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) November 15th 2019, 7:12 pm by Guest

THE TALK

ONTARIO, or
[REDATED]
at 11:59 pm on Friday

(Moongoose McQueen is seen walking down the halls in a casual wear, he stops and turns his head as he notices a sound to the left of him. He pauses before turning towards there, the sound, getting louder.... fap fap fap... fap fap fap.... Camera pans over to the door, a sign that says “Consuelo's Room.” Moongoose places his hand on the door knob, and slowly twists it open, he turns on the switch.)

Moongoose: What the hell is going on in here?

(The camera shows Consuelo on his bed side, tissues and lotion by his side, the screen on. Consuelo has been caught churning butter, literally)

Moongoose: Boy, how many time I gotta tell you that you can churn butter tomorrow? Who put you up to this? Was it Cameron? Someone get me the God of War Medallion and a sock!

Consuelo: No, no, no. sorry. It's just I got so excited from getting all that maple syrup in Canada and I wanted to get ready for breakfast tomorrow

Moongoose: First of all, you shouldn't make a mess in the room. And Second of all, chances are, the room is filthy as hell, so you shouldn't be eating off anything in this room.

Consuelo: What do you mean?

Moongoose: Has Revy not given you the talk?

Consuelo: No?

Moongoose: Good. Look, Consuelo. (Moongoose sits on the bed besides Consuelo and tells him to sit closer so they can talk) When a man.... really hates another man.... it gets complicated.

Consuelo: You hate Kenny and Aria?

Moongoose: Nah, in fact, I love them. I adore them. Nah, I'm talking about Chris Sabertooth. When a man hates another man and are forced to team up together to take on two of OWA's most decorated talents.

Consuelo: You put aside your differences in order to achieve the goal of winning?

Moongoose: No, estupido, you need to stop interrupting me and let me finish. If you are forced to work with someone that you hate, you plan the first move to betray their fuckin ass before they betray you. Especially someone as notriously bad as Sabertooth, who has betrayed Kingdom at Civil War. It's like that expression. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Now Sabertooth, Havoc, whatever the hell he is going as, I'm sure he is having this exact talk that I am having with you, but with his imaginary friend.

I'm sure he is thinking about the best opportunity to leave me mid match. He's gonna talk shit about how he is public enemy number 1. How all the attention is on him because he managed to get a fast one on Finnigan Wakefield, and pull the wool over the eyes of the locker room, setting up Kingdom to lose at the every start of Civil War, thinking we will forget about the fact that he lost to Aria Jaxon. And once he gets Kenny and Aria in the mood, I'm sure no one will be surprised at all, when he hightails it, leaves me in the ring to deal with these two. Honestly, I rather just cut that bullshit now. If possible, I rather just face these two in a handicap match. I rather have no one have my back than have to rely on the likes of Sabertooth. Hell, I don't even know which variation is possible, but I made my plead, “please, none of the above.” I'll solo this myself, I'll take on the likes of the OWA Champion and the Number 1 Contender while he can just wait from the “Sparks Position.” Kenny Drake's idea, by the way, bless his soul. This is why I like him.

But alas, their call was, this is already what is advertised, and if you already know it's gonna happen, guess you wouldn't be surprised. You see this shit, Consuelo? They dun curr. The executives don't care about their God of War. They once again, set me up in a position where I got two targets in front of me, and now, I gotta watch my back for that knife. So what do we gotta do here, Consuelo? We plan contingencies. We make the first move. I'm gonna say it right here, right now, if Chris Sabertooth even attempts to make his way towards the back mid match, Bane in the corner over there, is gonna be waiting for him.

(Camera pans over to the corner of the room, where the 7 foot masked monster, Bane is standing)

Consuelo: HOW LONG WAS WE HERE WATCHING ME CHURN BUTTER?!! I COULD HAD BEEN DOING OTHER THINGS!!

Moongoose: I'm not done yet. Stop interrupting. But you see what I'm saying? Now in my case, it's more like, when a man hates the world, what can he do? And nah uh uh, “it's not the man simply takes the world as it is and makes the most of it.” Because remember, it's not simply that that world sucks, but the world is out to get him. I mean, I could had any tag team partner for this match. It could had been CM Nas, it could had been Jeff X. Hell, I wouldn't even mind if it was Finnigan Wakefield. Heck tell me, exactly in what mind set does it makes sense that Kenny Drake, Aria Jaxon, two people who will face off would tag with one another. But instead, I'm stuck with, quite honestly, one of the top 5 people I hate. You want to know how that list goes. Lets count it off. Reginald Dempshaw at Number 5, Chris Sabertooth at Number 4, Carlos Rosso at Number 3, Scott Oasis at Number 2, and Number One.... ugh.... CAGE!! You see why this is so hard for me? Have to go up against Kenny Drake in this match? We have so much in common. I legit believed that for that 30 seconds that Nate Cage was dead, Kenny Drake had brought the world in a state of world peace, and then that son of a bitch had to come back to life.

But alas, look at current state of OWA. Gareth Carson is the world champ when guys like Carlos Rosso got a shot to fight for the Ascension briefcase, and even a shot for the OWA Championship just last week. Guys like Sabertooth who have been ungrateful for all the opportunities has yet to be truly punished for his crimes, and for whatever dumbass reason, Kingdom will not give the fans what they truly want. And that is Moongoose McQueen vs Udy. But noooooooo. We are gonna keep Moongoose away from the high profile matches. We're gonna let Kenny and Aria go at it first, and you know what, that's fine. That's fine. I'll happily take the title off either one of them. But what's more insulting is this mentality going on and about that, I am “the bad guy.” That I am grouped in the same category as the likes of Chris Sabertooth. I mean, I am a great guy. Sure, you can argue that I put you boys on the line, and I shouldn't had done that, but I fought hard to keep you both. I am a great paternal figure, yet Kenny Drake kills a man, and he's the hero?!

And while it's odd that we are all talking about how Chris Sabertooth betrayed Kingdom, lets rewind time about a year back, when lets not forget who Aria Jaxon chose to align with. SSW. Don't get me wrong, I have a great deal of respect for what she has done. She has absolutely earned her keep and getting that win at Civil War this year on behalf of Kingdom, she is obviously the best world champion in OWA to date. I simply bring that little piece of history up to remind you, and everyone else that OWA is systematically broken. After all, was it not just the end of season 1, where Jon McAdams was so against the idea of Aria Jaxon being the world champ, but is now bending back over backwards for her? Are we the type that is simply gonna forgive Aria Jaxon for all of her transgression simply because she was one of the first female wrestler to win a male world title? She fought against OWA, and now she represents it, and while I can tease the idea that man can very soon be Kenny Drake, how can we look past his roots too.

One half of the Wolvesden, with that insufferable Nate Cage. Believe me, you did a world a service when you almost killed the man at Civil War, but let's not front here. Nate Cage is a by product of your own doing. You simply created a monster and felt compelled to correct it, but only when someone precious to you was threatened. Kidnapping a child. That's cute. Anyone with a van or two can do that. But you see the point I'm making here, Kenny? Just as Aria Jaxon has done harm to OWA, you are perhaps the greatest offender of them all. You took Nate Cage in, taught him, nurtured him, and then left him with us when you he “broke your heart” or whatever bone he broke. You can blame Nate Cage for a lot of your problems, but in the end, the root of your problem was always you to begin with. And despite that “brutal” match you had. Nate Cage still stands and intends to do the shit he has always been doing as if nothing really happened. If anything, some how, his ego is probably 10 times bigger than what it original was. “Ooh, I survived death, nothing can stop me!” Sigh, and look at you , going for the world title before actually finishing the job. Tsk tsk.

I know that is a lot of criticism. And I know that both Aria and Kenny have become better people since, while Chris Sabertooth continues to be an irredeemable piece of shit. But I wouldn't be doing my job as a bringer of truth. If I wasn't a proper example for the people to look up to. If I wasn't completely open and transparent with myself, I wouldn't even be able to look at myself. I can't allow these people to turn a blind eye, all because of one moment or one match. Redemption doesn't work like that, regardless of how the wrestling industry makes it out to be. I stand by my cause of ruling Kingdom with an iron-fist. No tolerance, no mercy. If I have to endure and suffer, then so do the rest. I will be the one representing OWA as it should be. I will be the one to correct Kenny Drake's mistakes when the time comes. And whether it's Finn or Nas that deals with Chris, I'm sure Chris will find some way to sneak in a shot at what will be eventually my OWA Championship belt!

But until then. This tag match. It wont' count. I know that despite all my contingencies, I'm a clearly at a disadvantage here, and I know Aria and Kenny have to deal with whatever it is that they are dealing with. But my feelings and ambitions are now there on the table. I know that Aria and Kenny should be focused on one another, but they shouldn't forget about me. It's all simply a matter of time til I make my move and claim what is rightfully mine. And make no mistake. I don't expect to win the title and have people forgive and forget about the things that I've done. I know I'm not blessed with the support that so many people have here, in fact, I'm prepared for all the consequences that are gonna come with me taking the title off however has it. I'm prepared for the hate. I'm prepared for the threats. I'm prepared for the responsibilities. It is inevitable, and I urge each and everyone single person in this match to watch their back. For I do not forget, nor have I yet to forgive. You will all get your comeuppance.

Consuelo: You really think you can do all of this.

(Moongoose puts his hands on head and pats him, and smiles)

Moongoose: If you commit to No Fap 24/7, you can do anything. Now go to sleep.

(Moongoose tucks Consuelo in bed and turns off the lights before slightly closing the door)

Moongoose: Good night, Consuelo.

Consuelo: Good night Moongoose........ Good Night Bane.

Bane: …..... Good.... Night..... Tom.

(Moongoose closes the door, the room goes dark. End)

The materialist. November 15th 2019, 5:38 pm by **Arata Asakura**

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Kingdom #1 Part 2: The materialist.

16.11.19 Denver, Colorado

*The camera catches a young Japanese sitting on a crate, which is using to carry equipment, on the backstage of one of the promotions with which he has a contract. Arata is wearing black leather pants and boots that are a characteristic part of his ring attire and a Nike brand hoodie of the same color. On his left shoulder is visible ALPHA World Tag Team Championship and Wrestleworld Shogun Championship placed one on top of the other. The man leans his back against the wall, and one of his hands is on the titles, while the other one lies freely on the crate. At the beginning of the recording, the man only bites his lip smiling slightly, a moment passes before he begins to speak.*

Hayden...Hayden...Hayden...It is not easy, but I have to admit that I was a bit wrong about you. I was wrong, because I thought you were a much better person than it turned out in reality, but everyone makes mistakes, right? I thought you were just rough and your tongue was too long, but the truth is that you are just a trash that screams as loudly as he can to get just a little attention. And for what? For money? Don't be ridiculous. Such miserable priorities make you even more pathetic human being in my eyes (Arata laughs mockingly, shaking his head) Do you think I've never met such people? I may surprise you, but there are plenty of them. This is not the first time someone is trying to make me feel worthless, but I am immune to such stupid games. I started politely because I'm not used to being too offensive right away, but if you abuse my courtesy, know that it won't end well. When someone respects me, I do the same to him or her, but with people like you apparently I can't do anything other than using a strong words. However, words are just a warning, if you force me to show you why it's not worth pissing me off, you will find it out the hard way, that I don't only have the sharp tongue.

*Arata begins to snap the knuckles of the hand. At first he even looks at his fingers, but then directs his eyes towards the camera again.*

In your poor attempt to make me realize how much I don't know you, you also made the mistake of claiming that you know who I am and at the same time saying all this nonsense about me. 'Nameless cannon fodder who can probably count the amount of wrestling training sessions he’s had on one hand.'? Oh my god, I don't know what world you live in, but my name is more known in the wrestling world than yours at all, and the fact that you were part of OWA a few months before me doesn't change anything in this case. When you were chasing like a fool for the title from kids league, I have been travelling all over the world and changing this industry for better and better every day. I have been facing new opponents, gaining new experience. And it wasn't for money, but for ambition, which makes that I can't live in a different way.

You may claim, that I am just a kid and criticize my skills, but you will never ever undermine my diligence again. You look at a guy for whom work has always been one of the most important values and who has spent a large part of his life working to find himself in the position he is in now. Have I been involved in serious wrestling for a long time? No, it's my first year, but the truth is that the amount of time I spent here, has never been something that can determine my level. Yes, experience is important for self-development, but if someone doesn't have something that makes him better than others, even all these years in this industry are not in his favor (The man combs his hair with his fingers) You can offended me as much as you want, Hayden, but everything has its limits. Insults? It doesn't impress me, I heard it many time. You can say whatever you want until it's a lie, but the fact is, your statement is one big bunch of lies. And I'm not going to politely listen to it. You see, I didn't have an easy start, I'm from a so-called poor class and the truth is that when I started I didn't even believe I could achieve anything more than wrestle before 40 people. But nevertheless I was blindly trying to satisfy my ambition, which was much higher than real perspectives and that's why I am here, because I did something out of nothing, even if no one reached out the hand to help me. That's why people call me The Self-Made Man. It's not just stupid gimmick, it's how I live. It's how I'm making the name for myself in this business.

*Arata interrupts his speech to put his hands in the cross arms position.*

Recently you asked what I see looking at your face. Honestly? I don't see the 'big, bad shark' you think you are. The only thing I can see is that you are a fucking materialist. Your answer to all this things is money, money, money..And I am the one who doesn't know the real life? I know that money runs this world, I want it or not, but it is not the most important priority, as there are many other things worth fighting for. If you can't see it, then you're just one of many puppets in the power of this world. If it comes to me? Although I like expensive suits, money is something I can do without and that doesn't make me don't know life. Quite the opposite, because I grew up feeling the poverty on my own skin and even though I got my ass kicked many times because of that, for me it was always something more than materialistic motives. For a long time I wondered why you chose this way of life? Are people really so spoiled that the only way they can comfort their too big egos are fancy items? And you know what? I still don't understand and probably don't even want to understand. I don't want to try to understand, just like you don't want to, that not everyone is a damn simpleton. Listen, Cross, just because I'm telling you something I know from my own experience doesn't mean I'm pretending to be a philosopher. Unlike you, when I leave the ring, the banknotes that are not worth anything on a larger scale are not the only thing I take with me. Every time I go back to the backstage I become smarter. Why? Because I draw conclusions, and this means that I don't make the same mistakes twice. Think what you want, but motivation on its own doesn't make you unstoppable. If you don't think about what is happening with you and around you, this fire will go out faster than a cigarette crushed by a boot. But you know what? Maybe you need a such slap from reality to finally understand it. Maybe the moment I take these keys from you, I'll do you a bigger favor than I thought at first. And maybe then you will understand why my reasons are different than yours.

After your little speech, I can notice that you think that I want the fans to love me, but you can't be more wrong. I don't give a fuck if they chant my name or not. Is it nice to be a champion in the eyes of the world? Of course, probably everyone wants to hold this piece of gold, but I am not a person who wants this to get people's support. And honestly I have the impression that as further steps I take in this industry, then I feel that they would more love to spit in my face, but I learned to live with this hatred. Did it hurt at first? Well...it wasn't easy to understand, but how do they say sadness and pain are the best teachers, didn't they? Finding the answer to this question made me stop feeling the pressure, which often came from the fact that at the back of my head I was thinking about what people would say, but now it doesn't matter anymore. I feel like my mind is free from doubts and the constant need to meet the expectations of others. This is something that probably gives me an advantage. I can approach to this match calmly, because I have nothing to lose. The pressure in on you as on a holder of keys. And this is not even the pressure of others, but your own, because you don't get extra money, and it would be so awful.

*The man laughs lightly, thinking about how irrational his opponent's priorities are.*

I am even happy that you are so confident, because the closer to our match the more I want to show you where your place is. And I don't mean the one where you think you are, but the one you really belong to. And what's more I am going to show you that I am more than you will ever be, but that’s all your fault. However, there are positive aspects of your stupidity. At least, you'll be an example to others that it's not wise to underestimate me. And these keys will be the perfect confirmation of my words, that's why I'm going to do everything to get them in my hands. And when I say everything I don't mean cheap shots. I'm not that kind of man. However, you must know that if something is important to me, I don't care how much sweat or blood I have to give for it. So even if you still feel dissatisfied with your previous opponents, remember one thing, I am not like them and this time it will not be so easy. You're going to face challenge, you never met before. You're going to face the future face of this company.

Are you fucking done?

Good.

The posters that you talk about, the “Brutalization” of the roster that you’ve done, means absolutely nothing to me and you want to know why, “Champ”? Because everything I said is still true. You can downgrade the competition that I’ve fought all you want, but the fact of the matter is that you have never seen anyone like me in the center of the ring to square up against. I do care about facing you. I care about being in the main event, something that means quite a lot to you apparently too.

This match means something to me, alright, but not necessarily because it’s you. I see that championship that you’re holding and believe that without a doubt that Stephanie and Goto would be better holders, but just because they’re chasing you that doesn’t mean that the title isn't worthless. Let’s face it, Stephanie Matsuda is probably as smart as a pet rock and Azumi Goto is distracted by shiny things, so what they seek have no bearing on what I want.

You managed to beat Eris with a broken arm, and I have to say that’s an impressive feat! But the problem is, I think that Natalie Cage is gone. Somewhere from super gluing your head shut to slithering past Diantha Moreau like the little worm you are, I think you’ve lost your edge. I think that you don’t feel like anyone can touch you because you’re in with the boss, had a few big headline matches, and have been on a few posters. I think it’s time someone let you in on the joke: People aren’t paying to adore and watch you perform ...they're just waiting for you to get your ass kicked. You keep running your mouth about how I haven’t done this and that in OWA...other than the losses to Eris, honestly I’ve not had all that much to do, you know? Like I said before, the powers that be know that I could beat any man they put in front of me yet refused to grant me an Openweight title match.

And I stand by what I said about Roni being the better, more significant champion on Odyssey. You rattle off the typical champ spiel about being on top and how I’m some lowly little cockroach you’re going to stomp out. The funny thing is, I’m happy that you’re thinking this is a gimme. I like being underestimated...ITS A FUCKING TURN ON. You have no idea what you’re kicking off trying to get me fired up.

Would I like to wipe that smug little grin off your face and claim that title? Sure. But your gold isn’t the gold I want. Just because it’s got “World” on it does it mean that it means the world to me. There are some things more valuable than money, more important than shirt sales and television ratings and ticket sales. Integrity, honor, duty, discipline.

At some point, you knew what that meant. You’ve forgotten all of it. ANd no matter how many bloody battles you fight, no matter what people come calling, you still have a void in your reign that you’ll never get past….

And you know why and how I know?

Even though you’re so fired up and pissed off at this little “worm” that you think I am….you won’t even speak her name without shaking. She scares you. I see it in your eyes, I hear it in your posturing little voice.

You know who I’m talking about, too.

Don’t worry, champ, I’ll be ready….and you better bring your lunch pail, sis. You and me, tag team match or not, are going to fucking work.

Natalie is standing in front of an impressive trophy case. Inside is a wide collection of her weekly awards, her Promoer of the Year Award, her Clash of the Titans winner’s plaque, and the crown jewel of the piece is her OWA Women’s World Championship.

Bitch, you called out Roni Ozborn because you know damn fucking well that you ain’t got the stones to take me out. The moment that belt was off Dulce, you saw your opportunity to strike. Oh, my belt’s worthless to you, is it? The belt that’s been taken overseas, the belt that just closed out Civil War. Yeah, some paper champ I am. Because as I walked out of Manchester in a pool of my own fucking blood, after going to war with Jessica Rose, “paper champion” is exactly what everyone was saying, right? You wanna say that cheating devalues a title’s entire legacy and then in the same breath bring up fucking Roxy? That bitch lucked out so many times in keeping the belt that I regret not asking her for lottery tickets.

Just cool it and realise that this isn’t a fight you can win. Come at me with all the claims you want that I’m some sort of underserving champ. Because while you’re focusing on one element, I’m focusing on an entire periodic table. I don’t give a fuck what mid-tier belt you held in a mid-tier company for 300 days because your LAW roster has the depth of a puddle. Give me a fucking break. Nobody here gives a shit. You have nothing of note to your name in OWA and you have to bring up outside achievements to make anyone take you remotely seriously. But I’m the insecure one, apparently. I have beaten down, brutalised and tormented the entire Odyssey locker room because I’m the fucking man around here. This title is prestige incarnate and no matter what bollocks you peddle, nothing changes that. How many OWA posters were you on this year? How many OWA shows did you headline? I’ve broken so much ground on this brand and here you are parading around like I’ve performed some great injustice.

The records I’ve set and the firsts I’ve performed are in the history books. They’re more significant than you winning some matches that nobody remembers because they didn’t lead to anything. This is the first time you’ve been put in a match that anyone gives a shit about in some fucking time because it’s with me. And I know you care A LOT about facing me because I’m practically the only cunt you mentioned on your little soapbox. You barely brought Azumi up because let’s face facts: she whooped your arse the last time you two met up and now she’s got the fucking killer app on her side. You wanna talk about the pain you’re gonna bring me like I haven’t been a part of some of the most insane moments this company has ever seen? I fell 30 feet from a scaffold and sent Roni De Vil to Hell. I superglued my own fucking head shut after being thrown through a plate glass window. But I’m supposed to be afraid of you putting a submission hold on me like I didn’t go into a street fight with Eris with a broken fucking arm? Am I supposed to be intimidated by an inconsistent little worm who is only gonna slide back down the card once I humble her?

The Goddesses Title means fuck all unless Dulce’s holding it or unless I get a shot. Roni is weak and I’ve made my point on that abundantly clear already. The World Title? Two of the top draws in this entire industry want a piece. There you are, claiming this thing is worthless when Azumi Goto and Stephanie Matsuda are falling over themselves to challenge for it. How does that reflect on your opinion of them? Azumi’s your greatest rival and apparently, she’s a fucking idiot for wanting a crack at the gold. Stephanie is basically treated as a god around here – not that I understand why – and the first thing she wanted was a go against me. Everyone who shows up on this show wants the big money Natalie Cage match and you’re just bitter because you’re not in the running. It’s not that you chose not to call me out, it’s that you couldn’t. What have I got to gain from defending the gold against you? You’re a gimme fight, April. A tune-up for the real main event. Don’t try to cover for the fact you’re not a real star here by saying you’re some servant of humility who wants the “real” prize. That line is played out to fuck. If the title I hold is so fucking worthless…why aren’t you trying to change that? Surely you believe you can do better? Why not challenge me and take it for yourself so you can “restore” whatever prestige that I allegedly took from it? Because you KNOW that you ain’t beating me in any fucking scenario, short of me being duct taped to the canvas.

Yeah, I know your game and I know your play. You’re hoping to God that I’m not champ by the time you’ve actually strung some wins together to make a run for the belt. You’re praying to all the powers above that someone you know is actually beatable might be what you have to face. Diantha ain’t getting the belt, that’s for damn sure. She’s never beat me and she never will, fact. I taught that little girl everything she knows and the fact she wasn’t smart enough to see a bit of…creativity come into play is on her. Hell, how many times has she cheated to win a match? More than me, that’s for fucking sure.

As far as Steph being the ref in this match, I ain’t really got an opinion. She was gonna be my opponent for Hardcore Havoc and now? Well, now things are different. Now we’re in a situation where I’m spoiled for choice. Whatever solution is brought to me, I’ll entertain it. Handicap, triple threat, you name it, I’ll do it. Because I’ve never once backed away from a fight and you know that. Steph’s gonna do herself a favour and call this one right down the middle. Because if she tries to hand me a win to get on my good side, I’ll drop her on the spot for not letting me do things my way. If she fucks me over…I’ll make the old bitch wish she chose retirement over this comeback run. She’s played this game long enough; she knows the way it goes. And I’m sure she’s familiar with my work to know that I say what I mean and mean what I say.

April, this is the last time I’m gonna bother with you. I wanna see your arse down and out and then, hopefully, you’ll get the message that this little experiment of yours ain’t working out. You failed to get the Openweight Title, you’ll fail to get the Goddesses Title, and I’m not one for charity so you’re damn sure not getting a sniff of my crown. While I’ve been busy main eventing shows with the likes of Aria Jaxon, you’ve been searching for a reason to even exist in the OWA fold. While I’ve been putting in work and giving this beautiful title a reign it deserves with a champion the people can be proud of, you’ve been…you know, I’m not entirely sure what it even is that you do.

The people might have got mad after Boiling Point but listen to them now. Love me or hate me, they blow the roof off of every arena I walk into. Ratings are up, merch sales are through the roof, every other sign or t-shirt in the crowd is for Natalie Cage. I’m a worldwide phenomenon and you’re sitting in your little corner, talking about how horrible I’ve been as champion. I’ve done more to put this brand on the map in a year than you’ve done in your entire career. After you lose this match and you lose to Roni, why don’t you fuck off back to the minor leagues and hold your paint pot title for another year? I hear the regional circuit’s begging for you to hit the hotel plazas again. Now fuck off and let me admire the fruits of my labour. Because I worked for everything in this damn cabinet, and nobody can say otherwise.

Natalie turns around to admire the contents of the cabinet.

Gold At My Fingertips

[April Song is shown making her way to the locker room area after a match at an OWA live event on the outskirts of Mexico City. Even though she was an easy winner against a young local luchadora, she’s not in a particularly good mood when she meets the small contingent of press just a few feet away from the locker room doors.]

So, lemme guess, you all want to know what I think of that big, sensational, awesome tag team main event that was made for Odyssey, right? Or do you want to know about that Championship Scramble that was announced for LAW? Or even me making my way over to WrestleWorld and giving something new a try, right? I’m not going to talk about any of that just yet, at least directly. What I want to do is talk about a certain blue elephant that got put in the room where four of the most talented wrestlers on the planet are going to be standing. Azumi Goto, one of the best Japan has seen in a long time, Natalie Cage and Roni Ozborn, both champions in the Omega Wrestling Alliance, lil’ ol’ April Song ...and Stephanie Matsuda refereeing it all. Everyone seems to want to tiptoe around this rather significant issue of Stephanie Matsuda officiating us, but I'm not going to because I have all the subtlety of a sledgehammer.

You should all know that I am not the biggest Stephanie Matusda fan. She’s a thief, she’s a coward, and she stole something from me that I can’t have back. Every time I’m within a few feet of her I want to break a bone in her body. But, as some of you may know, I can’t actually put my hands on her...at least in an OWA ring. She’s off limits to me because of our history, and since Viola is too much of an ass to not schedule us to fight, she mocks me by putting her in a match as my “special referee”. Now, I know it seems like she and Natalie have some issues now and Goto is asserting herself in the picture as well, but I want to say something to Stephanie and Viola directly:

I’ll keep my word. I’ll be professional and I won’t do anything to antagonize Matsuda or provoke her. My business is with Natalie Cage and Azumi Goto...but if she makes it HER business to get in MY business...accidents may happen.

So, how did we get ourselves into this sort of predicament, huh? Four women each with their own agendas forced to pair off and coexist with the biggest asshole in the world acting as the rule of law. I have to say, I don’t know nor do I really care. Things got a little spicy out there when Roni came out there to accept my challenge, but I don’t harbor any ill will to her. Am I a competitor who will happily knock her on her ass to take her title when given the opportunity, absolutely. But I’m not about shortcuts or foolishness. As long as the Goddesses Champ doesn’t get to be an annoyance and we stay focused on what we’re there to do, I have no problems teaming with her. No disrespect to her, but I can’t call the two of us a “dream match”. Not in my mind. She is still finding her way in this sport and me...I’m just a little nobody passing through trying to make it, y’know?

I’m glad that Goto is back. Stephanie and Natalie seemed a little shocked by her return, but frankly I was not. I knew that one day the bright lights and all those matches she wanted to have would call her back home. And, you know what? I’m ECSTATIC that her return match to the Odyssey fold happens to be against yours truly and Roni Ozborn. Azumi, my match with you was a fork in the road for not just my stay in LAW, but in my career in general. You had never, NEVER managed to beat me before then but you did it when the gold was on the line and I don’t feel bad about saying that.

I didn’t choke, you made your dream a reality.

Because of you, I realized that I needed to get to another level and for that I’m eternally grateful. Now that you’re back, I want to show you the same grit, resolve and determination you showed me. I want to show you the growth that you made possible. And once I’ve shown you what I’m about, I’m going to make a statement by beating you.

This is an amazing cast of characters, this match. You’ve got the plucky, hard-nosed underdog, the flashy super-heroine, an even flashier anti-hero, me co-starring as comic relief ...and a hateable villainess. You would think that with me and Natalie having similar backgrounds and similar tastes in things like alcoholic beverages that we would get along fine but I have to be honest here: I don’t fucking like the girl! I don’t know what it is, her punchable face, her sneaky ways, her constant kissing of her own ass, but I have to say Natalie is an annoyance to me. I’ve been wanting to smack the taste out of her mouth for the longest and now I finally, FINALLY get the opportunity.

There’s all this talk about cleaning out the division, about how she rolled over the champions from LAW and JET...but she didn’t face the best champion LAW had to offer. Shit, I beat Kayla Winters myself before she lucked her way into becoming LAW Champion, with her little asshole friend Roxy watching her back to boot. For over 300 days, I turned away everyone under any circumstances to defend the Lethal Specialists Championship. And I’m proud as hell of the fact that I lost it to someone who was finally ready to take it.

Natalie, you’re sad as hell that people want to disregard what you’ve done. You didn’t need help to beat Eris, Bane, or Goto. You beat Diantha on several occasions without assistance. But, at least in my opinion, the day that you cheated, the day that you and your gal pal screwed someone who doesn’t have the win-loss record but worked her ass off to get in that spot

The OWA Women’s World Championship became worthless to me.

Everything that you have done before, all the hard work, the sweat that people like Goto, Jupiter, and all the people that worked their ass off to have a crack at that title, hell, even Sweet Roxy ...all those names, all that hard work, you took a colossal shit all over it once you couldn’t lose a belt like the “Alpha Male” you claim to be. I may not have a slither of gold around my waist at the moment but one thing that NO ONE can say about me no matter where I’ve been is that I CHEATED MY WAY TO VICTORY. Every title I won, I made it fucking mean something while I held it. You? You just made an absolute joke of OWA with that...and it pisses me off. Nobody gives a crap about the match you want, I think the whole world knows what match you damn sure don't want ever again. I don’t think she’s ready yet, but I know for a fact that one day Diantha is gonna make you answer for what you did. If it’s not me, I hope to GOD that it’s her that takes the title from you and restores it to what it should be. You know in your heart of hearts that she had you beat, that everything about you is as fake as your tits are.You KNOW you owe her a rightful opportunity at that title...and you’re scared as hell because you know that she can beat you. Maybe I am getting above myself, seeing as I haven’t held a title here just yet. I’ve been working my ass off on Olympus, beating any man they dare put in front of me, but it looks like they don’t think beating people like Reginald Dampshaw, Jeff X and others means anything. Believe me, I’ve been doing everything I can to get noticed and get title matches, but I can only control what I can control. And this Saturday, guess what? I’m gonna control your fucking arm before I snap it with a double wristlock. I look forward to becoming Goddesses Champion and showing OWA what an actual champion looks like because if you’re what’s supposed to pass for a Champion around here, I’m amazed people pay to see it.

So to put it bluntly, if you’re wondering why I called Roni out instead of you: She’s the top Champion on Odyssey in my eyes. You’re a paper champion and this weekend, I’m going to expose you. You’ve wrestled people like me, but you’ve never wrestled anyone as technically sound, as astute as I am in the fine art of making bitches tap. Heh, you thought your big brother breaking your arm was brutal...wait Until I get ahold of you and refuse to let go.

My interests are varied, my objectives are scattered over various companies and hell even various OWA brands, but something that you need to understand, Dear Champion, is that no matter where I am, no matter the circumstance, I focus on the moment. The difference between me and the rest of you is that regardless of which one of you I teamed with, I have the sense to focus on the task at hand to achieve victory. Case in point, I even teamed with Asshole Part Time Referee Matsuda to win a tag match or two in the past. I see so much gold around me walking into these next few matches I’m going to take part in, it feels like I’m Mario and I found a secret room during some level full of gold coins. But, BEFORE I get my own personal gold rush on the way, I’m going to introduce myself to Miss Cage, remind Azumi of who the best in the world is, and give Roni an up close and personal preview of what her fate is going to be.

If any of you have any doubts about how good I am and if I really, truly deserve top billing among all these stars, April Song is gonna ease your doubts, one submission hold at a time. And if a certain blue-haired little frog wants to leap...then I’ll slap the taste out of her mouth too.

The Prestige
【Making something disappear isn’t enough, you have to bring it back. That’s why every magic trick has a third act, the hardest part, the part we call “The Prestige”.】

- A wretched figure sits hunched in a dark alleyway. It is too dim to see clearly but he is clearly very dirty, bloated, probably extremely ugly. He carries a polka-dot bindle over his shoulder, messy beard on his face and some kind of once-garish belt around his waist. You might be forgiven for mistaking him for The Derelict but as the camera focuses something is off. His skin is rubbery. The proportions are all off. His beard is held on with string and since when was the Openweight title made of cardboard? Questions abound. Yet, these are all soon answered as Harman Ardelean unzips his fat suit and pulls the fake beard from his face. -

The rumors of my demise are number one bullshit.

Within a day of nothing at all happening that night with Mongoose McQueen I heard it on good authority, from a very respectable source, that I had tucked my tail between my legs, walked my ass out of the Omega Wrestling Alliance and went home. Beyond that, dirt sheets disagree. For some just riding off into the sunset wasn’t razzmatazz enough and before last week’s show there was a persistent rumour that the Kang had contracted typhoid and coughed out his giblets by the side of the road. Well the joke’s on you, Big Dave Shmeltzer. The KANG lives, long live the KANG! And if you haven’t forgotten, he doesn’t even have a palace to come home to anymore, remember? You’re stuck with me. No more flexing my free agency. No more will I? Won’t I? Wishy-washy non-committal Harman. The Kang is here to fight and we all know that’s good for the fans, great for business and an absolute nightmare to anyone who has anything that I want right now.

Don’t worry, McQueen. I’ve made peace on losing the vans and the Dubwois... for the minute. Just, you know, take care of them for me ok? Treat ‘em good. Treat ‘em like the princesses they are. The vans, that is, not the bwois. I mean... No... No... Throw the Dubwois in there too. Make sure that you tuck them in every night, tell them a sweet story and let them know that Cameron and Consuelo are your likkle princesses because you know as much as I want be there for those two pricks, I can’t right now. I mean it, Mongoose. Man to man. It takes a lot to nail a Gypsy heart down but I’ve grown a little attached to those bastards since that fateful day they helped me win he 24/7 title from you. I’ve watched them grow. They were so naive and foolish the first time I met them but now... Well, I guess they are still fucking idiots and their choice in father figure has declined faster than Bull “The Dad Bod” Lebowski’s transition from King of The Hill to barely registering a reaction beating up caravan door concussed Kevin Maverick. BUT！ I can’t hate. They aren’t perfect but they were once my bwois, even if only for a little while, and they have come so far and made me so proud. McQueen was getting his as beat pillar to pot but time and again he had two little Kangs in the making watching over him like guardian angels or devils or something because they just did not give a fuck. They were savvy. They were smart. They outplayed a stacked Gypsy hand. I think it’s safe to say that they took on board everything that I could have taught them. Real recognizes real and as far as I’m concerned the bwois have already surpassed and outgrown he Mongoose and it’s only a matter of time before they and the world realizes it. As for costing me the God of War tournament and my van... Forget about it. Bwois, you’ve earned the right to make your own mistakes. Sure, I was angry at first. But you only acted the way Papi Harman would after all. Anyway, I just “lost” a match for a guaranteed title shot and and was gifted my main event scrap for the belt before the actual God of War. That is HILARIOUS.

And now for the guy who really dos need pair of guardian angels right now. Garry, let me just say that no one is all that impressed at you waiting half your life for the chance to pin the champ after someone else beat him up. I did the same in about 12 minutes that one time we were best friends for the night. Thanks for the assist. No one really cares though and I’m gong to need hawk that belt for a new caravan so... Maybe you can make a splash by breaking Nico Borg’s record by cashing in on the same champ in THREE consecutive seasons. The Gary Carson - Raging Bull Lebowski rivalry will go down into the history books as the Kang of Kangs ascends to legendary status along with the mighty REDACTED. As it so happens, I was peering through your record when I noticed that legit dangerous LEGIT had the grand honour of having his ass whooped by the [Redacted] One. Tell me, what was he like? Was he strong? Was he handsome like me? Of course he is. Just how sore were you feeling after that fight? Oh I already know the answer to that question. A little less sore than you are going to be feeling after I’m done.

