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Here is where you can post your work for upcoming matches on weekly shows or major events, or just put up a piece for character development. Before you get started here are the rules of the page!
-There is a TWO promo/2000 word limit for our regular bi-weekly shows and THREE promo/3000 word limit for our major events!

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

-You must wait 48 HOURS before double posting. If your opponent has not responded to your first promo within a 48 hour period and you'd like to release another, you may do so. However keep in mind that with the promo limit, if you expend both promos, your opponent has the right to do their two (or three on a PPV week) uninterrupted.

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Emmanuelle
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 31st 2019, 11:14 pm by Emmanuelle
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.
The Cleanser
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 31st 2019, 11:07 pm by The Cleanser
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*


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Nyx
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post 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. 


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Artemis
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post 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. 
Jesus Christ
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 31st 2019, 1:36 am by Jesus Christ
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.*
Bull Connors
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 30th 2019, 11:59 pm by Bull Connors
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...]
DampshawIIIఒ
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 30th 2019, 10:39 am by DampshawIIIఒ
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.
MavericksINC
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 30th 2019, 1:15 am by MavericksINC
(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)
DiVa
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post 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)
Karina-Ann
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post 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.
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Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post 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...
The Udy
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post 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)
Jake Keeton
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post 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.
Jeff X
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post 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]
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Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 21st 2019, 6:45 pm by Muhammad/Maggall
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?

OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) - Page 4 Maxresdefault: 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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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!
Nas
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post 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.]]
Bull Connors
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 17th 2019, 11:59 pm by Bull Connors
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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Aria Jaxon
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 17th 2019, 11:58 pm by Aria Jaxon
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.


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Diantha Rosso
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 17th 2019, 11:58 pm by Diantha Rosso
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.
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Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 17th 2019, 11:54 pm by El Ironico
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
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Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 17th 2019, 11:39 pm by "The Golden Voice"
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.
Tarah Moore
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 17th 2019, 11:25 pm by Tarah Moore


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.


  WORDS:  1613 | TAGGED: TEAM KINGDOM & TEAM ODYSSEY
© TARAH JAY NOVA

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


OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) - Page 4 Sytycb10



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)
The Cleanser
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 17th 2019, 11:15 pm by The Cleanser
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
Jeff X
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post 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]
Gareth Cason
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 17th 2019, 11:09 pm by Gareth Cason
Civil War Promo #1: “Battle Lines Are Drawn” 


(Word Count: 1,575)


I'm fucking done with being asked why I do things.


Gareth: I'm no mystery wrapped in an enigma. What I do simply gives me the best odds of winning a contest. Whether it offends people or not. And they're welcome to get offended if they'd like. It's just I seem to almost always come out the better for it. Always being rewarded for being the most resourceful man in the ring. That's what sports are all about. Being able to take what's an established and stalwart idea and spinning it into a win. Sadly, others want to fight by the rules and clean. I shouldn't have to explain this after a year and change of being in this company. But the notion of honor and valor in fighting seems like bullshit to me. Really, what would I gain by staying within the confines of the rules? What would set me apart from any other wrestler in this bloody company? Nothing, that's what. But really all this is to win. That's my end goal. To win, that's all anyone ever wants. I've said it before. I'll say it again.


The scarcity of a true captain to right the ship of Olympus has set us on a course of failure.


Gareth: And yet people still ask what my motives are. So many will disagree when I say this, but Bull Connors is not a champion. He's never been a champion without Tarah Nova by his side and he never will be one again. His victory against Tarah Nova proved nothing to me. And his near loss against that absolute has-been CM Nas was an even more damning prospect. At Civil War, Connors gets the chance to put up or shut up. He has the pleasure of facing both Natalie Cage and Aria Jaxon. With my briefcase and I looming large over his efforts. It's easy to see that I've been the most dominant man in Omega Wrestling Alliance since stepping into the company. It's sad because none of that has ever transitioned into some sort of tangible meaning. Yes, the Television title was fulfilling for me. But it's a title I made amazing, then a bunch of fucking idiots took it and tarnished it. Now it'll never be the same again because of those idiots. No I mean the brass Ring itself. A world title. But don't worry, I'm on my way toward it. I've been waiting in the shadows Bull. There's a reason as well that the captains of the respective teams aren't the world champions. At least, in your case there is. Because I am the biggest player on Olympus. Because I am what makes Olympus amazing. I am what runs the show. And I am what fans come to see, whether they want me to win or lose. You can't say any of that for yourself. And even if you could, it'd be a lie. Now being the captain of team Olympus...


Finally… the TRUE captain comes to right the ship before everyone goes overboard


Gareth: one of my jobs is to identify reasons why team Olympus is going to pull out the victory over Kingdom and Odyssey. Welp, let's start with CM Nas himself. I've said a whole lot about you recently. While it's true my teammate Tarah Nova is your wife, it's sad to see that she's aged much better than you in the sense of wrestling. Though neither of you had convincing world title reigns. CM Nas, you've become complacent. You've coasted on the success of your legacy and sold your name and glory for merchandising deals and lucrative contracts. You are pathetic. Unworthy of your “conquering messiah” branding and your status as a legend within the business. Oh, and I see you brought along another person who “beat me” too. We'll just have a JOLLY OLD FOURSOME ON THIS PAY-PER-VIEW HUH!? I barely even know who you are Miltiades But it seems obvious to me how this is going down. You need money because you put your feet up a while ago and now you’re back so you asked for a booking. They just so happened to book you in a match with the most dangerous, craziest fucking bloke in this entire company. I'll have you sitting down faster than you did after CM Nas beat you live on PAY-PER-VIEW. I'll break the rest of what you got so you can never step into this fucking ring again and act like you're some big shit because you won some fluke match against me. I'm not gonna fucking hear it anymore about how you fucking beat me. It's maddening how many of you people think it matters, hell, I don't even talk about my Mixed Martial arts experience anymore. Because it really doesn't matter compared to my experience in this ring against people like you and all these old timers who think they're still able to go. You wanna go look at some tapes? Go see what I did to Hades The Hellraiser. He was pretty important in some other company. What about Stark? Go look at what I did to him, or maybe look right in front of your face at your partner CM Nas, Miltiades. Go look at what I've done to him. Because it'll all be the exact same shit I'm going to do to you. I'm willing to tell you my strategy too, you know why? I use the same one in all of my matches. And you know why I'm not worried? Because nothing you've done in this fucking company has been legit, you better hope and pray that you don't see me in that ring. Because I will DESTROY YOU. I WILL FUCKING HURT YOU MILTIADES. YOU UNDERSTAND?


Lost my cool there for a second… not quite sorry about it though.


Gareth: What about Christopher Sabertooth? He's beaten me before right? Yep, smack dab in the middle of the ring. We also fought to a double countout once. But at final destination, I achieved the biggest blow either of us have cast in our war. I won the Ascension To The Heavens briefcase. Christopher happened to also be in that match by the way. But of course, as you can see, he was not as fortunate as I was. So analyzing that wrinkle in our feud, I think I've turned out better. You, Christopher have been stuck under the main event players of Kingdom ever since you got there. While I have been the premiere player on Olympus. How funny that you won the first battle, yet I've set myself up to be the more successful of the two of us. And you can be just as angry as you'd like about it. I am better than you. Your dad CM Nas, not Miltiades. Nobody, nobody can help you.


The only way to get by is to gain power. The only way to gain power is through change.


Gareth: Odyssey is full of the same people who either can't get it done or never had the chance. It's funny how this business can just chew you up and spit you out. At one point, Diantha Moreau was the one to beat Natalie Cage. Really, she was definitely in the running it seemed. But she never got it done and put her feet up from there. Persephone Bane is the one with the Athena's cup right? Or was it Eris? Oh well, they seem like the same person to me. Except one has a group of emo chicks beside them. I don't care enough to know because by the time I know their names they'll be one step closer to being on the business end of punishment. Odyssey itself tends to tout itself as the best wrestling brand this side of the OWA. I don't quite see it. Maybe it's because you have people that are trying to get promoted from there like it's the OWT. You got Tarah Nova, who never wrestled in the women's division. You got Aria Jaxon who did wrestle women in the beginning but bailed on it before Odyssey was created. You got Matsuda who never performed on the Odyssey brand despite debuting long after it was created, and then you got people like April Song who played double duty between both Odyssey and Olympus. The Dollhouse tends to do the same thing. Look, the point is if it's a women's show, but you got women who don't even want to be there, how can it be the best wrestling in OWA? That just doesn't make sense to me.


The time has come, to rally the troops in a war against ourselves.


Gareth: As for my teammates, I expect them to be nothing if not game. Tarah is always game. Always ready to take punishment. One of the most resilient wrestlers I've ever seen. So I do have confidence in her. Kevin Maverick and The Derelict are also both former champions. I trust in their wrestling ability, I trust in their ability to win this match for Olympus. I trust that this victory is ours to take…


Because team Kingdom and Odyssey…


At Civil War… you won't be stepping into the ring with a normal man.


You'll be stepping into the ring with a man that is.


LEGIT. FUCKING. DANGEROUS.


*The sound of Gareth chuckling can be heard as the feed fades out to nothing* 
Diantha Rosso
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 17th 2019, 10:47 pm by Diantha Rosso
“..It wasn’t MY war! YOU ASKED ME, I DIDN’T ASK YOU! AND I DID WHAT I HAD TO DO TO WIN, BUT SOMEBODY WOULDN’T LET US WIN!...” 


Beating Amelia and earning a spot on Team Odyssey...It doesn’t satisfy me. I don’t care about fighting the people involved in this match. I don’t care too much personally about brand superiority or anything like that. At this point, I’m just happy to have a fight at all considering everything that has happened. Gold continues to elude me, people continue to mock me, and even though I’m starting to hear the cheers that I so desperately wanted from the fans not even their support can ease the ache of my heart right now. Something darker, something far less pure than love is what I need right now. Why do I say that? Do you all know how hard it is to watch someone continue to bask in self-congratulations knowing that your place is stolen from you? I should be wrestling Aria and Bull...but I’m not. It was destiny I suppose for me to be involved in this elimination match. Destiny it is. 


I can’t say fate isn’t completely cold-hearted however. There are plenty of people here that I have some outstanding business with. Others, I have some new business with. But, first and foremost, I think it’s high time that some family business was settled. Carlos, you are not the same boy I grew up with. You and I used to get along so well until I started trying to wrestle. As I tried harder to get involved in this sport, you got more and more hostile. Why? Do you resent me for some reason? I think it's time for me to be honest with you, brother: I have been resentful of you for a long time. I hate the fact that you have all the talent that I wish I had. You were blessed with size, power, athleticism that I would kill to have. You have every tool in the universe at your disposal...but you continue to squander them. It’s like you’ve decided to take it easy and not even try anymore and it makes me sad. You should have a World Championship by now in OWA but all you have are excuses, friends who seem to be more interested in fighting each other than helping you, and a manager that has gotten ever increasingly tired of your shit.


I think I understand why you resent me so much, brother. You see all the qualities in me that you lack now: Determination. Heart. Resilience. I don’t have your physical tools, but I have the soul that you wish you had. I’ll show you every bit of it if we get the chance to fight. And I’ll beat you and earn my last name. You know of what I speak, don’t you? 


What business do you have with me, Shock Collar? I don’t have any problems with you or your husband, even though we are on separate teams for this match. Yes, I was among the wolves. So were you at one point. Are we being selective in how our individual sins are absolved now? You have done far more damage to people in the wrestling world than I ever have, but for some reason my “crimes” are worthy of your scorn and contempt? Hypocritical, aren’t you? What about all those deep, dark days that you once had? Are you completely removed from your sins, Tarah? Do you have the right to judge me? 


I think not.


I’m trying to change. Hard. I’m no angel, but I’ve played by the rules and tried to do things the right way...you saw what that got me when I went against Natalie, huh? Someone else made up new rules. I will never be an ambassador of wrestling like you or Aria or Stephanie Matsuda...I’m not built like that. All I’ve ever wanted was to be accepted, not necessarily by the fans. But by people like you...the people in the locker room. If it takes an exchange of fists to show you that I’m maturing not only as a person but as a wrestler, so be it. One thing that you should keep in mind is that even though I had the mark of the wolves, I was always a lioness. And I always will be one. You have no right to wave my past in my face as a reason to hold a grudge. I don’t see Haruna Sakazaki or even your buddies Aria and Stephanie holding your past in your face these days. I’m my own woman and have been since I walked out of that miserable compound on my own volition. I look forward to showing you just how far I’ve come since you were fighting the wolves. 


And your teammates? Kevin seems to be lost in his own mind these days and is quite lost without his Openweight title. Sadly he’s also quite superficial. No matter. A lot of people have made fun of the way I look before and he probably won’t be the last person to not rate me so highly in terms of beauty. I’d rather be feared than admired anyway. Kevin, you are not as great a showman as you think you are and if you think that just because you’re scraping by on the charisma and names of people you’ve associated with in the past that you are better than me, I will be more than happy to prove you wrong. The skies of OWA belong to me, not you or anyone else...and if you doubt me, I will shatter you with Space Turbulence. Gareth knows of me, I think. We were two of the people fighting over that briefcase at final destination, where he prevailed. I have a healthy respect of his capabilities and I will admit watching my brother tap out against him brought a smile to my face. That said, we’re lined up on the opposite ends of the ring again and I don’t care about the danger, I’ll face it head on. He may be dangerous, but I am the Legitimate One. The Derelict even went so far as I’m so much like my brother. We are similar...but not the same. He’s arrogant, loud, and frankly stupid. I’ve bided my time, operate with respect for all of my opponents regardless of how I feel about them personally. We may share blood, but that’s all. What do you care about me for anyway, eh? You surely didn't see me as a threat to you at all. Why waste your time calling me out? Or, maybe a revelation came to you as my brother was dragging you around the arena by your unkempt beard? Perhaps watching me jump off of a production truck onto dozens of people outside with no regard for human life or even my own well being keyed you in on something: 


Rossos are, if nothing else, mentally unstable killing machines if provoked. 


I don’t care how big, ugly or tough you think you are, if you cross me, I’ll show that I am more than capable of holding my own in battle. 


It seems like a hell of a paradox, no? I’m trying to escape my brother, my family...but I long to be accepted by them. I shun my brother, but the first thing that so many see when they see me is him. Derelict points it out every opportunity he has had. Coincidentally, Sabretooth also mentioned it. He, along with my brother, CM Nas and Miltiades, are the representatives of Kingdom. Christopher...I don’t know if you understand what happened to me or not, but if fair play were a thing on Odyssey, I wouldn’t even be wrestling you this week. I would be competing against the other World Champions. I do try to distance myself from my brother and admittedly his shadow is a long one to stand behind. He has won more championships than I have won matches in OWA. He is a former Television Champion here and, as I’m sure he would tell you 100 times if he were here, it took a four way match against three super-heavyweights to finally oust him from that perch. 


You are correct about one thing, Christopher. Even if I do win this match, even if I am literally the last human being standing at Civil War...I can’t escape that ever-looming shadow that way. There is only one way to achieve that end and I think we both know what that is. You may have the most experienced Rosso on Kingdom, but the more dangerous and more vicious one resides on Odyssey. You would be wise to be aware of that. 


There are some people in this match I honestly don’t care about at all. Their presence doesn’t excite me or make me feel anything. CM Nas was a great champion once upon a time, but it seems like his concerns are elsewhere these days. In a strange way, I can relate to him. Miltiades I can’t relate to at all...other than him being in my brother’s shadow. Carlos ended his Television Championship reign and just beat him recently once again. And now he’s forced to team with him for the “benefit of the group” as well? Heh...that alone probably makes Kingdom less of a threat, now that I think about it. The infighting that my brother will surely cause will keep them from being a united front. 


My mind and heart are all over the place, indeed. But if I have to compete in this match, I’m pretty sure that Viola in her “infinite wisdom” couldn’t have selected a better team. Eris has a power that I don’t think I’ve seen matched in OWA, even among men. I remember watching both of her matches with April Song, how she ran through the field in the Athena’s Cup tournament. I have seen just how brutal Persephone Bane can be. If anyone can neutralize someone like a Kevin Maverick or a Tarah Nova, she surely can. Dulce Torres is someone that I am proud to team with. I believe that someday in the very near future she will hold gold again, and it was an honor to challenge her for the Goddesses Title. We may not have the collective resumes of the Olympus team or the sheer star power of the Kingdom team, but I resolutely believe in not only myself but my Odyssey sisters. We may not be friends. We may never team again in any shape or form, but this one night, this one epic war...we all stand united. 


We may be smaller than most of you, we may not be as strong physically, but Odyssey has done nothing but give people the world over the best wrestling program consistently ever since its inception. I hate our champion, I hate our general manager, I am indifferent to most of the roster as people...but as wrestlers, we have a certain solidarity. We are not like Aria, Tarah, Matsuda, Song...we truly embody the future of women’s wrestling. We don’t need to compete with the men to raise the bar. We just like to mix it up with them every once in a while to show how it’s done. 


Once the dust has settled in the Civil War and Odyssey’s proud contingent return triumphant to Saturday Nights, I think it’s time that the general manager and I have a frank and honest discussion. Because no matter what anyone says, as far as Natalie and I are concerned…


Nothing is over. Absolutely nothing. 


While this Civil War lasts only for a night, the war that I have with that woman will go on for a hundred years if it has to for me to claim my vengeance. Every little highlight package, every little bit of self-lauding...I see it all, I remember it all, and even if I have to storm my way from the very bottom of the mountain to knock her from the top of it, I'll do so. And any human being put in front of me from now until that day comes will feel every bit of pain, frustration and lust for vengeance with every blow I strike.


My path to salvation only comes from sending the rest of you straight to Hell.
Dulce Torres
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 17th 2019, 10:21 pm by Dulce Torres
There's this talk in this match about Team Odyssey. The discussions aren't about me. Opponents like Christopher Sabertooth and Tarah Nova have given me the praise that I am the "future" of this company and how I'm one of the most "dominating" Goddesses Champions in this company's small history. Sure, it would be so simple for me to fangirl over this praise and let it get inside my head. I can't make all of this fame, recognition, and admiration to get inside my head. Stepping outside my brand, I realize some people admire me. It was something that I never expected at all. I have Tarah's daughter that looks at me as a role model? Like, that's unbelievable to me. Never in a million years did I expect to be anyone's role model. I do have opponents that give me the proper respect I desire to get around here. Sure, I will face opponents that don't see me in a positive light. They'll claim that I've only had the success I have by facing nameless competition or competition that is not up to par with the skills that I possess. Going into this match, I have prepared myself for all these outrageous statements. I have made myself for men and women who want to see me and Team Odyssey fail. I've got people like Tarah and Christopher feeling bad for me. They look at Team Odyssey as a lost cause because of the women on my team. Yes, my team consists of women who are selfish, edgy, and self-destructing women, but I don't want to throw in the towel before Civil War. It's never been my way to approach things. I've never gained the reputation of throwing in the towel when things don't seem to go my way. As much as I love that they have sympathy for my situation, I don't want them to feel like they have to go easy on me.

I admire that Tarah will show me no mercy in the match. I didn't go into this match, hoping for people to go easy on me. I'm not someone that needs people lowering their wrestling skills to appease me. I'm the type of woman who builds herself from reaching the level of competition like Tarah Nova and Aria Jaxon. These two are the women that I want to be as good as, and I will not stop until I accomplish the task. It's such a shame that Maya's mother is trying to tell me that I'm an excellent Alpha, but I can't lead my team to victory. I don't mean to be bringing Tarah's daughter into this little discussion, nor do I don't mean any disrespect to Tarah, Maya, or the Moore family. I need to ask Tarah this: what kind of role model would I be for little girls like her daughter if I throw in the towel because the odds don't look so good for Odyssey and me? What kind of role model does that make me if I don't even get out of my comfort zone and try something scary? Tarah has made a career of being a leader, but Donny Diamond didn't trust her to lead Olympus at Civil War. I'm not saying any of this to throw it across her face, but it baffles me knowing that I may not have experience of being a leader, but Viola DeMarco trusts me with being the right woman to lead Odyssey to victory. What's Gareth Cason's experience of being a leader? CM Nas' experience of being a leader? Tragically, a woman who could lead Olympus to victory has to take a back seat for Gareth Cason. I mean, where's the rest of Tarah's team? The same question could get thrown to my face, but isn't Team Olympus supposed to display a united front? I don't want to put up a front and pretend that Team Odyssey is on the same page. Diantha Moreau, Eris, and Persephone Bane are three women with their objectives. They may not bleed pink as I do. They don't care about being part of Odyssey like I do. Guess what? I do care. I do care about representing my brand with every fiber of my being. I care about my brand's performance at Civil War. I can go into this match with a team or by myself, and I'm still going to deliver a performance that no one will ever forget. If that makes me an easy target for Tarah Nova, Olympus, or Kingdom, then so be it. My point to Tarah was: what kind of role model will I be to throw in the towel and not try? I couldn't look at myself the same way if I did that, and I'll be disgusted with myself. I want a fight from the Best Woman Alive. I want to know the reason why I looked up to Tarah Nova in my wrestling career. I don't look at this only for an opportunity to represent my brand against the best. I look at this match as an opportunity to stand face-to-face against a woman I've looked up to, and I have inspired to be; I don't plan to disappoint anyone. If Tarah wants me in my best, she'll not only get my best but the best the Odyssey and OWA have to offer.  


I'm a woman of my word. Believe that.

Oh, Christopher, of course, you would bring up Team Odyssey for having a dysfunctional team. It makes me wonder how many times people will bring that up this week? I knew it was going to be a go-to argument in this match up. I knew I was going to get the lines of "You are one of the best competitors in this company, but your team is dysfunctional." I told Tarah that already that I'm not going to put up an act and say that Team Odyssey is on the same page. I'm aware of who my teammates are. I can do everything in my power to make Diantha, Eris, and Persephone want to win, but they got to want success for our brand. I can't force them, and I can't make them see it my way. As a leader, all I can do is lead by example. It's what I have done since my first reign as Goddesses Champion. It's what I continued to do in my second reign. It's something that I'm doing going into Civil War. I am the woman who reigned as Goddesses Champion for almost a year. Viola DeMarco saw me as the perfect Alpha to lead her brand into Civil War. Meanwhile, it seems like it wasn't for Finnegan Wakefield, you would have never found your way onto this match. It must anger you that someone with your level of expertise. Your advanced wrestling skills were going to be left off this card, and there was nothing that you would have been able to do about it. I can relate, Christopher. That was me about a year ago, and Civil War was the stage where I proved that Dulce Torres was here and she's here to stay. I know that feeling. I can relate to the thought of whether I belonged in this company and if I was wasting my time or not. With where this is going, I could tell you the cliche that "things will get better," but you've probably heard that advice before? From your old man, from your peers in the back. Now, from an opponent who believes that you're a fantastic wrestler. I'm aware you don't need people telling you that, but see where this gets headed. She knows that she's going to get her head caved in a few days, but she couldn't care. Don't lose that confidence. Don't lose yourself. I was in the same boat as you, and there's a way out of it. The man who acts cocky at this moment isn't the same in his mind. In your brain, you're afraid of what happens if Kingdom doesn't pull off this victory? What's next for Christopher Sabertooth? What's next for the Last Real Wrestler? No matter what happens to me, I know that I have a bright future. I know that the stars will align for me, and I'll be OWA Women's Champion. I have done well as a woman with little experience in wrestling. I have a long way to go, but my future is bright. I look forward to facing you, Christopher. I look forward to the biggest match of my career. I will pass it with flying colors. 


