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IMAGERY [#001] May 28th 2021, 11:57 pm by **RAMBEAUX**

DEVIN MITCHELL vs MATT MILES
IMAGERY

What did Devin need from Matt Miles?

A formal question that laid resting in the head of anyone that watched the recent episode of Olympus and seeing how Devin Mitchell disrespected a man as much like Matt Miles, the former ALPHA World Openweight Champion wasn’t too pleased with it either and seeing as how Mitchell caught the end of a Rolling Cutter afterward, there’s no love lost between the two - if there ever was any to begin with. But there’s one word that’s been left stuck in the head of Mitchell since Olympus came to a screeching halt, a word that Matt used whilst Devin laid on the ground after the Gold Rush.

“Kid.”

A soft scoff is heard, the moonlight finding it’s way through the windows and inside of The Corsair Compound is Devin Mitchell. Devin’s voice broke the silence as he repeated that same word that has been stuck in his head for the past couple of days. No drink, but in the hand of Devin however? A switchblade knife. Devin played around with the knife in his hand, pressing the sharp tip of the blade into his other hand’s index fingertip.

“Kid’s don’t join the big shot fuckin’ teams now, do they? Kid’s don’t join the roughest fuckers that there is in the company on day one now, do they? Kid’s don’t get in the fuckin’ face of the ‘supposedly’ best talents this company has to offer now, do they? Nah, never do they get so brave, Matt. Kid’s don’t get the fuckin’ rise like that. Yet, I heard what you said as I laid there, Matt. Calling me a kid as if that’s the low hanging fruit you’re tryna hit me with, as if that’s the worst apparent insult you can throw right at me. But you’re right, guess I am some kid to you, aren’t I? Just some young guy that’s come outta nowhere with very minimal wrestling background and supposedly- I look and act like some of those OWT wrestlers down there in the developmentals.”

A loud clicking noise is heard as a projector sitting right beside Devin switches on, projecting images onto the wall facing Devin and the first image is of the OWT Commonwealth Champion, ARYX. Click. Then the picture changes to the former OWT Champion, Teddy Mac. Click. Then the picture changes once more to the current OWT Champion, Viktor Bannon. There’s a long sigh that comes over Devin as he lowers his head, much like how Matt Miles always seems to lower his standards with every show that goes by.

“Pathetic. Abysmal. You’re so naive. I expected better but it seems as if it were up to me to stay in touch with those on the Olympus roster, I would have to constantly lower my own standards. Something I’m not prepared to do for however long I’m here on Olympus. Something I’m not prepared to do at all, in that manner. Matt Miles, however, is someone I’m unaware of because for where he could lack in logical intelligence, he brings in seriousness. But sometimes, the roles can be reversed and half of the time, from what I’ve seen, the question can always remain in the minds of many. For me, however? There’s no questioning, but only bringing the fuckin’ heat against Miles. I’ve not forgotten, I’ll never forget, the moment you put me down onto the mat with the Gold Rush, Matt.”

Placing his hand on the back of his neck, gently rubbing the skin as if showing where the effects of the Rolling Cutter from Matt Miles took the most damage to.

“Remember all of this was about your suit. Your suit was far more important than anything before, so if that’s the case then surely, you wouldn’t mind the kind of shit I’ve looked up about you. How did that ALPHA World Openweight Championship reign of yours go? Seeing you go from World Champion to walking out of the company, I always thought of that to be the curse of the Omega Heavyweight Championship but here you are with the World Openweight Championship and now chasing the Omega Heavyweight Championship. Cursed yourself before meeting the cursed prize on this brand, Matt, I never thought of you to be this retarded as now. I know I said you were naive, Matt, but this is off-brand… I’ve never seen anyone as bad as you are right now. When I walked out there, I thought I’d come stand in the face of a legend to the sport and be met with the best of all time, not much of a GOAT but a young pup who’s been doing good enough to stand in that column.”

“Every time I look at you, Matt. Every single time I look at your face, I wonder what truly makes you as special and unique as many claim for you to be. The Dynasty, that’s where you pledge your allegiance to, but now it seems from my own perspective, that you’ve gone all soft on them. That’s not you now, is it? You’re in the A-List team but your tenure as of late ranks amongst the lowest of the B-Team. Couldn’t get past a Corsair, on the same level as an Awakening member- truly, I must ask of you this, Matt. What are you right now, if nothing more than a washed down version of what you are than how they seemingly hype you up so much. I never really understood all of that hype, neither myself or Noah or even Graham could understand the hype that you profusely use to your own benefit. The Man with the Midas Touch -- and what control do you possess in your hands right now? Nothing made of gold, that’s for sure. Nothing made out of that kind of material, that’s for sure. Holding yourself down just so everyone can walk all over you. You truly are pathetic, Matt. I was right to stand in your face when I did.”

A gingerly smirk appears on the face of Devin as he reaches for the remote once more, flicking through the images, the old images of Matt Miles from back in the day. From his days being the FWE Brotherhood Champion to even images of him being the EAW National Elite Champion, and then finally making the image flick right into his tenure as the SSW Cracker Champion. All of these images of Matt Miles, all of these images of The Man With The Midas Touch, everything seemingly golden for Matt.

“Everything went to shit for you, I understand.”

“I’m aware of your anger towards me, as if I’m the one to blame for every single one of your losses, including the loss at the Atlantis Kick Off Show. Your aliases are as false as your words, I’ve heard the tales of plenty, and when in that ring with me -- all you could tell me was the same swan song as any other man that’s gotten into the ring with you. All of that for what, Matt? All of that for nothing, that’s what I can see right now. Time is a valuable construct, Matt, and I’ve known that for quite a while, but you’ve been wasting time. You’ve been wasting your moments. I ask of you this, why are you being the gatekeeper to a championship you’ll never hold in your life? Why are you being the gatekeeper to something that you’ll never prove to be a good champion too? And it’s not about being the gatekeeper to Darkane. It’s never about that because I know that inside your pea brained, ill-minded head of yours you’d love to have the fight with Darkane and I know deep down inside you, if you can beat me then surely… SURELY… that makes you as good as you say you are. Right?”

“I’m just a kid to you, Matt, what does beating me prove to someone like you?”

“I’m just some guy who skipped the OWT developmental brand, according to you, so why does beating me seem like such a task to you when you -- yes, you -- are The Inevitable. You, Matt Miles, are The Immortal. Beating me should be a breeze, it should be as easy as anything, such an image of seeing Matt Miles standing over the body of Devin Mitchell as he takes one step closer to becoming the Omega Heavyweight Champion-”

A loud bang is heard as he slams his fist down onto the small table beside him. Almost knocking off the projector from the table.

“It doesn’t prove shit to anyone, it doesn’t prove shit to nobody, and if you think that being the gatekeeper is what’ll make you look stronger, then Matt… You need to refocus on your goals. You need to make a reevaluation of life itself, and you need to adjust your mind to something more… commonly logical. Are we sick and tired of hearing the same swan song from Matt Miles? Absolutely. Are we sick and tired of seeing Matt Miles taking all of these chances and eventually failing? Absolutely. Are we sick and fuckin’ tired of seeing Matt Miles become the most overrated wrestler on not only Olympus, not only just Omega Wrestling Alliance, but throughout the whole entire world. Absolutely.”

“An image of such things, Matt, they do not get you far as you might have hoped for. I’m aware you're a man who needs things like this and who needs this win more than anything. You might break the limits to reach it but I’ll know at the end of the day, you’ll never beat me cleanly. Take what you want and seize the night, Matt, carpe noctem and rule the world around you. This is you playing for keeps, right? This is you playing for the moment you can crown yourself a royal champion worth mentioning. But your world view is far from the truth, a fabled tale of whimsical beliefs and what if’s. We’re not playing that game anymore, Matt. This is a new dawn, a new day, a new life for what could be the future for the Olympus brand as a whole. Trust me, they don’t need you up there, and to be frank, they don’t need me up there either. But since everyone gets past the gatekeeper, then why not try it out for myself?”

“Imagine it, Matt. Devin Mitchell; the new Omega Heavyweight Champion. All because Matt Miles couldn’t keep the pearly white and gold gates closed. They’ll laugh at you, they’ll mock you for your foolishness, and they’ll take away the ranks of what you seemingly build yourself up to. At the end of the day, who truly is playing for keeps? Who truly is trying to keep the image the same as before? Who’s truly making themselves out to be a man who’s worthy of being the Omega Heavyweight Champion? They’ll need a kingpin, they’ll need a man who they can trust, and although I’ll be meeting a good friend in Baker and then your good friend in Darkane. Are either men prepared to go to war with a man they’ve not come in preparation for?”

A slight chuckle is heard.

“See, Matt. You get the bag, you flip it, and you tumble it out of your hands like some cheapskate bastard you are. Whereas I? I get the bag, I flip it-”

With one swing, he brings a switchblade knife down onto the arm of the chair. Allowing it to stab right into the leather cushioning.

“-and then I murder the fuckin’ cunt. Just like how I’ll murder your fuckin’ career come Olympus. You’ve been heavily warned, Matt. I’ll see you very soon.”

Fade to black.

Noah Reigner has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 28th 2021, 11:57 pm by **"The Golden Voice"**

La Genesi dei Campioni

(The Genesis of Champions)

Kenneth wasn’t even all that concerned about his defeat against the Black Sun. Those racist and xenophobic bigots would get what was coming to them sooner or later. While he and Solomon were not on the same page and even though Shin-SEKAI’s now departed leader left some rather disparaging remarks about him in his last will and testament, His Excellency appears to be content with teaming with them...for now. He and Solomon, despite their utter lack of chemistry, still had possession of the Keys to the Kingdom. Exactly what they were for and what they did, he certainly didn’t know. In fact, he was nearly oblivious to most of the other changes around him. He and April Song were never tight so to see her step away from the ring to become the new Boss and handle the day-to-day operations of the organization was no big loss. Revy? He always thought the girl was deranged but to see what was done on Odyssey confirmed it. This...new heir. This Jodan. What could he possibly bring to the table that Kenneth couldn’t? Sure he made it to the semifinal of some tournament but he didn’t win and most of his victories were mere flukes, nothing compared to Kenneth’s own tactical genius! That said, an even stiffer challenge than the Black Sun was on the horizon now. He and the young lad now had to face the reigning Tag Team Champions. This didn’t unduly stress him however. He was far more concerned with his project.

“This new Opera House will be state of the art in every way imaginable...but maintain the charm and dignity of grand places that has been mostly lost on modern architecture. This new facility will be a paradise for those who wish to immerse themselves in culture, to be entertained and inspired by true artistry, not the mind-numbing drivel that I see so many people indulge in today. This model is every bit as beautiful as you, my darling. You again have shown your genius.”

Kenneth looked up from the model building to his love, his muse, Maria. She smiled while looking away, blushing as she didn’t want to appear arrogant. While blessed with gorgeous looks and a voice that would shame most angels into silence, Maria was a gifted designer of architecture. The great hall that they now had the funds at their disposal to build was almost a reality. The only thing left for them was to decide a location for them to build it on.

“Thank you. I am so happy that we’ll finally be able to make our dream a reality. I went crazy with the design but your desire for more classical architecture reeled me back in. Kenneth….darling, I don’t want to dim your mood but we really need to talk.”

Kenneth snorted before dismissively waiving a hand, heading towards a window. “We’re not going to speak of that!”

“Yes. We are.”

“I will not.”

“We have to get past this. You have to admit that Moongoose’s comments made you angry. Your pride was a bit wounded when his will compared you to Maelstrom, wasn’t it?”

“IT WAS NOT!”

“Kenneth. We’ve known each other too long. I can tell when you’re lying. You’ve never been good at hiding it because you have some tells that give it away. The frown with your arms folded and the anxious foot tapping. Even rubbing your thumb over your nose.”

Realizing that he had been caught red-handed in his lie, Kenneth immediately stopped all his usual mannerisms and tried to put up an awkward smile before shutting it down when she chuckled at the face he was making. “Yes, it did make me angry to hear that. What did Maelstrom ever accomplish other than saving Moongoose once, hmm? Solomon and I were able to procure something that could possibly bring gold back to Shin-SEKAI, mostly thanks to my efforts, and I am scorned? I am mocked? I don’t understand it, love!”

Maria thought about it for a moment. Kenneth did score a big victory for the group, but she wondered if the words directed towards him had another meaning, something that maybe their Leader wanted to say but couldn’t find the proper words.

“I think that perhaps you and Moongoose were just never going to be on the same page. You’re both very peculiar to the average person who doesn’t understand what makes you great. I think one reason that he was so hard on you was that he wanted you to take on a more active role.”

“Hmph. If he wanted that, he would have made me the one in charge instead of that military mouse April. Just because she’s won a few titles in the wrestling world doesn’t mean she is capable of leadership!”

“I don’t think he wanted you to be leader. Just someone who...cared a little more. Like this match with Miltiades and Dampshaw….”

“Dampshaw, HA! That oaf has gotten even more insane since I’ve seen him last. He’s nothing more than a cockroach scurrying over the ruins of his career, trying to avoid the fallout of his own pitiful time as a general manager. An absolute waste of life. And his brute of a partner is no better. I can’t believe that April and Revy lost to them, of all people! Miltiades talks a great game about how strong he is and how he’s bored, but now he faces someone that is just as ruthless for the first time. I’ll dispose of them, no problem!”

“Dear, this is a big match for Jou as well. Maybe if you put in some more effort this time, you can win some trust from the people you mean to work with. We cannot have the same situation that you had with Solomon out there! You have to be able to cooperate with him.”

“Are you saying that I don’t work well with others?”

“No. I’m saying that sometimes your pride makes you as obstinate as a tired mule. You listen to me sometimes, right? Why don’t you cooperate more readily with your partners instead of being such a hindrance! And...who knows? If you two beat The Council, you may have a title match with them later. So, my dear, I’m just asking you to TRY to work with this new fellow. Please.”

“Hmm...when did you get so assertive?”

“I’m engaged to an artist. Sometimes one has to balance dreaming with practicality.”

“Hmph!”

Kenneth turned away towards the window again, a small smirk on his face as Maria walked over to him and draped her arms around his waist.

“Perhaps God sent me to you because he knows every once in a while you need a talking-to to get you refocused. You can be a brilliant wrestler when you put your mind to it, Kenneth. Just concentrate a little more. We have one dream about to become a reality once our great Opera House is built. You have a chance to make another dream of yours a reality.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, my dear.”

Stubborn as ever, Kenneth refused to admit that he did have one aim. He wanted to prove his worth as an athlete, even on as crude a stage as professional wrestling was. He wanted to be a champion. He actually wanted to start winning.

Re: OWA Promos May 28th 2021, 11:27 pm by **Moongoose McQueen**

Duet Together

What can I say? Azumi Goto, smart, beautiful, and one really tough woman. I lost, and the great thing about is, I don’t feel bad about it, because neither does anyone in Shin-SEKAI. After that match, I went backstage, and it was not frowns or disappointments awaiting me, it was April, Solomon, Kenneth, the boys, all telling me, that I did a fairly good job for my first two matches. For a moment, I thought I really let them down, but you know what? There is something to this whole wrestling thing that I didn’t get.

Wrestling… it’s pretty cool. The athleticism, the flashy moves to one up the other guy, doing it all in front of a live crowd. I get it. I appreciate it. I respect it. But you know, it really doesn’t take long to find someone that can take something that many are so passionate for and turn it into something along the lines of politics and powers. And holy shit, Three matches into OWA, I’m dealing with a team that calls themselves “The Council” where one guy works for Oasis and the other guy is the GM of Kingdom. I’m just like… what?! And the crazier thing is…. If they have all this power…. “Why only the tag titles?” Do they not know how power and leverage work? Like if I had all the power in the world, I’d probably aim a bit higher, and I’m not trying to be really judgemental about it, but my god, you guys must be horrible at your jobs if, one, everyone backstage doesn’t like you, and two, even in that, you can’t even finnes your way to the top. Like Holy Cow, if you are gonna be corrupted and cheat, just go all in. Like who in their right mind is in a position of power is just like, “well, I’ll only abuse it a little.” Just to put it plainly, you both suck at your jobs.

Like, I get it, I don’t know how “the biz” work, but is there like an HR department I can talk to? It doesn’t seem like it’s appropriate for someone to be in such position to always be wrestling full time? Because if that was the case, then it becomes really easy for someone to book themselves for all the titles and severely handicap their opponents to their advantage, and the only reason I think you both have gotten away with it is because, again, you are both not doing a good job. Is there a little survey box I can fill out? Or even a suggestion box?

Jokes aside. Please stop picking on Kenneth. Of course no body knows who the hell he is. The man came from a whole nother dimension. We can’t even obtain a birth certificate for this man. Do you not know how interdimensional travel works? Try to be a little bit more sensitive about that, jack wads. But as for me, well, my past is better left a secret. It doesn’t matter. All that matters and Kennth, myself, and the both of you, Reginald and Miltiades are gonna get in the ring, and we are gonna wrestle. And while I’m not saying you shouldn’t abuse your power for this match, what I’m saying is, “I’d be a little disappointed in the both of you” if you didn’t, because, if I was in that position, Azumi Goto and I’d be having a Best of 7 series right now. But I digress. I’m sure you both are better wrestlers than you are corporate stooges, but none the less, Hit Kenneth and I with you best shot. I mean it. I need to learn. I need to get better. See, Kenneth and I, this is kind of like a little team exercise, and I want to see what my guy here is made of.

Don’t go easy on us. Even if that is your preferred management style, from my experience, being a boss and not being lenient enough can lead your followers not respecting you. I’m not saying they should fear you, but they should at least to a degree respect you, and I’m gonna let you know, no one backstage either fear or respects you. What you both have been doing? It doesn’t work. Sure, you got them shiny tag title belts, but when you look at those belts, and see your reflection, doesn’t it kind of hit you that, “it should had been more.” You could had done more. It could had been better. Again, not saying you can’t be proud to be tag team champions, but it’s like, If I give you a million dollars and I expect you to do something big with it, and instead of coming back with a world title, you bring back a tag team championship, then you can kind of see why I’d be disappointed. Like, just make the most of it, you know?

Yare Yare Daze. Sure, Kenneth and I, we might be nobodies. But thinking about it, I think it’s better to be nobodies that can ultimately become somebody than be someone that everybody knows, but it’s knowing they had all the right tools handed to them and not doing enough with it. You know… a flop. Whatever, settle for whatever you want. You both do you. And as for Kenneth and I, we’re just gonna do our thing. And that thing is we’re gonna make you face the music. … His words, not mine. Kenneth is kind of weird….. Look, we’re gonna beat your asses. Ok?

"The Golden Voice" has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 28th 2021, 9:39 pm by **Noah Reigner**

The Television Championship rested on the table where Noah Reigner sat. The room he was in was empty of all other furnishings. Just this large table, of the plastic variety. You know - one of those typical ones you would see with the hard white plastic top and black painted aluminum legs. In front of the table where several rows of chairs, spaced out about a foot or so apart - waiting for reporters, interviewers, bloggers or whatever form of media representative you could imagine. Immediately after Olympus, this room would be filled with journalists asking talent questions. It wasn’t a rare occurrence, but this was. The empty room, except for one person - Noah Reigner. He sat in his chair, leaning forward with his elbows resting on the table. His arms elevated and his hands folded into one another. His eyes were on the camera man stationed in front of him, and after a moment of the camera focused on the championship, it was pulled back to focus on Reigner - who would immediately begin to speak.

“Against better judgement, I dug into your OWA history. Am I supposed to be impressed with your victory over some fucking fool that calls himself ‘MAV’? Does that somehow equate to earning a shot at my championship? I’ll tell you bluntly, Peter, that I wasn’t impressed with what I saw on Atlantis but that shouldn’t come as a shock - because you, yourself, know that you’re not a real wrestler. You’re a fraud. A little punk ass kid playing pretend. I’m actually surprised that you haven’t either; taken the hint that people like you aren’t welcome in legitimate companies like this and walked away, or that someone hasn’t completely decimated your entire existence and put you in the hospital just on principle. This isn’t a game, Peter. We’re not casuals. You’re stepping into the ring on Olympus against a former multi-time champion. Against the current Television champion. You have all of the talent in the world against you, what exactly are you going to do? Diss me? I’m trained in American-traditional. European-catch. Japanese Strong Style, what about you? You’re not trained. The only thing you’re good at in the ring, is wasting people’s time. Even in a place like Project Honor, you’re a walking joke. You and the entire Drip Productions is an embarrassment. You can’t even cut your teeth there, and that company doesn’t have a quarter of the talent that the OWA has - so what makes you think you’ll be a success here? Whatever it was that crept into your peanut-sized brain and planted the idea that here will be any different than there, you can credit for the amount of shit you’ve found yourself in at Olympus.”

“See, I’m not like any of the other guys that might cut you a break because they find some amusement in toying with the mentally challenged. I’m not like those guys that’ll give you a false sense of hope, telling you ‘one day you’ll get the hang of it’ because - let’s face it - you won’t. No matter the amount of time, no matter the amount of training, studying and work you put into your craft - you’ll never be one of the ‘good ones’. You’ll never amount to anything because you’re a moron - plain and simple. The biggest opportunity of your life directly in front of you but you’re going to blow it because you don’t take this seriously. You’re doing this for the laughs, for the memes, because you turned out to be dog-shit when it came to rapping. Who’s honestly surprised to find out that you’re also dog-shit when it comes to this profession? Not me. I’ve gone over the fact that you have no training, and I know there are cases of prodigies in the ring that just seem to have it naturally. You, however, do not. I’ve watched the pathetic attempt at a match you had on Atlantis. A three minute borefest that should have never happened. A match against a bigger twit than even you, and you didn’t even body the guy. You’re less than mediocre and it showed clearly in that match. As far as charisma? Someone like you, you should have that in spades one would think. What, with all of the influencing you do - the hip-hop persona - the drip and swag? But unfortunately your charisma equates to absolute dick. Listening to you, with your street-lingo, go on about - whatever - it is you talk about is enough to render the normal person unconscious. In fact, Petey the dead bird has more charisma than you even while headless - and he’s still being stroked by Blind Billy down the hall in 4C. A fictitious headless bird is more of a star than you will ever be. You hate to see it.”

OWA Promos - Page 7 When-Petting-Your-Bird

He shook his head from side to side, clicking his tongue disapprovingly. His arms would drop onto the table, but his eyes wouldn’t leave the camera in front of him. After a moment, he stopped clicking his tongue and began to speak again.

“While you’ve been busy sucking a bag of dicks in reference to the rap game, I’ve been busting my ass in this profession. You know ... the one you’re using as a fall back and as an excuse to turn yourself into a living meme. Iron sharpens iron, Peter. And I’ve sharpened my skills - I’ve honed my craft and became one of the best to ever step foot in the ring by competing against the likes of Aria Jaxon - Jacob Senn - Darkane - Graham Baker, the list goes on for days. I’ve headlined large scale events, sold out enormous venues, and raised championships high in the air - while you’ve sat at home in the safety of Mommy and Daddy’s basement, watching your tracks slip further and further down the ‘Trending’ charts. I’m known all around the world, from America - to the UK - to Europe - to Japan and back. You? You will never know that level of stardom. Not in this industry, not in the rap industry. You’re a fly by night, flash in the pan, flavor of the month. You will never do anything substantial to be remembered. You will never have that rivalry that draws everyone’s attention. You will never have that championship win and run that ensures you will forever be regarded as one of the best. You will never impress your peers. Sooner or later, the joke will run its course with the boys in the back and they will no longer entertain the idea of some wannabe hanging out with them.”

“Difference between the boys in the back and myself is that I’m already over your act.”

He shrugged his shoulders. His lack of compassion for the kid, the untrained kid who decided to take a swim in shark infested waters, was shining through brightly. Not that he cared. In a sudden movement, he pushed his chair back away from the table and stood up to his feet.

“I know my talent, and I know the level of competition that I deserve to be placed against. You ain't it, Peter. OWA is simply pandering to the internet community, trying to bridge a gap to all of the fucking dweebs who waste their lives watching other dweebs vlog or whatever, thinking that someone actually gives two fucks about what their opinions or what they do with their pointless, mediocre, wasted lives. While the waves you thought you were making on SoundCloud or BandCamp turned out to be only ripples in the water - my actions have caused tidal waves, dangerous and life threatening, in this industry. No one gives a fuck about Big Drip Productions when the Corsairs are running roughshod over every organization that we’ve stepped foot into. No one gives a fuck about your group of merry-morons when the Corsairs have expanded beyond numbers to which you couldn’t even count to. To be blunt, no one in this industry cares about you or your presence here. If they tell you they do, they’re deliberately lying to you. Which brings me back to what I said before - I don’t find amusement in playing games with the mentally inept.”

“So when I say that at Olympus, I’m not coming to play games - believe me, it’s real. My intentions are to keep the Television Championship, at any and all costs. Beyond that? My intentions are to fucking humble you, kid. You want to make a mockery of this? You want to make the profession - the life - that I’ve chosen to live, into a meme for you and your simple minded fuckboys? Then you deserve to get the brunt of the aggression. You deserve to be treated exactly how I would treat any other person that comes challenging for my title. I’m not going to take it easy on you just because your idea of ‘training’ is sitting front row and copying the moves you’ve seen on your idiot friends. You’re a big boy, you decided to climb into the ring with a world-class professional; you deserve the guaranteed ass-kicking that’s coming your way. And if you’re smart? You’ll decide to call it a career and go back to your weak as fuck battle raps. But you’re not smart, are you? That’s why you’re here - here with no training, no experience and no idea of what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

Noah would pick up the championship that sat on the table. The straps tucked behind the faceplate to prop it up, snapped together so it wouldn’t move. He unsnapped the straps and positioned the title proudly on his shoulder. This was when that infamous smirk would cross his lips.

“It’s okay though, Peter. You won’t be the first braindead idiot that I’ve humiliated and embarrassed in the ring - and I highly doubt you will be the last. But hey, maybe this will be a lesson for you kid. Don’t show up somewhere, thinking you’re going to be the king fuck of shit mountain when you don’t put in the work to deserve it. Be sure, though, to waste time writing your piss-poor rhymes and tweeting - because that is what’s important, right?”

Noah threw a wink at the camera.

“Fix your priorities before you step into the ring with the fucking Ace. First, last and only warning.”

VaeVictisBD, Darkane and Rebecca Filth have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 28th 2021, 8:03 pm by **Nobi**

Promo 2

So time is getting closer and we're about to find out who will have the Hybrid Championship and who will still maintain their Olympus job.

I want to be that guy because first, this is my first defense and I don't want to lose the Hybrid Championship right away and I'm ready to bring the Hybrid Championship to another level.

I'm not sure if I could do that but at least I have the resume of being a former World Champion which means I'll bring more money to Olympus and OWA in general when they see a Hybrid title defense. That is the truth. I have a strong fan base over the years no matter where I go, even some people still cheer on me during my darkest days in Wrestleworld and for OWA in general, I would like to keep my own fan-bases to tune in to Olympus.

Olympus has always been good to me. They always give me a chance after chance. They want me to succeed so badly and in return, I have to do more than best for Olympus.

And that is why this stipulation fits for me. If I couldn't give more than my best against Teddy Mac, then yes, I'm out from Olympus because that means Olympus is not for me because they have a lot of great wrestlers. I might not be among "the greats". Be it "not anymore" or I was never great to begin with.

Worst case scenario, if I'm out of Olympus then there's no guarantee that Kingdom or even OWT would want me. I might be out of OWA in general. I mean I still have Wrestleworld and SSW Contracts in general and I for sure might want to try looking for alternatives. Promotions like PWN, Kingdom Pro, and Project Horror are great promotions out here just to name a few. I know for a fact a lot of OWA, Wrestleworld, and SSW names are in those 3 companies.

They are great promotions but so is OWA and we've been running the longest out of them all. OWA is always around and they have been good to me. Never had a problem with the authorities too, so why would I want to leave OWA?

As for Teddy Mac, I know the guy has a lot of talents, a bright future, and some friends. You name it all. Hell, he dropped some weight and is in good shape now. He is marketable. Everyone knows it. Props to him.

He can fight dirty and he can fight cleans too. He knows both games. He's that versatile. He can fight for the goods but he doesn't mind to be a dirty fighter either. It's up to him how he wants to choose to fight. The guy has kids after all. He gotta do what is the best for him to survive and he has to do so to maintain his profits.

Personally, I have no money issues. But if Teddy Mac loses to me, he could go to Kingdom and I believe OWT would love to welcome him back too. The options are countless for him. I'm sure PWN, Kingdom Pro, and Project Horror would love to have him too. Plus he still has that Wrestleworld and SSW money just like I do, so I doubt Teddy would have a financial issue if he's out from Olympus after all.

That means I don't have to feel guilty for beating him after all. This is never a money issue from his part after all. His issue is me. First thing first, I have expressed and given him credit for how he has improved and all but in a one on one match, I still have the edge on him. I beat him clean and clear when he had his buddies try to help him out. I think that was a good showing on my part, am I right?

Teddy Mac needs to prove it to me, to his kids, to the audiences, and basically to everyone that he can beat me. I'm sure he can and it could happen on Olympus too. I'm sure he thinks he can beat me but he needs to make it a reality.

I know Teddy Mac thinks he can beat me. After all, the man puts his Olympus job on the line right?

But that's it. He thinks he can beat me but I know I can beat him. Teddy Mac is aware of this too. To him, beating me is everything to him. Everything that he needs to do. Everything that he should have done a long time ago. He has to prove that he's just not some "Tag Team specialist" which I don't get from this part.

Tag teams are never bad. Tag teams are great. Tag team specialists are part of pro wrestling. But the way Teddy Mac says it is like it's such a bad thing. After all, it would be too hypocritical for him to say that he's ashamed as part of it considering he has tagged with me, Jungle Jaguar, Travis Murphy, and Big Naheem. Maybe count Jacob Senn, Darkane, and Matt Miles too.

But to his credit, he proves his worth already as a single wrestler and not to mention, he became a World Champion just two years after his debut. He made his pro wrestling debut in 2017 and he won the OWT World Championship in October 2019. Isn't that awesome? He is Mr. Anything is Possible after all. He wants to prove that beating me is possible for him too, which it is. There's no way I'm invisible. Far from it. I have more losses on my records than winning matches.

So, the percentage of Teddy Mac beating me is pretty high. I know that and I'm acknowledging it. Perhaps and perhaps, he needs this win more than I do.

But I also have given my two cents that I don't want to lose this match, I don't want to lose the Hybrid Championship, and I don't want to leave Olympus or even OWA yet. I'm still here and I have to bring more than my A Game to beat Teddy Mac. Teddy Mac is gambling his fate and I'm ready to show him how much of a bad gambler he is.

This is my chance to prove that I can be a better Hybrid Championship than Mark Michaels and there's no better way to start my Hybrid Championship title defense against a former best friend and the man who also happened to be my first challenger for my SSW Puroresu World Heavyweight Championship before. I don't mind kicking his ass twice and I'll do it properly this time around.

No one is going to interfere in this match, Teddy. Unlike last time. It's now just between you and me, and I'm eager to prove that Olympus Has Fallen for you, Teddy. Time to search for a new Kingdom for you.

The Banshee, Noah Reigner, Rebecca Filth and personlol have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 28th 2021, 7:32 pm by **Ramesses**

“Evidently, I’m not a very popular man.” Those words had run through his mind. The former Platinum II, now christened as Ramesses, had dealt this his share of detractors over the years. Initially, it was the other students in school, jealous of his accolades early on. They were petty, believing that he was nothing more than the son of his father, cruising through life on a family name that had meant very little in the political world at the time. How would that be any type of influence? He wondered.

It didn’t matter in the long run. In one part of the world, he was ‘The Inevitable’. In another, he was ‘The Only’. Here, in the Omega Wrestling Alliance, he was known as ‘The Sexual Titan’. Kind of a downgrade, one would presume. The OWA locker room took the same stance that so many others before would take. As soon as they saw the man pull into the arena in one of the luxury cars, they thought he was being something that he wasn’t. He wouldn’t use the term fake, but for some reason, those words had likely slipped out on occasion by one of the many critics. They hadn’t even seen him in the ring prior, not in this way.

Whether it was that, the woman on his arm, the athleticism that simply couldn’t be matched by the roster. The combined efforts left a lot of people green with envy. He knew that, and paid little attention to such ignorance. They were the problem, not him. He was the one playing chess in a room of people struggling to figure checkers out. The BOB Games were only the beginning. There was a target on the back of Kimberly Chase and himself. Rightfully so.

There was a target on his back in the six person tag team contest. Rightfully so.

Triple threat, and now even at Olympus when he goes one on one with MAV. Again, rightfully so.

Again, they were the problem. Not him.

Even upon their arrival at the Budai Gourmet Chinese Restaurant in Albuquerque, Kimberly Chase and Ramesses got the looks that they hadn’t asked for. Their mere presence, like in OWA, caused some to grind their teeth and sneer. They couldn’t look away, however. How dare someone go in to eat a quick dinner before the show! It was as if he could read their minds. Pathetic.

While they sat, ordering the best that the establishment could provide, their eyes met each other. The only sign of sanity in this world was through the pupils of the other. He couldn’t help but give a smile over every time she looked his way. This was no getaway though, why would it be? Miami was a long throw away, Los Angeles was played out. New York City was fine for a moment, but the two had spent weeks there while doing business. This was the best they could get though? This...City?

The cheekbones on the other patrons looked as if they were on the set of the Hills Have Eyes. Their words were spoken with such small intent, leading Kimberly to jokingly ask him if Sears really was the best place to buy tires. With such disregard for the ignorance surrounding them, they simply kept to themselves. They would be out of this town soon enough. Just get through Olympus, embarrass his opponent by doing things they couldn’t do. Maybe then, they could escape the disgusting rabbit hole that was Albuquerque. At least, that was the hope.

“Have you ever watched the Bugs Bunny cartoons?” She extended her hand over the table, taking his in the process. There was something so innocent and casual about the way she spoke of that ‘wabbit’.

“I did. When I was younger, my sister and I would sit and watch. We would always be entertained while he escaped the guy with the big forehead, or the weird guy with the red beard. Always outsmarting the pathetically idiotic. It was therapeutic for a time. I always identified with the Roadrunner. Lightning fast, always a step ahead of the idiot coyote. He had his critic who would showcase himself with such ignorance, it’s so much like today.” Considering how long ago the cartoons were made, it was amazing how accurate the ideals of the antagonists were. They were one dimensional, like a Jack Daniels. They were fish out of the water, like The M-A-V, or MAV.. Whatever that seemed to be. They would succeed in their minds, but ultimately contribute nothing to the world surrounding them. So little has changed.

