a lot better than that. Then again I said the exact same thing about Bull Connors. And look how he turned out. WhY wAs He ThE cApTaIn?! BeCaUsE hE’s NaS?! Really bro? That’s the best you got? I needlessly got slapped onto the team? I get shoehorned into everything? Accolades, Accomplishments, and shit being credited to me even though I didn’t do them?! What didn’t I do Sabertooth? Please tell me! I didn’t actually take you under my wing and help you hone your skills to becoming one of the absolute top stars throughout our entire industry?! I wasn’t the one who made Olympus Happen? Pitch the creation of the Omega Heavyweight Championship? The God of War Medallion? The Clash of the Titans? The Ascension to the Heaven’s Briefcase?! All spawned from MY HEAD FOR EVERYONE, INCLUDING YOU! YOU INGRATE! I EARNED EVERYTHING I HAVE EVER HAD! I BUST MY ASS FOR NOT JUST MYSELF BUT EACH AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU LITERALLY EVERY DAY OF MY ACTUAL LIFE! DON’T TELL ME WHAT I DO AND DON’T DESERVE! THAT’S NOT FOR YOU TO DECIDE! I’M NOT SAYING YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE OPINIONS ABOUT MY CRAFT OR BUSINESS PRACTICES! BUT YOU CANNOT FACTUALLY ARGUE WITH MY CREDENTIALS FOR LEADING TEAM KINGDOM THROUGH KNOWLEDGE, EXPERIENCE, AND SKILL!

[[Nasir takes a deep breath before stepping back into the middle of the ring and continues.]]

Nasir: I’m LITERALLY OMNIPRESENT IN YOUR MIND! But that’s fine. Let’s humor Sabertooth for a moment. I guess I’m inconsiderate. I’m self serving. I’m damaging to the entire industry. It truly is ironic isn’t it. The most selfless man in the entire industry, the man who has tried to take the entire next generation of top stars and mold them into the perfect group of wrestlers AND TO MAKE THEM NOT HAVE TO STRUGGLE TO REACH THE TOP LIKE HE DID! THAT’S THE MAN I AM! THE MAN WHO GRINDED! THE MAN WHO WAS RIDICULED! THE MAN WHO WAS CONSIDERED A SIDE SHOW JOKE! A PRELIMINARY ACT! SOMEONE WHO WAS ONLY GOOD FOR LAUGHS ON THE CARD AND NOTHING MORE! THROUGH MY OWN HARD WORK, DEDICATION, AND CONNECTION TO ALL OF THESE PEOPLE...I BROKE THROUGH INTO BECOMING THE MODERN DAY MAN! I LOVE EACH AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU, FROM THE ELDEST VET STILL GOING ALL THE WAY TO THE NOOBIEST KID WHO’S BEEN SIGNED WITH US! YET I’m the bad guy...I’m just using all of that as a cover up for my own personal gain. Goddamnit man...do you even LISTEN to yourself?! You make ZERO FACTUAL SENSE!

[[Brady is hopping up and down, giddy at his Dad’s tyrade of words. Nasir winks to him then continues.]]

Nasir: But it’s alright! Because men like Christopher Sabertooth, Bull Connors, Gareth Cason, and Nate Cage are gonna create a “Better OWA for Tomorrow” Or whatever that stupid crap was that Sabertooth said. God is this generation really just THAT power hungry that NONE of them realize what is truly important at the end of the day? I guess fuck the fans huh? Fuck each and every single one of these people that are the biggest reason for any of you remotely being where you are? You said verbatim, that you were going to “Destroy the era of Nasir Moore”. What you fail to realize more than anything Chris is I’m not an Era. I’m a man. A man who’s spirit, essence, what he embodies will always live on in this industry, whether you break down my body...or even my mind...YOU CAN NEVER BREAK DOWN WHAT I REPRESENT! Someone will always step up and live on to take on the Legacy that I’ve inherited from those who came before me! And I’m talkin about the Jaywalkers! I’m talkin about the Robbie Vs! The Brian Daniels! And even the Jacob Senns! Trust me Chris, I had a major hand in helping mold you into what you are today! I know exactly how dangerous you are! First hand experience of what you’re capable of! But at the end of the day Christopher Sabertooth! You can claim do be a devil! A demon! A Monster. But to me you’re still JUST a man! And everybody knows what I ALWAYS SAY! “I fear NO man! Because we ALL bleed the SAME BLOOD! And keep FUCKING with me, you’ll be bleeding record amounts in no time!”

[[Nasir tosses the mic into the air and catches it in an attempt to look really cool, which succeeds, but is deemed by his son to have been completely unnecessary.]]