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Kevin Maverick
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 17th 2019, 8:30 pm by Kevin Maverick
Civil War Promo #1

“Gods of Wrestling”

OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) - Page 4 Unknown


The camera opens to a car view of the open road as “The Greatest Showman” Kevin Maverick rides along the I-80 W. From the looks of it, he was somewhere in the middle of Pennsylvania, blasting the likes of The Blue Stones and Black Pistol Fire. Maybe there were some Strokes in there with a sprinkle of Interpol. He was in rock kind of mood as the spirit of rebellion welled up from within. He had no plans to leave the promotion; OWA was in complete disarray and he wanted to take advantage of the chaos. It was that time of the year where factions would face off against each other and he wanted a piece of the action. He wanted to show the world what he was made of and why he deserves a seat at the grown folks’ table. There was a new attitude within Kevin, one that wasn’t previously seen before. He was a man on a mission, determined to show the OWA Universe that he wasn’t some kind of a pushover, that he was a future main eventer, the star of the goddamn show. Where this mentality would take him was currently unknown - his only concern in the meantime was total domination of the Three-Way Team Elimination Match. If Olympus was the last team standing then another opportunity would present itself. Maverick had to stay on the hustle and grind. He had to keep his focus and stay on brand. This was a new beginning, a chance for the world to see this new, aggressive side of himself. He wanted the gold and if he had to be a cold-blooded assassin then so be it.

“Three brands, three teams. There can only be one. It practically sells itself, right? Twelve of OWA finest fighting for bragging rights. Heh, bragging rights. Do you want to know my opinion? That’s a cute way of tricking your roster into keeping their minds off the titles. But not me, I’m always seeking out gold. I’m gunning for eight people with the intention of laying them out with my own damn hands. I came to OWA to be the face of a division, but I’m staying to be the face of the promotion itself. Maybe this is what I needed - to aim higher than I was previously. I was so happy being the cruiserweight champion on some shuck and jive shit. But I can’t let that define my career, ya know? I have to keep going forward, no matter who’s standing in my path - be it the four chuckleheads on Kingdom, or the four thots over on Odyssey.”

Kevin shakes his head as he’s driving.

“First we have CM Nas - a guy who hasn’t been relevant since getting his ass beat by Jacob Senn. A man who lives in his own delusions. You see it in wrestling - dudes who walk around thinking they’re over than they actually are. They sit back jerking it to the praise they get from these fanboys on Twitter wishing thewy could be him and the depressed goth chicks wishing they were his wife, Tarah Nova. I’m not saying Nas is trash, I’m just saying he’s not the legend everyone makes him out to be. I mean he got his ass kicked by Keelan Callihan. WHO LETS THEMSELVES GET BEATEN BY KEELAN!? Then you have Stephanie Matsuda’s grandfather, Carlos Rosso. Hey dude - just because you fought in the ACTUAL CIVIL WAR doesn’t mean you have to be in this match, pops. You have Miltiades who could be confused for an extra from the show Vikings. Hell, he’s an extra here in OWA - spending more time at the catering table then he does in the ring. And lastly, for Kingdom, you have another one of Aria Jaxon’s victims, Chris Sabertooth. This man has more abs than he does brain cells. I don’t know if that’s something he should be proud of, but he sure smiles like it.”

Kevin laughs and shakes his head.       

“Then you have Saturday Night Thotdyssey, lead by Dulce de Leche, a LITERAL SNACK. I mean yeah homegirl looks like one, but that’s just about it. Well, at least she has her looks cut out for her. I can’t say the same for Diantha though. She looks like burnt toast - but she has a phatty. She can fly, but not as well as The Greatest Showman. But, I think I can pass on some lessons here and there throughout the match. As for Eris, she’s the only threat from that team I’m worried about. That’s a big bitch who can throw her weight around, that’s for sure. Then you have that steaming pile of Hot Topic Persephone Bane. Besides beating Jessica Rose, there’s not much to her. Wait! I hear she’s a good jogger. That’s just about it.”

Kevin shrugs as he’s focused on the road ahead.

“It’s no coincidence that the aptly named Olympus is going to tower over everyone like gods. It’s who we are, it’s what we do. We are the gods of wrestling after all. We have Gareth Cason, the next big thing in this industry. We have Tarah freaking Nova - quite possibly one of the best female wrestlers in the world. She could solo Odyssey on her own! And then you have The Derelict, the same man who took The Openweight Championship from my very hands. Sure I have some beef with him, but you know what? This is war, and you don’t always get to choose who you fight side by side with. And quite frankly, I couldn’t ask for a better team. We’re all current or former champions in our own right and thus the biggest threat in this match. I don’t have a reason to sweat bullets and once this match is over and we’re victorious, I can turn my attention to cementing my legacy. But my eyes will be looking beyond the Openweight Championship. I’ll be seeking a bigger prize. So let this weekend be the one of the biggest performances of The Greatest Showman’s career. Soldier Stadium will be in awe and so will you.”

Kevin winks at the camera and turns it off.
Christopher Sabertooth
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 17th 2019, 8:02 pm by Christopher Sabertooth
REDEMPTION


September 22 - Game Over

“I Am Electric” can be faintly heard in the background, as OWA officials help a limping Sabertooth back to the locker room. They hand him an ice pack and a bottle of water before leaving. He has a look of disappointment on his face, avoiding eye contact with the people around him as he perches himself on an equipment box. A tired Sabertooth pulls back on his hair, as he reflects upon his performance tonight. The cameraman approaches Sabertooth, who catches a glimpse of the man and begins to pull himself together. He finally makes eye contact with the cameraman in front of him and puts a fake smile. 

“A-and once again, I find myself seated here not knowing what comes next… I had a chance to change everything tonight, but I failed…. Again. As much as I’d love to disagree, all these losses take a toll on you and make you question your own worth. It doesn’t matter what I do in other promotions because people don’t care about that. All they think about is OWA and where Christopher Sabertooth stands and by the looks of it, I don’t know where I belong anymore. It’s  weird… I know I am a good wrestler. But when it comes to the big matches, my track record isn’t doing me any favors. Tonight, Aria and I killed it and it was a compelling contest for me and the fans. But nobody is going to talk about how close I came to dethroning the Queen… If you don’t have results to back you up; people will stop caring about you. I--” Chris starts coughing up as he holds on to his chest. He chugs down the water left in the bottle before stabilizing.

“Like I was saying, I had the hopes of my friends from back home riding along with me. For the first time in my life, I felt like my father truly believed in me and my career path. I know O’Shea would have been proud of the position I am at, but I feel I’ve let them down. I promised a result and I couldn’t deliver on it. As promised to Colonel McAdams, I will not be seeing a title shot for a good while. What’s next for me in OWA? Frankly speaking, I don’t really know. I won’t be surprised if the people give up on me because I’ve not given them any reason to. I TALK A BIG GAME AND EVERY FUCKING TIME I WALK THROUGH THOSE CURTAINS AS A FAILURE. IT FUCKING HURTS!... It really does. I need to pick up the slack and get back to work because there’s clearly something that I am doing wrong. I put my blood sweat and tears into this… Yet I continue to be a failure at the biggest stages. There’s only so much you can take before paranoia takes over and makes you feel the most miserable you’ve ever felt! Something has to change or else Christopher Sabertooth is… over.” Said Chris as he slowly gets up and walk away. The camera pans over as Sabertooth makes his way to the exit, with his head facing down, appearing to be lost in thought.

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Kingdom -- October 6

The feed transfers over to Cori Simmons waiting backstage with a microphone in hand.

“I am joined by the Last REAL Wrestler, Christopher Sabertooth. Chris, how are you feeling after the big announcement tonight?” Inquired Cori as the camera pans out to Sabertooth, who has a faint smile on his face.

“I’d like to thank Finn for what he did tonight. He didn’t need to give me the final spot but he let me make my case and understood what this opportunity means to me. I really appreciate it and somewhere down the line, I will return the debt to the best of my ability. Civil War! Last year at the same event, I beat Gareth Cason and ended his legendary TV Championship run. It was possibly the highlight of my run in OWA and something that I still hold dear to my heart.” Said Chris, reminiscing about his championship victory.

“Absolutely! Finnegan Wakefield gave away his spot to you, knowing what was at stake. You’d be joining Carlos Rosso, Miltiades and team captain, CM Nas to represent Kingdom in a battle of brand supremacy. This week, we also got a look into the teams for Olympus and Odyssey. I must say, all teams have top level talent with three great captains at its helm. As a Kingdom representative, how do you think the team will fare against some of the best this company has to offer?” Asked Cori as Sabertooth nods to acknowledge the question.

“You’re absolutely right when you say that the best of the best from each brand have an opportunity to get bragging rights over the rest of the competition. The field looks stacked! With Gareth Cason and Dulce Torres captaining Team Olympus and Team Odyssey respectively, two of the most dominant champions in OWA history, I expect nothing but the best from the other two teams. But let’s talk about Team Kingdom. We have the ring veteran, King of the Roses, Carlos Rosso. A former OWA TV Champion… Years of experience… And a hot-head. Rosso and I don’t see eye to eye but he realizes what I do. Opportunities like this don’t come often and you get to showcase your dominance over the rest of the field, showing why you belong in the premiere show. And then we have, Miltiades! The man that Carlos beat to win the TV title... The man who beat me for it! It’s kinda frustrating to know that Miltiades always has my number when it comes to big time matches. Despite our rivalry, we have a lot of similarities, that both of us have touched upon on numerous occasions. I can call Miltiades a friend, even if it doesn’t look like it. That’s the competitiveness that we have which is why I respect the man. Can I trust him at Civil War? Probably… But Miltiades is a man who would do anything to further his own career. Friends or foe, he’d end them all. That’s the killer instinct that Team Kingdom needs and which is why he is a great fit for the team.” Said Chris, with confidence. His faint smile turns into a grin as he thinks about the last man left to talk about from Team Kingdom, CM Nas.

“Last and certainly not least, the captain of Team Kingdom, CM Nas! The man that made the Omega Heavyweight Championship what it is today. CM Nas is easily one of the most recognizable talents this company has to offer. I am not ashamed to admit it, I admire the man. He has it all! The tenacity, the killer instinct, the results! CM Nas can talk a big game and back it up. I respect Nas for who he is and I am glad that I can call him a friend. Nas is a locker room leader… Heck, he even competed in a match to decide the COO of the damn company! No offense to Gareth or Dulce, but CM Nas is a proven leader, unlike them. I look forward to sharing the ring with a man of his stature and I can ASSURE him that I have his back. I know, Nas and Carlos had their differences with the whole Zaibatsu deal but Civil War is upon us! We have to put our differences aside to work as a unit. The best TEAM will win… We are not looking for individual performances. At Civil War, Team Kingdom will make history!” Said Chris with a lot of conviction. 

“That’s what we like to hear! I wish you the best for the big match and thank you for joining me tonight!” Said Cori as Sabertooth nods before heading out. 

-x-x-

October 18 -- Present Day

Sabertooth is seen taking notes as he watches clips from Olympus and Odyssey. He attentively watches matches to figure out a strategy to tackle wrestlers he hasn’t faced before. He is startled by the camera, as he quickly pauses the video and turns his attention towards it. He glances over to his notes before throwing it to the side. He has the match card graphic in front of him and a red marker beside it.

“Civil War is right around the corner as I prepare for the big 4 vs 4 vs 4 Elimination Match between the three brands. I’ve already talked about how good Team Kingdom really is. I have full confidence in their abilities and I trust CM Nas to be a leader who will guide us to victory. But what about my opponents? 8 Wrestlers that have made a huge impact in this company. Each a champion in their own right. I have to make sure that I am ready to tackle any kind of situation thrown my way. So, let’s start with Team Odyssey. These women have been consistently killing it in the OWA. I have had the opportunity to share the ring with Diantha and Persephone at Final Destination and they put up one hell of a fight. Persephone reminds me of my own days, where the voices in my head were too loud to ignore. They wanted justice… They wanted a change. And Persephone is certainly not Savannah Sunshine. She channels her anger into the ring and uses it as a lethal weapon. She might be the dark horse of the entire matchup, solely on the basis of the unpredictability that she brings to the table. I’ve been following her career ever since she showed up. Call it in special interest, I know what it feels like to have that power. I know how corrupting it can be and how it can mislead anybody to do things that they’d have never done. Persephone may seem to be an unstoppable force, but the voices in her head will get to her like it does to everybody else. She will make mistakes… She will lose.” Said Chris as he opens the red marker and crosses Persephone. 

“Diantha… Another Rosso in the match and just like her brother, Diantha is a force to be reckoned with. From being a member of the Wolvesden to breaking free and making a path of her own, Diantha has been consistently one of the best wrestlers Odyssey has to offer. I am sure Carlos is proud to see the progress that Diantha has made over the past few months. But let’s be real, we’ve got the more accomplished and experienced Rosso on Kingdom. The fierceness that runs in the family is not to be underestimated. Diantha certainly has what it takes to be a world champion, but so far, she has yet to get her big win. I am aware that she isn’t fond of being compared to her older brother but Carlos has proven that he still has what it takes to win championships in OWA. She still hasn’t escaped the shadow of her brother and it’s not happening at Civil War.” Said Chris as he crosses out Diantha. He taps his fingers on Eris.

“The Cleanser has been dominant since the day she stepped foot in OWA. I must say, I am impressed of what she is capable of. Eris wants to ‘cleanse’ the Goddess division of its ‘impurities’, as she puts it. As the LAST REAL WRESTLER, I see where she is coming from. People talk a big game, but only few can back it up. Eris certainly belongs on that list and there’s a reason why she was chosen to represent Team Odyssey. She is tough but I am as tough as they come. She is strong but so am I. She certainly can hold her own in the ring but I am one of the best in this company… Scratch that, one of the best this business has to offer. When it comes to the squared circle, I can run circles around ANYBODY put in front of me. Eris will be no different… She has NEVER wrestled anyone like me and I promise you, it will be an eye opening experience. You may be good, but you’re not good enough.” Said Chris, as he confidently crosses out Eris.

“And finally... the team captain of Odyssey, the former Goddess Champion, Dulce Torres. She is hands down, one of the most dominant champions in OWA history. With her two reigns with the Goddess title, she has elevated it to one of the most sought after belts in the company. I respect Dulce Torres. There is no two ways about it. But Dulce is still an up and comer and lacks the leadership skills needed to bring a dysfunctional team as such together. Persephone is the root of all evil and will only do what pleases her. Eris is out to make a statement and Diantha is still trying to get over her older and more successful brother’s shadow. Dulce might be one of the best wrestlers in the company, but she still lacks experience. What she did with the Goddess Championship is truly impressive and I look forward to facing her in that match. But Team Odyssey is not a cohesive unit. They are all great individual talents but this is a TEAM fight and Odyssey won’t stand a chance. With that said, I still wish them the best of luck. This is a test for Dulce and it will shape her career in the OWA. I am intrigued… But Odyssey is not winning.” Said Chris as he crosses of Dulce. He smirks as he begins to talk about Olympus, having spent the entirety of season one there.

“This brings me to Olympus. Some wrestlers that I am awfully familiar with and some new faces. Kevin Maverick for starters was a great Cruiserweight Champion. His performance in the God of War tournament was impressive but like myself, he hasn’t been able to find his groove ever he since he lost his title. Maverick is a great athlete but he seems like the odd one out on Team Olympus. While the other members are at the peak of their careers, Maverick is stumbling around, trying to find his footing. Coming out of his recent loss to Harman Ardelean in the semi-finals of the tournament, Maverick would be hoping to make a name for himself and get him back on the map once again. But with him, is the man that took his title away from him. Well… almost. The Openweight Championship has been the staple of Olympus ever since its introduction with Derelict at its helm. And boy is he good. I was dumbfounded by his matches with Jake Keeton and the resilience shown by the Derelict. I must say, he is a smart man. He tried to get into my head by talking about how it’s all a facade that I put up to convince myself that I am not the monster that I used to be. He thinks that I lack the killer instinct because I chose to shed light upon the darkness that surrounded me. It was a good attempt! People who chase results never amount to anything in life and I realized that. I was fixated on the losses that I endured, forgetting about what it truly means to be a wrestler. I do this because its my passion. I have sacrificed more than you EVER will and I still smile. Not because this is an act! No! I do it because I fucking can. I do it because I care too much about this business and I will not let it be polluted by bigoted people with ulterior motives. I do it because WRESTLING IS EVERYTHING for me. So, do not question my instinct because that’s exactly what has been keeping me going all this time. That’s what got me through prison. That’s what made me the man I am today. So, Derelict… This being the first time we face each other in that ring, I am going to kick your fucking head off. Is that good enough for you?” Sneered Sabertooth. He seems irritated but he calms down as he crosses out Maverick and Derelict.

“Which brings me to Tarah Nova and Gareth Cason. Two wrestlers that I have shared the ring with on multiple occasions. The people I am most familiar with. Tarah is somebody I have modeled my career after here in OWA. People don’t realize the sacrifices Tarah has made for this business and I respect her for that. She is one tough SOB and a former Omega Heavyweight Champion. Tarah knows what it takes to be at the pinnacle of this business. She fought through blood, sweat and tears to become who she is and I truly thank her for guiding me at times, despite our differences in the past. But that’s not going to stop me from doing what I have to do to get back to the position I was one year ago. I had the whole world in the palm of my hands. They ate everything I had to say, because I could back it up. The past few months have been rough… Failure after failure after failure. I CANNOT let it go any further! Tarah, you out of everybody else understands that the best. You had to face and defeat your own husband to win the top prize in the company. You had to sacrifice YEARS out of your career in your iconic battles with Kenny Drake. You did it for your passion, so you will understand when I say that I am willing to go to any limits to fix everything. I WILL do it….. And finally, Gareth Cason. The seemingly unstoppable man, with victories over the likes of Nate Cage and CM Nas to name a few. He also has the briefcase, in his hands, it is almost a guarantee that Gareth will be a world champion. But…. There’s always been a stain on his record. He has NEVER beaten me in a one on one contest. Gareth, one year ago, I took you to your limits and beyond that. I took your TV title and promised you that I will make it one of the most sought after belts in pro wrestling. I am sorry I couldn’t keep up with the promises I made… But I am not sorry for what I will do to you, come Civil War. There’s no better man to make a statement on, than you Cason. You have been called the future of this company and it’s true! But so am I! Gareth, you are the biggest threat in this match. You are LEGIT FUCKING DANGEROUS. But, I am Christopher Sabertooth. I am the LAST REAL WRESTLER in this business. I am the ALPHA AND THE OMEGA. I AM THE SAME MAN THAT BEAT YOU BEFORE AND I WILL DO IT AGAIN BECAUSE MY JOURNEY DOESN’T END HERE. CHRISTOPHER SABERTOOTH WILL BE THE TALK OF THE TOWN ONCE AGAIN WHEN CIVIL WAR DRAWS ITS CURTAINS. THAT’S A FUCKING PROMISE!! THIS IS MY STORY…. THIS IS MY REDEMPTION!” Screamed Sabertooth as he spreads his arms and closes his eyes. He slowly looks down at the camera and smirks confidently, picking up the match guard graphic in front of him. He tears it into shreds and sends it raining over him as the scene comes to an end.

CHAOS HAS A NAME.
Matsuda
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 17th 2019, 7:28 pm by Matsuda
Civil War Promo #1

“Shadow Moses”


“I guess you could call this a revolt…”

The camera opens to Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda sitting in her own home while staring aimlessly at a photo. She’s dressed in a simple blue tank top and gray sweatpants. Her usual blue contacts are replaced with her prescription glasses. She had a relaxed but vulnerable air about her as if she was a woman who had nothing to hide. Maybe that was the point for her - there was no hiding from a man who knew her...so intimately.

“Yes, I would say this is a revolt. Of course, I use that phrase against a man who’s probably triggered by that very word and the marks are probably already losing their minds over on Reddit and whatnot. But, there’s no other way to describe my actions. I am actively revolting against everything that Keelan Callihan stands for. When we talked about putting the band back together, we each had our own reasons: I wanted to fight Aria; Carlos wanted to represent; The Wild Boys chased after tag gold; and Keelan wanted it all. Hell, he still does. And as I’ve learned several months ago, he’s willing to do anything to have it all - even if it means taking something that doesn’t belong to him, that he didn’t rightfully earn. But...that was Mia Matsuda & Killer Keelan back in the old days, right? Riding around the under a west coast summer from town to town, match to match in the Year of Our Lord 2010. You see, my mentor Michael Hunter wanted me to gain some experience as a valet/manager. He knew of a young up and comer - some Aussie - on the indies who was developing quite a name for himself. So from May to the end of August, I was assigned to the “Killer Playboy” Keelan Callihan. He was easier on the eyes back then, a fresh face with an adorable stubble with a heart of gold. Of course, we weren’t the nicest people then - helping each other cheat in our matches and such. Then again it was the indies! Whoever is nice on the indies is either screwing the promoter or naive as hell. Anywho, he and ‘ol blue eyes found ourselves growing closer and...well we did whatever any other pair of young people would do back then. But, we knew it wouldn’t last forever. So I went back to Brooklyn and he went back to Los Angeles before moving back to Australia to open the Brisbane Pro Wrestling Academy. I was so happy for him when I heard the news. This was in 2013, and I just started in JET. In some ways, life was much simpler back then. We weren’t concerned with chasing world titles, we were just happy to be wrestling. Now...it’s about maintaining our legacies. Zaibatsu was formed as a sort of insurance policy to protect the legacies of me, Carlos,  and Keelan. We were getting tired of the rules and wanted to play on our own. At first, it worked! Carlos and I became world champions in the same weekend, and Keelan helped found another wrestling promotion - OWA. The Wild Boys eventually became tag champions there and Carlos obtained the Television Championship. But Keelan...things didn’t go the way he wanted to. So we decided on an offensive - one against The Conquering Messiah himself and one against The Queen herself, Aria Jaxon.”

