OWA Promos

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! For our side show Atlantis it is only ONE 2000 word promo.

- Promo deadlines are two days before the show (So, a Saturday show has a Thursday deadline for example.) The only exception is Atlantis which allows for a day before.

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

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

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

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

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

Re: OWA Promos July 2nd 2020, 8:13 pm by **Rebecca Brookes**

The Brookes Household, Anaheim, California -- 2nd of July, 2020

It is the evening time in Anaheim, California as the sky is still dimly lit from the sun setting on a beautiful evening on the outskirts of the city itself. The initial opening scene beginning with the view from the balcony we once stood on before with Rebecca before fading into the kitchen area of the mansion home, The Brookes Household, as we find ourselves with Rebecca and Maverick sitting in the dining room area as Rebecca’s parents are making food for the themselves and the couple. Rebecca, recently coming off of a victory at the previous Atlantis episode, is smiling from ear to ear as her hand is held onto by Jason, who smiles back as Rebecca looks over at him. Her attention is then grabbed by her mother, who begins to speak to Rebecca.

“I’ve been watching you for a while, and I’ve got to say, Rebecca,” she takes a crunchy bite out of the apple. “You’ve been doing really impressive in the ring, I never expected this big of a jump from the octagon to the wrestling ring to be a major hit. I know that you said that this might not work out, but just look at you now, you’ve been able to knock off some big names already! Keelan Callahan and Harman Ardelean, that’s big! I’m sure soon enough, once you get on the main roster shows, you’ll impress even more than before.”

Rebecca chuckles. With the full confidence in her voice, she brings her chest out and pushes her shoulders back as her smile turns to a grin. “You know, mom, I’ve been growing somewhat of a following after everything with these matches.” Rebecca’s grin grows bigger as she finishes her comment. Her father looks over at Rebecca with a chuckle under his breath. “I feel like with every match I’ve had, I’ve grown stronger, and even with the training that Jay has been giving me, I know that it’s being put to good use. It’s like what I said to you when you asked me about this, I told you I knew what I was doing.”

“And that you’ve done,” her father speaks up out of the blue. “I say this for both of us when I say that we are extremely proud of you, Rebecca, we really are. I was a bit afraid of you not coming back to the octagon after some long discussions”

Rebecca begins to tear up a little as she hears her own parents giving her the recognition that she solely sought after since she last exited the octagon, it’s been over a year since their last argument when Rebecca suddenly ditched the sport and stayed at home for most of her time, all before meeting Jason and beginning her wrestling training the same time as his neck injury came in. Jason scoffs and sits up straight in his chair.

“I knew that when I began training Becks, she’d turn out to be something amazing,” he looks over to Rebecca. “And here she is, doing better than me.”

This gets a laugh out of all four of them, but Rebecca seems a bit more of a nervous laughter. She remembers back to a month ago, her second match in, the Fatal Four Way match. As clear as day in her head, she remembers back to the headbutt she received from her next opponent on Odyssey, Gwen Harper. It’s as if it was a nightmare happening in her head, she pictures herself in the big arena taking another headbutt from Gwen before she’s snapped out of it by Jason, shaking her arm. Once she comes back to reality, she finds both of her parents and Jason looking at her, confused and a bit worried for her as she seems shaken by something.

“I’m just… going to go to my room for a minute,” is what she says as she pushes her chair back. “I’ll be back shortly.”

Rebecca makes her way out of the dining room and into the main hall, heading up the long stairs and entering her room, slamming the door shut as she takes a seat on her queen-sized bed with white velvet sheets. She grabs one of her pillows and holds it against her, putting her back against the wall as she brings her legs closer to her body. Rebecca closes her eyes for a moment and as soon as she opens them, she throws the pillow across the room out of frustration and brings her hand back through her hair, pulling it back and tying it up into a bun. She stays in the same seated position for a moment before releasing her legs and letting them have some space to move around.

“Yeah, everything’s fine in my world, everyone’s giving me the round of applause and all, but I know that’s not going to tell me anything. What would tell me anything about how good I am, or what I need to improve on, would be whatever happens in that ring and after three matches, you’d think I’d have some sort of formula,” she gets ready to say something but holds her words back. “You would think just for a second that I’d have somewhat of a formula ready for this but the fact of the matter is that I just… I just don’t have it yet, and maybe it’s the nervousness kicking in now that in just a few days will be one of my biggest nights right now in my wrestling career but the thing is that,” again, she holds her words back. “The thing about my Odyssey debut is that I can feel the deja-vu happening again. I can just feel it, and I absolutely hate it.”

“Now, I should be happy for what’s coming this Saturday, it’s my Odyssey debut, my main roster debut and the one night I’ve been fighting to get to since I got here in OWA. I’ve been hearing everyone trying to call me the next Alyssa Grace or whomever there is right now, but I’m not some next person in line, I’m quite far from it. I’m not trying to be anyone else, I’m trying to be me. I’m trying to be the person I am, and with Odyssey coming around the corner, I can’t be the Rebecca Brookes of that one match before,” she exclaims. “I can’t be the one who was caught out of nowhere with some hard-knocked headbutt that led to the only loss of my career, I can’t be the one who was too vulnerable, I need to be ready but… I can’t stop thinking back to that night.”

She takes a deep breath.

“I can still feel it to this day,” she pauses for a second. “You know what I mean, that headbutt I took from Gwen Harper, I can still feel the impact of that headbutt to this day. Gwen, it’s not been too long and we’ve been able to meet on our Odyssey debuts. I’m honored, really I am, but it’s like PTSD to me, that headbutt that you were so impressed with when you hit it on me to win that match that you named it The Buckshot Headbutt. I don’t blame you, that was a really tough headbutt for someone like you, it left me shaken for a good few days at least.” Rebecca places her hand where the headbutt in question landed on that fateful night. “The lead up, I said I respected you and guess what, Gwen… I still do, someone like you would be champion in just a few months, I know that it’ll happen. It’s what we both seek for, and I’m just not going to let someone get past me. I said a few weeks ago that this is my time, I said that this was my moment and soon, I’ll be making headlines. I’m just happy enough that I’ll be making those headlines with you, Gwen.”

“I remember watching from the back at the last Atlantis where you beat Devi Krysis, seeing how you performed and how you were just able to pick up the victory, and seeing how I performed just later on in the night, it’s like fate brought us together after everything we’ve been through together,” she lets out a small laugh. “But I am aware, Gwen, respect has nothing to do with in-ring talent either me or you possess, and we possess a lot of that. Respect, in it’s own right, is thrown out the window once the fourth of July comes and it’s just me and you in the ring when that bell rings. Knowing me and you, we’ll tear the house down and they’ll have their jaws dropped once the night is over. Imagine it, Gwen, but just picture it a little bit differently than you might have in that boulder head of yours.”

“See, Gwen, what happened in that Fatal Four Way match was nothing more than a very small slip up that ended up with a very big mistake, once I was hit with that headbutt, it was like being hit with blunt force trauma, and I’ve not been able to think back and remember that moment without breaking out into some slight panic. Think of what you’ve done to me,” she pauses for a moment. “Think about what you’ve done to my well being, it hurt me physically and mentally. As I said, I treat all my matches as if they’re my biggest critics, I don’t let anyone tell me if I’m good or not, if I’m doing something right then I know for a fact that’s how good that particular thing is.”

“And, Gwen, that headbutt did unleash a fire in me that I needed to make sure I got to where I am today, on the main brand with you.”

Rebecca smiles to herself as she hops off of the bed and stands up, walking into her walk-in wardrobe and looking at herself in the mirror, again, smiling at her own confidence.

“Gwen Harper, I know you’re only going to hurt me because it’s what you need to do to win but I’m out here trying to put myself on the map, this means more to me than it does to you. I’m trying to impress, I’m trying to show everyone that I’m not what everyone continues to think about me as, and that’s just this little sweetheart that’s been trained by one of Kingdom’s fastest rising stars, but I am my own person and I’m out here doing what I do best and that’s being the competitive little bitch I am!” A slight smirk appears on Rebecca’s face. “This isn’t about you trying to get me down, one and done, and hopefully you can move on to better things… Gwen, it’s time I put a stop to your little charade and give you a taste of your own medicine, it’s time that the moth man was stopped in his tracks for one night and it’s time you took a trip to a candy land with the Bubblegum Crusher. Nobody’s kicked out of it, nobody will and it definitely won’t be a different fairy tale when Odyssey comes around and it’ll put you down for the one...two...and three.”

“The headbutt you gave me that night left me scared, but no more, I’m finally done playing with this sick game in my head that I can’t beat you, I’m sick of you thinking that everything will always end your way, Gwen. At Odyssey, I might as well come prepared with a Double Barrel Shotgun, because I’m going to kick your teeth down your goddamn throat!” Rebecca grits her teeth a little, becoming a little bit more feisty with each sentence. “I’d make a promise that I might not keep, but don’t come barking when I’m right by the end of the night, Gwen. I’m coming to put the moth man down for good, and then we’ll see how much blunt force trauma affects the common person when it’s you on the receiving end of it.”

Rebecca scoffs as she turns around and walks out of the wardrobe, switching the lights off and slamming the sliding door shut as the scene fades to black.

Re: OWA Promos July 2nd 2020, 3:21 pm by **Theodor Pavel**

That didn’t go as planned. To say the recent events on Kingdom were surprising, would be an understatement. Well, not an understatement to the loyal fans of OWA, who were expecting a victory for Aria Jaxon. To them, the ending was as predictable as the tides. For a newcomer like Theodor to waltz in and take a championship from a long standing veteran in the company, it just wasn’t going to happen. His first match ever, and he fell short. Theodor knew it was a possibility, even if his mentor and manager did not.

The double doors swung open with authority as the angry figure stormed backstage. Sounds of a faint ‘Formation’ by Beyonce continued from the ringside area, along with the cheers coming from the audience. With his suit jacket in his hand, Banch Morgan wanted answers. He stormed through the sea of staff members, looking for the official for the match.

“Where did he go!? Tell me where that man went right now!”

Shouldering, and elbowing his way through the masses, he was on a mission. To him, this was a witch hunt. Slowly following through the doors along with an official was Theodor. Disappointed, frustrated, and short of breath from an intense Dragon Clutch which led to his submission. He took everything that Jaxon could throw at him until that moment. With all the screaming and shouting coming from Morgan at ringside, and through the stage, he felt as if his efforts weren’t good enough to impress anybody, the mission had failed. Or so he thought.

A resounding amount of applause and cheers came to Theodor’s direction. The masses who scattered due to Morgan's temper, they acknowledged Theodor. Struggling to comprehend what was going on, he looked at them out of sheer confusion. Officials, staff, and some of the wrestlers swarmed around him, thanking him, and congratulating him for a fantastic match. They were aware that he lost the match, right? He was met with handshakes, hugs, a few fist bumps. As disappointed as he was, he couldn’t help but smile.

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!!”

Hearing the distant shouting, Theodor’s expression changed. He watched as Morgan walked back into the room.

“Theodor, we need to go, now! Obviously they couldn’t have assigned an adequate official for the match. You did NOT lose to her!”

He did, though. Despite that loss, the world was beginning to know who Theodor Pavel was. That wasn’t such a bad thing, was it?

“Theodor did great in the match!”

“Of course he did, you guys shouldn’t be so surprised. You’re telling him all these lines that I’ve known all along. You also know that Aria Jaxon couldn’t put his shoulders on the mat. She couldn’t make him tap out. Had it not been for a referee ringing the bell when my client was clearly moving and trying to defend against the submission, she would be leaving this building without that championship! She should storm back here right now, and thank Theodor for putting her on the map! She was a blip in the radar of the world until tonight. So, Aria, you’re welcome for finally becoming socially relevant outside of this small wrestling bubble. You owe me!”

The well wishers, officials, talent, and staff began to distance themselves from Theodor. He knew the tone, despite no understanding of what was being said. The overjoyed masses didn’t seem as happy with the two of them, all because of what Morgan had said. He was a sore loser, and brought Theodor down to his level without him even knowing it.

“Let’s Go!! NOW!! THEODOR!!”

With guilt by association, Theodor looked around before focusing on Mr. Morgan finally. Morgan snaps his fingers several times, motioning for him to follow. The reality was beginning to set in, maybe he didn’t do so well. He looked at a few of the onlookers before finally walking after Morgan, noticing a few of them looking at the floor out of how awkward the situation had become.

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It wouldn’t come as a surprise to anybody that the last week has been very difficult for him. The training regiment has increased to the point where a normal man would crash and burn after day one. Preparation for the match came at a very different change of pace. It was no longer about learning new techniques to defeat a Champion, it was a way to beat down Shaggy from Scooby Doo?

How does one adequately prepare for Kyle? While the man isn’t a mystery by any means, he seems to be somebody who has less interest in a fight, but more in lounging on a couch, watching Mike Tyson’s Mysteries while in a near vegetatitive state. Still, something about what he can do in the ring, he’s actually a gifted wrestler. Agile, athletic, and a very good defensive wrestler. Maybe he’s more of a mystery than one would suspect.

Of course, he won’t be alone. Joined at his hip is Karen. A product of modern society, she’s that hot chick that hangs around losers in order to feel needed. Whether it’s cleaning up after him, being his support system or simply wiping his ass for him, she seems to do it all. Interesting dynamic there. Maybe it’s best for her to steer away from ringside at Kingdom. This can and will only go bad for her when she watches the man she clings herself so close to, become a pain-induced sloth rather than a drug-induced one.

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London, England
July 2, 2020

His limits have been pushed to the next level. The direction of Mr. Morgan has led many to believe that Theodor will crack under the weight of the business that’s been trying to hold a man like him down. Wins and losses mean something, no matter what they tell you. There is no denying that some of the toughest competition comes from OWA. With all of the big names on Kingdom, Theodor’s next opponent just happens to be..Kyle. The man doesn’t even have a last name!

None of that matters to Theodor, sitting in an ice bath after a hellacious workout. Behind him, stands Veronica. The assistant to Banch Morgan, who travels with the two everywhere they go. Normally she’s just typing up reports, or giving moral support to Morgan. This time, however, she stands over Theodor, massaging his shoulders and arms as he tries to relax himself.

“I want everybody to understand that this is my gift to all of you. This is my personal gift that I’m giving everyone at the Omega Wrestling Alliance. What happened to Theodor The Great was a travesty, but we decided that it’s only fair to give you all one more chance to prove to us that you’re good enough to employ such an athlete.”

The shot pans over to Banch Morgan, sitting back with a cigar in his hand. His bold colored suits never disappoint, wearing a fuschia Armani suit. He lounges back with a glass of imported whiskey sitting on the table next to him. Still angered by the result of the last Kingdom, Morgan rolls the cigar through his fingers while glancing over at Theodor.

“They don’t know you, Theodor. They don’t appreciate what kind of warrior you are. In their feeble minds, you’re just a kid who signed a deal to wrestle for a company. Like so many others along the way. No. We didn’t come to you, OWA. You came to us. You came to us, crawling on your hands and knees to make sure that you could secure your future. Other companies tried the same thing, but it came down to the dollar, didn’t it? I told you all that Theodor The Great doesn’t compete against scrubs, he wants the toughest opponents, and wants to make his mark as quickly as he can. I guess, in that regard, we did get one of our wishes. We got your protected Champion on our first night. Guess what? Well, you saw what happened.”

Theodor sits himself up, stretching his neck for a moment, before Veronica gets back to work. Wanting to get something off of his chest, Theodor looks at the camera.

“Mă simt ca un rahat absolut acum. Ultimul Regat, am adus tot ce am putut, și a venit scurt. Asta face parte din viață, totuși, și mă voi asigura că voi aduce tot ce am mai bun de acum înainte. Îmi pare rău pentru modul în care handler meu sa comportat, nu a fost foarte respectuos. Îi urez succes lui Kyle în meciul de săptămâna asta. Pare un tip destul de bun.”

“You’re exactly right, Theodor. For those of you who aren’t able to understand Romanian, let me try and dumb this down for you. Theodor said that he systematically destroyed his opponent in his very first wrestling match. He took her to the absolute limit, and what makes anybody think Kyle will have any better luck? He’s nothing but a swine and a burnout who is going to fall short, just like the rest will. We’ve spoken to OWA officials to ensure that a mistake like that never happens again, we will not be denied our victories simply because an official was enamored with a figment of wrestling’s past. We don’t deal in the past, we deal in the future. The only dealing that Kyle would know about, is where he’s going to get his next bag from. This match shouldn’t even happen.”

Theodor looks on, nodding out of respect. He smiles, while Veronica shrugs. She has a small ear for Romanian from working with Theodor for the last few months, but she decides not to speak up to it.

“Kyle, am citit despre tine. În timp ce nu pari a fi adversarul cel mai convențional, ai unele mișcări dulci. Pot să vă promit că ceea ce mi-ați adus în acest meci, voi face tot posibilul pentru a se potrivi. Va fi un meci fantastic pe care abia aștept să-l am cu tine. Nimic altceva decât respect.”

“This man tells no lies. It’s not an inquiry to how good you are, Kyle. This isn’t a testing out match against a lesser opponent, this is your chance, your golden opportunity. All you have to do is peel yourself off your thrift store couch, bring your stoned maid, and come to San Antonio. Come see what everybody is talking about. Witness it first hand, and I promise you, your dreams of greening out, will turn into a black out. Whether it’s snapping, tapping, napping, or crapping, you will leave as the victim. His words..Not mine.”

The head of Theodor The Great leans back, looking up at Veronica while Morgan glares at the two for a moment. He sees the relaxation on his face, and the genuine smile coming from her. Frustrated that he’s not getting the attention he deserves, Mr. Morgan looks at the camera.

“I’m just going to throw this out there real quick. This match should NOT take place. I mean, who in the world are you? Kyle? Come on man. Do you even know what you’re up against in San Antonio? I know you don’t, and you know why? Because you’re just a simple fool riding the coattails of everything that’s wrong with professional wrestling, you are. You think this is going to be some silly night to have a good time against a star, NOT a star in the making. Let me tell you something, and these are MY words, not his. I am insulted that we have to waste our time on somebody like you. You don’t get it. These suits we wear, we didn’t pay Armani, Armani pays US. We are what people want to see, don’t waste our time!”

Angered by the disrespect shown by management to even think this is a good idea for a match. Morgan sternly signals for the camera to cut out, which it promptly does. Theodor the Great is far too good for this nonsense.

The following promotional material commences inside the Phloriphornian Embassy’s Commonwealth Kitchen in Houston, Texas. Dust clouds of paprika and vanilla extract waft throughout the arid airspace. It also wouldn’t be a Phloriphornian place of policy without twenty racks of customized smelted steel chairs and kinetic sand strewn at ground level. “The Hardheaded Housewife” emotes a squished sponge cake smile while discussing her Odyssey opponent.

Azurine Vebbins: Bienvenue, OWA chanters. Hope to view you at da humble hoedown Odyssey’s hostin’ at da Toyota Center in Houston dis Saturday. Of course, da most prominent promenade will feature yours truly “Da Hardheaded Housewife” Azurine Vebbins superkickin’ da syrup-suckin’ sass out of Karina-Ann’s maple-makin’ maw. And what better day to quaintly quell a Quebecoise dan on America’s Independence Day? Plus, facepalm it, folk...wid beaches bein’ closed due to collateral vindictiveness, dis could virtually be your obvious opportunity to view an electric, eclectic expression of colorful choreography. Should note, like D-sharp, dat while “Da Siren Assassin’s” a blarin’ beauty she’s more dan sultry stems and a pouty pucker. Yes, givin’ “Da Devil in Da Blue Jean Jacket” her due, Karina-Ann’s an accomplished ad-lete. Da two of us also have fixed points to prove since neider of us were pinned in our previous performance to-ged-er at Atlantis 8. Rebecca Brookes is da blip on our radar who bore a blunt, brunt burial by Gwen Harper’s hatchet-holdin’ hands. Was a most malevolent maulin’ similar to myself mixin’ ingredients here.

Probably ponderin’ why I chose to film here at da Phloriphornian Embassy and why is it in Houston, Texas instead of Los Angeles? A. It was established where da first Phloriphornian to grapple on American soil saw his career flourish. 2. Dat individual’s my step bro-der “Da Original Vanilla Shilla” Slamsley Addergoole McBody, Junior. C. I only enjoy makin’ big bangs or booms inside a cloisterd kitchen or whichever blessed boudoir room my supportive spouse leads me to. Deyr’s also da malleable matter dat diplomatic immunity insurance doesn’t cover as my recent rival might quip “feux d’artifice d'éclairage” or “lightin’ fireworks.” Deyrfore, you’ve currently caught me bakin’ paprika and vanilla cookies wid blue star sprinkles.

“Da Adorkable Angel” reveals her culinary craftsmanship to the camera before continuing.

Azurine Vebbins: Again, it’s a metaphor to explicitly express freedom. Where else can a holiday-obssessed housewife celebrate World UFO Day today, National Independent Beer Run Day tomorrow, National Bikini Day da day after Odyssey, and International Kissin’ Day wid my wonderful wife on da next day? Da odds of it linin’ up in dat ornate order anywhere else...you’d have to slip into anoder timeline. You’d also be readin’ alternate history if you posit Karina-Ann’s goin’ to vault and vaunt her way to victory. As a naturalized citizen I recognize she has da same Constitutional rights as dis nifty ninnyhammer. Karina-Ann possess profound power. She’ll display it Saturday night when she decides bein’ swept off to a Sweetheart Sock Hop beats meetin’ her maker via Pearly Gatekeeper. Den again, she may determine vice versa venerates valor.

Kingdom Promo #1 - The Traitor Speaks July 2nd 2020, 12:21 pm by **JacobKnight**

Kingdom Promo #1 - The Traitor Speaks

The camera opens on a shot of three men sitting quietly side by side in a row. All three of them are currently restrained to their seats, as their wrists and ankles have been tied to the armrests and legs of their chairs. All three of them are currently shirtless and showing signs of being tortured and beaten; bruises, cuts, and a few burn marks litter their torsos, most notably among the damage is the word "FRONTLINE" having been cut into their skin across their chest. But what makes these men stand out is what resides on their heads. Although their heads hang, we can see that each of them wears a mask. One wears a mask of a snake with its jaws open wide, as if ready to take a bite. Another wears what looks to be a werewolf mask from a Halloween store. The third wears a beaten-up and dented Spartan helmet, refusing to lift their head. Suddenly, a door can be heard opening just out of the shot and soon after, Jacob Knight comes walking into frame wearing black jeans, combat boots, a blood-stained tank-top, and stained gloves. As he comes in, the two men wearing the snake and wolf masks perk up and start pulling at their restraints, their pleas for mercy and curses being muffled.

"Behold, it is I! The great traitor of OWA, right Morgan Shaw? The brainwashed coward, right? Just because I, thanks to my comrade Havoc, finally realized the error of my ways? Well who the fuck are you or any of these other 'OWA Frontline' scabs to tell me or any of us how to fight the machine? For almost a year now I have tried to fight for equality in this industry in places like WWH and here in OWA where it is desperately needed, but I would always fight by the rules of the establishment. And time after time, my attempts would fail because I allowed them to stack the deck in their favor. I got locked up in the Sanatorium, I let titles slip through my grasp, but no longer! I am tired of fighting this losing effort alone, so I threw in with revolutionaries, not thugs. I chose to stand in solidarity with comrades who understand that changes need to be implemented, and if we need to burn down Kingdom to make this place better, so be it!"

Jacob then walks around to stand behind the row of chairs before resting his hands on the shoulders of the wolf in the middle.

"But of course, we have a frontline that needs to be broken before we can take the throne. And this week, it comes in the form of Jeff X, J.D. Damon, and Arata Asakura. The Snake, The Lone Wolf, and The Spartan. These are the first few men that look to stand against the rising tide of revolution in OWA. The tough-as-nails, often-drunk Appalachian former champion who patronizes the younger talent of the company. The last of the Wolvesden pack who clings onto the old days to stay relevant as if that’s good enough and trains the next generation of this industry to be good little soldiers and never question authority. And the current Spartan Champion in the form of a “self-made man” who cares for nothing but himself and would rather shout from the sidelines than get in the trenches. Three unique men with unique styles and legacies. And yet, they all share one commonality. They are prideful, greedy, and hypocritical pigs… all fresh to the slaughter."

Suddenly, Jacob begins to rip off each of the masks on these men to reveal all of them wearing pig masks over their mouths. Their cries and pleas are still muffled, but one could get the message from the fearful look in their eyes. After discarding the two masks and helmet to the side, Jacob continues.

"That’s not arrogance, that’s a promise. You see, the world will look at this match on paper, see their names, and say “My God! These three jobbers are going to get crushed!” because of their reputations and legacies. But the way we see it, we see three individuals standing against a collective. For what really unites these three piggies, eh? Protecting their bottom lines and statuses here in OWA? Your hatred for us for exposing you for the hacks and cowards you’ve become? It’s pathetic! It’s honestly pathetic that these OWA Icons have become nothing more than lousy company scabs and each other’s bootlickers. To the rest of the Kingdom roster, I dare ask, do these men stand for you? Are you willing to stand idly by as the bastards who claim they are protecting this company continue to exploit you, screw you, and look down upon you? Because that is what we seek to end by any means and brutality necessary! And for those of you who still doubt us, including you Nyx, here’s just a glimpse of how we will achieve the first of many victories over these Frontline hacks this Sunday.."

He reaches down for something on the floor behind the row of victims but when he stands back up, Jacob is holding a hammer. He takes a moment to marvel at it in wicked awe before lifting it above his head and -

*Technical Difficulties, Please Stand By*

As the feed comes back, the heads of all three men are cracked open as blood pours from the wounds. Jacob stands before them with splatters of blood all over him. He runs a crimson-covered hand through his blonde hair before turning to the camera.

"Come Sunday, the revolution will be televised. Blood will be spilled. Bodies will be broken. But all that will be left is the Ashes of the Wake. For we are the crusaders in bloody armor that the world desperately needs.... you have been warned."

Re: OWA Promos July 1st 2020, 11:59 pm by Nyx

Atlantis/Promo No. 1

“Nothing Else Matters”

“While I admit that she put forward a decent fight, in the end… it was a foregone conclusion that Azurine Vebbins wouldn’t be able to defeat me in the ring. In the end, her bluster and bravado couldn’t do anything to change the simple fact that she was completely and utterly outclassed by a superior opponent. She made a terrible mistake by choosing to underestimate me, and I made absolutely certain that she would pay the price for making that mistake. Some people may argue that I’ve done nothing but give her a wide variety of reasons to underestimate me, and write me off as a legitimate threat. In some ways, I don’t deny that, I haven’t had the most successful or impressive career in OWA. I’ve never tried to claim otherwise, and I’m fully aware of the reputation that’s inevitably become attached to me, entirely due to my own lack of success. Needless to say, it’s been an up-hill battle for me to try and slowly convince people that I’m not as unimpressive as my “win-loss record” may indicate. It’s tiring to have to constantly deal with people who think that I’m nothing more than a joke, somebody who’s only around to fill a spot on Odyssey’s roster. People look at me and expect me to be something greater, something better, something more impressive… they want me to fulfill their own expectations of me. They look at me and can’t fathom that I’d want to be Eris’ partner, they can’t seem to grasp that I’m perfectly content with where I currently am. I know, that may sound completely ludicrous in the context of OWA, where everybody wants nothing more than to achieve personal glory and back-stab anyone who’s unfortunate enough to get in their way. Where something like “loyalty” only exists when somebody else could possibly serve as a benefit to your own career. Everybody’s a self-preservationist around here, so naturally, when they’re presented with somebody who’s actually passionate about maintaining her own belief and loyalty to the person who actually brought me here.”

“Darkane is… an interesting individual. In a way, I can’t help but admire his refusal to apologize for being such a filthy and disgusting wretch. It’s slightly refreshing. In a place like this, where everybody’s constantly adjusting themselves to the current landscape and watching their backs for the next person who’s going to try and make a name for themselves by taking them out. Darkane is only interested in raising hell and causing trouble, he’s not exactly concerned with personal glory or trying to make a name for himself… and I can’t help but appreciate that. However, I’ve noticed that he isn’t exactly the brightest individual, as he keeps trying to create a narrative that I’m unsatisfied with my position in The Void, that I’m angry with being a loyal servant and companion to Lady Eris. You may choose to disbelieve the reality of our relationship as much as you’d like, but Lady Eris respects me and has never abused my trust. I have no reason to be jealous or angry towards her, she’s done a great deal to earn my admiration and trust. She cared about me, loved me, and treated me with respect… when I had nobody else. She brought me away from the brink of self-destruction, and gave me a new purpose in life. You may continue to try and convince yourself that I’m unhappy here, and if you made that statement a few months ago… there’s a significant possibility that I wouldn't entirely disagree with you. However, things have changed since then, and now… I’m on the cusp of finally establishing myself as a legitimate competitor in OWA. By defeating Alyssa Grace, I’ll prove that I’m something much greater than just a “second fiddle” to Lady Eris, and that I’m actually worthy of serving her cause to the best of my abilities.”

“As for you, Havoc… or Christopher Sabretooth, whatever your name happens to be… you’re truly deluded. Do you really think that I or Lady Eris are concerned with earning a following? Do you really think that your cause is so much more noble, so much more great, so much more worthy than ours? You’re an absolute fool. You’re nothing that even resembles a savior, you’re a fraud. You seem to forget that you allowed yourself to become Havoc again, precisely because of the fact that your career was stagnating and your name was beginning to fade from relevancy. That fear and doubt swelled within you, until you had no choice but to resurrect your past. You talk so highly of your “Ashes of the Wake” group, but what exactly have they accomplished in their own tenures here? Less than Lady Eris on her own has managed to accomplish, that’s what. In fact, she’s already accomplished more than you have in your lengthy tenure in OWA. Do you honestly think that I give a damn about “carving my own path” or something? I live to serve Lady Eris and The Void. Nothing else matters."

"NOTHING."

Re: OWA Promos July 1st 2020, 11:57 pm by **"The Golden Voice"**

I am Camille, the bride of Maelstrom. At long last, the time has finally come. So many of you think that you understand my Maelstrom’s purpose. You see his appearance, you see the way he fights and you believe that you know him. You don’t. My husband’s aspirations and his reason for coming here are beyond your understanding, beyond the understanding of any who dare to face him….and beyond the understanding of Michael Bishop.

You try, you try so much to intimidate Him. You threaten the most violent being you have ever come across with physical torment, pain, and degradation. Suffering is bread, pain and anguish are fine wines to him. The screams and cries of the innocent fools who dare face him are like a sweet symphony to him. Your comments do not anger or intimidate him, in fact they only reveal yourself to be a perfect first victim of his might.

Finally, after so much preparation, the ritual to bring Distortion World to fruition can begin. I will not ask for mercy, for He will not ask for any...or give any unto you. I will not ask for you to temper your rage, to adjust your prejudice. All I ask, Mr. Bishop, is for you to hear my dear husband’s words. Treasure the wisdom that he will grant you, because his words will be the very last thing that you hear as you prepare to sink into the depths of Hell! You have the honor of being the first sacrifice, may your Gods have mercy upon you.

Maelstrom will have none.

For the living know that they will die, but the dead know nothing, and they have no more reward, for the memory of them is forgotten.

How long, Mr. Bishop? How long have you suffered so? You rant against the darkness. You swing your fists defiantly at the sands of Time itself...to what end? There is no escape from the inevitable fate of all living things. We are indeed born to die and nothing we can do, no matter how much gold one obtains, can change this inevitability. You, with your poor wayward soul, have no understanding as to what a life filled with meaning has to offer. You slaughter and rampage but have no idea what you’re fighting for save for your own entertainment and gain of riches.

I once stood in your ring. I once fought for one of the great treasures of this company. I battered Finnegan Wakefield, all but dragging his soul to the netherworld. He was able to emerge the victor, but every fiber of his being was shaken. Millions around the world saw the glorious blossoming of Distortion World and for the past two years I have hidden away, amassing more power, gaining more knowledge, preparing myself for service to a higher end.

I’m not here for you, wayward soul. I cannot give you the fight you crave. I cannot satisfy your shameful bloodlust. I am only here as a Herald, an usher of the darkness set to fall over your world. My only purpose in this encounter is to make sure that the message is received, that the gates of the netherworld are opened. Seventeen years are nothing but a mere blink of the eye to someone who is of eternal yolk. Seventeen years of blood, anguish and pain mean nothing to someone like me. From the time I was brought on this earth, I was prepared for carnage. I have lived in a sea of the horrible intentions of warriors for as long as I can remember and nothing that you will bring to me is anything that I have not experienced before.

I am no demon. I am no monster. I am merely an instrument of Chaos, a portal through which people like you can find the worst of themselves. I am a mirror, to explain it so a child like you can understand. What people see in me, it’s only a reflection of their truest natures. My appearance, my aura, they are a blessing in this regard. It makes it easy to find people worthy of bringing under my dark embrace, opening their eyes to the true dark potential of this world.

I have judged you unworthy.

The names of those you have fought before, they mean nothing to me.

The titles you’ve won, the life you have lived. The training, the prayers, the brutality. It will all stop for you in a few days. You will step into the ring with an unstoppable force of nature, and your body will be broken like those who suffered on the Catherine Wheel centuries ago. All the suffering you have visited on others, all of those horrible sins...they come back to you upon this day.

Do not despair, however.

Your soul is but the first of many that will be swallowed whole by my appetite. There are many here like you, so-called warriors who fight for nothing meaningful. So many wretched souls calling out, asking for someone like me to guide them to an appropriate end. So many corrupted hearts that must be purified through pain. That is my purpose, that is my calling. And with His blessing, Distortion World can finally grow.

I wonder. What will you do when you realize that your blows mean nothing, that your strikes cause me no harm? How will you react when your frenzied battle cries rattle me not? What will your face look like when I land my first blow? What will be the last thoughts in your mind be as I send you to Hell? Will you regret accepting the challenge of facing me? Or will you be relieved that your pitiful existence was ended, that you no longer have to lie to yourself and mask your inadequacies with wanton violence?

Just because I am curious does not mean that I care.

As I have made you aware, I am not here for you. I’m only here for Him and for my own work. You are not a gatekeeper, you are only walking through the gates of my own design.

I will welcome you to Hell and usher you into the darkness.

After that, you will be left to your own devices.

So, prepare yourself. Take a moment to look within yourself instead of projecting onto me. Realize that no matter how hard you fight, no matter what you bring to me, it will matter not in the end. Your fate was sealed the moment our meeting was made official. Remember these words, foolish warrior. May they echo eternally in your mind as you wander seeking salvation that you will never find…..

Thus I will punish the world for its evil

And the wicked for their iniquity;

I will also put an end to the arrogance of the proud

And abase the haughtiness of the ruthless.

Re: OWA Promos July 1st 2020, 11:46 pm by **David X Fierce**

This is that fuckin bullshit! I had his ass right where I wanted him!...pause. Stark was gettin the shit kicked outta him by me, the big homie! I was finna be exactly what I should be bros. And that’s being the Omega Wrestling Alliance World Television Champion! It was in my fooking grasp! Then that scrawny piece of shit Keelan Callihan stuck his greasy ass where it didn’t belong! He robbed me of what was RIGHTFULLY MINE! And then proceeds to cut a promo on me?! Who the fuck does that jackoff think he is anyways? Like he owns the place. Only one person owns anything around here. As a matter a fact he owns EVERYTHING around here! And that of course is the big homie Scott Oasis! This little bastard goes on to run his mouth like he’s a big shot! LIKE HE’S CHAZ “MONEYBAGZ” O’CONNORS! And he rants and raves about how he’s going to take the TV Title himself and how he won’t let me get preferential treatment just because I’m one of Scotty’s bois. Well ya know what Keelan? You can kiss the BLACKEST PART OF MY ASS! TRUST ME WHAT I SAID TWO WEEKS AGO STILL STANDS! WHEN I SAID THIS WAS NOT OVER AND I’D PAY YOU BACK TENFOLD...I MEANT THAT SHIT WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING! I dunno when. I dunno how. But best believe IMMA BEATCHO ASS INTO THE GROUND! SIX FEET DEEP BITCH! Whether you’re TV Champ or not it doesn’t change a thing. Although I guess you being champ would actually work out better for me considering I could take it FROM YOU! Then again I could just beat the fook outta you in general, then get my runback against Stark and finish the job from last Olympus. Oh and by the way Starkmane, the result would have been exactly what it will be next time I challenge you for the gold. And that’s Chaz O’Connors reigning supreme as your NEW Omega Wrestling Alliance World Television Champion!...as I said earlier. But at this point I am kinda rambling, just know I’ll be watching VERY CLOSELY to what happens during Keelan Callihan versus Starkmane for the TV Gold. In the meantime tho from my understanding I’ll be competing in Tag Team action on Friday Night myself. Cool. I need to blow off some of this steam ya dig? Get some of the pent up aggression out, so I can fight more focused like against Keelan and Starkmane when I get my rematches with them. Now I don’t really do tag teaming very often, but I don’t really gotta say in the matter now do I? Ah I guess it’ll be aight, not like I’d lose anyways. I mean I’m teamed up with a Champion, meanwhile my opponents are a pair of Punk. Ass. Bitches. I mean HONESTLY BRO! WHO THE FOOK BOOKS THESE MATCHES! Talk about a goddamn cakewalk. I thought wrestling was supposed to be “competition”. You know, like when you have to exert immense amounts of energy and try exceptionally hard to gain success, victory, and accolades? I dunno who decided that Simp ass Fiora and this unknown piece of shit Mark Michaels were even somewhat of a match for ME!...let alone me AND the Openweight Champion. But I guess I’ll give the good ol’ spoiler warning now, they ain’t bruhs. Not even close. As a matter a fact, I wipe my fookin asscheeks with the existences of Nathan Fiora and Mark Michaels. Them bois ain’t nowhere near my league, this ain’t finna be a match. What all of y’all are about to witness would better be described as...a slaughter! Anyways the mans on my side of the ring is none other than the Omega Wrestling Alliance Openweight Champion Baba Yaga. Now while I have no experience at all with my mans Yaga, I can respect his hustle. He’s a real champion unlike most of these other fake ass pussies in the wrestling business. He holds it down and takes on any challenge with an air of confidence that I can respect. The cat shit is a little weird and goofy, but everybody’s gotta have some personality to them huh? We can’t all be pure trash talking, ass whooping machines like me after all. But it’s all g my boi Yaga. You know why? Because no matter how much or how little you can contribute to this competition, we already got this shit in the bag! Trust me on that one brotha. Them two pasty bastards can’t beat to strong ethnic men like us, no matter how hard they try to enforce their privilege upon us.