“I refuse to believe that this match tonight is anything more than a punishment for your antics in the six person tag match a few weeks ago. It isn’t fair to you, you deserve so much better. It should be you going for championships, not..those people.” Her disdain for the competition had grown strong while the two glanced around the restaurant. She had a point, but it was beyond the pure talent level that was the driving force to winning matches in OWA. It wasn’t about being the best at anything. It was who was going to put the most effort in. How bad did they want it? One would imagine.

“Look at those people though. The very people who are clamouring for championship gold only want it because they need validation. They need constant reassurance that they deserve to be at the top of the food chain. The same people who starve for attention when they walk into an airport. Those very types craving even just one set of eyes on them. People have the innate ability to be anything they want, yet they choose to be pro wrestlers because it’s easy. The only way they can touch gold is by going into a ring in front of a bunch of swine and ballet dance their way to victory. They try so hard, yet look so uncoordinated. I really love the idea of going out there, putting in such little effort along the way. Even seconds of turning the machine on, and I exploit their flaws.” He knew the truth as to why he was coming up with losses. It was easy to tell that he simply didn’t care whether or not he would come out a victor in the match where one would have to pin another to the mat, or force a submission. To him, losing in a wrestling match fell under the same umbrella as losing a hand in poker. There would always be the next hand, he was bankrolled to play forever if it was what he wanted to do. His opposition, on the other hand, didn’t follow that same set of options. MAV needed to win the match in order to remain in the game. He was running low on chips, so to speak.

The two had finished their meals several minutes prior to the discussion. It was the conversation that was keeping them at the table. People weren’t exactly lining up at the door to have a meal at the establishment, they knew they had plenty of time before they had to be in a place called ‘The Pit’. As if that wasn’t the most appropriate name for a venue in this city. With all the sponsorships taking the names of arenas in this day in age, could you imagine a high level company putting their name on such a repulsive arena? The Pit of Amazon? Sony Studios Presents The Pit? The Walmart Pit? Wasn’t every Walmart a Pit? He chuckled to himself at the very notion of anyone being foolish enough to brand themselves with that name.

“Ramesses, I know you can go in there and completely vanquish anyone you set foot in the ring with. You’re doing them a favor, truly, and I’m proud of you for being so generous. It’s really hard to constantly give to the less fortunate. I just feel that like so many others, MAV wouldn’t appreciate the donation you’re willing to give to him. I’m still waiting for the Thank You present from Savannah Sunshine and MYOJIN following what we gave them at Final Destination. Zero gratitude. Just, don’t lower yourself to appease others so much. I don’t want you to be one of those guys who simply gets paid to lose. You’re better than that, and you always will be.” Her concern was genuine, she was used to surrounding herself with more successful people inside of the industry. Her track record included Champions, and prospects who were destined to be Champions at some point. It wasn’t that way with Ramesses though, she knew that. He already had been on top of the food chain in other promotions, it simply wasn’t interesting to him. He wouldn’t shower her in title belts, but with a Newport Beach mansion and a yacht that would make Zuckerberg’s cheeks turn red. Even if he wasn’t a self made success, he was more than happy to give her some of the most impressive things that money could buy.

“My Sekhmet. You’re worrying about what I like to call the explosive non-factor. Was David Beckham the most successful football player of all time? No, he wasn’t. People still know his name, and will buy anything he attaches his name to. Brad Pitt isn’t the greatest actor, yet the world cannot stop speaking of him. Tesla hasn’t sold the most cars in the last year, yet more people know Elon Musk than William Clay Ford. Even if MAV is able to come away with the victory against me, what would it actually do for him? He’ll still leave the arena, this time with a false sense of confidence that he is a ‘somebody’. He will then go to the airport, fly home, and sit around as he waits for another opportunity. Wins and losses don’t define a brand, it’s about marketability. I could have a hundred matches here without a win to my name and I will still be where I am. The brand will continue to rise, and we will be just as happy as we have been since arriving here. We’re simply here because it’s a thing to do. We get to walk out in front of thousands who wish they were us. Granted, we could do that anywhere, but there’s always something fun about you and I rubbing it in the noses of people who are so obsessed with succeeding in this place of combat. It’s a game, nothing more.”

The tough guy act would simply be that, an act. He wasn’t going to enter the ring at Olympus with that. The intensity wasn’t an option, that would result in having an excessive desire to run a man’s head through the canvas. He didn’t hold any personal grudge against the likes of this gentleman. It was not about personal issues, or even professional ones. Anything Ramesses did, he did because it was what he wanted to do. The relaxed moment between the two was coming to an end, he could feel it. The look from a patron to one of the servers gave away the man’s feelings. Once the derogatory term was used while the server was away, the Sexual Titan had enough. He stood from the table, politely excusing himself to walk over to the idiot patron.

“What? You work here too? Give me some damn service!”

Without a single bit of hesitation, Ramesses grabbed the fortune cookie sitting on the table, glaring down at the patron. One swift smack with the cookie in hand would send the patron to the floor. The crumbled cookie descended down onto him while Ramesses watched with a smirk.

“Why on earth would I work here? I’m not Asian.”

Dusting off his hand following the attack, Ramesses glanced over his shoulder at the cackling Kimberly Chase. She quickly took his hand, staring down at the patron.

“Please do that to MAV!”

Her eagerness spoke volumes. Returning her smile with one of his own, he nodded. After grabbing a second fortune cookie, he turned to Kimberly.

“As you wish.”

And just like that, the stage was set. Ramesses to fight a guy with the aid of a fortune cookie. The world would be talking about it for at least ten minutes. Maybe longer.

Re: OWA Promos May 28th 2021, 5:39 pm by **Savannah Sunshine.**

Admittedly, Savannah Sunshine had not been herself lately. But, let's be honest... She hadn't been herself in a long time. She was beginning to believe that this version of herself was the version she would be stuck with. In fact, it was the version she had been stuck with since she had returned to the world of wrestling just a few months ago. It's no surprise that the Queen of Candyland is not so sunshine-y and bubbly as she once was before. She's no longer afraid to speak her mind and be truthful and open and honest, though she still fights hard to maintain that neutral line and balance. But, it's harder and harder to figure out what's toeing the line. It's hard to figure out just how much is too much sometimes. But, she's still kicking, still alive, still fighting as hard as she can fight. That much has been made abundantly clear since her return to OWA.

There's no time to dwell on her inner battle as she sits on the steps of the porch, it's familiar. Somewhere she had been plenty of times over the span of their four year long relationship, she had only come by to spend time with their son. But, there was a slight tension in the air that needed to be resolved. They hadn't spoken much since the breakup. It had been unexpected, but it made them both grow up after all of it. They hadn't ended on bad terms, in fact, it was easier to co-parent these days than anything else. Gaze drifts out towards the night sky, glancing up at the stars that litter the sky above them. It's the calm before the storm, the still of the night, as they sit there on the steps together. Even with some space left between them, it's comfortable enough.

"So... What are you up to lately?"

AXL's voice speaks up, breaking the silence, as Savannah stretches her legs out in front of her. She inhales a gentle breath with a brief shrug, glancing at him momentarily.

"Little bit of everything lately. Though, I'm up against Azumi this week. So, I've been trying to get my head on straight and really dig down deep for this one. I'm pretty sure I've lost every single time I've been put up against her. So, I need to make sure I do whatever it takes to give my full attention to this. I don't want to repeat history in the worst way possible."

Brows furrowed together momentarily, before AXL shuffled a bit closer to wrap an arm loosely around her shoulders. He sighs audibly, a low hum as he nods. "Well, then you go out there and you give it your all. I know it's bothering you to have to deal with this. Knowing that the person who halted everything you had been working so hard for is your opponent once more. But, no one knows you from the inside out like I do."

Savannah grumbles slightly, to which AXL rolls his eyes a bit.

"Maybe I'm a little bit wrong with that one, especially with the new changes in your life over the past few months. But, the point is that you can't let her get in your head. That's where you struggle the most, you're always falling into the trap that people set for you and you take the bait and then? You become your own worst enemy."

There's a beat of silence that passes between them, but she knows he's right. She's always been her own worst critic, the one who hounds herself the most, the one who has the least confidence in herself.

"... Yeah, you're right, I guess. Even if I hate to admit when you're right. I have to go out there and I have to do whatever it takes to seize this moment. I cannot let myself fall into any traps, even if Azumi isn't the type to play dirty in most aspects of things. I have to be ready for whatever comes my way in this match. I can't let myself get distracted and I have to make sure I pay extra close attention."

She exhales softly, rolling her head around a bit to crack the tension in her neck with a gentle pop. There's a sigh of relief as her head hangs lowly between her legs and AXL gently rubs at her back for a moment. His hand drops after a moment as Savannah sits up again.

"Thanks for the little pep talk. Sorry for taking up your time and for overstaying my welcome. I really do appreciate it though. Enjoy your time with tiny tot. He's a really big handful these days."

She lets out a low whistle, slowly standing to her feet as AXL follows suit. They stand there for a moment, just soaking up the silence, before Savannah glances away from him. Hands tuck into the pockets of her shorts and she waves a hand in a sign of saying goodbye. She takes a couple of steps backwards, watching as AXL returns the wave, before heading out to her car. AXL keeps a watchful eye over her all the way until her car is out of sight and out of mind.

Three days pass by before Savannah shows her face again. This time, it's on the OWA feed, but she's seated on the floor of what appears to be a home gym. It's not much, but it's just enough to keep her busy throughout the days and stay focused and sharp. She grins brightly, waving a hand with slight enthusiasm, before hands fall into her lap. "Well, here we are again. I didn't manage to catch a win in my last match, but I put up one hell of a fight. Big shoutout to my new friend, Theo', for all of his hard work." She claps her hands slowly, before continuing. "Anyway, with that out of the way, there is a new challenge placed before me. One that I am well acquainted with both inside and outside of the ring. Yet, we are also unfamiliar with one another because there have been some changes within myself.”

“I say this time and time again, but I am not the same person I was when I first showed my face around OWA. I think I have made that abundantly clear enough and I know people have a hard time listening. But, I am tired of repeating myself. So, I won’t say anything much else on that. But, you seem to have me confused here. You say history repeats itself, that much is true. After all, look at what we’re up against here: Each other. But, make no mistake about it, Azumi… I do not intend to be the one left in the dust this time. In fact, it’s unfortunate for you, but you cannot take a win off of my back.”

“It’s taken me a long time to come to grips with this new version of myself. The version that I can’t seem to get rid of. The one that bears down upon me like a sack of bricks. It’s not all sunshine and rainbows anymore, that much is true. But, it’s not all darkness either, but I know when to stop allowing people to walk all over me these days. I am no longer willing to be a mere doormat, I am no longer willing to take disrespect from anyone. I know you mean well in the things you’ve said, but I also don’t like how backhanded a lot of those comments are. But, that’s okay! I get it, I’ve made a lot of people lose faith in me for various reasons. But, I’m not making mistakes anymore. I can’t afford to make mistakes.”

“Heart and soul and spirit was not enough before. But, maybe if I keep fighting the good fight and I keep my head on straight and I--”

She cuts herself off abruptly, loud laughter spilling from her lips as she tosses her head back. She rocks slightly on impact, but catches herself as she shakes her head.

“Let’s be real here, heart and soul and spirit never did much for me before. But, I’ve still got it. Somewhere in there. It shows every single time I step foot into the ring and this time? I won’t hold back a single punch, a single kick, a single strike. I know where I went wrong the last time, I know that I cannot afford to allow myself to slip up even just a smidge. So, I have to give everything I have in order to accomplish something. I have to drop the nice girl stuff and stop allowing people to think I’m the weak link. Savannah Sunshine is not the weak link, not now, not anymore.”

“I like you, Azumi. I really do. That’s why I’m going to enjoy every single second of this match with you. It’ll be a constant reminder that you took everything from me. That you took what I had worked so hard to earn once upon a time. Just know, whatever happens out in that ring? It’s just business. It’s nothing personal, right? Of course it isn’t… Good luck! You’re definitely going to need it.”

There’s a bright grin on Savannah’s lips as she waves a hand towards the camera once more, shifting forward to grab her cellphone as the scene soon comes to a close.

Devi Krysis and The Banshee have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 28th 2021, 4:28 pm by **The Council**

One victory. One victory is what has been chalked up since you’ve last laid your eyes on me. You know the dominance and the poise in which RD3, and I were to dispatch of our opponents. People wanted excitement. They wanted a title match, they wanted what they paid for and we gave it to them. The council, we delivered, and we decided right then and there who will be able to take these titles from us. What’s apparent to everyone now, is that those people are nowhere to be found within OWA. Hell, we don’t know if they even exist. We know that those who need to take it these titles from us are those with the gumption and attitude to try and overthrow a regime that has been many years in the making. Yet they want to try and try as they might it’s not enough. We’re on a different level, we’re able to do what we want because we’ve earned it. Being a team that was made out of the animosity we had for each other and the team that emerged from it became the one to beat. Oasis knew what he was doing. He wanted a team that could beat everyone in this entire system so he got me and RD3 together to do just that. Now I still hate his guts, I still hate what he thought he could do when I brought the power to him, but other than that I still team with him because of one thing, we know what it takes to keep our reign together. You see teams work because people think they need a bond. But what’s a better bond then knowing your partner can handle their own. You see when it came down to it, when it came down to winning our titles, me and RD3 held the advantage of trust in our partner. We knew our strengths would be enough to get us through with what was needed of us, and it did in the end. We did what we needed to do, we gave what we needed to give, and we became a better team than any of those other teams could even imagine. And not because of teamwork, but because of just the simple fact that we are better. So many will try and so many will keep coming to bat and they’ll keep falling. Just look at who we have before us now.

We have a man who I haven’t seen ever, and another whose name doesn’t even ring a bell. An Unknown and the Unseen, it’s bothersome, it’s insulting of my own caliber to put these types of assholes in our path. You continue to see the degradation of the tag titles the mere instance where they want to keep throwing us no names so that they can feel good about actually giving us “competition” without giving us noteworthy opponents. This is not only what Kingdom has fallen to but what OWA is about. OWA continues to throw unworthy people to the wolves so they can try and satiate the hunger. But what they’re doing is just letting us get more and more hungry. It’s very unbecoming of this promotion, to continue to do this to us because they think they can try to do the bare minimum. I don’t know who else is in charge, I don’t know who they think they’re pleasing, but it seems to be that they want to do it this way so that they can keep pleasing. It’s insane, it’s out of the ordinary and, for me, it’s just downright disrespectful to what I can bring to the table in terms of entertainment and wrestling. Backstage wants to take it easy and wants to just bring in people they think will be good when in actuality they need to utilize everyone in the back so that they can show off their talent. Because that’s what these titles deserve. They deserve to see the best brought to their knees and the best brought down before the whole world. It’s all that these cattle know, and it’s all that they will know. I want competition so I can continue to show these people what it means to be a champion. Without being able to show them that or even just to give them that right to it, then what was winning the gold for. I want to be in history books, I want to fill it with accolade upon accolade, something not many people here are able to do. And because of this I need the competition. If I don’t have it then I’ll keep eliminating these little lambs until we finally get someone. Jodan, Ishikari, I hope you have made peace with whatever god you believe in. I hope you have because you’re going to need them by your side when you step in that ring. If not then you’ll just need to hand in your papers and tell OWA you’re done.

Re: OWA Promos May 28th 2021, 3:18 pm by **Darkane**

When you come at the GraveWorm you best not miss.

I hope that’s etched on my tombstone one day whenever I kick the bucket.

Reason being - in my youth when I was around eighteen or nineteen I got bagged red-handed for robbing a bank plus assault and battery for good measure. My dumbass walked in without a piece, without a cover-up or anything, right up to the teller, balls to the wall, and adrenaline pumping. I yanked that bitch into the pane of glass between us through the little slot where you exchange checks and shit. She cracked her fucking skull so hard there was a chip in the glass from her front tooth. Of course, she would go on to press charges when she came out of a medically induced coma a week and a half later. I was eventually tackled and tazed with a military bag full of cash once I made my rounds and my body lit up like a pinball machine. My lawyer at the time who was no Saul Goodman in his own right somehow made me plead guilty and wormed me into a ten-year sentence. He said I should count my lucky stars and I said he should go fuck himself.

I’ll tell you this much. Morgan Freeman said it best: Prison is no fairy tale world.

You gotta have your connections, you gotta watch your six at all times and you certainly can’t lone wolf it. Even the baddest motherfuckers ran with their crews at all times. When I first arrived I was definitely singled out. I mean a fresh-faced baby Darkane at nineteen years old wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but I held my own. And as the months passed I started to gain a reputation, and eventually about a year in I was my block’s kingpin. Everybody from cold-blooded killers, to psycho fucking maniacs plucking wings off of flies, and even tax evaders wanted to test their own merit and see how their deck stacked against Darkane. So every couple of weeks or so I held a contest. I’d have a mile-long line backed into the kitchen sometimes, of assholes who would get one punch and one punch only. One shot to knock me clean out on my ass, and if they succeeded their reputation skyrocketed. Only one man managed to do so and he cheated by stomping on my foot first, the fuckin’ prick.

Like I said, when you come at the GraveWorm you best not miss.

And Stark? You couldn’t hit water if you fell off the titanic.

It’s like shooting fish in a barrel at this point.

But you continue to swim, don’t you? A cute little fishy with make-believe red eyes under the impression that he can swim with the sharks until one devours him whole. It’s such a shame ain’t it? How can a man resurrected from the bowels of hell be so fucking powerless? Nate Cage thought he was an advocate from the pits of hell too, carrying out the devil’s work at his behest, only to have a mental breakdown when I separated reality from fiction and made him watch the championship he thought he was pegged for, fall into the hands of someone who outclassed him in every conceivable way. What makes you any different Stark? Oh, that’s right, that stupid M stamped on your face which stemmed from what? A total shitshow to rid Nathan Fiora of the Omega Heavyweight Championship and vanquish The Father and his followers for good. The man who you’ve loathed for years on end, victorious, while you sat there like a spare tit and watched helplessly. I saw it, everybody saw it, the look of disdain on your face as he carried on IN SPITE OF YOU. That whole crusade spun up and drawn out for fucking nothing but I’m sure the next day you were over it, which is so apropos. That is peak Stark; one day he’s in it to win it all, the next day he’s in a cloud of smoke getting his ass rammed on League of Legends with his 420 friendly username: xC0ckshapedB0ngx- on his DX racer down in his man cave without a fucking care in the world.

That’s what separates champions from chumps.

That’s what separates men from boys.

That’s what separates Darkane from Stark.

It’s not rocket science, it really isn’t, but here you are at my doorstep, clamoring for ANOTHER World Championship match, taking the place of someone way more deserving like Noah Reigner, Matt Miles, Finnegan Wakefield, Nobi, and the list goes on and fucking on. I said I was a fighting champion and I will not stray away from that sentiment. I guess if you’re in the ear of people in high places you can get anything your heart desires. What would you do with this championship besides make a fucking mockery out of it? I wouldn’t put it past you to design some fucking botched eyesore of a concept like the Big Bhaker Championship and take the wind out of the Omega Heavyweight Championship’s sails in one fellow swoop. You’d be the kind of brainless sack of shit stoner to stick the Omega Heavyweight Championship in your fish tank at home to make a makeshift castle for them even though they’re belly up in the brown water, you insipid dullard.

Despite your lack of mental capacity and despite your lazy ass, knuckle-dragging train of thought 95% of the time, I’m not going to spare you a morsel of degradation. I’m gonna make you gargle on your fucking innards while you’re in a stupor with that infamous glazed-over look in your eyes. This isn’t a war of attrition, Stark, this is a lamb being led to its slaughter on a fucking conveyer belt. This shit is a room service beatdown, just for mere enjoyment if not to show Graham what I caught in my jowls. Majin Stark? HA! What a fucking farce. You’re the same ragtag ball of shit and wasted potential that’s been rolling downhill since 2017. Even in ‘17 and ‘18 the general consensus was that you mailed it in most of the time and as a rookie in that span, I didn’t know shit from a hole in the ground, who was I to knock you off your pedestal? But I do remember after you won the National Elite Championship, you fucking dogged it in one of the most pitiful championship reigns in wrestling history when you succumbed to, drum roll please….

Prince of Phenomenalolololol.

I can only cringe Stark, I can only cringe. The narrative hasn’t changed one iota since then. For years you’ve been boxed in as a wishy-washy wasted roster space. But Darkane! I won the OWA Television Championship and got my career back on track! Oh really? Bullshit. A worthless fifty six day turd of a reign wiped out by Finnegan Wakefield, the same pretzel rod I fucking DEVASTATED on the same night you puked all over yourself in that weak-ass triple threat with Keelan and Fiora at Clash of Titans. But but Darkane! I PINNED YOU FOR THE SSW PURORESU WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! YEAH! GOTCHA THERE DIDN’T I?

Yeah?

How far did that get you?

I rest my fucking case.

I guess that begs the question. Which Stark will show up on Olympus? Which Stark will either wow the world or let it down once again? I hope it’s Stark at his pinnacle, I truly do. I hope Stark dials it back to where he actually shows up, albeit once in a blue moon, clean as a whistle; passes the urine test and the whole nine. Where he balls his fists and awaits the bell. I’ll walk straight up to you and ask. Is this it? THIS is who opposes me? And by the time The EMTs show up, the ambulance sirens blare, the crowd stands silent and stunned as I collect my pound of flesh holding the Omega Heavyweight Championship above my head. It will be a cruel, wicked reminder.

That even if Stark is at his best.

I will turn him into his fucking worst.

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, Noah Reigner and Rebecca Filth have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Blood trickled down the fingers of Rebecca Brookes as she laid resting in the chair of the emergency department of a random hospital somewhere in Denver, Colorado - the blood coming from the aftermath of the brawl that was taking place before the show with Hana Nakajima, all of it captured on fan footage recording that was uploaded onto YouTube the night of the Odyssey show. The pool of blood below the chair continued to grow with every drop that fell from her fingers, doctors came out from behind their desks to clean up the mess that rested underneath Rebecca but her focus is elsewhere, focus is on what she’s just been through with her former friend. That’s all she could even think about.

“Rebecca? Hey, hey, Rebecca!”

The voice rang out through the halls of the hospital, but the voice sounded familiar, and one that Rebecca was not expecting to hear. Soon turning her head to face down the corridor as he stood up onto her feet, seeing her own brother quickly walking down and reaching out to her- but the sight of her bandaged up and bloodied hand stops him from doing so. Bringing his hands back so he couldn’t hurt her hands anymore than how they already might be hurt.

“Rebecca, are you okay? I saw the clip as I was coming over to here- has she lost her fucking mind or something? What’s going on with you two anymore?”

There’s nothing but silence from Rebecca, keeping her hand close to her chest as she silently takes her seat back where she just was. Ryan took a seat right beside her younger sister, trying to comfort her but there’s simply no emotion on her face. Nothing about her shows any kind of emotion. No body language, a blank expression on her face, a dead set glare in her eyes.

“Rebecca, I need you to talk to me, I can’t just wonder what’s going on in your head by myself. There needs to be some sort of communication between me and you-”

“There doesn’t need to be.”

Her silence is broken but her expressions stay the same, a slight bit of an eye roll but nothing more nor nothing less. Ryan leaned forward, trying to get a better look at Rebecca’s face and to try and grab her attention, breaking her straight-ahead glare.

“I just want to know what went down-”

“I said I don’t need to talk about it!” Interrupting her brother, turning her head to face him as Ryan brings his head back, startled. “I’ve had it up to fucking here with her shit, I thought we were over with it, I thought we were done with it at Final Destination. I hoped it was done between us by then. Then she cost me the biggest prize I could have ever asked for throughout my entire career.”

“...she cost you the OWA Women’s World Championship. One pinfall away from it. I know what she did and I know she shouldn’t have done it.”

“Then why are you asking me how I feel? Why do you ask about what went down or what went through my head? For someone like you, I expected you to know something like that- know the emotion that goes through your body.”

“Because violence isn’t my first answer, Beckie. It never was.” Ryan takes a long, deep breath. “If only you could understand it the same way, Beckie, it could help you so much. It wouldn’t lead you to ending up here every time.“

“Trust me, when I get my hands on her again. There won’t be another time.” A slight chuckle. “Just one last trip to the hospital and that’s it. She’s bringing it upon herself, and if it’s a violently-fused Rebecca she’s looking for then she’s got what she’s wished for.”

“Rebecca, please-”

Rebecca soon stands from her seat and looks to her brother, shaking her head and then walking off back down the hall. Not a word from her, not even a hint to where she’s going, just turning her back on Ryan and distancing herself from him.

“If the doctor comes looking for me, tell them I’ll be back later.”

“Rebecca, for fuck sake! Come back here!”

