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

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

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!

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EUTHANASIA -- LITTLE ROCK, ARKANSAS.

Dear Nasir wanted to pad his stats.

Stephanie wanted to beat her demons.

Sabertooth’s bitch ass just wanted to matter.

Kenny Drake? I had him all wrong from the beginning. The funny part is that he’s wrong about me, too, but I’m the only one between the two of us that will admit that we had shit fucked up.

I looked at everything he had been through over the last number of months and saw him as a man who was grateful to put all the bullshit behind him. After conquering his greatest rival and damn near killing him, what’s a better visual than seeing the triumphant husband and devoted father marching headlong into a long-overdue title match? I thought Kenny could keep it clinical, I really did. I thought he was just in it for the belt and the main event payday. That was my mistake.

But I will not make another, you failed off-brand Charles Manson.

Think about it, Kenny. You’re coming at me with much of the same vitriol that you did Nate Cage, and that’s the man who kidnapped your son and burned your fucking house down. Literal felonies left and right, and yet you’ve got your chest puffed out coming at me in the same manner because I… *checks notes* ...don’t belong here? If this was 2016 and we were meeting for the first time, I would probably laugh at the idea of you falling into the same trap that so many people -- better wrestlers than you, even -- have fallen into over the years. The way you focus on the most superficial things, the things that have been a part of my persona since I came onto the scene in the first place, is just pathetic. I dye my hair bright colors. My makeup is always on point. I keep my nails done. I like to spend my money on nice shit. And at NO POINT has that ever taken away from the fact that I am the greatest professional wrestler breathing right now. The notion that you have to LOOK like some rough-and-tumble killer just to be taken seriously in this industry is so dead and dated, but you’re clinging to it because you think that bolsters your argument.

I can and will say a lot of things about you. But I’ll never say that you don’t belong in this spot and that this match shouldn’t be happening. You earned your shot fair and square. You won when you had to. That is how champions chart their path to gold in the first place, by winning when they must. I don’t see how me winning the Clash holds any less weight than you beating Carlos to become the number one contender. And yes, it is the Clash of the Titans and not the Grand Rampage. Is the CTE finally catching up with you? In any case, you definitely wouldn’t be brushing off a massive victory like that if you hadn’t been tossed out halfway through. Just like the OWA World Championship and every single other accolade that I’ve attained in this industry, I earned that Clash win. I’ve earned every bit of acclaim and every bit of respect that’s put on my name -- and money couldn’t buy that. You think any person I’ve stepped into the ring with here other than you gives a flying fuck that I’m one of the financial backers of this company? And if the almighty dollar was truly that strong, wouldn’t I have been in world title situations from day goddamn one? It's almost like I'm here for the right reasons. Gasp! We’ve both been here since the very beginning, don’t try to act simple now. I put my money into this place because OWA became my refuge. When things fell apart in [REDACTED], OWA gave me something else to believe in. That’s why I gave Bob and Vernon a blank check, not so I could pay my way into a match like this. When I was helping to lay the fucking foundation for the women’s division, I wasn’t treating this place like a vacation home. Or what, are you so starved for material that you can’t let Civil War 2018 go? What a wild concept, that I could succeed in two different companies at the same time while you’re just now securing a world title match for yourself over here! Oof. Still, what’s it like to have me live rent-free in your head over one match that happened over a year ago that had nothing to do with you? As I said, OWA gave me a place to go when shit went south elsewhere. So did SSW. I’ll always love that company just as much as I love OWA. There are no sides and there never were. It was always a contrived fake ass watered-down beef that sounded good enough to net a few more network subscriptions, but yeah, act like you’ve got it all figured out. If I were you, I might be mad, too. The “traitor” who took up arms for SSW won that massive match. Then she won the Clash. Then she won the title, and that was only after she struggled for months beforehand. And the forefather of the tag division, one of the focal points from the very beginning got caught up in a blood feud and took his eyes off the prize. When he finally clears his vision, someone he believes doesn’t deserve to be champion is standing on top.

This is your reality. Die mad about it.

When it comes to you, wild ass matches are your brand. Nobody can take that from you, and you take pride in it. Every once in a while, though, I find myself in a match with a hardcore stipulation, and I have to fight. I’ve never been scared to do so, and all of the times I’ve won in scenarios like that are conveniently forgotten by you and left out of your poorly-edited video package. I’ve curb-stomped grown men into light tubes and watched them cough up their own blood. I’ve beaten my best friend bloody in a six-way street fight. I’ve taken years off of people’s lives and careers in elimination chambers. No, I haven’t made my career off of doing Johnny Knoxville stunts off of apartment building roofs in the Portland suburbs, but don’t you dare question whether or not I’m built for this. You’re so caught up in wanting to be special and feeling like you’re on this untouchable hardcore pedestal that you’re flat-out acting like I don’t present a threat. That’s not confidence, Kenny, that is delusion, and that will be instrumental in your undoing. Some crazy ass bullshit like this may very well be your home, but you’re on MY brand tryna end MY reign. It’s too late. If you were gonna try to prevent this “undeserving” little prima donna from reaching the top, you should’ve intervened a long time ago. You should’ve put your foot down when you were running a literal cult or when you were too busy waging war to keep an eye on your kid. You rent a dingy little room within the confines of MY Kingdom, and at Hardcore Havoc, I’m kicking in your front door and collecting rent. Then again, that wouldn’t make me the first person to walk into your house and disrespect the shit outta you, would I?

You say that I should be scared. I say that I’ve never feared a single person I’ve stepped into the ring with, and I’ll be damned if I start today.

You say I’m caught up in the lights and the fanfare. I say it all goes in one ear and out the others, and the lights have never blinded me long enough to keep me from surpassing you.

You cling to paper-thin reasons for why you say I don’t deserve to be here. I say if you were half as great as you think you are, maybe I wouldn’t be.

The fact of the matter is, it COULD have been anyone else standing across from you. But as much energy as you’ve sunk into doing battle with your rivals, as much as your bitch ass revels in the story and the struggle NONE OF IT MATTERS WHEN IT COMES DOWN TO IT. I am right where I belong. There will be blood on the throne after Hardcore Havoc, but that’s the price I have to pay to protect everything I’ve worked so hard for. We’re both gonna be carted out of Verizon Arena, but before I go comatose, Chet’s stupid ass is gonna be draping the OWA World title over my body. I won’t just survive. I’ll win. And all I have to do to get there is euthanize a wolf. I’m game.

Unlike euthanasia, though, I can’t promise your defeat will be quick or painless.

Long live the fucking Queen, and long may I reign.

Hardcore Havoc Promo #1

“La Femme Cloudy”

Femme Fatale Wrestling.
Zenith Paris - La Villette
Paris, France.

(“Rainy Days” by Boogie plays as Stephanie Matsuda walks out to a sold out crowd of 6,000 fans of women’s wrestling. She was appearing at was FFW’s ‘La Joshimania’ supercard event that featured the hottest independent women’s wrestlers from around the world. Due to Matsuda having an upcoming match at EWC’s Wrestlefest XVII event in Arles, France, and OWA’s Hardcore Havoc the night after back in America. The War Queen held a mic in her hand as she slid into the ring with the EWC X-Division Championship and slung it over her shoulder. She took a moment to look over at the crowd before speaking.)

Stephanie Matsuda: WHAT’S UP PARIS!?

(Crowd cheers)

Stephanie Matsuda: WHAT’s HAPPENING FFW!!!??

(The cheers get even louder)

Stephanie Matsuda: La freaking Joshimania! I haven’t been to one of these in years! The last time was during my reign as JET World World Champion. Actually, I successfully defended my title that night too! Good times, good times. I hope everyone is enjoying the show so far. Anastasie works her ass off annually to make sure you guys get the best of the best to fight right here in Paris! As you know, I’m in Europe for reasons not related to this show. Unfortunately, after I kick Xavier Reid’s ass in our upcoming Weapon X Match, I’ll have to fly over to The States to participate in Natalie Cage’s “Clockwork Orange Match” at Hardcore Havoc. Heh...that Natty she’s something alright…

(Stephanie shakes her head a little)

Stephanie Matsuda: I remember last year my god-sister and student Serenity Scorpio telling me about this Natalie Cage woman. They had a match early in the first season, which Natalie walked out as the winner. At that time she was still new to the scene, following her brother Nate around like a goddamn puppy dog. And then, at the Women’s Clash of the Titans match, someone decided to get bold. Not only does she plants one on the lips of yours truly, but she ends up eliminating me from the match! At the time I shrugged it off. After all, I had no intention of winning the Clash - I was called in to do a favor and I did as such. I had yet to make a full return to the business and decided to focus on making sporadic appearances. But nevertheless, I kept my eye on the winner of the women’s Clash. I sat back and watched the rise of Natalie Cage with an observant eye. I was there when she defeated Azumi Goto for the OWA Women’s World Championship. I headlined Boiling Point, the very show she successfully defended her title against Diantha at. At Civil War, she fell at the feet of Aria Jaxon while I went on to defeat Keelan Callihan, a man who was once said to be Finnegan Wakefield’s equal. And now, our paths cross once more.

(Stephanie paused as she took her time pacing back and forth.)

Stephanie Matsuda: It’s funny how life comes full circle. I was Natalie Cage in 2018. I was the one who stumbled upon an opportunity, cashed it in, and became the face of women’s wrestling. I then proceeded to go on a roaring rampage of dominant title defenses against bigger names than the ones Ms. Cage laid to rest. Now I’ll give her one thing - she is exactly where she wants to be. She didn’t have to make the tough decision of choosing between staying where you are as champion or venture out with your freedom. You see, towards the end of my last major title reign, I had a thought. I was running around calling myself the best women’s wrestler in the world, but I realized that it’s hard to call yourself that when you only exist under one banner. If I, The War Queen of professional wrestling was truly as such, then I needed to go out there. I already proved myself in the Land of the Elite. It was time for me to go on an Odyssey. And let me tell you, it’s been one hell of a ride so far. Your girl was one half of the inaugural OATH Tag Team Champions!

(The crowd cheers as Stephanie nods several times.)

Stephanie Matsuda: I’m the current reigning and defending EWC X-Division Champion which basically means I’m the one who runs their hardcore division. So you see Ms. Cage, come Sunday night I won’t be walking into your world...you’ll be walking into MINE. I don’t care if it’s a Clockwork Orange match, cage match, fans bring the weapons! It doesn’t matter because if it involves unadulterated violence, then the X-Rated War Queen will bring the smoke to you Natalie Cage! The squared circle is MY RING, MY TEMPLE, MY GODDAMN BATTLEFIELD! Having a win over a couple of up and comers doesn’t make you my equal, sweets.It makes you my understudy. You’re in my shoes at the moment - hell you’re even engaged in your own lesbian relationship with a staff member! So tell me this, “British Cloud?” What else are you going to take from me? Huh!? HUH!? Okay Iemme stop biting from Nas...so come on Batty Natty, what else do you have in store for me!? Are you gonna kick my ass? Heh, i’d like to see you try. I was in the game before you even knew how to fight, sweets. While I was being trained by the best, you were in your teens busy rubbing one out to season three of Skins. While I was reigning as JET World Champion, you were rubbing one out to episodes of Sherlock while in the Royal Navy. And while you was a pup in Wolvesden, I was the Iconic War Queen. I’m no mere up and comer, sweets. I’m the final boss of your goddamn career. Because when I’m done with you, it’ll be me you’ll be rubbing one out to…

Crowd: Ooooo…

(Stephanie leans on the ropes with the mic in hand.)

Stephanie Matsuda: Because, you’ll essentially be my bitch. From Wolvesden pup to Cloudy’s bitch. Quite the life you’re leading, huh Batty Natty? But alas, despite all the shit you’ve said and pulled, you’re not the one I have a beef with in this endeavour. Nah, the bone I have with a certain “ace” is much bigger than the bone I have with Cloud Jr.

(Stephanie’s face grew serious as she walked around the ring.)

Stephanie Matsuda: First off - really Azumi? Is that how you really feel? Like I could detect that you’ve been feeling a certain way about me since late last year, but it’s like that now!? Heh, in my video to Xavier Reid I brought up how the narratives we create shape the views of the audience. In your case you painted me as this careless co-owner who dumps the responsibility of an entire promotion on your lap. According to JET faithful, I’m some kind of irresponsible glory hound who cares more about her personal success than the growth of her own company. And yet despite me running my own dojo which teaches the same fighting style as JET, I somehow don’t care about where I came from. Ladies and gentlemen, you French have a saying. I think it goes “L’habit ne fait pas le moine”. It roughly translates to “The vestment does not make the monk.” Just because a monk is wearing the monk’s clothes, doesn’t mean he’s a monk. In this case, just because Azumi acts like an ace and calls herself such, doesn’t me that she actually is one.”

Crowd: Ooooo…

Stephanie Matsuda: According to Azumi’s narrative she’s this selfless professional who puts her her company first. And yet...it’s the majority of MY money that keeps JET afloat. Azumi forgets that Manami approached me first about taking over JET in her stead. Of course it was always intended for Azumi and I to run side by side. But what my dear co-owner doesn’t tell you is how much the Joshi market was suffering. There hasn’t been a strong brand in years and it was going to take some branching out in order to ensure that we even had a future. So I made a choice - to focus on my career. The more prestige I build, the bigger JET’s name becomes. Soon, more and more aspiring wrestlers came flocking to our dojo, beginning to be taught. In fact, I was the one who came up with The Alliance Network. I’m the one who sought out investors such as Tarah Nova, Madam Vega, Aria Jaxon, and everyone’s favorite Latina twins. I helped Manami set up the IJWF. But yet I’m the one who doesn’t give a damn about JET!? Nah, sweets. You can keep pushing that narrative if you want, but the real ones know how much of a bullshit artist you are…”Ace”.

(Stephanie’s eyes become dark and serious as the camera zooms in closely on her face.)

Stephanie Matsuda: You like to present yourself as this “Ace” of a division but yet you drop off the face of the planet. You like to say that you’re the locker room leader but haven’t done anything for this brand. I’ve done more for Odyssey when I saved it from the clutches of Samantha Garza! Did Natalie do that!? NOPE! Did you Azumi- DID YOU DO THAT AZUMI!? HELL FUCKING NO! I’M THE ACE OF ODYSSEY! I’m the one who helped put Trifecta together...I’m the one who made JET an internationally known promotion. You’re one hell of a businesswoman sweets...but you’re nowhere near what a true ace is. Me...Aria...Tarah. We’re the real fucking aces of OWA. Maybe even Batty Natty but either one of you haven’t even come close to achieving the level of success I’ve obtained. Hell even Cristie Sky makes you look like a second-rate joshi midcarder. EVEN KAGUYA is more accomplished than you!

Crowd: Oooo…

Stephanie Matsuda: So I advise that the next time you get my name in your mouth, you best put some respect on it Goto-chan because if not...then this triple threat is gonna become a one-on-one because I SWEAR TO GOD I will break Natalie’s legs just for some alone time with you. And when that happens...I will embarrass you. I will wrestle circles around you - I won’t even use weapons. I’ll just expose you in front of the whole Verizon Arena. You could never...and I mean NEVER measure up to me. Yeah, you got a win over me...after I fought the likes of Aria Jaxon and Xavier Reid back to back. You got me when I was weaker and you know what? I wasn’t even mad. But yet you started running that mouth of yours like you always do, pleading for the fans to feel sorry you, using your family as an excuse for your hiatus. Okay you got married, congrats. You want a cookie for starting a family!? Monica and I got married this year? So did Aria and Aren - should we get cookies too!? You know what!? COOKIES FOR EVERYBODY!!!! YAY!!!!

Crowd: COOKIE! COOKIE! COOKIE! COOKIE!

(Stephanie laughs and shakes her head)

Stephanie Matsuda: Leave it to basic bitches to want participation trophies. In this business...unless if you put everything into the fight, then nobody gives a fuck about you. Natalie understands this, why can’t you? I swear if you come to the ring Sunday night all half-assed I”LL END YOUR CAREER MYSELF! You seen me do it Azumi...to a woman i once loved wirth my own bare fucking hands! I don’t give a FUCK! You wanna question my commitment to the business I love!? Well you’re about to get a close look at how dedicated I am…

(Stephanie pauses…)

Stephanie Matsuda: Know it.

Crowd: Understand it!

Stephanie Matsuda: Believe it.

(A fuming Matsuda drops the mic as she exits the ring with her theme music playing)

The Trapped Soul

Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock…

The grandfather clock chimes midnight. Despite the decrepit surroundings of the farm it’s in, somebody has kept the timepiece in remarkable condition. Time is an important thing. We are granted a finite amount of it. So, to respect its keepers is, ironically, a good use of one’s time. The farm, as usual, is silent. Silent all for but the sound of heavy breathing. Nate Cage can only breathe and live with his thoughts now. As the Devil walks up to the clock and inspects it, he cocks his head, still impressed that it works. His coat is bloody. He’s been busy.

Nobody’s seen or heard from the young man who walked up the path to Nate’s farm a few weeks back. The people in this village aren’t likely to talk, either. If anyone comes around to ask after the kid, he came through and was on his way. Maybe he stopped at the bakery to pick up some bread for the road. They know the truth. They know that he walked into the farm and never came out. No one comes out. And to send some poor soul up there looking for the city dweller might as well be a death sentence. The passing of such cruelty wouldn’t be right. There are theories on what Nate Cage does up here. Nothing but hearsay and gossip. Everyone’s too afraid to learn about him. It’s a reasonable response to a freak in a gas mask who buys a shithole for two million dollars on a whim.

Under the mask, it’s hard to tell how Nate’s feeling. But I can give you a pretty decent guess. He’s feeling accomplished. He’s finally got what he wants: peace. A man who has spent his entire life tormenting others has achieved the one thing he doesn’t deserve. Nobody bothers him. And if they do, they’ll be chained up in the basement and never heard of again. How do I know this? Because I was such a person. Key word being “was”. Nate Cage didn’t have to kill me, I took it upon myself. A sharp piece of glass from a broken bottle was enough to end it all. Nate was kind enough to burn my body in a furnace and let the smoke of my remains reign over town like a dark cloud. Now, my soul is left in this place, cursed to watch this monster go about his daily routine, acting like he isn’t an affront to this Earth. I don’t know why my suffering wasn’t allowed to end. Maybe it’s because I took the coward’s way out? No matter, I don’t deserve eternity with Satan himself. What kind of God would allow such a beast to walk this planet? Look at him, strolling around the farm like he isn’t evil incarnate. I don’t understand men like him. If he even is a man.

Nate has done nothing but wander for days now. He just walks and walks and walks around the grounds until nightfall. Then, he disappears to his work shed to…I don’t even want to think about it. This is someone who doesn’t feel. Someone who has zero concerns and can get away with anything. Nobody will ever know how much I suffered, and I hate it. But what can I do? I’m doomed to this place; this is my fate. The sooner I resign myself to that, the sooner the pain will subside. But being reminded of Nate’s existence doesn’t help me with that. Look at him. Walking. Walking. Walking. Why won’t he die? Why can’t anything make him stop? I feel sorry for anyone who is stupid enough to stand in his path.

Journal Entry #003 – A Rabbit Leaves

The other one is dead. Wrists slashed with a broken bottle. I imagined the city boy would make good company for him, but evidently, I was wrong. He couldn’t have hanged himself and saved me the trouble of cleaning up all the blood? Selfish, selfish man. No matter, the less noise I can hear, the less screams I have to drown out by chopping wood, the better. These people have been warned not to come near this place and they never listen. The arrogance of humans. The brashness to think they’re special enough to defy the word of God. They deserve everything that comes their way.

This arrogance is systemic. I see it all around me. Men and women who are raised to believe they’re special. They think they’re owed a thing or two and if they’re not given it, they’ll try their hardest to take it. Look at Finnegan Wakefield. Here’s a man I gave an opportunity to be humble and what do I get in return? My match is interrupted, and he sees fit to batter me with a chain. I didn’t want him to come after me because I already dealt with him. He was already punished. When the collar tightened around his neck and the blood flowed from his mouth, that was Finn’s exit. That was his chance to come so close to the Devil himself and live to tell the tale. I made the mistake of respecting him, it’s a mistake I won’t be making again.

Finn is a man whose path I have crossed only once. A tag team match. Kenny Drake and I, the tag team champions, standing opposite Finnegan Wakefield and Scotty Adams. What a collection of souls. Two men who were once brothers, torn apart by forces too powerful to resist. And two men who ran away from this place and had returns of contrasting success. Mr. Wakefield and Mr. Adams would win that match. And well done to them for it. To defeat the den of wolves in its prime is quite the feat. I’ve been reflecting an awful lot on that day and what the old me would say to Finnegan Wakefield. Perhaps tell him what I already have. Tell him he’s nothing more than an attention seeker who cares more about a great match than a win. But where would that get me? Right back to where I was. Running away from reality is what I used to do, facing it head on is how I conduct my business now. Finnegan Wakefield, the technical genius, the longest-reigning champion in OWA history. The exiled son who returned with open arms to his wrestling family.

It’s a beautiful tale. It’s one of inspiration, hope. Finn, if you’re reading this, know that the hardships you’ve overcome in life mean a lot to the people. Never lose sight of that or who you are. People like you are necessary because there are people like me. I don’t inspire. I don’t create goodness. With me, there is a plague of terror, doubt, uncertainty and pain. It’s always been like that, but things seem to have amplified since my…accident. Despite my best efforts, fate has decided we much fight. Fate is a fickle force sometimes. It willed Moongoose McQueen to me and look what happened. Everything he did to me caused no pain, exactly as I said it would. And as I was on the brink of exposing him for the fraud that he is, Finn, you got involved.

For that involvement, I cannot be calm or measured in my response. To deny me my right to break McQueen is a denial of everything I stand for. Who are you to decide such things? Who made you capable of this? You are a wrestler. You are very, vey good at it. You can manipulate people’s bodies in ways that no one else can. That is your calling. My calling is to maintain the status quo. My calling is to snuff out those who don’t belong so that the world can keep on…ticking. I thought that you wouldn’t be a problem, but like a weed, you grew back after I tried to tear you up.

Finn, what you have done is have a lapse in judgement. You’re human, I don’t blame you. But a mistake is a mistake and it must be punished. You have made this choice for yourself and I am not to be held accountable for what happens. Hardcore Havoc is significant to both of us, isn’t it? It was where you won your world championship and it was where the Nate Cage of old competed for the title of Spartans. What a night it was for you. Celebrations all around in the Wakefield household. But in the time between then and now, you’ve been through so much. You are beset on all sides and are being forced to fight your way out of an impossible situation. Keelan Callihan is the monkey on your back that won’t go away and in the other direction is me.

Unlike Mr. Callihan, I’m not going to waste my time. I’m not going to make you my dance partner. You are going to throw your vast array of offence at me in the hopes that it will be enough. You can pull my arm out of its socket, you can drop me on my head and neck, you can do whatever it is that you please. The inconvenient truth is that you will be tethered to me. You will have nowhere to run. You have to march forward and hit me. What then? Keep on hitting me with the hope it will serve a different outcome? I will be left with no choice but to defend myself. I will have to grab the chain that binds us, wrap it around your throat once more, and clamp down until the colour is sapped from your face. A violent response, yes, but a necessary one. Maybe then, you’ll understand. Maybe then, you can process just how much trouble you’re chasing.

Fate will always favour me, because fate snatched me from the jaws of death itself to tell me my work isn’t done here yet. Fate sent you on a hellish path and stole the best time of your career from you. Fate does not like you, Finn. If Fate liked you, you would be as far away as possible from me this weekend. I am coming down from my hill and I am seeking you out. You are a marked man, Mr. Wakefield. I must do everything in my power to end you. I will not sleep, I will not eat, I will not stop until my task is completed. I have been fated to pursue the most dangerous grappler this world has ever seen, tighten a noose around his neck and finish the job. You will not escape, and you will not survive. I’m promising this because I think it’s only fair. The world needs heroes to believe in and you have selfishly opted to sacrifice yourself for no reason beyond feckless pride.

We may come from the same Isles, we may speak the same language and we may share a cultural bond, but we are tethered. I am you and you are me. Two souls attached in a dance of war. Only one can live to tell the tale. I am prepared to destroy my body all over again to put an end to the incredible journey of Finnegan Wakefield. Not because I hate you, not because I want to, but because it is my sworn duty as an agent of fate. I do not get to decide who lives and dies, only whose sins must be paid for. You have committed the sin of pride. You have brought everything upon yourself. I want to believe that your soul is destined for salvation but I’m not so sure. I would say your goodbyes while you still can, sir. I’m not going to say them for you.

Once this message is in your possession, think hard about its contents. I am not trying to threaten you, Finn. I am only trying to educate. I believe every sinner must know what exactly they are guilty of. In time, I know you will appreciate all that I’ve done for you. If untethering you from this world is what it takes, so be it. I look forward to making your acquaintance for the final time.

Opportunity.

All it takes is one...opportunity.

And then?

Boom.

The world changes.

-/-//__-\-./WLVSDN-/—-/__-:-.-

PORTLAND, OR
[REDACTED]
2:15 AM on WEDNESDAY

A dark room. Movement can be heard, but not seen. The creaking of a chair reclining; a soft sigh.

After a moment of darkness and unsettling stillness, the inverted crimson cross flickered to life above a man sitting at a black wood desk.

Kenny Drake.

Kenny leaned back in the old chair, forcing out another creak from the rusted bolts. A far cry from the plush leather recliner he used to call his throne...

I have been in this industry since...God...the early 2000’s...and can you believe this is my FIRST opportunity at a World Title? I know how some of you will take that… “Well, Kenny, maybe you weren’t GOOD ENOUGH to get a shot…Well, Kenny...perhaps you just didn’t EARN one.”

Kenny chuckled.

That old chestnut…

Anyone else...that would probably be true. Anybody else, you could probably make the argument that they just didn’t earn it or measure up.

But Me?

You’re fooling nobody.

The fact is, I have been running ROUGHSHOD on this company since DAY. FUCKING. ONE. I have been putting MY name on the TIPS of people’s tongues since the VERY FIRST RING of the Omega Ring Bell, and I have done ALL of that without so much as SNIFFING a championship belt. Now I realize I am a former Tag Team champion, but that’s...that’s different, isn’t it?

No, in the past year or so, I have been THE talking point of this industry simply by EXISTING. I had what many would consider a career renaissance, and I’m not done by a GOD DAMN LONG SHOT. Headlining SOLD OUT shows, consistently being involved in Matches of the GOD DAMN YEAR...2019 is, without a DOUBT...the Year of the Wolf.

Kenny slowly stood, sending out a final cringe-inducing creak from the chair before pushing it away. Kenny leant down, placing both hands on the table.

So isn’t it...apropo...that a year later...after officially making this company the most important entity in professional wrestling...I have been given yet another...opportunity.

Against none other...than Aria...Jaxon.

This?

THIS. Is what it’s all been leading up to. I always spoke of a grand plan? Superconsciousness through ultraviolence as a means to an end...and THIS…

This is that end.

Kenny suddenly went still. He stared into the camera...a long, unnerving stare….

Aria? I want you to listen. I want you to stop whatever interview, whatever blog, whatever distraction...and listen.

You?

You will not walk out of this.

The winner...on your own...anything...

This Sunday... is where you, the so-called Queen of OWA, are put down for good.

You.

Will.

Lose.

Kenny cracked his neck and stood up straight. He chuckled as he rubbed his chin and looked off into the distance.

I find it kinda funny, actually...your...EXCITEMENT for this match. You aren’t scared in the LEAST, are you?

...that’s a shame.

That’s...actually... kind of insulting.

Because THAT, Aria Jaxon, is an indicator of just how out of touch and unprepared you are. You’re our World Champion, but only AFTER all the meetings, photo shoots, parties, red carpets...and throughout the whole thing, you have the NERVE to say you’re on my level here. You think you’re just gonna walk into MY domain, MY habitat and just have a day at the park...you’re just like Carlos, just like Cage, just like EVERYBODY ELSE...looking PAST me. And why, Aria? Because you’re “no stranger to Hardcore?” You’ve been in throwaway GARBAGE BULLSHIT, PLAYING WITH LIGHT TUBES LIKE SOME FIFTEEN YEAR OLD IN THEIR BACKYARD, WHILE I PUT ON MATCH OF THE YEAR WINNERS. I have built my LEGACY in the searing pain of ultraviolence, and you have the FUCKING NERVE to think you measure up cos you played Holly Hardcore a few times?! You PIGGYBACK off the hard work and pain and sacrifice that people like Tarah Nova and I put in because what? You SOMETIMES enter with a purple light tube? Or is it blue now? Does it always HAVE to match your hair?

Pathetic.

PATHETIC.

Kenny slammed his fist on the table. A crack of the wood echoed through the dark room. Kenny stared deep into the camera...his blood red left eye twitched...

The horrible silence…

Aria...you have your name all over this place, because you put the money behind it. You have your fingerprints on every GOD DAMN thing this company puts out, and as you should. You’re the money woman! You’re the BACKER! Hell, you’re a CO-OWNER.

You need to realize something, kid...you may OWN this place…

But I MADE it.

Look back at Hardcore Havoc last year...where I had ONE OF the matches of the year against Tarah Nova. Where I had ONE OF the most talked about matches of the DECADE...where I, SINGLE HANDEDLY, PUT THE OWA ON THE FUCKIN’ MAP WITH MY HARD WORK AND MY SHED BLOOD. Where were YOU?

SSW?

With Phantom Troupe?

...pathetic...

See...you’re probably tired of hearing about this, but it just BEGS to be repeated...You are NOT one of us, Aria Jaxon. You CHOSE your side AGES ago, didn’t you? Team SSW! QUEEN OF STRONG STYLE!

And yet HERE you are…the Champ of the place that DIDN’T fold...

Now...I’m no company guy...I’m not some corporate stooge that grandstands for the big box, but there is no denying that I have given EVERYTHING to this place. Through everything, I have remained loyal to this Kingdom while still holding true to my values. Through EVERYTHING, I have stuck by this brand and given my BLOOD to that ring so that this place may flourish...and through EVERYTHING, I have stayed loyal and quiet while chipbag posers, one hit wonders, and faded old-timers were given UNDESERVED opportunities time and time again ...so when I say I have fucking PRIDE in this place, you better believe that ain’t a SOUNDBITE, that’s fuckin GOSPEL.

And through everything, Aria? I’ve watched you treat this place like a vacation home...

Enough.

I’m tired of it. Sick to DEATH of all this...HERO worship over you. Like you’re Joan of Arc or something. People treat you like you SAVED this company...when this time last year, you were trying to desTROY it, and you come in here, get a cushy win at the Grand Rampage, “earn” your shot...and take the title you NEVER deserved.

No.

No.

I take that as a direct...FUCKING...insult.

This? This is my chance...my chance to prove to everyone that what I was saying was right...that my sacrifice and hardships were worth it. This is my opportunity to break this place from the SHACKLES placed upon it and usher in the NEW generation…

Kenny took a deep breath and closed his eyes. After a moment, he slowly opened them and gazed up to the ceiling...as if reading the stars...

At Hardcore Havoc...MY event...your pretty little reign as Queen of OWA comes to a horrible...painful...excruciating end.

And I will fulfill my promise that I made when I first arrived…

I will change the world for the better.

He tilted his head down...He smirked for a moment...

Through Ultraviolence.

All I need?

Is an opportunity...

Kenny smiled as the cross flickered and died...

Kenny’s blood red eye shone through the dark...piercing...

Wolves.

Aeternum.

X Marks The Spot

Hello Roni.

I hope this voice message finds you filled with focus and well aware of what awaits you when we collide. You agreed to Ultimate X without a worry, eager to prove yourself. That makes me proud to face you...and it also tells me that I am the one who is going to unseat you. Would you like to know why? I’ll tell you.

Not long ago, I was a champion too. Not here in OWA, but elsewhere. I was a lot like you when it came to challengers. I didn’t care who they were or what stipulations they wanted or what obstacles I had to overcome, I never took a backstep. I defended my title with an almost religious fervor, eagerly awaiting challengers and then ultimately seeking them out when fewer and fewer women would come calling. This, in a way, reminds me of you. While this is only your second title defense, I can almost feel the anger, the resentment, the lack of respect you feel that the wrestling world gives you. You’re a kind person, but I’ve seen the look in your eyes far too many times from people I’ve worked with and fought against to dismiss it.

Even as a champion, you’re hungry. You know that you still have doubters and you know that when you couldn’t beat me it was a near certainty that we would fight again, this time for your title. You, my friend, are not just fighting to keep your title. While you want to say that you have nothing to gain by beating me, we both know that is certainly not true. Even you, as pure of heart as you are, would have to admit on some level beating me would give you satisfaction beyond simply recording a title defense. You’re a lot like me in that respect….you demand perfection of yourself. You try to hide it, but you very much want to be perfect. Erasing your draw with me would bring you one step closer to that, wouldn’t it?

While I’m just the challenger here, I have a valuable title to gain but I also have things to lose. My place in the hierarchy of Odyssey is at stake, even with the “World Champion” graciously admitting I should be in Azumi Goto’s spot challenging her alongside Stephanie. As good as you are, Roni...there are several women on the roster here who form a tier you are yet apart of. Not because you lack skills or heart or anything else...you simply have not been battle tested to the degree of someone like myself or Natalie or Matsuda or even Goto or Dulce, the woman you beat for that title.

I think that you will get there soon. But soon isn’t NOW. That’s why when we meet I will show you everything that a wrestler of my caliber is capable of and I will show you what restraint, control, channeling your rage and your fighting spirit is all about. Your style is too wild to become one of the best OWA has to offer. With the calmest of minds, I will show you what it means to be a true champion. I will keep battering you until there is nothing left, no cheers for you to hear, no more spirit to draw on. You’re going to be laying on your back, watching me take everything from you. And there won’t be a damn thing that you can do about it.

You have seen me wrestle, you have fought against me. Your attention to detail does you credit, sweetheart, but do you really understand who or what you’re going to be facing? You are talking to and fighting someone that has seen the horrors of war up close and personal, seeing the grisly aftermath of geopolitical scheming and sectarian violence. You are also talking to a woman who was nearly blown up in a deathmatch by explosive charges, only to survive and advance on. What do you know about pain? Have you ever felt a piece of bomb shrapnel sticking out of your leg? Have you ever felt the heat of a bullet as it blazed past the side of your skull? Heh, have you even been hit in the head with a gigantic metal trophy by an overbearing half black, half Japanese woman yet? I can assure you that none of those are pleasant feelings….especially the last one.

When I look at the women of OWA, I see women who are my equal, like Goto. I see women like you and Diantha who need a little extra...seasoning. Yes. Sometimes women like you need someone like me in your way to turn the ugly lump of coal into a shining diamond. The process will be hard for you. You will lose EVERYTHING in the process. But, in time, you’re going to look back on the complete demolition at my hands as the catalyst for you to become an even stronger champion someday. I will teach you that control and focus are far more important than spirit.

Don’t take what happens at Hardcore Havoc personally. I don’t dislike you and I hope that this message doesn’t come off as condescending to you. But...sometimes the truth is a bitter medicine to serve. Sometimes it takes things being broken to be made into something truly unique.

You will fight, bravely enough. But foolishly. Recklessly. And you ...will ...lose.

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(The camera shows DiVa, Sweet Roxy, and Jonetta Stone all out and eccentrically dressed as usual as they make their way through a store)

DiVa: Hey, everyone! DiVa here!

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(DiVa listens closely as she hears something in the distance)

DiVa: OMG, Roxy! Jonnie! Do you hear that? The store is playing Christmas music!!

Sweet Roxy: Oh boy, here we go again. What is with you and Christmas?

DiVa: Christmas is the best! It’s so nice and pretty and just SO comforting! ‘Tis the season, girls!

Sweet Roxy: Why would I care about Christmas? I get whatever I want any time of the year. Even Layne couldn’t keep his hands off of me when he finally had no choice but to be in the same ring as me back on Olympus!

DiVa: DiVa always gets what she wants too, but that’s not the point! Christmas is about so much more than gifts! It’s not about just GETTING stuff! It’s about GIVING stuff!

(Roxy looks at Jonetta with a confused expression while Jonetta looks repulsed)

DiVa: That’s right! You may not know this, but DiVa is SUPER charitable, especially around Christmas!

Sweet Roxy: Are you serious? I’m starting to wonder about you, Di…

DiVa: Of course DiVa is serious! Christmas is the most wonderful, special, magical, AMAZING time of the year and deserves to be honored! DiVa doesn’t just want to wait around to be given things! DiVa has already gotten so much! DiVa has the bestest two friends in the entire world! DiVa has the Openweight Tag Team Championships! DiVa has the Womens Tag Team Championships! DiVa has The Dollhouse and that’s all she needs! But what about others, girls?

Sweet Roxy: Who? What OTHERS?

DiVa: Our opponents, of course! The people that we step inside the ring with! Aren’t they special to us in their own way? Don’t you think so?!

Sweet Roxy: I… Do not like our opponents.

DiVa: And neither does DiVa! DiVa loathes our opponents! She hates them with every fiber of her being! DiVa wouldn’t mind it if they all died horrible, painful deaths! But that’s not the point! The point is that it’s Christmas time and that it’s the one time of the year that The Dollhouse should think about more than themselves! The Dollhouse should think about all of our terrible opponents and what they can do to make their Christmas just a little bit better! For instance, we’ve faced off with the Maverooks Inkling only about 300 times by this point, right? And sure, they’ve never come close! They’ve always failed horribly! It’s always been absolutely disastrous for them and honestly they should just cut their losses and give up because everyone knows that while they’ve been getting their dignity and egos injured up until now, this time they’ll be getting their bodies injured as well! And what about Kyle… Maverook? Wait, DiVa is confused…

Sweet Roxy: Never heard that one before…

DiVa: It’s okay! DiVa gets it! What about Kyle Maverook and his boyfriend, Jack Kitten? He’s clearly turned his back on his Maverook brethren and wants to make a name for himself! There’s so much drama there! They’re clearly some sort of family together and DiVa just HATES to see a family split up around Christmas time! It makes DiVa’s cute little adorable heart break… But it’s okay! Because DiVa is confident that The Dollhouse can bring them back together! She’s certain of it! No one should be alone for Christmas! If you’re family, you should put your differences aside and celebrate the amazingness of Christmas time, even if you are both horrible failures that lost in the biggest match of your respective lives! Even if you are crippled for the rest of your lives because you truly believed that it would be a wise decision to compete with The Dollhouse in a Ladder Match! You might spend the rest of your lives in wheelchairs with a bitter outlook on life! You might regret every decision you ever made! You might frequently contemplate killing yourselves just to escape the painful memories of defeat! But in the end, at least you can look at one another and know that you’re all in the same sinking boat! And THAT is what Christmas is all about, everyone!