After what happened at Civil War the question on everyone’s mind was “When is the Big Belly Brand Connors going t get his rematch?” See, what you did that night wasn’t exactly tying up business. You’ve somehow turned beating this guy’s ass 3 times - I’m still not sharing credit for the tag match - into murmurs that you’ve taken the cheap way out and that hamburger needs a rematch because... reasons. I know, I know. Ridiculous right? He can’t even diet good. It’s not like he’s some A-Level athlete with a prestigious record of over 300 victories in Worldstar street brawls like Harman. He’s a D-Level athlete from B-Level amateur background with SS* tier gut. Beefburger Connors just isn’t legit like we are. But you made the mistake of letting people doubt that by sitting on your hands and waiting until he moment he had a excuse. It’s not my place to judge, there’s a few athletic commissions out there discussing what VAR would look like in combat sports and that is yet another thing that I’m going to have to take all of the credit for. One day I’ll have to jump ship to SSW to dodge the regulators and hang on to my “horse meat” and muraturi but until then I am just here to say that at least I call my shots. And I don’t waste much time doing it either.

Here I am. I lost just about everything at Civil War. Th Dubwois abandoned me and as Mongoose McQueen’s glamorous assistants helped him to duplicate my tricks and pull godhood out of a hat. No admiring worshipers for me. A little of the magic and mystique that I brought to the ring has disappeared. No bwois. No van. No home. Nowhere to even rest my head. I’m the second biggest hobo in a brand which really has two more hobos than it should. They really need to catch up on those back payments don’t they? Yeah. Well in one night so much has vanished up in smoke but I’m not going to let Civil War define me. Disappearing ain’t the whole trick. It’s not enough to cut snowflakes in a dollar bill, knock down the twin towers or collapse the cage with the dove inside it. You gotta pull the bird out of your ass and let every see he’s all fine an dandy single hey diddle diddle tweet tweet. You gotta bring it all back. That’ what I’m goig to do，Garry. No feeling sorry for myself. I’m a lucky man indeed to be such a Kang and there ain’t a soul on earth that can take that away from me.

This belt has been a long time coming for you, I get it. I do. But listen, if there is one thing you beat me on it’s patience. I ain’t spending a year twiddling my toes, and knocking out nobodies without wikipedia pages before getting my shot. So listen, Dangerboy, cut the edge a minute. You LEGIT needed an advocate because clearly you’re not a good enough businessman to promote yourself and get these opportunities. It’s great that you’re learning from your past mistakes. I’m looking forward to seeing the pokevolved Garry Bus-Dad up close and personal. But pops, you’re going to need a advocate to talk for you when I’m done because Harman Ardelean is going to crush your throat. You know the thing about me is I never learn my lesson. I’m never going to learn to play the game like Garry Bus-Dad. If it doesn’t work the first time I just play by my own new and improved rules and that usually works just like magic. Much easier.

If history has shown us anything it is that you’re a little slow and figuring out when there’s a quicker and more painless way to where you want to go. But I’ve bee all around the shop before and I know how to get from A to B as the crow flies, but faster, like impossibly fast, like 24/7 champ negative days after my debut fast. And when I crush your pathetic title reign after another impossibly short amount of time this week, I’ll have risen to the top a lot faster than you ever could. Ballistic Harman the Mystic got a rocket strapped to his back and dynamite in his hands and h’s abou to BLOW UP!!! Bwoi, fuck knowing my place and waiting in line. Fortune favors the bold not the legit trippin’. Whatever anyone wants to say, I’m an inc from leaving h world speechless and in awe at their Kang. I never needed the God of War Medallion to get here. I don’t need to hide away and work myself back up. And I sure as hell don’t need to lower myself to this level.

- Harman raises the cardboard Openweight title and drops it in a trash can. He then lights a match on his heel, pours a little wine in the bin, and lights it all up in flames. -

See, everything going up in smoke ain’t so bad. I feel liberated. I have nothing to lose now. I can do anything. Would the Big Hobo please return to his seat. The show is about to begin.

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Olympus Promo #1

“Change of Pace”

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Sometimes when your view gets to be too cloudy you need to change perspective. I’ve been in OWA for almost a year now and I’ve had what some would say to be a moderate amount of success. I was the Cruiser/Openweight Champion, fought with the best in the business, and was on the winning team at Civil War. In a different world, I would’ve been proud of my match against Bull, but I don’t live in that reality. Unfortunately, I live in a reality where Bull Connors decided to take things to the next level. He wanted to make an example out of yours truly, to turn me into a shining example of what happens when you go one-on-one with “the champ”. To me, this isn’t new. He brutalized Tarah Nova and now he wants to leave a carbon footprint upon Olympus because he got embarrassed by his fellow, female world champions, followed by losing his belt to Gareth Cason Life’s a bitch, and then you die, huh? I’ve been through the grind before. Pro wrestling is a cruel game. One moment you could be on top of the world, and the next you’re sent crashing down, flat on your face. But the thing is, once you reach a certain level, it doesn’t matter what happens to you. It doesn’t matter how many licks you take, because if you reach a certain level of achievement, then you’re a-ok in the eyes of the public. You’re a goat no matter what happens next because you’ve proven yourself to be an institution of the business. That’s where I want to be. That’s the level I want to be on, ya know? There’s a very narrow window for you to make your mark, and you just have to take that opportunity when it comes your way.

But it didn’t come my way.

Not yet, at least. That window of opportunity, that path to immortality hasn’t presented itself to me, so we have to go back to the drawing board, right? So that’s where this tag situation comes in. I don’t know Jake Keeton that while, and vice-versa. We’ve met in the ring and we both came up short when The Derelict walked away with the OWA Openweight Championship. We both know what it’s like to take our licks and keep on ticking. We know what it’s like to lose, but stay hungry. So here we are going two-on-two with Ground Zero, another pair of losers who know what it’s like to lick the dirt. No matter how close they’ve come, The Dollhouse always managed to slip out of their fingers. Maybe Jake and I will find a way to work together and change the game up. Maybe, just maybe we take out Ground Zero and find a new path to immortality. Maybe...just maybe we could turn these lemons into lemonade and make a name for ourselves. The industry is tough for the good guys, for those who come into the business with the purest of hearts. From what was witnessed at the end of Civil \War, this business awards the greedy and opportunistic. Am I pissed at what Bull did to me? You damn right I am, but I understand. I can understand Bull’s frustrations. Nobody saw Gareth coming. He’s like a tidal wave that slammed its way into the title scene with absolute force. Hmm, maybe my boy Keeton and I need to be a little more opportunistic. Maybe we need to shake things up a bit, huh? What say you, Jake? Are you ready to inject some fuel back into the barren wasteland that is the OWA tag scene? Maybe we just need a change of pace, and I couldn’t think of two better losers to test our mettle against, than James Anderson and Hans Olsen. A lackey and a washed-up athlete walk into a bar...heh, tell me if you heard that one before. Well, regardless of the fact, we’re about to send a message to The Dollhouse: we’re coming ladies. On Friday night, watch us take our first step to tag team glory. Eventually, we’ll make our mark. All we needed was a change of pace.

Olympus Promo #1: “The More It Changes, The More It Stays The Same”

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It always

It always changes.

Somehow though, it stays the same.

Gareth: I gotta tell you, I'll always be the first one to say I'm confused about how this company works. The idea that Harman Ardelean and The Derelict are getting shots at me is absolutely ludicrous. But I'll humor it.

No…

No they still aren't deserving of a shot at me.

Gareth: Harman is a perennial underachiever. Especially for who he thinks he is. He was unable to capture the God of War medallion against Moongoose McQueen of all people. You know, that guy that was in that ladder match I won? I also carried you to a tag team match win against Tarah Nova and Bull Connors. You pinned Bull Connors to seal us the win in that one. But don't get it twisted, I did most of the work. That's why I'm world champ and you're not. I'm the most valuable athlete in sports entertainment. You're nothing Harman, especially to me. You may think you're some hot shot. But as I pointed out, you've displayed nearly nothing in the way of substance to justify your shot at my title. I mean really, you haven't one any sort of number one contender's match, you haven't proven yourself in any meaningful way. You haven't done any of it. I waited in line for this title. With the exception of Jacob Senn, I've pinned or submitted everyone who has ever held this title. In the case of the two holders before me, I've beaten both of them twice. I beat CM Nas in my second Omega Wrestling Alliance match. Really, that night I earned a shot at this title. But CM Nas decided that Miltardies or Nobi deserved a shot more than me. Alright, cool, nice. You got your defense count up against a bunch of jobbers. But as soon as I got my shot, as soon as I set my sights on this title.

Well the rest is history isn't it?

Just like Harman Ardelean is about to be.

Gareth: Two weeks ago on Olympus, you came out and challenged me. My advocate Rick Walton was there to accept the challenge. To be perfectly clear, I have never needed anybody in my entire career. But I wanted an advocate because it was just the thing that sounded interesting to me. Harman doesn't have an advocate. He's not a big enough deal. He never will be because he'll always be a fucking joke. Don't you understand who you're fucking with Harman? Don't you understand who you're stepping into a wrestling ring with? I will absolutely destroy you and then laugh about it later. I will fucking hurt you cunt. You are in way over your head and fighting way above your weight class. Olympus is where the big boys play, but I ain't here to play. I'm here to set records.

How about the most defenses with a championship in history? I set it with the Television title.

How about the elimination record in the Clash of the Titans match? I set that one too.

How about the first ever Television Champion? That's me.

What about the first ever Ascension to the Heavens briefcase winner? That was me too.

Gareth: Those are the records I've set, you think I'm done? You think it's over? You think I'm just content with what I have? Absolutely motherfucking not. You are better off not stepping into the Olympus ring with me across from you on Friday. Because this can only end badly for you. I'm gonna show you exactly why none of what you've done matters. I'm gonna humiliate you, brutalize you, and bring you down to the level you really are.

You'll never be Gareth Cason…

You'll never even hope to be him…

Gareth: Then there's the Derelict, I'll say, you really caught me off guard there man. Congrats on hitting your finisher on me when I wasn't even there for a match and completely focused on something else. This makes you no better than Carlos Rosso. Who thought he could use the exact same tactic on me. This only resulted in me beating him at his speciality match in a Bloodsport Rules contest. But really I have to ask, what earned you a title shot either? Was it your run with the fourth rate Open weight title? Was it your hulking size? Was it the fact that you lumber around the ring like an elephant on tranquilizers that make the chairman's eyes light up with money signs? Listen to me you ginger motherfucker. I'm going to absolutely maul you. I've faced big people before. I've faced Monolith. I beat him to get into the match that got me the briefcase that got me this title. Because in wrestling it all comes around like that. Like when you fuck with the wrong person and it comes around and kicks you right in your rotten, crooked teeth. You can hit one move on me, but can you pin me? Can you submit me? Statistics and numbers say no. Because I'm simply better like that.

I'm better like that.

I'm better than you.

I'm better than all of you.

I'm better than every single one of you.

Gareth: I'm frankly insulted, insulted that Harman even has an inkling of an ideal that he can even touch me in a wrestling ring. Really, look at my resume, then look at his. It's incomparable. You're gonna tell me that the guy that couldn't beat Moongoose McQueen is gonna be your world champion? I'm surprised the OWA board didn't cut the breaks on this shit the moment he spoke those fateful words out of his doomed ass mouth.

Gareth Cason… I want a title shot.

But what he really should have said was…

Gareth, I want you to tear me limb from fucking limb and laugh at my screams of pain as you do so.

Because honestly, they're the same fucking statement.

Harman, I hope you have good medical insurance.

Because you're gonna be in a hospital for a very… Very long time.

So go ahead, take your shot at my title.

But don't you dare miss.

Because you're not fighting any regular champion Harman.

You're fighting a champion that is…

LEGIT. FUCKING. DANGEROUS

*Gareth lets out a maniacal chuckle as the camera fades begins to quiet before completely fading to black*

Natalie is sitting in her bar, nursing a fine brandy. As she takes a sip and lets the taste rest on her palate, a slight chuckle comes out.

You know what? I knew it, I fucking knew this would happen. I hold down Odyssey for as long as I have and just when I get the match I want, complications arise. Azumi fuckin Goto. Back from the dead. Ain’t it a thing? All of a sudden, the title picture just got a little more…chaotic. I’ve got two would-be top dogs vying for a piece of me and I love it. You know why? Because watching dogs beg for scraps at the table you own is entertaining. This is what rulers do: let the weak ones wear themselves out because they’re not looking at the bigger picture. I mean, Azumi’s done fuck all to earn a title shot. Don’t come at me with rematch clauses, that old chestnut. She’s been gone for seven months, statute of limitations has passed I’m afraid. BUT, she does have an opportunity to show me if she’s learned a trick or two in her time away.

This won’t be the first time we’ve tagged, will it, Zumi? I remember what happened last time, you got handcuffed to the ring post and I had to fight off Diantha and Eris by myself. Some fucking partner you were, eh? It’s alright though, because neither woman on the other team’s got the balls or the brains to pull something like that. April Song and Roni Ozborn, you wanna talk about the Island of Misfit fuckin Toys, look no further. A military brat and someone who thinks “real music” ended after Dimebag was shot, spare me. Sure, I served my country, did my time in the navy, but that’s in the past. The present is the fact I’m the one steering the ship after many years of manning the oars. The future? Well that’s much of the same. Because I am the only fucking person in this match with any sense of direction, with any plan, any consistency in what I do.

April, while you’ve been spreading yourself thin like a dick, I’ve been focusing every inch of energy I’ve got on making Odyssey the premier brand in this sport. What have you been doing? I’ll tell you what: wasting everybody’s time. How’d your pursuit for the Openweight belt go? Didn’t you specifically go after that title because you knew you weren’t ready for the big prize? And now, after failing to even secure a match for that belt, you’ve come back here with your tail between your legs and are about to mix it up with the most dominant champ this brand has ever seen. I’ve gotta say…I don’t favour your chances. You’ve done nothing but disappoint since you got here. Your very first match and you get a world title shot against the woman I’m teaming up with and you lost, nothing has changed. You’ve not grown since then. You’ve only withered and gone down in everyone’s estimation.

I notice a recurring theme about people like you, April. You get a heap of praise for all the work you’ve done elsewhere but in OWA – the actual big leagues – you just don’t quite measure up. Am I supposed to be impressed by how dominant you were in LAW? I pinned that promotion’s world champion this year. I took on the best they had to offer and proved definitively that I am superior. Now I’ve gotta deal with their sloppy seconds. Who gives a fuck if you had a win streak against Azumi? When you two faced off on the big stage, under the bright lights and with the top prize on the line…you choked. You got taken out and served in coronating the would-be face of this industry.

Until I came along.

Because ultimately, everything you’ve done here was just a stopgap for my ascension. The night you debuted here, I was busy winning the Clash and getting ready to dethrone the woman who ruined your debut. How does that feel? How does it feel to know that you’re nothing but a sacrificial lamb to the slaughter? And contrary to the bullshit that Roni spewed, we shouldn’t be partners. Because while I don’t respect Azumi’s little disappearing act that she pulled, I know that she’s at least got a proven track record here. She gave me the match of my life and you know something? I’m not entirely against running that shit back, because we could sell out any venue where that match was put on the bill. If I teamed with you, you can bet your arse that I’d have to fight most of the match on my own because you got distracted by a midcard belt on another brand or some shit.

Speaking of midcard champs, hi Roni! How you doing babe? Good, I hope. So nice to finally share the ring with you, because holy fucking shit I’ve been wanting to break your jaw since you first opened your fucking mouth. I don’t use this word lightly: I hate you. I really, really fucking do. And this isn’t Natalie Cage, pro wrestler and all-round cool fucker talking, this is me, as a person, saying that you’re the human equivalent of the white stuff that accumulates in the corner of your mouth when you’re thirsty. Everything about you makes me want to know just what exactly the hell you think you offer this place. From your tats that look like they were drawn on with a Sharpie to your haircut from Ray Charles, you’re an aesthetic eyesore. Picasso would take one look at you and punch a hole through a canvas. You have nothing, nothing to offer me other than your best, right? That’s your whole deal? You have such a stunning lack in confidence that the fact you managed to get hold of that title astounds me. I guess we both have one thing in common in that we both beat Dulce.

Not that I got the belt. Which is sorta bullshit, ain’t it? Surely I’m the lineal Goddesses Champion right now? Yeah, that sounds about right. I’m holding both belts on the brand, what you’ve got is a fashion accessory. So, how’d Civil War go for you? Oh yeah, you got pinned. Brand new champ, marching in there and repping the brand and you got fucking pinned. Oh and you faced April as well and…yeah you couldn’t beat her either. Maybe Dulce cursed that belt by holding onto it for so long because between Nikita and you, everyone who’s held it that isn’t a Latina has had a right rough go of it.

But let’s get down to the meat and potatoes of what you said to me, you wretched little cunt. Yeah, I’m fucking the boss. Well done, you’re only the ten thousandth person to point that out. You should be a detective. I’m curious to know, Roni, when have these so-called refs favoured me? When has a match stipulation been altered on the fly to benefit me?

OH NO, THAT MEAN WITCH VIOLA PUT MY FOOT ON THE ROPE AT BOILING POINT! AH! THAT INVALIDATES EVERYTHING I’VE DONE!

Tell me this you coked-out Courtney Love cosplayer, where was this assistance when I made Persephone Bane tap out? Where was this help when I pinned Azumi Goto and Dulce Torres in back-to-back shows? Did I get any aid when I defeated Jessica Rose in a last man standing match in my hometown? Or how about when I pinned Artemis a couple of months ago? I guess someone superglued her back to the mat, right? Yeah, that’d fit your weird narrative. And Viola definitely got involved when I beat both the LAW and JET world champs in the same night. And how could we forget Clash of the Titans, where Viola saw to it that the ropes were greased up so my opponents couldn’t hold onto them as I hurled them over?

One. Time.

One fucking time I bent the rules a TEEEENY bit and apparently, that makes me some sort of fucking monster. I have CLEANED OUT THIS FUCKING DIVISION BY MYSELF. Just point to someone in that locker room and chances are they’ve faced me and lost. I did that. Not Viola, not management, not anyone but fucking me. I built a dynasty on the back of my own hard work and you’re still coming at me with the complaining, crybaby bullshit. Unlike some people in this company, I haven’t used politics to get to the top, all I’m guilty of is being better. Civil War was the first time I’ve failed to win a match in a long fucking time and unlike you in your match, I wasn’t the one involved in the decision. Aria Jaxon knows that we’ve got unfinished business and it will be settled one day, but until that day comes, I have some disrespectful little shitheads to take care of.

Roni, you need to know your place. You need to look at yourself long and hard and consider the dangerous game you’re playing right now. You are in NO position to talk shit right now. You’re on a two-match skid and your partner is someone who is the only person on this brand who might be less relevant than you. Dulce Torres might not be my bestie, but she carried that strap over your shoulder for nearly a fucking year, minus a cup of coffee reign from someone who hasn’t showed her face since she lost it. You didn’t beat her, understand that. The sheer weight of being the gatekeeper for as long as she was got to be a little too much. And when the time comes, Dulce’s gonna get that world title shot and you’ll come to realise that you can never be half the fucking wrestler she is. That you are not a main event talent and the only reason you’re gonna be closing this show is because mine and Azumi’s names are next to yours on the bill.

So Roni, April, I’m looking forward to making your acquaintances and adding two more names to the list of people who thought they had a chance against Natalie Cage. As for Azumi? Regardless of our history, regardless of how royally pissed I am at her for running away, she’s still one of the most preternaturally gifted professional wrestlers to ever fucking live. We are a cut above. We are the team that you look at and think “oh fuck”. There is no force of man or God that is capable of getting in our way. To refute one of your many stupid points, Roni, I do care about winning this match and I ain’t walking out on fucking anybody. I have NEVER thrown away a win, because I want the winner’s purse and for my music to play at the end of the night. So I hope you’re ready to get hit with a blitz of dominance that’ll make you pine for the days of taking bumps on a high school gym floor. I’ll be sure to sign your plaster casts when I’m done.

Natalie smirks as she finishes off her drink and takes one last look at the camera.

Smooth.

Isn't it cute that Kevin Maverick and Jake Keeton decided to join the tag team division? Yes, they both are great in-ring performers, no doubt about that, but for them to decide stick their noses into our business? Well, be careful what you wish for, Kevin and Jake. You see, you both heard it from Donny Diamond himself that he's trying to control the chaos of Tag Team Divsion or whatever that is and if you want to be part of it then so be it. James Anderson and I will be gladly welcome you both with an open arm and show you both, how cruel this division is.

You both seems on the same page which is a good thing but I can guaranteed you both that The Tag Division isn't a joke. I'm still salty for what happened at Civil War and on Olympus two weeks ago. First, we were robbed and second, both The Dollhouses and The Maverick Inc. decided to jump on us two weeks ago. I'm angry so I might as well unleash my anger to you both this Friday. You both won't like it. Hell, I'm not even looking for a win personally, I just want to squash you both like bugs you really are. Maybe Bull Connors will help us out as he seems isn't a fan of you, Kevin, and after what you did by getting in the face, you aren't safe from him either, Jake.

I can guaranteed you both that James and I are planning to kick your asses no matter what. Personally, I can break your ankles and make you both unable to walk again and sending you both to an early retirement. Hey, I do see want you both to stick around as long as possible, but don't get me wrong, I want you both still stay here just to be Ground Zero's toys. I want you both to experience how cruel we can be. Don't believe me? Ask both The Dollhouses and The Maverick Inc. Maybe even Kenny Drake, they don't like it when we lost controls. There's a guaranteed you both can win this match, I'm not kidding, but I can't promise you both that you'll able to leave the building without a broken bone. If we go rampage then we go rampage, that's how Ground Zero work you know? Don't think so badly of us, we just want to save you both from this dangerous jungle. Just stay down and let us do all the works. You'll find out the truth of my words.

Oh it's true! It's damn true!

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) November 12th 2019, 3:22 pm by Guest

You have got to be kidding me.

You have got to be kidding me.

The camera fades in to reveal Hayden Cross sat on a steel folding chair in the middle of a clearly run-down, empty gym. The windows are dirty, the floors dusty, and there’s only a few pieces of working machinery left inside the building. He’s wearing a pair of jeans and white wifebeater that has been stained with his sweat. There’s a towel wrapped around his neck and a rucksack at his feet.

They have me beat that has-been Keelan Callihan — who, by the way, was never really much of anything in the first place — and then they put me against some nameless cannon fodder who can probably count the amount of wrestling training sessions he’s had on one hand. So what does OWA do next, huh? Do they see how close I’m getting to their prestigious World Championship gold with the Keys to the Kingdom that they handed off to me and think “hmm, maybe we should make this more of a challenge for him”? I was going to say no but, honestly… it’s becoming pretty apparent to me that Kingdom really ain’t all that. The closest I’ve got to an actual competitive match was from Carlos Rosso for crying out loud. That man’s nearly sixty!

Cross leans in as he exclaims before leaning back in a more relaxed position with a sigh.

There’s still a couple of people on this roster that are worthwhile competition. CM Nas, Christopher Sabertooth. Those are just a couple of examples… but am I facing either of them or even someone on their level?

No, I’m not.

Instead, OWA gives me some high and mighty, fresh off the boat new kid. I HAVE THE KEYS TO THE GODDAMNED KINGDOM… and these are the scraps you’re feeding me? Seriously? This has been a walk in the park and rather than up the ante I’m given Arata Asakura. Let me be clear in saying that by no means is that meant to be a knock on Arata at all. My qualms with him are coming, don’t worry, but I’d rather first talk about the way that the higher ups in management seem to cater to the same three or four people while someone of my fighting calibre is left spinning his wheels against every ragtag and bobtail that shows their face. I don’t know what their game is here. For the first two or three months I was here it’s like there was an agenda against me, like they were disgusted by the fact that someone had actually hired me and I was treating this show like my playground… but then I was given the biggest opportunity someone on this brand can be offered by Jon McAdams. “Did I just scream and shout enough?” I thought to myself. I figured that had to be it… but since then they’ve been given easy competition. Did I rile them up that bad? Are they scared of how I’ll react if things don’t go my way? Was this all just a test? These are the thoughts that were running through my mind before I remembered that I actually don’t give a shit. I still get to fight, I still get to go after world championship gold and, most importantly of all, I get paid the same winner’s purse for every motherfucker I knock down.

All it took for me to get what I wanted was a little nudge in the right direction. That’s why I’m here in the first place, after all. OWA might think they hired me because I’m this shoot first, ask questions later fighter with a never say die attitude... but I want to let them and everyone else in on a little secret: You got hustled. You see, that’s what I do. I hustle people. I lull the people I’m working over into a false sense of security and make them think they’ve got me in their back pocket when in reality they’re the ones wrapped around my finger. Everyone figured I was just some guy off the street that they could use to fill a spot and so far I’ve wiped the floor with everyone who’s tried to step up to me.

See, here’s the thing: While he might not know me, I’ve do know Arata. That’s right, I’ve seen him around before. I keep my eyes out. I know he’s been jumping around from place to place and performing wherever he can get booked. It’s commendable. Unfortunately for Arata, this ain’t like those other places. OWA — and Kingdom to be even more specific — is proving to be a cesspool of complacent hacks with no edge, no vigor, no… intensity. They’re all… shrimp, shrimp in what once was an otherwise empty pool but as of July of this year has been the hunting grounds for a big, bad shark… and that shark is Hayden Cross. Sadly, rather than Arata being put in the shallow waters where the young hopefuls should be, he’s going to be face to face with me. Like everyone else before him he’ll get cornered and like everyone else before him he’ll get bit.

Once more Cross leans in, his eyes like daggers stabbing through the camera lens.

And when I bite? I don’t fucking let go.

He stands up, tossing the towel around his shoulder and wrapping it around his neck. The camera follows him as he begins pacing.

Before I completely and utterly rail on you, kid, I’ll admit you’ve got some nerve… but you’ve also got on mine.

I’m the only person here who seems to understand that money is everything in this business. Being champion is nice and having the crowd chant your name is a great way to stroke your ego but there’s nothing tangible there. Money? Money makes the world go round. It’s what makes this worthwhile. It’s a driving force. I can be the best wrestler in the world but what use is that? A pat on the back? With money I can make sure I’ve got a nice roof over my head, I can go see the sights I wanna see, I can eat what I want, drink what I want, spoil myself however I want. The list goes on and on and on. That’s why the winner’s purse is a thing. It’s why champions make more money. There’s no greater motivating factor than cold, hard cash which makes me the most dangerous man in OWA on any given night. Any other “talent” can take a loss and shrug it off thinking they can bounce back next time and work their way back up but me? If I lose that money is gone forever. I can’t make that cash back so I have to win and I’ll do absolutely everything in my power to do so. Everyone else, they don’t understand that and that’s fine because I know that sooner or later they’ll have to face the reality that as much as they want to be the best, there can only be one “best”. The crowds chanting their name will eventually fade away and so will they. Does that suck? Sure, it fucking sucks.

Suddenly the hands of Hayden Cross have shot up out to his sides as looks up, an exaggerated expression of joy on his face.

But thank you for your incredible words of wisdom! Your unsolicited, unwarranted lecture on how this cruel world works was definitely something I have never been able to wrap my head around before. This is brand new information to me, I swear!

He looks back down, disappointed.

Water is wet. The sky is blue. What next, jackass? You gonna tell me that it’s air I’m breathing? Get off your soapbox, kid. You’re addressing things that people go through every day like you’re some ahead-of-your-time scholar who’s just found the answer to the universe. I promise you, you’ve not made some great revelation. Despite everything I’ve heard through the grapevine about you not having the best of lives you act like you’ve never even caught a glimpse of the real world.

In what seems like a split second, Cross darts towards the camera and grabs a hold of it. The cameraman is clearly startled but Cross keeps it still. All that can be seen now is his disheveled face.

Look at me.

Look at my face.

Is this the face of a man who doesn’t know hardship? Who doesn’t understand struggle?

Now Cross leans his head forward, pulling at his hair and revealing his damaged scalp, accentuated by his receding hairline.

Look at this head of hair.

Is this the head of hair of a man who doesn’t understand?!

He lets go of the camera much to the operator’s relief before stepping back.

I have a much, much better idea of how things work than you seem to and possibly ever will.

You don’t know me just because you know another guy who likes to drink and “doesn’t have a filter”. You don’t know anything. I’m not about having no filter. I’m about recognising what I see with my own two eyes. That’s all there is to it. If you’re to believe that there’s some bitterness or lack of motivation inside me then you couldn’t be more wrong. I can confidently say that there’s no one with a fire burning under their ass more than me.

Unlike you, I don’t feel the need to verbalize that in the most pretentious way possible. I mean, what is it with all you people and feeling the need to talk like you’re great philosophers? This isn’t rocket science. For Christ’s sake, we beat each other to a pulp for a living! To make things worse, aren’t you Japanese? Do you even understand half the big words you’re saying or did you just pull them from a Rosetta Stone?

After shuffling through his pocket, Cross pulls out the Keys to the Kingdom.

I was literally handed these keys because I’ve proven myself to be a certified badass motherfucker. If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were just some kid who was finally been given big boy pants. People like that are begging to be slapped around and I’m always willing to hand out a beating. If you think you’ve got what it takes to withstand the beating I’ll be dishing out, by all means, feel free to step up. All I can do is promise you that it won’t be pretty and chances are you won’t be either after I’m through.

Are we done here?

The camera moves up and down to signify a nod.

Good.

Cross picks up his rucksack and walks off as the screen fades to black.

So is this what we’ve come to? This is what I’m worth? At every chance, around every corner, I’ve taken advantage of Jeff X. I’ve victimized and brutalized him. I’m finally being awarded the Spartan’s Championship opportunity that I won over half a year ago and at what event? Hardcore Havoc? Is that what McAdams thinks of me? Nothing more than a street urchin that needs to subjugate themselves to using weapons? Do you not realize that I am a weapon myself? The steel chair I’ve used twice on Jeff was merely...a fun little toy to play with. I didn’t need it. I could have bludgeoned and bloodied Jeff with my bare hands easily. I am a wrestler, first and foremost. The most dangerous thing in my arsenal is my imagination. The things I am going to get to do to Jeff X with just my bare hands should be criminal. But you know what, McAdams? You want to have this match at Hardcore Havoc? Fine. You want to throw the two of us into the ring with no rules and anything goes like two wild animals? It doesn’t matter what stipulation we come up with, it is going to be *you* that is responsible for what happens to Jeff.

But that is still weeks away, isn’t it?

I could request time off to prepare and rest until my match against Jeff X but that isn’t my way. I like to keep my blood flowing with the fun of combat. And now I find myself in a match with the one and only CM Nas. The legendary Nasir Moore. Oh how I am *so* humbled and and *so* grateful to be facing off against you. Please. You don’t impress me and you never have. Mr. Sabretooth...Excuse me...Havoc was right. Nasir, you are nothing more than another leech who knows they are at the tail end of their careers so you try and suck up all of the youth and take the opportunities away just because you think you can rest on the laurels of your “legend” status. I know I’m not going to be able to say anything to intimidate you. You have been around long enough to see all sorts of fighters from the weakest to the strongest. Fighters who spew all sorts of hyperbole to try and overcompensate for their lack of skill by pretending to be scary and dangerous. You see, I don’t pretend anything. Every word that comes out of my mouth is the truth. It is gospel.

Unlike what McAdams seems to think, I don’t need to rely on weapons like some common dog. If you want to have a wrestling match, Nas, we can wrestle a traditional match and I can twist you up like a pretzel. Or, we can slug it out like bare knuckle fighters and I can knock some teeth out of your skull. It really doesn’t matter, Mr. Moore for you see, you may be a legend here and you may have done it all, but let us talk about the elephant in the room. You are not getting any younger. You see someone like me who has all the talent that I do now and you are, what...34? 35? Sure, you’re in the prime of your career, but your body is going to start giving up on you sooner rather than later. And they say one bad match can ruin your entire career. I’m not saying something terrible is going to happen to you facing me, but things can happen, you know. Demis Polymeros will be there outside of the ring and he may get involved or he may not. There’s so many variables. So many twists and turns this could take. This is going to be fun, isn’t it Mr. Moore? Are you the person I wish to be facing next? No. Like I said, I want my Spartan’s Championship opportunity and I wanted it now, not at Hardcore Havoc...but I guess you’ll do.

I guess you’ll do so I can get some practice before my championship match. And before you say anything, Mr. Moore, no. I don’t see you as a mere punching bag. You’ve acquired legend status for a reason but, there comes a time and a place where the current legends need to step aside for the future legends. You call yourself “The Conquering Messiah” and “God of Destruction”. Well, I find it quite blasphemous that you have a LIVING, BREATHING SUPREME BEING LOOKING AT YOU SQUARE IN THE FACE. We’ve never wrestled before. I’ve never even heard you speak my name before. Do you besmirch me in such a way? Do you not be fooled, Mr. Moore. You may have seen and done it all, but if you ignore Reginald Dampshaw III, if you ignore The New Dawn, some terrible, horrible things will happen to you. Don’t make me have to do those things to you, Nasir. Please.

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️The video begins with “Put On” by Jeezy and Kanye, and a sight no one in OWA asked for nor ever wanted to see…..Jonetta Stone with a boombox on her shoulder! Worse yet, she has a Dollhouse bandana on her face and a Canada bandana wrapped around her forehead as she does exaggerated “gang signs” while the music plays.

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“I put on for my city, on-on for my city
I put on for my city, on-on for my city
Put on (Eastside) put on (Southside)
Put on (Westside), put on”

️Jonetta pauses the song and yells!

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NORTHSIDE!

️Jonetta can no longer contain her own laughter due to having too much fun. She puts the boombox down and begins taking off the bandanas as she’s still cracking up. Then she does her signature taunt.

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OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!

️Jonetta still recovering from her laughing fit talks in an amused way.

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Someone had to do it, it’s very rude that they never include northside in these! Humph! We have gangsters, we have Drake! Maybe he should make the song! I’ll have to make a phone call. Oho.

️Jonetta stops herself and begins being serious.

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Or maybe I’m being rude? How unbecoming of me! Yet neither the rudeness of gangster rappers snubbing the north nor myself appropriating the hood life compares to what DeMarco can come up with when empowered with the unmitigated GALL she seems to have! OWA better be careful, if they continue being like this I might start being as mean spirited and as surly as my girl Meghan McCain is when she has to deal with lessers on The View! That’s a joke, I’m bipartisan, I love everyone on The View because we’re all elites! What is serious is the disrespect I’m being shown by the Odyssey higher ups who keep putting me in matches with these random new talents that show up out from their gutters. OWA and Olympus had their minds right, OWA signed me with a massive high paying contract and put me as Tag Team Champion with my girls before I ever even wrestled a match, because they knew the value of my name, just as the award givers do as they even give people that lose to me rising star of the week just for making me sweat! Yet DeMarco routinely calls me down from my ivory tower to test out her new toys, instead of giving me a title match! Even that screwup Persephone Bane was deeper in the title picture, after I beat her! But no, I have to face La Llorona, I have to share the ring with this street rat.

Does DeMarco not understand the point of borders? The point of gated communities? Don’t let La Llorona’s complexion fool you, because that isn’t what matters, people like her and I are meant to be kept separated due to class. For the sake of the Lloronas of the world

Little kids and bored adults in middle classes always fantasize about the Llorona lifestyle, they romanticize it to the point of seeing Llorona as someone deserving respect and they imagine what it would be like if we shared the same communities. They imagine Llorona pulling me out of my house beating me behind my white picket fence, they laugh to themselves saying I’d be at some store asking for a manager when Llorona slaps me across the face and plants me into the pavement when she catches me outside. Eye-rolling stuff. It’s a lot like those lower classes in the south sleeping with their cousins and thinking they’d overthrow the government with their pea shooters because they’re hardcore rednecks, which is exactly what Llorona would have been if she was born on the other side of the border. Don’t associate me with the middle class. Stop abusing the likeness of the Marilyn Monroes of the world in your silly reverence to these good for nothing riffraff. I don’t call for managers. I’m not in the suburban family moving in to “ruin” special little neighbourhoods with gentrification. I have personal chefs, I have people that go to fancy little shops for me and CEOs are the ones I talk to if services don’t suit my liking. I’m not apart of the family that moves into a neighborhood, I’m the one that builds the lures to get them to move there and I’m the one who increases the rent. And if there weren’t borders, weren’t gated communities, Lloronas wouldn’t be bothering me, there’d just be more of her kind in cells and cages, not talking ones you can climb out of or “hell” either.

With that said, isn’t this business beautiful, Llorona?