Nasir: Now onto the threat from beyond! Scott Oasis! You big BITCH! PLEASE! I’M ACTUALLY BEGGING YOU! SHOW YOURSELF AT HARDCORE HAVOC! PLEASE TRY SOME SLICK SHIT DURING MY MATCH! I AM LITERALLY ASKING FOR IT! I WANT YOU TO SOOOOO SOOOOOOOOO BAD! Because IF YOU DO!....It’ll go on to be the BIGGEST! MISTAKE! OF! YOUR! GODDAMN! LIFE! Taking exceptional care of Sabertooth against me and acting like you’re so in love with the guy all of a sudden. Sicking FUCKING FORMER OWT GUYS AGAINST ME FOR A SMALL CHANCE AT FAME AND GLORY! HOW LOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY BE YOU LITERAL WASTE PRODUCT GIVEN HUMAN FORM! I PROMISE YOU! AND EVERYONE CAN PUT ME ON RECORD FOR THIS! BEFORE OWA SEASON TWO IS OVER...SCOTT OASIS’ ASS WILL BELONG TO ME AND I’M GOING TO BEAT HIM WORSE THAN ANY MAN HAS EVER BEEN BEAT IN THE HISTORY OF OUR ENTIRE INDUSTRY! Oasis is the end goal...but shutting down Christopher Sabertooth is just the first STOP!

[[Nasir Moore drops the mic and bows as the Motion Capture Set and Tech guys clap their hands. Brady runs up to his dad and high fives him one more time.]]

Brady: Dad that was AMAZING! YOU'RE THE BEST!

Nasir: I know son, hehe...now let's go home. It's been a long day. And I'm sure the girls miss us.

[[The two walk out of the building side by side as the camera fades to black.]]

Chapter 20: White Light Experience

OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) Arba4ct

"The Prodigal Son" Finnegan Wakefield

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Prologue: The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind is that of the unknown. He didn't fully comprehend what awaited him upon his return from his self-imposed exile from the wrestling world, the silence he kept as all he did was ponder on whether or not the dreams of a young English boy had died as quickly as it had seen life. He remembered the feelings he felt when he took the plunge; standing behind those curtains for the first time in a long time. What did the world he originally left behind have in store for him? He didn't know. The myriad of dark thoughts that originally drove him away seeped back into his mind -- the cocktail of anxieties and loathings started to poison him. Clearing that inky black cloud that fogged his mind mere moments before returning to chase the dream he never completely finished catching was a difficult task. What if he had been forgotten? Worse; what if they hadn't and they despised him for coming back? Departing in the way that he did, a grandiose fashion that left a hole in the company has yet to be completely healed over, could be depicted as desertion and betrayal to the ideals he lived by, to the mantra he preached, and to the people that against all odds got behind him and celebrated his career with him. With one silent prayer and a deep breath, he took the plunge. Doubt subsided with the roar of the crowd.

Though one would not dare call it smooth sailing as the storm that brewed upon his return made for treacherous waters.

OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) NGtc65w

Apropos to this; the candid opens with the attention-grabbing, tremoring clap of thunder followed by sounds of heavy rain and harsh winds to fill the listeners' ears. Dark clouds have gathered in the sky to block out the eternal warmth of the sun, flashing in glimpses of white as lightning strikes behind the yawning grey collective nimbus. The grounds below give an equally desolate and cold visage as the rain falls down in a pitter-patter onto the unkempt grass of a cemetery grounds. Aisles of tombstones where the dead sleep peacefully, unvisited on this day perhaps due to such poor weather conditions, however doesn't seem to bother one lone individual standing atop a hill next to an unmarked and freshly dug grave. With the cover of a tree and an umbrella in his hand, we find Finnegan Wakefield in an all-black suit -- one you would find fitting for a funeral -- with a mournful expression on his face as he stands over the open grave, rain pelting against his umbrella. We hear him take a deep breath in and out of his nostrils before he begins to speak. "Upon my shoulders rests the weight of a million expectations, weighing heavier by the day. Expectations to pick right back up where I had left off. Uncrowned without being usurped from the throne I had made for myself. Coming back to the house that I helped build the reputation for, it has proven to point a lot of eyes in my direction. And every pair, without distinction, has been contemplating just what Finnegan Wakefield has come back for. The short answer is a simple one; to return as the symbol. The sole exception to the rule that we live long enough to become the villain. To rebuild the pieces that I had left behind into a complete competitor that will rise back to the zenith of the OWA as I had before. There are also other personal affairs to tend to, but a pin has been put on those as other roadblocks have reared their ugly heads and forced me down a detour. One of those detours leading me to this Sunday. There are moments in time that define us in this industry. Hardcore Havoc will forever be the day that saw Finnegan Wakefield cast aside all doubters of his prospects. The day that Finnegan Wakefield showed the entire world he had the tools and the convictions to become one of, if not the sole, best professional wrestlers alive today. It was the start of a legacy that served as the floorplan for not just myself as an elite competitor but started the legacy of the Omega Wrestling Alliance as an elite brand of professional wrestling. And regardless of how that legacy is twisted, it will always be remembered as the ascension point for everything you see before you right now -- over a whole calendar year later. It's a page in history that can never be besmirched or torn away." Finnegan turns his head to face the other headstones that reside in this field, looking over them as he continues without turning back to the grave he is visiting. "In saying that, when this event comes around it serves as a unit of measurement to see just how far I have come as a competitor and as a man. It's almost crushing to see just how far that star has fallen. As quickly as it began, it was just as quickly over. I have used the metaphor in the past, but I can't see myself as anything less than Icarus having flown too close to the sun. How far I have seen myself fall from grace. And while I have had people say it was a sacrifice I needed to make, nobler to admit your problems and seek out the solutions for them, they're romanticising the reality of the situation. I gave it up. Plain and simply the pressures became too much for me to bear at a bad time of my life, I didn't swallow my pride and accepted once I handed the title over it was the right thing to do. I still question to this day how things could have been if I had stuck to my guns and kept going through the motions, would I uphold the status quo or would the pressures become too much for me to even pick up the pieces? Alas, I may never know. I took a risk, gambled my legacy away to see if it would uphold if I came back. Did it pay off? Time still has yet to tell. But as I returned and my reputation began murmurings in the locker room, tales of my time shared. And the mantra I lived by made me the flame to which the moths fly closer. My reputation proceeding my climb back up the mountain; many electing themselves to sweep my feet from beneath me. It's nothing I am not used to. I dare say that even standing in this graveyard that wouldn't even measure up to the number of holes those men dug themselves."