Stephanie placed down the picture and turned to the camera. 

“That’s where it fell apart. Not because I lost against Aria, but because in actuality Keelan’s truth became evident. I wasn’t viewed as an ally, but a tool to bring the OWA World Championship closer to him. People may disapprove of some of my actions, but I would never steal a championship from someone who earned it. War is conducted in the ring, not after the bell rings. I don’t know what Keelan was thinking when we took the OWA World Championship. You weren’t going to bait Aria into a title match, that wasn’t happening fam. The point of Boiling Point wasn’t just to win titles, it was to remind the world just how dangerous we were. If Scott Oasis wanted Ria and me to fight again, so be it.  But your actions didn’t just make you look bad...it ruined my image as a competitor. It also destroyed what was left of a decade-long friendship. You nearly cost me everything I worked hard to build in this industry because you overplayed your goddamn hand! I gave you the reigns because I thought I could trust you. Well, allow me to put on my clown shoes and a ruby red nose! Maybe I deserve it, ya know? The crazy thing is instead of respecting my decision to give the title back to her, you turn on your own. You air all my dirty laundry, including personal business about my marriage! You attempt to sabotage my marriage with some bullshit revelation that Monica already knew about! What did you think, huh!? That she would divorce me because we fucked a couple of times nine years ago!? You think I would lose my status as an LGBTQ icon because I fucked some dude some time ago!? Everyone knew I was engaged to a whole man - it’s called bi-sexual you dumb cunt! Yes, I put the ‘B’ in LGBT, just like you put the ‘be’ as in ‘being’ a little bitch!”

Stephanie sighs and shakes her head.   

“I think it’s time The Killer gets got, ya know? Maybe it’s up to me to destroy the monster I made with my own hands. I can’t move on until this beef between us is squashed, so yes I place everything on the line in this match! If I can’t beat you, then I belong to you, mind, body, and soul. Because putting the past behind me like other former Elitists means that much to me. My present is so bright - two championships! - and my future’s going to get a lot more luminous. So yes, I have to leave you, Carlos, and The Wild Boys behind. I love them...and you too. Even with this bullshit, I’ll still take a bullet for any of you, but I can’t do it under the Zaibatsu banner. Between this, Sanatorium, Formation, maybe this whole stable thing isn’t made for me. Who knows...maybe it’s not made for you either. You’re one of the biggest names to come out of Australia and you were willing to throw your reputation away because of some Black Girl Magic. The funny thing is if you put your heart into it, you could probably beat Aria fair and square. But, you’re going through me first. Because let’s be frank - if you can’t be The War Queen then you stand no chance against The Queen of Kingdom herself. We may not be talking right now, but I give respect where its due.”

Stephanie stares off into the distance for a moment as a few things run through her mind.

“This is the end of an era in some ways. The last piece of my past catching up with me. Instead of letting it fester like a blister, I’m removing it from my whole body. I’m separating myself from you, Keelan, because you represent the most maladaptive parts of my behavior. My unchecked ambition, that lingering desire to do whatever it takes, no matter how many lives I destroy. You were the side of me that cheated on women I loved, the side that struck with my allies with a chair at PFP IX. You were the words from the shadows that lead me into the darkness of the Sanatorium. You were the rage that made me break Cailin with my own hands, to the point where she can never wrestle again, thus killing her dreams. You’re the lingering jealous that eats at me every time I see Aria raise a title in the air.”

Stephanie looks down for a moment, her eyes nearly wet.

“You’re the worst part of me Keelan Callihan and it’s time I purge myself of you. But, I can’t do it as the woman that you see before you. You’ll see what I mean when you see me this weekend.”

Stephanie gets up.

“Time to fly.”


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Keelan Callihan
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 17th 2019, 7:11 pm by Keelan Callihan
Evolution.

There’s never been anything or anybody that’s been successful in life without it evolving. Without it changing. Without it moving forward, backwards, up, down or side to side. 

Individuals who have remained the same and haven’t developed are often forgotten about.

 Me? I’m forced to change. I’m forced to constantly evolve. I’m not a man who wins championships. To me, I’m bigger than simple gold strapped around my waist. I don’t need an accolade to show off that I am the hottest thing going. People already know that. I don’t need a set of keys to rule the Kingdom I already am the king of. People who watch Kingdom know I’m a feared individual. They know I dominate that fucking brand. I wouldn’t be on top of my game right now if I didn’t evolve. 

You know who else evolves?

Stephane Matsuda.

Yeah, I get it. I do. You have outgrown Zaibatsu. You no longer feel like you need us anymore. That’s you changing. But you don’t even do the honest thing and tell any of us that you no longer want to be apart of a group- no, a FAMILY that you helped build yourself. Like the last 14 years never meant anything to you. So you can change all you want, Cloud, it doesn’t matter to me, but the way that you turned your backs on us and the way that you’ve betrayed all of us, I will make it my primary intention to make sure that your new phase that you want to enter so bad dies at the hands of the man that you once loved.

And without hesitation, you will become dust to the fucking wind. 

Because that’s all this is, Cloud. That’s all this match is about. It’s about you and your giant fucking ego. Again, you couldn’t be honest with any of us. We didn’t know what the hell was going on with you. Back when I stole the OWA World Championship I stole it for you. I stole it for you because you deserved that championship. With you, our leader, as the face of the Kingdom brand, Zaibatsu would become the most feared and most dominant professional wrestling stable in the world today. But, you didn’t want that. You asked for me to hand that belt back to Aria Jaxon. Back in the day, you would have loved that I would do anything for you and put our family before anything else, but the night that I handed that championship back your explanation as to why made me realize that this isn’t the Stephanie Matsuda I knew. In my head at that point, I believed that you really didn’t want anything to do with us anymore but I wanted to wait for you to come out and say it. I waited for days and weeks but I got nothing but your little lesbian bitch Monica coming out in my face to try and belittle me. Such a feeble attempt at it too. And so without you, Cloud, I had to put in the overtime and turn Zaibatsu into what it is today. It seems you never needed to lead us in the first place because I can do it all on my own and hell I can do it a hell of a lot better than you ever could. But come Civil War and after I defeat you, you won’t have to worry because I know for a fact that you will be comfortable in the position you will be placed in because you have been there so many times in the past - directly under me. OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) - Page 4 600511836 


Once I get your head out of the clouds (pun intended) and bring you back down to reality, you will see that we do not exist in your universe. This isn’t the Cloudy Cinematic Universe. This ain’t the CCU. This is Zaibatsu’s universe! Have you lost sight of that? You’ve turned your back on all of us and you’re just expecting nothing to happen? Have you forgotten of the family you’ve built here and just how dangerous we are? No. All you want is to just move on but the way you’ve gone about it, I won’t let it happen so easily. The way you’ve gone about things has regrown a fire within myself and my motivation has never been higher. Everything you have done that got you to this point will mean absolutely nothing after I’m through with you. Your name, your legacy, all of the accolades and championships you have won in the past, all of the relationships you’ve built with everybody and all of the enemies you’ve made - it will mean absolutely nothing once I am through with you. This match is what it all leads up to for you. The pressure is truly on. It’s you against all of us. You are outnumbered, outmanned and outgunned. I will take everything from you and take control of your career and I will dictate and decide everything for you; just like how I’ve done with my career since I’ve returned. You want to be remembered but I will make them forget. You want to be showered in adulation but I will shower you in shit. Do you think you really have a choice at this point? Your chance to have a say in your career died the second you turned your back on every single one of us. At the end of the day, who’s really going to speak for you? Who will say or do otherwise? Nobody worthy enough of an opinion will sing praises of your career, and at the end of Civil War, that will also include yourself. 

The problem with your current stance is that you want to quickly move on from us but it’s not going to change the fact that you were once one of us. Just like you were once one of Sanitorium. So evolve and change all you want, it’s not going to make a difference. It won’t change anything. You’ll remain exactly where you should but you will be in a position that you deserve to be in for the trouble you’ve put us through. Trouble that never exactly needed to be had in the first place if you had just spoken to me. At your wedding reception, you wanted to reform this family, and so we did. And now, you want out. I just don’t get you, Steph. Not anymore at least. This person you have become is not somebody I am familiar with and honestly, it’s not somebody I want to familiarize myself with. After Civil War, I will treat you worse than how we treat Chet. You will be the Jesse Pinkman to my Uncle Jack. I’ll keep you locked away in the proverbial cage and keep no El Camino’s parked around to give you any glimpse of hope or chance to escape. You will belong to us. What you will face this weekend is not the Keelan Callihan you once knew, you will be facing the Keelan Callihan that runs this fucking place. That OWNS this fucking place. 

You will receive the greatest match of your career all thanks to yours truly. We’ve always been a perfect match, you and I. We’ve rode together, we’ve died together. And now, we fight one another. 

For you, hell awaits. See you there.

The Killer is coming.
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Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 17th 2019, 6:41 am by El Ironico
Apologies, I missed the no double posting rule. I assumed we were going with waiting 24 hours.


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Sweet Roxy
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 16th 2019, 11:40 pm by Sweet Roxy
“WHAT WE DO HERE IS GO BACK!”


The upbeat music plays (by Otis McDonald) in the background as Sweet Roxy is shown walking on the sidewalk in a brown sheriff uniform with matching hat and sunglasses. She is holding a pen and a spring notebook in her hand. She observes an abandoned house before walking close to it. She walks over a strip of caution tape that says “POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS” stretching side to side on the door frame. She then walks towards the living room and looks over a worn-out sofa to discover that a bald man -- seemingly dead -- is laying down. He wears a full in-ring outfit with the Swedish Flag pattern, similar to what Hans Olsen wears with the American flag pattern.


Sweet Roxy observes and nods before she takes her pen to write on the notebook. The man then suddenly rises and creepily smiles at Sweet Roxy before attempting to chase her.


A horrified Sweet Roxy runs off seeing the crooked smile of the “victim” and one missing teeth in his mouth. She then pauses and throws the pen and notebook right at his face before running off again, going for another door. The scene then fades to black.


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Now Playing: CONTENT SHERIFF - That Stupid Swedish Boy (And that other guy)


The black screen then fades into a new scene where Sweet Roxy is seen in her normal room back in Nevada, with a big smile on her face. The wall at the back is covered by one of her pink bedsheets with a splattered paint pattern. Right against the wall is a black wooden table with a single laptop and a lampshade on top. And in front of the table is where the pink office chair is, where our hero, Sweet Roxy, sits comfortably. 


Sweet Roxy: Oh, how long has it been? Two months? Three months? Four months? It feels like it’s been forever ago! I seriously cannot recall how long its been since The Dollhouse beat up Ground Zero… and other forgettable teams at Final Destination to become the OWA Tag Team Champions! Oh, your bravery is admiring, really, and the way you want to pose as a threat to us is really amusing, and I’m sure that many years from now we will all laugh about how utterly stupid this team decision is on your end when you continuously send your soldiers to a losing battle, but right now I gotta ask -- is THIS really what you want to do?


Sweeet Roxy happily stomps both of her feet quickly one after another, her eyes glowed with eagerness.


Sweet Roxy: THIS IS SO EXCITING!!!!!


Sweet Roxy then swivels her chair before calming herself down. 


Sweet Roxy: But hello there, iDoll Network! Thank you so much for subscribing and being part of this very original and very fresh first episode of… Sweet Roxy’s Content Sheriff! My apologies for using the lord and savior Pewdiepie for the thumbnail, I just wanted to make sure I get the clickbait thumbnail to go with such an amazing video! In truth, we are actually going to talk about ANOTHER Swedish guy that doesn’t fail to grate everyone’s nerves merely by existing! And I guess his sidekick too! And to be honest with you, I have been waiting to do a Content Sheriff for a while now, I just couldn’t find anyone insanely cringeworthy to be my subject, but I’m glad I waited! I’m sure that all of you have been aching for another episode of anything from Sweet Roxy too because unlike my two sickly opponents for Civil War, I am actually an interesting heroine that makes the world a better place even by doing something as little as drawing breath, while other people have to try too hard just for a small sprinkle of attention and a fifteen minutes of fame… They mistake glitters for gold. They mistake illusion for what is real. And this is the reason why Sweet Roxy is doing a Content Sheriff right now -- to make sure that the fallacies are fought with facts and to open the eyes of the audience to see how big of a mistake it is to question the impact that The Dollhouse makes in this world.


You could win every ladder match, every tournament, and every single gauntlet matches for that matter, you could win every single meaningless competition that this godforsaken company designed to keep people busy and happy and distracted while the big leagues play their game, but it doesn’t erase the fact that any puke-inducing individual or team of failures is nothing compared to what The Dollhouse has become. Ground Zero first and foremost have forgotten that, and it seems like a few wins have inflated their heads too much that they think they actually have a chance! Look at us. And look at you. The Dollhouse has become a premiere money-making machine ever since their debut in OWA. Ratings have skyrocketed so high and so fast that they have pierced through dimensions between time and space because of our charisma and abilities in the ring that people have tried to imitate. Sweet Roxy won the Women’s Championship on her second match EVER about over a year ago and proudly defended the title in consecutive shows with such amazing athletic display! DiVa has shown off her beauty and talent not just at the stage but also in the ring when she overcame the adversaries that tried to outshine us when The Dollhouse won the Tag Team Championships at Final Destination! And Jonetta Stone? Even better! She was crowned Champion before even getting her first match in OWA! None of us have anything to prove. None of us have any reason to talk about death and brutality like Hans Solo over there wants to do every time he catches his breath! None of us had to break our competition or play pathetic little mind games because that accomplishes absolutely nothing! Don’t you all agree? Do you think that we see you as a threat because of your ambush? Do you think we’ve warned each other about you because you laid a hand on me? No. We see you as nothing more than prancing little amateurs that are so insecure about their failed careers that they decided to take it out on the ones that hold the gold. 


I would say I know how you feel, but the truth of the matter is I DON’T know how you feel, Hans! You flaunt your gold medal as if it’s something that we care about. You rise to the ranks as if it would make you a worthwhile opponent. Unlike you, I have never been stuck in a revolving door desperately figuring out where to go next. I have never been seen as a waste of talent, which is exactly what you have always been known for! I have never felt pressured that I have to join a team to make me feel good about all of the matches I lost, because I know I am already so goddam great in that ring that the people I make alliances with HAVE to be on the same level, and I am so goddamn lucky that I have been paired with the beasts within the flock… Hungry for blood, hungry for competition and not afraid to go beyond limits and exploit the rules to win the game. Do you think Ground Zero has that same mentality? Hans, Ground Zero has already lost to The Dollhouse! They once promised to destroy us and they never did! They promised to tear us apart, and they failed in doing that too! They lied, Hans! Your partner lied. His buddy lied. They lied to our faces! Because as it turns out, just like every other team that stepped in the ring with us, they’re actually not worth our time and The Dollhouse are better off just being handed the title belts because none of them were good enough to make us break a single sweat! Now how could we believe ANOTHER Ground Zero member promising the same thing, Hans? How could you even have that confidence to attack us and threaten us and promise yourselves a victory in the actual title match when your troupe is 100% proven liars?!


Wait, are you going to tell me that you’re different?


Are you going to tell me that you are NOT a liar?


Are you about to say that you are NOT a liar, but the rest of Ground Zero is?


Though a ton of people may disagree, I am not exposing you in this Content Sheriff because I’m mean, I am doing this because I care about you and I don’t want to make you look stupid and clueless! Truth be told, The Dollhouse members are naturally kind and humble, and they teach can you the way to a better life! Sweet Roxy’s words are golden! People would bow down to me, buy the little Dollhouse robots, purchase my goddamn bathwater and wear my merch if there’s even a fragment of a chance they could live vicariously through me, and that’s because I’ve always made my career a great story to tell as a second-generation wrestler! That’s what wins them over, Hans… A great story! Why do you think Bran Stark became the King of the Iron Throne in the end? Awful ending, I know, but the point is, the ones who write the story are the ones in control of the ending no matter the criticism and all the audience has to do is accept it as the undisputed fact! At a very young age, I have achieved countless success not just in OWA but also in other companies. In the past full year, I have been shattered and broken more times than I can count, but I stood back up and walked straight like nothing even happened! Being Queen is not my destiny, Hans. Being Queen is what I am, and that is a fact that you can never take away… What about you, Hans? What did you achieve this past year that didn’t require you to be a goon? What exactly have you done that’s so important and impacting that I should tell myself to back off? The tournament? Disturbing the peace of The Dollhouse? Let’s just come to the conclusion that you are a bitter little man that tries to squeeze himself to fit in the gang when in truth, you have no place in the ring with The Dollhouse. I know that being bad feels good to you, but take it from a person who has been branded as a self-important entitled brat for the most of her life -- you are doing a terrible job. 


If you try to lock my ankle, I will slip away before you even get the chance.


If you try to strike me, I will evade you with all of my strength.


You are a textbook wrestler, I am a resourceful one with a sharp mind.


This torture that you speak of is nothing but a fantasy, a way to cope, a way to feel like you actually have any power so long as you have your partner with you, but one mistake is all it will take for everything to crumble before your very eyes. And after The Dollhouse retains their precious Championships you will realize one thing that everyone already knows about you:


You suck.


Sweet Roxy giggles. 


Sweet Roxy: Alright, so I hope you guys enjoyed my episode today. You don’t have to smash the “Like” button, because the iDoll Network systems are designed to do it for you! And remember, if you dare dislike this video then that’s an automatic $50.00 deduction on your credit card accounts on top of your monthly subscription! HAVE A GOOD DAY! See you on the next video!!!
Jonetta Stone
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 16th 2019, 11:40 pm by Jonetta Stone
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🏵️Generic old western music plays as the sounds of crows echo and a shadow engulfs the entry to a saloon. There she was, Jonetta Stone, busting the doors open to reveal herself in an old school sheriff’s uniform, of course, modified in a pin-up girl fashion. Behind her is her tag team partner dressed much in the same fashion. Both have their tag team belts slung over their shoulders. Jonetta stops midway through to signal to her alligator boots, and a wacky western text pops onto the screen detailing to buy Jonetta’s animal skin made products online through the J-Dynasty retail store. Then she and Roxy make their way to the front of the saloon bar to sit on their stools as shady characters watch them.🏵

Roxy: Why are we here, Jonetta? These guys give me the creeps, they’re undressing me with their filthy eyes, only one man’s got permission for that. You hear me, you eavesdropping goons? You’re all getting taxed!

Jonetta: Humph, if you get to be content sheriff, it’s only natural I get to play in the old west as a sheriff too.

Roxy: You took content sheriff too literally!

Jonetta: Listen, if you’re the Pews, DiVa is the music Roomie guy, then I’m obviously that serious intellectual guy with the red streak in his hair that everyone only remembers because he told them “Don’t stay in school!”


🏵️Jonetta looks stern at the camera, lecturing the audience.🏵

Jonetta: And he only said because he was criticizing the system and advocating for people to get knowledge elsewhere in life! Not for you braindead knuckle draggers to think you’re cool for skipping school and not getting knowledge anywhere else! Learn practical skills! Like how to catch a bunny with only a knife and your wits!

Roxy: Wait, wait go back, you know that much about Pewds and his buddies??! You’ve been keeping secrets, bestie!


🏵️Jonetta’s cheeks go a little red in embarrassment, but she no-sells it and moves on by giving the shady characters an ice-cold sheriff glare.🏵

Jonetta: Scoundrels, have you no dignity? Do you not know who we are? To gaze upon your superiors with lustful thoughts is embarrassing for all of you. Almost as embarrassing as OWA keeping their Civil War PPV after they allowed some flash in the pan company to come in and beat them last time! Worse yet, they have the audacity to drag poor Roxy and me into all of this and has us facing the Zeros! Who cares if they won some tournament, I’m good enough to win championships before debuting and when people lose to me they still win rising star OWA awards, because OWA knows my worth!

Roxy: Do you know that one of those morons was complaining that we didn’t go get retaliation on them on Kingdom?! KINGDOM!!! How much free time do these people think we have Jonetta!? He should be thankful, for if we’d lower ourselves to show up to all OWA shows, we’d have ended their careers a long time ago! They should be happy we allow them to have the spotlight on that rundown brand!

Jonetta: Why would we show up to Kingdom? Just because this “Civil War” has OWA all obsessed with brand warfare, people expect the Dollhouse to play a part? Listen up boys, The Dollhouse doesn’t work hard, we work smart and efficiently! We don’t have to chase and round up Ground Zero on Kingdom, not when we can just have OWA collect the bounty and have them sent directly to our station for us to lock them up. Where’s our station? Obviously anywhere where the stakes are high and the world is watching, so even if it’s a silly OWA civil war, our sheriff’s station is still wherever the PPV is! Now bestie, can you remind me what was the bounty we put on their heads? We have to pay OWA back for sending these cretins to us. I’m pretty sure it’s the same amount of money OWA is giving them to wrestle at this event.


🏵️Roxy looks at Jonetta as if she just asked an insane question.🏵

Roxy: Jonetta….you know how much money we would put down on them, you KNOW how much their worth, it’s in their name silly!

Jonetta: OHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! Sometimes a girl just has to tease, of course I know the price on their heads would be a big fat ZERO! We’re the champions, we’re the ones who are worth a damn thing in this company! Oh you boys think you’ve done so much, one has gold medals, you get a good amount of TV time on Kingdom shows, and you’re the Apollo and Artemis tag team classic winners, I’m sure that’s got the locals of OWA all impressed, but nothing matters until you pull a bank heist like taking these belts! Which you won’t do. Anything outside of having these belts, outside of defeating the Dollhouse, is like messing with the poor folk, it doesn’t get you a bounty in Dollhouse country.


🏵️Jonetta gets up from her stool and the shady characters become alert by her movement.🏵

Jonetta: Stilllll, despite how low level you criminals are, sometimes a sheriff just has to go and have a showdown with the riffraff, just to make sure her trigger finger doesn’t get rusty!


🏵️Jonetta begins to have a “shootout” with the men there, pulling out her “gun” and “gunning” a bunch of them down before they “shoot” her. She then blows on her pistol and smiles as Roxy stands up behind her.🏵

Roxy: Jonetta!

Jonetta: What? I’m just playing, there like hosts.

Roxy: No, hold your tongue!

Jonetta: Not hosts like our hosts, hosts like Westworld!

Roxy: No, I mean what you said is ridiculous! Make sure you don’t get rusty? You shoot at things every day! You shot a bald eagle out of the sky just yesterday!