Sweet Roxy: Right… And what exactly is your point again?

(DiVa’s eyes grow wide as she notices something and gasps)

DiVa: Look! This is what we came for! This is what we need for Christmas time! Gifts! Such special gifts to give to our dear opponents! Gifts that will say so much!

(DiVa rushes ahead as the camera follows her deeper into the store where dozens of Ladders are shown)

DiVa: This is it! Every year for Christmas, all the families want the perfect Christmas tree! They want something to be the centerpiece of the most wonderful time of the year for them! Something that represents all of it! That they gather around to get their presents! This is what we’re here for! That’s what this is right now! These beauties are our Christmas trees, and it’s all just a matter of picking out the bestest one! Just look at it! Big Ladders! Small Ladders! HUGE Ladders! We need something more special! The Dollhouse needs something that comes from the heart! We need a Christmas tree that can be appreciated by all, and we’ll find it here!

(DiVa hops around in excitement as Sweet Roxy and Jonetta Stone join her)

DiVa: What DiVa wants more than anything in the world is for everyone to have a nice Christmas, and it all starts here! It starts right now! There are four people waiting for us to give them a reason to believe in the season! A reason to feel as happy and joyful as DiVa is! And all we have to do is pick out a special tree here for them! One that we’re going to gift to them! And WHY do we give it to them? Not just because it’s Christmas time, but because we’re a very giving group! The Dollhouse is the most charitable group in the WORLD! We’re going to give this gift to our opponents! We’re going to deliver this gift into their guts! We’re going to deliver this gift into their faces! We’re going to deliver this gift onto their spines! We’re going to make them fall off of this very special gift and come crashing down onto the canvas of the ring or even better, to the outside! This gift is going to snap their bones and break their wills! It’s going to give them the gift of a reminder that they should not have ever fucked with The Dollhouse! The very LAST reminder they’ll ever need too! Because The Dollhouse wants them to feel excitement! They want their opponents to feel desire and passion and happiness and to feel like this may be their last chance, but it might be the one where they pull it off! Because the spirit of Christmas empowers them and we all know that everyone wants their happy Christmas ending! But nope! They’re only getting an ending! An end to the year! An end to their hopes and dreams! And an end to their careers! They are going to just LOVE this gift! DiVa can’t wait!!

(DiVa continues to excitedly skip around looking for the perfect Ladder as Roxy joins her)

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️Flash forward in time, Jonetta is seen in a new section of the store, having forced the workers there to customize three Christmas angel ornaments to be dressed like the members of the Dollhouse. She is joined by DiVa and Roxy, after the pair had gone ladder searching.

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Jonetta: Alright girls, we found the perfect ladder, but aren’t we forgetting something? I won’t question DiVa’s superb ability in finding “gifts” for our foes in this time of “giving”, but what about the intangibles?! What about the wanting of a Christmas miracle! You know it’s that time of year where all the boys want to see us climb up the ladder, so we’re right under our titles hanging above like mistletoe, and in their wildest dreams, we blow kisses to the crowd and grab our championships! Bless their little hearts!

Sweet Roxy: Don’t tell me, you of all people are getting into the Christmas spirit too?!!

Jonetta: Yes, it’s time for an early Dollhouse Christmas showcase. Let everyone sit down and watch us, watch us like all the little kids who think they’ll see Santa flying up in the sky! Better yet, while some families put angels on top of trees and others put stars, only the Dollhouse can represent both for all of you sitting at home! Knowing we’ll be found at the top of those ladders! We’re archangels, we’re superstars!

DiVa: Wha?? Jonnie’s super into the Holidays?

Jonetta: Why of course, OHOHOHO! Sure charity and “giving” may disgust me, but what other time of year are reindeer in vogue? It’s some of the best business taxidermy sellers get year-round!

DiVa: DiVa knows just what you mean! At this time of year, alongside the poor drummer boy and Mr Coca Colaclause, people love DiVa singing songs about little Ruddy!

️Jonetta lays her hand in the area her heart should be and looks almost teary-eyed after DiVa mentioned Rudolph

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Jonetta: Oh Rudolph, that brings back memories. I must have been what….six or seven, out in the great outdoors with my parents, searching for my favourite character from all the Christmas tales I’d use to see all over TV! I just wanted to see Rudolph in person! But after spending all day being the perfect little girl, doing all that my parents asked me to, they told me the other reindeers were just as nasty as they were in the stories before Rudolph got into the club with Santa! Now instead of bullying him, they were hiding him from all the children like me, because they wanted to keep their special famous reindeer friend to themselves!

Sweet Roxy: I’m so sorry Jonetta, I guess you never did get a red-nosed reindeer.

Jonetta: Huh? Oh no, I got one alright. Even when I was a diluted little kid, no one messes with me! I figured back then, if I couldn’t find a cute little Rudolph because they were hiding him, I was going to make one! I shot one of those little ones, square in the nose and watched it turn the shade I wanted, it’s the first time I got into target practice!

But that’s what I do! That’s what the Dollhouse does! The Dollhouse makes things out of thin air, if we aren’t given something we go out and make of the world as we choose! It all started when our bestie Sweet Roxy wasn’t being given the credit she deserved, when the people were trying to minimize her, ignore her, but it only fueled her to set the stage for the greatest platform there is! The Dollhouse platform! Our name is a powerful brand that will go down as the greatest tag team to ever grace this company! People often mock our love of fashion and barbie this or barbie that, but the fact of the matter is it’s all part of how great we are at accessorizing our careers and providing a clear message of who we are in this business!

That’s a concept that is elusive to knuckle draggers.

To those without even the branding sense to make people know if they’re the Dominion or Mavericks Inc!

That’s why when Kevin Maverick doesn’t have a championship to his name, most of the company forgets he’s still on the roster and he loses all ability to make waves here!

That’s why Jake Keeton is most known for losing to overweight wrestlers and trying to pick up the dregs of society as dates!

️Roxy interrupts holding her stomach and simulating the pose one takes before puking.

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Roxy: Stop, stop, Jake managing to make anyone consider going out with him? Are you trying to make me hurl? He’s one of those pesky raccoons who go through curbside garbage at night!

Jonetta: Now now Roxy, he may be the lowest branch of human scum there is, but he’s still human. He can be called a machine, but just like reindeer, he bleeds when I take aim and pull the trigger. Out there I have my rifle, in the ring, I have my fists and ladders to create all the red-nosed twerps I want!

I grow tired of people not coming to terms with the fact that the entire world is a dollhouse! It’s all dolls here, there are only different kinds. Not everyone can be ivory, or barbie, or baby dolls, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t ragdolls that we can toss around the ring, nor does it mean you wouldn’t make good snow angels that fall from up on ladder high and leave your bodily imprints on the ground! The only dolls worse than ragdolls are the ones that forget that they are dolls, their puppets too stupid to realize they're the only ones around who come with strings attached. They get all tied up in seven years of tag team wrestling, that only amounted up to them being embarrassed by three bombshells that’ll rip their tag team to shreds…for apparent good. Then, on the other hand, you have a team who have allowed themselves to be convinced that they’re capable of hanging with the Dollhouse, when this nameless tag team has been around, and will be around, for less than a cup of coffee, or a sip of tea.

But even both of your tag teams can serve a purpose, whatever they call you two teams. You can join all the other tag teams that the Dollhouse make famous for being the ones that get to be our ride towards being the most iconic team pro wrestling has ever seen!

Diva: Just like when Santa got Ruddy to join all the other reindeer in dragging his sleigh through the sky!

Jonetta: Except, you all won’t have a choice.

️The trio snap their fingers at the camera and make their leave after hair flipping at the world watching.

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BREAK---Hardcore Havoc
Promo Number One

“Tonight, my head is spinning I need something to pick me up I’ve tried but nothing is working I won’t stop I won’t say I’ve had enough Tonight, I start the fire Tonight, I break away. Break away from everybody Break away from everything If you can’t stand the way This place is Take yourself to higher places (ohhh, ohhh) At night I feel like a vampire It’s not right I just can’t give it up I’ll try to get myself higher Let’s go We’re going to light it up Tonight we start the fire Tonight we break away.”

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The scene fades in, showing a short, wooden boardwalk that overlooked a rather small pond.. Trees shade covered it all, making it slightly chilly and leaves were laid about everywhere but...It was a beautiful spot this little park to say the least. And there, at the edge of the boardwalk, stood Tarah Nova. She was leaning on her crossed arms, looking out at the water in front of her. For a moment, it was quiet. Only the wind can be heard, sounding like small ‘shushing’ noises as it passed through the trees above Nova. As the camera zoomed in, The Shockcollar glanced away from the water and up at the camera.

“So many questions...and yet? So little time to answer each and every one of them.” Tarah slowly shakes her head, smiling weakly before turning completely towards the camera. “Thought I do find it funny. It's laughable how you, of all people in this company, believes they know me this well. That I am so fuckin’ easy to read. Layne, let me make one thing clear for you: you do not know me. You know nothing about me nor my intentions for this match besides the Triple Crown label. No, this match against you is much more than that. This match is about doing everything in my power to knock out things I have not been able to do in the thirteen years I have been gracing wrestling rings all over the world. It's about fighting with EVERYTHING I have left in my body and going for---how you say---broke. With Final Destination 2 only months away, I can feel my time is running out. I can feel that with every ticking moment that leaves the day, Lanye. You need to understand that this ‘Dream Match’ has been on my bucket-list for a very long time; along with hopefully getting the chance to hold the Television Championship...but with you holding it still, why not knock out two birds with one stone, right? I mean it's easier and more time saving to do it that way so bless up on that part...but still, the clock is ticking and it's haunting me like some words that you have thrown at me just days ago...” The Leader lets out a small sigh before frowning just a small bit, her eyes darker than normal. “Layne...For so long I have been working my ass off in between so many velvet ropes. I have fought them all: Kings, Queens, Gods and so called Goddesses. I have had so many highs in my career with an equal amount of lows to even it out. I’ve done it all and so much fuckin’ more for everyone. The Fans, the head bosses of companies. I have went from being a total cunt as the head woman on a brand to placing my career on hold to let the younger talents get the limelight. Heel, Face. Good, Evil. Total baddie to super-baby. Whatever you call them, I have done it all for the name of wrestling, the fans...but now...the moment I think about myself and wanting to knock off dream matches, chasing some gold; things I have been wanting for a long long time---is selfish to you? Do you see who you are standing across from? Because from what I am hearing from your mouth, you are simply don’t. And on top of that---you question my love for this sport. For wrestling. The career I have been training for since I was seventeen years old and giving my LIFE to it, as a whole, for twenty years? Thirteen of that being on the road; away from my kids, my husband...I have done so fuckin’ much all in the name of wrestling. I was married to wrestling before I was to Nasir Moore. THIS WAS MY LIFE before him. Our Kids! And for you to just walk on in here and claim to everyone that ‘I didn’t love this sport as much as I claim to’ is just a laugh and a half to me, Layne. I have RISKED it all for this sport. Blood, sweat, tears and so much more has left my body for this sport. Broken bones, tore muscles, concussion after fuckin’ concussion. And after weeks, fuckin’ months even, on the sideline to heal all my wounds; where do I end up again? Back infront of those fans, doing Hardcore Matches; putting my life on the line for them. To let them know that I will do anything for them because I love wrestling. I love being here in front of them. It makes me feel alive. Doing all this insane shit that others, like you, would raise their noses at. I love Hardcore. I am the SHOCKCOLLAR of it, for christ sakes----and you know what, Lanye? At the end of the day, I do not regret it. I do not regret anything that I have done or the words that I have said in front of any crowd that I have stood in front of. I wouldn’t be me if I did. See..I’m not a selfish bastard like you see me as...I’m myself, making sure the fans are one of the main reasons why I fight today. It's been that way for YEARS! And even with my eyes on the The Television Championship, the Label of the first Triple Crown Champion and then finally retiring; They will always come first to me.”

Tarah’s smile returns; grows wider before she continues to speak.

“And that, Layne, is the differences between us. While I fight for other people---you fight for yourself. You fight for other the gold. You speak about how you have failed and how you have been stuck in this never ending circle. Which is true. You have been fighting so hard. You are like a dog chasing its tail, never giving up until you catch it..but the question we all have on our minds is this: ‘When will Layne Kurobane break free from that circle and move up the card?’ Well? You have been given all the tools to break free and yet you chose not to use them. In hindsight, you should have been in the main event of so many shows. You should be standing at the top of an OWA brand by how truly hard you work...but you're not. You're still in the middle of the food chain, trying to reach for the very top. Its painful to watch but hey, what a good show it has been for some of us.” The ShockCollar giggles for a moment. “Anyway, now here you are; getting ready to face off against me..in my favorite match of all time: A Death match and you believe I am your key? That beating me at HARDCORE HAVOC is the way for you to get out of this never ending circle...Maybe. I mean..it could be but the thing is, will it happen? Probably not.” She simply shrugs her shoulders, “Not to be an asshole..or more of one but how you ever been in a Death Match? Have you ever been hit with a barbwired baseball bat or fell into a thing of broken glass? You are a very strong man. You have powered thought a lot to get to the spot you were in and even to the spot you have found yourself in now---but you have never been in something like a Death Match. Not in the way I have been. Leaving a piece of you--mentally and physically there...just like I have...” Tarah goes quiet for a moment, taking a breath before looking back up at the camera. “Layne...You spoke about how you're not the man you were last year...but you aren’t the only one that has changed within this year. Last year at this time, I was locked away by Kenny Drake. I was not myself mentally...emotionally. I was at the bottom of the food chain. Getting dragged around by the wolves like I was a play toy for them....But I fought to get out. I dug my nails into the ground before picked myself back up in order to break free...I took a loss. Hell, I took many losses last year...but at the end of it all, I still came out on top. Tag Team Champion with My best friend: Bull Connors. Facing my beloved Husband and Jacob Senn to become a World Champion. I have made my way to where I belong. Why I always belonged....So maybe falling on your face or taking a bat to the back of the head is the true way of ‘Breaking Free’ for you, Layne. It could be. We can sure test that theory since you have been speaking about statistics all this time. So take a swing. Throw those dice and gamble in this ‘Dream’ match we have been placed into and I’m sure....one way or another, one of us will be getting what we want. Sadly, we'll just have to wait and see who it will be...So till HARDCORE HAVOC, Layne....”

NOVA OUT.

WORDS: 1529 | TAGGED: LAYNE KUROBANE
:copyright: TARAH JAY NOVA

(The camera feed starts up and we see none other than both halves of the Dominion in Devon Slayton and Ethan Stryfe, but also standing with the two men is a familiar face to those fans of Joshi Extreme Takeover as the “Red Queen” herself, Amy Slayton who stands next to her older brother, a dangerous scowl on her face)

Devon:
Ladies and Gentlemen, we are not here to harp on how this match will undo all of the past mistakes that the Dominion has gone through in our past attempts to claim the tag team titles.

Nor are we here to put for excuses or blame as to why we haven’t just simply wiped out the Dollhouse or anything like that.

No.

The Dominion is here to simply stress the fact that at Hardcore Havoc it may be the last ride of the Dominion as a team but you can bet your bottom fucking dollar that we will go out in a fucking blaze of glory!!

*WIN*

*LOSE*

Either way, Ethan and I are going to make damned sure that not one of your fuckers in the back will crack anymore jokes because it would only take a diseased, demented genius to put the two of us in a freaking ladder match and not think that we won’t use that to bring new levels of ultraviolence into this chance to win us the tag team titles!

Now to cover the other teams in this match, let’s go with our favorite pair of plastics in the Dollhouse, namely they’ll be using the duo of Diva and Jonetta in this match.

What’s wrong girls, Roxy can’t handle the fact of facing off against me for a third time so she’s sending Jonetta in to fight in her place instead?

You see if I have learned anything from our past encounters with you three in the Dollhouse is that we always need someone to watch our back and girls, the Dominion thought that we’d...even the odds.

(Devon reaches out with his right hand and places it on Amy’s left shoulder without his attention leaving the camera)

Devon:
Allow me to introduce you to Amy, girls. She’s only going to get involved if Roxy decides to show up and cause trouble for us because for once in the pathetic history that we five share, the two of you are going to be on equal footing with the Dominion.

And please note that I use that term loosely because while I know that Diva lacks the intelligence to properly throw a punch, let alone talk, the Dominion has yet to have the pleasure of facing off against Jonetta in the ring and we are reserving our judgement on her skills till after the pay per view.

But this time, the ending of the match won’t end with the Dollhouse strutting away with the belts and mocking us, no.

This time it’s either going to be us or Maverick and Keaton that’s going to walk away with the championships, but not the two of you.

Ethan:
You see Dollhouse, while we’ve been preparing for this match, we’ve noticed that none of ya’ll have even tried to remotely cut a promo for it. Do the three of you honestly believe that you’re going to walk into Hardcore Havoc as the champions and leave the same way?

I mean damn if that’s not arrogance.

But hey, if you’re going to dream...then why not go big right?

Now we come to Kevin Maverick and Jake Keaton… damn now that’s a two man power trip if I ever saw one and don’t get me wrong because the two of you are very successful in your own rights, but do you have the experience needed to handle the kind of experience that we as the Dominion bring to the ring?

Yes you might have the experience when it comes to being in singles matches but can the two of you look at each other during a match and instantly know what tandem move you’re going to hit next on your opponent or have the two of you figured out how to work as a tandem in the very short amount of time?

I don’t think so.

What I think is that while you might be just lucky enough to tease a win out of the match and come out the champions, how long will it take before the two fo you realize that you want the same exact singles title? How long till Maverick makes that one mistake and takes you out by accident, Keaton, during a tag title defense?

(Ethan indicates himself and Devon)

Ethan:
Not this team, we’ve been doing this long enough that we have got this shit on lockdown despite what everyone else says about us.

Have we had a stop and go time as a team here in the Omega Wrestling Alliance? Yes, we won’t deny that because nothing ever goes as planned and we know that better than anyone because we worked long and hard to get where we are now and we own every success, every loss, every major title defense and every minor title loss.

We have done this as a *TEAM*.

And if at Hardcore Havoc is going to be the final ride of the Dominion, then you can be pretty damn sure that we’re not going down without a fight.

(Devon nods slowly, running a hand over his bald head as he allows himself a slight smile)

Devon:
You see when Ethan and I started this journey as a tag team seven years ago, nobody thought we would last past the first six months because of how radically different we were in personalities and wrestling styles but yet we somehow made it work.

As time went on, we took what was a purely experimental idea for a group and turned it into this thing of ours, much like what the original idea for the Dollhouse must have been before it devolved into Barbie’s worst nightmare and we could’ve gone that way as well but we didn’t because Ethan and I fought tooth and nail to keep it from falling and here we are, seven years and thirteen tag team championships later.

This is the team that nobody believed in THEN and the team that nobody believes in NOW, expect the three people that you see right here and some members of the front office here in the OWA and you be very damn sure that one of two things will happen as we will come out the champions or we will leave a path of broken bodes to say that we were there!

Now yes, I have said recently that after all this is said done that I’m fucking done with the tag team division because I want a shot at the Derelict’s title, but if we win at Havoc, then you can be rest assured that I will not only still go after that title that Derelict disrespects on a minute to minute bases, but I will also hold up the tag team titles to a new standard that hasn’t been seen here in the OWA before.

No more jokes.

No more cryptic talk.

At Hardcore Havoc, it’s just going to be two things;

The Dominion…. And there will be blood.

(The screen fades to black)

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Hardcore Havoc #1

“I didn’t give up after Final Destination, I decided to give up the life of fame to be normal for seven months. Sure I’d meet a fan or two, time to time during my daily errands but for that time period, I was just a typical upper-middle-class woman who was happily married and had a family.”

“Seven months since I lost my championship and during that time away from the ring, only twice have I thought about returning to the ring. I left the place that made me happy but yet I found happiness somewhere else. I found joy in being with my husband and step-daughter over competing in the ring. The selfless Azumi Goto decided to be selfish for once and put herself over the fans she swore to inspire. You can’t blame me for wanting to see how normal life is like, no need to travel constantly or push myself to the brink of pain. I saw this time to relax and recover after eight years of pushing myself no matter what the end result would be. I came back after seeing Odyssey becoming a completely different show than when I left, the person I saw as my successor turned into a monster. My greatest rival wasn’t on my mind when I returned because I beat her at Trifecta in a match she wanted. Yet, people have me listed as the washed-up underdog and maybe somewhere deep inside me, it’s all true but no matter what I still haven’t given up in myself. Final Destination was the greatest night for this brand because Odyssey had a champion that was homegrown right from the first day, Natalie Cage had arrived, I lost but I saw this brand win more than anything. At Final Destination, I believed that the brand didn’t need me anymore. I didn’t need to be here for it to thrive if anything I was brought onto the brand to be that locker room leader when this place needed someone to help the young roster. A locker room filled with young and talented women, all of whom have World Champion caliber potential and I was there to be wise, experienced one. It was fun to pass the knowledge I had. Aria Jaxon gave me a chance to be something that EAW never gave me, she gave me a great opportunity to help mold Odyssey and freely wrestle to the best of my abilities. I was able to wrestle at the top of the card and have matches that will define my career over everything.”

“Wrestling isn’t hard, that’s why people considered me as the best in the world but there are two types of wrestlers in this world. The naturals and the workhorses. Aria and Stephanie fit into the mold of the naturals, the limitless potential to be the best is in their blood. You then have the people who have the heart, desire, and drive to be the best but have to push harder, grow stronger through their sheer willpower because they don’t have a natural talent. I fit into that mold, I might be trained by the greatest female wrestler that Japan has produced but it doesn’t mean that I didn’t work hard to be in this position. There’s a reason why I say that giving up isn’t an option for me because I wouldn’t be able to get back up. I don’t have the limitless ability like some but I had the desire to be the absolute best and I did become the best. Natalie Cage is different because she could be considered someone with so much natural talent but she started from the bottom and worked her way straight to the top in barely a year. Natalie is a brand of talent that might not exist elsewhere and even if she decided to step in the wrong path, one that she will regret when she is more wiser. I can’t deny that she is the best thing going right now, no one person has made such an impact in their debut year.”

“It’s hard to deny things like that but this is as she puts it, the biggest match in women’s wrestling. So things have to go my way during this match, Natalie believes I abandoned the fans? You mean the ones who supported my decision of stepping away, I said this after I lost to you that I needed to time away because I put the Odyssey brand on my back and carried it through its infantile months. At that point, I had been wrestling for eight years and pushing myself twice as hard as anyone in the world to be the best. I chose to put my home promotion, the girls that see me as their mentor figure back home and my family over OWA for seven months, you start to think I abandoned Odyssey and ran away? You are in my spot, Natalie Cage. Be the best wrestler in the world and at the same time, have a million different responsibilities because your home promotion’s co-owner barely does anything for it. Natalie, you’ve grown an ego, Kiddo. You’ve decided to grow into quite a devilish person, and the question now becomes is what is so different from you and your brother. I can’t seem to find anything and maybe the truth is that you were set to become like him regardless.”

“You dare call me a coward?! If anything Natalie Cage, you don’t get to say that about me. I once considered you as the person I want to have to succeed me as the Ace but you wouldn’t be able to handle the pressure, Natalie. An Ace doesn’t rule with an iron fist as you have. I plan on stepping into your match that you’ve created and win the Women’s Championship for a second time because right now, I’m going to bet on myself to win. Wrestling once every two-three weeks and claiming to be the best out there doesn’t mesh well, Natalie Cage. There is a reason why I was allowed to say I was the Ace because I was willing to wrestle against every opponent thrown at me and every Odyssey when I was holding the Ring of Opportunity and the OWA Women’s Championship. Alongside the champion’s triple threat at Trifecta was my match against a certain someone I will talk about later. Trifecta ended with a buzz that Azumi Goto after four months away from wrestling still could go and show why she’s one of the best in the world.”

“But Natalie Cage, feel free to say that I left like a coward. It helps you sleep at night and get over the small idea in your head that you might lose your title at Hardcore Havoc, then I’m happy for you. Maybe if you feel like adding on to that and saying I’m washed up, add that as well. Please feel free to do so because I want to keep running your mouth and motivate me more to simply beat you. No matter how long you reign at the top of the Odyssey mountain, Natalie. No matter how much you think you are the face of this brand, you can’t ever beat I’ve done for this brand. Natalie Cage, you’re barely a child in this industry but you believe that an Ace could ever be washed-up and be a coward. You can’t really ever count an Ace out, not even when she’s supposedly dealing with ring rust. I await to hear your response, Kiddo.”

“Now to the person who I should have respect for but every time, I believe that she is as good as she says she is, she decides to be dumb. Stephanie Matsuda and seem to always end connected to one another, we’ve teamed up for our close friend and my sister-in-law, Haruna Sakazaki’s retirement match. We’ve faced off against one another multiple times in the past and the most recent match, even though I had one, you believe it doesn’t matter. You losing to someone who hadn’t wrestled in four months doesn’t matter, Stephanie? But I guess you are all-knowing right? People like Natalie Cage can go around and say I’m a “coward” for leaving after Final Destination but she did the exact same for her old home promotion and she went lost her belt to someone who was the least deserving wrestler on the planet, at least I lost to someone who at that point worked harder than anyone to be the best. She shows her face at Clash for the first time in nearly a couple months and she is heralded as a hero, a rebel for leaving the big-money contract behind. In the ring, Stephanie tries to be an ‘innovator’ but yet fails to connect with and make her matches feel special. No matter how many times I face Cloud in the ring, it’s a battle of ideologies. She’s the big match player if anything she used to have this obsession over being at the same pace as Aria. If Jaxon is a world champion, she has to keep pace and make sure she isn’t falling behind. If Jaxon is competing with men, Cloud has to do the same. If she’s got her own group of villainous personalities, might as well form Zaibatsu!”

“Stephanie and I are unfortunately going to have careers interconnected for a long time. All because of two things, JET and our mentor Miss Manami. To be honest, Cloud barely counts as a part of JET at this point. I’m the one picking up the slack and doing her work since she’s busy making sure to have the match of the night in whatever small promotion she’s wrestling at. The worst thing about it is I was hesitant at first about having JET under my wing and running the promotion alongside her because I didn’t know the first thing about business, all I knew was how to wrestle. Somehow two years after inheriting the promotion, I’m running both promotion and the dojo while Cloud makes doesn’t show up to even see her own students, the ones she brings into the JET Dojo herself. But in the end, it doesn’t matter because, for the world, Stephanie ‘Cloud’ Matsuda is apparently a wrestling icon."

"I carry that love I have for JET with me everywhere I go. That promotion, the group of talented girls who see me, in the same way, I saw Manami mean the world to me. You could never possibly do that because you don't know the first thing about that place. She once saw you as her prized jewel and hints of jealously grew inside of me but I went on to show the world that the race of who's better between the two of us isn't one-sided like you versus Aria that she is clearly winning. The most recent bout between the two of us, the match you wanted to see happen when you challenged me. You couldn't win, the funny thing is Stephanie. You wanted the match, I was happy and content with wrestling in the undercard, just having fun with a few of my own roster members. Yet you lost. You wrestled Aria to a complete stalemate that lasted an hour or so but couldn't put me away after four months of me being away from the world of professional wrestling. I guess it doesn't matter as you put it. In your eyes, I'm not the Ace of Odyssey but the moment you dare call Natalie the Ace of this brand like you did on the last show is your stupidity reached a new level."

"An Ace doesn't just carry the brand and represent it. The Ace works harder than anyone in the world in the hopes of inspiring and entertaining everyone from the fans and to the locker room in the back. Last time I checked, nobody is motivated, inspired or entertained by Natalie Cage running around as OWA Women’s World Champion.”

“History being made is on the line at Hardcore Havoc, I could have a chance to become the first-ever TWO time OWA Women’s World Champion and the first person in this company to become a two time World Champion period. All of that and so much more is on the line but most importantly, the greatest chance at bringing back Odyssey from the iron grip of Natalie Cage and Viola DeMarco is right now. The chance at redemption, I can put away an old rival and cocky young star that was born out of my inability to beat her seven months ago.”

“You two want to see the old Ace, a fired up and passionate Azumi Goto. Well, I just you two don’t get burned for standing next to me and regret it when I create two different pieces of history!”

"Come here, boy"

"Are you God?"

I AM THAT WHICH I AM

The time...has finally come. Everything has been leading to this. The ups and downs. The triumphs and the heart breaks. The bloody battles. All of it. From when I started wrestling in the wrestling ring my father built for me, to making my professional wrestling debut. From my breakdown to my incarceration. From my return to this very moment. It has all been connected.

I've felt this moment coming since before you were all born. I've heard the songs being sung of this battle on mountains high before the monuments to your deities were built. The moon is setting. The sun is rising. Everything is connecting. I came here to the OWA a discarded piece of garbage. A cracked toy no one wanted to play with anymore. For too long, I masked my insecurities with arrogance. My own hubris would get the better of me week in and week out. It was only when I saw the truth that the genuine Reginald Dampshaw III surfaced. I spent so many years thinking I was above everything when it was all so clear. I AM EVERYTHING. I spent years hearing the insults and criticisms about my wrestling and the questions about my mental health. For so long, I pretended that none of that mattered to me. That I was too good to be affected by any of it, but truthfully, the words felt like sharp wind cutting my face. There were times when I questioned my own abilities and I even questioned my own sanity. It took me a long time, but I had to realize that I was all what they said about me and all what I said as well. That’s the difference between everyone else and I. People try to run away from their flaws and shortcomings and only focus on their positives to try in some feeble way to make themselves seem greater than they are. It’s said that the perfect being has no faults, but truly, there is no such thing as the “perfect being”. There is only one that can rule over the others. I no longer run from my imperfections. Now I am stronger because I can learn from my mistakes.

I feel like I no longer have to deal with everyone saying, “Well, Reginald is good, but he’s not good enough to win this one.” You have no idea the rage I felt whenever I would put my body on the line for these ungrateful, sweaty, moronic fans only for them to then bash me saying I’m not tough enough or not good enough of a wrestler to make it to the top of this company. For the longest time, I hated these imbeciles but now I just feel sad for them. I feel so much deep sympathy for them because it’s obvious to me now that they’re blinded by their own ignorance. They know not what could be in store for them and how much their lives could change for the better if they just opened their minds. If they stopped insulting me and started looking inwards, they would see.

Someone else who needs to look inwards is Jeff X. Hello Jeff. Now, I know you probably think you’ve gotten the momentum swung in your favour after last Kingdom, but you’re wrong. You see, it’s actually quite the opposite. Did you catch me off guard and bloody me? You sure did, but you got my blood on your hands. You may think that’s a victory, but now my blood is inside you. My DNA flows through your veins and ventricles. All of my fear and anxiety is now going to strike your thoughts from now until Hardcore Heaven. You know that I have you trapped inside that ring during our Lumberjack Match. There’s no escape for either of us. And you can try and fool the audience and say that it’s perfect for you and that really I’m trapped in with you because “Reginald’s never beaten me and I’m the best damn Spartan Champion, by gum” while you sit there and drink an extreme amount of beer, but we both know that’s not true. I won the right to choose the stipulation by defeating CM Nas and I wasn’t going to choose one that didn’t benefit me. Because you see, I’m picking the lumberjacks. Of course Demis Polymeros will be there, but everyone else is on a need to know basis, and you do not need to know, Jeff. You can complain all you want about me constantly attacking from behind and say it’s because I couldn’t beat you face to face but we all know the truth. You have been untouchable as Spartan Champion….until I laid my challenge down. Ever since then, I’ve been in your head and it’s been showing. You beat Carlos at Game Over….before I challenged you. You beat Layne and Roni at Civil War….before I challenged you. But since, what have you done? Get busted open by me whenever I see fit is what I recall.

We’re going to have so much fun at Hardcore Heaven, Jeff. Just you and me in that ring, surrounded by others. We’ll feel like gladiators back in Roman times. Can’t you see it? Can you see the lions? Can you hear the cheers? Can you smell the blood? Ahhh…..it’s there. Right there in front of me. I’m standing there above your carcass with the title raised above my head. You see, it is long overdue that OWA has an actual Spartan be their Spartan Champion. It is long overdue that I rid the OWA of a hillbilly, beer swilling slack-jawed yokel of such a prestigious championship. I’ve offered almost all of my opponents the opportunity to join The New Dawn, but Jeff, I offer you nothing of that sort. I offer you nothing anymore other than my promise...no...my guarantee that the next few days will be your last as Spartan Champion. I also guarantee that when they all surround us and there’s nowhere to go, I am going to hurt you so much that no amount of beer or smokes or greasy Southern fried chicken is going to heal you. Not only am I going to take your body, but I’m going to steal your soul along with your championship. Only a little bit longer to wait, Jeff...it’s going to be a dream.

“I usurp the precious stones

I have come to take the throne

I transcend the natural flesh

I will lay your God to rest”

صوص عشوائية

(The video begins with an over dramatic scene of a very concerned Muhammad, the big man walks down the snowy streets, and it doesn’t matter if it’s not snowing anywhere or not in America right now, and he shows great concern as he passes by superstore after superstore, street corner after street corner.)

Muhammad: I’ve really done it this time. Ya li, ya li! I’ve challenged him at the time he is most powerful, so close to his mightiest day on the 25th of this month! They say a holy being is only as powerful as the faith the people have in him!

(Muhammad digs down deep and gains courage through the power of Allah.)

Muhammad: But that is why I come with the sword, that is why I am the warrior prophet Muhammad! I face my foes at their strongest! Come forth, my greatest competition! Forget Hardcore Havoc, let’s finish this today, let us have our 600 pound contest!

(The skies shake and the entire view goes white with snow as Muhammad is almost blown away. As the snow settles like dust settling, the foe appears.)

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(It’s Santa!)

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: HO HO HO HO! Why have you called for me, great prophet?

?: Play not the fool. You know our battle is soon upon us, I see that you have made the people of this land send their prayers and tributes to you in preparation for the context. You truly took the idea of belief powering us holy men quite far to have all these people have your face everywhere!

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: My friend you have it wrong, it’s always like this for my holiday.

?: Oh I see, that does make. I guess I got over excited about when Nico Borg was thinking I could be defeated in my Three Stages of Heaven contest!

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: You? The warrior prophet, defeated? OH HO HO HO HO HO

?: Hey! I heard that "oh" at the start, this isn't that type of promo, don't go into business for yourself!

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: My mistake. HO HO HO!

?: Better.

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: But my friend of the sand, as sure I rule the snow I am sure that your contest is actually with Jesus Christ!

?: Jesus? I thought I already beat him.

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: HO HO HO! You know Jesus, always trying to come back to life, second coming and all that.

?: Of course! Silly me! I forgot about that silly habit of his, but hey, at this time of year, everyone forgets him for you! You cannot blame me!

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: HO HO HO! I am more popular than Jesus, it is said that over 90 percent of America celebrate my holiday, only around 60-70% are still Christian in America!

?: I’m not sure I want to be in the same ring as him, he once stayed in a cave for over 2000 years as a prank upon the mortals, do you know how bad someone smells when they don’t take a shower for that many years? He has no hygiene.

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: Now Muhammad, only a naughty boy would try to back out of a match because his foe likes to be a hermit and stay in his cave for a few years like an internet incel in his room! If all those women can go to comic book conventions, you can wrestle Jesus! Else you get non part of cookies and milk I gather from all those houses this year.

?: Fine, I will crush him. Even though my people don’t really care for your holiday…

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: It is always good to respect other people’s customs and be inclusive. Unlike Jesus’ naughty companion, who doesn’t refer to people as they identify as. IT’S 2019, CALL PEOPLE BY WHAT THEY ASK, IT’S NOT THAT HARD!

?: Peace be upon you, do not worry, their day will come. But I imagine I won’t be saying much to the people between Hardcore Havoc and the new year, so I will say it to them now.

(Muhammad looks to the camera and smiles.)

OWA, HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND MERRY XMAS!

(Damn right he said it, Xmas. Camera goes black.)

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Tarah, can I ask you something?

Believe me, there’s nothing I’d love more than to do the same old bullshit that I’ve always been about since I first came to this company, and I’m sure you’d prefer to do the same. The same old bullshit is what we’re both here for, right? I’m defending my Championship yet again and you’ve got your Death Match to prove you still got it. We’re supposed to play our greatest hits and send everyone home happy. But there’s some stuff that just keeps nagging me, and I just can’t seem to make it go away no matter how much I look at this Television Championship. Tarah, what do you want? I mean, like, what do you REALLY want? The “Dream Match”? Is that it? That’s what everyone’s labeled this as, right? Is your goal here to just compete and put on a match worthy of that moniker? Is what you want to beat someone who’s considered one of the best that you’ve never encountered before? Or is all you’re here for what you first told me? Are you here just to take this Championship from me so that you can retire at Final Destination 2 knowing that you successfully became a Triple Crown Champion? Perhaps that’s all there is to it. Maybe it’s just on the surface of it all that you can look at this match between the two of us and think about how cool it is to see two of the best in OWA finally compete against one another. You can label it and make it special. You can make it a Death Match while you’re at it. You can hype it up on every show and emphasize just how crucial it all is to not only this company, but to this industry. But underneath all of that, it’s just about me being the middleman to a statistic for you. And at first when I thought about that being the case, I felt sorry for you. I felt legitimately bad for you to be someone who’s attained so much success in her career throughout the years, only for your final run to focus on statistics and accolades. I thought that maybe you don’t love all of this that much. Maybe wrestling was just a means to an end for you when it all comes down to it. I thought about all of that.

But I’ve accepted it.

Go ahead and assure me that it’s not that shallow. Tell me about how you deeply care for wrestling and what this match truly means to you. It really won’t change my feelings about all of this, because whether it’s about statistics for you or not, I’ve accepted it. Hell, I’ve embraced it. If that’s the truth to it all, Tarah, then perhaps you should too. There’s no shame in being truthful to yourself; to see who you really are when the clock is ticking down on your career. It doesn’t make you any cheaper for it. You think anyone tuning in will give a damn what your motives are? The fact is that we’ve both been around long enough to know that there’s matches where it truly IS about a “dream”, but most of the time, it’s bullshit so that people will buy into it and some will tune in to watch while others purchase tickets to see it live. Everyone wants to believe in a “dream match”, but maybe now isn’t the time for dreams. Maybe now it’s time for reality. The reality that it doesn’t have to always be about two people putting on some epic match to please the masses or please themselves. That you CAN be selfish. You can still be true to who you are and who you’ve always been while stepping inside the ring for a selfish reason, and I hope you know that as well as I do. Because I don’t want either of us hindered when the bell rings.

But rest assured, you’re not the only selfish one here, Tarah.