We’re both allowed to express ourselves in ways we normally would not. Normally one wouldn’t advertise they have gang affiliations publicly. Normally polite society doesn’t speak of the dark side of imperialism and power. Yet you give the people insight into the street life. I comfortably wear ivory necklaces gained by questionable means and make fashion out of wildlife I’ve sent to the other side. Everyone thinks I wear these fur coats, alligator boots, and pin up gear because I think it’s cute, which it is, but don’t seem to take what they represent seriously. Nyx still walks around dumbfounded that I beat her like the knuckle dragger she is, because she doesn’t see the deeper parts of my persona. I do pinup because it represents the siren call that brought so many men to war and I wear slayed beasts because it feels good to know I can go anywhere in the world exploiting my power to mess with their endangered national treasures and there’s nothing you pissants can do about it other than envy how good I look with all this power draped on my body. I’m supposed to be intimated because you’re cartel linked? The only reason your cartels run the place done there is because you don’t have the resources my people would want enough for regime change, your crew has less bodies to them on the streets than mine do comfortably in their office chairs deciding which places get troops and which get bombs. You’ve got killer instinct, you and April Song are the only other ones on this roster I acknowledge in that regard, but girl…so do I. Except, I’m not some sloppy learn as you go street rat that got taught how to wrestle as an adult, I was professionally trained to take life and put work in that ring since I was a child. So I have a warning for you Llorona, since I know you know a thing or two about white powder, keep your pearly whites clenched for when I starch you in that ring.

️Jonetta dismissively waves the cameras away as the scene goes to black.

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The Casting Call

(Darkness is all we are shown until the booming sound of a light switch is heard and suddenly several spotlights come on and are soon focused in the middle of a ring. A man dressed in fine elegant attire is shown standing in the middle of the ring, and when he looks up it is no other than Edgar Pickman with Cheshire grin across his face)

Welcome ladies and gentlemen and everyone in between to the casting call of my lifetime. I am your feature thespian tonight and this is my casting call for Olympus live from the Wells Fargo Arena in Des Moines, Iowa. Tonight, I will tell you why I, Edgar Pickman, deserve this spot over that hack known as Trent Hawk. First, let me begin by saying he is a would-be actor meaning he has no real skill in Theater Art and instead tries to fly by on his looks and his looks alone. This man hangs onto what little success he has had like an extra in a movie who was only in one scene. Second, he wants to make a name for himself this business and yet may ignore the risk that involves doing this combat art of expression. I will say Trent you remind me of this young actor who I wrestled against a time ago. We were putting on a great performance with my face painted like a crimson red mask and his....well his was just the same except his platinum blonde hair was filled with red strokes throughout. Oh, it was a great performance, but when I hit him the Red Inked Lariat of mine and broke his nose...by accident may I add because he didn't take it right. He wanted to quit because the pain wasn’t worth the fame and glory that he thought this business would entitle him to. So I ask of you, are you willing to go through so much pain and agony to get where you want and to get what you want? Are you willing to at the end of the day to have your feet look like those ballerinas? I guess, my grand question is simple. Are you, Trent Hawk, willing to put your body on the line to give these people a performance no matter the cost?

(The lights in the entire arena come on revealing the arena is full of mannequins with either drama or comedy mask on)

Look at them, Trent! Look at them! These people are the ones that make or break you! They are the only ones that matter!

(Edgar then begins to make mock echoes of cheering and booing as he walks around the ring for a bit before stopping back in the middle once again)

Third, I must ask another question, and this one is personal. Who are you doing this combat performance art for? A bit of a bizarre question I know, but one that is necessary for a reason. How? Simple, it will determine who will lose in the end and I could go on and tell how and who I act for, but I think I took up enough of these lovely people’s time. So with this, I bid you goodnight and goodbye, and I hope you have enjoyed this casting call.

(Edgar is shown bowing and staying in place as the lights slowly turn off one by one as Moonlight Sonata begins to play as the feed begins to slowly fade away)

At Civil War, I did everything I could. Two of my partners didn’t seem to have enough drive. Women like Eris and Persephone didn’t care about Odyssey as much as I did. Viola DeMarco was so keen on putting the most spectacular team for our brand, but it’s more than putting a bunch of intimidating forces and Dulce Torres in a team. A team needs to be in sync and have a common cause. That’s the reason for our failure at Civil War. If there is anyone who wants to come and blame me for my failure, go right ahead. I’m a big girl and can take the criticism, but they better look at themselves in the mirror before placing judgment onto me. Major props for Diantha for willing to work with me and try to lead our brand to victory. I am sorry to anyone if I let them down, but I hope that anyone listening to this piece can embrace my message and that is: we must move forward. We can’t be so into the past that we can’t see what’s in our future. For me, things haven’t been so clear as they are now. The OWA Women’s World Championship is a title in my sight at the moment. A question I have is: how in the world am I going to get there? For me, I see my destination, but I don’t have a clue about how I’m going to get there. I need to figure that important part out before making some move. I’m open to the twist, turns and different paths way to this goal. That’s the beauty of this company - there’s no predictable way to have to get to your goals. I’ve never had the easiest road, but it’s been the most rewarding and I expect nothing else as I lead myself to become the first woman to hold the Goddesses Championship and Women’s World Championship.

Despite the loss, Civil War was a satisfying feeling with me. There was a lot of emotion going to me in the match. A year prior, this was the event that I made myself known to the OWA fans. This event leads to the evolution of Dulce as everyone knows of her today. It’s surreal that there’s so much more for me to grow and I don’t plan to stop. At the same event, I lead my brand into War. I made it to the final two, clashing against a woman I have looked up since I began my wrestling journey. There, I proved that I can hang with the women on this brand. I can hang with the men and women on Kingdom and Olympus and I don’t believe there is many people that believed I would be able to go as far as I did. I surprised myself and that’s when I realized that I have so much to offer to this company. I have so much the offer to Odyssey and besides not being wrapped in anything at the moment, I’m excited to build myself up and earn myself a future championship match. Matches like these are important as the championship matches because they put the spotlight on yourself and let people want to see you get to bigger heights. I’m surprised that there are people rooting for my success and I was surprised to see myself being as respected by some of the veterans in this company like Tarah Nova. Sure, I had my few doubters, but it wouldn’t be wrestling without a couple of those, right? This week isn’t any different at all. Despite my opponent having one match underneath her belt, she’s looking to finally get herself in the winner’s column.

It seems like Karina-Ann has come into OWA with a bit of a chip on her shoulder. In a way, I almost sympathize with her in that aspect. I experienced that feeling early onto my career. I believed that I deserved a lot better than I was getting. I believed that I deserved more. I was so confident in my abilities that I almost felt baffled about why I wasn’t getting the recognition that people who had been in the company for five minutes were getting. How did I manage to get past that? I moved forward. I needed to step back and bring myself back to the reality of my situation. What could I do to improve myself? What could I do to make sure that I got something going for myself? These are steps that Karina can take to make sure that she ends up getting a run she believes she is deserving of. What happened in the last place she wrestled in? It's not relevant to OWA. Sorry things didn’t pan out over there, but it’s something that we don’t need to be talking about in this company. A company that doesn’t compare to whatever company she was previously on. On Odyssey, if Karina wants to get the opportunities she deserves, defeating me would be a compelling reason to get those like Viola DeMarco to look at her direction. Karina underestimated her opponent on the last episode of Odyssey and it costed a victory that she could have gotten if she had been more prepared for the contender that Llorona could be on this brand. Standing across from Karina in the ring is the two-time Goddesses Champion. She defeats me and it’s the biggest win of her career. It's something that no one will be able to take away from her. Her long legs may be a deadly weapon in the ring, but my heart and determination trump all of that. For as accomplished as I am at the moment, I look forward to facing different members of our roster. I look forward to facing a new talent like Karina who believes that she deserves the entire world. She’s new here, but the last thing that I’m going to be doing is treating her like a rookie. I’m not going easy on her and I’m not going to let her use me as a ladder so she can climb herself to new heights. Karina may know nothing about me, but she will after this match is said and done.

Kingdom #1 Part 1 : The master of making the first impression.

09.11.19 Osaka, Japan

*The video takes place in one of the Japanese casinos, which despite the late hour is almost empty. In the background you can hear voices of a few people, but the camera focuses on the man with blond hair and beard, who sits alone next to the poker table. He is dressed in a white shirt, gray suit, brown leather shoes. His outfit is complemented by a golden watch and sunglasses. In his hands he holds a deck of cards, which he regularly puts from one hand to another. While title belts lies on the table. At first, the man doesn't look at the camera at all, he's observing the movement of his fingers, but eventually he looks into the lens and smiles slightly for a moment.*

I could never stay in one place. Every time I tried to do it, I had the impression that it is not enough and that I can do a lot more, which is why I move from one promotion to another. That's why I came here to OWA (The man takes a breath and closes his eyes for a moment) I don't see anything wrong with being attached to one place, please don't get me wrong, but I would personally feel like a dog on a chain. I believe that if there are so many opportunities in this industry, why limit yourself and why not take on new challenges? That's one of the reasons why I do it. Challenges. And that leads to my second reason. That I want to be the best. Is this a long way? Of course, but I think the steps I take are reasonable and bring me closer to this goal. It is because of this reasonableness that in such a short time I can boast of a pretty good list of achievements.

*He pauses for a moment and sends another smile.*

Speaking of achievements and opportunities. Kingdom probably can't greet me in a more pleasant way. Did I think I would get an important opportunity so quickly? No. However, should I really be surprised? I don't think so, because I'm probably used to it. The first time, I couldn't believe in my luck, but with each new place and with each new opportunity, it just became a standard. People say that the first impression is important, and as far as I am concerned, I am the master of making impact everywhere I go. In ALPHA? My debut was contendership match. Nike Pro? Despite not being a champion there, I still own the main event scene. Wrestleworld? I needed only one match to get the attention I needed, during the second I became the first champion in the history of this promotion. And to do that I had to do something, that not many can say that they did. I had to beat Brian Daniels himself.

You know, Hayden, I appreciate how well you are defending these 'keys'. I would be stupid if I thought it was not impressive. I'm just a bit sorry for you too, because you're so close to your goal just to screw up at the last moment. You see, I'm not just a newcomer, I am someone more and all I said should be enough proof that you came across the wrong person at the wrong time. I guess it must be really painful thought, that something, which can bring you to the top of the mountain slips slowly through your fingers. But I think you'll be able to thank me after all, because the truth is that, I'm doing you a favor.

*Arata takes off his sunglasses, puts it on a table and combs his hair with his fingers.*

You remind me of someone, Hayden. Someone I've known for many months. A lover of good alcohol and brawls. Someone who doesn't care about choosing appropriate words. You remind me of my tag team partner. It is true that you could take it as a compliment, in the end I'm talking about a multiple times world champion, but there is something that makes you two different. And exactly this thing makes you less interesting opponent than him, and what's more, confirms that you don't have what it takes to carry the company on your shoulders as world champion. Even if you manage to beat me, what I doubt, then what? These keys may be your golden ticket, but as long as you can't use it well, it's worthless. There is a difference in becoming a champion and being a real champion. It's about the mentality that you lack. You can say I'm wrong because I don't know you, but I never say empty words. Believe me or not, but I put a little effort to gain information about you. And that's why I noticed you didn't care enough. You talked about the fact that you are not going to risk your health for the belt and take part in the race for the 24/7 title, what makes me sure that you just don't get how it all works.

Tell me, please, one thing, Hayden? Do you think what is on top of the mountain? Glory? Attention? Money? Of course, but every pleasure has its price. Side by side with these positive aspects are hatred, pain and a constant sense of being chased. Many people can't handle it, so they fall quickly. Can you handle it all for the title? If you think they are crazy about the championship of lower rank, imagine what is going on higher in hierarchy. I will only tell you that it is getting worse. To survive this and keep the title you must find your own edge, you must be ready not only to try, you must be ready to build the legacy of the belt on your own blood and broken body. If you don't care enough, you will fall from the top faster than you got there.

*He touches his beard with his fingers. Then he puts his hand back on the deck of cards and direct his sight at it.*

As far as I'm concerned, hatred and pain are not foreign to me. I grew up with it and I think that at some point it stopped matter if someone has positive feelings about me or not. That's why they started asking me why all of this is so important? Why am I so stubborn and ambitious if not for a good word? The answer is simple. For myself. Well...I don't need anyone's sympathy, but what I want is respect, and with each step up I get a little more of it. I am not afraid of the consequences of my choice, Hayden, I can live the life of a champion, because I have no other option. For you it might be a fun, but for me it has always been the sense of my life, because I had nothing else, that's why I start to believe that these keys are my destiny, because they are a reflection of my soul.

*The man places the deck of cards on the table. Then he taps on it with the fingers of the other hand.*

For several days I thought about this whole 'keys' system and I have to admit that this is something I haven't seen yet, and as I said, I like challenges. However, I also said that it reminds me of myself and you will probably ask why? The simplest rule of being a holder of it is either you take everything as soon as possible or you can stay at risk. I? I never do anything halfway, all my career I live with the risk of losing something, but it was never something that made me want to back down. This feeling of danger made me a better wrestler with each passing day. Even now, when I found myself among the best in the industry in OWA, even when I feel the breath of Jacob Senn on my back if it comes to Shogun Title, I don't feel scared, I feel finally alive.

You see, Cross, there's a reason behind everything. I'm sorry that this will be at your expense, but if they didn't believe I could do it, they wouldn't put me in this match...not so quick. That is why I am here in front of your eyes a few days before this chance will be in my hands. But this is not just about the keys, because in addition to winning them I am going to do something else. I'm going to make a statement. When it will belong to me, my eyes will be directed only in one direction and I don't care how many people I will have to go through, but what I can promise is that all my paths will lead to Aria Jaxon and this beautiful title around her waist. This is my goal, but for now it is probably not worth looking too far into the future so as not to get lost in the present. In order for me to think about all this, I must defeat you first, Hayden. Am I one hundred percent sure it will happen? No, but there is nothing certain in life after all, but I want to believe that it will be so. I'm not going to underestimate you, but in the same time I'm not treating you like someone I could be afraid of being in the same ring with. We can say that it will be some kind of sparring before the road that awaits me in this company and if I am to be honest, I would like to start it knowing that the competition is as good as they say. Since you have managed to keep the keys for so long, I think I will demand more from you than someone else, so please don't make me feel that I'm wasting my time on you. If you are even thinking about keeping this golden ticket, it's better for you to bring your best and even more, because I'm not going to lower my standards just because someone else doesn't want to raise theirs. Prove to me that I am wrong. Prove that you have more commitment than you say, because if not, then the fire in my veins, which demand from me success, will kill your dreams.

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Can the Enemy of My Enemy Help Me Win?

I have to say this tag match is a bit odd, wouldn’t you say? On one side you have two deep-seated rivals, and on the other, you have me and my upcoming opponent at Hardcore Havoc. I know, I can’t be the only one to see this as odd. It would make more sense to have Natalie and myself versus Azumi and April because you know champion and champion versus the people who want their championships. Wait, that wouldn’t make sense because both teams will be a face and a heel just like they are currently. Of course, there is one way this would make sense would be to have a team of myself and Azumi versus Natalie and April. That way has the most sense to it, but you know I can’t dwell on that too much as it doesn’t quite matter. Okay, that is somewhat of a lie because it does matter as it is going to affect the outcome of this match.

Now, I already pointed out the obvious, but let me explain it some more. You have Natalie the current OWA Women's World Champion and girlfriend of Viola, the general manager of Odyssey, so she can be a factor into this match easily. Either by having a referee that plays in Natalie’s favor or even changing the match mid-match to a 2 out of 3 falls or what have you. That is a factor I have to think about. Not only that but then you have Natalie who is just...how could you say a bit...crazy. Now that isn’t quite the proper phasing I would use, but I think you get my point the woman is a bit unhinged as they say and you have to factor in she could cost the match herself. How and why? Easy. Well, not quite that easy, but one way to see it is that while Azumi is getting to tag Natalie in she just jumps off of the apron and walks away leaving Azumi by her lonesome and done. The counter to that would be why would she want to lose, and it is a good point, but to put it simply because this match doesn’t really count because there is no benefit for her in it. Speaking of her tag partner, we have Azumi, the Ace of Odyssey, and the pinnacle of women’s wrestling, or should I say the former Ace of Odyssey and the former pinnacle of women’s wrestling. I mean no disrespect towards you Azumi, well I kind of do, because once you got defeated by Natalie you basically became a ghost. You packed your bags and went home. I know you are a mother or step-mother, and you run your own promotion back in Japan and so forth and so forth, but once you got defeated you just left and then all of a sudden boom right there you are wanting to get back in the groove of things like you never left. I can’t respect that because what if I just left when I lost to Dulce the first time and then a few months later come back and expect everything to go back as if I never left. It doesn’t make sense and wouldn’t make sense, and sure there is the counter that you are owed a rematch due to the rematch clause every championship holds but still.

Now, there is April Strong. The woman who had me at my limits, but in the end we both tied. As I said on Odyssey, our match that ended in a tie did kind of take a backseat, but it still burned because there was no winner of it. The fact there was no winner is what stings worse than anything. Even if I would have lost that would have been, I mean I would hate it, but at least there was a winner and loser. I respect you April, honestly. As I said before, you are a woman to be looked up to because you are a great talent. Hell, if I want to look at the grand scheme of things this match is actually almost a dream match. You have three of the top four, or five depending on how you want to look at it, women in a single match. You have both champions in it as well. I mean, hell the more I think the more I realized if I was a fan watching this match I would be overly fucking excited for it, but that is the thing I am not a fan watching this. I am someone wrestling in this match and I have to keep focus and pay attention to a lot more things such as rather or not Natalie will pull power, if April will abandon, or there will be an interference which cost the match and therefore an indecisive winner.

I know to go into this match I am at a disadvantage all around me. Unlike in my previous matches where I have to think of one factor now there are multiple factors to count in to, and this is just...just...well I can’t quite say I feel about it. On one hand, it is nerve-racking because I am having to think of a multitude of factors and how to outplay them on the move, but then, on the other hand, the idea of having to constantly be on my feet the different outcomes of this match is quite interesting to say. At last, I will say this will be my first meeting with Natalie and Azumi, so if we ever face off again...at least I will know somewhat they are all about....and rather a win or lose as long as it is a deceive one then I am fine with the different outcomes.

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(Carlos Rosso is shown sitting in a closed off set with famed sports interviewer Erin Andrews. There is no Mao, no Wild Boys, no Keelan Callihan, just the man in an all black suit and shades.)

Erin Andrews: Carlos, this week on Kingdom you have arguably your most important match since your return to Kingdom, maybe even your most significant match in OWA as you meet Kenny Drake for the right to be the #1 Contender to Aria Jaxon’s OWA World Championship. How do you feel about the challenge of wrestling one of the world’s most dangerous wrestlers?

Carlos Rosso: Challenge? I reject his challenge because Kenny Drake IS no challenge for me. But I’m more than happy to beat him up some more. I never liked the guy and I’ve seen him poppin off at the mouth on Social Media, gettin’ mighty comfortable now that he’s done fighting Ground Zero for the moment.

Erin Andrews: You’ve had your struggles against him before, including here in OWA where you lost a lumberjack match to him with both your factions at ringside and that tag team match that saw you shipped away. Also, he seems to be riding high after finally putting down Nate Cage.

Carlos Rosso: Nate WHO!? What do I care what two bums fighting each other does for the bum that wins? And yeah, if Nate wants some of this, the next time I see him I’ll close his mouth too. You see, Erin, I’m the future OWA World Champion and nothing can be done about that. I can’t be beat by Kenny, I won’t be beaten by Kenny, and ever since that day I left Kingdom I’ve been training even harder preparing for this day. There’s not gonna be any quick knockdowns. I’m gonna finish him slowly. I’m going to torture him, CRUCIFY HIM...real bad.

Erin Andrews: Hard words from a hard man, the 14-time Heavyweight Champion of the World Carlos Rosso seems primed and ready for another run at a world championship in his 8th major promotion. Back to you all in the studio.

I’m Not Tired Yet!

Now, I’m not religious or anything, and I’m certainly not Scott Van Pelt, but I just wanted to let you all know that I have been doing this wrestling thing for coming up on 12 years now back in the States...and I’m certainly not tired yet. It was a rough night for the Zaibatsu, Civil War. We lost someone who I still consider a friend from our number, Keelan got roughed up in the process and my dear Wild Boys were attacked for no reason! But, yours truly stood tall and represented the big gold brand as best as he could when chaos reigned supreme. Outside interference, meddling suits from the front office, all that crazy nonsense with the girls from Odyssey….I was on track to win despite it all. Hell, that guy that you all know as Heavyweight Champion now, I had him on his back after dropping him on a head, clean as a whistle. But…..TARAH NOVA of all people kicked me in the face, unprovoked, while I was engaged with trying to pin Gareth. She took the cowardly way out like she has most of her career and my quest to redeem Kingdom from the shit show going on at Civil War came to an unfortunate end.

BUUUUUT...it seems despite this that my hard work, my diligence has been rewarded with this match against Kenny Drake, a man that I’m very much familiar with. Kenneh, YOU ARE FILLED WITH DETERMINATION! You think that surviving your stupid little war with the stupid little faction that you created is going to save you this time. You know something funny, pal, there was one constant in all the matches that we’ve had in the past….you had backup. Remember that tag team match where you guys got lucky and shipped me out of Kingdom? You never beat me cleanly then. That Lumberjack match? I might as well had been fighting you and your wolves by myself because I had fucking IDIOTS as lackeys under me. My own people cost me that match, not you. Also, it's a bit amusing to me that you poopoo me winning the World Television Championship, a championship that I MADE INTO THE REAL MAIN EVENT at Final Destination, while you have done absolutely nothing. What gold have you had your hands on in singles, really? Who have you beaten to really deserve to be standing across the ring from me right now? Oh, you put Nate Cage on the shelf for a while, you beat up some losers who think they're in the military and suddenly you think you're ready to roll with this? My dude, are you touched in the head or something? You special, family?

In fact, IN ALL the encounters that we’ve had ...you've never beaten me straight up. You never had the courage to stand across from the owner of the Strongest Arm in Professional Wrestling and face me man to man. And you didn’t win at that Challenge CUp thing because...THAT MATCH NEVER HAPPENED! WHOEVER MADE THAT MATCH SHOULD BE FIRED BECAUSE IT DIDN’T HAPPENED WHEN IT WAS SCHEDULED TO AND YOU KNOW IT! IT’S YOUR FAULT BECAUSE YOU ARE AFRAID TO FACE ME! Because if you did, you know what fate you would suffer. You would suffer the same way people like Jacob Senn, Jaywalker, Miltiades and even the precious CM Nas or Nasir Moore or Kareem Said or whatever the fuck that scruffy-beareded hobo is calling himself these days.

Do you understand what I’m telling you? In a match where there are actual rules and regulations? Pfft…..you are not on my level. Not in the slightest. ANd for the first time...you’re all alone. There’s no armed soldiers to help you. There’s no minions to back you up. There’s no incompetent partner on my end to save you. For the very first time in this little personal series of ours, you and I are going to get to fight man to man. Of course, Kenny, Keelan will be there to lend me moral support and strategic insight if necessary. We at the Zaibatsu have decided that we need to circle the wagons and present a unified front! The departure of Stephanie Matsuda, as much as it saddens and angers me, is a done deal. We have to move on and recalibrate our efforts.

But there is one good thing that I must say, at least from my point of view, that comes from her departure…..I don’t have to defer to a goddamn soul anymore. You see, when she was playing war with Aria Jaxon, I allowed myself to take on a lesser role in the Zaibatsu. I lowered myself, I starved myself, to allow Keelan and Stephanie chances to get a nibble at the cherry. And now, at long last...like Goro revealing himself in the Mortal Kombat movie, it’s time. And no, there is no Johnny Cage like figure standing in the way who will hit me in the nuts and send me careening to my doom. Oh, no. You, Kenneh, are like that black guy. Art, I think his name was. You see, just like all those annoying little maggots who will probably cheer for you, who will scream out “REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAAAAAAAITH!” or whatever, Art had a rooting section too. Liu Kang, Johnny, Sonya, all of them were rooting for him too. You know what happened? He got his ass beat and his soul taken.

I’m glad that you’re rested. You may feel energized, but I know for a fact that you’re still hurting. There’s no way in hell that with all the things you’ve been through just in the past month that you’re 100 percent. You can fool the people, but you can’t fool a veteran like myself. You’re energized...but you’re in pain. Me? I got kicked in the face one good time, not even enough to cause a concussion. I’m good. In fact, I’m a little more pissed off than feeling hurt. You can hide behind your wife, you can hide behind your fans or your upside down crosses and your catchphrases. When that bell rings Sunday, you can guarantee that I’ll be prepared.

I’m gonna hurt you, Kenneth. Not just because I dislike you and want you to suffer indescribable pain for being a pain in the ass for the better part of three years, but to use this victory for some good ole PROPAGANDA. For starters, I need a recruiting tool to bring new Zaibatsu members into the fold. Keelan seems to be hesitant to bring in new blood, but I’m not. I want to hand a nice, beloved member of the roster up on my wall as a trophy to tell recruits:

Hey...you see that piece of shit on my wall? That’s Kenny Drake. You have two choices: join me and win a lot championships and make money ...or stand in my way and join him mounted up on my wall.

After people see what I’ve done to you, what do you think people are going to choose, huh?

The other piece of this propaganda...I want to send a message to our dear, beautiful champion Aria. I know that she wants to face you deep down in her little heart. She knows that I know all about her and how she operates...she would rather deal with the devil she doesn’t know than the God who does. She wants to put on a great match with a new opponent and sees me as a waste of time...and something of a dangerous, unpredictable bastard.

Kenny, your wife and kid shouldn’t be too worried about you spending time away from them for much longer. In a couple of days, I’m going to eviscerate you in the middle of the ring and take the place that someone of my stature and experience ALWAYS deserves to be: in the championship hunt. And where my Zaibatsu colleagues past and present have failed, I’m going to end Rainbow Brite’s run at the top once and for all.

All I have to do to get to the little pixie? Dispose of some rotting, disgusting trash that has sat on my doorstep for far too goddamn long. Kenny, I hope you enjoyed your little comeback and all those awards and accolades and cheers, because on Sunday, it ends when I end you.

And everyone who wants to dream of becoming OWA World Champion? They’ll have to understand that the line begins with me. Why?

Because I’m Carlos Rosso, dumbass, and I’m the greatest wrestler who has ever lived. Greater than Nate, Greater than Gareth, Greater than Stephanie, Greater than Aria, and certainly greater than you. There are no further miracles to save you. You’ve used them all up.

I’m not tired yet, motherfucker. I’ve still got plenty of work to do.

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It’s amazing...what a good night's sleep can do.

Recharges the body...recharges the mind...recharges the soul. It’s...terribly underrated.

See, I haven’t had a good, solid nights sleep in months. Tossing. Turning. Fidgeting. Waking up in a cold sweat, thinking that I hear my little boy Sid wailing down the hall…

But all it was was deafening silence...and THAT…that is what would keep me awake at night.

That silence was caused by one...person. One...per...

But now?

I’m serenaded to sleep by the calmed breathing of my beautiful wife, lying beside my son, safe and sound. We are a family reunited once again, and we have rid ourselves of that sickening hellhound nipping at our heels.

So now that I’m awake...refreshed…

I can do what I was born to do...

I can actually take that first step FORWARD...

But in order to do that...I first have to take several steps back and put out a dumpster fire.

This Sunday on Kingdom, I have the unenviable task of facing Carlos Rosso for an opportunity at Aria Jaxon and that OWA World Championship. No matter what anyone tells you, THAT is THE title in this industry…

And Carlos Rosso?

Doesn’t deserve to be near it.

And I say the task is unenviable, not because it’s going to be a challenge…

But rather, a chore.

What else is there to say, Carlos? Hm? What else is there to say? For the first time in my career, I might actually not have anything to say...because you and I have had this dance several times in the past, and each and every time, it has followed MY rhythm and my lead. It has followed MY direction, and do you know why, Carlos?

Because I am simply BETTER.

It’s no secret, is it? I’m sure you know this already. You’re a smart guy...kinda...So SURELY you can see that you are entering this match as the underdog, right?

You’d be a damned fool to believe otherwise, son.

Still...I read the dirt sheets. I hear what the...IWC or whatever is saying about this match, and there are still a few...not a lot, but a few...that think YOU, Carlos Rosso, are STILL Carlos Rosso.

So this match? Is for them.

But really...this match? It’s for you, too.

Because FRANKLY, Carlos, this is getting embarrassing. You, hobbling your broken, dusty old body down that ramp for one more glory show...you, showing that the world YOU knew is long since gone every time you step through those ropes...YOU, EVERY TIME you yell and scream and claim that you are STILL the strongest arm in the South! STILL the conqueror! STILL someone to be feared.

That’s called delusion. And it’s going to kill you.

In the past year, what has been your greatest achievement? You won the TV title, I think, then lost it damn near immediately.

What else?

There hasn’t been a Goddamn thing, has there?

From the very beginning, I have been proving that you aren’t on my level. Since DAY. FUCKIN. ONE. I have been proving that you cannot hang with someone like me.

I kicked your ass and sent you to Olympus, OFFICIALLY making it the B Show.

I kicked your ass and dismantled that shit show, The Unchained.

I kicked your ass in the Challenge Cup, but...that footage is...somewhere.

In fact...EVERY. SINGLE. TIME you set foot in that ring against me? I beat the shit out of you and walk out the victor...and every...single...time... you BARELY walk out at all.

Why...will this...be any different?

Cos, Carlos, every battle you fight is a steep, uphill battle. Every match you have DRAINS you of what little strength you have left, and every loss you inevitably suffer chips away another piece from your already fractured ego. You are falling apart at the seams...I saw your little press conference after Civil War...excuse followed by excuse followed by excuse, then promptly followed by you threatening a cameraman and a journalist and throwing a hissy fit.

Pathetic.

Or I guess...that’s just Carlos Rosso, isn’t it? Loudest bark, non-existent bite.

You know what’s funny, though? That part is excusable...you were never THAT good, so this downhill slide you’re on isn’t THAT dramatic…you’ve always been a drama queen to the press, so it’s not THAT lame...

It’s that after all of the losses and the disappointment and let downs and tantrums that have been “Carlos Rosso in OWA”...

You...YOU..out of EVERYBODY...STILL...don’t take me seriously. Do you?

You are so far removed from this modern world...so deeply entrenched up your own ass and in the past that you cannot seem to wrap your head around the man I have become...

The absolute monster I can be…

You still see the wacky, weird, kooky little dude that came in with his wife and buddy and heard a voice and was funny and strange. That’s it.

You arrogant...ARROGANT...prick…

Well …

...then...let me say this, Carlos.

Good bye.

I’m not going anywhere...don’t worry.

It’s you.

I want you...to say Goodbye. To ALL of this.

After this Sunday, I wipe my hands of you. I have nothing left to prove to someone like you. I have nothing else to gain by decimating you AGAIN. This match on Sunday, it could be for a fuckin Starbucks card, let alone the opportunity at the belt, for all I care.

This Sunday? We’ll call this a favor.

I’m going to end this...fuckin waste of time you’re calling a career. I’m going to put this decaying, diseased fuckin hound down for good by filling its fuckin skull with buckshot, and I am going to do what you CAN’T and close the book on this run before you degrade your legacy further. I will do what you don’t have the BALLS to do, and MERCY KILL this pathetic little glory jog you’ve been on. Your day has long, LONG, since passed, Carlos Rosso. You know it better than anyone, that this will be the final nail in the coffin.

The only thing left to do...is let it happen.

I’m going to let you get the rest that you deserve, Carlos.

Believe me, it does WONDERS.

And while you’re sitting cozy on your couch down there in Louisiana...sipping a nice whiskey and eating a fine steak and getting fat and happy without a care or stress in the world...you can watch me and Aria Jaxon put on the match of the year...and you can watch me do what I’ve always needed to do and hold that title above my head as champion…

And you can say, quietly to yourself…

“Thank you.”

You’re welcome, Carlos.

But Sunday?

You’ll only be able to say one thing...like everyone else…

It’s something you have said countless, countless times in the past...so by this point, it’s damn near your catchphrase...

Wolves.

Aeternum.

Repentless

The scene begins in a dimly lit room with a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, in oscillatory motion. Suddenly a hand appears in frame, stopping the bulb’s motion before stepping directly underneath the light to reveal Christopher Sabertooth. He is seen wearing a leather jacket over a casual attire with sunglasses to boot and a lit cigarette in hand.

“Why… Why Chris Why?! The question on everybody’s mind. Why did I turn my back on Kingdom and attack Nasir Moore?” Said Chris, chuckling to himself.

“Isn’t it fairly obvious? Do I have to keep saying the same things for it get into people’s heads?! Fuck it, I will keep the explanations for later. After all, the ‘people’ want an answer! Before I say anything, I must thank one man for making it all possible. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Finnegan Wakefield. Without you, I would not be feeling... alive again. You know very well about second chances, don’t you? I know how much you appreciate being back in OWA and Civil War could have been a good moment for you and Team Kingdom. Unfortunately, I had to expose ‘CM Nas’ for who he truly was. And don’t worry! With every passing week Nasir Moore will be an open book for everybody to judge. It’s funny because Nasir had a mental breakdown, heading into Civil War. He dropped the ‘Conquering Messiah’ part of his name and went back to his roots! From what I understood, it’s because he hasn’t been doing well lately and want his old fire back that got him to the top of the wrestling world. Nasir Moore is so weak isn’t he? I mean seriously, who in their right mind would ever believe what Nasir has to say? It’s all a facade to fool the people into cheering him again because Nasir couldn’t bear being away from the spotlight. It is ALL about Nasir Moore! The former Omega Heavyweight Champion! He certainly went through a lot of hardships to win the title here in OWA… Oh wait. What about title shots? Surely Nas had to go through a plethora of opponents to earn his title shots just like the rest of the roster. Right? Surely, Nasir has never been on a poster for promoting the big events and would LOVE an opportunity to get that exposure… Bullshit! I am going to EXPOSE Nasir for who he truly is and THEN you can all question my actions and decide my fate.” Sneered Sabertooth. He takes a long puff out of his cigarette before continuing further.

“Everybody called me a sell-out for aligning myself with Scott Oasis. First of all, who the fuck told you that I am in cahoots with the COO? And money? I already have money! More than I could ever have a use for, so DO NOT question my integrity. My ‘betrayal’ wasn’t bought by Scott Oasis. Simply put, we had the same idea. Oasis realizes Nasir’s ego is too big for this company and all he did was ensure that Nas knows his place. He has been on cloud nine since the day this company came into existence and yet he has the audacity to portray himself as an underdog. You’re so fucking delusional, it hurts my brain. I am going to bring you back down to reality and make you feel what everybody else feels here in OWA. It’s time for a change and I will be the face of a movement. Nasir Moore, you have ruined this company’s reputation and by stabbing you in the back, I did EVERYBODY a favor. So maybe, you should all be thanking me! I will save everybody from Nasir’s tyranny. I will save the wrestling business from the micro-management holding us back. Which is why, Scott Oasis is a great ally to have. All I need to do is destroy Nas and not only do I get what I want, Oasis gets what he wants too. In turn, I get to use the power to CHANGE this business for the better. All you have to do is hold my hand and walk with me. Nasir Moore has to die for his sins and I will be the adjudicator… I will be seeing you soon, Nasir. I know you want to end me. But strike me down and I will be back stronger than ever. My ideals will live on! The people will see you for what you truly are and with that, I will forever be immortal! Go on Nas! Take your best shot! Finish what I’ve started! You cannot hide anymore, Nas! He sees it all!” Exclaimed Sabertooth, with a sadistic smirk plastered over his face. In an instant, his expression changes to that of pure joy.

“Well, let’s not ruin everybody’s mood by talking about CM Nas. Let’s get back to the former OWA World Champion, Finnegan Wakefield, should we?! I must say, I am a fan. I may have been hurtful in the past couple of weeks but trust me, I do respect Finn! And it’s not because he gave me his spot on Team Kingdom. I respect Finn’s abilities in the ring and the passion he has for the business. He would NEVER take a spot that he knows he doesn’t deserve and he certainly proved that! A technical mastermind in his own right, I have learned a lot from him just from watching his matches. It’s an absolute joy to watch Finn tear his opponent’s limbs apart with such precision. Alright alright! I should stop sucking up to the big man. Finn had a lot of hurtful things to say about me. That would have upset me if I wasn’t such a big fan of his work. Finnegan Wakefield has the in-ring credentials to match his position on the wrestling totem pole. Honestly, I was excited to see Finn return to OWA a while back, since I never had an opportunity of facing him in the ring. And now I find myself going head to head with another former champion and I would love to tear him apart! Finn will be a bloody mess after Kingdom and I honestly cannot wait! I always wanted to go one on one against Finn to put my own wrestling ability to test, so it’ll be an absolute honor to cave his fucking head in.” Said Sabertooth, with the smile not leaving his face, in an almost irritating affair. Sabertooth stubs his cigarette and walks closer up to the frame.