Ryan’s voice echoed through the halls but it’s no use, Rebecca turns the corner and she’s out of Ryan’s sight, it was a night of confusion and violence. There’s emotions running high, even if people are hiding them from everyone else.

~~~~~~~~

I was this close to becoming the OWA Women’s World Champion.

This. Close.

I don’t think anyone knows how that feels -- I mean, maybe there are some that do but still -- to have someone take the biggest opportunity away from you because they are jealous still after beating them at the grandest stage of them all, and in front of over one hundred thousand people, something like that truly breaks a woman. Mentally, and I’ll happily admit it to you all, I am broken. I am hurt. Leaving myself vulnerable like that and asking for some sort of pity isn’t what I intended to be like but I’m an honest woman and I can speak my mind very clearly and speak about how I truly feel. After what Hana did at the Atlantis Kick Off Show, there weren't tears running down my face, there wasn’t sadness or sorrow hovering over me like a thick fog which left me blinded. There was anger. There was hatred. There was violence. In the heat of every single moment I had for weeks on end, the first answer would be violence. That’s never the first answer to anything, there’s never been any sort of situation where violence is the first answer.

I never thought I’d be saying this but she’s turning me into a version of myself I never knew I had in me, a more violent and anger-filled version of myself that gives zero fucks to the world, that cares for nobody and not even myself. I’ve had many nights where I thought to myself about what if’s or what not -- eventually I’d turn them down because that’s not me. It never was meant to be me -- but simply, I digress, because I have to move on. Hana is another problem for another time, and maybe it’ll be something I bring up soon but this weekend we head to Honolulu and to be frank, I’ve never been there but this weekend brings a heavy fight. It’s not someone I’m going to brush off as a pass by or a weak link. Harper earned her place. Harper earned her spot. I’m not going to forget our past, she was my first opponent on Odyssey. We both made our debuts in the same match on the same night. We’ve been side by side with one another just like that.

I never would think of it to be a friendship but some sort of an agreement. We acknowledge one another’s presences, we acknowledge one another’s success and failures and we move on with our days. This night will be different however. This isn’t about just one match with us in it, this is for the OWA Goddesses Championship and I know Gwen’s got her eyes on my prized possession. My championship. I’ve seen her before when she’s in that zone and she’s fearless, she’s malicious, she’s violent to the core but in a good way. She sees what she wants and she accomplished her goals. But this championship right here, resting on my shoulder every single night, is the one prize she’s had her eyes on since the beginning and I know that all too well. We were in the same match at Civil War when this championship was on the line. We both were teeing off with one another along the way, we both wanted this so badly but sometimes she forgets who truly came out on top and I don’t blame her for it.

There’s been countless times where she’s put me down on the mat and left me looking up at the lights and dammit, I’m not afraid to admit it, she’s got my number on numerous occasions, and I’m not scared to say that I fear my reign could simply come to an end in Honolulu but for as long as I breathe the heart of a fuckin’ lion, I will keep this championship close to me. Gwen, we’ve been down this road so many times together and it’s the same swan song with one another, you want to prove yourself whereas I want to stake claims, it was the same when we both debuted on Odyssey all those months ago. But one calendar year later and here we are, with me as the Goddess and you with no crown. I thought by now you’d have stepped up to the plate because, Gwen, I waited for you. Since I won this title at Civil War, I waited patiently for you. I waited and waited and waited but you allowed yourself to be skipped, you allowed yourself to be pushed over, you allowed yourself to be forgotten and that’s not the Gwen I know so well.

What happened to you, Gwen? Where did the old you go that seems to be the push over for everyone?

As I’ve said, you’ve beaten me on numerous occasions and on those numerous occasions, you've beaten me fair and square. You can easily do the same again, but it’s like the tale of Icarus goes, the wings grew and they were made from wax. When he flew too close to the sun, the wings melted and he fell flat into the earth. I’ve watched you rise like a fuckin’ phoenix here on Odyssey and I’ve watched you soar. You’re one of the best around here along with some of the others, but after Civil War, you plummeted and you fell, and then you crashed down into the earth. It seemed like nobody could pick you back up again. A shame really because I was waiting for the moment that Gwen Harper could soar the skies again and come find me inside of the ring but I remember what I said back then, it remains a truthful statement to this day after everything we’ve been through. I made you to be who you are, and without me, there would never have been a Gwen Harper like you see today. I know that got into your head, and I know it hurt you, because the truth hurts and it doesn’t matter if you’re the good girl or the bad girl, the truth’s got to come out either way.

In Honolulu, I look to defend this title and I look to raise the bar for this title, with or without you, Gwen. I look to continue my reign as the OWA Goddesses Champion, with or without you, Gwen. I look to carry a heritage, a prestige, a lineage of this specific championship- with or without you, Gwen. I know you want this as bad as the next person in line but at the end of the day, I’m on another level where I cannot be stopped and I cannot be controlled. This championship stays with The Goddess of War, and I’ll go to war again for this championship with you if I have to. My blood has been boiling a hell of a long time now, Gwen, and I’ve been dying to find someone to let my anger out onto. Sadly, you’re the one standing across the ring from me, and this championship is up for grabs. I really have no choice but to, Gwen.

And as for you, Hana. I hope you’ll be there come this Saturday, because we’re not done yet. Oh, believe me, we surely are not. And whilst I’ve got your attention, I found out something very interesting when I watched the blood drip from my fingers when I constantly bashed your skull in.

Blood is much thicker than water.

And I’m one hard bitch to get through.

Aria Jaxon, Devi Krysis and The Banshee have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 27th 2021, 11:59 pm by **Emmanuelle**

Note: Thanks to Project: Honor and their website for this exclusive footage from their Brazillian tour.

Expotrade Arena
Curitiba, Brazil

After her match, Emmanuelle can be seen beaming as she walks into the shot with two belts in her possession, one in each hand. Everyone knows the one in her left is the WrestleWorld Shogun Championship, proof of the division that she’s ruled with an iron fist since gaining the title months ago. The belt in her right is the newly acquired Warrior Rising Championship, which she just bested the legendary Scott Oasis to win in stunning fashion just moments before the time limit expired. With a smug grin, Emmy drops the belts onto the table with a loud thud in front of the gathering of reporters before dropping into a provided chair and propping her feet up. Before she speaks there is a period of silence, only interrupted by the next match announcement from ringside and booming music.

“Does anyone still doubt my credentials? Hmm? Now, most of you aren’t the typical idiots I see at these pressers so this is more a rhetorical question, but yeah. Is there anyone out there who doesn’t believe that anywhere I go I cannot be a threat? Or am I the only person getting the pattern here? I go to WrestleWorld with only Carlos Rosso’s name to vouch for me and within months I’m an undefeated singles champion. I came to Project Honor a few months later and bided my time with joke matches and quirky opponents. The first time I get a big-time title opportunity, I take it and add it to my collection. I don’t just talk, I get things done. I don’t fold in the big moments, I get bigger. The Warrior Rising Championship is a fitting complimentary piece to my Shogun title. The Shogun title is a symbol of authority, your stature at the top of a hierarchy. This title is a symbol of my rise in pro wrestling. You people don’t really get it though, how unprecedented this is, how ridiculous this is. Barely two years ago I was a fucking ACCOUNTANT. I sat in some office cubicle crunching numbers, nobody took notice of me at all. I was just the cute little half-Japanese girl that idiots tried to hit on because they had an Asian fetish. A year ago, I was a relative unknown in the wrestling world. Nobody outside of California’s independent scene even knew what my name was. I was bullying independent promoters to the point I was the highest paid independent star on the American west coast. Now, look where I am at. A double champion, beating Hall of Famers and superstars left and right. And I’m only scratching the surface of my potential. Yes, you heard me correctly: I can still get even better. But I’m not doing this to prove my strength and shit to the world or write my name in history. That’s some outdated, romantic bullshit. Every time you win one of THESE (holds up both belts), you get more money, more contract offers, more everything. So, I’m not going to stop on my quest of collecting these trinkets. I’m going to have a nice little party here in the city tonight, catch a flight out to Hawaii not long after that, and then I’m going to make another statement but this time in an OWA ring. Thank you all so much for your time, the pleasure was all yours.”

Even as reporters try to scramble to ask her questions in a mix of Portugese and English, Emmy jumps up from the table and collects her titles, walking away without saying another word.

Levels

Most times in life, it’s not about how you start but how you finish. And I think you would be pretty hard pressed to find someone who finishes like I have finished of late. You all know by now the growing list of people I have sonned and daughtered between those wrestling ropes. People that get the respect of not just the fans but the boys and girls in the locker room, people who probably took one look at this rich girl from the Palisades and thought that there was no way in the world she could hang.

Appearances can be deceiving.

Look at my opposition in Hawaii, BIANCA. The mega-star in the making, OWA’s latest shiny toy that they are hyping up. Hell, she’s so brimming with confidence that she’s already laid down the challenge to Alyssa Grace for her briefcase. That is fucking awesome. See, here’s the thing, she can go out there and do that and I respect it. Me? I don’t have to do any of that. People often mistake desperation for taking initiative. Gunning for a guaranteed title shot seems VERY desperate to me, especially for someone so highly touted, someone who is a former World Champion in Japan. I could have just as easily strolled out and demanded the same opportunity, or upstaged her by going for one of the title-toting big dogs right out of the gate but I have shown one trait in my career when it comes to my long-term strategy: Patience.

I like to peep people up close, see what they’re about before making my move. When I won the DreamScape match over in the WrestleWorld territory, I made every champion there sweat it out for weeks on end before I made my move. I saw who was weak, who was strong, who was ripe for the pickings. And as you probably know by now, I did not miss my shot.

Project Honor was more of a waiting game for a different reason. Your girl didn’t quite click there the same way she has in other places, so instead of getting down on myself or picking up my ball and going home like so many wrestlers are prone to do, I stuck it out until an opportunity presented itself. Once again, The Princess of the Palisades did NOT fucking miss.

I don’t mind waiting a while to get acclimated to OWA. I always, always play the long game. It’s amusing though to see BIANCA now. I remember when I first stepped into the OWT facility to train when I saw her, her hair was a lot longer and she wasn’t quite as muscular as she is today. I knew the reputation, I knew what the plan and vision for her was but I never came to be blown away by her. Sure, she won the JET title and she’s been OWT Women’s Champion, but can she say she bypassed OWT’s touring circuit entirely because she was so fucking good that there was just nothing for her to do? No. but I can. I wasn’t even wrestling three years ago, I trained with an absolute lunatic two years ago and just over a year ago my wrestling career in big-time promotions started in earnest. Are we really gonna compare the level of competition that BIANCA’s faced to the shit I’ve been through? No. Because there’s a difference between beating Camille Mashima in front of 20 people in a fucking bingo hall than beating a former OWA WOMEN’S WORLD CHAMPION in the Estadio Azteca in front of 90000 people on PPV.

There’s levels to this shit, boys and girls, and you’re looking at the girl who is presently wrestling at a level that only people like Aria Jaxon or Darkane or maybe Finnegan Wakefield would ever understand. When I am at my best, regardless of the opponent, I’m nearly unbeatable. I don’t really have anything against BIANCA either. She’s pretty, she’s tough, she’s a fine wrestler and I think one day she’ll make an outstanding OWA Goddesses Champion or OWA Openweight Champion. Maybe one day she’ll reach the dizzying heights of becoming Outlaw Champion. Perhaps she can find someone on the OWT roster to drag up and they can go after the tag titles. That division is so light and mediocre I’m pretty sure I could win the belts by myself if I pleased, so BIANCA could surely do it with a partner, yeah?

But she’s in for a lifetime of disappointment if she thinks she’s going to be World Champion before me. And in for even more disappointment if she can claim to take me seriously while being more worried about Alyssa Grace sitting at ringside instead of the double-champion and aspiring triple champion that will be standing right across the ring from her.

She wouldn’t be the first one to make the mistake that so many others make. “She’s too little.” “Carlos trained her so how good could she be.” “She’s just here because Diantha’s a buddy of hers.”

Maybe one day people will learn that they’re wrestling an opponent and just their opponent. Not their background, not their friends, just the person standing across the ring from them. Appearances are very much deceiving. People are scared of BIANCA, but to me she’s nothing more than a little attention-starved girl in a monster’s body, trying to bow up and show the world she’s ready for the big time. Unfortunately for Miss Godzilla, I’m not some docile little human just waiting to be trampled. Under this pretty face and flawless skin is a complete fucking savage, a wrestling genius with no time for stories about other people’s ambitions or desires.

That four way match was just a taste, an appetizer to get the OWA Universe addicted to the drug that is the Platinum Standard. This match against BIANCA? This will be art. A work finer than anything that Rembrandt or Raphael or Bernini could even fathom. I’m going to utterly embarrass this girl while all the hoes are watching and do it with so much style, finesse and flair that my inbox is going to be filled with offers for title matches, endorsements and contract offers.

This weekend, you all are going to learn that even OWA’s golden calves, their special children, their monsters-in-training still have to heed that special rule, that Platinum Rule, the cardinal rule of survival in professional wrestling:

Don’t. Fuck. With. Emmanuelle.

The Banshee and Darkane have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 27th 2021, 11:43 pm by **The Banshee**

ODYSSEY PROMO 2

The camera opens up inside the Odyssey Ring, which has been set up at the Stan Sheriff Center in Honolulu, the site of the next Saturday Night Odyssey. The Banshee is standing alone in the ring, Karma not in her hands, but a microphone instead. The arena is dark and empty, save for a few ambient lights over the ring.

"Ahh, so the little chihuahua has a bit of bark in her after all... perhaps this match won't be as boring as I initially thought... I mean, yeah, I'm gonna destroy NAMI once again, maybe teach her a bit of humility in the process... but truth be told, I just want to make the bitch scream for mercy while simultaneously denying that very mercy to her! And yes, your manager, boyfriend, or whoever the hell Oni Ushii is, that bastard is correct about one thing: facing you is an insult to someone of my caliber and talent, because you have no talent whatsoever. Do you think that what you've done outside of these ropes matters to The Banshee? Do you think that all your little league amateur tournament wins impress me at all? The only thing impressive that you've done so far is actually believe that you have a fighting chance against the Queen of the Monsters... You call yourself the Golden Queen, well when I tried to Google that... maybe the details aren't important, but your nickname is definitely a "filthy one," but I suppose it's better than calling yourself the Hentai Queen... Your manager is a bit daft too, trying to compare you to Azumi Goto, when you don't deserve to lick the dirt off her boots... You're one pathetic bitch."

"Oni Ushii, you silly bastard... You claim that The Banshee is still "human?" I killed my humanity off with a self-inflicted lobotomy... in other words, I literally killed "myself" just to prove a point... that without Morrighan's "humanity" holding me back, I've become the strongest deity on Odyssey... no, in fact, there is no one stronger in the entire OWA than The Banshee! So don't think that making me bleed means anything, because the sight of blood does nothing for me... it's your soul that I truly hunger for..."

"NAMI, perhaps Oni slapped you once too many times, because he is a very terrible hype-man for you... leading you to slaughter, my little lamb, that's exactly what he's done... For I am a WRESTLING GOD, AND YOU WILL SERVE AS MY SACRIFICIAL TRIBUTE! I will spill your blood in my own honor, and like before, you shall serve as a warning to all those who oppose The Banshee!"

"Am I mad that Aria booked you against me as the opening match? Yes, but not for the reasons you think... no one is more suited for the main event than The Banshee... NO ONE! The Banshee is a "closer," and Main Events are for "closers," whereas you, NAMI, don't even belong on the same card as The Banshee!"

"Oni Ushii, just so you're aware you stupid bastard, that little comment of yours that The Banshee should "worship the ground" that NAMI walks on? You will pay for that remark... but at least NAMI can have a potential roommate when I hospitalize the both of you without breaking a single sweat... If anything, both of you, along with every other sorry ass excuse for an athlete in the OWA should be revering me as the ONE AND ONLY TRUE ROYALTY OF ODYSSEY! I'M THE QUEEN OF THE MONSTERS! NAMI, you're not a queen, not a princess, not even a council member... now bow to me, bitch, and maybe I let you walk away with some of your limbs and organs still intact... but no promises..."

"So NAMI, you think that beating up people in Japan twice your size makes you some sort of big-shot? You think that puts you in The Banshee's league? You're not even in my universe, bitch! So you won some sort of championship in Japan? Well, this isn't JAPAN! This isn't a JET show, this isn't some second-rate league like EAW, this is the top organization on the fucking planet! And do you think that gold is my current goal? The Banshee can claim gold whenever she wants, but right now, the most valuable currency to The Banshee is the blood of those who dare to disrespect her, like Diantha Rosso... NAMI, remember when your arm was snapped in half? Were we in any type of "playhouse" or special structure? Or were we in the middle of this very ring? That's right, there were nothing involved other than me and you... and how did that turn out for you? So don't think that The Banshee needs any special settings, tools, or powers to beat some young upstart that couldn't hack it in a karaoke lounge! But you know something, you are right about one thing... Morrighan McDonnell was a failure... why do you think I killed her, bitch? So keep telling yourself that you're facing Morrighan underneath some clown makeup, because the only one wearing a rubber nose and large shoes around here is you, because if you think you deserve to even breathe the same air as The Banshee, let alone step into the same ring.... well, you're the biggest fucking clown around, you stupid Bozo-looking bitch! Oh, and here's a couple of parting words for you and Oni, as I'll see you both on Saturday..."

".... OOGA BOOGA!"

Re: OWA Promos May 27th 2021, 11:34 pm by **Revy**

My Way

Hey, LeBrock, why don’t you shut the fuck up and let Nakita speak for herself. She’s a grown ass woman, and I hope she can certainly take a beating like one. I don’t give a damn if you are out here trying to re-write your history, but how about you stay the fuck away from re-writing mine. That’s not how this work and if you are trying to convince DuBov this is how destiny works, it isn’t.

Destiny has already dictated my existence is suffering. You want to change all of this shit? You want to fix it. By all means, do it. Correct the orders of life and make my pain go away. Make growing up in the shadow of a brother who was a prodigy go away. Make my short marriage because of company bullshit because they didn’t want be burdened by the name of a “McQueen” go away. Make knowing that I have been nothing more but a fuckin tool my entire life, whether the military, wrestling, you name it, make that go away! The public, big corporations, they have all told me that I am nothing more than an asset, and people look at me like it’s weird that someone like me just wants friends that can treat me as just that, a human being. All my life, all you can do is look down on me, and here you are Nakita, using a stooge to talk about me instead of saying that shit to my face, because what? I’m not worthy enough for you?

And now that I finally want something, I want revenge, you want to take that away from me, and you don’t even have the damn decency to directly talk to me. Let’s stop the pussyfooting and walking on egg shell and just acknowledge the elephant in the room. I know how everyone sees me backstage. It sickens you all to see me this close to the world title, and you all were right to be worried, because all I can think about now is just how I intend to do destroy it. You’re right? I do have the C-4s. I have incinerators! I have hydraulic presses, acid, and even enough firepower to launch it to the fuckin sun! I probably have enough of an arsenal to bring down an entire country if I wanted to, but believe it or not, I’m not in the interest of starting wars, I’m in the business of ending them. All you bitches back here, all you know how to do is start shit and fight.

It’s hard now. It really is, especially with April gone. Jonetta was the only friend I had back there, and even that is a wash now, so once again, I, Revy am left all alone, and based on your declaration, you intend to keep me that way. ...I want this, and I am not your tool. No one is gonna convince me. There is no change of heart here. I’m committed to this. I’m focused. Don’t act like this was all your masterplan. You were not booked to stop me. This, this should be a simply wrestling match that you probably would had won, but you had to go out here and run your mouth and convince everyone that Nakita DuBov is gonna save Odyssey from this menace, Revy, and coat tail off controversy that I started, because the sad fuckin truth is, that is really all you can do.

You can’t make waves on your own, let’s spin the media and make Revy the bad guy, and you know what? I don’t fuckin care. There are 99 things trying to ruin my life, and you, Nakita, ain’t gonna be one of them. I am a lot of things, I’m a bitch. I’m a cheater. I’m an idiot, and I’m a loser. But the one thing I haven’t been, I haven’t been a liar. Every single god damn night, I bare my truth to the world. My heart and soul, and to think, how stupid I gotta be to do all that, hold back that dangerous side of me and get what in return? I’m a laughing stock and what people back there may consider, “an easy win.” Maybe some other night, Nakita, but not this night. No… I’m not holding back no more. I’m not gonna follow the rules out of common courtesy. I’m not gonna stick to flashbangs knowing that it’s not fatal anymore. What you have coming, Nakita, you don’t deserve it. But I can assure you, a lot of targets I had in a previous career, they didn’t deserve it either. In the end, it’s part of the job, and you should treat it as such, a job. Don’t twist the narrative from what it really is. Don’t try to use this moment to assert yourself into the moment, because all that is gonna do is result in you falling flat on your face and looking stupid.

But lucky for you, I’m here, so people aren’t gonna pay attention to you and focus on me, Revy. The difference between you and I, Nakita, whether you win or lose, nobody gives a shit, but with me, they love to see me lose and hate to see me win. And I have no intention of rewriting that. It is what it is, the the best thing for me to do now is to just steer into it. I can’t win any of you over. Not you, not anyone backstage. I tried so hard, to just convince maybe just one… JUST ONE to not hate me. And I couldn’t. I failed at that too. And the sad truth is, just maybe…. JUST MAYBE! If I had one friend, we wouldn’t need to go down this way. Me, seeking revenge and cursing THAT…. The OWA Women’s Championship.

The title never meant anything to me. It didn’t matter to me that everyone else would go to war for it, but as long as I had some kind of companionship, it was ok. But I couldn’t even have that, and here you are, rubbing salt in my wound, pointing out the obvious, that I am a complete and utter failure and have no place here. Well Fuck you and Everyone else. You all want the championship?! If I can’t have what I want, then neither can any of you all! Yeah…. I’m gonna be…. THAT PETTY…. ASS…..BITCH!

Fuck you Nakita. Fuck you and your incredibly long and hard to spell and pronounce nickname! I’ll have you know that I don’t fight to win. All my life, I’ve always fought to survive, and despite all the bullshit that has come my way, I’m still standing, because in the end, I cannot die, I will not die, and if I go down, I’m gonna bring you, that OWA Women’s Title, Jonetta, and everyone else dumb enough to follow with me. I don’t just bring pain, I bring misery. You better fight to win, Nakita, because if you down, it’s nothing but a downward spiral for you from here. And maybe then, when I get my hands on the title, and I destroy the shit out of it, you will finally get it. You will all finally get it. You will all understand what it’s like to watch something you work so hard to obtain, to protect, and worship, get destroyed before your very eyes. Because DuBov, that is exactly what Jonetta did to me, and you have the god damn audacity to send your little bitch to tell me this is where my story ends? ….Big…. fuckin… mistake!

Aria Jaxon, "The Golden Voice", HellFighterINC and The Banshee have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 27th 2021, 9:56 pm by **Stark**

(The feed opens up to an awkward selfie camera view of NAMI’s bodyguard, best friend, and manager, Oni Ushii. Oni Ushii looks confused until she presses the button to flip it to the back camera. NAMI’s penthouse comes into view, but The Golden Queen is nowhere to be seen. Ushii grunts and starts walking around looking for her.)

Oni Ushii: Come on NAMI. Get over here. I didn’t let the interviewer in this time. We’ll do the segment ourselves, hmph.

(Still no sign of NAMI. Ushii continues searching for NAMI, going through the kitchen, to her bathroom, to the cocaine room, finally walking into her bedroom. Ushii checks the balcony and hot tub, but she isn’t there. Ushii turns around and almost drops her phone after being startled. She sees long hairs on the floor in front of NAMI’s bed. Ushii kneels down to check...)

Oni Ushii: Are you serious?

(Ushii turns the flash on the camera and sees NAMI hiding underneath her bed. NAMI looks frightened with eyes wide.)

NAMI: Is she here?

Oni Ushii: The interviewer? No, I told her to leave --

NAMI: Not her...

(NAMI peeks her head out from underneath the bed and glances around.)

Oni Ushii: Who? It’s just me and you here.

(NAMI tucks her head back underneath the bed.)

NAMI: She’s here I can feel it...

Oni Ushii: Oh, do you mean The Banshee?

NAMI: YES! Don’t say her name out loud, are you crazy?!

Oni Ushii: Relax. Get out from under there.

NAMI: NO! --

(NAMI starts kicking and screaming as Oni Ushii grabs her by the arms and pulls her out. Ushii picks NAMI up to her shoulders and ignores her banging her fists on her back trying to break free. Ushii holds the phone at an awkward angle as she carries NAMI out to the living room, throwing her on the couch and sitting down across from her. The camera is focused on NAMI, and her disheveled hair, baggy eyes, and pale skin - the hallmarks of someone who hasn’t slept in days.)

NAMI: Are you recording me?! Are you uploading this?! What the hell are you --

(NAMI gets up to grab her phone but Ushii pushes her back to her seat.)

Oni Ushii: Listen girl. Sit down. You didn’t come all this way to be scared now.

NAMI: I don’t know about you, but I’M the one who has to get in the ring with that monster. You saw what she did to Azumi! If Azumi can’t even fight her then how can I?

Oni Ushii: Those were different circumstances. Unless Banshee shows up at an abandoned hospital with me tied up to a torture machine, you can’t compare the situation. Remember, underneath the paint, underneath the insanity and that desire to punish and torture everyone in her path, underneath her otherworldly powers, underneath her endless rage and vengeance for anyone who ever crosses her path --

NAMI: IS THIS SUPPOSED TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER?!

Oni Ushii: Let me finish. Underneath all of that... she’s still a human. No different than you at the end of the day. Well actually she’s very strong unlike you, and despite having a personality disorder, she’s more sane than you. Let’s ignore all of that though. I don’t think we need to talk any further about what The Banshee can do or what she’s capable of. You already learned that lesson in the harshest way possible. She defeated you so badly that you were ashamed to show your face in this country for months. It took a six month JET Academy Championship for you to regain the confidence to return to OWA. Now are you going to let all of that work, energy, and effort go to waste just because you’re too scared to stand up to someone who’s kicked your ass in the past? Remember where you came from NAMI. Failure isn’t new to you, and neither is fear. You’ve lived through both, in your idol days, in your wrestling days, even in your personal life. You lived through it all but you conquered it and you’re here now, better than ever, right? You’re not the same NAMI that The Banshee dominated last time. You’re finally starting to live up to your title of The Golden Queen in wrestling. Your work is paying off, and your quiet effort is starting to be known. Your popularity grows, people are taking note of your skill. You’ve worked so hard to make it this far, and I can’t lie - I still don’t think you can beat The Banshee. But what you can do is stand across from her with no fear in your eyes. What you can do is look her down, woman to woman, and show her that you’re someone she can’t disregard or take easily. Show her how far you’ve come and how much stronger you’ve gotten. Don’t let her kick your ass so easily. Knock her to the ground, hit her with everything you have, make HER fear YOU. You’re capable of at least all of that, it’s not like you had an easy time over in JET when you were gone from here. You continued to improve, you defended that JET Academy Championship with the fire and ferocity of a top champion, of a woman deserving of the title of ‘Queen’. Sure I may have helped you out here and there, and I’ll be there to help you again. But when I see you get into that zone, you forget I’m even there. I don’t think you can even see the fans or arena, or anything outside of the ring. That state of mind I’ve seen you reach where it’s just you and your opponent in your head and nothing else, that’s what you need to even have a chance of fighting The Banshee. But you’ll never reach that mental state if you’re scared NAMI. So let me ask you woman to woman, and I need you to answer me as honestly as possible...

(Oni Ushii leans in, coming face to face with NAMI.)

Oni Ushii: Are you scared of The Banshee?

(NAMI turns her head to the side to avoid eye contact with Oni Ushii and starts fidgeting her leg.)

NAMI: .... Yes. I’m scared of The Banshee.

Oni Ushii: Then we need to --

(NAMI turns face to face with Oni Ushii and stands up confidently.)

NAMI: I’m scared of The Banshee, but that doesn’t mean I won’t fight her! I’ll show her what it takes to be the Golden Queen --

Oni Ushii: OOGA BOOGA!!!

(NAMI screams and drops to the ground, trying to crawl under the couch. Oni Ushii shakes her head and reaches down to grab her, picking her up and throwing her back on the couch. NAMI tries hiding her head but Oni Ushii holds her face to face with herself. NAMI sobs uncontrollably.)

Oni Ushii: Listen.

NAMI: STOP! This isn’t a joke! She threatened me!

Oni Ushii: SO WHAT?! That’s what you’re supposed to do before a match! Get yourself together before I slap some sense into you!

NAMI: NO DON’T HIT MY FACE! Okay, I’ll calm down. Put me down.

(Oni Ushii lets go of NAMI and NAMI plops down on the couch before sitting up straight.)

Oni Ushii: So what if she threatened you? I watched her video too. To be honest, I don’t think she even considers you an opponent. She’s more concerned about Diantha Rosso right now. To her, facing you is an offense. She thinks you’re below her. That you don’t have the ability or even the right to challenge her.

NAMI: She’s right. Last time I got into the ring with her I embarrassed myself. She injured me, she came after me and hurt me like she had a vengeance against me and I didn’t even know her! That was our first time ever even stepping into the ring together! Now that she remembers me? That she knows who I am? That I dare come back and try to face her again... She’s mad about it! She thinks I’m disrespecting her! She’s mad at Aria Jaxon for even booking me against her, she’s going to kill me this time! I’m just standing in front of her way of Diantha and she’s going to mutilate me this time to get me out of her way for good!

Oni Ushii: You’re right. That’s exactly how she thinks, and that’s exactly what she wants to do to you. But are you going to let her? To be honest NAMI, I’m surprised to see you this scared. Against anyone else, would you tolerate such blatant disrespect? She’s booked against you and barely even spoke on you. She’s more worried about Diantha Rosso and what’s to come in the weeks ahead that she isn’t even focused on who’s standing in front of her now. Like I said, you’re different from when you faced her last time. She thinks she’ll be facing the same scrub that she wiped the floor with last time. Is that true? Are you going to admit before you even go in? Show her that she’s wrong and foolish for acting like you’re beneath her. She shouldn’t be worrying about whenever she has to fight Diantha Rosso, she should be focused on the woman standing in front of her. Are you just some ant that she can step on and move forward with her day, or are you The Golden Queen?! Shouldn’t she be in awe of your shine and excellence? Shouldn’t she be on her hands and knees in reverence! She shouldn’t be using you as an example of her power, she should be using you as the standard to measure hers! She should be kissing the ground you walk on, not spitting in your face! Get yourself together and remember who you are!

(NAMI sits back and takes a deep breath. Suddenly a scowl takes over her face and she sits back up.)

NAMI: You’re... you’re... you’re right! Who does this BITCH think she is?! You snapped my arm like a twig? I’m a TWIG to you?! Bitch I’m skinny but I’ve beaten women twice your size in Japan! Oh and speaking of my time in Japan, I was actually a champion back there! Many months, many defenses, but it’s not something you’d be able to understand. You’ve been on Odyssey for well over a year now, how many championships have you won? Let’s forget about your in-ring achievements or the fact that you knew you’d NEVER beat Azumi Goto, and that’s why you orchestrated your stupid little “playhouse”, because you knew that the only way you’d ever be able to compete with a legend like her is to hole yourself up in that mental asylum with your shitty booby traps and evil VOODOO! I can’t respect someone like you who has to play games to win. I could just as easily take the easy path like you did, but unlike myself, you’re a pathetic and scared little girl. You failed as Morrighan McDonnell. Over and over again, you failed. People thought nothing of you, you were nothing more than some failed OWT call-up or wherever you came from, and that’s when you realized that all of your failures as an in-ring competitor could be made up for with your Academy Award tier set production and your deal with the Devil or whatever else gave you that awful magic. Just like you called me a sacrificial lamb, you yourself were the same. Don’t tell me there wasn’t a point in Odyssey’s history when someone could see that they would face Morrighan McDonnell and scoff and call it an easy win. Just like you’re underestimating me now, I know that you yourself have been underestimated in the past. So when you look underneath it all, I’ll tell you exactly what The Banshee is - the product of all of Morrighan McDonnell’s insecurities, including her ugly wrinkly face that she needs to hide behind her face paint, let alone her failures as a wrestler. Thanks for the pep talk Oni, honestly, I wouldn’t be able to do it without you, and as for this piece of shit who’s so bold enough to underestimate me and think of me as several levels beneath her... Morrighan, you’re about to learn that all throughout those fairy tales they used to read us when we were children, every ugly hag, witch, or banshee is just another tiny hindrance to the Golden Queen, the hero of the story, and ultimately... The winner at the end.

(NAMI grabs the phone out of Oni Ushii’s hand and ends the feed after that one liner.)

Aria Jaxon and The Banshee have spoken. It’s such good shit!

The Diary of an Appalachian Huntress May 27th 2021, 9:23 pm by **Gwen Harper**

Odyssey 5/29/2021
Goddesses Champion Rebecca Brookes vs. Gwen Harper

What’s Old is New Again

Darkness gives way to the lights of dawn streaking in through the trees. The Camera is focused on an object up in a tree. As the light adjusts, the rungs of wood that lead up to a treestand can be seen. The stand is familiar, infact. The Camera pans down and just below it to see Gwen leaned against the base of the tree. Her eyes are cast downward as if looking at something. After a moment she pushes off the tree and clicks on a flashlight, kneeling down. After a few seconds of her pushing through leaves and dirt her hand comes away with an object. The Camera pans in and shows that it is an animal call. On the side as she rotates it in her hand is the image of a boar. She stands, clicking off the flashlight and heads off into the darker part of the woods, the camera fades out

As the camera fades back in, we are in a clearing. Gwen is pacing around the area, clearly upset. It has become lighter out as night has given way to morning. Over Gwen’s shoulder in the distance, the treestand she was at previously is still visible. As Gwen is walking around her pacing becomes erratic and she is kicking at the underbrush. There is a soft thud as her boot hits something. She stops, leaning down and pics up a weathered arrow. She stands quickly grunting in disgust and then snaps the arrow in two over her knee as the camera once again fades out.

In the Darkness Gwen’s voice is heard.

“Day Twenty One,

It is said that everything always comes back around. The longer I am out here, the more I realize this to be true. I stumbled upon my old deer stand. The one I casually filmed my OWA Debut in. That was a different time. I claimed back then to be a killer. To be the predator no one was expecting. I talked about hunting like I was the be all and end all hunter. When in fact I was already losing my way. I cared more about making an impression and less about the actual hunting I was not only doing at the time, but the hunt I was about to embark on. Being back in that place, it only brought about anger. Anger in myself for discarding tools so easily to look good for the camera. Disrespecting the true meaning of the hunt and what it was for.

Not only that, but I exposed myself. I let myself be seen by my opponents. Women who were ready to rip me to shreds. I was so Naive back then. But one thing walking these old trails is teaching me is that I had forgotten so much of what I had once learned. But that is all changing. Being back here. Being alone with my thoughts and the animals. It is unlocking something feral inside of me. When you are out here you are part of the food chain. Something I didn't think possible in OWA, How could I be anyone's prey. How Naive…”

A Roar rips through the darkness on screen and suddenly light streaks in. Gwen is in a full on run through the forest. Ducking and weaving her way around trees. We see branches catching her clothes, one smacks her across the face cutting her open, but she doesnt stop. A second roar, just as loud as before is heard and over her shoulder we see a large black bear running her down. Two Arrows are already sticking out of the bear's hide. The damage only seemingly pissing off said bear. Lucky for Gwen, the thick forest is helping to keep the bear at a distance. But it is closing quickly.

As Gwen is running she suddenly veers off to her left. The change in direction allows the bear to close the gap slightly. There is a bit of panic in her eyes as she continues to run. As she is weaving her way through the trees she slowly takes out a rope with a grappling hook on the end. With an underhanded heave she sends the hook upwards into the trees, we see it twirl around a heavy branch a few times and lock into place. Suddenly Gwen jumps. The path before her ending in 15 foot dropoff to the river below. Gwen’s Body Swings out over the ledge just as the Bear passes under her trying to stop its momentum but being to late as it flails in the air as it falls to the river below. We hear another roar, much further away now and see the Bear make it to the far side of the river and lay down on its bank. The camera spins back around showing Gwen on her knees exhausted from the running pulling herself back up the slope to the trail as we fade to darkness once again.