"Some people just don't fear death. And they find some... inventive ways to test their mortality. One chose to lead a group of the misguided towards a numbness to the world around them. One chose to take it upon himself to bring others to the brink of death and make them see and feel what he had experienced. It seems that Kenny Drakes teachings are still seeded in his head. And he targeted me to be that first example of his new philosophy. You must feel accomplished Nate Cage, you did something only an elite few have managed to do; you managed to burrow your way inside my head. You were able to manipulate me into hurting someone who was innocent to the situation, lored me into a trap, and you wrapped a dog collar chain around my neck. It hasn't stopped playing in my head on repeat since. My vision blurring. Gasping for every breath. The taste of cold iron as blood started to pool in the back of my throat and my heart beating in my ears. You brought me to the edge of death all to play your sick little new hobby of mind games with me. You claimed me taught a lesson and humbled, but didn't comprehend me chasing you down two weeks later. You made a very bold prediction to think your little lessons would stop me from pursuing you. Clearly you didn't take from the examples I set previous. I don't go out with a whimper, be it bitter or triumphant, I see it all to its end. Looks like you put me in your sights without realising what you were hunting because all you have done was get yourself into my head and I can tell you this with certainty -- that's a very dark place to be. It's a dangerous game to play with me. And I think you knew that. But your biggest mistake wasn't making me your first example." A violent flash of lightning lights up the earth below, a quick flash of the tombstone next to the open grave visible for only a hair. While the viewer would assume beforehand the tombstone would read the name of Nate Cage, the true name it bared was that of Finnegan Wakefield. "You didn't pull the trigger, Nate. You didn't pull the trigger and finish me off when you had the chance. In this hole, in this grave, I should be laying in the mud and pushing up the daisies. But I am not. And it's not because of your mercy. It's because your ego had you believe that nearly killing me would be enough to deter me -- to learn your sycophantic lesson and submit to it. WELL I AM STILL STANDING!" He raises his voice as lightning once again flashed the sky and the thunder roared like a mighty lion. "And as long as I have even the smallest ounce of life in me; you won't be rid of me. You brushed me off far too quickly moving right along to Moongoose, overlooked the possibility that I would come back seeking vengeance and the world knows there is no love lost between Moongoose and myself but I'll be damned before you put someone else through what you put me through unpunished. And I can't help but, as I stand here looking into a grave meant for me, ponder on my decisions." He trails for a moment as the rain beats down heavier, standing directly over the edge of the open grave as mud is pooling at the bottom of the pit. "The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist. A tired adage. But even the most overused sayings can still hold some truth in the right circumstances. This is one of them. You see Nate, I have had the devil whisper in my ear before. That devil has opposed me more persistently than anyone else ever has. Always planting in my head the ideas to just cast aside all the things that are unnecessary. The code that I compete by. The line I swear myself to never cross. A sense of honor that I have had many opposing men and women spit in my face for having. I have heard all these sweet nothings of what casting aside this image of the valiant Finnegan Wakefield would mean for me. Unrestricted by a moral code. The liberty to do as I please without consequences being dealt to me. Taking instead of earning every inch I get closer to the peak again. I could stand tall with my foot on the throat of the industry I breathed life into. I could spill more blood than I have shed to paint the canvas and bless it with my image. And I will admit it; it becomes a very tempting idea at times. Even now, I feel my hands shaking knowing just how easy it could be to walk that different path, see just how green the grass is on that side and see how many shortcuts I can take towards that childhood ambition I had." He once again trails. "But why would I? Why would I choose to make the man I see looking back in the mirror the very thing that I hate? Why would I want to walk the path just anyone can walk? My codes don't restrict me; my mercy does." Bending down, Finnegan picks up a dog collar and chain; the very same that was used to garrot him several weeks prior, held in his clenched fist. "Kenny Drake may have killed you once. But there was something of you left to resuscitate. I won't have similar mercy. Compared to the devil that lives within me you are but a tear in the rain. For the sake of the company I love, for the people that you've hurt and for the people you intend to hurt, at Hardcore Havoc I will stoop to my lowest point. I will cut loose from my restraints to test your new theory; that you're immune to pain. You're a little shit cunt of a cur that walked free without his collar for a time. But now, you'll be put back on the chain with me. And I assure you that white light experience you had will be paltry compared to that you experience when I break your arms. I break your legs and when that pain flushes in like a great flood and you BEG for me to kill you just so it will stop... I'll let those prayers go unanswered."