“You have done a lot of things for this business so I hope you come to understand what I do to you is not because I harbor any hard feelings. Finn, I would have let you go but the system had different plans for you. You said I will be begging for forgiveness when we face each other in the ring… I’ll do you one better! I apologize to you for breaking your trust. But what I did was for the better of everybody! Maybe you don’t see it now, but a few months down the line, you’d be begging to be a part of the movement. I apologize in advance for what I am going to do to you, Finn. I honestly hoped it would have gone a different way between the two of us, but your fate was sealed the moment this match was sanctioned. You will be sacrificed for the greater good of this company, so I hope you understand. Finn, it was never really about you! Yes, you gave me your spot. But after that transaction, it was over! You had no part in this, despite the pride that you carry around for this company and especially for Kingdom. The fact that Nasir Moore was chosen for Team Kingdom yet alone to captain it, while completely abandoning it on Boiling Point and pursuing the Omega Heavyweight Championship, speaks volumes about the problems of this company. Finn, let’s be real! What has this company ever done for you? You left without losing your title but did you ever get a shot to earn it back after your return? There’s a reason why pride is one of the seven deadly sins, and Finn… your pride is clouding your senses! OPEN YOUR EYES! I am not the one using you to benefit my career. Finn, the system has been squeezing the life out of everybody that actually cares about this business! They don’t want us to succeed! And this society REWARDS people who take the shortcut instead of working their asses to earn each and everything in life. Finn, I was so disgusted by how easy it was to get an opportunity like this in OWA that I had to try it out myself. I walked up to Jon McAdams and asked for a world title shot… I painted a picture that my whole life depended on this one opportunity. Heck, I even reconciled with my deadbeat father to get these fans to cheer me on and buy tickets. They just LOVE a happy ending, don’t they? Well, to people like you and I, we don’t get happy endings. You dedicated your life to hone your craft while people like Gareth Cason and Nasir Moore hold the keys to the Kingdom, pardon my pun. Finn, ignorance is part of the problem. You’re not looking to make a difference… I didn’t disrespect you by turning my back on Kingdom. I honored you! You’re now part of history in the making and it wouldn’t have been possible without your help. Listen to your heart, Finn. It’s easy to fool one’s mind but the heart ALWAYS speaks the truth. If you still want to ‘destroy’ me as you claimed, then so be it! But whatever you do, I will not give up. That’s how I have lived my life! Life threw curve-balls at me but I came back stronger than ever. If by some miracle you beat me, I will be back for more and more… and more! Finn, a revolution has begun. This will be your ONLY opportunity to switch sides and realize what’s best for you. Take this as a warning or just friendly advice… You’re either with us, or against us. So what will it be Finn? Will you walk with me? Or will you go down in infamy as the first victim of the NEW era in pro-wrestling? Either way, major things are coming your way this Sunday. You DON’T want to miss this! Everything will fall into place! Finnegan Wakefield will be at a crossroads. One wrong decision and Mr. Wakefield will be a broken mess for the rest of his career. And as for Nasir…” Sabertooth stares down the camera with animosity. His hatred for the man, clearer than ever.

“Nasir will pay in blood for all his sins.” A static image of a man doused in blood appears on the screen for a short instant before switching back to Sabertooth. The scene fades to black.

im kyle n this is mine n shit

“rolling?”

Yeah, you actually have something prepped?

“nahnahnah gonna spitball. roll with it.”

….That’s...that’s a really bad idea, hon.

“u sound like my doctor. dont worry bby, i got this.”

...Fine. Don’t call me “bby”; I can hear you leaving out the fuckin A and I hate it.

“fuckin a.”

...Kyle…

“karen…”

KYLE!

“ok...here we go.”

….Are you-

“mm. shh.”

Ky-

“mmmmmmmmmmm. shhhhhhh.”

Th-

“HAYDEN CROSS…sunday...well, no...probably monday, it’s gonna be u vs me. so. thats...um...line.”

...Line?

“mmhmm.”

...Like...tell you the next line?

“c’mon this is live pal.”

Oh for fuck’s sa-

TAKE 2

Ok. You got it down?

“like a stamp.”

That’s...cute. Ok...weeee are rollin, babe...action.

“alright here we go…”

Here we go!

“hell ye”

Yeah! Go for it!

“hayden cross.”

Hayden Cross!

“alright…”

Alright!

“...hayden cruise nowait fuck.”

ohmygod.

TAKE 3

“we rolling?”

Ugh…

“hon? we rollin?”

Kyle...you muddafu-.....We’re rollin, babe...and this is 8mm so this is all, like...reaaaaaalllllly expensive to get nowadays.

“sure is.”

Yep...Cos YOU asked for it.

“only the best.”

Mm. Yeah. You said that, when you repeatedly insisted-

“damn near demanded it.”

Damn near. So. Are you...like…

“cos 8 milileter-“

Millimeter.

“-looks cool. uncopyable...ness...”

...we have PHONES with fuckin gawddamn fuckin MOVIE CAMERAS on em.

“k.”

And we could have just bought an app that was, like, 20 bucks tops, that shoots BETTER looking 8mm…

“20 bucks? damn. those nerds in silicon valley are pirates man.”

…..THIS WAS $3000!!

“yeah but kevin smith-“

I FUCKIN DARE YA TO BRING UP KEVIN SMITH AGAIN. EVERY FUCKIN ARGUMENT, KEVIN SMITH KEVIN SMITH KEVIN SMITH. JESUS FUCKIN MOTHERFUCKER YOU GOD DAMN SON OF A FUCKIN MOTHERFUCK YOU AND FUCKIN KEVIN MOTHAFUCKIN SMITH LIKE I GIVE A RATS ASS FUCKIN FUCK ABOUT KEVIN MOTHA FUCK SMITH FUCK...YOU MOTERFUCKIN FUCKBAG SAY SOMETHING ABOUT KEVIN SMITH.

“...he made clerks on like 5 grand…”

...MOTHERFU-

TAKE 4

Tell them your naaaame.

“k-kyle…”

And what do you have to say to Hayden Cross?

“th-that he’s a douche? and only snowboard movie villains and entitled fat kids from orange county are named hayden?”

Aaaand?

“just because he looks weird doesn’t make him crazy or scary, he just looks weird...and his k-keys to the kingdom are going to hang next to my laundry room lanyard on my key hook?”

What else?

“he’s gonna ea-eat this L like a Taco Bell Nacho Cheddar Soft Taco Chalupa, which is now available at all Taco Bell locations? and after i win, im gonna celebrate with a Dimebag Brand Cannabis Chemdog Pre-Roll. Dimebag and Taco Bell...The New PB&J.”

Goooooooooood, good good...do you think that Hayden Cross is a real wrestler?

“...n-no?”

NOOO!??! THEN why does he DRESS UP LIKE ONE?!

“...wait, wha?”

SEE THIS...is how crazy Hayden Cross has made the OWA…

“r u doing a thing?”

So what I’m calling for is this...for every day that he has the Keys to the Kingdom...People will die.

“yo what? u can’t …”

FINESHUTUP...for every day he has the Keys, people will get hurt…

“ye k”

….Starting sunday...I’m a girl of my woooooooord

HOOHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

“...yo...that was from batman forever or some shit right?”

“.....line.”

ShutupKyle...

thats it bye kthx

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) November 1st 2019, 11:59 am by Guest

The camera fades in on a computer screen, waiting to be logged in. The profile picture is that of Hayden Cross, with the username "HCross".

A seven character password is entered and the Windows home screen is booted up.

The cursor moves over to Google Chrome and the sound of a double-click is heard.

The URL "Youtube.com" is typed in.

The webpage is loaded up.

A long pause.

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The cursor moves back to the URL bar and "Youtube.com" is highlighted.

Very slowly, the characters "/watch?v=RRIpvNQa5tA" are also entered.

Fade to black.

Finnegan Wakefield wrote:

Chapter 18: fog of war

OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) - Page 3 Arba4ct

"The Prodigal Son" Finnegan Wakefield

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”Disrespected. That's not an apt way to describe it. Regret? No, that doesn't even begin to scratch the surface. I have struggled over the past few weeks to grasp the exact feeling that has been coursing through my head." We have become familiar with the scene that this candid is set; the dark venue with all but a wrestling ring centered in the frame hidden in an ink-like blackness. The skylight above bathing what is visible in a pale tint of orange as the sun begins to set outside onto the site we now familiarize with Finnegan Wakefield -- his silhouette casting a shadow down onto the floor as he is leaned against the ropes towards the camera. His head hangs low, his arms draped along the top rope, slowly moving his right hand up and through his hair as he tilts his head up with it, a thin brush of 5 o'clock shadow having grown since we had last saw him. His blue eyes are fixed on the camera now, his expression stern as he continues. ”In the passing two weeks I have been processing the series of events that occurred very, very slowly. I flood of emotions and thoughts have been running through me that meet a wide margin of the spectrum one can feel. I have had this feeling under my skin; a crawling one. In my chest I have had a sinking feeling. In my head, my mind has been in a haze. All from the fallout of Civil War. There is a pause, Finnegans eyes drop from the camera as he takes a deep breath. "The event was always going to be a gamble of reputations. Brand supremacy touted to take priority over everything else in the entire wrestling world for a single night within the OWA. People were willing to shed their colors in that ring, in front of millions of people to prove that where they hang their hat is *thee* brand to watch, the zenith of the wrestling world. Some people took that notion in stride. They put it all on the line with the flag that they wave -- win, lose or otherwise -- they laid it all on the line so that it's raised higher than the others. And be it for the many or the few, at the end of the night no man was satisfied leaving that ring until they had proven their superiority to every set of eyes watching, every set of ears listening, every heart investing in this very sport. Every man and woman that got in that ring last night left with their pride intact, regardless of if they could even walk out under their own power. All of them..." He trails off, a few seconds of silence before his eyes direct back to the camera, eyes cold like steel. ”Except for you. Christopher Sabertooth. What you done on that night was nothing less than disgraceful. Not only did you stick in the knife, but you also twisted it. And for what? A moment of infamy? To prove a point? Or was it simply you realising the pressures of what you represented that made you take the cowards way out, bow out and drag somebody down with you?" There was a different feeling in the air now, a heated one -- one of animosity as his words seem to be fueled with a wave of underlying anger. ”If that's the case with the latter; congratulations. You succeeded. But you didn't accomplish that through the method of being a judas to Nas or being a turncoat to Kingdom. Hell, not even to the other members of that locker room who would have killed for the opportunity to have been in your position instead. You accomplished that at my expense."

Finnegan stabs a frustrated finger into his chest aggressively. ”I went to bat for you, Chris. When McAdams offered me that spot on Team Kingdom for the War Games match, I acquiesced to your request to be in that match. I endorsed that you deserved that spot more than I did. I put my reputation on your shoulders to carry this brand to victory and what did you do with that? you tossed it into the dirt and you buried it beneath your heel. You didn't just do it to me, or to Nas, or even every other member of Team Kingdom that night, you did it to every man and woman in our locker room who had to watch idly by as you cost us a pinnacle match to Team Olympus. It wasn't just a slap in their face, it was a spit into mine." With the finger he had stabbed into his chest, he raised it to the camera. ”Since day one of this company I have busted my ass for this brand, well before Olympus and Odyssey were established, from the very first match where I beat Carson Ramsay to become a contender for the inaugural OWA Championship. Well before your ungrateful ass even got signed to this company. I became OWA World Champion, I put on classic matches with every man that stood up to me, I kept my image clean and valiant so that I represented this company and I represented my brand as *thee* place for ambitious competitors. *Thee* place for the best competitors in the world. And *Thee* place to see rise as the very apex of this industry." He takes a long, drawn out breath. ”And the *only* reason you were in that match to begin with was because I listened to my heart instead of my head. I did what my heart told me was right and let you have your chance to step up. My heart told me that I didn't earn the right to be in War Games representing this brand only because I had taken such a long time away from it to fight my own personal demons. Because when you stood in front of me and told me you wanted the spot, I listened to my heart and realised I needed to trust that someone else was more fit to carry the flag and would plant it at the top. I stepped aside for you, Chris. I stepped aside because my heart told me it was the right thing to do." A somewhat uncomfortable chuckle escapes his lips as his head hangs low and he shakes his head from side to side slowly, raising it back to the camera. ”Ironically, I did the exact same thing to Keelan. I gave him the benefit of the doubt despite my head telling me otherwise. I entrusted someone who was shady from the get-go and had it come around to bite me on the ass. My heart told me that selfish people can change. And after it was all said and done I thought to myself that I am owed an explanation. Nas deserves an explanation. The fans, who rallied behind you to help take Kingdom to victory an explanation for what you had done." Finn's grip on the top rope begins to tighten as his fists are balled around it, the veins showing above his knuckles. ”I don't want an explanation. I could care less about your reasons behind what you did. I don't give a *fuck* why you stabbed everyone in the back. The *only* thing I want from you, Chris, is an apology that is muffled through your screams of agony, your pleas for mercy and the sounds of your tendons ripping as I twist your arm out of its very socket. I don't need to hear your reasons, I just need to hear your pain-filled pleas for forgiveness and I will show you none. Because you've taught me the lesson I should have learnt many times over. This isn't an industry for men who wear their heart on their sleeves. You don't give people an opening of opportunity -- you take what you earned." The words carry weight as Finnegans anger surfaces more, no signature smirk, no self-assured smugness in his abilities to deliver on his promises. Just an expression that suggests his blood has reached it's boiling point. ”So what that means for you Chris is that this Sunday, there will be no fog of war between you and I. There is no reprieve from what transpires because my mercy shows. I have none for you. My heart doesn't have a say in the matter of what happens when we step foot in that ring. I'm going to be listening to my head, and what it is telling me? Doesn't spell good for you. My head is telling me to kick yours off your shoulders and into the bleachers -- into the fans that watched you betray their hopes -- and let them sort you out. I'm not going to teach you humility, I'm not going to humble you like I had to everyone else. I'm going to teach you a much harsher lesson. I'm going to teach you that karma is a self-fulfilling comeupance. And you'll meet that comeupance like Miltiades had. Like Keelan had. Because if there is one constant that follows me, it's that no man that ever betrays my trust or sets a target on me ever leaves the ring with me the same." Each word he says has added venom before he takes one last deep breath. ”I want you to know something before you learn the rest on Sunday, Chris. The Finnegan Wakefield that left the OWA, he hasn't gone anywhere. The Finnegan Wakefield that prided himself on representing this company, that triples-down on his beliefs and values, that wrestles his heart out in that very ring, he's very much the same man you see now. Look in my eyes, you'll learn that to be true. But you'll also see that same Finnegan Wakefield is fed up and sick of being disrespected and taken advantage of. And he isn't taking it anymore. For your sins against Nas at Civil War, he'll sort you out for later. But your sins against me from Civil War? He'll have his pick at what I leave you as. Be it defeated or be it broken." There are a few seconds after these words where he remains speechless, eyes piercing the cameras lens like daggers before he turns his head away and walks out of the shot, the candid coming to a close with a fade to black.

Mexico City.

It’s a place that I’m familiar with. It’s the place where I started to find myself as a wrestler. I spent time training in Japan and France as well, but Mexico was the place I started to mature into a wrestler. Even though I was never a true “luchadora”, I found myself here. The history, the culture, the tradition of wrestling here spoke to me in a way other places simply could not. I promised them that one day I would return to them a champion…

I can’t keep that promise yet.

Not through any lack of effort on my part. The world knows what happened when I faced the current champion, there’s no need to elaborate on it further. But one thing that I think does need some elaboration is the state of my opponent: Eris. You’re right, we did team together once to quite an effective end. You punished Natalie and I got under Azumi’s skin even further. Come to think of it, a lot of what you have said about me is true. I know that my rage is a flaw that people have come to exploit. I have tried hard to come to grips with my obsessive tendencies but I have to admit that it’s hard to change old habits.

Eris, you have to understand that my entire presence in wrestling has been something of an expression of my anger. My entire life people have told me what I can and can’t do. People have told me that I should do this or that, and the reason you’ve asked for as to why I wear wrestling boots and continue on? There it is. I wear them because wrestling is my life and nothing else comes close to making me feel as alive as when I’m in the ring. When I’m in the ring, there’s no politics or sibling rivalry or anything holding me back. I can express myself, be myself, and fight for myself how I see fit. Wrestling gives me an identity.

The mission that you have to better women’s wrestling is none of my buisness, but you’re a damn fool if you think that I am stupid enough to believe that you care about the rest of us. You have the Athena’s Cup trophy, deservedly so. Your matches against the Killer Bee are enough proof of that to me. You, the person who maybe just as much as me has plenty of reason to loathe Natalie, have the means at your disposal to change the wrestling world, the Odyssey landscape in an instant and yet you don’t. Why? I have a theory. As formidable as you are, as surrounded with lackeys as you are...there is something about you that still connects with being the hunter, doesn’t it? Just like you always have with Natalie, you wait, you lurk...you stalk.

Only to be shown up again.

Or perhaps, you’re afraid that the crown you’ve adorned yourself with is going to be a bit heavy? You know that once you’ve made an enemy of DiMarco and become champion that she will find a way to break you down and cut your reign short regardless. So...perhaps you’re waiting for someone else to do the dirty work for you to cash in, hmm? Don’t worry. I’ll gladly bloody my hands for both our benefit.

We are similar, Eris. But not the same. As much as you try to hide it with a cool, calm exterior, you have a fire of rage burning inside of you, just like me. You see people who have looked down on you just like I have. You feel the stares, you hear people calling you freak and God knows what else, and it hurts you. That’s why you feel the need for cleansing things, isn’t it? You hurt the same way I hurt and even though we walk drastically different paths, we both have so much to prove...not just to ourselves, but the entire world.

I’m not perfect. Not as a wrestler, not as a person. And I’m certainly not afraid of you, Cleanser. I’ve seen what you can do and I respect your talent, but there is no one on earth that puts fear into me. Fear left me a long time ago when I was robbed at gunpoint maybe two blocks from the arena that we’re going to wrestle in a few days from now.

I’m not a flash in the pan. I’ve been dealt frustrating setbacks, time and again. Azumi, Aria Jaxon, Natalie, even my brother at Civil War. But I persevered and moved forward each time. I’ve found the courage to keep going, the will to pull myself up and face my enemies once more. So, as you hide behind your friends and your unearned crown, I stand always ready to even the score with anyone who dares to cross me. Your shameful display at Civil War will be rewarded with fists of fire and a river of blood. Imagine what we could have achieved if you actually cared...we could have shown the world the true strength of Odyssey and the evolution of women’s wrestling. But you love yourself more than the sport…

I’m no god, queen, or even a champion right now, but let me make this plain as day: I BOW TO NO ONE.

You want to see what you saw in me once before, eh? Fine, I’ll gladly show you the full force of my rage, in front of the fans that accepted me when no one else would. And then, once you are defeated, I will make my way back up the mountain to take Natalie’s spot at the top.

And once I get there, i’ll be waiting for you to show up again with your Athena’s Cup in tow. But by then, you’ll know that even though I’m much smaller, there is a fire burning within me that someone like you could never extinguish. You demand to see strength? So be it.

HERMOSILLO, SONORA, MEXICO
SEPTEMBER 2007
MIDNIGHT

Mexico has always been known for its vibrant nightlife, and here in Sonora there is no exception. The feeling of a tight knit community with modest ideals and a hard working mentality have been washed away with the shine of the moonlight, instead being replaced by an appearance of mature excitement and degeneracy. The city is filled with bright lights, each fighting with each other to draw the attention of the masses. A mixture of smells -- cigarette smoke, cheap liquor and freshly cooked restaurant fair are hanging in the air. Fastly speeding cars, self absorbed chatter and street music act as the soundtrack of this setting. With so much going on, it is easy to miss out on certain things going on...or to merely ignore the like the city-goers do as they see Nicole Desoto walking off the corner and entering the vehicle of a man after having stopped his car to engage in a minute or two conversation. The intent of the exchange was obvious but nobody even second guessed it. Activities such as this have been common for as long as they’ve known, simple harsh realities which the town have been scared to confront.

Nicole sits in the car in the silence. She points to where they’re meant to go as the driver does so without even a second thought. Having not even changed out of his work attire, the man who should be ran ragged from his vocation instead has a second wind as he looks to let off some steam. They pull off into the alleyway as instructed. There appears to not be a person in sight. Shaking with enthusiasm, the man turns to Nicole.

“Sólo tú y yo….nena.”

Spanish, usually a language of romance and beauty, sounds spine tingling as the words creep out of his mouth. Nicole remains stoic, sitting in her seat and not even acknowledging the man as he gets in closer. There is a subtle disgust in her expression as she sees greasy hair, scraggly beard and pockmarked face draw closer. He goes for a kiss but she moves away.

“¿Eh? Cuál es el problema?”

The man pouts as he says this. He upset in the same vein as a child after their mother denies them a new toy. He lays his money out at the dashboard, reminding her of the services he’s looking to pay for. Nicole looks around at her surroundings, still not softening her demeanor. Growing impatient, the man tries to sway her by getting in close again, grabbing at her face and trying to kiss her neck.

…...Stupid idea.

Nicole bites down on his hand with enough force to leave stains of blood on her teeth. The man lets out a yelp and recoils his hand, nursing those mangled up fingers of his. He turns back to her in anger, and then looks in shock as he turns to the commotion that caught the corner of his eye.

Several men come from out of the shadows and stand in front of his car, guns drawn. There is barely enough time for him to react to what’s coming. Nicole slides down and covers her head as if these were routine. She closes her eyes. She can’t tell what’s going on but the image is still vivid. Bullets shoot through the glass with trained, rapid fire precision, tearing away at the man as his life seeps out of him with each shot. Only ten seconds passed since the first bullet was fired before they stopped. At least twenty fragments of led have been buried into his body. One of the shooters reaches through a crack in the window and pulls open the door, letting him fall out onto the pavement. His corpse is of no concern to them, all they care about is the stack of bills on the dashboard, and the extra notes he kept in his wallet on the ground. They count the cash and laugh.

“Paga lo que debes, perra.”

“Pffft.” They spit on his body for good measure before turning to Nicole. With the operation now over, their attitudes become friendlier and they begin switching over to English.

“Good job Nicole. Keep on putting in work like this as the decoy and we’re going to have to move you up eventually!”

“Your dad will be proud when he heard you pulled this off!”

The crew all laugh as they put the money away to go report to him. Everyone is celebratory except for Nicole, still stuck in her chair. Still picturing those bullets flying. Still feeling his warm breath on her neck.
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Greed. Jealousy. Lust. Vanity.

Oye, Omega Wrestling Alliance. This is my first week with you. Yet you still feel so familiar to me. You and the streets are so very much the same. I don’t even need to be in the locker room to pick up that vibe. I look around at my so-called peers on social media and tell. From the outside looking in OWA can be seen a wasteland or a wonderland depending on the type of person who sets their eyes upon it. OWA embodies the pro wrestling industry and the pro wrestling industry is the home of the liars, cheaters, and thieves. Don’t get me wrong, there are a lot of people who are here simply because they enjoy the craft and they grew up idolizing the legends and the tradition of the sport. I can spot plenty of names who are here because they love what they do, who want to do good with their platform, and simply strive to be apart of healthy competition. But those bright eyed hopefuls end up drowned out in the sea of people who have nothing but bad intentions. They are but casualties of the evils of this industry. Pro wrestling is a very attractive sport for those who are looking to seek power through any means. The titles, the fame, the checks, the influence. These desirables bring out the worst in people who are looking for any excuse to do wrong. There are so many “talents” on this roster who participate in wrestling simply to feed their ego and feel like the big bad woman or man around here. A bunch of seedy individuals who have no restrictions on what they will do to get ahead. To sell out their values, to sell out their friends, to practically sell their souls -- it does not matter. OWA is a who’s who of scumbags.

But much like the streets, you see a lot of pretenders entering the arena, wanting to get in on the action when they’re really not about that life at all. They want to be a big deal, they want to be a “killer” and they want to have that clout, but once they’re in the mix it’s a lot different from what they see at home on their phone screens -- shit gets real when you’re getting your teeth knocked down your throat. Check out my first opponent in OWA, Karina-Ann, who is so gung ho about getting in that ring and beating me. This girl hasn’t even been here long enough to enjoy a cup of coffee but is talking down to me as if I were garbage. She’s ready to make quick work of me and climb up the ranks of Odyssey as the next face of the brand! She knows nothing of who I am, my background, or anything I’ve accomplished but it’s no worries to her because the win is in the bag in her eyes! The fact of the matter is, I’m just a nameless body to her. A fantasized first opponent that she can run through without any difficulty, who she can make an example of and use as a stepping stone to kick off this glorious run of dominance she has visualized in her head. That scenario didn’t work out for her in another company, and instead of adjusting her expectations, maybe trying to make sense of why she bombed, she’s deluding herself into thinking she was too good for the other company and was being held back.

“It’ll be different here! This place will be the one I take control of!” she tells herself! Well let’s see how different it is, Karina! You got your opportunity, the stage is yours now! You have a one on one match just like you wanted and there’s nothing to fall back on if you choke. “It’s all good!” you’ll tell me in response! You won’t choke because I’m not real competition, right? The locker room told you I don’t win matches; the same locker room I haven’t even been apart of until this week. You’ve never even heard of me, but I’m a loser! It doesn’t make sense but that’ll calm your nerves, to keep on saying things and wishing them into existence! I’m not a factor because I CAN’T be a factor. It doesn’t go with your narrative; failure can’t be an option for you! In your world you’re just the girl who is good at everything and can’t lose in a straight up match. Your opponent can be faster, bigger, have more experience, but it’ll all falter to the greatness that is Karina-Ann! Those are your thoughts, correct? Heh….God, you are looking like food to these wolves in the back and you don’t even know it. Let me teach you some valuable information, sweetheart. You aren’t about to be some generational talent now that you’ve jumped ship, you’re just going to be another poser caught up for being lost in the sauce. Every idiot learns their lesson eventually. You can’t run a mob just because you’ve seen Goodfellas, you can’t be a hero just because you’ve watched Endgame and you can’t beat someone like me just because you’ve pictured it with the two brain cells you still have to rub together. Say you’re going to kick me, brag about those long legs of yours. That doesn’t mean shit to me, all you bitches are the same size when I’m curb-stomping you to the pavement.

You weren’t being held back, you were being protected for your own good. Hidden from the likes of me to get their hands on you. You’re in my sight now though. You’ve pissed me off and now I’m going to have to make YOU into MY light work. Congratulations, you’re in the mix with heavy hitters. You have the chance to be the big deal you’ve always wanted. Once I spit you out and send you packing to go back to the drawing board, maybe you’ll come back with a plan that’s actually plausible.

I know who you are after hearing you talk Karina-Ann, that was the one thing you were right about. You’re a talentless fucking idiot who isn’t even worth the ink of a “Future Endeavor” slip. Now get away from the cameras, keep my name out your mouth and stop wasting my time until I get to brain you in the ring.

This is probably the most frustrated I’ve felt in a long time.

Kingdom and Odyssey didn’t want me to represent them at Civil War, I still haven’t had a chance to have my shot at the Openweight Championship, Stephanie Matsuda is deciding to infest Odyssey with her presence ...and worst of all, the most painful part of it all...for the first time in almost a year, I am without gold. Everything that I worked so hard for in LAW is now gone…

I’m beat up right now. How I’m walking and talking and preparing for a match against one of the largest, most dangerous women in OWA if not all of professional wrestling is a mystery even to me. I went through hell trying to drag a wrestler’s soul out of Moongoose McQueen’s sister and I’ll be damned if I did. My body is broken down, but I’m going to be honest with you all: My soul is a bit shattered right now. Losing a title that you’ve become synonymous with may be one of the most bitter pills that you can take.

I’m disappointed because I just lost the only thing that means any damn thing to me. I let myself and the people who believe in me down. And I lost to someone that I had beaten before.

I know that doesn’t mean anything to you guys listening at home, our general managers or even Artemis, but I would like you all to get a good idea of where my head is at right now and why this match isn’t about establishing momentum or getting myself in line for a title match or fighting off the SECOND MOST ANNOYING faction in OWA aside from the Dollhouse. This isn’t about size, cleansing, or whatever Artemis was talking about standing in the woods attempting to look creepy. This isn’t about letting down the brand or representing the brand. All of this is personal, extremely intimate stuff. Do you all want to know why?

It’s about identity. It’s about trying to figure out exactly who I am again. That Lethal Specialists Championship was my identity. That title was around my waist back when I fought Azumi over the vacated OWA Women’s World Championship. It was around my waist when I came here and told Stephanie Matsuda that we were going to fight if they kept us anywhere near one another. Every time that I have fought here, that title was with me. It was a declaration as much as it was a championship I owned: I was here to compete and win. And I’ve won, quite a bit. I’ve gotten some good things done, beaten a few men as well as women. I’ve shown off what I can do but not nearly everything that I’m capable of.

Am I making sense, or does this sound like rambling? Let me break it down if you all are still lost: I AM FUCKING HUNGRY. I’m naked, and I’m pissed off. Maybe...maybe I needed to feel that little hurt to get some motivation here again. I have been cruising a little too easy here, even with my schedule and taking on matches on two brands. Other than Eris and Roni, I haven’t been putting myself to the hazard, have I? No high profile matches, no title challenges. That changes with Artemis.

I know that she thinks I’m a failure and doesn’t think I’m worth the dirt beneath her feet. That’s great, I’m happy that she doesn’t think much of me. You see, Giant Bully C, I’ve wrestled Giant Bully A a couple of times now and even though I’m 0-for-2 ...She knows that I’m not one to be pushed around or “cleansed”. She won, but she more than left her share of blood on the floor, you understand? When I first saw the three of you standing on the ring apron, surrounding me that one time...I felt the slightest bit of fear. You’re all massive women, vicious and dangerous ...but you’re not the monsters I imagined...especially Eris. You’re all human, you’re all made of flesh and blood just like me. And you know what that means, bitch?

It means you can tap out. It means that you can feel pain.

Roni Ozborn and I...that match needs to happen again. Last time I checked neither of us could beat the other and I would love another chance to get it on with her. And Natalie Cage? That bitch has a rude awakening coming sooner rather than later...and wouldn’t it be absolutely wonderful if I was the one who gave it to her? You see, this match is important to me not just because it’s the next match on the calendar, the first match since I lost my title in LAW...but it’s a chance for me to basically put a 10 minute advertisement of me beating your ass saying “APRIL SONG IS STILL HERE, GUYS.”

Artemis, you’re bigger and stronger, but unfortunately not smarter. And certainly nowhere near as angry. I’m no monster, but my dear, neither are you. You’re just a giant child in a costume...and in a couple of days, your new Mommy is going to tell you to take the costume off, come in the house and get ready for bed.

I’m coming to Odyssey to pick a fight, not just with you or your two Giant Bully friends. I’m ready to pick a fight with the whole damn world. You’re not fighting a songbird, I don’t tweet happily unless I’m drunk as hell on Twitter. You’re fighting a Falcon, a Bird of Prey. The talons are out and I’m about to swoop down and do some serious fucking damage. The worst thing that could have happened to you all happened when I lost my title because every match, every hold, every training session, every opportunity is approached by yours truly with laser sharp focus.

Halloween is a child’s holiday, sweetheart.

Playtime is over. For me. For everyone. And especially you.

Odyssey Promo #1: “Your Empress"

(Word Count: 1,208)

No, no it doesn't.

It doesn't mean that, thank you for asking.

Eris: No, just because I was eliminated in the three team match at Civil War does not mean I'm falling off as a wrestler. And i was a hell of a better representative of Odyssey than Persephone Bane. A big congratulations to Dulce Torres as she represented Odyssey quite well.

But we lost.

Get the fuck over it.

Eris: Frankly the match never mattered to me in the first place. I don't find any strength within the Odyssey brand. I see a bunch of people who, like me, want to see women's wrestling thrive. How can it thrive though when we have someone like Natalie Cage, who slept and ass kissed her way to the top of the food chain. It's fucking pathetic how that person keeps being portrayed as having earned anything. But honestly, I can stew over Natalie Cage as much as I want to. The fact of the matter is she's doomed to sit under the two other champions in Omega Wrestling Alliance. I intend to bring the Odyssey championship out of this era of mediocrity. Into exactly my vision of women's wrestling going forward. Natalie Cage does not give off an air of strength. She gives off an air of nepotism and hedonism. A victim just waiting to be purged under the right circumstances. As soon as I throw you back into that pit of people which you so hated being in, you will understand the hatred I feel, the reason I took my mission on. But even if you don't, I will have achieved my goal. I will rule Odyssey. I am your empress.

But there's a… loose end I must wrap into place first.

Eris: At one point, Diantha. You and I were partners, we tagged together against Azumi Goto and Natalie Cage. We won together. Raised each other's hands afterward. But you've lost sight. You've let your mission of achieving more than your older brother consume your waking moments. You’ve let him get to you anytime he can and it's become pathetic. You must understand that a part of building your own legacy is letting go of these things. Things that you will never be able to do. You see, your career will never be able to live up to your estranged brother's. Even funnier is your constant need for an insurmountable grudge. First against Azumi and now against Carlos. Don't you ever get the feeling that it may stretch you beyond your means? Always having an opponent of your mind while having an opponent of your body? You would think it motivates you to do better. But you haven't achieved much of anything as of yet in your time an OWA. Not for a lack of trying, of course. Merely for a lack of succeeding. I'm sure it isn't fun to disappoint yourself so often but you manage to do it. Why do you still wrestle after all of this? I would think that people like you and Jessica Rose who's career have just been studded with disappointment, would have just went to another company or retired by now. But you're still here, still being outshined by our “bulletproof” champion and all the women on the roster who actually win. I thought I saw something in you Diantha. That's all I'm saying, it seems like what I saw was a flash in the pan, exactly what I beat for the Athena cup. A flavor of the month who can't pick up a win when it truly matters.

All of this only ensures victory

All of this only advances my mission.

Eris: Oh the void, such evil monsters. Such evil people who want the wrestling world to be a better place for women. Obviously this is a lost cause because the fans don't even want to see the empowerment of these women who lace up their boots every night for three-hundred days of every year, who do all of it for the fans. These women who nearly kill themselves in the ring every night merely for the enjoyment of some idiots sitting in an arena or watching a television set. Really it's disheartening that these people, along with the rest of the Odyssey brand, think we're the villains for wanting women to be more powerful. Isn't this what we've always wanted? Well you know what? You have to break a few eggs to make an omelette. If those eggs have to be named Natalie Cage and Diantha Moreau, then fine by me I'll break the eggs. I made rebuilding Odyssey in mine and my sister's image because we actually give a damn about women in this business. It's gotten to the point where there's women in this very company who don't even want to be the women's show. Why is that? Because we just aren't the same caliber of wrestling. But you know what? Like I said, this is why I've taken on my mission. This is why Nyx and Artemis have taken their mission. We're trying to BENEFIT women's wrestling. But you all are ignorant enough to boo us. To portray us as the villains. To stay blind and deaf to our merits. I now have come to the point where all I will accept is subservience. No longer will you all live in peace waiting for the strike of the Void. Either you are with women's wrestling. Either you are here for the betterment of our sport. Of our culture. Of everything we've worked for and bled for. Or you're here against all of those ideals. People like Christie Sky weren't here for our ideals. She was here to spit Evanescence lyrics that she found in their studio’s cutting room floor and prance around on ceremony for the betterment of her own career. A selfish endeavor that led her to cross paths with the death knell for her career which happened to be yours truly. After her loss against me. She went from someone who was one of the hottest rising stars in our business to the same fate as so many of the people who carried that moniker before her. Washed up. Way before the time came that she should have been washed up. Because she wasn't what we thought she was. She was a fraud. Someone who presented herself as an anti-hero. As an edgy counter culture badass who struck quick and with lethal intentions. The buck stopped there and her career fizzled out. We haven't seen her or her blonde skinny friend since. I personally hope she sticks her neck into my ring again so I can teach her the same lesson twice. But in reality, she is a prime example of what I stand against, Diantha was never that. But all the same, she stands opposite me in the ring of warriors. Thus she will be thrown into the void. Where her flaws and shortcomings will be exposed to the world. Where her career will flash before her eyes. From whence she may never return…

Yes… step into the void….

You may never… return.

*The sounds of Eris laughing can be heard as the feed fades to static*

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) October 31st 2019, 9:02 pm by Nyx

Odyssey/Promo No. 1

“The Darkness Within”

It has been a while, hasn’t it? A while since I’ve been given an opportunity to cleanse yet another impure and tainted soul. Indeed, it’s been more than an entire month since I last stepped into the wrestling ring. When Jonetta Stone somehow managed to narrowly escape with a victory, despite the fact that I was in firm control for a large portion of the match. It boggles the mind that someone so completely empty as Jonetta, both mentally and in wrestling ability, was capable of defeating a wrestler of my caliber. While I did completely outclass her in several different categories, I ended up making a few crucial mistakes. Two, to be specific. Firstly, I allowed my temper to get the better of me. Instead of maintaining my composure and concerning myself with nothing other than finishing her off, I became angered at the fact that she refused to stay down, despite all of the punishment that she was taking. As a result, my anger clouded my judgement and allowed Jonetta to take advantage of any further mistakes that I ended up making. Secondly, I completely underestimated her strength. While she isn’t quite as strong as me, her strength was still nothing to sneeze at, and I paid dearly for failing to take it into account. Needless to say, if it weren’t for those aforementioned mistakes, Jonetta wouldn’t have walked out of that ring with a victory. Plain and simple. In fact, I’m not even sure that she would’ve been able to walk out of that ring at all, if I managed to collect my thoughts and focus on the task at hand.