Gwen’s Voice fills the darkness once more.

“Day Twenty Four,

One thing the mountains will remind you of quickly, is that this is a game of survival. There are any number of things in these woods that can have your number. It also humbles you, makes you realize that no matter how strong you think you are there is something bigger and badder just around the corner. It sharpens your mind and your senses. Just because something Bigger and Badder lurks near buy does not mean you can’t find a way to out think it, out run it, out gun it. You do not always have to be the strongest in the fight to make it out the winner. I had forgotten this. I made a habit of puffing out my chest, claiming to be the toughest bitch in the room, and along the way got my ass handed to me.

That's why, when I look back at My first one on one match with Rebecca Brookes, how I just said she couldn’t win because I was better, I was stronger. But look at us now. She is the OWA Goddesses Champion. A belt I failed to win twice. You see, it was never about strength, she overcame that, outsmarted me and won. And keeps winning. I cared more about being her friend than I did about taking my shot. That is something I have to change, something that is changing inside of me. The only friend I need is the bow on my back. When I step in that ring, my friend is my mind and my body. I am all I need….”

The Darkness gives way to an early afternoon. The camera pans over what looks to be old rustic houses. No power lines visible, but there are clothes hung out on a line drying in the afternoon sun. A lone old pickup sits beside a makeshift shed. As we turn a corner we see a pile of belongings, a bow, knife, backpack, all clearly belonging to Gwen. The Camera pans up and we see her just in the distance. Inside a fence normally used to tame a horse. She is surrounded by three guys, all of them twice her size or more. Gwen has blood on her lips and cheek and is covered in dirt. The first of the three men close in on her wrapping her up with his arms from behind. The second steps in but Gwen Kicks of the ground with both feet and brings them down into the second man’s chest. She then rolls forward, flipping the guy that had her from behind to the ground. She scurries to her feet as the Third moves in but she ducks his haymaker and delivers a low blow right between his legs. He lets out a howl but doesn't go down. So she rears back and delivers another that drops him flat. She spins to her feet as the second guy is back up and she rocks her head forward meeting her forehead to the bridge of his nose with the Buckshot. He drops out cold. She turns to the first guy who is now on his knees and backing away begging her to stop. Gwen does not listen and sprints at the man, driving a knee right into his face, knocking him out.

The scene shifts to a few minutes later. The men are all ties to the fenced area trying to get free, Gwen has made her way to the old ragged pickup and is tossing her things into the back. She looks back at the men and salutes them as she climbs into the cab, cranks up the engine and drives off. Gwen’s eyes are cold as she rocks in the cab to the lay of the road as the camera fades to darkness once again.

Once more Gwen’s voice comes over the darkness.

“Day Thirty Two,

I borrowed a truck to get my ass to the airport. Local paper had an article about the upcoming Odyssey. It all really does circle back around. Me and Becks one on one again. I am not sure how I feel about this. Its for that shiny belt she holds, but me coming back now, its not about the trophies. It’s not about who is better or stronger. It is about who survives and who doesn’t. The truth is, I am coming back to Odyssey, not to fight a friend, no, I am coming back to put an end to the doubts.

I do not intend to stroll back in at the start of season four and just win win win. No I am coming to hunt. Rebecca needs to know what this means. This isn't Good ol’ Gwen Harper sucking on sassafras skipping rocks on the river side. This isn't the party girl throwing down beers and fists with Jeff X. I came home, I came home to become what everyone should fear...The Mountain Mama. The Huntress in me suffered last season, I became weak and lost. I returned home because I needed to remember who I was. I needed to regain that survival mode.

I am coming back to Odyssey to show the world that I do not have to be the best fighter, brawler, no I am coming to show the world I am the Appalachian Huntress. I don’t have to beat you, you have to survive me. I am willing to do what it takes to take down my prey. I plan not to leave victories and celebrations in my wake. No, returning home has reminded me that as a hunter I leave BODIES in my wake.

I admit I am conflicted, I hope Becks understands that none of this is personal. Its not about our history. No, this is about my Future. Unfortunately that means I have to hunt, attack, and kill someone I respect. Again I will be leaving bodies, blood, in my wake. That way, I have something to offer the mountains when I return home. This will be my first test, my first step in reminding not only myself, but everyone else, just who the Appalachian Huntress is. It is a test I plan on passing. I do not have to come home with that title over my shoulder, I know, for most that is the goal. Not for me not for me to return to form. No, that would be a bonus. But the body, the body will be left, broken bruised bleeding. It will send a message, one that Says ‘Gwen Harper is Back’ One to put fear in each and every person in OWA.

It is time I go sight in the bow. Sharpen my knives and arrows. The one thing that I never lost, that I have regained my trust in myself, is once I take my shot. I still don’t miss. Rebecca, I hope she is ready for what's to come. I hope she understands what’s at stake. Kill, or be killed, and well I refuse to be anyones prey..ever again…”

The roar of the bear is heard again as images of a crazed and hungry Gwen Harper flash across the screen as the scene ends.

Aria Jaxon and The Banshee have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Nakita DuBov May 27th 2021, 4:23 pm by **HellFighterINC**

Nakita DuBov

Odyssey Promo #2

verses Revy

"To Be Feared"

(The scene opens inside that large office building where we see "The Fem Phenom" Nakita DuBov seated down in a chair while her advocate, Kevin Edward LeBrock stands by on his styles cane on her right side. Nakita is quiet and focused with her hood pulled up over her head, and she is wearing her round mirror shade sunglasses. LeBrock speaks to his client as he looks down at the woman who is obviously taller and larger than him but he is therefore equal on her level.)

LeBrock: "How was your working out Nakita? I trust that you are ready to take on Revy this week on Odyssey?"

(Nakita says nothing but instead acknowledges LeBrock with a subtle slow nodding "yes" answering his question.)

LeBrock: "I take it that you heard what she had to say about you today?"

(Nakita again, says nothing but acknowledges to LeBrock with another subtle slow nodding "yes" before he continues on.)

LeBrock: "Would you care to respond or add anything?"

(Nakita, this time, says nothing, but acknowledges to LeBrock a slow nodding "no" answering his question.)

LeBrock: "Well, once again I've got this one and pretty much know how to represent you and anticipate your answers. I can do this again; however, if you feel the need to speak, just tap me on the shoulder at any time when your ready. Otherwise, be seen and not heard, you know just be you."

(Nakita, does a nodding "yes" and an "Okay" gesture, as LeBrock pats her on the shoulder and then looks to the camera ready to talk.)

LeBrock: "You know Revy, no bull shit, we like you, really do, and if Nakita DuBov was in this company to make nice with the girls in the back, or kiss the babies in the crowd, and play nice, you'd be on the top of our friends list, but the thing is Revy, Nakita is not here to make friends. There is an old saying that 'it is better to be feared, than it is to be loved'. Nakita has taken that to heart her entire life. You see Revy, in this business, in this dog eat bitch world that we live in breath in, we can never or ever have both. We either fuck people up, or we are the ones that get fucked. Being a big six-foot-four, near two hundred pound, very muscular, very fit, very talented natural athlete, take my word for it that being her friend is the last thing on her mind. Nakita does not play well with others. It is her verses the entire world and she is going to watch it all burn then trample it's smoldering ashes under her feet in order to be the best that the entire OWA has ever seen. Yes, she has played the role and embraces being a tag team partner before but she is not one to form alliances or factions or cliques. She is in this business for herself. Everything that Nakita does is make Nakita eclipse such a names as Aria Jaxon, April Song, Alyssa Grace, and every other woman that is in the back trying their best to ignore her, but her shadow can never be ignored because she is blocking their sun and bringing storm clouds down on their parade. It really does indeed suck that you had to learn these lessons the hard way but again like old cliche says, 'better late than never at all'. Believe it or not Revy, Nakita and I well more than sympathize with your plight and feel where you are coming from and if apathy didn't course through her veins and she didn't lead with her fist and her feet to do all of her talking for her she really would feel all kinds of choked up about having to do damage to your crazy little ass, but that's just the way that it is going to be and that's that. Personally, if I was you, I'd rather have hate in my heart than love because hate is the only thing one can appreciate. Take Nakita, regardless of our sympathies for you, she is still going to look down upon you, look you dead in the eye with those cold green eyes, and fuck you up, but that is makes Nakita...well, Nakita. She doesn't have to rely on her talk and her mouth like Jonetta Stone and try to hurt you with her venomous words, she just does. Nakita doesn't waste time with words. Fighting is the only thing that she knows how to do and she does it very, very well, and if I were you, I'd learn that one real quick. Nakita won't blindside you, she will take the fight right to you and you know what you are going to get."

"But you missed the point that I was making about Nakita, we are not going into this match on Odyssey out of revenge or trying to honor the code. We it before and we will more than reiterate it now. Nakita is coming into this match against you Revy to re-write the narrative and eliminate you from any would be plans of gunning for Jonetta Stone and her OWA World Women's Championship. She is coming in to grind your Houston ass into glass. She is going to turn you into a puffy cloud of red mist, and it will be the end of you before you even had a chance to really begin. Nakita is a woman of sheer will, tangible made for flesh and bone intensity, and of raw focus and she is keyed and locked right onto you with one goal on her mind and that is to seek and destroy and Nakita will not accept anything less than your defeat at her hands in the center of that ring within the Stan Sherriff Center this week on Odyssey. Then, when Nakita is done with you Revy, then she will take her rightful place at the head of the line and go through Jonetta Stone and run through her like the wet tissue paper champion that she is and then set herself firmly upon her throne, plant her heels squarely in the ground, let it take root, and it is there where she will not be moved, not from you, not anybody until her legacy eclipse that of the most latest and most recent inductee of the OWA Hall Of Fame, Aria Jaxon."

"Yeah, we know that these are very lofty ambitions for someone such as Nakita who has had a rather up and down last season when she first came into the OWA, but all that is in the past and now she walks into season four ready to prove both to herself, and to the entire company that she has what it takes to take the crown and run with it into the future. You see Revy, this is all about seeing an opportunity and making the most of it by taking it with both hands not letting go. You are that golden ticket. What you did to Jonetta Stone was just the beginning and Nakita will feast on her just as she will feast on you. She will devour you. She will claim your essence. She will outright fuck you up, and all because you made a god bleed. Well Nakita is going to embrace one old saying and that is 'keep what you kill'. Your defeat at Nakita's hands will serve as a cautionary tale to every woman in the back that nobody screws with Nakita DuBov."

"In closing, I part with these words Revy to you, come Odyssey, bring everything that you've got. Bring you anger, bring your angst, bring your flashbang, bring that shotgun that you spent so much time talking all while you were cleaning and assembling in your promo and you best be prepared to use it because when you do and you find out that it has no affect on 'The Red-Headed Leviathan', then you will have wished that you brought some C-4 and a bazooka, and it still wouldn't stop Nakita from giving you the most vicious ass whooping that you have ever faced in your life. You may of faced a lot of beating in all of your young years as a professional wrestler, but you have never faced an opponent like Nakita DuBov before and after this week, or ever since. Should you actually find it within yourself to somehow manage to survive your encounter with you, just listen to your body and it will tell you just how many of your best and prime years were taken off of your career and your life. When it is all said and done Revy, you are going to be known else other than Jonetta god killer, and that is you will have a severe case of PTSD, and an out of control opiate addiction. So sweet dreams Revy, because after Odyssey, Nakita will be living rent free inside your cranium and haunting your waking dreams as you sleep as you will have to endure reliving this beating over and over again in perfect high def clarity within that 5'7, 122 pound thick skull of yours. So again, I reiterate when I say to you Revy, sucks to be you, and count on it. This is not just prediction, not just a spoiler, it just is. Count on it Revy, count on it."

(A hand taps LeBrock's shoulder as Nakita DuBov stands up from her seat. She pulls off her hood and removes her round mirror shade sunglasses as she beams lasers back into the camera filled with rage and intensity into it.)

LeBrock: "Well looks like you do care to add onto this conversation Nakita. The floor is yours my dear."

Nakita: "I echo and stand by everything that my advocate has said and fully intend to more than back it up on Odyssey Revy and then some with interests. You see Revy, I do have something that matters to me and I get up in the morning every day for. I live for my wife Delilah, and I live for my daughter Tzofiya Rae. She is only two right now, but when she is sitting on her momma's lap and she sees me laying waste to you, to Jonetta Stone, to Dulce Torres, to Diantha Rosso, to Alyssa Grace, and to the entire Odyssey roster and even to that of the other brands throughout the OWA all together, that her mother is and lives up to her name as the 'Evisceration of Armageddon'. Those are whom truly matters to me. They are the only ones that will ever matter to me which means that as much as I may like what you did to Jonetta Kidney Stone or respect why you did what you did, you will never or ever matter to me. See you in the ring at Odyssey, survive if you can, but win you will not."

(The scene fades out as it closes out on Nakita's green eyes.)

Alyssa Grace and The Banshee have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 27th 2021, 11:15 am by Guest

MATT MILES VS DEVIN MITCHELL II
DEAR DEVIN, I WROTE YOU BUT YOU STILL AIN’T CALLIN’

The scene fades in on Matt Miles as he sits poolside behind his house in a pair of shorts and Hawaiian shirt, gold chain around his neck and black Ray-Bans covering his face. He looks down towards his gold Rolex and frowns slightly behind his glasses. He seems confused.

MATT MILES: It’s getting pretty late, isn’t it? Like, dangerously late. For someone who was so ready to talk shit on Olympus I find it very hard to believe that Devin Mitchell has had exactly nothing to say to me since I dropped him on his head. Y’know what? Maybe that’s it! Maybe driving his skull into the mat was just what he needed to knock some sense into that pea-brain of his. Well I’m not done yet. Far from it. As a matter of fact, rather than wait until the 28th rolls around to show you why don’t I go ahead and give you all a fair warning of what’s to come…

With a sigh, Miles rolls his wrists and takes off his glasses, tucking them into his shirt. He shakes his head and sits up to look directly to the camera.

MATT MILES: Let me start right now by just saying that there are three types of greatness, ladies and gents. Some are born great. Some? Some achieve greatness. Others simply have it thrust upon them. Devin Mitchell? You, Devin, slide perfectly into that third and final category, like the last piece of a puzzle that you’ve been looking for, you just fit. You’ve come to OWA with nothing to your name. So right out of the gate that tells us that you were not born great. If you were then your arrival would have been anticipated, your signing revered, the hopes for your career sky high… but that’s simply not the case. You don’t have the reputation preceding you that would make you a huge signing that the likes of Rich Gatsby and Ozymandias benefit from. That leaves us with only two options. Perhaps you are destined to achieve greatness, some might think. OWA is an ocean full of opportunity so surely you’ll find your way to success... but I already know that ain’t gonna happen, Devin, because I know the one thing standing in your way: Me.

Matt points to himself.

MATT MILES: You will soon find that the greatness that has been thrust upon you is not your own but instead I am the greatness. I stand before you now, the greatest challenge you have ever and will ever face and I am one that you will not be able to conquer. It’s as simple as that. Have I achieved the individual success that I hoped to when I finally signed on the dotted line with OWA? Perhaps not… but just take a look at what The Dynasty has accomplished since I came into the fold and you’ll begin to see the bigger picture. A month after my debut, Phantom Troupe cut down your friends The Corsairs and Baba Yaga’s Resistance. Another month goes by and not only has that fucking rat John Doe been disposed of but Jacob Senn has retired Brian Daniels once and for all. Then, to top it all off, Darkane had his arm raised as the winner of the Clash of the Titans. Another month goes by, Jacob Senn is the number one contender to the OWA World Championship and Darkane is The Omega Heavyweight Champion. So I see people calling Senn the leader and that’s fine. He’s the longest tenured member, the most accomplished, the most experienced… but you best believe I’m the guy who whipped The Dynasty into shape. I’m the guy everyone should want on their team because I raise the level of competition everywhere I go. I breed success. They’ve been calling me the Man with the Midas Touch for years and it’s always been for good reason. Everything I touch turns to gold. Literally. That means you can go ahead and consider me the closest you’re ever going to get to it because God knows you’re not going to get anywhere near the Omega Heavyweight Championship so long as I have anything to say about it.

The serious tone comes to an abrupt end when Miles gives a big shrug, chuckling to himself.

MATT MILES: After all, what kind of friend would I be if I allowed Darkane to face any old schmuck? If they can’t handle the scalpel, who’s to know how poorly they’d fare against the cleaver? You may as well look at what I’m doing right now as a favour for you, Devin. I’m putting your name in the lights. The spotlight is shining down on you… and you don’t even have to do a damn thing. Just being in the ring with me is getting you more attention than you ever would have against anyone else including Darkane because he would hold nothing back when ripping you to absolute shreds. No one would even recall your name. The only thing people would remember is how he tore through you. Me? I’m a bit more gentle. You wanna get some licks in? Be my guest. It’ll just make the moment I crush your skull again all the more cathartic. If this is the kind of fun I get to have while I wait for my turn so to speak then I think I can live with that. Besides, I’ve already got a championship match against Nas locked and loaded for Wrestle Spirit. Who’s to say that The Dynasty isn’t holding three world championships by this time next month? There’s a real good possibility that we see that, I promise you. Darkane as Omega Heavyweight Champion, Jacob Senn as OWA World Champion, and Matt Miles as the SSW World Champion… Yeah, I think I like the sound of that. The Dynasty on top exactly where they should be… while fodder like you remains a bottom feeder waiting for any chance at the scraps. Greatness will be thrust upon the entire wrestling world.

Matt laughs, this time for the last time.

MATT MILES: See you Friday, Devin.

The screen fades to black.

END

Re: OWA Promos May 27th 2021, 9:58 am by **Zumi**

--- BIANCA PROMO #1 - TIME FOR A FIRST IMPRESSION ---
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--- VERSUS EMMANUELLE - OWA ODYSSEY - MAY 29TH, 2021 ---

(shoutouts to Haruna for the gif banner and logo)

Omega Wrestling Alliance presents Alpha Profiles - BIANCA

The footage is of a darkened OWA Performance Center’s workout room. The cameraman is behind the imposing figure of BIANCA who is wearing basic training clothes and ready to work out for the video. The Human Kaiju immediately heads towards the weights for basic lifting as an audio clip from a narrator plays.

Narrator: They say that wrestlers with both God-given strength along great speed are a rare breed. It’s either one or the other, in some cases neither. That is not the case with Odyssey’s newest signing and possibly the woman with the most potential in terms of sheer physical ability. The so-called Human Kaiju and Top Tier, the former JET World Champion and OWT Women’s Champion has evolved from her time. Don’t just take my word from it. Take the words of multiple sources.

Soon different audio clips of people who worked with BIANCA in different ways get a chance to talk about her. Ranging from trainers like Miss Manami and Michael Bishop, the two head trainers calling her one of the best when it comes to physical skills but still rough around the edges when it comes to technical abilities despite having won two different world championships. At the same time footage transitions to BIANCA bench pressing her standard 200 pounds without breaking a sweat while being spotted by the OWAPC’s Strength and Conditioning coach. All the while, audio clips of her different opponents from her past such as Zaria Stone, Dani Woods, and such, all of whom take this chance to take shots at their former rival about her arrogance but also comment about her confidence being one of her strongest weapons.

Narrator: As her in-ring debut approaches, we will continue to follow the journey of BIANCA until the important night. From her training regiment and daily life leading up to her great match against Emmanuelle.

[To Be Continued]

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The camera catches BIANCA after her workout, having a chat with the same OWA PC coach that was spotting her during her profile video as he soon leaves and her attention turns to the camera. She quickly takes a sip from her water bottle before she speaks and takes a seat on the workout bench.

I told you all that I was gonna win my debut on the kickoff show. The moment I was announced for that match, you could have closed the casinos that were taking bets on match results. By the way Rebecca and Skylar, you’re welcome. Either of you owes me a cold one whenever you feel like it. Find me backstage whenever to say your thanks, no harm for not doing so right now. Let’s just chat about what happened on Odyssey 62 for a bit.

The tone in her voice was the obvious nonchalant tone that she’s known for. And honestly, she had all the reason to have that tone after she had the world talk about her debut.

From kickoff show to Odyssey’s season premiere episode. I just know how to make great debuts, don’t I? First, I got the win for my team on the Season 4 Kickoff show and then just two weeks later, I had the whole world talking. Stepped right up to one of Odyssey’s top stars and made it clear what I wanted. No other debutant in the history of this brand is gonna end up doing that because the answer is they’re not built differently like me and I’m not saying “built” as in physical. Anyone can work their ass off to end up jacked and look like they’re made out of stone or take cheap ass route with some scottroids. I’m talking about confidence here. That shit is genetically engineered into my DNA. I know how good I am, people know how good I am, so me just walking out during Alyssa’s moment, claiming my shot for her briefcase immediately is just something you should have expected. I can back up my claims because I end up leaving bruise marks on my foes as last memories on my way to winning.

Do you think someone else is gonna walk up and immediately call their shot against Alyssa Grace without having even made their in-ring debut for the brand as I did? I skipped the fucking line by just being me. Do you think Alyssa or Emmanuelle were gonna do that if they were in my place? Fuck no. Nobody else has the guts to do that shit. Because nobody else is BIANCA.

If someone is gonna ask why Alyssa Grace and not just one of the champs?

BIANCA begins to raise a finger for each answer she has to that question.

1. I want that guaranteed title match contract.

2. I felt like it.

3. A contract like Ascension To The Heaven is missing from my resume.

I went out there and did what I wanted to do. I made sure that Odyssey knew that I’m not just a generic new signing like my opponent this week and all the while, I made sure the fans knew that exact same thing. But I think we’ve talked about Odyssey 62 enough, we gotta talk about what is coming up this week in Hawaii.

As she begins to talk about her Odyssey debut, she cracks her knuckles and seems a bit laid back. The confidence is still there as there seems to be no off switch to it.

Emmanuelle and my Odyssey debut. Everyone is talking about Emmy like she’s a big deal. Carlos Rosso’s prized student or whatever but people forget that he wasn’t anything of value to industry until his 30s. And who knows if that shit is passed down to his students where they don’t anything worthwhile until everyone has already passed them by. It took his sister a long ass time to finally end up in the position as Odyssey’s top star but you can say that only happened when the rest of the other “pillars” got their moment. So who knows how long it’s gonna take his pupil. If I want to take bets, it might just take the same amount of time.

Honestly, imagine gloating over wins when people don’t tend to care about the past. It’s the present day that matters and all we know is that you beat NAMI, Azurine, and Nakita. Do I need to flex my wins? Fuck no. Shit isn’t worth my time since everyone knows who I am and what kind of competitors I’m able to beat. But congrats, you beat a fucking twig, someone whose only life skills revolve around Twitter and a literal ape.

You beat the Odyssey equivalent of the circus freaks. And you know what, I can’t stop you feeling proud of that shit. Beating three opponents in one match is impressive but if you added up the collective brain cells of everyone else in the bout, you might get a half decent and functional human brain out of them. By the way, while you were doing that, I went right up to Merida who’s gonna be watching our match to scout me, and stood right up to her, telling her what I want. So tell me who made a more impactful first impression? Definitely wasn’t you, Emmy. If anything, you made an underwhelming first impression.

But nobody is gonna worry about that, you get your chance to give OWA a great second impression... if only your opponent wasn’t me, Emmy. Shit would have been much easier for you. Luck of the draw, I guess. I wouldn’t worry though, so many greats have been known for making great first impressions by taking big Ls early in their career. No one starts with a perfect record.

As she continues to speak, the smug tone is still there with a shit-eating grin to go along with it. BIANCA grabs her water bottle and takes a quick sip of it.

And I won’t lie to you, Emmy. I have a great habit of crossing the line. It’s something I’m really good at, and lucky for me, Odyssey management put me in the spot to test out this so-called cardinal rule of “don’t fuck with Emmanuelle”. I’m already one foot in the door by calling you ‘Emmy’. It just so I’m the master at fucking around and finding out but at the same time, when I do find out, I do so after I win.

I don’t expect anything different from you when you get your chance to speak, we’re both confident bitches. The only difference is that I don’t need to remind people of the clout I earned from being in a different promotion for people to pay attention to me.

It isn’t worth my time to tell people what I’ve done and who I’ve beaten when the internet exists. I rather tell you that I’m gonna beat Emmy, slap her around, and send her packing back to the WrestleWorld island. That shit is gonna happen and I’ll make damn sure of it. You don’t need to be Nostradamus to know that beating was gonna happen.

And Alyssa, I hope you’re gonna be watching closely. My best recommendation is to grab something cheap from the concession stand and a drink while sitting at the commentary table, Merida. I told you that your time is gonna come, a countdown to that moment started on Odyssey 62.

Consider this match as a trailer before you get the same kind of beating.

And to the world out there, getting ready to watch my debut with great anticipation. I want you to consider Odyssey like it’s Tokyo because The New Age Godzilla is here to destroy everything and take everything that you all hold close.

With the typical self-assured BIANCA look still on her face, she gets up from her seat as she heads towards the locker while sipping away at her water. The camera finally fades to black as BIANCA enters the women’s locker room. It isn’t the end as BIANCA’s logo appears on the screen

BIANCA COMING SOON.

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, Michael Bishop, ᴢᴋʏ, Alyssa Grace, The Banshee and Noah Reigner have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 27th 2021, 1:58 am by **The Banshee**

ODYSSEY PROMO

Greater Expectations...

The camera opens up inside a grand foyer of a beautiful palace. Although it’s evidently dark outside, the strong light from the full moon illuminates the entire room in a soft, gray light. A long flight of stairs leading to the second floor sits centered in the shot, as The Banshee comes down the stairs, twirling Karma in her hand as a baton. Suddenly, the lights flickered off as the sharp, crackling sound of thunder pierces the once-silent air. A few flashes of lightning light up the foyer again, only this time it all looks rotted, worn-down, and in a state of neglect and disrepair, almost as if this environment came from another realm entirely, yet The Banshee continues down the stairs, never once breaking stride. Another boom of thunder is followed by the lights flicking back on, showing the foyer back in its original state.

The Banshee: When most Americans think of Hawaii, it’s usually accompanied by images of sunny beaches, dormant volcanos, and colorful shirts. In other words, for many it’s a small slice of paradise, one of the most desired vacation spots on the planet… but many don’t realize that Hawaii, like most other places where the stench of humankind is overly pungent to the nostrils, has a very dark history. Take this place for example, the ‘Iolani Palace in Honolulu. A shining example of the notion of beauty when it comes to American Florentine architecture, ‘Iolani Palace is the only official royal residence anywhere on U.S. soil, making this building right here truly fit for a…

The Banshee turns her head towards the stairs, right as the camera quickly zooms in towards the back of her head, stopping in its tracks once she turns her face back to the camera, a wicked grin on her face.

The Banshee: QUEEN! And no, not some self-bestowed bullshit title of lineage that bitches like the Queens of Wrestling gave themselves just to sell more t-shirts, but actual royalty, and on Odyssey, there is only one true queen... THE QUEEN OF THE MONSTERS… However, what makes this place unusual is that it was built adjacent to Pohukaina, which is a sacred burial ground reserved only for nobility… a royal tomb that locals say is still haunted today, past Hawaiian kings and queens refusing to let go of once what was theirs… Hmmm, that sounds pretty familiar, doesn’t it Karma?

The Banshee holds up Karma to her face, looking directly at her sentient lead pipe. An accompanying voice-over plays over the images, illustrating a look into the mind of The Banshee, since in her twisted mind, Karma is a living object capable of intelligent thoughts and strong opinions.

Karma: Why you involving me in your little Schoolhouse Rock presentation there? What, you think we on the Reading Rainbow or something? Besides, I’m ready to get my tan on! Why we hanging out here, in some creepy-ass hotel when we could be sipping pina coladas out of a pineapple instead?

The Banshee: (slapping her forehead) Oh goddammit Karma, don’t start with me again. You know full well why we’re here… It’s exactly the type of place that feels right at home for creatures of the night… a place where phantoms can thrive… a place where nightmares are born… And Diantha Rosso, your nightmare began on Odyssey once we broke and bloodied your thick skull! That’s why I tolerate your antics, Karma. You’re extremely irritating, but the way you allow me to spill meat out of a split skull is nothing short of elegant and beautiful… Dammit, Karma, why is there an Alexa in the corner?

Karma: That’s because I’m trying to get my jam on while you monologue like some 80s cartoon character! But hey, don’t you got something to show Diantha? You know, that “gift” I managed to find at that gift shop outside the cemetery where Marie Laveau’s grave is?

The Banshee: (smiling) Ah yes, the Voodoo Queen herself… now, this wasn’t some hokey place you found on Trip Advisor, right? This better not be Haiti all over again… remember, you confused a voodoo doll for an action figure?

Karma: Oh you crazy bitch, this place was legit! The best voodoo charms money can buy!

The Banshee pulls out a small doll, a humanoid effigy made of a plush material, with straws of hay poking out of the hastily-stitched holes. The doll has strands of red, blonde, purple, and brown hair covering its head, two “X”s stitched where the eyes should be, with nothing to indicate a mouth. The doll is otherwise bare, except for the name “Diantha Rosso,” which has been written across the doll’s chest… in dried blood, apparently. The Banshee sits the doll down inside the outline of a pentagram drawn on the floor in chalk, a red lit candle at the end of every “point” of the pentagram star. The Banshee then looks back to the camera, still holding Karma in her other hand.

The Banshee: Isn’t this exactly what everyone expects? Let’s talk about “expectations” for a minute… An evil, demonic force like myself is expected to call upon the darkest recesses in order to put the “Heavenly Lioness” through trials and tribulations unlike which she has ever experienced her entire career, only for the former two-time OWA Women’s World Champion to overcome the odds, vanquishing me in the process…

At that moment, The Banshee snaps her fingers before bringing down Karma onto the Diantha “voodoo doll,” which explodes into a ball of blood before the screen flickers to darkness. A few moments later, the screen flickers back on an entirely new setting, which appears to be inside the kitchen of a fine dining restaurant. The Banshee is standing in front of a hot grill, the Diantha “voodoo doll” laying across it, strangely not having a single thread singe despite the strong flames licking up at it. The Banshee is wearing a purple chef’s hat, while Karma has a tiny chef’s apron duct taped to it. In The Banshee’s other hand is a steel spatula, which she uses to flip the Diantha doll up in the air before letting it land back on the hot grill, still never once searing or singeing.

The Banshee: It’s not quite “Hell’s Kitchen,” but it’s still a kitchen from hell…

Karma: Girl, come on… that shit was straight up weak, like almost amateur hour material-

The Banshee: (turning to Karma) ENOUGH!!! Let’s not get away from the point here, Karma… The point, Diantha, is that you are probably used to certain “expectations,” right? As a former champion with nearly no equal, you are EXPECTED to beat every opponent that dares to face off against Odyssey’s newest “Ace.” You are EXPECTED to either chase or defend the top titles on Odyssey… You are EXPECTED to be one of the top merchandise sellers at every live event… But Diantha, I bet you NEVER EXPECTED to suffer brain damage by my hands… just like you never EXPECTED to lose your belt to some unemployed widow, one who, like you, relied on the name of another in order to add any form of credibility to herself… You are “cursed” by your own name, Diantha ROSSO, brother of the "great" (snickers a bit) Carlos Rosso, some glorified has-been who gets his rocks off by vicariously living through his sister’s success, yet she continues to languish in his surprisingly small shadow… The Rossos, like the Drakes, are both are nothing more than overrated parasites feeding off each other just to stay relevant, because let’s face facts… Carlos hasn’t been relevant here in a long time, and you, Diantha, are beginning to realize your own mortality… that you, in fact, are no “lioness” or anything of the sort… You’re just another meat puppet put on this planet for my simple enjoyment… pray that I don’t grow bored with you too quickly…

Karma: Shit, I’m already bored myself. Can I put on The Queen’s Gambit? I heard that show was damn entertaining, even though it’s about some drugged-up chick playing chess. It don’t sound good on paper, but hell-

The Banshee: Karma, right now, you’re killing the one thing that doesn’t bring me any joy: my mood! You’re killing my mood right now… Anyways, let’s talk about the new Odyssey GM for a moment… Aria, it’s painfully obvious that you have this whole “new sheriff in town” mindset going on, and while it’s cute in the same way that it’s cute to watch a pet hamster drown in a fish tank, it presents a potential obstacle to my future goals this summer... So don’t think for a second that The Banshee will follow any rules you set down, especially after your continued slights against someone of my caliber… You think keeping me off the show will prevent me from showing up and wreaking havoc?

Karma: Whoa, but hold up a sec. You’re opening the show this Saturday, so maybe she does see value in you after all… oh, but you’re facing… hold up, who the hell is NAMI?

The Banshee: Oh, I was getting to that… NAMI is an opponent I faced months ago, and once she felt The Torment of The Banshee, I snapped her arm like a dried twig, easily breaking it in several places and putting the bitch on the shelf for several months, simply because… I COULD. There was no other motivation involved, no personal issues with that spoiled bitch who simply couldn’t stand up to The Banshee’s power, which there is no shame in, because NO ONE CAN STAND UP TO MY POWER! Those who doubt me continue to pay the consequences, because the trauma I inflicted upon them will haunt them forever… Aria, I have no doubts your lack of a conscience lets you sleep at night, especially because you booked me a sacrificial lamb that is ripe for slaughtering... an opponent that I already easily and utterly destroyed once before without a second thought, though perhaps it was meant as yet another slight, a sad attempt to insult me by putting me in action against those who are several levels beneath me! You retired just in time, because while I can’t legally put my hands on you outside of the ring… there are so many other creative “avenues” that I can exploit in order to make your reign as the Odyssey GM a short and painful one for you… so if you want to hang on to your position of power a little while longer, than I suggest you start showing me to proper respect that I rightfully deserve. After all, I single-handedly demolished 2/3rds of the so-called Queens of Wrestling, proving that the only Odyssey talent deserving of a royal title is The Banshee, and ONLY THE BANSHEE!

Karma: Alexa, play-

The Banshee: (turning to Karma, whom she is still holding in her hand) What did I say earlier about “killing my mood?” Just put a cork in it, I’m nearly finished here… Christ, good help is so hard to find anymore… Diantha, as I said before, you are cursed with EXPECTATIONS… but against The Banshee, as cliché as it sounds, the only thing you should EXPECT is the UNEXPECTED…

Karma: (laughing) HAHAHA! That shit was cliché as a motherfucker! Someone get this undead bitch a fucking thesaurus!

The Banshee: (rolling her eyes, she puts her thumb and index finger on the bridge of her nose as if fighting off a headache, before shaking her head and looking back at the camera in a menacing manner) WHATEVER! The point is, Diantha, that The Banshee wasn’t quite finished with you after Clash of the Titans, an event that you won largely thanks to my dominance… but this right here isn't just another fight for you... THIS IS WAR... and a war against The Banshee is a war you can't win, not unless you're prepared to come down to hell itself, so you can meet me at my level… prepare to be skinned alive, for my lair needs a “lioness” rug for the fireplace… But Diantha, I do wonder if you’ll be able to surprise me? Will you be able to defy the EXPECTATIONS of all? Because, Diantha, if you want to hold onto any hope of surviving The Banshee's Onslaught, than you’ll need to surpass everyone’s EXPECTATIONS… because you WILL HAVE TO GO TO THAT “DARK PLACE” THAT YOU FEAR TO TRAVEL TO! YOU WILL HAVE TO GO PAST A POINT OF NO RETURN!!! DIANTHA, WILL YOU STAIN YOUR SOUL ENOUGH TO SURVIVE!?! LET NAMI SERVE AS A FUTURE REMINDER TO ALL THOSE WHO CONTINUE TO LOOK PAST MY POWERS! (Turns her head back to Karma) Now, Karma, please close out this message with my carefully hand-picked melody that should evoke fear and shame in those who hear it!

Karma: You got it boss-lady! Alexa, play “Current Mood Playlist!”

Suddenly, “Low” by Flo Rida featuring T-Pain begins blaring through the speakers, causing The Banshee to give an equal-parts look of anger and confusion to Karma, as the lyrics continue spouting through the speakers:

Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was looking at her
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

The Banshee, still looking confused and pissed, tosses Karma up in the air as she grabs the Diantha voodoo doll and hurls it directly at the cameraman holding the camera, apparently hitting him in the crotch, as the camera crashes down and breaks, causing the image to go to static. However, the poor man can be heard slightly over the music, as he says, “My balls! My balls are shattered! Kill me now!” over and over at random, before the feed cuts to black.