Jonetta: Ha, I’m just so forgetful today! Of course, I gun down life regularly, my killer instinct is as well-kempt as our beautiful nails, much prettier than the last nails in the Ground Zero coffin.

When we choke the last breaths out of you, you’ll feel the iron hand in the velvet glove around your throat. We’re may stun and awe with our looks, but we love reminding all of OWA how dangerous we can be.

Hans, I’m not sure what’s gotten into you?! For such a quiet boy who usually keeps things brief, suddenly he wants to talk up a storm because he has a story to tell to two young ladies he’s got the hots for! Keep the chitchat and poetics for girls in your league! It’s unfortunate that you broke your bashful streak and decided to talk so much just to have your jaw get wired shut!  

Donny the Dragon, sounding like you come straight out of a boy children’s book, know that what we have in mind for you is a bit too mature for your regular audience who tune into Kingdom to watch Aria Jaxon babysit an entire roster of Donny the Dragons. We’re the Dollhouse, which may have you fooled into thinking we’re in the same ballpark, but girls mature much faster than boys. Boys don’t ever truly get used to the sight of blood. Boys deep down are fragile stupid creatures, it’s no wonder why your self kill rates are so much higher and why you’re so easily manipulated. It’s no wonder why a woman is on top of Kingdom! Be a good little boy, a good Donny the Dragon, and just accept us tucking you to sleep early before we have to go to measures you don’t want to be introduced to when it’s too late and our patience is tested!

No cowboys, you don’t want to be on the wrong side of the law too far into the night, because no makes a fuss if a few scoundrels can’t be found next morning.


🏵️Jonetta and Roxy tap at their tag team championships as if they were their badges and the camera fades to black.🏵
Natalie Cage
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 16th 2019, 7:46 pm by Natalie Cage
We track into the vault of a bank. The large, gold door is wide open and inside is Natalie Cage, sitting on a large stack of money, acting as a makeshift throne. The OWA Women’s World Championship is sitting on her shoulder. She seems indifferent to the vast amount of wealth that surrounds her.

 
You know, there are people who’ll try to say I’m not supposed to be here. And if you live in the past, you wouldn’t be blamed for that. A year ago, I made my Civil War debut. The month prior, I was challenging for this very title that sits on my shoulder against TyAnna Jupiter, Diantha Moreau by my side. We failed. We had essentially a 2-on-1 advantage and we failed. And then, at Civil War, what did I have to do? Was I a part of the Brody Sparks tribute match? Or was I a lumberjack in a Kenny Drake vs. Carlos Rosso match that nobody even fucking remembers? That was my big debut at this show. Some extra in the background, an afterthought so soon after being in contention for a world championship.
 
When you’re not happy with your lot in life, that’s when you make changes. I wasn’t supposed to be here. Just look at my opponents, for example. Last year, Aria Jaxon headlined Civil War, much like she is doing this year. She won WarGames and stood tall at the end of the night. Bull Connors? The world title he’s got right now wouldn’t be in his possession if it wasn’t for Civil War. He beat my own brother in the God of War final to earn his title shot. And then there’s little old me, little old Natalie Cage who didn’t even get a match. In a one-year stretch, I went from afterthought to bona fide main eventer. The first EVER Odyssey roster member to headline an OWA pay-per-view. And after the run I’ve had, who could even deny it?
 
Because my role last year wasn’t the end of the story. I didn’t give up and settle with my lot in life. I grabbed the bull by the fucking horns, didn’t I? I won and I won and I won and I kept on winning until NOBODY could deny what was owed. Clash of the Titans? Done. Final Destination? Done. The greatest OWA Women’s World Title reign of all-time? Done. I’ve took this title and this brand to heights that the likes of TyAnna and Roxy could never even dream of. Trifecta, a show I headlined and beat two other world champions in a triple threat. Sounds awfully familiar, doesn’t it? Yeah, I’ve already BEEN in this situation. I have a distinct advantage heading into Civil War, don’t I? I’ve walked into a triple threat with two top dogs before and came out swinging, another victory under my belt. Because while my opponents might be more long in the tooth than I am, it’s me who has them beat when it comes to this type of match.
 
Time to stop beating around the bush…let’s talk about my opponents. The titles they hold indicate they’re the best the other two brands to offer me. But just because someone’s a world champ, doesn’t mean they’re the top guy. Being a franchise player, being the face of a brand, it’s a whole other career from wrestling. It takes a level of dedication and marketability only reserved for the most elite of stars. Which is why Bull Connors is someone who has far more to prove in this match than I do. Bull, you’re not the face of Olympus. I don’t care what title you hold; you are not a threat unless you prove you are. When people talk about Olympus, all I ever hear about is the dominance of Gareth Cason, or the “legendary” Tarah Nova, or even the athletic acumen of Layne Kurobane. And then people remember their joke of a world champion with their joke of a world title. That title’s been held by nothing but hasbeens and nobodies. I’ve said my fair share on the Odyssey roster members who nearly damaged my title beyond repair, but what legacy are you continuing? Jacob Senn is retired. Tarah Nova is about to retire. CM Nas should retire. You stand on the shoulders of dead giants, Connors. Everyone who’s tried to lead the Olympus brand has faded away and you’re the next in a long line. And let’s not forget the elephant in the room that is Gareth Cason. You’re constantly having to look over your shoulder for him cashing in, how are you supposed to focus on the baddest bitch in OWA? Oh sure, Eris has her little trophy that she can cash in on me, but I’ve beat her twice already. Pretty sure Gareth’s had your number at every turn.
 
I mean look at you and look at me and Aria. We’re the faces of brands, you’re just a guy with a belt. There are so many people waiting in line to step into your shoes and it won’t be long before your reign’s just a footnote in history. You’ll join the hallowed halls of forgettable champions who held the least regarded world title in this company. I don’t give a fuck if it was the first, your show went on hiatus multiple times and I started to forget what your belt looked like at points. And now, after the pathetic result of your last match, I’m supposed to see you as a threat? I don’t give a fuck if you beat my brother and I didn’t, I’ve come on leaps and bounds since then. I’ve knocked it out of the park every time I’ve stepped up to the plate and you allowed yourself to be pinned by Harman Ardelean. Way I see it, he shouldn’t even have to take part in the God of War final. He should be next in line for a title shot and I’m sure the filthy little Gypsy would beat you again, because you’ve been nothing short of a disappointment since being given the ball to run with.
 
And then there’s Aria…oh Aria, my friend, my mate, my chum. You let me down, you know that? I’ve had to hear it from a lot of people that I disappointed them with my behaviour, but you? I was really hoping you’d impress me the way you once did. I put you on my fucking shoulders and celebrated as you won the Clash. I mean, we both did. That was a special night for us. We both punched our tickets to Final Destination and we both captured gold that fateful weekend. I’ve always known that we’re the two best this company has to offer and you’ve just been…a let-down since then. You couldn’t beat CM Nas without Zaibatsu’s help and, well, you couldn’t beat Stephanie Matsuda full stop. You took out Sabertooth but let’s be honest, that kid’s never winning a world title at this rate, he fumbles every major opportunity that he’s given. Me? I’ve had to fend off everyone on this fucking roster. My last man standing match with Jessica Rose will go down in Odyssey history, just like my victory at Civil War will. Because I can’t let you have another big moment. You keep having them and you finally got the chance to lead Kingdom and you’ve been crushingly mediocre. I’ve fought tooth and nail to keep Odyssey on the right track and if I’m honest, the most interesting thing happening on your show is how my brother and Kenny plan to fuck each other’s lives up every two weeks. Speaking of my brother, aren’t you the only one in this match he’s pinned? That’s gotta sting, I guess he’s the lineal world champ right now. That’s the kind of shit he’d peddle I suppose, don’t worry though, if he were in this match it wouldn’t even be competitive. Trust me, you belong here, but I’ll be fucked if anyone in here is hungrier than me.
 
I took myself from afterthought to megastar in a year. The best rookie year in history. You think I’m gonna let you two end that? You think I’m just gonna take second place? I have to defeat the gods to exert my will. I have to tear down an empire so my own can keep on being built. Aria, your track record’s pretty fucking solid. You’ve headlined Clash, Final Destination, Boiling Point and Civil War in a calendar year, and I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but your run can’t be parallel to mine. I refuse to allow a lesser champion to share my position. Same goes for you Bull. You shouldn’t even fucking be here. Me and Aria might as well take turns beating the shit out of you so you can run back to your little pissant operation on Friday nights and live in fear of another Brit with an attitude problem. Civil War isn’t just a fun name, it does what it says on the tin. Three brands coming for each other’s throats and if I don’t demonstrate that Odyssey is the best brand, what the fuck is the point? It’s all I’ve been preaching about all year and now I can fulfil my vow to make it a reality. Nobody can touch the run of form I’ve been on. Some may get close, they may get without half an inch, but like death and taxes I can’t be avoided. The inevitability of Natalie Cage keeping her win streak alive is something you should live in fear of.

I’m not here to struggle against someone half my size like you did at Boiling Point, Bull. Aria, I’m not here to fight some old bitch who did nothing to earn a world title shot to a fucking no-contest. I’m here to look the so-called “best” this company has to offer in the eyes and dislocate their jaws while the one true leader of this company makes herself known. I’m not being over-confident; I’m being a realist. If anyone but me wins this weekend, it’s a travesty. If Aria wins it’s the same shit as last year and I can’t be having that. The people deserve a new ruler and it sure as shit can’t be Bull Connors. Because if he wins then I’ll just fucking walk over to LAW and give their fans an actual reason to tune in for once. Because that’s what I do, drum up interest and then fucking deliver on it. This isn’t a hype train, this isn’t a flavour of the month. I’m the greatest Odyssey superstar of all-time. I have been selected by powers from on high to lead the women of the Omega into a new era. You can follow or you can perish, I’m not sharing the driver’s seat. And yeah, I got in good with the boss, wouldn’t anyone with fucking eyes? Viola's fucking hot. And every time she gives me a main event slot, she’s just doing good business. I’m a prized horse that you bet on when you want a certainty. If you wanna back the “Unbreakable” shithead who can’t beat a fucking Pikey, or the blue-haired wonder who can’t beat a senior citizen, I won’t tell you what you can and can’t do with your money. But I can say that you might as well set it on fucking fire.
 
Some people just aren’t compatible with greatness, I wouldn’t know that problem. I’ve had monsters, technical masters, brutes, beauty queens, legends and my best fucking friend put in front of me and nothing even came close to slowing me down. And I’m gonna keep doing what I’m doing because if anyone else even tried to carry the weight that I do, their bodies would crumble to dust. I’m just performing my duties in protecting this company from false idols. One of you doesn’t belong here and one of you has let me down. When all this is over, maybe we can laugh together over a pint, but I’m pretty sure the reality is that I just have to be that much better. Best of luck champs, the Ace Killer’s coming to do her thing. And seeing as I'm the only one who's actually defended their belt overseas, that makes me the onle WORLD champion among our ranks, suck on that, cunts.
 
Natalie rises and nonchalantly throws a wad of cash in the air as she walks through it falling down like confetti.
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Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 16th 2019, 5:02 am by El Ironico
The Pledge

“Every great magic trick consists of three parts or ‘acts’. The first part is called ‘The Pledge’. The magician shows you something ordinary: a deck of cards, a bird or a man. He shows you this object. Perhaps he asks you to inspect it to see if it is indeed real, unaltered, normal... but of course, it probably isn’t.”

[A purple caravan of growing notoriety stands in the middle of an open plain at dusk. Outside of it, the flames of a barbecue flicker. Above the smoke and sizzling sausages sways the curvaceous bikini’d torso of a woman whose proportions hover somewhere between cartoon fantasy and Nicki Minaj’s apparently real physique. Upon this glorious frame sits , strangely, a boyishly handsome yet manly face. Be not alarmed. This is not some chimera or Frankenstein’s monster. It is only the perfectly sculpted man, Harman Ardelean, in an apron designed with a humorous optical illusion. Harman turns his hot dogs in complete focus. It is a skill he learned on one of his many great adventures when he dodged parking ticket violations all across the Eastern coast of Oz. The sky is grey but also kinda red for the sunset, and there is a light, drizzling rain.]

They told me I was mad.

[Harman lifts a phallic snag from the grill and places it in a virginal white bun. Make of that what you will. He then opens a jar labeled “Muraturi”, takes a whiff and shudders in strange delight.]

They told me that I was crazy. They said it couldn’t be done. That it SHOULDN’T be done...

[Taking a spoon, he scoops what appears to be an assortment of pickled produce: Cabbage, beetroot, shallots, a pear... are those grapes? Harman deposits these carefully along the length of his grilled meat.]

Now here we are...

[Harman eyes his monstrously experimental fusion snag longingly. Suddenly, he takes a highly anticipated bite, then two, then vigorously thrusts the entire remainder into his gaping maw. A whole foot long... gone in seconds.]

That... That was magic. That was.

[Harman greedily sucks the vinegary residue from his fingers before catching sight of the camera. His eyes widen momentarily in surprise but he is soon playing it cool again.]

Oh... I didn’t see you there. Are you... Yes. Yes of course. It’s THAT night is it? I guess it is and I guess you are wondering why I called you here.

[The camera oscillates up and down to intimate “yes”.]

Good. Very good. Well get yourself comfortable first. Mi casa is su casa. Erm... Do you want some?

[Harman begins to prepare another Gypsy pickle snag monstrosity. The camera shakes side to side in at a desperate rate of knots.]

No? Really? You would really come all the way over here to the arse end of nowhere just to refuse the Gypsy Kang’s hospitality... Even better.

[Harman impressively swallows just about the whole thing like a white girl in one of those black’d scenes that Carlos Rosso perhaps too openly re-tweets on his social media.]

You know. You might be the person to get the memo since I came to OWA. A Kang doesn’t share his throne with peasant contractors. A God doesn’t share his holy mountain with mere mortals. And Harman Ardelean does not like to share. Period. I mean... Sure, I shared some pretty spookily accurate predictions with Jake Ketone before sending him back to his next AA meeting. Hell, I even shared my wedding invitation +1 with Kevin Maverick - that’s the last time I ever do that, by the by. If you really want to nitpick, I shared a corner with that Garry Carson against the so-called Killer Alpha Squad. Now, let me just ask you one question here. Do you really think that I’m just going to share the credit for pinning the Omega Heavyweight Champion with my bwoi Gaz?

[Acknowledging the silence. Harman tilts his head with a cheeky closed-lipped smile.]

Yes or no? Come on, mate. I need an answer here. It’s not rhetorical except that actually it totally is and no, I’m definitely not sharing any credit with anyone at all. Garry Carson can just count himself lucky that he was sprawled outside of the ring somewhere while I was proving that I’m already the KANG among Gods of War even though I’ve still got to mop up this tournament finals yet. This is what everyone needs to get into their heads. My kind of sharing is really just me taking literally anything and everything that I want at any given time. I share a night with a woman. I take my thrills. I share a drink with another man. I’m taking his bank card and social security number. You share a ring with me: I’m taking a W, I’m taking the fight purse, I’m taking all of the glory. And you, Sir? At best you’re taking a beating. Maybe, if you can still walk, you’ll do like that big lad from my first match and take your walking papers back to Never Never Land or wherever the hell you come from. Now come with me...

[Harman guides the camera in for a closer look at the caravan. It’s purple. It’s glittery. It almost glows in the twilight.]

It’s about time I shared a good look at what’s being fought for at Civil War. What we are REALLY fighting for. Some people will tell you that the God of War prize is to be recognized as the best up-and-comer in the business of handy blows and catchy cash can catches or something. That is, to show everybody that you are ready to take your place among sporting deities and, even better, PICK. YOUR. SHOT. Now let’s be real here. The Mongoose has been saying that he’s been around the block. He’s an established star. He’s going to the top regardless but he wants this one just to spite everyone who whines “he doesn’t need it”. Top flex. Respeck. And then there is me. Now I’m not trying to be funny but if Bull Lebowski doesn’t come out begging me to take a shot at his belt after I smashed his crown jewels and pinned his fat ass last match then I don’t know what to say. If Raging Bull Flubber doesn’t even have one testicle left to come to me as a MAN to finish business regardless then that’s just a bad look for the champ and his title. In that case, maybe he’s not worth my time. Maybe I’m better off going after the Big Hobo. Jake Keeton got a couple of shots. How hard can it be to skip that queue?

[After a pause to scratch his chin and ponder this great mystery, the Gypsy Kang shrugs and continues his rant.]

Accolades are fun. Money is the root of all evil and therefore VERY fun. But, if you ask me, there are too many “prizefighters” these days. That’s marketing talk for liking to get paid a lot to fight cans while being too shook to take on a real challenge. But in the Gypsy community if you really care that much about money you’re just another white boy with a steady job and a pension. Above all, the Traveller community is all about freedom and our traditional way of life. We don’t like to be tied down and it’s hard to chase that promotion on the road. You gotta value other things in than money. The respect. The Prestige. And in the world of Gypsy Bare Knuckle Brawling there is nothing more prestigious than a ‘Gitanos de Furgetas’ match. Man against man. Van against van. Loser goes for a hike and sleeps under a park bench. Kinda like how the OWA Openweight Champ lives except you also have to go through the added humiliation of getting a job and saving enough wonga to buy a new van before being allowed back into the community.

[Harman raps the side of his caravan with his knuckles.]

This here is my pride and joy. Actually, she’s more than that. She’s my symbol. She’s my flag-bearer. She’s my sometime lover. When you see her coming round the mountain from about 3 mile off you know that Harman’s coming. And you know that he’s coming fast because we got a V12 pulling her and she’s built for speed as well as comfort. Perhaps most importantly, she’s my home. That’s right. You heard ‘em say “bet your house on it”. Harman bet his house on it and for what? The grimy little Mystery Smell Machine that Mongoose, Caspain and the Scooby Dooby Du Bwois have been sleeping in for months without a shower or a port-a-potty between them? There are some things this should tell you:

1)I’m crazy. Like there are a lot of ‘characters’ in this line of work but it’s not even pantomime anymore, maybe I’m just on a higher level of consciousness at this point because no one can figure me out.

2)Though some have been quick to spot supposed similarities between our style, mannerisms, and love of pickles; I have far better taste than McQueen ever will have. All those Pickle-Oh winnings and the Drag Queen of Games still can’t choose a decent van. If the money isn’t going on cocaine, blackjack and hookers then someone really should have a talk to him because there is really no other excuse.

3)I really hate lying to people. I have a reputation to uphold. When the Mystic Gyp makes a prediction by the power of the crystal nut, then it damn well better happen. The world needs a little more magic and I’m making it my duty to ‘share’ some of that with the world via the medium of accurate precognition of the torrid futures of every poor son of bitch that stands in my way. I told McQueen I’d take his boys, his 24/7 title and his van. 2 out of 3 ain’t bad but my OCD can’t take it. It’s a stain on my conscience. I got the jitters and they won’t go away until I see him taking public transport to his next match like the bus wanker I know he is on the inside.

4)The Kang is just that confident. Victory by murder. Anyone who disagrees is a filthy casual who fails to note that never in the history of OWA has there ever been a Wrestling / Pickle-Oh crossover World Champion. Statistically the best base discipline for Pro Wrestling has always been “A Bad Motherfucker on Worldstar” with collegiate wrestling being a distant second. These are the big leagues, Kid. Traditional Martial Arts like Aikido and Pickle-Oh have never been as effective on the streets as Steven Seagal told you, and they sure as hell don’t mean shit to the Gypsy Kang of Gods.
[Obviously impressed that he has successfully owned the keyboard warriors who have doubted him and predicted Moongoose McQueen as the next God of War, Harman struts over and opens the door to his caravan placing one foot on the step.]

Get in, Loser. Maybe it’s not 2005 anymore but I told you the Gypsy community was all about tradition and we’re bringing back the spirit of MTV Cribz to show Mongoose McQueen and all you other peasants watching the obnoxiously luxurious property that you will never ever have.

[Harman steps inside and ushers the cameraman to follow. Tentatively, he does. Glamour shots of the interior set to a 16 year old RnB track which sounds very familiar although you can’t name it or the artist follow.]

Welcome to my crib. Make yourself at home, this is the closest you are ever going to get. To your right is the bathroom. I think we need another Jacuzzi but I’m not sure. Also spot my premium, high caliber, self-cleaning portaloo in the corner. It has a built in bidet function a perfume dispenser so my shit really does smell like roses. Mongoose, I know you won’t have a van to put it in very soon but you should really consider investing in one. If you keep sharing public toilets with the gang without any private hygiene facilities then sooner or later you’re going to pick up a staph infection or an STI or something so just get yourself to the clap clinic regularly until then. If you want, I can hook you up, just tell ‘em that Harman sent you although I’m not sure whether they’ll give you a discount or just tell you to fuck off. Worth a try.

[Harman takes the cameraman even further into the caravan to a galley kitchen / pantry area. There’s a hardwood hoosier cabinet with a stove top, pots, utensils and, most glaringly, very many more jars of Muraturi.]

This is where Kang fuel is made. Just like my swang-and-bang approach to punching people’s souls from their bodies some would call it a little limited but it does the job perfectly well. And look at the fuel itself. They say that McQueen the King of Pickles but I’ve already said what I think about your Pickle-Oh credentials. These here, these are Worldstar grade pickles. These are pickles from the streets. Just a few baby ones here were enough to knock out Kevin Maverick and official on their own but we too gangsta for that VAR life so you can keep that Pickle-Oh title. It’s as worthless as every other egg-and-spoon race belt you’ve brought home from the ring.

[Harman drags the cameraman even further to the far-end living area. All of the cushions are conspicuously covered in clear, waterproof plastic sheets.]

And this is where the magic happens. Not fortune-telling, I spit truth 24/7. I mean this sofa is actually a futon. It folds right out into a bed, it’s where I try before I buy prospective Gypsy Queens. Like me, it hides more than at first meets the eye. It can do more than anyone ever gave it credit for. It’s got different positions, it’s got a heated blanket. Bitch, it even has a fold out cup holder. How swish is that? I can never be fucked to read the manual so there are probably a few more functions here that I am - LITERALLY - sleeping on but in a way that’s perfect, right? Because everyone’s been sleeping on me too.

[Harman jumps and lands sprawled out along the sofa.]