For well over a year, I have fully one-hundred percent believed that every single time I stepped inside the ring to compete, it was to simply compete with the best competition OWA has and prove that I’m the best. I’ve lived by that and I’ve died by that, and not once have I ever had a single Goddamn regret through it all. I’ve competed with every single person who’s crossed my path in some way. I’ve battled the absolute best this company has to offer like Jeff X, Nate Cage, Scott Oasis, and Aria Jaxon. I have done all that I could and more regardless of wins or losses. I’ve done everything for over a year to become a well known name in this company, but you know what? In the end, maybe that’s all I’ve ended up being. Just a name. Just another name. Not THE name. Nobody steps into an OWA ring with me as the first competition on their mind despite my efforts. I’ve lost as many opportunities as I’ve won by this point, and at some point I looked around and realized I wasn’t marching forward into the fray like I once was. I realized it’s a circle I’ve been walking in for who knows how long. I look back from a year ago, and I see no difference. I’m still right here in the same exact spot. I’ve traded Kingdom’s Spartan Championship for Olympus’ Television Championship and I believed that as long as I fought like it’s all that matters, it would get me through. But now? Now I don’t know anymore. I’m not as sure as I was anymore. All that I’ve accomplished has done nothing but brought me back to square one, like I’m climbing a ladder that has no end to it. Maybe you shouldn’t lie to yourself what you’re here for, Tarah, and neither should I. Because ever since I failed to beat Scott Oasis for the OWA Championship, I’ve been trapped in this circle and can’t seem to get out. It’s resonated with me in a way I never thought was possible. I failed to beat Oasis, and I failed to become a World Champion here, but maybe if I can beat a former World Champion, I just might be able to climb up the next rung of that ladder and see for certain if there’s an end to it. That’s what this is about for me, Tarah. Not the Television Championship, not about being the best, and not about beating you. It’s about getting back to where I was and trying again. You’re just as much of a middleman to a statistic of mine when it all comes down to it. But what truly matters at Havoc is who wants to achieve their superficial statistic the most. I may not be the man I was a year ago, but I am more determined than you ever will be regardless of if it’s the right thing or the wrong thing! With this match, I will take a gamble, Tarah! I will gamble and risk who I thought I was on the potential reward of who I could become!

And that… That is the truth.

Go for broke.

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Natalie Cage

Seasons Beatings

In a dingy warehouse, Natalie Cage sits with her thoughts for company. Above her, a collection of weaponry chained to the ceiling. Chairs, kendo sticks, baseball bats, batons, lead pipes, every possible instrument of pain is accounted for, her title is also hanging from the chains. The OWA Women’s World Champion looks a little different in her demeanour and posture. The air of arrogance and cockiness that the champ carries herself with is not evident. Instead, she looks focused and thoughtful. She speaks in a low, deliberate cadence, making every single word count.

Two hundred and thirty-two days. That’s how long I’ve held the OWA Women’s World Championship for. That’s longer than Tyanna Jupiter and Azumi Goto put together. I’ve been champion for longer than forty percent of its holders combined. And I’ve done a lot with that time. I’ve defended against some of the hungriest stars that OWA could offer up. One by one, they stepped up. And one by one…they fell. Persephone Bane? Gone. Diantha Moreau? In the midst of a losing streak not unlike what she had before meeting me. Jessica Rose? Haven’t heard from her in months. I’ve given ample opportunity for the women of this brand to step up and take their shot. You can come at me and say at times I was dishonest. That at times, I went to unnecessary lengths to retain my crown. But there’s no such thing as unnecessary when we’re talking about the top prize. I have done things with the belt that no one else has. I walked into the main event of an OWA pay-per-view with it around my waist. An entire cross-branded event was created so that I could represent Odyssey as its champion. I haven’t been pinned or submitted in eight months.

But a lot’s changed this year. Transformation is the key. I’m not the same woman who won at Clash of the Titans. I’m not the same woman who held the title aloft at Final Destination. I’ve experienced the grass being oh so greener. I’ve seen the money, the fame, the perks. I’m being flown around on in private jets, having first-class hotel suites paid for by the company, I’m living the dream. And the material possessions are great, don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise. Anyone who thinks I’ve sold out or lost sight just don’t know what it’s like to be the boss. They don’t understand the demands of the job. I have to put in twice the work as any other woman on this brand. While they’re licking their wounds from matches and enjoying days off, I’m doing media appearances all day. Radio, TV, podcasts, meet and greets, autograph signings, conventions, mall openings, commercial shoots, you name it, I’m doing it. It comes with the territory, I’m not complaining. I was raised better than to complain about life being good to me. Because it’s true, there are people out there who aren’t as privileged as me. People who didn’t take advantage of the good fortune that was presented to them. Be it calling my shot and winning the Clash or charming the general manager for preferential treatment, I’ve took every inch of ground with my own initiative.

Feel free to bring up the past. Feel free to talk about Boiling Point and how I saved this brand from the embarrassment of Diantha Moreau as its champion. Talk about my relationship with Viola DeMarco and how I can get anything I want. I’m well-aware of it all and any “guilt” I might feel is nullified by the glint of gold that I carry with me. I’m a little over a month away from becoming the longest-reigning champion in OWA history…but there are a few things in my way. First, there’s Aria Jaxon, who technically has a single day over me, same goes for Jeff X. And we can’t forget about the Dollhouse, can we? All of us are walking into Hardcore Havoc and putting our belts on the line, and I fully intend on being the only one to head into 2020 with their reign still intact. And even if the Dollhouse manage to win by some miracle, let’s not forget that I have a guaranteed title shot any time I want with a partner of my choice. Champ champ status is calling…

But I’m getting ahead of myself, because something very exciting is happening at Hardcore Havoc…the biggest match in the history of Odyssey. Hell, one of the biggest in OWA period. Natalie Cage, Stephanie Matsuda and Azumi Goto. On paper, can you think of anything bigger? That could headline any show in the world and pack the venue. That’s a box office giant right there.

At least it was.

Some might say I’ve gone mad with power. Well, beats going mad without power. I asked for the triple threat because AT THE TIME it was the biggest match that I could make. And then little old Azumi Goto had to go and fuck everything up. Her big return, the Ace is back! And she sees herself as worthy of inserting herself into mine and Stephanie’s business. But it’s fine, it’s fine. I sweetened the pot with a triple threat, and we were off to the races. All Azumi had to do was prove to me that the woman I faced at Final Destination was still in there. All she had to do was show me that competitive fire that forced me to wrestle for my life in order to procure the title. And she didn’t do that. No, she has been nothing but a colossal disappointment.

Azumi walked away for seven months. She abandoned her fans. I don’t care about her JET commitments. I really don’t. If you ignore your responsibilities in a promotion that wanted to make you a top star, you’re pathetic. Everyone was backing her. In this business, there are three core audiences that you can please: the fans, your peers, and management. Almost nobody is able to win over all three. Azumi was different. Every fan cheered for her, everyone in the back supported her, and management put her in top spots because they knew she’d deliver the goods every time. That is such a rare feat and Azumi isn’t smart enough to realise how great she had it.

She let her spot as the top dog slip through her fingers. Anyone who accuses me of being complacent is a fool. I’ve done everything Azumi Goto was expected to do as champion. In a time where the would-be franchise player of the brand wilted, I stepped up to the plate. I took on the burden of being the face of this show because no one else had the balls. Azumi Goto’s shame was too much. She ran like a coward. I watched her leave and it was a slap in the face to everything I’d worked for. I spent months, MONTHS telling the world that she was my equal. That she was my greatest rival and how we would redefine this industry. Well…I held up my end of the bargain. While she was off in Japan performing admin duties, I held the fort down over on Odyssey, routinely having the match of the night and packing the houses to keep the lights on. It didn’t matter if they were paying to see me win or lose, we got their money either way.

And now, little Ms. Goto thinks that she can walk back like nothing happened. Like one of the marquee acts who was on the fucking poster of Final Destination didn’t miss the majority of Season Two. At a key time, when the Odyssey brand NEEDED her, she abandoned everyone. I have no idea why people cheer such cowardice. This is a woman who has done nothing but let people down in 2019. But part of me still believed in the Ace. Part of me thought that the warrior who took me to my limit back in the Spring was still in there. That’s why I let her have her rematch. Not because I believe she’s owed it – anyone who takes a seven-month layoff waives any right to an automatic rematch in my eyes – but because deep down inside…I’m still an Azumi Goto fan. Not a supporter, not someone who would cheer her from the stands, but someone who remembers who she was and what she brought to this game. Is that why the people are still behind her? Nostalgia? Delusion? A bit of both?

Whatever the reasoning, I gave Azumi a golden opportunity and then she made me look like a fool. I singlehandedly carry a tag team match against April Song and Roni Ozborn and she gets pinned. Give me one reason why April shouldn’t be in this match instead of her. You can’t, because she’s more of a number one contender than Goto is. It makes me sick to say that, but when someone’s in line for a title shot and they get pinned, then surely the person who pinned them takes that spot? Azumi’s lucky the ink on the contract had dried before that tag match, otherwise I would have had her out the door faster than she left Odyssey.

There’s a third piece to this puzzle as well, someone who I have a lot more respect for in this game, even if she’s only in this match so I can prove a point.

For the first time, Natalie looks into the camera and addresses her opponent directly.

Hi Stephanie, or Cloud, or whatever name you’re running with these days. Nice of you to come on over to my neck of the woods after all this time. What, were you so inept over on Kingdom that you figured another brand might be the answer? Your lack of self-awareness is impressive. I know people give me shit for the opportunities that I get, but you’re on another level. There are people on Kingdom who have been slaving away since the early days for a title shot and are yet to receive it. Jeff X, Dampshaw, even my psychotic brother has contributed more to this company than you. But I get it, you have all this clout to throw around. You’ve got the benefit of having built a rep in other places. Well good for you, honey, how’s that gone for you? Because I distinctly remember your big debut being ruined by, oh who was it? Oh yeah…me.

You came out in the Clash and everyone lost their fucking minds. It was like Beyoncé had entered the room. And then, a woman with four months as a pro under her belt throws you out of there en route to winning the whole thing. What a pity. What then? Did you come back with a vengeance and take OWA by storm? Nope, you did nothing until the Summer where you got a world title shot against Aria Jaxon because…umm…yeah, I’m still not entirely clear on that. It can’t be because you’re the best because you and Aria beat the piss out of each other for what felt like forever and then the match just sort of, ended. Yup, that’s the big main event, everybody. A fucking stalemate. All this hype, all this chitter chatter around Stephanie Matsuda and how great she is and her biggest accomplishment here is a draw to send the fans home with no closure. And how could I forget Trifecta? The event where you lost to the other woman in this match, who we can both agree doesn’t belong here. You have no accolades, no records, no positive contributions to speak of in OWA and you believe that you’re ready for what I have to offer?

Let me clue you in on why Odyssey’s gonna be your final resting place: because you’ve walked into Natalie Cage’s era. I haven’t held onto my belt for eight months to lose to a part-timing, has been, wannabe Foxy Brown. Not now. Losing to you would undo everything I’ve put together. It’d make my journey pointless. To see this title in the hands of someone who did nothing to earn it would be the end of this brand as far as I’m concerned. But it’s not happening, not now, not ever. Because at Hardcore Havoc, the world isn’t seeing the franchise player. I’m not going out there and putting on a show. I’m not there to make money or brag about the gate. Hardcore Havoc is where I’m letting out a different animal. Not Natalie Cage the champion and not Natalie Cage the defiant rebel.

There’s a side to me that sends a chill down the spine of everyone in the locker room. The Natalie Cage who was recruited to Wolvesden. The Natalie Cage who craves violence, malice and punishment. The woman who killed in the Royal Navy and took a knife straight through the palm of her hand. This is the monster that I let sleep inside me, because I know that one day, I may very well need it. I can’t think of a better occasion than the most violent time of the year. In a match of my own design, with weapons dangling from chains across the ring and nowhere to run like the two of you did on the last Odyssey. I’m not here for a technical masterpiece. I’m not here to outwrestle either of you. This show and this match were built for someone like me. Someone whose body has been through more in one night than most do in a lifetime. I am the poster girl of violence and don’t you ever forget it.

Hardcore Havoc is where I stake my claim. It’s where I achieve that vaunted four-defence record and officially cement my spot as the most prolific women’s champion this company has ever had. In order to do that, I must inflict an ungodly level of pain onto two women who simply aren’t ready for what lies in store. You’re both tough and you’re both resilient. But are you monsters? Is there a side to you that occasionally gives you nightmares? Is there anything you can offer me that will turn the tide of this war? Because I have every intention of putting my body through absolute hell if it means walking into the New Year as champion. I will do anything, ANYTHING to keep my crown. And then? It’s onto Clash, the event where it all started for me. I’ll face Dulce Torres for the third time and put on yet another classic while you two are left begging for the scraps. This is my design, and this is my promise. You want a glimpse into my mind? Into what horrors I’m capable of bringing down on my enemies? This match is my present to you two. You get to witness, first-hand, the monster of Natalie Cage. Very few have been afforded that chance and lived to tell the tale. Mark my words: at Hardcore Havoc, I will leave you both in a heap of blood, piss, shit and vomit that will make you reconsider your life choices. I’m bad for your health, ladies, you’ve been warned.

Natalie reaches up and grabs her title, pulling it down and slinging it over her shoulder.

Good luck.

Hardcore Havoc Promo 1: Mari Lwyd

(The camera opens on Derelict walking down a snowy city street wrapped in a blanket he clearly found in a dumpster. He averts his gaze from every glowing store window decorated for the holiday season like a vampire avoiding sunlight. As HD screens, Christmas tree lights, and loud flashy toys reflect off of his sullen face, he walks on with his head forward and his gaze downward and lets the crowded sidewalk of shoppers part in front of him.)

"I hate this time of year. I doubt that comes as a surprise to anyone, seeing as how it embodies everything I loathe and detest about society. Men, women, and children crowd my sidewalks with their loud stomping, clomping, obnoxious feet as they cherry pick while window shopping for the things that they think they deserve for being good. Meanwhile they refuse to look men like me in the eye, or throw them a dime, or invite them over for Christmas dinner. I personally don't care about their hypocrisy. If I wanted a warm home for an evening I'd cash in one of those OWA checks and put myself up in a hotel for the night, but I wont pat myself on the back for it by buying a brand new car or purchasing an 18 inch screen television when I full well know that there are others like me that will be found perfectly preserved...frozen...dead, when the first light of spring hits the piles of snow that plows haplessly throw to the side of the road with disregard to whom might be sleeping in any particular ditch that might be entombed by their carelessness. I've heard crime scene coroners coldly refer to them as 'bum-sicles' on more than one occasion."

(Derelict turns into a nearby alleyway. He wipes his feet on the side of a brick building and knocks the snow off of his boots before stepping into the alley's darkness. He tosses the sheet aside, throwing it toward the wall in a morbid parody of someone tossing their coat at the rack upon entering their house. He surveys the confines of the empty alley until laying eyes on a nearby dumpster.)

"Now you might be asking yourself, 'Derelict, you've got money. Why live like this? Why not help the ones in need around you? Aren't you just as much a hypocrite for not buying out a hotel and letting these poor souls sleep in?'. To that I say what's one night? what's one life? it's just another mouth trying to take food from my own. I'm not a hypocrite because I'm not putting up the guise of being some deserving angel who earned night time visits from a saint with presents. I don't believe I deserve anything, except for what I take from others because I'm bigger, stronger, and meaner than they are. I've never sat up at night wasting milk and cookies on my parents in hopes that something will be handed to me. No, I take my druthers when I see the opportunity to do so. The men and women that surround me in the gutter of life either do the same or beg for someone to do for them. Now the ones who take wouldn't accept an offer from me to begin with because they'd expect it was some kind of ploy to make them vulnerable to me, and they'd most likely be right. The ones who beg would ask for more, and more, and more, until their bellies protruded and their welcome was worn. Needless to say, I don't deal with beggars, and other doers don't deal with me. That brings me to Gareth Cason. Gareth isn't a beggar. Gareth is a doer, and up until recently he hasn't wanted anything from me. He's had his own little pile of shiny trinkets to keep him content with staying out of my business. He's been dominant, counting his losses on one hand, while having to take off one shoe to count his victories thus far. He's won gold, he's won sponsors, and he's won a reputation as being one of the most dangerous men in OWA. Somewhere down the line that stopped being enough, or maybe it was never enough. Maybe that's why he felt like he needed to win a guaranteed shot at any belt he thought would suit his gallery of gold. After all, why have one belt when you could have two?"

(Derelict throws open the dumpster lid and effortlessly lifts his leg and steps inside. After a moment of rooting and kneading the garbage with his feet, he settles back into the pile like it's a nice warm bath after a long hard day.)

"See, this is where you became a beggar. You wanted me, or more specifically the toy around my waist, but we're a package deal that just happens to be out of your hefty price range. The OWA Openweight Championship allows me freedoms that I desire as a fighter. I could give a crap about the physical championship belt...wherever the hell it might be...but what it represents embodies my entire being as an agent of chaos in this company. Unlike you, wins and losses don't matter to me. I could lose the belt and just go about doing my business as usual and get disqualified. The only problem with that is that after awhile it's deemed malicious and I start to get fined for it. Now I've got money that I wont touch because I'm not a needy, greedy, bitch like you who depends on the luxuries of life to cure my boo-boos after a fight. It'll take care of the first few hits to the wallet, but as I become increasingly more violent and malcontent with the rules, the higher the fines go. Inevitably they'll just get rid of me altogether because, as marketable as human cock fighting is for the higher ups, there's a diminishing return that they have to answer for if a guy like me is going out of his way to put people on the shelf in unsanctioned ways. That Openweight Championship is my ticket to ride. It keeps athletic commissions off of OWA's back, and it keeps OWA out of my pockets. So you see how it's detrimental that I keep this title, because keeping it means keeping my job longer. Despite viewing the cash as garnish, I love what I do here in OWA. I get to live out violent fantasies on pampered MMA playboys like you that would get me arrested elsewhere."

(Derelict slowly sits up stiffly. His bones creak as he pulls his body positions itself upright in Derelict's makeshift trash bed, bath, and beyond. He cracks his knuckles and then his neck as he stares coldly into the camera.)

"You might think that I've gift wrapped you a victory by making this a submission match. After all, you're a big bad grapple boy aren't'cha? but this is where you've looked the gift horse in the mouth. Now let's make no bones about it; I'm not some submission specialist. Outside of palming skulls like basketballs, hooking cheekd like I'm reeling in the catch of the day, and biting whatever limb or appendage I can manage to sink my teeth into, or just straight up choking someone, I don't have much in the way of a submission game. On the flip side of that coin, I have tree trunk legs that I can barely bend myself and arms that are probably thicker than any limb on your body. You might hold submission victories in the double digits professionally, but I'd have to line up the soup kitchen barefoot to count the number of men I've beaten and broken into begging for more than just respite from some paltry joint manipulation. I've made men like you beg for their careers, their lives, and the safety of their families after realizing that they weren't going to get away from my torment as anything less than broken. You think you're some rebel capable of taking on the world because you beat up a few hungry folk who were more afraid of my wrath than a beating from you?"

(Derelict stares silently into the camera, as if expecting it to answer back. After a long pause, he starts to shift around in the trash in discomfort. Without breaking gaze with the camera, he reaches underneath himself and yanks the OWA Openweight Championship out from the trash beneath his body. Thoughtlessly he flings it at the ledge of the dumpster, where it hangs momentarily, until the weight of the belt pulls it clanking downward onto the alleyway floor. Still gazing into the camera, unflinching, Derelict starts to rise to his feet.)

"I am not your Pere Noel. I am not handing you a stipulation that I don't think I could handily beat you at. My title? It's not some Christmas Eve present that you get to open early, and if you expect anything more than your mortal coil being unwrapped in our match, then you've got quite the rude awakening coming to you on Christmas morning. It doesn't matter how talented you are, what holds you know, how much you want it, or if you've been a good little boy. In the end I'm bigger than you, tougher than you, hungrier than you, and meaner than you, and that's all that matters."

(Derelict bends down over the dumpster's edge and picks up the discarded OWA Openweight Championship. He spits on it's greasy and grime coated face plate and shines a singular spot amidst the muck with his wrist.)

"If I'm handing you a present, it's the gift that you wont care how I treat your gold after I win it. You'll be too busy wondering if you'll have a career after your sight comes back and the bones mend to worry about what mud I plan on dragging that Heavyweight Championship through. Rest assured in your hospital bed that I will be treating your baby with the same care and attention that's given to my Openweight championship. Maybe I'll even favor it a bit more when it comes to our games of hide and go neglect. After all, it's only worth is within the eye of it's holder and I much prefer my championship's perks to yours. Maybe I'll combine them to cut down on the bindle load, or use them as makeshift suspenders; You know, use them for something practical for a change. I can tell you one thing, as a singular belt this Openweight Championship does a shitty job of holding up a pair of pants. Who the hell am I kidding? I'll most likely pawn it for booze, or just throw it into oncoming traffic to get it off of my hands. Of course, then I'd have to pay a deposit fee every damn time they remade the thing, but it'd still be cheaper than living without this Openweight title. Plus, there's the job security of being Omega Heavyweight Champion. I'd be practically bullet proof with it, even more so than I already am with my Openweight title. Could you imagine an OWA where I've got carte blanche to run roughshod over this place? Maybe then I'd be generous with my hobo brethren. Instead of filling stadiums with fans, I'd just comp everything and fill the stands with derelicts like myself. I doubt they'd give a shit about wrestling, but at least they'd have a warm place to sleep and shit with built in concessions."

(Derelict stares toward the opening of the alleyway where families and strangers rush by, packed together in herds, as they chitter chatter about what they want from Santa.)

"Maybe I've been looking at this Heavyweight Champion thing all wrong. I could purge OWA of it's entitled fans with the power that title wields, especially alongside my other leather studded ticket of diplomatic immunity. I could reshape the entire infrastructure of this business, rock the capitalists in the front office to their core, maybe even deconstruct the entire foundation from the ground up and rebuild it in my image. Coast to coast, televisions would tune in every single week and see the real world, the one that I want them to see. I'd force America to look poverty in the eye and see the resentment in the eyes of the gnarling and snarling masses staring back at them. We'd strip the ring ropes and sell the copper wire. We'd steal the ring jack and use it to rip tires off of cars in the surrounding area. We'd go town to town, tearing down venues and stealing what we could carry, all while the insufferable capitalist pigs at home watch on in horror. And they would. They'd tune in every single week to see if anyone stopped us. They'd watch on in horror as we hauled out CEO after CEO in back and forced them to face us. the faceless dregs of society, in that ring. We'd scrap the belts, the ring bell, the turnbuckle posts, anything that isn't nailed down, until all that's left is a few loose wooden planks with a bloody canvas stretched across them."

(Derelict's dreamy gaze narrows into smiling eyes as he chuckles at his own delusions.)

"Is that what the gold does to you, Gareth? does it drive you mad with false visions of grandeur? or make you believe you have a hand in changing things? Yeah...yeah I could see why you'd want more of it. I bet that addiction's harder to kick than opioids. It's fun to dream that power could lead to good deeds instead of corruption, or pretend that it exists at all within this false pecking order we measure in titles, but all we're really doing is staring into that horse's mouth and expecting something more to fall out than some gold and leather. This Openweight title holds the true power, and I think you know that. The Catch-22 though is that whoever holds it holds the power, and if they hold the power, there's no way you'll be powerful enough to get it away from them. I might be delusional, self-important, or downright egomaniacal, but I'm not crazy. You shouldn't think that. The label 'crazy' dismisses a person, makes you believe they're fragile or not in control of their own faculties. I am. and I picked this stipulation for a reason: to embarrass you. My eyes are wide open, and unlike yours they'll stay that way after Decempber 15th. Unlike yours, on December 16th they'll open up to see two worthless hunks of tin glinting back at them as they jut out from the trash they're nestled in."

(Derelict hops out of the dumpster and grabs his Openweight Championship. He slings it over his shoulder and heads back out into the Christmas sidewalk traffic.)

THE NEWEST TESTAMENT
BOOK ONE /// SERMON TWO: THE CONSEQUENCES OF BLASPHEMY

*The scene opens up to the ruins of the Great Mosque of al-Nuri in Mosul. Two women in hijabs are playing soft music on the harp. Christ sits on his Golden Throne in the far corner of the room while Nico Borg stands next to Thomas Minns in front of the camera.*

NICO: Behold! The Son of God! His messenger! And his first disciple! Thomas Minns. A decrepit man. A formerly evil soul. He was the worst of the worst, a man with no convictions, no morality. He was banished from our circles, he was put down and had his reputation destroyed. When he was given a chance, it was only to be one of OWA’s enhancement talents! But what I am here to show you is, through Christ, through the one and only God, there is redemption! There is hope! Anyone, even the worst, can find solidarity and change their lives through the power of Jesus Christ himself. Amen!

*Nico Borg stops talking and sighs, then looks down, walking over to where Christ is.*

NICO: Unfortunately, we are not here to celebrate the miracles of Christ. We are not here to celebrate what He has done for Thomas Minns, nor for myself. We are not here on a joyous occasion. We are being challenged. Our cause is being challenged. Our entire faith, our power, our influence - is being challenged! By a false prophet! One who is not only an offense to Christ, an offense to God, he is an offense to all of yours intelligence! For any man with a functioning brain can tell that the only true Son of God is the man who sits before me, Jesus Christ himself, Amen! Magall! I will not call you Muhammad! You are not on equal footing with Christ! You do not deserve the same platform! You had your chance Magall, to choose the right path, to follow Christ as His third disciple, a high number indeed, worthy of high praise, because believe it or not Magall, we do understand your power, and we do respect it. But your power is not absolute! Only Christ’s power is absolute!

*Nico pauses again as Christ descends down the stairs.*

NICO: Yes, you may be able to compete with Him on a physical level… right now. There is something I should have explained. The Son of God draws his power from the faith of his followers. The more disciples, the more believers, the stronger he is. He drew from your power Magall, as he draws from the rest of us. But your disruptions, your crusade against Christ and His true religion… it has weakened Him! It has! There is no shame in admitting him! The Son of God is simply but a lamb for the people, he relies on their power, so adulterers like you are our greatest enemy! Challenging His claim has made people lose their faith! But that is no cause to worry! We will continue this war for as long as we need to, because as the Will of God intends, Christ shall be victorious every time, Amen!

*Christ walks over to one of the ladies playing the harp, grabs her head, and crushes it with one hand.*

NICO: Look at what you have driven Him to do Magall! You will pay, that is without question. Three Stages of Heaven is the perfect environment to do it, because even if you do manage to win one battle, there is no doubt that Christ shall win the war! We will accomplish our goals! We will defeat you and prove you as a fraud! We will reclaim you as a disciple of Christ! And we will not only gain back the faith of those whose minds you have corrupted, we will turn even more people towards our cause, towards the one true shining light of Christ himself! Magall! Your defeat is inevitable! And it will be at the charitable hands of Jesus Christ himself! Amen!

*The scene fades to the back as Christ walks back and sits down on his throne.*

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) December 4th 2019, 2:33 pm by Guest

Crash and Burn

Ultimate X...is it? That is the match type in which I will defend my belt against April, and finally, break the tie that is between us. Not only will this prove who is better between April and me, but it will show I am willing to take any risk there is to defend this belt at any cost. The fact this match is taking place in the air should have me worried because let it not be forgotten the last time I went to the air...I crashed and burned and it cost me big time as Dulce was able to capitalize on it and retain her belt. I have changed since then, well, in fact, I have changed a lot since then, but I am not going to let that get to me for I do...I know I will lose and as you said April, I have everything to lose in this match. It seems as though like now the tables have turned against me in a strange twist of fate. When I faced Dulce, I said that she had everything to lose, and I everything to gain, but look at me now...I have everything to lose and you, April, have everything to gain. Hell, it is a bit funny the more I think about it. I am thought of as the underdog in this match, and yet I am the one who has everything to lose, which is the opposite of what an underdog is. I guess you could even say me having the Goddesses Championship is a bit of an oxymoron. Another thing that is a bit funny if you think about it. Dulce and I had two matches...She won the first and then I won the second. You and I have had two matches...the first one ended in a tie and the second was a tag victory if you count it as I do. So this will be a turning point for one of us.

You are correct in another thing as well April, my heart is my ultimate X-Factor in this match and truth be told in all of my matches because any match I am in that either pushes me to my limit or my opponent gets to me. My heart begins to scream at me! Its loud roar tells me to keep fighting! It tells me to never give up! It reminds me of my love for this sport! It reminds me of all the anger that I have dealt with to become who I am! It reminds me of all of my sorrow and pain that I have suffered to get to this point! It reminds me why I must give my all in my matches! My heart is the reason why I have begun to be taken as seriously as I have! You said you like to push, or elevate, champions and I admire that because...goddamn it, April I want you to give me everything you got and then some! I want you to push me to the absolute limit...I want it to when we are done, this is a spoiler, and I retain my belt and my arm is raised the fans are fucking shock at what they just witnessed! I want it to were they, the fans, could hear both our spirits calling out to each other and demanding us to keep fighting and climb across those ropes and grab the OWA Goddesses Championship!

You know what the most impressive thing would be about this match though April. The clash of two different styles of thinking and wrestling. You are easily one of the best technically sound wrestlers in LAW, OWA, and other places you have been to or are currently in. I have watched your matches and you know how to work a hold to point where I was sure you would dislocate someone’s shoulder out of the socket. As well, your hybrid style of mixing Shoot Style, Strong Style, Submission, a dash of Aerial, and hint of Brawler is very interesting and enticing. The fact you can combine so many into one is really impressive for someone like myself and I am sure your fans enjoy it as well. As far as thinking in a match goes...it should be obvious. You are very methodical in the way you approach a match almost like a lion stalking its prey you could say. Myself, well I like to think of my style as parallel to the music I enjoy in that it is fast-paced, chaotic, brutal or you could say hardcore, and at times has no real rhythm to it and is just pure Anarchy. As far as my match thinking ability goes, well I like to think on feet and sure it has cost me and isn’t exactly the ideal way of thinking, but it also gave me this belt as well so it can’t be all that bad. Though the more and more I think about our April, I honestly can’t help to get a feeling of deja vu like I have done this all before and I already know the outcome...of course, I already spoiled it so...I digress.

As you said April, these weeks will be basically a back and forth between you and I almost like a debate of the sort you can really say. Either way though I am excited about this match because while my other matches have ended in either a loss or a win the fact you and I are tied really bugs me, not really in a bad way, but there was no straight winner bugs me more than anything because it shows me that I haven’t improved enough. As I said this match means a lot to me because this time I do have everything to lose and absolutely nothing to gain, it is a clashing of two polar sides of thinking and wrestling, and more importantly this will be my moment where I finally show that Roni the Underdog is no more and the era of Roni the Champion is now established. So April, when it comes to our match at Hardcore Havoc...I hope one of our spoilers come true and if so...I’ll thank you for the match as I retain my belt.

Saturday, November 30, 2019
5:05 A.M. CST
St. Louis, Missouri, U.S.

We find ourselves outside... somewhere in St. Louis, the setting for tonight's edition of Kingdom. A piercing chill can be felt as the sun isn't even on the verge of rising. Every few seconds a car zooms by, their headlights nearly blinding the cameraman. Footsteps can be heard in the not too far distance, the sound of crunching leaves breaks the ominous silence. A hooded silhouette can be made out walking closer and closer into the scene. A man, with his hands in his coat pocket, keeps a normal stride. Suddenly, a tone can be heard coming from his pocket. The figure stops momentarily, to pull his phone out of his pocket. The light from the screen lights up his face as the camera zooms in to get a good look at him. A slight grin creeps across the face of the man who has finally returned to not only the world of professional wrestling, but the OWA. J.D. Damon replies to the text message rather quickly and shoves his phone back into his pocket. It doesn't even seem like five seconds goes by as the tone on his phone goes off again; obviously a text message being sent back to him. He goes to pull his phone back out, but thinks to himself, "I'll deal with it later." Damon makes quicky eye contact with the camera as he continues his morning walk.

Damn, how long has it been? A year? A little over a year? I don't anymore, I have taken one too many chairshots to the head to remember. Two weeks ago the news broke all over the internet. Wrestling journalists and fans alike ate up the huge news that I was finally making my inevitible return to Omega Wrestling. A company that I never truly gave a fair chance. I came in, aligned myself with my brother Kenny Omega and... that snake Nate Cage, and then just like a whsiper in the wind I was gone. I had to leave for my own sanity. I had to go away for a while and come back on my own terms. Prior to my hiatus, I had given my everything for 14 years to this industry. I mean, sure, I took a month or two or three off because of injuries, but other than I did what I did night after night. But like I was saying, the internet ate up the news that I was making my return. A return that people were hoping and praying for. Hundreds of message in my social media inboxes every single day begging and pleading for me to come back. But let me get this out there once and for all; I did not come back for YOU. I didn't come back for the fans. I came back for one person and one person only... me. I obviously have some unfinished business to take care of. I know, I know, very cliche of me to say, but it's the truth. And to be completely honest, I was sick and tired of sitting at home watching this industry go in the trash can because of the has-beens that are currently inhabitating the OWA roster. Has-beens like Arata Asakura.

I know what you're all thinking. 'Oh my God! Did he just call Arata a has-been. Boy, does he have some nerve.' Let's be completely honest right now, the man walks around carrying championship belts from some made-up storybook wrestling promotion that he concocted in his mind. Newsflash, bud, those belts or whatever don't mean jackshit to this company and especially to me. I heard you talk about me, you talked about my past accomplishments and how I used to rub shoulders with some of the industry's most elite performers to ever lace up a pair of boots, but what have you ever done? Tell me the truth. Besides championship belts that you carry around that you purchased off from eBay, what are some of the REAL things you have done for this industry? Besides your lucky win two weeks ago with winning the Keys to the Kingdom. Bro, you must be absolutely elated to have won that, eh? An actual accomplishment?! Your parents must be real proud, Arata. They must have sent you texts congratulating you on your "huge" win over Hayden Cross. Arata, give yourself a pat on the back on your first victory in your first official match with OWA. But while you're boosting your own bullshit confidence, do me a huge favor. Think back to two weeks ago. Think back to when you had your hand raised in victory after defeating Hayden Cross. Do you remember? Do you remember that feeling that you had? The adrenaline that was running through your veins? That warm feeling that you had sweep over you when you heard your name announced over the arena's speakers and the official handed you those keys? It felt good, didn't it? It made you feel like a child again, waking up on Christmas morning; running towards all of the presents around the Christmas tree. Damn man, I hope you hold those memories close. I hope you cherish those memories because after tomorrow tonight that's exactly what it will be... a MEMORY. Plain and fuckin' simple. Listen to me and listen to me good, I'm not a man that just talks trash about my unworthy opponents just to hear myself talk. I talk trash because, unlike the majority of the "boys in the locker room", I can back up every single word that comes out of my mouth. And you? All of those words that you were spewing out of your suck hole means absolutely jack shit, pal. Much like those bullshit titles that you bought last year when Toys R Us was going out of business.

I'm going to beat you, Arata. I am going to humble you in front of a sold out crowd at the Enterprise Center in a little over twenty-four hours. I am going to crush your dreams, your soul and your face. You have something that I want, Arata. You currently hold in your possession something that I want; the Keys of the Kingdom. A ring of keys that are symbolic to climbing that metaphorical ladder of success. Do I need the Keys to the Kingdom to achieve greatness in this company? Nah, not necessarily, but it helps. But you know something, Arata? The outcome of our little encounter tomorrow night is going to be better and sweeter than winning any championship belt in any wrestling company; me standing over your limp body as I raise that ring of keys high in the air and spit on your lifeless carcass. You don't believe that's what is going to happen, Arata? Try me.

Damon winks into the camera as he pulls his phone back out from his coat pocket and gets to replying to the text from earlier. The glow from the phone's screen lights up his face as he continues to walk away from the camera until he merges with the darkness.

The Man in the Farm Part II

All is still. All is still. All is still.

No, no it isn’t. The city boy, the man who was too big for his britches. He’s struggling, struggling to breathe? To talk? It’s hard to tell. There’s nothing but dark. Shed a light on him. Show us what’s lurking in the…oh God. Oh God. There he is, covered in his own blood. Has he been crying? His eyes are red. He surely has been crying. What even is this room? Looks like an abattoir. A lot of animals have been slaughtered in here, yes, that’s what happened. Look at the white tiles on the floor and walls. The blood stains that no cleaning product could remove.

But the city boy…man is he in rough shape. What is he…tied to a chair? Christ, what has he done to you? What the fuck has the Devil been dealing out this time? I don’t think he can hear me. No…no, he’s just…sitting there. Defeated. I mean, two weeks with Nate Cage would do that to a man. Ever since the last battle with Kenny Drake, he’s been a fucking vessel of horrors. I don’t even know if he knows what he believes anymore. His words are more enigmatic than ever. What’s written down, anyway. Not much of a talker these days. Ironic, really. It took him finally shutting the fuck up to get his head screwed on straight.

Oh yeah, he’s been set free now, so he says. Nate Cage, the Devil himself. Who does he think he is? Calling himself that? Intimidation tactics or does he genuinely believe these claims? I’m sure we’ll eventually find out, he always makes sure that the world gets to see him. Nate Cage always has to get his way. Selfish, pitiful, horrible man. Wait…there are keys rattling, he’s…oh fuck he’s here? Now? He’s not supposed to…

“Please…please just let me go. I…I can’t breathe down here! I won’t tell nobody about this place! No one has to know, okay! I didn’t mean to intrude on…wha- what’s this? The fuck is written on…you…you want me to read this? If…if I read this…I can go…right?”

This poor bastard’s got no fucking idea what’s waiting for him. Sure kid, read whatever Nate’s written down on that paper, see where it gets you. You’re not gonna last much longer after that. Look at him, wearing that mask, not feeling shit anymore. What kind of Devil hides like that? He’s a coward, a fucking coward. Don’t read it, kid, don’t give in. You’re the kind of mind he likes to manipulate.

“L-look into that camera? Sure…I’ll do whatever you want, just as long as I can go afterwards…deal?”

You never make a deal with the Devil. Well, he’s reading it. Alright kid, compose yourself, don’t wilt, don’t show any weakness. Just read the lines, nice and clear, and maybe this psycho will let you go. I mean, he won’t, but it’s nice to dream.

“Moongoose McQueen, where to begin with you? As you can see, I too have ventured into strapping a young man into a chair, though it isn’t for a low budget re-enactment of Flatliners. I’ve seen what you have to say about me and sir…I am hugely let down. I’ve been led to believe that you are to be feared. I had my doubts, but you are a god…so I’m told. I must say, Mr. McQueen, what you’ve shown me is impressive. You are certainly a gentleman of great theatricality, something I know the Nate Cage of times gone by would appreciate.”