And speaking of privilege...I guess that brings me to Nathan Fiora now don’t it. Good fookin god. Do you ever just shut the fook up and listen to yourself Nathan? Like honestly. You’re a complete sack of shit in every aspect of existing! You can hardly even just stand there and breath correctly can’t ya? But allow me to correct you on the points you “tried” to make against me recently...emphasis on tried. First off b, I ain’t no ingrate. Imma Don. Imma boss. Im THE SHIT! Meanwhile you’re JUST shit. Dunno if ya heard from anybody else yet or not. But honestly, you go on to talk about me embarrassing you at Hardcore Havoc and shit. I didn’t do shit to ya bro. Well I mean I did, but the whole embarrassing part. You was already setting yourself up for that long before I entered the picture. You see Nathan...it all started the day you defied all the odds, and actually managed to crawl out from ya mama’s vag. But our story begins many many years later after many many of your life failures later. Hardcore Havoc 2020 to be specific. You ACTUALLY managed to dethrone Jesus Christ for the Omega Wrestling Alliance World Television Championship. Good on you. For the first time in your miserable existence, ya did somethin right. But then you fooked it up in classic Fiora fashion, by talkin yo shit and causing Starkmane to have to come out and put you in your place! But even THAT wasn’t good enough for you to just say “You know what, tonight just ain’t my night...like most nights. Lemme go home and try again next time.” Like a normal person would probably think. Nah instead yo bitch ass decided to whine and cry some goddamn more, all the way until Scott Oasis himself sent ME out to deal with you. And by that he meant beat the shit out of you. Which I promptly did to s standing FOOKIN OVATION! But I guess I must’ve knocked you way too fookin silly. Just look at ya now. You don’t got shit else, so now you’ve gone insane and actually think you’re a prophet speaking any gospels? Trust me homie, you ain’t shit but a regular ass muthafooka. You ain’t a deity. You don’t got any divine messages. Ain’t no path to follow you on other than further mediocrity. So just stop it, and get some help. That’s what my Unc MJ would tell ya. So how’s about you do everybody a favor and stop actin like a weirdo and prepare for the ass kickin of a lifetime my boi. And I guess that only leaves Mark Michaels. The other muthafooka bold enough to talk reckless and start problems that he damn sure can’t finish himself. Listen bro, I dunno why you actin so hard like I’m supposed to be impressed. LIKE ANYBODY IS SUPPOSED TO BE IMPRESSED! WE DON’T EVEN KNOW WHO THE FOOK YOU ARE BRO! YOU AIN’T SHIT! HOW LONG YOU BEEN IN THE INDUSTRY?! THE WAY NATHAN HYPED YOU UP MADE IT SOUND LIKE YOU BEEN AROUND A HOT MINUTE! WHAT YOU GOT TO YOUR NAME TO JUSTIFY THAT KINDA PRAISE?! HUH?! WELL?! WE’RE ALL WAITING! Oh yeah that’s right...YOU AIN’T EVER BEEN SHIT! Dudes like you make the wrestling industry so goddamn corny and played out tho. With your generic, cheesy insults that have been used by dudes in this business for generations. You basic ass hype lines talkin about how you’re gonna “lay down an asswhooping on us” How original. I bet I can’t think of anyone else who’s ever said something like that, let alone that exact wording. “DuDeS lIkE yOu HaVe No PaSsIoN fOr WrEsTlInG!” Shut the fook up you goddamn mouthbreather. You only get ONE CHANCE TO MAKE AN IMPACTFUL FIRST IMPRESSION MARK! AND YOU JUST WASTED YOURS! BECAUSE NOW EVERYBODY KNOWS YOU’RE A BASIC ASS SIMPLETON MEATHEAD! Although in a way...Tarah Nova fooked you over by bookin you against me to begin with, so if you’re gonna be mad at anybody...she’s the one to blame for what happens to ya. Now I could go on and ramble endlessly on about useless trivia and basic insults...but then I’d sound just like YOU! So instead I’ll leave you two bitches with this. THIS FRIDAY NIGHT ON OLYMPUS, SIMP FIORA AND MARK BORING ARE GONNA FIND OUT WHY CHAZ “MONEYBAGZ” O’CONNORS IS CALLED MR. BEATCHO!

Re: OWA Promos July 1st 2020, 11:10 pm by Guest

"Have you Tried Turning it On and Off?"

(Scene shows Revy and Mizuko sitting on sofas in an executive like office space. Mizuko is still angry with Revy over her costing them the match on the previous episode of Odyssey, giving her the silent treatment. Mizuko’s eyes filled with murderous intent as Revy has a sad look upon her face.)

Revy: Alright, Mizuko-chan. I get it. We had a bit of the Rocky start. Sure, reviewing the tapes and watching the match again, it can be perceived as you “had it” won, But in the heat of the moment, I don’t know. I felt I had to stepped in. You’re mad. I get it, but please. I can’t stand it. I mean, the thought of my one and true best friend angry at me? Man, your eyes, they cut me like knives. Almost as if you want to murder me.

(Mizuko slightly nods her head in agreement)

Revy: See, you felt it too. But I get it. I have a problem. It was my fault, and I don’t want this to tear us apart. I can change. I CAN CHAAAANGE!! If you let me. But I need to know what it is exactly that caused me to fuck shit up all the time. So again, thank you for coming here today. Now, we can let the healing begin.

(Revy pulls up a six pack from the side and grabs a can. She pops a tab open and proceeds to drink it, finishing it in seconds. She hits a button on the conference phone on the coffee table in front of them as it begins to dial.)

???: Hello, this is Baljeet speaking. How may I be of assistance today?

Revy: Ranjeet, I, no, we need your help today.

Baljeet: It’s Baljeet, and sure. What inquiry can I assist you with?

Revy: So Mizzy and I, we hit a roadblock on relationship.

Baljeet: Is this a questions in regards to IT, or..

Revy: Please, Chandre. Let me finish. So Mizzu and I, we are a tag team and best friends. But about 2 weeks ago. We had this match where Mizuko was totally crushing it, but something in me got triggered that I felt like I had to tag myself in to secure the win, and ultimately cost us the match. Now Mizuko-chan is mad at me, and it sucks big fat balls. And now, we got another match this week, and I’m afraid I’m gonna do it again. Please, fix us!

Baljeet: Alright, again, this is the IT line. I am not a licensed therapist. I can’t help you in regards to these kinds of…

Revy: Listen here, Bodhi. I paid an extra $50 bucks for my warranty when I purchased your office chairs, and it said it covered both warranty and unlimited use of support for a year. I know those deals are typically a scam, but I was drunk when I made these purchase, and I’m damn well gonna exercise my right to use them. So you’re gonna help me with this, or am I gonna need to speak with your manager?

Baljeet: Ok, ok. We don’t have to go there. Ms. Bevy. Let me ask you, how was your past experience working with a tag team partner?

Revy: Why would that matter? I’m tagging with Mizuko now. I mean…. At one point in my life, I did team up with Savannah Sunshine.

Baljeet: And how was your time with Sabina SunShine?

Revy: I dunno. Exhausting. Frustrating. Like, I remember putting so much of myself into our team while she didn’t really do much. Like, I really wanted to do well, but she didn’t really seem to play ball, and it really felt like I was doing all the work, like I was carrying her.

Baljeet: And how did that make you feel?

Revy: Honestly, Angry. Because after I did all that, she was all like, “Revy is holding me back” and you know, that shit really hurt. Like I really tried for once in my life. But she threw me aside like I was nothing. Went off to do her own thing while leaving me alone.

Baljeet: And….

Revy: I guess I’m afraid if I don’t try hard enough, Mizuko-chan might leave me too, so I’m trying too hard as a tag team partner. And maybe I just need to remember that Mizuko isn’t Savannah, rather, she is better than her, someone I should trust to carry our weight. And maybe I shouldn’t treat every person I am friends with like they are Savannah Sunshine?

Baljeet: I’m not a professional, but if you ask me, I think you got it. I believe this Sabina Sunshine was the source of your trust issues and you didn’t trust your partner enough to let her carry the team.

Revy: Wow, Dipaka. You are really smart? Like Fuck. It’s that simple. I need to let the past go, and learn to trust my tag team partner. Wow, you were amazing there? Anything I can give you? My address? My social security number? My credit card info?

Baljeet: Not necessarily. As long as the issue has been resolved. And I hope both you and Mizuko the best.

Revy: YOU HEAR THAT, MIZUKO-CHAN! I’M CURED! I’M FIXED! I’M GONNA LET GO OF THE PAST AND LEARN TO TRUST YOU MORE! AK-47 IS BACK IN BUSINESS!!

(Mizuko looks at Revy with deadpan eyes, she says in Japanese)

Mizuko: << If you do that shit again, I’m gonna stuff you in a trunk and drive the car with you off a cliff.>>

Revy: SHE’S TALKING TO ME AGAIN!! JOYOUS OCCASIONS!! From this point forward, we are gonna kick ass!

Baljeet: Congratulations! May I ask? Which promotion are you with? I happen to be a wrestling fan myself.

Revy: OWA.

Bajeet: OWA?! Wow, I’m speaking with a rep from the same company of the Bollywood World Order. I’m a huge fan.

Revy: SCUSE ME?! Did you just say you were a fan of the Bollywood World Order? You hear this shit? This man actually stans Apu and Bapu Singh!

(Mizuko rises out of her seat and rips the phone off the table and holds it up to her face.

Mizuko: << You’re telling me you enjoy watching Bollywood World Order?! This is why India sucks! >>

Baljeet: Why does she sound so mad? Did I say anything that offended her?

Revy: Mizzy tends to have these loud outbursts where she would say something in Japanese and I think you might have offended her.

Baljeet: Well I’m sorry that I offen---

Mizuko: NO SORRY! << God people like the Bollywood World Order?! I guess it’s fair, how backward can people be over there in India. Why can’t you be normal and simp for Aria or something?! >>

Baljeet: Sorry I can’t understa---

Mizuko: << Of course you can’t! No one can understand me ever since I got to this country! Revy’s a little airhead and Moongoose is just a walking looney tunes character! Just because you like BWO, I want you to watch Atlantis this week Baljeet. Watch the show and watch me rip your favorites apart! >>

Revy: Now you made Mizzy mad. See if I get mad, someone just gets a few bruisers and one stunner. Not one of those weak X-Crushers but a real stunner but Mizuko? Last time she got mad, she threw that out from a couple of floors high and he was also beaten up mercilessly.

(Revy’s tag partner soon stares directly at her. Mizuko’s gaze at Revy is one of pure malice.)

Mizuko: << The last person to get me mad was you! Just be happy that you’re the Boss’ sister and I can’t cut you down right now or I would do it right now.>>

(Mizuko soon does a cutthroat gesture at Revy who seems to think it’s not for her but for Baljeet.)

Revy: Yeah, you’re right Mizuko.

Baljeet: What did she say?

Revy: Something about cutting up both Apu and Bapu.

Baljeet: How can you tell what she is saying? You don’t speak Japanese at all.

Revy: I speak the language of friendship, I can tell what she is saying by looking at her. We’re THAT tight.

(Mizuko lets a sigh as the camera tightens her hand into a fist while continuing to glare at Revy.)

Mizuko: I hate you!

Revy: Now Mizuko hates you, that’s how tight we are. Mizuko is such a sweet person and making her hate you means you must be a horrible person. I mean, to support the Bollywood Order. I bet you also asked for Apu on the Simpsons to be cancelled. But let me tell you,Apu and Bapu, those two curry munchers are a greater disservice to the people of India, when damn it, all Apu did was run a Kwik-e-mart and had 8 children in an arranged marriage, but got damn it, he was an American hero in my eyes. God bless Apu Nahasapeemapetilon. He’s the only Indian man you all should stan.

Mizuko: <<”Thank you, Come again!” It’s a fuckin’s classic. CLASSIC!>>

Baljeet: Ok, this is all getting a little bit too offensive for me, I’m just gonna go..

Revy: You’re offended? I’m offended! I’m right here trying with Mizuko to be OWA’s next greatest tag team ever, and here you are telling me Apu and Bapu are your “favourites?” Man! What happened to you? You use to be cool.

Baljeet: Madam, I’m just an IT representative, I’m sorry if I’ve offended you in anyway.

(Mizuko rises up and raises a katana sword in the air and starts swinging it erratically)

Revy: OH FOR FUCK SAKES!! BALJEET! YOU REALLY DONE IT NOW!! RUN WHILE YOU CAN!! I’LL HOLD HER OFF! MIZUKO-CHAN IS IN THE MOOD FOR INDIAN STYLE SHEEKH KEBAB!! Mizuko please!! Put the blade down!!

Mizuko: <>

(Mizuko drives the katana through the phone and the table as Revy looks on in awe and even does a little clap!)

Revy: Wow. wow! I think we made a lot of progress today, Mizuko! From this point on, We’ll be unstoppable!

(Revy sticks out her hands in front of Mizuko, Mizuko glares at it, only to spit into the hand. Revy looks on in confusion, only to spit on it too, and force a handshake on Mizuko who tries to pul her arm out in disgust)

Revy: There, we are like blood now…. Onee-chan! See what I did there? Learning a little Japanese for you.

Mizuko: <>

(Mizuko storms off as Revy stays behind. Her eyes widen and full of hope for the future.)

Revy: I’m never gonna wash this hand again.

Re: OWA Promos July 1st 2020, 10:52 pm by **Emmanuelle**

The Measuring Stick

Tokyo Dome
Tokyo, Japan
SSW Wrestle Spirit

[Moments after their triumph against Kirapiero and Reginald Dampshaw III, April and Diantha make their way back towards the press conference area, their SSW World Tag Team Championships draped over their shoulders. Diantha is absolutely elated, her rarely-seen smile beaming brightly in front while April is happy but obviously distracted.]

Diantha: We just won a match...in the Tokyo Dome. I used to dream of coming to a place like this, a cathedral of wrestling, doing what my brother has done before and winning a title match in front of thousands of people. Still...close call, huh?

April: Yeah. I remember when I used to work at another place, we got passed over for a show here. Women, I mean. We did Korakuen, but nothing in the world is like fighting here. And yeah, close call. YOU almost got tapped out! Was that a little ring rust I saw there, Di?

Diantha: Maybe a little. But I’ll be ready for Boiling Point. You know how much that match and that title mean to me. April, you okay? You seem a little zoned out.

April: Y-yeah. Just thinking about what I have ahead of me.

Diantha: Don’t worry about that right now. We worked hard to keep these, let’s celebrate at least for a moment.

[Diantha cracks open two celebratory drinks provided and passes it over to April, who is smiling but still very much not in the moment.]

Diantha/April: KANPAI!!!!

[The two partners drink up, April nearly choking on the beer, looking at it to find out what it was before setting it down. Diantha downs her beer with no problem.]

April: Bud Light. No wonder. Well, it wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t our best work but just like we said we would defend our titles. For now, we have some serious issues to attend to elsewhere but we’re proud to hold these titles. We’ll take on anybody in SSW, OWA, anywhere. We want to put these bad boys on the map and what better way to start that by winning your first title defense in the damn Tokyo Dome.

Diantha: (in Japanese) As we told you, we are here to stay. We may be “part timers” here in Japan, but we are a full-time team and an effective one. Now with our V1 defense out of the way, we have to head back home to prepare for OWA’s Boiling Point. My vow is when I return to this wonderful country I will have the OWA Women’s World Championship and the SSW World Tag Team Championship. I will get it done, decisively. Now...my partner obviously needs to get something off her chest. I think I know what exactly that is, so please listen to her words. That’s all!

[April looks up in confusion as Diantha starts to get up, draping her belt back over her shoulder and heading off to the locker room.]

April: Well...there goes my partner. So, I kinda popped off on Twitter a while back and before I know it, I’m booked back in the Omega Wrestling Alliance for an Outlaw Championship Match. That match is against who I think is the absolute best female wrestler on the planet today. That is no disrespect to Cameron Ella Ava, Azumi Goto, Stephanie Matsuda, Dulce Torres, Claudia Michaels, name anybody you want. Aria is the woman on top right now and nothing you can offer me will make me think different.

To have her list of accolades and accomplishments at her age is just an obscene feat. Her strength, stamina, speed, her technical skill, all on a whole different level than most who put on wrestling boots. So, I bet all of you are wondering why I even bothered to call her out. I just lost my singles title there and she’s taking a title that was a joke and making it into something beautiful. I have other things to worry about like my match at Boiling Point, my business in WrestleWorld. LAW is finally back up and running shows. I know what most of you are thinking:

April Song is absolutely fucking insane to challenge the best women’s wrestler, maybe the best wrestler in the world regardless of gender, on the planet. Why? Is she that desperate for the Outlaw Championship? Is she that obsessed with Aria Jaxon?

I think that the best way to get you all to understand why this match means so much to me, why it’s not just some ordinary championship encounter is to go back to the beginning of my career. Back to that place. Even when we were there, she was already collecting World Championships. I had a nice run there, winning a tag championship and their version of the Specialists Championship, but compared to her I felt like an ant completely enveloped and buried in the shadow of a colossus. To be clear, this isn’t jealousy or hatred on my end. Not anymore. We’ve met several times in singles competition and she’s beaten me more times than I care to remember. She’s even better now, wrestling and beating men on a regular basis.

Because of some things beyond either of our control, I never got my chance to prove my worth against her in a championship match. I never got my chance to face the absolute best in the world and show the world what I can truly do with something on the line other than my pride. I’ve only beaten her one time my entire career, singles, tag team, battle royal, you name it. She was a fireball of rage coming at me for something that I did that I regret to this very day….I just happened to catch her on a bad day and made her tap out. Did that make me feel vindicated, happy? Satisfied?

Fuck no.

The Outlaw Championship would mean a lot to me, no doubt. A chance to win a title off a woman like that, a chance to build a legacy with a reborn championship that was once a joke. A chance to do everything that I wanted so desperately I wanted to do with the Goddesses Championship but Fate, Alyssa Grace and Stephanie Matsuda conspired to keep that from me. I’m going to be honest with you all. I don’t have many chances like this left. You all see the new wave coming. La Llorona, Jonetta Stone, my young tag team partner Hana Nakajima, Gwen Harper, Liara Lawson, so much young talent that even as good as I am I may not get too many more chances like this.

Every. Single. Match. Matters. But this? This match? It means so much more.

My past is something that I’ve been trying to escape, honestly. Ironic that over the past few weeks and months, I’m facing my past more than ever. I used to look on with resentment as the former HeartBreak Gal would wrestle men and didn’t have time for female wrestlers. Now myself and Claudia Michaels are sharing the ring in WrestleWorld in a war for dominance. Tarah Nova was another important piece of my past. We have been good friends and even fought side by side here in Japan, but I had to know before she hung up those Chucks and the leather jacket for good if I could beat her. At Lethal Hearts I got that answer that I was desperate for. It took everything in my arsenal, three Northern Lights Bombs and a Brave Bird, but I finally found the truth. My feud with Matsuda...very similar. That’s one reason why we’re fighting like we are now all over the world. I have to know that I can beat her, woman to woman. We had one match where I had her beaten, but an overzealous member of management rang the bell, depriving me of my victory when I finally had my validation in hand. I was declared the “winner”...but it felt like I had lost something. My self- respect. But an opportunity like this? As petty as I am, this is a wonderful piece of motivation for me:

How would she feel knowing that little mediocre April Song got the jump on her old Formation buddy in a title match that she popped off on Twitter for to get for free free...when she has three title matches given to her on a silver platter in her contract and failed twice, including a Draw with the legendary Aria Jaxon?

Matches like the one I’m going to have Thursday night, that’s why I catch red-eye flights back and forth between Japan, the United States and Europe! That’s why I spend all my time in the gym training for, every second of the day I have to spare watching tape. Wrestling is my life, something that I used to think of as only a side job that has infected my very existence. I want to show Aria just how far I’ve come, that I’m not just the little degenerate that was in the Crowe’s Nest. I want to show her and Stephanie that I’m not just the same aloof submission machine that doesn’t care about the business.

I want to show everyone just how far I’ve come, just how much this sport means to me. I want to prove that I belong in main events, that I deserve this opportunity that I was granted. I will prove that I shouldn’t have EVER been passed up for an Openweight Championship match, all the little snubs like that. Remember the Promethean Chamber? Remember how I was LEFT OUT? I DO! REMEMBER HOW I BEGGED, PLEADED FOR AN OPENWEIGHT TITLE OPPORTUNITY AND WAS CONSTANTLY PASSED OVER?!

I DO!

EVEN IN STRONG STYLE WRESTLING, I TAKE A BACKSEAT! AM I PROUD TO HAVE THE TAG TEAM TITLES...YES…

BUT I AM CAPABLE OF MORE!
Now. Maybe I’m making too much out of one match. Maybe I’m too obsessed with legacy. We’ll find out soon enough. But one thing that I know for certain: Aria Jaxon is not the only one who has evolved. I have spent the last two and a half years working my ass off, adding moves to my arsenal preparing for this very moment. I want to stand across the ring from the best, and beat the best. The biggest challenge that I will have is blocking out everything else. Matsuda, Claudia, my war with the Void, even the future of these SSW Tag titles. All of that will have to take a backseat.

I know Aria Jaxon. I know she respects me. But I also know she is not going to just bend the knee and give me the title just because it may make me feel better about myself. She’s worked hard for it and I’m going to have to work three times as hard to take it from her. She is without a doubt the best wrestler I’ve ever faced.

She’s also the best wrestler I’ve ever beaten.

Even if I do beat her, I won’t be foolish enough to say I’ve surpassed her. This match is about showing the entire world that I’ve finally caught up. I wouldn’t ask for a match of this magnitude if I wasn’t fully prepared to DIE in the ring if necessary to emerge victorious. I damn sure wouldn’t have asked for it if I didn’t believe that I could win. The time for dreaming is done, the time for action is upon us.

This match means more to me than I can describe in words. Not just for gold, not just to put a chapter of my past to rest at long last, but to build a new future and make the Iron Squadron’s dream a reality:

The two of us standing in the famed Estadio Azteca as a team of Double Champions. Step one comes Thursday.

[April stands up and leaves, her title draped over her shoulder.]

Re: OWA Promos July 1st 2020, 9:58 pm by **VaeVictisBD**

Shackles

"The Prodigal Son" Finnegan Wakefield

"I stopped feeling the need to justify my career when people only viewed it from their demented perceptions.

Sure enough, as predictable as the sun rising, Jett, you analyzed my career through a poor attempt at gaslighting. By no stretch of the imagination are you the first to do that, that doesn’t make you any less foolish for being a participant in that logical downward spiral. Most people that play that particular card – the one where they think the whole world is out to get them or it’s simply standing in their way – are often their own Achilles heel for being so weak of character. They preach adapting and enduring but can’t seem to do either. They believe the world should change for them, all because they are too stubborn to change for the world. You, like anyone else who had believed that wrestling will have to revolve around you to be a better place, don’t fare well pitted against those who have endured and adapted — thrived through persistence rather than reluctance. Or are you still going to suggest that I should feel ashamed? Ashamed for being proud in winning matches without a shortcut. Ashamed the rules don’t shackle me down to mediocrity like they clearly do to you. I can most certainly see why you detest the existence of the rules that govern professional wrestling so much. By reading between the lines it doesn’t seem to stem solely from your resentment of them being enforced; rather your indignation of them resides because they hinder any shortcut of yours to strive. For a supposed world-class athlete you sure do seem adamant that you need leniency and assistance handed to you so that you can prove it. Otherwise, you just complain about it. What more, pray tell, did you require to beat Oliver Harpe? Are you just gonna make the excuse that there wasn’t enough allotted time for you to defeat him? If so, that speaks volumes about your abilities than it does about your philosophies. Surely, for someone who believes so highly of themselves as you do, the amount of time that you were given should have sufficed. So am I to believe your credo or your results? Neither of them stands out as impressive or veracious. They just sound like the crying woes of someone who wants to be the best by any means necessary; a goal that is far beyond your reach at this rate. You spend far too many words attempting to sound like an all-knowing force that it ironically set yourself up as knowing very little with the prosecution to do even less.

If you truly think you have this great understanding of me, based on your thesis' alone, I’d advise you to hit the books again.

For someone who believes they have me studied down to a science, you haven’t even dissected me skin deep. And if I were to have it a guess why, you’re scared of what you’d find if you dug any deeper into the person I am. It is much safer to live in that little bubble of ignorance. You have no idea who I am. You have no idea the things I’ve gone through in this ring. All you have is the little tiny asterisks without any of the experience, yet you feel you can use them as ammunition against me? Pathetic. Simply and nothing more than pathetic. I don’t care if you respected me. I don't care if you don't anymore. It doesn't play any significant factor in my life. But if you at any point did perhaps you would’ve done a little bit of actual research than a brief skim over my recent history. Which I guess, puts us on a level field as I knew nothing about you beyond this conceited self-hype that you are trying to sell me on — self-aggrandizement that no one is buying into. I’ve got a read of the person that you are from everything you’ve said about me and, quite frankly, I am far from impressed. All you see me as is a former champion. Yet you don’t wanna focus on the defences of the title that I had. Or the number of days in which I held it. Why? Because that doesn’t play into the little narrative you’re trying to spin. It wouldn’t paint me as a phony if the facts were there. You have no idea the things I have gone through. The wars I have been through inside this ring and out. Last season, hand over my heart, I have no excuses. I lost a lot of important matches. I hadn't progressed any closer to a championship that entire year. I own that as my own failure. I’ve never made that a secret. But does that make me less of a competitor now? Now that I have bested two former champions and the current front-runner of the promotion? Of course, you would say so. That would be the last straw that you could clutch onto with a desperate grip when it comes to being pitted against me. The simple fact of the matter is this; you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into with me. Your poorly weaved false narrative is a testament to that. If I was someone that you truly, truly wanted to be in the ring against at some point in your career, you would have educated yourself in actual fact and not fiction to recognize the pattern like-minded individuals have set before you; one that doesn't favor your odds.

I may be someone you have wanted to step in the ring with, but it’s evident that you’re not ready to. It's not a mutual feeling. You may see me as a welcome mat. In fact, I implore you to keep thinking so. But just remember; you’re stepping into a ring I put on the map. You're in a company I helped build the foundations for. If you wanna make your first grand impression by spewing ignorance at me? Then I can't help but see you as someone I will kick back out the door.

Until then, I’ll entertain your departure from the reality you live in. I find them whimsical in their lunacy. The mental gymnastics you have to do to try and make me feel ashamed is nothing short of a circus act. And making such broad assumptions is painting your face like a clown. You are quick to criticize the fact I am no longer the OWA World Champion I once was. But do you know the exact reason why it is no longer my possession? Of course you don't. You don't have a clue. You have zero idea as to why I had to forfeit it, yet you believe it to be ammunition to use against me. Well, you can most certainly try to. But you'll find it a rather ineffective method of shooting me down. It was the hardest decision I ever had to make with my career, something I am far from proud of, but you stand on no grounds to try and use that to sound superior to me in any way. Does it make me a phony for prioritizing something that I valued more outside of the ring? Does it make me an insincere, pretentious, or deceitful person for stepping away from all of this, all of this that I helped to build and everything I had achieved by prioritizing my own health? You clearly need to brush up on what that word means. Because I am in no rush to get it all back. I am more than happy to repay all my dues to get back to the world championship status I once had. I am more than confident in my abilities to earn them back sooner rather than later. Unlike you, Jett, I don't require rules to bend to me or to boast unfound superiority over everyone that will listen. Simply put me in the ring with the best and I will drill it into even the thickest of skulls. I have beaten some of the 21st century's best already.

You are far from one of them.

Since you wanted to try and debunk my most recent victory, I will use this as a learning experience for you. Seeing as you haven't won a match here yet, I will enlighten you -- especially since the rules seem scary and confusing to you. Do you know what forces exist in obtaining victory? Using my victory over Bull Connors as an example, you're under the impression that it wasn't my accomplishment in doing so. You persist that it was due to Derelict playing a hand in it and decided the outcome. Well, there is a rule for situations like that which wrestling has enforced for many decades now; the penalty of disqualification. If he had decided the outcome, he would have had to have been physically involved in the cause and effect. Yet, he never touched Bull Connors. He never drew Bull's attention away from me as his opponent. Hell, he didn't even draw the referee's attention to allow me an opening to take an illegal action for an advantage. Not that I would have taken it even had the opportunity arose. If anything, his presence was more at my expense in terms of making an opening. Actually watch the match and you'll come to find Bull speared him inadvertently as a result of me evading his oncoming attack. He took Derelict out of the equation. And I capitalized on that. Every action that led to me applying the Wakefield Special III on Bull and causing him to pass out in the hold was entirely a force of my own. Not of Derelicts. So, to what degree should I be ashamed, Jett? For what reason should I entertain the notion that the outcome could have perhaps been different had he not reared his ugly head? In the realm of possibility, there are many likely outcomes. But in one dictated by my own will, that was the outcome that occurred. It made no difference that he made an appearance. He neither aided me nor hindered me. So what difference does it make? Regardless of how twisted your vision is of the situation, I beat Bull Connors as honorably as I would and have beat anyone else. I would have rejected any other means. I don't lack the manhood to accept a victory not earned by my own merit.

I am not a liar for accepting the reality, but you are a liar for denying it.

I guess my only remaining question for you is this; what ammunition do you have left for someone bulletproof? Every cute remark you made against me doesn't even nick the skin -- verbal barbs that haven't left a cut. For an innovator, you recycle the same garbage I have been hearing for years. And for someone with the audacity to label me a phony, you sure don't seem prepared for the not too distant future -- when your convictions are tested as the WSIII is locked in. If your convictions are as strong as your wit... well then, I guess I lied. I guess I have one more question after all. Is the self-proclaimed Templar of the Skies prepared for when it comes crashing down on top of his very head? Because when the pattern continues and you are faced with only two options left -- passing out or tapping out -- there won't be a third. Your air of superiority will die. Your reflection on professional wrestling will crack. And your screams of anguish will be the only vocalized influence that will be documented."

Re: OWA Promos July 1st 2020, 7:14 pm by Keelan Callihan

Fucking aye. Where does it end?

Why do I gotta keep fighting these fools on Atlantis? Am I being punished for something? I know I’m a bit of a cunt but I’m a reputable individual in this business, and they got me teaming up and going against clowns?! I’m out here being booked against bozos when I should be on top of this god damned company as the man; much like I was on Kingdom. At least this time around I’m facing somebody that will give me more of a challenge. People are gonna go into this match knowing that Stark and myself are going to put on a hell of a performance, because the two of us have walked in similar shoes. Stark, the current OWA Television Champion, has got quite the target on his back opening these challenges up on every show. I appreciate that you’re a fighting champion and I’d expect nothing less from a talent such as yourself.

You are one hell of a performer in the ring…

...but fuck you’re a stupid cunt.

You think I’ve got business with the likes of Chaz O’Connors? You really think I’m out here wanting to pick a fight with him? Have a match with him? I simply just want that piece of shit out of the picture. He’s just some bloke thinking he’s got what it takes to make it on this show but doesn’t realize that he’s got the likes of you and I running around running it. He’s undeserving of anything that comes his way unless it’s these fists. And if he even thinks he’s going to intefere in our match this week he’s going to surely regret it. No Stark, the bigger picture is, and always has been, you. I bet you’re loving all this attention that you’re getting, but what they say about all publicity is good publicity is a falsehood. You’re belittling a prestigious championship like the Television Title, and it’s because a stupid fuckwit like you is holding it. I bet you felt so proud when you announced that you wanted to do open challenges for this title. Well guess what, dickhead? It’s a god damned TV Title. It’s supposed to be defended on every Olympus against any opponent. And sure you saved it from the clutches of the likes of Jesus Christ and Nathan Fiora, but it really shows the pool of individuals that have held this title these last few months to be lesser men. You are no better. While you were wrestling in I Simp matches like the joke you are, I was putting on match of the year contenders against the likes of Kenny Drake and Finnegan Wakefield.

But maybe you aren’t so stupid. You do recognize that I am one of the last true threats left on this absolute joke of a roster. There are blokes on this roster that are going to be real challenges on my path to becoming the Omega Heavyweight Champion. Stark, we’ve known each other a long time and this will be the first time we will go one on one. I expect a great match, as does the rest of the world. But I know your weaknesses. I know that you were fine wrestling in joke matches against that dickhead Nathan Fiora because you’re nothing but a lesser man. And while you are talented, your talent doesn’t match your arrogance. You have the gall to call me a hothead and tell me that I’m an individual who doesn’t know how to pick himself back up after a loss. The latter was correct for a long time, but it’s no longer the case now. I haven’t lost a singles match since getting that weight off of my shoulders that was Finnegan Wakefield back at Final Destination 2, and any loss I do receive, whether it be against you or anybody else, is not going to phase me. Like you said, we both have ultimate goals and that’s the world title. You mention hiatuses, but your dumbass hasn’t done enough homework on me because I’ve only ever taken one in my time here in OWA. When I came back, I was the fucking man on Kingdom. I ruled that shit. I beat Nasir Moore, but I didn’t leave after that? Are you retarded? Did you forget Zaibatsu’s dominance after that? Did you forget the hell of a match Stephanie Matsuda and myself had at Civil War? Did you forget Carlos Rosso and myself winning the tag titles? Who’s foot were you rubbing when all that happened you fucking simp? Nathan Fiora’s? God, I’m going back on my original statement. You ARE stupid. Kurt Cobain’s ceiling has more brains than you. You’re a stupid man who’s so self-centered that he doesn’t pay attention to the shit that’s going on around him. Congratulations dickhead, you played yourself.

No mate, Chaz ain’t a guy I’m chasing. It’s you. It’s your championship. Defeating you might be the wake up call you need. Defeating you might finally get your head out of your ass. If Chaz wants to fuck with me and get in the way, he’ll be sorry, but my goal for right now is you, Stark. And you saying that I don’t deserve this match, after everything you’ve said about me being a threat on this roster, is laughable. I deserve everything. I will GET everything. I will HAVE everything. And if you’re asking for the best possible version of myself, which is what you were going to get anyway, then expect to no longer be known as a champion after this Friday. You can still have your petty little match with Finn, but just know that when he kicks your ass as well, it’ll be you questioning what the fuck happened as you return to YOUR pit of stagnant mediocrity that you’ve built yourself over the course of your career.

Home sweet home, mate.

The Killer is coming.

Re: OWA Promos July 1st 2020, 4:21 pm by **NikiKhanKTA**

PORTLAND, OR
GUTTER RAT GYM - ROOF
11:52 PM on WEDNESDAY

The skyline of the Rose City shines in the night sky. Mt. Hood looms in the background. The moon hangs high overhead, shining down on the rain covered city.

On the gym roof are two men, Tyler Bridges and TJ Burns. Tyler sits on a couch set up near the water tower, and TJ practices kick flips a few feet away. Tyler has his hood pulled, a burning J hanging from his mouth, and he nonchalantly rolls a second. He looks up at the camera, whistles to TJ, and tsks.

TYLER BRIDGES

Man...you two got maaaaaad.

TJ BURNS

Did you see Noah’s face?!

TYLER BRIDGES

“SHUTTHEFUCKUP! SHUTTHEFUCKUP! HUBBAHUHBUHBUH!”

TJ BURNS

Pfffft, nah Noah. Lackey. You fuckin stooge.

TYLER BRIDGES

Because just like Daddy Eon said while you were tantruming...Not a fuckin thing has changed. We still here, way more interesting than you two will ever be; way more talented than you two will ever be; way fuckin flyer than you two...so on and so forth.

TJ BURNS

And it might SEEM...like this has all been said before, Eon...and you’re right. Clever. But that’s because YOU TWO are stuck in this fuckin Groundhog Day of dipshittery and only give us so much to work with, ya know what I mean? If you want something NEW? Say something BESIDES bullshit that doesn’t play out. Yeah? You want us to do something BESIDES call you guys losers and fuckin assholes? Then BE MORE than LOSERS and FUCKING ASSHOLES. Want me to stop calling you a FUCKBOI? Then do the IMPOSSIBLE and STOP BEING A FUCKBOI.

TYLER BRIDGES

Oh, I gotta clarify...he’s MAINLY talking to Eon. It’s too late for Noah.

TJ BURNS

We DID say back then that Noah was the weak link. I’m SO GLAD you memorized that beating and the build up to it...Cos like the rest of the wrestling community, WE said “duh” and moved on...and you wanna know what’s up?

TYLER BRIDGES

He’s STILL the weak link, and Eon STILL a dud! Not a GOD DAMN THING has changed!

TJ BURNS

And Eon actually had the fuckin nerve to say “nothing learned, nothing gained.” Even though he’s the fuckin one STILL calling us “just stoners.” Bitch, stay stagnant. Stay molding. Stay arrogant and fulla yerself, Cos you and I BOTH know, the only way you get

Dubs? Is if you’re pinning your boy Noah or getting him to be a good little bitch for you.

TYLER BRIDGES

Yo, you notice how Eon never said Noah was any good?

TJ BURNS

Why would he say that? It’s a flat out lie.

TYLER BRIDGES

He just says they “on the same page”...It all makes so much sense. All of it. This isn’t ABOUT you two as a team...this isn’t about “bringing the OWA to ruin-“

TJ BURNS

PFFFFFFFFFFFT. Laaaaaaaame.

TYLER BRIDGES

This is all because EON...Needs to PROVE something using ya bois, Tyler and Teej. I get it now. This is all cos Eon’s feelings got hurt...see, Noah’s dumb as fuck, right? But he’s not SO dumb that he wants to keep picking fights with us. As we’ve said before - and apparently Eon can fact check this - we use him as a fuckin PRACTICE bag every time he’s near us, so he’s probably well aware that he’s not on our level.

TJ BURNS

BUT EON? I can tell, that prick HATES...HATES that two dudes from the fuckin gutter are BETTER than him, and that we prove it time and time again. He HATES that in the same short amount of time, WE have taken the world by storm and STOPPED his “apocalypse” horseshit in its tracks. Every time we step in that ring wit him, we EXPOSE that motherfucker for the fuckin flash-in-the-pan he is. You can tell, whenever he’s with his girl? Going to town? He’s thinking about us.

TYLER BRIDGES

So is she.

TJ BURNS

Honestly, you coulda gone to fuckin Build-A-Bear and MADE the SAAAAAME partners. Because I know, from the bottom of my heart? YOU, Eon, aren’t gonna LET Noah do anything. That dumb motherfucker is gonna run around saying this match DOESN’T benefit the more experienced team...are you gonna let someone THAT delusional attempt to take control in this match?

TYLER BRIDGES

This is the same guy, Eon, that mocked us for getting a ROLL UP WIN...EVEN FUCKING THOUGH...HE DOESNT HAVE A PIN YET. This is the SAME FUCKING GUY...EON...that not THREE WEEKS AGO, was moping and calling you a fuckin asshole. You two wanna call this a “calculated attack?”

TJ BURNS

Then you must be in remedial fuckin arithmetic, Cos the calculations are WAY off on this shit.

TYLER BRIDGES

Here’s a word problem - Noah, don’t worry...this isn’t for you.

TJ BURNS

If you have One dipshit, and you keep multiplying it by THE SAME OTHER DIPSHIT...you get…

TYLER BRIDGES

...12.

TJ BURNS

Fuck 12. No, you get Chaos Elite. The SAME TWO DIPSHITS...MULTIPLYING and AMPLIFYING the others fuckin dipshittiness.

TYLER BRIDGES

See, all that’s well and funny...but honestly, boys...schools about to be in session. Y’all are gonna get an ELITE education on what REAL cohesiveness looks like. Y’all are gonna sit front row in a MASTERCLASS of TAG. TEAM. WRESTLING.