Let me guess, you’re feeling pretty good for yourself. In fact, you’re almost cool as a - pickled - cucumber. Almost. You’ve seen the grand prize. It tickles your fancy. After a brief scare you’re getting your red panty night after all. And you got this loud mouth opponent just selling the fight for you who, as far as you can tell, is nothing you haven’t already dealt with before. The ‘Kang’ has no credentials. He got lucky and surprised you for his only accolade, a 12 second reign in the chaos that is the 24/7 race. He can’t take a thing seriously and his biggest statement one-on-one win was against an over the hill, washed up, recovering alcoholic. Sure I’ve got the knack for bending the rules in my favor and I almost always do when I hit the ring. But that’s nothing new, you’ve been through the same puddle of shit before with RD3 and look how well you had him figured out. Harman’s just a Reginald that sleeps on a fold up bed and never bothered to learn how to wrestle. Jackpot.

This pretender “God” most look so human to you. So ordinary. So normal to a superstar like you. But keep thinking that. And watch everything you know about the world turn upside down like magic when I show you that You are just a McQueen but I am a God. First the Prestige of that name, then everything else. With all the sponsorship deals I’ll be raking in, my face could be selling McKANG burgers all across America. And hey, you getting dropped on your head in a dozen different variations could be the Happy Meal toy. Just think of the possibilities. Mongoose falling off the turnbuckle. Mongoose getting a Gutter Crown. Mongoose headbutting a caravan door. Mongoose falling out of hi-sorry... MY new van. I’m sure it’ll be a hit with the kids. For once you’ll be selling more gear than the dodgy doctor in our locker room and with all the little potential choking hazards in every town... McQueen you’ll be at your most dangerous ever.

The Purple Patch Continues.

Red Panties For Everyone.





Layne Kurobane
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 16th 2019, 4:53 am by Layne Kurobane
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Honor! It is what drives men to glory! It is what drives others to an early grave! It is a code of morality that separates a killer from a soldier! Honor plants a seed deep into the soul of a man to sprout forth a mighty tree - one that branches out to form the paths of which he’ll take throughout his life! A man without honor does not rely on such a thing! He has no path laid out for him! He does not rely on destiny! Fate is an illusion to him! Layne Kurobane has been both of these at one point in his lifetime! He has been a man with honor, and a man that knows no honor! He’s colored inside the lines, and walked beyond the boundaries! Looking him in the eyes is a challenge! Not merely one within a ring, but one to his beliefs! To his very character! To his sense of honor, or lack thereof!

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Nice to see you again too, Jeff.

Ya know, I almost missed some asshole jumping in from out of nowhere to drive my face square into the canvas. Almost. But I get it. Hey, don’t worry about it. I get it. I get what kind of guy you are. I know you well enough. You and I - we’ve been here before, as you know. We’ve played this game. We’ve danced to this same old song. It’s kind of funny, if I’m being honest. You thrive on being kind of, what, a “renegade”? Kind of like a rebel, I guess you could say. That’s what you are, right? You don’t necessarily abide by what anyone wants you to do or how you should do it. You attack when it’s the most opportune time to do so, and you take what you want. You drink your beers and lay people out and all that jazz. It’s just funny to me that a guy who relies so much on being unpredictable could be so very predictable at the same time. It’s not that I didn’t expect you to do something like what you did on Olympus, Jeff. More like I just didn’t care enough to take any precautions against it. And I swear to GOD, Jeff, that isn’t an excuse. I swear! I don’t mean that I knew you were coming, I just knew it was inevitable. I knew that sooner or later, Jeff X would strike because that’s simply what Jeff X does. I’ve had it happen to me multiple times by this point, so I can’t say I’m not a little used to it by now, but the issue to me isn’t about you needing to compensate for something by doing what you did on Olympus, Jeff. The issue isn’t about what you do to me when I’m playing nice and simply speaking. It’s about how predictable you are when it REALLY matters inside the ring.

I feel like even despite how little time you and I had around each other, I grew to know you quite a bit. I know how you operate, and I know what you like to do. Most of all, I know that the only real ace you’ve ever had up your sleeve is how unique you are at finding moments to catch me when I’m least expecting it. And that’s exactly what you did at Final Destination, isn’t it? That’s why I’m standing here not as the still reigning Spartan Champion, but as the Television Champion. You caught me when it absolutely mattered the most, and I came to know you in that moment better than I ever had before. I know what you’re willing to do and how you do it. The question is: do you know ME that well? Do you, Jeff? Do you know what I’m willing to do? Do you know why I do it? Do you know how I’ll do it? I’m not one to live in the past, but I don’t just go blissfully ignoring it either. I learn from it. I adapt to it. Every single person who’s gotten the better of me, I learned from it, and I took it all back and more when the chips were down. So I learned, Jeff. I learned from you. I wasn’t expecting this time to come around any time soon, but here we are. I know you want this to be about making me your bitch and taking the Spartan Championship from me, but that’s not it. It’s really not. Feel free to lay me out when I’m talking casually in the ring or anywhere else. Hold that Spartan Championship up proudly and remind the world of who it is you took it from at Final Destination. Have a beer, Jeff. But I’m not here for your meager assaults. I’m not here for your Title. I’m not here for your piss-tasting beer. I’m here to be better than you in the ring. I don’t need to defend this Television Championship, and I don’t need your Spartan Championship on the line. All I need, Jeff, is to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that I’m better than you in that ring, in this environment or any other. It’s as simple as that.

Also watching you get your skull cracked by a steel chair after expecting me to bother showing up was hilarious.



Oh yeah, there’s someone else here, isn’t there? Yeah, well, I… Have heard of you. Sorry, I got so caught up in talking about Jeff that I honestly forgot you were in this match. But that’s alright, don’t let that get you down or anything. Don’t feel too insulted. Well… No, that’s a lie. You should really feel incredibly insulted, Roni. You should be downright pissed off. I wish I could tell you that I’m just fucking with you to get under your skin, but I mean it. Every single word of it. I forgot all about you. I don’t know much about you at all. I don’t know where you’ve been or how you got here. I don’t know who you even beat to become the Goddesses Champion. I don’t know a single detail about who exactly Roni Ozborn is, and that’s on me, I suppose. I haven’t been as observant as I used to be. I haven’t been keeping an eye on the best this company has to offer like I used to. Now maybe that’s just because I’ve gotten lazy. Maybe I’ve lost inspiration. Maybe I’m declining, Roni. Or maybe… Just MAYBE… I didn’t see you on my radar because maybe you’re just not one of the best worth looking at. Kidding! I’m kidding! I’m sure you’re great. I’m sure you’ve put on some amazing, thrilling matches that have left people in absolute awe. But I’m not gonna lie, Roni, it is a bit worrying how none of what you’ve done has ever splashed far enough to reach me. But here you are regardless. You’ve got that Championship, and you’re here where you belong for holding it. I may not know you, but what better way to get to know you than by meeting you in the ring for the first time? Jeff may have let his unpredictability become predictable, but you really ARE unpredictable. You’re an unknown to me. I dare say that in a certain way, Roni, you’re a nobody.

So be somebody.

It’s that simple. I really can’t say I give a shit if it bothers you that I’m saying this or that it’s something you’ve heard before plenty of times and now it’s just noise. Whatever you feel about what I’m saying doesn’t matter - what matters is how it’s going to be the same story inside the ring when I treat you just like you’re a nobody. When you realize that you’ve become just a minor player in a story bigger than you. You’re not here because I want you here in any way, shape, or form. You’re here because you have that Championship and nothing more. I have something to settle with Jeff, but you? You better do me a favor and show me exactly why you’re in my way. I don’t care about what brands you or Jeff represent. I don’t care about brand supremacy. I don’t care about which side walks out the most dominant. You know what I care about, Roni? I care about beating the people in front of me. So I suggest whatever it is you’ve gone through that took you up on top of this mountain - bring it with you. All of it. Every single Goddamn ounce of it, because you’re gonna need it. This match means something to me well beyond something as trivial as brands. It means beating two more people. Two more names. And that’s all you’ll be if you can’t stop me from that, Roni. Just a name. Just another name. Just a person that wasn’t worth the price of admission. Just a character that could only support and never star. Just a wrestler that only got to be in that match by being the Champion at the right time and nothing more. And if can’t prove all of that wrong, you’ll be dragging yourself back to that grave and crying for an entirely different reason. I promise you that.

Go for broke.

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The more Layne Kurobane has attempted to side with honor or dishonor, the less attached he has become to both! The longer it has gone on, the more clear it has become to him that neither side suits him! That it has never been in him to walk along a path that he cannot stray from! It has never been in him to exploit the boundaries that others operate by for his own personal gain! He detached himself from those beliefs until he found himself on a side and neither side! One where he does not represent those beliefs or lack of beliefs, but simply himself! He represents only himself! He represents Layne Kurobane! Honor does not bring him glory, and dishonor does not give him satisfaction! He he does not follow a path nor break from one! Instead he has etched his own path! He decides where it goes and how far it may take him! He does! Only he!!!


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Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 15th 2019, 5:55 pm by Tarah Moore


Vox Populi---Civil War
Promo Number One

“This is a call to arms Gather soldiers Time to go to war This is a battle song Brothers and sisters Time to go to war Ever want to be free? Do you even remember? Wanna be God the devil like me Ever want to just stop? Do you want to surrender? Or fight for victory? Here we are at the start I can feel the beating of our hearts Here we are at the start Darkness falls here comes the rain To wash away the past and the names Darkness falls here comes the rain To end it all the blood and the game.”

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The scene begins in a small, bright lit training room. Weight benches, Boxing bags and resting benches filled the room and in the middle of it all stood a worn out squared circle. It was old with faded painted corners and a few stretchings covering a few spots on the mat. Besides that, a few of the turnbuckle covers were missing but other then that? It was the best looking training ring within miles. The camera scans the room once more before it lands on The ShockCollar herself, throwing punches at a punching bag. Another punch thrown. Then another. Sweat rolled down her skin as she swung a few more times before The trainer stopped the bag from swinging. With a smile, the trainer she was working with nodded his head before he walked away. After he left, Nova sighed picking up and placing her towel around her neck before taking a drink of her water. After a moment, She closed her eyes with a tired looking smile on her lips. “War is upon us. This team I belong to and The ones we are facing up against....they all have to be ready.” 


“But me?” Tarah opens her eyes to look at the camera, “I have been in a so called ‘WAR’ since I first stepped into the wrestling ring 13years ago. I have been fighting for EVERYTHING---against EVERYONE for so long; I honestly will never see the end of this ‘WAR’ till I unlace my chucks for the very last time. People truly don't understand the meaning of ‘WAR’. the Meaning of bringing everything to the squared circle and letting your fist do the talking but I do. I have been to ‘WAR’ against Gods & Goddesses. Queens & Kings---And just last year a bared my teeth against a fellow Wolf and won. Some of these young Alphas that I will be facing off against at CIVIL WAR are truly not ready for the scars that a war like this can bring them. The broken bones, ripped tendons. Pulled muscles. The tinted yellow skin that takes weeks to leave your body but even when it's done, you still can feel the pain it leaves behind. Due to WARS like this very one, I still have marks all over my body; like a road map, I can remember what scar goes to which Battle that I have had. It is a bittersweet thing to think about but at the end of it all---After you're hand is raised in the middle of the WAR ZONE---it is worth it...but alast, these other teams---Kingdom, Odyssey---They won’t get to know that feeling of relief washing over them. Not with Olympus standing so tall with the warriors it has.” 


Tarah smirks, shaking her head. “This team. My Team--It has so many strong, over powered beings that I can’t even see how the other teams can stand up against us. Besides myself: The SHOCKCOLLAR of Hardcore Wrestling. The First Lady of--not only OLYMPUS--but OWA itself---We have Warriors like Kevin Maverick & The Derelict standing tall. They both have so much power and ring awareness, they could run through anyone they wanted to..And after them? We have our so called Captain: Gareth Cason. Yes, Legit Dangerous is leading us into the battle and with all of us together as one unit, I don’t dare say what will happen to the other teams---It might be spoilers if I do. Tarah giggles to herself softly before taking a sip of her water. Placing the cap back on her water, The ShockCollar lets out a hums. “Now before The other teams get their panties in a bunch by thinking I’m being TOO cocky and overconfident, breathe. I'm not totally counting you're teams out---not completely, of course.”

“So...lets starts with TEAM KINGDOM, shall we?” Tarah smiles slowly, “A team who is filled four men that I either had run-ins almost every week last season or who I am personally connected to. A team that I believe that will probably be at each others throats more than wrestling against Us or TEAM ODYSSEY. I mean honestly, Did they REALLY think it was such a bright idea to throw my darling husband on the same team as Carlos Rosso?” The Best Woman Alive crosses her arms over her chest, rather annoyed. “Truthfully, Team or no Team, I hope my Husband clocks you in the face, Rosso. See, when you and the Zaibatsu attacked my love, I lost all respect for you. It took EVERYTHING in my will power and Bull Connors to hold me back from jumping ships and beating you down with my Baseball Bat...But I get it. You are just trying to be relevant, right?  Because you know as well as I do that you are just an old wrestler that has been clinging to the younger alpha’s trunks for dear life these last few years. You are a leech, basically. You fight hard in between those velvet ropes, you do but at the end of the night; you are nothing but Keelan’s Bitch. It hurts to hear it out loud but we both know its the truth. Anyone from the Zaibatsu--Keelan, The Wild Boys or even Cloudy---They snap their fingers and say “JUMP”; you will be the first Motherfucka to say “HOW HIGH”---And that is honestly sad given the fact of who you were---But no matter, right? You’ll deny it all and call me a stupid bitch and talk this big game with your chest pushed out. You’ll act all big and tough but we both know you are the weak link on TEAM KINGDOM. Yes, Just like with The Zaibatsu, you will be the one holding them down and due to that fact, you will be the first one to go from TEAM KINGDOM Tarah pauses for a moment, “---Or it could be you, Miltiades. Honestly I wouldn’t be shocked which on of you fell first on TEAM KINGDOM. I mean what have you done since moving to the Yellow brand? I mean besides become Rosso's punching bag last KINGDOM. You moved over there and fell hard. Almost every week you have had a match, you failed. You went from being one of the top Alpha’s on OLYMPUS to becoming nothing but slower mid-card trash. Now I dunno if I wanna say thats karma for all the times you called yourself the King believing you deserved everything... Tarah Shrugs her shoulders playfully, “It might be but who knows; ALL I know is you are not WORTH my time due to the fact that after all the battles we have had; you have become nothing but dirt beneath my boots.” With that, Tarah slowly lower herself to the mat she was standing on, sitting legs crossed. The camera follows her down to the new level. 

“With those two out of the way, I move onto the two stronger men of TEAM KINGDOM: Christopher Sabertooth & My Beloved, CM Nas. I call those two the strongest because I know them both in and outside of the ring. One, Sabertooth, was a throne in my side all of last year. Claiming to be the Last REAL Wrestler and was a cunt about it till he finally took a good few blows to the face by me and a few others to realize that He wasn’t the TRUE last Real Wrestler that is gracing OWA’s wrestling rings. And since the move to KINGDOM, unlike Miltiades, Sabertooth has been making something of himself. Facing off against big names that have ruled KINGDOM with Iron Fists---but failing. See I watched you're match against Ms. Jaxon and I truly thought you had it in the bag but sadly, you proved me wrong, my dear. And after I watched that match, hearing her music over ‘Headstrong’ I started to realize that when it comes to the KINGDOM shows, you can find ways to win but when it actually means something; you choke...And for your sake, I pray you don’t choke at CIVIL WAR because between all of the men that I have went to war with last Season, you were my favorite of them all. I wanna see the Old Sabertooth fight with his teeth and claws like the last time we faced off. It's been so long since I actually had a challenge between those velvet ropes, I pray you bring me one, my child.” For a moment, The Leader looks down at her lap with a smile on her lips before looking back at the camera, “And with that all being said, I must bring you up at least, My Love. The Captain of the KINGDOM Brand. The one True Golden God who is leading his pack to what he assumes to be glory but will only end in disaster for them all. It is not fully you're fault, of course, my beloved. Just look at the men I just got finished speaking about. Just a group of wounded alphas, barely clinging to life. The only one you can truly trust by your side in this WAR is Sabertooth but other than him? You have no one but yourself to fight with. And against two teams filled with growling, hunger young Alphas; ready to claw out anyone’s eyes just to make a name for themselves...but then you have Us. You and Me. We are the older generation that is still fighting our way through it all like we have always done. We aren’t like Rosso, who believes he isn’t just a bag of dust who’s about to be blown away by the competition, no. We can actually hang with the Alphas of the Future. We have been guiding them to what they will be...but at CIVIL WAR, none of that matters. Once again, we stand across from each other but this time it's not about us, no. It's about bragging rights over which brand is the best over the other. Between KINGDOM, OLYMPUS & ODYSSEY. That is what this weekend is all about and I promise you, my love, like all the other times you and I have faced off; I will not go easy on you. KINGDOM might be the flagship. The one that started all of what you see around us today but OLYMPUS is the one that keeps the OWA Universe coming back for more each and every week. We have the names. The stories. The must see Alphas Fighting in our ring but your brand? You have what---Udy? The Wild Boys? Nate Cage chasing around Kenny Drake like an idiot.” She shakes her head once again, “I am sorry, my beloved but your team does not have what it takes to stand against TEAM OLYMPUS. You cannot box with this greatness we have on the Blue Brand. You lose, game over.” 

“So with KINGDOM out of the way, I turn to the last team in this three way dance---TEAM ODYSSEY.” Tarah places her hands on her knees, smiling sweetly at the camera. “Now happily the Captain of ODYSSEY has a voice and used to a few days back. Dulce Torres, a young woman who I and my daughter loves to watch on Odyssey. She is a role model. The highest ter of what an Odyssey Alpha SHOULD be...unlike the other women on your team. Diantha Moreau, Eris and of course, Persephone Bane. Three women who I will speak about first before I come back to you, Dulce, because I rather get them out of the way before I speak about the real threat on TEAM ODYSSEY.” With a sigh, Nova starts to speak again, “First we have Diantha Moreau. A once known member of the Wolvesden. One of the many women I do not care for in this match. See, I have seen you fight. I have been between the Velvet Ropes before with many moons ago and you do not scare me. You ran with the wolves and got away. You claim you became someone different but you haven't. You are still stuck in the Wolvesden way, no matter how hard you fight it---you still have the mark on your skin and for that, you will be my prey come CIVIL WAR, Diantha. Indeed, I still hold that grudge close to me even though it has been so long but no matter...All that matters if the fact that you were running with Wolvesden then they tried to ruin my life and now? Now, at CIVIL WAR, I’m gonna ruin yours. I am a woman of my words, Diantha; remember that. Tarah Nods her head before continuing, “Another woman that should keep that in mind is Eris. Now saying she reminds me of myself from a few years ago is an understatement. I attempted the same thing back in the day. I tried my hardest to clear the Division that I ruled. I took out over 24 men and women in order to keep my division pure...but Eris, It's not going to be enough; not even for a woman like yourself. You will feel like you have it down, like you have finally cleaned the ODYSSEY brand...until more appear. One by one, more will pop out of the shadows like daisies in the snow and frankly, Eris? You will never be strong enough to overthrow all of the unwanted and the 'impurities'. No matter how many mindless followers you bring to ODYSSEY, it will never be enough. THE VOID, this army you have created, is going to fall...maybe not soon but one day. It's going to ball up on itself, like a snake catching its own tell and it will destroy itself. How do I know this, you may ask? It's because I’ve truly been in the same boat and unlike you, I have learned from my mistakes while you just attempt to fight them in different ways. Bring more people in. Cheat. Blind them with mist. Scare them into Submission. Everything you have up your sleeves but I promise you, Eris, just like on the ODYSSEY Brand; those tricks won’t help you in the WAR you have found yourself apart of. OLYMPUS is too strong to fall for anything you plan on throwing at us. And KINGDOM? Well maybe some of them might be stupid enough but after a while they will snap out of it...I can assure you that much.” The ShockCollar reaches up and pulls her towel from around her neck, placing on the ground by her. “But...enough about Eris, times time to move onto this Persephone Bane character that I have heard so much of...I mean, I know it's clearly Savannah Sunshine in Goth makeup but let's just play make believe that Savannah Sunshine is dead and get over it, shall we?” Tarah Shrugs her shoulders, “Anyway..Frankly this is the Alpha I truly don’t care for within this match. Persephone Sunshine is just another side of this girl that has failed to reach the top of the food chain. She's no threat to me. No bone in my body shakes a the sight of her or all that shit. She is just another Woman that has walked onto the ODYSSEY Brand, believing that they would become something or someone but it never happened. Savvy Bane over here became just another woman that falls flat every time she steps in the ring with anyone. She's a flook. A wannabe wrestler with no wrestling abilities in her whole body. I mean truthfully I don’t even think the DEVIL HIMSELF would be caught dead with the likes of her. God, I am truly sorry that Dulce Torres is stuck being a Captain to a team like this. Teamed up with three Women who will be too full of themselves to fight for ODYSSEY. They only care about themselves, not giving a damn about any other. Its annoyed and stupid but it is the cards that GM Viola threw you're way, right, Dulce?” Her smile grows a small bit. “Like I said before, you are an amazing Alpha. Truly one of the best ODYSSEY has to offer right now but frankly, I do not believe even you; a young woman who has been through so much, can carry such a flawed team like this one to victory. You have the losing end of the WAR already; before it EVEN begun and it's truly remarkable yet upsetting to watch you stand so tall with no one behind you---but that does not mean I feel sorry for you in anyway, shape or form, my dear. I will not show you mercy inside those velvet ropes. In fact, you are the one probably getting the most fight out of me coming this weekend. See, I have faced so many of the men on my husband’s team and my own as well but ODYSSEY? You are the only one worth a fight. Hell! Even WORTH wasting a breath on and Yes---I do I pray you and I meet in the middle of that ring, Dulce. You are the future of OWA, after all. Truly one of the only Women besides myself and Jaxon that is showing the world what Women can do in the wrestling ring and for that, you have my respect. So with that beginning said, Dulce, I will not go easy on you at CIVIL WAR. In fact, you will get everything I can throw at you. You deserve a fight against the Best Woman Alive and fight you will get, my dear. Just warning though; don’t blink when my knees begin to fly, Dove, or it might be the beginning of the end for you....But good luck never the less.

Tarah slowly stands up from the ground, taking her towel and water bottle with her as she does. “With all words spoken and the Teams getting for a WAR---I will already be standing on the battlefield; awaiting the first signs of the beginning. I am ready to stand across the ring from My Husband’s and Ms. Future of OWA’s Teams. I am not scared, no. I am more eagered than anything. I want a fight. I want a WAR and happily, that is what I am getting myself in. CIVIL WAR is coming up so fast and I just pray to every god among us that I get a fight that I have been dying for.” 

“So...TEAM OLYMPUS, wake up. It's time to GO TO WAR!!!!” With that, Tarah rises her fist into the air, a smile on her lips and danger in her eyes. For a moment, the camera stays on her before it fades to black; ending the scene. 