Shit, this kid’s actually doing pretty well.

“You’re a producer of spectacle, a vain man who creates. An artiste. For that, I can respect the craftsmanship, the raw, brutal truth. For you’re a man of capable wit and brevity. You can stare certain damnation in the face and smile, because that’s your way of defending yourself. Truth be told, I cannot recall ever saying anything about you. Maybe my memories are faltering or maybe you’re just not worth remembering. I will remember today though, because today was when I saw everything that you have for me. You’re more than capable of creating a tableau in which all of your friends can play a part. This is an area in which I have some familiarity, as I’m sure you’re aware. There was once a time when that was all me and Kenny Drake did. We would gather the masses and create movies, I would tell myself. We were maverick directors who were trying to tell a story that had never been told before. How foolish I was to not realise that every story’s already been written…including ours.”

Fuck, did this kid do community theatre? He’s really good.

“Our stories should have stayed on separate paths. I have no reason to fear what you can do and no reason to bring harm upon your person. If only things could have stayed that way. Unfortunately, we must come to blows and I’m afraid you’re not going to enjoy what awaits. Because you see, the Devil is not a piece of theatre. He is not a gag that you can make in a dramatization. He is an infernal beast who wants nothing other than sin. Sin, vice, struggle, pain. It’s all the same thing. You, Mr. McQueen, you’re running away from the consequences of that sin. You’re living in your own constructed reality, where everything is fine because you’re surrounded by people who are willing to lay down their lives for you. The thing is, I already have laid down my life. I know what it feels like to cross on over and I didn’t meet the Devil. Do you want to know why? Because I am he. Because all the tales we were told as children were nothing more than speculation from mothers and fathers who didn’t have a clue what they were talking about. The Devil resides in every one of us, I’m the only one who knew how to let him out. And for your transgressions, Mr. McQueen, a sacrifice must be made. I do not want Consuelo. I do not want Bane. I want the God of War in all of his glory to fall to his knees and feel true suffering. Feel the weight of his sin crush his soul so I can extract his very essence. I’m coming to collect what you have, and you will not be the same. Not now. Not ever.”

Holy shit, the kid nailed it. A perfect line reading.

“C-can I go now?”

Let him go, man. Just let him go. Guy did what you want, he read out your little monologue because you’re too afraid to talk anymore. Just let him…no, for the love of…PUT THE SAW DOWN!

Journal Entry #002: They Never Listen

The boy did a commendable job. That’s why I cut him loose. Hearing him talk reminded me of the old days, back before talking became unnecessary. Why talk, talk, talk when someone else will always try and do it for you? Moongoose McQueen deemed that necessary. I sent him my journal excerpt and his response was to produce a little play. It was quaint. But what did he actually say? Nothing, absolutely nothing. All I heard was the same old Moongoose, making a joke out of a very dire situation that he finds himself in. He seems to have forgotten that he actually has to fight me come Sunday. There will be no war of wits. No great battle of spectacle. I will drag him into deep waters and refuse to let him come up for air, because that’s what I have to do. Finnegan Wakefield will watch and he best not involve himself, because it doesn’t concern him. We have our own business to attend to when the time is right.

No, this is all about McQueen, and he’s losing sight of what matters. He isn’t fighting a Gypsy who is more concerned about keeping his caravan than fighting. He isn’t leading Scott Oasis on a scavenger hunt because he knows that he’s hopelessly outmatched. He’s being the clown, the jester. The role that he has had for so long and will continue to have. Some things are wasted on people. He has a world championship opportunity and he is using it to rest his drink. I hope Kenny does beat Aria at Hardcore Havoc, because then McQueen would have to deal with an opponent who could actually send him to the other side. I’d do it myself but truth be told, I don’t need to do that to keep him down. McQueen is a man of many talents, a strong will is not one of them. But no matter, it’s his will that can bend and it’s his will that can break. He’s always going to masquerade with his friends and that’s alright, the world needs laughter…not that I can remember what it’s like to laugh.

I can understand his viewpoint, I suppose. I’ve done plenty of wrong in my life. I’ve beaten those I loved, I’ve hit many people in sensitive areas, including Nobi, yeah…those were some good times. I was a ruffian, a scallywag. It almost puts a smile on my face. Maybe I should be thanking Moongoose McQueen for bringing up those fond memories. It’s a shame that nothing he can say can make me conjure up the memory of talking about him. I suppose he doesn’t quite stick in one’s mind as he likes to think. Though I will keep what he produced for me in mind for the time being, because it makes me feel quite special. Anyone who’s willing to go to such lengths to talk ill of another man is clearly invested in garnering a response. I just don’t think he’s going to enjoy the nature of my response. My response will be swift, simple and plain. Hurt Moongoose McQueen. Hurt him really, really bad.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) November 29th 2019, 10:48 pm by Guest

Running with the Devil

(Moongoose in a velvet suit is sitting at an office behind a desk. He takes a glass of scotch and drinks before placing it on top of a coaster (The God of War Medallion). He places his foot on the table and leans backwards and starts talking to the camera)

Well, well, well. El Diablo. Nathanial Cage. At last, we meet. It's been a while since you had the audacity to trash talk and defile my name last season, and honestly, I haven't let that go. Honestly, I can't remember exactly why you felt so compelled to talk about me, but it doesn't change the fact that you opened your mouth,... said what you said... and haven't taken back a single thing you said. Thinking that maybe I wouldn't notice, after all, I said it myself, “the antics of Wolvesdens and Ground Zero were of no concern to me, “as long as you don't cross me.”” And truthfully, I haven't followed too much of what you have done since, but when I heard that Nate Cage died, I won't lie. I couldn't help but let off a smile on my face, because it did feel like the world is a much better place for that brief couple of minutes. The sun shined brighter, the air felt cleaner, even the champagne tasted sweeter.

Now ironically, after a close encounter with death, one tends to develop an appreciation for life. One tends to see the errors of their ways and regret the sins they have committed. And Nate Cage, you are guilty and ridden of it. Yet, somehow, your near-death experience didn't spark redemption. Instead, it has made you more of an asshole. Like if being an asshole was a superpower, you'd be unstoppable. Kidnapping, wife beating, sister beating, you know crimes like this are the ones even prisoners look down upon. Yet it seems like that doesn't bother you. In fact, nothing seems to bother you. Mentally, physically. If I am understanding this correctly, Nate Cage... Did you sell your soul while you were gone? To the devil, in particular? And more importantly, was it worth it?

And you know what? You've peaked my interest. After all, any mention of torturing Finnegan Wakefield is a plus in my book, and I want to know. I want to understand. I want to feel what is it like to experience death first-hand. No, more accurately to put it, I want to meet the devil. How am I gonna do that? Well....

(Moongoose leads the camera point to the side as we see Consuelo strapped to a chair hooked to an electric generator. Cameron and Revy are by his side trying to talk him down, assuring him they have this under control.)

Consuelo: Guys, I don't know about this. Can you guys just throw me out a window or something?

(Moongoose walks up to him, and places his hands on top of his shoulder, looks him in the eye.)

Moongoose: Relax, Revy has CPR training from the military, Bane is a certified doctor. I wouldn't put you in such a dangerous situation if I wasn't confident that you'd be ok at the end of it all. Besides, look at Nate Cage. He has super powers now. Don't you want that, Buddy?

Consuelo: Moongoose, I trust you and all, but there surely has to be another way. Like, being impervious to pain and all that sounds cool, but if you ask me, that boy is angry he has lost all feeling that he has to live No Nut November for the rest of his life, and I'd liked to be able to keep that sensation.

Moongoose: Ok, ok, look. This is simple. We are gonna stop your heart for like … 30 seconds tops, then all you gotta do is go to hell, talk to the devil. Ask him about Nate Cage and report back when we bring you back. Easy peasy.

Cameron: Don't be a bitch, Consuelo.

Revy: Yeah, Consuelo, don't be a bitch.

Consuelo: I'm not being a bitch! It's just, I'd feel better if there was a medical team here, and honestly, a lot of science can explain Nate Cage. Nerve Damage, Daddy Issues, small peen syndrome hurting his confidence so he hurts others to compensate. We really don't need to do all this.

Moongoose: Don't be silly, Consuelo. Medical doctors won't allow this to happen because of how “inhumane” it is.

Consuelo: Ok, how about this, how bout this? By doing this, this “inhumane act” we would be no better than Nate Cage, and we don't want to resort to that, right? RIGHT?!!

Moongoose: Eh, don't worry about that. We'll never be worse than him. He kidsnaps children and screwed Nobi over... TWICE... we'll never be that bad.

Consuelo: ….Damn, you got me there.

(Bane walks with a mask and all while wearing a doctor's coat. He brings in a piece of rubber and begins to pry open Consuelo's mouth and gestures him to bite down. Cameron and Revy take a few steps back and puts on sunglasses and pulls up a bag of popcorn.)

Revy: Good luck, Consuelo! Tell Brody I appreciate her!

Moongoose: No, no, that's not gonna work. She's in Heaven, we are sending Consuelo to hell.

Revy: oh, damn, that's true.

(Consuelo starts screaming and it's muttered by the rubber piece)

Moongoose: Don't be silly, Consuelo, I've seen your browser history. You're going to hell. That's why Cameron isn't in that chair. Cameron is a fuckin' saint! … tsk.. Downloading an illegal copy of Frozen 2.

(Consuelo, while dejected, agrees.)

Moongoose: Alright, time to commence with operation “speak with the devil.” Revy, flip that switch.

(Revy is about to flip the switch, before Bane grabs her shoulder and stops her. Bane stares at her blankly as Revy is trying to make out what he is trying to say.)

Revy: Wait, THERE IS ANOTHER WAY?! Much safer and reliable and wouldn't need to sacrifice anyone to pull off?

(Consuelo can be heard muffling “I WAS A SACRIFICE?!!”)

Moongoose: I see, so instead of killing Consuelo and replicating Nate's experience with death, we can simply perform a ritual to summon the devil. … Ok, lets do that instead.

(Consuelo let's out a sigh of relief. Cameron and Revy move in to get him out before Revy drops the control panel and Cameron steps on it by accident.)

Moongoose: Uh-oh

(One Min Later, Consuelo sits up from the floors surrounded by Revy and his brother.)

Cameron: Well? What did you see?

Revy: Did you see the Devil?

Consuelo: I saw …. the future. Like, My eyes flashed before my very eyes and then beyond that. You were there, and you were there, but different. And CASPIAN was there, but as like a dog. And Diantha was there.... and you know what else?..... The OWA Challenge Cup.... It...never..

Moongoose: Ok, quiet over there. Welcome back, we got a deadline to meet.

(Moongoose is now tied to a chair in the middle of set up where a pentagram is drawn as well as candles)

Moongoose: Bane? We ready? Good... Revy, you got the fiddle in case we have to beat him in a fiddle contest.

Revy: Roger that.

Cameron: You can play the fiddle?

Revy: I use to play the drums. Pretty much the same thing.

Moongoose: Alright, so according to Bane, once we finish this ritual, I will be possessed by said “devil” and we are just gonna have a talk, ask a few questions, see what is this deal with Nate Cage, that's it. Cool. Ok. Go ahead, Bane.

(Bane opens up an evil text and begins to go through the pages. He takes a knife, runs a slit on the finger of Moongoose who doesn't flinch. He drips the blood into a bowl and takes the bowl and draws a symbols on the ground. Banes rises to his feet as the other members of Shin-SEKAI looks in awe. Bane raises his hands into the air, and begins to chant)

Bane: Mot Thgin Doog! ….. Mot Thgin Doog!.... Mot Thgin Doog! …. Mot Thgin Doog!!!

(Suddenly, the a sudden surge of wind blows through the room and the candle flames go out and the light flickers. Moongoose's head slinks down when the room is suddenly silent... the lights return to normal and the candles re-ignites..... Moongoose's head rises up, pupils whited out!)

Devil: Who dare summons me?!!

Revy: Alright Luci, Here is the deal. We want information, and we want it now! And if we need to have a fiddle contest and win it out of you. I'm ready.

(Revy grabs the fiddle and holds it over her shoulder and gets ready to beat Moongoose with it)

Devil: That will not be necessary. Just ask.

Revy: Oh... ok, that was easy. So what's the deal with you and Nate Cage?

Devil:... who?

Revy: What? We don't have OWA Network in hell? Man, this company.... Anyway, about a month ago. Kenny Drake..

Devil: Kenny!! Love that guy. Go on.

Revy: Anyway, Kenny killed this guy for a few minutes, and apparently, he like.... came back to life, suffered some nerve damage that makes him impervious to pain, and then he like, wears this tacky mask. But like, he's going through this whole hot topic phase where he's just like “Devil this... and Devil that!” Nate Cage. …. sigh, the bastard that betrayed Kenny Drake.

Devil: Oh, that guy. Fuck Nate Cage.

Revy: Wait, so you're saying...?

Devil: I don't deal with that guy. You saw what he did to Nobi. I don't deal with that. Like, I might be the devil and all, but nobody does that to Nobi.. You know?

Revy: Yeah... I hear ya.. So he's just.....

Devil: An asshole. Like such an asshole, even I didn't want him in hell.

Revy: Oh, that's kind of disappointing. I mean, we went through all this trouble, and Jeff could had just told us that.

(Room goes silent)

Devil: …. And?

Revy: And... what?

Devil: Anything else?

Revy: No, that's it. You can go now.

Devil: You know who I am, right? I'm the personification of evil! The antithesis of Truth. The Dragon... The lord of the underworld!

Revy: I've … skimmed through the bible. I know.

Devil: You summoned me just to talk about Nate Cage?! What a waste of my time?!!

Revy: Speaking of time, we kind of have a deadline going on, so if you can like... get out of his body, go back to hell, and just move on.. that 'd be great.

Devil: Fuck no! I'm getting my times worth here! I will continue to possess this fine specimen! With this body, I'll cause havoc and even be the one, personally to deal with that poser, Nate Cage! How dare that man use my name like that. You can use Jesus, you can use Muhammed, but nobody makes a fool out of The Devil!

Revy: So you do get the OWA Network in hell?!!

Devil: YES, AND FUCK WHO EVER WAS TOO PUSSY TO DO JESUS AND MUHAMMED! Wait.. what is going on?! NO!!

(The Body starts to convulse, head rapidly shaking)

Devil: Foolish man, I am the devil. What makes you think you can take control and re-possess your body?

Moongoose: Fuck you, Satan. I worked too damn hard for you to take my spot!

Devil: That is the price you pay for dealing with the devil.

Moongoose: Revy, play the fiddle!

Devil: Wait.. wha.

(Revy grabs the fiddle and starts to beat Moongoose with it, the Devil squeals as Revy is ruthless with it, until it breaks into two. The Devil rips off the ropes and rises up to his feet, causing the lights in the room to flicker.)

Devil: ENOUGH!! Accept it. Your brother is gone. There is only the devil here now.... WAHAHAHAHAHA... wait... what is this? This can't be! There are... multiple personalities of him in here. Wait... wait.. wait.. don't!

(The body is tossed across the room and pinned against the wall. The body slinks down as the Devil falls to his knees.)

Devil: What is this?!

The Goose: THE GOOSE IS LOOOSE!!

(The Body is lifted up into the air and dropped back down. The Body leaps back up and drops an elbow on the floor, the members of Shin-SEKAI are just watching from the side, almost as if unphased by the situation.)

Devil: How is this possible?!

Party Peacock Moongoose: What do we have here, boys?! Is this .. thing, spoiling the party? Well, we can't have that. I say we make him one of the... boys.

Devil: Wait. No.. No! ARGH!!

(The body starts to contort as if it's being held in a submission hold. He screams in anguish and looks like he is about to tap... but can't seem to do it.)

Devil: I want to give up, but I can't, what is this?!!

Tanahashi Moongoose: Nah-uh. I can't tap out. Doing so will ruin the image of the hair.

Devil: Who are you?!

Godfather Moongoose: The man that is gonna kill Nate Cage.

Devil: That's it. I'm done. I'M DONE! You just made the list! Right there with Nate Cage! I'm out of here!

(The body goes limp as Moongoose is now just lying on the floor. Members of Shin-SEKAI runs in to check on him, and Moongoose sits up.)

Moongoose: Well, that was pointless. Nate Cage isn't special at all. The guy just has nerve damage and is an absolute prick about it. I'm honestly disappointed.

Revy: Um, is he really gone?

Moongoose: Yeah, it's a good thing I didn't have to jump out the window.

Cameron: What were you doing to it... inside your head?

Moongoose smiles: Don't worry about it. Well, I guess that's just it. Nate Cage simply just isn't much. While I hate the guy, and I do intend to eventually end him permanently as I've assured Kenny Drake and the OWA Universe. This “Nate Cage/ Finnegan Wakefield” scenario, can benefit me. After all, “he” is a threat to me what what we have to accomplish. After all, the enemy of my enemy is but a useful tool. Let them take each other out, and then sweep up the rest. That is the best strategy going forward. So while I will face Nate Cage this week, a “wrestling match” won't suffice. I demand a bigger stage. And while I'm sure these two will face, win or lose, I'm certain he won't be able to do enough to finish the job. So if I were him, I'd watch this match carefully. Take notes, because while he's trying to figure out how to deal with this man, I'll prove I'm better than him by figuring it out first. You're welcome, by the way. If people think this week is “Nate Cage vs Moongoose McQueen,”.... nah. This is a continuation of something much bigger!

(Moongoose smiles and the screen goes black)

Character Development Piece
The Fallen Road (Part 3)

Date: 23/2/2019
Location: Munich, Germany
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Finally.

Finally.

Finally.

This is the only word that's fitting to express my emotions. My relief at being able to FINALLY (there's that word again) commence this honeymoon with Bianca.

To have time just to ourselves; relax. Escape from the stress that had been mounting around us. To 'take a breather' so to speak. Something that we have desperately needed since we tied the knot in December.

Yes, the reason for the *delay* is somewhat our own faults - our commitment and passion to make the school and Adams Enterprises thrive as well as our own personal interests have meant we've enabled stress to consume us, but that's irrelevant now.

This is not the time for us to worry.

To stress.

It's the time to finally let everything settle in. To realise that we FINALLY (and yes, this is a key theme of this little blog posting/whatever you wish to call it) have the peace. The ecstasy that we have craved.

That's not to say there ISN'T an aspect of the business to this, however.

There is.

It's merely not the PRIMARY reason we are here. Well, if we're being 100% technical, it's not even 'business' in the standard sense.

Rather, it's a more personal reason for me. A more family-oriented reason that led me to gravitate towards this city.

This country.

If it were up to Bianca, our honeymoon would be taking place in France and Italy - yet she knows how much this means to me. How making this journey is another passage of clarity.

A means, for me to FINALLY receive some sense of clarity.

Some sense of closure regarding my family.

(Sighing, I look at a picture of me and my father, taken back when I was about 5 years old.

It's one of the few reminders I have left of him. Placing my hand atop the glass, I try to reflect upon that day.

Attempt to at least find some sort of recollection to light its spark within me. Because deep down, I truly do miss him; regret not being able to know him better.

To be able to have those traditional bonds that fathers and sons have.

Or at least, the bonds that have been culturally defined within us.)

I never truly got to know my father. I never truly got to spend time; bond with him and have those father/son moments that you see families have. That has been embedded into our cultural doctrines. Our moral and familial fabric, so to speak.

We as a society. As people are told. Have it consistently hammered home that the father is one of the most important people in your life. That a father's influence is one of the greatest gifts a person can receive. Yet that isn't *always* the case.

As I said back in my initial blog, life isn't a fairytale. Life isn't something you can script out and have fall EXACTLY according to plan.

One of those things that didn't go to plan, was meeting my father's side of the family.

By that, I mean that I have NEVER done so. Whether it be due to circumstance or not knowing where to look - the paths between me and my family have never truly crossed. Aside from knowing that we exist.

"It's one of my deepest regrets."

(Stating this to Bianca as we lay atop a double bed within the confines of a modernised yet classical themed apartment, it is something that has lingered within me. Just settled deep within the regions of my mind - waiting for the moment to be right. Waiting for everything to fall into place.)

Bianca: I know babe. I know how important this is to you. How much it has meant to FINALLY invoke the confidence to take this plunge. To actually follow through and make the desire into reality.

(I nod, as I feel a small knot beginning to manifest itself within my stomach. The nerves starting to tingle inside of my mind.

Even at the age of 30.

Even after experiencing more than most people could ever fathom in their lives - this is still wrecking me internally. This has still made me lose sleep.)

Bianca: (whispering) It's for the best. I know deep down, it might be frightening. You might be worried about what they might think, but I'm here.

(I feel a delicate smile cross my face. Bianca ALWAYS knows what to say to put me at ease. To remind me, that this is the correct course.)

"I know."

(That's all I can let out right now. No matter how much I wanted to add a "but" to it. No matter how much I am just screaming 'what if they don't wanna know me?', which is a very real fear.

One that wasn't quite alleviated by them agreeing to come to the apartment tomorrow.

Because that may have merely been to humour me. To cause excitement and delight to run down my body - only for them to shatter it when the time actually rolls around.)

Sometimes, it's what you DON'T say that haunts you the most. That settles; festers within the mind. Waiting to come out. Lurking as it desires the opportune moment to escape from the chasms of my psyche.

Yet It just cannot expel itself. It just cannot allow me to release it - for when I do, it will only cause a radiating sense of despair. Of agony. Of fear that I may have just spoken it into existence.

Yes, some might say that it's all coincidental - Bianca is one of those who subscribe to that train of thought. I don't. I don't believe it can be a coincidence. I don't believe that there isn't a sense of psychological presence. Of bringing about what it is you fear, just by merely speaking it.

I've seen it happen all before. I've walked through the abyss that comes forth when you realise that what had been stated was more than a mere 'worst-case scenario'. Rather, it was a premonition.

A foreshadowing of what was to come.

It's NOT something I wish to experience again. Not when I've been waiting all my life for this moment to occur.

I won't let it be that way.

(End).

My fate lies in my own hands. November 29th 2019, 5:08 pm by **Arata Asakura**

OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) - Page 2 79v3pqs

KINGDOM #2 PART 1: My fate lies in my own hands.

28.11.19 Miami, Florida

*The video takes place at the back of the hotel where Arata always books a room during his stays in Miami. Contrary to the expectations of many people, this is not something very expensive and lavish, but an ordinary modest building, that has always been enough for him. Despite his love for expensive suits, the Japanese remembered where he came from and chose something that was familiar to him rather than glass ceilings and gold ornaments in five star hotels. He partly believed that being in such an environment, he could concentrate his attention on unnecessary things and he didn't have time for such nonsense. Arata had a lot on his mind right now and that was his priority. It was true that he enjoyed his success, but although he would never admit it to others, he sometimes felt the burden of responsibility he was supposed to handle. All this stress caused him to run more and more often into loneliness to put his thoughts in one clear piece.*

*Camera catches a young Japanese man with blond hair and beard, sitting on the stone steps in such a position, that he rests his forearms on his knees. The man is dressed in black jeans with a chain, hoodie from Nike brand and sports shoes of the same color. He has a hood put on his head, from under which strands of hair protrude, and in his right hand he is holding a lit cigarette.*

Two weeks ago, you experienced only the small part of what it means to have Arata Asakura in your company. However, can I say the same about OWA? This place is endowed with such fame and admiration, that I thought that someone who has something valuable here, can be considered as an opponent from a higher level. However, as I can see, I come across the same pattern again, which can be seen everywhere. Again, I see a man whose only value was defined by an object, not himself. By this, of course, I mean Hayden Cross.

*Arata makes a some kind of snort sound and shakes his head with the smile on his face.*

After all that I heard, not only from you, but also from people..after all that, when I got to know that you defended these keys so effectively..I thought you would be a good test to start with, Hayden. I thought you were going to be such a worthy opponent that I will feel a kind of doubt during the fight. Do you know what I felt? Absolutely nothing. Since the bell rang, I had everything perfectly under control until the very end, and even your fits of fury didn't help you to take it away from me. And it will be exactly the same with the 'keys' that now belong to me. I intend to keep control of it from the moment it is just an empty ring, until it is worth enough to give me a world title shot. Maybe you say that I am too confident, because in life you can not be sure of anything, but honestly? Looking at the fact that someone like Hayden Cross was able to almost approach the world championship, makes me think, that for me, it is some fucking formality.

Despite the fact that I know myself to where all of this lead, I still hear one and the same sentence on the back of my head. 'The kid has a path to the world title right in front of him, but on his back is a huge target!' I can say that these words have taken root in me so much that I cannot free myself from them, but instead of fighting with them I began to understand what it really means to me. And you know what? This target that everyone is talking about is already becoming one big hysteria. The truth is that this is not the first time when others want what is mine, so you can say that this initially so-called 'target', has changed into a kind of stigma that I carry on my back. The stigma that doesn't make me look nervously around like a dog, who is afraid that someone will steal his bone, but it makes me wear it with pride as a symbol of my greatness. On the other hand, I also understand why people are notorious for touching this topic over and over again, because it was always clear that being better than most is never easy, but at some point you just get used to it and all this feeling of being chased ceases to cause you fear. And unless someone understands it, it will always be just someone who is close, but not close enough. This is who you are, Hayden. You're just a pathetic imitation of who you really want to be, and your threats in my direction won't change that. Do you think I haven't heard it before? I've dealt with it a million times, but every time these are just meaningless words that mindlessly come out of the mouths of all those who can not cope with the fact that I am just better than them.

*The man puffs on the cigarette, then releases smoke before continuing his speech.*

But everything we do is for some reason and I know what you mean, Hayden. You want your chance for sweet revenge so badly and you desperately think that you will do it through your harsh words. That's why I'll tell you only one thing. Stop wasting time on this wild behavior. If you want to test yourself against me again, just ask, because I never refuse to fight. However, for now, whether you like it or not, you have to stand at the end of the line, because there are others who will try to take this precious keys away from me. And the first of these losers will be returning to familiar territory, J. D. Damon.

That sounds like a nice story, doesn't it? A warrior returning home, facing adversity, to finally leave the battlefield with the prize and blah blah blah. It may sound so cool, but I don't take it. You see, I am not going to make the same mistake as Cross and let my big chance slip through my fingers in favor of someone, who is taking his first steps here. Because the truth is that for Damon these will be the first steps. Maybe this guy was here before, but we all know how this business is changing quickly. It is enough to turn your eyes for a moment in a different direction, and when you look again at a place that would seem to be familiar to you, reality turns out to be brutal. It's like a fucking rat race that you can't stop if you want to still participate in it. And you, Damon? You lost your chance to win it when you left. Now you come back thinking that it will be better, but it won't. Although maybe this time at least you will show that you are a real man and you will not run away like a coward after defeat. I realize that you may not imagine your another debut like that, but I am sorry or not, but these keys are not going to change the hands.

*The Japanese drops a cigarette on the ground and crushes it with his shoe.*

Despite my belief that I can make a good use of these keys, it is not like I disregard you. Oh, no, no, no... I have never had such a habit. You know, even if I have not heard much about you, some friendly voices whispered to me that you have quite an interesting list of achievements. Should I be impressed? Probably yes, but you know what? I also have mine and this shouldn't be a significant determinant, because it has almost the same length but the difference appears when you and I come to the conclusion that I achieved it all in a dozen or so months, and you needed for it few years. And I'm not saying it to downplay you somehow, because there is nothing to be ashamed of, after all many would dream about having at least half of what you have. However, I am saying this to make you understand that you are not some kind of a hot shit. As everyone has noticed, I arouse the biggest interest wherever I go, so know your place, Damon.

I also heard about your time among industry's elite. It was there that you discovered the passion for pure wrestling, and even achieved something. But know what? I don't absolutely give a fuck about it, because this is the past and we live here and now. Have you had a good time before? Great, congratulations, but as I said, everything changes. New faces appear. The level of competition increases, therefore, being lead only by the past, you can not adapt to the future. You can be whoever you want, but even the best make this mistake, Brian Daniels himself made this mistake and that's why standing right in front of you I can call myself a Shogun Champion.

*Arata puts both hands in the pockets of the hoodie and then pulls something out one of them, which turns out to be a key ring. Holding the fragment of the ring, the man moves it a little closer to the camera and looks at it.*

At the moment, it's just a worthless piece of metal, but that's what this whole system is about. It is about to prove that you can do something out of nothing. To prove that you can make the golden ticket out of an ordinary object. Honestly? I starts to like it all more and more, because it only shows how important hard work is. Having a crown is great, but the feeling that you sacrificed your body and soul to get it is even better. Therefore, despite the fact that I dream about the throne, I want to have the awareness that I overcame every obstacle that they threw in my way. I don't care if it's Damon or Cross or whoever else comes to their mind. I want to be the face of the kingdom and thanks to these keys, my fate and future power lie in my own hands. That it is, it all depends on me, not someone else. That's why at the end, I have only one important thing to say and I hope you will remember it. You know, it is true that people think that the one who has the crown rules, but the reality is that, it is the key holder who has access to every part of the kingdom.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) November 29th 2019, 3:42 pm by **Jeff X**

Something To Be Thankful For

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

November 29, 2019

The scene opens up to the inside of the OWT Performance Center in Philadelphia. The place, which would normally be crawling with trainers working with various young recruits and new signees is now been completely deserted as everyone has gone back home to be with their families over this short Thanksgiving break. The lights in the building aren’t even on and it takes the sunlight seeping in through the windows to be able to tell that there’s one man standing alone inside the ring, leaning against the ropes. As the camera moves in closer, we realizes that that man is OWA Spartans Champion Jeff X. He’s dressed in a faded pair of Levi’s jeans and the brand new OmegaWatch Jeff X “Southern Mayhem” t-shirt (brought to you by Novacaine Designs and now available at OWAShop.com). His dog tags swing from the chain around his neck and, as always, his signature camouflage Realtree hat sits comfortably atop his head. In his left hand he holds a half-empty bottle of Wild Turkey 101 Kentucky Bourbon and, in his right, he has a lit cigarette. The Spartans title hangs, draped over the top rope that he leans on. Jeff takes a drag from his smoke while continuing to stare out at the deserted state-of-the-art facility.

“Now is that time of year where people all over the country gather with their family and loved ones and talk about all of the blessings in their lives that they are thankful for. The individuals in our industry our no different. Despite their eccentric personalities and all the stuff that you see on television week in and week out, most of the people in OWA have families and personal lives outside of the ring. Everyone has been enjoying the last few days with the people that they care most about in this world. I’m sure Nasir Moore and Tarah Nova had a beautiful meal with their children. Same for Kenny Drake and Niki Khan. Natalie Cage probably spent the holiday with Viola DeMarco and I’m sure even people like Carlos Rosso, Keelan Callihan, and The Wild Boys all got together to have some weird dysfunctional family meal together. Yes everyone is just like the rest of you...thankful for the time off to be with the ones they love. That is...everyone except for me.”

Jeff pauses to take a swig from the bottle. For a split moment, he grimaces from the harsh taste of the strong liquor but he just chases it with a puff from his cigarette and carries on.

“You see...I am not thankful for this time off. I have no family left at this point in my life and very few people that I would even consider friends. So my time off is spent doing nothing but counting the days until I get to step back in the ring under the bright lights of Kingdom. Because THAT is what I am thankful for. I’m thankful for my job. For the opportunity to get to do what I love each and every day. I’m thankful to be able to hold the OWA Spartans Championship for longer than anyone else in the history of this business. I’m thankful to finally get the chance crack Reginald Dampshaw’s skull in half in just two weeks time at Hardcore Havoc. I’m thankful for the thousands of fans that constantly pack the arena and the millions of people who tune in to watch us compete each and every week. None of this is possible without them and they are the closest thing that I currently have to family. I owe everything to them because there would be no OWA without them. And I am extremely thankful for the job that I have. So you can imagine how thankful I am that there’s only two days left until I can finally get back to doing what I do better than anyone else...win fucking wrestling matches.”

Jeff takes one more hit from his smoke before carelessly dropping it to the mat and crushing it beneath his boot to put it out.

“Of course...it’s not exactly going to be against the opponent I want. No, I’d much rather be stepping into the ring with Dampshaw so I can finally put an end to his cheap sneak attacks and hopeless attempts to get inside my head so that he can pry this championship from my grip. But OWA has felt compelled to make me wait until Hardcore Havoc to do that. I can’t say that I blame them. There are people all over the world that are dying to see me leave that man coughing up his own blood. Might as well capitalize on it and make some money by pushing it to a Pay-Per-View. So instead they book me against Kyle. Fucking Kyle. Right after booking me against the ‘great’ Udy. I guess OWA wants me to be accustomed to facing inferior talent so that it won’t be anything new for me when I do finally get RD3 one on one at Hardcore Havoc.”

Again, Jeff presses the bottle to his lips and turns it up as he takes a long swig from it.

“Don’t get me wrong Kyle. I like you. Truly I do. You’re entertaining. You’re funny. You make us all laugh and smile each time you come across the television screen. You just want to get a little high and have some fun. No shame in that. I can even respect it. But let’s be real for a second here Kyle...you’re not in my league. You’re not even close. You know it. I know it. Karen knows it. Hell, the whole damn world knows it. You’re here to run around and draw ratings for the 24/7 division because God knows the other jackasses chasing that thing around can’t do that. Hell, you probably don’t even realize you have a match against me, do you Kyle? You're probably much more concerned with getting back to Taco Bell since you world likely came crashing to an end yesterday after realizing they weren’t open for Thanksgiving. It must have been rough for you Kyle. Having to forgo your daily Cheesy Gordita Crunch to go sit with Karen’s family while you try and pretend like you weren’t high as fuck the whole time. So I want you to enjoy today Kyle for Taco Bell is open again! Smoke a blunt, head on over there and get you an entire party pack! Who knows? Maybe you’ll even run into Carlos Rosso on your way over there and you can get Karen’s 24/7 Championship back! So ‘Live Mas’ today Kyle! Because on Sunday...the reality that you are indeed a professional wrestler that is contractually obligated to step into the ring with me is going to set in on you. And despite the fact that I may indeed like you Kyle, I’m not going to take it easy on you. You’re nothing more than another obstacle in my way and I am going to hit you directly in the mouth just like I would anybody else. You’re not going to have it the least bit easier than Dampshaw is going to have it at Hardcore Havoc. The only bright side for you, is that you’ll probably have smoked enough weed that you won’t have to feel too much pain. Look at that, there’s something for you to be thankful for I guess.”

Jeff steps through the ropes and sits down on the apron. He sets his bottle down next to him and pulls his pack of Marlboro Reds from his pocket, lighting another one up.

“I’m sure Karen has already realized what’s in store for you. After all, she's always been the brains of that operation...not that that's saying much. She knew that you didn’t have a chance in hell against Finnegan Wakefield and I’m sure she realizes that your odds have not increased in the slightest this week. Luckily, at least you don’t have to worry about losing the 24/7 title for a few reasons. One, she is the one who’s technically champion, not you. Two, I have no interest in it whatsoever because I actually hold a championship that means something. This Spartans title right here makes me the workhorse of this company and I’ve proven that to be true time and time again. And three, you can’t lose the belt...because you dumb fucks LITERALLY already lost it! How do you two idiots just LEAVE your fucking championship at Popeye’s Kyle! I swear every single time I think I’ve seen it all in this business somebody comes along and does some stupid shit like leave their title at some shitty chicken joint for Carlos Rosso to find. Oh well...I guess Carlos finally figured out how to get his hands on a title after all. I mean...he tried to get this one...but like everyone else who’s tried...he failed. Much in the same way Dampshaw will in two weeks time.”

Jeff pauses to take another sip from the Wild Turkey and another drag from his smoke.

“And Dampshaw...because I know you’re watching this right now...I know that you get to decide the stipulation for our match at Hardcore Havoc. And I already know that you’re going to try and give yourself every advantage that you can...but the truth of the matter is...I don’t fucking care. It doesn’t matter in the slightest what stipulation you decide on because I, quite simply, am THAT much fucking better than you. So sit back this week and just watch...watch what happens to Kyle...and know that what I have in store for you in two weeks time is going to be so, so much worse because YOU are going to pick the stipulation Reggie...which means YOU are going to be responsible for how you are defeated by me for yet another time in your miserable waste of a career. Unlike the rest of us...you have absolutely nothing to be thankful for...other than the fact that you get to live peacefully for two more weeks before I finally put you down for good.”

Jeff hops off the apron and looks directly into the camera with a sly smile on his face.

“So with that...Dampshaw...Kyle...cheers boys. Happy Thanksgiving.”

Jeff turns the bottle up again and starts chugging as the scene fades to black.

[Fade to Black]

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) November 28th 2019, 11:58 pm by Rob

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christie 'ciri' sky

'SKY is the limit'

second match promo | 007

versus Dulce Torres to determine no. #1 contender for OWA Women's World Championship

+ christie's voice,
+ voiceover
+ - // scenery

D A Y O F R E C K O N I N G

'tHaT sOundEd a BiT cHildiIsh bUt iFi hAvE to StoOp dOwn yoUr Level iN OrdeR to HavE a ConvO w You i'M WillInG To Do That.'

It must be so sick that you have to follow the style of my promoing so much.