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, Michael Bishop and Alyssa Grace have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 27th 2021, 12:52 am by **Revy**

Hurt

(Revy is sitting on a couch in camo pants and a white tanktop. On the table in front of her, there are artillery, weapons, and knive, perfectly laid out and organized as Revy, with a rag and brush in hand, cleaning out the barrel of a disassembled gun. As she continues to clean and re-assemble it, she speaks, not stopping to look at the camera.)

Jokes on you, Nakita. I can’t count….. I can’t count on anyone anymore. Yeah, perhaps I bit off more than I can chew. Typically, people say bad things about me all the time, and I don’t care. Typically, I’d laugh it off and move on, but Jonetta went a step too far when she brought up my brother.

All I ever wanted was friends. Since I was a wee kid, it was hard to find someone that I can genuinely talk to. This isn’t your cliche “I’m not like other girls.” This is people telling other people “don’t associate yourself with her. She’s dangerous, a bad influence. Follow her, and you’ll be led astray.” Why? Was it too much to ask for? For me to have real genuine friends? Surely, you understand, DuBov. You seem like you don’t have a lot of friends.

I’ve taken a lot of beatings in my time as a pro-wrestler. But what Jonetta said, that was honestly the first time I felt I was really hurt. And it hurts, because I tried so hard. SO HARD to be a good and supportive friend. I meant well, I really did. And yeah, maybe I’m not a good friend. I fuck up all the time, And when I do, I’d beat myself up for it. I’d march to the back after every match or segment, and just hit myself in the head, telling myself, “STUPID! STUPID! STUPID!!”

Nakita, I’m not riding high on anything right now. If anything, I’ve hit a new low. Because I got thoughts, now. Bad thoughts now. Thoughts I know I shouldn’t be having, but it doesn’t go away, no matter how much I drink. And great news! I’m drinking again! But not out of celebration with friends or to relax. It’s all to help me focus. Because I know now. I get it. The source of all my problems.

The past month or so, I’ve been troubled, wandering aimlessly, trying to figure out what is wrong with me? I get it now. Jonetta opened my eyes. No, it’s not my need for companionship. It’s not my rashness and impulsive behavior. It’s not the Jewish space lasers that are starting the forest fires! No….. the problem has been there in front of our faces this whole time. The greatest of evil I’ve ever witness, more sinister than Abholos…… I’m talking about the OWA Women’s Championship.

Look at you, Nakita! You are already calling or comparing going against Jonetta almost as if she is a god just because she has that belt. But that title, all it has done is made my life harder. Not being a contender for that title, I was already placed on the bottom of the totem pole here. And you know what? I was ok with that. I accepted my place and never imagine, let only, dreamed of being anywhere near that championship. But then, Demo Corp just broke apart because April wanted it. … Llorona wanted it…. Jonetta wanted it! EVERYBODY WANTS IT! And quite frankly, I didn’t get it. But hey, I’m not here to judge. If a world championship title is needed to justify your place in the business, that is fine.

But all this greed, it kills friendship. It creates fake friendships. It corrupts and creates unhealthy obsession. Whether people want do win it, or people who have already won it want it back! In the ideal world, I would never personally be anywhere near this title and all my friends, they can get a slice of that world title pie. We’d be friends, share the moment, and drink to it. I had low expectation for people… I really did. And in the end, I held myself at a high standard, as a friend. I tried everything to hold our team as group and support and defend when I can. But it wasn’t enough. Jonetta was right. Mizuko got pregnant. April got a promotion. And Moongoose went and did something stupid. But as a friend, I can’t be upset, because in the end, this was what they wanted and all I can do was support their decisions. Yeah, I was upset, but I was happy, because that felt like the right thing to do. And here was Jonetta, making me feel like a utter piece of shit just because she finally got what she wanted. That title, that note, she could had lost if I didn’t intervene!

Jonetta didn’t have to say all those hurtful things. She could had just said “No, I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.” You won’t believe how many times I’ve heard that in my life. And that would had been it, because in the end, all I wanted was what was best for the people I care about. Jonetta, I cared! I really did. If you asked me to walk away and never speak to you again, I would had. I really thought what we had, that was special. But to hear it meant nothing to you, you couldn’t even let me have that. Ignorant Bliss.

But because of that, I’m not gonna let you have any of it. I know what people are thinking. Revy, you stand no chance against Jonetta. She’s leagues ahead of you in terms of talent, strength, and status. And they are right. But if she bleed, she can be knocked out. If she feels pain, she can tap out. If she breathes, she can be killed. And that enough for this David to stand up to any fuckin’ Goliath.

You wanted that championship so badly, Jonetta, that you were willing to walk over your friends just to get it? And now that you got it, now what? Hold on to it as long as possible?! Was this truly all worth it?! Just to get a taste of, as DuBov would put it, of being a “god?” Many years from now, these people they aren’t gonna care about your reign. They aren’t gonna remember the night you won, and if they talk about it, it’s just gonna be just that, a feint memory. These people, they will turn on you and move on the next hottest thing and forget about you! And Jonetta, you fucked up. Because I would had cared. I wouldn’t forget. I would had sung and praise songs of you. That video package, I idolized you! I respected you, and it never was a thought that you would feel the same about me, but would atleast perceive me as a friend, ATLEAST!

But you just had to go there, get on your proverbial high horse and view me as nothing. And because of that, you aren’t safe. Odyssey isn’t safe. Because now, I’m not in the business of making friends. Who would imagine, making friends can hurt me so much, and it just cannot happen as long as THAT! The OWA Women’s Championship exists. And because of this, I make a declaration. I do not care about winning that world championship, but what I do care about is taking it from you …. And putting an end to it. Look what it has made us do? Turn friends into enemies, divide us, and only establish elitism and deceit. No, I’m done with all this bullshit.

That title has got to go and if I have to, I’ll pry it from your cold dead manly hands, Jonetta. And I’m sure every woman on the roster is gonna try to stop me. After all, the history, the legacy that has been established with that belt. Natalie, Dulce, Diantha, etc. Fuck it all! Cancel that shit! So what is it gonna be Nakita? Are you gonna stop me? I’m sure that at some point, you’d want to hold that title in your own hands, but frankly, it’s never gonna happen. Atleast not when I’m done with Jonetta. That’s right. We aren’t on cute nickname bases anymore. Joney is dead to me!

To all of Odyssey, and especially Jonetta, I say this. Get out of my way. As horrible as I may be with my track record in OWA, you won’t believe how much I’ve held back because I didn’t want to go “too far.” You won’t believe how focused I can be when I really want something. And you won’t believe just how far I would go, not to get something I want, but to simply destroy something I hate. Fun and Games is over. You did it. You all fuckin did it. You took me, Revy, who was here to have fun, make friends, and turned me back “no remorse, efficient, killing machine” that I worked so hard to bury.

I don’t want this. I never wanted this. So people who think I’m doing all this for the clout to set myself up for the main event , if it was this easy, I would had done it ages ago. No champion in their right mind would decline a challenge from someone that made them eat a flashbang. It could had been Natalie, It could had been Dulce, Diantha, Alyssa, Nakita, everybody wants Revenge! So Jonetta, you said all those things, I know you aren’t gonna take any of it back, because it was all truth. Now fight me. Put your title on the line , otherwise, as Niki Khan is proof of, there is more than one way for me to take a title off them, and I’m all out of wishes.

It’s been decided. It’s time for the Hunter to become the prey. And i’m gonna make Jonetta regret, not just for saying all those things, but …. For breaking my heart. I loved you. Know that. I would had done anything for you. But to see you become… this… this monster, and helping you get to that point….

(Revy finishes assembling her shot gun and cocks it)

It’s only right that I’ll put you down. You don’t think I’m serious? Watch, Jonetta. Watch what I do to DuBov this week, and know that for you, the worse is yet to come.

Aria Jaxon, Michael Bishop, HellFighterINC, Alyssa Grace and The Banshee have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 26th 2021, 11:56 pm by **Matsuda**

Atlantis Meme #1

Aria Jaxon, Michael Bishop, Bobby Wheeler, Alyssa Grace and RAMBEAUX have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 26th 2021, 11:54 pm by **MYŌJIN**

Withdrawal.

That was the best way Shouta, or better known to the masses as MYOJIN, could describe the way they felt when realizing it had been about around two months since Omega Wrestling Alliance had booked them on the show. Sure, the Shining Star had been booked on other shows- qualifying for the Battle of the Best tournament at the XHF Network's FIRESIDE, steadily but surely gaining more momentum in Project: Honor- but still, there was a hole that was left open for them. Boredom on nights where they had too much free time on their hands instead of getting ready to fly to another show. Wrestling was their number one enjoyment, so you could imagine the excitement in their eyes once they had learned they were being booked for Atlantis!

And it was against an opponent they had never gone against; Rebecca Filth.

The blonde sat in a personal trainer at the movie set, something they despised but ultimately accepted as when they had won the main event of a Project: Honor PPV- They were "gifted" a movie contract, not only that but they were obligated to be cast in the starring role. The movie was a cyberpunk neo-noir film. Shouta held a script in their hands after a screen rest, still in a cyberpunk costume with leather, LED lights, makeup to make them seem somewhat cybernetic, and their hair deliberately spikier than usual. Of course, Shouta wasn't very happy about that.

“You look… different.” Himari, their girlfriend, noted with a sly smile on her face as they threw the script on the couch. She walked up to them and placed a hand on their chest, “Not bad different either.”

Shouta rolled their eyes, “I can't wait to get out of here and back to actually wrestling again. This is ridiculous, I look stupid as hell in this skin-tight crap..”

Himari giggled, patting them on the chest before going to sit down. “レスリングだけを考えていますか？(Do you only think about wrestling?” She asked as they looked in the mirror, taking out eye contact with a deep breath before going to sit down next to the young woman.

“No…” Shouta responded defensively. Himari simply raised her eyebrow in response. They hated that she was able to tell what was on their mind. Sighing, they then rubbed the back of their neck.

“Okay, yeah, I admit I have been. I know you wanted me to relax and focus on having fun with this- but I haven't been booked at any upcoming show besides OWA and I can't help but just… have one thing on my mind.” They admitted, rubbing the side of their cheek with a small frown as they turned on the TV.

“What is that?” She asked, leaning in her seat to get a better look at her partner's face.

“Last Season when I debuted here, I talked about how I was going to be the next big thing- and while I had a pretty good run, Savannah and I did earn that shot at the tag team champions, I just can't help but think it could have been better. Like instead of being just thrown in the BOB Games because there was nothing else for me, I could have been in a high profile match at the end of it..”

“It's not wise to think of what could been.” She said after a small pause, while her English wasn't perfect, she had a good point. “Instead, think of future. 今何ができるか考えてみてください。(Think about what you can do now.)”

Shouta leaned back in their seat, seemingly in thought as they looked back toward Himari. She had a good point. “..You know what? Yeah, I'm gonna do even better this season. I'm going to bring everything I have and more, and I'm going to leave an impact… That all starts with this Atlantis show.”

“Good!” Himari smiled and pressed a kiss on their cheek. Shouta grinned with a newfound sense of ambition, briefly squeezing her hand with affection.

“But first, I'm going to put on something way more comfortable.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Hey, sweethearts! Did you miss me?

I know you did, it's been a while.

Last season of OWA, I ended it with a bang. While I only had been pinned once throughout my run on Kingdom, things didn't exactly go the way I was hoping they would. I didn't win the Clash, but Rumbles tend to be unpredictable that way. I didn't make it into the Ascension match at OWA's biggest show of the year, Final Destination. I've proven plenty of times how capable I am as a singles competitor and that I belong here- and soon enough, bitches will acknowledge me as the best of the best.

While my partner, Savannah Sunshine, and I worked our asses off to gain a chance to become tag team champions- We haven't actually gotten that match yet. And you know what, I'm not all that upset about it yet- I'm patient when I want to be, and that time will come- but for now? I've got to focus on me, myself, and I.

The last time you all saw me, I was in Savannah's corner as she faced Theodor Pavel. I'm pretty good friends with both her and Theo, and Theo's wife, Misaki- and while it was fun to have a front row seat to the action- Now it's finally my turn to get into the ring once more. Oh, and I've been drafted to Olympus- which is bound to be a good time, I always enjoy stepping into new territory.

Though that's all in the future. Right now? I'll be facing the inaugural champion from Kingdom Pro who's making her debut into OWA. Unlike the clown I faced on the last Atlantis I was ever on, I can't just sleep on her and think of the match as a warmup. This is going to be a FIGHT and I respect her.

Well… I respect her as a wrestler, let me make that clear. I don't think very highly of someone who doesn't think of themselves very highly- evident by calling herself Rebecca Filth.

What's up, Becky with the good hair? I've done my research on you- and you're no joke, hun. You were Kingdom Pro's Wrestler of the Year in 2019 and have plenty of awards to your name. Not only that, but you're unorthodox as hell.

Now, I'm as smart as I am beautiful, love. This trashy act of yours that you've grown to be infamous for doesn't do much for me- Acting like a thot might have some incels who've never seen a woman up close embarrassed but.. Honey, I'm not a cookie cutter wrestler . I'm MYOJIN, the Shining Star aka That Bitch. I'm here to show the world while I'm absolutely one of the greatest, and to do that? Is to knock you off before you even get a chance to start.

I'm sure you're used to most people being uncomfortable around you or feeling threatened by you. After all, I wouldn't be as much of a prodigy if I didn't recognize what ferocity you bring in the ring.

You're aggressive- Good. You play right into my style. The fact that you don't give a shit about how many dangerous bumps you take, the fact that you're an absolute daredevil- That just makes me wonder, how many injuries have you sustained? What points can I target? Which limb should I pick apart first? That's the problem with live fast, die young wrestlers like you-

You think you're immortal.

You think you can survive anything as long as it gets the job done.

It's all fun and games and you can get through the pain, until that tweaked leg gets put in a leg lock. Until that aching arm is bent awkwardly. Until that sore back is folded like a chair. You're unaware of your own limitations, either that, or you just don't care.

And that makes my job easier. I fight like a vulture, I take a shot at anything I can get my hands. My entire body is a weapon- I use everything that I can to break you down, piece by piece, until eventually…

You have to tap, just like that.

I'm sure you think that because this is your first match in the company, it'll be a breeze. An easy bout for you and the next step in your career- It's just really such an unfortunate thing that you have to face me. You have to rely on acting slutty and risk your body for attention? Me? Everyone's eyes turn to me as soon as I walk into the building.

I'm the last of a dying breed, the last of the kind of wrestler that does this not for just money, not for fame, certainly not for any other bitch's validation. I'm a fighter, the thrill of getting in that ring and simply having a match I can be proud of and hold my head up high for is an award in itself- and I have no doubt that you're going to bring me a fight. I'm hoping you do.

I'm hoping you give me everything you've got just so I can show why I'm better- and it's not because I can do a aerial move better than you, or fly higher, or do something so hazardous to my own health that the audience will start giving "HOLY SHIT!" chants.

I'm better because of my precision. I am a strategist, I calculate every move I make and I don't get tired- I pay attention to every little detail and I have the technical ability to wrestle leagues ahead of you. So while you break yourself for a cheap pop? I'll be waiting to end it with my heel hook OR my Kimura.

As I said, poor Becky, it really is going to suck when that hype behind your name quickly gets shut down when people realize brute force and throwing yourself at someone doesn't outmatch my deadly strikes, my graceful dives, and my UNFORGIVING submissions.

Sorry, but not everyone is meant to be the Queen. Someone's gotta be used as a stepping stone.

It just so happens it'll be you.

Aria Jaxon, Michael Bishop, Alyssa Grace and RAMBEAUX have spoken. It’s such good shit!

take notice // atlantis 001 May 26th 2021, 11:54 pm by **Rebecca Filth**

Rebecca Filth had come up short on her Odyssey debut. She was close. She could nearly taste the victory. But Natalie Cage was able to use her experience to her advantage and reverse Bex’s finisher into a rollup. Three seconds later and it was over. If you ask us, that count seemed a little fast. Maybe Rebecca’s brash ways had already rubbed more people wrong than she thought. Apparently shit talking the new GM was frowned upon. Most women on this roster would see this outcome as a missed opportunity. The chance to upstage a former Women’s Champion, and the longest reigning one at that, slipped between her fingers. But the Gutter Whore isn’t most people. She proved her worth in that ring. She demonstrated why she would be a force on Odyssey in that ring.

Filth was just getting her feet wet. She was not a flash in the pan like many before her. This would not discourage her. No. She wouldn’t tuck her tail and run. Don’t fear, OWA. This was just the beginning. The first battle in her war.

/ / / / /

Once again, our Duchess of Rubbish looked out of place. She was curled up in the plush seat inside a private jet. Bex wore a pair of black sweatpants with bleach tie-dye patterns and a matching cropped hoodie. Her matted hair was pulled back into a messy bun and the look was complete with a pair of black fuzzy slippers. Her legs were tucked beneath her, a glass of champagne perched in her left hand as she leaned against the window next to her.

“Some of us grow up being told that we can do anything. Reach for the stars your parents tell you. You are special. Unique. A little snowflake. And the world is handed to you. Silver spoon in mouth. All of the resources. Every chance. Every opportunity. All just laid at your fucking feet. Just waiting for the taking. Waiting for you to realize all of this potential that mommy and daddy told you that you had. Just waiting for you to do something. To become something.

But it's always just out of grasp. Isn’t it? We all keep waiting, bated breath. And the little snowflake never proves that it can be more than a speck, melting as it hits the cold, hard pavement.”

Filth tilts her head slightly. A look of confusion touches her dark lips.

“Why is it always those of you who have had it so easy that like to claim that you are fighters? Every other person in this fucking industry is a second generation superstar, someone’s bloody sibling or someone who crawled out of the shithole that is MMA and proclaimed themselves wrestlers? All people who always had the chances and opportunities to do anything. Told their whole lives that they could be the best.

But you can’t seem to capture that brass ring can you?

And then there’s me.”

Rebecca takes a pause, bringing her glass up to her lips and taking a slow sip of champagne. She lets the bubbly liquid coat her throat and brings the glass back down, rolling her neck.

“I should be dead. I was told I was nothing. I was told I would be nothing. I didn’t get coddled and cherished as a child. I was shoved to the streets to sleep under the blanket of night. Or under the stale sweat of men twice my age. A woman forgotten. A woman who should have become nothing.

But look around.”

Bringing her arm up, she motions to her lavish surroundings.

“Here I sit. Inside a private plane, with my bank account full and a contract most people would die for. A woman who was disposable. Nothing more than street trash. A woman who won the coveted World Championship in her third ever match. A woman who spit on her doubters and lived with no fear. Who lived with no regard for tomorrow.

And I’ve accomplished things that most of you could only dream of. Look at my fucking Oddysey debut. Did you hear the commentators? Natalie Cage stole the victory. A fucking roll-up with a quick count from a seedy referee who was mad I wouldn’t give him a free month subscription to my OnlyFans. Classic politics bullshit. But ending aside, that match was mine. I brought Natalie Cage to her knees. I took everything that bitch had and I kept coming. I was about to END HER. I was about to seal the deal and she got fucking lucky. In what world is a roll-up considered some spectacular maneuver? It’s luck, nothing more. A woman who was the longest reigning women’s champion, who claims to be the best in this fucking business couldn't put me down with not one, but two Dog Tags. She couldn’t make Rebecca Filth stay on her back - my favourite place. Nah. Instead she had to dig deep and result in a cheap tactic to win.

I hope you’re proud, Natalie. We both know that isn’t how you wanted it to happen. We both know that I surprised you inside that ring.

But where was my praise? Where was the shock and awe from the world? Where are the proclamations that I am the future? Fucking nowhere. Because La Llarona had to drag her ugly fucking mug out there and steal my shine. All the world remembers is that she planted Natalie Cage in that ring after I did all the hard fucking work. All the world remembers is two hasbeens that no one should fucking care about anymore!”

Bex slams her champagne glass down on the armrest next to her, her knuckles clenching it so tightly that they’re white. Her eyes have narrowed and her cavalier demeanor has disintegrated. Into rage and anger.

“You fucking slags stole my shine. Once again, Rebecca Filth is disposable. My name should be on everyone’s fucking lips! My performance alone was inspired! It was a message and a statement. And it has been IGNORED! But let me tell you something, I have been ignored my entire life. Overlooked my entire life. And if you think that I will sit idly by, you are mistaken. If I don’t get the spotlight given to me. I will take it.

You want to give me random Atlantis matches against choke-artists? I went toe to toe with a woman this company regards as a fucking legend LAST WEEK. I could taste that victory. And my repayment? A nobody. A loser who has to get the last word because no one in his life has ever told him to shut the fuck up. This is what you give me? I’m relegated to a mid-card snoozefest in fucking Alaska? Fine. I’ve never been the kind of bitch to turn down a fight. But since you all ignored my statement on Odyssey. I will have no choice but to make a much larger one this week on Atlantis when I make Myojin look at the real face of beauty and force him to see that he is the disposable one. He is the one in over his head. And he is the one who will once again find himself staring down the barrel of a shotgun called failure. And Rebecca Filth will be the bitch at the other end, pulling the trigger with a bloody fuckin’ smile on her face.”

Bex brings her champagne glass up to her lips once more, this time tossing her head back and emptying the flute into her mouth. She tosses the empty glass into the seat next to her.

“Myojin, a man with maybe the most egotistical name in this sport. A name he claims was gifted to him because he is… godlike? Interesting considering he’s shown that all he can do is choke time and time again. What was it, three matches before you were gifted a shot at the Ascension to the Heavens match at Final Destination? Only to crumble at Maverick’s feet. And that was after you’d already shit the bed at Clash of Titans. You have proclaimed over and over that you would be a World Champion. But when the chance was right there in front of you, you couldn’t reach it. You were dummied and cast aside. Landing in the middle of the pack. Landing in obscurity in everyone’s mind. And then you somehow still worked your way into a match at Final Destination. But you couldn’t even win a fucking obstacle course. You once again left championship opportunities on the table.

What do you think makes you so special, Myojin? Is it because mommy and daddy told you you were? Because you were raised for greatness? You come from a family of combatants who told you that you could shatter ceilings and do anything. Except you left that sport because your own family overshadowed you. You proclaim to want to celebrate uniqueness. Nah. You just ran from your own failures. You couldn’t stack up. You couldn’t compete with your own kind. So you ran to another industry in hopes that you could stand out by being different. You wanted to cash in your Prince-wannabe vibes and hope no one noticed your shortcomings. But no one gives a fuck about your uniqueness if you continue to choke more than I do on a dick every night. You worked your life for this. You want a world title so fucking bad. How does it feel to know that I could care less and I snatched one up with ease in my first shot? I was the inaugural and longest reigning World Champion in Kingdom Pro. I beat the ENTIRE company in that match to proclaim the gold and my legacy. And you can’t even beat a single fucking person.

Yet you claim that this is everything to you and you can’t get it done inside that ring. On this card, you're exactly where you belong - Mid card obscurity. It's who you are. Someone who shows up, doesn’t quit, but can’t quite get it done when it counts. Always proclaiming to be the best, with nothing to show for it.

But why? Personally, I blame your parents. They told you that you could do anything. They told you that you were special. And they fucking lied. You are nothing more than mediocre. A bad dye job and a flashy look don’t make a competitor. You don’t know what it’s like to fight for your fucking life. You don’t know what it’s like to fight for your own survival. All you know is what it’s like to fight for fun, for honor, for pathetic things that don’t mean shit in this company. You were coddled and it’s made you fucking weak. Worthless. Uninspiring.

Some people just don’t have it. All the DNA and family pride and history can’t make a competitor. All the drive in the world can’t make you not suck. It’s simply who you are. Your parents spoiled you like sour milk a long time ago. Now you’re just a delusional freak grasping at straws and relevance. You came in hot, won a few matches and thought you were hot shit. But you’ve fizzled out. And now we see the real you.

This is your first match since losing at Final Destination. I know you’re looking for a comeuppance. You’re looking to prove yourself. But you can fucking look somewhere else. Because this is MY comeuppance. This is my moment. I will not be some easy victory to cleanse your conscience and make you feel like less of a failure. You will stay stagnant where you belong; gathering wins, scraping the bottom of the barrel, while everyone around you surpasses you. While I shoot to superstardom.

Unlike you, I‘m not looking to be mediocre. I am looking for bright lights and spotlights. I will not allow myself to be overshadowed. This week, you will take notice of Rebecca Filth. Everyone will take notice. I will fucking make you.”

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, Michael Bishop, Devi Krysis, Alyssa Grace, Noah Reigner and RAMBEAUX have spoken. It’s such good shit!

National Blueberry Cheesecake Day May 26th 2021, 11:52 pm by **AzurineVebbins**

The presented promotional material opens with a successful maiden voyage landing of Kayfabe Airlines to Anchorage, Alaska. Upon disembarking the vessel, “Da Damsel in Dat Dress” Azurine Vebbins arabesques in a racy rashguard wetsuit. Even if booking said flight was made “reverse cowgirl boot spur of da moment,” Devi Krysis’ dance date was determined to amp anticipation for an upcoming tag-team tango tomorrow night on Omega Wrestling Alliance Atlantis. Due to her Phoneme Whippersnapper periodically dropping signal until reaching her hotel room, audio from her taxi ride appears nonexistent. After making sure her phone’s fully charged, Vebbins commences communicating with her chanters.

Azurine Vebbins: Happy Blueberry Cheesecake Day and World Redhead Day, attentive OWA Atlantis audience! Tomorrow night Da Howlin’ Halos reunite to rumba against “Carny Target” Mark Michaels and “Despicable Disciple” Eon Blue. Personally, when contemplatin’ disciples, I immediately imagine humblin’ myself by washin’ my partner’s feet and den dryin’ dem wid heavenly hair. Den again, dat might be da submissive spirit speakin’ steadfastly.

No. Da real reason is I put total trust in my teammate. While deyr are exceptions, Devi and I would do almost any-din’ for one anoder. More often dan not, we selflessly sacrifice to achieve well-earned wins. Mister Michaels and Blue, meanwhile, don’t possess dat same passion for partnership. Deyr capacity to coexist shrinks shorter dan da list of associates I’ll amble to Anchorage for. Deyrfore, in closin’, I’ll reiterate and den paraphrase: “Da Untamed Bloodwolf’s” at your door and when she’s had her fill of gore and vore…“Da Hardheaded Housewife” shall be deyr to wipe blood from da dance floor.

Vebbins flashes a sincere, if slightly saccharine, smile as her phone signal drops abruptly. Those viewing the stream debate whether she’ll be baking something in the kitchenette or going out to a nice nightclub.

Devi Krysis has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 26th 2021, 11:42 pm by **Bobby Wheeler**

Nate Cage's Mental Breakdown or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Big Naheem's Big Napeen

This is the respect I get after everything I’ve done, is it? Being fucked over at Final Destination still stings and now here I am, being forced to get into the ring with an unruly gorilla from an uncivilised, animalistic land…and Big Naheem as well. To make matters worse, Nas’s super god powers were taken away so now I’m going in there with some dude. Oh great, what a time to be alive…

That’s what I WOULD say…IF I WERE A LITTLE BITCH! Ha! This is how motherfuckers get clapped up and snapped up. This right here is the Blacklist in full swing. Ladies and gentlemen, for the first time in the illustrious history of OWA, Nate Cage and the Messiah himself will team up. Two of the company’s mightiest forming to take on an old man and a big man, the most uninspiring combo there is. What do I even say about Jacob Senn at this point? Been there, done that. I’ve already put you down once, what makes you think I won’t do it again. You fucked off. You retired. Nas and I stayed and grew, we became gods. Look at you, still going around with his posse of losers, trying to be the big man on campus like it’s Season 1. You have a big old giant in Naheem standing next to you and I’m gonna straddle that boy. I’m making Big Black Naheem my bitch. You hear that, BBN? That booty is mine, sir! Nas is gonna watch and cheer while I take that innocence in the middle of the ring while all the incel libtard crowd members watch on in horror.

Why are you even teaming with that inbred cuck, BBN? That man looks like one of the white extras from Get Out. Is that what happened, Naheem? Did Senn swap out your brain so he can have his own servant? That’s despicable! It’s alright though, we’re gonna liberate you. We’re gonna invoke the spirit of Blacklist Matters and let you join our ranks. We can grant you freedom, all you have to do is take the initiation. Join me in the ring and let me show you what true power is. You don’t have to follow the fossil, there are living dinosaurs waiting for you to harness your true power. You’re being wasted with Jake’s crew. That man has done nothing here but talk at length about how great he is and one of his bitches is world champion right now! Step aside and let the real men do the work, not the village elders. Darkane got the strap, Senn got the bad back, that’s wassup!

At this point in the promo, Nate Cage appears to be having a mental breakdown, just sort of saying a bunch of random shit that doesn’t’ really make any sense. Not gonna lie, he has nothing interesting to say anymore.

And another thing! Why the fuck do The Blacklist trust me?! I’ve betrayed every group I’ve ever been a part of. This shit right here is why everyone thinks pro wrestlers are dumb. Here I am, the worst motherfucker in history and people just willingly hang around me because why the fuck not? Ah fuck it, I’m getting paid and I’m friends with a stupidly powerful dude, might as well milk this cow for as long as it’s giving me milk. I’m never winning a fucking singles title, am I? It just isn’t gonna happen. This company was giving shots to people who had no loyalty and fucked off at the first sign of trouble and I was sitting here twiddling my thumbs. Yeah, fuck Nate Cage! Nate Cage doesn’t get shit because he’s all about rivalries and epic stories and shit like that. We can wheel him out there when we need to inject a bit of drama into the proceedings. But put him in a situation where he could potentially win a title? Nah fuck that, who needs that in their lives? We’ll just let this man think there is something bigger at play but we all know the truth…

NATE CAGE IS BEING SET UP! THERE IS A CONSPIRACY! THEY’RE ALL TALKING ABOUT ME BEHIND MY BACK! EVERYONE IN THE OFFICE IS THINKING OF CREATIVE WAYS TO FUCK OVER NATE CAGE! EVERYONE KNOWS THIS! I HEAR WHAT THEY’RE SAYING! THEY’RE SAYING THAT I’M NEVER GONNA BE THAT GUY. THAT I’M A UTILITY PLAYER WHO’S JUST HERE TO PAD OUT THE ROSTER! ALL I DO IS WAIT ON THE SIDELINES WHILE PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN HERE FOR FIVE MINUTES BATHE IN A SPOTLIGHT THAT CAN’T BE MINE BECAUSE I’M JUST TOO MUCH FOR THE MAN.

NATHAN FIORA WAS A JOKE. DARKANE HASN’T BATHED SINCE BURNING MAN 1997. BUT THEY GET TO DO EVERYTHING I DON’T BECAUSE IT’S ALL ONE BIG PRACTICAL JOKE. WELL I DON’T SEE WHAT’S SO FUNNY ABOUT MAKING A GROWN MAN SUFFER THIS MUCH. ALL I DO IS SHOW UP AND WORK AND GET SHIT ON. WELL, THIS MAN IS SICK OF IT. THIS MAN IS DONE. I’M GONNA PIMP SLAP JACOB SENN AND THEN I’M GONNA FEED BIG NAHEEM’S BIG NAPEEN TO HIM. I’M GONNA KILL EVERYBODY. I’M JUST GONNA GET A FUCKING SWORD AND STAB YOU BITCHES. THAT’S WHAT’S HAPPENING. IF I DON’T HAVE A BELT AROUND MY WAIST BEFORE THIS YEAR IS UP I SWEAR TO GOD I’M GONNA TAKE AN AR-15 TO OWA HEADQUARTERS AND GO COLUMBINE ON SOME ASSES. TRY AND STOP ME FUCKERS, BECAUSE YOU CAN’T.

Suck my dick, OWA management, you simps wouldn’t know brilliance if it sucked your dick. Not that anyone is sucking your dicks because you’re all gooner porn addicts with that Punjabi Grip on your cocks. I’m not holding back anymore. I’m just gonna do whatever the fuck I want and if that means killing everyone ahead of me in line so I can have what I want, what the fuck are you gonna do about it?

Eat shit. EAT FUCKING SHIT.

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, Michael Bishop, Alyssa Grace and RAMBEAUX have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 26th 2021, 5:24 pm by **Noah Reigner**

Olympus has ended and in a dramatic fashion. Darkane was victorious in his match against Nas - but then the number one contender, Graham Baker would strike, laying out the champion - and he wasn’t alone. At his side was Noah Reigner and Devin Mitchell. The trio stood together as the show went off of the air, holding the major gold on Olympus.

The Corsairs, led by Reigner and Baker, have begun to expand their reach in the professional wrestling industry. Once just a team in Japan, a small faction, would now have a chapter in Japan - a chapter in SSW: International and now it seems as if the reach has extended into the OWA with Devin Mitchell alongside the leaders of the group.

Days later, the Corsairs trio traveled together to New Mexico, and this is where we found them. Graham Baker stood behind, a phone pressed to his ear - in mid-conversation with someone. Devin Mitchell had his own thing going on, scrolling through something on his phone - probably some sort of research on Matt Miles. And Noah Reigner, with his OWA Television Championship out of it’s carrying bag and on full display on his lap, sat on the picnic table top of this random park, or whatever location this was, that they chose.

“Message sent, message received. When Olympus went off of the air, myself and Graham Baker stood - with Devin at our side - holding the two most prestigious championships on Olympus and in OWA in general. Darkane, you knew it was going to happen sooner or later. Live by the sword, die by it too. You used numbers against Graham and I when we showed up, well - as they say - turnabout’s fair play. The Dynasty has done this for ages, and now it’s being done to them. You love to see it, more importantly, you love to be a part of it. And we - the Corsairs - will continue to drive the Dynasty’s own blade deeper into their heart. I did as I said I would and defeated Teddy Mac, clean and fairly. Of course the big bitch-baby had to attack from behind afterward, but it just cements the fact that he knows he could never beat me straight up. That much is proven. Our new recruit here, Devin Mitchell? He’s going to execute Matt Miles by way of a point-blank bullet to the head. That will just leave you, my friend. Baker will take your head clean off of your body, ridding the world and this industry of another drunken douchebag. I would say that would be a shame, but it would be a lie. Enjoy your reign, though. I hope you enjoy all of the success you have - that is, until Graham decides it’s his time and rips it from your clutches. And yeah, he will kill you in order to do exactly that.”

“Because this is what we do. Open your eyes and you will see it to be true. When myself and Graham decide to roll on a company - we take over. Our drive is undeniable and our talent is unmatched. No one stopped us from taking over Japan - twice now - and no one is going to stop us now that we’re on a roll here in OWA. And if you think it’s over, the ‘aggressive expansion’ if you will? Then you have another thing coming. The Corsairs will continue to be the hottest, and the most dangerous, group that this industry has ever seen. The Dynasty, they’re old news and now people are slowly caring less and less that they are still around. And I promise you once Darkane is stripped of the OWA Championship - the Dynasty’s death clutch on Olympus and OWA will be over for good. The one thing that will remain a constant, though, is the Corsairs presence and our continued dominance. You can bet on that.”

Noah removed the sunglasses he wore, hooking them onto the collar of the new CORSAIRS licensed t-shirt he wore. His gaze, that was once elsewhere, shifted to the camera.

“That’s big picture thinking and not a lot of people are good at that. Someone like Lil’ Petey, they don’t have that developed thought process. How could he, when he’s more concerned about drip, swag, influence, YouTube content and the promise of a ‘rap career’? People like Lil’ Petey don’t last long in this business, especially when they get thrown to the wolves in what their first - second, tops - match in a company. People like Lil’ Petey are a walking, talking embarrassment to this industry. For them, it’s all about the fame - it’s all about the stars, nothing more - nothing less. He wants success, only to springboard from pro wrestling to other stardom -film, television, whatever and he wants to do it at my expense. Will that happen? No fuckin’ chance, and I can say that with absolute certainty. Lil’ Petey isn’t a professional wrestler - in fact, he’s not a fighter of any kind. He’s a fucking joke, point - blank - period. But in this day and age, professional wrestling goes hand in hand with internet celebrity status and they - the OWA and SSW alike - are banking on this man to be an internet celebrity so they can cash in on that fame. But the only fame someone like Lil’ Petey is going to get will be from the thousands, millions, of clicks he’ll have on his YouTube clips of me kicking his fucking ass. Let’s make one thing very clear; I’m not in this business to entertain the idiotic ideas of partnering with online celebrity bitch boys who think this is some game, stepping into the ring for fifteen minutes of fame. I am one of the best wrestlers in the world and I have proven so countless times. I have beaten the best of the best in this industry, and some ‘wanna-be rapper, never-will-be wrestler’ isn’t going to be the one to remove this championship from my grasp.”