  WORDS:  3113 | TAGGED: TEAM KINGDOM & TEAM ODYSSEY
:copyright: TARAH JAY NOVA


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Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 14th 2019, 2:18 pm by Guest
I Shall Build My Legacy Here With Blood, Sweat, and Tears

(We are shown a graveyard somewhere in Michigan, and we see the Goddesses Champion Roni Ozborn dressed in her usual attire of ripped jeans, black band t-shirt, her battle vest, and a black Detroit Tigers fitted standing in front of a tombstone with the name Amadeus D. Crowe written on it. The Goddesses Championship is draped over her shoulder. She soon takes the belt from her shoulder and drapes it over the tombstone. Roni not facing the camera and trying to hold back her tears begins to speak)

I finally did it. I finally fucking did it. Look at it. Look at how beautiful this championship is, and it is mine. After, all the blood, sweat, and tears I put into this business and it finally paid off.

(Roni then drops to her knees and tears are seen running down her face. Her hands clenching and pushing the championship onto the tombstone.)

I owe it all to you, Crowe. The man who gave me hope and took me under your wing and trained me to become who I am. This is all because of you and I wanted to show that I am a champion, now. I wanted to show that everything you told me about being passionate and giving it your all and I even accepted failure as an option paid off finally for me. I only wished you were there when I won this championship because I know you would be proud of me. At Civil War, I will show that everything I have learned from you, HANA, and OWA, in general, was worth the investment of time in me.

(Roni wipes her tears away and soon stands up grabbing her belt off of the tombstone, and begins heading back to her ‘92 Cadillac DeVille. Roni then throws the belt over her shoulder and jumps onto the hood of her car and sits cross-legged). 

I promise myself if I ever get accepted by any promotion, I will go out there every night and give it my all no matter the cost because I owe it to the owner, the fans, everyone who supported me, and most importantly myself. Let’s face it when I began my journey, I was a no one. I was just some girl who grew up in a single-parent household in the rough parts of Detroit, who had dreams of making it in Wrestling and moving away to achieve a better life for myself. I thought those dreams were just that...a pipe dream something I could never achieve, but Crowe, as mentioned before took me under his wing and trained and made me think about my dreams, were achievable. That hope is what made me pursue wrestling as my main career choice as it was either I make it or break it. I never could find a place that I could call home for it was due to poor booking, backstage politics, or the owner seeing me as nothing more than a jobber and that was it. All my hope was gonna until I saw an ad for OWA and that it was holding an open try out. So I took what money I had and the car that I was living out of and drove to Chicago and attended the tryout. As someone once said, “If you had one shot or one opportunity to seize everything you ever wanted. In one moment, would you capture it or just let it slip?” and I knew this was my one opportunity and I knew I had so my best and prove why OWA should sign me. So I did just that. I went out there and put on a match that I put everything I have in it. When I didn’t hear anything for a few days, I figured I wasn’t accepted, but I was wrong.

(Roni pauses for a minute and runs her hands through her hair)

I got a phone call when I answered it was none other than Viola DeMarco, herself. She said she was impressed by me, and that I had real potential to become a top star in her brand. She asked if I would accept and I did in a heartbeat. Now, look at me. Look at everything I have accomplished! I have the fans chanting my name! I am the current Goddesses Champion! I proved that an underdog like me can become the standard and become someone who shouldn’t be taken lightly! I proved to all the naysayers that I was worth the time to invest in! I showed...I showed that nobody can become a somebody. I will show Viola didn’t make a mistake by having me on her brand...I will show everyone who I am and what I have become.

(Roni wipes a tear away and she begins to tap her left index finger on the hood of her car)

I know why this match is happening? I am really surprised Jeff didn’t mention it, well he did allude to it by saying something on the line that we, Layne, himself, and myself, are the three workhorses of this company. That is very true, but our story is a bit deeper you care to look at it. Jeff was a man down on his luck and on his last dime, but OWA came along and saved him. Layne was “wasted potential”, but soon claimed OWA as his home and turned a new page in the book of his life. Does this all sound familiar at all? It should because it is the same thing, or relatively close to what I said about Dulce and me. All three of us are just one of the same...a Triforce if you will. Three separate, but equal, pieces that fuse to become one. Layne would be the Triforce of Loyalty, Jeff would be the Triforce of Respect, and myself would the Triforce of Heart. Those are the elements we three showcase the most, and it is because of those elements that OWA ever makes a Trio Belt, and we decided to join forces...well then hardly anyone could beat us. That is why I predict this match will be the one to watch and the one where the fans will lose their minds over. You have three wrestlers, who are willing to defend their brand to no end and prove that they are better...to prove that they have what it takes to lead their brand when it is their time to do so. Think about each one of us went through hell for our respected championship. We were willing to fight for our respectful titles and it showed, as we all three won the respected belts so this match...this match in a way is fan service to fans that come and watch us each and every night. This is OWA’s thank you to the fans...or at least that is one way to look at it.

(Roni takes in a deep breath and steadily calms her nerves as her tapping begins to slow down)

I don’t normally respond to my opponent as it is excepted and cliched, but there was something Jeff said that I just couldn’t help, but to somewhat smirk at. I don’t remember the exact phrasing, but it was something on the line “He and Layne are willing to go all out” then later on something on the line of “I am not on their level or something of that sort.” You see Jeff there is just one thing you forgot...one tiny little thing you forgot. Before I did OWA, I was doing Hardcore and Deathmatch matches every week. I went through Glass Panels, had light tubes busted on my back and head, got Irish whipped into barbed wire, DDT onto a chair, and so on! Yet, you have the audacity to tell me that I couldn’t hang with you and Layne! Come on, don’t make me laugh now! I fought guys about your size and Layne’s even while I was wrestling women, though I did always come up short and would lose, I went out there and did my best no matter the cost. I lost an unfathomable amount of blood, I sweated to near extinguished in matches due to no AC, and I wiped so many tears from my face that they became bloodstained! Still, you dared said I am on your level or even Layne’s level! Again, don’t make me laugh because I saw things in matches no one should have to see or even feel! So if you and Layne want to go out and bring in tables, ladders, chairs, baseball bats, or what have you then I will simply give you a smile, flip both of you off, and be ready for it as it would be nothing for me. So bring what you want and do want as I will be prepared, but promise me one thing...just one simple fucking thing. Do not, and I repeat do fucking not go easy or half-ass in our match. Not for my sake, but for the fans that want to see a hell of a match between three of the best OWA has to offer.

(Roni proceeds to jump from the hood of her car with the belt still around her shoulder and begins to walk towards the door of her car, but pauses for a minute before turning back around)

Matthew 16:18 says, “And I tell you that you are Peter, and on this rock, I will build My church, and the gates of Hades will not prevail against it.” I am here to you all, Jeff, Layne, and anyone else who listens to my words, that I am Roni Ozborn, and upon this very brand of Odyssey,  I will build my legacy with my blood, sweat, and tears, and  no matter the price I will defend and fight for it to the end as I shall not allow anyone to disrespect it and prevail. I fought for the keys to be on Odyssey and I am letting it be known for if I ever leave here, then I lose everything I have...and I am not willing for that to happen. So long live the Spartans Champion, long live the Television Champion, and long live the Goddesses Champion. For when three, equal forces fight...well you know and will find out soon enough.

(Roni gets in her car and starts and proceeds to drive off as the song Can’t Nobody Stop Me by Royce da 5’9 can be heard playing as the scene fades to black.)
Jessie B.
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 13th 2019, 6:33 pm by Jessie B.
Day had broken cold and gray in Swedish, exceedingly cold and gray, it was nine o'clock. There was no sun nor hint of sun, though there was not a cloud in the sky. It was a clear day, and yet there seemed an intangible pall over the face of things, a subtle gloom that made the day dark, and that was due to the absence of sun. This fact did not worry the man. He was used to the lack of sun. It had been days since he had seen the sun. The trouble with him was that he was without imagination. 

You didn’t want to pick this fight…we did….

You didn’t want to go in this direction…

He was quick and alert in the things of life, but only in the things, and not in the significances. Fifty degrees below zero meant eighty-odd degrees of frost. Such fact impressed him as being cold and uncomfortable, and that was all. It did not lead him to meditate upon his frailty as a creature of temperature, and upon man's frailty in general, able only to live within certain narrow limits of heat and cold and from there on it did not lead him to the conjectural field of immortality and man's place in the universe. Fifty degrees below zero stood forte bite of frost that hurt and that must be guarded against by the use of mittens, ear-flaps, warm moccasins, and thick socks. Fifty degrees below zero was to him just precisely fifty degrees below zero. 

…but you have to prepare for this…

…and God knows We’re not people who run away from a fight…

At the man's heels trotted a dog, a big native husky, the animal was depressed by the tremendous cold. It knew that it was no time for traveling. Its instinct told it a truer tale than was told to the man by the man's judgment. In reality, it was not merely colder than fifty below zero, it was colder than sixty below, than seventy below. It was seventy-five below zero. Since the freezing point is thirty-two above zero, it meant that one hundred and seven degrees of frost obtained. The dog did not know anything about thermometers. Possibly in its brain there was no sharp consciousness of a condition of very cold such as was in the man's brain. But the brute had its instinct. It experienced a vague but menacing apprehension that subdued it and made it slink along at the man's heels, and that made it question eagerly every unwonted movement of the man as if expecting him to go into camp or to seek shelter somewhere and build a fire. The dog had learned fire, and it wanted fire, or else to burrow under the snow and cuddle its warmth away from the air.


It’s been almost three months since The Ground Zero won The Apollo and Artemis Tag Team Classic Winner. A bitter taste still resides in my mouth that clashes with the constant desire to see blood split over inexcusable actions. Three months have flown by quicker than I could have imagined yet everything hasn’t changed. The Dollhouse are still the Tag Team Champions since forever. For so long I’ve talked about doubt. I still look to the future with my eyes wide open and the one and only goal for now is to defeat The Dollhouse. Ground Zero and The Dollhouse have met a couple of the times but this is my first try to beat The Dollhouse. It’ll be my pleasure to snap their ankles.

The flame the man got by touching a match to a small shred of birch bark that he took from his pocket. This burned even more readily than paper. Placing it on the foundation, he fed the young flame with wisps of dry grass and with the tiniest dry twigs. He worked slowly and carefully, keenly aware of his danger. Gradually, as the flame grew stronger, he increased the size of the twigs with which he fed it. He squatted in the snow, pulling the twigs out from their entanglement in the brush and feeding directly to the flame. He knew there must be no failure. There was the fire, snapping and crackling and promising life with every dancing flame. He started to untie his moccasins. They were coated with ice, the thick German socks were like sheaths of iron halfway to the knees, and the moccasin strings were like rods of steel all twisted and knotted as by some conflagration. For a moment he tugged with his numb fingers, then, realizing the folly of it, he drew his sheath-knife.


Jonetta Stone, Sweet Roxy, you both can’t stop us...

But before he could cut the strings, it happened. It was his own fault or, rather, his mistake. He should not have built the fire under the spruce tree. He should have built it in the open. But it had been easier to pull the twigs from the brush and drop them directly on the fire. Now the tree under which he had done this carried a weight of snow on its branches. No wind had blown for weeks, and each branch was fully freighted. Each time he had pulled a twig he had communicated a slight agitation to the tree, an imperceptible agitation, so far as he was concerned, but an agitation sufficient to bring about the disaster. High up in the tree one bough capsized its load of snow. This fell on the branches beneath, capsizing them. This process continued, spreading out and involving the whole tree. It grew like an avalanche, and it descended without warning upon the man and the fire, and the fire was blotted out! Where it had burned was a mantle of fresh and disordered snow.


Not even DiVa can help you both either. We massacred all three of you on Olympus. We took some time to hurt all of you. Maybe that was the reason why The Dollhouse didn’t even come to Kingdom to get a payback on us. Maybe all three of have an early escape plan? Unfortunately for you there is no escape. We have no interest to slow down. When we’re just five minutes into this match that could last thirty minutes, forty five minutes or an hour and it becomes inhumanely clear that you both are out of your breat, that this is more akin to a slaughter than a wrestling match you can’t beg for us to put you out of your misery. From the moment that clock starts, untill it’s final seconds you are nothing but our bitches and we will take immense joy out of beating you within an inch of your life. And you can beg for mercy, you can plead for someone to put an end to the pain.

The man was shocked. It was as though he had just heard his own sentence of death. For a moment he sat and stared at the spot where the fire had been. This thought tended to put him in a panic, but he fought against it and kept calm. But the tremendous cold had already driven the life out of his fingers. In his effort to separate one match from the others, the whole bunch fell in the snow. He tried to pick it out of the snow, but failed. The dead fingers could neither touch nor clutch. He was very careful. He drove the thought of his freezing feet, and nose, and cheeks, out of his mind, devoting his whole soul to the matches. He watched, using the sense of vision in place of that of touch, and when he saw his fingers on each side the bunch, he closed them, that is, he willed to close them, for the wires were down, and the fingers did not obey. He pulled the mitten on the right hand and beat it fiercely against his knee. Then with both mittened hands, he scooped the bunch of matches, along with much snow, into his lap. Yet he was no better off.


A certain fear of death, dull and oppressive, came to him. This fear quickly became poignant as he realized that it was no longer a mere matter of freezing his fingers and toes, or of losing his hands and feet, but that it was a matter of life and death with the chances against him. As he sat and regained his breath, he noted that he was feeling quite warm and comfortable. He was not shivering, and it even seemed that a warm glow had come to his chest and trunk. And yet, when he touched his nose or cheeks, there was no sensation. Running would not thaw them out. Nor would it thaw out his hands and feet. Then the thought came to him that the frozen portions of his body must be extending. He tried to keep this thought down, to forget it, to think of something else. He was aware of the panicky feeling that it caused, and he was afraid of the panic. But the thought asserted itself, and persisted, until it produced a vision of his body totally frozen. 


For whatever reason why you all didn’t come to Kingdom, I can guaranteed for sure that I know, deep down inside, you’re afraid of The Ground Zero. All three of you. You see us as juggernauts. You have finally realized that you have made a big mistake to mess around us. What we did to you three, The Maverick Inc, and Kenny Drake last week, is nothing compared to what we’re going to do to you at Civil War. You can count us on that, we promise. Jonetta, Roxy, you both continue to live inside this bubble where nobody has experienced your troubles. That nobody have driven their skull into that same glass ceiling without making a damn crack. What we did to you last week, is nothing compared to what we’re going to do to you at Civil War. You can count us on that, we promise.

This was too much, and he made another wild run along the trail. Once he slowed down to a walk, but the thought of the freezing extending itself made him run again. And all the time the dog ran with him, at his heels. When he fell down a second time, it curled its tail over its forefeet and sat in front of him, facing him, curiously eager and intent. The warmth and security of the animal angered him, and he cursed it till it flattened down its ears appealingly. This time the shivering came more quickly upon the man. He was losing in his battle with the frost. It was creeping into his body from all sides. The thought of it drove him on, but he ran no more than a hundred feet, when he staggered and pitched headlong. It was his last panic. When he had recovered his breath and control, he sat up and entertained in his mind the conception of meeting death with dignity. However, the conception did not come to him in such terms. His idea of it was that he had been making a fool of himself, running around like a chicken with its head cut off, such was the simile that occurred to him. 


In the end I feel so sorry for both of you. I feel sorrow that this could be a hopeless one for you. Once the heavy weight of defeat sets in you will have a choice but to accept your reality and make the most of what you’re capable of retaining the OWA Tag Team Championship titles or letting the doubt, the darkness take over. Jonetta, I can noticed you whenever you make a move. I noticed your presence when you decided to stick your noise in the Ethan Stryfe and DiVa match when no one else did. No matter how fast or strong you are, I know how to beat you up in the ring. Roxy, I hurt your spine and guts, I know how much you are in pain right now just like DiVa and Jonetta are but I was the only one who knocked you out in Olympus. If I was able to knock you out alone, imagine what both Donny Dragon and I can do to you. Every threat I’ve made, the desire to see you both…..or three stretchered out of the ring, half your fucking brain split all over the canvas and picked off my boot, you can guarantee we’re planning to deliver on them. 


Well, he was bound to freeze anyway, and he might as well take it decently. With this new-found peace of mind came the first glimmerings of drowsiness. A good idea, he thought, to sleep off to death. It was like salting an anesthetic. Freezing was not so bad as people thought. There were lots worse ways to die. Then the man drowsed off into what seemed to him the most comfortable and satisfying sleep he had ever known. The dog sat facing him and waiting. The brief day drew to a close in a long, slow twilight. There were no signs of a fire to be made, and, besides, never in the dog's experience had it known a man to sit like that in the snow and make no fire. As the twilight drew on, its eager yearning for the fire mastered it, and with a great lifting and shifting of forefeet, it whined softly, and then flattened its ears down in anticipation of being chidden by the man. But the man remained silent. Later, the dog whined loudly. And still later it crept close to the man and caught the scent of death. This made the animal bristle and back away. A little longer it delayed, howling under the stars that leaped and danced and shone brightly in the cold sky. Then it turned and trotted up the trail in the direction of the camp it knew, where were the other food-providers and fire-providers.


This fate that awaits you is cruel, Jonetta and Roxy. A match with a set distance but it will feel like an eternity for both of you. A lifetime of pain, an everlasting memory of sheer agony burnt into your memory. When the bell rings we will see the eyes of two women who know they have been defeated, they will feel true despair as they finally accepts the consequences of their actions of running away. And with every punch we land, the hopes and dreams will fade away one by one and you both will realise it was never your destiny to beat us, it was never your destiny to ascend to the throne and become kings or queens. You will succumb to our greatness and by the time that clock ticks zero, we will make you fucking beg for mercy.
Jeff X
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 12th 2019, 3:00 am by Jeff X
Giving Back
Vanceboro, North Carolina
10/11/19

The scene opens up to the outside of a prison in the middle of nowhere.  The brick building in the center is wrapped in fencing with barbed wire wrapped neatly on the top to keep all the inmates inside.  Guards are perched high in various towers watching all of the movement and activity, or lack thereof, that goes on both inside and out.  Outside the fence is virtually nothing.  Just miles and miles of dirt and bushes as far as the eye can see with one empty highway passing just by the facility.  In the rather large parking lot sits the vehicles of anybody who works there or happens to be visiting an incarcerated loved one.  One man sits in the parking lot though...none other than the OWA Spartans Champion Jeff X.  He’s perched atop his Harley Davidson Sportster just staring up at the words ‘Craven Correctional Institution’ plastered on a brick sign just in front of the only entrance into the place.  He’s dressed in light black jacket that is unzipped revealing a plain black t-shirt underneath, a dusty pair of Levi’s jeans, and an old pair of work boots.  His familiar camouflage Realtree hat sits perched atop his head and his mood is tough to gauge.  He appears somewhat angry, somewhat focused, and maybe even a little reminiscent.  He looks up at the guard who’s staring down at him from his tower.  He’s in full uniform with a white cowboy hat and aviators on, but even then we still see that he’s watching Jeff suspiciously and with a little contempt for some reason.  Nevertheless, Jeff simply smirks slyly at him as he raises the tall 24 oz. can of Bud Light that he holds in his right hand up and takes a long swig from it - clearly not worried about the officer’s opinion of him.  The guard shakes his head and turns away from Jeff, but Jeff just cracks a smile and lets out a small laugh to himself before turning far more serious.

“Ten years.  Ten long fucking years I spent on the other side of that fence right there.”

Jeff pulls a pack of Marlboro Reds from the pocket of his jacket and lights one up.  He blows a thick cloud of smoke into the chilly North Carolina air before continuing.


“I won’t discuss the circumstances that led to my incarceration right now.  That’s not important.  But what is important is the mindset that I had the entirety of the time that I laid there in that cell and stared up at the ceiling.  I thought my career was over.  I never thought I’d step foot inside of a wrestling ring again.  And at first, I didn’t even want to.  I hated wrestling.  Had grown to despise everything about it.  In a way, I blamed this business for everything that had led me to that point in my life.  But in time...as I sat there isolated from the world and everybody that I knew and loved...I grew to miss it.  I missed the electricity in the air when you walk through the curtain and thousands of people scream your name.  I missed the sound of the bell when it rang.  I missed the look in your opponent’s eyes when they know that they’re in over their head.  I missed the high that you get from winning and the wisdom that you gain from losing.  I missed the comradery of the boys in the back.  I even missed the insane travel schedule.  The highs, the lows, the joy, the pain...all of it.  I longed to have all of it back.  I used to lie awake at night and wish with all I had for just one more opportunity...though I never actually expected to get one.  I’m a realist.  I knew that, despite being one of the top young talents in the world when I was first arrested...ten years is a long damn time.  People forget about you and move on.  And my own body was another issue that would work against me.  While I knew I was still in better shape than most of the population, I’m definitely not the athlete that I was ten years ago.  That just comes with the territory of getting older.  So after 3,650 long days, when I finally got to hear the sound of that buzzard  as the gate opened up, I walked through it with nothing more than a small bag of belongings...and I never expected to actually step between the ropes again.  I may make dumb decisions at times, but I’m not stupid...if I was a promoter...I wouldn’t have touched me.  So despite every feeling of yearning for this business that I had deep in my heart...my head told me that my career was finished.”

Jeff takes another drag from his cigarette and another sip from his beer as the guard continues to stare at him disapprovingly.

“But then...just a few short months later...while I was still trying to figure out what I was going to do with the rest of my life...I got the call from Vernon Tressler.  He told me that he, Bob Taylor, and the Kingdom brand were interested in me, so I flew out to Philadelphia to meet with them.  I guess they were satisfied, ‘cause they offered me a contract right there on the spot.  A few short weeks of training later and I was standing in the ring again...receiving that one chance that I craved so desperately to get.  And Kingdom gave me that chance.  If it weren’t for Kingdom, I’d probably be spending the rest of my days turning wrenches in a garage somewhere...but yet here I am.  Traveling the world and getting to do the one thing that I love.  And I wouldn’t be able to do any of that without getting my opportunity on Sunday night Kingdom.  That’s why this event...Civil War...that’s why it means so much to me.  It’s why I’ve gone out of my way to strike first blood in the weeks leading up to the event.  Roni Ozborn...Layne Kurobane...I have nothing personal against either of them.  But at Civil War, I have the chance to pay back just a small piece of what Kingdom has given to me...by successfully representing my brand and proving its supremacy against the likes of both Olympus and Odyssey.”

Jeff hits his smoke one more time before flicking it across the parking lot and taking another drink.