Bitch like? What the fuck are you trying to convince me? That I'm arrogant? Yes I am. Life taught me that. I'm acting like Natalie Cage? Maybe because, as befits a worthy champion, I am not afraid to say anything. That my argument with your duels with Roni goes to the toilet? Maybe because you are so boring that I didn't pay you any special attention, idiot. Seriously i don't give a shit about your past. About your career. So what is your business if Eris did it that way? Tell yourself what you want, Dulce. In general, when I listened to your promo I felt like ... As if I was listening to a boring podcast about how Dulce Torres is angry because someone is just fucking right. Your statement may be long, but what does it bring? I really understand that you want to show the world and the OWA's officials that you can reach the maximum. Congratulations Dulce! Woohoo! Boho. But seriously. You talk about me that I make things up myself. Look, I knew Trifecta's result well. I knew that very well. I was not mental prepared, I have already talked about this 23442 times. I get the feeling you're scared. You are afraid of yourself and of what people gonna say. You marked each of my messages centrally about you just to explain yourself. Dulce.. Only the guilty explain themselves. You entered the ferry section as an artist. You wanted to paint me weak, you wanted to mentally destroy me, and then you wanted to become a champion to defeat Natalie Cage. You won't achieve these two goals. You spent this week talking about how much you care about the Goddesses Championship, and that's it. You've talked so much about getting to my level. Bitch, for me to get down to yours I would have to dig centrally a few meters below you. However, the most amusing to me is that you spend the most time talking about how wrestling has become your life, and let me know how hard you train. Show everyone the videos of your trainings, please! But, oop... OWA didn't give you these hype videos? How bad. But when you see me training, you tell me I have no life. These are all great premises for ideas that you couldn't get full power because you just couldn't say what to say. You are lost. Oh, you had many words to say, but they lacked the direction that I think you wanted to go. It really doesn't make a difference. There will be no doubt that I will successfully go to Clash of The Titans and you will be able to eat your empty words in charge.. So you will continue to be hungry and will continue to think of stupidity. So what I do now at OWA is just the beginning of leaving my footprint in the wrestling industry, and you will end up as a runaway frog driving through the woods. I didn't learn anything other than learning every match I attended, both great victories and exhausting defeats. I won many championships and just now i continue my career. I do what you did not do and what I can do. Dulce does not really realize that I train, study and study everything what I can. But I think Dulce, you think you are the most talented in the world. But there is something that makes you scary. You are a talent without a game plan. You just speak and speak and say that everyone loves the sound of your victories. I can take the risk and I can survive generally unscathed. What I said in the last statement that I will destroy you.. This is not a problem. I'll give you a shovel by myself and you'll dig holes underneath yourself. You spend all your time calling me weak and you barely managed to get out of Civil War alive. But when you spend time reading about the title you want to win, you don't realize that my victories are solid and consistent. You try to go from zero to 100 and only in this week.. And now you have a sharp taste. You're still hungry for a title shot at the OWA Women's World Championship. I can't imagine that that's all what I expected from you. When I found out that I had to start the program with you, I thought... "Wow, it will be something big." And the reality is that you get so boring that my eyelid falls back when i'm answering to your shit. Did you expect ease? Yes or no, you get the same the warmth that I give to everyone else. Every time you try to knock me down with your words, you get an even stronger stab right now. The difference is that your words don't seem to be taken seriously. You spend so much time trying to degenerate your opponents by how much you care about Goddesses, that you miss the opportunity to really get your point. You remind me of those children we all meet in our lives, who are ashamed of their own free will, and then come out swaying at every curse, what they can come up with. These children always think that they are leaving the winners' scenes. But like them, it's a waste to you. Therefore, it should be painfully obvious to you at this point that for everything you did this week, you did not intimidate me. How you can develop the feeling that I would be afraid of anything is part of the fairy tale that you created in your mind.

You are Dulce only a fairy tale writer, and I am the creator of the real history.

I am convinced with every tool of my body that I will beat you, whether it takes 30 seconds, 10 minutes or an hour. All the threats you put up against winning this weekend with me and subordinating her to rule the division are just stupid statements of a little girl who is pumped up because of her biggest opportunity.

'FoR mE SkY is ThE onLY LimIt;

You're right bitch. Miss Sky IS THE ONLY LIMIT FOR YOU. I am your limit. I feel it will end with your bloody and crying tears of sadness. This is one of the greatest moments of your Dulce career. Let me help you. Find a new way maybe to get ANYONE rematch with Roni Ozborn. You literally just repeat the same things over and over again, and the only change you offer is the change in how you convey it.

"I want to prove my worth."

BITCH, HOW GOOD IT IS A BLACK FRIDAY! YOU'RE FUCKING NOT WORTHY ANYTHING!

Read it out loud and understand how pathetic you are. I could raise every former opponent after an former opponent, and what would not change is that they are better than you. I can create everyone better. After my every match, no one is the same, understand it. I feel that you have a problem with yourself. It's self-confidence, Dulce, and then there's the illusion. The difference between us is obvious. You approach the category of delusions and I am sure that I will defeat your illusory ass all over the ring. So when you get out and head for the ring, turn around and look at this ramp. When you hear my song filling the arena and see me leave, you'll know you don't have time. And make sure you listen to the lyrics of this song because they are significant. This place will never be defined by anything you bring to the ring. Maybe you are a nice talent, but you are not the best. You're not even that good. For that matter, there are plenty of great talents and even some good warriors who are right at the top of the summit. What you are is nice, but you still have a long way to go before you prove anything. I want to mention something very painfully obvious that I don't think you thought before you said it. I'm now the hottest rising star in OWA. The point is, I'm not sure you're still ready to remove the teat from between your lips. You're just afraid of offending someone. Is this how OWA Women's World Champion behaves? But just as you hope that it will all fall apart for me, you will soon see that it all happened, but to your disadvantage. This is your world falling into Torres. I have already lost matches, I know how to deal with failure. But you will don't even know how to handle your failure after this week. How the hell can you deal with an oversight when you feel that everything is in my favor? Maybe you shouldn't try to build that belief that you have been so unstoppable in your entire career. Because that's all you ever do. It's part of the trick. The reality is that you are far from ideal and leave our match, feeling very far away from the complete product that you think is your own. You think you are entering a duel with a newbie... And you are actually getting on the train one way and you will not achieve a career like mine, loser.

"I’m Dulce Torres."

And yeah, i am Christie Sky, next OWA Women's World Champion. And? Maybe people don't think I deserve it more than you do. But I think everybody knows that I'll take this opportunity more than you do. How many times do I have to tell you that I don't care who you have fought and who you haven't fought with. I feel like I'm talking to April Song. She exchanged the same way in her videos with how different opponents she was facing. You say I'm typical. And yes, you, Dulce, get the reward for the most ordinary person who makes me cringe. Because, unfortunately, the OWA Women's World Championship won't get you that easily. You still have to get tired. I know that this match is not our last match. But again... You don't have to worry about whether I will fight for the Goddesses Championship again. I have a taste for the OWA Women's World Championship. For the main WOMEN'S CHAMPIONSHIP. Understand? Because I have the impression that I'm talking like a pitcher.

'By defeating you, you will have no other choice, but to see me shine against Natalie Cage.'

Yes, shine in the Sky. Because Natalie would kick your ass so much that you would apologize to me on your knees ah and begged for forgiveness. Dulce, get down to earth. Because after the clash with Cage you will step too long to reality.. My mind is a rifle... My body is a bullet, and you are Dulce my fucking target. A goal that will extend my heritage. Extended by one more win. Will it be with you this weekend or with the current champion.. Because you really do not know who will win that match. That can be Azumi, Stephanie or Natalie. You are Dulce one of the stupidest people I've ever seen in my entire career. And the fact that you are ready... It even motivates me to train as hard as possible at the end of our adventure, because I was already beginning to think that this is a normal UNO game. And on Odyssey, your fight result will be reversed and I will be the next OWA Women's World Champion.

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I have never been in a single fight in my entire life….Pish posh!

What exactly do you think we do here, Ms. Ozborn?

Not to mention I was into Hockey..we took our gloves off all the time.

That isn’t even an insult towards me, it’s an attack upon all the opponents I’ve ever had.

I wonder, do you have the guts to look Nyx, Ground Zero, and La Llorona in their eyes and tell them they didn’t even put up a fight against me? I wouldn’t think so. Especially since you’re the awkward type that probably gets anxious at the very thought of conversing with another human face to face. I ALMOST feel like defending those I have defeated, proclaim that my move is called the Catwalk not the Cakewalk, but I’m a lady who knows that it’s rude to reject due praise!

It is nice to know what the philistines think now and then, I am glad that my attempts to make this all look easy has been successful! I do wonder, will other backwater lowlifes say the same after I beat you too? I’d thank you on this special day, if a night out in the town with my girls in The Dollhouse weren’t all I’m thankful for. I’d thank you, if I wasn’t all too aware that this all stems from the fact that you’re so simple minded that me being blond is all that it takes for you to think I can’t knock your jagged teeth down your throat. Blonds are the ones the envious always stereotype for not having brains, but you really lost all critical thinking and common sense when you saw a bombshell was going to be in the ring with you. Are you even listening to yourself? You’re telling me you can normally be more creative and intelligent when you want to be, but you’ve decided not to for this championship bout? Is that the pride you put in your work as champion? I was expecting so much more from the one who took the belt off Dulce.

It almost makes me ponder, did Dulce take my criticism of her staying in the Goddess division to heart and decided to lose on purpose, so she could move up to the main event?

Unfortunately, I realize that I’m not the one with the champions’ advantage, I’m not at liberty to take you lightly and entertain such thoughts too long. This world is filled with chaos and the nonsensical, it isn’t out of the question that someone line like you could overcome Dulce over all logic that would demand otherwise. Yes, the world is mad. I come from a country with two official languages, you think it’s evil that imperialism erases languages? What exactly is the purpose of the world having multiple languages? The love for multiple languages is just something people do to appear virtuous, perfectly suitable for you, because they’re respecting other people’s customs and being welcome to all, but it wastes time. For every language of a country, the government has to get employees to write things down twice to have both languages, they have to hire translators and multiple people can’t even understand each other! It’s not efficient, it is duplicity of work! Everyone brave enough to say it, would say that the world would be better off if there was one singular language to unify us all! Much like anyone with stones would admit that the only champion that can make the Goddess division look good right now is Jonetta Stone! But unfortunately, the truth is rarely spoken of. Still, while the dream for a universal language is farfetched in any generation in sight, my claiming of the Goddess’ Championship is in arm’s reach.

Society’s problem is you Ms. Ozborn, but I’ve got a message for you and your legion of sick fans. From The Dollhouse and imperialists that keep society alive, a message. From The Dollhouse and the imperialists that control society to those that don’t, you’re outclassed! You may have something against materialism but it’s one of the only things that people in this world have to differentiates the greats from the are nots! You are not someone who represents excellence, you are an are not! Defined not by what you are, but what you aren’t! High fashion brands, beautiful fur, and gold are the material that ought to belong only to the elite! Gutter trash with a Fendi handbag, it’s time you get stripped of what isn’t yours to have, it’s time you look as impoverished as your soul is, it’s time to get that championship confiscated from you!

Just try to put up a fight when you lose it.

Defeat. Oh, how it has been so long since I had to experience your bitter taste….

I’ve been unable to rid myself of….”it” since last Odyssey. The repulsiveness of it. The stomach turning feeling it creates. As a wrestler I should be used to it; you viewers at home probably see your favorites lose their fair share of one on one contests and get right back up. It’s perceived as part of the game, you win some and you lose some. But that’s never been the part of the game I play. My game has held me to a much higher standard. The game I play doesn’t take failure as an option. Where I came up, you didn’t get the job done you don’t eat. Hell, you don’t come home; you don’t even dare show your face. Looking up at the lights...in only my second match in OWA? Es vergonzoso -- disgraceful! The mental image of that moment is in my dreams, it pops up on the tv screen every time I watch a match, it has been on my mind CONSTANTLY. I just know the impression I gave of myself. A woman who pulled off one successful snap? Someone who is second rate? Or maybe they perceive me as another washout from Mexico like that high society sea wench Jonetta had the nerve to categorize me as. Whatever misjudgment they may have made, I do plan on correcting it. I know that I can not undo that past result, but I can make good on the result of my next match. And the match after that. And the match after that. And the match after...you get the point.

But who doesn’t seem to get the point is my opponent in two beautiful nights, Azumi Goto. Azumi and I are interestingly enough in very similar positions. The key word there being “similar”, as in not the same. We are both looking to recover from previous road bumps but with Azumi it goes back much further. Azumi has a history of wasted potential and having the rug pulled out from under her earlier than expected. Case and point, Final Destination. Half a year later and she’s still not the same woman. So paranoid. So insecure. Most importantly much more vulnerable. Through her whole video statement I had sniffed out the victim in her. I know she’s far from ready to make her big comeback story, but she’ll put up a sweet little brave face and try to dream things into reality. She has tricked herself into pegging me as an opportunity to showcase her skills. She’s calling her shot on this being her redemption, the shot in the arm to the critics ready to hang up their “Azumi’s fallen off” headlines! She thinks she’s walking in to an easy come up. Nope. What she’s really walking into is yet another soul crushing reality check. A reminder that she still has a lot to improve on. That she needs to discipline herself once more. She wants to look ahead to Hardcore Havoc, but I’m her more necessary focus. I need this more than her. But the silver lining, even in loss for her, is that this is the match that’s going to be pivotal in her return. Think of it that the one that breaks her down. And leaves her to build herself back up, much like Jonetta did for me.

There’s no denying it. Yes, I’m coming into this match bitter. The taste of that first mainstream defeat will never leave my mouth. That’s a good thing however. That one time is what I need. I can’t ever forget it. It is what will drive me the rest of my life. The humiliation. The disappointment. Those thoughts will continue to keep me on my toes. It’s what will get me the same acclaim, fortune and championships I earned before stepping foot in an OWA ring. Karina-Ann was a lay up, this is me really putting in work and making someone an example. Every girl in the roster can pull out their laptops, pull out their journals and take notes: I might not be a name most know amongst the bright lights, but once you see me come out from the shadows...

You won't be able to let go of the name….La Llorona.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) November 28th 2019, 6:09 pm by Guest

Society

Oh, Jonetta you make me laugh. Honestly, really you do because everything you said is quite hilarious and honestly I got a really good laugh out of it. You pretty much-saying war was a good thing is downright fucking stupid and probably the dumbest thing I have ever fucking heard with my own ears. War is fucking awful and pointless as it almost always starts of something fucking stupid. The fact you couldn’t name drop Marylin Manson was also a bit hilarious as well and his beautiful people were about how ugly people truly and about how to survive in a Capitalistic Society, the society we live in. You are proud to be the embodiment of Imperialism? God, that got a good laugh out of me. You are saying you are proud to be the political ideology of using military force or other needs to take over or even highly influence a country...I knew I really hated you for a reason. The fact you are proud of that is just fucking beyond me as look at what Imperialism has done throughout history from the Roman Empire to British Imperialism that conquered half of the world. Wait, even if you did think about it then you would probably enjoy that fact and think it was the greatest thing to ever fucking happen...just ignore all the evil that it did such getting rid of local customs, languages, human trafficking, and so forth. Fucking pathetic.

Wow, you told an ugly joke...what a classic joke to tell or even to say. Please, give me something new as I have heard that shit so many fucking times in my life that is played out...well hell it was played out in the first place, but I am glad you aren’t afraid to stoop to a child’s level of insults. I will give credit though I applaud the Dollhouse for being a group of open sexually women who aren’t afraid to show what they have off. Honestly, I do applaud it and Roxy doing what she did...well was something else, but I still applaud it as I like the fact that women can be open sexually and everything. Oh, and I wasn't slut-shaming you by no means if you want to sleep with whoever then, by all means, go ahead, but what I was getting at is that your beauty is an only personality trait that you really have.

Am I a whiner? Please, that is the most bullshit statement I have ever fucking heard from someone. I have never whined about anything in my life and I barely do because I was dealt a bad hand, but guess what I keep on moving and I play it and look at what it got me. It got the Goddesses belt that I wear around my waist every day. I am creative and I am deep when I want to be, but why waste it on someone like you that is why I did childish insults as well minus the Vegan Straight Edge part because that is true as when you live in a society that is always pushing against you, you have to stay committed and fight back. Also, you got it wrong I am “counter-culture” as you say because that is me in general and I couldn’t care less how the world treats me because the world is a fucked up place and you either get treated with respect or like shit and that is it. Also, the Avril Lavigne comment made me laugh way too fucking hard as I never listened to her shit music.

Oh, you would beat the shit out of me...fucking come on. That is hilarious like really fucking hilarious as I bet you never been in a single fight in your entire life and if you have you took the easy way out. You know why “pretty” people like you don’t get arrested, apparently, is because we live in a society that sees that people like you can’t do no wrong just like celebrities and even that is fucking stupid as well because Justice should be equal and not blind like it is. Oh, Thanksgiving, what bullshit holiday it is and the day when a bunch of turkeys gets rounded up and slaughtered for no reason at all...as well it is nothing more than mere day which the wealthy get to be thankful for a fucked system and allowing them to live in peace while fucking over the lower class who sleep in fear or worry. Also, let us not forget that it is a day where people fight over dumbass material things like TVs or bath towels or other shit they can all year long, but the fact they can save one dollar on it makes them act like crazed idiots. Of course, someone like you would enjoy Thanksgiving for how you are the embodiment of Imperialism and the true history of that holiday is one I am sure you would enjoy especially with all the grotesque things that happened. Though you would think it is all a lie because you like to live in a society where the tale that has been over and over being true, but I digress.

So Jonetta, you think you will walk out of our match with my belt...you are dead fucking wrong as you will have to take it from my hands by force and let me in a little secret...I am not going to go out that easy. When we get in that Jonetta bring everything you got and I will bring my all, and I can guarantee you that I will walk out the victor and you have the crimson mask. One last thing though...Fuck. You. Jonetta.

“iF yOu cArE aBoUt tHe GoDdEsS cHaMpIoNsHiP sO mUcH, tHeN sTaY tHeRe.”

I’m sorry. That sounded a bit childish, but if I have to stoop down your level in order to have a conversation with you, I’m willing to do that. You sound quite arrogant, Christie. A bit like Natalie Cage. However, you’re not her whatsoever. For a woman that’s been here for five minutes, you feel owed this opportunity to face Natalie Cage at Clash of the Titans. I made my intentions quite clear about pursuing the OWA Women’s World Championship. I do cherish my time as Goddesses Champion and those two championship reigns, but it’s time for me to move forward into what is deemed the top championship on Odyssey. I’m not sure if you’ve completely missed that part nor do I recall facing Roni Ozborn more than twice, so this small little detail about me facing Roni 89384683486 times, seems to go down the toilet. For someone that claims to have been watching EVERYTHING that’s gone down the drain, at least, you would have been so considerate of the details of what’s going on on this brand. To say things like “you will never be associated with the OWA Women’s World Championship,” just seems like a generic argument to go with. Why is that, Christie? Because I’m perceived as nothing more than a SECONDARY championship holder? That’s ridiculous because the talk of the town has been about how Dulce Torres could be the woman to end Natalie’s reign of terror. For someone’s that’s only mean to hold a SECONDARY championship, there’s a lot of talks that I’m capable of a lot more in this company. Just like apparently, there's talk about the potential that you possess. Your rise was enough to place you in this number one contender’s match. At this moment, you’re getting by and getting opportunities due to the fact that you were a “rising star” before you disappeared vs. me, who needed to earn her opportunity to become the first-ever Goddesses Championship at Civil War last year. It’s a slap to my face that you would take everything that I made the Goddesses Championship and call it a secondary championship. Just keep that energy when you begin to contend for the Goddesses Championship because that’s most certainly going to be your fallback plan once I stamp my ticked to Clash of the Titans and end what could be a record-breaking championship reign.

People really haven’t been mentioning my loss to Roni Ozborn at Game Over. I’m not sure where you're getting that information at all, but nothing about my setback at Game Over. Why is that, Christie? It’s because people know better than to write me off from that loss. People know better than to count me out from one day being an OWA Women’s World Champion. In a way, it seems like people were anticipating me losing the title because it meant that I could go after the OWA Women’s World Championship. It means that I would give Natalie a fight that she believes that she deserves. I can see that vision clearly in my head and I’m aware that it sounds like nonsense to someone like you. “I thought that I could defeat Eris at Boiling Point, but I didn’t” or “You never know!” Is it wrong to believe, Christie? Is it wrong to believe in something so much that you can’t accept any other scenario? That’s how passionate I feel about this vision of my mind. Me standing tall and raising that OWA Women’s World Championship over my head is something that I can see so clearly, but I know the journey to there isn’t simple at all. You are probably the biggest hurdle that I’m facing at the moment. You're returning and fresher than me. If you claim to have watched everything on Odyssey, you should have utilized your time to look at what I am capable of with a big opportunity like this on the line…or have you already spun those web of lies around your head? Have you convinced yourself that I’m not a threat to you whatsoever? “You’re smaller than me!” I don't mean to sound cliche, but It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog. When looking at this 5’2 woman, it would be so simple to look at me as a woman who can’t pack a punch in the ring, but I’ve been in the ring with competitors bigger and stronger than me. I’ve outlasted them. I've conquered them. Once again, I plan to do the same for you. I sound pretty cliche with some of the things I stated, but the only one that's barking in this talk is you, Christie. I said if - you haven’t been in the ring with anyone that has challenged you. I don’t count Eris because the poor woman couldn’t be bothered to be there for her team at Civil War. Yet, you believe that you have all the right to be confident in the world? Why is that? Because you got some video package hyping your debut? So did Eris. So did that Aphrodite chick. It doesn’t make you special at all. Everyone that’s gotten a video package has flopped, but you’re supposed to be different? And you’re going to call me out on how cliche I sound? Might as well look at yourself in the mirror.

“You’re nothing!”

Okay, and you’re supposed to be something? If you think that I’m going to take whatever you say to heart. If you think everything that you’re saying is to get me to back down, you’re wrong, but it’s not going to be the first time you were wrong. You were wrong with believing that you were going to defeat Eris in the Athena’s Cup Finals. You thought you would win in Trifecta and you’re going to be wrong on Odyssey when I defeat you and prove that you’re nothing more than another rising star who can’t live up to the expectations - even if those expectations are so little, to begin with. No need to worry about me, if some bullshit occurs and this match doesn’t fall into my favor, I would be insecure about how I’ve “fallen off.” It seems like the same, boring argument that people have when a champion loses their championship. You claim that people use similar arguments towards you, but are we going to shy away from you, who are using similar arguments to try to make a point? Not only that, but you’ve gone with the cliche of “you’re nothing.” People like to tell me that I’m “Just Dulce” and how people don’t need to be worried about me in the ring. I keep flourishing. I keep evolving myself as one of the best ALPHAS on this brand. Yes, Christie. We are no longer Goddesses. Not sure if you got the memo, but apparently we’re called Alphas and it’s because of Natalie Cage. I don’t share that sentiment, but I couldn’t let you stand there and make an idiot of yourself again. There’s no doubt that I’m more deserving of this opportunity than you. Although, I don’t rely on that claim from myself to get me to Clash of the Titans. I plan to get there on something that I have wanted to do since day one in OWA and that works my hardest and get to the top in that way. I’ve stated that I’m a believer that hard work pays off and this match will most likely be hard work to win. You claim that this match is going to be a “war,” but you also claim that I’m nothing? Where’s the truth, Christie? Am I something to worry about or not? Am I someone that you are going to need to approach with caution or not? I’m not convinced by all of these claims that I’m nothing and will never be OWA Women’s World Champion. Instead of discouraging me by making all of these statements, it has made me more determined to take you down. By defeating you, you will have no other choice, but to see me shine against Natalie Cage. I say Natalie because I know she’ll find a way to retain.

Bring the beast, Christie. It can either be the worst or best mistake that I ask for going into the match. I say that because I don’t want an excuse for when I defeat you on Odyssey. Being wherever facade you want to bring into this match, but I’ll bring myself to the match and everything that I have to offer. If that’s not enough, I’m not making excuses. I’m sure I won’t get written off for this loss. I’ll dust myself and pick myself up. That’s something that I have done in my previous title matches and it wouldn’t be any different in this match. Don’t think that I’m considering failure before I step in between those ropes. The only thing in my sight is winning and delivering the biggest fight of my career so far. I will look nothing more than to bring you back to earth and make you realize that you were way over your head when you looked at me as nothing. Dear, I’m more established than you on this brand. You like to bring up how you’ve done enough in your life and just by being Christie Sky, it should be enough to be in this matchup, but I’m Dulce Torres. Yeah, I get it doesn’t wow or intrigue people, but does it get underneath your skin when people claim I deserve to win more than you? Does that get underneath your skin, Christie? “Dulce deserves this!” “Dulce works her butt off!” You’re damn right I do, but I don’t dare to waltz back in this brand and feel entitled to anything. I don’t go to Viola’s office and demand a shot at her girl’s championship. I want to prove my worth. I want everyone to know that my ceiling wasn’t with the Goddesses Championship. I don’t have a ceiling. The sky is the limit for me and I feel like nothing can stop me. You talk about how you believed that before your issues began to sit in. Anyone can feel invincible, but I don’t consider myself as invincible. I’m human. I’m flawed. I have my weakness, but I never let them hold me back from realizing my potential. I never let them from becoming factors. I take my weakness and make them my strengths. I take what’s holding me back and use everything in my power to push me forward and I’ll be dammed if it does.

“After this match, you will not be able to enter this ring again.”

Are you sure about that? How weak do you think I am? How fragile do you think I am? None of this is scaring me not to show up on Odyssey. At the most, I’m laughing at how ridiculous you sound and how hard you’re trying to make yourself into some intimidating figure. I’m not being haunted by my setbacks. I’m not sure where you’re getting your information, but bringing up my setbacks is an issue with you? If we’re going by that logic, I would have an issue by you’d a setback. Guess what? I don’t. It’s not worth the time and energy to have an issue with something that I can’t control. I can’t control my destiny, but this victory will play a factor in making sure that I get there.

See you in the ring, Christie. I’ll be ready.

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️The video begins with a male pilot admiring a pinup picture on his plane. It turns into a black and white video of Jonetta Stone striking a similar pose to the pinup, all within a jet, and then flexing her right arm bicep to break the scene into colour.

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Times just aren’t what they used to be. A vintage admirer like myself knows it all too well, there’d be nothing nostalgic for me to play with if the way of the world was still the same. Men used to be so easy to lull into war and conflict, throwing their lives away for a tiny bit of valor and the fantastical dream of being acknowledged by feminine beauty. It’s why from even the times of the World War 2, there’d be pictures of beautiful women, both real and drawn, on the jets and walls of soldiers. It’s why the Vikings have an entire legend of beautiful Valkyries being the ones that lead tired fallen warriors to Valhalla as they die in war, all to comfort the poor souls that would plunge themselves into battle. Valkyries are basically angels, we were goddesses to them! Just like the women of OWA were goddesses until all that was left is a belt held by a demon! Now men are hopeless cowards, made frail by coddling institutions and times of peace at home. They no longer have blind faith. So what’s a girl to do? She’s to do the work herself of course! If pretty faces aren’t enough to lead men into war and act on the whims of the powerful, then the pretty faces of the powerful, ”the Beautiful People” artists I’m sure the demon loves sing about, have to wage war themselves! Combine the muscle that fought and the beauty that beaconed them to fight! That’s what I am, Ms. Ozborn, the culmination of imperial might wrapped up a nice little package and able to spread imperialism all by herself.

You’re upset because you think people like me changed the nature of pin-up?

OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!

It was always done to sell tickets to burlesque events and advertise war, just because you “free spirits” may have gotten some kick out of it at times to feel good about yourselves doesn’t change history, nor the prevailing face of the art form. And what’s this nonsense about pride in sexuality being something I’m against? What about The Dollhouse makes you think ANY of us are afraid to flaunt our sex appeal or take pride in our sexuality as women? Roxy might just be the most brazen woman in the company, showcasing her panties for her man, we gladly exude sexuality in everything that we do. It’s scandalous that you’d even accuse me of such a thing, then hypocritically turn around effectively trying to slut shame me for being a strong woman with good looks and acting like my beauty somehow invalidates my lifelong athletic training. You’re already ugly enough, you’re the last person that needs to have TWO FACES!

Simple people look at disgusting creatures like yourself and start thinking you have other abilities that make up for your shortcomings, in fashion and alluring features. Life has to be fair to those that are not fair! Much in line with your belief that I being the fairest of the all means I’m somehow incompetent and lazy. They think you must have deep thoughts and that you have to be amazingly creative to make up for the fact you were born a gremlin, but all you could come up with is “she’s blonde, blondes bad” and “I’m vegan straight-edge, so I’m special!” You’re just another whiner that’s mad at the world because you’ve been dealt a bad hand in life, so you think being counter culture will make the rest of the world treat you like some edgy rock star people used to fall in love with when they were rebelling against their parents and Avril Lavigne was relevant. Trust me, the feeling of hate is mutual, you made my skin crawl the first time I became aware you existed. I was hoping this day would come.

You want to know what would happen if you spilled red paint onto any of the fur I wear? I’d beat you to a bloody pulp and then tell everyone you only looked that way because you were sniffing and stuffing your face all over the fur that had my scent on it. They’d believe me because you fit the mold of that kind of creep! Plus, no one wants to send someone like me to jail, so it’d be much easier to accept the fact that your crimson mask was the wet paint you brought yourself. As for all the animals you care so deeply about, after that? Well obviously I’d need replacements in my wardrobe, so I’d go right back to hunting, I’d skin another precious endangered animal in a third world country somewhere and have you to thank for it. Just like I have these current festivities in America, “Thanksgiving”, to thank for when I wanted to knock off a few turkeys. It had nothing to do with it, but I’ll even say that I only went deer hunting to pay tribute to the Native Americans that gave five deer to the lovely pilgrims that came to America! Why am I going into these details? Well not only do I know it bothers you, but unlike your vegan straight edge claim, this is actually relevant. I am cruel and unrelenting, I’m a trophy huntress!

And what a fitting trophy to add to my collection, The Goddess Championship.

️Jonetta reveals a handkerchief that has written “Thank you DeMarco. Happy Thanksgiving OWA!” written on it and sarcastically flaunts it before throwing it out of the jet to end scene.

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(We are shown nothing but utter and complete darkness, an utter void of nothing..)

Voice:
Hello again, Mister Anderson.

(Suddenly a single light suddenly blazes to life in the darkness and we see none other than Devon Slayton sitting in a single chair, wearing a dark purple business suit, leaning forward with a dark bemused look on his handsome face)

Devon:
While I’ve grown increasingly tired of the front office seeming to think that constantly putting me into near constant contact with those wretched Dollar General Barbie knock offs in the Dollhouse and your group, the Joseph Seed Boytoy Brigade, I must admit that I am rather curious as to why it’s you that has been put on the chopping block for this match.

I mean the last time that you and I faced off in the middle of the ring you did get the win, but I got the last fucking laugh because you couldn’t do shit for several months as you healed from the damage that I did to you.

I mean yes, you could very well start going on and fucking on about how great and superior you are compared to me and my tag team partner Ethan but that really doesn’t mean shit anymore does it because right now I would much rather sit through an candy fucking coated episode of “Sweet Roxy presents the Layne Obession” than have to deal with your fucking lot.

(Devon chuckles bitterly as he shakes his head and leans back in his chair)

Devon:
I mean seriously not one fucking member of Ground Zero can do anything goddamned original because you always jump people with chairs like it’s a goddamn circle jerk.

Oh, the Dollhouse are getting the upper hand-get the steel chair circle jerk!!

Lookie there, the Wild Boys are about to leave the ring after losing their match...QUICK, TO THE CIRCLE JERK!!!

Look, a poor lost hyena...START THE JERK!!!

And the really fucking sad thing is that you can’t tell me I’m wrong because then anyone has to do is start up a previous episode of Olympus on the Omega Network and there is your fucking proof, in high definition color nonetheless, that Ground Zero can’t do anything but a steel chair circle jerk!!

But instead of giving me that little fuck, Donny Dragon, who probably thinks that biting the heads off of pidgeons in the park is a good way to attract a girl, they give me *YOU*!

And despite everything, I’m actually fine with that.

Because you see, after you see this promo, you’re going to do one of your own and basically start swearing up a storm and bragging about how your boys did this and how you beat me the last time that we squared off in the ring, while forgetting the fact that I about damn near tore your kneecap the fuck off and fed it to you.

(Devon lets out another dark chuckle, that dark smile never leaving his face)

Devon:
You see, James, I’ve recently had a revelation of sorts recently and I don’t see myself constantly having to face off against any of you fucks in Ground Zero or the Dollhouse anymore.

No.

What I see for myself is the Omega Wrestling Alliance Openweight championship, which is held by that hulking sack of dead meat known as the Derelict.

While your goals are to sit around in a campfire circle and inhale the toxic fucking smug of Nate Cage while sucking down DiVA’s bathwater like it’s the finest Kentucky whiskey, *I* plan on busting my ass to prove why I should be the next contender for the Openweight title.

And I do that by not just beating you, James, but by completely wrecking your shit up, kid. Because what I did to you before was me being careful, taking my time, and simply trying to win the match… *THIS* time, I fully intend on ensuring that when they cart you the fuck out of the Pinnacle Bank Arena there in Lincoln Nebraska, that they are going to need every single roll of fucking duct tape to hold your damn knees together because, I’m not fucking around with you this time.

(Devon then stops with his smiling and holds up his right hand)

Devon:
And before you go and start smoking up the place by attempting to think or be fucking clever or some shit like that, I’m not giving your ability to wrestle any kind or shit like that because if you also take the time to go back and rewatch what happened in my match with your boy Dragon, you’ll notice that I tanked his supposedly great finish, the “Komodo”, more than once despite your boy’s best fucking efforts.

(Devon lowers his hand and then leans forward, fixing the camera’s view with a darkly humorous look)

Devon:
That’s right, James, I took the best that your boy could throw at me and it still wasn’t fucking enough to put me *DOWN*, he had to go after fucking DiVA to get the win because neither one of them and she put him down like a mother fucking punk!

But at Olympus, I’m going to hit you with so many lefts that you’ll be begging for a right and that will be the NICEST thing that I’ll do to you the entire night because I’m not looking at our match as just another “match”, James.

No, I’m looking at you and me stepping into the ring together as being one step closer to being the fuck done with your sorry ass and if I have to tear through each and every fucking one of you until you all get the fucking message that you can all do your little steel chair circle jerk with someone the fuck else, then I’ll just do that!

And in case you don’t know whom the fuck you’re dealing with, allow me to educate you.

My name is Devon Slayton, I am the mother fucking BLACK KING.

I have been doing this for the past eighteen years, busting my ass in rings all over this fucking globe and collecting championships where *I* see FIT!

And at Olympus, your fucking ass belongs to me yet again, so you’d best be ready to start watching the Irishman on Netflix or Runaways on Hulu while popping the pain pills because, bitch...you belong to *ME*!!

(The camera fades out)

“Her hair is Harlow gold

Her lips are sweet surprise

Her hands are never cold

She's got Bette Davis eyes”

“Bette Davis Eyes” by Kim Carnes starts to play as Roxy is shown in her room with various clothes on her bed, looking at choices on what she would wear for the night. Sweet Roxy in front of her dresser wearing a pink butterfly-patterned bathrobe gently spreading some red lipstick right on her sweet luscious lips. She leans forward to the mirror for a closer look, making sure that her make-up is perfect, with the dark and light shade of blue eyeshadow and the cherry blush. She then stands up straight and smirks, looking proud of her work.

Sweet Roxy: Well, won’t you look at that! I look perfect! I’ve been doing this for so long, I’ve gotten so great at mixing colors!

Sweet Roxy turns around and looks fake-surprised that her vlogging camera was on.

Sweet Roxy: Hey guys! I am so very sorry that you missed the traditional make-up tutorial where I show you how to improve your hideous looking faces with five pounds of color that you can’t afford even if you work overtime! There wasn’t any real occasion for this, I just felt like doing this whole mature-party look! Why?

Well, to impress Layne of course! That guy has always been so tsundere, as his people say! And it really really upsets me how tense he has gotten lately! And to be honest with all of you, I blame Derelict for it! His presence made Layne feel the need to vomit and probably caused him some hallucinations that he doesn’t even know what he’s saying about me! I hope you’re proud of yourself, Derelict! I hope you’re satisfied that you caused tension in this solid lengthy relationship just by existing and talking about your warts, you stupid pig!

Sweet Roxy calms herself and takes a deep breath.

Sweet Roxy: It’s fine! It’s chill! I’ll be ok! On a normal day, I won’t even look at your direction right now, Derelict. I don’t want to be associated with a sad disgusting rabies-infested raccoon that only exists to make everyone thankful that they actually shower once or twice a day. I don’t know who you are, and I don’t want to know who you are, but just in case your stupid ant-brain is having a hard time reading words -- you are in a wrestling company. Now, it doesn’t matter to me what you want to call yourself -- a fighter, a warrior, a pornstar -- but if you’re performing in a wrestling ring, it’s only natural for someone to look at you and think of you as a wrestler. But it’s fine! I’m not forcing you to call yourself one! Now that I think about it, you probably just pretended that you knew how to read upon signing a contract here! And I don’t hate you for it, heck, I commend you for it! Being a wrestler is tough work while being, whatever the hell you are, takes too little effort! People are me are expected the highest standards while people like you win a match against Johnny the Jobber and people think that you’re so great because you finally did something right, and not to mention -- the lack of care, the lack of experience -- it’s a go-to excuse for when you trip and fall and end up losing a match! I actually wish I had thought of it sooner but I suppose it’s too late for me now since people see me as a star performer that has gone through a hundred versions of you, oh, I bummer! Many people have promised a reckoning. Many people have told me that my time is up and that they’ll finally “expose” me for being a fraud since I’m using my family name to magnify and enhance the perfection that they see now, but do you know what happened Derelict? Nothing! I’m still here and I’m still fighting while most of them are gone! They couldn’t expose any wrongdoings because there was nothing to expose! I laugh at your promises and your threats that you will be “the one” to shut me up, but to me, it’s just another fly buzzing around my ear! And the fact that you still keep talking and coming back for more shows exactly that you simply cannot comprehend how many times I’ve turned the tables on those who appeared stronger than me. It gets so bad that it all goes over your head and you actually believe that your dirt and stench would actually scare me off! Honey, if that were the case, I would have denied facing Killer Alpha Squad in the first place! I would have said “Nope” to facing Aria Jaxon! You are not impressing anyone with how much you talk about your massive hemorrhoid. You are not making anyone feel safe by talking about not flushing the toilet after you soiled it with your explosive diarrhea. We have to focus on what’s important. We have to look at what really matters here:

And that is Layne. My sweet Layne.

Sweet Roxy then walks to a corner of her room, bringing her vlogging camera with her.

Sweet Roxy: Hey, wanna know a little secret?

Sweet Roxy raises her index finger and puts it over her lips.

Sweet Roxy: Don’t tell anyone this… but Layne is actually here WITH ME right now! Be chill, okay?

Sweet Roxy reveals what’s on the wall of the corner of her room.

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A Layne Kurobane Poster.

Sweet Roxy: Shh… It’s okay honey! It’s okay, lover! Your baby girl is here, and Derelict won’t come between us anymore! You know you’re very very rude about what you said to me, but I know that you’ll apologize for it! You didn’t mean any of it, didn’t you? Yeah, that’s right, you were just pressured because the big stinky man was trying to harm us both, and I know that you just got defensive! And that’s okay! I truly appreciate it! I do my best for you! I always make myself look nice for you! People appear as psychopaths if they surprise you with their acts of dedication, and I promise you that you won’t get any of this with anyone else. But it did sting when you said you are not in love with me, though, because other than the fact that I’ve already told everyone that we’re dating each other, it really put a bad taste in my mouth because it’s not exactly what I wanted to hear. I was expecting something along the lines of “Of course I love you, Sweet Roxy! Please marry me and I will murder Derelict for you” but of course that didn’t happen. Why didn’t it happen, lover? What’s the problem here? Why are you still so against me on this when I have made it clear that you’re my whole world? What on earth do I have to do to get your attention? Do I have to sneak in illegal weapons to get more than enough upper hand to beat your long-time foe? Do I have to take matters into my own hands and pin you myself for the three count? I am so confused and you are really hurting my feelings here, and believe me, you’re not going to like what happens when my feelings are hurt by a person I’m about to meet in the ring a few days from now.