TJ BURNS

Everything leading up to this has been...fun. But lemme tell ya kids...the fun will stop once we hit that ring. I don’t know how many times we gotta say this, but we are DONE losing...that’s YALLS job. Nah, starting with this Olympus, we’re gonna change the motherfuckin GAME. Once that timer starts, you guys step face-to-face with the REALITY of how good we really are. It ain’t shit talk, it ain’t hype. It’s scripture. It’s ink in fuckin wool. It’s honest to God FACT...we are the BETTER team - better than you, better than The Nice Guys, better than ANYONE IN THE FUCKIN GALAXY. You gotta go to the fuckin next nebula over to find OUR equals while I can go to any fuckin sex shop and pick any two dildos to take your places. There will be a team that proves us wrong, but you two will turn out like that boy from INXS if you hold your breath waiting...Cos trust me? You cunts AINT it. Being on the “same page” ain’t enough. You gotta trust your partner more than ANYBODY...you gotta trust your partner will BE THERE FOR YOU when you need it, and boys? There is NO WAY you have that kind of respect for each other yet. This team is a cup of fuckin coffee old, and it was made from the bitter old grinds of the ass kicking we gave you before. This whole thing of yours tastes like shit, and you BOTH fuckin know it.

TYLER BRIDGES

I want you two to know...we don’t, like...HATE you.

TJ BURNS

I do.

TYLER BRIDGES

OK, I don’t hate you...I see a future for you both...for Eon... Hell...y’all might get a couple of pins! Good!...So what we’re gonna do? Is fight you like you guys ARE as good as you say you are.

TJ BURNS

There goes your one shot.

TYLER BRIDGES

I’m gonna make damn sure that THIS match...THIS match sets the bar for the future of the Tag Team Division...I know that Teej over here is gonna spend EVERY SECOND of that 30 minutes, hyping that fuckin crowd and pushing the fuckin limits of what we can do...and from minute one...to minute thirty...we are going to check EVERY claim you two have made and prove to BOTH of you that THIS is NOT your time, OR your place...you two want us serious?

TJ BURNS

Done.

TYLER BRIDGES

We’re gonna be sonofabitching heart attacks to you mother fucks. Each time we spike you on your fuckin heads, y’all will feel tingles in your left arms. When we run circles around you, you gonna feel a tugging in your chest, and that’s gonna be the fuckin feeling you come to associate with Tyler and TJ.

TJ BURNS

We got tricks and moves and fuckin reserves you idiots have never seen before. We got ideas for you twinks that will leave you two reconsidering career choices. Every leap, we leap higher. Every submission, we lock in tighter. Every fuckin’ bullshit attempt to match us in that ring, we shut down like a failing coffee shop, and lemme tell ya, should it come down to just a brawl? Bitch, we’ll just straight kick your assholes out through your nostrils for 30 minutes.

TYLER BRIDGES

And y’all can call us yer Stepdads.

TJ BURNS

Or better yet? And more likely? You little Lebowski underachievers can eat your fuckin L’s, head to the back where you can continue to BRING RUIN to catering...and you can join in with the rest of the world...and say “‘The Krypton Kid’ TJ Burns and ‘Mr. SUICIDE PACE’ Tyler Bridges? They’re the best in the fucking world...and GRiME? Are the next OWA Tag Team Champions.”

TYLER BRIDGES

Smoke Weed and Bl-.

TRAVIS BROOKS (o.c.)

“YO, DUDES!”

Tyler and TJ turn and nod to Travis, who holds two massive bags of Taco Bell. He sits down on the couch between TJ and Tyler.

TRAVIS BROOKS

Aight! First gorditas, then some FIFAAAA... then we decide who’s gonna be in this ma-

TJ BURNS

Yo, dude...we, like...we decided that already. It’s me and Ty.

TRAVIS BROOKS

WHAT?! Just like that?!

TYLER BRIDGES

Well...yeah...you serious?

TRAVIS BROOKS

YEAH!

TJ BURNS

Trav...are you even employed by OWA?

TRAVIS BROOKS

MAN. YEAH. I'M ON THE ROSTER PAGE.

TYLER BRIDGES

No you aren’t.

Tyler pulls out his phone and taps at it. He nods and smirks, shoving it back in his hoodie pocket.

TYLER BRIDGES

You are. You right.

TRAVIS BROOKS

Man...I thought I’d at least get to say some shit to the Rescue Rangers!

TJ reaches into the bag and grabs a quesadilla before tossing it up to Tyler. He reaches back down and grabs several tacos and places them on his lap.

TJ BURNS

Rescue Rangers?

TRAVIS BROOKS

Rescue Rangers. Chip and Dale. Look at Noah and Eon and tell me with a straight face they aren’t what Chip and Dale would look like if they wished to be real boys.

TYLER BRIDGES

That’s...holy shit, that’s hella accurate.

TJ BURNS

You can still say stuff. There’s time.

TYLER BRIDGES

(Chewing)

An’ muhfuh’r DI’ talkshit on ya.

TRAVIS BROOKS

HE DID?! Which one?!

TJ BURNS

Noah.

TRAVIS BROOKS

I don’t know who the fuck that is!

TJ BURNS

Dale.

TRAVIS BROOKS

OH! The fat one!? Oh. Who cares? Like anyone knows or cares who he is, either. At least I’m new.

TYLER BRIDGES

Brand new.

TRAVIS BROOKS

So I have the same number of pins as Noah?

The three look back and forth between each other, smirking. Tyler holds his hand under his chin and wiggles his fingers.

TJ BURNS

The fuck is that? What are you doing?

TRAVIS BROOKS

Are you having a stroke?

TYLER BRIDGES

It’s a thing. It’s our thing. We do this now.

TJ BURNS

...ok.

TJ and Travis follow suit, copying Tyler’s hand motion. They all laugh and nod to each other, before looking out across the Stump City Skyline.

TRAVIS BROOKS

...y’all said Smoke Weed and Bleed yet?

TYLER BRIDGES

Naaaaah not yet.

TRAVIS BROOKS

...can I say it?

TJ BURNS

You just did.

TRAVIS BROOKS

Oh...y’all still got that J?

TJ BURNS

naaaaah we finished it.

TRAVIS BROOKS

...FUCK YOU BOTH! HEADASS MOTHERFU-

Travis continues his screaming as Tyler and TJ chuckle and eat.

The screen fades to purple smoke…

Re: OWA Promos July 1st 2020, 3:48 pm by **Dulce Torres**

My last match wasn’t too hot and it’s not something that I am going to be down in the dumps about. It sucks to face another setback in such a short period of time, but it’s situations like this that are going to make me stronger than most people would think. I was this close to advancing to the finals of the Athena’s Cup tournament, but congratulations to Llorona for advancing the finals, but if it wasn’t for me side-stepping and her using the opportunity to capitalize, I’m confident that the result of the match would have fallen into my favor, but I digress.

In someone in my position, I got a lot to be thankful for. Two-time Goddesses Champion, OWA Women’s World Champion, main evented Final Destination, I was the captain of Team Odyssey at Civil War. I’ve stood toe-to-toe with legends and Hall of Famers like Tarah Nova. I clashed with the future in the business like Liara Lawson. I’ve been blessed and I have been fortunate that I planted such a prominent figure on Odyssey, but I don’t want for people to think that my chase to regain the OWA Women’s World Championship is done. No, I am still keen on getting my title back, but it seems like I’m going to take another path in order to do that. What comes after the Athena’s Cup? I have no clue, but I’ll keep looking for a way. I’ll keep scouting for anything that is going to elevate me to the next level. I’m not opposed to having the work my way back into the championship picture. How in the world am I planning to do that? It’s unclear, but perhaps, defeating Azumi Goto would be a step in the right direction.

From our conversations at Hardcore Havoc, it seems like we got some mutual respect for each other and that’s refreshing for me. I’m aware that she’s on her own quest to become the first-ever two-time OWA Women’s World Champion. That seems to be her entire mission since losing the Women’s World Championship at the first Final Destination and as of right now, it seems like that’s where I’m dedicating my entire mission too. I never thought it was going to be something that I can relate to her so soon into my title reign, but I can fully say that I relate to her struggle. I can sense that she’ll see me as someone who has no idea of the struggles that she’s gone through. She’s been going through this fight trying to get that second reign. Her fight has been longer than mine. Doesn’t she deserve this struggle to end? Of course, no one deserves to struggle from having a championship drought. No one deserves to be going through any of that, but it builds character. It tests your perseverance. It separates the strong from the weak. With the OWA Women’s World Championship, the weak ones are no longer in this company. The weak ones are heading to other peoples where they will be treated with the respect that they are entitled to. As for someone like Azumi, is she considered one of the strong ones? Only time will tell, but she’s still here and she’s faced quite a few setbacks. She’s been on the quest to regain her championship, but she’s realized that the Odyssey we’ve been used to isn't the same Odyssey that we’re experiencing today. Slowly, I began to acknowledge that the brand is becoming more stacked by the minute. Many women are looking for ways to break out of the pack, which is going to make this process of regaining the OWA Women’s World Championship a billion times tougher than imagined. It’s a challenge that I am more than going to embrace. If I need to earn my spot at the top again then, I am more than willing to do that. I could care less about who stands across from me in the ring, I will take them down. I was not ready to let go of my spot at the top of the company. I was not ready to lose my championship and in the fashion I did? There was a part of me that found it to be insulting because there’s no way I should have gone down. It is still something that lingers in the back of my mind, but it’s something that I constantly try to move forward from. It’s something that I use as motivation to make sure that I don’t fall back to my old ways or find myself being replaced by the next workhorse from OWT.

It’s flattering that Azumi said that I’m a talent that can’t be replaced. There’s only one Dulce Torres. I’m The Originator. I’m one of a kind. There are going to be people who believe I’m easily replaceable. There’s a bunch of Dulce Torres in OWT, who can find themselves in my position if they wanted too. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone finds themselves in my position, but they should strive to be the very first version of themselves rather than copies of someone else. Going into this company, I never wanted to be the next Aria Jaxon or Tarah Nova. I wanted to be the very first Dulce Torres. I wanted to be completely different and prove that you don’t need to be the flashiest or most hardcore person. I don’t need to be the woman who cries for the most attention. I can get by on hard work and being yourself. I still fully believe that those two things are going to play a factor in helping me regain my championship, but I am ahead of a difficult climb back to the top. Getting a victory over Azumi places me on the right path to do that. Azumi claims that she was the best female wrestler in OWA before me, but an unpopular opinion from me was that: I was always the best, but I’m not denying Azumi’s talents. She is amazing. She’s a former champion for a reason. I’m not going to be the person that says she’s terrible because I have enough respect for her as a competitor and I know that she will deliver in our match on Odyssey. It’s a match that’s worthy of taking place on PPV. It’s a match that deserves a big platform and the fans are too spoiled to be getting this match on Odyssey. Stepping into the ring with as much knowledge and experience as Azumi is going to be refreshing because there is so much that she will be able to teach me by having this match. I am someone who she could find a little envy with. Like, who the hell is this girl, accomplishing more things in such a short period of time? Who is this girl who is taking this company by storm? I’m fortunate for what I have accomplished and I’m confident that I’ll accomplish even more, but I don’t plan to stand back and let everyone pass me by. Azumi has seemed to let that happen and now, it seems like she’s playing the catch-up game, but getting this victory over me would mean the world to her. By defeating the woman who was the so-called “MVP of Season 2 Odyssey,” it would mean that she was the better woman. Despite stepping back from this company for six months, she hasn’t missed her footing and she really cares enough to regain her championship.

As for me, I’ve struggled since the Odyssey before Hardcore Havoc. It’s not a feeling that I’m used to. I haven’t been familiar with this feeling since when I took my small break when I first showed up in OWA. I have that fear of slipping back to my old ways. I’m concerned that I’ll find myself being pushed down the card and it’s going to be impossible to get my groove back. I want to prove that I’m not here to be someone’s “feel-good” victory. I’m not here to give anyone a credible opponent that they can find themselves getting a victory over. I’m a former champion. Still, I find myself needed to live up to a standard, but I’m aware that it’s not going to be easy for me to do so, but I’m a work horse. I’m one of the hardest working women that this company has and that is never going to go away. It doesn’t matter if I’m champion or not, but I expect myself to live up to the expectation and everyone else around me deserves that from me. Just like I always do, I am going to give it my all in this match. I am going to prove that The Originator doesn’t plan to fall off anytime soon. There are probably a few women who expect me to have this fall from grace, but that’s something that they shouldn’t be holding their breath on.

Azumi, if you want to prove that you are still The Ace, defeat the woman who has the capability of taking that title away from you. I’m open to the challenge. I’m open to this superb wrestling match. I'm open to the fight that you will bring and I'm expecting nothing less from you.

Zumi has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos July 1st 2020, 2:13 pm by **Christopher Sabertooth**

CHOOSE YOUR FIGHTER

The scene begins as a retro 16 bit game with the character select screen on the menu. The ‘player’ has two options, to begin with. One being a brooding old man, still relying on a barbaric sport of the past to get mainstream attention in the form of Darkane, while the other being the Mistress of Shadows who has been lurking in the shadows for far too long that people have forgotten about her existence in the form of Nyx. Two GREAT options for the battle that lies ahead. The screen shows ‘Click Start to add another Player’ which seems to be enough reason for a second player to join the fight. No need to choose now! We’ve got BOTH players and the advantages that come with it.

Darkane brings the sheer brutality to the table and then we’ve also got Nyx. The scene transitions to a large castle, which appears to be the final boss battle for the ‘players’ within. They rush to the checkpoint and start their journey to the end. Darkane with a weapon in hand, as always, using his shovel to brutalize the enemies before him, and then there’s also Nyx.

They enter the fray as the Boss ascends from the depths of Hell to show himself to the players in front of him. A mirror appears in front of the ‘players’ and a man crawls out of it like a Demon would, with bloodshot eyes and a shadowy essence to him. ‘HAVOC’ it says on the screen as the Boss Battle commences. Darkane runs in with a Shovel and gets in a nice shot on Havoc, smacking him with the Shovel… But to his horror, the shovel breaks on impact. And then there’s also Nyx.

After fruitless attempts, Havoc easily dispatches off them two as a ‘Game Over’ alert pops up over the screen. The camera zooms out to reveal Jacob Knight and Christopher Sabertooth playing this said game, as they bang the table in front of them in frustration, having lost their marbles.

“Man. I knew I shouldn’t have picked Nyx. That character is literally useless. Does nothing of value and gets absolutely destroyed in the very first second.” Exclaimed Sabertooth, innocently. He seemed genuinely frustrated about losing.

“Darkane didn’t do any better either. I thought he was pretty good and dominant UNTIL we came across that boss fight. That shovel was good enough to destroy plebs like Cason along the way-- But that boss fight seems unfair. And get this, even if we managed to get his health down to half, the boss spawns three other of his subordinates that team up with him to absolutely destroy you. And they said Dark Souls was hard!” Exclaimed Knight, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He shook his head out of annoyance as he gets up from the withered leather sofa and heads to grab a drink from the fridge. “You want one?” He questioned as Sabertooth shook his head in response. Knight grabs a beer as Maverick comes into the picture.

“Hey, guys! You won’t believe this! But Hana Nakajima signed up with OWA!” Exclaimed Mav, trying to contain his excitement.

“Listen... I’ve already told you that she’s sev--” As Knight began to speak, Maverick shoots a death stare at him causing him to back away while raising his hands.

“Hey, Mav. Maybe you can ask her to join us in our cause! We could use some female representation.” Said Sabertooth, providing his insight upon the situation. Sabertooth, although not too familiar with the work of Havoc in Wrestleworld, still does his best to catch up with its happenings. Mav throws a thumbs up for approval before heading towards the door.

“Oh hi, Rebecca. Hana did what? Wow, I didn’t know she was joining OWA.” Said Maverick, before winking at Sabertooth before making his way out of the room. Jacob Knight is seen chilling by the table and noticeable in his absence is Vincent as Sabertooth questions about his whereabouts to Knight, who shrugs back in response. Sabertooth gets out of the sofa and heads towards the backyard. The grass is unkempt as Sabertooth reaches his jacket for a cigarette. In one swift motion, he lights it up and takes a drag, with his face showing a sign of relief when he does. Sabertooth is seen staring at a shed in the backyard. What appears to be something that has been opened in years by the cobwebs and rust around it, Sabertooth is intrigued by the prospect as he walks towards it. He opens the door to find The Vincent, sitting inside, meditating along with a shadowy figure floating next to him. This apparition wastes no time as it leaps towards Sabertooth as the camera changes POV to show a change occurring inside of Sabertooth. Sabertooth is seen coughing up as he falls down to one knee before slowing raising his head to reveal demonic eyes and a smirk to match it. Without wasting any time, Havoc sits next to Vincent.

“Jeff X. Arata Asakura. JD Damon. Three warriors that have waged war against us-- But we have somebody else to be worried about. Somebody who has been making waves ever since his arrival here in OWA. While Jeff, Arata, and Damon could provide the Ashes of the Wake with some challenges, but we’ve surmounted far worse odds with far stronger opponents along the way. After all, our true battle is against the WORLD itself. So what threat do these three warriors possess that we could not overcome with ease? They will be dominated-- They will be surpassed. And they will be defeated in short order for we have MUCH bigger things to be worried about in the future. We put our trust in Maverick, Knight, and Vincent for they TRULY see how cruel this world can be. They aligned with me out of their own accord, despite popular belief. We only showed them a path-- A way to attain such unprecedented power that will help them along their journey.” Said Havoc with a devilish smile on his face, which adds to the eerieness of the situation. There isn’t a lot of light to go around the shed, barely lit by the small vents at the top of it and a lit candle for added measure. Vincent doesn’t seem to be bothered by the interruption made to his meditation as he continues to have his eyes closed and sit in a state of Zen.

“But my path this week leads me down to a battle with The Grave Worm and The Mistress of Shadows. Just by their name alone, I should be intrigued. But one of them commands far more of my attention than the other. Darkane has been the talk around the town ever since Hardcore Havoc. He embarrassed Gareth Cason for weeks to come, decimating him if need be. Darkane has Cason by his mercy and he doesn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon. I really should be excited about finally coming face to face with him-- but there is a certain amount of doubt in my mind pertaining to the man in question. Does he REALLY have the edge he’s talking about or is he just preying on the weak and broken-- like Cason. It’s without question that Gareth isn’t the man he used to be and with every week, my suspicions get closer to confirmation. So, is Darkane as tough as he claims to be-- As BRUTAL as he wants the world to believe that he is. Or are the weapons just a way to compensate for the lack of talent and skill that he possesses in that ring. The weapons don’t seem to be adding on to his terror-- but rather be his insurance policy. His way out of any situation. The Hardcore King seems adamant about being a beacon of destruction and so far, he has only chosen to extend his way of destruction to one man and one man alone. Darkane may have pinned Cason, but at this point, I could do that with my hands tied up to my back. Cason has fallen from grace and maybe Darkane chose him cause he saw what I see-- A battered and bruised and BROKEN man. He has yet to prove himself against ME. And while his reign of dominance is SSW is impressive. In fact, his match at Wrestle Spirit sure had me on the edge of my seat. But he was left in a pool of his own blood-- Victorious-- but unable to move. Unable to revel in his glory while I DESTROYED the newly crowned Hall of Famer in Jaydayne Pendragon.” He said, scoffing at the thought of beating Pendragon.

“So, the question remains. Should I be worried? Should I be terrified of the man that has taken OWA by storm? The answer to that question is quite simple-- I heard you say that you do not FEAR me. It doesn’t happen often and I do love the fact that you have the gall to say that to me knowing full well what awaits you. But even if it were true, and I doubt that it is, that only means that I will have to dig deeper and break you apart, piece by piece. Darkane, I am not going to be thwarted in my journey by somebody like you. I have long ways to go and my goals go far beyond just the sadistic pleasure that you derive from torturing your prey. I don’t torture mine-- I KILL them. Because there’s FAR MORE to be done. FAR MORE to achieve. FAR MORE to think upon! If this world revolved around OWA and if that was my only concern, maybe I’d be worried about facing somebody like you. But my passion goes far beyond that. My goals make me BETTER than you ever could be. I strive to be better, I reach for the stars and I WREAK HAVOC UPON EVERYBODY IN MY PATH TO IMMORTALITY! Cause that’s what WE are after. To cement our names in the annals of history and be the ones to BRING CHANGE upon this world. The cruelty and unfairness that this world promotes have to come to an end and if it means that I have to destroy a PROMISING OWA prospect like yourself, then so be it. So, for all I care, you could grate my forehead or cut me up… But no matter what pain you inflict upon me, you’ll receive TWICE as worse just through the means of my bare hands. I don’t need a weapon to ensue chaos amongst the world. I only need AN ARMY of followers who BELIEVE IN US! And that… We have. The Ashes of the Wake are here to takeover OWA. And that TRULY is just the mere beginning. LET US IN!!!” Exclaimed Havoc, with tenacity. He slowly crawls towards the camera with a demonic look in his eyes.

“And as for Nyx?” He laughs just at the mention of her name. “I would have appreciated The Void if it were actually successful for a change. Eris may be champion but the world DESPISES them for who they are while they CHERISH us as their new saviors. Our goals may be similar but I ACTUALLY have something to show for it. Nyx and the rest of the Void only exist to keep Eris at the helm of Odyssey and it doesn’t seem like it’s working considering how things have panned out over the past couple of weeks. It’s clear that Eris is the boss-- Eris is the one who calls the shots. While EVERYBODY in the Ashes of the Wake is their own master. They don’t conform to my ways-- They make their OWN paths. And so far, NOBODY really knows who you are Nyx despite the long tenure you’ve had with this company. Disappointment doesn’t do justice to the failure that you are. Disgusting!” Havoc exclaimed, completely disregarding the threat that Nyx possesses. He does not believe in The Void for they have failed to make any bang by themselves after all their time in Odyssey while the Ashes of the Wake have far eclipsed that within a short while. Havoc turns his attention to Vincent and touches him in the back as he slowly opens his eyes to reveal the same demonic presence that is within him. With a smirk on his face Havoc stares at the camera to end the scene.

Re: OWA Promos July 1st 2020, 1:20 pm by **Aria Jaxon**

YOU JUST MIGHT GET IT -- PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA.

#Aria2Belts sounded good, but it feels even better.

There are plenty of people floating around the wrestling world now that work for more than one promotion, but more often than not, that’s all they end up doing -- working. Just appearing. Bouncing from show to show, company to company because there’s some weird badge of honor that comes with being able to keep up with a hectic professional schedule. Anyone who knows me knows that I’m too restless to just take up a spot on a roster, and too greedy and competitive to not have something to show for my blood, sweat, and tears. I don’t just survive. I thrive.

Sunday night in Tokyo was probably the type of match that’s most closely associated with my name by now -- the main event of a stacked pay-per-view card, with the eyes of the world trained on two wrestlers battling for a coveted world championship. When my heart sank upon hearing the news that SSW was closing its doors again back in 2018, part of me always held out hope that I would get the chance to compete there again. If that chance ever came again, I resolved that I would make the most of it, but that proved to be easier said than done. From To the Grand Line onward, there were quite a few things that didn’t go exactly as I had planned. And when the voice in the back of my head would pipe up “You love SSW, right? Just be happy you’re getting another chance to work here again!”, I’d have to tell the bitch to shut up. Putting the sentimental shit to the side, just being happy to be somewhere is not my scene. So I kept grinding it out. I took my losses on the chin, and they lit enough of a fire under my ass to motivate me to win the Spirit Royale. With the guaranteed championship opportunity in my back pocket, I met Masanori Kawada on SSW’s biggest stage. My old foe pulled out all the stops and then some. He fought with all the fervor of a man who was trying to prolong the championship reign he’d fought so hard to latch onto in the first place, but it wasn’t meant to be. Not when he was facing me. Not when I’d already made up my mind that I had to leave the Tokyo Dome knowing that I had made history.

So now here I stand -- the inaugural, two-time, and current Puroresu World Heavyweight Champion. It’s a wonderful feeling. I was on cloud nine in the immediate aftermath of that victory, but don’t get shit twisted. The Outlaw Championship was never far from my mind, and I never completely forgot about the fact that I had another defense waiting just around the corner. I always said that the world championship main events were where I felt most at home, but I can’t lie -- holding the Outlaw Championship and defending it against all comers is the coziest I’ve felt in a long time. I treat this title just like I’ve treated any world championship that I’ve ever held. It doesn’t come with all the glitter and prestige that I once was used to, but you know what? I kinda like it. I love knowing that I’m in the midst of reshaping this championship’s lineage. I love seeing the assortment of challengers that have come my way, and the way they all fight, you’d never know that this is “only” a midcard championship. The way they’ve all talked, the way they’ve put their bodies on the line, you’d think they were squaring off with me in the closing match of Final Destination. I’m not twenty-four hours away from defending my “lesser” championship, or my “other” championship. I’m defending the championship that I renamed and reshaped. Change the promotion, the timezone, the name of the championship at stake, and what remains?

Yours truly, at the top of my game and dying for another challenge to overcome.

I remember the grand plan that you had going into the Women’s Clash this year, April. “Double Gold Dream” you called it. Back then, you were the Goddesses Champion, and the vision you had was simple -- win the Clash, hang onto the Goddesses Championship in the interim, win the Women’s World Championship at Final Destination II, and end the season holding all of the Odyssey-exclusive gold. It was an ambitious plan, but I’ll never be one to knock someone’s ambition. Wilder plots have been seen through. People don’t find themselves in situations like that every day, though. It’s not often that the chance to become a double champion falls into a wrestler’s lap, but here you are. One-half of the SSW Tag Team Champions, and once again, feeling like having one championship strapped around your waist isn’t quite enough. On one hand, it’s ironic that, if you succeed at wielding two belts, it would prevent me from doing the exact same thing. On the other, I gotta wonder -- if your previous potential venture into the Land of Two Belts didn’t work out, what makes you think this time will be different? When you typed out that Tweet that manifested this championship match in the first place, what crept up within you that told you that you could beat me and walk away with the Outlaw Championship? I’ve known you long enough to know that you chase wins and gold-plated validation, and that the experiences are secondary. It would never be enough for you to just be able to say “Aria Jaxon and I went to war for the Outlaw title on Atlantis”. Nah. You’re not looking for a participation trophy. You wanna leave Philly ten pounds heavier, and you’re convinced that you will -- because for some reason, you’re convinced that you can.

Looking at our pasts, I guess it would be easy to say that either one of us has our reasons for believing that we’ll win this match. Whenever you and I faced in [REDACTED], I always seemed to win. When it came down to playing it straight in regular old one-on-one matches, you couldn’t seem to get the drop on me. The world-class wrestler that you are, you always put me through my paces, and as such, I never took you lightly -- but still, I always had my hand raised when it was all over. The first time that seemed to change was when I decided to walk away. Leaving with the Women’s World Championship in tow was my last resort, but the powers that be couldn’t let it be that easy. No, they needed the theatrics. The evil girl scout troop you were running around with at the time -- led by another woman who couldn’t seem to beat me -- was allowed to get the last laugh, looking evil and invincible by getting to brutalize the disgraced face of the division on her way out. I was still pissed about all of that when we crossed paths in LAW. I had revenge on my mind, and that ultimately proved to be my undoing. The woman that you beat in LAW was angry, vengeful, and trying to forge a new chapter in her career. The timing and my mental state figured you, and when you’re stepping into the ring against a precise submission specialist, dragging my baggage in with me was the dumbest thing I ever could’ve done. You take pride in the times you’ve one-upped me, that much I do know. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have mentioned it to Alyssa when y’all faced off. Remind me how that went? The “megastar” isn’t being bogged down by professional drama or hurt feelings. I’m the most secure and confident that I’ve ever been, and against your better judgment, this is the point in time where you decided to circle back around.

I gotta wonder what piqued your interest. Was it me, the championship, or both?

It’s not the first time that a workhorse championship in OWA has drawn your interest. I remember your foray into the Openweight division. That seemed like a wide-open opportunity for you to spread your wings and prove just how far the reach of an Odyssey wrestler could be, but you ended that little experiment without a championship to your name. Clearly, nothing about the 24/7 Championship had you even the least bit interested. All it took was a rebrand and the sight of the belt in my hands to make the wheels turn in your head. To tell the truth, I love the idea of defending against a member of the Odyssey roster. I’ve smacked around three male challengers already, it’s only fair to let one of the ladies finally step up. I’ve always been and will always be a proponent of women in this business getting opportunities to prove they can do everything that the men can do. It doesn’t matter how far I stray from “traditional” women’s wrestling ventures. I’ll always be a women’s wrestler at heart. We’re making a little bit of history together, April, in the first Outlaw Championship match featuring two women. And how nice it must feel for you to be doing it against the woman who, by your own admission, is considered someone for you to measure your career against. It’s flattering, really. I’ll never allow anything to take away from the fact that you’re one of the best wrestlers I’ve ever faced, and you very well could be considered on of the all-time greats by the time it’s all over. But in the game of measuring your career against mine? This is not the time when you’ll catch up to me.

Tomorrow night will not be when it happens.

Since we last faced, you’ve only seen how far I’ve come. On Atlantis, you get to experience it for yourself. I don’t want revenge. I’m not out to hurt you. My only objective is to retain my championship, and despite how happy you might’ve been when you heard that this match was made, dealing with me isn’t really anything to be excited about. You get Special Edition Championship Match Aria Jaxon, and there are few forces in wrestling more hellish. When this is all over, you might be able to spin it into being just a cool opportunity or taking some pride in a job well done, but it ends there. I’ll keep going as Outlaw Champion until I can’t anymore, and I don’t see this reign ending tomorrow night. When you’re dusting yourself off and replaying the events of the match after it’s over and you’re muttering to yourself, “Oh well, no Double Gold Dream yet”, just remember --

You asked for this.

Re: OWA Promos July 1st 2020, 3:18 am by **Nobi**

I had a huge opportunity to face off against two champions in Bull Connors and my good friend, Teddy Mac at Hardcore Havoc.

The thing is, I failed to win and actually, I lost to Keelan Callihan too afterward but it's a rare opportunity to go on against another champion so soon like the opportunity I'm getting right now in The Goddess Champion in Alyssa Grace at Atlantis.

I think the majority of people would see this match as a worthy PPV match considering Alyssa is doing a good job with her championship and this is an honor for me to get this opportunity.

She beat not one, not two, but other 3 wrestlers to win The Goddess Championship at Final Destination 2. You have to remember, La Llorona, Roni Ozborn, and April Song are great wrestlers. Llorona hasn't won any championship but she was the last woman standing in The Elimination Chamber at Hardcore Havoc, showing a promise to held the belt sooner rather than later. Both Roni and April are former Goddess Champions, but Alyssa was able to overcome against the odd. Not to mention, she beat April twice and Alyssa beat April one on one in April's own game in a Submission match and that's an impressive feat considering Alyssa only just made her debut on February. Speaking of which, she made her debut on Clash of Titans Goddess match and she finished on the top 5. If it isn't impressive, I don't know what is.

Therefore, Alyssa, I have to say that you are a great role-model of your own for any wrestlers in the back. Someone I can say to be the next in line to be The OWA's Women World Championship or even better, you might be the next in the line to follow Aria Jaxon's and Tarah Nova's steps to win either the OWA World Championship or Omega Heavyweight Championship. You said it that people were doubting you that you would make it this far but your never say die attitude lead you to the glory path but I'll be honest, I never doubt you. As I said, the first time I saw you was on COTW and from that moment, I know you will be collecting belts left and right and believe me, the Goddess Championship is your first step for greater things to come. We were even allies in Wrestleworld and me and the others were so happy to have your help to take down The Underworld. Ask April who got beaten by you twice. Ask Stephanie Matsuda, ask anyone in World's Finest, we never doubt you.

But now here we are, we are going to face one another in OWA and I'm so exited to face you in this match. The thing is though, even you had doubters, you proved them wrong real quick. In another hand, it took me so long to win a championship in a previous company. A year and nine months was the time I needed to win my first championship. Ask Stephanie, April, Moongoose McQueen, Finnegan Wakefield, Keelan Callihan, and others. They will give you a same answer of the time I needed to win that belt.

Also I have to tell you, my debut in OWA, Burning Sky 2018 was for Omega Heavyweight Championship against Nasir Moore and I lost. Tarah Nova gave me a same opportunity last year in an episode of Olympus and I lost again. You know it that I failed to beat Bull Connors. I had three chances to win the Omega Heavyweight Championship and I lost them all. Not to mention, Teddy Mac was the one that got the job done for The Nice Guys to win The Openweight Championship. Do you know what that mean, Alyssa?

It means you're the big dog and I'm the underdog in our match.

Never before, I heard the top dog getting underestimated, especially if they're on their best games just like what you're doing. I'm the one in the odds position and I'm the one that needs this win more than you do. I appreciate it that you feel you need to beat me but I need this win more than you do to prove it that I still have what it takes to survive in this company and to be a world champion one day. Something I'm missing in my accomplishment. Never in my career I underestimate any of my opponents, especially since I lost a lot. And to be fair, there's no way anyone can underestimate you, Alyssa. I may have more experiences but you surely have the talents and the hard work to beat me. But as I said, I have to beat you. I have to gather a momentum not just for me, but also for Teddy Mac as we're going to defend our belts at Boiling Points. I have to beat you to prove it to everyone that I'm not a deadweight that Teddy Mac needs to carry. I have to prove it that I can beat you because that for sure will be an accomplishment in my own book, Alyssa.

Thank you for appreciating my respectfull apporach and for promising this match to be a good ol fashioned wrestling match between two champions. You know how much respect I have for you now so there will be no ill will towards me whether I win or lose, but it will take more than a perfection to beat you, Alyssa. I need more than my best. I need something bigger to beat you. If you can beat April in your own game, then for sure you can beat me in mine. I'm not going to play around. I need an achievment and I'm going to accomplish that by beating you.

I did have beaten the likes of you, Stephanie, Claudia Michaels, Kevin Devastation, Carlos Rosso, and even an OWA Hall of Famer in Jacob Senn. You know how a big name you are by getting comparison with those names. Believe me when I said that.

Re: OWA Promos July 1st 2020, 2:05 am by **DampshawIIIఒ**

Things are going very, very well over on Kingdom. How amazing was last week's show? So many great matches. So many exciting moments, but nothing more amazing, more game changing than the announcement that the greatest wrestler that has lived in this universe and others would be in the Steel Asylum match at Boiling Point for the OWA World Championship….ME! HAHAHAHA! What a great night it was! I know in my heart of hearts that Mr. McAdams, much as he may not care for me, would have made that decision anyways but...technical difficulties and all that. I needed to finish the show off smoothly. I do hope McAdams gets his affairs in order. We can't have unprofessional things like that continuing now can we?

But all is not well for me. While things here in OWA are looking up since I've been put in charge, but I'm a man in many different places at once. You all know the things that happened in Wrestleworld. We needn't relive that. But just recently, in Strong Style Wrestling over in Japan, I was supposed to be one half of their new Tag Team Championship, but my idiotic clown of a partner got involved when he shouldn't have and then got pinned. I warned him of what would happen if he let me down, but that ultimately is a matter that will be taken care of in SSW. Right now I am upset and jet lagged from my flight from Tokyo and I come back to find out my services are needed on Atlantis. In a tag team match. I don't think I need to state the obvious. I'm not happy with this match up. Isn't it funny how I've yet to be booked in a tag team match with Demis Polymeros? Obviously the match makers here are rightfully terrified of the damage we could do. So who do they put me with? Jonetta Stone. Maybe it's to curb my ego since becoming the better General Manager on Kingdom. Maybe it's because, again, these people seem to have a sense of humour unfunny as it may be. But whatever the reason, they deem it ok to put me in these matches without my permission or even my knowledge.

Now, Ms. Stone. Please forgive me. I am sure you are aware of my distaste for men and women sharing the same ring as one another. I find it...unseemly. It isn't some misogynistic, sexist pap like people keep accusing me of. It's simply...biology. If you and I were to face off against each other, I can't be held accountable for the damage I would do to you. But we aren't wrestling each other. We're wrestling together. This is usually the part where I say, "Stay out of my way. I shall handle this" but I won't do that here. I must admit, Ms. Stone. I find myself quite...bewitched by you. I thought very little of you when you were a part of The Dollhouse. This is true. You seemed like just another pretty mean girl. But now, you have a grit about you. You have a coldness about you and now you don’t just fight to appease some lust for shiny things. You’re a tough, tough person. You’re different from the other weak little girls on Odyssey. It’s quite impressive. The way your musculature tightens around your feminine frame….Ahem. That’s neither here nor there. Let’s change the subject.

As for my opponents. I don’t understand what I’m supposed to think. Am I supposed to be intimidated by a woman who howls like a wolf? Do you not remember what I did to the last person in OWA who likened himself to a lycan? Am I supposed to be intimidated by some brute in a mask? Did you not all see what I did to the last masked man I was in the ring with? So please. Enlighten me. For what reason should I be worried? I can guarantee you that this match wouldn’t be taking place on Kingdom. I wouldn’t allow it. Listen. I am going to be very honest with you, Devi and Jacob. I have much, much better things to be doing than fighting you. In case you forgot, not only am I the greatest GM in OWA history, but I will be the next OWA World Champion. So, excuse me if I’m not exactly...exuberant about this matchup. But understand this. The term “Shogun” wasn’t just something I decided to throw onto myself as a new nickname. Do you all know what a shogun was? The shoguns were military dictators appointed by the emperor of whatever region they may be a part of. The way I see it, Scott Oasis is the emperor of OWA and he appointed me this role, thus making me a shogun. So do I pull rank and try to get out of this? Do I go to the emperor and tell him his shogun can be used better elsewhere? I could, but I have never turned down a fight in my life. And if Ms. Stone wants this fight, I will abide. Regardless of what you may have heard, Ms. Stone, I am quite a righteous man. And I will gladly fight for your honour.

Re: OWA Promos June 30th 2020, 4:41 pm by Liara

I'm everything you wish you were.
Odyssey #2

First of all, wow. Who shit in your Corn Flakes? You call me an unknown jobber? Really? Me? Well shit, now while I have been called plenty worse things in my life, that's not really the point. An unknown jobber? You really wanna go down that road, Morrighan? Well, okay. I've had four matches and three wins, and while I'm no Stephen Hawking, I do believe that three from four leaves one. One loss from four matches. Shoot, I can't even be a good jobber, 'cause I just win too fucking much, don't I? Damn. Man, and come Odyssey this week and I'm gonna be an even worse jobber on account of I'll be beating your sorry ass and getting another win. Unknown, I can tolerate. Unknown in the grand scheme of things here on the OWA, okay, yeah, I'm just in the door. Not that you've been in it for very much longer, but we won't mention that, will we? But be that as it may, if you don't know who I am, then bitch, you've been walking 'round here with your eyes closed. But if you really don't know, then let me tell you...

I'm Liara fucking Lawson. I'm the Sunset Saint. I'm everything you wish you were.

And if you still don't know who I am, then you are in for a very, very unpleasant surprise on Saturday night. Hell, it's not just your eyes, 'cause ain't no one here not saying one of our names without the other. Although to be blunt with you, I much prefer my comparison to Alyssa Grace. No offence. Well, you can take offence if you want, 'cause I don't really give a shit. And not in your league? Are you out of your tiny little mind? Or what's left of it, at least. Tonight, I want you to look up into the sky, look up at the stars. Then when you've done that, I want you to turn your gaze down. Look down at the dirt on the ground. I'm the star shining in the sky, and you? Your the dog shit on the ground. The dirt on the floor.

Now, I've been told my whole life that I talk too much. Shit, I know that, everyone that knows me knows that, everyone that's faced me knows that, and now you know that. I talk a lot and I talk quick, so maybe I do trip and stumble over a word here or there, but do you think I'm gonna lose a second's sleep over that shit? Do I look like an English teacher to you? Man, shut the fuck up. Now, I won't lie to you, I don't know what people say about your big mouth, but I do know this - I talk more than you, I talk better than you, and you know what? That goes for wrestling too. I'm better than you, Morrighan.