Oh well. What’s happened has happened, no point in continuing to dwell upon it any further than I already have. Besides, I can take a small bit of comfort knowing that Jonetta was unable to defeat Lady Eris. Speaking of her, I’m sure that many people are wondering about Lady Eris’ disinterested performance at Civil War. Why doesn’t she have any sense of “pride” for her own brand? Well, why should she have a sense of pride for Odyssey? The brand where a woman like Natalie Cage can do whatever she pleases, simply because she happens to be romantically involved with the brand’s general manager. The brand where a group of women like The Dollhouse continue to taint the reputation it’s trying to build for itself, with their arrogance and air-headed ignorance, living personifications of everything that’s wrong with women today. It’s either that or they’re nothing more than cookie-cutter, bland, and completely lacking in any distinctive characteristics.

Ah, but you think that you’re different from the rest.

Very different.

Don’t you, Roni?

Well, you’d be absolutely right. There’s something rather unique about you. Isn’t there? A certain “energy” that emanates from you, that I don’t sense from many other wrestlers on Odyssey. You’re passionate, determined, and highly adaptable. Traits that are hard to find on certain wrestlers individually, let alone on the same person. You’re willing to change your outlook completely and reevaluate yourself, both mentally and physically, in order to get the results that you want. You’re dissatisfied and unhappy with your shoddy performance at Civil War. So now you’re hoping to rebound and get a victory over me, you want to prove to everyone that you’re no longer an underdog. You’re tired of being underestimated, of being seen as “inadequate” compared to other wrestlers, and of being seen as nothing more than a third wheel in any match that you’re in. Despite the fact that you’re the OWA Goddesses Champion, you think that you’re not living up to your own potential. Perhaps, you crave something greater than that title? Whatever the case, while I acknowledge this desire of yours, you must understand one simple thing. If you want to achieve something great, then you must become great. You can claim that you’re letting go of all the things that “made” you an underdog, well, that doesn’t mean anything if you don’t prove that you’re not an underdog anymore. You can claim that you’ve let go of the past all that you want, but one doesn’t simply “let go” of such a thing. Nobody is actually capable of doing that. The past is eternal and everlasting, you can do all that you can to block it out and pretend that it doesn’t exist, but you can’t run away from it forever.

I suppose you believe that by defeating me, you’ll have managed to successfully prove yourself as being something greater than the underdog that everyone thinks you are. Yet, you’re the OWA Goddesses Champion. By comparison, what am I to you? Some people think of me as nothing more than Lady Eris’ personal lackey. Some people might have already begun to doubt my capabilities as a wrestler, simply because of Jonetta’s miraculous victory. In some ways, I might be the underdog in this match. Despite the fact that I possess many physical advantages over you. You’ve been here longer than me. You have longevity, an established reputation in OWA. I do not. I think it’s rather funny, you think that you’re the one who has something prove here. In reality, it’s actually quite the opposite. I have everything to prove by beating you. Which I will do. Your passion and determination can only carry you so far, because unless you’ve got all of the necessary skills and abilities that are required to beat me, then you’re not going to win. Period. Your desire to be considered the best and your passion for wrestling isn’t going to help you win anything. I have a desire to be considered the best too. I also have a passion for wrestling. Are you saying that because you have more of a desire or more of a passion, that means you’re going to beat me? That doesn’t have a damn thing to do with anything. I don’t really care if you or anyone wants to win more, that is irrelevant. This is a matter of ability and skill, and I will prove to the whole world that I have plenty of both. My loss against Jonetta was a fluke. Nothing more, nothing less. Don’t expect me to be as careless with you, as I was with her.

My, or rather, our desire to “cleanse” Odyssey is based on one thing. A desire to change it for the better, by any means necessary. The women who run this brand have failed to be our representatives, like they should be. They’re only interested in preserving themselves and maintaining an iron-fisted hold over the rest of us. The women who get the most attention around here, are dominated by their own vanity and cruelty. We’ve taken it upon ourselves to become the change that we seek. To bring the fight to where it needs to be. You might not realize it now, but we’re actually doing women like you a favor. We actually want something better for Odyssey, not something worse. The darkness within me, within us all, for that matter, is often viewed as something that should be feared and avoided. However, like anything else that is widely viewed as being “evil”, in the right hands, it can be used to achieve something great. I have understood this for a very long time. Perhaps after our match, you’ll have come to the same realization that I already have.

Maybe it will allow you to find that extra bit of resolve that you’ll need to beat me.

The next time that we meet, of course.

See you soon.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) October 31st 2019, 6:14 pm by Artemis

::THE SONG BIRD AND THE JACKAL::

(Happy Halloween, mates!)

The scene begins in a wooded area somewhere far from the arena. There were overgrown vines, large bushes and miles upon miles of beautiful trees all around this one small, open area. The Camera zooms in more, showing the flowers still forcing their ways to withstand the cold. As it pans past them, it lands on a beautiful figure with long black hair and her hand gentle touching the petals. A Smile is placed on her lips while her eyes never leaving the flower as she begins to speak her mind.

"It seems I have been placed up against a songbird this week. It is an honor, really...I have heard so many things about this woman. How much will power she has. So very headstrong, always wanting to show The world who she is....and in my eyes, she reminds me of the incredibly naive Icarus. A Greek mythology of a young man that made wax wings and flew too close to the sun...and that is what will happen this week for April Song since she has finally found her wings and is ready to fly. Yes, she's been showing the world that she is as strong as her spirit but she's going to fly too high too fast..."

Artemis shakes her head slowly.

"Do not get me wrong, dear April but you are not as gifted as you claim to be. You might be strong but that is all you are. You believe you are the future of this Company. You believe you are some great deal but in reality...you are nothing but a strong headed old hag destined to fail and deep down I your core, you know it is the truth. Those words have been echoing through the many halls of your mind that I can see it in your eyes that you might start believing it soon....even after all the hard work you put in for the War you were just in against Kingdom and Olympus. Such a pity you fell so hard after attempting to fight but it doesn't matter, does it? You failed. You couldn't stand the flames grew around you and you left sweet Dulce to handle a Woman like Tarah Nova? Even the powers of all the gods could not help Dulce but that is not the point here. The point is, April, is that you did what you do best...you let your brand down. You let the whole women's division down. You claim to have fought with everything in you body but you didn't. You let your wax wings burn into ash and you fell....and for that, April...for that you should be burned alive for your crimes."

Artemis looked down at the grass covered ground her bare feet stood on. For a moment she stayed quiet, her mind wandering through her thoughts like wild stallions racing through fields. Suddenly though, a small laugh left her lips before she looks back up at the camera in front of her.

"You are nothing to me, April. Not a threat. Not a monster hiding in the shadows on this Halloween night. You are nothing but the dirt beneath my feet. Old, dry, useless soil that couldn't even grow the beautifulest flowers. And it makes me laugh that you and I face off this coming weekend fore I am pure youth; a ready born Jackal, trying to make her name known in this world....and I will do just that by pulling you down six feet under this very ground we stand on, April. Your wings will be cut. Your bird beak snapped and the rest of you body left for the earth to feed on. That is what will come of you. Nothing more, nothing less. And with that...the Odyssey Division will be one step closer to the cleansing it deserves. The void will rule, April and the cleansing will bring forth a new era...just you wait, my darling songbird...but till then, we get ready to fight..."

"SO COME FORTH AND WALK INTO THE VOID WITH ME, SONG...IF YOU DARE..."

A wicked smile forms on the lips of The Jackal before the camera begins to fade to black, ending the scene.

THE NEWEST TESTAMENT

BOOK ONE /// SERMON ONE: ON NON-BELIEVERS

*The scene opens up to the ruins of the The White Chapel in Egypt. Jesus Christ sits upon a golden throne in the back while Nico Borg stands at the bottom of the steps, with two hooded figures holding giant torches next to him. Two women sit on either side of Jesus Christ playing oriental music on harps. Nico Borg reaches into his cloak and unveils a book. The camera zooms in on the cover of the book, titled - The Newest Testament. Nico finally begins to speak*

Nico: Behold before you! The Son of God! The Blood of the Lord! The Ultimate Vision of our Creator! The Second Coming of Jesus Christ! Scripture of old has dictated us for far too long. Many men, corrupt in their minds and hearts, have worn the sign of our Lord, and in His name committed many atrocities. Such acts will not go unpunished any longer, now that our Lord has returned to us! Those who read the Bible but denounce the man sitting behind me should burn those very Bibles right now! Blasphemy is a rejection of the Ten Commandments, and a rejection of the Ten Commandments is a rejection of GOD! But Christ is merciful. He blames not you meek fools for your ignorance. He will take the necessary time and put in the necessary effort in order to prove to you all that He is without a doubt the Son of God, the most powerful man alive, one with a mission, one with the vision to change the world and save you all once again just as He did almost two-thousand and twenty years ago! This time, He shall not hang from a Cross… Christ has foregone His notions of self-sacrifice. Those that shall hang are now those that oppose Him. Once He judges that He has left the world no doubt that He is in fact the man He claims to be, Jesus Christ Himself, there will be no more mercy. There will be no forgiveness. This time, Christ will not hang, HIS OPPONENTS WILL!

*Christ stands and raises His arms, mocking the position of hanging on the Cross. Suddenly one of the women playing the harp catches on fire and turns to ash. Nico holds up The Newest Testament to the camera and resumes speaking*

Nico: That is the power of a merciless Christ. Praise be! The teachings of old, the books of old… they mean nothing. What matters now are the new teachings of Christ! His ways shall be recorded, translated to human tongue by myself, in The Newest Testament. And what better of a matter to address in the first of our many scriptures than the kind of man Christ faces this coming Olympus… the worst kind of man. Called an infidel in his own vernacular, to us, he is nothing more than a NONBELIEVER! We refuse to grant you the respect of calling you by your chosen name. To us, you are nothing more than Magall! Former Disciple of Christ! And now, a traitor with Christ’s eyes on your head! Never in the time that I have known Christ have I seen him seethe with this much rage! You are truly a special kind of fool, Magall! Which Christ is He? Which Christ is He?!! HE IS THE ONE AND ONLY!!! THE SON OF GOD!!! THE BLOOD OF THE LORD!!! THE ULTIMATE VISION!!! OF OUR FUCKING CREATOR!!!! HE IS THE SECOND COMING OF JESUS CHRIST!!!!! YOU ARE NOTHING! YOU ARE FILTH! YOU ARE AN IMPOSTER OF AN IMPOSTER! YOU HOLD THE NAME OF OUR RELIGION’S GREATEST ENEMY! Being as that may, let me tell you this, Magall. I know what those of your creed do. Martyrdom. For Jihad. Is that the war you’re waging here, Magall? A battle of ideology? No. It’s not a battle. It will be a SLAUGHTER. You, the lamb, and Christ, the executioner. Me? I am simply the man worthy enough to witness the glory that He brings to this dark and decrepit world. The Newest Testament shall be written in the blood of our enemies, and Magall, you, are simply the first of many.

*Nico closes The Newest Testament and walks up the steps, kneeling before Christ as the one woman continues to shred an incredibly awesome solo on the harp. The sun sets behind the chapel and Christ and Nico fade into the shadows.*

Olympus/Promo No. 1

“Feel the Rage”

[The scene opens to a dimly-lit hotel room, there are several bottles of beer scattered all over the floor. The room appears to be in total disarray, as furniture appears to be overturned and strewn about. The only source of light that can be found in the room is a television screen, which Bull Connors is staring at, unblinking and unmoving...]

“I knew that this would happen.”

“I knew that this day would come.”

“I knew that it would all have to come to an end, but I didn’t think that it would be so soon.”

“I should’ve been mentally prepared for this. I should’ve known that it would have to come crashing down eventually, but… I can’t put into words how much it fucking hurts. Maybe it would’ve been different if I lost the Omega Heavyweight Championship in a proper match. Maybe it would’ve been different if I was ready and able to actually defend myself against Gareth Cason, but I wasn’t. All because of what transpired at Civil War. A cheap shot from some salty-ass bitch who managed to have the least impressive performance out of the three of us, despite the fact that I was the one who ended up taking the goddamn pin! As if I really needed any further confirmation of the fact that Natalie Cage is a complete and utter waste of life. You just couldn’t walk away from the match with even a shred of dignity and honor, could you? You just had to get the last word in, didn’t you? You desperately needed to get a small measure of revenge on me and Aria, because your fragile fucking ego couldn’t stand the thought that you were completely outperformed and outshined by two competitors who you thought were inferior to you. It’s sad that someone who possesses your level of talent also happens to be such a poor, wretched excuse for a human being.”

“Not that you care, I’m sure. You’re probably happy to see that you managed to screw me out of the Omega Heavyweight Championship. After all, someone has to pay for your ego being bruised, right? Fuck off. You constantly act like you’re some hardcore badass, who’s so much better than everybody else. Yet, you constantly need to stroke your own ego and surround yourself with people who are going to praise you. Everything about you is fake, plain and simple. There isn’t a single honest or genuine bone in your whole fucking body. You talk so much, but don’t actually mean a single bit of anything that you say. The fact of the matter is this, underneath all the money and fame that you surround yourself with? You’re the same Natalie Cage from when you were in Wolvesden, still hungry for approval and recognition.”

[Bull reaches for a beer, but finds that it’s completely empty and throws it away...]

“Goddamn, I think I drank the last of my booze. Oh well, enough about that bitch. I guess I should talk about my opponent for this week, huh? Then again, why the fuck should I? I’m the former Omega Heavyweight Champion! Yet here I am, fighting a man who’s the absolute definition of mediocrity here on Olympus. It’s a fucking joke. Why waste my time with this guy? I should be getting a rematch against that fucking snake! The piece of garbage who took my goddamn belt! Nope, I get to fight a guy who’s best-known for being a former OWA Cruiserweight Champion. Really? Gareth Cason didn’t even beat me to win the OHC, but here I am, at the back of the line. It’s a bunch of bullshit.”

“A whole year of work, DOWN THE FUCKING TOILET!”

“I was completely screwed by outside circumstances, but does anyone else raise their voice to complain? Does anyone even give a shit? Apparently, management couldn’t give any less of a fuck, because they’re gonna reward all the members of Team OWA. Which, if you don’t remember, happened to have Gareth Cason as their leader. So not only is this motherfucker going to get away scot-free with what he did, but he’s going to get rewarded? Shouldn’t I be given a rematch against him? I’m trying my absolute damndest to play by the rules and be a better person. I didn’t expect to be rewarded for it, but I sure as fuck didn’t expect to get completely screwed over like this. On top of that, there isn’t much that I can do about this. If management doesn’t give a fuck, if the locker room doesn’t give a fuck, then what am I supposed to do? I’m all alone in this fight. The only people that could help me, can’t help me. Everyone is too worried about themselves to give a fuck about me getting fucked over, or anyone else getting fucked over for that matter. Nobody’s got the goddamn balls to call out injustice when they see it around here, only when they’re the victims of injustice. So what am I supposed to do?”

“There’s only one thing I really can do.”

“There’s only one motherfucker in OWA who can help me, and that’s myself. I’ve started to concern myself too much about other people, what other people have to say or think of me. I’ve started to worry too much about what other people want from me, and not enough about what I want from me. I need to reevaluate my priorities. I think there needs to be a change."

"A big fucking change."

[The scene fades to black, as Bull Connors flashes a sinister grin...]

It’s funny to me...It’s funny because it should be blatantly obvious to everyone with half a brain what is going on. The matchmakers of OWA are scared. They look at Jeff X and see a marketable, relatable face that is for the people and of the people. They know Jeff represents the fat, drunk, unemployed American contingent and they smell money. The reason they’re scared is they know that his days as Spartan’s Champion are numbered. Why? Because the last two times Jeff X and I were in the same vicinity together, I cracked his head open and tasted his blood. It tastes sweet. I could taste his fear and I could taste his knowledge that his championship reign is coming to an end. Jeff has said that every time we faced each other, he’s beaten me, and even I believe that he never thought I was a threat. But now...now he finally understands what he’s up against. And he can say that the only way I’ve come out on top is by attacking him with cheap shots, but it just proves my point that Jeff is an imbecile. He should be looking over his shoulder every single second of his life, and he never does. Really, it’s been far too easy, Jeff. I’ve heard your comments before your match with Udy. I find it surprising that a redneck like you would throw God away like that. Aren’t your people supposed to be Bible thumpers? You talk about all of the evil that is in the world. You have no idea of what true evil really is. You said there is no God and you know what? You’re right. There isn’t. There’s only me. And I’ve done some evil, truly horrible things in my life but it isn’t I who has to pay for sins I’ve committed, no. It’s you. You made an error as a child. You prayed to God...when you should have been praying to me. You should have been praying to me because I’ve been in your soul your entire life. You could have been praying to me to give you some respite in your life, but now...now you have to deal with those consequences.

Let’s look at the facts, shall we? Who is the general manager of Kingdom? Jon McAdams. Who was one of his final opponents before he retired as a wrestler? Me? And who came out on top? I did. McAdams knows what I’m capable of and he doesn’t want to jeopardize the health and well-being of his prestigious Spartans champion. I told Jeff during the Civil War Press Conference that I was officially cashing in my championship opportunity and what happens? Do I get my shot on the next Kingdom? Of course not. Now, I could chalk that up to McAdams not wanting to give that match away on free television, and sure. Jon McAdams isn’t a stupid man so I could see that being what is happening. But...a part of me can’t help that he’s merely delaying the inevitable. He’s afraid, Jeff is afraid and all of OWA is afraid because Reginald Dampshaw III as champion is Phase One of The New Dawn Uprising.

Now instead of a championship match, McAdams books me in a match against one Persephone Bane. Everyone knows my views on wrestling women and women wrestling in general, but at least Persephone has something to offer that the other women in the company don’t. She has an edge. And I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel a sort of...kindred spirit-ship with you. Both of us tried to be something that we were not for too long. Both of us were forced to face the shortcomings in our career and had to make the biggest decision of our lives. Keep living a lie or be baptized within the evil and come out of the flames stronger. But...That’s where the similarities end. There is a grave difference between you and I. There is darkness in you, child. I can sense it, but where there is now darkness, there was once light. There was sweetness and compassion. You see, I was brought into this world void of any of those distractions. Yes, I played the part of the pompous, rich Englishman that everyone saw me as. I fell into the traps and stereotypes that were laid down before me and I played their games. But there was always the lingering evil inside just waiting to come out. You however, you genuinely wanted to make people happy and share your...sunshine radiated off of you. And that is your weakness. You can come out to the ring with your spooky clothes and dark nature, but if you had me lying in the ring, vulnerable and at your mercy, would you have it in you to make that final blow, or would the sunshine stop you short of that? Not that you’ll even get to that point. You see, Ms. Bane, I don’t know why you’re here on Kingdom. I don’t know why you’re back in the ring but I don’t care. You have something, Ms. Bane. You do, but at the end of the day, you’re still just a little girl.

(The camera feed starts up and instead of the usual opening for one of the Dominion’s promos, we simply see Devon Slayton standing outside of the Bankers Life Fieldhouse in Indianapolis, he is dressed in a Boston Red Sox baseball jersey and a pair of blue jeans, a pair of sunglasses resting on his handsome face, but the “Forgotten Son” isn’t smiling)

Devon: You know, a wise man once said that the definition of insanity was doing the exact same fucking thing over and over again and expecting shit to change and at first, I thought it was just cliche'...that was until I was told that once again I have to stand across the ring and look at the vapid face of Diva and that arrogant fucking shit in Danny Dragon yet again.

But right now, you the fans of the Omega Wrestling Alliance are getting one hundred percent pure and unfiltered Devon Alexander Slayton which means that I make no apologies for what the fuck that I’m about to say.

Ever since Olympus came and went, I feel as though I've been locked in cruise control mode for the past month or so. Granted, the Civil War happened and everyone went their separate ways with yet more fucking baggage. Usually, I hold my tongue; I fall in line and compete wherever I need to compete but having to once more stand across the ring from professional wrestling's answer to Monica Rial and promise me when I say that if you open your goddamn mouth one more time before our match this week, I will have no problem hitting you with a lariat so hard that it will allow me to use your empty skull as my own personal latrine en route to victory.

The sole difference between you and Sweet Roxy is that Roxy is like me in that we are both second generation wrestlers, but unlike Roxy who has been given everything...including title shot after title shot after title shot...because of her genetics, you have nothing but the good graces that comes from being a good fucking parrot for Roxy.

Now in your supposedly clever little head, you think that being stuck having to face me in yet another match is some kind of punishment for you because of supposedly great you are or some shit like that?

Seriously, whoever is supplying you with those drugs needs to stop because your dosage is way too fucking high at this point.

I mean honestly, how can I be over-the-moon to compete against somebody as inconsistent as you? Maybe I'm missing something here. What exactly do you bring to the table other then your hairy strap on, your grainy voice that resembles Big Boo on Orange is the New Black with a southern twang and a few empty cans of Bud Light?

Absolutely nothing!

You're a piss-poor excuse for an Alpha who would be better served chasing the tail of Derelict after he's had one too many bowls of Salvation Army soup! But no, instead, you'd rather be swooned by Jonetta's femme yet intriguing masculine aroma and admire her from afar while she drops little passive-aggressive hard-to-get flirtatious hints Roxy's way just to keep your feeble mind guessing?

(Devon reaches up and removes his sunglasses, revealing to the camera the look of how utter serious and anger he is at his current situation)

Devon: Now, I think that I've talked about the Dollar General Barbie knockoff long enough that a certain devious termite might be getting jealous that his pathetically small ego hasn't been stroked by him being acknowledged yet.

Basically, Hello there Donny.

Don't worry, you little shit, I haven't forgotten about you... no matter how hard I may try or chair shots you may slam into my skull.

What is there to say about you that hasn't already been said of a third rate career underachiever that hasn't been said already?

Ah, how about the fact that you can't go two fucking feet without Hans Olsen fucking kissing your ass!! There's something new ain't?

No but seriously if I drank a cold brew for every time some hot-shot fake-tough -guy/gal thought they could get in my face and thrown down tit for tat, I'd be as dead as door nails like Tiberius Jones going to be in Wrestleworld. Danny, how about you follow some "friendly" advice from me for the first time in your entire fucked up career; meet me in the middle of that ring, try and take me out of commission like it's some menial task-because if you can't then I'll rip the fuck vocal chords out of your fucking throat and fucking skip rope with them, so!

I have had it with you supposedly claiming that you’re the better wrestler than me because you and Anderson beat me and Ethan in a single tag team match fucking months ago, Donny...Danny...what the fuck ever.

Did Ethan and I come into the Omega Wrestling Alliance with a certain bit of rep behind us, yes.

Did we come into this promotion with more accolades in three years of being a team than you had in fucking ONE? Yes.

I have been wrestling for eighteen *YEARS*, Danny Boy, that is eighteen *YEARS* of facing off against people that were both better and worse than you period. Eighteen *YEARS* of wrestling everywhere from national guard armories to world famous sporting arenas and not giving two shits about how much I was getting paid because there was always a steady pay day.

Now you wanna throw the shit that you’ve done only *HERE* in my face… you go right the fuck ahead and do it but understand this, Danny Boy;

I don’t *CARE*.

I don’t *CARE* because what I do care about is the present and here in the present, I’m going to hit Diva with a lariat so hard that it will be her squealing like the fucking stuck pig that she is to the ringside area so that I can fucking get my hands on you.

And when I do get my hands on you, Danny Boy, I’m going to make what I did to your boy Anderson seem like child’s play in comparison, because this time is the *LAST* fucking time this match will happen as far as I am concerned because I have bigger goals and plans for my career than be stuck facing the two of you or some combination of the two of you each and every fucking Olympus.

You see while the two of you are so focused on keeping those towers of cat shit your call “egos” in prized check, I’ve been looking at my future and I’m proud to say that neither one of you or the loose collections of dead ends that you call “stablemates” are in them...well, maybe your little piss boy in Hans Olsen, Danny Boy, I still owe him a career ending concussion or two on behalf of my now former partner… but that is neither here nor there at this moment.

So come to Olympus and let us put this farce completely and utterly behind us.

Tick Tock, boys, Tick Tock.

(The feed cuts out abruptly)

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) October 29th 2019, 2:47 pm by **DiVa**

???: BRING HER IN!

(The scene is shown in nothing but black and white as the camera shows a close-up of an unknown Judge’s face. His ugly face shows an angry expression as he looks towards something.

Judge: I SAID BRING HER IN! NOW! NOW! NOOOWWWWW!!!

(The childish and ugly Judge slams his gavel down repeatedly as the camera cuts to the doors to the court that begin to open. Two Officers of the court escort an upset and confused DiVa in)

DiVa: DiVa swears she didn’t do it! DiVa never gets in trouble! She’s a good girl!

Judge: SILENCE!

(DiVa is brought in front of the Judge, who grins while DiVa looks repulsed)

DiVa: You must believe DiVa! She would never--

Judge: I SAID SILENCE! SILENCE IN MY COURTROOM!

(A surprised DiVa looks on as the Judge continues)

Judge: Diamond Valentina Corleone… You have been brought here to my court today for several violations, such as being too cute, too adorable, too talented--

DiVa: But those aren’t bad things!

Judge: SILENCE! With all of these despicable violations and making everyone outside The Dollhouse feel bad and look terrible compared to you, there is only ONE proper way to punish you!

(DiVa looks like she might cry as the Judge continues)

Judge: DiVa… I hereby sentence you to…. FACE DONNY DRAGON--

DiVa: No! No, please! Oh please no!

Judge: AND DEVON SLAYTON!!!

DiVa: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! You can’t do this to DiVa!

Judge: THAT’S RIGHT! YOU AND YOUR DOLLHOUSE FRIENDS WILL BE FACING MEMBERS OF GROUND ZERO AND MAVERICKS INC FOR ETERNITY!!! NOW TAKE HER AWAY FROM MY COURT! MAKE SURE SHE’S PREPARED FOR HER MATCH!

DiVa: PLEASE NO! PLEASE! DIVA DID NOTHING WRONG! DIVA DID NOTHING WRONG!

Judge: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AND NEXT WEEK YOU’LL FACE HANS OLSEN AND ETHAN STRYFE!!! AND THEN YOU’LL FACE JAMES ANDERSON! AND THEN YOU’LL DEVON SLAYTON AGAIN! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!

DiVa: PLEASE NOOOOOOO!!!!!

(DiVa is dragged away from the court, kicking and screaming)

(DiVa suddenly wakes up in her luxurious and pretty Dollhouse bed with a fearful look on her face)

DiVa: Oh my… What a terrible nightmare DiVa just had. Halloween is such a spooky time for DiVa that sometimes she watches too many scary movies and gets bad dreams. Thankfully DiVa doesn’t get cold sweats that would make her look super icky like everyone else who has nightmares. DiVa is so relieved to know that it was all just some wild dream she had and nothing like that could ever happen. There’s just no way that could ever be reality, right? Of course not! DiVa and Roxy and Jonnie have no reason to be wasting their time on the likes of Grind Zorro and Maevereich Inkling! It was just a dream… It was all just a dream… It was like it’s a nightmare that The Dollhouse could never hope to escape either. No matter where we turned, it was always the same people. Always the same “competition”. And no matter how many times The Dollhouse beat them down and emphasized that they’re not good enough to play with The Dollhouse, they just… Kept coming back! Like a slasher movie villain! No matter how many times they’re killed, they just find a way to come back to life! It’s so scary! And just like a slasher movie villain, while the first time they showed up might have been something exciting and new and fun, the following second… or third… or fourth…. Or fifth times… Well, those are usually all so much less creative and draw more of a collective eye roll than anything else! Their sequels just make you think “Wow, these things are STILL going?” and usually it would be because they just make too much money to stop, but that was never the case for the people chasing after The Dollhouse!

(DiVa turns on her lamp next to her bed and takes a sip of very expensive water from her nightstand before she continues)

DiVa: It’s because while they may be the ones who endlessly pursue The Dollhouse like slasher killers, it’s The Dollhouse that’s done all the killing! We’ve taken our butcher knives and hacked away at every ounce of hope that this company has ever had of building some sort of tag team division! We’ve gutted it all like a fish and left it for dead! Look around at all the other tag teams and you’ll see nothing but a super spooky graveyard where so many tried to make a name for themselves, only to become just another victim! It just goes to show you that there’s a very distinct difference between the “survivors”... And the supporting cast who all get killed off to make the survivors look that much better. Because what all of them are when it comes down to it, is nothing more than a bunch of cliches and tokens who don’t add up to real characters. They’re put in the movie as fluff to pad it out and give the killer something to play with until the final act. That’s what they’ve always been to us. So many people run up to DiVa and ask her what she and The Dollhouse should do to help light a fire in the tag team scene to thrive and give themselves better competition and make it into something that everyone wants to be a part of… But why on earth would DiVa want to do that?! Why would The Dollhouse want that? There’s no real competition in the tag team division because The Dollhouse says there shouldn’t be, silly! Why let these little flowers blossom into something when we can just as easily nip them in the bud and stomp out any chance they ever had of being something of value?! The Dollhouse have risen far above what this pathetic tag team division has ever had to offer, but we keep having to entertain the notion that there’s some life still left in it! Wrong! Wrongy, wrong, wrong, wrongerson! You’re being fooled! The tag team division was killed and it was buried, and all you’re seeing now is just the zombified corpse of what it once was! That’s all! Nothing more! Don’t worry your little head about any of it! Don’t concern yourselves with this company’s nonexistent tag team division! The Dollhouse will move on to bigger and better things, and they’ll continue to dominate and do what they do best! And you’ll look on and have no choice but to watch as everyone else becomes a victim! One by one! All getting killed off! All dead! All buried and gone! Until the final girls are left! The Dollhouse! But wait! There’s more! Here’s the twist! The Dollhouse aren’t JUST the final girls… They’re the killers too! Dun, dun, dunnnn!

(DiVa celebrates her elaborate twist ending as she gets up on her bed)

DiVa: Wasn’t that such a great scary story?! DiVa hopes you enjoyed it! DiVa LOVES Halloween! And thankfully she can enjoy it in peace without having to worry about ever having to deal with those zombies that just won’t leave The Dollhouse alone, no matter how many times they lose! It’s time for DiVa to prepare for the day!

(DiVa jumps off her bed and runs to her big walk-in closet. She quickly opens the door, only to be greeted by the ugly Judge waiting in her closet)

Judge: MORE LIKE TIME TO GET PREPARED FOR YOUR MATCH WITH DEVON SLAYTON AND DONNY DRAGON THIS FRIDAY ON OLYMPUS! YOU’LL NEVER ESCAPE THIS NIGHTMARE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

(DiVa screams as the camera cuts to black)

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) October 27th 2019, 7:01 am by Karina-Ann

This was it a fresh start for Karina-Ann in a company she hopes will treat her with a far greater respect than her former company ever did. In fact Karina knew they will because a lot of the talent here also came from that old company after they were treated badly. This made Karina happy that she had decided to continue to pursue wrestling and not let her last year of hard work training and perfecting her in-ring skills go to waste.

"Ah a fresh start in a company that might actually give a shit, in fact I know they will seeing as most of them are from that shocking excuse of a company too. You know I was there for a year and starting out there was great I was having a blast the last few months however they cared less and less about me. But then that's no surprise there's a champion there that they are keeping a title on just to make them stay... I mean how sad and pathetic is that. I had my share of title shots over there tag team ones that is and even after I beat there women's champion did I get a title shot...Nope wasn't even acknowledged for it hardly. And my last ever match there was a title match afterwards my tag partner and I were just kicked to the curb just like that without a second thought. I am so glad to be done with that company, this company is a million times better all ready and I've only been here for a short while."

"Now I am in a company that'll give a shit I have a match an one on one match at that, hardly had those in the old company a match against Llorona...Now I know very little about this girl however having spoke to a few in the lockeroom apparently she's a well travelled performer but from what I've heard she doesn't have a great track record when it comes to winning matches. So a veteran she may be but if that is true then going up against her should be an easy win for me. Llorona if you ever happen to catch this, you best be prepared to have your head kicked off your head, you may have more in-ring experience and more years in the ring that mean, but one thing you should know is that my long legs are my most deadly weapon in the ring and you'll come to find that out the hard way when I beat you using these said legs. I mean when am I going to get some real competition...I get it this company is testing me out I get it. I am sure however that this company will give me a challenge next time around, unlike my old one. So there's a lot for me to look forward too."

Karina-Ann now moves the camera closer to her and then smirks.

"I saw the last big event that this company threw I mean I was there after all backstage and you know I was scouting the other girls in the lockeroom and I gotta say that I am looking forward to stepping into the ring with many of these girls but those titles need a new home and that new home will be around my waist. I didn't come here to be overlooked I came here to beat the best and be the best, that's exactly what I plan to do, so Llorona you best bring it your best shot because I will show the OWA universe exactly what Karina-Ann is about, she the OWA universe that I am the real deal, that I am here to stay and be the very best."

"Now this message may have been short and sweet but I hope that It has left you with a lasting impression of who I am as a person and who I am as a competitor, so Llorona be prepared for the fight of your life on Odyssey."

Karina then pushes the camera back away and heads off down the corridor of the arena that she was at.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) October 23rd 2019, 8:11 pm by Guest

Goodbye...

Civil War is gone, and Jeff won just as he said he would. I was forced to say goodbye. I had to go back and rethink everything about myself. I had to live and learn from every bullshit fable that I was told about. I had to realize they were just that a fable...a tall tale you tell children! Tales that often end with the hero accomplishing their goal and being fucking paraded and showered! The more I kept thinking about those fables, the more I thought of my match at Civil War, and I began wondering how to move on! How to move forward and forget the past, and I realized how. I had to let everything go. I had to let go of my past, let go of my pain, let go of my disappointment...I had to let go of my hopes and dreams most importantly. I laid out all of my feelings, hopes, and dreams all out on the table and what did it get me? Nothing. Abso-fucking-ulty nothing. A line was drawn and I stepped over it and was willing to take on Jeff and Layne with all of my pride, but look what happened. Look at what the fuck happened! I came up fucking short, and it cost me! It...cost me...it cost me my pride, my hopes, and my dreams.

I watched Jeff get his hand raised and when I left the ring and sat in the back thinking of everything. I saw the sun setting on myself. As the hours passed backstage I began realizing how hope can be fatal and can hinder you. I didn’t think about it until I looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn’t sure if I was able to let it all go and move forward, but I knew I had to. I had to in order to reach my full fucking potential! I had to if I ever want to reach the fucking top! I fucking had to in order to give myself some fucking relief! I fucking had to so that I can cast out every little fucking thing that made me the fucking underdog! I had to cast the fire that burned inside of me and let in the cold that overtook me inside as it is the only thing that can help me.

Misery has always been there for me. It was always there. It was always fucking there! Just laying underneath everything, and waiting for moments to strike! Waiting to haunt me...just waiting to kill everything I have ever hoped for and everything I have dreamed of! That is all dead and fucking gone, and what is fucking done is fucking done! I am letting go of everything that held me down. I am letting go of the past, my pride, my hopes, my dreams, and everything else that held me down! I am letting go of being the fucking underdog once and for all! I am letting go...So goodbye agony. Goodbye, misery. Goodbye to being just a tear in a river. Goodbye to every little fucking thing that I held close before. Just goodbye.

Nyx...we have a match on Odyssey and I can not wait for it. Let’s face it you have almost every single fucking advantage against me there could be, but that doesn’t matter. You know why? I will tell because when we faceoff I will show that I am no longer the god damn underdog like before. I will show that you can be taller than me, weigh more than me, have better skills than me, but none of it will matter one bit. As I said, you have almost every advantage against me, except for passion and determination. Those alone are all I need. You know why because my life is now devoted to wrestling and with my passion to give it my all no matter the cost and my determination to be the best...well that is a deadly combination. Though, I guess some could say you and your Greek mythology loving friends do have passion and determination. All of you have the passion of Greek mythology and are determined to “cleanse” Odyssey whatever that may entail or even mean. Though there is a flaw in it. If you do manage to cleanse all of Odyssey then what? What would you do then? That is why I said you almost have everything against me, but you don’t. I hope that you, Nyx, will be prepared and ready as I know I will be prepared and ready. I will show what I have become and most importantly I can move forward. Goodbye...