She snaps out of it. She wipes the serious look on her face and faces the camera with a joyful smile.

Sweet Roxy: Men, amirite? They’re always playing hard-to-get! But that’s okay! I know in my heart of hearts that Layne and I were written in the stars. We are promised. We are made for each other. So I’ll give him another chance to set the record straight. I’ll give him a chance to not screw up the great thing we have going here. Based on what he says, he truly intends to hurt me and defeat me in this match, which is fine because I have aggressively observed him for so long that I know what he is and isn’t capable of. I know that he’s a waste of a man with big dreams. I know that he’s jumped from one promotion to another in the past, and never really amounted to anything. I know the fact that he wouldn’t do anything to compromise what could be a great relationship. I love him as a man, but he’s a joke of a wrestler. So if he insists on testing me, then I won’t have any choice but to make him regret it.

And in the end, when Sweet Roxy makes you realize how worthless you are without her helping hand, you’ll come to me and I’ll welcome you with open arms, lover. You’ll always find a home with me.

Sweet Roxy blows a kiss to the camera, winks before she waves goodbye. The scene fades to black as the song continues its chorus.

“And she'll tease you, she'll unease you

All the better just to please you

She's precocious, and she knows just what it

Takes to make a pro blush

All the boys think she's a spy, she's got Bette Davis eyes”

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(The camera opens on a dark desert horizon in the dead of a moonless night. Sitting quietly in the glow of a fire producing the only light for miles, Derelict prods and agitates the flames with a stick. Sparks fly around his amber lit face as he breathes the
fire's smoke)

"So now I'm a ghost? no, less than that. I'm a poltergeist that can't be fathomed as tangible, and yet I rustle every feather in the hen house when I pass through. 'We're all champions here', huh? Is that your real mindset Layne? You think we're 'championing' something? You clearly resent the title around your waist, and loathe the one you couldn't snatch from around mine all the more. You want to talk about phantoms? let's talk about this delusion that you've fabricated about beating me. I don't recall you submitting me, pinning my shoulders to the mat, or even getting a lowly count out victory over me. You pinned that windbag Maggall in a tag match I participated in, but you were far from being this dominant force that you've concocted in your head when you stepped into the ring. You're right about one thing; You've been chasing your tail for awhile now, stray. I feel like I pointed this out to you months ago, but you were still beholden to the people back then. The scales hadn't fallen from your eyes and you hadn't discovered your true nature as a man who'd reached his peak beneath a glass ceiling that he's just not strong enough to break through. It's cute that you waste your breath running down Tarah when you're in another match against me. It's like you're looking through this Ghost of Christmas that you perceive as being your past, but in actuality I'm your present and future. You don't get higher than me, Layne. Does that upset you? It should, because I have no qualms with admitting that I'm a complacent plight on society. In fact, I revel in my complacency because I know that the top of the pecking order is nothing more than a fleeting lie. All due respect to Tarah though. That woman not only took a beating from Bull Connors that even I couldn't weather, but managed to somehow come out the other side victorious. That's what champions are made of. That's what a drive for success looks like. I don't blame you for not recognizing it. It's never reflected back at you when you look into the mirror, so it's not hard to gather why you don't understand indomitable tenacity when you see it. You like to pretend you're better than me, better than yourself, better than your station in life, but as the days pass I see that mask of false bravado slip more and more. I'm a poltergeist? a noise maker and nothing more? People don't see poltergeists Layne, and yet here we are again face to face. If I'm just a bunch of hot air making non-threatening noise that doesn't change the world around him, then what does that make you if you're the only one that continues to see me?

(Derelict reaches into the fire with his bare hands and pulls out a glowing can. After dipping it in the loose sand of the desert floor, the amber glow dissipates, and Derelict exhumes it to reveal a tattered and scorched "Luck's Pinto Beans" label fused into it'. He yanks the tab at the top of the can and greedily pours the legumes down his throat. He reaches into the darkness where the firelight can't reach. After tussling through his bindle in the darkness, he triumphantly pulls a bottle of Night Train into the light. He holds it in front of him, letting it's unnatural red filter the light of the flames. He unscrews the lid and washes down the beans with a powerful swig that empties half the bottle.)

"Ever seen "Carnival of Souls"? It's an old flick. So old that it's public domain and accessible to a cretin like me. The whole movie centers around a woman running away from a phantom, only for her to realize that she's also a phantom. In the end she joins the ghoul in a dance of submission. They whirl and twirl around, dressed up formally for their funeral, and going nowhere fast. I think that sums up Layne in a nutshell. Would you concur my Sweet Roxy? In a way it embodies you as well. In your case the phantom is your parent's legacy. You spin with it how you please, pretend that it affects you in any way as a performer as you doll yourself up and pretend like you belong in that pantheon. I've made it clear that the pretense is the only thing I don't like about your entire game. I've never discouraged you or claimed you're just another pretty face. Quite the contrary, I've preached and served as witness to the cutthroat competitor that you are, and yet you continue to act as if I'm some druggy oaf who wants to have his way with you in a hotel room. Nah, sweetie. If I wanted a painted up street walker that I hold no esteem or respect for, I'd hit up some gutter punk friends of mine that would let me skip out on the payment so long as I broke their pimp's fingers so that he can't backhand them for a few weeks. You? You're special. I mean, I know you think you are, but it's for all the wrong reasons. You could be the next Tarah Nova of this place if you stood on your own two feet long enough to learn how to walk on your own. Instead you cling to momma's apron strings and a hide yourself away in a faction of like-minded clones. Take my advice, my sweet sweet Roxy; the world gets far more interesting when the people around you quit saying yes. A girl like you who thinks she has to depend on her youthful looks and parents to keep her afloat will inevitably learn that the hard way. I know this because I am the hard way. You talk about people 'fronting' as the kids say; putting up facades and creating mystique. I'm here to tell you that what you see with me is what you get. You can't get more stripped down, hollowed out, and transparent than me. Like Layne said; I'm a ghost. Maybe not in the metaphysical sense, but in the sense that when you encounter me, you know what you've encountered. You might want to cast doubt or play Thursday morning skeptic, but you'll know in the moment of truth when you stand before me in all of my grotesque glory. You'll know my smell, see my warts, and feel my wrath, and know that it's not some illusion when we're standing toe to toe. You'll know me in that moment, and that moment's all that really matters. You'll know my scent because I'll be so on top of you that my musk will be all you can smell. You'll known my warts, because we'll be comparing blemishes as I strip you down to your basest level in that ring. Mercifully, and finally, you'll know my wrath as I impart on you all of the vile venom within me upon you, using you as an avatar for every single person like you in the world that's stepped over me in the streets without even regarding me as a fellow human being. I wasn't afforded a legacy like yourself. I wasn't trained by two of the best wrestlers in the world, or handed the opportunities that come with being their offspring. I never even trained to wrestle, because I'm not a wrestler little girl. I'm a fighter. You're not born into being a fighter, but you can certainly die from not being one when you find yourself face to face with a specter of society like myself. A man whose quite literally sacrificed tooth and bone fighting his way out of a gutter until somewhere down the line I went from surviving to thriving. I became the man to beat. The top of the food chain that sets his own terms for combat. What depresses me is that I know that there's potential for that killer instinct, that survival switch, that prey to predator mentality within that tiny body of yours. You've shown hints of it with that rouge encrusted pack of hyenas you run with time and time again. Beneath the makeup, through the entourage that hugs you closer than your very skin, past the veins that carry the divine blood of kings and queens of this sport, under the bone, and somewhere ingrained deep within the soft tissue of your organs lies the genetic makeup of an apex fighter, and I'm going to deconstruct you down to your core until I either find it, or dig so deep that I'm on the other side of what's left of you."

(Derelict takes a nonchalant swig of his wino wine once again, almost cutting off his words with the swig as if they carry no significance or gravity whatsoever. After ritualistically replacing the top to it's bottle, he places it back down in the sand and clasps his hands in front of him to warm at the fire.)

"If I find it, then we've got a fight on our hands. If you die?...well, then there was never truly a fight to be had, now was there? and before you get your panties in a bunch thinking that I dismissed you again, I wouldn't be trying to turn your organs inside out if I didn't think there was the potential that you would try to do the exact same to me. Quite frankly, you should feel honored that I think so highly of your trust fund having ass. I wont be dedicating that sort of brutality to Layne. In truth I never have because I know that he can't take it. More importantly, I know he can't give it back to me. It's adorable he views me as the embodiment of misery because I've always treated him as an afterthought in our matches. It's even cuter that he's picking a fight with Tarah, expecting her to come knock on his door when she knows he can be found at her bedroom window throwing rocks like some wannabe beau who doesn't know how to ask a girl out. Instead he pulls her pigtails in class and calls her ugly because he feels inferior. Is that what you're doing to me now Layne? are you 'negging' me until I give you a shot at my title? It's not going to work because I don't think you're worth the time, and I'm sure Tarah shares my sentiment. It's almost abominable that us three pathetic souls call ourselves champions when she's holding the only prize in this industry that matters to people like you two. Maybe that's why we're busy sharpening one anther's steel instead of polishing our gold with title defenses. It doesn't matter to me personally. I like holding the title of Openweight Champion, no matter how insignificant it seems. It's given me creative freedoms that regular matches usually don't afford me. This match affords me some artistic license as well, which is why I'll spend it constructively dissecting Sweet Roxy in search of something that science would deem intangible. But hey, like you said Layne..."

(Derelict takes one last nip of Night Train,and then violently spews it at the fire in a fine mist that first excites, and then extinguishes the flames. As the embers slowly die, leaving the desert horizon pitch in darkness, Derelict's voice seemingly echoes from all directions.)

"I'm not a man who deals in tangibles."

(The air falls silent as the camera indistinctly fades to a less dark shade of black.)

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Sometimes…

Sometimes it feels like I’ve spent the vast majority of my time running around in circles. Like I’ve been a dog just chasing my tail and it never occurred to me just how futile it is until now. Because no matter what I seem to do or who I beat or what goal I try to achieve, I somehow end up right back here; standing face to face with you once again, Derelict. I know what you think of yourself. I know that you take pride in being a ghost to the rest of society. I suppose you’re more of a poltergeist than anything, aren’t you? Just a lost soul whose only purpose is to haunt and torment those around him. I get it. Hey, everyone needs a hobby, right? I don’t blame you. By this point, Derelict, I can’t genuinely say that I blame you or anyone.

Because you’re not alone. You’re not the only psychopath in this match.

I was told that this match was put down on paper to celebrate the Champions that reside on Olympus, besides whoever the hell the World Champion is by this point, because evidently they have better things to do than compete with the rest of us peasants. But rest assured, we’ll dance our merry dance and perform when Olympus rolls around and give them all a prime example of exactly why the three of us are the Champions. So don’t get anxious or anything, Derelict, because you’re in very familiar company. You’ve competed with me what feels like a million times too many by now. You’re a Champion just like the rest of us. But most of all, you’re every bit as much as a delusional psycho as Roxy is. And while I started all of this by telling the world about how it feels sometimes - you know how it REALLY feels? It really feels like I’m perpetually stuck between two evils and can’t decide which one is lesser. That’s how it’s felt for far too long. It feels like the two horrible options of The Derelict and Roxy are nothing short of a manifestation of the feelings I’ve had since I first stepped onto the soil of Olympus, far from the home where I felt I knew who I was and where I was going on Kingdom. At some point it felt like the road I was marching down curved and turned into something else entirely. And I just keep going around and around, wondering if there is an end to it or if it ends with me.

And just now, Tarah Nova is resting easy trying to clear her mind and get into her own little state of zen before the “Dream Match” we’ve got coming down the pipe.

And I think that’s the biggest difference between Tarah and I as we head into this match that the media is just eating up like it’s starving. See, to them this match I’ve got going on here is my swan song as the Television Champion where I prove the last ounce of my worth to everyone by bringing down the big bad Derelict and the devious Sweet Roxy. They would love absolutely nothing more than for all of that momentum to swing into my favor so that Tarah can come knock at my door, bust in, ransack the place, and leave my ass out on the street back at square one with nowhere to go but to go be somebody else’s cannon fodder. Maybe to go be the monster of someone’s “Dream match”. But the thing is that I don’t intend to let any of that happen. See, I’ve never been one to abide by how the stories usually go around here. That’s never been my style. I wasn’t supposed to be Spartan Champion, and I know that. I wasn’t supposed to be the one who brought down Monolith, but I was. I wasn’t supposed to be the one to bring down Finnegan Wakefield, and I would have. I wasn’t supposed to show up and take the Television Championship, but I fucking did, didn’t I?

Tarah is gonna spend her time getting her shit together when Olympus rolls around, and she should. She rightfully should, because the cold hard truth is that this isn’t a match she belongs in. The truth is that this is a match that ended before the dream began because she could have simply beaten Maggall and made this all happen a long time ago, but she didn’t. She failed, and that’s exactly why she should be spending her time trying to figure out whether or not she wants to be reminded why she failed to challenge me the first time around. But me? I’m gonna do what I’ve always done. I’m gonna beat your ass just like I’ve done a multitude of times now, Derelict, and you can tell me all about how it was a cathartic experience for you but that NOW you’ve got an ace of your sleeve to get the best of me the next time we step inside the ring. Take your Championship and take yourself back to the dumpster you climbed out of, because maybe once upon a time you interested me when you had this intense aura around you that I just couldn’t fully grasp, but now? Now you’re more human than you’ve ever been in my eyes. Maybe to the rest of these people you’re that poltergeist you act like, but you’re simply a man that I’ve battled and beaten before. You think that gold around your waist changes the game? It doesn’t. You settled for scraps, because you couldn’t earn the right to challenge me for this Championship around MY waist. You don’t make misery for others, Derelict, you ARE misery. You’re a miserable, pathetic, giant of a man that would sooner pull everyone down with him than climb up higher because you know the truth of it all is that you’re just not that good enough.

And you, Roxy?

There’s so much I’d like to say to you. I mean that. I really do. And I know just saying that is enough to fuel that delusion of yours and make you think it means those words I’d like to say are “I love you” and “I need you”, but unfortunately they’re not. Not even close, actually. You know what they really are, don’t you? Deep down inside you, you know what those words are I wanna say to you. The words anyone with common sense would say to some delusional stalker that they want nothing to do with. Ya know, it’s actually pretty damn appropriate that I’m in this with you and with Derelict. You two are no different in my eyes. You’re both psychopaths that have gotten this far by riding the high of your own delusional goals, and you crash into and destroy everything in your path because you’re both too Goddamn blind to see what’s really in front of you the whole time. But you know what? Maybe I’m just as delusional in my own way. Maybe I’m every bit as delusional as you, Roxy. I’m not in love with you. I don’t feel anything for you. But I do want you. There’s no doubt about that. I want you, and I want you in the ring. I want to beat you, just as much as I want to beat The Derelict again. Because no matter how many signs I run into that tell me how futile it all is, I keep wanting to beat every single person in my way, especially the ones like you. The ones I’ve never encountered before. The ones who could be better than me and give me a reason to come back at you twice as hard. You’re unfamiliar territory to me in the ring, Roxy, as much as Derelict is too familiar. And yet, I want to beat the both of you just the same. More than anything you could possibly imagine. I want to beat you, and I want to beat him, and I want to beat Tarah, and I’m gonna beat the next person to step up after her, and the next person after them. If I’m going in a circle with no end in sight, then so be it. I’ll die in this fucking circle if that’s what it takes. So you know what? Bring whatever the two of you have to offer. Bring your delusions. Bring your weapons. Bring your love. Bring your hate. Bring it all, and I’ll do the same. Because I belong here. I belong in this match. I belong with two psychopaths, because maybe I’m one too.

Maybe it’s not me stuck in here with the two of you, but the two of you stuck in here with me.

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Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) November 26th 2019, 1:34 am by **Zumi**

Odyssey #1
“Upward Climb”

“Azumi doesn’t have the heart and passion for wrestling anymore.”

“She left her passion at Final Destination.”

“She only returned to get a title match.”
“She’s a shell of her former self.”

I can hear all of that and more.

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Things don’t go as planned sometimes. My first match on Odyssey ending with me getting pinned by my old rival and not being able to get the win kind of stings, it really does. During my original tenure on Odyssey, I would claim that things are okay and losses won’t break me down but I don’t know about that anymore. The rose-tinted glasses are definitely off at this point and right now, all my losses do hurt my chances now. Odyssey is a completely different show than it was during last season. Getting some wins under my belt means something right now especially with this. I won’t lie when I say that Odyssey last week was the shock I needed, getting pinned April once again feels horrible but she really is the rival that pushes me to get better or at least used to. I got called the Ace of Odyssey when I returned this past show but I’m not sure if I truly am the Ace. I wasn’t here to defend the brand when Natalie and Viola shifted to a power couple or fight for it against Olympus and Kingdom. If I knew what kind of monster I would create by losing at Final Destination, I would have fought until my last breath. I put faith in Natalie Cage and Viola DeMarco at Final Destination that they would not let Odyssey fall to harm but yet those same two people are the reason why I’m back. I’m not Stephanie, I’m not selfish to make this about a title match. This is about correcting something that is my fault, my redemption is there and Hardcore Havoc is where all the wrongs will be rewritten. That one time I decided to put my own happiness over the people and it all goes down the drain. I try this thing called R&R because my body after years of wrestling finally called it quits. Finally, it wanted to give up and I left.

I left Viola and Natalie with one thing, to protect Odyssey and watch over it but they seemed to have decided that the path they are on is better for them. I’m not gonna try to bring them back to the right side because it’s their call on if they want to do that. My job now is to be the defender of this brand from people like them. The OWA Women’s Championship has been held in the possession of Natalie Cage for far too long.

But I seem to be getting ahead of myself here because this coming Saturday, I have the first singles match on Odyssey since the go-home show before Final Destination. La Llorona in what seems like the opening match of Odyssey Episode 34. I don’t have a problem with that, it would be huge for her to win and rebound after a loss against Jonetta Stone but I’m looking to rebound as well. With the upcoming triple threat title match coming soon, I need to take my chances and get momentum on my side. I need to return to where I was when The Ace if I stand a chance of winning at Hardcore Havoc. La Llorona, I have no disrespect towards you as you seem to be a fairly amazing competitor from what I have seen in your two matches here. You have the skills to be great and I mean that. You seem to have a path chosen for yourself and time will tell if you can succeed. As much as you might want to win this week I can’t allow that, unfortunately. Every win from now until Hardcore Havoc matters, this is the rebuild towards I get back to where I once was. La Llorona is, unfortunately, someone that has been placed on my path as a roadblock. The biggest triple threat match in wrestling is waiting for me at Hardcore Havoc, my oldest rival and the demon I created are there for me, La Llorona. This is what I mean by I need this win, I’ve beaten Stephanie once this year but this is much bigger than a simple exhibition match. An opportunity is in front of me right now and it’s the chance to save Odyssey from the devilish pair ruling over it with an iron fist. Hell, I beat Stephanie in my first match in over a couple of months. This is the start of something huge in my career, probably the one last hurrah of my career. We’re not off to the greatest start possible and that loss really brought some small doubts, the idea to look forward and getting back from tough losses used to work but now with my time running short, I refuse to go down until people can see rise up again as The Ace that they know me as. The clock is counting down to Hardcore Havoc and this upcoming singles match, it means a lot to me. Not because of it being my first singles match on Odyssey but rather the opportunity to rebound not just from suffering a loss in my return but rebound and set my sights on the big prize at Hardcore Havoc.

So La Llorona, I apologize for anything I might have said something that you didn’t like and didn’t say much about our but I truly hope to see the best you have to offer. Like I said every match is a roadblock that I have to mow down until I get Hardcore Havoc.

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christie 'ciri' sky

'problems are not stop signs, they are guidelines'

first match promo after return | 006

versus Dulce Torres to determine no. #1 contender for OWA Women's World Championship

+ christie's voice,
+ voiceover
+ - // scenery

Y O U M A K E M E R E C K L E S S

November 18th, 2019 | Monterrey, Mexico

- // We are in some grey random room. Probably it's photographic plan. Suddenly the camera moves closer to the pink background. In front of the background is a stool, and there's Christie sitting on it with a leg folded on the stool. Her jaw rests on her hand and the hand on the knee.

Have you ever thought in your life that your world would stop for one reason?

It was a very long way. It was all due to one situation. It was something... That nobody could handle at all. I didn't know how to fight for a better life. I just fell down. As I mentioned in my last video. Thanks to my daughter, I realized that time was passing too quickly. That it's not worth worrying about some little things. And you know what Dulce? Actually. It is not worth bothering with small matters. As small as you. Are you a threat to me? I'm afraid that unfortunately.. No. If you care about the Goddesses Championship so much, then stay there, let's get Roni versus Dulce for the 23483 time and hold the title as long as you want. Everyone knows the truth. You will never be associated with the Women's World Championship in OWA. You will be associated as SECONDARY champion. Now, like any other basic contestant, will you pick me who I beat? Who did you defeat Dulce? I beg you.

"CHRiStiE iN a fiRtT dAy oF HeR rétuRn gOT a chanCe foR OmeGA WoRlD ChamPionShiP".

And what? Does it hurt you? Does it hurt that everyone believes in me so much? That everyone is happy about my return? What is your argument? That I didn't really do anything but get to the Athena's Cup Tournament finals? Just babygirl.. It's still quiet about you. Is that hurt you? The only thing you can hear about you is that Roni Ozborn beat you at Game Over. Even a funny case, because the Pay-Per-View's name says that your game is really over. Dulce... You just say that you know when is the right time to defeat Natalie Cage.. This is total nonsense. You never know. Just like I thought I'd beat Eris at Boiling Point. Nobody damn knows anything! Does it hurt you that OWA is producing hype videos about my character? That it was fucking loud about my debut? Fuck, it must be a pleasure for you to be in the same ring with me. Since you have done so much for Odyssey, creating Goddesses Championship something better.. Then do something for yourself and do better yourself. How many times in my career have I heard... 'You may have beaten most people, but you never beat someone like me.' Bark, bark. Instead of promising, just do it. Since you are so brave and unstoppable... Do it, like that I will want a break from the ring again. Make me someone who you probably will be after our match at Odyssey. Simple defeat. Good luck. I am just laughing at people saying that Dulce Torres has worked for such a long time, that she deserves this chance. Bitch. She's in a damn match for a chance. In the same match as me. I'm very happy that people like Dulce are stubborn and want to get to the top. Some would say that I could do enough in OWA during my absence, you're right. I've done enough in my life. I've become more than just an ordinary Denver girl. I've become Christie Sky. It's loud about me and will be even louder.. In fact... You all had your chance. The Omega Wrestling Alliance's stuff has given everyone a smaller or bigger chance. The fact I got it and I got the chance to win Athena's Cup. I got a chance to fight for the Goddesses Championship. But i lost. Yes, that's all true. However, if you are not at least 90% mentally ready, nothing will come of it. It should be expected that now everyone will start reminding me to the end of my career ...

"Christie Sky lost to Eris in the Athena's Cup finals!"

'Christie Sky has lost the chance at Trifecta to face Dulce Torres!'

It doesn't matter who says it. What names will be placed under my name, the same old stories are repeated many times. Everyone puts their perverse desires in the foreground, risking their psyche. Dulce, are you sure ready for this? Are you ready to hear that Christie Sky has beaten former Goddesses Champion this time to face the World Women's Champion? Because I am in 100% ready for it. And even if I fail, Clash of Goddesses is ahead of us. Even if I can't win you, there is still a chance to win the best goddess' trophy in OWA. Believe me, it doesn't work for me to say that you have no truck to me. Do you think this will affect my attitude towards this match? That I will tell myself ...

"Ahh, maybe Dulce deserves this chance more than I do."

No, you are nothing. You are only a secondary talent that will always be remembered as the Mid Card Goddess, assuming the principle that you are the person who will move things from the second position to the first. Never the Goddesses Championship will be higher than the Women's World Championship. Never. You'll never be a top category champion. You are Dulce just a side act in Odyssey. You are doing everything to make people stop calling me the hottest rising star in 2019. You do it to rescue your past. You are not a contender, you are not someone worthy of fame, you are not even close to being a champion. I know one thing, this fight will be more than just a fight for the match for the Women's World Championship. It will be a war. I know that. I know when to act as a life-knowing person and when to act like a beast. There are lessons that we all need to learn during our careers, and one of them is when experience is really relevant. Everyone gains experience day by day. You can't express your achievements like a basic pussy. I don't touch mine. Just stand like a real contender and behave like a person worthy of this place. This is a war. This is not an opportunity to get something, as April says. It's just a fucking war, which woman is better and which is more likely to beat Natalie Cage or Stephanie Matsude or Azumi Goto. Dulce, everyone know that Jessica Rose was defeated. Instead of catching the past of others, maybe you will start to worry about what your past will be determined after this week? This is not next season of America's Got Talent. Here you will not explain any story of your future failure. This is no ordinary shit, but pure honesty. At this stage, we can certainly be enemies who want to break their bones, but do you want to bring some dignity into it? Just because you are a icon of the Goddesses Championship or just because you have won the Goddesses Championship twice does not mean absolutely nothing. It's true that you know nothing about me and that we have never participated in a direct match, but directly comparing me with each new star? Such awful observation skills that you have, probably like no one. You absolutely have no idea what I am made of and I know that you usually look away from this statement, but on my part it is not an act of defense. You don't know me at all. I may have fought several times in this place, but I was looking for an opportunity and a place where I can loosen the strings of what I can bring. Until now, these were only light streams. Now is the time for you Dulce and Natalie Cage to understand that this is the end. I will prove to you and to Natalie that you cannot be an eternal champions. That in this world there is one person who is capable of something more than losing on one of the largest Pay-Per-View shows like other people. That person is me. I will be able to reach the top and achieve the defeat of one of the best Goddesses in the history of Omega Wrestling Alliance. Next time, just stay focus on your opponent rather than on bringing back memories. The only memory that will bother you for the rest of your life, telling your grandchildren is this that you spit in your chin, that Christie Fucking Sky lost your chance for something huge. Do you see all this weapon, Dulce? I can use any I want only on you. I want to humiliate you in all possible ways. In the past you have shown that you are able to show mercy. Are you sure that the wrestling business is just for you? Don't worry, you won't even make that decision. After our match you will not be able to enter this ring again. You will be physically and mentally damaged and I will love every minute of it. The motive of this ferry is that I constantly compare our fight with war. Do you know why? Because this is the final battle. The battle for more than a championship chance. But I am well aware that the clash between me and You was on many tongues of OWA Universe. I know well. There were many problems ahead of us, but did you know that problems are not stop signs, they are guidelines? And I know well that the problem in this story is you and you are only the path to my success. To the names of your slayers, you can add my name after our match. Remember that after each storm the sun comes out, so you can go back to your Goddesses Championship again and fight to make GodDeSses ChAmPionShiP grEat AgaIn.

I will be the reason to stop calling new forces the same ones that always came. You never know who sits in the skin of this force. You never know WHAT BEAST sits in the skin of this force. But I know that the future OWA World Women's Champion sits in the skin of my force.

You're with me, or against me.

The OWA Women’s World Championship.

It’s been a championship that people have constantly asked me questions regarding it. A lot of people wonder why I haven’t made that drastic jump to that championship picture? Is it because I’m scared? No. Is it because I have no desire to be the main champion of Odyssey? I do. Is it because Natalie Cage is someone you can’t just knock off in the simplest way possible? You’re absolutely right about that. However, there was another reason - I felt like I had something to prove with the Goddesses Championship. I remember during the champion vs. champion match on Kingdom before this season unfolded, Natalie looked at me and called this championship a “secondary championship” and she prided herself as the champion of the Odyssey brand and that didn’t roll with me whatsoever. It almost felt like an insult to the work that I put into that Goddesses Championship. I never saw the Goddesses Championship as the secondary championship on Odyssey. Sure you can go to Wikipedia and see the page for the title and see “secondary championship”, but it wasn’t what I saw the title as. I saw it as the championship that evolved Dulce Torres to the woman you see her as today. From that moment, I knew I had to run with my second reign as far as possible and Roni Ozborn defeated me at Game Over. I took on any challengers. It didn’t matter the level of the challenger, but I embraced any competition. That stood in front of me. As I part ways with the Goddesses Championship, I can fully commit to the idea of pursuing the OWA Women’s World Championship and with the match on Odyssey, this could be an amazing way to make this moment a reality for me.

I’m not the only woman gunning for a chance to call herself the number one contender. Another returning rising star by the name of Christie Sky is looking to resume her rise on Odyssey again. The last time anyone saw her was Trifecta. Personally, I was expecting Christie to continue her rise on Odyssey and oppose a threat in my championship reign. It sucks that we never managed to get that match. It would have been a match that everyone was clamoring to see, but this week we finally get this match. Sure, the circumstances are different, but it should be a classic nonetheless. Christie has gotten victories over the likes of Megan Harper and Jessica Rose, but is that supposed to be impressive? I defeated Megan at Final Destination. Yes, she put up a fight, but it seems like she fell off after that match and has failed to recover. Jessica Rose? As much of a stand out she was and someone that should have been the first OWA Women’s World Champion. A woman with all the potential in the world to be something great, but I don't feel like she wants it for herself. The last thing we saw her do anything of importance was British Invasion, but she just became another name in Natalie Cage’s reign of terror. If I manage to overcome Christie on Odyssey, I don't want to be another name in Natalie’s reign. I want to be THE name that dethrones her. I want to be THE name that manages to get a victory over her. It seems like such a strange concept coming from myself. Natalie likes to bring up that she defeated me at the Draft show, but I defeated her in my first title defense for the Goddesses Championship. She can twist this scenario around and be like: “Dulce hasn't faced this version of me!” but, it’s a victory nonetheless. It’s something that not many women on this brand have over her. That is the difference between Christie and myself, I know I can defeat Natalie when the moment is perfect for me. Natalie’s also done the one thing that not many people in the locker room have been able to do and that is pin my shoulders to the mat. Who are the two women in this company besides Natalie that have victories over me? Roni Ozborn and Tarah Nova. One’s someone that learned from her mistakes and is continuing her rise. Another one is a legend in the business that’s not going to be with us any much longer. I mean, you can count Eris as well, but I managed to get my victory at her at Civil War a few weeks later.

I love looking up in my wrestling history and looking up to those that paved the way for us. Tarah Nova is one of those women. Aria Jaxon is another one of those women and Natalie wants to be someone else that adds her name to the list, but she’s only paving the way for herself. She couldn’t care less about anyone else. As long as it’s Natalie Cage on top, she is satisfied and she'll enjoy the view of watching the rest of the women play catch up to her. Is that something that she's supposed to be proud of? I don't think so. Christie is one of the women who had hype to her going into OWA and Odyssey and I don’t know what to think about that. That was never me. I was never given video packages. I had no one anticipating for my debut. It almost seemed like I was another name and face on the cards. The women who got all of that stuff? They flopped or failed to live up to any expectations. Women from Aphrodite to Eris, you can't really put all those expectations onto someone and be shocked if they fall apart. Sometimes, the pressure does get the best for them. For Christie’s case, it may have to lead her to depression. Now, I can't stand back and assume that it was a factor because that is a beast that can hit you in any direction. It doesn’t care if you're at the peak of your career, starting off or on the rise like Christie. What Christie needs to be aware of is that she can't expect to leave off where she left off? She can get by and justify her spot in this match due to the fact that she was a “rising star” when she left. Her work may be impeccable and she may have a few supporters in the crowd, but last time we saw her, she had suffered from a loss. Christie can claim that she is going to give this match everything that she has. She can prove to everyone that she hasn't lost a step and she'll do amazing in our match, but she hasn’t faced a woman like myself. I’m a former two-time Goddesses Champion. I am a woman who has made that championship mean something in this company. It’s the same energy I will do with the OWA Women’s World Championship. I've seen many rising stars step right in front of me and be handed opportunities. I had to take a backseat to watch people take things that rightfully belong to me and there's no way that I’m going to do this with Christie.

This match is important for me and it’s because it’s my first opportunity at a world championship. My first opportunity since making the jump at pursuing the championship. It’s something that I refuse to slip away from me. Clash of the Titans made me believe that I do have a shot of winning something and headlining Final Destination. I may not want to get too ahead of myself, but I was in the final two with Natalie at Clash of the Goddesses last year, so this match would seem perfect for us to continue this rivalry between the two of us. No shade to the triple threat, but Torres vs. Cage is a match that should be treated with importance. Two homegrown OWA women battling it for one of the most important championships in this company. Christie would love nothing more than to resume her rise by getting the biggest victory of her career over me, but I can't let that happen at my expense. I can’t let someone return and take away something that I have been working my hardest to even get. Who knows when the next time I get an opportunity for the Women’s World Championship? Who knows IF I’ll ever get that opportunity again. I don’t have any issues with Christie, but it goes down to who wants to go to Clash of the Titans more and in this case, that’s me. It's always going to be me.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) November 24th 2019, 8:12 pm by Guest

Vale Drive a…

I have two simple things to say about you Jonetta...you absolute fucking disgust me and I absolutely fucking hate you. Everything about you is everything I despise and hate to the core, and after hearing your promo against Llorona from last week. I really can’t wait for our match especially since what you said about her as I can relate to it. So that makes this match really fucking personal. I am glad DeMarco doesn’t “get” borders as you because let me tell you something about borders. Have you ever heard of 8 Mile? Not the movie, but the actual road. I am sure you have, but it is a border that separates the people like you and the people like me. The poor and the rich, or the middle class however you want to put it. It separates the fighters and dreamers from the bitches and silver spooners, but that border is slowly going away and being broken thanks to people like myself and others moving into those nice little neighborhoods because they finally got to where they want to be in life and want to show their hard work off. The border as well is slowly going away thanks to people like me who don’t quite fit the “mold” of some blonde, who got where is due to looks or even money or well you sort of catch my drift...or well I at least I hope you do.

Oh and another thing, I may just bring some red paint with me to throw on you to fix your fur that you oh so lovingly wear and brag about. You wearing fur really pisses me off especially thinking about all those poor animals that were slaughtered and skinned for no reason. Well to you there would be a reason, but that reason is complete bullshit. It is people like you that certain animals have either become extinct or endangered because of all the meaningless killing for a bunch of fucking people like you to wear and show off their money. Also, a bit ironic you wear your pin-up attire because while you say it is like a siren, which by the way have you ever look what a siren looks like...because if you did then I can assure you that you wouldn’t be called one even though you would fit kind of perfectly, pin-ups were rebels that went against the very things you stand for. They were women who hung out with people like me and dressed the way they did because they were proud of their sexuality and it went against what was considered normal by the standards by back. Though unfortunately, it has been bastardization by the likes of people like yourself.

Also, Jonetta you bragging about how you were trained from a little child to put in work in the ring and everything is downright hilarious. Honestly, it is just the thought of some spoiled child wanting to be a wrestler and actually having to work for it is downright hilarious because let’s face it we all know that is complete shit. People like you don’t work hard or even know what hard work is. I have mentioned my training from when I was fourteen and the brutality of it, but I have done that before so there is no need for that now as it would just get repetitive. I will let you in on a little secret and the reason why I will win in our match. You see Jonetta, I am Vegan Straight Edge. Do you know what that means? It simply means I don’t use any drugs, don’t drink any alcohol, I don't drink coffee, I don’t smoke, and I don’t even eat meat at all. It also means I am a person of great dedication as well as you have to be what I am in that a society that celebrates drug and alcohol use like there is nothing to it at all and it is fun to do minus all the harmful effects it causes. As well, I am greatly dedicated to wrestling and this business is what I live for something you will know nothing about.

So Jonetta when we do have our match I can’t wait to beat the hell out of you and I can’t wait to Vale Drive a...well I would say it, but I think you catch my drift by now.

Re: OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) November 24th 2019, 1:39 pm by Sweet Roxy

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The Dollhouse Dreamhouse -- a pink-themed mansion designed especially for The Dollhouse members, a haven built for the three stars of iDoll Entertainment, where everything they could ever need is in one convenient location. Outside we see Jonetta Stone’s hunting range. At the second floor, we see DiVa’s exclusive recording studio where she would spend her time recording for her next album. Down the basement is a gym with complete equipment where all three could work out and practice their moves to keep themselves in shape as wrestling athletes.

All servants and guards have access to these rooms for maintenance and security, but there is ONE room that is absolutely forbidden -- a room on the third floor that Sweet Roxy installed three separate locks to keep the outsiders from going in. It is her “special place” and no one has seen what’s inside… Until today.

Sweet Roxy: I know what you’re thinking…

Sweet Roxy is in a room filled with her old street clothes and wrestling gears and nightgowns, and some of them have been collecting dust from the lack of cleaning.

Sweet Roxy: What’s Sweet Roxy hiding in this dump?

Sweet Roxy then comes closer to the camera.

Sweet Roxy: Oh, you know that I have been very transparent with what’s going on with my life. Cameras from the iDoll Entertainment Network follow me around all the time to make sure of it! To them, I am not just a wrestler that has a lot of reservations or a secret life outside of work completely separate from what you see on TV. To them, I am a money-making machine that sells their products, advertise their merchandise, and everything you see is exactly what you get! I am like a walking reality show, you know? They try to see how long it would take for me to climb to the top of the ladder, or sent spiraling down, or finally have a mental breakdown, so long as they could capture it all to create a staged controversy they would pretend they have nothing to do with.

Or at least that’s what would happen if you have a weak stomach for these types of things. I don’t. And even DiVa and Jonetta don’t... Because we were all born wanting this. Growing up, we have learned a handful of techniques about exploiting and bending the rules because unlike those who haven’t had the privilege of being born into a unique world of opportunities like ours, that’s our means to survive and not be left in the mix with the pretenders. People try to be monsters. People introduce themselves as beasts that would devour us where we stood. But to me, they all have the same faces, they all make the same moves, they all have the same voices, and just like the rest, it doesn’t take long for me to listen and learn what they can and can’t do. And you are no exception, Derelict. Such a big man with tiny dreams fitting for your standards. Couldn’t even put food on his table. Couldn’t even put a roof over his head. And I suppose you prefer it that way. I cringe in disgust if someone didn’t make my toast the way I prefer it! And that’s okay! Life has worked out differently for both of us which I could tell left a bitter taste in your mouth that you have to resort to taking shots at my background and physical appearance to make you seem like you don’t care! How horrible! How terrible! I feel my life slipping away hearing all the same sad reason and criticism as I have already heard from other people that have threatened to take me down! Except that I think that you DO care, Derelict. I know you do care that I was born and raised with a silver spoon in my mouth, catered to by my wonderful father that has supported me in my journey, and my… difficult mother who I’m like 80% sure loves me with all her heart, but it’s better than to not have loved at all, as they say! And it makes perfect sense that you act this way because you have no one and nothing that have treated you the same, and you believe that being forced into surviving day-in and day-out in this horrible silence of being a lone wolf has already become your training ground and it somehow qualified you to be in the ring as a wrestler. See? Whenever you downplay things like my Championship opportunities or discredit all of my efforts, it would make zero sense to people that don’t know about them, just like your background and your purpose makes no sense to me. And I am just waiting for you to tell me how you’ve actually had some training at the hands of no-names in a dumpster of a wrestling school that you attended twice a week, and that you need nothing else than your strength and fierceness to win the crowd’s heart and to own the match the way you have before, and to be honest with you, it upsets me more than it makes me afraid because you are just like the rest of these pretenders that fabricated these stories for intimidation tactics! And that’s not very nice, Derelict! You can’t just mislead people!