Arrogance. That's not an unreasonable question - where does my arrogance come from? Damned if I know. But I'll give it a shot, Doctor McDonnell, basically I think it comes from a lifetime of being good at everything I've turned my hand to. So when you're good at one thing, then find that you're good at something else, then something else, and then pretty much everything, aaaand you're not shy? You gotta tell everyone, and some people don't like being told. You for example. People like you, the bitter, miserable fucks that think they can belittle and bully down everyone else. That doesn't wash with me. You want to being me down to your level, but I regret to inform you, that's simply not going to happen. Now, I'm not gonna claim that my story's one of a kind, I'm not gonna say that no one else has gone through any shit that I've gone through. I've not spoken to a blood relative for about twenty years - I do not give a fuck, I ain't got a single daddy issue, and I could not be happier. I've turned myself into a star. A shining light that's so far above your head that you can't even comprehend how out of your reach it really is.

You want to bring up Dulce? Firstly, I didn't brag about shit. I lost, and I accept that. I don't like it, I don't want to do it again, and I won't be doing it against you. Dulce Torres is of the best women to set foot in an OWA ring, and she beat me. I'm not gonna sit here feeling sorry for myself, moping and shit. I'm not going to make excuses. I'm going to move on. That started last Odyssey when I got back in the winning groove, and it'll continue this Odyssey when I leave you flat on your back. You're sitting there getting yourself wrapped up in Jonetta Stone. Getting all wound up about the fact she keeps beating you. And speaking of your losses, you ask why I was fixated on them. Well the simple answer is because they have defined your OWA career. Just when you start to justify your own hype, you go out and lose. That's why there's pressure on you, because so far you've been nothing but mouth - and the fucking irony and cheek of you saying that to me. I've lost once. You've lost everytime you have a chance to shine. Sooner or later, you're gonna have to prove you are what you say you are. That's why. This week you're gonna crumble again. Your little knees will buckle, and you'll find yourself taking another L.

Yeah, Morrighan, I'm a future champion here. You can like it or loathe it, but at the end of the day, it's not something that's going to have anything to do with you. You're going to spend your career as - at best - a middle of the road gatekeeper. You've shown that you can wrestle, I'll grant you that, but you've also shown that you have no head for pressure. You lack the mental toughness required to beat someone like me. You don't have the fortitude to outlast someone like me, who's going to do nothing but come at you, and come at you, and keep coming at you.

What am I a Saint of? Dude. The Sunset Strip, baby. Sunset Boulevard. And now Odyssey, I guess. Saint of Sucking? Well... I mean... look, that's not for me to decide. And speaking of which, I've never had a single STD in my life. I'm as clean as a whistle. You on the other hand, you look fucking filthy - and not in a good way. While we're What you're saying is that your both in there? Two entities fighting over that tiny little brain? Question then, if we fucked, would it be a threesome?

Oh, and I try too hard to march to the beat of my own drum? Did you really have the fucking cheek to say that, Little Miss 'we owe our allegiance to NO ONE'? I've done just fine marching with other people, when I've had to.

PS. My bash is post match, not pre. You'll be lying in the hospital, I'll be celebrating my win, and we'll all partying the night away.

PPS. There's no baby powder, or any other shit like that, in me - it's nothing but the best, baby.
I have something for everyone - beer, whisky, vodka, tequila, dude I'll have it all.
And anything with a pulse? Well, that depends on the mood, but sometimes I have standards.

Re: OWA Promos June 30th 2020, 4:10 pm by **Zumi**

Odyssey #1

Jealously is a strong feeling, when you’re struggling while others are succeeding and you begin to curse yourself for the inability to claw just a bit more, fight a bit more and be able to claim that victory. Everyone I see that poster of my win to become OWA Women’s World Champion, I curse myself just a bit more and maybe the doubts play a bigger part of who I am. Every day there will be some smug person ready to claim that I’m on the decline while praising my contemporaries. This year has been filled with so much self-doubt and self-hate for my inability to get that one last leap back to the top. People don’t realize that when I stumble this time around, it becomes harder to get right back up but I still need and want to push. All I have left is my career and legacy to wager if I desire to be champion once again. The high point of a wrestling career is what I want to experience again.

It’s been my day one goal to be the absolute best without any competition. Be able to have the entire world acknowledge that I’m the undisputed best with no Aria, Stephanie, or anyone else out there to be compared to. Even to outdo those who came before me and became trailblazers for everyone who competes now. Every show, every match, and so much more. We’re meant to compete, not only in the ring with our opponents but also constantly outdo one another against the ones we don’t face. Being able to declare that you’re the best is to have that Women’s World Championship and then Jessy Saxon said she doesn’t care about being world champion. Ever since I came back, my motivation to redeem my loss at the first Final Destination by becoming a two-time Women’s World Champion, and yet she seems to not care? Says that she hated holding the OWA Goddess Champion, that’s her fault then. If she hates it, does she know how many female OWT talents are just waiting to take our spot and replace us when the time has come for them? Enough to replace all of us here on Odyssey including you and me. If she hates it so much, there can be a day job waiting for her because unmotivated crap doesn’t work here. Has anyone dropped the ball more than Jessy Saxon has? Because grab anyone from Odyssey’s past or present. Savannah Sunshine, Diantha, and anyone else you can think of, they would be able to do more but this girl has “retired” so many times that every time she does come back, I’m just like “yeah whatever” instead of going “maybe this time she’ll showcase her full potential”. The way Jessy is right now is a spit in the face of everyone who tries to make Odyssey the greatest wrestling show on the planet. Not just the talent but everyone from the producers, camera crew and so much but I’m getting ahead of myself.

I talked about all of us being replaceable with the OWT female roster but my opponent is nearly irreplaceable and it’s about time that I got to face her one-on-one.

Dulce Torres vs. Azumi Goto in the main event of Odyssey episode 48. At one point I could have seen this match make headlines for a pay-per-view but I’ll take what we have right now. When you look at what the other shows are putting up as their main event, I can confidently say that this is the must-watch main event from this week’s set of shows. This will be the first time in singles action I’ll step in the ring with Dulce and what can be said about her that hasn’t been said by so many others. weirdly though my opponent can’t be replaced, she is that valuable to Odyssey. Former two-time Goddess Champion, former OWA Women’s World Champion, headlined Final Destination, captained Team Odyssey at War Games and so much more. She has done everything you would want to do as an Odyssey talent and so much, you might hear bits of jealously in my voice when I talk about Dulce because she has been able to do what took me nearly a decade, she was able to do just a bit over half the time. It stings but I guess I should feel some sort of pride inside of me when I get to see someone like Dulce really step out like this. But at the same time, a bit of jealously does creep in. I’m not perfect, nowhere close to it because I end up tripping and stumbling in trying to get to the top. I’m confident in my abilities but I’m also the biggest doubter I have but when I watch Dulce Torres in the ring, it really does feel like I’m watching an artist create this masterpiece. Similar to Aria, she has all the gifts you can give to someone for being a wrestler and what makes it better is that time is on her side. Dulce still has a decade of being on top still left in her. It scares me when you consider how good she is now and how amazing she will really become in the span of five years.

It’s universally agreed that Dulce is the best female wrestler that OWA has at the moment but do we all remember who held that honor before Dulce? That’s right, it was me but never did I hand that over to Dulce. I’m not wrestling for six months people like Jessy and so many others thought I had ran away in shame. I decide to be gone from wrestling for six months and talks come around about how Natalie Cage is the biggest wrestling star Odyssey had but along with that Dulce Torres is the best female wrestler. Last time I checked, all I did was leave for six months and no longer became part of the consistent as an in-ring worker. People are throwing out lies because I’m not there to fight back. I come back and don’t win my return match, there is still a portion of fans that do think I’m no longer an elite competitor. I mean who cares about Azumi Goto when Odyssey just got Stephanie? Knowing how people treat her, they’ll all be clamoring for her to getting a Women’s Title match because apparently she’s the best in the world. This is my early years in America all over again, I have to fight and prove myself all over again but as I said before, this time it becoming harder and harder each time to stand back up. “Can I force myself back up and push one more time?” Is what I end up asking myself every time, Dulce. I’m running what feels like fumes. Speaking of Natalie Cage. I won’t lie, Dulce, when I say I would have liked to have been in your position. It was because of my loss to her at the first Final Destination that Odyssey had to deal with her and Viola ruining the brand for most of the year, I couldn’t beat her for the title again when I returned. Never did I get the one-on-one rematch for the Women’s World Championship, forced into a triple threat where Stephanie ruined my chances. It would have been my redemption to have ripped that title from Natalie’s hands and restore Odyssey back to normal after months of tyranny but that never happened. Part of me happy that it was someone from the young core who got it done but the disappointment of it not being me still resides.

Speaking of Dulce’s World Title reign… it was quite a great feeling to see her become World Champion, I felt this sense of pride seeing her and Diantha in the main event of Night 2. The second night of Final Destination II might have ended with Dulce standing over her opponent but the talk of the town was me and what I did in the Ascension To The Heavens match. Falling with style from the top of the scoreboard, slamming the giant with every bit of strength in me and so much more. I didn’t mean to steal the spotlight when all of it was said and done but I ended up doing just that. I know better than anyone the push one has to make to get back to the top of losing the biggest accolade of one’s career. Bigger than anything, I want to be able to do that myself. Be able to reclaim the Women’s World Championship and create history again as the first-ever two-time OWA Women’s World Champion.

Management can build this match in any way they want, Odyssey’s Season 1 MVP versus Season 2 MVP, the past versus the present, or maybe even The Ace versus The Artist but we both really know what this will be. Both would of us love to get a win, right Dulce? Who will be able to bounce back and make the claim of winning this first-ever singles match bout is the question that needs to be answered? It might not be the answer you want but it will be me. I have to push myself as much I physically can because you’ve got time on your side, while for me… time is slowly ticking away. I need to catch up, I can’t fall down anymore, and I need to push till I have nothing left. Dulce Torres, I’ve always said that I don’t intend to let the newer girls of Odyssey pass me by and that includes you.

My legacy isn’t secure, far from it but I need to set a tone for myself going into the rest of this year. One where people realize that I’m not ready to hand over Odyssey to girls like Dulce, Diantha, Alyssa, and Jessy. Not as long as I keep believing that I’m The Ace.

Dulce Torres has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 29th 2020, 7:19 pm by Guest

ネイサン・フィオラはごみで私の時間の無駄だ。

Aw, what do we have here? Is this another outcast to pick up the scraps? Wait, hold on! I know who you are! Uh... you are... that one guy... he was in a previous company. Wait, wait, wait, I know! Don't tell me! I really want to make this world renown discovery of you---you are trash? No? Garbage? No? Boring? No? Waste of my time? No! No! All of the above? YES! And then some! I'm not going to pretend to know who exactly "Mark Michaels'' is, because quite frankly I don't think you're that prominent of a player. I know I've caught wind of some of the rejects of yesteryear finding their way past the barriers and into the promised lands. You must be one of those late bloomers, no? Both physically and mentally? I'm a little concerned about how you take my much more intelligent cats in higher regard than your actual opposition! How many brain cells did you end up losing while making camp in a company where you only mattered when your lips were pressed against their nasty cheeks? Don't expect the same sort of treatment in this company, buddy! I don't think there's a single individual you could name that's overly impressed with the almighty debut of "Mark Michaels''! I barely know who you are, only the groundwork you've set for yourself. I'm only choosing to acknowledge you, because I honestly have nothing better to do, but to berate a lower class talent such as yourself. I almost enjoy it more than dragging around a title that you could only ever dream of holding! What's your actual purpose by joining here? What purpose do you serve by offering yourself to the wild wild west? You're thinking to yourself "oh, I'm the big bad lion, coming to make my presence known in a company I have no business being in!"---when in reality you're just the sea lion waiting to be preyed upon by the actual sharks that infest these waters. You don't actually know the type of environment you've stepped into. What makes you think that a nobody from the land of the elite would matter more in the land of omegas? Your importance is bare minimum if that, but this know-it-all wants to waltz into the bar and tell me "I'm a waste of roster space". If that were to be true, you were a waste of thought process. Just by listening to your ever so repetitive, common, generic hate speech against me and my cats. It undoubtedly makes me believe---no, I know you were a mistake at birth.

私はネイサン・フィオラを2度打ち負かした。彼は時間とエネルギーの無駄だ。私をこの脳死の失敗に立ち向かわせるのはやめなさい。

How does it feel though? The "grown man" with two high IQ felines at his side, trained by one of the most brutal entities known to the wrestling industry. And you think you stand any sort of chance against me? You can't even come at me sideways with double the impact without spewing the same unoriginal nonsense I've heard before. I've heard this, that, and another from every single person that I've shared that very same ring with. The only difference between you and them---they matter, you don't. You won't last as long as they will inside of this shark tank. You won't make it past the verbal concussions that every single one of your opponents are about to deliver to you. I guarantee if you sat Mark Michaels, John Doe, and Jane Doe down inside of a class, presented them with ridiculous SAT tests... Mark Michaels would be looking over his shoulder for the answers, because that's all you've ever done! You've swindled your way into actual competition to make it seem like you matter! But in reality you've played the mere bystander who's looked at everyone succeed instead of him. What's your most prized memory, Michaels? If you can find at least one memory where you can truly say you were at the very tip of the mountain. I will lay down on the canvas, allow you to cover me, and never lace up a wrestling boot against. NO, cat scratch that! Get it? Because I have cats? If I were to even fall victim to losing a "competitive" match to an underachiever like yourself, I'd retire permanently! I couldn't actually bare standing out in the cold knowing I have a loss to Mark Michaels on my record---better less your partner. There's no actual challenge when I look in front of me. I see nothing. I see nobodies. I see men trying to talk their way to a victory, but all in all it's the same result every single time. I don't have the time to waste on a yo-yo like Mark Michaels. I especially don't need a partner, like I'm always given every other Olympus---to defeat my opposition. My inanimate cats could easily wipe the floor with the both of you and it would be a five star classic carried by them alone.

切腹する前に、ネイサン・フィオラの音楽を3秒聴いた。それは本当の偉業です。

I'm not in this company to play second fiddle to the "Elite Reject" Mark Michaels. You should've known that the moment this match was made official. I feel like I'm an old man yelling at the clouds at this point. I could scream on top of Mount Fuji---and it wouldn't echo through the thick headed skulls of imbeciles like yourselves. There is no winning, not for Michaels, not for your simp of a partner. This company has only aligned the two of you, because they know that you're the class clowns. You're the jokes. You're naturally selected. They know that a victory over either of you two is just another day at work. It's tiring, yes, to constantly have to put the bottom half of OWA back into place, but it's necessary. You have to teach them their position in this industry... and that's underneath me. You two will always be millions of steps behind me. It doesn't take any sort of surgeon to deliver this oh so heartbreaking news! You're nothing, I'm the something trained by a successful nobody. Do you see how boring it is to repeat ourselves? But just like anything else, our time here is like a flat circle. Mark Miichaels' partner will always be a simp, Mark Michaels will always be a joke, can't you just accept this and move on? I almost think it would benefit OWA if Mark Michaels took his tail between his legs and ran back to the company that never cared about him in the first place. I know of the mass exodus! I know that there is talent on this roster in both OWA and SSW that stood their ground, but what did you do? You knelt in front of their corporate junkies, unzipped their pants, and just like everything you do in life---you sucked until they grew bored with you. They tossed you away like the five dollar hooker you were presented to them as. You don't belong in OWA, Mark Michaels, I'm going to give you every single example of why you don't belong here. It doesn't have to be all verbal, it will come through physically when I make you second guess the day that you wrote your name on an OWA contact. I'm the calm before the storm, Mark, if you somehow manage to survive after this---someone else will have their fun with you, but you like that don't you?

ネイサン・フィオラは最悪だ。終わりだ。

Olympus promo #2 June 29th 2020, 5:54 pm by **Mark Michaels**

An example of independence:

I know what your all expecting. You expect me to either do that talk soup knock off recapping a bunch of stuff that frankly is none of my business. That or do the whole tie my match into the upcoming holiday the same as every Tom, Dick, and Harry. Well I’m not gonna just march along with the rest attention whore brigade. That’s not what’s happening here today. No what is happening here is my official declaration of no longer being tied to all that corporate bullshit that they shove down your throat, my throat, and quite frankly anybody with in earshot of those gaudy commercials they run’s throat. I’m not here to be a shill, nor am I here to play follow the leader with all the other jokers hoping to turn someone’s national Pride, into personal profit. I am my own man, always have been, always will be. So I am choosing to exercise my independence by being myself, and not cut the same Stars and Stripes, uber patriot promo that everyone else is. “But Mark!” I can hear you say. “ you were all about festive promos, it’s kinda your shtick.” Well to that I say no it wasn’t. It was the big wigs who made a bunch of empty promises shtick. Same as all the social media and hashtags Bull shit. That was the suits trying to make me someone I’m not. That was me playing ball to get my foot in the door. Well I will tell you this, Mark Michaels is done selling out! So if anyone came here expecting me to talk about my Gucci glasses or those itchy as fuck slim fit shirts some lady in the wardrobe department handed me, than I’m sorry that i’ll have to inform you that shit stops now. Now you all get the unfiltered, unrestrained, and uncensored Mark Michaels. Now The world now gets to see the real mark Michaels, Not just some put on piece of corporate crap they can make toys and t-shirts of. One who speaks his mind, and more importantly speaks straight from the heart. One who doesn’t have to preform like a dog in a show, running obstacle courses, and doing tricks. This Friday night, the world will marvel at simply one of the greatest professional wrestlers in the world today, showing off and showing out like only he can. No restraints, no being tied down by management’s Cockamamie ideas of what a wrestler should be. And I’m gonna do it in such a way that everyone and their mother is gonna know that the standard has been raised, and the one setting the mark, is Michaels. So I’m gonna take a moment to go ahead an apologize to both Chaz O’Conners, and Baba Yaga, for the ass whipping That both myself and Nathan Fiora are gonna lay down on them. If it makes you feel any better, it’s nothing personal on my end, it’s just me doing what I do in that ring regardless of who they are. Now just because Everything that’s gonna happen in that ring is strictly business, that doesn’t mean I don’t find my opponents lacking in various ways. Not just as wrestlers, but as men.
For instance, Chaz O’Conners can walk up and down god’s green earth shouting about how he’s the toughest Irishman on the planet, the fact is he’s just another MMA drop out trying use professional wrestling to keep himself relevant. Yes he can land a pretty looking roundhouse kick. Yes he knows a few different ways to lock in a rear naked choke. But when it comes to lasting in professional wrestling, where there’s no rest break between rounds, no corner man to try and patch up that cut, and absolutely no point decision victories, he doesn’t stand a chance against me. Now if this was a mixed martial arts contest, and he did have all those benefits, plus months of training camp just to only work this one match and spend the rest of the year doing nothing but playing xbox, then I would say maybe the odds may skew towards his favor. But the hard truth he’s gonna learn is that much like a Parana stuck in the sand, in his own environment he’s an apex predator, in my he’s a helpless little fish gasping for air. And again, maybe with time, he could adjust and adapt to how things work in the ring, and only time would tell who would win in that scenario between us. But as it stands here today, right now, Chaz is gonna walk into that ring with his chest puffed out, and walk out with his head hung low. What more could I say at this point? What makes him, or anyone else in their right mind who isn’t mooching off this bastard, think anything differently? “Oh, he’s got sauce!” You say. Man he ain’t got shit on me in that ring, which happens to be the only place it matters. You ain’t gotta damn thing on me Chaz because unlike you, I’m not just doing this for a paycheck. Unlike you, I actually have a passion for wrestling. Unlike you, I’ve spent my entire life devoted to training and mastering this single discipline, instead of bouncing around from one class at the YMCA to the next.

Since the age of eighteen I have given every ounce of blood and sweat that I had to professional wrestling. While you were getting smashed in some pub back in Dublin, I was learning to pop my hips at just the right time to get that extra impact on a Suplex. While you getting knocked out in back ally fights, I was climbing the ranks in every promotion I could work in. While you were getting punked out of MMA entirely, I was conquering on the biggest stage I’d ever had. And now that I am set to go even further, and take both myself as well as OWA to greater hights, I see your bum ass sitting around the locker room, and the though of some dumb Irish flatfoot coming in just so he has a few dollar bills in his pockets to toss at strippers, pisses me off as much as you piss on this great sport Chaz. And if you think that I’m just gonna let you do so without smashing your head into the canvas, then boy won’t you have another thing coming this Friday.

Oh but don’t think I’ve forgotten about the other schmuck who’ll be standing in your corner. Baba, you may not know who or what you are, but I do. See it’s as simple as googling the name Baba Yaga, and clicking that link to Wikipedia, and the answer is right there. And according to Wikipedia, you’re an old cunt witch living in the woods. Yep that just about sums you up. Doesn’t matter if you do something that makes the people cheer. If you do something that makes the people boo. If go to the left, or to the right. In the end your just some scruffy hag looking mother fucker who nobody in the modern world with a half measure of common sense could give two shits about. I mean I hear this bullshit about how you had to embrace becoming nobody. Son if you want to be a nobody, than you can sit your ass down back home on the couch, and leave wrestling on tv every week, to those who actually aspire to be something. Now I may sound a little harsh here, but When I speak, I vividly recall the words of my trainer who said that anybody who gets in that ring shouldn’t just be happy to be there. Anyone who steps through the ropes shouldn’t just be meandering along from one show to the next. Anyone who laces your the boots shouldn’t be aiming for just the middle of the card. Every man and woman who makes their living in professional wrestling should be aiming for nothing less than being the top guy hands down. Anyone who isn’t is leach killing the business, and honestly would be better off flipping burgers at McDonalds. Because you see there are hundreds of guys who would kill to be in the spot your in, and goddamn it they’d actually do something with it! Now I get that you tried and failed, there’s no shame in swinging for the fences and striking out. But when I hear that you’re just some kind of puppet for that overgrown, milquetoast, nobody would give a damn what his name is so we may as well just call him John Doe’s aspersions? It sickens me to my stomach! I mean that doesn’t just make you hopeless as a wrestler, that makes you hopeless as a man! Where the hell is your self respect?! What did you trade it in for the stuffed animals you sleep with? Did you forget to pack it along with your balls?
I surely hope that you can find them before this Friday night. That you can demonstrate that you might actually be more than some brainwashed little worm, crawling through life, because otherwise I’m just gonna trample all over your worthless carcass till the bell rings. Hell what am I talking about, thus far you haven’t even had enough self respect to utter even a single syllable against me or Nathan this week. You’re actions, theres that word again, have said all that I’d need to know. For all your unpredictability, for all the goofy and quirky nonsense do, and for all quacky crap you got bouncing around in your empty skull, the simple truth is that neither you or that blowhard O’Conners don’t have enough manhood between the two of you to speak one single peep. Son, I’ll say it plain, I don’t respect you. Not as an opponent, not as a man, not even as one of those goofy gimmicks that every wrestling company parades out there like those people who go on American Idol and can’t carry a tune to save their lives. I don’t respect your wrestling ability, because quite frankly if you had enough talent to be a top tier guy like say a Scott Oasis, or a Brian Daniels, you would have been there a long time ago. As it stands you’re a joke, and one that isn’t even funny. Part of me feels bad that I’m gonna pound you into dust live before the whole world, but I’ll get over it.

Boys, the two of you have been living in a dream world, where you’ve been told that either you’re the hottest thing since sliced bread, or that you’ll finally matter if you do the bidding of some no name asshole. You’ve both been in a fantasy where you think that just by calling yourself a wrestler, it means that you suddenly amount to more than piss on a paper plate. Well you both can consider me a wake up call to reality. A cold, hard slap to the face. And a stiff kick to the... “Moneybags”. This Friday night fantasy land goes bye bye. This Friday all the dreams, all bullshit, all the gimmicks, all the half assed attempts at proving you’re worth half a damn between the two of you. It all dies via a dose of the lethal injection, Mark Michaels.

Rob has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 29th 2020, 5:50 pm by **Father Nathan Fiora**

OLYMPUS I: BELIEVE IN ME

I am a better person now. I have healed myself of my own afflictions and believe in myself more than ever. Anger and hatred consumed my soul. For a while, I thought it was time for the OWA to finally be sentenced to hell for their sins against humanity. I was committing the sin of anger and simping and didn’t get any respect. Everyone in that locker room had mocked me with names like simp, but they themselves are bound to the same chain that I was. After my match at Hardcore Havoc III, my eyes were opened by divine Nate-rvention. It was a wonderful moment that I need to testify about; everyone will want to hear my testimony! You see, once I beat the false Messiah Jesus Christ, I surpassed my previous understanding of what I have now. I have ascended above anyone’s understanding and no longer recognize the feeling of pain. This world’s words against my name are felt no more and they will never hurt me again. They will never leave me with simp-ly desires and I will never...and I mean NEVER...simp again. I will guide those who choose my way to the path of feeling no pain. This world only brings darkness and pain, but I’m here to be a light and a hope for us all. But enough of that for today, I’m here to talk about my goals as your heavenly creator. This week, I will be taking on Baba Yaga and that ingrate Chaz O’Connors on in a tag team watch with a familiar face. I personally don’t mind this as the world needs to see me sacrifice my body once more so they can see the errors of their ways. I am a martyr; a sacrifice for my Fioralution! Taking on two chumps like Baba Yaga and Chazzz won’t hinder my progress or goal; it will only put it on the map.

Baba Yaga, the revered elite of Olympus. You’ve made quite the splash since you arrived a few months ago. Everyone loves talking about your accomplishments and has put you in several ballots of being the future of this company. You’ve won a title already and that’s nothing to forget about and look over while talking about you. That’s great! I’m so proud of you and everything that you’ve done. You deserve the praise, but...you are not the Messiah of the Masses! Do you not know what types of behavior you are allowing?! I know you’ve said many negative things about me in the past but that is all forgiven, my son. You can bring down your own shackles and follow the way of Fiora. My Children do not know what they hath done wrong to me and won’t until I present myself as a sacrifice to the masses. However, if one doesn’t conform to my word and will, they will face divine punishment. In your case Baba, I will give you another chance, but if you do not accept my plea, you will be terminated from the face of this planet by my own hands. Our match on Olympus isn’t just some joke match for you to easily move on from. No no, Mr. Yaga. I know you love the competition and want to be one of the best, but that philosophy will end when I come your way this week. You saw me face Stark at Wrestle Spirit, didn’t you? Were you not surprised that I could take so much pain? I absorbed Stark’s hatred for the greater good and allowed him to leave as champion. My will has not gotten to the point where Stark needs to be completely purified yet, but that day will eventually come. First, though, you’re gonna be an experiment Baba. Baba, I can clip your wings and give you better ones. All you need to do is bow down to my will! It’s as simple as that. Can I break you completely and get you down to your essential being so I can re-mold you to be one of my very own disciples? Maybe I can, maybe I can’t yet, but I will wait for Mother Time to decide when is the best time to strike. She will whisper in my ear and tell me what is right and what is wrong to do at any time. She always has; there’s a reason I’ve won and lost. I used to not listen to her but now she serves me for the best, telling me how I can change my own fate and mold this world as my own. You will be one of my own Baba Yaga, believe me when I say that.

Oh Chaz, how you’ve embarrassed me so. You made me look like a complete klutz in the middle of millions of people when you came to ruin my beautiful night. All is forgiven though, my child. You have been saying a lot of obscenities but I can purge you of that; that hatred in your heart can be reformed into love and devotion to me! Chaz, your manlet anger needs to go into something productive that isn’t Keelan Callihan; he’s not worth your time. It was a moment of karma when he ruined your big moment; now you know the misery I felt when you came upon me that night and knocked me out. Don’t you want your revenge? Do you wanna teach that pipsqueak a lesson? Don’t. Let go of your pain and give it all to me. I will burden myself with your pain and do what is best for you and me. You need to think about what’s best for you and more importantly, what’s the most important thing for my cause. You might think I’m absurd but my goodness can penetrate any stubborn heart, no matter how far they’ve gone down a hole of darkness. Chaz, you are in the deepest of holes right now and I’m extending my arm out to you right now! Won’t you take my hand and walk the golden streets of salvation with me?! Be the component of change this company needs right now rather than being a thorn on my head. Be the man you were destined to be rather than being a degenerate like Stark! I want to love you as a disciple and a child of my own but you need to let go and let me control you. I know what’s best for you; what you should eat, what you need to do to work out, how you should dress. You get the point. So tell me Chaz, what side are you taking? Will you be on the side of holiness or will you join the side of damnation? Think carefully because this decision will affect you for the rest of your life. Believe me when I say that, my child.

Mark Michaels, an old face from an old place I belonged to. You are an interesting fellow indeed. I know you probably weren’t expecting to be in the middle of this mess, but you need to realize that this was divine destiny telling you what steps you need to take next. It isn’t a coincidence that you’re being placed in this match with us. You are destined to work with me to cleanse the evil from our foes this week. Don’t you want to emerge victorious, Mark? Don’t you want to relive the success you had in the Land of the Elite...no, even surpass that? You want the titles, the money, and everything in between. I can give you that by placing your trust in me. You will be a happier man taking up my cause, even if it is this week. I’m sure this will be a life changing experience that you will never want to forget. We can change the world together if you take a knee and accept me as your savior. I understand if you don’t want to do that, but you will be dead to me the moment we part ways next week. You can be a part of the many things that need to change before this company is made in my image. I can’t accept degenerates like Stark running around with all these profanities spewing out of his mouth. I want to purify this house and make it run the way it was meant to be; to glorify and praise yours truly. Olympus will become my Kingdom to rule and I will be on my throne, asking the masses to glorify my name up high. More and more people are converting to Fioraism day by day and they are coming to see me, thanking me for what I’ve done in their lives. I know what is best for everyone; not even winning every title this world can offer the same amount of happiness than I can. For all the men involved in this bout, I ask you to reflect and ask yourselves if you want a different course in life. If you want to be someone significant and not only change your life but others around you. Believe in me.

Rob has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Tonight The Heartache's on Me June 29th 2020, 3:59 pm by **Gwen Harper**

Odyssey Promo 1

Tonight the Heartaches on Me

The scene opens along the Monongahela River banks in West Virginia. A sweeping shot over the rushing waters finds its way to a strolling Gwen Harper. As the camera gets closer she looks up and nods before she begins speaking.

Gwen: I like to come to the water after a fight. It calms my nerves and relaxes me. After last week on Atlantis, I needed to hear that rushing motion again. Devi Krysis put up one hell of a fight didn’t she? But I have ta admit, I knew I was gonna win. Once I set my sites my shot is always true. But the fight was still fun yanno? So maybe down the line we can tussle once more? Well if the stars align I guess we shall see yea?

Gwen continues walking down a worn path along the rivers edge. She stops at a grouping of rocks and stones and leans down picking up several in her hand. Sifting through the bunch she picks out a flat smooth stone. Cocking her arm to the side she tosses it out over the water. It skims along the surface and skips 5 or 6 times before submerging into the waiting river.

Gwen: I got the call from Viola. I'm making my Odyssey debut this week. I haveta admit, I was just a bit excited when I heard the news. Now don't get me wrong Y’all. Atlantis has been good to me so far. But I cant really make my name until Im on the main brand yanno? I am a bit dissapointed not to be in the Athenas cup tournament. I just didn't make it here in time, But that's OK. My day will come. Instead though I get to revisit an old foe.

Once again Gwen skips a stone across the water waiting for it to come to a stop and sink in before turning back to the camera.

Gwen: The best part about it? We are both making that Odyssey Debut. Y'all know what that means yeah? That means we gots to both be on our best game. Skills gotta be tested and no mistakes can happen. And yanno I'm out here on the water like this trying to collect myself cause honestly folks, I can’t bring myself to just talk down on this person. See my Opponent is Rebecca Brookes. Yea, THAT Rebecca Brooke, the one from Atlantis last week that won that six-man tag for her team! Girl has got talent for miles. And on top of that, when we met in that Fatal Four-way. All she said to me was she respected me. No gum smacking or hatred. This girl straight up said no to that mess and just said she would see me in the ring.

Gwen Continues walking down the river path. Rolling the remain stones she has in her hands.

Gwen: Look, I know what Y'all are thinking. And no I'm not going soft for no one. But I’m not gonna sit her and label this gal anything she ain't. But I can rewind the tape a bit. Lets talk about where we been together Becks. That Fatal Four way was a cluster yanno? Me you, Vebbins and Karina-Ann. Hell we all got our licks in, in that match yanno? Hell that Frog Splash, you call it Soarin’ Angel right? Knocked that wind out of me like nothing has before. And I didn’t think any of us was standing after that massive corner avalanche. But damn if you didn’t keep getting up every time that I did. Then it happened though, you did manage a slight slip and I took full advantage didn’t I? One buckshot headbutt to a flying Rebecca Brookes and then the Mothman sealed your fate. I got my hand raised and I walked into my second Atlantis match 1-0.

A Speed boat goers whizzing by on the water as Gwen stops to watch it pass.

Gwen: And now I am walking into my Odyssey Debut, 2-0 after I crushed Devi. And Rebecca, I am going to leave Odyssey with my third win. You see, You may respect me, and I will tell it like it is too, I respect you too. But respect ain’t nothing once we in that ring yanno? Respect will not stop me from caving in that pretty face of yours with my head. And it sure as hell wont make me relent my fight to ya.

Gwen continues down the path, glancing out over the rushing waters every now and then.

Gwen: And I heard you last week. How you needed that headbutt. How it knocked something loose in you. Something that needed awoken. And Damn if it didn’t right? If I recall you stood tall and alone in that ring last week. Hell you all but won that match on your own and I applaud that. I truly do Rebecca. And I want that, no Hun, I crave that fight from you. Because the fight you gave me a few weeks ago was strong but this Becks, the one who wants to control her own fate. Oh she is going to make for a good hunt.

Gwen demeanor seems to change slightly. She is clearly excited at the thought of this match.

Gwen: I think the best part, is this isn’t going to be just a quick one shot affair yanno. Were both gonna have to work our asses off to even win this one. And that's fine by me. See I’m built for the long game. I will be able to wear you down like the river erodes the banks on its way. A force of nature you can’t stop. You can try, actually I need you to try. I want a fight that tests my limits. I want a war Becks. I want you to throw everything you have at me and then some.

She stops walking a moment and takes out a small swiss knife. She leans down near a small tree and cuts off a piece of Sassafras and sticks it in her mouth a moment savoring the flavor.

Gwen: It’s not like I expect you not to show up here Yanno. I just want to make sure you know that to even have a chance, you have to be above your current best Becks. Because right now, I have you in my cross-hairs and you don't even see me. And yea, the shot would be easy to take right now, but I never miss my shots. So instead of taking you out from a distance. I want to be right up in your face. I want you to hear me and see me coming for ya. And for all of what I want. I hope you want it too. Stand up to me and bring that fight!

Gwen has started walking again, sassafras in her mouth she sticks her hands in her pockets as she walks.

Gwen: I hope I don’t break you Becks. And I'm not talking physically, cause that's gonna happen yanno? I’m gonna wear you down and hurt you on my way to victory. Its not personal, its just what I have to do to win. The thing is I like you Becks. I mean we ain't like best friends or nothing but I don’t want another loss to affect you. In fact, you need to remember your Atlantis moment. You alone in that ring as the fans chanted your name and cheered you on. That's the Becks you need to be.

Gwen ducks under a low hanging branch as she is walking, the sprig of sassafras falls into the mud as she does.

Gwen: Damn, that was just ripe too. See things don’t always go the way we need ‘em too yanno? Hell I know this coming match may not go my way. I know I keep asking you to bring the fight, maybe just maybe I won’t be ready for it.

She pauses again. Mulling over her own words before a smile creeps across her face.

Gwen: Nah that's just hogwash. I'm ready for this fight. Hell I was born ready to have knockdown drag out brawls Becks. No this Odyssey, its not about friends, or respect or liking one another. Its about winning, beating the ever loving tar out of each other and one of us walking away our head and hand raised high. And that feeling, that moment of victory. Oh its sweeter than cornbread made at home. Its kind of addictin’ yanno? And every time I get a taste, I just want it more and more. And I really want another taste. And well to get that. I go through you. This isn’t a shot in the dark. I got you straight to the heart.

Gwen taps the middle of her chest with her last words.

Gwen: Your heartache is one me this time Becks. Because I just can’t let you walk out the better woman. And if that means I need to leave you laying in a heap in that ring then I’m going to do it. If I have to break your back, or knock you out. What ever it takes to get my hand raised and one step closer to my dreams and goals. Then I’m gonna do what I have to do to ensure it. I will take everything you bring on the chin too. You can try and hurt me, beat me, drag me down. Its not gonna be enough Yanno? And honestly, if we are being honest here Becks, you know good well you don’t have it in you to put me down. You don’t have what it takes to take the kill shot. And that’s why all these fans love you. Yea you can win and be popular and my hats off to you for that. But you cannot take someone out. You can’t do what has to be done to put someone out. But I can. I can exploit an injury, I can track a wounded beast, and I can take the kill shot. I am willing to get my hands dirty, spill some blood.

Gwen has started walking again, her eyes focused on the water as she strolls down the path.

Gwen: So come Odyssey, be ready Becks. Be ready to hurt, to bleed, and to lose. ‘Cause right now, I’m ready yanno? I’m on your trail. I have your scent. I am coming for the kill. I will do what I must to walk out the winner. There is nothing you can do, and nowhere for you to hide. So as I have said, be ready. Be willing. Fight me head on. Lets go down and make history. Lets tear the roof off of the Toyota Center. Just know, I am the one walking out on my own yanno? Its nothing personal Becks, I just cant back down yet. I won’t back down. When its all over, lets go get a beer yeah? It will be the least I can do after all, give you something to look forward to on Saturday. Cause hun, the victory is mine.

Gwen stops, she has come to a clearing right on the waters edge and has squatted down as she turns from the camera. The camera starts to move away slowly as the scene fades to black.

Rob has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 28th 2020, 5:42 pm by **Alyssa Grace**

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Past vs Future.

Standing, in the ring, is where I'm the most comfortable. The ring is like an escape for me, from everything and everyone. The one person between me and my thoughts, is whoever is standing on the opposite side of the ring from me. It's not often I'm able to compete against some of the best this industry has to offer. It's not often that I'm able to compete in a personal dream match of mine, so this week is something I'm looking forward to Nobi. More often than not, people take this industry a little too seriously for my liking, perhaps I believe this because I'm probably still a child at heart and like to have a laugh and actually enjoy my life or perhaps it's because the things that cause an immense amount of stress for others tend to not phase me in the slightest but my point still stands. I don't see why on occasion we competitors can't engage in a bout that's not built off hatred, sneak attacks or anything ugly, there's too much of that around these parts as it is for my liking anyways. Some may believe that my attention should be fully on Nyx and the inevitable bout we'll be engaging in soon but truthfully, she and that can wait, I'm not afraid of her or any member of the Void, for that matter and right now I'm paying them little to no attention. I cross one bridge at a time and whilst this bridge may not be as large or as dangerous, it's one I've got to cross first. Nobi you have created a model, a principle of what a good person and an even better wrestler should behave like, present themselves and teach those who want to become wrestlers as well pattern and learn from. In this though there will always be the one person who wants to see it burn, like a troubled kid who thinks it is funny, for in these societies those people have built, there is one force that looks to seek and destroy. They used to call people like this antisocial, sociopaths, desolates to the normality of what many rather build as a stationary presence bringing them peace in happiness, a chance to look back at what they did and be honoured for it. There are some who will never fit it, forever living in a state of flux within this Umbrella, never truly breaking out to the top for one reason or another. It could be their looks, the way they speak or attitude, not willing to be assimilated into the collective. That has been me. This Championship I hold, resting on my shoulder, is the one piece of legitimate reasoning I own, it was my way to finally break through the ceiling of this company, this isn’t some prop, it is not a trinket to make me look cool.