“I said when I first won this at Final Destination Three, that I would put it up against anyone and everyone. Give me your best. But instead … I get this. Instead of the best, I get a man who’s making a mockery of the profession that myself and countless others on this roster have given our lives to. I hear he’s traveling to Japan with SSW, I hear he and his poorly-glorified boy band are housed in Project: Honor. Well, I’m going to do all three companies a solid this week on Olympus. I’m going to end this man’s career before it ever really got started. With - what - ten appearances in Project Honor with a record high one victory, you think you’re going to be able to hang with someone like me? If you’ve ever participated in SSW and OWA, I couldn’t be bothered to even check - just looking at the beginning of your career in the affiliate promotion was enough to make me shake my head, lose interest completely, and go on about my business. It made me question the thought process OWA had for; one, signing you in the first place and two, booking you in this match against me. If they cared about the safety of their athletes, they wouldn’t have put someone who’s more concerned about a career post-wrestling, against a man who’s trained, competed and traveled all over this world for the last six years straight. A man who’s competed at the highest level of competition for the last three or more. Someone like Lil’ Petey wouldn’t have lasted a month at the level I’ve consistently competed at. This isn’t a rap-battle - if that’s your cup of tea, I can direct you to offices elsewhere that would be more than happy to have you on their roster that cater to that. This is professional wrestling, and someone like Lil’ Petey isn’t cut out for the assault that takes place in the ring - that is coming directly for him at Olympus.”

Noah picked the Television Championship up from his lap before pushing himself off of the table. After slinging the title onto his shoulder, he looked directly into the camera.

“The list of names I’ve beaten, the sheer amount of talent, surpasses anything that your infantile little mind could comprehend, Petey. In fact, the name Mark Michaels means more to this industry than yours ever will. You have a golden opportunity at Olympus, but I know - for a fact - that you’re going to fail. I know - for a fact - that you’re going to drop the ball, because this isn’t your environment. Because instead of focusing to become a legitimate wrestler, you’re day dreaming about starring in the direct-to-video sequel to Eight-Mile where you play Eminem’s retarded half brother. Because instead of training and preparing for battle, you’re too busy writing some grade-school I.Q. rap-line to feed to the other braindead idiots that buy into your shit - like ‘Yung Sauce’ or whatever the fuck. Do you sense a little hostility in my voice, Peter? It’s there because of the sheer stupidity of your entire existence in this profession. Your website bio even lists this occupation because you have nothing else to do. Me? I trained in some shithole in San Diego before wrestling in some abandoned warehouse. I’ve been on this grind to become the best, while people like you are given opportunities in world wide organizations. And I, for one, am sick and tired of pathetic little fucks like you being handed things. You want to be a pro wrestler, Peter? We’ll see about that when I kick you so hard I break your jaw. We’ll see how much longer you want to be in this profession, after I humiliate and embarrass you this week. I’ll even give you your first hit single, ‘The Night I became Noah Reigner’s bitch’. My name alone will serve as clickbait for you to get some streams. I guarantee that.”

“Do you want to know what else I guarantee? A victory. Another successful title defense, because there’s no way an untrained, unmotivated and unappreciative little dipshit like yourself ever beats me. I’m a multi-time World champion. A multi-time Tag champion. I’ve held other Championships like this…” He looked at the championship on his shoulder. “All around the world. You don’t have the talent, the drive, or the passion to even lift a title like this - or any other I’ve held. You should consider yourself lucky, though. Lucky to have the opportunity to step inside of the ring with someone like me, when you’re not even qualified to be a merch-boy. If I were you, though, I would definitely pray that your luck continues and you’re able to walk out of this on your own. I’ve dedicated my entire life to this industry, to my craft as a professional wrestler - and in a few short days, you’ll see why I’m considered one of the best on the planet. Your little midnight stroll through this industry in hopes to earn some kind of hype that’ll transition over to help your rap-game jump off, is over. But unfortunately for you, nothing will come of your professional wrestling stint. Nothing but embarrassment and ridicule that you’ll forever endure from real artists in the music industry. How will it feel to be a failure in two separate industries, Peter? I’ll have to hit you up in five years when no one remembers you in either, and you’re stuck mopping up the sticky substances off of movie theatre floors because that’s all someone like you will ever be good at.”

“You’re in way over your head. There’s no ‘sink or swim’ warning, just the inevitably of drowning.”

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, Zumi, Alyssa Grace and Darkane have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Cheers! (A Dissolved Partnership) May 26th 2021, 5:00 pm by John Cadaver

(The following scene unravels backstage, a man of average height and size, makes haste through the corridor. His chest swelled with self-importance as he barked orders into the phone hanging from his ear, along with the designer blazer enveloping his frame, drove many to the conclusion that he was an authoritative figure. But it took those with a special eye to realize his true identity as OWA trainer John Paylon.

Arriving at his office, a safe haven from the chaos that regularly encircles the compound, he lets himself in. Not realizing until it was too late, that his door was suspiciously left unlocked.)

John Paylon: ...I’m sorry, can I give you a call back? Something has come across my desk that requires my...immediate attention.

(There John Paylon would find the self-proclaimed ‘Big Bad’ John Cadaver lounging in his chair-- his feet propped on his desk while downing what had to be his fifth beer, from the amount of empty cans that were scattered at his feet.)

John Paylon: Okay. Talk soon. Bye.

(Summoning all of the strength within him not to blow his stack, he closes his office door in silence and disconnects the call before returning his phone to the breast pocket of his jacket; then decides to address the menacing man sitting across from him.

In typical, all-black attire sporting a leather vest, fingerless gloves, and heavy sunglasses, the Big Bad didn’t seem to flinch.)

John Paylon: Well, congratulations are certainly in order for you, I don’t think I’ve ever witnessed this level of disrespect-- and from an unsigned talent at that.

(He proceeds further into the office, taking note of the size difference and his dangerous capabilities, Paylon maintains a safe distance.)

John Paylon: In addition to ditching orientation, you completely hijacked my office-- polluting it with beer cans. I expected more-- far more, from a wrestling legend. Give me one reason why I shouldn’t call off your match tonight and have you thrown out of the building along with any hopes of seeing the inside of an OWA ring?

(Not giving a moment’s notice, and quicker than Paylon could have anticipated, John Cadaver shot to his feet. His brows furrowed and nostrils flared, he set his sights on Paylon addressing him with a threatening finger and even more threatening tone.)

“Big Bad” John Cadaver: You do NOT want to fuck with me! I did just about everything you’ve asked of me up to this point, like a good little lap dog. I didn’t piss on the furniture and I didn’t gnaw on any slippers. In fact, I’ve been on my best behavior for you. Denied my instincts and neglected any urges that would have otherwise been disruptive to your program or my spot on a major brand, but you’re treading in unfamiliar waters, son, and frankly you’d better watch your goddamn step. Don’t get me wrong...I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. Hell, you got my foot through the door! But I’m afraid here is where we sever ties.

John Paylon: Wait a minute...you hijink my office and made me look like a dick in front of my peers with your little no-show, only to tell me that you’re done with me?? Seriously? I gave you a second chance! A new lease on life. Not because I was a fan of yours, but because we were friends, John. I mean, we bonded over wrestling...our experiences in boxing...

(A snicker unintentionally dropped from John Cadaver’s goatee, shattering John Paylon’s dialogue.)

“Big Bad” John Cadaver: I’m sorry, friends? You actually thought that we were friends because we shared a footnote on our respective resumes? Wow...I can’t even begin to tell you how pathetic this is. I never needed a friend Paylon, I needed a way back into the business-- and you were my ticket. A pawn. A means of getting what I wanted. It was a necessary evil. I was in need of a fresh start and Bob wasn’t about to give me one considering how short-lived our last endeavor ran, but accredited to a glowing recommendation from you, he was thrilled to give me a tryout match...and from the looks of things, it’s against a total asshat who doesn’t realize when he’s bitten off just a wee-bit more than he can chew...chewing...something he won’t be doing much of after he’s gone a round with me..
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Brandon is the physical manifestation of everything I loathe about this generation of so-called, “wrestlers”. Lazy. Unoriginal. And so unbelievably privileged. I bet the kid has never gone a day without hearing how special he is-- or that he’ll one day change the world. He walks around like the world owes him a living already, only a short nine months removed from his initial debut and already calling himself “The Don”. It just sickens me how these wet-behind-the-ear rookies can make these bold leaps by labeling themselves as “bosses”, “greats”, or even more laughable “legends” and no one steps forward to put them in their place. Not even the champions could be bothered to execute such a dire task..to stand up for the place they each represent. As usual, it takes a true great-- a true legend to remind the world of what greatness really looks like.
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I’ll go out and kick his ass in a fashion so impressive that I’ll have GM’s of both major brands on my line begging me to sign with them. It’s only gonna snowball from here, fam. Best get with the program before the line to suck my dick snakes its way around the corner.

(Hurt and betrayal tightened the features of John Paylon. How could he have let himself be conned like this? Apparently, he had to realize the hard way as to why you shouldn’t meet your heroes.)

John Paylon: I guess some things never change…yeah, you may have cut your hair and dropped your old ring name, but you're still the same self-absorbed bastard you’ve always been.

JC: Finally, somebody’s catching on! I’m not a good man, John. I mean, I sold out my only brother for a title opportunity for fuck’s sake, if that doesn’t scream narcissist, then I don’t know what does.

(While indulging in another segment of his beer, John Paylon grapples with all that has violated his eardrums. Having heard enough, he calmly addresses the former World Champion, reaching for the door handle.)

John Paylon: Consider the lesson learned. Go to hell John Cadaver, now, if you’d do me the honor of getting the hell out of my office that would be peachy!

(Pulling it open, he gestures the big man toward the door. John Cadaver merely shrugs his shoulders in submission and obliges. But not before delivering one last tolling eulogy.)

“Big Bad” John Cadaver: Been there, not ready to go back...however, I will accept your invitation to leave. Wouldn’t want the locker room up in arms about their newest potential signee, now would we? I know I’ve earned quite the reputation of a hardass in my past life, but that’s all in the past now and OWA is my future. And if that isn’t a reason to raise a can in toast, then the relief of his soul-awakening voice for the millions of ears out there as a result of me silencing this botched abortion will be. Cheers...buddy.

(Parting with a snide smirk and a raise of his can, John Cadaver swaggers out of the office leaving John Paylon to stew in his frustrations; the end of the scene signaled by the screen's total consumption in black.)

Re: OWA Promos May 26th 2021, 9:27 am by **Arata Asakura**

Atlantis #1: Blood trace on hands of Scott Oasis.

24.05.21

*Since the drastic and genuinely unfair events at Final Destination III, Arata Asakura was finally about to take part in the in-ring action. However, things at Kingdom were taking so much of his time, that it turned out that the long awaited match of his was to happen on Atlantis. It was actually the first time he had wrestled on this show. So you could say it was like his debut. However, it wasn't the most interesting thing about this situation. What was really drawing attention was who the leader of The Black Sun and his people were going to face. When Arata heard Ryo Sakazaki, Elijah Hampton and Shea Flaherty were standing in front of his faction, he couldn't help but laugh. It was such a one-sided clash that the upcoming victory on Atlantis was a formality.*

*The shot opens showing the heavy tied boots walking on dark ground covered with ash, that scattered everywhere. In this mixture, you can also see not exactly burned items from the fire that took place there. After a few moments, the camera moves away, revealing the entire silhouette of Arata Asakura. The man is dressed in black jeans with a silver chain attached to it and a black hoodie with sleeves pulled up to the elbows, showing the sign of blessing on his forearm. In addition to the standard outfit, Arata has white gloves on his hands. After a while, the Japanese man stops in one place and, not worrying about dirt, sits down on the remains of what used to be the home of Kai Stevens.*

You can try to get away from the trauma, but it always comes back in some way. Therefore, even if the three of them thought that their career would eventually be worth something, because they moved to Olympus, they were wrong. I understand that it was the only possibility, because hope died long ago on Kingdom. In the eyes of the people, Ryo, Shea and Elijah were just an addition to those who were relevant here. The thing is, the change of brand does not give them a new empty card. Nobody sees them as fresh faces, who are possible threats or emerging talent. For them, you are the same waste of space as for us in a golden brand. Though, perhaps when you can't handle it there, you will understand that such mediocrity has no place in OWA. If I had any authority over this, I would have kicked you out long ago, without much discussion. I guess no one would be surprised, because from the beginning I was right about how much they are worth, especially Ryo.

*A sarcastic smile appears on Arata's face, while the man runs his hand over his beard. It is less than twenty seconds, when the leader of The Black Sun continues.*

Ryo, who repeats the same thing over and over again and is clearly stupid enough to believe, that it will change something. Some people say that if you repeat something a hundred or a thousand times it will eventually become true. Well, that's not the case, sucker. Even if in that stupid little head of yours you think, that you have the slightest chance against me, I believe you were hit in your head one time too much. I look forward to this beautiful day, when you finally understand that we are not on the same level and we will never be. I'm not even the rising star you want to be so badly. I am a regular and valuable member of the strongest part of OWA. While you fight for survival with each match. You know yourself that wrestling is a business like any other. If something does not bring you income, you end up with it and invest in something better. A moment separates you from being thrown into the bin like a used condom, because you're not worth more than that. Okay, you were useful for Jeff once or twice. But you were probably not important enough to him if he let you go, huh? In fact, you were a mindless puppet in his hands, because that's how much you wanted to feel important. I always thought you were not very ambitious, but it is clear to me at this point that you are just incapable of even drawing attention on your own. You constantly need others to help you be in the spotlight. That's why, I don't think you're so unhappy, that you're facing me again. You must shit in your pants already, because you know there is no room for you to win here, but then again you will at least get your five minutes of attention thanks to me. So you are welcome. Not that I want to do you a favor, because I don't give a shit about your fate. I guess it means a lot since I don't respect you and I'm here to help Japanese competitors get better. However, as in any profession, not everyone deserves a spot, Ryo. You don't deserve to be here, and as you admitted, Ryo is dead. He was buried deep under the ground and rotted. Then you got a call from Olympus management and did some kind of Jesus Christ shit with resurrection. The thing is, you are even weaker than you were back then. You are frustrated, pathetic, and the moment you have to face the Kingdom side that destroyed you, even the last remnants of hope will be gone. Like I said, you can't run away from what you fear and hate. Even if you go at the end of the world, if not me, it will be someone else who will become an unreachable goal for you. There will be someone who won't give a fuck about who you are. Realize that you are doomed to be hopeless. There is nothing you can do about it. I know it and a lot of other people do, so it's even funnier that you are still trying to prove to the world that it is different.

It's more of your self-defense system, though, because you don't want to admit, you're just a little bitch boy, crying over what's been said on social media. I'm actually surprised I didn't get a whole lecture about how bad and unprofessional I am. The thing is, these are not empty threats, Ryo, these are facts that scare you. You think you got a new chance from the fate on Olympus and now you know it could be wasted, because your Kingdom trauma will destroy you. I got that role, as I am who you would like to be. I have talent, power, intelligence, personality and strength that you can't have even if you meet a fairy. You've always been just a moron looking for the approval and orders of others. That's why it overwhelmed you so much. That is why you have become obsessed with those who do not want to live according to your pattern. That's why you keep following me on my social media, looking for opportunities to tell me that you are a poor boy hurt by a villain like me. While I'm a hero here, I'm the only one who looks into the future. What you don't understand is that to achieve something like this, you first have to overcome the evil that controls this industry. And evil can only be beaten by greater evil. Someone has to take this responsibility on their shoulders and The Black Sun is ready to bear this burden. I'm not like you, Ryo, I'm not afraid of hatred or disapproval from people. I am willing to take a risk, even if there is no return. At the end of the day, their opinion is irrelevant. I just want justice that they won't give me. I was even ready to coexist with all these gaijins, but they turned down my generous offer, the moment they fell for Jeff's pseudo-superhero bulllshit. The truth is, I am the best option for this brand, but this roster stole my vision. I was brutally robbed at FD. Even after that, Scott Oasis didn't give me my well deserved chance. I think this guy is a born comedian, because the fact that Senn is ahead of me is a joke. Though, I should rather say he is racist piece of shit. Nothing new to be fair.

Since I have already mentioned, how pathetic the new contender was chosen, it is probably worth wasting a moment of time on a person who had a chance to do so. Tell me, what kind of loser you have to be to fuck over your life chaning chance by playing rock, paper, scissors? That's probably the most pathetic thing I've ever heard. You might think that this is a game of luck, and morons always have the most of that. Apparently, you even failed here. But it's probably even better, because such a joke shouldn't even be close to my championship. You heard it right, this is my championship, and Jeff only holds it for me. Oasis can't keep me away forever. Eventually I will get what belongs to me. Coming back, even if you are the most noteworthy person of the three of you, that doesn't say much anyway, Elijah. Probably no pride in being the least weak among the weakest. However, that probably makes you the best combination. Some fucking jobber team. After your words about this match, I have no doubt that you are a fucking clown, so no wonder you joined Ryo's circus of embarrassment. Regarding your permanent tag team partner. Flearthy...Flaherty ...Something like that. You came here together as a tag team with which many had great hopes and you even screwed it up. Two walking failures. You guys were supposed to have main focus on this, and it's been a year or so, and you haven't even been mentioned when it comes to tag titles picture. You can see for yourself that it could have worked differently. Perhaps if you could find a better tag team partner it would be easier for you. Although I don't know if even that would help enough.

When you look at my surroundings, you can see that I'm not here just to fuck around. I am not playing the games. I leave all my enemies burnt to ashes. I have told you before. I will do everything to get my justice and the OWA World Championship. I will tread your dead bodies for so long until Oasis finally opens his eyes and realizes he has lost. This stupid match Atlantis doesn't change anything on my agenda. Alongside Kenta Saru and Jack Daito, we will leave another blood trace on the hands of Scott Oasis.

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, Michael Bishop, Zumi and Alyssa Grace have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 26th 2021, 8:33 am by **Jessie B.**

We told you that The Black Sun would beat Solomon Caine and Kenneth Ishikari and we did it.

That's why we already said that it doesn't matter whether it's SSW or OWA, we're taking OWA by storm and we're going to do it again on Atlantis.

Well, for this week, it's not "taking by storm".....The Black Sun is going to drown Atlantis to the ground. We're going to burn it down with our suns.

So Jack Daito and I are going to have our leader, Arata Asakura by our side. We're going to show our rules of dominance how strong we really are as a trio.

I mean Jack and I are a great tag team but Asakura joining us, our opponents should be more scared of us….. especially you, Ryo Sakazaki.

To be clear with you, I have no personal hatred towards you at all but Asakura hates your guts with a 1000 powers of Suns and that means you're on his bad side…..for a long time and I hate to tell you this, but he is my leader and that's why I won't be hesitate to break your arms if I get a chance to do so.

But as I said, I don't hate you at all, Ryo. You're someone who has a potential to be the Spartan Champion or even the OWA World Championship someday. I don't doubt it. You have the skills but unfortunately, it isn't in my interest if you get to be successful or not. Thing is, there's a history between you and Asakura and that's why I too need to go all out against you and show no mercy, Ryo.

After all, I know you always have a self-confidence and I'm glad that you're able to say some funny things because let's see how much of fading stars we are because I found the logic to be stupid, Ryo. Boy, as I already said it to you, The Rising Sun is already dominating SSW and both Jack Daito and I had a good start in our official OWA debut so I don't know what you're talking about.

Maybe instead of breaking your arms, should I shut your mouth instead?

Hopefully Ryo, hopefully you're going to learn which I doubt you will but Asakura would be more than glad to shut you up once and for all. He'll be glad to kick your ass over and over again. But of course as I told you before, Jack and I want the fun as well.

Now, let me talk to you, Elijah Hampton. I'm glad that you don't watch Kingdom or SSW because now you're going to see what we're able to do by experiencing it yourself and you won't even be able to think when we lay our hands on you and actually, we're going to do some favour to you. We will turn your brain off with our fingers. You can't even think anymore after Atlantis or if you do, you mostly would be thinking something like "Oh God, should never mess with The Black Sun in the first place". How's that sound?

Such a shame because you're a talented athlete but it seems like you care about how you look. I mean who doesn't? Everyone wants to be good looking. My mask is badass but it's more than that. And that's for another story.

The story that I'm focusing on is that The Black Sun can arrange your face for the worse. Oh no, that's not what you want right? But it's not just your brain and your face.

You said you don't endorse fighting? Boy, what the hell are you doing here then? Why are you even here? You know what, The Black Sun is going to do you another favour. That we're going to get rid of you and send you to a hospital on Atlantis.

Better yet, you don't want to use your fists, so let me break your arms instead. That way, you won't even be able to use your hands anymore and you don't have to use your hands to fight. That's what you want right, Elijah?

You don't need to know my name. You only need to remember my mask as this mask is going to be the symbol of your demise.

One last guy…..Shea Flaherty. Another talent guy and I think he's not as stupid as Ryo and Elijah…..well I'm sure he is, so I better say something before he says some stupid things.

Yes Shea, just be quiet. Let The Black Sun to do the work by showing you how ruthless we can get and kick some stupid People's asses. You're going to witness some horrible scenes as we're going to give Ryo Sakazaki and Elijah Hampton some life lessons. Let them be your examples as we're going to kick them right in the head.

Just do us a favour, Shea. Just don't speak, that way, you would be saved from our wrath…..

…or on a second option, fuck it, you're going to have your ass kicked too and I might break your arms as well.

Michael Bishop and Alyssa Grace have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 26th 2021, 2:51 am by **Zumi**

---Azumi Goto Promo #1 - Old Foe, Same Result---
OWA Promos - Page 7 Giphy_3

--- Versus Savannah Sunshine - OWA Kingdom - May 30th, 2021 ---

(shoutouts to Haruna for the cool promo banner.)

At this point, I should just consider Phoenix, Arizona as my bad luck charm. First, Final Destination One against Natalie Cage, and now Dark Kingdom tournament finals against Jason Long.

Who knows, maybe I’ll get a win in that city but for now, I’m back on the road. It feels weird because that’s one of the things that I was relieved about when I was forced into retirement.

Yet here I am. Ready to get this season-long road trip started.

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After a bit of extra time in Phoenix, recovering and resting. It was back to Azumi’s daily routine. Making her over back to Los Angeles to be a part of OWT Electra to make sure the show is running fine as one of the primary producers of the brand. The long road trip continued for her as she arrived in Portland just a few hours before this video was recorded. The footage switches up from a professional camera to a phone camera as we see Azumi in her hotel room late at night.

The schedule is back to what it once was, a never-ending cycle of traveling and competing. It’s a mixed bag but it feels right to be back and competing frequently but right now, we have to talk about the tournament and the upcoming challenge.

Everything was going well, I beat JD without getting beaten down too badly, shocked everyone by eliminating the former champ out. I beat Jodan in a fast-paced match where I could have lost everything if I didn’t kick out at crucial moments and made some perfect reversals.

Heading into the finals, I knew that I had it in me to win the Spartans Championship but ultimately I was just mere fingertips away from victory. But I’m neither upset nor angry about losing in the finals. Now, what is next for me?

The mark of a true great is when they can rebound from a loss to seize a win. I didn’t win the Spartans Championship but you can say that I cemented my place right from the start. Just one mere moment, the smallest of missteps ended up leading to my downfall. And I’ll give Jason Long all the credit in the world for having gone through everything I threw at him and surviving. He’ll do great as Spartans Champion but now I have to find something else for me to look towards and for the first in nearly a year, I’m back on the road. What a way to do so against an old foe. It’s been a long time but yet that feels so fresh at times.

It just feels like that when you square off against an old foe especially one you’ve known for longer than most. Over the span of more than three years since I first met Savannah Sunshine, I’ve faced her countless times. Elimination Chamber Match, tag matches, and a few singles matches including the one that everyone tends to remember the most. The one where I halted Savannah’s destiny for my own.

It’s been a long while, Savannah. Some things never change, the list of opponents you end up facing included. When I learned you returned to OWA, I was quite excited to see you back and then I heard you were on Kingdom which got me even more interested in seeing you back. To be fair, it was the best call for you. Odyssey never felt like a place where you would be succeeding. Not because you weren’t trying but rather you seem to progress at the tortoise’s pace when it comes to your career. While everyone is racing ahead, you aren’t even able to string up a winning streak, everything crashes down after one win.

You were a day one roster member. The first episode of OWA Kingdom. Hell, you beat Aria on the same episode. The very first match to air on television and everything seemed to be going your way until it wasn’t. How did you not seize your opportunity when you defeated someone who is now considered an all-time great? But I guess that’s the Savannah Sunshine story, things seem to be on the up before all is derailed. You trip up all the time during the race and then people ask why when we talk about the old Empire Generation, your name isn’t brought up alongside the rest of us.

I want to believe otherwise because you were at one point, the heart and soul of the Women’s Division here in OWA. The belief was that OWA would be the change of scenery needed for you to finally break through the so-called glass ceiling but yet everyone passed you by, didn’t they? Natalie, Dulce, Diantha, and I all ended up achieving what many thought would be yours.

But this isn’t Odyssey and you’re lined up to challenge for the Tag Team Championship with your best friend Myojin against the general manager and his buddy Miltiadies no less. I wish you all the luck in that but this isn’t a match against them. You’ve got quite a while till Game Over, this week you’re against me.

And even if this is part of Reginald Dampshaw’s scheme to make sure you’re as battered up as physically possible heading into the tag championship match, it doesn’t mean I’m gonna lay down so you aren’t beaten up even further. More like I’m gonna give 100% because anything less would be insulting you and be a waste of your opportunity to even up the score for your biggest loss from your first time in OWA.

How about we take a trip back down memory lane? OWA Vindication, Queen of The Ring defense match. The night that kickstarted a part of my career that many considered the peak of my time as a professional wrestler. After being cheated out of the Women’s World Championship by then Champion Roxy. I saw this as my way back into that title picture. In front of me, the first and then-current holder of the ring Savannah Sunshine. Tragedy struck the career of Savannah Sunshine, everyone thought it would be her that would end up cashing in the ring to become Women’s World Champion. In the end? I was the one to do so. After 134 days, I gave up that exact same ring to capture the OWA Women’s World Championship in front of a raucous Chicago crowd. The most special night of my whole career where I got to show the world that I am able to stand as the best in the world. Through one win against you, I created the greatest career revival after a miserable tenure years before in a certain place where we worked together.

Can you believe that all of it could have been yours, Savannah? Each and single accolade that I ended up getting, all of it could have been yours. OWA Women’s Championship, Female Excellence Award, headlining the first Final Destination, and even my own Hall of Fame induction. All you had to do was beat me three years ago at Vindication, we would have been talking about you.

Unfortunately for you, time machines don’t exist and you can’t undo the past but you can write the wrong by beating me on Kingdom. That’s if I let you because as much as you want to win and send a message to Dampshaw and Miltiades by using me as an example. I keep the momentum from my debut going and I don’t have it in me to slow down. If the Spartans Championship isn’t in my future, well I might just look towards something else. Whatever that might, it doesn’t involve me losing to you. Not at this stage of my career.

I’m not saying that you aren’t on my level, you could rebound and recreate the season one magic to become an all-time great but Savannah you need to start winning more often. Once in a blue moon isn’t enough, Sunshine. You’re looking to capture a championship here in OWA and this world is a whole different ballpark. Your foes at Game Over have a plan, keep you away from your tag partner, put you through hell till you reach the event. That hell unfortunately includes me. I don’t want to do this because part of me really wants you to succeed but at the same time, I’m not in the mood to lose two in a row and end up in a rut. That just isn’t the type of wrestling career that I can accept now. Not with what I have accomplished and what I desire to accomplish during my time on Kingdom. I might not have a clear goal set in stone but it doesn’t mean that I’m willing to accept just being around Kingdom doing nothing.

I have that legacy of someone who is a Hall of Famer, of someone who has made sure the bar is raised stupidly high, and if the last Kingdom was me sending a message despite coming oh so close to the Spartans Championship. Then this week is a repeat of that message and I’ll make sure the world hears it again. If I have to use a friend to let the world know.

Savannah, your chances weren’t looking great when the match against me was announced. Knowing our past, the twists, turns, and everything that has come before this upcoming bout. Three years is a long time, Savannah. It feels like a millennium in some cases and honestly when we look at the career trajectory for the two of us. It definitely feels like a millennium.

Yet both of us are coming off title match losses. I’ll give you a lot of credit for your effort against Theodor Pavel. It takes a lot of guts to face someone like him and keep going after taking his best shot. Even if that Outlaw Championship match was nothing more than Dampshaw abusing his power to soften you up before Game Over, it can’t be stated enough about how you fought against someone as dangerous as Pavel.

And in no way am I saying that you don’t have a chance against me, Savannah. It would be horrible for me to see you as someone who can’t beat me. It’s more on the fact that history is on my side and has been for as long as I’ve known you. It always has been when the two of us square off in the ring. Those who don’t learn from history are doomed to repeat it right? Take a look back at when I beat you each time and make sure to take notes.

Maybe you’ll learn from those moments.

But no matter what you learn from rewatching our old match, the end result will always be the same. You looking up at the lights and my hand being raised in victory.

Because our history will continue to repeat itself.

Azumi soon shuts off her phone camera as the video ends abruptly.

VaeVictisBD, Michael Bishop, Devi Krysis, Alyssa Grace, Noah Reigner and RAMBEAUX have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 26th 2021, 1:06 am by **Elijah Hampton**

(Camera pans to an emotional Elijah Hampton, standing in his home. He's staring at a picture, but you can't see what it is at first. That is until the camera gets a clear shot of it, showing that it's a picture of The Ashes of the Wake, all together. Elijah looks up at the ceiling, trying to fight the tears. The camera zooms out and you see Elijah is standing right in front of a garbage bin and drops it straight in. He is upbeat, whistling. You hear him say, "Yep, that'll do it!" He clearly doesn't care.)

"Such drastic changes have been made by moi as of late. Different brand, therefore different enemies, but more importantly, different allies, OH MY! That last part has me cheesin’! Especially with all the cheddar that’s been coming my way! But hey, hey you, yes you...listen. I know, I know changes can sometimes be scary! Because of the unknown and such. You don’t know what to think! But just know this...and what I’m about to say will talk you off the ledge and give you a huge sigh of relief..there is still one constant in all of this. That being me. Because even with all of these changes, I’m still the same Ham Man. Yeah, I added Ham Man to the official list of nicknames belonging to the one and only, Elijah Hampton. Thought I would keep you updated on your Elijah faxxx, but I’m sure you were already well aware because duh, it’s me and I’m a pretty big deal, not just around these parts, but all the parts. But why tho, hmmm? HMMMM?! Why did I leave Kingdom behind? Why did I choose to abandon the Ashes of the Wake....or what was left of it? Because I’m a thinker. Big ol’ brain in this noggin. Best brain. My brain could beat up your brain. Whether it be a mental or physical fight. Soooo, with that said, I used this gigantic galaxy brain of mine and spent a lot of time weighing my options before I made anything official. Made a pros and cons list and checked it twice, ‘cause I had to be SUPER DUPER sure. Yeah, not just super, but duper as well. That’s how seriously I took this. No irrational decisions whatsoever. In fact, I recall one particular night I was in deep thought while I was deep in a thot. And it came to me. Phrasing, I know. It was time. The writing was on the wall. And it was telling me Elijah get the hell out of dodge! SCRAM! SKEDADDLE! Trot away before it all comes crumbling down on that perfectly symmetrical face of yours. And I did. There was only so much I could do, ya know? On Kingdom, as well as The Ashes....only so much I could possibly do! And it was tough. Being the clear-cut face of the Ashes. The leader. They didn’t like me very much over there. They, being my peers. Constantly belittling me. Constantly threatening me. Constantly putting their hands on me."

"It made me uncomfortable. I do not promote nor do I endorse fighting. Violence isn’t the answer. I believe in peace. I believe in talking it out. Being mature about it. Words go a long way. More so than the use of fists. But people like Jeff and Jacob Knight refuse to grasp such a concept. They think like cavemen. And they act like ‘em too. So yeah, I left. I would say Kingdom holds a special place in my heart, but it doesn’t. Lots of good memories? Sure. But I made those memories. And Kingdom will miss out on those future memories. Those OMG moments that’ll be talked about for generations to come. They don’t deserve me, let’s be real. Ashes didn’t deserve me. Kingdom didn’t deserve me. And do you know who else they don’t deserve? Hmm? Shea Flaherty and Ryo Sakazaki. That’s just me stating the obvious though. They were underappreciated over there. They were held back. And I can confidently say all of this because so was I. Being treated as a joke. Being laughed at, mocked. Like we were animals caged in. Try to pet me and I’ll bite your fucking finger off. NOM NOM NOM NOM! But now? With The Blacklist? The door is open. It’s wide open. And it’s not open because of a mistake. The wind didn’t pry it open. WE KICKED IT DOWN! With my nice and comfy loafers. ROUNDHOUSE KICK! POW! I know. I know what people are thinking. They think the Blacklist will just be like the Frontline for Ryo. It’ll just be like the Ashes for Shea and me. We’ll be on the low end of the totem pole. Ok. That’s what you think? Cool. You can think that. Just know, however, you would be wrong. And you are pretty dumb for thinking of something so outlandish. You deserve to get pointed at and laughed at...and to be honest? Stoned to death. But I know, people love their hot takes. They like to go against the grain so people will pay attention to them for a moment. A desperate and quite frankly, attempt to get attention. Can’t relate, ‘cause I’m no attention seeker. Just a very lowkey dude. But this? THIS is a new start for the three of us. A new opportunity has been presented our way and we will by no means squander it. We’ll take advantage. We’ll capitalize and WE WILL...deliver. There is no other option. There is no time to second guess. We are locked in. We are committed to the cause. And we will take over. That’s what we’ll do best. Take. We’ll take your championships. We’ll take your spotlight. We’ll take your passion, your will...and crumple it all up, toss it over our shoulder, and sink it right into the waste basket....SWISH, MOTHERFUCKERSSSS, NOTHIN’ BUT NET! CHEF CURRY WITH THE SHOT BOI! Speaking of cooked, let’s talk about our opponents this week on Atlantis.”

“Yeah, y’all about to get cooked out there. So you best stay out the kitchen. CAUSE YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE HEAT! AND YOU CERTAINLY CAN’T HANDLE ME! I’m sizzzzzzlin’. SSSSSSSSS! I’m hot. OWWWWW! Red hot. Blazing! I’M ON FIYYYYAH! Better get your oven mitts. Better break out the fire extinguisher! But it’s no use. Because you’re gonna get burned regardless ‘cause Hardcore Hampton...add that name to the list, ADD IT RIGHT NOW, takes no prisoners because like, hardcore af. But look, I’m not gonna lie. I’m annoyed. I’m perplexed. You don’t want a perplexed Elijah on your hands. A perplexed Elijah will get you superduperplexed off the top rope. So don’t make me act up. Don’t do it! TOO LATE! Because like I said, I’m feeling a little...a little bothered. Not hot and bothered either. Just bothered. The thing is, I got away from Kingdom for a reason. I just got that gross, rotten, expired Kingdom smell off of me and my spiffy as fuck turtlenecks after I scrubbed and scrubbed it away. Scrub-a-Dub-Dub, ya know? Yeah, ya know! Look, I had to bathe in tomato juice! Because the smell of a skunk and the stench of Kingdom is one of the same! But here I am, forced to face Kingdom’s finest! ....Oh never mind, it’s Arata, Jack Daito, and Kenta Saru instead. False alarm. Yeah, not gonna front, wrote those last two names on my hand. Woulda forgot otherwise. Like, I don’t want to come off as a bird....an owl, to be exact, but, WHO? WHO?! Are we sure these are even real people? They sound made up! Nah, let’s not jump to conclusions, Jah! They could be solid for all I know. They are new. At least I think they are? I don’t know, I don’t tune in to Kingdom anymore because I’ve never been bored enough to do so. And honestly, I don’t tune in to SSW either. ‘Cause same reason. I’m only worried about one thing and one thing only..that thing, being the most IMPORTANT thing on this planet..ME! And as you can see, Kingdom? SSW? It doesn’t concern me. Therefore, it’s deemed unimportant. So deeeeez yo boys, Arata? This them? Rolling with ‘em? Your ride and die? Cool cool cool. Better than the last bunch of schmucks you surrounded yourself with."