Then again, it’s not like I fell for it. But let me make one tiny eety bitty thing perfectly clear to you -- I am a second-generation wrestler. I have gone through life a step further than the rest because of the wealth and comfort handed to me. I was able to quickly make a name for myself in OWA, even going so far as winning my first Women’s Championship on my second match and beating a woman who has gone through an entire tournament to capture the gold, because of the name that I carried. Is that what you wanted me to admit? Is that what you wanted me to say out loud? Well, I’d say it… And I’d say it over and over again until you get tired of hearing about it because it’s true and I am not apologizing for it. As a matter of fact, I am thankful that the process is sped up for me. One year after my wrestling debut and I’ve already won four different Championships in different companies, do you think I’m gonna apologize for that too just because a jealous moron like you will never have the same kind of advantage? Yeah, sure. I suppose I’ll feel guilty!

Sweet Roxy chuckles as she starts digging through the big closet. A pile of clothes after another pile of clothes, seemingly looking for something specific.

I bet you’d just love to squash me like a bug right now, Derelict. Poor, helpless, little Rosanna. It sounds tempting. It sounds like beating up a little girl is something that you want to be proud of that you could tell your folks, wherever cheap motel room they’re nearly-overdosing in right now. But what happens when you have the physical advantage and still couldn’t deliver because Sweet Roxy was too quick to catch you off guard? What happens when you’re about to throw a kick to her face and end up splitting down like a stupid overweight ballerina? What happens when this little girl actually outmaneuvers you in that ring and uses your slow sweaty ass to her advantage that in the end you find yourself asking “what the hell just happened?” after she’s been declared the winner?

Sweet Roxy then smiles, as she pulls away a small, sealed box from one of the piles.

Sweet Roxy: Wouldn’t be so fun now, would it?

Sweet Roxy takes a breath of relief after finally finding what she’s been looking for in this secret room. The box looks more like a small briefcase with a combination needed for it to open. It was labeled at the top, handwritten.

“SR + LK” it said.

Sweet Roxy: YAY! I FOUND IT! Now, for the main event of this video, I will show all of you what I have been hiding in this small space!

Sweet Roxy presses four numbers without letting the camera in its view. The box clicks open, it looks seemingly empty until Sweet Roxy takes just one item and shows it to the camera’s view.

Sweet Roxy: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH I’M SO EXCITED FOR THIS! AFTER 6 MONTHS OF KEEPING IT LOCKED AWAY AND SEALED FOR THIS SPECIAL OCCASION I CAN FINALLY WEAR IT!

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Sweet Roxy: These are my battle panties! I swore to wear them whenever there’s something special that will happen between me and Layne! I was hoping for something different, or something…

Sweet Roxy innocently giggles in embarrassment.

Sweet Roxy: … Sexy. BUT THIS… THIS WILL DO! It’s just as intense, and electric and our bodies will be touching I suppose, and the best part is… YOU HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO BE IN THE RING WITH ME! But lover, let me ask you a question… Why haven’t you picked up when I called your phone? Why haven’t you answered any of my tweets and DM’s and e-mails? I was so disappointed when I keep inviting you to Play Time Wrestling, but then I realize that you’re probably just busy anyway. As your girlfriend -- your future girlfriend -- I think you should make time for me! I think you should lift the restraining order that you filed and let me be with you every day! It just gets so frustrating that I almost want to just kidnap you and get married in Vegas right away, and I hear those types of things builds a long-lasting Marriage, but Mother advised against it cause she thinks it’s very wrong to do, and I get what she’s saying -- I’m too young to get married. Though I believe I would make such a great wife! But anyway, lover, I will be wearing these panties in our match for good luck! I’ll be expecting you to help me win against Derelict, and we can both celebrate, and MAYBE you can finally let me kiss you just once on the cheek! You two have history, and I get that it might not be very easy to focus since I know that you’ll be trying to impress your sweet girlfriend, but I wouldn’t worry about me! I would love nothing more than get rid of the people that are causing you any inconvenience, and I promise I will do the same here! But please do not try to attack me or attempt to hurt me because I might end up groping you and/or biting you and/or disfiguring your face depending on how bad it is, and it would all still be legal. You’d only be hurting yourself by hurting me, and I would highly suggest not to go down that route if you don’t want any more trouble or pain in your direction. You’re a fairly reasonable guy and an amazing wrestler, and I’ll be honest with you since I love you -- but you’re not very smart, lover. People take advantage of you easily. You make amateur mistakes that The Dollhouse likes to laugh about. You overcook your braised beef based on the hidden camera I planted in your kitchen!

But it doesn’t have to be this way, lover. You always avoid me when I am far from being your enemy. I have been very patient and very supportive and I expected nothing in return. And I think that just this once, you should let me extend a helping hand rather than you smacking it away and dealing with the harsh consequences of being that person that pissed Sweet Roxy off.

Just sayin’.

Sweet Roxy shrugs.

Sweet Roxy: But I hope you all enjoyed that! And I cannot wait to be face-to-face with Layne, I have been saving myself for this moment! Please smash that like button and purchase Sweet Roxy’s ROXTREME WORKOUT VIDEO! It’s got Aerobics! Martial Arts! Diet Tips! Verbal Abuse! It is now available on the iDoll Network! See you guys!

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Character Development Piece
The Fallen Road (Part 2)

Date: 16/1/2019
Location: Eltham, Victoria, Australia
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I'll start out by answering the question some people have inquired about on social media.

No.

No, I haven't watched any wrestling since I left the OWA. That's not meant to be a slight on any of the talent going around. Both in OWA and worldwide.

Rather, it's more some wishing to take time away from the industry. From the realm and just think about everything.

Spend time with Bianca.

Heck, we still haven't mapped out the plan for our 'honeymoon' - we should probably get to that sooner rather than later.

Otherwise, we'll end up being consumed whole by the weight of business; completely neglect the fact that we probably should take time to ourselves.

I guess you could say it's a blessing and a curse how business-oriented we both are. On the one hand, it showcases that we are efficient.

That we KNOW how to separate business from pleasure - something that has become a lost art over the years, and something that the 2 of us have prided ourselves on.

On the other hand, too much emphasis. Too much focus on business can drive one insane. To the point where it simply overwhelms you and turns you into nothing more than a robotic shell. A machine, who lacks an identity. A purpose.

Something that I have experienced before. Something that drove me to the brink of my own plain.

That drove me away from everything; everyone that I had held dear. A passage, that I promised Bianca I would never venture down.

That's a promise I intend to keep.

(I slowly commence my walk throughout the gym that I have called my 2nd home since coming back. The gym, where the next crop. Those who will eventually supersede me; make the wrestling industry. The realm that I have wandered into their own when the time is ripe.

Hearing the sound of my own footsteps hitting the freshly polished mahogany floorboards, I can't help but slightly smirk at how far this gym has come since I founded it. Since I broke ground here in 2013.

How back then, it was merely something in order for me to offer an avenue. A means for those who may not have had an opportunity to train otherwise. A way, to give back. To breed the new generation. I can say right now, this has become more than that.)

That's not to say that 'Adams Enterprises' ISN'T a focus, nor is it to say that I need to completely divide my own pleasure from the business. That'd be naive as those who are truly committed to their business.

To ensure, that aspect of their lives is as refined. As optimal as it can bring a certain pleasure with it. Knowing that you are putting your best foot forward; showcasing what it is you can TRULY provide.

Just as it has with this very gym.

Just as it has with Adams Enterprises.

It brings a smile to my face every time I see someone new walk through these doors. Ready and willing to learn and take advantage of what has been offered to them.

Willing to provide themselves with the leverage to elevate their standing. To position themselves in the best way possible; put their name out there to the world.

(I pause, allowing a deep breath to expel itself from my lungs.)

I was in their position once. I know what it's like to be fresh-eyed and blissfully ignorant to the realm you find yourself at the door off. Knowing only where you want to be; not yet grasping the nuances.

The little things that we ONLY truly learn from experiencing it. From being about to see it laid out first hand; making mental notes and locking them away. Securing them for when we will ultimately need them.

?: Scotty.

(I hear the soft, calm voice calling from one of the black nylon punching bag about fifteen feet to the right of where I am standing, accompanied by the creaking sounds of the bag swinging back and forth from the steel chain that hangs from the ceiling above.

Smiling, I turn and notice Emily Reid - one of our newest trainees, standing there, motioning for me to come over.)

"Yes, Emily?"

(Pivoting my feet to face her, I gently start to walk in her direction, watching as she allows a warm smile to cross her face. Her eyes a soft hue of blue, she reminds me of a raven-haired version of Joely, which might be one of the reasons I was drawn to her. One of the reasons why I wanted to personally train her myself.)

Emily: I just wanted to ask if we were still doing the 7 pm session?

(I nod, having reached where she was, returning her smile with one of my own.)

"Yeah. That okay with you?"

Emily: Yeah. Just wanted to make sure, as Mum asked me before I came here and I told her I was gonna stay until after the session.

(I slightly laugh, as I gently place my right hand on the bag.)

"Oh. Alright. There was also something else I wanted to ask you, honestly."

(She slightly laughs under her breath, almost in a sense of 'how convenient', as I look into her eyes again.)

Emily: Okay.

(I pause, allowing myself time to remember what it was I wanted to ask her - even though it was the initial reason I had even come here now in the first place. I knew she would be here - she is probably the trainee with the MOST work ethic of the new bunch.

Every day, she's here as soon as we open and leaves only after our session - which means there are days when she spends 12 plus hours here.

The type of commitment that you see from those who truly make it in the industry. Those, who understand the passion. The energy that it takes to reach the pinnacle.)

"I'm going to a DVCW event on Sunday and wanted to know if you wanted to come with me? I think it'll help you further grasp why psychology is important; how to map out a story in the ring."

(She lifts her right eyebrow slightly, as her smile widens and her eyes light up.)

Emily: Of course. I have to go to church in the morning, but I'll be glad to come.

(I laugh internally, knowing she would say 'yes'.)

"That's fine. The event starts at 3 pm, so you'll have plenty of time. I can even pick you up if you want."

(She nods at me as if to say 'that'd be good,' as I make a mental note to tell Jane to get 5 tickets for myself and the 4 trainees that will be joining me at the event.)

"Alright. I'll call you Saturday with times and all that stuff."

Emily: Sounds good.

(Emily turns back to the bag, playfully punching it in joy, as I pivot my feet to the right and continue my walk.)

Sometimes, it's best to get back to where it all started. Where you first 'cut your teeth', in order to find what you have lost. To discover, what has laid dormant.

This isn't just something for the trainees to experience in a practical sense what I have been teaching them - no, what everyone here has been teaching them. It's also a chance for me to remind MYSELF of what it is I'm missing.

To reacquire the feeling of freedom. To ecstasy that I had for the business. Both from the standpoint of a fan AND the standpoint of a wrestler.

To just have fun.

Something that I can admit I have forgotten in the last few months of my career. Of my life.

Both inside and outside of the ring.

Something I hope to rediscover.

(End)

Character Development Piece
The Fallen Road (Part 1)

Date: 22/12/2018
Location: Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
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Ever since I came back home. Ever since I announced that I would be 'retiring' (or, as much as one can possibly retire from the realm of professional wrestling), people have asked the same 1-word question. Each and every time I have encountered them in the streets or when I have done the 'meet and greet' circuit.

A question that I have heard many a time throughout my career. No. Throughout my life.

That is simply: Why?

Why did I walk away?

Why did I retire, when it seemed to be a question of 'when' would I take the world title and not one of if I would?

It's a question that I haven't given a real answer to, electing to instead just tell them all the same thing. The same blunt, yet dancing around the question sort of response.

"It'll all come out in time,".

It's the only way I can *truly* answer the question right now, as I'll be honest. Even I don't know the full truth behind the machinations that led to this occurrence. It's one of those things that even *I* can't rationalise.

Even as I sit here, at home, beside my newly wedded wife and the most important person to me in the world, Bianca. Yes, that is the primary reason I came back - as it is what we both desired. For the day that we would commit the rest of our lives to one another to be done in the location where we first met. The place, where it all began for us.

The very essence of everything 'coming full circle', so to speak. Or, to us - how it should be. Just as life itself should be, even if our passage back to the circle's origin hasn't been as we designed. For one cannot define or decode their passage. The route in which their life shall lead, but merely remember and acknowledge that it all comes back to their roots.

Their 'origin story', so to speak. Irrespective of how much they attempt to claim. How much they attempt to subvert their own fate. It'll always track them down. It will always linger within them.

Trust me, I know this all too well - I have had it occur multiple times in my life. You can NEVER escape your roots.

For Bianca.

For me, that is one location.

The ONLY location that was fitting. That felt right to entwine our destinies.

Our joint fates.

Eltham High School.

It was our 'homecoming'. Our way of honouring; of remembering that without this school. Without the moments we shared here, there would be no 'us'. That everything that led to this very moment, would never have come to pass. In some ways, that may have seemed beneficial, I know - especially as this wasn't the initial plan.

That our union was NOT what either of us had planned when we first met. When the flame, was nothing more than a dull glow, as my mind. My heart was set on someone else.

Somebody, who I still yearn for.

Who I still love eternally.

Joely.

Yet she was just as important to this tale. If it wasn't for Eltham High, I would not have met her either, so again - the school is the annexing piece. The element that ties it all together. The glue, if you wish to call it that.

Deep down, I know she's within our hearts, smiling. Happy. Understanding that this is what NEEDED to occur, in order for my mind to FINALLY find peace.

With myself.

To finally accept that it was time to stop letting it ruin me.

To stop it from festering further inside of my head and letting 'Zion' take over.

I've transversed that road of decay. Or despair. Of pure darkness and misery. I've experienced the torment of 'Zion'. It's NOT something I wish to ever face again.

Nor do I wish for Bianca to ever have to see me that way again. For we BOTH know that it will only lead to a wedge being driven between us. Just as it was in the past. Yes. I can admit that this hasn't been the 'smoothest' of courtships.

That the route to yesterday wasn't a fairytale. It wasn't a simple " love story". A case of 'love at first sight, ' as some might call it. That's just unrealistic.

That's not how life operates, no matter how much we try to convince ourselves that it is. No matter how much Television and movies attempt to portray it as. A little secret for you. This isn't a movie. This isn't a Television show, where you can devise it. Script everything to be absolutely perfect.

No.

This is reality, where not everything is going to flow like a river. Well, one that flows free and smooth anyway. It's more like a rocky river.

One susceptible to riptides and currents flowing through it. Crashing against the rocks that lay scattered throughout this hypothetical river.

Just like my life itself.

Just like the scars I wear upon my body. The scars, that still plague my mind.

(Zoom in to the scars littered throughout Scotty's body, with flashes of him in the ring, throughout what has been an illustrious career in the ring.)

(Zoom back out to the house setting, with Scotty and Bianca sitting atop a anchor grey couch, with a 3/4 filled 1.25 litre bottle of Pepsi max on the oak floor, next to his right foot.)

(BGM: What I've Overcome - Fireflight)

And honestly, I wouldn't ask for it to be any other way. Not even if I COULD write it out on script format and make everything fall into the perfect design. Because that's not who I am. That's not who I have ever been. That's not WHO I wanna be either.

I don't wanna be that guy who has everything.

The guy who has lived a sheltered life and never faced turmoil.

Never struggled.

Never had to scratch and claw their way to becoming who I am today. That's simply unrealistic to expect.

I know Bianca is the same way.

(I turn to look at Bianca, who simply gives me an approving nod in response. No words needed.)

I'm just telling you the truth. About where I am. About where I've been since I walked away from the ring last week. Everything else, shall come out when the time is right for it to.

(I sigh, knowing that I must now answer the inevitable question that is lingering in people's minds. Or at least, what they WILL be asking themselves the moment this airs.

That is: 'Will you ever return to wrestling? The OWA?'.

A question, they have every right to be asking. As if I was in their shoes, I'd be asking the same thing.)

Will I ever be back? Right now, I honestly don't know. I honestly cannot answer that.

All I can say is: Maybe.

(End).

Showing the Work

[A beaming April Song is making her way to the backstage area after the main event of Odyssey, tearing off the athletic tape around her wrists as she stops to speak to the gathered press there.]

Well, that didn’t quite go as I expected. I mean, the result of course was what I knew it would be. Roni is a fine champion and I’m obviously one of the best technical wrestlers walking the planet, but I’ll be damned, Stephanie Matsuda called it right down the middle. No favoritism, no BS. I applaud her for that. I still want to beat the everloving piss out of her, but I guess my rage can subside for a little while.

Now, I’m not meaning to be rude, but Azumi, what the hell were you doing while you were gone? I mean, when I left after our match and returned to OWA, I actually did some wrestling. Strong Style Wrestling, DIVISION, LAW. What the hell were you doing? Collecting Hatchimals? Painting? Ice sculpting? You come back and insert yourself into a title situation and lay an egg like that? You need to get yourself together, Zumi-Chan. Of all the times I’ve beaten you, this was by far the easiest, even in a tag team spot. I expect a lot more than that from someone I see as a fitting rival. To be fair to you, I don’t think you were expecting the Brave Bird, were ya? That was an addition to my arsenal that came about while you were away. If you want to play again sometime, I’ll gladly show you a few more things that I’ve learned.

I want to take all the credit for the win tonight, but I can’t despite getting the deciding fall. Roni carried her weight too. You see, you can have an Ace and a Queen, but still lose to a pair in a game of poker. You see, they may “outrank” us on the card, but we held our ground as a collective unit and proved that the Goddesses Championship scene is the scene to be in these days. We functioned as a unit, they bickered and squabbled like little children before, during and after the match. Now that our match as over, we can get back down to business. Roni’s a nice girl. A fighting champion, no doubt. Someone who has an inspirational story, someone who overcame a lot to be a winner.

But she’s not ready to be what I think she can be.

I’m all about elevating championships. I don’t think they make the person, the person makes them. Every title I’ve held, I wanted to make sure that my reign was strong enough to invite only the best to go after it, to bring out the best in my opposition and in effect bring out the best in whatever division of whatever company I was in. I have the experience to elevate that championship even beyond what Dulce was able to do with it. Roni does not. At least not at this moment. She’s good, but she can be better...and I’m going to DRAW better out of her when we meet at Hardcore Havoc...or I’m going to beat the breaks off her and take that belt from her. It’s her choice, really. I want that title, but I want it to be a symbol of excellence counter to the symbol of disgrace that the Women’s World title is right now.

Case in point...just look who is conveniently slid in to challenge for the title next: Christie Sky. I have no truck with her, but was she really anything special before she left? And, just like Goto, she comes back in and inserts herself into the business of Dulce Torres, one of the people who truly deserves a World Championship match if any such person on the roster exists? And guess what, Viola announces that the person who wins that match is the new top contender? I mean, I don’t particularly care since I’m going to be holding my own titles around here and LAW soon enough, but that’s ridiculous.

Anyone notice that a name is conveniently being shuffled back to the bottom of the deck?

Diantha, get your head out of your ass. You should already be at least at Roni and I’s level but you’re slacking. Don’t be like your drunk of a brother, don’t be a jackass like your former tag partner and ...girlfriend? Whatever. Look, get on a roll and get yourself out of this little slump you’re on. I know you deserve to be Champion, the fans know you deserve it, and Viola knows you deserve it too. But as long as you’re dicking about struggling with the Giant Bullies, she’s totally justified in holding you back.

I know it’s weird, gassing up someone else to take a swipe at Natalie instead of doing it myself. But, you know what? I have enough on my plate and my own ambitions to achieve.

Oh, Olympus? What’s up? I’ve been off the past couple of weeks. You guys didn’t forget about lil’ ol’ me, did ya? I can beat down men just as easily as I can the women. Like I said before, my schedule is heavy, my attention is divided on many different things...but bell to bell? Nobody on this fucking planet has more focus, drive and determination than I do.

[April walks away, still smiling.]

*A door opens into a spacious art studio overlooking downtown Lincoln, Nebraska. The sun shines through the window onto Ambrose who is sitting at an art easel. The big canvas he’s painting is facing him while he faces the camera. There are women scattered around the studio doing various art projects. The women are either extravagantly dressed or have nothing on at all, no in between. Zapp and Roger’s “So Ruff, So Tuff” plays faintly in the background.

Richardson dabs his paint brush a couple times into his palette but before he starts to paint again he looks to the camera with a grin.*

AMBROSE

Art can be a horrible thing to a weak person. The weak look at art as something to torture them. The art takes them over to the point of pain. These weak individuals wallow in self-pity. The darkness they claim to get their inspiration from comes from simply turning their light switch to “OFF”. They ain’t anything special.

I speak from experience. I’ve had my demons. In the beginning of my illustrious career I put myself through needless struggles for my art. The isolation, the exhaustion, the drugs, the starvation to be perfect all in the name of art. I was horrible to myself but most of all I was horrible to the people around me. Loved by fans but I had no friends. I rose to the top being a tyrant.

*Ambrose leans back to look at his artwork. One of the not-so-clothed women comes up behind him and slides her hand down his chest. Richardson continues painting.*

AMBROSE

Realizing this, I traded tyranny for ambition. Drugs and alcohol for love and glitter. I’m universally loved, successful, and at the height of my artistic career. There is a light. There is freedom from the torture.

There’s a light that you have to feed. If you don’t...well, you turn into my opponent. A sad incel that believes art needs to be dark and melodramatic. Picky is a poor, sorry even, knockoff of my good friend, Marilyn Manson. Picky is an art hoe looking for attention from the Gram. Where I’m from we don’t love them hoes.

*All the women in the room snicker at the last line and start walking toward Ambrose as he stands up. Ambrose turns the painting around to reveal and flawless portrait of Edgar beat up, swollen, and bloody.*

AMBROSE

I slayed my demons and I will slay any other false flexing, theatrical ham that is put in my way.

Picky, baby, you will see more than the light in art. You will see the stars.

*The girls gather around the sides of the painting and blow glitter over the canvas. Richardson taps it on the ground once and the glitter falls off most of the painting leaving the glitter on the bloody spots on Edgar’s face foreshadowing Edgar Pickman’s soon-to-be future.

“So Ruff, So Tuff” fades in louder before fading out.*

A Grotesque Appearance

(We open up to a scenic design of that of a bar. Edgar is seen sitting in the middle of the bar and soon is heard talking to no one. Edgar looks across his right shoulder, stares at complete darkness for a bit, before turning his head back being straight)

Ambrose. What a lovely name. Really, it is as it has a dark tone to it and has a bit of mystic to it. Did you know that it comes from the Latin name Ambrosios, which means Immortal? I suspect that you didn't for only a true scholar of the arts would have known that or that Ambrose is also the name of the food for the Greek Gods. Again probably not, but what do I know. What I do know is that I find your whole appeal insulting and downright grotesque. This whole idea of yours that masculinity is in trouble and there is no sex appeal in wrestling is and what other idiotic ideas you have is laughable.

(Edgar begins to laugh like a madman for a minute before stopping)

I know, you are some sort of famous singer, artist, or model or at least that is what I have been told and read online, but you know what really strikes a nerve with me. You said that the artistic expression in wrestling has all but vanished and that my dear fool is a total load of shit.

(Edgar spins around his stool and is now facing the camera directly and has a manic look on his face)

My quick match with Trent was full of artistic expression from his arrogant ways or showboating to me finishing him with my Red Inked Lariat. My promos are artistic, the way I speak is artistic, and so on. So when we have our match I will show you artistic expression and I will show what a true artist is truly about.

(Edgar runs his hand through his hair before smiling. The lights go off and Edgar begins to manic laughing as when the lights come back on they reveal disfigured and awful looking dolls surrounding Edgar and the feed begins to fade away.)

The Man in the Farm

As a beating sun creates a sweltering discomfort across a town seemingly trapped in time, a newcomer walks through, looking lost and in need of rest. The man is tall, fair and handsome, with a face that resembles that of a city dweller and not one acquainted to country living. This is a farm town, a place where manual labour and hard work is king. Where people still trade livestock for goods and services. As the newcomer walks the dirt road, smoke billowing out of a chimney at the top of a hill catches his eye. The chimney appears to be attached to a dilapidated farm, guarded by a gate that hasn’t had much maintenance in recent years.

As the young man’s hand comes down on the gate, an otherworldly chill goes down his spine, before a wrinkled, liver-spotted hand slams it shut.

“Y’all don’t wanna be going up there, mister.”

The old man’s face is as wrinkled and aged as his hand. He must be at least 80. Though the hard-working attitude of the town clearly is ingrained in him. He looks like he could probably take most men half his age in a fight. He has done nothing but work since a young age. A remnant of what America once was.

“And why would that be, old timer? Will the farmer mow me down with his shotgun?”

“He don’t use no gun, city slicker.”

“Why are you calling me that?”

“Because there ain’t no feller from within 500 square miles of here that sounds anythin' like you. I don’t know why you’re here, where you’re from or where you’re goin’, but if you want respite, you’re more than welcome to rent a room in our hotel. If you want food, we got a butcher, a baker and a-“

“Candlestick maker.”

“If I had a dollar for every sumbitch who said that, I coulda bought that there farm before…before…”

The old man’s grip breaks on the gate. His face, flushed with colour and a farmer’s tan goes white as a sheet. For the first time, the city boy is concerned.

“You okay there, buddy? You look pale as Hell.”

“Hell ain’t something that bothers me. Not anymore. That farm over yonder? McCleary’s. Been abandoned since I was a boy.”

“Damn, long fucking time, eh?”

“Don’t get smart. Bein' smart gets you into trouble ‘round these parts. I ain’t seen that farm in operation my whole damn life. It’s the kinda place you and your friends would hang out in and cause trouble. Where you’d smoke cigarettes and show each other nudey magazines that you found under your older brother’s bed. A place that the local addict would hole himself up in to die, only for his body not to be discovered until a month later because the smell of rotten flesh finally rolled on down the hill and knocked half the damn town sick. It’s an eyesore and if it were up to me, I’d see it get burned to the ground. Problem is it’s a listed buildin’. Our town’s founder was born up there. Back when this place was nothin’ more than a trading outpost. From that farm, this town was built. The road you stand on was paved by the money it brought in.”

“But…?”

“But three weeks ago…we got another stranger comin’ through here.”

“Like me?”

“Nothin’ like you, kid. You speak, for one. And you don’t make me feel like God’s abandoned my life when I see you. This man…if you can call him that…he walks into the mayor’s office. He has no invitation, no appointment, nothin’. He just…walks in. He points out the window at the farm and hands over a check for two million dollars. Let me tell you right now, that amount of money has never once been in this town. Our treasurer had to take a five hour journey to find a bank that would deposit it.”

“Seems like a hell of a lot of money for a shithole.”

“That property ain’t even worth the material it’s made of. This guy comes in and hands over millions for it. Shit, you could buy the whole damn town for that much. And then that was it. He just walks up there and hasn’t come down since. I don’t know who he is, not his name, nothin’. All I know is that he’s dressed head-to-toe in black, not a single patch of skin showin’. And the thing that makes me shit my pants the most? He wears a gas mask.”

“What?”

“You heard me, a gas mask. Glowin' red eyes like a monster from the stories your mama tells ya at night. One look from those soulless eyes and you freeze up. Nothin’ is real anymore. All you feel is…empty. I see him from time to time. He walks out his door with an axe and will just chop wood for hours, non-stop. I’ve been told he once chopped for 10 hours straight. No break, no food, no water. Just kept goin’ like an animal. This heat is one thing, but he’s completely covered in black, how in the hell ain’t he dead in there?”

The young man doesn’t look too impressed by the old timer’s story. In fact, he looks mildly amused.

“Well, I stopped believing in ghost stories a while back, sir. So if you don’t mind, I’m gonna head up there for myself and say hi. Maybe he’s like me and just wants to get away from the hustle and bustle of it all. Catch you later, maybe I’ll buy you a beer.”

Much to the old timer’s chagrin, the city boy opens the gate, letting out a creak that could wake the dead. As he trudges up the hill with McCleary’s growing ever closer, the sound of slow, heavy, deliberate breathing starts to come into earshot. Last chance to turn back…

Journal Entry #001 – A Constant State of Death

Pain is a memory, as is feeling. It’s just…gone. All of it. The feeling of rain on my hand, wind on my face, hot, cold, fear, hate. I cannot call myself alive. To be alive is to feel. To feel is to be alive. So why can’t I? Should I believe the doctor who told me my nerve endings were severed? Should I believe the soldiers who told me I was indestructible? Why should I believe any of them? There’s only one truth in this life and it’s the one that you carry. I had to strip the lies away to realise what I’d become. The ones I chose to live with…parasites. Donny, James, Lieta, the countless maggots who dared call themselves soldiers. As I’m writing this, I don’t know why I bothered. Ground Zero. Wolvesden. Why? WHY?!

Why indeed. Do I carry anger? Do I carry hate? Or am I just a vessel for carnage, doomed to continue this cycle of violence until the motor wears out? That’s a calling. A calling is bestowed upon you by a higher power. I’ve spent my life answering to others and learned there is no higher power. Kenny Drake thought himself to be God…but God had to send a Devil to remind him of his place. That God though, he’s no higher power. He’s a coward who avoids looking at the shithole he’s created. The locals here believe God has abandoned this place because of me, He was never even here. This town has no soul, no purpose. They’re so devoid of meaning that they took a grossly inflated sum for a building that you could generously describe as a cesspit. But it’s out of the way, it’s quiet, it’s mine. Finally, something that I can call mine. No barracks, no bunks, no guards. If someone shows up at my door looking for a fight, it’s me and me alone who can defend the homestead. And what a place to defend. Who would even want to come up here? It’s perfect. To hide in plain sight. I did nothing but chop wood for ten hours the other day and didn’t hear a single soul. Bliss.

And now the next chapter can begin. Kenny Drake. My brother, my best friend, my worst enemy. A man I love and hate in equal parts. I owe him a thank-you. I owe him the world. He finally set me free and allowed me to refocus on what matters: to remind the world that you’re never truly safe. Finnegan Wakefield was a necessary sacrifice. I hope he gets to read this. I hope he knows that I don’t hate him. Hate is not why I’m here. Finn felt alive. As the blood poured from his mouth, he felt more alive in that moment than he ever had in his life. And I can make that promise to Moongoose McQueen.

Moongoose…what do I know about him? Who is he? Why does he do what he does? I have no history with the man, no reason to dislike him. But I must perform my duty. I must go where I have to and spread the good word. Set the man free. The God of War…a small world, to be sure. The very tournament that I failed to win in a past life. The title of “God” is thrown around a lot these days. But who am I to begrudge Mr. McQueen his victory? His guaranteed world title shot? I will let him live with that glory. I will let him continue down his hedonistic path of sin because sin is why I can thrive. Paragons are so…uninteresting. McQueen is anything but. He is a peculiar figure, one who is truly unique in a world of cardboard cut-out match machines who chase five-star ratings rather than meaning.

That’s the crux of it all: meaning. What does it mean to be Moongoose McQueen? Does it mean I am to fear the man? At the event he claimed his godly title, I was executed. My body was destroyed and only my black soul remains. Which is what McQueen has to take into consideration. Can he bear the burden of welcoming me back to the world? Can he look me in my eyes and believe he is the one to stop me on my quest? I admire his individuality. His drive. His spirit. But every man can be broken, I learned that one the hard way. I’ve met my limit. I’ve stared straight into the abyss and was dared to blink. Once you’re pushed past that point, you’re left wondering just how much further you can go? What is there for me to do to Mr. McQueen? What does he have to offer me? No punch nor kick nor slap nor lick can get through to me. Only the spirit can. Only the strongest of wills. Is will what Moongoose McQueen is the bearer of? Am I looking at a man who embodies the hard-working attitude that keeps this town I have chosen to settle in afloat?

It remains to be seen. But I am very much looking forward to seeing just what exactly awaits. I am not looking back. I am not here to bring up where I was anymore. This is putting it all to bed. Moongoose McQueen’s bravado and cavalier attitude is going to be my trial. A test from me to me. I can hit him as hard as I want and shatter every bone in my hand and I won’t know about it. That knowledge gives me comfort. It gives me strength. It gives me…wait, there’s somebody at the door…

CD, 'butterfly effect' November 18th 2019, 1:25 am by Rob

OWA Promos! (CLOSED AS OF 1/14/20) - Page 2 CiriPromo123%2B%25283%2529

christie 'ciri' sky

'butterfly effect'

first character developmental after return

+ christie's voice,
+ voiceover
+ - // scenery

T I M E W I L L S E E U S R E A L I G N

November 3rd, 2019 | Denver, Colorado
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- // The screen slowly brightens and sharpens out of the blurred scenery. In the background calm song is playing that gives the impression of peace and freedom. Birds chirping, leaves rustling, wind and water are heard too. Suddenly from the blurred scenery Christie Sky appears in slow motion, the face of the projector light shining on on her face. She has a butterfly fluttering on her face. Suddenly Sky opens her eyes.

A lot has happened in my life since my last performance. All memories returned. All the emotions that accompanied me only a few years ago. Despite all the hard work, everything was in ruins. Nobody knows me from my real side. This is the time for you to listen to me really carefully and decide for yourself how you will receive it. Just a few years ago, when my dearest grandmother - Marylin, kept me from something really bad. She was the person I lived for, for whom I took steps for a better tomorrow. A person who gave me the daily sense of being someone who wants be just better. In outside, human can change, but inside, never in his heart. The psyche increases with time, sometimes worsens. However, in my case I feel.. As if it were a butterfly effect. The little flutter could do too much in my life. I took my grandmother's death not as a flutter of butterfly wings, but as a total destruction of the whole world. I lost my breath. I felt to my knees. I couldn't accept such a big loss like this. Once my grandmother said, "Go towards the light." While her body, comparable to a cold rock, lay in a casket... I wanted to give her a lot. Using this sequence, I gave her, as a teenager, literally a light in a vial. It was the moment that ended my memory. I was healing, I tried not to think about it. I felt like 4 stone balls were attached to my back. One ball was my grandmother's death. The second ball was my past. Third ball was my all fears.. And the fourth? The fourth moved most smoothly, it seemed empty. I discovered that this is my future. It depends on me how it will roll and how it will be perceived by the environment. The only question I asked myself then was... What now? While I was taking my first steps in this business, I felt that I had to throw away all my emotions not only in eternal crying, but also in the fight that I fought with myself. My heaviest rival in my whole career...Was me. I couldn't look in the mirror without any emotions. I could see my grandmother behind me who was pushing me as far as possible. I felt it detach all three of my heaviest stone balls. But she left the fourth one. She got heavier with each workout.

"Are you ready for this burden?"

'Is wrestling the right weight adapted to your abilities?'

I never gave up. I've always pursued my goals. I started as a novice. In the first organization that became my oasis. In which I spread my wings like a phoenix from the ashes. I flew high up. I have become someone I am proud of. I became a world champion. I became an icon in the hall of fame. Immediately after that I went for more, I became an 11-time world champion. However, I felt ... That it was not enough. I felt unsatisfied. I wanted something bigger, a bigger challenge. In addition to town organizations, I watched the largest organization in the world on television at the time. Then I told myself ... Fuck. I want to share the same ring with them. I want to feel it, I want to feel real fierce competition. But what? What would the challenge be without any complications? My contract has been rejected. I was just pushed away. I felt like 'unwanted talent'. Again, years of effort to feel the best... They were in ruins. Despite everything, I continued to pursue my goal. I returned to urban federations. Further in the back of my head I have rejection. After all, I knew that I did not have any chance to face even for the championship with any superstar. But I wanted to experience it. I spit in my chin. My emotions returned to me again. I fell into a hole.

Watching stars such as Stephanie Cloud Matsuda, Aria Jaxon, Tarah Nova, Azumi Goto, Sheridan Muller, Eris Lecava, Heart Break Gal, Madison Kaline, Cailin Dillon, Cameron Ella Ava... and late Brody Sparks gave me pleasure. 'Cloud' made a huge impression on me, I saw in her stubbornly and devotion to her family, it affected my contacts with my loved ones. I perceived Aria as a confident, hard-working person. She was fearless. Watching her, my confidence grew up. Tarah Nova .. A Leader. She wanted to rule, she wanted to get the whole world. Despite her firmness, she had something crazy in her. I liked it, watching her learned that everything should not be taken seriously. Azumi Goto. Despite defeats, she rose and headed back to the summit again. I knew not to give up after any failure. Late Brody Sparks. On behalf of the fact that 'Brody Sparks' appreciation month' currently reigns, I would like to add a my brick. This is a fairly serious topic and I am afraid to speak on it. I didn't know Brody, I never had the opportunity to exchange words with her. But when i watched her on TV.. It was something amazing and speechless. This woman knew no limits. She wanted to spread her heritage. Has achieved so much. She has became one of the best. From conversations in private conversations about Brody... I understood that she was a very loved person. Full of empathy for everyone. It doesn't matter if you have been in this business for 2 years, 20 years, 10 months or only just 5 minutes. She had time for everyone. What her closest friends are doing now is something amazing. I would like to strive to be at least 10% as good as her. She was radiant enough that her 'spark' would never fade. So much talent in such a small body. She is the definition that the most is in the smallest. Watching Brody, I learned to not to look at what others are saying. I learned to count on myself and create my own future. Thank you, Brody.

However, continuing. About a year ago I noticed that something was missing. One of the biggest names are missing there. I saw a new organization, Omega Wrestling Alliance. I decided to try. I decided that I was 100% ready for it. I was able to sign the contract without any complications. Today I make my dreams come true. I share the ring with names such as Stephanie Matsuda, Aria Jaxon, Tarah Nova and Azumi Goto. This is really happening. I feel like a butterfly. I spread my wings and fly. The butterfly is a sign of freedom. Now.. I feel like, i'm finally free.