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) October 22nd 2019, 8:48 am by **The Udy**

(Udy is sitting in a dark room and has his steam punk wolf mask on)

Hello Jeff!

(Udy chuckles and removes his mask revealing a Joker themed face paint)

Don’t you love a little bit of fun? And what’s better fun than a clown? Just see what the Clown Prince does in the film. Joaquin Phoenix as Arthur Fleck and his slow transformation into Joker is sinisterly inspiring. Its weirdly comforting to see the man slowly accepting the insanity, the anarchy and coming up on top of it!

(Udy looks around a bit)

But that’s not the point here. Is it? The point here is why am I dressed like the frigging Joker? Well it’s because I am obsessed with that madness. I am obsessed with the chaos. Just like I am obsessed with proving day in and day out that I am no pushover that Jeff X expects.

(Chuckles suddenly)

Jeff X, your name sounds like a name of a porn star, doesn’t it? And then you sound like a fucking broken record when you try to prove your worth. It’s the worse possible combo man. A porn star with a bad voice!

(Laughs)

But the truth is Jeff, you are weakest Spartan Champion in the history of the company. No body gives two fucks about you Jeff. And you call me irrelevant? That’s the fucking irony. Remember when Miltiades revealed you to be unworthy? Remember the self doubt that crept in inside the crevices of your very soul? How did it feel? Can you imagine the level of self doubt and misery you will face when I beat you just before you face Dampshaw?

Jeff while you strut around calling yourself “best damn champion in OWA”, in reality your only claim to relevancy is that title across your waist whose legacy you are tarnishing with every second. That title deserves a better champion Jeff. May be Dampshaw will beat you and that’s what you deserve. But that will be after I take you to a hell with a one way ticket this Kingdom.

(Udy cranks his neck)

You are not really concentrating on the peril that stares at you Jeff. You are so absorbed in your one sided feud with Dampshaw that you are bound to lose that you are blind to the slowly approaching anarchic fire that will burn you down man. You say I don’t deserve a place in the roster but I do. I deserve more than a place. I deserve to beat the crap out of you which I will this Kingdom. You should know better Jeff. Every match I have had here has been epics where , I win or lose, I take people to their breaking points. And what about “The Monster” Oparta and “The God” Allesandro Devione? I slayed a monster and I kept my promise when I said “Gods do fall”. You will be no different Jeff X.

(Udy stands up and plays an invisible violin)

Can you hear the music Jeff? Can you hear the death knells? Can the hear the ravens calling the grim reaper? Can you feel the cold soil? The maggots biting into your skin? As you slowly disintrigate?

(Udy smiles and stops fooling around)

Man I love the Joker. But then every word I said are truth. For I am that reaper Jeff. You talk about like it was easy when you faced me at the four-way at Boiling Point. Ask yourself and be true. And the answer will be that Udy was the hardest one to keep down. And you needed two other better and able men to help you. But this time Jeff, its only you and me.

(Udy starts laughing as suddenly The Infernal Beast’s face are reflected over his)

Don’t go there Jeff. Don’t go down the dark alley that you won’t be able to crawl out of! Don’t transverse into that dark maze of IT.

(Udy is back to normal self now and starts laughing)

You seat on your arse Jeff, sipping a beer, all banged up and bruised and then go on to say that you will take me out of commission and you think I shall be afraid? Really? Because I am the hardest working son of a gun here man. You also say the reason I was not in the card at Civil War was because I was a no-body? You are right Jeff X. I am THE no-body. I am someone you will never understand. I am THE only reality man. I am THE unknown. And this won’t be a match where you walk in smiling and leave without a sweat.

(Udy seats down again)

This will be a match where you will leave on your back, on a stretcher. Looking up at the sky, staring at the stars. The eyes of the end game staring back as your story of journey to oblivion begins with me and ends with you losing that gold very soon. Because if you somehow win against RDIII, be assured, I will be waiting for you at the other end.

(Udy starts to shake as he laughs manically)

Jeff oh Jeff! I hope you bring that aggression you are predicting because if you don’t your fate won’t be any different from Devione. It wont be any different as your face will be bloodied, smashed to the ground and end with the Chaotic Peace of my knee kicking your head out of your spine. Till then…

(Udy stands and stretches)

Till then Jeff drink your beer, play with those tits and smoke those Marlboro Reds because they may be your very last..

(The lights suddenly go out as flashes of Udy’s Joker painted face and the Infernal Beast’s demonic face appear interchanging in rapid succession in a red and blue flash lights. Udy is heard laughing)

Good bye Jeff!

(Everything goes black and static)

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) October 22nd 2019, 6:59 am by Jake Keeton

Hey, Trent.

Yeah, you. The one who either stole his name from Super Street Fighter 2, or had parents that played the game religiously and decided that, for some reason, the name ‘Trent’ went super well with the name ‘Hawk’.

I’ve got some advice for you, my friend.

You see, it’s been some time since I put any effort in. My last few matches have been, well, disappointing to say the least. I guess you could say that I’ve been phoning it in for some time now. I’ll turn up, run around the ring a little bit, take my pay cheque and go home. Most people think I’m going home to drink copious amounts of beer, but truth be told, I’ve just bought a Nintendo Switch so that’s been taking up most of my time and money. Who knew a game like ‘Stardew Valley’ could be such a time sink?

Anyway, I digress. It took me some time here in OWA to realise a few things. I realised quickly that, yes, there are some quality wrestlers here. I also realised quickly that, overall, OWA is up there with the best. You can’t really deny that. The shows they put on, especially come PPV time, are tremendous.

But what took me some time to realise is that, in between those PPV’s, everything seems to be… worthless. I mean, look back through some of my matches during my run here so far, if you feel you’ve got the time. How often has anyone seen a title here change hands on a TV show? It doesn’t happen often, if at all. So when I see myself given a title shot on TV… I phone it in. Why waste my time? All that’s happening is that I’m being fed to those above me to make them look good. I could put in time at the gym, work out in the ring, get myself in peak condition… only to fall short. Why do that when I could be at home, playing ‘Mario Maker 2’ and just collecting my cheques until the bouts really matter?

And that’s where you come in. This week we have the classic match - the returning hero against the bloke who has been giving minimal effort. I could comment on your looks, your age, you in ring ability… but I’d be lying if I said I took any interest whatsoever. What we have here is an opportunity for OWA to suck you in. They’ll get in your ear and say:

‘Hey, big boy, it’s good to have you back. We think you have a future. We’ll give you this match against the veteran and you can make him look second rate, while you’ll look a million bucks… wink wink, nudge nudge…:

Then you’ll go out there, win the match and walk out of that ring with a smile on your face and your hand raised. Out the back they’ll pat you on the back, shake your hand and talk about the wonderful future you’ve got ahead of you and that maybe, just maybe, you’ll hang around this time.

And then they’ve got you right where they want you. In the months to come, they’ll give you a few more of those easy matches to hook you in. And then, only then, will the tide begin to turn. Before you know it that next PPV is just around the corner and those above you will decide that it’s time to get in the ring. They’ll decide that they need a win or two to remind the fans, who have long forgotten, why they hold a briefcase or have a title around their waist. It’s then, and only then, that they’ll get back in your ear.

“Hey man, just this week we need you to take the L. Our guy needs to look good, but don’t fret, we still think you’re gonna be big. Just wait a few more weeks and we’ll get you back on the winners list…”

But that win never comes. It will be there, constantly just out of your reach. They might give you a title shot on a weekly show to keep you interested, but in the end, it’s all for nought.

How do I know this? Because it happened to me, big fella. That’s how they roll in OWA.

Here is where I come in. I’m feeling a little… prickly… this week. I must admit that my contribution to OWA of late has been nothing more than getting here on time, taking my pay and heading off home again. Take two weeks ago for example. I had a match with my old mate Derelict and I still don’t even know what the stipulation was. I’m sure he put up the same old shit he does every week, but I didn’t hear a word. Why would I bother? Title matches before a PPV? You’re having a laugh. I could have gotten in there and really had a crack but, really, what’s the point? Why waste my energy? That title ‘aint changing hands on a Friday night. I know it, the powers that be know it and now you know it. Or maybe you already did, which is why you left in the first place. What am I going to do - hit the gym, give my interviews and care? Nah.

But week after week, they still book me. They still put me out there under the lights to take that big L and take it to the bank. I haven’t quite worked out if it’s because they know that I won’t complain or if it’s because the roster is a little thin and that they really don’t have anyone else, but for reasons still to be determined, Jake Keeton is still here.

And you need to know that this week, Olympus will be different. I might have spent the better part of a couple of months not giving two shits about the outcome of any match I’ve been booked in, but change can be a good thing. I don’t actually feel like phoning it in this week. Maybe it’s because I just can’t be fucked giving someone like you an easy victory, and giving those who hired you again the satisfaction of handing you a first up win over someone they might have already given up on. Or maybe it’s just because I’m a bastard who picks and chooses when he tries and you’ve lucked out this time around.

Make no mistake though, Hawky. I’ll be turning up next Friday with every intention of clipping your wings. I’ll be the M. Bison to your T. Hawk.

And when they thrust that microphone in front of your face to get your thoughts on your very first match here in OWA, please, for the love of Christ, put some effort in. Don’t go for the standard shit like:

“Jake’s a stinky alcoholic, Jake’s an old man, Jake you’re talking shit again…”

I mean, let’s get real here, Trent. Your opinion doesn’t mean shit to me. You’ll need to get creative to pique my interest and, for some reason that escapes me, I just don’t think you’ll have it in you.

And if I get that tap on the shoulder to say

“Hey Jake, you’re a prick but it’s good to see you invested again. Take that W and run, son…” , well, I’ll be just as surprised as you are. Why? Because seeing someone come back makes people feel good, and they’ll want to put you over me. So let’s call this a test, shall we. I’m throwing it out to you, Hawky. Let me see what you got.

Who knows… maybe if they give me the nod, I can reacquaint myself with Derelict for the 47th time. Or, hang on, maybe I can get another crack at Cason. I tell ya, that bloke almost puts in as little effort as I do sometimes. I think he might be on one of the other brands from memory, but I’m not sure how cut and dry those rules are. Nah, wait a second… maybe I can have a crack at that fat prick, Maggall. Is he even still here? I can recall taking an L for him for a PPV to make him look strong, and now he seems to have disappeared off the face of the Earth, which is hard to do. Or perhaps I can have another crack at Harmadndond Adelendidnd. You know, he’s the fella who loves to bend his mother over so they can produce as many of their brood as possible so they can put them to work the moment they can walk. I heard he was a fucking failure at the PPV but we already knew that would be the case.

Regardless, I’ve hung around here too long. I think I’ve made my point. This week, on Olympus, I’ll be ready. Let’s see how this goes. Do they hand you a welcome back win on a platter, or do they look me in the eye on tell me that I’m getting the recognition that I’ve been due for a long time.

The experiment, Trent, is on.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) October 21st 2019, 11:24 pm by **Jeff X**

God’s Dead...And So Are You

Askin, North Carolina

10/21/2019

The scene opens up to the sanctuary of a small church. Sunlight seeps in through the many stained glass windows that line the walls. Rows of wooden pues with red cushions lead up to the small stage where the choir would perform and the podium that the preacher normally stands at. Considering that it’s a Monday, the church is deserted...mostly. One man sits in the second pue, hunched over with his arms resting on the pue in front of him, just staring up at the large painting of Jesus Christ hanging from a cross before him. That man is none other than OWA Spartans Champion, Jeff X. He’s dressed in a plain black t-shirt, a blue pair of Levi’s jeans, work boots, his signature camouflage Realtree hat, and a pair of dog-tags that hang from the chain around his neck. His facial hair is a bit longer than usual and there are stitches plainly visible on his forehead - presumably from the brutal attack he suffered at the hands of Reginald Dampshaw III during Saturday night’s Civil War press conference. Unsurprisingly, he holds a bottle of Bud Light in his right hand, which he presses against his lips as he takes a long swig from the bottle.

“You know, when I was a kid...I was brought up going to a church just like this one. My mother would bring me every Sunday to learn about Christianity. I had to read the Bible, listen to the preacher, sing the songs...the whole nine yards. And, naturally...I hated it. I mean, I was a kid. What child wants to spend their Sundays sitting still in a crowded room and listening to some old guy read from a book for an hour? But nevertheless...I still bought into it. Even though I dreaded having to go every week...I still knew that God was real. I was more than happy to open up my heart and become saved so that one day, I could spend eternity living in paradise in heaven with all of my loved ones who had passed away. I remember being ten years old and holding my breath as the pastor dipped me in the water to wash away my sins on the day that I was baptized. I was indeed a proud Christian.”

Jeff reaches into his pocket and pulls out his pack of Marlboro Reds, lighting one up - clearly not caring about the fact that he’s inside of a church right now.

“But...I was a child. I fucking naive, stupid little child. As I got older and saw just how cruel the world really is...it became painfully obvious to me that there was no God. And if there is, then he’s a fucking dick for allowing the things that happen on this Earth to take place. Rape, child abductions, terrorist attacks, murder...the world is full of cruel acts that take place every day. As I became more and more aware of the things going on in the world arouns me...I stopped believing in the fairy tale that is religion. I grew up.”

Jeff breathes a cloud of smoke directly towards the picture of Jesus and shakes his head as he takes another sip from his bottle.

“And I know what you’re probably wondering...why am I telling you all this? What does any of that have to do with OWA? Well I’m telling you all...mainly because I want Dampshaw to know. I want him to realize that there is no God. There is no Jesus. There is no Messiah. There is nobody to save him from the sins that he has committed. Twice now he’s attacked me and left me lying on the ground, bleeding. He’s gotten away with it up until now because I have been a little preoccupied with proving that I am the best damn champion in OWA, regardless of brand. But that’s over now. I cast Roni Ozborn and Layne Kurobane aside at Civil War, and Dampshaw...you wanted my attention? Well now you have it. You claim you’re finally ready to cash in that Spartans title shot? Good. I fucking welcome it. Because when you’re actually staring across the ring from me one on one, instead of jumping me from behind...there will be NOONBODY to help you. No amount of praying will do you any good. I am going to physically, mentally, and emotionally break you down piece by piece. So make my fucking day Dampshaw...cash in that opportunity. Let me know exactly the time and place so that I know when justice willserved...but until then...I’ll have to settle with taking my aggressions out on someone else...Udy.”

Jeff rolls his eyes and lets out a small laugh as he has himself another drink.

“Are we fucking serious right now? Fucking Udy? Kenny Drake nearly fucking killed a man last night and he gets rewarded with a number one contenders match? When I did that, I got thrown in prison. Carlos Rosso failed to earn Kingdom a win Saturday night and yet he also finds himself in that very same number one contenders match. And me? I fucking defeated my opponents and gave Kingdom the lead right from the jump and what do I get in return? Attacked by Dampshaw and a match against fucking UDY?! You have got to be fucking kidding me right now.”

Jeff takes one more drag from the cigarette before putting it out right on the cushion of the pue. He closes his eyes and attempts to calm himself down.

“You know what? It doesn’t matter. I am going to focus solely on controlling the things that I can control and I’m going to continue to do exactly what I’ve done since I arrived here on Kingdom...win. And Udy? Well he’s likewise going to do exactly what he’s done since the moment he arrived here...fucking lose. Because make no mistake about it Udy...you are nothing but a fucking loser. Don’t let that lone win against that illiterate moron Allesandro Devione fool you...you are literally nothing more than a god-damn loser. You always have been and you always will be. Why do you think that while the rest of us were busy spending the weekend fighting for our brand and performing for the fans...you were busy selling coasters with my face on them and handing out sticker-tattoos like a cheap Wal-Mart version of Benny the Bull? It’s because that’s the only thing McAdams could trust you to do. There’s no place for you on this roster as a competitor Udy. You’ve proven that time after time as you’ve continued to do nothing but show the world how truly fucking pathetic you really are. And I’m not saying any of this to be mean Udy. I’m not saying it to intimidate you. And I’m not saying it because I’m a professional wrestler and it’s a part of our jobs to say shit like this about our opponents...no Udy, that’s not why. I’m saying it because it’s the truth and you need to know. Somebody should have informed you of it a long time ago. Udy...just go home. Spare yourself from the constant humiliation you endure week after week. Spare yourself from continuing to be the laughing stock of the Kingdom brand. And spare yourself from the CTE that you’re bound to have in the future after getting your head kicked in every other week for your entire career...Lord knows you don’t need any MORE brain damage than you already have. Spare yourself...and just...go...home.”

Jeff takes another swig as he leans back in the pue. He turns his head to stare at the large stained glass window next to him. It shines with different shades of yellow, blue, and red and there’s a large cross painted onto it.

“That would be the smart thing for you to do...but let’s face it...you’ve never been very bright, have you Udy? No, I have no doubt that you’re going to show up to Detroit in two weeks and stroll out to that ring just as confident as ever...completely oblivious to the fact that you’re the worst fucking wrestler on the roster. You know that you’re the underdog but you truly will believe that THIS time things will be different. That THIS time some miracle will occur and allow you to shock the world by upsetting the Spartans Champion...but Udy...miracles don’t exist. As I stated earlier, there is no God...there is no divine being that’s going to help you achieve your goals. There is only me...and you. And you Udy...you will never...and I mean NEVER be able to compete with me. I already proved that back at Boiling Point when you somehow managed to weasel your way into that Fatal Four Way Match. Hell, I had been preparing for a completely different opponent for weeks and yet I still nearly broke your sorry ass in half and...despite their being TWO other opponents in that match who are actually credible threats and at least someone relevant in this business...I STILL walked out with the Spartans title wrapped firmly around my waist..the exact same place it sits today. I remember that Fatal Four Match well Udy...and I know you do too. I remember how easy it was to snatch your mangled carcass off of the mat and flip you over, driving you into a mangled heap of steel chairs. I remember how pleasant it felt covering you as you leaked blood all over the ring while the referee counted to three. On second thought Udy...maybe you don’t remember much about that night. I mean...after all...you were unconscious for quite a bit of it. So what I want you to do, Udy, is turn on the OWA Network...scroll on over to Boiling Point 2019 and watch that match over again. Watch the life leave your body as I hit that Southern Mayhem on you. See the red stains that you left all over the mat. Watch how simple it was for me to do all that...and know that I was in a good mood at that point in time. But right now? Right now Udy...I’m fucking pissed. And not at you...don’t get me wrong. But unfortunately for you...you are going to be the one that has to pay for it. Because until I can wrap my hands around Dampshaw’s throat and squeeze the life right out of that psychotic little fuck...until I can do that...I’m going to have to instead take my aggression out on every single little fuck that steps into the ring with me between now and then...and that starts with you Udy”

Jeff tilts the bottle up high as he downs the last of the amber liquid inside of it and he rises to his feet.

“And as for you Dampshaw...since there is no God to dish out punishments...I will have to be the one to make you pay for the sins that you have committed. But in the meantime, I want you to watch my match this week very closely. I want you to see the look in Udy’s eyes as the blood trickles down his forehead and he cries out for mercy...and I want you to see the look in my eyes as I refuse to give him that mercy. And I want you to know...that sooner rather than later...that will be you. God bless.”

With that Jeff spins around and hurls the empty bottle right into the glass window pane causing the entire thing to shatter into a million tiny pieces.

[Fade to Black]

We sit at the table of greats, there on the home of the Gods! Yes! MOUNT OLYMPUS!

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On this glorious mount, there will a festivity that will end with Jesus vs Muhammad, to decide the greatest interpretation of God! White Man's God or Allah?

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: Why am I not in this contest?!

Shut up Zeus! Even the infidels of OWA do not give tribute to you after stealing your home's name! Get out of here! Vamoose, and take all your brothers and sisters with you, Greek heretic!

Except you, Aphrodite. You can stay, I hear you need employment now anyways.

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: I promise, I'll get my five daily prayers in by 11:59 PM each day! I won't mess up this time!

Yes, yes, just remember how PAWG do prayers, as I told you. I wouldn't want to have to tell Ariya Jahson on you!

Now as for Jesus..Which Jesus am I facing? No, no, not the white Jesus, brown Jesus, sound cloud Jesus, or black Jesus like I asked last time. I'm more curious if I'm facing communist "It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God." or the American capitalist Jesus that loves guns and preaches the prosperity gospel?

Let alone the questions about judging others or letting men lie with men as they do women. But that is the point. It doesn't matter what Jesus you are, for Jesus and his multiple religions are nebulous.

You, like your followers, are weak. They do not follow any true faith, they just listen to what society tells them, and work backwards reading the bible to find anything that justifies what they do. Some give credit to your religion for being able to "evolve", even going as far as to believe in evolution after being yelled at enough by non believers, but all it is to me is bending to the masses. Islam does no such thing! Islam is Islam, it does not "evolve", it is forever pure. It is good that you are a forgettable prophet in Islam, to the point many ignorant think you are not even part of my religion, for what kind of prophet would allow the masses to think their society gets to decide what is and what is not needed to be followed when it is the word of Allah?!

A picture says enough.

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Now hit my music!

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) October 17th 2019, 11:59 pm by **Nas**

"The God Crumbles, The Man is Reborn"

(And yes I go well above the promo limit. It was approved by Oasis so fuck off nerds. Enjoy the story being told.)

[[The scene opens up to CM Nas sitting on a throne, wearing a fancy cloak and crown as well as carrying a scepter. He’s looking down upon a bunch of men in CM Nas, Kingdom, and OWA T-Shirts. He appears to have a rather dull and disinterested facial expression.]]

“C! M! NAS! C! M! NAS! C! M! NAS! C! M! NAS! C! M! NAS! C! M! NAS! C! M! NAS!”

CM Nas: Long ago when I first entered this industry. It was all a dream as was famously said back in the day. And the dream was very alive, omnipresent throughout myself and every action I committed in my adult life. And what was that dream? Well, it was very simple. It was to simply become the absolute BEST this industry has ever seen!

[[Nas gives a small smile, rather warm and comforting. But it quickly disappears for his former bland stare.]]

Have I done that? Well I’d like to think I managed to achieve that status for a bit. And even to this day I’d argue it’s undeniable that I am one of the best still. Well. There are those out there who would argue, even if it is an unpopular opinion. Throughout all of my phases, Nas has always had one thing be commonplace. The will to never turn back on your dreams and refusal to be deterred by any naysayer. Any negative opinion I just push to the side and keep it moving, hoping that my actions would speak much louder than my words and prove any and everyone wrong! I live to inspire all of those around me to chase their dreams and aspirations just as I did. To never accept defeat simply because the odds seem impossible and someone told you that you can’t do it. To conquer any and all who oppose me in my pursuits of my ambitions. Conquer huh? Like the Conquering Messiah...CM.

[[Once more Nas shows passion as he speaks, there’s life in his words...until he utters the words ‘Conquering Messiah’.]]

That name though. C M Nas as they say. It’s a name that commands respect seemingly. It’s a name that evokes power when you utter it around weak willed individuals. A name that makes other grown men shake in their boots in fear. Or at least, at a certain time it seemed to. For you see CM Nas was born not necessarily through my triumph over Nico Borg as I claim it to be. But was crafted by me when we started up OWA and SSW and I felt like I needed a change of pace. A fresh coat of paint. But to put it simply...I am a moron.

[[Frustration begins to show on Nas’ face. Self Frustration to be specific.]]

An IDIOT for believing such a thing! I was swayed by others to change my persona out of spite to others. I was persuaded into joining a dark organization. To turning my back on all of my beliefs. Everything I previously stood for. And I told myself that everything was still right. Due to the supposed purpose of what I was fighting for. And let me set the record straight for each and every single one of you. I HATED MY TIME AS THE OWA OMEGA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! I KNOW WHAT IT WAS FOR! BUT I DID NOT HOLD THE TITLE FOR ME, AND IT SHOWS! IT’S QUITE BLATANT EVERYTHING I’VE DONE IN OWA SO FAR HAS NOT BEEN FOR ME! IT’S BEEN FOR THE ‘GREATER GOOD’! IT HAS BEEN TO HELP FURTHER PROGRESS THE INDUSTRY INTO THE NEXT GENERATION! And I know exactly what you’re thinking. ‘Well Nas, what’s wrong with that?!’ The PROBLEM IS...I went back on every word and every promise I made as a young man! Before I became the Answers World Champion then Omega Heavyweight Champion in 2018, my promise was that I was going to be different from those who came before me! I was going to be a world champion who would be a beacon of hope for new talents! I would give every young man who showed promise and was deserving of a big time shot at me the opportunity to showcase their abilities in front of the entire world! I wanted to usher in the era of the BEST WRESTLERS ALIVE!

[[CM Nas throws down his scepter as you can see tears flowing from his face.]]

CM NAS IS A FAILURE! I AM A FAILURE! I DIDN’T DELIVER ON ANY PROMISE I MADE AS A YOUNG MAN! I’M IN THE PRIME OF MY LIFE, YET I FEEL LIKE A BATTERED OLD MAN FROM STRESS! AND I HAVE NO ONE ELSE BUT MYSELF TO BLAME FOR MY OWN SHORTCOMINGS! I FAILED TO BE ABLE TO PROPERLY HANDLE MY TITLE REIGN AS I STATED IT ALWAYS WOULD BE! I ONLY DEFENDED THE BELT FOUR TIMES! AND I DIDN’T GET TO SHOWCASE ANY OF THE PROMISING YOUNG MEN I DESIRED TO TRULY!

[[CM Nas grabs the crown off of his head and chucks it against the wall.]]

I COULDN’T BALANCE BEING A CHAMPION AND TOP CONSISTENT PERFORMER WITH MANAGING A BRAND BY MYSELF! JACOB SENN BEFORE ME WAS ABLE TO DO THAT AND MORE! SCOTT OASIS COULD DO IT! ARIA JAXON IS DOING IT NOW! STEPHANIE MATSUDA DID IT BEFORE AS WELL! AND SO MANY OTHERS! DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE LIKES OF ROBBIE V! BUT ME?! I FAILED….I THOUGHT I WAS DONE WITH THIS! I THOUGHT ME ASCENDING TO THE TOP FINALLY, YEARS AFTER MANY OF MY PEERS DID AND SNATCHING THAT BRASS RING FOR MYSELF! I THOUGHT THAT WAS THE END OF MY STRUGGLES! THE END OF MY HEARTBREAK! THE END OF MY SUFFERING!

[[CM Nas falls to the ground and curls into a ball weeping. He pushes all of the men around him away.]]

I’M SUPPOSED TO BE STRONG! I’M SUPPOSED TO BE A SOLID ROCK THAT OTHERS COULD DEPEND ON! THAT ANYONE ELSE COULD LEAN TO FOR THEIR OWN SUPPORT! I WENT THROUGH MY STRUGGLES! I THOUGHT MY TIME OF TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS WERE OVER! BUT AS SOON AS I TOOK ‘THE BOOK’ AND BECAME A ‘MAIN EVENT GUY’ THEY ONLY COMPOUNDED! I HATE IT! I HATE IT! I HATE IT!

[[CM Nas slowly stands up and removes his cloak. He just looks down at it...and slowly begins to boil while glaring at it, before stomping on it nonstop.]]

THERE IS NO GOD! THERE IS NO MESSIAH! THERE IS NO CONQUEROR! I WAS NO AGENT OF CHANGE! I WAS NO PROPHET WHO WAS GOING TO SPEAK ABOUT THE ‘GOSPEL’ OF A NEW AGE IN OUR BUSINESS! I’M JUST A LOSER…

[[Nas falls back down to the ground seated, looking at a nearby mirror in disgust with himself.]]

Just a loser...like all those times you were told Aren was better than you. That you were the lesser man in the team. You know...I bet if HE were in the position I was in, he’d have delivered on all his promises. Aren wouldn’t be weak like me. He wouldn’t be criticized, or even if he was, he’d just mock them right back. So why can’t I?

???: You’re not weak, you’re weak minded!

CM Nas: Huh?!

[[Aren Mstislav is seen standing above CM Nas, alongside Aria Jaxon, Finnegan Wakefield, Christopher Sabertooth, and a few more people from Nas’ past and present.]]

Aren Mstislav: You’re right about one thing though, you ARE an Idiot.

Aria Jaxon: BE NICE!

Aren Mstislav: Whatever...you get the point? Or do we have to explain it to you?

CM Nas:...I’m not five Aren...I get it. I’ve been through so many points in my career where I’ve doubted myself entirely...but this is different. It’s not a matter of what I should do. It’s a matter of will it even matter.

Aren Mstislav: Oh goddamnit.

[[Aren leans down and extends his hand to Nas.]]

Aren Mstislav: Stand up nerd, you look pathetic. And the last thing I’ll have is being associated as the greatest rival and best friend to a pathetic shell of a man.

[[Nas gives a small smile and wipes his face, before taking Aren’s hand and rising back to hsi feet.]]

Aria Jaxon: Nas, you’re not a loser. You never have been.

Aren Mstislav: Correction, you once WERE a loser. But not anymore. And you haven’t been a loser for a long time now. You’ve just been a deadly combination to any top wrestler. Overwhelmed and Complacent. You’ve been Overwhelmed with all the administrative bullshit you do basically on a daily basis. You take damn good care of everyone around here. We all know that and respect you endlessly for it. Your problem is you always hold yourself to immeasurable standards Do you honestly think with no experience every doing either, that you could be the long standing champion you originally hoped to be, ALONGSIDE RUNNING A WHOLE BRAND AND HELPING RUN THE ENTIRE FED! DO YOU REALIZE HOW MUCH PRESSURE YOU PUT ON YOURSELF?! I know you did...because that’s where the complacency came in.

[[Aria attempts to jump in but Aren puts his hand in front of her.]]

Aren Mstislav: No. He NEEDS to hear this. The problem so far has been that everyone who he’s asked about all of this has been way too soft with him. Now I don’t know if it’s because of his position of authority, our friendships with him, or both...but I don’t give a shit either. I know what he needs to hear, and it’s the harsh reality. You’re right Nas. You did fail! But the question is...ARE YOU GOING TO SIT THERE AND WALLOW IN YOUR SELF PITY LIKE A TRUE LOSER?! OR ARE YOU GOING TO DO WHAT MADE YOU THE MAN YOU ARE NOW! ARE YOU GOING TO BE THE NAS BOTH ARIA AND I MET YOU AS! THE NAS THAT SOMEONE LIKE SABERTOOTH DESERVES TO SEE! I DON’T KNOW WHO THIS NAS IS IN FRONT OF ME! AND I DON’T KNOW IF IT WAS WHEN YOU BECAME OMEGA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, WHEN YOU TOOK OVER OLYMPUS, OR WHATEVER ELSE! BUT AT THIS POINT I’M SICK OF IT! I AGREED TO STAND BY YOUR SIDE IN YOUR PURSUIT OF BECOMING THE COO OF OWA BECAUSE I THOUGHT YOU WERE STRONG! I THOUGHT YOU HAD AN IRON WILL! I THOUGHT YOU WERE THE SAME MAN I HELD TAG TEAM GOLD WITH! I THOUGHT YOU WERE STILL MY BROTHER NAS!

Aria Jaxon: AREN!

[[Aren simply turns around and begins walking towards the exit.]]

Aren Mstislav: Hmpf...It’s clear that I’m wasting my breath on him. He’s not even responding to my insults like usual. What do I care if he lets Team Kingdom down and lives the rest of his career in mediocrity?! I guess Gareth Cason and Nate Cage were right about you Nas. You are just a shell of a man…

[[Nas stares at the ground, then his reflection in the mirror. Aren locks eyes with Nas’ reflection, then just gets upset once more and begins walking out. Before he can leave however, Tarah Nova enters.]]

Tarah Nova: Ozzie, don’t go.

[[Nas instinctively stands up and takes Tarah’s hands.]]

Nas: Wha-What are you…

Tarah Nova: Don’t act like you don’t know why I’m here…

Nas:......

Tarah Nova: Listen, I know I’m not a part of Kingdom, and we’re on opposing teams and all. But I’m on a team even more important than Kingdom or Olympus or Odyssey. It’s the same team I’m sure Aren wants to represent. Team Nas.

Nas:.......

Tarah Nova: What’s that line you became famous for?

Nas: Huh…?

Tarah Nova: Hahaha, No silly. ‘How can anyone else believe in me when I don’t believe in me?’ I have carried those words with me for years now thanks to you. And I know countless others have as well. Babe, you can’t let things eat at you like this. So you’ve made mistakes and didn’t get to be the kind of champion or booker or whatever that you wanted to be. You’re talking like a grey old sixty year old man who’s at the end of his run. You’re 34 years old, and sure that’s kind of old for all the young rookies in OWA, but in the grand scheme of things you’re still a pup in this industry. There’s SO MUCH MORE FOR YOU TO DO! What was your goal when you returned to EAW in 2016?

Nas:....make up for lost time….

Tarah Nova: And what can you do in 2019 and beyond?

Nas:......Make up...for lost time….?

Tarah Nova: Precisely!

Nas: But-

Tarah Nova: And why did you want to be Heavyweight Champion so bad….

Nas: To make sure no one else ever had to struggle the same way I did being ridiculed for years that I couldn’t do it. Being forgotten about and treated as an afterthought or a fluke. And to bring the absolute best out of everyone else I ever came across and give anyone who suffered similarly to me the same kind of platform to succeed…

Tarah Nova: Well I want the absolute best out of YOU because I want YOU TO SUCCEED!

Christopher Sabertooth: So beautiful...but she’s right Nas! Hearing all of these stories makes me wish I could see you from back in the day….

Nas: Oh calm down...it was literally less than two years ago I was like this. Geez it’s ALMOST AS IF the transition to OWA two weeks after winning my first world title turned me from a YOUNG GUN to an OLD VETERAN or something.

[[Everyone kind of laughs as Nas looks around at all the people there supporting him even at his absolute worst.]]

Nas: You know what...you guys are right. There’s nothing wrong with me other than the roadblocks I place in FRONT of MYSELF! I’ve forgotten what it means to go through such hardships, so it all just compounded on me at once.

Aria Jaxon: So you’re ready to stand tall and represent Team Kingdom proudly CM Nas?

Nas: Nope.

Christopher Sabertooth: I don’t understand….he said that so plainly….

Aren Mstislav: He’s an idiot, what’d I tell you.

Tarah Nova: Is there any reason why?

Nasir:...because. CM Nas will not be the main captaining Team Kingdom.

Christopher Sabertooth: Well if you don’t then who will?

Nasir:....OH. I will.

Aria Jaxon: What the hell are you talking about?

Nasir: CM Nas won’t be leading Team Kingdom, but I will. You see, The Moniker, The Character, The GIMMICK of CM Nas is no more. The man behind the persona wishes to shine bright once more. It is the rebirth of Nasir Moore. Nas is a man who made it to the very top of the industry through his Work Ethic, Passion, and Refusal to Settle for anything Less than being Number One. However he like many others around him have become quite complacent and too comfortable for his own good. Nas was at a crossroads about whether to continue actively performing or not. And after a bit of reminiscing in the past and most notably watching several of his other peers rebirth their careers Nas was inspired to try the same thing for himself. To put it simply, Nas wants to love this industry once again. He wants to feel like his old self once more. And he just wants to have fun doing this. I just wanna be the best Nas that I can be once again. Now if y’all will excuse me, I’ve got a match to prepare for!

[[Nasir Moore stands up proudly and marches out of the room with renewed purpose and vigor.]]

Nasir Moore: Proving doubters wrong, being the underdog, scratching and clawing, being in the thick of the fight! All of these things I thought it would be so relieving to get away from once I planted my feet firmly on top. But I wasn’t even following the most basic of wrestling rules. If you’re not moving forward, you’re moving backwards. I must continue to press on headstrong like the old days. If I truly feel my best years are not behind me, which I mean how could they be when they just happened the previous year? I want to be that hero again, get that same rush from before OWA formed. I want to truly be the Best again. Because I’ve only been the best artificially for the past year. CM Nas is a man that the little kid Nasir Moore watching the weekend wrestling tv would have hated. Just because I was lost about who I was, doesn’t mean my story is over. FAR! FROM! IT! The way I view it, I’m 34 years young and I got hopefully another 16 years or so left to go out there and do what I love most. Just wrestle my ass off and make people happy. Make people proud. Make people smile! That’s all I want.

[[Nasir Moore pulls out the trunks he wore when he won the Answers World Championship in 2018..]]