Kill Your Conscience---Hardcore Havoc
Promo Number Two

“East mode, everybody striking a pose Everybody's taxing my soul They say it's all the rage, to never act your age So what you're gonna hit me with next? Darwin or a Crucifix? So why you wanna do me like this? It's always so extreme, but what's it really mean? When you're begging for a brick Just to throw it back and forth And you call eachother sick Yeah you're coming back for more Back for more of what you love Back for more of what you hate You can't stop (stop, stop!) 'Cause you're already too late So you kill your conscience, cry yourself to sleep Kill your conscience, better you than me You're all plugged in, ready and rehearsed Do your best, do your worst, show me where it hurts Kill your conscience Kill your conscience Yeah you're all plugged in, ready and rehearsed Do your best, do your worst, show me where it hurts.”

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“You know what, Layne? I do accept something...”

The scene fades in, showing Tarah Nova sitting in the middle of a wrestling ring; Hair up in a ponytail and all dressed her black leggings & Old school ‘FREAKS > FAKES’ shirt. A simple small smile was gracing her lips as she looks up at the camera in front of her.

“I accept the fact that you do not believe the words that I speak. I also accept the fact that you honestly think you have a snowball’s chance in hell of beating me at my very own game...I mean you said it yourself: I am basically the Queen of this Environment. God...I hate using the nickname QUEEN...its so overrated and stupid; hence why I am the ShockCollar instead but...that doesn’t matter right now. No, right now the only thing that truly matters is the fact that you and I are stepping into this amazing hazard zone in a few days. That You and I are going to have a battle of the ages and only one of us will be walking out of it barely alive. Thought, I find it cute you think you can out fight me when it comes to Death Matches. You think being known as the Jack of all Trades and Master of None means shit to me? No. It doesn’t. I mean sure, okay, you have learned and have fought in so many other Environments but this...this DEATH MATCH...isn’t going to be like anything you have been around or have seen before. I’m not like any of those fuckers that you have name dropped, no. And guess what, Layne? I never will be like any of them either. Why? Because, unlike them---I’m going to prove you wrong.” Tarah shakes her head slowly, “I’m going to show you FIRST HAND at Hardcore Havoc why I am known as The ShockCollar of Hardcore Wrestling. The KingPin of Barbwire. I am the best of all times when it comes to Death Matches; even Kenny Drake couldn’t beat me and he is just as hardcore as I am. Seriously, go and look back at last year’s Hardcore Havoc, Layne. Unlike you, Drake knew the ins and outs of a Death match. He has wrestled in so many of them and with that, he was more of a threat than you are at this very moment. He was a lead alpha at this type of wrestling; talking just as selfish and cocky as you....and what happened? He failed. He went to his KNEES and bowed to my barbwired baseball bat. He knew he was in way over his head considering how amazing he was in this environment. He lost to me that night....just like you will this time around, Layne.” The ShockCollar’s smile widens, “But by all means, come on in to my Domain. Hell, you don’t even need to kick the bloody door down; I’ll hold it open and let you the fuck in with a smile on my face as wide as the Cheshire cat’s grin. You are fully welcomed into my world, Layne but I can promise you that you won’t like your stay here too well, no. Truly, like I said earlier, you look like the type who would rather not get his hands covered with blood. Frankly, I can see what kind of person you truly are from all away from here. You are a strong man who just wants to claim the world as his own without getting his hands too dirty. I mean, You might walk that fine line of unique styles and hard hits but in the end of it all...those things aren’t going to save you from feeling every bump and scarring metal that will touch your skin once the bell rings out for our war to begin. Thought you are welcome to grab a bat and take the first swing at me, I dare you to even. See honestly, I wanna know what Layne Kurobane is truly like when his back is up against a wall and his hands are wrapped around a dangerous weapon of his choosing. Will he swing for the fences or will he drop it like it was burning the flesh off his hands? Tick Tock, time will only tell us how you will react come HARDCORE HAVOC.”