Your passive approach I've noticed in previous promo's of yours, it's something to behold when someone calls your ability to succeed into question. However, what I'm also noticing is that when you trade verbal exchanges of respect back and forth is that with someone whose career reminds you a tad bit of your own? You can't help but play the role of the self-assured champion as you try to direct people off their paths with hopes that they will just accept your words as finality. I've been down this path before with others, some arguably of greater ability. Prophecies don't always pan out as you foresee them to be in your mind. With destiny breeds absolute certainty that something happen without question. However, if you believe we are two forces that neither yields to each other or can throw each other off the road, then who's to say that destiny favours you over me or vice-versa? You know, many didn't believe I'd make it this far. I've had, and continue to have a lot of doubters and I actually want to thank those for not believing in me. People not believing in me made me push myself to my limits. People not believing in me made me work harder than I have ever worked to prove that they were all wrong. Those voices continued to play over and over in my head, which constantly made me better and pushed me to continue to elevate my career. Without those voices, I’m not even sure I would be sitting here right now. I took everything that everyone had said on board and it opened my eyes to see what I am capable of achieving in this environment. So many people were wrong about me. They were wrong about me making the wrong decision to come to the USA and sign here. They were wrong about me wasting my life on a career that wouldn’t support me and that I should sit at home, hoping that a husband would come and save my life from despair. I did that on my own. I saved myself. They were so wrong. They were wrong about me not being athletic enough, they were wrong about me not having the abilities to do this and to do it all well. They were wrong about me not being good enough for the top spot, they were wrong about me believing that the sky was the limit for me and that I should just take the easy route instead of the challenge. They were ALL wrong about so many things in my life and what I was capable of, and maybe I listened to that before but I am not listening to that now. Contrary to popular belief, I don't like to brag and boast but it's undeniable that I've been doing incredibly well as of late. Sure hot streaks don't last forever and I know that there'll be a time and a place where it comes crashing down but I also know that it's not going to happen any time soon. The world is sitting in the palm of our hand; all we need to do is simply figure out what we want to do with it. But, more importantly - we need to make sure that we don’t squander it. I could talk about experience, you definitely have the upper-hand in that department. I could talk about how you're a man that's become accustomed to high pressure situations as you've spent years sitting at the head of the table but in hindsight, I've become accustom to such situations in a short time myself. I could talk about how I succeeded where you failed. But, those games aren’t going to get us anywhere. When you know you can take a step back and know that those words have no malice behind them - they tend to lose their meaning.

I can promise you one thing, Nobi, there won’t be any disrespect from me towards you this week. I won’t sling insults or make this match personal. We have both individually worked hard to build something special for ourselves, I’m not going to be the one who jeopardises that, or even tries to provoke you into crossing a line. I believe that you want the same thing I do. You want a clean match. You want to steal the show. You want to put on an absolute showcase and show the world how great both of us are. I won’t deny that it won’t sting if I somehow screw up and allow you to take this victory from me, but no matter that the outcome ends up being, I WILL leave Atlantis with my head held high. I know how good you are. In fact, you are great, so for me to win this, I would have to be perfect inside that ring. Perfection is a hard thing to achieve and I know that once upon a time you went on a tireless search for it. At times, you were perfect. That can not be denied. But other times you weren’t, and that’s okay too. To err is human and you’re not exempt from that. None of us are, but that’s why wrestling is so damn good all the time. We all sit on the edge of our seats and wait for someone to come along and pull off the massive upset. This is the perfect stage for an upset, and I’m just the person who can pull that off.

The next destination is just straight ahead.

Rob has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 28th 2020, 3:03 pm by **Darkane**

This industry has put hair on my chest and taken years off of my life bar none. Which doesn’t bother me per se but sometimes I get heckled with thought-provoking questions like what if my style wasn’t so reckless abandon? Would I be better off? Would I be at peace if I preserved my mind, body, and soul? Would I be able to walk without a hitch in my step after years of torment? And then sometimes you have these hack job “journalists” with checkered pocket shirts and receding hairlines that make LeBron look like the poster boy for Bosley Medical’s success rate get personal and hammer me with ad hominem attacks on my character like what if I put the bottle down? What if I quit smoking? What if I stopped swatting the irregular shaped dots and multi-colored lava lamp blobs in front of my face whenever I get high off of magic mushrooms? That’s as far as the media will get with me. Nobody needs to know anything except what I do in that ring. That’s it, any information you read on Twitter or your garden variety wrestling fan pages can suck my greasy dick.

Contrary to popular belief I don’t necessarily enjoy making people’s lives a living hell all the time. It’s become so much of a routine that I have gotten used to it at this juncture in my career and sometimes quite frankly it’s hard work.

But goddammit Gareth just when I thought I was out, you pull me back in. It’s said that misery loves company but I can tell that my invasion on planet Olympus and the subsequent shitkickings that took place over the past few weeks delivered by yours truly has left a vile taste in your mouth. I’m not a mind reader but I know a thing or two about egos and yours is fragile as if it were fine china. Ever since I planted that first seed of doubt in your head it’s been nothing but downhill from there. It was written in the tea leaves at Hardcore Havoc and there’s nobody to blame for this except yourself.

With that in mind, I don’t know what kind of excuse you’ll pull out of your ass this time but I’m sure you can turn the page from this ordeal, of course you can, your resiliency speaks volumes; it has throughout your storied career in OWA. And every time you step into the ring your strength, your toughness, your adaptability paints such an immaculate portrait that will be celebrated for years and years down the line but I’m not a sheep like the rest of these ball washing imbeciles. I’m THE GraveWorm and you ran into a brick wall for the third straight time on Olympus when I pinned your miserable doom and gloom ass and I will continue to push you to the edge until you have no other alternative but to spin the cylinder on the revolver and scatter your brains against the wall lest I do it first. I’d hate to be in your shoes Gareth, it must be a debilitating task to find resolve and restore your confidence to the heights when you ruled with an iron fist; where Olympus started and stopped on your watch. Even wartorn bastards like Bull Connors and The Derelict were eating out of your hand.

Now you’re eating out of mine.

Maybe I’m kicking a dog while it's down, maybe I’m a wily old vulture, synonymous with the stench of death, picking at the fetid remnants of Gareth Cason but I’m the one manning this runaway train and I’ll be damned if I’m not credited with exposing this little hobbit as a mental fucking midget. Nobody knows what Gareth will do next. Right now he’s a loose cannon and they can either let all hell break loose or they can be easily tranquilized and tossed into a dank padded cell where the only freedom of expression you have left is your conscience screaming in your ear and the four walls that suffocate your existence. Good luck with that.

I know what I want.

You don’t have to tell me.

I want half-men like Gareth boiling with frustration, I want the top of the line choice cuts like Bull Connors lower his longhorns and charge at me with unrelenting fury at the command of my red flag. I want my old foe Stark to keep chirping away until I turn him into Kung pow stir fry. I want the Derelict to wreak havoc like I know he can. I want hate, I want rage, I want pandemonium but the cherry on top?

Havoc.

I’ll even take a side helping of that jacked up dominatrix Nyx drizzled on for good measure.

I’m gonna pull a page out of Farmers Insurance and say I know a thing or two because I’ve seen a thing or two, but Havoc throws conventional wisdom out the window. Usually, when shit hits the fan people tend to go off the rails, it’s not often you get to see a person reinvent themselves successfully without trial and error at least. Unlike the Gareth Cason’s of the world, Havoc seems to have a certain swagger; an aura that is otherworldly and he’s able to harness that ability and he’s able to intimidate the field in such a convincing fashion that it’s almost real.

Almost.

I’m not oblivious. I’ve seen you compete throughout SSW and I’ve watched you dismantle delusional fucks who had no business sharing the same ring with you. I’ve seen the nightmare king reign supreme and cause mass hysteria, but let me tell you something about nightmares boy; they’re as strong as you want them to be until you open your eyes and they fade away. The impact might linger but that too dissolves once you realize that nightmares are a reminder that your imagination is truly fucked. That monster ripping the heads off of civilians with its razor-sharp teeth? A phantasm. That crazy serial killer on the run? An illusion. I won’t deny that your track record is next level, it speaks for itself whether you throw a can of paint on or not but I don’t dream of demons, ghouls or goblins because I am a fucking demon, I am a ghoul, I am a goblin all rolled into one and I manifest when everything is in disarray. Any form of intimidation dies on the spot when you step into the ring with me.

You heard it here first. I’m calling your bluff Chris, Havoc, whatever.

And I expect you to call out mine.

So we’ll settle this as only we know how.

We destroy each other or die trying.

But there is one key difference between you and me.

I never needed to dig deep in my reserves and pull out a miracle career renaissance to establish some sort of sustainability when I was down on my luck. I’ve been bad to the bone ever since I was launched out of a cavernous womb cannon in the back of a ‘57 chevy many moons ago. When times are tough the only thing I need to do is look into the mirror and remind myself of who the fuck I am; anything more than that is simply unnecessary. If I hit the reset button every time I was stuck in between a rock and a hard place I wouldn’t recognize the man who has left a path of scorched earth everywhere he’s treaded and that’s unacceptable; it’s fucking treason if you think about it. I sincerely hope for your sake whenever you hit a bump in the road (and trust me, nobody’s invincible in this business), you’ll stick to your guns and never change what brought you to the dance in the first place. But if you pull a bait and switch on me, if you’re not at peak Havoc with bloodlust glowing in your eyes and lightning striking down from the heavens above, if you fail to meet expectations then shit son, I will kick you so far down into the hole that even ordinary men like Christopher Sabertooth would wave the white flag. I hope you realize that I don’t wilt before the ire of something perceived as unnatural, instead, I stand toe to toe and spit right in its fucking face like I always have.

Like I always will. Whether it’s you,

Or whether it’s Nyx.

Aka the proverbial monkey wrench that could wreck everything or roll along as the third wheel. That’s her choice and that’s the hand she’s been dealt whether she likes it or not. Truth be told I find tall chicks with voluptuous bosoms and some junk in the trunk to be attractive, hell, I like you, you can come on over and fuck my sister. She can play hard to get but I think once you put on the old Nyx charm you’ll reel her in. Maybe you can persuade her to join The Void even though that’s all it is; a hollow space with no substance or vigor emanating from within. Ruled by a stalwart of the women’s division and conjoined at the hip to a lesser degree with yourself and two other fuckwits. I guess coming in second in the chain of command deserves merit at face value, even though it’s essentially awarding yourself a participation trophy but that’s the rule of thumb you abide by, even if it makes your insides churn. You can save the I’m-not-her-lapdog-but-her-sister vapid sugar-coated bullshit for the next sap who is gullible enough to believe such a farce. There’s gonna be a point in time where you draw a line in the sand and ask the question that’s clearly the elephant in the room: what about me? WHAT ABOUT NYX?! It’s the ultimate seed planted for betrayal when the timing is right and while you deal with that apparent existential crisis.

I’m gonna cleanse the impurity that is Nyx the old fashioned way.

I’ll knock you down and fuck you up just like I would with any bitch who’s out of line. No amount of black magic, mysticism, or sadomasochistic sin in your dimly lit chambers is enough to ward off the curse that is the GraveWorm. Unlike Havoc, there isn’t a bone-chilling vibe that comes with the Nyx package. There’s only a set of thick thighs, spiked bracelets, leather, and unjustified Eris ass munching. What the fuck are you going to cleanse the Odyssey division of anyway? STD’s? Think about where you rank before you jump into shark-infested waters alongside Havoc and myself. You couldn’t cleanse my fucking colon of polyps let alone all of my impurities. In fact, take a number and get in a line of aggrieved individuals who are of the firm belief that I contaminate every single thing I've interacted with over the span of my lifetime. Join the boatload of whores, the pissed off husbands, the old silver-bunned granny Christians who believe me to be spawned from Lucifer himself when I urinated on the cross. Cast a spell on me, hex me with eternal bad luck, step on a crack and break your mother's back for all I care but realize this.

You’ll never march to the beat of your own drum when you’re too busy in the back playing second fiddle. Not just to Eris.

To OWA.

To the world, and best of all?

To Darkane.

Rob has spoken. It’s such good shit!

The Warning Salvo June 28th 2020, 2:05 pm by **Eon Blue**

Olympus Promo
The Warning Salvo

Noah: 6-17-20

Everything seems to be in order.

You:

Good, need it to be perfect, it makes a bigger impact that way.

Noah: 6-17-20

Do you know what could happen?

You:

Chaos, destruction, Victory.

Noah: 6-17-20

You seem sure of this.

You:

I am always sure of my plans. Its how I am in the position I am now.

Noah: 6-17-20

The world is in for a shock.

You:

It may be in for more than one if all of this goes to code.

I’ll be in touch.

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Eon: I bet what happened at Olympus was the last thing anyone thought was going to happen. Not only did I predict my victory. I ENSURED IT. I warned you all what was coming too.

Darkness gives way to Eon sitting cross legged on the floor

Eon: So you must be wondering where that leaves things. Well its simple really. You see. I make sure to settle scores. Me and Noah, had a score to settle. And I...SETTLED IT. But honestly, looking back on my couple months here in OWA, there has been a constant. Noah. After careful consideration I realized that having one person to trust. Who, while clearly not motivated the same way I am, is striving to better themselves and, here is the important part, Will not get in my way or try and stop my methods. He understands the Fickle nature of our business. How everything you are striving to attain can be pulled away from you without a moments notice. The ups and downs, the ebbs and flows. The Chaos that happens between and hell outside those ropes.

Eon leans forward motioning the camera closer.

Eon: I have been very clear in what it is I plan to do. How I am able to ride the waves of turmoil and come out the other side the better man. Everything I do I do with a purpose. I THINK THROUGH every move I make. I plan to bring OWA to my feet, brick by brick. This place will fall in the Apocalypse. And no, before any of you babble off about a cult or delusional savior. Thats not what this is. No I am not that foolish. I simply Sow the seeds of Chaos, and watch the world burn from it. I BRING RUIN. And what better place to start than the OWA tag team division.

Eon clasps his hands infront of him, his index fingers pointed out and raises just under his nose.

Eon: The quickest way to bring down a building is by its weakest support. And when there is only the bare minimum, like we currently have. Then the course of action is clear. I mean who do we have in this division. The Good Guys Nobi and Teddy Mac. The current champs. Former world title contenders. Now I have to ask. How much was Bull Connors paid to say he wanted them in that match at Hardcore Havoc. Lets be real here. LETS BE HONEST. Who could have actually challenged the Good Guys for their Straps? They already beat everyone. Which, By the way, Everyone being GRiME. So powers that be take pity, and still need to ensure good merch sales at the PPV so lets throw em a bone eh? Teddy was a world title contender? Nobi, Maybe. But Teddy, could barely hang with me let alone a world champion.

Eon smirks at the camera but his eyes relay no humor, just focus.

Eon: And then we have GRiME. Tyler Bridges TJ Burns, and some other guy no one knows now. I hope you don't think adding a third guy brings you any closer to becoming champions. You have failed in that endeavor. YOU COULD NOT GET THE JOB DONE. And now, we will meet again. As I said before I settle my scores. The first part of this happened on Olympus. When me and Noah dropped you in the middle of that ring and I pinned you. I Gave you a taste, A MERE GLIMPSE at what awaits you GRiME.

Eon takes out a photo from the pocket of his shirt and holds it up to the Camera. The Image is of Grime beating the team of Noah and Eon from several weeks ago. Eon can be seen walking away from the ring as the match ended.

Eon: I will admit, we were not on the same page this night. Two new faces looking to prove they belong. Agendas not same. But let us not forget, we had you beaten twice in that match. We let our own heads get in the way that night. But it showed us and the world that we could coexist. You barely had your hand raised when we were not focused on you. We were playing our own game then. Now we are a team. We are focused. WE WILL BRING YOUR FALL. Do you honestly think you have a chance?

Eon takes the photo and spins it around, on the other side it shows Noah and Eon standing over Tyler Bridges with the Ref holding up Eon’s hand in victory.

Eon: All it took was to align our thoughts to the chaos around us. To see that we could rise above it as a joined unit. We have been the talk of OWA for weeks. People clamoring for us to see we could be more as one. That our skills were elite, that we could harbor our intentions on the same goal. That goal is now the OWA Tag Team Titles. We are coming, Your Apocalypse is nearing its crescendo, At its APEX is nothing but Chaos. Me and Noah Quinn are the ones to rise above and ride its waves. An ELITE mix of talent that has yet to be fully unleashed. A WRATH THAT WILL SILENCE YOU ALL. And the best part of this next Olympus, Is I dont get to rain down ruin on you once. This is 30 minutes of your pain and your suffering that I am going to enjoy every minute of. Your fall is coming GRiME and Chaos Elite is delivering it.

Eon Pushes the camera out of his face as the scene fades to black.

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The camera cuts on with a lock on the OWA commentator Giovante Reese as he starts up part two of the Chaos Elite Interview

Giovante Reese: Hello again OWA Faithful! It is I Giovante Reese and I am here Once again with the second part of a very special Interview. Just a couple days ago we had part one of this interview roll out and My guests, Noah Quinn and Eon Blue. Last time we talked about….HEY!!

Suddenly the Camera is spun around to show Noah and Eon Standing in front of the chairs they should be sitting in. Neither man looks pleased.

Eon: No, no more fucking QUESTIONS... No more games...TJ and Tyler want to run their mouths. Want to spat out childish names and pass the blunt and think everything is just going to be fucking ROSES. NO NO NO NO.

Noah: They just need to fuck off. I'm tired of ALL of this. I went into this expecting a fight, but not this kiddy bullshit. After all they've been through, they still think that they're MILES ABOVE US? Please. For god's sake. Shut. The fuck. Up.

Giovante Reese: Woah WOAH, ok, ok please the both of you calm down. I..I was gonna bring up the video, everyone has seen it now. Let's start with that. Noah, they really tried to run you through the ringer on this one. Keep saying Eon is the star while you hold him back

Eon runs his fingers back through his hair trying to calm himself some as both men return to their seats.

Noah: They can think what they want. They can assume that it'll be easy, they can assume that their victory is already at hand, but what's gonna go down at Olympus? How is it going to end for you two? You can talk all the petty shit you want, but we'll see how it all goes down. All this time, we've been underestimated, looked down on, I'm fucking sick of it. Eon's the star? What? I wasn't holding him back after we beat Tyler's ass. I wasn't holding him back when we took out Teddy Mac. They can think what they want to think, but when it comes down to the wrestling, they'll see that I'm not just a fucking lackey.

Eon: It's the same shit…

Giovante Reese: What?

Eon: Its the same fucking shit. Load up their video from the last fucking match. It’s the same words said a different way. Back then when we weren’t a team they said Noah was the weak link that I would be the person actually doing something. THEY HAVE SAID IT ALL BEFORE! ‘They gone be serious, they not playing games. They gonna do what they do. We not on they level’ Gods, do they really buy into their own hype? Of COURSE we're not on their level. WE ARE BETTER.

Giovante Reese: Alright, but what's going to make this time different?

Eon: This time? THIS TIME...this time we walk in on the same page Gio. Take a look back the last time we fought these shlubs. Twice in that match once by me and Once by Noah we had them dead to rights. We let our differences get in the way then. They think we are just thrown together? THIS IS A PLANNED ASSAULT. This has been in the making since we shared that drink in Philly. This is not a last ditch effort, we do not have out backs to the wall. Hell I may be wrong on this, but the Only win in Grime’s column is the one against us. And they BARELY got that. And that was when we were not focused.

Noah: The only thing that could stop us were ourselves. We had them where we wanted them, but we let pride get in the way of the win. They didn't fucking beat us. We beat ourselves.

Giovante Reese: OK, OK some good points for sure. I see the game plan here. But this is an iron man match. The most falls in 30 minutes. You have to admit GRiME has been a well oiled machine for much longer than the two of you.

Noah: Who gives a fuck? That doesn't mean that they're good. To be honest, that just makes it sound worse for them. They've been partnering for THIS LONG. And all they have to say for it is a rollup win? Ha. That doesn't mean shit, considering the amount of success they've had as a team.

Eon: Oh Man, Noah he..he’s right. They are an in sync team. What are we thinking? Is that what you want to hear Gio? Let’s be real here a moment. Do me and Noah have tons of matches together. No we don’t But, we know who we are and WHAT we are capable of. These two stoners, out here rehashing old material trying to make it seem new. They are calling the same shots. Throwing the same jabs. Nothing new nothing learned and nothing fucking gained. However. Me and Noah have learned from our past. We have a plan, a stratagem that will see our hands raised at the end of 30 minutes. Tyler and TJ think we are not ready? Tyler and TJ think we are not ready? They have no idea the hell they are in for.

Giovante Reese: I Guess all that's left if any last direct words to GRiME?

Eon: Words are done Gio. Me and Noah, WE ARE READY to show them and the World just who Chaos Elite are. These shitheads will eat crow for 30 minutes and we will walk out the Number 1 Contenders.

Noah: I'm expecting a fight out of you two. But at the end of thirty minutes, Chaos Elite will get the win. And you can try. You can struggle. But nothing will change your fate. A crushing loss is in your future.

Eon: Your apocalypse is coming GRiME And We will damn well Guarantee that Chaos Elite IS VICTORIOUS.

Eon shoves the camera out of his way as he walks off stage with Noah. Giovante is left speechless as the camera fades.

Rob has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 27th 2020, 10:56 pm by **The Banshee**

ODYSSEY #1 - When the "Saints" go running their mouth...

The camera opens up inside an empty arena, focusing on the ring, labeled and themed for the upcoming Odyssey show. The arena itself is dimly lit, save for a lone spotlight focused on Morrighan McDonnell, who is standing inside the ring. Each step she takes is permeated by echoes, illustrating just how hollow and empty the arena currently is at that moment. As Morrighan slowly paces around, she continuously makes a fist as she grits her teeth, showing obvious signs of frustration. After a few more seconds of silence that's only interrupted by the small echoes made by her deliberate steps, the camera zooms in as she begins to speak:

"The last time that I competed in this ring, I was taking on Jonetta Stone for a chance to go to Boiling Point in order to win the coveted Athena's Cup... but I failed... I failed at taking the only real trophy that I longed for, which was the utter destruction of Jonetta Stone... This Huntress has truly perplexed me, for there were many times that I felt victory was at hand... but credit to Stone for managing to once again overcome everything that we threw at her... However, don't go celebrating just yet Jonetta... We warned you that you've become our obsession, and we truly meant that... We will be watching you from the shadows, studying you more... preparing our eventual trap that we will set for you. What trap could that be... well, take a... Wild. Fucking. Guess. Heh heh heh..."

Morrighan starts to chuckle more loudly, mainly to herself, amused by her future "plans" for Jonetta Stone. However, her face suddenly turns into a look of genuine confusion, as she continues to talk:

"It's very interesting that "we" are getting confused with our brutality for our bluster. Let me make it clear that, while there is only ONE Morrighan McDonnell, and only ONE Banshee, "we" are many because we exist within each other. I've learned that I can only succeed in controlling the Banshee by embracing both the evil within, as well as my more "cognitive" self... It's a circus tightrope with me on one end, the Banshee on the other, both of us balancing as we try to meet in the middle... in other words, easier said than done. I can't always rely on the Banshee, and so I must continue to separate myself as Morrighan, so that we both can enjoy the fruits of our labor... which brings us to address that rotten peach known as... Liara Lawson, our next opponent at Odyssey... Who did we piss off, now that we have to fight some unknown jobber who's trying to vicariously live out her Janis Joplin fantasies? Liara Lawson, we have many questions for you, but the most obvious one has to be this: who the hell are you? From what Goggle brought up, apparently you had some sort of local run as a failed musician in some backwater surban-topia on the West Coast, but now you think yourself as some sort of wrestling superstar? You have the audacity to suggest that our name cannot be mentioned without bringing your name up as well, simply because we are both "new" to Odyssey? Well, I think that all that loud music and now-empty syringes has addled your uneducated brain which, coming from us, is really saying something about your own misguided psyche... Consider that it's quite easy to mention Morrighan McDonnell or the Banshee without adding your name to the conversation, because little girl, you're not even in our league! Hell, you don't show up on the radar at all! Clearly you talk way too much, and people say that we have a "big mouth?" You squawk on and on about your so-called "potential," but we just don't see it at all. What potential are you referring to? The potential to get some unknown STD just from shaking your hand? One has to ask, where does all this unearned arrogance come from? Your pitiful VH1 "Behind the Music" history? We've heard it all before, how some runaway high-school drop-out junkie with daddy issues joins some below-average "rock band" that couldn't even get a non-paying gig at a bowling alley, only to fail in the same mediocre fashion that showcases the only highlights of your "glorious" past. Don't believe us? Listen to your own words, as you pretty much openly bragged about LOSING to Dulce Torres... When your biggest "accomplishment" as a wrestler is an uncontested LOSS, you clearly don't belong in the same conversation as us! The only one in need of a shrink is you, as you have such a diluted view of the real world! As for us, we don't need your help to "sort us out," especially when you contradict yourself by following up that statement by directly stating that you won't be able to "sort us out!" What kind of dumb bitch trips over her own damn words? We know who we are now, and we've fully embraced our "partnership" of personalities... And yes, we are a "monstrosity," so thank you for the compliment... heh heh heh."

Morrighan once again beings chuckling to herself, as if she's remembering something funny from the past. Flashing the camera her disturbingly sinister smile, she continues to speak:

"The future of Odyssey, you claim, will be decided on the 4th of July... Once again, we must ask how much "stupidity" you've been snorting up that nose of yours? Have you been paying attention? WE ARE THE FUTURE OF ODYSSEY!!! And when I say "we," clearly that's not including you. The instant we signed with OWA, Odyssey's future was sealed forever. We aren't getting hung up on our past failures, because while we plan to avenge our defeats, our focus remains clear: to become the main event on Odyssey, taking every belt within sight while simultaneously brutalizing every bitch in our path! The journey may change from week to week, but our goal remains the same... So go ahead and attempt to intimate us by suggesting you're some type of "hurricane" that'll blow us off course, because we both know that you're just really nothing but piss and wind... Oh, and why are you so fixated on our losses? You sound more like a bitter and crazed fan, and we despise the fans with a passion, which means that we must despise you as well! Feel free to ask any opponent in the back about facing us, and watch as they piss themselves with fear, regardless of what the outcome was... You asked us if we're feeling any sort of "pressure" facing you, but why even bother asking such a ridiculous question with an obvious answer? Because we absolutely feel NO PRESSURE about facing some upstart nobody that couldn't beat out a Christian rock band on her best day as a drummer, let alone have any individual accomplishments to brag about as a wrestler, or even a fighter! We tell you this now so that when you fall to us, you can plan out your excuses accordingly... but relax, there is no shame in losing to your superiors, especially when we're FAR SUPERIOR to anyone that you've faced so far! We understand that you have this "chip on your shoulder," that you want to prove that you're more than "just a mouth," but so far, that's literally all you have proven to everybody who doesn't bother taking a piss break whenever Liara Lawson appears on screen. Don't believe for a second that you're capable of "racing" us to the top, because not only have we overlapped you already, you're also going backwards at full throttle... You call yourself the "Sunset Saint," yelling and crying to anyone that unfortunately gets caught within earshot of your voice that you're a "saint" or whatever... What exactly are you a fucking "saint" of? We imagine that you're the "Saint of Sucking," because you suck so fucking much and so fucking hard that you practically turned it into a fucking religion!!! And religion won't be enough to save you from the hell that we're preparing in your honor! So Ms. Lawson, go ahead and enjoy your little pre-match Independence Day bash... Have fun "partying like it's 1999," because we know how fixated you are on the past... Face fucking reality, bitch, everybody knows that you live in the past because you know that MORRIGHAN AND THE BANSHEE ARE THE ONLY FUTURE THAT ODYSSEY WILL KNOW!!! Yeah, you're right about one thing, we certainly don't care about the significance of the 4th of July, because we owe our allegiance to NO ONE! Once again, enjoy your party, where I assume you'll be shotgunning cheap American beer, snorting coke cut with baby powder, banging anyone with a pulse... but remember that you won't be celebrating any type of victory. The only thing you will be able to celebrate is how you're some junkie whore that tries too hard to march to the beat of her own drum... a beat that no one gives a shit about. Beware our coming... fear for your life... the Wraith of the Ring is upon you!"

Morrighan once again laughs in her sinister manner, although this time she is laughing to the world, rather than herself, as the spotlight cuts out, bringing total darkness upon the arena before the camera cuts to black.

Rob has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 27th 2020, 8:54 pm by **VaeVictisBD**

Infamy

"The Prodigal Son" Finnegan Wakefield

"What takes priority to a man? Is it better to value prestige or purpose?

In the fallout of Final Destination, I found myself at an unfavorable end to the path I believed would lead to my return as the ace of the Omega Wrestling Alliance. Somewhere along that path, I found myself lost and without direction. I had lost my sense of self. And with the new season looming, I found myself only with square one as my option -- something that would discourage a lesser man towards a sense of complacency. But I could never bring myself to be like that again. Not after all I had lost because of it. Instead, I found a silver lining in these misfortunes I have faced. My return to Kingdom with a bleeding reputation allured the sharks to circle, looking to feed on a career already damaged, and somehow I survived. I didn’t come back in the best frame of mind, not at my physical best, and I didn’t feel like the Finnegan Wakefield of old being in that ring again. Something was missing. All I felt was carrying the guilt on my back from when I had to leave; something that has been weighing me down over the last year. And it forced me to push myself harder than before, beyond my physical and sometimes even my mental limitations to overcome these obstacles. While the match results started falling into unfavorable outcomes, I needed to reconfirm with myself who I was in those trials by fire. And I left that season a bloody mess, physically broken but not beyond a state of repair. What those losses gave me is a new perspective, a reminder of what failure feels like, a humbling experience but also a learning one. It reaffirmed my purpose. I was going to take the opportunity of being drafted to Olympus and use it to redefine myself and establish a renaissance in the story of Finnegan Wakefield.

I doubt anyone can say I didn’t make the most of that change of scenery.

Decisively, I managed to collect a holy trinity of victories against established opponents that predict my story will see prestigious triumph sooner rather than later. First night as a part of the brand, submitting a former Television champion in Hartman Ardelean. Swiftly afterward, defeating former Spartans champion Reginald Dampshaw III by technical submission. And while those both are instrumental in my rise back to the top, the grandest entry in this chapter of my career was defeating reigning Omega Heavyweight Champion Bull Connors. Tap out or pass out, fact remains I found the part of myself that can hang at that level again. With reaching that level, options were presented. While many would disagree with me, I challenged Stark for the Television Championship before I defeated Bull. While I essentially have a golden ticket to challenge Bull for his championship by the unwritten laws of wrestling, I bring myself back to that question of what is a bigger priority. And to me, that answer is simple. The destination is only as good as the journey and I am not the kind to make shortcuts. Should Bull defend against Derilect, perhaps I will find myself holding both titles simultaneously. Though, I am getting ahead of myself a little bit -- the week ahead presents some interesting possibilities. First being Stark defending the title against Keelan before our match at Boiling Point. I’m a little bit conflicted on this matter as it presents two big potentials. The first, facing Stark, someone I have never faced one-on-one before, but ultimately plays a factor in the faults I see with the title he holds right now. The other? Well… my history with Keelan is very well-documented. Should Keelan win, it presents an opportunity to find myself in the ring again with him to settle the score from Final Destination, with the added bonus of becoming Television Champion. That is the fork in the road I find myself at, but ultimately, it’s a situation out of my hands. Whoever wins won’t change the fact I am prepared for either outcome at Boiling Point.

What I have in my immediate future, however, is a test of worth towards potential future contenders.

Purpose is an admirable quality even to the newest of fledglings dipping their toes into the vast oceans that is the professional wrestling world. I was no different when I started. And those waters have shown me a rippled mirror in terms of my opposition this week; a young man who believes himself to have quite a lot of it. Jett Valentine, I am not new to the kind of person you are so, hear me out before you start to fire off your mouth wildly like you had with Oliver on Atlantis. It is very obvious to me that you greatly care about how you are presented as you present yourself to be quite the valuable commodity. I mean everything about you screams that you believe yourself to be this agent of change that will liberate wrestling form the pretty rules that you do not see fit to govern this sport. That’s… ambitious to try and tackle less than a year into your wrestling career. Much less ambitious to preach being in this company less than a month. But I can understand why you do it. It’s because you want to paint this picture of yourself as someone misunderstood -- someone infamous. Word of mouth, at it's worst in this industry, is proclaiming a status of infamy in a sport that is all about show and not tell. People who have to tell people they’re infamous are often poorly self-deluded to their actual reputation. When it comes to the Omega Wrestling Alliance, Jett; you're the furthest thing from infamous. It's a tired tactic. I wouldn't even care to count the amount of times someone fresh on the scene broadcasts that they're the hottest new commodity and will change the game forever. Let's just say it has become old hat very quickly among newcomers. What is more telling would be the amount of people that actually went on to actually become the infamous figures they proclaimed themselves to be. I can assure you, it's not a very favorable number to be lumped in with. In terms of a percentage, it has become a point decimal success rate and, at your current status in this promotion, the percentage is an abysmal fraction above zero.

I’ll give you this, Jett, you’re one cheeky cunt.

The biggest faux pas that seems to kill careers as quickly as they begin is showing a messiah complex to a roster that has established themselves in this ring. Not told us they were hot shit in a ring in Mexico, or Japan, or Europe, even if you claimed to be the fiercest warrior of Wakanda. They stepped into an OWA ring, and they built upon their claims with their actual efforts. And what you have done so far in an OWA ring Jett, well… I don’t find that compelling enough to start standing on a soapbox for, much less dragging a crucifix out for. We already had a nutter this year doing that schtick. As impressive as a time limit draw with Oliver Harpe must be in a box, there isn’t a doubt in my mind you’d twist the narrative to somehow be proof of your divine excellence. You are predictable. As have many who have shared the same mindset as you. And there have been a lot of them. But stop, let me guess “I’m an entirely different person. I’m unlike anyone you’ve faced before.” Fuck me, have I heard that a lot in my life from the same cookie-cutter holier-than-thou egomaniacs. But for the sake of argument, I’d sure hope so. Because I, at one point in my career, had a seemingly neverending rivalry with someone who spoke like you, thought like you, who believed his values were higher than anyone elses simply because he himself thought so. Mongoose McQueen, as much as it pains me to say it, was an excellent wrestler. A constant headache absolutely, but really good at practicing what he preached. But he preached harder than he could bring in the ring. And I would debate he’s a much better wrestler now in the wake of being at the losing end of that rivalry of ours. Because he had grown up. And I see that younger, more grandiose delusioned version of him within you. You both spew an endless fictional curriculum vitae of self-importance. But trust me, I have broken more delusioned egos than yours.

The only reason I pray you’re different, Jett, is because I actually want a viable warmup for Boiling Point.

That might be discrediting of the person you are. It might be discrediting what you’ve accomplished elsewhere outside of the walls of OWA. But let’s be honest, none of that matters. Everyone comes in saying they were the hot shit before coming here. It’s a rotating door of people who believe they were signed here because they were the best and were undeniable enough to be begged into signing. But then they lose. And then they walk away. Because they can’t fathom what their reputations would look like if they had a loss to their name. Yet, they make it look worse for being a one-and-done failure. Do I want that for you? No. But if you can’t handle what I have done to the likes of the three more established competitors I listed earlier? Well, being this agent of change is a far cry from the truth then, isn’t it? Not that it isn’t anything but already. But you have been presented an opportunity to back up what you think you are, and I strongly advise you don't look the gift horse in the mouth. You are pitted in the ring against a guy who was a former world champion, the former ace of the entire promotion. And don’t mistake those accolades for weakness with their past-tense. These were status’ I forfeited, regrettably so, but doesn’t discredit I am that good a competitor. Regardless, you are getting what you believe you want. You get all the eyes locked on you, to see if you have any merit to what you believe you are and what you believe you bring. A double-edged sword as you may be impaled by it before their eyes. Crucified for your complex, but no one is praying to you. Only praying for you. You’d be martyred for nothing if you don’t actually bring a great challenge when stepping in the ring with me. And being at a lesser status than the aforementioned accomplished, that’s a big expectation you are carrying. One made even bigger with how you portray yourself and value your image. There is the smallest chance it will lead to the crushing of a diamond. But there is a greater chance, made only greater by your ego, to be crushed into dust that will be gone with the wind.

So, answer me one question, Jett. What will become of you when you're locked into the Wakefield Special III? When both your shoulders are drawn back, being pulled from their sockets, feeling the tendons slowly ripping apart as many else have felt and desperation sets like it has with everyone else -- it's tap out or pass out. Which would you value more? Because, to me, that doesn't matter. Like it didn't matter with Bull Connors. Like it won't matter to Stark or Keelan at Boiling Point. In a match of sink or swim, do you really believe you'll walk on water? *snort* Come preaching your infamy and it will be drowned in waterlogged lungs."

Rob has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Against all odds June 27th 2020, 7:41 pm by Jett Valentine

When it’s said and done, there can be only ONE

Olympus 6-3-20

//The scene opens to Jett sitting in a swivel chair, rocking a CAPCOM jacket and sports pants. He’s got his hair in a ponytail and seems to be sipping coffee from a mug which says “#1 Alpha” //

There is no preparation. There is no looking into the future using a crystal ball and knowing what’s to come. Simply put, there is no use trying to change what is and what has already been destined. Brace yourselves as much as you can, you can’t run from what was always meant to be. That’s how I look at life. It’s a river, an ever-flowing stream of opportunities that I can make the best out of. And goddamn, did I make the best of it. Last week at Atlantis, when I stepped into the ring with Oliver, I knew this was more than just a debut. It was a beginning. It was a chance for me to finally showcase exactly why I felt I had the IT factor, show the world that my words weren’t hollow and false promises. Most of all, let Oliver know that his tactics of fear-mongering ain’t gonna be enough to put me down. And when it came down to it, I think I made it clear that night. I was the better man. Oh sure, it was, as they call it, a “draw”, but let’s not sugarcoat the conclusion merely based on a time limit. No, I beat him, I put him down for the count and as god as my witness he knew that I had his number. I took an almost child-like pleasure in seeing him pull out every move out of his bag of tricks, and let me tell you, he had many! But for every new trick, for every new sleight of hand…I was simply too equipped. I had an answer for everything he threw at me. I way out of every situation, I had become the very definition of anti-venom against the poison that Oliver had been spewing throughout the week. Heck, I even gave him a taste of his own medicine and believe me, I took my time savoring every. Single. God. Damn. Moment of it. Simply put, when it was said and done, there was only one, and don’t let the official decision fool you because it was clear as daylight as to who was the better man that night. Oliver said he would put me six feet under but all he did was skyrocket me into more relevance than ANY of my actions did. Social media was abuzz with MY name. Oh don’t look at me like that, you can’t change facts, and the fact is, I survived a so-called assassin. I survived a man who was willing to kill, maim or worse simply because a bag of money was tossed at him by OWA management. You can spin in however you see fit. I see it as a proof of my undeniable performance. Actions speak louder than words and I had taken the action. And they spoke loud alright.