“Nothing against those two shows...they’re great...but Kingdom is my home.  I cut my teeth in OWA on Kingdom.  When draft time came around earlier this year, Kingdom when out of its way to ensure that I stayed on Sunday nights.  I couldn’t be more grateful for everything this brand has done for me.  Though, to be fair, they didn’t do it all.  Sure, they opened the door for me to get back in this business, but let’s face it...this is a performance based industry.  Just like everybody else that’s ever competed here...I was still going to have to deliver.  And deliver I did.  That was over a year ago when I showed up here and since then I’ve headlined Pay-Per-Views, won awards, competed at Final Destination, become the inaugural Keys to Kingdom winner, won the Spartans Championship, and become one of the top stars that this company has ever seen.  But of course...I’m not the only one who has succeeded in that same time span.  My opponents for Civil War...Layne and Roni...they’ve both obviously done very well for themselves as well.  They wouldn’t be in this match if they hadn’t.  I’ve watched both their ascents through Olympus and Odyssey and now all three of us stand here today as champions.  And while all eyes may be on the main event matchup pitting Aria Jaxon, Natalie Cage, and Bull Conners against one another...let’s face it...our match is the one that’s going to prove who the true workhorse of this company is.  While the World Champions are the ones that spend their time closing shows with segments, cutting promos, and getting their pictures taken for promotional posters...we’ve been grinding away...week after week...month after month...putting on classic matchups for the fans that spend their hard earned money to make this whole OWA wheel turn.  And it hasn’t gone unnoticed.  Anytime any of us make our way out onto the stage, the entire arena jumps to their feet.  They know the work that we put in.  That’s why they appreciate us so God-damn much.  And the other rewards are pretty obvious as all three of us currently have golden titles draped over our shoulders.  But the time has finally come to decide which of us is the best...to find out which brand is the best...to find out who the one true workhouse of this company is.  But deep down, both of you already realize that the answer to that question is the man who represents the flagship show of OWA...Sunday Night Kingdom.”


Again Jeff pauses to quench his thirst with a drink from his can of Bud Light.

“And I’m not trying to disrespect either of you...you’re both truly amazing competitors in your own rights.  Layne...you and I already have our own history together...so what do you say I take this time to discuss Roni a little bit first?  Roni Ozborn...the OWA Goddesses Champion.  I may consider Kingdom to be the superior program, but don’t get me wrong...I still tune into Odyssey every single Saturday.  I’ve seen you every step of the way and have watched your rise to the top and it’s truly an inspiring story.  After working so hard to get your match with Dulce at Boiling Point...you came up just a little bit short.  But the thing that impresses me, was that you didn’t let it get you down.  I’ve taken tough losses before and I know how devastating they can be to the psyche of a competitor, but you got right back up.  You went back to work and at Trifecta, you once again emerged as the number one contender for the Goddesses Championship...setting the stage for Roni vs. Dulce II at Game Over.  And this time?  This time you wouldn’t be denied, would you?  In another classic match, you overcame the odds and did the unthinkable when you pried that title from Dulce’s hands.  Truly impressive stuff.  I’m a fan.  I really am.  But let’s get something straight Roni...you are out of your league this time.  You may have gotten by Dulce on a hope and a prayer but this isn’t the WNBA you’re competing in anymore Roni.  You’re going up against myself and Layne Kurobane.  Two men who have been here, doing exactly this, for the majority of this company’s existence.  While I’m glad you’re getting your moment in the sun, you’ve held your title for about as long as a Jon McAdams lasted in the Clash.  You’re not ready for this yet.  You see...Layne and I know what it’s like to go through hell in a triple threat match against one another.  We’ve done it before at Final Destination with Nate Cage.  We battered, bruised, and destroyed one another that night.  It was hailed by many as the best match of the night, on the biggest show in OWA history.  We pushed each other to the absolute limits and you can bet your ass that we’re going to do it again...but Roni...you’re no Nate Cage.  You’re not ready for what’s in store for you at Civil War.  You see, Layne and I…despite our many differences...we do have one thing in common.  When that bell rings,we have no limits.  We’re going full throttle to do whatever it takes to have our hands raised at the end of the match...and you are not equipped to handle that Roni.  You have every single disadvantage in the book...size, speed, strength, experience...it’s all working against you.  And while everyone loves an underdog...this time there is no happy ending.  At Civil War, I’m putting the underdog down and sending you back to Odyssey where you can actually manage to be competitive.”


Jeff again lights up a cigarette after his confident words and washes the taste of smoke out of his mouth with another swig of beer.

“Which brings me to the Television Champion...Layne Kurobane.  A man who - despite my personal opinions on him - I’ve always respected as a competitor.  You held my Spartans Championship before I did and you took it to heights that were previously thought unimaginable.  You single handedly turned it into one of the most prestigious championships in our sports by taking on all comers and laying them all to waste while also establishing yourself as one of the premier competitors in the world in the process.  One by one, you met every challenger head on, and you were victorious time and time again...that is...until you ran into me.  I told you that I was going to take that championship from you at Final Destination and that’s exactly what happened Layne.  But I also vowed that when I did, that I would be the kind of champion that you would want to secede you.  I vowed to do you justice by being the same kind of champion that you were before me.  It was a tall task but yet here I stand...just a few short weeks away from surpassing your record as the longest reigning Spartans Champion in history.  Every challenge that has come my way, I’ve met head on and walked out with the title still firmly in my possession.  Don’t get me wrong Layne...I’ll never be the golden boy that you are.  My time spent on the other side of that fence proves that.  I’m not a role model or the guy any mother would want their daughter to wind up with.  I never will be.  That’s you.  You’re the pure, white meat poster child that I never want to be.  But I have aspired to be the champion that you were Layne.  And I hope I’ve made you proud of the job that I’ve done since dethroning you.  I was sad to see you go to Olympus on draft night, ‘cause it meant that a rematch for the title would never happen.  I had to settle with defending against the likes of Chris Sabertooth, Miltiades, and Carlos Rosso.  But, nevertheless, I knew you’d bring that same energy to Olympus that you once brought to Kingdom and I knew that you would succeed there.  I knew it wouldn’t be long till you once again found yourself with gold.  I had honestly expected you to take the leap into the World Championship ranks by now, but evidently you’ve been satisfied battling Maggall forty-seven times for TV title.  Regardless, you still have once again found yourself a champion in this company and that’s impressive.  You’ve actually somehow managed to bring some prestige back to that belt that’s been severely tarnished ever since Gareth Cason lost it well over a year ago.  So here we both stand...six months after our last clash and both of us are champions.  Only this time, there will be no gold on the line.  Nothing to fight for other than brand supremacy.  But make no mistake about it Layne...the result isn’t going to be any different this time around.  You may be able to run through everyone else in this company, but I know what it takes to beat you.  I’m one of the very few people to have ever pinned you and you bet your ass that I can do it again.  Because just like Final Destination Layne...this simply means more to me.  I bleed Kingdom and nothing would make me happier than to bring a win back to the brand that gave me the platform to become what I am now.  You?  You know you don’t really give a shit what show you’re on.  You just want to prove that you’re the best wrestler on the planet.  And...while that’s admirable...it will be your downfall.  You may very well be a better wrestler than me Layne.  Hell, you may be the best damn wrestler alive.  But I didn’t come to Final Destination to wrestle and I’m sure as hell not coming to Civil War to wrestle.  I know what my strengths are Layne and I’ll be coming to Civil War to fight.  All your technical ability and acumen doesn’t mean a damn thing when you get punched in the mouth.  I proved it back in April...and I’m going to prove it again next week.  Will it be easy?  Of course not.  I have no doubt in my mind that I’m in for yet another all out war with you.  But at the end of the day...my fight and desire will once again prove to trump your skill and ability.  Always has...and it always will.  I look forward to seeing you both in Chicago real soon.”


With that Jeff flicks his cigarette out into the parking lot.  He turns his hat backwards before placing his helmet over top of it and buckling the strap.  He throws on a pair of sunglasses and turns his can up, downing what remains inside.  The Harley roars to life and Jeff tosses the can onto the ground, speeding off as the guard flails his hands in the air clearly upset by Jeff’s littering.

[Fade to Black]
Dulce Torres
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 10th 2019, 9:40 pm by Dulce Torres
I’m still amazed that I’m the team captain of Team Odyssey. It’s an amazing honor. Last year at Civil War, I made history and became the first-ever Goddesses Champion. Civil War was the event where people knew that Dulce Torres was here to stay and see hasn’t missed a beat. So far this season, I've only lost and it was to Roni Ozborn. I haven’t faced many failures and when I was face-to-face with them, I have been able to overcome them and become better than ever. By my side, there are three other women who I don’t have much in common with. They seem to be polar opposites of myself, but I would hope that Diantha Moreau, Persephone Bane, and Eris are able to focus on the common task and lead our brand to the promised land. These three women are unpredictable, deadly and fearless. These three women are three women who are hungry and I feel like we all need to be on the same page or the other two brands are going to eat us alive. That’s not what we need to happen. Team Kingdom and Team Olympus have amazing Alphas in their teams, but we are the brand that could surprise the entire fans at Civil War if we put our minds to it. I want to win. I want to bring pride to their brand. These three women can either ignore me and do whatever they want or we can all be on the same page and bring hell for these two other brands. It’s up to them, but I going into this match and letting Viola know that she didn't pick the wrong woman to be captain. She picked the right woman to represent this brand and I will do everything in my power to bring Odyssey the victory. 

Happy to be here?

Of course, nothing makes me happier than being signed to one of the most amazing companies within the last few years. Nothing makes me happier than going out there to perform every night in front of thousands of people. Nothing makes me happier knowing that I could be having the most awful day, but talking to a fan could end it for me in the most positive way possible. Yes, Mr. Derelict, I am happy to be here. I’m happy to be representing Odyssey, the best brand in OWA and be its captain. Heck, I was happy to be Goddesses Champion — something that you wouldn’t be able to say for yourself as the Openweight Champion. You were always the same man to state that your division had no competition at all. Yet, you never took the time to look for that competition yourself. You said so yourself. Your title can be defended on any brand. If you saw that Donny Diamond wasn’t finding your next defense, you look for your competition. During my first reign as Goddesses Championship, there came a point where I wanted to look for my next challenger. I exemplified to the Odyssey locker room what a fighting champion was and did it not work out well for me in the end? Yes, but at least, I can look back at my first reign and know that I never shied away from a challenge. I’m not shying away from this match. 6’8” and 315 pounds and I’m not intimidated at all. To most people, you have the size and height build for war. You are the man that people should be wanting in their side. You look like someone who would do a good job at clearing the path for Olympus, but good luck at trying to get the Odyssey brand out of your way. You may look at a woman like myself and believe that you can shove me out of the way. It’s not going to be as easy as saying all of that. You complained about the lack of competition and now, your eyes should be lighting up like a Christmas tree knowing that you’re going to be surrounding by a ton of competition. Who knows? Maybe, one of the competitors in the match could be next in line for a shot at your title? The possibilities are endless in this match.

Counting me out, Carlos?

Such a shame since you’ve made an entire career of people counting you out. Have you forgotten what people have said about you? Now, you think that you can do the same thing to me? These claims from you? It’s all talk and nothing more than your big head just wanting to build up a match that doesn’t need any more built, but it won’t hurt it. I was anticipating for some idiot to mention the Odyssey brand and state that the women on the brand can’t hang with the so-called “big boys” on the other brands. Counting out the women before you step foot with any of them in the ring? I can’t speak for the rest of Team Odyssey, but I’m looking to prove your claims to be nothing more than hot garbage. This is a true test to see if I can hang with the “big boys” of Olympus and Kingdom. I’m more than excited about the test. I told The Derelict that I’m not going to be intimidated by who I stand across the ring at Civil War. You can be a champion like The Derelict. You can be a former World Champion like CM Nas or Tarah Nova. You can have the opportunity to become a future World Champion like Gareth Cason…or you can be Carlos Rosso. I slapped you hard across the face and if I have another opportunity to do so, I would slap you again. I proved in that instance that I’m ready to fight and I’m ready to fight against the best Alphas that this company has to offer. Every shocking movement is not because of my emotions getting the best of me. It’s because I refuse for some asshole to talk down on the brand that I am loyal too. I refuse to be addressed as a “bitch” when you’ve made a career of being everyone else’s. If you want to step into the ring for me and show me what “real wrestling” is all about, I will bless you with the opportunity to do so. Please, Carlos, show me what “real wrestling” is supposed to be. Apparently, you can't get “real wrestling” on Odyssey even though it's home to a lot of women who could outwrestle you any day of the week and twice on Sundays. You are going to be surprised to see that I can hang with anyone in the ring. I can’t just out wrestle the women, but I can outwrestle the men and most importantly, I can outwrestle you. It seems like such a weird concept, but you’ll understand it when the time arrives.

When it comes to this match, someone I’m looking forward to facing the ring is none other than Tarah Nova. It may sound strange and like I’m fangirling, but I have looked up to Tarah Nova when I decided to pursue my wrestling career. When you look at Dulce Torres, you see someone who is the opposite of Tarah. Tarah has embraced the fact that she’s different and dances to the beat of her own drum. I’m more of a stickler for the rules and like structure, Tarah embraces chaos and unpredictability. That’s just a few reasons that’s made me gravitate towards her wrestling in the ring. I strive to be as accomplished as her. I want to be as confident as her. There’s this evil and competitive side to myself that wants me to be better than Tarah Nova. I have a long way to go to get to that point, but the possibility of facing her in the ring is something that peaks my interests. She’s someone that I don’t see on the Odyssey roster. She’s not someone I could face whenever I want too, so I am going to make the most of this opportunity. I hope that she doesn’t go into this match and expect me to brownnose her in hopes that she’ll show me mercy. She’s not going to be getting this fangirl side of Dulce Torres. She will be standing across a woman who is known as the true workhorse of Odyssey. A woman who exemplified what a champion should be in OWA. Tarah may have gotten a Tag Team Championship reign. She may have held the Omega Heavyweight Championship, but did she ever make it past the first title defense with either of those belts? There’s no doubt that Tarah can reach that top spot, but she has struggled once or twice on staying there. I’m don't want her thinking that I don't see her as amazing because she’s that, but I don’t want Tarah looking at me and seeing as nothing more than an Alpha that can’t transcend to other brands if given the opportunity. I see Tarah as one of the best and I look forward to showing her that the Goddesses Championship isn’t the farthest I will go in my career. I plan to go for the OWA Women’s World Championship and give this company a champion that they can be proud of. For now, I look forward to bring pride to my brand if that means taking down Tarah Nova along the way, it’s something that I will have to do. It’s nothing personal, but Viola DeMarco trusted me with a job and I need to get it done.

Since I talked about the wife, might as well talk about the husband?

I look at CM Nas and I see the man who made the Omega Heavyweight Championship one of the most prestigious belts in the company. I say one because I do believe that I made the Goddesses Championship as prestigious as prestigious can get. I’m not going to ignore everything that CM Nas did with the title. He carried the Omega Heavyweight Championship with so much pride and there’s no doubt that he will reach that spot again. Once again, I’m not trying to brownnose here, but I’m willing to give credit where credit is due. CM Nas doesn't need to show me the same respect. He doesn’t need to give a damn about me. I’m not in his brand. I’m not his friend. I'm not his ally. He doesn't need to care what happens to me at Civil War. The only thing on his mind should be to get that victory for Kingdom. He was trusted as the man to lead Kingdom into war and win. I could approach any man or woman I desire in this match, but I wanted to go after the man that exemplified what an Alpha should be in this company. I want to stand toe-to-toe with the best that this company has to offer. If I fall flat on my face, let that be a learning experience, but I don’t plan for that to be the result. I don't want to be looked at as beneath him. I haven't been a World Champion. I haven't even had a match for a World Championship. The only thing that I have with me are my two-reigns as Goddesses Champion, but I know that it won't always be a crutch to lean on when I seem to be on the losing side of things. I don’t consider myself a woman that needs to lean on anything or lean on anyone. I got three other teammates that I need to rely on to lead Odyssey to success, but I refuse to be dependent on them. I refuse to be dependent of anyone in this match up. I was trusted as captain — mostly because Natalie Cage is already headlining Civil War, but I’m here to justify that I should always be anyone's first choice to lead Odyssey into war. Kingdom may look unbeatable because of CM Nas on their side, but I don’t want anyone to count out Team Odyssey just yet. 

Not Team Kingdom. Not Team Olympus. No one should count out Team Odyssey. I’m open to having a battle of words with anyone at all. I don’t shy away from the competition. I could care less about the competition that I face in the ring. I’m a fighter and I’ll fight until I can’t any longer. I just hope that you don’t go into this battle of words believing that I’m not going to deliver. Dulce Torres always delivers and she always goes beyond expectations.
Holden Tudics
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 9th 2019, 12:44 pm by Holden Tudics
Civil War Promo 1: Toes Across the Floor

(The camera opens in a poorly lit back alley. The sound of rustling emits from behind an overflowing trash can. A glass bottle bluntly falls over the trash can's lip to the ground, making a hollow noise as it rolls in circles in the alley. A gigantic foot protrudes from behind the trash can and kicks the glass bottle against the opposite wall, shattering it on the bricks. A slight gurgle is heard, followed by a loud and carnal groan as a giant shadowy figure pushes itself up to it's feet against the wall and starts lurching forward through the now glass covered alleyway floor.)

"War's the damnedest thing, isn't it? It divides brothers, unites enemies, and generally fucks up the entire order of things for most. Not me though. See, I don't have enemies...no, not anymore. I don't have friends either. War doesn't touch me like it does others. I experience no traumatic PTSD after witnessing the blood and guts of my enemies fall to the ground at my feet. I've let men die in and by my hands and felt nothing. I've stood against one third of this bracket already in singles action and came out on top, not because winning matters or because I had a vendetta to quell. No, I beat them for one simple reason alone: I could. See, I'm not the lowly foot soldier on the field dying for a few strung together letters that I believe to be superior to to other haplessly strung together letters in the eyes of God. I'm not fighting for ma and pa back home, I don't care what regime reigns supreme, hell I'm not even a soldier of fortune in this battle. That's the problem with having nothing to prove and nothing to lose; you always end up caught between a handful of idiots arguing over an ant hill. It's even worse when you're drug into battle by a team that you don't really care about. Far be it for me to be a conscientious objector when there's blood to be shed. The way I spin this to benefit me is OWA's put eight self-entitled 'bests in the world' within arms reach of me, and you don't have to wake Jake Keeton out of his coma to know that I love putting insecure, insincere, own horn tooting, egomaniacs in their place. Personally I can't wait to lock Hands Across America onto CM Nas and see how well he toots his own horn while my fingers are digging into his skull and my palm pressed against his mouth. You think you're a messiah? a destroyer? a god? No, my friend. You're just another overcompensating kid playing wrestler. Again, ask Jake Keeton when he comes to how far being the self-proclaimed best in the world will get you when you're squaring up against me. I don't care what disciplines of fighting you know, what titles you once held, or how good your gas tank is in that ring. None of that matters against me. I'll put you down with the ugliest punch to the face you've ever seen if I feel like embarrassing you instead of putting you through the wringer for my own personal enjoyment. I got nothing against you kid, but there's always going to be a twinge of resentment coming from me any time some 'expert' tells me that they can't be beaten. That's not how fighting works, and don't convolute yourself into thinking that what we do is anything more than a fight. That'll be your downfall every single time."

(Derelict steps into the light, revealing the lacerations and bruises from his battle with Jake Keeton. His face is gauzed up, his wounds weeping through the medical tape. He stares into the camera with his only fully open bloodshot eye, removes a cotton ball from his cheek and spits blood onto the ground.)

"Carlos Rosso could tell you that..that is, if he bothered to step out of his own little self-constructed echo chamber. I'm so glad that my ears are filled with blood right now because it affords me at least one night where I don't have to listen to that man talk about himself to himself while surrounded by others. Damn, it's gotta get boring keeping yourself company especially when all you have to talk about is you. I can't say I blame him for being such a boring conversationalist. It's not like he has much else to spout off about these days. His pride's been taken away, so why bother acting with honor? I want you to look real long and hard at Carlos, Nas. He's your future. He's a broken man that let success define him, only to taste defeat and let it define him as well. I don't know though...I like this Carlos better than the old one. I see potential to mold a true apathetic monster out of the deepest sickly green of his ego's bruise. Maybe this will be my chance to do just that. There's this misconception that you can fix a broken man. You can't. You can stack the remains high around the now void center where his soul once resided, but that only makes for a hollow man. You're not quite empty yet though, are you Carlos? You've filled that void with vengeance, but that's easily curable. I'll tap that reservoir until there's nothing left. Give me your best, punchy. Or at least, what passes for your best these days."

(Derelict turns away from the camera in dismissive disgust and limps back toward his previous resting place among the garbage.)

"You're already there, aren't you Christopher? Looking at your three names lined up in a row on the run sheet is like staring at a Darwin chart. You've been through the long and arduous metamorphosis that I put poor Jake Keeton through, the one that Carlos superficially toils through. The one destined for CM Nas. The difference is that you came out the other end and convinced yourself that you'd built yourself back up to be the man you once were. You shed your past moniker along with your sins and picked up where you left off with others in your life that you once held near and dear. They don't look at you the same way they once did though, do they? They sense the absence of a soul. They sense the facade of a happy reformed man. They recognize that old desperation that will ultimately lead you down the same path you went down before. You can take havoc out of your name, but you can't purge it from your existential being. You rebuke your true nature though, which is sad, because you were so close to being a true threat. Instead you just became another happy grapple boy who thinks technique compensates for a killer instinct. You were once a man who strove to save those who I sentence to eternal damnation. How 'bout you do the OWA a favor and try to save me, Sabertooth?"

(After his long and stiff legged trek back to the trash can, Derelict falls flat back against the wall and lets himself slide down to a seated position slowly, creaking and moaning all the way down)

"You could've been as driven as Miltiades, a man who seeks worth in the absence of absolution. I must admit, I admire his handy work despite his flawed motivations. Or maybe I'm looking at it all wrong. Maybe he's like me and sees worth in no one and sets out to show the world just how pathetic it is against his own rugged reflection. The only difference is that I wouldn't bow to a man as my superior for simply beating me in a fight, and I feel like that's as deep as this man's motivations go. Like I said with Nas, I could bust a lip with the worst looking haymaker you've ever seen. It doesn't mean I'm better than Nas. Now, if I do it again, maybe it means I'm better than Nas. It doesn't take sweet science to win a fight though, which is what I'm trying to convey here to the narrow minded Milty. I'm a breaker of men's spirits, and what I see before me is a man beaten by the basest of human motivations. You want to inflict pain, but if you feel pain you cower and kowtow. I could get the same satisfaction of breaking a spirit from kicking a dog, but even then I know the dog would come back later and lick my face or bite me. You reek of a man without spirit seeking to break the spirits of others, which is what people wrongly see when they lay eyes upon me. You don't strike me as being someone whose going to put up much of a fight after the first staggering blow's delivered. Is this the best that Kingdom has to offer? two generic grapple monkeys with a can-do attitude and two men broken so badly that they've reverted to a primitive mindset?"