Slowly, Tarah places her hands on her knees and lets out a heavy sounding sigh before tilting her head to the side a small bit. “But truthfully, even though I am very curious of the action you will choose; I know it won’t matter because I already know you won’t be making it out alive against me, Layne. While the clock ticks down for me with my upcoming retirement; it also tick down for you as the Television Champion. I mean...Can’t you hear it? It was echoing behind you every time you spoke. The sand has been falling down the hourglass on your champion reign since you accepted my challenge weeks ago....and a part of you knows this, doesn’t it? You know DEEP down that you don’t have what it takes to beat me at my own game...so you tried to turn the tables. You tried to make it look like I was the bad guy in this dance between us but I figured you out. Though, I do praise you for trying, Layne. Why, you may ask? Well it's because for a moment...just a second; I thought you were right. In the back of my mind I thought: ‘Maybe I was being selfish about this match’...but then I smacked that thought clear outta the way and soon realized I wasn’t. Layne...I don't like saying this word a lot but I will not regret saying it either.” Tarah places her hand over her heart, “But I deserve this moment. After everything...this is my moment to become not only the Television Champion but the first Triple Crown Champion as well and cross those two things off my bucket list. This moment is mine for the taking and once I kick you off your high horse and claim the Television Championship as my own...I will be in that crowd of Fans; celebrating with them. See, this win is not going to be for me, no. It's for them too. They have been with me through it all and have never left my side. I’d be lost without those people that have made me who I am and that's the truth. So like it or not, Layne; I’m walking out of my world as the NEW Television Championship and truly, there will be nothing you can do or say to stop me from achieving that goal.” Suddenly, Tarah picks herself up; her smile never leaving her face as she stands. “So all in all, You can call me cocky or ego filled but unlike you, I know what I am doing and honestly, I’m not scared to do what I must in order for a win....but the real question is: are you, Layne? Are you ready for Havoc to rain down among us as we stand across from each other? To see the blood and tear stains left behind after we are finished killing each other for the prize of walking out as the best? Time is ticking and frankly, I hope you know what you truly got yourself into facing off against me. ” Tarah simply shrugs her shoulders. “But Till then, I hope you surround yourself with your loved ones and kiss them for luck because at Hardcore Havoc, I’m going to show you that even the great Layne Kurobane can be broken beyond repair.”

Her smile fades into a smirk, “See you see, Layne.”

NOVA OUT.

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Hardcore Havoc Promo #1: “Want It"

(Word Count: 1,337)

They had about five and i was in all of em

Whichever one was winnin

Gareth: Here it is Derelict. This is what you wanted. This is the beast you created. I thought you'd learn your lesson. I thought you'd see what happened to the people that tried me the same way you did. I thought you'd see exactly the example I made out of people exactly like you. People who are bigger than me. People who are stronger than me. People who are more famous than me. You name it, I've put so many of em down. You know how? Because I'm a fucking soldier. If you've followed my wrestling career, if you've done any homework on your opponent, you'd know it takes more than simple mind games. It takes more than walking up behind me and giving me a finisher while I'm doing something else. That's all fine though, because I know your stupid mind games? Your misunderstanding of what this is all about? Your manic idiocy? It can only work against you. I am an in ring general. There is a reason why if I win against you at Hardcore Havoc, I will have been the first person to hold two titles in the history of Omega Wrestling Alliance. I saw what you had to say. I saw every bit of it. Every insult.

Seems like people really wanna talk about a Gareth Cason delusion.

But so few have stepped up to prove me wrong…

I may just be caught in the right one.

Gareth: imagine.. if you will a big bearded dragon. Got it? Great. Now take him and put him in front of a lion. You follow? Great. You know what's going to happen? Motherfucker’s gonna get eaten. Oh you're gonna treat my title so bad when you get it. You stupid motherfucker. You're literally promising to make a title WORSE than what it already is. I'm the guy that's famous for making titles BETTER when they find their way around my waist. You know why nobody cares about the Openweight title you big bald stupid fuck? Because YOU don't even give a shit about WRESTLING. What a conundrum that happens to be..you want people to care about your title when you don't even care about actually wrestling? You don't care about the hypocrisy of the people who pass by you on the street yet you decide to use it to throw some sort of fucking pity party for yourself? You want to take my title, only so you can make it worse than that other title you've barely defended while also not wanting to wrestle? Yeah I get it, your goal is not to make any sense. And you know what? You clued me in pretty fucking well into that when you first opened your slime covered, destitute fuckin mouth. Of course I'm going to have a career you idiot. Do you know who I am? A whole YEAR before you joined this company and LONG before you ever won that Openweight title, I was cracking skulls as Olympus’ Television Champion. Even in a time where i was beltless, I main evented more shows than a fucking sewer ginger who needed the dollhouse just to get on the main card of a fucking show. What a simple minded motherfucker you are. Yeah, I guess it fits your look that you know absolutely nothing about wrestling and nothing about the person you happen to be facing.
Ooo you've made people beg for their lives.