And no one’s gonna stop me from doing that. Not some brute who very well could break me in half if he pleased. But I won’t let him! Even if he manages to, I won’t stay down! I’ll get back up to my feet and I will continue to FIGHT! Why? Because I inspire hope! I carry the will to never stay down! To face your challenges head on! Now no, I never ate monsters like you for breakfast. Far from it. Some of my greatest struggles were against behemoths who trampled all over me as they pleased. But that’s the thing Derelict! You can step on me, you can break my arms, crack my skull. DO WHATEVER YOU WANT! IT WON’T BE ENOUGH! NOT BECAUSE I’M SOME SORT OF GOD FIGURE! BUT BECAUSE I’M A MAN HELL BENT ON CHASING HIS DREAMS STILL! I WANT TO STILL BE THE ABSOLUTE BEST! I WANT TO BE THE FIRST MAN PEOPLE THINK OF WHEN THEY TALK ABOUT THIS BUSINESS! And I know I’m far from the only one who wants that. Just as I know I’m not nearly the only one who wants that spot. Far from it. Everyone gets into this industry with that goal I’d presume. At some point in our lives we got the opportunity to be a part of this. So I know tons of guys and girls want it bad. Just as I know Many others will do things far dirtier than I ever have. Just a kid playing wrestler? Well, yeah sort of. Child Nas wishes he’d get to face monsters like you. His mind would be blown just seeing you in person. And you know what, I feel like most of us forget what it felt like to just be a child enamored by all of this on the television. And you know what, I take your word for it. No disciplined fighting style matters against you. No amount of endurance matters if I can’t knock you down and keep you down. But that’s the thing. I’LL FIND A WAY! IF I’M CORNERED! IF IT’S DO OR DIE! THEN I WILL DO! I’LL BE AS CAGEY AS IT TAKES! I CAN’T BRING YOU DOWN BY OUTWRESTLING YOU! AND OUTBRAWLING YOU IS OUT OF THE QUESTION! BUT I REFUSE TO JUST ACCEPT DEFEAT! I WILL FIND A WAY!

[[Nasir Moore wraps his arms with his signature wrist tape. And grins thinking about the next person he has to address.]]

And speaking of finding a way! Speaking of men who I can’t necessarily Outbrawl, possibly can’t outwrestle, but that’s for debate. Mr. Ascension to the Heaven’s himself! The Hitman, Gareth Cason! I call him that for all two of you that didn’t catch the ending to my awesome encounter with Bull Connors at the end of Game Over, highly recommended match by the way, This rat bastard blindsided me and stated it was a hired job from someone. Of course Gareth Cason hasn't liked me for a long time now so I’m not shocked he’d accept doing someone else’s dirty work so easily. In the end I can at least say Gareth Cason made a HUGE MISTAKE! Because guess what Cason! You made an enemy far stronger than anyone else you’ve faced before! Not because of my experience or status! But because of how relentless I am when I am wronged! I just HOPE you don’t try to make this whole antagonizing me a recurring theme, because then you’ll truly have a problem on your hands! But at that same time, I don’t want to fight you for personal reasons like that. I don’t want it to end up like that necessarily. It’s kinda too late. But in a strange way, I see a lot of similarities between us. You’re another person who I view as a darker version of me if you would. You seek strong opponents to test your metal against nonstop. You’re relentless, to the point of being unforgiving...and unforgivable. And yes, YOU MADE CM NAS TAP OUT! YOU BESTED THE OMEGA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION BEFORE ANYONE ELSE EVER COULD *coughbesidesariajaxoninsswcough* BUT YES! You achieved something no one else ever did. You’re the man who made a fraud out of me. Because what did I do against you. I tapped out. I submitted. I gave up. Well….being perfect was never one of my strong suits. If it were then I never would have had to struggle to begin with. I never would have been a reject in the first place. But I can promise you one thing. I bet you can’t make Nasir Moore tap out the same way. I’m not some bigshot former Mixed Martial Arts fighter, as a matter a fact I always had a dislike for the sport. I respect everyone who partakes in it and shows skill, it’s commendable. But from a personal standpoint I was never a fan and I don’t care for it or its arrogant ignorant fans. I’m not saying it defines you...but it is ‘kind of’ your thing right? You’re an A1 Athlete. Success gravitates towards you. You’re destined to be a star in this business. These are the things that make us different. And once again I’m not saying there’s ANYTHING wrong with you having these natural advantages. It’s very envious to many others that you are so naturally accustomed to pro wrestling as you are. What I hate about guys like you is how you look down on everyone else, spit on people who work hard and try their best, and just make general DICKS OF YOURSELVES! So, just like you did to dicks when you were just a pimple faced kid, aka before you grew your new beard...looks good btw….I’M GONNA BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU, YOU DICK! Oh and when I’m done, hopefully you’ll tell me who was the son of a bitch that hired you to attack me!

[[Nas puts on a ‘We Want Moore’ T-Shirt from 2017.]]

Unlike those two though, then you have a woman who MUST be acknowledged, if nothing else for her honor and respectfulness compared to many of the men around here. Can I go to Odyssey to be honest? They seem like the humblest by far. Well except their bitch of a world champion. Either way, Dulce missy. I am thankful for all of the compliments you’ve given me. It means a lot in this unsure time of my career. But I will tell you. I’ve been watching your work and I must say, I am thoroughly IMPRESSED! You’re a marvelous talent who doesn’t even know their own worth that’s how humble you are. I look forward to linking up with you in the ring as well and finding out if Odyssey’s top brass truly are equal, if not greater. I would hope it to be the case, just as I had hoped Bull Connors was a true champion and not just a man carrying a belt. So prove me RIGHT Dulce, but just know...it won’t be easy! Because I’m going to prove myself right as well! I’M GOING TO PROVE THAT I WILL NOT BE DETERRED ANYMORE! I WON’T LET SELF DOUBT NEARLY BREAK ME AGAIN! I’VE GOT TO REMEMBER WHO I AM! I’VE GOT TO REMEMBER WHAT I STAND FOR! I’m ‘their’ hero. As a favorite song of mine once said “I was taught to live my life. No looking back and don’t think twice. Every day I strive to be MYSELF!”

“WE WANT MOORE! WE WANT MOORE! WE WANT MOORE! WE WANT MOORE!”

[[Nasir Moore bows, his transformation back into the man who he once was has only just begun. Now comes the hard part, following up on the promises he’s made. But oh is he looking forward to this now more than ever! And with one last confident, but warm smile from Mr. Moore, the camera fades to black.]]

Civil War (2019)/Promo No. 1
“The Triple Threat”

[The scene opens to the inside of a gymnasium’s locker room, as Bull Connors walks through the door, his forehead is covered in sweat. He goes up to his locker and pulls out a small towel and a bottle of water, wiping his brow and then taking a sip from the bottle. He sits down on the bench, and takes a moment to fully catch his breath before he begins to speak…]

“Civil War, an event that holds a special place in my heart. The night that I took my rightful place as OWA’s first-ever God of War. The night that I was finally able to live up to all of the things that I said, all of the hype, and all of the build-up that surrounded my initial arrival to OWA. Coming into that event, I was nothing more than an upstart, someone who was given opportunities, but unable to properly capitalize on them. I was given a shot at the Spartan Championship and the Television Championship, but I failed to win either of them. Later on, I was given a #1 contender’s match for the Television Championship, didn’t win that. Of course, after I failed to win these matches, every single person I was put in a match with, began talking about how I was “unable to live up to the hype surrounding me” and that I wasn’t as good as I said I was.”

“In hindsight, I find these comments to be pretty fucking hilarious. Everyone thought that I’d be just another guy taking up space on the OWA roster, yet another tragic instance of someone who had potential but would never be able to achieve anything with it. In the end, I’ve more than lived up to all of my shit-talk and to all of the expectations that were put on me. In the end, I managed to exceed them. I kept failing, I kept being given opportunities and wasted them… until I didn’t anymore. I kept crawling, kept trying to stand up, until I finally managed to walk. Trust me, I really, really hate losing any of my matches. However, looking back on it now, I can’t deny that I’ve learned to improve and better myself from those same losses. It’d be foolish of me to say that my past failures weren’t, at the very least, partially responsible for making me who I am. Failure built my character and gave me strength, the passion that I needed to succeed, to be the best that I can be… to become the Omega Heavyweight Champion.”

“As I’ve said before though, becoming a champion is one thing, but successfully defending it against anyone who threatens to take it from you is something else entirely, especially against someone who’s as tenured and experienced as CM Nas is. It wasn’t easy, but I managed to overcome him and earn his respect by the end of our match. Of course, that douchebag with the lesbian haircut then decided to show up and attack him from behind, but that’s besides the point. My next big challenge won’t exactly be for the Omega Heavyweight Championship, but it is going to be for some bragging rights, and come on, who the fuck doesn’t want that? I mean, I’ve already got a lot to brag about, but something like this doesn’t happen often. No, this is a special occasion. A chance to go head-to-head with Natalie Cage and Aria Jaxon. The best that Olympus, Odyssey and Kingdom have to offer. A triple threat match to determine who’s the greatest World Champion in OWA today. Without a doubt, this is going to be the biggest challenge of my entire career. Two women who’ve established themselves as some of the absolute best that OWA has to offer.”

“So, let’s talk about these women, shall we? First, we have Aria Jaxon, who’s been the OWA World Champion since Final Destination. I find her to be somewhat interesting, since we’re rather alike in a few ways. We’re both young talents who’ve overthrown the old guard and claimed our respective World Championships. We’ve both made our fair share of mistakes in the past, but are trying to move past them and become better people. I used to be an overly aggressive asshole and you used to be an underhanded bitch, whether or not we still are, might be a matter of debate for some people. I, personally, don’t really give a shit if people like me or not. I’m just here to be the absolute fuckin’ best, not to compete in popularity contests. You’re also like that, you have a drive to prove yourself, to succeed and reach the greatest heights that you possibly can. We both constantly have to try and balance our desires with our morals. That’s why people want us to fight so badly, that’s why everyone’s been begging for this match to happen between you and me. We’re so similar as people, and yet, so different as wrestlers. I would be lying if I said that it wasn’t… a bit surreal to think about.”

“Regardless, I don’t want anyone to think that I’m going to go “easy” on you or some bullshit like that. Whatever similarities we may have, those are left outside of the arena as far as I’m concerned. At the end of the day, an opponent of mine is still an opponent. A challenge to be overcome. No more, no less. When you step into that ring with me, whatever personal feelings or sense of camaraderie I’ve got for you or… they’re out the fucking window. I won’t sit here and try to play down your abilities in that ring, but don’t think for a single second that I’m not gonna lay it all out. I will pull out every single trick that I’ve got hidden up my sleeve, bust out any move, and do whatever it takes to myself and to you… to win. All or nothing, no in-between bullshit. You may have fought plenty of guys like me in the past, but let me assure you, you’ve never faced someone with all of the tools that I have at my disposal. Nobody, not a single fucking person in this entire company, possesses the same set of skills as I do. I can fly off the top rope, I can brawl, I can overpower you, I can outwrestle you, hell, I could probably outspeed you. Submissions? Striking? I’m not too shabby in those areas either. If anybody’s the closest thing to a “jack of all trades” here in OWA, then you’re looking right at him. Not a single corner of the ring, not a single place in the ringside area, or even any place in the whole goddamn arena is safe when I'm in there with you.”

“Ugh, fuck, my goddamn throat is getting dry.”

[Bull grabs his bottle and takes a mouthful of water, before wiping his lips with the towel and continuing to speak.]

“Much better. Anyways, where the hell was I again? Oh yeah, that’s right, talking about how fucking awesome I am! All joking aside, I’m sure some people are rolling their eyes at all of my “blatant” bragging. The thing is, I don’t really like to brag or boast unless I know that I’ve got a pretty good reason for doing so, and I’ve got more than a couple of those. Regardless, I do respect the hell out of you Aria. You’re a damn good wrestler and a worthy OWA World Champion. However, when Sunday finally comes around, just know that you’ll learn first-hand that Bull Connors is the best of the fuckin’ best.”

“Then there’s Natalie Cage. Oh boy, where do I start with this bitch? Your initial rise to success was incredible, in a way that almost mirrored my own. We both started off as nothing more than bit players, constantly overshadowed by the people around us. Given opportunities, but unsuccessful in capitalizing upon them. Then something happened, a key match that we both won that would ultimately change the course of our careers. For me, it was my match against your brother at last year’s Civil War. For you, it was the Clash of the Goddesses match. Beyond that? Our similarities end. While I’ve done my best to become a better man and improve myself, all you’ve done is go right back to what you were doing when you first showed up in this company. The only real difference is that you’re OWA Women’s Champion now, instead of being nothing more than Nate Cage’s sister. While you were one of Kenny Drake’s lapdogs a year ago, now you’re the personal lapdog of your own brand’s General Manager. I suppose that’s an improvement, I mean, if I were in your position I’d probably prefer being a total fucking sell-out than to continue being the chew toy of an entire cult, but I digress. It’s really a shame, so many people were behind you for your rise to the top. They saw you get abused and mistreated by Kenny and your brother. Then you freed yourself from their clutches, won the fans over with your undying will to fight, won the Clash of the Goddesses, endured ungodly amounts of punishment from your matches with Eris and won the OWA World Women’s Championship. Then… what do you do? You sell your soul to the devil, just to ensure that you won’t be losing your championship for a long fuckin’ time. Yet, you’re always going on about how I’m a shitty excuse for a world champion. What breadth of competition have you faced on Odyssey again? Diantha Moreau? Dulce Torres? Jessica Rose? Come on now, no disrespect to any of those women, but I’ve beaten two motherfucking legends of this industry. Don’t sit there and try to act like they’re total shells of their former selves. That’s just dishonest.”

“It seems that you’re a lot more like your brother than you might be aware of. Painfully unaware of the vicious cycle that you’re trapped in. You’ll be begging for the fans to take you back soon enough. You’ll see. Oh, and you’ve apparently forgotten that I’m not the only one with somebody breathing down my neck for a shot at my belt. You’ve been ducking and dodging Eris for a long time now, probably because you’re painfully aware of what she could possibly do to you inside of that ring. She’s already beaten the living hell out of you once, you may have won, but what’s gonna stop her from actually winning the next time you guys meet? Nothing, that’s what. She took you to your fucking limit before, I’m sure that she’ll do it again.”

“Until then, I’m gonna have to take this upcoming opportunity to prove that I'm better than you or Aria. The one with the most to prove, will walk away victorious."

"Just wait and see."

[The scene fades to black as Bull walks out of the locker room.]

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THE OUTLIER -- CHICAGO, ILLINOIS.

Everyone remembers how all of this started originally. It was all one big company vs. company pissing contest, one where the now dearly-departed SSW used its dying breaths to win one of the most violent matches that I've ever personally participated in. I was branded a traitor for going to bat for a place that I loved as much as I love OWA. I'd say the sting of that was dulled by the fact that yours truly scored the bout-ending pin in that match, but that implies that the words of people who don't matter ever stung in the first place. My checks still cash just the same.

As it stands now, we're past all of that. This has all devolved into a true Civil War, where all of the conflict that's played out over the last number of weeks is all in-house. While it’s true that the passing comparisons between different champions and different members of the roster are always drawn, they’re usually just that -- passing comparisons. Now, we’re all being matched up and placed under a microscope, being tasked with nothing more than trying to establish who the best is among us.

As a champion -- or in my case, as THE champion -- what do you fight for when you’re not at the risk of losing what you’ve worked so hard for? What lights the fire under your ass when the stakes have nothing to do with the gold on your shoulder? I can admit that I'm greedy. I like to think that in my line of work, it's a positive thing. The most talented wrestler in the world is nothing without the ambition to use forward momentum to accomplish anything. Winning in the main event of Civil War last year was nice, but all in the name of forward momentum, I’m after something so much more this year. This year isn’t about SSW or The Phantom Troupe or anything that was tied up in all of that. I’m now tasked with defending the honor of an entire Kingdom and proving that in a match packed to the brim with talent, that the superior champion from the superior brand with the superior title is the one who’s got this shit locked down.

I can admire your bravado, Natalie. When I look back on the rookie year I had, when I look back on the things that I said to people and the lengths I went to just to prove myself, I realize it would be hypocritical of me to look down on you for believing in yourself and your ability to win. And oh, winning is something you’ve done in spades, isn’t it? Your propensity of doing it carried you from being a Wolvesden background player to the woman practically running Saturday nights with an iron fist. That’s a come-up to marvel at -- for the most part. On the surface, we’ve got a dominant champion. Beneath the veneer, I’ve come to see the woman who’s more insecure than she’ll ever admit. The one who’s so obsessed with lording over others that she’ll stoop down to gutter depths to maintain any semblance of dominance -- and this is coming from the woman who ran The Phantom Troupe.

I’ve admitted before that parts of my time as champion haven’t played out exactly as I imagined. I’ve been pretty candid about that. I’ve previously addressed the fact that I was annoyed that Zaibatsu had to show their ugly faces when I had my first defense against Nas, and the victory didn’t quite hit the same because of it. No, I wasn’t completely satisfied that I didn’t decisively beat Stephanie at Boiling Point, and it was even worse that chronic underachiever Keelan had the nerve to put his Kaline-touching hands all over MY title afterward. I’ll own up to all of that, but I won’t let you take away from my decisive and very real victory over Sabertooth at Game Over, all for the sake of tryna make yourself sound better. What, are you conveniently forgetting that the only reason you got past Diantha is because Viola decided to protect her investment? Are we glossing over the fact that you won the title by beating a woman whose lunch money I used to take before you were even on the scene? And bless Jessica’s heart, but we all know walking into enemy territory was not gonna work out for her.

Sidebar, having defended your title on the opposite side of the Atlantic already doesn’t make you special. Not all of us were tryna waste our time defending on glorified European circlejerk supercards, but hey, we all hang our hats on different shit, don’t we? To be fair, it also helps that you hang your hat on being a one in a million talent, but let’s make something clear -- you were the standout in the million that came after mine. Everything you’ve done, everywhere you’ve been, every height you’ll ever reach, I’ve already been there -- and that includes the lofty heights of winning at Civil War. The record-shattering Women’s World Championship reign? I’ve already done it. Millions of dollars made? Check. Your face plastered on billboards? Don’t make me laugh. And if the day comes when you venture off of Odyssey full-time and start fighting the boys, it’ll be due in large part to the road I paved. I’m the first woman to hold a male world title in this company. I stood tall over twenty-nine dudes gunning for a second-place finish to ensure that the “men’s” Clash would always have a woman as its first winner. You’re great, Natalie, make no mistake about it, but I’ve contended with greatness for my entire career. And far more often than not, a will to win and a bunch of slick insults aren’t enough to beat me.

What's funny about you mentioning the fact that your brother pinned me last year is that he flat out said on the last episode of Kingdom that he wasn't hung up on losing to Gareth Cason. In a match where those two men faced off for something as important as the Ascension to the Heavens Briefcase, he lost, and ultimately decided to brush it off. If he's not pressed about losing to anyone else, why should I be mad about having ever lost to him? I never made any excuses for that one-off match. He beat me once upon a time. And in all the months that have passed, how have we both fared? I'm disappointed that you, of all people -- someone whose stock rose so high so fast -- doesn't understand that time is what you make of it. I've used my time here to ensure that I'm standing before the world now as the OWA World Champion. I don't give a fuck about who you think the "lineal" holder of my belt is. You're focused on all the people who almost got one over on me, rather than the fact that, no matter how it makes you feel, no matter how much you try and make light of it, I'm the one who's holding this title. And unfortunately for you, when we face off, my title will be the last thing on my mind. Because as I’ve stated before, I don’t have to worry about losing it. All I’m concerned with is proving a point. And if I have to drive home that I’m without a question the best that OWA has to offer by quite literally driving my foot through your skull, then I won’t think twice about it. This was never up for debate. This was never to be questioned. Those who don’t learn from the past are doomed to repeat it, and Natalie, as special as you might be, I ain’t new to this. Winning at Civil War is about to become my brand, and you were never gonna be able to do anything to stop it.

It’s been much easier for me to track the trajectory of Natalie’s career than it has yours, Bull, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been watching. Talent always has a way of catching my attention, and I won’t pretend that you don’t have fucking boatloads of it. What’s weird about this is I feel like we said so much of what we needed to say to each other on that last episode of Kingdom...well, before all hell broke loose, anyway. Like Natalie, you’ve had yourself a hell of a time in OWA thus far. You’re the first-ever God of War, which is pretty impressive. You’re a former Bloodline Tag Team Champion, and I mean, even though that lasted like...two weeks, that’s nothing to be ashamed of! Oh, and speaking of title reigns ending quicker than a hiccup, didn’t you practically unseat a transitional champion to get into this match in the first place? You could use that to your advantage, though. You can take the Omega Heavyweight Championship back to that place of consistency, and I’d say you’re well on your way. You’ve got an insanely bright future ahead of you as champion. I just hope this loss at Civil War doesn’t turn out to be too big of a blemish on your reign.

Don’t let the trademark shit-talk fool you, though. I’m looking forward to facing you, Bull. I enjoy tackling new challenges. Calling myself the best only rings true if I’m beating the best, and in this case, that doesn’t just mean “the best people on Kingdom”. That extends to my fellow world champions. I won’t pretend that I’m out to break the Unbreakable. I know that, as world champions, we’re used to having targets on our backs and contending with people who not only wanna take our titles, but make us suffer as well. It kinda comes with the territory. You’ll learn when you’ve gone through this a couple more times. As much as some people may insist that you’re the X-Factor because of your very obvious size and strength advantage, as much as Natalie will insist that she’s who people should be putting their money on, the reality is that I am the outlier here. You’re on a hot streak most up-and-comers could only dream of, but at the end of the day, we’ve got two hungry young guns and someone with all the staying power in the world vying for supremacy here. I don’t doubt that Olympus will be yours to rule over for a loooong time to come, but what we’re walking into at Civil War is not a Friday night main event. As far as I’m concerned, you’re wiping your feet on the welcome mat and stepping into my home -- the main event heights where I was proving my worth before anyone even knew who you were. You said on Kingdom that you didn’t want anything between us to boil down to the common rookie vs. veteran trope, and deep down I agree with you...but it can’t be helped. This is where we’re at. The intersection where Natalie’s gusto meets your grit and my refusal to be denied as the greatest, and I don’t think I need to mention again which one of those attributes will win out.

I’m not coming for a participation trophy. I don’t want anyone talking about the fight I put up, or how great I’ll look in defeat. I’m coming for victory and nothing else. To be able to call myself OWA World Champion is one thing, but being the champion of champions too? That’s what I’m after. The spoils of a Civil War will belong to me. The Queen is coming to conquer. Watch me work.

How could one be so arrogant?

How can someone be so conceited?

I don’t understand. But what I do understand, Tarah, is that you want to fight me. You still harbor hatred and resentment for things I only played a small part in. Maybe you are too blind with rage to understand it, but in a way I was a prisoner there too. I nearly went completely insane and they did nothing to help me. I was cast away as a failure, locked away until they wanted to use me as an attack dog for their convenience. I was abandoned even by the one person in that cesspool of a place that I trusted and left to fend for myself.

I have paid more than enough for my part in this little circus. I suffer my own torment now, having gold and glory waved in front of my face and snatched away by worthy opponents and thieves. I don’t have anyone in the locker room who trusts me personally. I’m a pariah, an outcast even more so than I when I came to OWA. When I first arrived, I was too shy to speak to people when we would arrive for shows and tapings. Now? I try to speak and people scurry away.

Out of fear?

Out of resentment?

Out of repulsion?

I don’t know.

But what I do know is this: I’m not afraid to be shocked. I slept in alleys in France. I had a gun held to my head in Mexico and barely escaped with my life. I endured the most vicious training imaginable in both that little compound and in Japan. And I want you to understand that I fear nothing that you bring. I fear nothing that anyone brings to the ring. Fear is something I had to leave behind to even make it this far. The pain that every failure in my career brings me hurts more than any hold, anything that you or anyone else on your team can bring to me.

As I said before, you’re not an enemy of mine. I have much bigger fish to fry at the moment. But as I have also said, if you want to fight, if you feel a need to exact vengeance for what was done to your family, look no further. I don’t mind fighting. In fact, just to make sure that I have the proper motivation and appropriate level of viciousness, I’m going to pretend that you’re Natalie...or Nate himself...or Kenny Drake….hell maybe Viola since she’s the one responsible for me even being in this position. I’ll summon whatever dark places I have to to match whatever you decide to do.

Unlike what some people believe, I am the one to carry Odyssey and women’s wrestling into the new age. I am the one that will unseat Natalie Cage and bring some respect back to that title she holds so arrogantly right now. The best way for me to show that I have nothing but love and respect for what you’ve done, flaws aside, for wrestling...is to defeat you and show you that you’re no longer needed to carry the banner.

Rest, Shock Collar. There is no longer a need for you here.

I don’t care if my partners are as prepared as I am. I don’t care about my brother being in this match or giants being in this match or legends. No matter the cost, no matter the opposition, I have one goal in mind:

Victory.

I didn’t choose to start this war, nor fight in it. That was decided for me. But how Civil War ends will definitely be decided by me. I will shake the entire bloody world if I have to, but you people will remember my name and remember that Odyssey is home to the woman who will become the strongest of all of the OWA Alphas.

My time is coming….and your watch has ended, Tarah Nova.

The Turn

“The second act is called "The Turn". The magician takes the ordinary something and makes it do something extraordinary. Now you're looking for the secret... but you won't find it, because of course you're not really looking.”

[The scene opens to the middle of a busy caravan site. A group of rowdy men are huddled around a large round table on white plastic chairs. Among them are the familiar faces of Harman Ardelean, fresh off pinning the OWA Heavyweight Champion, and Leander, fresh off the boat from his honeymoon. They each have a bottle or can of some kind of hooch in one hand and, in the other, what at first appears to be your average playing cards but closer inspection shows the suits are peculiar... Cups, Swords, Pentacles, Wands... These are tarot cards. On the table in front of them is yet more booze and several equal stacks of poker chips. Time lapse footage follows of the men playing five card draw, making merry, and slowly growing more drunk. Chips are changing hands, empty containers of alcohol are discarded. As the sun begins to set, men start to get up and leave from the table until finally only two are left. It is the dead of night. Harman admires his huge stack of chips. Leander worries over his respectable yet still dwarfed pile. He timidly pays his ante. Both men peak their cards and Harman raises another stack. Leander nods and smiles weakly, he calls. Harman raises. Leander raises. Harman pushes a huge stack into the pot.]

Harman: I raise her five grand.

[Leander almost falls out his chair from a mixture of surprise and drunkenness.]

Leander: I ain’t even got half of that here... You trying to rob me for my van and my wife and all?

Harman: Piss off. I don’t know what’s worse. That your skinny little vanlet is barely the size of your wife or that your wife is the size of van. Just go all in, cousin. I’m doing you a favor.

Leander: You’re a real prick, you know that. I’m telling you, one of these days.

Harman: Yeah. Yeah. One of these days, family man. How about any time tonight? All in.

[Leander hesitates, gently thumbing a chip. Harman pushes in the rest of his own chips.]

Harman: All. Fucking. In. Leggo.

Leander: ...Fuck. Damn it, Harman. Should I?

Harman: Do it, you won’t.

Leander: Fuck... You know I can’t go back empty handed. She’ll kill me.

Harman: Are you gonna bang though?

Leander: Oh stop taking the Michael, I’ve had enough. I’m going home. Just take the fucking pot. You bastard. I don’t know how you bleeding do it? Probably a hole pack of aces up your sleeve you cheating cunt.

Harman: Hey... Don’t get lary now. Nobody likes a sore loser.

Leander: Yeah... Goodnight.

[Leander gets up and turns to walk away.]

Harman: Hey. Hey. HEY. Turn around here, boy, don’t you want to know how I did it?

[Leander stops and turns to face him after a pause.]

Leander: Go on.

Harman: It’s simple really. Magic.

[Harman wiggles his fingers sorcerously. Leander sighs and again goes to turn away before Harman catches his shoulder.]

Harman: Ok. Ok. Just for you. The real secret to reading your cards and being in complete control of your future. You first.

Leander: Huh?

Harman: Turn the cards for fuck sake.

Leander: Oh!

[Leander turns his cards to reveal a not awful three of a kind with 2, 6, and the Kang of Wands, the 4 of Cups, and the 10 of Swords.]

Harman: Three-a-kith. Not bad, now do you want to see what did her in.

Leander: Just get it over with, I’m already late for dinner.

Harman: Why do you always say the most accidentally genius things, Lee?

Leander: Huh?

Harman: I mean, that’s exactly what fucked you from the start.

Leander: HUH?

[Harman grins as he turns his cards slowly. Kang of Cups, 10 of Wands, 5 and Queen of Pentacles, 2 of Swords.]

Harman: KANG’S HIGH BABY!!!

Leander: Wait... What? WHAT?!? You had me for a yarn all of this time... Mary, Mother of Christ.

Harman: Hey, she had nothing to do with it. I told you I was doing you a favor but you didn’t believe me. Actually, whether you believed me or not was irrelevant. You didn’t have the bollocks to take the chance.

Leander: Ok, rub it in. How do you fucking do this every time?

Harman: I told you, magic.

Leander: Get bent.

Harman: I’ll take it under advisement in good faith because you’ve done me a solid by filling my jar tonight but how about you shut the fuck up and listen because I have some advice of my own.

Leander: Here we go, more predictions from Mystic Hard-On. Go on, what’s your trick?

Harman: There ain’t no trick, boy. Don’t you see. The trick gets exposed and the magic is gone but this here... This is real magic. No lies. It’s a gift. I can read your aura.

Leander: Why do I ever let you reel me in?

Harman: Because deep down you love it. I mean it, Lee. I can read you like a book. From cover to cover. Quicker and with more ease than Green Eggs and Fucking Ham. Sometimes I even know what you’re thinking before you do. I knew from the get go how your wife feels about your gambling. I know what shit you are going to walk into when you finally get home. I know the colour of your briefs and I know that they’d be brown if you had to tell her you lost everything. There was no way in hell you were going to take that kind of chance so I could get away with being as outrageous as want. And that, sir, is how One KANG beats a solid hand with ease.

[Harman taps the Kang of Cups before lifting it into the top pocket of his jacket. A broken and so-done-with-this-shit Leander only shakes his head in disbelief.]

Harman: If there’s a trick, that’s all there is to it, Lee. It’s not about your hand, it’s not about what’s on the table. Don’t read the cards. Read the man. In poker AND in life. If you can do that, you can do no wrong.

Leander: What the hell are you jabbering about now?

Harman: Destiny, Lee. Fate. It’s all in my hands. I’m like a... A... A Self Fulfilling Prophecy. Yeah. That’s it. I just spit words knowing that I’ve already made it happen. I’m a rocketman from the future with a sports almanac that’s about to make me a lot of money. I’m a God on Olympus with an umpire’s view of everything and I’m slinging lightning bolts of harsh truth at anyone jerking themselves off over Mongoose McQueen’s chances.

[Harman drunkenly mimes javelin throwing a lightning bolt of truth into the distance. Leander takes his opportunity to quietly slip away.]

Harman: Does anyone really think that I needed tarot cards to tell you that Jake Keeton is washed up geriatric with half a liver and double jointed arthritis who couldn’t pin a poster on the wall, let alone pin me? You think the spirits told me? My crystal left nut? I have two virile testicles, ladies. And did Kevin Maverick pick up a Gypsy hex from crashing that wedding? Seven years bad luck for breaking a mirror? He was only that ugly AFTER I drove his coconut into a caravan door. Anyone who can look at The Great Entertainer will tell you ain’t really all that good of a performer. He’s a confidence player. That’s all. He hit a stride against a manlet or two and started to believe the hype but purple patches don’t last forever. The moment he got hit hard enough to put a little doubt in his mind he crumbled. He’s never going to be the guy who bounces straight back trading a win for a loss. He only slides, sometimes up. Always eventually. Form is temporary, but a Kang’s class is permanent. Am I right?

[Harman turns but cannot find Leander. He is perplexed.]

Harman: Lee... Where the hell did he go? Forget it, I’m on a roll. Tarah Nova’s too busy eating weight loss amphetamines like cheerios to get rid of the baby fat. Bull Lebowski is a bloated Andy Virgin who doesn’t have the discipline to put that sandwich down. And that Schism dude was 7ft of simp being bossed around by a woman and had a mental age of about 6. Did I miss anyone?

[The Gypsy Kang palms his forehead.]

Harman: Mc-Drag-Queen. Where do I start? At the top? At Peak McQueen. When you were winning all sorts of shit in AWL a good 6 or 7 years ago? Or are the second and third tier EAW straps a better indication of where you are today? Why didn’t you get the big one, huh? Did Redacted beat your ass too? Come to think of it, why aren’t you already sitting on your throne there in Kingdom? You’ve been here long enough. I’ve been here a hot minute and we’re neck and neck as far as OWA accomplishments if we’re kind. You’ve had a good time being chased around with that 24/7 belt by all of them goons. It must make you actually feel like somebody to still have people chasing you. But even I’ve already embarrassed you in that arena, in the mean corridors of the cinema. Sure, you’ve had a longer run with it, but I won it negative days after my in-ring debut and that’s a record that’s going to stay around for a long time so who is taking points right now?

[Harman points to his chest.]

Harman: Non rhetorical question. I am. And I’m taking shots like a gat too because Kangs be savage beasts. The truth is I just think it’s been a while since you’ve really been on the level, Mack. You get a few wins together, sure. You’ll show off your McDojo Pickle-O medals but I’d be more shook about meeting some Caspian-looking ese on the streets with a pickled cauliflower ear and a Raiders jersey because I KNOW there’s at least half a milli out there more ruthless than you. You’ll run around with a long line of cans chasing you up and down and here and there and everywhere in between but that’s all just padding and a waste of time. This ain’t test cricket, bruh, stop dragging your feet and just knock out the biggest, baddest, Shrek looking motherfucker out here like I did in my first match. Kangly wisdom says that success is all just an attitude and you just ain’t got the mojo anymore.

You got a nice rental van McQueen, it’s built for speed like a gold castrum doloris. Face it, fam. You’re here looking down the telescope of your career down the wrong end. It’s blurry now. You are starting to lose the details and everything you can still see is too far off and small to really give you any comfort anymore. I’m at the other end, I see my clear and large like the accessible text Jake Keeton needs for his cataracts. Let me tell you, mang, Kangs’ gonna Kang and I’m going to be running hot like a Roman hypocaust for a while longer after you walk from this business and change your name like the Romans when they lost.

I’m sure you’ll have something to say about that. If you rose up the ranks as fast as you get a rise every time somebody says something you don’t like then you might have been the Champ waiting for a God of War to come at you. But you never had the confidence to pull the trigger, McQueen. The brass ring was right there. If I was you, I’d have grabbed it and polished it so hard the ring itself would be glittering like gold right now. But it’s never your fault is it? There’s always some conspirator in the back room who for some bizarre business decision wants to hold back an established crossover Pickle-O Star who can walk some fans to their seats. It’s always someone elses fault. You’ll always find some excuses. OWA wants Me to fail. I don’t want to fight Caspian. Reginald you’re such a dastardly bastard, be a good boy this time, ok.

Wake up and smell the roses VictiMcQueen. You know, I seen he betting odds. I think my GM and like half of my cousins are the only people rooting for Harman at Civil War but it doesn’t bother me because betting odds don’t choose the winner out there, I do. Maybe you need your entourage of Yesmen to take the fall for you so you can advance or to tell you that you’re the bestest and everything is going to be ok. But Hard Man Harman doesn’t need all that. Do I have the confidence inside of me that I will be the next God of War. No. I have the knowledge that I am. I’m telling you right now that, by hook or by crook, I am gonna beat your ass and there is nothing you, or the official, or any other wrestler, or even VAR can do to stop me. It might as well be written in the stars, or in the guts I’m going to rip out of you, or the piss stained public urinal you last shared with Caspian and the DuBwois. It’s already set. And do you know why?

Because “Mongoose doesn’t need it”. He ain’t gone do anything with it anyway. If I’d have walked out last week and left you the accolade by default then nothing would matter. You’d only get your ass kicked by Aria Jackson and her Caster Semenya grade Worldstar T levels. Seriously, what is that girl drinking? I don’t know. I’m getting side tracked... Anyway, Mo. Here’s my hot take fresh out of the oven. Please correct me if it’s too true to bear. You really hate when people say you don’t need it because, deep down, you know you actually do and you just can’t face that. Even if you won’t ever win a World Championship. Competing in the God of War is a big deal for you. You don’t have too many big fights left until you’re left by the wayside and like... Just making the finals here... Over compensate with your flash displays of hot young boys and pimped transit vans and inferior pickles. I know you need all the red panty nights you can get right now to see you through the twilight of your career and beyond. You’re welcome by the way.

When something happens that you just can’t control. A freak car accident. Flash floods. An earthquake. Any natural disaster. People have this weird tendency to call it an act of God. Even with all the scientific explanations and calculations in the world if you just can’t control it, if the power is just to strong for you to stand before it, and if it happens so fast that you don’t see coming, and if it’s just such an extraordinary grand disaster that to grasp the scope of it is just so far out of ken then it might as well be magic. It’s sorcery. It’s just... One of those things. Mongoose, that’s not you. I gotta telly you that I am just one of those things. My game plan is impeccable. My read on you is precise. I’m just a force of nature waiting to strike. You’re probably studying how I made it this far with the tools I have. You might looking for that secret I got up my sleeve to deceive you this match but you’ll never find it because, of course, you’re not really looking. You’re not really reading the man. You’re only reading the meagre cards in your hand and the circumstance like Leander. You don’t even know WHERE to look. But that’s fine. Maybe. Just maybe there’s a part of you that’s just happy to be a part of the show one more time.