"Speaking of which, it was pretty rad when you betrayed Jeff, to be honest. Not sure if I told you that. He was like so caught off guard and shit, it was funny. He was all like, NOOOOOO! Haha! But it was so obvious. Like, your name literally has rat in it. It was eventually gonna happen. Hey, that’s all in the past! Here you are now, a leader. Leading Jackie and that other dude. His name is smudged on my hand now. The masked dude. Imagine covering your face. I could never! I would never do that to the people! That would be a disservice! But yeah, okay, Simon Says. Leading and such. ‘Cause you have so much wisdom to share! So many lessons to teach! Like on how to lose world title matches at the grandest stage of them all! Good stuff. Not really. It’s a head-scratcher. I don’t understand why someone would let you lead and for the most part, dictate their careers. ‘But what do you know, Jah! You aren’t a leader!’ ‘Cause I’m man enough to admit that I still have some work to do. Some kinks to iron out! And what better way than to learn from people that are actually at the top of this industry in the likes of Havoc..and now, and even better yet, the hall of famer, Nas. They’ve done it all. Unlike you. You may think your time is coming. You may think that all three of you will ascend to the tippy top together and you know what? You just might! Oh, I know, you thought I was gonna slam the door in your face and tell you that you have no shot! NO SHOT IN HELL! But you do. You do have a shot, Arata. And it’s because..drumroll please, you’re on Kingdom! It’s easier over there. Case and point, Jeff is your world champion. Your time will come most likely. Just not this week. BECAUSE YOU HAVE HARDCORE HAMPTON STANDING IN YOUR WAY! And let me tell you, I’m fucking crazy. I jump off stuff! High stuff! I wear one elbow sleeve instead of two. Meaning, I’m willing to risk it all and hurt my right elbow for this business. That says it all right there. But yeah, I’m gonna straight murk you guys this week. You have the word Black in your alliance’s name when we already had it and called dibs. You wanna be us so badly it’s embarrassing. Pffft, posers. So yeah, you’re done kiddo. All three of y’all. YOU’RE DONE! FINISHED!"

VaeVictisBD, Michael Bishop, Alyssa Grace and RAMBEAUX have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 25th 2021, 11:47 pm by **DarkCircle**

The Madness

{The feed starts up and we find ourselves waiting room somewhere, like a dentist's office or the DMV save for while we hear the sounds of movement and action...it is completely devoid of any form of life, and as the camera moves to the actual sitting area is where we find none other than Ryo Sakazaki sitting in a chair with one foot up on the table in front of him and a slightly annoyed look on his face}

Ryo: You know, I think I might have caused the crash of the Titanic in a past life to have karma or something do this to me...I mean my first match on a new brand after that total waste of my time that was Final Destination and the match just has to involve fucking Arata Asakura?

A man who on social media made great joys about saying that he was going to "kill" me for annoying him or some bullshit reason.

Man, that just goes to show how "professional" he really is. Showing just how much like all of the other marks online love to throw that fucking phrase around like I've done something other than work in a sport that I've literally sacrificed my body to on multiple occasions thus far for this company.

But, eh...what'cha gonna do as marks are gonna be just that, marks.

{Ryo lifts his foot off of the table and sets it onto the ground, leaning forward as he does so, fixing the camera with an even look}

Ryo: You see at Atlantis, I finally get to work with two guys that I've enjoyed watching over the last several months in Elijah and Shea. It's not often you find two men taking a kind of dark, personal pride in their work despite how much they completely and utterly despise each other.

Intense fury, classic villain, and with a touch of that violent madness that I’m ensured to bring into this match and that’s why we’re going to come out of this thing at Atlantis over Arata and his Black Sun...because the trio of Elijah, Shea, and Ryo equals ratings...while the Black Sun equals more than yet another failed attempt at cashing in on an already fading star in his last mad grab at being anything.

And yes Arata, I know that you’ll probably take this time to let the world know time and time again about how great you are compared to me and that how you’ve won this fucking championship and that fucking championship, but the question is you annoying little twat is how long can you beat the same fucking drum and make yourself sound like such a great and noble thing even as a villain?

Newsflash, ya *CAN’T*!!!

{Suddenly Ryo is up onto his feet in a flash as the palms of his hands slam hard onto the table in front of him which makes everything there jump}

Ryo: I might have ended the last bit of the last OWA season on a bit of a downward spiral, yes...but one must always go through hardships to prove themselves worthy of the greater rewards to come and trust me, Arata, when I say that those rewards will be coming to me soon from the strength of these two hands, then you’d better fucking believe it because I’m going to be bathing these two hands in the blood of your two little flunkies because the polite, respectful fucker that I was when I was apart of the Frontline...that Ryo Sakazaki is dead, *dead* and fucking buried because of motherfuckers like you and the rest.

I tried to be the good guy that this company deserved, but in the end this company didn’t deserve the kind of hero that I could be for it. I gave a shit about people and in the end, those self-same people that I gave a shit about did nothing more than hold me back...I can see that now.

But just like you, Arata. You’re the friggin albatross that hangs about my neck like a millstone and while you say that you’re going to kill me so casually, I’m going to do worse to you my old son.

Yeah, some real big “professional” you are. You don’t get what you friggin want and you form a little gang to ensure that you can cheat your bitch ass to win.

How about at Atlantis, Arata, you and your little band of nit-fucks just lay down and take the loss like the good little whiny bitches that you are, because me and the boys have better things to do than to play patty cake with you lot.

{Ryo then starts to chuckle, it starts off slowly and then it starts to increase in both volume and madness until suddenly Ryo then brutally sweeps everything off of the table before grabbing the table itself and hurling it away from him as he storms up to the camera and shoving a finger right into the pickup}

Ryo: You don’t think that I don’t hear you lot laughing at me? You don’t think that I don’t see those sneers or hear the clicky clacks of your fingertips upon the hard-plastic nubs on your wireless keyboards as you suck down your Monster energy drinks by the twenty dollar four packs?

“Black Sun”...what’s wrong, DC Comics wouldn’t let you have the trademark on “Black Zero”, Arata?

Of course not, that would imply that you’re just as cool as General Zod...which you ain’t you little fuck-nugget!

You might think that I’m some kind of bad joke that just won’t stop or go away, Arata...but if that is the case then I’m going to be an epic classic long after you’re long and faded away into do nothing memory Arata because everybody in the history of the world remembers the greatest bad joke of them all….

“Why did the chicken cross the road”?

It’s so simple that it’s bad...just like how you equate me as a person, right?

So for you and all of you little haters out there, understand that I’m not going to go the fuck away because of all the unjustifiable hate you heap upon me for doing nothing more than being who the fuck *I* am...but I will give you all something to hate me for soon enough when the wins start to stack up and all of you are forced to eat the fucking heaps of humble god-damned pie that will be right there in front of you!!

And that path of my victory starts with my foot on your neck at Atlantis, Arata Asakura.

And once I get rid of you, oh millstone...then I start with the other little shit and use both of your bloody carcasses as bait for my next fishing trip!!

So come one, come all and enjoy the joyride…

{Ryo lowers his finger and looks hard into the camera}

Ryo: I’m waiting Arata, don’t fucking disappoint me.

{The feed fades to black}

Michael Bishop, Alyssa Grace and Elijah Hampton have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 25th 2021, 8:15 pm by **Darkane**

This shit is a fucking grind.

No cap.

Through shovels, through chairs, through light tubes, through barbed wire, through thumbtacks, through fire, through everything you could possibly think of, I’ve been put through it by thousands of men who wanted to kill me the first time they laid their eyes on this greasy monstrosity. And It took me a long time to reach the apex once again because of it. I spent three years on a World Championship milk carton. The chances were bountiful, sure, they were there to be had but some would say ‘fate’ had other plans in store if you can even call it that. I was never a believer in that stupid jejune adage, you know, that starry-eyed dreamers like to break out whenever shit hits the fan in order to justify a change in their lives. Everything happens for a reason. Whenever some woke dipshit blurts that out it makes me want to strangle their windpipes with their own fucking esophagus until they spew their honey nut cheerios breakfast all over my disease-ridden cock. Whenever I maim someone, it doesn’t happen out of a cruel twist of fate, or something that’s supernatural, or straight out of Final Destination. It happens when I take the reigns and establish firm control, it happens when your weaknesses are so glaring and apparent you might as well put them on a billboard for all to see. Fate doesn’t leave shit in God’s hands, he doesn’t orchestrate the demise of anybody. He’s too busy fingering angels up their wet gilded cunts and kicking his feet up while the world self-destructs. That’s where I come in. My work isn’t God’s. It isn’t the Devil’s. it’s Darkane’s and anybody who wants to attribute their demise for 'a reason will undoubtedly get their shovel’s worth.

It’s such a lazy fucking mindset. I mean take Olympus for example when I punished Nas for merely existing on my watch. You could tell from the opening bell he didn’t want to be there. His heart wasn’t in it and in turn, he put forth a limped dick effort and I once again, proved, without a shadow of a doubt that Nas has and always will be my fucking property. I literally took a shower for the first time in three months to rid myself of the repugnant stench Ricardo Nas Rose reeked of with his effort. I’ve never seen such a man so far down the fucking totem pole actually sink lower than the already preconceived bottomed out expectations set out for him by whoever is in his corner be it his five fans, four of which have bucket heads and cleft palates, one of which is his rotted out wench wife Tarah Nova. I should have offered him a .45 and told him to take care of business outside the arena so he doesn’t make a fucking mess in my vicinity but I guess even his splattered frontal lobe would put up more of a fight than he did last week.

Graham Baker and his butt pirate brigade tried to make a statement on Olympus, looking awfully formidable in a three-on-one attack with some other new meat blowhard Devin Mitchell. I don’t care if you attack me from behind, you know, it’s a good strategy to catch your opposition off guard but Graham, if you’re going to bring out dollar store Bane and flamingo ass banged Noah Reigner for crowd control, at least make sure they get their shots in too. The only thing they did was pose like it was an easy, breezy, CoverGirl photo shoot with Queen Latifah. I can’t say I’m surprised by the reinforcements, you live by the oath of The Corsairs and you die by it.

And you will all die by it.

In due time.

By all means, take a seat at ringside - talk your shit on commentary and come up with a makeshift scouting report on yours truly. Study the field to your wit’s end, but realize what I do to Stark will absolutely pale in comparison to what happens to OWA’s resident little engine that couldn’t Graham Baker. Stark is a warm up job, a spare body thrown to the lions at the last minute. I guess passe duds like Keelan aren’t around to stick in World Championship matches so they throw darts at an “irrelevance” board. You know, The Nas’, The Stark’s of the world, the wastes of semen that don’t have anything to do but serve as fucking test dummies. They’re resume builders, statistics to beef up my defenses but Stark will at least try to convince you otherwise unlike Nas. I’ll give that to him. He’ll hold his previous ho-hum victories over Darkane above my head like a fresh mutton chop. That’s all he’s got. He’ll span back four years to fucking Showdown and cherry-pick a chance one on one encounter and do you know why he’ll bring it up? It’s not because he has the edge over me, it’s not even to piss me off, it’s because he’s clinging to an alternate fucking universe that is long gone. Back in the days of yore where Stark was at the top of his game in the Joisey prison camp. Where he led the pack of Showdown mid-card dogs for a few short months or at least that’s the tripe he tries to convince himself with. He’ll beat that dead horse until there’s nothing left but the imprint in the ground.

Stark yearns for yesteryear.

Because post-2017 he hasn’t done shit on a shingle except wallow in his own self-inflicted sorrow and book himself into high-tier, high-stake SSW matches where he was completely outclassed and didn't belong in the fray whatsoever. Instead of running the company like a tight ship, he’d rather go out there, fall on his face and habitually embarrass himself time after time. He’d rather interject himself into storylines than watch young talent flourish from their roots. What kind of Banks complex do you have, motherfucker? It’ll be a cold day in hell when Stark hangs them up for the greater good as oppose to weaseling his way into Last Simp Standing matches in an effort to prove who the bigger tool is. When it comes to you and me Stark, the game has changed. This isn’t the same Stark who lived rent-free in my head years ago when I didn’t know any better. This isn’t the same Stark whose palm I was eating out of either. Like the Lannister’s, I always pay my debts and Stark - I owe you a vicious beating that will span fucking generations, that wrestling historians will look back on a hundred years for now but not for the reasons you think.

Vengeance isn’t my motivation.

Nah, not even fucking close.

Spiking your head on a thousand fucking chopsticks wouldn’t mean shit to me if Graham wasn’t there to see it.

I want him to bear witness to the thorough dismemberment of Stark as a precursor.

As it stands Stark reminds me of a punch drunk alcoholic blowing whiskey bubbles in his own spillage on the floor knowing full well he had too many but still won’t let the urge go to prove that he’s OWA’s Frank Gallagher. Nobody wants you here but you stick around if not for the torment of yourself, then the torment of others. That’s really a snapshot of your entire middling career and existence, isn’t it? You’re not loved, you’re not craved, you’re not needed in any fashion but you’re still here to everyone’s dismay but they know how this riddle goes. Stark flies in on his magic carpet, bong a ‘tokin, promises everyone the world, and subsequently buries himself neck-deep in his own rice-filled shit. Stark is the closest resemblance of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde I’ve ever seen fester inside of a ring. A model of inconsistency. Where he goes, we’re not sure what follows. He shows flashes of greatness, he marvels the audience in one breath, and in the next, he’s pelted with trash and booed out of the building. So you’d think, if that is his true calling card, he’d try to turn over a new leaf? Nah, he’ll cower back into his NYC slum, light a beefy blunt, and become one with zen to escape the pain of his wretched track record. Whatever this Majin Stark is, seems like the proverbial last gasp and has already run its course long ago. It’s no better than Nas’ umpteenth reincarnation. Some see it as reinventing the wheel. I see it as complete and utter desperation. It's hard changing who you are, especially to appease an audience but here you are, branding an M on your forehead, searching for answers.

You'll find them.

You'll find all of them, just not in the way you envisioned. I'm not here to help you find clarity or put on a five-star classic with a fucking watered-down wet noodle mockery of what Stark once was. Nobody has the time or the patience to wade through your shit anymore. You're past the point of no return. The Omega Heavyweight Championship is proof in it of itself that you are biting off way more than you can chew but isn't that Stark's synopsis? Sticking his nose where it doesn't belong, only to get smacked the fuck down into insignificance. Believe that there's no rest for the wicked Stark, you should know that better than most.

Especially when I turn that M upside down and rebrand it to a W in the middle of GraveWorm as I carve out my fucking initials in your flesh. Or maybe I'll just fill in the blank spaces and spell out GrahaM Baker.

That way you both know you're absolutely fucked.

VaeVictisBD, Michael Bishop, Alyssa Grace and Noah Reigner have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 25th 2021, 6:58 pm by **Nobi**

So this is it….my first Hybrid Championship defense.

My first challenger is the same guy who was the first contender who challenged me for the SSW Puroresu World Heavyweight Champion. He is the same guy who once held the OWA Tag Team Championship with me and that is Teddy Mac.

I'm not gonna pretend that I'm going to give you sympathy for this match, Teddy Mac. After all, you're the one that is asking for the stipulations that the loser of this match has to leave Olympus.

First thing first, I gotta give you credit for putting your Olympus tenure on the line because you're ready to put your kids and kids on the line as well. Not saying that Kingdom wouldn't open the door for you and for sure you have the Wrestleworld money like I do but it's great to see that you're willing to put your money where your mouth is because you know as well as I do that I'm the guy that has beaten you one on one clean and fair despite you had your The Phantom Troupe comrades at that time to help you out.

You and Travis Murphy did beat me and Reno Dumont at Wrestleworld but that's a different case yet a similar one like our one on one encounter because just like before, you had someone watching your back to beat me.

I'm going to interpret this as you see me as your worst nightmare, Teddy. You're so eager to beat me because you need to prove that you're above me and you're better than me. You still have me in your thoughts. That's why you're trying to get rid of me from Olympus. You want to end this once and for all.

You want to prove that you're not some tag team guy which you aren't Teddy. You're a former OWT World Champion after all which is proof that you're a great single wrestler too.

Yes, I think it's clear enough that I don't think too highly of you as a person but as a wrestler, you're as great as anybody else. Maybe you also learned a trick or two from Jacob Senn, Darkane, Matt Miles, and even from Big Naheem. They're great. All of them, so I believe you've improved your game ever since you parted away from me.

You are certainly not the most popular guy these days, but even so, I do believe that you'd be a great Hybrid Champion. You have all the talents for that. It'd be cool for your kids to see Papa Teddy as a solo Champion. You came pretty close to beating Noah Reigner for the TV Championship, kudos to you, that takes a lot of things to push someone like Reigner so do consider this as a compliment.

That means, I do acknowledge you as a threat to my Hybrid Championship and my existence on Olympus. It's true that I believe you think that you can beat me, Teddy, while I know I can beat you, but your thoughts aren't on the wrong track at all.

But first, I do know that you do think that you can beat me because otherwise, you wouldn't put your Olympus career on the line. Not just because I'm your worst nightmare, but also because you think you have what it takes to beat me.

And that is a fair point now that I think about it.

I mean look at me. I might not be The White Knight that people knew. I tapped out more often nowadays. People beat me left and right. I didn't pin an Awakening to win my Hybrid Championship. I only scored one elimination in the Clash of Titans this year and so on and on.

So perhaps I'm not the best person to have the Hybrid Championship right now.

What would make me the deserving Hybrid Champion? That because I'm a veteran now? That I'm a former World Champion….not in OWA is expected to bring more prestige to the Hybrid Championship? That I have a good fan-base so Aren thinks my popularity can help out to bring a name value to this belt?

One can always assume and another one would just be happy and satisfied that I'm holding the Hybrid Championship, so that's why I have to prove it why I am the Hybrid Champion, starting from you, Teddy.

Back in the day, in the New Jersey Federation. I won a National Elite Championship. I held that belt for 4 months. Did you know what happened? Every single one who dared to challenge me decided to walk away from that company. They all thought they could challenge me and beat me but when they failed to do so, it broke down their mentality. Even the previous Champ who defeated me eventually, needed 3 months off to heal his mental health before asking for a rematch.

You, Teddy, you could be on the same boat as them. I know you want to beat me so bad but either you're too confident or you're afraid of losing to me twice and that's why just in case you lose, you prefer it for the door to hit you on your way out because your mentality could be shaking already the moment you decided to speak on the mic in the previous Olympus show.

But of course, you're not the only one that puts your Olympus tenure on the line. I'm the same case as you. It's obvious that if I lose, I won't be on Olympus anymore and I won't be no longer the Hybrid Champion anymore. You will be. And I for sure have to prepare to go to Kingdom….that is if they want me. Kingdom might not want me after all and I have to leave OWA in general too right? That's the worst case scenario.

But I'm sure just like you are. I would prefer it to stay on Olympus and put on a 5 stars classic as the Hybrid Champion. I might not always be around, but Olympus is always my home. I made my OWA debut here and I for sure want to stay around on Olympus as long as possible.

Am I nervous? I for sure am and I have given you credit for how you have improved and all that stuff, so I do hope I have what it takes to beat you for the second time and get rid of your face from Olympus.

After all, you said it to me once that I'm a big Eater and if you think Olympus is too big for two of us, I won't even let you get the leftovers. All you're going to get is getting your ass kicked.

Maybe that way, you'd be back to the old Teddy Mac. Not necessarily as the guy who likes to eat, but as a guy who always fights for the greater good. Kinda like how you are still doing those in Wrestleworld.

So after all, you're still the old Teddy Mac in a way but for some reason, you decided to be more edgy in OWA because those Phantom Troupe guys gave you some wrong lessons and you took your advices which I guess isn't actually wrong considering Senn's, Darkane's, and Miles' reputations.

But the moment you attacked Noah Reigner after you lost to him, just showed how low you have fallen to the ground. That wasn't the best move but I do have faith in you that you will redeem yourself after I kick you out from Olympus.

And that goes without saying that I will still be the Hybrid Champion.

Michael Bishop, Alyssa Grace and Noah Reigner have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 25th 2021, 4:40 pm by **Mark Michaels**

Michaels: “So they got me on Atlantis this week huh? You know usually I’d be pretty unhappy having to work a meaningless tag match. I’m not like most of the guys and girls in the locker room who are only here to cash a check. And usually when I’d be in this situation I would keep this whole interview short and sweet, then proceed to run through the mother fucker who had the misfortune of having to stand across from me this week like a hot knife through butter before going along my merry way to sunnier days. But this week is different. this week means more than just an exhibition of what I bring to the table. It’s more than just some TV time to keep myself relevant, and it’s more than a chance to display my abilities and put everyone on notice that I will once again be the Hybrid champion. No, this week means so much more because this week has to do with family. See, For the last few weeks everyone has been running around talking about some perceived tension between myself, and my brother Eon Blue. This is laughable, I mean they can’t see what’s right under their own noses. I fucked up, I admitted it in front of the whole world, I apologize, and that apology was accepted. But all the QAnon followers are going around saying things like ‘did you see the look on Noah’s face as he was walking away?’ Or ‘ he probably hugged Mark more out of social awkwardness rather than wanting to patch things up.’, It’s laughable seeing these halfwits throw around all these wild accusations while turning a blind Eye to the simple fact that things between myself and Eon are perfectly fine. Do you hear me? The Awakening Is fine. Things between myself and Eon Blue are fine. And soon enough this whole period will be a foot note in the two of us reestablishing ourselves as two of the top guys on Friday night. So To everyone trying to predict doom and gloom for the Olympus branch of the Awakening, for everyone trying to spin the last few weeks into some kind of rivalry or feud between myself and Eon, to all the wannabe dirt sheet writers who are trying to make a name for themselves by sullying both my own as well as my brother’s. To all of you, from the bottom of my heart, I invite you to go fuck yourselves you miserable pricks.

Now with that little piece of business out of the way I can now focus on the match they have lined up for me on Atlantis. A match that will prove that the Awakening is just as strong as ever. A match that will start us down the road of the Awakening once again being the top faction in all of OWA. Once that bell has rung, and both myself and Eon have our hands raised in victory, and we leave another pair of overhyped and under developed fan favorites as nothing more than road kill in the ring, we’ll have taken back the respect that we deserve. Respect we earned in 2020, respect we deserve here and now. I am anxiously anticipating the moment the four of us step into the ring. With baited breath I am so looking forward to stomping those hollow skulls of Devi Krysis and Azurine Vabib-, Vailbe- Vebilbo baggins. Whatever the fuck her name is, like eggshells. You see not only am I gonna shut up all the morons in crowd from talking shit, I’m gonna make an example out of these two dipshits for the entire locker room to keep their traps shut. Let it be known right now that nobody talks crap about Mark Michaels and walks away unscathed. Not even pitiful ants like Devi Krysis. for as much as things have supposedly changed this season, it’s good to see that Devi is little more than a dimwitted twit who’s so oblivious to everything going on around her she doesn’t even realize when she’s shooting herself in the foot. I mean what the hell does she even mean when she called me and Eon leftovers? More than that, at least a left over can be something of value. You can get something out of left overs. Did she not hear the words that Fell out of her mouth during that promo of hers, and I use the term promo generously here because all she really did was waste 3 and a half minutes of my life that I’ll never get back. Devi said it herself, Myself Eon, Noah, and Father Nathan all held gold. We won faction of the year, above the dynasty, the black list, Frontline, and ashes of the wake. We did more in a few months than factions have done in years. Some say we over achieved, I say we showed our true potential. Mind you we didn’t “freebird” a belt like some factions do to pad out their resume. We took every championship worth taking, and we did so with everyone saying there was no chance in hell we would. the Awakening was the most dominating group in OWA history. Hell some may argue that we may very well still might be because we didn’t get broken up, we expanded to start running things on Kingdom as well. And with Final Destination aside we knocked it out of the park every time we were up to bat. Let me put it to you like this, in six months we went from guys who everyone thought would flounder and fizzle out of the company by this time, to the kings of the mountain who couldn’t give two shits about peons like Devi Krysis. What has she done? Who has she beat? She wins a battle royal in some bingo hall? big deal. She almost won a match? Almost doesn’t count around here honey. Oh but she threw a shot put really far, and would have won the Jobber games if only she gotten to the hungry hungry hippos round. Yeah call me when you can pin someone or make them submit. Someone who isn’t a goddamn narcoleptic. Well to be fair most everyone falls asleep when Devi wrestles by I digress. Give me one relevant stat, one key win that Devi has gotten. Since my time is precious to me I’ll skip right to the point, THERE ISN’T ONE! Devi isn’t some Diamond in the rough just waiting for her moment to break through. No, she’s a piece of fool’s gold being cherished by people who know nothing of things that are valuable. She’s not a wrestler who has earned the respect of her peers due to her skill or tenacity, she’s the fucking comic relief, the butt end of the joke, the low floor to remind all the people in the crowd just what the bottom of the fucking barrel is in OWA.

Azurine, I feel for you. I mean here you are having to carry the company laughing stock against talent that lives and breaths in Rarified air. Someone so pathetic, Liz Karlson’s undefeated streak came to an end because she was stuck in the same position you are right now. Now I know you’ll be quick to come to the defense of the company punching bag, you’ll rush to her defense with something that goes along the lines of ‘ C’mon Mark, at least Devi is enough of a goof that people know who she is. It’s not like she’s some unremarkable, and wholly forgettable scrub like Azurine Vibb- what the hell you call yourself.’ or at least I think that’s what you’ll do because quite frankly I can never understand a goddamn word that spills out past your gums. Listening to you is like listening to a CD that’s been scratched to hell, and skips every other second. Anyways the point is that your partner is a pathetic waste, and you’re not doing much better. So why don’t the two of you do yourselves a favor and just savor being in the same ring with two of the pound for pound best wrestlers in OWA. Study how well we work as a unit even when the whole world is saying we’re on the verge of tearing each other apart. See what men who have the talent and ability to grow from their losses, learn from their mistakes, and come out better on the other side for it, rather than perpetually running on the hamster’s wheel and getting nowhere. Or do what you always do, come in, get your little pity pop from the crowd, and proceed to get your ass handed to you. Either way the end result gonna be the same, that I promise you. So right now you girls best decide on whether you want to do things the easy way where you don’t end up in a hospital. Or if you want to do things the hard way, where you find that your careers as professional wrestling’s punchline coming to an end real quick via The Lethal Injection.

So chose wisely, because I’ll be waiting.”

Michael Bishop and Alyssa Grace have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Nakita DuBov May 25th 2021, 12:32 pm by **HellFighterINC**

Nakita DuBov

Odyssey Promo #1

verses Revy

"Setting the Narrative verses Re-writing the Narrative"

(The scene opens inside a large corner office overlooking the city and cut to a large desk placed in front of a large window showcasing the city of Honolulu, Hawaii below. A figure is seated behind the desk inside a large leather chair smoking a cigar in one hand and holding a glass filled with bourbon in the other while listening to the song "Outside" by David Bowie playing overhead on a stereo system filling the room. After a few moments, the large leather chair spins around to face the camera to reveal the figure as Kevin Edward LeBrock, manager and advocate to "The Fem Phenom" Nakita DuBov. He is wearing a white three pieced custom tailor made suit with a gold chain dangling on the 4'11 little person's chest. His long braided dreadlocks neatly and individually braided with care and precision flowing passed the middle of his back. He sets his drink down on the coaster on the desk and flicks an ash into the ashtray, LeBrock turns down the music, then takes a long drag just as begins speaking.)

LeBrock: "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and piss ants watching at home all across the world. My name is Kevin LeBrock, and I am the advocate to the season four-soon to be utterly dominating, The Red-Headed Leviathan, the Green-Eyed Devil herself, The Evisceration of Armageddon, The Fem Phenomenal, sensational, Nakita DuBov."

"Speaking of Nakita, you'll have to excuse her immediate absence at the moment as she is out and about training and getting focused and prepared for her upcoming match this week on Odyssey so all of your hype shit and promo will be going through yours truly for the immediate and foreseeable future. Nakita and I have discussed it and feel that all of her focus and energy should be keyed on in the ring and what transpires within those four ropes and even around it in order to not only ensure, but best maximizes her chances of victory each and every single week, and frankly I couldn't agree more. For now, Nakita is going to be seen, but not heard, and why should she? I mean after all, this is what she pays me for and this is what I do. I am the man that you talk to, but you will see and get all of the best of the six foot four, one-hundred and eighty pounds of raw natural athleticism, unparalleled and unequaled, unmeasurable, unfathomable, unquantifiable, brutal strength. The rookie season and with that, the trials of fire of season three have passed. This is a new dawning for the entire OWA and for Odyssey. You see, Nakita has played ball long enough and went with the flow wherever the winds may take her and now it's time for her her to roll up her sleeves and show what she can really do in that ring. Nakita is not just a wrestler, she is a killer, a vicious, cold, relentless machine of pain and it is time that the entire Odyssey roster finally takes notice once and for all. This is her mindset, and when it is all said and done, she will not only be holding championship gold, but she will be reigning, defending, and utterly dominating as she sits high and alone on her throne with all of her challengers laying down motionless at the bottom littering her feet. This is my decree, this is my design. So sayeth the Advocate, so let it be."

(LeBrock takes a sip from his bourbon before continuing on.)

"This week, my client, Nakita DuBov, gets back into singles action, in what she strives and excels at. No more triple threats, fatal four ways, tag team matches, or cinematic reality show competitions, she gets to step back into two women enter, and one woman leaves, when she goes one on one with Revy. Now Revy, you are so flying high after what you did to the newly crowned and current reigning OWA Women's World Champion, Jonetta Stone last week don't you? You not only stocked the entire world watching with what you did her her, but in one cold and vicious act of violence, you singlehandedly managed to set the narrative for the entire OWA going forward and more than likely threw the first shots fired, in what should be a matchup for the ages when you take the first of the line and step up to try and take Jonetta's title from her. You got everybody buzzing and everyone's attention and what you did and while there are people that are booing and hating on you for what you did, contrary to what everyone else thinks, Nakita and I do not hate you. In fact, we admire you for what you did to her last week on Odyssey and not just for the beating, but being able to take every sling of every venomous arrow fired from Ms. Stone's poison filled mouth. This is a woman, who's mouth cut right into you as if like you were Jesus, and she was the Roman sentry that was whipping you with the cat of nine tails and she was pulling off chunks of flesh from your beaten body, and you took every single lash like a champion. Nakita and I hold that in high respect, and then you still managed to come back with the beating of beatings and tore into you and when you blasted her with that flashbang, Nakita and I, let's just say that we marked the fuck out for you. We loved every single moment as you stood over Jonetta Stone's unconscious and beaten and bloody body. Like I said, that image, that attack, right there, has set the narrative going forward for the entire OWA and we applaud you for all that you did. We respect you."

(LeBrock takes another drink from his bourbon before continuing on.)

"You see Revy, you made a god bleed, and it is said that if you make god bleed, people will cease to believe in them, there will be blood in the water, Jonetta's blood is in the water, and the sharks will come. They are coming, case and point, my client. You see, Nakita is not coming for her, at least not yet. She is coming straight for you Revy, but if you didn't get it before, hear me now. She is not doing it for revenge or for some unspoken bond of honor in the locker room. To hell with all that. No, she is coming to dominate and eviscerate and obliterate you. She is coming to turn you into a puffy cloudy mist that will stain the entire canvas of that ring of the Stan Sherriff Center in a beating that the people of Honolulu, let alone the entire world that is watching will never forget that will eclipse everything that you did to Ms. Stone last week. Just as you have set the narrative for the OWA going forward, Nakita DuBov is looking to totally and completely re-write the narrative. Like they say, 'even the best laid plans'. All of your carefully laid out plans will be all for nothing because the biggest shark is coming to devour you Revy. She is the Red-Headed Leviathan and she is looking to take what is hers and that is the OWA World Women's Championship"

(LeBrock pauses as he smiles taking a long drag from his cigar before continuing on.)

"So, we thank you for all that you have done, her, but let's face it, we'll take it from here and what what Nakita does to you this week on Odyssey, will eclipse and make what you did to Jonetta seem like a distant memory. What else can I say Revy? This business is all about dog eating dog, picking your spots, and ceasing your opportunities. Nakita is doing exactly that and taking it from your cold, broken, hands. Then whenever she is done with you Revy, she is going to turn onto what is left of Jonetta Stone, and plow right on through her, then take the OWA World Women's Championship title, plant her feet on the top of that mountain and nobody will ever move her."

(LeBrock takes his cigar, and slowly mashes it out into the ashtray grinding it into the glass as he closes.)

"And this is not just a prediction, this goes well beyond spoiler, it just...is. Count on it Revy, count on it."

(The scene slowly fades out on Kevin LeBrock as he smiles devilishly into the camera and closes out on his smile.)

Michael Bishop has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 24th 2021, 4:13 pm by Guest

We once again fade from black to a shot of a dark-haired man — now presumed to be Jack Daito — writing another message on a Japanese postcard. When he has finished, he places it inside the envelope and ties it together with a bow, just as before. The screen fades to black and, again, just like before, the message that had been written appears in bold white, spoken aloud by Daito himself in a somber-sounding tone.

この世界は吸血鬼でいっぱいです。
あなたは希望の光のままであり、この世界にはまだ何か良いものがあることを私に思い出させます。

Like clockwork, the screen fades to black… with the difference this time being that there are no reverberations of a motorcycle’s engine revving through the night. There is no wind. Instead, we are welcomed with the sound of sipping. Rather than obnoxious, it’s… almost soothing. The scene fades in on Jack Daito sitting on a stool, legs crossed, with a mug of some kind of hot beverage in his palms. Daito takes a moment to acknowledge the camera and then places the drink down on the table in front of him. He shakes his head.

“I believe it to be rather telling that in merely myself and Kenta Saru’s second match we are put against the worst offenders opposing Black Sun’s cause. A poorly stitched together alliance of OWA’s worst sewer-dwelling low-lives following the lead of the blemish on professional wrestling known as Nas, the same blemish on this sport that dared step foot on Black Sun territory when he signed a contract with SSW and disgraced its name even further with his sham of a world championship. It is men with a foothold in this industry like him who must be eradicated, for his mere presence alone has allowed such wickedness to spawn as Jack Daniels, Chase Vedder, and even this pathetic excuse of humanity known as Ryo Sakazaki. I am not a callous man… but it will bring me great pleasure to personally remove the heads of each member of The Blacklist one by one. With their faction on Olympus and Black Sun on Kingdom this is perhaps the only chance we will have to exact justice on this particular brand of evil.“

Daito takes a spoon sitting on the table next to the mug and begins using it to idly stir his beverage.

“I have talked more in these mere few weeks in OWA than I have in my entire time in SSW. That is one thing that I will not place blame on that company for. I will admit that I am not used to talking this much, least of all in a language other than Japanese. My training consisted of learning how to bottle my emotions outside of the ring and to use them as fuel once the bell has rung. Speaking my mind… well, they said that would allow me to “blow off steam” as you say. “The pent up anger and frustration will decrease as I vent my feelings, and thus so will your strength”, they told me. I cannot say that I disagree with that premise. In practice, however, I find that such discussion can also have the opposite effect. By reminding myself why I am here, who I am after, and what Black Sun intends to accomplish I reinvigorate those emotions deep within me. A happy side effect of that is I will grow more comfortable in doing so. Speaking my mind. So when these dangerous men cross me… I can tell them with precise execution how I intend to cut them down. Heh… for someone who considers himself a man of few words, that idea does sound rather enticing to me, especially when standing across from the likes of Elijah Hampton and Shea Flaherty.“