Which brings me to my grievances with my match. Perfection is something that can never achieved but I would be a god damn liar if I told you I wasn’t a perfectionist. In this day an age where people are satisfied with simply being good, I say, why? Why limit yourself? Why remain within the confines of what others think you should be? You take me, a world-class wrestler who always manages to dish out the best matches of the night, and you pit me against a deranged killer, a man who knows no bounds to violence…and you put a fuckin’ time limit? Really? REALLY? OWA had the catalyst to make have a match of the year in the palms of their hands, instead this time limit bullshit put not only a ceiling on me, but on every single people who wanted to see a conclusion, a definitive conclusion mind you, to my first match! Pissed off is an understatement to how I feel about this. But surely you see why I detest rules now don’t you? You of all people, who love your squeaky-clean victories, you of all people who love showing your technical prowess rather than a more nefarious, violent side. Am I wrong..Finnegan?

The greatest thing about being a new face in town is you get to see a lot of older faces. Study them. Analyze them. Watch their every move and, in a way, take the time to know them better than they know themselves. It is the best of advantages to have, to know that they simply aren’t informed enough on what they’re facing. Unpredictable. A loose canon, an enigma. A blank slate. I could go on Finnegan, but I do not need to. It may shock you, but you are one of those men who I always wanted to step inside the ring with. I will admit, I am somewhat of a fan, but you see, for all the wrong reasons. I do not…respect you. I do not. I can admit you have talent, and heck, I would be a very stupid individual to deny that, after all, you WERE a former OWA world champion, right? Well what happened? Where is it? Huh? I don’t see it anywhere near your vicinity and for a championship you claim you never lost, you seem to be having a hard time finding it. Let’s not beat around the bush Finn, you had all the tools to keep that championship, all the talent, all the skill. And it got you nowhere. A champion without a belt still claiming to have never lost it, in my books, is a phony. Either than or simply lazy. The fact that you never got to reclaim your title just shows that you are a man who lives a life of inaction. I would’ve expected you to be fighting tooth and nail to getting your prize back. But no, here you are. A welcoming mat for my arrival to Olympus. Which is a shame because I used to look back and think…Finnegan Fuckin’ Wakefield, a world champion, would be one of my dream opponents. It disappoints me to say, and I say it with the heaviest of hearts that Finn, let’s just say you’ve dropped drastically down my list of people I would love to face.

But hey, I get it, beggars can’t be choosers. I understand that in the eyes of many I haven’t really proved myself, even though I very well should’ve after my match. I guess going 30 minutes and coming out unscathed against a man who was literally threatening to kill you isn’t that huge of an accomplishment here, certainly not making the world champion pass out, right Finn? I gotta hand it to you, you still got the touch, which is why I’m not entirely bummed out that I can take you on. You have the confidence flowing through your veins, but confidence does not translate into intelligence. Finn you had the opportunity, the chance of a lifetime handed to you on a silver platter on reclaiming your championship. The one you never lost! But what do you do? You let destiny control your fate instead of taking charge of your own life. You go after the Television championship? That my friend, is what I call, a downgrade. And the fact that you, Finnegan Wakefield, would go down that path, makes it all the more sadder. I see your time away from the spotlight as the champion has changed you. Filled you with doubts which you claim you have put past you, but I see otherwise. You seem to forget Derelict being a key catalyst in your victory last week, no? Do you agree that had he not interfered, we would’ve had a much different outcome? Huh? If you agree, then you know that it wasn’t really just YOU who contributed to beating the champ. And if you disagree, then you Finn, are a goddamn liar.

But hey, I’ll let you live your little fantasy. It really doesn’t matter to me. What matters is that in the record books, you’re a world champion, and not only that but you’re also the person who “beat” the current world champion. Just thinking about what beating you does for me, well, I’m getting hard just thinking about it. Yet, this match isn’t a joke for me. Know that when I’m stepping inside the ring, I know full well what I’m up against. I’ve seen your little scrapbook of accomplishments Finn, and every one of your accomplishments only serve as more ammo for my assault against you. Every one of your accomplishments sear a hotter and hotter flame in this cold heart of mine. And the best part? I’ve come to know you better than you know yourself. For every predicament you try and twist me into, I’ll find my way out. I’m an innovator just as much as you are a master technician. And if everything fails, I’ll just use your very best moves against you. I see the chinks in your armor from a mile away in places you never even thought you had vulnerabilities, but hey, that’s the name of the game now. I’m the future of this business. Better. Stronger. Faster.

So c’mon Finn. Gimme your best shot, take me to my limits, show me what Finnegan fuckin’ Wakefield is supposed to be. I relish the fact that there won’t be a lame time limit this time. Just two men tearing the house down the old fashioned way.

Now scurry along Wakefield, get my welcoming mat and spread em wide. There’s a new Alpha in town.

// Jett takes another sip and spins on his swivel chair as the camera cuts to Olympus logo //

Rob has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 27th 2020, 5:04 pm by **NikiKhanKTA**

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PORTLAND, OR
BURNSIDE BRIDGE
11:25pm on FRIDAY

No fuckin around today. Tyler and TJ stand beside a brick wall under a bridge. They pass a blunt between them.

TYLER BRIDGES

Imma put it to y’all like this, right? I straight don’t like Eon or Noah. These motherfuckin curtain jerkin pud poundin fun bois have been NOTHING but fuckin irritating since we got here, bruh. Noah’s been playing his sad kid card every single GOD DAMN time, and you know what? It’s starting to get fuckin annoying, dude.

TJ BURNS

“Two fucking teams. That’s it.” Right, Noah? Just TWO ACTUAL, HONEST TO GOD TAG TEAMS...THAT SPECIALIZE IN TAG TEAM WRESTLING. ONLY FUCKING TWO. And Yet, here you come, with your fuckin Droopy Dog sad eyes and your fat squirrel face and you just...ENTER the tag division. IM AMAZED.

TYLER BRIDGES

I ain’t. Nah, see, Cos this just REEKS of “last chance” for chubby peg boy. He sees the TAG division as his meal ticket, and deep down, he KNOWS this is his last opportunity before the brass just cut their losses and let him sink. Two teams, right? Noah can’t fuckin cut it in singles, so he HOLDS THE POCKET of the mother fucker that bitch slapped him last and calls himself a tag team.

TJ BURNS

“Chaos Elite” is the stupidest fuckin name I’ve ever heard, kids. What the fuck middle schooler came up with that?

TYLER BRIDGES

And that’s just it, Teej! That’s JUST it! It’s just...THROWN together, like a meth head making an omelette! I thought you two fuckin hated each other, Noah! But nah, none of that matters when GOLDS on the line, right?

TJ BURNS

News flash, shit can: You’re not READY for a chance at gold. What’s your reason, you personally fucked over Tyler and Teddy on Olympus? Your daddy Eon got the big win, and now you think YOU matter?

TYLER BRIDGES

Nahnahnah, see...that’s not how this fuckin shit works. All you did was give me a reason to slap you relentlessly. All you DID was give me a reason to kick your fat ass up and down the arena while Eon shakes his head and sees his future go down the drain. You’re a fuckin nothing entity, Noah...you’re a waste of a roster spot, and no matter how many stupid fuckin tag teams you create with the dudes you suck off, you’re always gonna BE a waste.

TJ BURNS

Oh DO we smoke too much weed, Noah? You lose too much. Are we not the brightest? You’re a fuckin MORON. No matter WHAT you bring up, we run CIRCLES around you in it. Fighting, talking, fucking...ALL of it, WE OUTSHINE YOU. As far as I'M concerned? This is a fuckin HANDICAP match. I actually feel BAD for Eon, having to carry your leg less carcass on his tiny, yellow striped back until he decides he has better things to do. What’s your next tag team gonna be called? “Blood Hearts?” Oooooooooo...how about “Evil Inc.” or some try-hard broody shit like that, Cos really, coming up with tag team names is your new lane. Stick in that. You’re not GOOD at it, but better than this whole wrestling thing, right?

TYLER BRIDGES

“An upgrade, but not much.” You fuckin goon...I WISH we could say the same about you, blood. I really fuckin do, but nah. Same old Noah, same old shit, same old mistakes, same old “oh gorsh” attitude.

TJ BURNS

You know what I did the other day, Noah? I PREPPED for you. That’s right. I got a nice mug of coffee...got a nice J of the finest shimya...sat down with my laptop, up on the roof of the gym, hella early! Sunrise got me feeling all sorts of ways...the fog of my hometown mixing with the smoke and filling my lungs...and I watched a HIGHLIGHT tape of Noah Muhfuckin Quinn.

TYLER BRIDGES

Was that what you were doing up there?

TJ BURNS

Mmhm.

TYLER BRIDGES

Bruh, we all thought you were like...watching A Bug’s Life or some shit, you were laughing all hard.

TJ BURNS

Oh, that’s because his HIGHLIGHTS was just a montage of NOAH FUCKIN UP! Messing up tag matches for his partners, fuckin eating pins like they’re dipped in gravy, missin’ opportunities left right and center...dude. It was the funniest shit ever...and what makes it EVEN FUNNIER...is Noah then doubles down on his bitchfistness and puffs out his chest after helping Eon CHEAT!

TYLER BRIDGES

That IS funny. You know what’s funnier than that? On Olympus...that little piggy HAS to fight us for a full 30. All of his matches COMBINED haven’t equaled 30 minutes...but now, he’s gonna find himself in a situation he THOUGHT he was prepared for...but nah...EVENTUALLY, Eon is gonna need to take a break, and Noah Quinn has to schlub his big fat sad ass through those ropes and come face to face with two mother fuckers that outrun him, outwork him, out strike him, out WRESTLE him...EVERY TIME. I’m not called “Mr. Suicide Pace” Cos it’s a fun nickname...nah, Noah...That’s YOUR game...I EARNED that nickname, Cos like Prefontaine, I go FULL FUCKIN BORE from start to finish...it is either WIN or DIE. And maybe I’ve been slacking a bit...I dunno...but I can guarantee, on Olympus? No slack. We got championship GOLD in our crosshairs, and all we need to do is run through a 2k20 Default Team to get there.

TJ BURNS

30 fuckin minutes...half an hour of pure violence. I don’t know about you, Ty, but fuck...this is what I’ve been waiting for.

TYLER BRIDGES

I feel ya, bro. This is a chance...this is OUR chance, to show everything that’s been missing. I’m not fuckin around, man...I ain’t telling no jokes, just straight FACTS. Noah Quinn and Eon Blue -

TJ BURNS

I ain’t calling em “Chaos Elite”...they gotta BE a team before they’re recognized as one.

TYLER BRIDGES

Agreed. Noah and Eon? This is gonna be our final chapter. You kids are nothing short of nuisances...Straight up lurkers, trying to mooch off the hard work dudes like me and Teej and The Nice Guys put in on the DAILY. Those tag straps are for the best team in the world, boys...not “who can get thrown together Cos they’re outta ideas.” Your little interview? Didn't mean a fuckin thing. It’s all bullshit, kids. This division needs some fresh blood, no doubt...but imma tell it to you dudes straight, when it comes to YOU TWO? Sorry, we’re at capacity. Thaaaaaanks…

TJ BURNS

But let’s not forget the REAL belle of this ball...Mr. Eon Blue. That stench…

TYLER BRIDGES

I smell it.

TJ BURNS

You smell that?

TYLER BRIDGES

I smell it.

TJ BURNS

It’s that fuckin smell of DESPERATION...that odor that permeates when you’re backed against a wall and SHITTING your PANTS...Eon...you, of ALL people, didn’t need to hitch your horse to ANYTHING...you could have been a fuckin STALLION on your own...and yet, here we find you...ONCE AGAIN, tied to a wagon with no FUCKING wheels. You’re a workhorse pulling a broken, useless cart...and all that’s gonna do? Is leave you tired, angry, and exasperated. You are going to be doing EVERYTHING...and I mean EVERYTHING in this match, Eon. Can YOU last 30 minutes? I don’t doubt you can, but how about when we tag out and a FRESH man pops in? Then what? You are EXACTLY what you put out into the world, E...FLASH...you drive these nice sports cars that to the layperson...WOW! Look at THAT! HOW EXOTIC! IT MUST BE AMAZING!

TYLER BRIDGES

But to ANYBODY that knows? It’s a show. Pop that hood, whatdya get? Hella power, horrible gas mileage. So far? Yeah. You’ve been doing pretty well for yourself. Couple of wins, people buzzing. Good for you. But guaranteed, son...you’re gonna fuck it up.

TJ BURNS

Already did by teaming with “Dead Cat In a Bag” Noah Quinn.

TYLER BRIDGES

Oh don’t I know it.

TJ BURNS

And we can see, E...this has gone to your head. I see your beady little rat eyes, your fuckin frat boy smirk...you think you got it all figured out, dontcha?

TYLER BRIDGES

You ain’t got shit. Cos see, your ONE trick was having your little bitch run interference for you...THAT is your new game plan, I can tell...but now, that cube headed motherfucker is gonna be ON THE APRON, and you’re gonna have to play babysitter the WHOLE match. Keep eyes on that toddler looking fuck to make sure he don’t choke on a cheerio at ringside.

TJ BURNS

Turn back to him every so often so he doesn’t wander off and get kidnapped.

TYLER BRIDGES

Cos you and I BOTH know, E...you CANNOT, under ANY circumstances, let Noah into the match...not for even a quick stomp or two. You know better than ANYBODY that he’s a liability. You know better than ANYONE how quick Noah can screw everything up. You know better than ANYBODY just how fuckin mediocre he is in that ring.

TJ BURNS

So, right now, where I’m standing? We’re already miles ahead of y’all. Old boy Noah is thinking we’re in a haze Cos of the reefer, but that’s the same thinking that got his ass pinned last time we faced. Back then, it was just to make you two shut the fuck up, but now? NOW it’s for an opportunity at the Tag Team titles...the VERY same titles you twats have shown ZERO interest in until last week. Don’t play bullshit with us, nutsucks.

TYLER BRIDGES

Now? We’re gonna work the hardest we’ve ever worked, boys...we’re going to hit you two harder than your daddies ever did...we’re going to run circles around you two like it’s a fuckin U of O TRACK meet.

TJ BURNS

You have no answers for the questions we got, you little fuckers, Cos THIS...THIS is our moment. No matter HOW you fuckin twats slice it, this is OUR chance. NOT yours. You will walk into that ring with your heads held high, and 30 minutes later, you will limp out SOBBING...you will be BEGGING for an apocalypse to come and give you two a way out, because boys? We are going to take you to deep, DEEP waters and let you fuckin SINK to the bottom. We are going to go ALL FUCKING OUT, because THAT is what we need to DO.

TYLER BRIDGES

I wanna make sure you two don’t get it fuckin twisted...we KNOW what you’re capable of…

TJ BURNS

Well...Eon, at least…

TYLER BRIDGES

But it has been made ABUNDANTLY clear that you motherfuckers have no God Damn idea what you’re up against. You two think you’re ready for this shit? You think you’re ACTUALLY gonna be able to be on our level, when shit REALLY matters?

TJ BURNS

We’ll see. And once we finally end your little pointless team up? You two can go back to doing what people actually want to see…nothing.

TYLER BRIDGES

Now...what was it you said? Noah? Trying to sound tough? “He’s easily the easiest guy to pin in that ring, by far?”

TJ BURNS

If that’s the case, why haven’t you done it?

TYLER BRIDGES

Heh...aight, Noah...challenge accepted.

TJ BURNS

On Olympus, we’re going to run through you fuckers like shit through a goose...for 30 fuckin minutes, you two are gonna be humiliated again, and again, and fuckin again.

TYLER BRIDGES

And we’ll see how long this “Chaos Elite” shit lasts.

TJ BURNS

Smoke Weed And Bleed, Assholes.

Tyler and TJ smirk and pull their hoods up, stepping out into the Oregon rain.

“Chaos Elite” gonna fuckin die.

Re: OWA Promos June 27th 2020, 10:39 am by **TTtheT**

Olympus Promo #1

Chaos Elite vs GRiME

I’m not a bad person

We live in a world where people steal, rape, kill and yet these closed-minded fans have the audacity to hate a man for doing what he needs to do. I wasn’t going anywhere. In a stacked OWA singles division, opportunities came rarely, and only to the very best, or to the company’s favourites, or to the veterans, the people waiting for the longest. But for me? Nothing at all. After Eon and I finished off our business, but as much as people hated him, they had to admit that he was talented, the next big star, maybe even a future champion. But Noah Quinn… you know, just a guy, he lost to Eon once, he’s a good wrestler… I guess. OWA needed to recognize. They needed to know that Noah Quinn is not a pushover. Not a mediocre singles star, doomed to a boring career of “I was this close” losses. But they were right I suppose. I’m not owed any opportunities. OWA doesn’t owe me anything, so I had to take my future in my own hands. Just beside a stacked singles division, there was a dry tag-team division. Inhabited by the tag-team champions The Nice Guys. Oh yeah and GRiME. Two fucking teams. That’s all...just waiting to be harvested, waiting for a fresh team to be added to the mix, an injection of excitement, of interesting things to come. Chaos Elite is what OWA needed the most. But yet, the fans boo. They push away the one thing that this company needs to become perfect. They act like I’m the problem for trying to move myself up a peg. But they still don’t give a fuck. Not about me anyway. I laid a hand on Teddy Mac. Everyone’s favourite wrestler/stuffed animal/ father of the year. A star in his own right. He’s a nice guy, but he just happened to be in the way of my goals. I hope there are no hard feelings but there probably are. Whatever. I never hesitate. It doesn’t matter how nice someone is, my opinion of them at the time, none of that. Teddy Mac and Tyler Bridges were just in the way.

I know Eon shares that mindset, but with a twist. He fucking enjoys it. He gets his kicks from inflicting pain, from ruining lives, and all the power to him. I can allow it. As long as we’re winning matches, it’s none of my business what goes on in his head. He can do what he wants. And we shared the same motivations. On our own, we were alright. Nothing to phone home about I suppose, but after weeks and weeks of fighting, of great matches over and over again. We came to the conclusion that we would be better off together. Our feud was the only thing keeping us on T.V, keeping us relevant to OWA. And when it ended, we just couldn’t stay away. First as opponents, and now as teammates. I’d like to say that his opinion of me has changed since the last time we met, but I can’t speak for him. I would think that he knows what I’m capable of, we’ve met in the ring enough for him to find out. We have our differences, but we both have the same motives. We both crave success. We won’t hesitate to advance our respective agendas, and nothing is off-limits. Snapping bones, bruising bodies, all on the table if needed. And in my OWA career, I've discovered that those things are needed very often.

Already my decisions have paid off. Do you think that I'd be in a #1 contenders match on my own? That I would be given this opportunity over anyone else? But in the tag division, all you have to do is show up. All you have to do is be available, be around when needed and the big matches fall into your lap. If I received this match two or three months ago, I wouldn't take it seriously at all. Tyler and TJ? Light work. But after a match with them, after seeing what they're capable of, I know that they're no pushovers. They may act like idiots. They may smoke too much weed sometimes. They might not be too bright. But I know that they'll put up a fight in that ring. When we first met in the ring, the stakes couldn't be lower. An overconfident Noah Quinn and an indifferent Eon Blue. Not the best team. Despite the strange matchup, the match was close. I'll be the first to say that I cost it for us. I was glory hungry. I was greedy for the pinfall. My bad. But while GRiME stayed the same, I consider myself changed. I'm a team player. I don't really care about who pins who, as long as I'm on the winning side. Eon and I had your numbers, the only thing that could stop us was ourselves, and this time we won't be stopping anything. I was wrong about GRiME. I said they needed Kenny Drake for everything. Well, where is he? Not here. I said that they were useless pieces of shit. Well. That was a strong statement, but my point still stands. I underestimated them somewhat, but this time I know exactly what I'm up against. An upgrade. But still not much. Personally, I got nothing against them. Again, they seem like a fun pair. There'll be time for sportsmanship after 30 minutes pass. I doubt Eon feels the same, but I've only seen him appreciate an opponent once, so I'm not expecting much. It's going to be a bloody war, whether the fans expect it or not. Maybe they're expecting GRiME to take it to these newbies. Or can Chaos Elite make themselves known with a dominant win? But I'd like to think that I know better than these... uneducated people. Limits will be pushed. Blood will spill with the Nice Guys anxiously watching. Scared? Excited? I don't know, but I would be nervous if a shot at my title was on the line. I’d want to see what my opponents are made of, but I doubt the Nice Guys take anyone lightly.

The Nice Guys. Who can forget about OWA’s favourite tag-team? Nobi, the man with no faults. The standard handsome wrestler that every mother wishes her son would become. And Teddy Mac, a father, a friend to all (but probably not to me anymore). Who doesn’t love the Nice Guys? But I have to wonder where it ends. Where the cracks in the foundation begin. What I need to do to turn them into not so nice guys. What can I do to test their morals? To piss them off so much that they abandon their kind and merciful wrestling style. A question for another day I guess. Normally I'd be looking ahead to what's next, but I'm devoting all my energy to beating the shit out of GRiME. We've gotten this far, and I don't intend for our run to stop after our first match.

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The cameras open in the OWA FS1 Studios. Focused in the frame is Olympus commentator Giovante Reese.

Giovante Reese: Hello OWA Faithful and welcome to a very special broadcast. My two guests made quite the statement on the most recent Olympus show and MAN what a statement it was. After weeks of fighting each other. Eon Blue and Noah Quinn collaborated in laying waste to Teddy Mac of Nice Guys and Tyler Bridges of GRiME. It was a shock no one saw coming. And I for one applaud the connection. So please welcome my guests. Eon Blue and Noah Quinn.

Eon: I appreciate the words Gio.

Noah: I'm sure it was a shock. It's nice to be here.

Giovante Reese: Well with introductions out of the way, let's get right to it shall we? The world is clamouring to know more about the two of you. And I thought what better way than to start from the beginning. What brought you two to OWA? Noah, let's start with You.

Noah: After a while in MMA, I started to get bored. Everything was just too easy, and I wanted a new challenge. That's when I was introduced to the world of professional wrestling. It looked promising. New opponents, new things to do, what could go wrong? Many things could apparently. But I've learned to adjust, and I can assure you that Eon and I are the next big thing.

Eon: I spent a few years in Japan, training and becoming the talent you see here now. A few places I have been were nothing but politics. Knowing someone, being friends with X. And instead of playing that game here. I decided to come in and burn down the norm. I will make my Opportunities. And with Noah here, we will blaze a trail through the OWA as we rise to the top.

Giovante Resse: Two different worlds you guys came from. Noah from MMA and Eon cutting his teeth in Japan Dojos. Well, we all know what happened when you both got here. A Six pack Challenge match as your Debut. Eon, you seemed to build a grudge after this match. Blaming Noah and that continued for a few weeks. You two were at each other's throats in a Tag match and Again at Jeff X’s Invitational. After weeks and weeks of fighting what made you all decide to team up.

Eon: I am a focused man Gio. When my mind sets its sights on something I just can’t let it go. I did blame Noah, I won’t deny or regret that. I felt I had a score to settle and I SETTLE my scores. I will admit he got under my skin, but those weeks of fighting showed me something. That no DQ match just solidified it. Noah here is a damn good wrestler. We had common goals. And yea, we go about achieving them differently but I saw something we could make work. I think he saw it too. Well he must have or we wouldn’t be here now, would we?

Noah: I had nothing against the guy. He might have held a grudge, but I honestly couldn't give a shit about him. But after that final No-DQ match, he finally proved something to me. He proved that he wasn't some cult leader without a following. He's a legitimate wrestler and a good one at that. After weeks and weeks of fighting we recognized that we would be better off together. With all scores settled, there was no reason for us to feud for any longer. We had the same goals, so why not help each other out?

Eon smirks a little hearing Noah’s words but nods with agreement at the statement

Giovante Reese: Ahh I see I see. So you could see the Potential in a team up. I mean I see it the OWA roster is Packed. But that Tag team Division is a little light by the numbers! Yeah I think I would start a takeover there too! So you fight for weeks and then BAM light goes on Eon and Noah a new team. You have decided to call yourself Chaos Elite. What's the meaning of that name?

Noah: Well, Elite means the best, and to be honest, we're the best tag team you're gonna get. Take a look at this dry-ass OWA tag team division. Who do you see? GRiME? The Nice Guys? Meh. We're the best there fucking is and there's nothing you can tell me that will change my mind. And I can promise you that there's going to be plenty of Chaos in that ring. Last week was just a taste. A small example of what's to come, and after we finish off GRiME, OWA will truly see the chaos to come.

Eon: That's right, the best team here in OWA is now sitting before you. And you know, I have been saying for weeks that My Apocalypse was drawing near. This wasn’t the words of a mad man Gio. I sow the seeds of chaos in my actions. That a maelstrom would wreak havoc. And it takes the best to rise above that. IT TAKES ELITE skills to ride those waves and you better fucking believe we have those skills. That's why we are Chaos Elite.

Noah: Edgy…

Giovante Reese: Ok ok, so that explains the name. Now, you all brought this team into the light on Olympus. You laid out one-half of the Tag Team champs in Teddy Mac, but it seemed that Tyler Bridges got the worst of that deal. You used him to win that match. Was there a reason for it?

Eon: I owed Tyler Bridges. I don’t like to lose, and well. GRiME in general had a blemish on my record. As I said I settle scores, this was a warning shot to GRiME. We are not fools. If there is a team we have to beat, it's going to be GRiME.

Noah: I mean, look at him. He's easily the easiest guy to pin in that ring BY FAR. And it didn't hurt that he and his buddy beat us in the past. He had it coming to him, and I think he knew that.

Eon: Oh Tyler knew that. And honestly, he and Teddy knew something was coming. I saw them running their mouths and they both kept me and Noah on the tips of their tongues. This was just part of what they have coming.

Giovante Reese: OH and a warning shot issued for sure.

The Camera shifts back to just showing Giovante.

Giovante Reese: There is more to come on this interview, you can be sure of that. Part two will be up in just a few days and while Chaos Elite clearly has their eyes set on GRiME in part two we dig deeper into their upcoming Iron Man Match. Join us then. This has been Giovante Reese for OWA, thanks for watching!

Re: OWA Promos June 26th 2020, 2:22 pm by Liara

and you blew it
Odyssey #1

Firstly, Ashley Walker, what the fuck? Middle aged? I thought we were friends, girl. God damn.

Now moving swiftly on from that though, Odyssey went quite well, don't you think? Well mostly. Apart from Alyssa Grace. Now I'm not saying she could've stopped, and not have kicked me in the face, but Alyssa, how much did you really try to? I told you that I'd be watching, getting an up-close look at the Goddesses Champion, aaaand she kicks me in the face. You wanted to beat them both on your own? Make a point? Did I offend you by saying I'm here for titles? I don't know, and I'm not saying, I'm just thinking out loud. Now maybe I am just over thinking things and it was nothing more than an unfortunate, unavoidable accident, but I guess we'll never know. Well, if you came clean, then I suppose we'd know, but I won't hold my breath on that one. But hey, we won, and a win's a win, right? So I guess it's a case of ain't life grand.

Revy. Reeeevy, Reeeeevy, Reeeeevy, I told you that you seemed like a fucking idiot, and dude, you didn't half prove me right, so thank you for that. Alyssa wipes out her own partner, and boom! Just like that you've found yourself in a handicap match, so the fuck do you mess that up? Seriously. You wanna know, just for future reference? You just don't blind tag yourself in. I don't know dude, you don't need to be a rocket surgeon to figure out those sorta tag team basics, do you? Shit, I'm not tag team veteran by any means, but even I know that much. Just don't do it. Things are just going from bad to worse for you, ain't they? Ah well, better luck against on Atlantis against Apu and Bapu. I'm not convinced that's their real names, but hey, who am I to judge? Just follow my advice, it's worked for me, so maybe it'll work for you.

It seems to me that no one in OWA can say the name Liara Lawson without also saying the name Morrighan McDonnell. Or the Banshee, or whatever the fuck. Now I get it, we're both new, both started off pretty well. My potential's unlimited; hers though? Well, that's up for debate. To open with a question, Morrighan, first of all, the fuck is wrong with you? Seriously. I can help sort you out. Think of me as a doctor without the title. I ain't got no prescription pad, but I plenty of stuff that'll sort that mind of your right out. Disclaimer: On account of not being a doctor, I can't guarantee that it will sort you out, and not just make things worse. Let's be honest though, at this point, I really don't think that you've got anything to lose. No offense, but you're a monstrosity.

So while it's the case right now that you can't say one name without the other, that ain't gonna be the case too much longer. 'cause come Odyssey, fourth of July, I'm gonna prove that we are not neck and neck. That me and Morrighan are not the future of Odyssey. I'm going to prove that I am. The world's gonna see that she's a passing breeze, and I'm a fucking hurricane.

Now, you know what I've noticed about you Morrighan? You move along doing fine, doing good, impressing everyone... until the pressure's on. You came here, started good and earned your shot at Baba Yaga. An early chance to show your championship worth...

and you blew it.

The Athena's Cup, against Stephanie Matsuda; she's the veteran, the legend, she the one that's been around the block more times than a black cab in London. There was no pressure on you, but you still went out there and shocked the world. Kudos for that. Granted, you had a pretty fucking big assist from April Song, but like I said earlier, a win's a win. That win, no matter how it came about, put pressure on you against Jonetta Stone. You'd set a bar for yourself, and the question everyone was asking was 'can she live up to it?' You said that she was the trophy you were after...

and you blew it.

I suppose the question then, is how much pressure is on you against me? I'm still new here, four matches in. So, is that enough to bring pressure on an opponent? Have I built that level of expectation? Well, that's for other people to decide, but I think there's pressure on. I think that if you want to prove that you're this big threat that you claim to be. If you want to prove that you are the real deal, then you gotta beat someone like me. The problem you have is that someone like me, isn't really someone like me. Make sense? Gone over your head... heads? You see, someone like me is a newcomer, lost to Dulce Torres in the first round of the Athena's Cup, but all is not what it seems, 'cause someone like me is actually the next big thing on Odyssey. Get it? Man, even if you don't get it, it makes more sense than the fucking Banshee saying 'Banshee' every five seconds.

I guess that means by the same token that there should be pressure on me, right? The biggest match of my - admittedly short - OWA career so far, and I got beat. Granted, I was against arguably the most talented woman in the company, but I got beat, and I'm not cool with that. Now, I gotta prove that I am what I say I am. The pressure's on me, to prove to the world that I'm more than just a mouth. Now I happen to think I've got a very talented, multi-purposed mouth, but that's not the point. The mouth isn't the be-all-end-all of Liara Lawson, because I simply won't let it be. My talent in the ring, will be that. My talent in the ring is going to prove how true the words that come from this little mouth really are. People think that I'm brash, and cocky and whatever else, and you know what? Okay. Fine. But to come from where I'm from, and make it. You gotta be willing, and able, to talk the talk. 'cause if you can't talk the talk, who give a fucking about seeing if you can walk the walk? Morrighan, you've got a long way to go. And after Odyssey, it's gonna be even further, 'cause I'll be overtaking you in the race for the top.

And out of interest, what the fuck makes the Banshee 'we'? Since when were banshee's some hive mind shit? Man, shut the fuck up. I'm gonna beat you back into the real world. Punch some sense into that cracked little mind you've got yourself there. You've come here and had opportunity's thrown at you, and you're already stagnating. What's the threat of a "banshee" that keeps getting beat when the going gets tough? And I can assure you, against me? The going's always tough, 'cause I am a motherfucking saint.

And you know what next Odyssey is? You notice the date?

It's Independence Day baby, and I'm planning on partying like it's 1999. I'll bring the beer. I'll bring the coke. I'll bring the strippers. Ya'll just bring your good-selves and enjoy the party. Apart from Morrighan McDonnell. 'cause Morrighan's gonna be forced into an early night after she finds her face stomped into the mat. I'd say it sucks for her, but she's Irish, fuck does she care about Independence Day anyway?

Re: OWA Promos June 26th 2020, 9:06 am by **Michael Bishop**

It’s getting real’ hard to get quality singles match ups…. Can’t count the amount of times Bo and I are sitting in the backroom of an arena trying to get someone to agree to a contract. It’s the price of being a boogeyman in a sport where people fight every 1 - 2 weeks….

It’s all about building up momentum, it’s all about securing that win…. No one wants to fight a guy who chews through people like fucking jerky, and if they do somehow win the come out looking like raw fucking beef…. And though I say I will fight anyone, anytime, anyplace…. Guess the whole roster ain’t so inclined to reciprocate….

Except you- Maelstrom.

You’re also regarded as one of the scary men on the Kingdom roster, ain’t you? “Harbinger of the Apocalypse”, “King of the Nightmares”. You’re called an animal. You are regarded as a beast because in a weight class where most men sandbag and waddle around the ring, you move, fight, and strike like a lightweight…. It’s earned you the title of “Monster”- Bullfuck.

People love to throw out those terms without knowing the god damn meaning because many don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about. 17 years in this shit, I do. 2 decades into this shit, I’ve learned exactly what separates men from monsters, big men from stacks of blubber, you from me. You call yourself Maelstrom, you scream, you howl, you use your whack job, meth’ed out demeanor to scare people.

And to the young kids on the regional scene, it works. To amateurs who’ve never seen eyeliner and some shitty highlights, you seem terrifying. To the amateurs, the uninitiated…. It got you this far.

But you have no fucking clue what the fuck you got yourself into, Fucko. Stepping into the ring with me.

Look into my eyes and ask me if that’ll work. Take your dead, glazed over fish eyes, align your pupils with mine and ask yourself if theatrics and bullshitting are gonna get you past Michael Bishop.

Look into the colors of my eyes and see fire, see death, see the blood of every single person I’ve dragged into the fucking abyss, and beat until they fucking cried. Mauled until they begged for me to stop. Every single champion I’ve chomped down on and shook, and tore, and ripped and fucking destroyed on my fucking war path towards Kingdom. Towards Redemption. Towards the Outlaw Championship. Towards the World Championship.

There’s acting like you’re a monster, and then there’s being a monster, kid. There’s putting some highlights in your hair and acting like your something, and then there’s spending 2 decades of your life proving that you are the single best fighter in the whole fucking world.

Look into my eyes and tell me that despite all the trials and tribulations, all the fights, all the wars, you’re the one to beat me. The one to stop me clean, that after years and years, fuck- Decades of Live, Die, Repeat, you’re the mothafucker to beat Michael Bishop.

Look into my eyes and see the blood stained concrete floor, of the back room of a night club. A place where my knuckles popped, my throat ached, and my body was out on the line- again, and again, and again. Look into my eyes and see the crude ass cage where a boy was force evolved into a man, and then a man into a fucking demon. A demon that wore crusted ass duct tape, wrapped around callus covered knuckles.

Look into my eyes, and see every person I’ve dragged into the deep. Every person I’ve beaten. Every single motherfucker, opponent, competitor, gang banger- Former Heavyweight Champions and mafia bosses looking to lick old wounds.

You were molded in the back of a garage, smoking too much crack and thinking walking up to me with some pink highlights was gonna get you somewhere. You spent the better part of your life believing combat sports was all an act, a preconceived notion that just because others got all nervous by your tubby ass arms and fucked sense of a world view, that I was gonna be shook- Motherfucker, I grew up in a world much, much worse than yours. From a young age I learned all too well, all to close what getting a piece shoved in your face and barked at for your hard earned money was like. I learned all to well what getting your head beat in by a fucking lead pipe was like. I learned all too well the choice between fighting or death, survival or death. Wrapping my knuckles in some shitty ass tape, and feeling my biceps burn as I fought. Day after day, again and again, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday-

Because that was the only choice, that was the way.

I’ve proven myself the better man against better people. I’ve stood and banged against the best in the world for 13 fucking years. 13, you can’t even count that fucking high. To you this is some run down amphitheater back in whatever fucking slum you’re from, hoping to make a quick buck by laying and praying your way up the roster. Wrong, shitbag, dead wrong. You’re about to get a crash course in what a real monster of the division is, and it’s time you learned what it means to be a man.

You don’t live for this, you fucking chose it. I learned to love it. To get a thrill from it. I get off on fighting every single day, every single week. Every single time I sign the contract I just salivate over the idea of seeing me pound a motherfuckers, cranium into the canvas, watching the lights zap in their head before everything cuts out after 32 consecutive strikes, a knee, a kick- so much high octane violence that it could make the nitro gauge on a fucking corvette burst.

And I love it. I fucking, love it. When I kneed Jeff’s head in, When I bashed Arias fucking face in, when I tried to kill Oasis in that blood sports cage- I LOVED IT!!

Every single fucking moment. This is winning, this is life, this is finally getting that oh so fucking satisfying gratification after so long, and every time I put someone in the ground I can’t help but fucking smile.

Legitimacy. That’s what separates you, from the real boogeyman. The monsters, from the demons. Hood rats from legitimate fucking Gangsters. I’ve been at the top of my game for 13 years, and I will keep going until that number hits 20, 30, 40, however long it takes for me to suck the whole industry dry, all the gold dry, all the blood dry until I’m either dead and deceased in the red corner or walking out, covered in blood, the world title-and still, on my shoulder.

I think it’s time I put some preconceived notions that I’m a gatekeeper to rest, I think it’s time I put a new rising big guy down. I think it’s time I drag your fat fuckass into the gutter, and show you what my kind are really made of.

Born from. Bred from. Molded from. I’m not just gonna beat you. I’m gonna haunt you. I’m gonna have you dreaming of me every night as you see my gritted teeth, piercing eyes, and blood covered beard staring down, reminding you of the one man who sonned you, the one man who scarred you, the one man who broke you.

Emmanuelle and Rob have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Olympus promo #1 June 25th 2020, 5:30 pm by **Mark Michaels**

I-D-A: 3 simple steps to victory.

You know as I sit here I, my face dripping with sweat, my arms and legs aching, my chest still pounding from the clanging and banging the iron weights which now sit here at my feet, my mind keeps coming back to one single, solitary thought. With every step, every rep, every breath in, and every breath out, I keep on thinking about one thing. One single day keeps running through my mind. July 3rd, 2020. Now I’m sure there are plenty of people shaking their heads and saying to themselves “What’s so special about the day before I drink and blow up some fire works?”
Well for your information, that is the day i begin my conquest of the Omega Wrestling Alliance. A grandiose Idea to those who don’t know what kind of man I am. What kind of game changing talent I am. What kind of single minded, and relentless pursuer of my goals I am. What kind of take no prisoners, sacrifice my left arm, win at all cost, son of a bitch I am! Look at my resume if you don’t believe me. Last year, against all odds, with everyone and their mother telling me it would never happen, I broke through in that hell hole company who I won’t even give the privilege of naming, and dominated my way to holding a championship meant for the best pure wrestlers in the sport today. I crushed every challenger I had for the following four months, and even did what those snakes back in New Jersey said I’d never do and competed in the main event of the second biggest show of the year for the world championship. And I can already hear everyone saying “yeah, yeah Mark. We know. But what have you been doing lately? What makes you any different from Thomas Minns or Boujie Allen?” Or “How can you even expect to win when it looks like for all intents and purposes, Your tag partner Nathan Fiora has gone a bit kooky in head?!” Let me go ahead and answer both of those questions. First off I’ve found in my experience that sometimes if a guy goes just a little crazy it could give him an edge in the ring. There’s countless examples of it in this business, like that guy... whats his name? Solomon Caine or something? So whatever Nathan has going through his head, it’s no concern of mine so long as he goes out there and carries his share of handing out ass whoopings like we were giving them away. And as to that second question, what makes me any different from any of the other OWA Alphas trying trying to make a name for themselves? Well I can sum it up with tree letters. I-D-A. Intention. Decision. Action. See just like every step I take, every move I make in the ring is one designed to bring about a desired result. Wether it’s drawing an opponent to be guarding his left side when my target os actually his right, or baiting him in to take that one forward where my perfectly timed fist will be waiting to meet his face. Or even playing a little possum and getting the fool across from me to either make the mistake of wearing himself out like a true dope. Everything I do has a greater plan behind it.