(Derelict spits more blood from his leaking gums, splattering his plasma on the wall across from him in one giant loogie.)

"And what do I get from the critically acclaimed Odyssey brand? more of the same minus a few hundred pounds. Dulce's just another 'happy to be here' student of the game that thinks there's something to master in the art of fighting. As for Persephone Bane? Just another broken toy trying to play tough to cover their insecurities. I've exposed her before as the little girl lost in Hot Topic. I don't mind doing it again. The Iron Lioness Diantha Moreau is busy fighting someone else's battles and worrying about outshining Carlos. The cute thing about this brother and sister is that they have matching mental scars. It's good they weren't born twins. Otherwise I strongly believe they'd fall prey to incest from loving something so much like them...and then there's Eris. I could compare her to Sabertooth, but I think that would be discrediting this nihilistic little Antichrist. Sure, you share the same ambitions of the former Havoc, but I don't sense the same desperation for success or meaning. "

(Derelict nonchalantly plunges his hand into the trash can next to him and yanks out the Openweight Championship. Without looking at the camera he holds the belt aloft.)

"If you're feeling frisky after we beat the ever loving hell out of one another, I'm pretty sure 'openweight' applies to gender neutrality as well. You seem like you'd be fun to play with. Who knows? maybe you could teach me a thing or two while we're busy playing doctor...that is, after they clean what's left of Jake Keeton off of the stretcher. I mean, I don't care if it's there, but you strike me as being a neat freak."

(Derelict lets the title drop from his hands and fall back into the garbage can with a boisterous aluminum clank.)

"There might be a misconstrued sense that I hold zero loyalty to Olympus, which is mostly true, but I do appreciate them affording an old war dog like myself a battlefield rife with hills for others to die on. I'm not a sentimental type, and I don't really give a damn for anyone on my team, but I do believe we're the toughest cadre of warriors in this battle. Lord knows what Tarah Nova's survived on this brand. It took me an another man to take my belt away from Kevin Maverick, and while Gareth's a dick he's at least as capable as Carlos in a fight. As for my credentials as a fighter?
I mean, hell...just look at me."

(The battered and beaten Derelict stares into the camera blankly as it slowly fades to black. His bloody smile cuts through the blackness just before the camera cuts off.)
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Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 4th 2019, 11:58 pm by "The Golden Voice"
I don’t like bitches. 


I’m gonna be called a misogynist or whatever fancy words women use for men who tell it like it is but whatever. Honestly...only a small fraction of the women on Odyssey should even be wrestling. Most of em, lets face it, sorry as hell in the ring. They weak. They can’t hang with the big dogs. They not hard. And Dulce is the ringleader of them hoes too. She slapped me in my face just because I told her the truth. She IS A WHOLE BITCH. She gets that one for free. You see, I’m not gonna threaten her with violence or anything...other than the fact that if they do ever put us in the ring together, I’m gonna show her what REAL WRESTLING is all about. That goes for any of them on Kingdom too. Nobody gives a damn about them over there either. Layne Propane or whatever his name is...he want a’none part of me. Maggall fat ass? I’D MAKE HIM MY BITCH FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR! 


See, this whole Civil War shit got me so fired up, so ready to crack skulls of people on other brands I don’t even care that I lost to Jeff X. He won. He had a nice victory in a match that was hardfought. Whoopdefuckingdo. He got LUCKY. He knows that if he ever steps in the ring with me again, that Cracker Jack toy of a title he holds would be around my waist faster than you can say “North Carolina”.


But, even with all that going on, I gotta turn the page and get ready for a fight with somebody I know pretty well. Miltiades. The Gladiator or Roman or whatever he calls himself now. He been getting in a lot of free shots on a dude, especially when it comes to that little fight we had at Final Destination and while I was Television Champion of the World. He thinks he’s hard. But I’ve seen plenty of people like him come into the ring with me and leave lookin like straight up hoes in the end.


AND GUESS WHAT? HE IS ONE OF EM! 


Last time me and him squared up one on one, I embarrassed his ass on worldwide television and took his title from him. Straight up. Didn’t need foreign objects or any of my Boys or Cloud to do it. I outsmarted and outathleted his big dumbass and I’m going to do it again. Why? Because I want to get the ball rolling a little bit, generate some momentum for the Zaibatsu and for my own personal plans. And, maybe a little bit to impress the people picking teams for this Civil War shit. I want to be there, I want to be one of the main ones in the mix slapping motherfuckers down and letting them know that the brand that I run on, Kingdom, we are the Alpha Dogs around here and both the other brands are filled with cowardly bitches. 


Keelan is going to win whatever the whole Keys to the Kingdom match is, I’m going to beat Miltiades down and whenever Stephanie Matsuda gets done doing Stephanie Matsuda shit elsewhere, we are gonna tear ass through anyone and anything in our way. We run this company. You can say this person is an authority figure and this lightweight is a champion, but at the end of it, might makes right, right? We are some mighty motherfuckers.


Miltiades, you know what being in the ring with me is like. You know this is not gonna be some walk in the park where you can squash a dude and walk away like you hard and shit. You stepping in the ring with someone who doesn’t care about your Consortium or whatever that group of old bitches who give you advice call themselves. To me, you just another obstacle in the way to be conquered. And...guess what? 


You’re looking at a conquistador, asshole.
kennydrake
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 4th 2019, 11:48 pm by kennydrake
PORTLAND, OR
[REDACTED]
11:45 PM on THURSDAY





It dawned on me recently...most of these little...vignettes that I put out...they start with an apology. To the fans, to Niki...to my still missing son...my...son…



But this time…

There’s nothing. There’s not a goddamn thing I feel the need to say sorry for…

Because everything… everything… that I inflict on the members of Ground Zero...every bit of pain, every ounce of agony…

Has been EARNED by those little pricks. 

Ground Zero. Donny Dragon...James Anderson...Hans Olsen...all three of them…back...to back… to back.

Good. 

See, I have a LOT of pent up aggression that I need to let out... I have a LOT of anger that I need to put out into the universe...I have just so, SO much hate to give...so much PAIN to inflict, that a simple one on one with any of these punks just wouldn’t do. 

No, I’ve been afforded the luxury of being able to pick clean the decaying carcass of Ground Zero piece by piece…this...zombie Wolvesden...

So let’s start with the most festering sore on the corpse...Hans Olsen.

Hans...by God, Hans...what have you done? 

Did...did this help? Is anyone taking you seriously yet?

See...for all of your accomplishments - which, don’t get me wrong, you have earned MANY...but for all of them, you are STILL, once again, left in someone else’s shadow. At Oregon State, sure, you were a stand out...most famous Beaver...whoop-de-shit...and in the Olympics, you won a GOLD MEDAL! AND I KNOW THAT ONLY because you told us so… but...here in OWA? Your name always comes up second or last… “Nobi and Hans Olsen” … “Ground Zero! Cage, Dragon, Anderson, and Hans.” 

You? Are an afterthought. Just like Oregon State, you always come up SECOND in the conversation. 

So I’m gonna do you a solid, Hans. As a friendly deed towards a fellow Oregonian…

I’m gonna make you a fuckin talking point. 

Podcasts, radio shows, fuckin chat rooms, message boards, DM’s...Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat...only one topic will be on the people’s tongues and fingertips…

The Destruction of Hans Olsen. 

The Murder of a Gold Medalist. 

You’ll break my ankle? I’ll snap your neck. You get an arm? I’ll take an eye. You put me in a hold, I respond by snapping your fingers in twain and spiking your head into the mat...Cos no matter how many times you watch Fast And Furious and pretend like you’re some tough guy, and no matter how many “mean kid” friends you make, you are still...and will ALWAYS be…

A pussy. 

You, Hans Olsen, lack a killer instinct. You think you can align yourself with evil, so therefore you have some in you...nah...nahnahnah. That’s not how this works, Hans...you are a goodie two shoes little pansy, and no amount of cuss words and leather jackets can change that. You briugjt this hell on yourself by aligning with a FRAUD, Hans...and you won’t make it out alive.

So I want you to stop for a minute. Really...really think this through. After everything that’s happened in this company, and everything that we’ve accomplished…

Do you REALLY think...you can beat me?

Even a Beaver can get that one right…



So now we go to the little buddies, Donny and James. Donny Dwagon and James Anderson. Awwww. 

You boys are really, really fuckin impressive, you know that? 

Like...you two...are probably the best tag team in the world, aren’t you? No joke, name someone better...Lord, I wish I could, but I can’t. 

Then why...the fuck...are you two with Cage?

It...it baffles me, boys...What in God’s name do you get out of this arrangement? Exposure? Opportunity? A place to sleep? Candy? What?

I get what HE gets out of using you two idiots. He gets a workhorse machine in James and a fuckin bone sniper in Donny. He gets legitimacy. 

You two? Get the shit kicked out of you as Nate makes his escape or sneak attack or a sandwich...you two are nothing fuckin more than padding for a man who KNOWS his days are numbered. 

In fact, all three of you need to know something… this gauntlet match is nothing more than Nate Cage using you, because we ALL know I’m walking out of this. I need to beat you three to get to him? 

Heh...I’d say God help you three…


But he has no power he-


KNOCKKNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Kenny stops and stares...an eyebrow slowly raises as he shivers. His long, unkempt hair hangs over his face like spider legs. His blood red left eye sparkles like a ruby in the neon of the inverted wolf cross. 

Kenny turns his head towards the sound. A sneer creeps slowly across his face…


KNOCKKNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Kenny cracks his neck and steps away…


TO BE CONTINUED
Keelan Callihan
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 4th 2019, 11:01 pm by Keelan Callihan
Delusion is a crazy thing.

It’s incredible the amount of dominance and hard work you can put into what you do and you still get overlooked. You still get talked about behind your back by daft individuals that have no idea about who I am and why I am here. People don’t gotta know me but they gotta know about me. They gotta know about why I am here in OWA today and why I am dominating this place and have been for the past fucking year. 

This Hayden Cross really thinks he’s on top of this hypothetical mountain but really he’s not at the pinnacle. I am. I am not just at the pinnacle - I am the fucking pinnacle. You want to make it in OWA I’m the one man you gotta tear apart. I’m the one man you have to push off this mountain. Since I returned back in January I climbed to the very top; stepping over cunts that really thought they could bring me down but every single one of them have stepped up to the plate but they couldn’t swing for the fences. Hayden, you’re a rising star. It’s true. One thing you need to know about me is that I tell it like it is. I’m not going to pretend that you’re anything but talented, because you are indeed climbing this mountain. You really want to get to the top though? It’s gonna take a lot more than a 24/7 Championship reign. You need to defeat the man that ended Jon McAdams’ career. You need to defeat the man that ended Nathan Fiora’s career. You need to defeat the man that runs this fucking place and OWNS Kingdom. This match is for the keys to the kingdom? The kingdom that I am the king of? Please. Even if you do somehow miraculously overcome the odds and defeat me, you still won’t be running this fucking place. You’ll have to kill me if you want to be at the pinnacle. 

But do you have the guts to kill The Killer? 

Look Hayden, this “dude from the first world title match” isn’t going to cower. I never have and I never will. If that’s all you know about me then you’ve got a storm coming your way and it’s not going to be pretty. I haven’t even crossed paths with you and you’re already resorting to childish, schoolyard insults that only a ten year old would say. If you want to rule this place, you’re going to need to grow the fuck up. But since you want to be childish, I’ll play your little game. I’ll stoop down to your level on this mountain. I’ll put it into words that you can understand: Zaibatsu are the cool, popular jocks. I’m the quarterback. Julianna DeMarco is the hot bitch that every girl wants to be and every guy wants to be with. Carlos, he’s our coach I guess. And you? You’re the freshman. You’re the newbie. You’re the one that walks these halls every minute of everyday past everybody but nobody ever notices you. That’s because you’re not a threat to us. You can try to step up but you will get fucked up, and that is the Zaibatsu guarantee. And come this Sunday on Kingdom, my “imprisoned ancestors” are gonna drop the soap but your cancerous, faggotty military family are going to slip on it and split their skulls wide open when they see that absolute beating I’m going to give you.

You’ve scraped the bottom of the barrel because I was there early to take everything from it. You say it’s time for daddy to get fed. Well…

Who’s your daddy?

The Killer is coming.
The Udy
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 4th 2019, 7:41 am by The Udy
(A man in what looks like a business jacket is sitting in the shadows.  The background has cardboard cut outs of a building and what looks like a limo)
 


(Two man walks up from two side with one of them carrying a brief case.  The man with the briefcase screams at the camera to please rise in presence of Allesandro Devione)
 


(The figure in suit raises his hand in royal fashion to wave)

 
The Mongrels will fall!   (He says before breaking into a laughter.)

 
(The lights come up showing it was actually Udy.  He tears off his suit revealing a T-shirt printed with a comically distorted face of Allesandro Devione.   The man on his left has “Asskisser I” and the man on right has “Asskisser II” printed on their shirts and are wearing Allesandro Devione face masks)

 
“Gimme my jacket”

 
(“Asskisser I” hands him the jacket and walks out as Udy stares at him.  Udy turns around and destroys the cutouts which had Devione Industries written on them.  He turns around once more to take his seat but suddenly superkicks “Asskiser II” out of the frame)

 
Did you like my humble attempt at playing you Allesandro?  (Udy laughs again)

 
There’s a saying that goes something like imitation sincerest form of something but guess what?  In my opinion Imitation can be the sincerest form of mockery as well.  And why did I chose to mock you?  Because you are the stereotypical mockery of your kind Allesandro.  You see the character that you portray is exactly what makes people hate men who are successful.   

 
You look down at people and call them mongrels.  You call those people mongrels who bust their ass day in and day out while you seat in your comfy chair surrounded by ass-kissers.  And the you judge them for being hard working and genuine individuals with values?  Man you don’t even have bloody merit to judge anybody.  You are what you are all because you were lucky enough to be born with a silver spoon up your mouth.

 
(Udy looks around a bit)

 
You call yourself a God! You call Kingdom your garden?  You call yourself the best in the world?  Allesandro, look around.  OWA is filled to the brim with talismans, with legends and with people who are and will always be better.  The Kingdom is garden created by blood and sweat of those legends, tended by the fans and people like me who are willing to put on a spectacle everytime we go out to the ring.   The kingdom is ours Allesandro.   The kingdom is where we live, where we put our body and soul on the line day in and day out all to commemorate the glories of the legends and one day to be part of that list.  Those same hard working people whom you call mongrels, whom you look down upon.

 
(Udy gives a disgusted smirk)

 
Allesandro Devione, this particular match against you will not be one where I will take the fight at personal level.  This one is for all of OWA who deserve better treatment and respect.  Be it Aria Jaxon, be it Miltiades, be it Kenny Drake and even the ones I personally dislike.  This fight is even for Nate Cage and Keelan Callihan because say what you will Devione, this are the very men and women who has made it possible for a loaded son of a bitch with a goddamn shit load of ego like you to be in this ring.  To make your wet dream of legitamacy come true. 
 


(Udy looks at his watch and puts it near his ear)
 


Tick! Tock! Goes the Clock! 
 


You see man, you may demand all the respect you want but your ego is result of knowing deep down you don’t deserve it.  It a mask, a façade, a pretension Allesandro.  And with all that disrespect you spew out, with all that megalomania, understand this “Kings do topple”,  remember this “Gods do fall”.   You are the very people who oft times feed the need of a revolt.  The tyrants of the world have all fallen to miserable deaths Allesandro.  You wont be any different.  You see till the time, they fall, their ego makes them blind to the fact that very slowly the karmic transition is happening.  They are too blind to see the slow approach of vengeance, vendetta and revolution.  The comfort zone doesn’t allow them to feel the cold winds of their sins coming back to haunt them. 
 


Allesandro Devione,  I am sure you will bring up my win-loss record but let me tell you one thing, the men and women I fought have had one thing that you don’t.  They have a heart!  And they also now know without a shadow of a doubt that Udy is no easy buck!
 


(Udy cracks his neck a bit)
 


I have earned their respect and they have earned mine but you my friend are a different breed.  You see my motto would be drive the concept of respect down your throat.  To drill a sense of humbleness into your thickened skull of yours.  To kick in some heart up your ass  by beating the holy crap out of it.  And when that’s all said and done,  I will make sure you never look down at anybody because I will not let you in any capacity to so.  I will make sure for rest of your life, all you is look up at people.  I will make sure you never stand up.  I will physically break you to the point where you will not be the same.  I will end the existence of Allesnado Devione as we know it.   This won’t be a war Devione, This will be you ultimate test with fate.  A date with an entity that’s too dark even for you to look down or up upon.
 


(Udy starts laughing manically now.  We see slight change in his demeanor as well)
 


(The lights go out and when they come back, it’s a shade of red.  The camera reveals that “The Infernal Beast” has arrived)
 


Allesandro Devione, you call yourself a God, The Heir to Babylon, The White Dragon!  What you will see at Kingdom is the exact opposite.  You might see the one night only return of “The Infernal Beast”.  Rising from the very depths of your fear man.  “The Cursed Crusader” brings his crusade against the tyranny of The Devione at Kingdom.  It will be the worldly equivalent of biblical event where I beat you! Shades of reality is blurring. 
 


(“The Infernal Beast” laughs again)
 


You are no God! But beware Devione!  You see the reason I don’t let “IT” out is because of the hell that “IT” raises is hard to contain.  But specially for you, may be “IT” will be there at the showcase of the alphas.
 


(The lights go back out again and when they are back, its back to Udy)
 


Or may be all its needed is the undying “Eclectic Spirit”.  May be all you need is the heart and soul of Udy to bend you to the point of breaking!  So Allesandro Devione are you ready to face the challenge which will lay you bare to the very force of nature? Will you be able to fight the continuity of time? Of the aura of chaos? The very seed of anarchy?
 


Think again!
 


(Udy rises to his feet and starts walking out as the camera slowly fades to black with some imagery of “The Infernal Beast”)
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Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 4th 2019, 5:42 am by Guest
I remember coming to OWA back in July and not having a care in the world. I’d just barely avoided a bust up for scamming some sorry sucker out of his week’s paycheck, hearing the announcement that I had officially been signed to this “Kingdom” show instead of Olympus or Odyssey, “whatever the hell the difference is,” I thought to myself. It was only once I actually got here that I realized that Odyssey was for the women! They get their own show! That was cool to see, I guess. Women have a tendency not to like me. Well, they do, for about a week. Usually by day seven I’m having the taste slapped out of my mouth. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, or so they say. But that’s beside the point. The point I’m making is that when I arrived in OWA I didn’t give a rat’s ass about the company itself or its politics; I had come here to win titles and, most importantly, making a shitload of money.

 It’s funny how things change. 

Four months later and I have the drive to be on top of the Omega Wrestling mountain. Crazy, right? I got sucked into this world so quickly and I know why that is. The reason I’m going to get to the top of that mountain — even if I have to drag myself up there — is because when you’re this damn good the only place you even can go is up. Within a month of my debut I won that ridiculous Hardcore 24/7 7-11 911 hickory dickory hunk of junk title and despite all of the loons and weirdos chasing after me I was the only guy to hold onto that title for more than a week and, by extension, the only one to earn that sweet cash bonus. Things dwindled down, though, as they do. For me, however, I was not the person to blame. I got screwed with, over and over again, and not one person did a damn thing about it. I’d almost argue that the way I acted was out of character but it was fucking justified, that I know for sure. If you want proof? Just take a look at what Jon McAdams himself gave me in response: The motherfucking KEYS TO THE KINGDOM. Not literally, of course. This is some gimmicky thing where I have to beat people to earn more keys and the more keys I’m able to get the more important the title I can challenge for. I’m not really sure why I need a literal chain of keys or why I’m being given them in the first place. Is it proof? I mean, come on guys, it’s 2019. You can literally just watch me beat these schmucks. I figured that’d be proof enough, right? But no, I have to carry this thing with me everywhere and it’s really throwing off my outfit. I work hard on my look, you know! 

But whatever, I’m not gonna complain that I’m finally being given a title shot, especially when it’s completely in my control. That’s all I waned, after all. I wanted to be able to control over myself, what I do, where I go, everything. If I want to go after the God damn world titles I’m gonna go after the world titles.

Oh, and uh, spoiler alert, I guess? That’s exactly what I’m fucking doing. Jeff X’s Spartans title? Don’t care. The Tag Team Championships? Pfft, if I wanted to be wrestling with the Dollhouse I’d just call my girl Jonetta.

In fact, I might call her up and see what she’s doing on Sunday. I’m gonna need a way to celebrate my first win. Who am I facing again? Keelan Callihan? He’s the dude from the first world title match, right? That’s literally all I know about him. Well, that and he probably got bullied at school for his giant ass forehead but that doesn’t really pertain to our match. I genuinely can’t tell if the reason I know so little about Keelan is because I’ve not been paying attention or if it’s because he just blew his chance that bad. Though doesn’t really make a difference. Keelan — jeez, that name fucking sucks, doesn’t it? ANYWAY. Keelan, you weird, ugly, upside down talking motherfucker, I’m gonna beat your ass so bad your entire line of imprisoned ancestors are gonna feel like they dropped the soap, then I’m taking that first key and working my way towards the only title I can bring myself to care about: The OWA World Championship.


I’ve already scraped the bottom of the barrel and hung with the worst of them. It’s time for daddy to get fed.
The Cleanser
Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20)
Post October 3rd 2019, 11:58 pm by The Cleanser
Odyssey Promo #1: “Not Worth My Time”


(Word Count: Uh...)


*Eris is seen pacing in a dark room, hand below her chin as she contemplates. Before looking at the camera*


Eris: Who was i facing this week? Meghan Harper? Alright, okay…


One. I don't know who you are.


Two. I don't care to know who you are.


Three. That's about all the time I'm willing to dedicate to you in my head.


Four. You want none of what I'm going to give you on Odyssey.


Eris: This is what happens when you take plastic bitches and throw them into a void. You get what I'm going to do on Odyssey. You get someone stripped of all the dignity that they may not have ever even had, then ripped apart for the entire world to see. Please step back into the line of the million idiots that I've killed before. Because that's exactly where you belong. Thank you, goodbye. 
 

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