You've made people beg for their family's safety.

People like me though?

You haven't made people like me beg for jack fucking shit.

Because I ain't you… Derilict.

I don't beg for nothing.

And you've never met anyone… like Gareth Cason.

Gareth: I knew from the beginning of this thing that you had a plan. But really? You're not serious are you? You, the fake ass, immobile piece of red haired dog shit call ME, a legit mixed martial arts CHAMPION. A pampered Playboy? I rely on what to heal me after a fight? Luxuries? Tell me what luxury helped me heal after after I broke two ribs against Monolith. Tell me what luxury healed me when I was curb stomped on to a rope by Nate Cage? We heal the same Derelict. Because we feel the same pain. Just in different amounts. I don't need my hulking size or bulging muscles, just my technical acumen and experience in making men that are even bigger than you my bitch. Don't it ever get old for you people? Don't it ever get fucking tired lining up just for you to fall down to the most talented man in wrestling today? It's a never ending cycle. Someone calls me overhyped, I prove them wrong, someone calls me fake, I prove them wrong, someone calls me PAMPERED. You're heading on a one way street down to whatever cardboard box you call home and then getting kicked two ways into a goddamn river where you belong you goddamn mongoloid. Don't you understand you half wit? Winning two belts wasn't about a jewelry collection. It has nothing to do with it. You trashed my fucking gym you.. YOU…. UGH. You just assume you know everything don't you? YOU JUST THINK YOU'VE GOT IT ALLL FIGURED OUT.

GARETH DOES THIS BECAUSE HE'S THIS WAY

GARETH DOES THAT BECAUSE HE WANTS THIS

GARETH DOES THIS THING BECAUSE HE'S SELFISH AND THIS THING BECAUSE HE'S A BEGGAR

GARETH DOES ONE THING BECAUSE HE'S TOUGH AND ONE THING BECAUSE HE'S WEAK.

Gareth: YOU KNOW WHY YOU CAN'T GET INTO MY HEAD YOU PIECE OF SHIT? YOU KNOW WHY YOU STILL HAVEN'T? BECAUSE EVERYONE THINKS THEY KNOW WHY I DO THE THINGS I DO. EVERYONE THINKS THEY GOT A LOCK ON MY PSYCHIE AND I'M JUST PREDICTABLE TO THEM NOW.

THEN FUCKING BEAT ME YOU PIECE OF HUMAN FECES. BEAT ME IF YOU KNOW THIS MUCH ABOUT ME.

YOU KNOW WHY YOU STILL HAVEN'T? BECAUSE YOU CAN'T BECAUSE ALL YOU CAN DO IS COME UP BEHIND ME WHILE I'M FOCUSED ON ONE GUY WHO DIDN'T EARN A SHOT AT ME, AND THEN HIT YOUR FINISHER ON ME. THEN CHALLENGE ME LIKE YOU EARNED A SHOT AT MY TITLE. YOU FUCKING DIDN'T MOTHERFUCKER. YOU AREN'T THE HEADLINE, I AM! YOU AREN'T THE CHAMP, I AM! AND YOU SURE AS MUHAMMED ALI WAS GOOD THAT I'M THE FUCKING FAVORITE.

Gareth: I'm sure you've sat in your fucking dumpster you call a bathtub… And wondered.

What's the difference between me and Gareth Cason?

Why's he so good and I'm so fucking irrelevant?

Gareth: You know what sets us apart? I want it… I've wanted it from the moment I've stepped between those ropes. From the moment I sat at a press conference announcing my retirement from mixed martial arts. The moment I told my loved ones that now I was moving on. The moment I stepped into OWT and rocked a fucking house the first time. The moment I cut my first promo. The moment I won my first match and the moment I won my first title…

*Gareth’s eyes shine with a burning passion, and maybe even a few tears*

I've wanted it since those moments… and so many more…

You don't want it Derelict… you don't even know what it is…

Success?

Fame?

Recognition?

Being feared?

Being loved?

Being honored?

Being called the best?

You won't ever know what that feels like Derelict… you won't ever know what any of that feels like…

At Hardcore Havoc…

When you step into that ring…

After destroying my gym…

After slandering my name…

After trying as hard as you could to say the most ignorant, idiotic things I've ever heard…

You're not getting a normal man…

Because I'm a champion…

One that can only be described as…

LEGIT. FUCKIN. DANGEROUS.

Thanks for all that, Derelict.

You just dug your own fuckng grave.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) December 12th 2019, 4:17 pm by Guest

I Will Fight to End...

Pride has been the downfall of many men and women, hasn’t it April? The proud profound exclamation that you will unseat me and take my belt from me is very prideful. Though you can say the same thing about me proclaiming that I will not lose and that I will retain it, which is a fair point. It is even one I would agree with because you see April this match between you and me isn’t for the belt, but really it is about pride. The title is just the physical embodiment of our Pride. You looking for the pride you once had in other promotions and trying to relive the glory days when you were on top, and myself...while I am looking for the pride that I always saw around me.