Decision. You know when I set my mind to something, come hell or high water I get it. Its been the same way in every wrestling promotion I’ve worked in, it’s been the story of my life since the day I left home and started training to become a professional wrestler. Sure you can say I’m one track minded, or that I am one stubborn son of a bitch! But never the less, I set my mind to my goals and by god I achieve them. Regardless of any kind of obstacles or setbacks, I push forward till everything I’ve plotted for is mine. And that leave just the action. You know it’s one thing to talk a big game, it’s one thing to say how damn good you are at what you do. It’s an entirely different thing to go out their and live up to your own hype. But unlike all the other men and women in the locker room, I back up every word I say one way or another. I will tell you to your face that I am to beat you from bell to bell without any hesitation, without any doubt in my eyes, and you damn well better believe that I’m gonna beat your ass from bell to bell! But more than this, when I act it not simply some foolish attempt to drum up fan interest. It is not some misguided endeavor to become the boss lady’s new flavor of the month. And it sure as hell isn’t just some random bit of violence so I can get my face on television. My actions are brought about to get the exact reactions I desire. Whenever I strike it’s done with the same care and thoughtfulness as a world class chess player who can already see his end game. when I act, it’s a kin to using a stick of dynamite to reshape a mountain. It’s like setting off a match to level an entire forest. And boy does that last analogy sure fit here, because I am gonna set OWA on fire, and anyone, and EVERYONE who gets in my way is gonna get burned.

Does that goes for my opponents this week? You’re damn right it does. See just as I’ve said before, when I set out to do something, I make sure I do it, and this week my goal is to make an impact here in Omega Wrestling. To strike a chord with everyone, from the guys in the gorilla position, to everyone in the locker room, to all the suits running this joint. I am here to shake everyone out of their slumber, and let them know that play time is over. And this week it all just happens to come at the expense of both Baba Yaga, and Chaz O’Connors. Two pencil necked, overhyped, underdeveloped, flunkies who know that at any time they can be future endeavored by Tarah or any of the big wigs as a cost cutting measure. As such, both of my opponents are clinging desperately to shred or semblance of a reason they should still be employed and collecting the professional wrestling equivalent of a beggar panhandling for spare change. Now don’t get me wrong, that kind of desperation can sometimes make an opponent that much more dangerous, like an animal with its back up against the wall. But from what I’ve seen of these two, I’d bet you dollars to donuts that it would make them more reckless than anything. Any when they slip up, they’ll be easy pickings.

Don’t bluff, and say that it isn’t so Chaz. Don’t give me this whole, I’m so rich I could wipe my ass with the salary I collect on Olympus. I know first hand that keeping a manager, a trainer, a publicist, an all around group of lackeys, and a flock of whores all bleeding you dry. Seriously keeping a bunch of hangers on who do nothing but kiss your ass and tell you how amazing you you are, costs an arm and a leg week after week. Maintaining that kind of lifestyle will zap every dime you make faster than a hummingbird can flap its wings. Especially for a guy who fizzled out of every MMA promotion he ever competed for. Now I know what you’ll say. You’ll talk about how you’re some jeet kun do bad ass who rose up in the world rankings, and I’ll give you credit for the talents you possessed in an octagon. But this my friend isn’t MMA, this is professional wrestling, and professional wrestling at it’s finest. This isn’t spend six months in camp, work one night, and spend the next year sitting pretty. This is day one day out, hitting the gym, making the next town, taking on an opponent who wants nothing than to dominate you for no other reason than to hear some fans in the front row pop for him. Then after falling asleep at 2 a.m., waking up before 6 to start the day over again. Making it here in this sport isn’t just about getting your body in shape, or perfecting one technique. It’s about doing both of those while simultaneously keeping yourself sharp mentally. Trying to make sure you don’t get burnt out from the constant grind, like so many other before you. Chaz I’ve been up and down these roads, tested not just in the ring, but hardened to the life outside it. So when you see me with my hand raised this week, try not to take it too personally.

Oh and don’t think I forgot about you Baba. You sorry, pathetic, waste of a roster spot. What kind of a man needs to bring down his little teddy bears to the ring? What’s next? You’re blanky? You gonna take a nap in the ring boy? Is that it? At this point you’d be better off putting a sock puppet on your hand and making threats with it. Now sure you’re a wild and crazy guy, who’s unpredictable in the ring. But to me all that shows is that you lack those three Keys that I possess. You have no intentions other than to keep doing this Stchick of yours for another week. The decisions you make are haphazard and rushed, like a guy playing pool focused only on a single ball, and not thinking two or three moves ahead like I do. And as for action, well The thing is without the intention or decision, action becomes a moot point. Hell anybody can act without thinking, and those who end up eating canvas when I smash their face in with a downfall! So all that unpredictability is more your liability when you are in the ring with a master tactician like myself. So go tell the pillbury doughboy, or whoever’s boots you’ve been licking, that you quit trying to be some surrogate son who he can live vicariously through effective immediately, because should you stroll on down to the ring on July 3rd, then either one of two things is gonna happen. Either one, you’ll wake up in the trainers room, your head in even more of a daze than usual. You’ll ask what happened out their because you can’t remember. And then someone will eventually tell you that Mark Michaels stomped your fucking brains out en route to a debut win. Or two, you’ll lock up with me. I’ll take you down. And tear your goddamn arm off as you scream in submission. Baba, walk away now, because this is a battle you simply cannot win.

Because as the rest of Olympus, and the Omega Wrestling Alliance will learn. The bar has been raised, and shit just got real. You’re looking at the new be all end all of Professional wrestling, and anyone who thinks otherwise will soon fall, to the Lethal Injection Mark Michaels.

Rob has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 24th 2020, 11:35 pm by **Jonetta Stone**

A scream is heard as Jonetta Stone in her ivory hockey mask and a large stylized Jonetta Stone red and white hockey jersey walks out of the Dollhouse Dreamhouse. Her white leggings and white snakeskin boots loom over a wailing man as she finds him caught in one of her bear traps. Despite the mask, one can tell she is confused based on her neck swaying down to the side at him.

Jonetta: What in the world..

?: Yes, our exalted lady!

Jonetta: Oh no...I remember you.

Simp Uno smiles at annoyed Jonetta as Cuck Grayson and Elder Simp jump into view as Simp World Order. Jonetta hangs her head and shakes it as the bleeding Uno continues.

Simp Uno: It is the greatest honour to bleed for you my lady! Even in my ecstasy, I still can’t help but notice the lack of your recent trenchcoat.

Jonetta: It’s hot outside…

Simp Uno: But no as hot as---

Jonetta begins walking away.

Elder Simp: Wait my budding spring flower! We come bearing gifts! We have a rhino horn!

Jonetta stops and turns around.

Jonetta: What?? You know you’ve gotten into illegal trading right? Even I don’t have a rhino horn.

Cuck Grayson: Anything for a queen.

Jonetta: Just give me the horn.

Cuck Grayson: But uh, what about our reward?

Cuck does a kissing gesture as Jonetta backs off as Cuck becomes embarrassed and scared.

Cuck Grayson: Can we at least get your number?

Jonetta: No.

Elder Simp: DiVa’s?

Jonetta: No.

Cuck Grayson: Roxy’s?

Jonetta: Nope.

Elder Simp: WHAT ABOUT YOUNG RENEE JONAE!

Cuck Grayson: BLACK KWEEN!

Jonetta begins walking away again.

Jonetta: I don’t have time for this, even dealing with Devi Krysis and Jacob Nighttime is less of a waste. Is everyone trying to distract me from my journey toward’s the Athena’s Cup? Where I come from, we don’t respect people named Krysis, first, last, or only named.
Cuck Grayson: That wasn’t a no, we still have a chance!

Elder Simp: Silence young one! The ancestors have spoken to me of consent. Let us not be selfish, give her the horn. We are honoured to be in her presence, let us hope that she one day creates an Onlyfans, or at least makes a premium Snapchat.

Cuck actually pulls out a rhino horn, simps are capable of anything! Jonetta stops for a second in disbelief. She can’t believe it! She approaches them, then stops with apprehension. She pulls out a glove and takes the horn with the gloved hand.

Jonetta: You have my gratitude. It is worth a thousand phone numbers. That’s how it works with girls.

Cuck Grayson: Really???

Jonetta: No.

Stoic and curt, Jonetta cuts them off and begins leaving.

Cuck: That was such a Daria move. SHE’S THE BEST! Step on me! It’s not fair that Jacob Nighttime gets to have that treatment! I can get down and nasty during the Nighttime, I wear a whole different type of mask if you know what I me--

Stoic and curt, Jonetta cuts them off and begins leaving again. The Simp World Order start to leave the area as she reaches indoors, except Uno

Simp Uno: I’m getting really dizzy!

Jonetta can be heard yelling from inside the house

Jonetta: Take your trash with you!

The boys come back to pick up their injured friend, carefully making sure they don’t get caught in any of Jonetta’s other traps. Jonetta watches them leave the property from the inside of the Dreamhouse as the camera goes to black.

Mixed tag June 24th 2020, 12:13 pm by Jacob nighttime

The scene opens up with Jacob nighttime in backstage" and he says you think I'm scared of you. A nobody like you telling a monster like me to RUN bull* that is. Because you won't stand a chance in hell of beating me and my partner. We're going to victimize you and conquer you and make you ass's belong to us in that mixed tag match I promise you that will happen to y'all. You and whoever you partner is does not won't this hands around your damn Throat. And choke the life out of you like snake killing pretty little bunny" like you" I'm going to make sure you remember me loud and Damm clear come that match" and prove you pick the worong fight. With me and my partner of destruction. Talk is over bring the fight to us in that match and bring your Damm A game against me and my partner.

Christopher Sabertooth, Rob and Devi Krysis have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 23rd 2020, 1:31 pm by Guest

Ramblings

Before, I reply to the False Hobo Messiah that is Derelict let me say I am disappointed that I don’t get to face Azumi, since she was so eager to teach me a lesson. You know rather it be that grand segment on the Atlantis before mine or how she just came into my room and began berating me. It truly is a disappointed because I was ready, but I guess the powers at be want to save that match for the upcoming PPV or whenever they decided is the perfect time. Here I am through on Atlantis facing The Hobo Messiah, that is a wrestler despite living in a dumpster or something like that. A man who speaks with a great poetic tone that Shakespeare himself would listen. A man apparently has damn good audio equipment and can roll from a moving train car and sustain no injuries. A man, who just like Azumi think they know me and my story, but sadly the song of hymns of lies.

Derelict I could go sentence by sentence and deconstruct your points, but why should I. Truthfully, our match and you are meaningless to me as it will add to nothing. Well, it would technically as it would be a lost because let’s be honest we all know that is the outcome of this match, and win for you. Though, this match means nothing to me because it doesn’t further my story. It doesn’t get me closer to Azumi and everyone else I mentioned when I returned. You say you aren’t this roadblock or cal-de-sac, and you are correct because you aren’t. Instead, are mere bump...a detour you could say something that is standing in my way of my actual destination. Actually, you know what Derelict I will do something for you since you promised to do all kinds of nonsensical things to me or whatever you said you would do. I will just lay down in the ring let you get that quick and leave so you can do Hobo Jesus things. Besides, don’t you have other more important things to worry about or chase besides acting like a buck fortune teller?

At last, though, there isn’t much left for me to say as I have bigger and more meaningful things ahead of me. So Derelict, I would say I am sorry I didn’t play into your games or followed your suite, but at least you get an easy win. So it all works out and with that all said I bid nothing. Not a goodbye, not a good night or day, or even good luck as I couldn’t care less. Though Azumi, if you watch this, then I have two things for you. Listen closely to my words I have to say about you, and I hope Dulce has mercy on you because when we face off eventually, I won’t.

Re: OWA Promos June 23rd 2020, 8:26 am by **Holden Tudics**

ATLANTIS PROMO FOR JULY 2nd: At The End Of The Line

[The camera opens on the surprisingly zen shot of Derelict sitting cross-legged as he stares out the open door of a train car as the world outside whizzes by. He sits with his hands on his knees and his eyes still despite the scenery flying by before them.]

"How is it that change always appears so static? Why does the picture go away, only for a similar one to take it's place? What is this 'spot the difference' game we're perpetually playing as human beings? 'do you notice anything different?', 'did you get a new haircut?', '12 weeks sober', 'I bought a new car','I needed a big change, ya know?', 'I thought I'd move into the nice neighborhood for once'. This constant gentrification of our souls only begs to hide the scars and shortcomings, not realizing that those are what give us character and culture. With enough pressure, coal makes diamonds. With enough spirit and will to live, small flowers crack concrete. Placing a cubic zirconia into a loose dune of sedimentary rock isn't a miracle of nature. Covering a crack in your driveway with a plastic Christmas tree does not evoke the memory of the heartache and failure that was overcome to create life. Those things are just gauche, tacky, and lazy. Some would even say bougie and unbecoming. I've never been one to kowtow to social graces or the class system, but I'd have to agree. To try and fabricate a renaissance, a revival, an awakening is flat out droll Jessy Saxon...Roni Ozborn...it doesn't matter what you call yourself, you're still the same girl struggling just to make the scene. You can point to all of your past accomplishments, your critical acclaim, your lengthy title reigns and greatest victories all you want, but with that you have to bring the struggle. You have to bring the stigma. You have to bring the broken heart and ruptured soul of a defeated woman whose 82 day reign as OWA Goddesses Champion came to an end. You have to bring the disappointment of a fallen prodigy cut down in it's prime. You don't get to eschew the fans you once embraced just because they don't support you anymore. You have to take in their ridicule, their hate, their resentment over what you've become in failure. You have to decide whether or not you're going to let it get to you, whether you'll cave and become what you once were just to appease them even if it means putting your own goals on the back burner. You have to decide whether you go that route again, or if you cut your own path to glory on that lonesome road of destiny. You'll wrestle your demons, you'll change up your style in-ring, you'll get a new haircut, and you'll find closure and resolve within you that you didn't know was there before. You'll do all of that and more, but in the end the outcome will be the same. No matter which path you choose, no matter which trail you try to ignite into a fiery blaze, no matter what life you decide to lead, all trails right now lead to me. We haven't properly been introduced yet, but we will be in the very near future doll face. I'm your dead end. Let me be crystal with you my fair lady; I'm not a road block to bust through, I'm not a cul-de-sac that's turning your career around full circle, I'm not a detour to greater things, I'm not an obstacle in the road to greatness, and I'm not a toll booth looking to briefly inconvenience you while I make you pay. Where you're heading, the road simply ends."

[Derelict stoically makes a slitting motion toward his throat while emitting a morbidly comical whistle as he cuts his eyes at the camera.]

"Ignorant men used to draw maps of the world that depicted it as flat and without borders. Oceans poured out into space, continents appeared a literal world apart, and on the edge of every dead end drop was a monster waiting to devour ships who steered too close to the edge. Unknown points on the map that no man had ever come back from were marked with the perilous warning of 'here be dragons', and it took the bravest and the brightest of that time to go and find out those compass icons were a lie. As far as you're concerned Roni...Jessy...whatever...those maps may very well be true. Men and women don't come back from me. They don't find their truth, they don't catch lightning in a bottle, and they don't leave enlightened, and that's mainly because they don't leave. You wont leave either. You want the world to forget Roni Osborn? Done. She's about to go somewhere that other forgotten men and women have tread. You'll know it because when you reach it's shore you'll see their footprints in the sand. You'll fill their big and heavy footsteps with your own dainty soles, and you'll take that same march toward doom that every lost soul before you took right before their names were permanently wiped from history. You wont be the first to try and come back with a new alias, a fresh start, a chip on your shoulder, and the faith of the fans lost....but will you...I wonder...manage to win them back after it's all said and done? Will there be enough of Roni Osborn left to make Jessy Saxon a household name? Or will I devour you bones and all and leave nothing for those vulturous ingrates to pick meat off of? In the end, one way or the other, I'm doing you a favor. You may not see it that way now, but I am. Sometimes it's better to be gobbled in a single gulp than ravaged by a thousand pecks. Maybe you'll see different. Who knows? Sometimes the only things that stands between fame and infamy is one incalculable leap of faith. It's up to you where the wreckage of your career goes after it's totaled. Make no mistake, it's still totaled and will never be whole again, but whether or not it goes to a chop shop or kept around picked for spare parts is up to you in the end. You still wont be you though, but that's a choice you made for yourself when you came back anyway isn't it? So in the end, is it really you that's losing or some half-baked impostor? That's something for you to think about I suppose. Me? I couldn't give a damn. See you at the end of the line."

[With that, Derelict unceremoniously flings himself out of the moving train car.]

Rob has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 23rd 2020, 6:46 am by **Devi Krysis**

Wolf's Nighttime

Atlantis Promo

Scene takes place at Devi's household in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, as she look at the Atlantis next week preview on TV while her head in the warm towel.

Announcer

Next Thursday on Atlantis it's a mixed Tag Team match as RD3 teamed up with the Athena's cup finalist Jonetta Stone going up against Jacob Nighttime and Devi Krysis!

*Devi doesn't feel too concern about this match as she look at the camera and starting to talk.*

So, last time on Atlantis it's my debut match against Gwen Harper. I give it my all, starting crack heads. Until one slip up and BAM! Got out-hunted by the huntress. But I didn't make a excuse because Gwen was the better woman, and hopefully we cross paths once again.

*As Devi talked about her debut match last week she savoring her forehead after that brutal headbutt.*

Fuck, that headbutt was straight out gunshot, point blank might add, now i'm back in Atlantis and i'm...going to be in a mixed Tag Team match! So this Bloodwolf is scoring a two lambs in the slaughter! So my opponent's...

First, Reginald Dampshaw III or RD3 for short, a former OWA Spartan Champion that come from the wealthy family in the UK, nicknamed Time Lizard heh. Not too impressed coming from family of rich snobs but a worthy veteran i'll give him that, he even made his impression in Wrestleworld and choke his opportunity of becoming a Shogun Champion, loss to Arata at Kingdom Come, hell he wrestle Finn Wakefield in 15 Minutes draw that was impressive for someone who couldn't take a lost like a man and starting attack people, sore loser indeed.

That enough about RD3, now let's talk about Jonetta Stone, a women who living in the Dollhouse, and trained in The Wrestling Grotto and became a star graduate, and I watch your match at Odyssey, Athena's Cup Semifinals and finally exorcise the Banshee, now you're going to finals at Boiling Point. *clapping*

And my partner, Jacob Nighttime hmm....Not much to say about him, but hopefully I'll trust him to get a win for this Tag Team match so we'll see how he matches up, until next week you two!

*Devi eyes turned werewolf red and say one final word*

RUN!

*Camera fades black*

Rob has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 22nd 2020, 11:41 pm by **Stark**

One clown after the next. When will it stop? I’m half-regretting not taking Finn up for his challenge a month ago when he wanted it. Waiting for Boiling Point is getting exhausting. When I put up this Open Challenge, I was expecting the best of the best. Look at the names on this brand! Baba Yaga, young upstart proving himself to be on a top level in record time. The Derelict, a force of nature, but hey, can’t blame him when he’s on the cusp of a World Title match. Harman, the Gypsay Kang who lost this title too soon! Darkane, my old nemesis, but he’s more preoccupied with Gareth Cason, and if he’s gonna be the one who takes that trash out for good, I can’t be mad. But whatever! Forget about the big names. I thought I was going to see the best of the young blood out here! Eon, Noah, Tyler, TJ, Jesus, Jett, fuck it - I’m even down for another match with Nathan Fiora! But that’s alright, I’ll get to embarrass that simp once again at Wrestle Spirit.

Not to be salty, but I actually am really salty. I won this title to save it from the clutches of jokes like Jesus Christ and Nathan Fiora. I started my weekly open challenge series so that I could restore some legitimacy to this title, so that men with the air of legitimacy like the ones I mentioned just a minute before would look at this title, not as a joke, not as something beneath them, but as a prize worth fighting for. And what do I have to show for that? Chaz? A fucking joke. I haven’t had as insulting of a match as I ever had since then. I’ve come out to Blueface to fight Jacob Senn for the World Title and didn’t give half a shit. I’ve lost to Woogieman and Jacob Nightmare CLEAN and I didn’t give a shit. But that match against Chaz O’Connors? It was an insult to this title. And because of that, it was an insult to me. And that’s not something I’m going to tolerate. Not only did I have to entertain Chaz’s clear inferiority in the ring, I didn’t even get the chance to officially get my pin in on him!

And that was because one sad son of a bitch just couldn’t handle the spotlight not being on him for two minutes. You had business with Chaz? Really Keelan? I’m out here doing everything in my power to NOT have to deal with the undeserving swine of this roster like Chaz, and you’re out here chasing after him. You’re picking a fight with scum like him. Why? To prove you can beat him, Keelan? We already know you can. We already know you’re on a different level compared to Chaz, hell, compared to the rest of the roster if we’re being honest. I’m chasing the Omega Heavyweight Championship with every fiber of my being, and when I look at what’s going on with the rest of Olympus, I see you as one of the few true threats to that ambition of mine, that desire that I’m ready to lay it all on the line for. You’re just like me. You’ve been here forever. You’ve earned your reputation, your top spot, your privileges, the same way I have. But the one thing both you and I haven’t earned in this circle of things is the one thing there’s only room for ONE of us to achieve that here. And that’s not even counting names like Darkane, Derelict, Yaga, among the others. The World Championship waits for one man to claim it at the top, and I’m not going to stand back and let you be the one who does it Keelan.

But that’s for the future. Not something on the immediate list of concerns. What is, though, is this TV Championship. And while the Heavyweight Championship may be my ultimate goal, that doesn’t mean I’ll let this title slide through my fingers anytime soon. Not against the likes of you, at least. Because while I can acknowledge that you’re more similar than me than I’d like to admit, when it comes to our mentals, we couldn’t be further apart. You’re a hothead, a manlet, and on top of all of that, a loser. You don’t know how to pick yourself back up when your back is against the wall, and that’s why you always run away crying on your next hiatus whenever the going gets tough. You got that win over Nasir Moore and couldn’t handle the weight of such an epic achievement, one that could have and possibly would have propelled you towards the World Championship. So what did you do? You ran.

That’s what makes me even more confused! You beat Finnegan Wakefield at Final Destination 3, after a true fucking war! Finnegan Wakefield, the man who, if I make it through you next week, I’ll have to face at Boiling Point. Finnegan Wakefield, the man who just picked up a clean win over our World Champion Bull Connors. Finnegan Wakefield, the man who reigned with the OWA World Championship for longer than you or I could ever dream to! And what are you doing now?! It’s a fucking insult! An insult to Finn, an insult to me, an insult to this TV title, and an insult to YOURSELF, above all. You’re carrying on forward with the weight of a win over Finnegan Wakefield and… chasing Chaz? You’ve got sour grapes over a jobber, Keelan? I always knew you were a fucking idiot, but this is a new low, even for you. You should’ve been the one taking the fight to Bull, not Finn! You should be the one stepping up to challenge me clean at Boiling Point, not ruining a match of mine, attacking me from behind, and laying out a claim to my title that you know you don’t deserve. And shit, if you weren’t the numbskull you continuously prove yourself to be, you could have been the one competing for the World Title at Boiling Point, instead of having to sneak your way into an opportunity against me.

So let’s start being real Keelan. Just like you did after your win against Nas, you’ve dropped the ball after your victory over Finn. And that’s fine. It’s what you do. You get to the cusp of the top and choke right before you get there. It’s something I’m familiar with, too. So from one loser to another - give me a fight to remember. Don’t show me the version of Keelan that’s a bastion of mediocrity, wasting his time with fucking Chaz O’Connors. Show me the Keelan that beat Nas. Show me the Keelan that beat Finn. I want the best version possible of yourself, so that once I put you down and walk out of Olympus, STILL the OWA Television Champion, there’ll be no doubt left in anyone’s mind.

With me here, there’s no room for you at the top.

Rob and Mark Michaels have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Allow me to reintroduce myself. Even though I don’t need to, even though I already know that you people all already know exactly who I am, I’ll go ahead and do so anyway. I’ll do so shooting straight from the heart, no phony gimmicks, no horseshit character that I’m handed down by some jackass who wouldn’t know shit from apple butter about professional wrestling. No just me, the one and only Mark Michaels. That’s right, the guy who busted his ass night in and night out, the one who outworked and outclassed every opponent thrown his way, only to be told “Good work out there Mark, if you keep it up maybe one day we might throw you a fucking crumb.”
Fast forward four years of being held down and held back at every conceivable instance, and I finally got to quote “big time” main eventing a major pay per view, in a world championship match, and the moment It was done I told the people in charge they could take this job and shove it! They saw nothing in me for the longest time, they buried me For so long, and then they thought a novelty run with one of their little pieces of tin would make up for it all.

So long story short, I decided that I would much rather come and be apart of a place where the talent of the guy in the ring is the only limit on how far you can go. Where company politics, and group think aren’t bread and fostered amongst a group of over privileged, and Under developed, hypocritical, jackasses. Instead of playing ball to get a spot, I came to the place where whoever is the best wrestler gets the top spot. I’ve come to a land rich in milk and honey, a land of opportunity. So for all people out there saying this promo is overbooked, or that I was just some glorified jobber, I’ll say this. Elitist come and go, and more often than not they leave zero lasting impact. But those who are alphas, well you bet you ass that are the ones who change the whole game. They’re the Wilt Chamberlands who dominate the game to where the rule book has to be changed just to give the five guys playing against him a chance. They’re the Lawrence Taylors whose fierce and relentless attack led to sack tally’s being a thing today. They are the Muhammad Ali’s who take on every other great in his time and leaves them laying on the canvas!
And when it comes to the alphas of OWA, you are looking at the Chief among them. You are looking at the alpha of alphas, the top dog amongst a pack who could have laid claim to that title had I not come around. Ladies and Gentlemen the game has changed because you now have a true Alpha walking amongst you.

So everyone better start getting in line, because wether your name is Scott oasis, or CM Nas, or Aria Jaxon, or any other of you boys who think you can stand next to a real man, all of you better start looking yourself in the mirror and coming to grips with the fact that there isn’t a man alive who’s as talented as I am. You better look deep into your beady little eyes, and accept the fact that as long as this place is headed up by the people with the most talent, then second place is the best you could ever hope for. Now that I’m here your dreams of going down as the G.O.A.T. Dies here and now, because that dream will never survive me, The Lethal Injection, Mark Michaels.

Rob has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 20th 2020, 12:58 am by **DarkCircle**

{Camera Start: We are inside of a gym, a well appointed one as a matter of fact, and the lean form of Ryo Sakazaki is doing reverse palm push ups, clad simply in a pair of black and gray workout shorts as each and every one of the Japanese man’s muscles stand out and without stopping, he speaks}

"Oscar Wilde once wrote we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."

“Tell me Arata, do you think that I should exist in the gutter to look up at the stars with only your permission?”

{Ryo continues his push ups, forcing his two hundred, forty three pound frame up solely by the strength of his hands and his hands alone, doing so without straining or show of discomfort}

“First you take my words of you losing the Shogun title as an insult when in fact it was meant more the opposite. Look to the standard that you set there, Arata, do you honestly think that such a whiny brat that stole such a thing from you could ever hope to hold it with even a micron of a fraction that you did, hm?”

“You say that I found amusement in pointing out that loss to you, you actually injure me with such an unbiased comment.”

{Ryo then stops his exercise and slowly pushes himself up into a standing position and walks over to a stool where a towel is and wipes the sweat from his face for a moment, giving the camera a smile for a moment}

“Of course I will ignore your ignorance this one time and accept your unspoken apology, Arata. After all, why focus on such a small, insignificant piece of trivial drivel like that?”

{The happy smile of the blonde Japanese man disappears and his countenance becomes much more serious as he tosses the towel to the side with an almost callous way}

“You said that I am nothing more than a pretty face that has nothing to be a superstar in this promotion. You equate me to having a big head because of my victory over Jacob Knight last week, you extole that you don’t underestimate your opponents and yet..you simply state that you will make an example to Havoc’s followers?”

“Tell me Arata, do you not hear your own hypocrisy? Do you not drown in it for each time you opened your mouth, it spilled from your lips like so much water that overflows the levees during a flood.”

{Ryo reaches up and rubs his chin for a moment, his dark eyes like two cold chips of obsidian}

“A flood of your own denial for when the time comes and you reach the top of that mountain here in the Omega Wrestling Alliance, I will be the one that will greet you there and push you right back down to the pits where you rightfully belong.”

“The last time you spoke these kinds of words, words that spoke to how great you view yourself, to someone that I know, Arata, it was to Jacob Striker in Pro Wrestling Nova. You claimed that he was not at your level and that he could never match your skill and yet, he not only held his own against you in a submission match but he also wrestled you to a time limit draw, taking the very best that you had to offer again and again and still not falling to one of the Ivory Towers of that company.”

“So I guess that means that at Kingdom, it is time for the Invincible Dragon to knock some of the luster off of the Golden Dragon, as I will make you do more than merely sweat, Arata. No, I will make you understand that whatever follies you think are mine, this “guilt” you say that I have a lot of, is nothing more than your own ignorance for choosing to put your own failings upon my head instead of dealing with them yourself.”

“Your biggest problem, dear Arata, is perception. Nietzsche once said about perception is that all things are subject to interpretation. Whichever interpretation prevails at a given time is a function of power and not truth."

"You believe that your interpretation of perception is always going to be the same, that you’re always going to be the conquering hero because your perception is always the right one.”

{Ryo smiles once more, but from the cold look in his eyes brings a certain level of malice to the reality of his smile this time}

“"But you see Arata, where you simply focus your perception and force it to be the reality that everyone must focus on. Allow me to expound upon you the only thing that I truly believe from the works of Nietzsche;"

"Der Wille zur Macht"

"I will see your PERCEPTION and raise you sheer fucking WILL. While you train and fight with every ounce of your perception, Arata, and with that view simply see me as nothing more than a pretty face among all of the other faces that have joined this company, I will be the one walking out of Kingdom with my hand raised in victory for I have the WILL to make my dreams a reality and that REALITY will in the near future become even more clearer to you when YOUR title is strapped around MY waist."

“You call me a “boy” and claim to have done your research on me but yet each and every single word that you spoke about me in your promo is nothing but one point of pure ignorance after another and after Kingdom, your ignorance will be as clear upon you as the nose on your face because, Arata Asakura, and thus your foolishness be unveiled for the entire world to see.”

{Ryo then turns away from the camera to resumes his workout but he stops and turns back to face the camera one last time}

“Remember this, Arata. The snake which cannot cast its skin has to die. As well the minds which are prevented from changing their opinions; they cease to be mind."

"Think upon that and realize the honesty in that and it might just save you come Sunday."

{Ryo then turns and walks away to resume his workout as the screen fades to black}

Gareth Cason, Emmanuelle and Rob have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 19th 2020, 11:52 pm by **Jeff X**

Save a Legacy

St. Louis, Missouri

June 19, 2020

The scene opens up to yet another small, smoke-filled bar. It’s still early in the day, so not a lot of people are inside, just a few old-timers having a drink and a couple young kids shooting pool in the corner. But on the opposite side of the bar sits a very familiar face who is certainly no stranger to a smoky pool hall - Jeff X. He’s dressed as he normally is, just a faded pair of Levi’s, a plain black t-shirt, work boots, and his signature camouflage Realtree cap. He leans hunched over the bar, staring down at the full shot of whiskey in front of him, while gripping a bottle of Bud Light in his hand. The camera begins to zoom in closely towards him and he begins to speak just loudly enough for us to hear over the sounds of Brooks & Dunn echoing “Neon Moon” over the jukebox.

“Life...it doesn’t always go the exact way that you plan it to. Sometimes we’re dealt bad hands and we’re all forced to make the best of it. That’s just the way it goes. God only knows my life didn’t exactly wind up the way I wanted it to. But that’s fine. I played the hand I was dealt to the best of my ability and to be honest...where I sit today? I’m pretty god damn happy with where I wound up...even if the path I took to get here was...let’s just say...unconventional. But the road I took...the things I’ve done and seen and been through...I’m ok with it. I’ve come to grips with everything that has gone on in my life. But you Bishop? You’re not. Every single fucking time I see you come on TV, all you can manage to ramble on about is just how tough your pathetic little fucking life has been. News flash Mike...EVERYONE’S life is tough. Get the fuck over it. Oh, but yOu’Ve HaD a GuN iN yOuR fAcE, yOu’Ve BeEn JuMpEd BeFoRe...oh boo fucking hoo you fucking pussy. I call that a god damn Saturday night at the bar. Yeah maybe life isn’t all sunshine and rainbows, but you seem to be under the impression that JUST because you come from some shithole city that hasn’t produced anything meaningful to society since Michael Jordan packed up his bags and came back to North Carolina. Stop blaming your laundry list of fucking failures on the city you come from and the shit you’ve been through. That’s just LIFE princess. It’s supposed to be fucking hard.”

Jeff quickly fires back his shot, chasing it with a long swig from the bottle of Bud. He then grabs the pack of Marlboro Reds lying in front of him and lights one up before ranting on.

“You see Bishop...I know you. I know who you are, what you’ve done, and what you’ve been through. I’d even go as far to say that I’m a fan. Everything you did during your MMA career? The stuff of legend. As impressive as I’ve ever seen in the octagon. I’m man enough to admit that. But your career here? In this world...MY world of professional wrestling, you’re nothing more than an average competitor living off a legacy you built in an entirely different sport. You can talk all day long about the list of names that you’ve left bloody on the mat, but at the end of the day that’s nothing more than talk. Seriously Mike...who the fuck have you gotten one up on? That sack of shit Jacob Knight? Big fuckin’ deal. That kid had to latch on to Chris just to keep himself employed in this company. Hang your hat on that GRAND fucking achievement if you want to, but the truth is that 95% of the people that you step into the ring with walk out with their hand raised in victory. Face it Bishop...for as good as you were in your UCD heyday...you’re not cut out for this business. Not now...not ever. And honestly at this point, it’s just heartbreaking seeing your continued attempts to revive your once great combat sports career. Every time you step between those ropes the legend of Michael Bishop is diminished just a little bit more. Every time we see you get dropped on your fucking back, your heavyweight title reigns just seem THAT much farther in the past. Every time you get get your teeth kicked down your fucking throat, the world views Michael Bishop as more and more of false hope and empty hype. I was honestly ecstatic when you made your return back at the Clash...I knew that I would now finally have my chance to step into the ring with Michael fucking Bishop...and now I’ve got my chance, but after witnessing your repeated failures time and time again over the last few months I reailzed that I’m not actually getting Michael Bishop. I’m just getting his rotting corpse that nobody has been kind enough to bury completely so that we can all move on. Well allow me to do you that courtesy Mike. Allow me to be the one to finally put you out of your fucking misery so that you can spend your days home alone with your family reminiscing on your glory days instead or tarnishing the name that you built for yourself all those years ago. It would be my pleasure Mike. Cause as I’ve stated...I know you...I respect you...and I absolutely hate what you’re doing to your own reputation. So I’ll put an end to it for you. This Sunday, I’ll save what little bit of legend you still have left and finally set you out to pasture. And I know you think that I’m not capable of doing such a thing, Mike. But the issue with that is...while I may know you very well...you clearly don’t know a god damn thing about me.”

Jeff pauses to take another swig from his beverage and puff of his smoke. He signals to the bartender for another shot and he quickly fulfills his request.

“I don’t know if the PC just doesn’t have cable and you weren’t able to look at quite literally anything that was going on here while you were out recuperating your Build-A-Bear workshop knee, but allow me to fill you on just who the fuck I am. I am Jeff fucking X. I’m not just another one of these hotshot fucking kids who hit the scene with eyes wide and minds blank. I’m a grown ass man Mike. I’m 37 years old and I don’t know how good that Chicago school system is, but allow me to educate you...that makes me older than you. I was the one that was in Iraq dodging bullets while YOU were still in high school struggling to remember what the Pythagorean Theorem is. While you were supposedly ‘forced’ to enter combat sports at a relatively young, I was participating in ACTUAL fucking war. While YOU were making your name for yourself in the octagon, I was already taking the wrestling world by storm. I’ve been at this a looooooooong time Mike. Longer than you. Longer than OWA. And you want to sit there and talk about loss like I don’t know what that’s like? Oh you lost 700 days of your career? Big fucking deal. I lost over 3,000 days of my fucking PRIME sitting in a god damn cell thinking that I was done. So don’t you even dare fucking try to tell me about loss. But unlike you I didn’t sit in a fucking pity pool and whine about it, I got up and ACTUALLY revived my career. I spent the last two years fighting my way to the very top of this god damn company when EVERYBODY, myself included, thought that I was finished. But I came back and, unlike you, I actually improved on my career. I signed my OWA contract and since day one I’ve been doing all the things that you’ve been claiming to. I’ve broken bodies, covered the canvas in blood, and left many a man lying as I’ve racked up win after win after win. Accomplishment after accomplishment. And it’s not because I’m this ‘golden boy’ you keep claiming I’m in. Clearly you haven’t been paying attention to my career because I want you to name one time...JUST FUCKING ONE...where I’ve ever been given a god damn thing here. I’ve worked and I’ve fucking EARNED every god damn thing that I’ve been given. And here I am again...with another chance to EARN my way because of my accomplishments. Longest reigning Spartans champ...Clash winner...literally PROVEN to be the toughest motherfucker in this company...the man who, I’ll have you know, DID in fact step up to Wolvesden...they invaded my hometown and kidnapped my fucking family members...I got into a fucking car wreck at the end of it all...but I unlike you I wasn’t forced to walk away...I kept going. For all those reasons...that’s why I’ve been chosen to be in this Asylum qualifier...but tell me Mike...what have you done to deserve this opportunity? What in the actual fuck have you EVER done in this company to deserve a chance to be in a World Title match? Not a god damn thing. You’re coasting off a career you had a decade ago in a company that doesn’t even exist anymore and THIS company is actually buying into it and handing you opportunities that should go to people that actually deserve it. People like Arata, Havoc, hell even Dampshaw. But nah...fuck them I guess...they gave YOU that chance instead. And you claim I’m the golden boy? Get the fuck out of here. You’ve been given WAY more than you deserve and you know it as well as I do. But no matter how many times you get offered that opportunity...you drop the ball every fucking time. Cause you’re not built for this anymore Bishop. You no longer possess the drive to actually bury somebody’s face into a puddle of their own blood just for your own gain. And unfortunately for you? I fucking do.”