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When I joined the Omega Wrestling Alliance, I wanted to combine all superstars into one. I wanted to be something the organization wants. I wanted to revolutionize all this business. I wanted too much. I took part in Athena's Cup Tournament. I won my debut match. I was on the tounges of all commentators and all superstars. "Christie Sky got the win over Jessica Rose!" 'Christie Sky beat Megan Harper!' At that moment I felt that nothing could stop me. I worked every day. I trained hard. I just felt... Free. I was myself. I wanted to dominate, I wanted to reach the top of the Olymp to face the goddesses, with Aria Jaxon, Tarah Nova, Stephanie Matsuda... People were crazy. In the back, everyone patted my shoulder for my good work. They wished their best and felt that I could do something great. They said they needed someone like me. However, I got excited too soon. I have reached the finals. I knew I could do it. However, I forgot that anything could happen in this fight. I have been deceived. I was humiliated. I lost in the finals, but I won in my heart. After this match... I broke. I sat down and when I was undoing the tapes from my hands... It was all supposed to be for Marylin. I was supposed to touch the top, catch the rock and stay there. And one thing happened, I grabbed the rock, but I was tied up around it and felt like Prometheus. I felt a vulture circling over me. He would attack me every second. With every moment I was getting more pain. I just gave up. I spit in my chin. I sat down and thought, what now? Once again I felt like I had balls attached to my back. But a moment later I thought ... "Okay, I'll be like her. I'll get up and go on the path to the top." Do you think I succeeded? I was added to the Triple Threat Match for the Goddesses Championship at Trifecta. I fought Dulce Torres and Roni Ozborn. From the beginning I knew that I was not mentally prepared. I knew I would fail. And so it happened. After all, I returned to my hotel room. I looked in the mirror. I started sobbing. The way I was walking... I was proud. I was proud despite everything, I wanted the most, even though I love wrestling. Even though I love my family... I wanted to finish it all. Something hit me again. It was one of the worst times in my life. Again I felt that people didn't want to talk to me. That I lose my feelings, I lose control over myself, and above all through my mind. I lost hope again for a better tomorrow. I needed to rest. When I came back to my my husband and my child were waiting there. The first person to know about my condition was Rob. My husband saw in our conversations and in my deeds how much I changed. He saw me leave my body and no one controlled me. While I bent down to say hello to my child... Victoria asked me directly one quesion.

'Mom, why you're showing life so ugly? You have someone to catch your breath for.'

Then I broke. My eye glow appeared. A tunnel appeared in my mind that represented all the happiest stages of my life. From birth to hugs of my parents, from conversations with my grandmother to meeting my loved friends and my husband. Wrestling appeared. My debut. Watching ***, learning a completely different evolution. Until my wedding and the birth of Victoria appeared. The girl becomes the same as her great grandmother. She lifted my spirits, and from that moment... The panther woke up in me. I lived like a panther. I felt like a panther ... And now I hunt like a panther. All bad emotions are gone. Because I understood why I lived. I want to spread my legacy. I want to be someone I dreamed about. I want to become the best Odyssey's goddess.

Since my sudden disappearance... Despite my deep depression, do you think I haven't watched anyone tapes completely? Eris, what are you proud of? That you cleared Odyssey from me? Just know... I'm not a typical celebrity who only makes a good impression for 5 minutes. But you are one of those who claim someone's successes, you color the stories even more to capture everything on your page. How are you not ashamed of telling the situation from Boiling Point? Do you still have something like honor? If it wasn't for your ridiculous band of pseudo occultists, you wouldn't achieve anything. You would be nobody. At heart you are nothing. You are nothing in the eyes of OWA Universe. I am very happy that you compare my tapes to Evanescence lyrics because they write really good songs. Or did it hurt you that Viola DeMarco did not mention you in the top talents in this business next to Azumi Goto and The Dollhouse, only me, despite my absence? I just want to let you know that at your special request I am coming back so that you can try this time to REALLY "clean Odyssey" from the hottest rising star of Omega Wrestling Alliance in 2019. You will have the opportunity soon, but this time I will not forgive you how humiliated Athena, and my name.

Because I know who I am and I know what I want.

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Odyssey Promo 1: Sleepy House

(The camera opens on a dark alleyway. A ginormous yawn emits from a nearby dumpster. The lid pops open, and like a broken jack in the box, Derelict rises from the refuse of society slowly, stretching as he stands waist deep in what appears to have been his bedding for the night. His still half-slit eyes catch sight of the camera. As if believing he's seeing a mirage, Derelict rubs his eyes with both fists and begins to step over the lip of the dumpster.)

The Derelict: Well look whose finally interested in the Derelict again. If it isn't OWA...it's OWA, right? I haven't heard from you guys since I destroyed my body fighting for brand supremacy at Civil War. I can't act surprised that after you were done with me that you decided to drag me behind the dumpsters and leave him to die. Why waste bandages when I can just plug my wounds with trash and hope for the best, right? It's not like your medical teams were rushing to my aid after I took the brunt of the offense for my team, and dealt out just as much in return I'd venture to say if I were patting myself on the back. But like everyone around here I'm not in the business of congratulating me or thanking me with a shallow token of gratitude. I mean, I do have the Openweight championship...around here...somewhere...

(Derelict reaches back in the dumpster and shuffles around some trash before waving off his half-hearted search and walking toward the mouth of the alleyway.)

The Derelict: It'll pop up somewhere...I mean, not like anyone cares around here. If they did I'd be defending it against this same sad sack Layne Kurobane for another month before breaking his spirit and sending him packing like the rest. I will give Olympus credit though in this regard; they know you haven't earned it. You had your shots, you lost, and now you don't get anything else until you prove you're worthy again. That's how the world should work. Funny how it normally doesn't pan out that way. Just ask Roxy. Oh Roxy, my Sweet, Sweet, Roxy. You think you're some edgy tough gal because mommy and daddy busted a few skulls back in their heyday and now you get to reap the benefits of sharing the same gene pool. I hate to tell you this, but that ain't how it works. You can't just coast off of the genetic lottery all of your life, but you know what? I wont even blow you off wholesale as some legacy capitalizing off of a trust funds worth of street cred she hasn't earned yet. Truth be told, you're a great athlete, and you're one cutthroat bitch who isn't afraid to hurt a few feelings by cutting a few expendable hundred pounds of worthless humanity. You've clearly made it far in this business without too much help from mommy dearest, and to be frank, I don't blame you for exploiting her muscle and savvy when you can. I'm sure I don't have to tell you that you're less than five and a half feet tall, and that my left leg weighs more than your entire body. You call yourself a 'Barbie Doll', and to be honest, when it comes to facing off against a big fellow like myself you fill out the proportions of a pink, plastic, play thing. I eat more than you weigh, and I'm homeless. If you have a weakness it's the fact that you care whether or not people believe you're doing this all on your own and not riding the coattails of a family or a faction. You consistently worry about a shadow being reflected upon you that you insist on stepping into every time that the struggle gets to be a little too much for you. Your weakness is ego, and I'm here to tell you that you don't have room for one in that tiny frame of yours.

(The Derelict steps out into the light of day and begins to walking with his thumb in the wind.)

The Derelict: A handout isn't something you should view as a weakness. I take advantage of them all the time. So do you, my sweet, sweet, Roxy. Someone's always at your back, and that's smart as long as you know you can trust them not to put a knife between your shoulder blades. I mean forget it, a girl like you? that looks like you? You get everything handed to you in life anyway. Let's be straight up about it: you've never paid for a speeding ticket, never bought your own drink, and never went hungry, because there was always a sucker in front of you that you could flip your hair and bat your eyes at who'd trip over his jaw to do your bidding just for the off chance that the implications you put out there might be fulfilled. Even if you don't have a disposable beau in arm's reach, you have maw and paw's money to get you out of a pinch don'tcha? Can't get a job somewhere as Sweet Roxy? Why not drop a V at the end of the resume? or bring in ma as a package deal? speaking of her, why make your own connections when mom can pick your friends? Thinking about it, it's kind of cute that you rely on kicks and stomps to put people down because I bet your feet don't have a single callous on them. An angel like you never touches the ground, doesn't mingle with us grounded mortals, and breathes only rarefied air...that is...until a guy like me comes along and rips you down from the top of the Christmas tree, plucks your wings, and bites your head off for fun.

(Derelict smirks with a perverse coyness as a car pulls up next to him. He winks at the camera as he opens the door. From inside the car, Toto's "Rosanna" emits from the sound system. Derelict grimaces, holds up one finger of pause toward the camera, and crawls inside. The camera watches as the car goes a few yards up the road and stops. After a moment's pause, and a little rocking on the axles, the driver goes flying out of the car. Derelict's massive form slides into the driver's seat, adjusts the rear view, and flashes the hazards as he flies back in reverse. Derelict pulls up beside the cameraman and kicks the passenger side door open. Reluctant at first, but then convinced by the Derelict's every narrowing glower, the camera man hops in the car. As he does so, Derelict peels out before his door can close behind him.)

The Derelict: Buckle up or you've fuckled up. Change that damn radio while you're at it...fucking hate Toto.

(The cameraman hysterically starts fumbling with the radio until The Derelict grabs his hand off the knob just as the station turns over to "Search & Destroy" by Iggy Pop and the Stooges.)

The Derelict: There's a lot of insecurity heading into this match. You've got doll face acting like she can go potty by herself when she can barely clear my knee without getting on Papa Robbie's shoulders, and then there's old broken record Layne Kurobane. They both think their paths to the top are through hard work and determination, training, and simply being the best at doing holds. Or I should say that at least they've diluted themselves to thinking that way. You'd think Layne would've learned by now that such tactics wont beat me. He's tried to out-wrestle me and it never works. Tomorrow keeps giving him a 'reign' check when it comes to being it's champion. I'm dealing with two Napoleon Complexes at once here. Maybe that'll benefit them. Maybe I'll be able to stack them on top of one another's shoulders so that one of them can at least punch me in the face without having to gnaw at my ankles first. I keep telling everyone that it doesn't matter how many holds you know or suplexes you throw; if my limbs are stronger than yours then I'm not getting submitted. If my body is too dense to lift, then you can't hit me with the Golden Dragon Japanese Spike #2 with Dumplings suplex that you learned on excursion. A master painter can't paint if he lacks the tools capable of pulling off those broad and fancy strokes. A skilled surgeon's nothing without competent and steady hands, no matter how many Latin textbooks he reads. Don't you get it, Layne? You're an incomplete man when it comes to facing me. We've learned you can't compensate in other areas, and that you can't out-strike, outsmart, or out-muscle me. The sad thing is that despite all of your hard work in the gym, a one-hundred-and-nothing pound gal like Roxy, who isn't afraid to stoop to get ahead, has a better chance against me than you ever will. I tell you this not because I'm here to break your spirit and call you a hypocrite like I did with Jake Keeton, or demean your efforts and tell you that they bare no fruit like I did with the Odyssey and Kingdom roster. I'm also not here to tell you that I respect you and your heart, because I think you're dumb for thinking it somehow makes you worthy and capable of winning. I tell you all of this so that you can step aside and let the big man and the little girl have a real fight for once. You've horned in elsewhere and cost others their chances by trying to make everything your moment, and honestly for that I thank you, but outside of that meager point of gratitude that I'm sure you wont appreciate playing accomplice to, I feel nothing for you man. No hate, no contempt, no resentment, or even pity. Nothing. Your presence in my life has been little more than a gnat flying around a horse's ass. The horse will occasionally unconsciously swat at it with his tail through mere muscle twitch instinct, but to the horse the gnat is ineffective at gaining his attention and nonexistent within his world as a threat. If you step into the ring with me again I'll destroy you on sheer principle of being dumb enough to continue buzzing around my ass. Face it man; you can't beat me. I'm your ceiling when it comes to what you can accomplish in the ring. I know it eats you up inside, but you need to walk away because this is never going...to...do you smell that?

(Derelict watches in frustration as plumes of smoke emit from beneath the hood.)

The Derelict: Shit...Hold on to somethin'

(Derelict fishtails into a parallel parking space without slowing, sending the cameraman flying from the car in the process. Derelict tries to re-crank the car to no avail. He then exits the vehicle and pops the hood. After fanning smoke out of his face, his eyes light up. He reaches into the motor elbow deep and starts fishing around.)

The Derelict: Yuh see the problem here with this year and model is ...

(He yanks the oil drenched and tattered Openweight Championship out of the smoky depths of the engine and holds it up for the fell cameraman to see.)

The Derelict:...the belt slips. Now how'd that get in there?

Camera Man: Was that the problem? Does this mean the car's fixed?

The Derelict: Oh, oh hell no. I don't know shit about cars. Besides, this car's hot anyway. How's it feel to be an accessory to grand theft auto? Get your ass up and let's get to walkin'.

(The camera man grunts and pushes himself to his feet. Derelict throws the greasy Openweight Championship over his shoulder, not bothering to look back as it slings oil into the camera's lens behind him.)

Camera Man: FUCK!

(Cut to black.)

Finnegan Wakefield or shall I call you "The Prodigal Son"? (Udy smiles as he removes his hood revealing his facepaint)

Let me tell you something Wakefield, let me give you a tour into the depths of the murkiness, the dark dense jungle of fear that's my mind. You see I am not your average Joe, nor am I your cos-playing shutter punk. I am just something you can't define. I have lost and I have the balls to accept it and come back to win the next time. I don't run with my tails tucked between my tails like you did earlier and comeback later to reclaim your 15 minutes of fame. You see Wakefield, you are a has been, a washed up man wanting to hold on to his legacy. And you call me out for trying to be INFAMOUS? (Udy smirks now)

You see I am more relevant with my hard fought losses at this age than you with your legacy and legends because you Wakefield will never reach the brass ring ever again and your downward spiral begins with me and ends with Sabe.....ends with HAVOC! (Udy now looks dead straight at the camera)

Wakefield I am fighting a battle everyday, a war has been my existence. And you make fun of my demons? What if I let IT out like your soon to be destroyer already has? Ask yourself one thing Wakefield, would you rather have me or would you..... (The voice trails off....as the room goes dark)

(Smokes come out and fill the room as a single flash light shines on the now empty chair)

Finnegan Wakefield welcome to the lair of the chaotic peace, welcome to hell!

(We see "The Infernal Beast" standing in the shadows and then slowly walking up to the spotlight)

(As he laughs and screeches, the light cuts to black)

NEW PERSON, SAME OLD MISTAKES -- TORONTO, ONTARIO, CANADA.

The last episode of Kingdom made it official. I have my next challenger, and goddamn, what a challenge he’ll present. I wasn’t supposed to have a dog in that fight. As the champion, I’m expected to face whoever is put in my path and vow to beat them. I know I could’ve beaten Carlos Rosso. I’ve got plenty of practice doing that. Yeah, the little “pixie” with the technicolor dye job has stomped all over the garden of The King of Roses more than once. And somehow, some way, if he’d managed to emerge from that number one contender’s match with the morbid honor of losing to me once again, I’d still have walked down that ramp at Hardcore Havoc just the same -- because that’s what a champion does.

But as fate would have it, that’s not what’s gonna be waiting for me. I don’t have another date lined up with Mr. All Talk and No Action. I get to tangle with someone I’ve been running in the same circles with for a long time, and it’s taken us this long to circle back around to facing one another. I like to think our title match will be worth the wait.

Won’t it, Kenny?

A little Golden Mafia infighting never hurt anyone, I guess. I mean, look at all the times Aren and Nas have tried taking each others’ heads off. I don’t know if you remember the last time -- our only time -- in the ring together. October of 2016 in Dubai on the little...show named for electricity. You had every intention of taking the Young Lions Cup from me, and I had every intention of hanging onto it. I remember both of us laying on the arena floor and staring up at the rafters. There was a ringing in my ears and birds flying around my head. And when it felt like I’d been internally screaming at myself forever to get up off my ass and finish you off, here comes Carson jumping his scruffy ass over the barricade. Yeah, this is back when y’all were at odds. Here’s to that infighting. But what that interference came the end of the match. I went on to notch the rest of my necessary defenses, and you went on to finish your story with Carson, and it would take all this time before our professional paths would cross again. How fitting it is that it once again revolves around gold.

Or, it will, once we actually get to that point. Before we have to be opponents, we gotta be teammates. I’ll be honest, if I was in your shoes, with the memory of the implosion of Wolvesden hardly a distant memory, I’d probably be hesitant to team with anyone ever again in any capacity. I’m not in your shoes, though. I can only give my best estimation of where I think your head might be. And from where I’m sitting, I see a man with a brand new lease and outlook on his career and his life. Niki is safe. Your son is home. You’re free from the cycle of trauma and violence that you’d been trapped in going tit-for-tat with that psycho Cage. You’re finally free to chase after the things that you want as opposed to the closure that you need. In that regard, I’m not in a position to be envied. Being on the opposite side of the will and determination of a newly-free man is an objectively bad place to be, but I don’t find myself dreading our match at Hardcore Havoc, Kenny. I’m looking forward to it. You’re the challenge I’ve been waiting for.

On the topic of obstacles, not too long ago, I was the challenge that Christopher Sabertooth needed so badly to overcome -- only to fail and find his resume still devoid of that world title reign he’s still craving. Is it wrong of me to say that losing to me triggered this little mental breakdown of yours? When you’re the world champion, all eyes are on you, and belt or no belt, you were determined to keep yourself in the conversation of people who mattered, weren’t you? When you realized you couldn’t really hang with the big boys in terms of title contention, you decided to take the easy way out and become a clout chaser. If you couldn’t topple the Queen, hey, why not pick a fight with the originator of all this shit? I’ll give you one thing; once you decided that you wanted the eyes of the world upon you, you picked the perfect place to do it. In a big-ticket, interbrand war, you threw caution to the wind, said “fuck you” to all the brand pride shit, and stunned everyone when you turned on Nas. Now you’re running around with a split personality and a recently-fired Zumiez cashier following you around like a shadow because you’ll try ANYTHING if it means being perceived as a threat again.

And that’s what you’re tryna alter here; the perception of you. Because as it stands now? The reality is that the once-promising prospect looks like he’s scrambling for a new strategy because he realized he wasn’t actually as special as he thought I was. What are your parents gonna think? What about your parents or your high school athletic director or your old babysitter or whatever other people you felt the need to pointlessly spotlight in the buildup to our match? You never did bring them back a world title, so what comes next? The long answer, the one pertaining to the weeks ahead is that you have to answer for all the underhanded shit you’ve done since Civil War. The short answer, the one only extending through this weekend, is that you lose. Again. If you want an escape from running on the hamster wheel, Chris, I’ll give it to you. I’ll take your hand -- right before I put my boot through your teeth.

Moongoose, while you’re playing the role of the plunger and bringing up old shit, it would do you good to remember that I’ve never hesitated to talk about the fucked up shit I’ve done in the past. You said it yourself; both Kenny and I have managed to move past having not necessarily been the best people. I’d argue that being a literal cult leader trumps anything I was up to, but...that’s a different conversation entirely.

You were there, dude. You know why I left that concentration camp where we used to work. Now, is that bad break an excuse for why I acted like a dick for months after that? No, but I can confidently say that drastic personality change never would’ve happened otherwise. And I’m not sitting here now pretending like it never happened. I walked around raising hell with The Phantom Troupe whenever I got the chance. I played dirty. I cheated. I left Savannah Sunshine lying, I choked Drake Jaeger unconscious, and I turned Jaydayne Pendragon into my own personal crash test dummy. The chip on my shoulder was weighing me down, and it took me far too long to realize it. For all of the heartache I caused, though, somehow siding with Team SSW at the first Civil War is worse than all of that? I don’t think that McAdams -- or anyone else, for that matter -- has forgotten the flag I chose to fly that night. I just think that everyone other than you has moved past it. But wait, you can’t afford to let my past transgressions rest, can you? Otherwise, how would you be able to justify the idea of making me pay for having been a shitty human being once upon a time? If you don’t use the flaws of everyone else in this match to try and bolster your argument that OWA is damn near broken beyond repair, how can you justify your idea that you’re the only man suited to repair it all? Your inability to succeed pre-God of War was not the fault of the OWA machine. Your previous failures are your burden to shoulder. Maybe if you were more worried about being a champion and less about pulling stupid ass stunts, you could’ve beaten Oasis back at Divine Retribution, and then it could’ve been your ass that I beat at Final Destination. We’ll have our day, though. I intend to be OWA World Champion for a very, very long time, and in that time, I expect the God of War to come knocking. When you do, all your visions of being the leader you think Kingdom deserves will go up in smoke yet again.

I should probably stop getting ahead of myself, though. You can assign all the extra value that you want to this tag match, Moongoose. I suppose you should. It’s not every day that you get a main event opportunity. In any case, this is Kingdom, sweetheart! You’re preparing yourself to be branded a martyr for whatever shit you might pull going forward. You know what? Do whatever you want. In this match, in all the matches that come, whatever. There’s nothing you can say that’ll make me paranoid, Moongoose. Dredge up my sins, bring your whole entourage to ringside, whatever. I saw through your three-ring circus a long time ago, and just because Harman Ardelean couldn’t put his money where his mouth was, it doesn’t mean that you magically become more of a threat to me. You’re playing dress-up as a God and I proved myself to be the undisputed Queen of Kingdom a long time ago. For all of the things you say people have forgotten, you’d better hope nobody remembers this loss of yours when it’s all said and done.

It’s easy to argue that I lucked out here. I got saddled with the partner who wants to take my title instead of...well, look at this dynamic between Moongoose and Sabertooth. Moongoose hates Sabertooth, and Sabertooth skipped his meds. It’s a powder keg waiting to ignite, but I’m not relying on that aforementioned luck or my opponents’ shortcomings to win. I have a title match to get ready for, gentlemen, and my eventual opponent is gonna have the best seat in the house when I do what I do best under those bright main event lights -- fucking deliver.

Long live The Queen, and long may she reign.

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"The Prodigal Son" Finnegan Wakefield

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A time-lapse of the sunset opened the candid; the bright, blazing sun fell down and replaced with the moon as the blue sky turned dark and the stars appeared to replace the clouds. A hard cut brings us to a close up of a coffee mug sitting on a table -- the dark steaming beverage showing the reflection of Finnegan Wakefield before the ceramic demitasse is raised to his lips for a cautious sip. His expression seems unreadable as we start to hear recognizable voices through echoed, distorted reflection. "Wakefield dives onto Sabertooth grabbing both of his arms ... he tries to lock in the Wakefield Special III!!! If he can get this in then it’s over! Nobody can escape Wakefield’s best submission hold! ... Chris Sabertooth is desperately scrambling and fighting with all his might to avoid Wakefield being able to cinch it in... GIGA DRILL BREAK! HE HITS IT! ... Here is your winner...CHRIIIIIIIIIS SAAAAAAAABERTOOOOOOOOTTTTTHHHHH!!! ... he managed to pull out the win tonight against Finnegan Wakefield ... But I don’t think he’s satisfied with just a win Lance! Chris Sabertooth just started kicking away at Finnigan Wakefield! He’s stomping a mudhole in the Prodigal Son! ..." Commentary. The voices of Morgan Shaw, Lance Hart and Ring Announcer Rita Gonzalas, although distorted in quality, are the familiar lines heard from the last Kingdom program. These voices seemingly stop as Finnegan takes a better mouthful of his coffee as he had been staring at his reflection for a little bit of time. We start to hear the internal monologue of Finnegan Wakefield in his voice as he looks out of what seems to be the window of a local diner. ”I haven't felt this in a long time. Such a long time that I don't even recall the last time I have felt this. It's a feeling, a taste that has become so foreign to me over time. And it tastes nothing short of ash in my mouth and nothing seems to help wash it down... defeat." Another time-lapse, this one just showing the people coming and going from the diner, the cups of coffee being drank, replaced and the cycle continues for what seems like hours, all the while the monologue continues. ”For the first time in a long time, I was defeated. Christopher Sabertooth, a man I promised myself that I would beat to avenge what he had done at Civil War, bested me. It's been almost two weeks. No matter how much I dissect the situation, no matter how much I want to justify the kick to the groin to be my ultimate undoing, I can't justify sugar-coating it. I can't sit here and pretend that's a good enough excuse. And I won't peddle people some bullshit excuse about it. No matter how I reflect on it, I lost -- Sabertooth pinned Finnegan Wakefield. I can accept that." Finnegan looks at his hands, his open palms as a white flash shows him trying to lock Sabertooth into the Wakefield Special III and another of him slipping out. ”But I can't accept not delivering on a promise. To make him see the consequences of what he did to the integrity of Kingdom, the brand I helped create, by betraying it for his own selfish needs... I thought coming back I was going to be the same Finnegan Wakefield. The same convictions... the same resolve to deliver on the promises I make... And yet, Kingdom was a wake-up call for me. About how it has all slipped through my fingers. My OWA World Championship. My career momentum. Now I am slowly seeing the completion that I seek as a wrestler starting to look like sand falling through the cracks..." This train of thought seems expressed through his hands, more white flashes of his career up to this point. His debut in OWA, his title victories, his boardroom meeting where he went into exile, his triumphant return. He coils his fingers into his palms, forming tight, shaking fists. ”I never use to be this fucking weak. I use to spit in the face of adversity -- it even fueled me. Why is it different now? Because I already had that moment in the sun? Did I fly too close to it? Or... Was I never meant to fly that close to begin with? ..."

He trails off for a moment, taking one final sip of what may have been his eighth... Ninth cup of coffee in the span of two... three hours? He has lost track of time and lost count of how much caffeine he has put into his system. His mind has trailed so far off the tracks he doesn't even seem to recall leaving the diner at all, just really looking up from his feet with his hands in his pockets under the fluorescent lights of the streetlamps above him as he looks all the way down the sidewalk as he paused. His eyebrows furrowed down, eyes adjusting to the light as he rose his right hand to move against the lower half of his face through his short morning shadow. He started to walk forward again, causing the camera to begin panning backwards to track his movements. ”No... I earned it. I earned those moments. I earned being at the top of the wrestling world through the years of going through some of the best... some of the worst... some of the worst calling themselves the best... I thrived on adversity. I'll continue to. I don't care who it is, I don't care what roadblocks stand in my way. I came back to OWA for a reason, even though I didn't have to. I have loose ends to tie, and I won't be satisfied until I slay the demons that haunt me. There are far too many left to let that one, sole mistake of mine to hinder me. I didn't fail last Kingdom to redeem my mistake; the priority was just prolonged. This long road I walk has many intersections -- Sabertooth and I will cross paths again. Sabertooth? Or was it Havoc? Whichever unnecessarily edgy name he's going by for the moment. It'll live in infamy as it sits on my list of priorities until I scratch it off someday." A notification sound from his pocket throws him off the trail of thought once again as he reaches into the depths of his jeans, pulling out the sleek, black phone as he reads the notification that resides on the screen. "OWA Exclusive: Finnegan Wakefield set to take on The Udy on the next instalment of Kingdom." His eyebrows furrow once again as he analyses the article. ”What the fuck is an Udy?"

His eyes trail the article for a brief moment before it sinks in. "Oh wait, I've heard about this guy. I don't know this 'The Udy' personally and all I really do know is from word of mouth but sheesh. The clown that dressed like a clown to try and sell himself to be as unstable as the Joker. So it's safe to say the very little I do know doesn't paint a very flattering picture or an imposing figure; I've seen this countless times before. Some muppet who thinks they embody something they simply are not -- often some force of destruction or demon from another realm or some other shit you'd see on a teenage girl's favorite television drama they'd make a tumblr account to justify their weirdly obsessed fandom. If that's your thing, I would say I am not one to judge, but let's be honest; I am. This whole shtick is played out, idiotic, droll, even boring at the mere concept of it. It's just an excuse to hind your flaws from the rest of the world by drawing more attention to the flaws -- people see through that like glass and shatter it in kind. Lycanthropy, was it? Some term coined by the mentally ill that have a deep, yearning desire to be a wolf? And you want to embody that? That's the hill you wish to die on? Suit yourself." While it has taken some time, the sinking feeling was gone from him. The smirk -- his confident smirk -- starts to surface. ”It is not exactly going to land you in the same category of Kubrick and Fincher in terms of creative expression. You try too hard to sell this image you want to paint yourself as; these personalities that contrast each other by exposing the flaws of the others. Not what I would call the idea of ouroboros; The snake that eats it's own tail, immune to his own poisonous bite. No, that would symbolise wholesomeness -- the idea of an infinite of something. It's what has kept this career of yours on the ground level, not advancing to anything. The only real claim to fame -- besides the 24/7 Championship which should be no self-respecting wrestlers magnum opus -- is being nose-deep in Nate Cages ass, calling him out on social media and falling on deaf ears. Again, not exactly what someone would want to hang their hat on. It comes across as desperate and not in an "I hope he overcomes this obstacle" kind of way. It is more of a "let it go, it simply isn't happening" way. When the white whale you chase doesn't even acknowledge you as anything special, that is when you should take a step back, reevaluate the time you're wasting following some go-nowhere cause by means that only make the experience of chasing it worse. When the paint washes away, when the masks fall off, what does Udy really have to his name but infamy associated with it? Nothing." The smirk begins to fade, his eyes a blank, steel blue divulges from the concrete path and into the nearby forest, walking between the dark maze of trees.”Here is my advice for you, Udy; drop the act. Quit while you're trailing behind. You're not a wolf in sheep's clothing, you're a sheep leading himself to the slaughter. And spare me. Spare me any mental strains trying to take the wannabe Jaquiine Phoenix cosplayer as anything short of a mild inconvenience because I sure as hell can't take what I have perceived as a threat." The closing of the candid comes as the part of the trees open, Wakefield walking through them, hands in pockets, following the dirt road into the horizon ahead of him and into a shroud of darkness. ”Because as it stands; you're a punching bag used for therapy. And I have quite a few issues to vent and work through. And you're paltry in comparison."

I Need Help

A static image is displayed on the screen as a man covered in what appears to be blood is seen screaming and running towards the camera before it cuts out to black. The camera slowly zooms out to reveal Christopher Sabertooth wearing a Black Suit and tie with a menacing grin plastered across his face.

“What a time to be alive! I’d say that I’ve had better days but that would be a lie. I feel great! I am happy with where I am at and I am certainly happy about what transpired two weeks ago. Now, let’s just say, Nasir got his comeuppance! I told you that when you mess with fire, you’re bound to get burnt and that’s exactly what happened to Nasir Moore and Finnegan Wakefield. I must say, that was a fun match Finn! Like I said, I respect the hell out of you. It’s just unfortunate that you happened to be at the wrong place and at the wrong time! No hard feelings though! It was an honor!” Said Sabertooth as he claps for Finnegan Wakefield.

“And then we come to Nasir… Oh Nasir! What we could have been! Why did you have to keep being a narcissistic asshole that hides behind his past successes to get further in this company. We could have actually been friends! But it’s too late for that now. He knows what he has to do and trust me, he will not stop until he destroys everything Nasir Moore stands for. It was about time that the world met him and got to know him like I did. He may have a foul temper, but he’s not as bad as he seems! You will all LOVE him the same way you’ve loved me before. But I digress. Nasir Moore is a topic for another day. Ladies and gentlemen, I am Christopher Sabertooth, and I am here on your screens to talk about my opponents for the week! This is a good one! I happen to be facing the OWA World Champion, Aria Jaxon and the Number 1 Contender for that title, Kenny Drake in a tag team match! Of course, I have a partner of myself, and he happens to be none other than the GOD OF WAR, Moongoose McQueen! What a fascinating matchup! I am not afraid to admit that Moongoose and I haven’t really seen eye to eye on things… But I respect the man! I really do! This man has been reinventing himself since the Stone Age and has still managed to be as relevant and talented as he is today. The God of War Medallion is certainly a great opportunity for Moongoose to finally get the big one here in OWA! I honestly hope for the best! I really don’t have problems with Moongoose, despite his harsh words for me. I know, I know! He’s beaten me before. I’ve pinned him to win the 24/7 Title ages ago. But who cares! Moongoose, all of that is in the past. You have fought for every single accolade in your career and with you being crowned God of War, I am excited for you future!” Exclaimed Sabertooth throwing up a thumbs up sign.

“There will be no betrayals in this match. Moongoose has been nothing but respectful of this business, so how can I stab him in the back? I am sure you’re having trouble figuring out my intentions, after all, what happened at Civil War is still the talk of the town! But you have nothing to worry about, Goose! I know you have already made plans to betray me and walk away, leaving me hanging… But trust me….. You don’t want to do that.” Sabertooth’s expression changes to that of a demented psychopath as he blankly stares into the camera, before breaking from a state of trance and going back to his joyful self.

“We’ll be a great team, Goose. Forget about all the malarkey and let bygones be bygones! My actions in the past do not define who I am today… And today, I am a happy man eagerly waiting to showcase his wrestling ability! Goose, I’ve already talked about why I got the OWA World Title Shot before you did… I know, it’s not really a comfortable topic for you but now that you have the God of War Medallion, it shouldn’t be that tough. All you had to do was ask! I just walked up to Jon McAdams and viola! I am now a number one contender! That’s all you had to do! But winning a tournament is cool, I guess. It’s funny how things work in this company. I do a ‘social experiment’ and I am now looked down upon by my peers. When Nasir Moore does it, walking into a brand that he is not even a part of, he is the CONQUERING MESSIAH! THE BEST WRESTLER ALIVE! We all love a bit of hypocrisy, don’t we? Speaking of which; Kenny Drake! Congrats on becoming the number one contender for OWA World Championship! Let me just say, NOBODY deserves it more. You’ve done so much for this company from almost killing Tarah in that one match, to almost killing Tarah again…. To then almost calling Nate Cage! What a guy! I really love your work, by the way! I am sure we can have fun trying to murder each other this Sunday. Honestly, this is the first time I come face to face with Kenny Drake and I am a little nervous inside. Nah, stop laughing guys… No seriously, stop laughing…. STOP FUCKING LAUGHING!” Screamed Sabertooth as he slowly fixes his suit and cracks his knuckles.

“Ahem-- I am sorry about that! Kenny Drake is an icon and I am certainly enchanted by the way he conducts himself. There’s something really brilliant about sheer brutality that makes me tingle in ALL the right places, if you know what I mean Ladies. The cuts and bruises… The blood…. It’s all incredible! I salute Kenny Drake for all he has sacrificed for this business. Everybody loves Kenny Drake! What’s not to love about attempted murder! Kenny Drake, you’re my hero! I aspire to be like you someday… And it will be an honor to cave your head in. Hardcore Havoc is right around the corner so I hope there’s no tension between you and Aria Jaxon. That’d be a shame! We don’t want to rob the people of a match of the year candidate, do we? I look forward to standing across you in that ring for the very first time and I hope it won’t be the last time we do come across each other. I’d love to know more about your story. About Niki… About everything, you know? We can talk about how to get away with murder and all the other cool stuff you do! Bless your heart, Kenny! It’ll be a shame if something bad happens to you. A real shame!” Smiled Chris as he pretends to look around the room, in search of something. He shakes his head jokingly before continuing.

“How could I ever forget about the Champ herself!? THE QUEEN! We are not worthy! Aria Jaxon and I put on a classic at Game Over. We pushed each other to our very limits and enjoyed doing what we do best. You beat me, Aria. I respect that… Then you beat Bull Connors and Natalie Cage to be crowned the top champion in this company. I was impressed! Wow, Aria Jaxon is so freaking good! But… you know, when Natalie Cage was talking down upon me, I was expecting you as a person who I went to war with, to have my back… you know? Is that too much to expect from The Queen? But I digress! You had bigger and more important things in mind. You didn’t seem very pleased with what transpired in the 4v4v4 Elimination Match... But just like my good friend and partner, Moongoose McQueen pointed out, it seems to be a trait in Kingdom. Maybe there’s some fault within the system rather than the person defecting from the team. Maybe people like you with a platform and position that you have should be using their voices to speak against such unfair practices behind the scenes. But Aria Jaxon is happy as long as she has the crown to the Kingdom, which in fairness, is what most people would do in your place. People like Moongoose and myself want to make a change in this company. We may have different methods but our goals are the same! He was crowned the God of War, he could very well cash it in right after the match. And then there’s the number one contender to YOUR title as your partner! What could possibly go wrong!? Aria Jaxon may not be using the power she holds to the fullest of her abilities but she certainly is no Nasir Moore. Aria actually struggled for a long time start off in OWA despite her pedigree elsewhere. She didn’t walk into the company with a championship ready made for her! No! She earned that through winning the Clash and then going on to beat Scott Oasis. That is no easy feat! It took awhile but it happened nonetheless. Talent always rises to the top, which is why Moongoose now finds himself with a title opportunity.” Said Chris, seemingly genuine in his opinion about Goose.

“Cream always rises to the top! You can even ask the Mexicans you hired to churn butter. Which is why I am confident in my ability to reach the top of the pecking order. Now with him by my side, there’s nobody that can actually stop me! He saved me so I can only imagine what he can do for the rest of the world. It’s funny how I hated him before but my eyes are open now. I don’t want to be against him! No, that would be foolish! I will work WITH him to spice up the wrestling world! Oooo I am so excited, I can hardly contain it. Moongoose McQueen and I are going to defeat Aria Jaxon and Kenny Drake! Why? Because…” Sabertooth’s smile disappears as anger begins to show in his tone.

“He is free… He is free! HE IS FREE! HE IS FREE! HE IS FREE! HE IS FREE!! I look around this business and I see disgusting people taking advantages of the management or even using their position to put DOWN others. These people… they don’t deserve to live. He will fix it! He will fix all of it! HE PROMISED ME THAT HE WILL SAVE EVERYBODY IF I JUST…. LET HIM IN. AND IF I HAVE TO SACRIFICE MYSELF TO SEE PEOPLE LIKE NASIR MOORE, LIKE GARETH CASON PAY FOR THEIR SINS THEY HAVE COMMITTED AGAINST THIS WORLD… I WOULD HAPPILY CUT MY THROAT JUST TO SEE THEM SUFFER! AND THEY WILL SUFFER!! AND ANYBODY THAT COMES IN HIS… IN MY WAY…. WILL BEAR THE SAME FATE. ARIA JAXON, KENNY DRAKE… EVEN MOONGOOSE! YOU HAVE BEEN MISGUIDED FOR ALL YOUR LIFE! YOU DON’T SEE THE WORLD LIKE I DO. YOU DON’T SEE THE PEOPLE SUFFERING… YOU JUST CARE ABOUT YOURSELF!” He screams, breathing heavily as he does. His demeanor changes once again as he walks towards the camera. There is an unsettling calmness in his face.

“But… you can change. I did! All you have to do is hold my hand… If you do, then you will never walk alone.” He said as a demonic smirk appears over his face. There’s a static disturbance on the screen as a red liquid, that appears to be blood, falls down from above him. Fully covered in this liquid, he falls down to his knees and laughs maniacally before letting out a scream as the scene fades to black.

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