Remember when I mentioned parallels? You just reinstated my thoughts about that and even reference it yourself. You said, “I was a lot like you”...doesn’t that ring a bell? You even went on the explain yourself, which is similar to what I did with Dulce and now I should do it to you. You are right April you and I are almost one and the same. When you were the champion in the other promotion you were just like me as you said. You took on anyone and every one no matter the cost and you never backed down and fought to the end. You defended your title against everyone and anyone and you even sought challengers out, and that is where you and I differ. While, yes I will and have defended my championship against anyone and every one the difference is I don’t go out of my way seeking challengers they come to me. They come to me because they think they can take advantage of my anger, my resentment, my longing for respect, my doubtfulness, and my hunger. Look at what has happened to them so far...they have all failed.

Perfection is a hell of a thing, isn’t? It is just like pride in the matter that it will eat at you until what you are doing is perfect, and even when you realize perfection is achievable...it drives you insane. The one thing I will gain from beating you would be the fact there would be a decisive victory in our match, or even a loser if you look at it from your eyes. For that tie has eaten at me ever since it was because there was no clear cut winner and that...well as I said before that bugs me more than anything, even if I would have lost my belt. I have never tried to hide my ongoing journey for perfection. It was always very obvious from my numerous changes on my moveset, theme, “gimmicks”, nicknames, and so on. I long for perfection, but I also know I will never be satisfied and that perfection is just a pipe dream because of it never achievable. To answer your question once again, yes defeating you would ease me as once again there will be a clear cut winner.

Hierarchy...is that all that really matters? If your place of hierarchy truly such a grand spot and one you hold dearly then why not just demand that you be placed there to Viola herself? You should have walked into her office and demanded that it should be you, Natalie, and Stephanie instead of Goto, but you didn’t. Now, I have my own idea as to why and sure I could share it, but I won’t because it would just be drawn out and seem like a madwoman rambling. Thank you for stating the same thing I have said about women being above me. I am guessing you don’t think I know my place in Odyssey. You know damn well I do and that is the reason I am always fighting and always trying to prove my worth! That is the reason I take on anyone and everyone to become battle-tested! You fucking know that when I do get to that tier of women that I would die fighting to maintain that spot before I let it go!

My style of wrestling reflects who I am as a person. It is unorthodox, anarchy infused, and just pure madness. It has no rhythm or style and has no grounded ideology. You see April when or even if I reach that tier of top women in OWA, I will easily stand out with my style, especially compared to the others who are just a style that is grounded like Goto and her traditional Joshi style, Cage with her British style, and you, April, with your hybrid of Shoot and Strong Style. They are grounded and common, but mine is wild and even odd but it helps me stand out from the rest. Can you promise that you will batter me? That you deafen my cheers? That you will kill my spirit? Let me tell you something April, you can beat me till I am black and blue or even bleeding and I will still get up with blood dripping down my face like a faucet or even with a broken bone. You can say you deafen my cheers, but everyone loves a good fighter like myself. Those cheers I hear will never deafen to me. You can try and kill my spirit, but I am afraid you will never be able to do that. You see my dear April, you can’t kill that no matter the cost...you can take my belt and while you think that would kill it...you would be dead wrong April as it would just reignite and make it burn even brighter.

Do I really understand who I am facing? No. I never know or understand who I am facing, if I am being blunt because while I can read people and understand their movements and mannerisms in the ring. I don’t know them as a person and that is an element that no one can number into a match. I am going to quote a man who defeated me and even made me change, he said, “What you did in the past or other promotions don’t mean jackshit.” Okay, that may not have been the exact wording, but close enough. I will answer your questions, just for a bit of fun. What do I know about pain? I know a lot about the pain my dear April. I know it both physically and mentally, and as far as your other questions I will kindly have to say no.

You know what I see when I look at the women of OWA...I see the same exact thing to some degree, though there are some that do need to be knocked down from their high horse and show that they are no better than anyone else. Come on, April, even if you do make it into a shining diamond I will still be a lump of coal. Nothing has ever been easy who would this be anything different even if I lose everything I will be heartbroken...but I will get back up and move forward fighting even harder than before. Also, I believe the spirit is better than control and focus because you can’t kill spirit...while you can break focus and even break from control...

Trust me, April, I won’t take what happens at Hardcore Havoc personally, it is just business after all, correct? Oh, I know you don’t dislike as I can say the same towards you and the truth can be bitter, but it isn’t towards me as I welcome the truth and hell even I speak it so its bitterness...really doesn’t bug me at all.

I know one thing April, our match will be a turning point for both of us. It is a battle of pride, it is a battle of the grizzled vet wanting to maintain their position and the blue chipped rookie fighting to take it, it is a battle between the orthodox and the unorthodox style of wrestling. So April, I will you see at Hardcore Havoc and remember one simple thing...I will fight to end.