Jeff takes one last drag from his cigarette and snuffs it out in a nearby ashtray.

“You can think what you want to about me Mike, but I know how real this situation is. I know what it means. Things don’t just get handed to me like they do to you and so many others. I HAVE to win this. And despite the respect I have for the man you once were...I will not hesitate to finish what Wolvesden started and completely end your miserable attempt at a comeback once and for all if it means moving on to an OWA World Championship Match. I could give a fuck less if your Presley’s favorite trainer and mentor...none of that matters whats that bell rings. The only thing that matters to me is the sound of your feeble bones cracking in my hands and dampness of your blood covering my knuckles as I beat you into yet another retirement so that you can head back to the PC and try to teach people how to do the one thing that you still haven’t figured out how to do yourself...be a successful wrestler. But you go ahead and do that...go down there and teach the new recruits everything you know again...because I promise you after I’m done with you...it’ll be the closest thing you’ll have to playing a part in the future of this company.”

Jeff grabs his shot and slams it quickly before staring into the camera with those cold, blue eyes.

[Fade to Black]

Rob has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 19th 2020, 11:52 pm by The Vincent

God himself knows his creatures have run rabid. That is why he's sent The Vincent as his holy mercenary. For Vengeance is the will of God. And God is WAR. It is time for this industry to embrace this reality - and hear it as gospel. It is Vincent's duty to lead the blinded from this stain. A revolution is upon us, as the solitude of this world has made the masses numb of all the corruption and greed. It is time to practice what you preach. God will no longer sit idle as the morals of his guidance truly lose their voice. No longer can the elites prey on the weak. It all starts here... at Omega Wrestling Alliance. Strange as it is - it is true. There is comfort to be had in The Vincent's presence. The Vincent... is the missing puzzle necessary to reset the heirarchy. For no longer is there room for this lethargic energy that corresponds these halls now. I have aligned myself with men that echo these very sentiments. If a war is to be waged, then those who have a stronghold will only enhance the path to enlightenment. It's the end game we're after - not 3 counts. The meaningless forms of content have no bounds to this industry - that is why it must be condemned. For if there is no worth to these battles we wage - then humanity is truly lost. For good. Because it is without a doubt lost - look no further than those that set across the battlefield from The Vincent's Crusade. These men deserve no name mentions - for the rich must especially be humbled.

While these two Punjabi Nightmares think they are so edgy for being a catalyst in the hostilities between two ethnic cultures - it is that of a false perception. Their presence is only viable due to exploiting the poor. They are no better than those in which they despise. You yourselves heed the words of the diluted and flawed. Just nothing but a pawn, to a propaganda trap. Puppets to be strung along. The days of the dark ages are all you seek - but it is the enlightenment of The Vincent's War Path that shall shed this earth of its filth. And so it begins - it begins with you. The abomination, that is your life purpose. Fear not, for it is MY mission to free you from that burden. Some call it an act of war, others call it an act of terror. It matters not - for blood spilt is the end game achieved. Desired, even. When life has no value - death is the only price left to pay. It is obvious that the war path that Vincent finds himself on with his newly affiliated allies, is the last great crusade that God himself desires. Terrorism... war... chaos... any label is fine with me. Because this world is unjust, and there is no justice to be found in a lawful land.

Again, I won't even name names, because to do that would be to treat you like a human. No, it's not your origin, your skin color, your background that creates this disdain for your presence - it's your lack of relevance. I only came to Omega Wrestling Alliance for one purpose: TO. WAGE. WAR. Now while you two will serve as sacrificial lambs, hardly the global statement if you were to perish from programming. But I suppose to kill the systematic flaw, it would be naive to expect to start from the top-down. The sheep must begin the crusade, to welcome the wolves. So Jacob and I will take this stage with delight - for it is up to us to show the world and your masses - that the blood of the butchered is a sight to behold. You WILL answer to me. You shall seek no shelter from the wrath of this reckoning. Time to lynch the rich, and dispose of wealth equaling power. Only God resembles the symbol of power. Through this war path - there will be dust and debris. But they will lead the way to the one who is true, finally setting this world free. This life style, a lie that was mutated into decree. This IS the beginning of the final crusade.

For this is the will of God.

And God is War.

Re: OWA Promos June 19th 2020, 8:05 pm by **Arata Asakura**

KINGDOM #1 ll Duty.

21.06.20 St. Louis, MO

*After the last Kingdom, when Arata not only suffered a defeat against Havoc, but was also attacked by the stable of mentioned man, he was quite humorous. When he defeated Maverick at Hardcore Havoc, he thought he came back on the path of victory, but as it turned out in the clash with the man once called Christopher Sabertooth, it was not so easy. However, on the next episode of Kingdom, Arata got another opportunity to remind everyone why he is OWA Spartan Champion, taking on young newcomer in person of Ryo Sakazaki. During these few days between last and upcoming show, Arata managed to devote some time to get a closer look at his future opponent, but it can be said that Asakura was not too impressed by what he saw. Of course, Ryo seemed to have potential, but in the place like OWA this is not enough. In this case, this match for Arata was like a must win situation.*

*The video starts somewhere on the backstage, showing the current Spartan Champion, who is sitting on the steps near the railing. The young Japanese man is already dressed up in his ring gear, composed of black leather pants and white wrestling boots. In addition, Arata is also wearing a black hoodie, from his merch, with a small dragon image in the area of right part of the chest. The man is sitting in such a position that he is slightly slouched, as he rests one of his forearms on his knee, while his other hand is clenched on the leather part of the belt. On his face can be seen a calm expression, and body language indicates that he is relaxed before his match, which will take place tonight. However, before the young Japanese man begins his message to his opponent, he looks towards the left shoulder and sending a slight smile at the view of his title. Finally, Arata looks back towards the camera and the first words come out of his mouth.*

I know so well the feeling of being a young star, who wants to make a good first impression, when he enters the new promotion. Even if you are not the type of person, who is able to kill to be in the spotlight, it is always nice to hear some good words about yourself. However, what is the interpretation of a good first impression depends on the individual, or rather its capabilities. Some are able to enter company with a bang, and for other it is enough that they have not fucked up their debut. Here is the main difference between those who have a future and those who will fight each week so that someone will pay a little attention to them and this is what I have to bother with this week. Of course, I don't want to be rude, but Ryo Sakazaki, despite his success in his first match, is nothing more than another pretty face that will be nice to see on the screen from time to time, but here his role ends. I'm not saying that this boy has no potential and maybe that was enough in other companies in which he appeared so far, but in Omega Wrestling Alliance you need to have something more to be a superstar. What is needed is something that Ryo definitely doesn't have and for some reason, despite this, someone decided to put this boy in a lost position in his very second match. Perhaps in his eyes this is the perfect opportunity to prove that he is worthy member of the roster, because in the end, what could be better than winning over one of the champions? However, from my perspective, these are only childish dreams. Don't get me wrong, because I never underestimate my opponents, but it's also true that I know my worth and I'm not going to treat myself as an equal with some kid, who thinks that he can say whatever he wants without consequences.

*Arata combs the blond strands of his hair with his fingers, in the meantime taking a deep breath. When he begins to speak again, his face expression become a little bit harsh.*

Listen, I usually try not to treat anything personally, because you can guess, that then emotions are in the game as well, and when it comes to some hard feelings, people can behave differently. I am not saying that I am a madman, but at such a point, I am not holding back. That's why I still can't understand, where this stupid idea of provoking me came from. Ryo, I know that you want me to pay to you as much attention as I can, but mentioning the topic of the Shogun Championship is a huge mistake. I have no idea why everyone thinks that it's so amusing to point it out to me, but what is probably more funny is that each of these people forgets what the circumstances were. Although, I have the impression that they just don't want to remember it. The thing is, if you took a little bit of your time to see what really happened, instead of throwing in my direction fake accusations, you would know that it was never my fault. However, I can see a lot of guilty in your behaviour, so let's say, that you deserve to get lessons for being fucking ignorant. I wonder where it came from? Did your debut make your ego be pushed to the moon? Boy, don't forget that I'm not Jacob Knight to whom you started comparing me for some fucking reason. As you probably noticed, I am one of the fastest rising stars in OWA, so talking about me and this attention whore even in the same sentence is pretty offensive. You saw yourself, that since he is not worth much as a competitor, he wanted to find himself the way to the spotlight by attacking Jeff X. However, I have the impression that I moved a little away from the actual subject. Well, you shouldn't be actually surprised by that, looking at what happened on the last Kingdom, but don’t worry, I'm coming back to you, Ryo.

So, during these few days, I had the opportunity to find out who this whole Ryo Sakazaki is. Is he a type of a workhorse? Well, for this I have to give you a credit. However, is this someone I could see as a future champions in this company? Sorry, boy, but I don't think so. It's not like I exclude you right away, but I know what I am dealing with right now. You see, if I remember correctly, I think I know you from another company. Forgive my doubts, but that says a lot about your position, or rather your lack of it. However, assuming I'm right, you probably understand what I want to say by this. You have never been interesting enough in the eyes of others to be even considered as something more than average. The only thing you've always been is an addition to the program and here it will be exactly the same. Of course, I hope that my words will not discourage you, because it will only show how weak you are, letting go just because someone told you the truth. In fact, it's a great reason to be motivated even more, to show me or everyone else that my words are just a bullshit. However, in pursuit of acceptance, don't forget that you are surrounded by one of the best hitters in this business.

*The young Japanese moves his thumb over the lip, thinking about something, but after a while he continues his statement. Arata began to wonder if he was too harsh towards this young boy, who just wants to show what he is capable of. However, after the recent events, his own hurt ego rejected this thought almost immediately.*

I realize that you want to show everyone, that you are worthy of being among the absolute best, but I also have something to prove, boy. You see, every single time, I have to do everything I can to state myself as the best Spartan Champion this company ever had, so losing to someone like you would be shameful. What's more, it would undermine my credibility, and I can't allow it to happen. Maybe it is so hard to believe for you, Ryo, but my reputation matters for me. Unlike you, I'm not in this industry to make friendships or just have a fun because of what I do in the ring, but to reach a level that will satisfy me. Perhaps this excessive ambition is not healthy, but this feature is what will lead me to the top of the mountain, I am heading to from the very beginning. And even if the very same feature makes me feel, that I am wasting my time by dealing with someone not worth attention like you, the road to glory is never pleasant. That's why this time I have to fulfill this boring duty, and in the same time send a message not only to this bunch of Havoc's morons, but to every person who even thinks about getting closer to my title. As for you, kid, I doubt you are able to impress me, so at least try to make me sweat.

*After these words, the Japanese man stands up and starts walking down the hall. The camera shows Arata's back for a few seconds, until screen fades black. In such a way the recording ends.*

The camera opens on a shot of the recently-damaged Jeff X's Hardcore Invitational Trophy sitting in a trophy case in the Ashes of the Wake headquarters. It slowly moves away from the case as we hear the sound of footsteps approaching the shot. Suddenly, Jacob enters the frame wearing an all black suit, the steel chair he used to crack open Jeff's head at the end of Kingdom folded in his hand. He turns towards the trophy case and stares at it for a moment before unfolding the chair and sitting down to face it. As he speaks the camera slowly pans around him.

"Jeff... if you or anyone else is still shocked about what happened two weeks ago, well, I have a bridge to sell you all. Honestly, it is baffling to me that there are people like Lance Hart and Morgan Shaw couldn't believe that they saw me lay you out. It's as if they haven't been watching for the last few months yet their very job depends on them keeping up with the happenings in this company. I will admit, it was a hard choice to make, one that I was hesitant to accept. I mean, after all, Havoc and I haven't really seen eye-to-eye on many things when it comes to the word 'revolution.' He has continually triumphed where I have failed, from the Ascension to the Heavens Match to our respective career paths and campaigns in World Wrestling Headquarters. You must've expected me to resent him, didn't you Jeff? Is that why you wanted me to come to your invitational; just so you could convince me that he was still the enemy and that I should be working with you as your little jobber sidekick? Like hell, Jeff, what would you have to offer me? Your shitty beer? Training under you? You couldn't even win your title match at Final Destination and you got extraordinarily lucky at your own Invitational."

"But Havoc... Havoc had plenty to offer: power, knowledge, influence, and most importantly, a revolution to fight for. Because let's face it Jeff! This industry, much like this world is in desperate need of a paradigm shift an you haven't done anything to usher it in like Havoc has! And I have fought with tooth and nail all by myself to bring change to professional wrestling, but one man truly isn't enough. And while I have had my differences with Havoc, Jada, and Maverick in the past, that doesn't matter now. Because we all, along with The Vincent finally see the big picture; that we need to do whatever is necessary to achieve the world we wish to see! It is because of that that despite everything Havoc has said about me... he still offered me a home among the Ashes of the Wake. This time, I was not going refuse the opportunity."

"Our work started last Kingdom, with us taking out Arata and yourself. It continues this week, as myself and Vincent take on the Bollywood World Order. It's appropriate really. Both of us consider ourselves as crusaders of our respective causes and we're the only two among the Ashes that haven't had any issue in the past. Which means nothing will be able to get in the way of our mission come Sunday: breaking two bootlickers of an authoritarian regime that violates civil rights. Honestly, it's a wonder that the they both still have a place here in OWA. But I hope the two of them realize the honor that they have been graced with by being our opponents. Because they will join you, Arata, and Baba Yaga on the list of sacrifices made in the name of bettering this industry. But perhaps for the two of them, it will be a much more bloody, painful, and career-threatening experience. How else will they come to realize that the causes they fight for are truly misguided?"

By this point, the camera has come around to the front of Jacob Knight. Before he can say another word, a door opens up behind him, causing Jacob to grin. In walks his comrades in the Ashes of the Wake, who all stand behind him as he continues to sit.

"I guess we should be going now. We've got a Kingdom to burn, after all. Hussein, Baap, I can promise them this, blood will be spilled, bones will be broken, two men will suffer, and you can be certain that it will not be us. Those two will be casualties of our dark crusade, and the world will be better off for it. So in the meantime, I hope that they are making their peace with their creators. Anyways, we'll see you soon, Jeff. But before we go, I do wish to thank you. If you hadn't sent me that invitation, I never would have realized that all I had to do to become more than just a jobber in this company was to join hands with Havoc. Because once you grab his hand, we promise you... you'll never walk alone..."

Re: OWA Promos June 18th 2020, 11:44 pm by **Jonetta Stone**

That’s right, you’re just another Wraith.

To many, that might mean a lot of things, but as far as you need to be concerned it is only declaring you another ghost in the maelstrom of ghouls. Have you ever seen a cartoon or movie where the big bad demon has an army of other creatures making up a sea of monstrous screaming faces? That’s sort of how I see your place in the league of professional wrestlers, Morrighan. I recognize you amongst them, your banshee wailing a unique enough sound to tell you apart from the rest, but you’re still in that vast army of demented figures in pro wrestling. How many of you poor lost souls have multiple personalities or are “possessed” by some kind of proposed dark entity? Oh honey, you were in a much rarer form when I first met you. You’ve allowed yourself to be defiled. But maybe I shouldn’t judge? Perhaps it’ll help your success in this business, there are a lot more monsters and psychos on the top of this industry than there are legitimate street fighters who transitioned into this game. But that’s also what this is all about, right? I think you knew, and still know, that. This is a response to pain and failure, things I know quite well. You people struggle, you find yourself in front of a brick wall, and then suddenly you’re saved by some new identity that takes over for you. Christopher Sabertooth was just another poor darling on the cusps of supremacy but never quite there until he became “Havoc”. When the pressure gets tough on any of the Deviones, all of a sudden a being named “Wraith” shows up taking over their body, and yes that’s what helped click something about you with me Ms Wraith of the Ring. Then their other self starts ranting about how you never beat “them”, you beat the other person. They’re an entirely new person! A much more spooky and frightening unstoppable being! How convenient, but nothing new. It’s a tale as old as Methuselah. Still, I’m not the type of girl to knock the classics, I’m just here to tell you I’m not about to fall onto my fainting couch when you scream boo. These things you people do when you’re backed in a corner and have to strike back are beneath me. Whether you people sell your souls, truly lose your minds, or are just playing mind games on the weak, none of it will be as remarkable as my unwavering resolve to make it to the top without it all!

I’m Jonetta Stone, I don’t need the extra fluff. I don’t need to sell my soul to some sort of satan or have a mental breakdown where the Bride of Chucky has taken of my psyche. I don’t need to pretend like someone else lost all the matches I have or another personality of mine is who lost while my new kickass personality is the one that is invincible. I’m Jonetta Stone, a legitimate threat. It doesn’t matter how many things have narrowly escaped my fingers or how many nights I’ve gone to the back forced to accept that another wrestler came out on top. I break your champions. I pull your gods down from up on high and cave their faces in. Every woman in the back knows, there might be nights where they survive me or squeak out a victory, but it’ll always be a war and they will NEVER leave without the fear of Jonetta Stone put in the back of their minds forever. I’m the reason Dulce isn’t world champion. That’s not a brag as if I am happy about how I finished that match, merely a reminder that none of you knuckle-dragging streetwalkers are safe from me! I’m not afraid of overcoming tough times, because I am a woman who can cause much tougher times upon the entire Odyssey roster and you best realize that the time for this to all turn around is soon! You’re apart of that turnaround, Morrighan. You’re one of the first bodies among many that’ll be historically recorded to have fallen on a truly bloody path of destructions.

Don’t you ever confuse me to be in the rank and file of these goddesses, there is no others like me you’ll find on this roster. I have made trophies out living creatures and seen enough trophy wives to know not to get all offended by being spoken of like some sort of object. Everyone likes to dehumanize others deep down, in their rabid self-interest. No, I won’t reject your desire for the trophy you see before you. I will say this, you do not have what it takes to collect the trophy that I am. It’s far outside your weight class, you do not have the skill set to go out and earn taking my head, little girl. The pressure of being on Odyssey for such a short amount of time has already fractured your mind and morphed you into this…….disgusted broken entity that you are now. How can you overcome someone who after all it stands unshaken? I’ve been hit harder than you have! I have lost so much more than you can ever understand! But yet still, I’m more relevant than you ever will be and everyone knows you’re the one fighting against the odds. I am stone, and all of it’s best qualities. I guess you’re more like weak glass, cracked and waiting for just another object to be thrown right through you, quite fitting for these current times. Everything, just like you, is being exposed for their fragility. Civilization is fragile, at least for you Americans, all it takes is a push for a first world country to start seeming like a third world one where store glass windows are being smashed and your people go mad. Not where I’m from, of course, Canada is made of hard men and woman. Yes, I know, you’re not from Nevada, because you’re the Banshee! But you’re also not the Banshee, because Morrighan is the one that wants vengeance! Ha. I wonder, is that the truth? Is Morrighan the main figure going into our match because SHE wants revenge? Or is it because despite how crazy you want us to believe you are, somewhere in that sick little mind…...there is a part of you that fears what’s coming and wants to protect the Banshee name, and have an excuse for losing?

Regardless, of the who, or how many of you there are, your body will fail you all the same, just as your mind did long ago.

Re: OWA Promos June 18th 2020, 11:10 pm by **The Devil's Hunter.**

<<“This is not why I trained you!! You’re not being trained to be a street thug but a wrestler!”>>

(The sound of an older man speaking, a presence like no other and a booming voice. All we see is his silhouette, the light behind making it impossible to see his face but the hatred and anger was clear from his voice. The camera pans over to a shot is that of a young Mizuko, none of the vibrant rainbow hair that you see now that she sports. On the floor is another trainee but a complete mess, it seems he was beaten half to death by Mizuko has her knuckles coated with blood.)

<<”Mizuko, leave and never come back!”>>

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(We cut to the present day where Mizuko is in the headquarters of the Shin-SEKAI. It seems to be a quiet night which quite unexpected for a bunch of loud personalities like this group. She seems to not be worried at all until suddenly a loud bang on her door before it’s pushed wide open without any care. The person seems to have annoyed Mizuko who looks so unimpressed at the moment. She seems to keep her cool before this person hands her a letter, inside of it is photos of her opponents for this coming Odyssey, she still seems unhappy about her privacy being disturbed.)

Mizuko: <<“I didn’t say you come in…”>>

???: “But I knocked.”

Mizuko: <<“How did you understand what I just… you know what just leave.”>>

(She points for him to leave the room and close the door on the way out. She lets out a sigh before the scene changes once again.)

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<<“Back here in this unique and special world of pro-wrestling… and I don’t mean special as in, a wonderful world but rather something else. The pay is good to be a hired goon for Moongoose while getting an OWA check on the side. Maybe more than I ever was as a Yakuza goon but I must say, Moongoose has some screws loose in his head and Revy? She has no screws left, to begin with. She is a weird little small...thing. She can’t even speak Japanese, how am I supposed to communicate with a partner who can’t speak the same language as me--- and before you ask, I’m not going to learn the English language and I’m not going to keep a Japanese-to-English encyclopedia on me. I rather keep an assortment of “tools” for the job but Revy seems like an airhead. Can she understand what people are saying to her at all?! She’s only with me because Moongoose needed someone to babysit her! I’ve never seen someone so dumb and headstrong in my life, she says one thing and does something completely different!”>>

(She soon calms down for a moment and then realizes she needs to speak about her opponent.)

<<“I have opponents, can’t be stuck on the little airhead. So it was some redhead and an old hag? Feels like old times, it might have been a few years but the vibrant personalities of this business still remain. Loudmouths still remain and so much more, there seems to a lot I have missed. A new generation of talent but still, all the same kind of people from years ago but now the nation is different. I never thought that my return to this world would be in a situation like this and in a completely new nation. I never once saw myself wrestling in America for a big company like Omega Wrestling Alliance, I should really send Moongoose a thank you card for this opportunity but we should really get to my opponent. Alyssa Grace and Liara Lawson… who to start? Maybe the Liara Lawson, the new hot commodity. She can run her mouth quite well. She talked about the embarrassment we would have to suffer through if we lost to her and Alyssa but last time I checked, wouldn’t it be worse to lose to someone who hasn’t been in the ring in quite a long while. I wouldn’t want you to break a hip on your way to ring. It helps that you had some things to say about me and Revy. Sure, Revy can get annoying and say some dumb things but the dumb idiot still is competent in the ring… Time to time. But the little airhead is right, we have a job to do. And that’s winning here, maybe beat the Nice Guys to the point their faces are unrecognizable.”>>

<<“So Old Hag, just make sure that you aren’t injuring yourself. I get paid less from Moongoose if I beat an injured foe… What do you mean Moongoose McQueen has a debt that would take him the rest of his life to recover from? That’s not the point, he will still pay. Either from this or just for babysitting his sister but I can’t just go after Liara, I have to talk about her partner. The well-beloved OWA Goddess Champion, Alyssa Grace who has become the rising star of the company. Amazing right? She has the look, the fiery edge and so much more. You know she beat an Asian for her first title defense… Aria was pretty good at that back in the day, I remember her beating Huhruna Whocareszaki and Stephony Mehsuda. She’s gonna end being a mini-Aria… A WHITE ARIA! It might end at one Asian, I might want to rip some of the orange hair and take it as a souvenir, so when she does eventually become Aria levels of famous, I can sell it and get a big house in Tokyo. Weird creeps who like to buy celebrity hair do exist.” >>

<< “I wouldn’t mind doing all that and so much more. See I get paid to hurt people but unlike some, it’s why I do this. Think of how amazing it would be for me to beat the OWA Goddess Champion and maybe make it easy for Nyx to win the Goddess Championship… I mean that is the only way that those weirdos at The Void can win titles when their foes are damaged beyond belief. There could be a chance that Alyssa will be 100% for her eventual match but not sure, this is the American Government will be slow to react because it’s busy with the COVID cases. So you might not get any proper treatment from the nearby hospital. But don’t worry, it won’t be this pandemic that ends up killing you, it might be me and the injuries I give you girls. Murder is allowed in OWA, right? I mean Kenny Drake did stab Aria once and that means it’s allowed right?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT’S NOT ALLOWED TO MURD----” >>

||WE ARE EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES AT THE MOMENT. THE SUBJECT OF THIS VIDEO HAS DECIDED TO LASH OUT.||

(This brings the message to an abrupt end but the sound is still being recorded and it’s Mizuko smashing the expensive production camera with a bat. Letting out her frustrations and yelling at it in Japanese.)

Emmanuelle has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos June 18th 2020, 4:50 pm by **Theodor Pavel**

“First Match..First Win.”

It must be hard to understand, isn’t it? In the professional wrestling business, there are broken traditions. Those traditions include a lot of silly things. Shake the hand of everybody you’re facing before your music even hits. Make sure you work hard to network your way onto a main show. Remember to pay your dues.

Those rules are beaten into the heads of young talent across the world on a daily basis. These young upstarts, who go through the training and development phases before a company will even give them the time of day, have that ambition that in their minds, they will get to face an Aria Jaxon. A stalwart in the business that has been the measuring stick of success. If you beat her, legend has it, you’re going to be a mega-star. If you lose to her, you lose to one of the best. There’s no way around it, she is the type of person that a company dreams of having. In terms of talent, charisma, the reputation, she’s a big deal. People train daily, and fight the battle for ten years before they even get into the conversation of facing her.

Unfortunately for them, there are exceptions to that rule. One, to be exact.

He is Theodor Pavel. The most widely regarded prospect in the entire wrestling world. The man who can chop wood with his bare hands. The man that has hit people twice his age so hard, that they needed a colostomy bag after the fight. This isn’t an unsigned rookie looking to make a name for himself, this is a man that people across the globe have been clamouring to see. Imagine Wayne Gretzky in 1977 being touted as the greatest NHL player without even touching the ice for the Edmonton Oilers.

Any opponent of Pavel, in the near or distant future, will have to contend with this aura. Pavel’s Agent/Manager/Translator/Handler Banch Morgan has built the hype train to such a level that A-List celebrities are going to be watching. Theodor Pavel is that young Lebron James that signed the contract with Nike before even being drafted into the NBA. From his introduction at the Globe Theatre in Hollywood, it’s been in the press. This is the kind of press that would make even the greatest gatekeeper like Aria Jaxon completely blush. She should be honored to be the first of many, many to go down in defeat at the hands of Theodor The Great.

At least, that’s what Morgan has been saying.

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The other side of the story isn’t quite as sexy to the media. Having Banch Morgan as the Power of Attorney has perks, and disadvantages. Theodor didn’t know he had even signed with OWA until seventy two hours after the fact. Morgan strongly encouraged him to stay away from social media, and to focus on becoming the best wrestler on the planet. He didn’t hear the hype, the criticism, or even what his opponent, Aria Jaxon, had to say about him in regards to the match. For all he knows, she could have said he’s a kind hearted guy that she doesn’t want to fight. Perhaps even give him a few pointers on how to become successful in the business. Those who saw what Aria had to say, however, they are aware that isn’t the case.

WKLAX Radio - Studio - Los Angeles, CA
9:17am PST

As soon as the doors swing open, all eyes are on the splendor. Banch Morgan, decked out in the lime green and black suit, smiles from ear to ear as he politely asks people to stand back. He waves his hand to the side, as the gentleman claims to be the ‘Warrior to end all Warriors’ walks into the building. Theodor, in a more modest blue and black ensemble with a black waistcoat, casually strolls in. He promptly shakes the hands of everybody around him, smiling genuinely.

“Let me take care of this, ladies and gentlemen, don’t touch this man. He hasn’t worked out today, I don’t want anybody agitating him.”

Morgan exits to see the producers, while Theodor is stuck with the fans. Without the ability to effectively communicate with them due to the language barrier, he simply smiles and poses for pictures with others.

Distinct yelling is coming from the other room, drawing his attention. This new world to him is so different from his humble beginnings in Romania. People crowding around him, with no idea on how to react to it. Theodor knows that his match on Kingdom is going to be the biggest of his career, not only for being his first match in professional wrestling, but the fact that he has been training so hard recently to be ready for television. Such a tremendous opportunity, in his eyes.

Morgan storms out of the other room, waving on Theodor.

“Hold off on the flash photography please, Theodor is going to be joining me for this interview. Everyone keep a safe distance, please. You will get plenty of opportunities to meet him at his Hall of Fame induction.”

With that note of direction, people begin to back away from Theodor. Confused by the action, he smells himself to ensure that it wasn’t anything he did. Hearing the snap of the fingers, he looks over at Morgan, who waves him on. Before he exits, Theodor smiles at everyone, waving before walking into the other room.

The two walk into the studio, as Theodor immediately shakes their hands. Morgan grabs his shoulder, leading him to the seat. Taking the direction, Theodor sits down in a chair, and is assisted by an employee in getting him ready. Morgan sits down beside him, already having the knowledge of the media. Minutes pass as the song comes to an end, and we’re on the air.

“Alright guys, this is going to be interesting. We have been graced in the presence of Banch Morgan, and his protege, Theodor Pavel. For those who don’t know, Theodor Pavel will be making his professional debut for Omega Wrestling Alliance on their Kingdom show coming up this Sunday out in St. Louis. Guys, welcome to the show.”

“Let me stop you right there, this isn’t a protege. I mean, sure, I am the man who brought this legend in the making to America. I am the man that chose to scour the ends of the earth to see who can save the professional wrestling business, so to that, I bring to you the fastest, the hungriest, the best. Theodor Pavel, Mâinile de gheață!”

“Theodor, it’s an honor to finally meet you. Banch Morgan has been telling everybody about how you’re going to steamroll over Aria Jaxon coming up. How do you feel about your match coming up with her in essentially, your first showing in a professional wrestling ring?”

Morgan digests the question, looking at Theodor. He was playing around with Google Translate on his phone on how to ask Theodor the question. He writes down “You're the best wrestler in the entire planet, how do you plan to defeat Aria Jaxon?”.

“Ești cel mai bun luptător de pe planetă, plănuiești s-o învingi pe Aria Jaxon?”

Thinking over the question, Theodor responds.

“Aceasta este marea mea oportunitate de a face o diferență în America. Să-mi fac o carieră și să fac ce e mai bine pentru mine și familia mea. Ar trebui să fie un meci excelent, și aștept cu nerăbdare să aducă meu cel mai bun la ring la Regatul.”

“What Theodor just said, it’s poetic. He said that he will gladly destroy Aria Jaxon in the ring at Kingdom, and he will be unstoppable.”

“Mr. Morgan, do you feel that an eighteen year old kid is ready to handle the toughest opponents in pro wrestling? Aria Jaxon is an incredible wrestler, garnering one of the best reputations in the business for her efforts in the ring. How can somebody who’s never been inside of the ring last against an opponent of that caliber so early in their career?”

“This is why I came back into the business. For too long, wrestling has been stuck in neutral. It’s peaked so badly that it’s the same story, same vision. Go out there, get a few people excited in the crowd, call it a day. You have cheap entertainers like Aria Jaxon parading themselves as a star, when they are not. You have people throwing weapons around to get something from the audience. You have people swearing non-stop, complaining about how they’re held down, but you look at a guy like Theodor Pavel. Not only since he signed, has he generated the interest of professional wrestling fans, he’s attracted people all over the world, who scoffed at this business. He did that just by signing. He’s going to take Aria Jaxon and make an example of her, that her little world is no match for the galaxy.”

“Theodor, how has life been since moving to America? We’ve heard stories about you heading down the Walk of Fame, taking pictures of everything you could find. Is it a hard adjustment?”

Morgan once again turns to Google Translate for help on this one.

“te tratează America?”

“Iubesc America. Petrec mult timp acasă, merg la Plaja Santa Monica, și mă uit la meciuri din toată lumea. Sunt multe antrenamente pe care trebuie să le fac pentru a avea succes aici, și voi face tot ce pot.”

“He says that he loves America. Just the other night, he saw a girl down in Santa Monica who looked like Aria Jaxon. She was looking for loose change, and yelling at traffic. Somebody like Aria Jaxon has no business being in the same sentence as Theodor The Great. He is out on the town all night, hitting up every VIP lounge, eating at the finest restaurants, and scoping out the great women on the planet. They all want Theodor.”

The truth isn’t that fun. Theodor trains, and sits at home. Completely isolated from his family and friends, he resorts to watching DVD after DVD of wrestling matches. He’s also been shunned by Morgan from trying out programs to learn the English language, because Morgan claims that it will ruin his aura.

“Alright, I have one more question. For people who aren’t wrestling fans, why do people need to see this match?”

“I’ll tell you why. People didn’t care about movies until Humphrey Bogart came around. People didn’t care about rock and roll music until The Beatles came around. People didn’t care about football until Joe Namath came around. Hockey with Gretzky, Basketball with Jordan, nobody cared until they had someone to believe in. Theodor Pavel is all of those things, he will be the reason that professional wrestling will be the greatest endeavor of mankind. Mark my words right now, quote me. Theodor Pavel is a one in a trillion talent. There was never one like him before, and there will never be one again. Unless he mass produces with young ladies. Then, in 20 years, you’ll have a business full of genetic marvels who will dominate the scene, as this one will at Kingdom. I’d like to apologize ahead of time to Aria Jaxon. I apologize for the sponsor you will lose, the plastic surgery you will need, as if you didn’t before. I apologize for all those things, only for you to understand that because of Theodor Pavel, your name will forever be etched in history. The first victim of the Mâinile de gheață! Thank you, we bid you farewell.”

For all of the things he’s spewing, Morgan makes a few good points. Wrestling does need a resurgence. Maybe Theodor Pavel could be the one to help transcend part of the industry, and it all has to start against Aria Jaxon. She’s a hell a wrestler, hell of a name. They’ll remember another name at Kingdom.

Re: OWA Promos June 18th 2020, 3:03 pm by **Dulce Torres**

“You have an easy legacy you can coast off of for your career, one missed PPV isn’t going to hurt you…”

“Being left out of the biggest event of the summer would be like a demotion to you…”

What’s the truth, Llorona?

Is me missing out on the finals of the Athena’s Cup and Boiling Point going to hurt me or not? You said that being left out of the biggest event of the summer would be a demotion for me, but then, you claim that missing out on the PPV wouldn’t hurt me? What is it, Llorona? How are you supposed to be the determining factor on what’s going to hurt me in the long run or not? How are you supposed to tell me what’s going to impact my career or not? Ever since taking my spot in the main event, I have found myself in every PPV. I have become a mainstay and I never needed the Goddesses or Women’s World Championship to keep me in that main event spot. You saying that stuff is almost the equivalent of “let me win this match! You don’t need to win this match!” Am I supposed to feel any ounce of guilt for wanting to defeat you and head to Boiling Point? Am I supposed to just move to the and let you just have your moment in the sun because I was just Women’s World Champion? I have been on almost every PPV and it’s because I never stepped aside to let everyone shine. If I’m not part of the Boiling Point show, it’s going to be one of the bigger shows that I will be missing out and that’s not something that I want for myself. Dulce Torres doesn’t just sit back and let others get their moment. Dulce Torres busts her ass off to make sure that she never is passed up for an opportunity by a woman who people may or may not want to see succeed, but am I supposed to have an ounce of sympathy after I basically had my championship reign ended by Jonetta Stone? Am I supposed to have an ounce of sympathy for someone like you, who would love nothing more than for me to step aside? Maybe, it just makes her way to the finals a billion times easier. That’s not me, Llorona. I’m aware that you would like nothing, but to win the Athena’s Cup because it would be the validation that you need to see that you more than belong on Odyssey, but I need this cup because it removes any of the naysayers who think that I am never going to reach the peak that I did last season. Oh, how can I possibly forget women like you who are constantly believing that my time is up in the main event picture? I get the impression that you never believe that I deserved to be in the spot I am. Why is that? Because I’m too soft? Because I don’t display the “killer instinct” that you constantly ramble on about? This narrative that you’ve created yourself as someone who crumbled underneath the pressure is absolutely ridiculous because I went out there and did my job. I manage to eliminate an old foe, but darn me for trying to look good in every situation I am?! Darn me for trying to keep my head up when negative nancies like yourself like to focus on the negative by saying things like: “but you lost!” Yes, I am aware that I lost the match. Thank you for pointing out that, Llorona. I would have never figured that out without you. Should I also remind you that you lost the match yourself? Is this just another case of you dropping the ball on another opportunity and you’re going to bag on me from losing the match too? Pot meet kettle.

At the end of the day, I still got my fans, but I want to make sure that I get to Boiling Point and the Athena’s Cup is the way to do it. If I don’t win this tournament, I have no idea what’s next for me. Obviously, I miss out on this show and that’s going to suck so much. Am I going to cry? Am I going to bitch? Am I going to complain? Are you finally going to get that footage of me crying inside my dressing room as you claimed of me of doing at Hardcore Havoc? The answer to all of that is: no. I pick myself up, I dust myself off and I move forward, but I don’t want for Viola and the rest of OWA to think for a second that I am going to be more than content with staying in the back while all the other women get their moment to shine. There’s plenty of women like Diantha who are more than deserving of their moment. Don’t get me wrong, but I have worked way too hard to just sit down and do nothing. I am someone who is undeserving of being placed in that spot again. I’m a two-time Goddesses Champion and OWA Women’s World Champion. Still, there’s going to be people who think that I don’t need to add another accomplishment to my resume. There’s going to be people like: “you already got a few reigns, let me have this!” and you seem to be one of those women. After all of this reflecting, I am still not going to do that at all. I never needed any championship to prove that I am one of the hardest working women in this company. I never needed a championship to elevate me. Yes, it did provide me with a bit of confidence, but it’s also given me the capability to stand on my two feet and prepare for whatever this company has to throw at me. Llorona, I don’t need someone to protect me. I refuse to be the woman who gets discouraged after experiencing a setback. I more than welcome setbacks. I want to be able to work and overcome something than have a clear and perfect path to anything. You’re the one woman who stands in my way in the semi-finals. By how you make yourself out to be the toughest woman that I will come across, I am not going to be shaken at the very sight of you. You’re brutal, cutthroat, and don’t care about the wellbeing of others. You are someone who can utilize the Athena’s Cup and be the second successful cash in this company’s young history, but as for me? It bounces me back and it just adds more to my small legacy. It would be amazing to add a tournament win to my name. It would be amazing to win the Athena’s Cup and it would be amazing to add another Women’s World Championship to my name.

Another thing that the Athena’s Cup will be to you is...power. You want to feel empowered Llorona. You want to have something over these women and that means Eris or whoever holds the Women’s World Championship. Having that cup in your position might as well make you the most powerful woman on Odyssey. You’re going to have a lot of precision and timing when it comes to planning the perfect cash in. It would be something that everyone else would have to be on the look out for. That means for anyone who manages to get their hands on the cup. As for me, I still have no clue what I will do with the cup in my position, but it would be all about waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. That’s the same thing that this match at Odyssey will have. I am going into the match and doing everything I can to secure my spot in the finals of the Athena’s Cup. I’m more than excited about this match. I am excited to put all of those claims to shame. The same ones who believe that I am never going to get to the main event again. The ones who believe that I’ve peaked and I will never reach that pinnacle of my career again. Winning the Athena’s Cup should be enough to shut them up, but first - I got to defeat you, Llorona. I’m expecting a fight out of you. I want you to push me to the limit and prove that you’re not just another newcomer who won’t be in the company by the end of the year. I want you to prove that you can be something on Odyssey and getting a victory over someone as accomplished as me, it will prove that you are a force to be reckoned with. That’s if the Promethean Chamber didn’t do that. I can’t hold back in the match. I can’t find myself being defeated again. I refuse to go down to the bottom of the card and let my career rot away. Not again. Not ever.

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