The Bwois

The Pickles

The Van

The God of War Mantle

The Top of the World

ALL BELONG TO DA KANG

TIME TO EAT

It’s time to put all the petty bullshit aside. All the beef I got with the partners I have, Milktitties and CM Bitchass in particular, all that is on the backburner. Sabretooth? We on good terms. Great terms. THE BEST MOTHERFUCKING TERMS! YOU KNOW WHY!? BECAUSE ITS CIVIL WAR TIME! THIS ISNT SOME PLAY CIVIL WAR LIKE THAT WEAKASS AVENGERS MOVIE! THIS IS REAL WAR!

And you know what war is for people like me?

WAR IS TIME FOR PEOPLE LIKE ME, PEOPLE LIKE CM NAS AND MILTIADES AND CHRISTOPHER SABRETOOTH TO STAND THE FUCK UP!

Oh, Kingdom is gonna stand up. I don’t have any comment first of all about that match with Keelan and Stephanie. That’s their own personal business, they're gonna handle shit amongst themselves. That’s family business, real shit. They both like family to me and regardless of what happens that’s how it’s gonna stay. Family fight sometimes and you hate to see it but it is what it is….

SPEAKING OF…..

Didi, why are you acting all hard and shit now, huh? You think because you had some kinky lesbian sex with some broad from England, did algebra in the dark and wear heavy ass make up that you’re hard now? Nah, Diantha, that shit don’t make you hard. Hard is when you’re like me, a legit legend, doing this shit for over twelve years, approaching thirteen years of this shit, knocking people out and making people tap day by day, every day of the week. You used to sit around watching Sailor Moon and shit and you went to the softest, most preppy as high school in Louisiana. You couldn’t even handle going to St. Aug in New Orleans before Moms and Pop had to put you in a little home-schooling program. You’re softer than puppy shit so please, let’s cut the bullshit. My shadow will stand over a lot of people, lil sis, so don’t feel shame that you’ll ever measure up. There’s a lot of grown ass men out there who never could either.

And who else on that Bitch Club team from Odyssey gonna stand up to me, huh? Pe...p...how the fuck do you even say that girl’s name? Persephone? What the fuck does that even mean? She crazy or something? Good. I like my bitches crazy. I’m dead serious. You want to bring that multiple personality shit to me? I’ll knock every last one of them out with a lariat until by the GRACE OF THE MOTHER EFFIN LAWD I bring back Savannah Sunshine, give her a big fat kiss, and LAY HER ASS OUT WITH A LARIAT TOO.

Eris? I like em crazy, but don’t get shit twisted, I like em thick too. I saw how she threw around April a couple of times so I know she can fight, but now you done stepping all over the little puppies, baby girl. You in there with the big dogs now and you’re gonna not like how this one bites. You strong, you tough, well guess what, I am too. And you’re gonna find that out when I roll the fuck outta all of you Odyssey bitches. However, I’m not too cruel. I’m a good guy. I’ve got love and respect. So I’ll tell you what, once I’m through whooping your asses, Persephone and Eris, if you’re up for some MORE uh….HARDCORE activities, I can always send for a limosuine to pick you up and bring you to the castle and you can take a ride on the Cajun Cannon.

BUT THAT RIDE IS CLOOOOOOOOOOSED FOR YOU, DULCE! NO CANNON FOR YOU! NO CUDDLING UP IN THE STRONGEST ARMS ON THE PLANET. Why, because, completely unprovoked, you SLAPPED the most beautiful, the most handsome face on OWA television.

You slapped me.

What for? What did I do besides tell you the truth. And, as for me being a bitch, my trophy case and my list of victims says otherwise. You know you’re not immune just because you’re a female and happen to wrestle, right? There are women who I have planted into the fucking ground for less than you smacking me. Hell, and I love her to death, I even tried to knock Stephanie’s head off when she came at me for a title I had. Wrestling with women isn’t anything new to me, sweetness. I get practice in the ring, out of the ring, and all of them know what’s up once it’s over. You? You’re going to have me all in your face, showing you exactly what real wrestling is, what KINGDOM WRESTLING is all about. High impact, high risk, high reward. Maybe another kind of high if drug testing isn’t involved.

Your ass belongs to me. Seriously. I’m going to have a lot of fun with you.

And what about that other team? That show that I used to dominate. Gareth? I don’t sweat him. He can go about talking about how dangerous he is and how he’s the next big thing, but he knows in his heart that he didn’t BEAT ME...the referee did. The Detroit Lions didn’t get jobbed as hard as I did that night. I had his ass knocked out, beaten and bloodied and the referee didn’t stop the fight and he locked in a fluke submission to beat me. Gareth, let me tell you something, I heard all that shit you talked in the presser after you won. Let me tell you, I’m gonna ring your bell even harder this time. I’ve been training extra hard hoping I get a chance to hand you your ass and I’m gonna take full advantage of it. You think my time is over? Nah, I’m gonna END YOUR TIME BEFORE IT EVEN BEGINS.

And Delly, the Openweight Champion? Yeah, I got a pretty high opinion of myself. I love me some me, and if you were me, you would too. I like talking, but unlike a lot of the people you beat up in alleyways and underground fight clubs and whatever bullshit you post on IBeatUpHobos.com, I can defend myself just fine. I’m glad I got a taste of your big ugly ass when we had that little scrimmage at the end of the last Kingdom episode. You seem to think that just because you’re big and bad that some “washed up little guy” like me can’t whoop your ass. I’m definitely up for the job, big man. And even though I’m not always in the best mood, there ain't no broken body here or broken spirit. I am putting all that Zaibatsu shit to the side, shit I’m even putting my neverending scheme of becoming world champion on hold for this. BECAUSE IT’S NOT ABOUT ME, IT'S NOT ABOUT YOU, IT'S ABOUT KINGDOM. I’m going to show out for my brand by embarrassing you on worldwide television, and then I’m gonna come calling for that goofy ass looking belt of yours and then make my way to collecting the big one. I like motherfuckers like you, you’re pretty to me. Not physically, but your mindset and shit. I like people who think that I’m all talk and no action.

It makes it much more fun when I shut they bitchasses up.

Speaking of bitchasses, who is this other bum calling my name out? Kevin Maverick? You lucky that you got ties to people I like, because I would fold your ass up without thinking if you were some other little snot nosed punk talking loud like that. You think because you have a few moves and you held a little belt that you can hang with the big dogs, huh? Cool, I like that. But I’m gonna show you that you nowhere near my level either kid. I’m gonna show you that old Civil War shit. My feet are gonna go all Gettysburg all upside your face, and my foot is gonna find it’s Appomattox Courthouse STRAIGHT UP YOUR NARROW ASS! ...You are kinda right about Dulce being kinda thick though, so I may not kill you. But I’m going to hurt you a little bit, but not much because that would upset Stephanie and Mao. Look, just stay out of the way, man. Get yourself counted out or somethin’. I don’t wanna beat your ass and make them mad, bruh. For real.

TARAH! What’s your deal callin’ me out like that, huh? Me, being somebody’s bitch? Nah. I’m not like that. And you don’t know shit about the Zaibatsu if you think I or Keelan or anybody else is a bitch. See, even though we have a designated “leader”, we’re all equal. Or have you forgotten that time Stephanie and I stood side by side as world champions? Have you forgotten that the Wild Boys have diligently helped me in my title aspirations and vice versa? We are a team, we are a family, and I’m disappointed you’d think you could say something like that to trigger an outburst from me. You’re REALLY lucky your hubby is my teammate for this, you know that right? I would beat the dog shit out of you just for looking at me funny, but if i did that he’d get all in his feelings and that would disrupt team unity AND IM NOT DOING THAT SHIT! WHY!? BECAUSE CARLOS FUCKING ROSSO IS A TEAM PLAYER! I AM THE HEART OF THIS ALL STAR TEAM AND I WILL CONDUCT MYSELF ACCORDINGLY!

But if he’s not looking, I’m gonna knock your pretty little head off your shoulders. And I would feel kinda bad doing it because I like you...but...in the immortal words of a certain comic: shouldn’ta been talkin shit.

I love Kingdom, and even though I don’t give a flying fuck about my teammates for this match most days, ON THIS DAY WE’RE GOING TO WAR TOGETHER. WE’RE GONNA WORK AS A TEAM, FIGHT AS A TEAM, TAKE SOME ASSES TO THE WOODSHED AS A TEAM AND THEN PARTY AS A TEAM AFTER!

TEAM KINGDOM IS HUNGRY FOR A W, AND WE’RE GONNA EAT ALL NIGHT! JEFF IS GONNA WIN HIS MATCH, ARIA IS GONNA PULL THROUGH IN THE MAIN EVENT, AND TEAM KINGDOM WITH ME AS ITS ANCHOR, IT’S HEART, IT’S DEFACTO CAPTAIN…

We are gonna dog walk all you motherfuckers from Kingdom and Odyssey. Straight up.

KINGDOM…..ICHIBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN.

This is WAR---Civil War
Promo Number Two

“A warning to the prophet, the liar, the honest This is war To the leader, the pariah, the victor, the messiah This is war It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie And the moment to live and the moment to die The moment to fight, the moment to fight, To fight, to fight, to fight To the right, to the left, We will fight to the death To the edge of the earth, It's a brave new world from the last to the first To the right, to the left, We will fight to the death To the edge of the earth It's a brave new world, it's a brave new world, it's a brave new world.”

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The scene begins in the large hotel suite of The Moore Family. Yes, even on opposing sides of the OWA Brand War, the family still stayed together. The camera showed their Suitcases piled up by the door, small ones for their children who could be heard from the other side of the wall in the living room part of the suite. Besides the small voices echoing from there, it was quiet. After a moment, the camera panned into the master room room where Tarah Nova sat in a large chair with a book on her lap and her glasses on the edge of her nose. A smile graces the lips of The Shockcollar of Olympus as she sat there for a few more seconds before closing the book and looking at the camera. "Finally...finally I have been graced with some competition of sorts. I mean I have been enjoying my time with my Children and my husband but now with Nasir finally finding time to scope out the competition and my Children being occupied by OverWatch and Disney Movies; I have found myself rather bored. I wanted to talk some more. I wanted to take action and show the whole OWA universe which brand truly is the Alpha among the others...but I am saddened by the fact that no other Team have stood up till now." Tarah straightens up in her chair, placing her book and glasses on the table by her side. " So before I begin, I must say I was a little taken back by the words that came from Christopher Sabertooth. So much nice and charming words about I being a role model for the young alpha and I am truly happy I could guide you and knee some sense into you in all those matches that we have had last season. You have came along way; becoming the true future of Omega Wrestling Alliance---Just Like what I said Dulce Torres last time I spoke." Tarah smiles more. "Ya know, you both are parallel of each other when it comes to what you both desire. You both want to be great and yes, you both have been working so hard for this Company. You both fight with everything. Both former Champions that are craving the spotlight and gold once more. Workhorses. Powerhouses...but..." Tarah moves her hand to her lips, giggling softly into it.

"This is not the place for either of you to get a win here, no. Not with the Alphas of Olympus snapping our teeth at every single one of you; like the hungry wolves we are. We have been marking our territories in this competition since the very get-go. No one from Kingdom or Odyssey has been able to keep up with us. Circles have been ran around both of your packs and with only hours till the clock hits midnight...Olympus would have conquered and both of you fairytale dreams of winning this WAR would have become nothing but pixie dust once more. It is sad, your teammates had all this time to speak up and wave the flags of war but they didn't. They hid. They tuck their tails and fled to Higher Ground like the cowards we all know them to be....take Team Odyssey for example. Captain Dulce has been the only Alpha from there who even attempted to get a win for her home brand. She showed everyone who she is known as the best on Odyssey..." Tarah mouths 'Sorry Natalie' to the camera before continuing, "And the others? Just useless, bodies; only their to pull this young alpha down to the depths of failure. Now I don't mean to shit on the Odyssey as much as I have but come one, ladies. This is just sad to me due to the fuckin fact that for the last 13 years I have fought for women's wrestling. And it hasn't just been me, no. Women like Aria Jason, Stephanie Matsuda, HeartBreak Gal and so many others have been pushing and shoving to make a women's wrestling or relevant again. We have broken bones, been hospitalized for concussions and loss of blood all in the name of this sport and make it possible for the next generation of women to be noticed as nothing more but Alphas...and that's why I am focusing so heavily on you ladies. I mean honestly---besides Dulce Torres and Natalie Cage, who else is there to take women's wrestling to the next level after we're all retired? Diantha? Eris? Sure, they both have been dominant since they have joined the Odyssey rank but where are they now? Where is this amazing Athena's Cup holder I have been hearing so much about? Or the Iron Lioness----" Suddenly, Tarah's phone makes a big noise and the video by none other than Diantha herself appears on the phone screen. For a few moments, Tarah remain silent as she watches; a smile growing on her lips by each moment that past. After the video ends, the ShockCollar looks up at the camera again and laughs. "Well fuck me, you actually have a pair of balls on you to even speak up, Diantha...but honestly, you should have stayed quiet because all of the crap that you have let's spell from y'all acid spitting lips was nothing more mistake on your part. I mean yes, I should be the last person talking about past mistakes and holding grudges but the difference between what I have done and you did to me is I didn't do it to torture one person. What I did in the past was to make a better future all the women. I did it in the name of women's wrestling...not in the name of ripping someone away from their family and keeping them locked up for months on end. You, Kenny Drake, Nick Cage and so many others that is a part of the Wolvesden pack left me alone in a hole. You threatened my children, poked my pain at my husband. Not only you did that but it was all the smile on your face and that, Diantha, is why I am not letting this go...not till you feel the pain you and you're old master did to me..and hopefully for your sake that all happens at Civil War...and that's all I have to say to you...." Tarah shakes her head slowly, trying to shake away the annoyance. "Anyway...after that disappointing speech, I can honestly see no hope for her in this match but after it? After I show her no mercy between those velvet ropes....maybe, just maybe her and Eris will have a fighting chance to be apart of Odyssey's future....besides them though? Nah no one else from the three have a future in the Revolution." The ShockCollar shakes her head slowly. "The uglier, more why near version of Savannah Sunshine has nothing to show. No potential whatsoever and that's sad. I mean honestly at this point she's just a spot filler on the card. Truly, I believe Madam GM couldn't find anyone else for CIVIL WAR and just said 'Fuck it'....now the question is: was that a smart idea on her part?"

Tarah waits a moment before speaking again. "Yeah....FUCK NO, it wasn't. That was basically throwing a match...oh well. It's honestly whatever because at the end of the night, none of it will matter. Odyssey will fall, just like Kingdom since only two of their Alphas have the balls to speak up...I mean I know my husband is probably brainstorming something up right now but sadly he's on the losing team at Civil War. Now do I feel bad for that? I do, that is the love of my life I am talking about but he is also my opponent once again...and I'm not gonna let Olympus Down all because I have a chance that i will be standing across the ring from Nasir once again..." Mrs. BWA looks down at her lap for a moment before looking back at the camera with a smirk on her face. "No, I'm going to fight as hard as I always do....but, why though? That's probably the question on everyone's minds right now. 'Why is Tarah Nova going so hard for this match.' ....I mean its simple really...you'd have to be as dumb as a bag of rocks I'm blind not to see it." Tarah's smirk fades down to a sweet smile. " Olympus is my home. That is not my stomping grounds. Since the day the blue brand was created, I knew that was the place for me. So when I was placed on Olympus, I claimed this brand. I made it my own and I did whatever I could to make Olympus the best damn brand Omega Alliance wrestling had to offer. I put everything I had in my soul into this place and I'm not going to stand there and let Kingdom and Odyssey try to upstage us....but deep down, I know they can't. I know they don't have the Heart and Soul at Olympus Tough and that's the secret of how we, the Blue Brand, is going to show The OWA Universe just why we are the top alpha dogs in the wrestling world today....and you can Believe that..." With that, Tarah stands from her chair; flashing one last smile at the camera before walking past it. The camera fades to black just as the small voices on the other side of the wall let's out happy laughs and squeals; mutterings of 'Mum!' And 'Mommy' while the scene ends.

NOVA OUT.

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TARAH JAY NOVA

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) October 17th 2019, 11:17 pm by Guest

The Man Who Laughs

(We overlook the skyline of Chicago, where Moongoose McQueen stands in the middle of the cold night. He turns around in a purple and orange suit with an oni/ clown mask before slowly removing it, revealing a grin on his face before dropping it for a serious demeanour.)

Magic, can't say I'm a fan of it. I rather call it what it actually is. Deception, Trickery, Lies. You place an object in front of an audience, telling them to keep an eye on this, all for the sake of covering up what is going around them, in the smokes, the lights, and mirrors. We know this, yet we can't help to give them our attention, because people choose to want to believe. They want to be dazzled, surprised, shook.

I know what you are doing Harman. I know the trick. I know how you are trying to deceive me, making this all about the van, when in the grand scheme of things, this is really about the God of War Tournament. And yeah, you are right. You managed to pull a quick one over the champ on your show, which can be used to justified a shot at his belt. But just because you pinned the champion, that doesn't correlate that you are better than me. Far from it. After all, Friday Night Olympus is far from an actual wrestling show, that it has become more of a tacky reality show drama. Ooh, he's banging her, ooh, he's friends with her, ooh, he's banging him. Bring the popcorn, son. I'm sure if I wanted a title shot, I can fuck up Gareth Cason and he'll come to me. See, that's how you do it? Because Bull obviously doesn't care about himself. I mean...., look at him. But when you want to hit them where it really hurts, well, you hit them where they are the most vulnerable, and as much as I hate to admit it. Aria Jaxon doesn't quite have any vulnerabilities, which makes it easy for me to say that at Civil War, Aria Jaxon will beat both Bull and Natalie. Our champion is stronger, and any day of the week, I'd rather face Aria than Bull, so sure, soak that 'W' you are so proud of. Use it as an excuse to justify your position. Even I get no joy out of beating a weak champion, but for you Harman, it's the little moments in your life you have to make count. Where atleast on Kingdom, the only drama going around is Chris Sabertooth begging for redemption after embarrassing himself over and over. Honestly, I wouldn't even call that a drama, but more a tragedy.... slash comedy.

Now you speak of magic, but as I said. I don't feel comfortable with the idea of leading people on with illusions and slight of hand. I'm a horrible liar, always preferring to tell the truth. But what you said is similar to a concept that I believe in. Telling a joke. You set it up, you add more to it to build it up, and when you get to that moment where you deliver the punchline, everybody laughs, cries, feels that shame that they laughed, or simply don't get it. If you ask me, it's harder to be funny than it is to cut someone in half, or pull a rabbit out of a hat. Comedy doesn't win big time awards. Yet somehow, Comedies tend to have much more commercial success or has a longer lasting impression. Funny how the industry works like that, doesn't it?

And in a way, people try to justify this by saying, “Comedies don't need the wins.” “Comedies can stand on their own two legs.” Yet, why is it? Why is it, that in any form of business, people still want to pursue being taken seriously, or set up these standards of being a “professional.” Funny is taboo unless it's at the expense of another. You can't tell me that just because CM Nas throws one insult that someone, he is suddenly far more hilarious than Moongoose McQueen, who takes both his craft in wrestling and comedic timing seriously. It's no mistake that the 24/7 championship was created to cater around my creativity, because at that point, one thing could not be denied. People want this, but at the same time, they didn't want it.

Harman Ardelean. I'll ask you one last time. Do you truly want to take everything from me? Think this over. Re-consider what you are asking for when you make your claims that you want my van, my boys, my opportunity. You want that stuff so badly, you'd even put your job and status as “Kang” on the line, which if you ask me, isn't worth it. After all, I have multiple vans, sweeter than the one you keep pestering me about. I can replace my boys, and for a guy like me, there are many opportunities to come. But to take the mantle, not “God of War” but to usurper the identity of Moongoose McQueen and make it your own? Don't answer, I can sense the compassion from your voice and already know the answer. So be it. Let me show you, what you can get if you beat me.

(Moongoose snaps his fingers before the camera pans out and neon letter appears)

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Harman Ardelean, are you ready?! I mean, first, we start off small. The worse prize of the bunch. That God of War Medallion that is the trophy for winning the tournament and guarantees a future world title shot. Pffff. Right? Next please! Then we got this luxury gift basket of pickled products. We got pickles, pickles, and guess what? EVEN MORE PICKLES! I kind of got a deal with them. Then look at these specimens. These boys.

(Moongoose gestures over to Cameron and Consuelo De Bois as he show cases them.)

Trustworthy, loyal, these guys would make anyone a firm believer of bros before hoes. These boys, handpicked, and tested, without a shadow of the doubt, the best pieces of furniture I ever had. Had them get on all fours, and Revy with a whack of a crowbar to the knee... Didn't break once. Isn't that right, Consuelo?

(Consuelo blushes and giggles doing the gesture, “Oh stop, you.)

And now, the grand prize. This custom van, that isn't like that hunk of trash that I was driving around during my 24/7 days. Nah, when you are a real “King” you gotta travel in style. Seat warmers, Bose bluetooth speakers, 670 horsepower, and it has an hydraulic system so that this baby can bounce. The interior, real suede leather that feels like your driving on a Cloud. And the horn? Plays “Cucaracha.” But waits, there is more, let's check out that interior. Come on!

(The camera man follows Moongoose and he leads them to the door. The Boys slides the side doors and ushers us in as insides the van, we see and entertainment system And seats that are the size of beds.)

Harman, I think the term you were looking for is “My van-sa worth more than ..su casa.” And the shocker? This isn't even my best van. I have more of these, because people seem to forget that outside of wrestling, I'm a very lucrative business man who can afford to do crazy antics and get away with it. I have investments, I have sponsors. I have... “connections.” Hell, even if you don't beat me at Civil War, if you want this damn van so badly. I'll give it to you. After all, I'm sure even a guys like you.... would want his casket being driven away in something far more respectable than that hunk of metal and venerial diseases you call your “pride and joy.”

But yeah, all this and more can be yours, IF you beat me at Civil War and claim the title of “God of War.”..... But there is a catch. Oh how there is always a catch. The catch being that, the man you think you will become by beating me, isn't as blessed as you'd hope to be. Just because I have all these amazing things that can make envious in the eyes of every man, I carry with me a great burden. A curse beyond the levels of gods and magic.

Are you listening carefully, Harman. What I am, is beyond gods and magic. I have transcend and become something more akin to that of a force of nature. An ideal that has manifest into something physical and real that everyone is so afraid of. Something that people believe has no place to be a top of any business. A being that seems to be too much for one to comprehend because apparently, a man who laughs and laughs often cannot be taken seriously or considered a threat. People, hundreds, millions, billions, who think that is the case, so small and feeble minded, told that Moongoose McQueen isn't fit to lead and revolutionize. It's not shame or embarrassment, it's fear. Fear that one man can turn a tradition, a standard thought upside down, and make you question everything. How can a man like Moongoose McQueen, a jokester, a madman, be the thing that the people need?

OWA, the world, they don't want to know. They try to bury me. Force me into a confine space and divison like the 24/7 title, only to have me break free of those chains once I've caught wind. This idea that I'm different, and thus gullible, I'm insulted. And rather than keep me at bay and suspended, OWA failed, and it has only act as the catalyst to the inevitable. You can't sweep me under the rug no more. You can't leave me out of your big shows. You can't distract me with objects like titles. I'm catching on to you, OWA, and so are the people. If you won't give the people what they want, then you leave me with little choice.

I'll insert myself in to the top, by any means, or memes, necessary. Harman Ardelean, you are pathetic thinking that you can take everything I've worked so hard for over night. Fuckin' Millennial. When you have yet to truly know the struggle I've been through, consistently discriminated for choosing to be different, and alienated and kept away from opportunities. I've beaten world title contenders and still put on the bench, that is no coincidence. Just another means to downplay me and make me struggle when no one is more entitled than yours truly.

I shouldn't have to beat you to be the “God of War.” I shouldn't have to beat you to be the next contender for the world title. I've have long earned that title and opportunity, but alas, OWA insists to play me as a clown instead what I truly am. OWA's worse nightmare. But at Civil War, Harman, when I beat you, you will learn. You are not the one destined to change the perspective of the world. I am. You will not beat me. You will not take anything from me. You will never be able to live up to the legacy that is Moongoose McQueen, because no matter how hard you try, no man, no god, will ever achieve the notoriety of the Disaster Artist. The Leader of the Shin-SEKAI. The most entertaining man in the business....they can most certainly try, but I will always be... the one.... true.... “kang.”

You want to be me so badly? You don't deserve my best if you aren't willing to accept the worse. And at Civil War, Harman, you will get just that.

(Moongoose McQueen pulls out a match box, and flicks ones and lights a flame. McQueen lights the gift basket up as the flame starts to build up. Moongoose then tosses it into the interior of the van and throws in the “God of War” sign as well, before slamming the door shut.)

You wanted that so badly? Take it. You will get what you deserve, and what that is is “nothing” NOTHING!!! Everything about you is just magic. It's all a lie and deception, and I see through it. And Harman, the sad truth is, you haven't even seen me yet. You can't tell by looking at me, is it comedy or is it tragedy? But the answer is simply both.

(Smoke starts to fill up in the background as it leaks through the opening in the van)

How often is it that that greatest joke is at the expense of someone else? Forgive me if I'm the type of person that rather have people laugh with me rather than at me, but that's just how toxic the world of wrestling has become. OWA thinks it can break me down, wittle me into a husk of a man, that will either comply and get serious, or become the constant butt of jokes while guys and women like Stephanie Matsuda and Chris Sabertooth get a shot before me, but despite outsmarting them, out wrestling them, outing them in every single field you can think of. Charisma, talent, passion, hatred, redemption, Moongoose McQueen is put second, no third, no, fourth, fifth, last! No more!!

(The van behind Moongoose explodes and goes up in flames as metal and chunks of burning pickles and debris fall from the sky. Moongoose unfazed as the flames behind him spreads. Moongoose face starts to turn into a grin, before he starts cackling in laughter as a team works behind him to put out the flames. McQueen's laugh become louder and more obnoxious as the boys try to pull McQueen away from the heat, but McQueen shoves them away. And continues to laugh.)

Is this for real? Is this really happening? Am I really this close of my ultimate goal of becoming the world champion? Someone pinch me. I must be dreaming. One win away.

(McQueen grabs a piece of burning debris from the floor, he stares at the flame on the tip of the rod, before slamming it on top of his head over and over until it breaks in half. McQueen's eyes widen as blood pours down his head, a huge Cheshire grin on his face.)

It is real! Hahaha! This is really happening! The nightmare is almost over! Cameron, Consuelo!! Get Revy! Get CASPIAN! Get everyone, open a tab at the bar! Drinks are on me tonight!

(The boys run off as cheers can be heard in the background. McQueen starts to twirl around as blood slowly pours down his face and onto his white suit. He twirls dancing while the background shows the destruction of his van as people frantically try to put it out. He falls over and on his back as camera pans over to and over head shot of Moongoose lying on his back, laughing into the night. He starts to scream out loud and laugh uncontrollably)

Moongoose McQueen wins!! Moongoose Wins the big one!! I can't stop myself! What the greatest joke ever told?!!

(Camera goes to black)

Civil War Promo #1: “Indifference”

(Word Count: Sheesh..)

Eris: Oh you thought I cared about this fucking match? I have no loyalty to Odyssey at all, it's a brand full of idiots who only get opportunities because they know people. I'm not going to fucking represent them in some stupid match. I'm here to cleanse them ALL

STEP INTO THE VOID, YOU MAY NEVER RETURN

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) October 17th 2019, 11:12 pm by **Jeff X**

Mind and Body

Chicago, IL

October 17, 2019

The scene opens up to the backstage area of Soldier Field just days before OWA Civil War. The camera pans through the halls as stagehands and production workers hustle back and forth. Some of them are pushing equipment cases while others are carrying truss. Everyone seems to be in such a rush to try and ensure that the arena is completely ready for Saturday night when Civil War will be broadcast live to a worldwide television audience. In fact, everyone is so focused on the task at hand, that none of them even realize that the OWA Spartans Champion is sitting amongst them. The camera zooms in towards the corner of the room where Jeff X indeed does sit on top of a production case, leaning against the wall, and just staring out at all of the bustling activity that’s going on around him. He’s dressed in a dark plaid button down, a dusty pair of Levi’s jeans, and a scuffed up pair of work boots. He has his camouflage Realtree cap pulled down a little low, to try and avoid being recognized by any of the workers. Jeff takes a drink from the bottle of Bud Light in his hand as the camera moves even closer to him. Once we are close enough to hear, Jeff begins to speak very softly in that light southern accent of his.

“As you can see, I’ve arrived in Chicago a little bit earlier than normal this week. I wanted to watch as my arena is built. I wanted to witness, first-hand, the construction of Civil War...because Civil War is going to be a truly history making event ladies and gentlemen. Not because all three brands are fighting for supremacy by going head to head to head in a 4 vs. 4 vs. 4 match. No that’s not it. And not because we’re going to witness the crowning of a brand new God of War. Hell, I’m not even talking about the fact that all three World Champions will be facing off against one another for the first time ever. No...what’s going to make Civil War a truly historic event...is that it will mark the end of both Layne Kurobane and Roni Ozborn.”

Jeff takes another sip as he slowly pulls a pack of Marlboro Reds from the front pocket of his shirt. He lights one up, and breathes a cloud of smoke into the room, which catches the attention of several workers, however nobody says anything about it.

“And obviously I don’t mean the end of their title reigns. This weekend, none of our championship belts are up for grabs...lucky for them. They will still walk into the next Odyssey and Olympus with their respective belts draped over their shoulders. There’s nothing I can do to stop that. And I’m not talking about ending their careers either. No, no, no...I don’t hold enough ill will towards either of them to even try and pretend like that’s something that’s on my agenda...so for all you Roni and Layne fans out there, relax...I’m sure that the both of them will go on to have long and successful careers even after what I do to them this Saturday night. But...that begs the question, doesn’t it? Just what do I mean when I claim that Civil War is the end of my two opponents. It’s simple really...I mean that the facade that is Layne Kurobane and Roni Ozborn will finally reach its end. The illusion that either of them are my equals will die. We aren’t peers...far from it. And in a mere 48 hours I am going to prove that to the entire world.”

Jeff hits his smoke again as he slides off of the case and casually walks over to where the curtain will eventually be hung. He leans against the wall and stares out at the ring being constructed.

“Roni...I know all too well how it feels to lose someone so close to you. I’m glad that you were able to turn the loss of your mentor into motivation to go out and capture that Goddesses Championship. After hearing your words earlier this week, your story has become even more inspiring and I truly hope that people all around the world have watched you throughout your career here in OWA and I hope that they use your journey as a blueprint for how to achieve their own dreams. I also truly believe that Crowe would be incredibly proud of everything you have accomplished here Roni. How could he not be? But...that being said, I hope for his sake that there isn’t a television in the afterlife because he should not have to see what’s going to happen to his prized pupil at Civil War. Because while your story is awe-inspiring and truly made for Hollywood set...the sad truth is that this isn’t a movie Roni...this is real fucking life. And my statement from earlier in the week still stands. You aren’t in our league. You proved that in the very same promo you cut to defend yourself from my remarks. You cited your accolades in all kinds of brutal matches prior to coming to OWA...but...newsflash Roni...none of that shit matters. Everything before OWA? Irrelevant. This is the big leagues sweetheart and if it didn’t happen here then it might as well have never happened at all. Hell, the guys from the Jackass movies put their bodies through some shit too but that doesn’t mean they can step into the ring with men like myself or Layne, does it? You also cited your prior history of competing against men as if it that should give some validity to your placement in this match...and maybe it would have...if you had ever been successful against even one of them. But you said it yourself Roni...all you’ve ever done when you step into the ring with the opposite sex is lose. While women like Aria Jaxon, Tarah Nova, and even Natalie Cage have been doing their best to prove that women can compete on the same level as men...you continuously prove Saudi Arabia's laws correct by being inferior. S congratulations, Roni...you’re officially a fucking detriment to women’s rights everywhere. Never fear though, because I do believe in equality. It’s why you don’t have to worry about me taking it easy on you Roni...I only know one speed when that bell sounds...and trust me when I tell you that you’re going to get the best of Jeff X. Just like everyone else. Because that’s what the audience pays to see. Jeff X at his very best. And it doesn’t matter whether you’re a man, woman, black, white, christian, atheist...It simply does NOT matter...I will do my job to the best of my ability. Unfortunately for you though Roni...the best of my ability will always be superior to your own. Because we are not three equals, Roni. We are no triforce. Hell, Layne didn’t even know who the hell you were. If anything, you are holding us down in this matchup. You’re boxing out of your weight class darlin’...and in the end you will be exposed as the one true weak-link amongst the champions of OWA. Good luck Roni...and I don’t mean with the matchup...there’s not enough luck in the world to help you with that...but good luck maintaining that spot of your on Odyssey after you inevitably embarrass the entire brand at Civil War.”

Jeff walks down the stage, passing a crew worker on the way, while still smoking his cigarette. He stops at the foot of the stage and stares up at the empty arena surrounding him. He takes another drink from his bottle and walks through the open guardrail, taking a seat in the front row of the stands. He drops his cigarette to the floor and steps on it, putting it out before continuing.

“But of course Roni is just one piece of the puzzle. We still have my old, dear friend Layne Kurobane. The man who is just so god-damn smart that he knows me better than I know myself. He knows every move that I’m going to make before I even make it. He knows what I’m going to eat for dinner tonight and how many shits I’m going to take tomorrow. The thing is though Layne...I don’t care what you think you know...because it doesn’t fucking matter. You may indeed know my every move, but guess what...you also know that the sun is going to come up tomorrow...and the truth is, you’d have an easier time trying to prevent that very sun from rising than you will have trying to stop me at Civil War. And if I’m that damn predictable Layne...why is that I always manage to get the best of you? Why is it that...despite all that talent...all that intelligence...at the end of the day...it’s always me...the beer-drinking simpleton that’s standing on top leaving you wondering just where you went wrong. Do you want to know why Layne? It really is a simple explanation. While you really do have the talent to take you to the top of this entire industry...you lack the motivation Layne. You fight without any sense of purpose. ‘Oh, but I fight to prove that I’m the best and to beat the next person I face’...Oh seriously just shut the fuck up. Literally EVERYONE tries to beat the next person they face...it’s kind of our fucking job Layne. But you have a one track mind and that’s all that you can focus on. You don’t care about anything else. Hell you didn’t even care enough about this match to even bother finding out who Roni Ozborn was. You’ve already stated that you don’t care about your own brand. Roni cares about hers. I care about mine. But you? You fight for nothing but yourself. And it’s why you will always fail against me. You may not want to believe it...but it’s the truth. It’s why you’ve been stuck in the exact same spot for the entirety of the time that you’ve been in OWA. You used your sheer ability to immediately launch yourself into Spartans Championship contention. You won that title over Monolith when you were still in the infancy of your career and everyone...hell, myself included...we all thought you were destined for greatness. But here you sit over a year later in the same damn spot you were in then. Rather than taking your career to the next level, your spot on the Civil War car remains exactly where it was last year at this time...in the mid-card championship match at Civil War. And that’s where you’ll remain until you finally get the heart to match that talent of yours Layne. And until that day comes...I will continue to beat you. Over and over and over again until I finally make you realize that everything you thought you knew is wrong. Because you’re not the best wrestler in the world Layne...I am.”

Just then the ring workers drape the ring skirt down and back away from the now completed wrestling ring. Jeff stands up, staring at the ring intently. He tilts his bottle up and finishes what remains in it - all whilst his eyes remain fixated on the ring.

“Well...Layne...Roni...it would appear that the stage is finally set. In two days time this arena will be packed to the rafters with fans all staring at that ring...that very ring right there. They’ll be watching as the three of us compete inside of it to determine who the best champion in OWA truly is. They’ll be first-hand witnesses to me proving to the world that Roni Ozborn lacks the ability that Layne and I have...and that Layne Kurobane lacks the heart that Roni and I possess. But me? I am the perfect blend of spirit and talent. And I am going to prove this Saturday that the OWA belongs to Kingdom and it is I that sits alone on top of that very kingdom. Because I am the best. I am the workhouse. I am...your...Spartans Champion.”

Jeff turns his back to the camera and walks up the still under-construction ramp towards the back, so that he can exit the arena. Some of the workers finally notice him and start whispering to one another while pointing in Jeff’s direction. Jeff hears them and simply smirks as he reaches for another cigarette.

[Fade to Black]

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