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Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock

Welcome home, Tarah. I really mean that. You’ve really done me a favor that I didn’t even know I wanted and gone out of your way to enlighten me on exactly who you are and what your motivations are. Granted, I honestly would have been more interested if you were being truthful about what I said based on words that crawled from YOUR mouth, but I’m not gonna harp on that. I’m not here to give you a psych evaluation. I’m not your therapist. Despite all I’ve said, Tarah, I don’t intend to get inside your head with “MINDGAMES” like I’m some serial comic book villain. The things I said to you could be considered harsh, I suppose, but they weren’t an insult to you. It wasn’t an insult to you or your fans or where you’ve been and how you got to this point. Hell, I find it more insulting clinging to what makes you such a good person instead of the flaws that make you question just how morally right you are despite your best efforts. I’ve never been like that. I’m not going to waste my time considering myself to be righteous or “the good guy” or a hero to the fans. If people like me, then they like me. I’d sooner be loved for what I truly am than attempt to be loved by working hard to be something I’m not. But you do you, Tarah. I don’t care what you are when it all comes down to it. I’ve said my words and you know where I stand, so all that’s really left is for you and I to step inside the ring, right? Well don’t let me hinder you, not that you think I could. I don’t think I need to be a psychiatrist to see that you think I’m heading into a world that I’m not the least bit familiar with, but YOU? You ARE familiar with it, right? Hell, you may as well be considered the Queen of this environment I’m gonna be standing in. And I get that. I really do get it. It’s where you’ve thrived for the entirety of your career. Weapons, no rules, and pure, unadulterated pain; what more could you ask for? This is your world and I’m just living in it, I suppose. Hell, we could go beyond that even, couldn’t we? We could say that all of the Omega Wrestling Alliance is YOUR world. It all spawned from the people you know and love, and you were right there with it every single step of the way. You were here from day one, and when you put all of those factors into it, who really am I to you? Just some foreign invader who doesn’t know any better. Someone who operates by a different logic, a different culture, and thrives in a whole different world.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock

There’s nothing I hate as much as two people dancing around telling each other that they don’t know this or don’t know that. Yeah, Tarah, I don’t know you or what you’re truly about. Hell, I don’t know enough about myself for me to go trying to figure YOU out. You gave me the whole nutshell story of what you represent and where you’ve been and what you’ve done, so allow me to do the same for you: I’ve bounced around for the entirety of my career without an identity to call my own. I suppose in a way I do envy you for all that conviction you have to believe that you know precisely who you are. I never once believed you and I are two sides of the same coin. I do believe that we’re both selfish when you strip away all the bullshit people have layered onto this match, but make no mistake about it, we’re vastly different, you and I. You fully believe you know where you stand and what you have to do when Hardcore Havoc comes around. Because it’s the same thing you’ve done for your whole career. It’s a song you’ve played for years and years, and by this point you know every word and every note by heart. You’ll sing it beautifully at Havoc, I have no doubt about that. But me? I’ll song in the same key. I’ll sing every note, and I’ll know every word just as perfectly as you do. I don’t have an identity to call my own, Tarah. That’s why I am what I am. That’s why I’ve been called a “Jack of All Trades”. It’s why I’m just as well a “Master of None”. You want to introduce me to your precious world in the most brutal, enlightening way possible, but you don’t seem to get it. I already know your world. I know everyone’s world. Monolith believed a Barbed Wire Steel Cage belonged to him. Kai Stevens believed his own company and people belonged to him. Maggall believed that Olympus belonged to him. They were all painfully wrong, Tarah, and though you may be above each and every single one of them, you won’t be an exception, you will be a prime example of the rule. I don’t have an identity, so I’ll take yours. Is this your home? Is this where you belong? Here in OWA? Here on this stage? Here in this environment? Is this your home, Tarah? Then consider this me kicking the Goddamn door down and taking it for my own! So grab your weapons! Grab your steel chairs! Grab your barbed wire! Get your razor blades and hand grenades! I don’t give a shit what you want to use and how brilliantly you use them, because I’ll be there for it all. Every step of the way. I’m your shadow when we step inside that ring and I’ll sing this song and dance this dance as perfectly as you ever have, and I’ll take your home for my own. I’ll leave you just the same as the rest of them. I’m glad you believe you’re doing this for all the right reasons, Tarah. Then maybe you won’t have any regrets when it all doesn’t go the way you’ve always expected it to in times like these. You can get back up when the dust settles, wipe yourself off, and make yourself believe that it was all worth it in the end when your time is up at Final Destination 2. You have until then to accept it. Because I will beat you at your own game in your own home, and you’re on your own from there. You can decide then if every rule you followed up until this point was worth it if it led you to this loss, and when the countdown comes to zero on your career, I hope you don’t regret gambling the house and losing it all.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.

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