He stops stirring and takes another sip of his drink. There is a pleased look on his face.

“I have yet to have the… pleasure of meeting either of you until now, though that does not come as a surprise to me. The challenges and obstacles, the pressure that comes from the competition in SSW… it would likely be too much. Just take a look at the rest of your ragtag group. Ryo Sakazaki is a floundering failure, twiddling his thumbs as he wanders through the halls of obscurity. Nate Cage is not even welcome into the country after his actions. As for Nas… well, I have already made clear what Nas has been doing to our promotion and you can rest assured that he will not taint the prestige of SSW for much longer, least of all if we are the ones to get our hands on him. When it comes to the two of you, the only difference is, well, an ironic one. For as much as the two of you have been rivals, vying for the opportunity to finally say that one of you is better than the other, there is more of a mutual trust and bond between the two of you than any other two members in the entirety of Blacklist. The question is, is that a compliment to the two of you… or an insult to them? The result of this upcoming match will tell all, I feel, and Black Sun does not intend on accomplishing any less than victory.“

Daito takes another sip of his drink. And then another. And another... until eventually it is entirely gone.

“It appears my beverage has been finished, which means I have also finished what I have to say…“

He turns his head.

“But I will leave you all with an important message: Lists can end. They can be rewritten. Names can be crossed out… but the sun? Every morning that you wake up you know its rise is a certainty. It rises and it sets. It rises and it sets. Over and over and over again. It is infinite, just as the Black Sun’s rise shall be. Remember that when we have risen above all of you.“

Fade to black.

Re: OWA Promos May 24th 2021, 1:50 pm by **Michael Bishop**

This one has been a long time coming.

The world’s going to be watching this one. Question: What kind of person do you get, after they’ve dedicated their life’s work to destroy other human beings? What kind of psyche lies inside the skull of someone who’s made money off of crushing other peoples’? Answer: In the quest to create a death machine, you will be tested. Those who play with the devil’s toys will be called upon to wield his sword, and if you wield that sword…. You spend your life, putting food on the table, building you and your family’s future off of the blood and bodies of others…. Eventually the next man is gonna try and run his through your back, through your neck, through your soul.

I’ve been doing this for a long time, hell I’ve been doing before half of the OWT roster was even born. By industry standards I’m a dinosaur. I’ve been fighting since men who are now cage fighting legends have retired, since they hung it up and called it quits, since a new generation has taken up the mantle, after our Octagon closed…. Their Octagon. The person who sent them out, was me. The careers of all 4oz gloved champions, ends with me. I took up the gloves to do one thing, and one thing only; Survive.

If you want to thrive, you have to be the best, and to be the best…. You’ve got to kill the best.

I’ve seen a lot of blood, I’ve opened a lot of heads. I’ve sent plenty of men out, dying in a triangle choke as their lungs filled with their own fluids. I’ve looked into the eyes of men, their souls pleading, as I took their arm and snapped it. I’m also not perfect…. I’m the last of the golden age of fighting. The Last Fighter standing…. I’ve taken plenty of losses. Fear the old man in the sport where they die real young, real quick. Fear not the man who is undefeated, but the man who has gotten back up from every hard loss learning exactly what to do. The danger lies not in the aura of invincibility, but adaptation…. Learning from every loss, coming back, crawling out of every grave vengeful, hungry… a revenant.

2018 was not a good year of my life…. Cast out of the Octagon after my company went under. A former Heavyweight Champion now found himself fighting in the trenches of a sport, similar yet, different… where vultures were around every corner, and men were seeking to cut your knees out from under you- literally. It made me bitter… it blinded me with rage. And it all came ahead at the biggest vibe check of my career. You remember it like it was yesterday, don’t you Finn?

You…. Me…. and a Steel Cage.

I’m a flawed man, I’m an old man… but I am a man. I have the balls to admit, I was wrong about you. Too filled with rage to be the worldbeater I used to be, I let it all fill my head and cloud me from winning gold in newfound territories. Too caught up in a world I did not recognize, surrounded by scavengers that seeked to pick clean a 31 year old fighter trying to make his way in the world. A fall from grace, to a fall on the canvas…. My soul shut down believing I was destined to be a villain of my own making, to my body giving out.

...Adaptation. Refusing to give up after one loss, that was always the score. That’s what builds fighters. When I was down at rock bottom of that 700 day hiatus, I vowed I would not let it end like this. It couldn’t. I owed it to the world, I owed it to those who depended on me…. I owed it to myself to get the fuck up. To shake off the rage and self pity. To dig deep, find that fire, get the fuck back out there and remember who the fuck I was.

“You’re only as good as your next fight”, fall hard one day, win the title the next. A misstep, here, a triumph there. I repeat that mantra because it is true, Wakefield. I’ve had a lot of good next fights, a sea of them. In the past year alone I’ve put on wars, massacres, and displays that some struggle to even have a quarter of in their entire career. I broke the myth of never being able to win a title again not once, not twice, but four times. I’ve been a double champ more times in a year than some have in their entire careers. I’ve owned gold in both hemispheres simultaneously. The accolades etched into my name, that I swear proudly weren’t given, they were taken, by force.

At the end of the day you aren’t gonna win shit, if you don’t want it. You aren’t gonna go down in history as the greatest, the baddest, if you don’t slice every fuckin’ throat along the way- Redemption will not come if I wish it to, it’s only gonna come after I’ve ben the entire world to my own liking, and snapped it over my very much healed knee.

But that one still hangs over me.

The Phantom memory of my downfall, the one that beat me on my own turf. The epitome of heroism, in a sport where there are no more heroes. It’s been a while Finn, but we both knew this was coming eventually.

I’m not gonna stand here and act like just because you went fuckin’ rear naked creazy on Keelan it means I don’t know who you are. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time. For a man with as young as a career as you have, you have a deep arsenal that’s made you one of the best technical wrestlers in the world- for a reason. I know you’re able to take a man’s limb, and bend him into a pretzel, I know your striking is just as sharp as your grappling. And I know that despite everything, unlike what Nobi said, you’re not a coward. But take a look across from you…

Every man who said I was all muscle, no brains, was sorely mistaken when I took their back, locked in a choke, twisted their elbow back behind their lateral and forced them to bleed and concieve before I took their ability to fight. Every single motherfucker I’ve gone up against has found themselves at the end, staring down the muzzle of a fully loaded skillset that has them beaten, battered, cut open, wiping the sweat and iron from their eyes as they found their lungs crushed, dropped on their head, and ragdolled on the canvas and they begged for an end.

One shot to the jaw, and you’re knocked into the next fuckin’ day. A knee to the ribs, and there goes your breath. You fuck around with the man who willingly crawled into the full guard of 3 black belts, a red belt, and a four stripe brown belt, and you will find yourself waking up in the training room- Because all I need is one opening, and there goes your fucking singles classic!!!

I’ve been doing this shit for years… A golden glove in boxing, a red belt in Jujitsu, a division I wrestler…. Every motherfucker likes to forget who I am because of Blood Sports 5, but I wrote the book on fighting. I’ve garnered every discipline, transcribed it all down, I broke the soil and dug the trenches that motherfuckers currently fight in and claim as their own.

We both know that despite all of the wars you’ve been in for the past several years, I was always the fight of your life. I walk down that ramp, with the weight of a man who’s walked into a thousand wars- and won. I wield the strength of a sharpened, polished, refined fighter. The most focused fighter. The most deadly motherfucker who’s walked the earth. The blood of gladiators run through my veins, as my profession isn’t performing, it isn’t entertaining- It’s violence. It is ruthless efficiency.

You want to walk around, and flaunt Killer Instinct? I am the reaper Nate Cage has ran from for years, I am the one who cut down the Punisher like a dog. I have the numbers of every member, of every stable in this company. People talk about Keelan stabbing you in the gut, the blood, the shock- people forget that I have done far worse, far more, to everyone, to you, with my bare fucking hands!!

I’m trembling at your sense of hyper aggression as I did when I stared back into the eyes of sicarios locked in that cage with me. As I did with a Marsoc Marine, with very real kills to his name, locked in there with me. I’ve gazed into the abyss of demons, of the great old one, of champions and challengers, when they were locked in there with me. I don’t feel a single bit of fear in my heart, because they are in there with me. My turf, my land, my home. Violence is my religion and it has been every since I was brought into this sport. Everyone says they found some sort of killer instinct, but my old coach beat that shit into me with a fuckin’ stick. I learned to drive men to the pound, bout after bout, I learned to hone the rage year after year, decade after decade.

Havoc squared up to me 2 matches back, and all I could do was laugh. Darkane cut off my fuckin’ leg, and all I’ve ever wanted to do was cut his heart out with the jagged end of that femur. I’ve been stabbed in the neck, chained to a cage, spat on my thousands and yet at the end of the line, it’s been me, my hand on their throat, sending them into the darkness strike after strike. That’s killer instinct. That’s the real deal. I’m sure you think you have it Finn, but all I see is rage uncontrolled. I see a man who let’s lose and acts with no will of safety. Rage is a fuel like any others, she is my mistress, and I will never be able to let her go. She is precise, she is controlled… letting her dominate my mine like she does yours, will earn you the same end I did 3 years ago. Beaten, spat on, and covered in your own red iron. With no one to blame for your own rage but yourself.

You beat me last time, you were the better man. Congratulations, it’s been 1,195 days since we both walked into that Steel Cage match and a lot has changed, a lot has happened. I never got off the war path, and I didn’t let a short time in the hole stop me from catching up.

I made Bloot Sports Rules my territory, I proved to everyone that I was here to stay, that I was the motherfucker, the guy- by carving my name into the hearts, minds, scar tissue and souls of every single fuck I stood across since I re-taped my hands. I became the rising sun champion, I became the Outlaw Champion, the first and only 3x champion in OWA. I walked into The Great War with Frontline, I Iron manned the 50 man spirit royale.

I made the mafia a force to be reckoned with, and I’ve beaten every single great, every top guy; from Rosso to Jaxon, to Matsuda to Havoc, I scared off Dynasty by slaughtering The Punisher, I made the Mafia a force to be reckoned with, and even after a hard year I am still strapped with well earned goal, and everyone averts there eyes because I am the one they fear.

A pipe to the leg couldn’t stop me, 12 Chair Shots to the knee couldn’t keep me down, stabbed in the neck couldn’t keep me down. A Nightmare King and a Great Old One couldn’t shake me. Fate tried so hard to wrap chains around my body and soul, and keep me from what I was fighting for, relegating me to watch as other claimed their own glory, their own gold- but just like that Steel Asylum i harness all that bitterness, precisioned that rage, and snapped those cuffs around my wrist!!! In a world of icons and personalities, I rose up a legitimate cage fighting gangster, who wielded brutality and refused to back down from any piece of shit. I broke the chains, I broke the yoke, I smashed a glass ceiling and threw off a veil.

A long time ago, I made a promise to myself, to my wife, to my mother as I held her hand for the last time. Win the war. Defeat the bitterness that had overcome my mind, defeat the demons that plague my body and soul, and find success, find happiness, find victory.

The chairman was right…. This is a main event in itself. 3 years of history, 2 paths walking different and yet hauntingly similar lines. Both men fighting their way back up the mountain, both men fighting for what they believe is right. You’re a young man with a long, bright future ahead of you, you’ve got a girl that loves you and you are one of the best there is… To be the best, you have to kill the best. Everyone’s the hero of their own story, and I’m going to make you die like one.

Best believe Finnegan, I’m not looking past you. My sights have been locked onto this ring, this match up, this bout for a very long time. It began here, and it ends here. I’m not gonna stop until you are pissing blood, and until you have quit.

I won’t stop until both your body, mind, and indomitable spirit have given away, and until I get the finish. I will not stop until I have beaten you, until redemption, revenge, vengeance for that steel cage all those days, months, years ago has been achieved, and until my hand is raised, and my name is shouted in victory. You said there are no more heroes in this sport, and you might be right. I'm not one of them. I'm a villain who's not longer a villain, but I'm certainly not a hero. What I do, the means I wield- they're evil. They're cruel.

Until the war has been won, and until it is done.

All things considered… I’m glad you won that little war against Calihan.

Because I get to be the mothafucker who puts you down and sends you back home to Alyssa in a fuckin' box.

Formi-equis… Invictus.

Dreadknight Forever.

The world is watching.

See you soon, Wakefield.

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, Mav., Alyssa Grace, Darkane, Noah Reigner and 'Don' Hendrix have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 23rd 2021, 5:38 pm by **'Don' Hendrix**

-Long Live The Don-

{One week ago, it was announced that there was a signing of young but already extremely popular and known superstar, Brandon Hendrix. He, who recently was seen on Project: Honor's Proving Ground right before the main event in Brandon Hendrix. There, he said he was going to get his roses for being the reason that wrestling has blown up again in the past few months and for being why each and every person who works in the same company is getting paid today. "POWER" plays through the sound systems of the arena with the titantron showing clips of Brandon in his new form of "The Don". The crowd, once eager to see the man, isn't anymore after the direction he went recently. He steps out from the Guerrilla Position of the arena, the negative reactions from each person in the crowd is heard, but not seemingly affecting "The Don". He stands on the steel stage, sporting a black t-shirt that says "Praise Me, Believe Me, Bow To Me", black skinny jeans, and sporting Nike Air Griffey Max 1 “Freshwater” on his feet. He shakes his head before walking down the steel ramp and makes it ringside, walking up the steel steps and stepping between the middle and top rope to finally stand inside an OWA ring. He grabs a microphone as Kanye West's "POWER" slowly fades out.}

Brandon Hendrix: "Allow me to introduce myself. My name… is Brandon Hendrix. And I'm the reason you people sit in these seats tonight. It's not about Michael Bishop, Jacob Senn, Ryo Sakazaki, it's about none of them. You see, when I became a free agent March Thirty First, I embraced a dream I had. Within my dream, I saw money falling from the sky, I saw the wrestlers bowing at my feet. I saw me with the richest prize, the World Championship, high above my head as I raised my hand in victory, roses being thrown at me for my sacrifices. Their mouths mouthing "Thank You Brandon", like how it should be. Because without me, wrestling would have died. I am the movie star that attracts casual fans. I am the Based God that attracts the non believers. I am that baddest motherfucker that attracts the hardcore fans. I AM Professional Wrestling. And as a thank you for all I have done to keep Professional Wrestling alive, I'm rewarded with a match with…. John Cadaver…."

{A slight grin appears on the face of Hendrix. He then breaks his grin and starts laughing. He laughs, holding his stomach before speaking.}

Brandon Hendrix: "I got "Big Bad" John Cadaver. Six foot nine and over three hundred pounds of a Harley driving, chain carrying street fighter. Elsewhere in those lower ranked promotions, I'm sure that is what they seek for a main event star, but in my company, you have to be a thoroughbred, a blue chipper, a machine. To be a main eventer here, you must not only get the blessing from the Don, but you must Praise Me, and fall in line. And when you do, then I'll let you hold whichever second rate mid card title my company has to offer here while I will sit on my throne with the World Championship rightfully placed on my right shoulder.

When you lose to me John, you're losing more than just a match. You're losing self respect. You're losing dollars that you'll need to grow with. You're losing TV time that my Omega Wrestling Alliance could give you. And I don't wish for that. I want my kingdom to grow. I want my army of superstars to shine the brightest of stars in the night sky, but that can only happen when you all Praise Me. And if that means I must destroy John Cadaver, then son, I'm sorry, but you're a smudge in The Don's vision."

{Hendrix lowers the microphone from his lips and the fans start sending their negative feedback to Brandon's promo. His want for praise or destruction of those who rise against his say is made clear enough, as well as his attention for Championship gold and to rule OWA.}

Brandon Hendrix: "One opportunity to make or break your career. And being the nice man I am, I'm giving you John Cadaver a chance. You can come out here whenever you're ready and Praise Me and fall in line, becoming my second in command and go on to become the greatest mid carder in OWA history, or take a chance and fall to me, sending you down to the G-League of OWA, hell, I might even send you to Odyssey if you choose to go against me and fail. Don't be an ignoramus, John. Come out to the ring, get on your knees, Praise Me, Believe Me, And Bow To Me.

Make the right decision. Not only for your financial standings, but for your personal being. Long Live The Don."

{Brandon drops the microphone and "POWER" starts playing again. Brandon has made his debut in OWA and will make his in ring action debut May Twenty Seventh against "Big Bad" John Cadaver. Will he back up what he just said? Or will he fall to the brawler from Hell?}

Michael Bishop, Alyssa Grace and personlol have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 22nd 2021, 12:26 pm by **Devi Krysis**

Yesterday's Leftovers
Atlantis Promo (Vs. Eon Blue & Mark Michaels)

The scene open with Devi training in the facility inside of McArthur Enterprise. Earlier Devi try to enter the Damian's office until she hear sounds like moaning and such, and I pretty sure that he's got company in there and she doesn't want to disturb him. So Devi just gonna have to talk about her match against Eon Blue and Mark Michaels.

Devi is sweating, had a towel over her shoulder, and starting to speak.

Damn, it felt good to win on the first Odyssey of Season 4 right? Yeah, I told Audrey to never sleep on this wolf and you didn't. Let's face it, Audrey maybe a sleepy person but she knows how to play the submission game, I mean she took out my knee barely injured. But I comeback fighting, how do you ask? Eversince I won the Sparks Cup Battle Royal at LAW Lethal Hearts 3 and become the Inaugural Lethal Sparks Champion, I decided to pay homage to one and only OWA Hall of Famer Brody Sparks by using her signature Seeing Sparks. 1! 2! 3! Done! First win of the new season. But that's a start right?

Devi drinking water as she continues to talk.

*sigh* speaking of new season, I had a hellacious match at Lethal Takeover 2 against one of the Stephanie Matsuda best students, The JET Academy Champion, Sora Todoh. And I got to be honest that match was amazing, Sora knows that my resiliency and it only takes a Sky Twister to finished me off. And after that match Sora help me up as a signed of respect, Arigato Sora, hope we meet again in the near future. Now that's behind me, now let's talk about Atlantis.

Welp! And it appears that me and my friend Azzy is going up against The Awakening-wait scratch that what's left of The Awakening. I don't know if you guys heard but The Awakening got split, Noah Quinn and his leader Father Nathan Fiora are at Kingdom now, while our opponents Eon Blue and Mark Michaels still stuck at Olympus. It's not that long ago The Awakening was ridin high holding the championships and taking the Blue brand by storm. Until Final Destination 3 you guys lost the gold, ALL OF IT! And it was ashamed that you guys got to split, y'all guys are one happy that gospel family and I ain't talk about Kirk Franklin. You form a faction, got the belts, you've got it all last season. But this season The Awakening are just like any other people Eon and Mark, you're just yesterday's leftovers for me and Azzy to eat and at Atlantis we gonna make sure that we will get the job done, and no Father can't help you win and remember this boys. The Wolf is always at your-

Just when Devi about to end the promo, One of The McArthur Lady Secretary walked in the Training Facility talking with her.

McArthur Lady Secretary: Excuse me Devi, sorry for intrusion.

Devi: Uh, your timing could be any better, because I was about to finished my promo for Atlantis.

McArthur Lady Secretary: Oh yeah, About that. The boss has already setup the flight to Anchorage and it'll be ready in the few days.

Devi: Okay....I was about to head to Damian's office earlier and I can't help over hearing sounds~

McArthur Lady Secretary: Well I think just hearing things Miss Krysis. Probably that printer stop working.

Devi: Sure, Sure, anyway tell Damian that i'm be ready for the flight to Anchorage.

McArthur Lady Secretary: Yes ma'am!

As the McArthur Lady Secretary walked out of the Training Facility, Devi had that look of concern.

Devi: Something did happen in the office, but it's just my imagination anyway back to my training.

Scene fade black

Michael Bishop and Alyssa Grace have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 22nd 2021, 10:44 am by Guest

MATT MILES VS DEVIN MITCHELL I
DON'T TOUCH THE SUIT

We open at the top of a mound made of rocky earth and red sand, the setting sun glaring against the back of one Matt Miles as he sits at the top of the frame, a beautiful stone structure beautifully shadowed in the backdrop. A dry breeze gently moves by, brushing Miles’ hair in front of his sunglasses. There’s not a sound to be heard except for the rustling of underbrush and shrubbery on the ground below. All is calm, serene, and most importantly--

MATT MILES: Okay, I’m just gonna go ahead and ask right now. Who the F-U-C-K thought it’d be a good idea to bring Olympus to Albuquerque, New Mexico?! I sure as hell hope this wasn’t Aren’s last executive decision because if it was then I have a feeling his mental capacity for booking these shows was impaired long before those baseball bat shots to the skull… and look, I’m a friend of his… but come on. If I wanted miles and miles of desert in the middle of nowhere we should have just gone to fucking Saudi Arabia! At the very least there the food is good and we’d get paid well for our time! Instead I’m stuck in this shithole. Breaking Bad ended eight years ago! Whatever time in the sun this place had is long gone!

Matt brings his hand down towards the sand and aggressively throws a clump of it into the wind.

MATT MILES: Eugh… I’m being harsh. I’m not gonna act like seeing what happened to Aren before my match on the OWA Kickoff Show didn’t screw me up a bit. It did. He and I have been friends for years. He and I had each other’s backs when we first found ourselves under the spotlight... but I’m also not gonna use what happened to him as an excuse for why my shoulders were pinned to the mat that night. Sometimes the cards aren’t dealt in your favour. I lost. Maybe not fair and square but that’s nothing for me to get a stick up my ass over. I’m not exactly the fair and square type myself. All I know is that I’ve beat Graham Baker one on one twice already. You know what that means, right? If I can beat Graham Baker that means Darkane can beat Graham Baker… and that means the Omega Heavyweight Championship is going to remain firmly in the grasp of The Dynasty. At the end of the day that matters much more than any single victory ever could. and, y’know, the more I think about it maybe facing Darkane myself wouldn’t have been such a good idea after all. What use would the two of us fighting have really brought? The Dynasty is stronger and more loyal than ever, sure, but there’s no reason for us to allow any possible cause for dissension, least of all when we’re so close to reaching the height of our power. Darkane’s got this. I know he does. Does that excuse the loss? Of course not, but it sure as shit doesn’t shake my confidence that I’ll once again be draped in gold someday soon. Until then, Darkane gets to weaken the field and I get to play gatekeeper to the title. Let me tell you, that’s something that the Omega Heavyweight Championship could really use right about now. We’ve had too many Nathan Fioras and Gareth Casons allowed to run wild with what should be a prestigious championship. It’s time to bring the title back up to the level where it belongs. Just look at who Darkane is up against on this upcoming Olympus! Stark has pissed away title shot after title shot, big money match after big money matchup, and yet still he’s being rewarded with yet another chance to win the world title. If he can get that kind of match with the snap of his fingers then someone has to step in and make sure no one else gets that kind of leverage.

Miles leans back from his sitting position and rests an arm down for leverage as he “admires” the scenery around him with a disappointed look.

MATT MILES: Well, I gotta be honest, when I made that challenge on Olympus I was expecting someone at least a little bit more… intimidating, y’know? Someone with accolades, a reputation… someone whose case for challenging for the Omega Heavyweight Championship would be more than just squeaking out a victory against Jack “If she breathes she’s a Debra” Daniels and the sex guy. Then again, I shouldn’t be surprised by this kid… Devin Mitchell, right? The English have always been known for their big heads and biting off more than they can chew. Especially the, uh… what do they call them over there? Chavs? I hear they’re the worst of the lot, man. Devin Mitchell has signed to OWA at twenty-three and that’s where his accomplishments end. He has nothing else to his name. No major championships, no big wins, he doesn’t even have a damn nickname. He’s a practically unknown commodity who somehow managed to skip the line past OWT and straight to Olympus. Well, Devin, congratulations on making it this far… but the line skipping stops right here. See, when I was your age I’d already been put through hell at the hands of both some of the most hallowed and harrowing names in this business. If I turned to the left I had Victor Vendetta wrapping me in barbed wire, shattering glass over my body, trying to lock me up in a casket and set me alight. If I turned right then I had Ares stomping my head into the canvas with a steel-plated boot. What the hell have you been through — as a matter of fact, what the hell can you put me through — that even remotely compares to any of that. You’re not hard. You’re not tough. You’re a kid from London who somehow is living comfortably in Palm Springs, for Christ’s sake. At best you’ve been lucky. At worst you’re just some gumby looking motherfucker with a big mouth and no way to back up the shit you’re gonna try and talk. It’s fair to say I’ve slipped up a couple of times over the last few months but rest assured I absolutely will not be making those same mistakes come May 28th. You wanna know what makes me so certain, Devin? It’s because you made a grave error when you tried to step up to me. That error wasn’t disrespecting me or The Dynasty… it’s much more simple than that.

A turn of his head and Miles is now looking directly towards the camera.

MATT MILES: Your mistake was ruining my fucking suit.

No one ruins my suits.

No one.

There’s an awkward chuckle from the Man with the Midas Touch as he shakes his head, the tone having changed dramatically in a mere few seconds.

MATT MILES: ...Especially not a Dormeuil Vanquish. Paying for that to be cleaned alone after you got your nasty ass spit — which was some weird fucking brownish green, by the way — is probably gonna cost you around a year’s worth of your paychecks, and that’s before you even have to take into consideration the medical bills that are gonna be sent your way when I’m through beating your ass. So I hope you signed a very lengthy contract… otherwise that Palm Springs billing you got on your way to the ring? You can say goodbye to that and say hello to Skid Row.

Miles looks on towards the camera, a condescending smile spread across his face as the screen fades to black.

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MATT MILES: Now let’s get the hell out of here already. This place sucks.

END

Re: OWA Promos May 14th 2021, 11:59 pm by **Zumi**

--- AZUMI GOTO PROMO #3 - I Have Arrived ---

---OWA DARK KINGDOM TOURNAMENT - MAY 13TH & 16TH, 2021---

With the tournament nearly approaching, the camera crew is able to catch up with Azumi one more time this week. This time outdoors in the hot Arizona heat as she’s getting in the last bit of preparations. Some might consider it overworking one’s body but for her, it’s endurance training. There is no pressure of being an important person of power for a promotion or even the daily routine of a wife, just a pro-wrestler training for a tough challenge ahead. She finally takes some time to rest as she sits on a bench, without even looking she notices the camera crew approaching as she begins to speak.

Sometimes the best thing to do is just train, it keeps my mind free from the thoughts outside of my own in-ring career. In these few hours each day, I’m not the owner of JET, a model, a successful businesswoman, or even a wife and mother. I’m a professional wrestler, preparing for a huge battle. It’s why I enjoy training, even during my short forced retirement, I never stopped working hard in the gym or during road work. It’s the best way to cut out some bad vibes.

Training is the best way to prepare for one to break whatever limits are meant to be broken. I know there’s something that’s going to be stopping me during this run on Kingdom and whatever that might be, I have to make sure I can overcome it. For now, my mind is on the tournament and my intention of winning the whole thing.

The time of preparation and training is almost over.

Taking a seat, almost slouching back and placing her water bottle next to her as she continues to speak.

It’s almost time to fight and compete, eight will enter into this tournament but only one will leave as OWA Spartans Champion. Everyone is getting their last bit of preparations in and getting to their last words in. The time to talk is slowly ending but I’m sure everyone knows that. Some of them have decided to remain quiet and not speak while have chosen to use their right of free speech to talk unlike a few of us.

That includes my own first-round opponent, JD Damon. I know the challenge that facing someone like JD brings and it’s something that I can overcome. He hasn’t spoken at all but he will let his action speak for himself. I mean think about it for a few minutes, if anything the seeding for this tournament has been given me the biggest challenge right from the start. He’s the former champion looking to gain back the gold that he only lost a month. Just as JD is my toughest challenge, I’m going to be his toughest challenge. Either the big HOF signing is out in round one or the former champion who seeks to reclaim his prize possession.

I don’t have much of a connection with JD but there is one element that needs to be brought up. Final Destination 3 where JD lost to Aria. Now she retired before JD can get his rematch against her and you know that part of him really wants some sort of closure Maybe it will be through me but unfortunately, that won’t happen for JD. That’s something I can’t give to him because I intend to win. Now I’m not ruling out the idea of you beating me, JD. I just can’t let it happen. After all this hype and fanfare, I can’t lose. Not against you or whoever I will face in the semi-finals and finals.

We know how much you want your championship back. Even if you don’t say it, so I expect 100% and nothing else from you, JD. Anything else will be disappointing from you, I want to know that my first match on Kingdom was against someone going at it one hundred percent and someone who really is one of the brand’s biggest stars. It will kickstart my tenure the right way and immediately establish me as a big deal for those Kingdom stars who think I’m just someone crossing over from Odyssey.

You know me and JD being round one opponent will help the person I expect to face in the semi-finals. And I’m regretting even saying his name because it gets him all excited that I said his name.

Jodan Jonouchi…

Azumi sighs as she shakes her head almost in disgust for saying his name.

First initial opinion? He’s a dumbass. Second opinion? I really don’t like the sound of his voice. Other than that, not much is known about him. The things we do know are interesting, friends with Moongoose McQueen, the new leader of the Shin-Sekai faction, and… a pest. You would think he would take a hint when April said I was married but what can you do when someone decided to take info by one ear and it goes out the other ear without even processing it. What can I do outside of beating him if he is my semi-final opponent? It’s the best solution to remind him that I’m out of his league in more ways than one. At the same time, April has been helping him train and I know how good April is when it comes to being inside that ring. So I’ll have to make sure to take him seriously even if he is an idiot.

He might not enjoy fighting me but I definitely will. I don’t mind smacking him so hard that he starts fearing me but who knows that might turn the weirdo on. All of that is if he makes out of the first round and looking at his opponent, he might just do that.

Her look turns to a sad face. Feeling bad about the next opponent that she has to talk about knowing the past of the man.

Meanwhile his opponent. Poor old Jacob Knight, the man has become the new pinnacle of the phrase “dropping the ball”. Someone had to take up the mantle, how many times has Knight been put into opportunities but proceeded to trip up at the last moment. And you would think that he would step up but he has decided to remain quiet. He was given the perfect opportunity to get revenge on an Ashes member with all of Frontline and Kingdom at ringside in his match. I swear Keelan just retired but we might have a replacement for him when it comes to guys who just drop the ball at every possible second. Do you really want that to be what you are remembered for, Knight? The guy who couldn’t win when given the chance to get some sort of achievement even it was the smallest kind.

As much as everyone in OWA hates The Ashes, Havoc kicking you out was for the best. Not for you but for the faction. Come on, Knight. Are you really going to let your talents go to waste? Because if you keep this up, it’s going to happen.

You seem like someone with goals and aspirations but at this rate, they’ll go to waste. And unlike you, I don’t want that to happen.

Azumi grabs her water bottle and takes a sip before her mood changes again to something serious. Again she hasn’t even looked at the camera while speaking.

As I’ve said, I want to become the greatest Spartans Champion of all time and turn that championship into something that can compete with the OWA World Championship in terms of value. Apparently, in the mind of Kevin Maverick, that’s a tough goal but I know that and so do my fans. I know the lineage of the World Championship, Kevin but you seem to forget who I am. I make the most impossible tasks seem possible. It’s just what I tend to do, people said I couldn’t beat Scott Oasis and I beat him clean as a whistle.

I make a living off doing things that seem impossible. So why not take up a huge obstacle after I win the Spartans Championship? Seems only right. It’s why you aren’t winning, Kevin.

Your intentions as champion are only to leave this title division once you’ve lost and go on forward towards World Champion. I want to take this championship in an even greater direction. Why? Because no one else has had that mindset, you know how long ago it was when we had the Spartans Champion challenge for the OWA World Championship? 2019.

Over two years ago was when Layne Kurobane as Spartans Champion faced Scott Oasis for the vacant OWA World Championship. And I want to do something greater than that, I want people to see that title, not as a stepping stone but something on the level of the World Championships. And you forget that people who have competed for a World Championship have gone down to achieved success with the so-called second-tier championship. One of the people you brought up, Aria Jaxon has done it twice no less. Who knows maybe Aria would have had the same goal in mind if she didn’t retire. All I know is that I have a clear vision for the Spartans Championship.

Something greater than redemption, or using this champion as a stepping stone.

You want to see me in the finals? Do you really want to come so close to victory only for it all to crumble away? Meet me there and I’ll make it a reality.

I want my name to be remembered in the halls of history with something that no one before me has been able to accomplish. World Championship? Been there and done that. I pushed myself to a new level and overcame years of struggle to become OWA Women’s World Champion. Now, I want more than to become World Champion. People see that as the one big goal of their career but there’s never anything wrong with having aspirations that no one tends to think about especially once you’ve reached the mountain top more than one.

Finally, Azumi looks at the camera and gazes down at the lens.

Maybe it’s because you haven’t reached the mountaintop, Kevin and you don’t seem to see the great value of what I want to do with the OWA Spartans Champion.

I could always aspire to be World Champion again but I see the Spartans Championship as the perfect place for me… at least for now. Who knows if my goals become bigger as my reign goes on.

Her gaze shifts over the view of the beautiful park in front of the bench but her tone is still serious.

In OWA’s past, we’ve seen people like Dulce create the Goddess Championship into something great and worth fighting for even if the World Championship was the true top goal of Odyssey. Even Finnegan Wakefield wanted to do the same thing last year with the Television Championship before you shocked the world and beat him, Noah.

Honestly, you’re right. I broke my retirement… after the clause was voided by Alyssa. Who knows one day I might get back at her for the loss I was allowed to return and take on The Banshee who got on my nerves quite well. So it will never take away from the fact that Alyssa beat me. I don’t see what you mean that I’m looking for respect from the peers and the OWA locker room. I’ve already gotten that, Noah, and did so years before I retired. The world knows what I’ve accomplished and they know that I have more to give.

When I was forced into retirement, I didn’t go when I was a broken-down woman who had nothing left to give. I still have a lot left in the tank, I still have all of my energy and drive. I lost a wager match and I accepted the terms of wager that I would retire from in-ring competition. When I was allowed to return because of Alyssa, I did lose to Banshee in my return but I was a bloody mess and walked out on my two feet. One night only turned into a new chapter. And honestly being offered a contract by Scott Oasis to compete for OWA once again, I saw this as a great chance to compete for the promotion that I have given a lot up for. I’ll miss Odyssey but like you, Kingdom is my new home and a chance to kickstart a new chapter.

As I said, I hunger for that goal that will have me be remembered. Whether it takes one year, another decade of doing this, or longer. I’m a Japanese pro wrestler, the lifespan for us goes into our forties and sometimes the fifties. Now do I want to compete for that long?

Who knows but I do know that I’m here to stay. Whether you like it or not and you’re right, pro wrestling is an adrenaline rush but it’s also the thing that I was born to do. Like most of us, this is a career that we’ve put our heart and soul

You’re also right about the fact that everyone wants this championship. Some more than others but why do you want it? Because you lost the TV championship and you crave gold? That’s a valid reason but you know why I want it. The last time the OWA universe saw me as a champion was over two years ago and that’s something I can’t live with. The lasting image of me as an OWA Champion can’t be something outdated. In a promotion where I’ve spent the better part of three years, I can’t have that be my lasting memory.

But I also want to outdo every previous Spartans Champion and everything they accomplished. No matter the length of reign and the importance of their win, I want to create a brand new era of the Spartans title.

Wouldn’t that be amazing, Noah? A world where the Spartans Championship closes a Pay-Per-View. No longer relegated to a side goal for many to aspire on the side.

Just like me and all of us here. You want to be champion, you think you’ll be the one left standing. Meanwhile, I KNOW, that if I’ll be the one walking into the tournament and walking out as champion.

But you’re right, the last few times I’ve been in these situations, I haven’t won but you should also know that I’m someone who has seen it all and done it all. So what’s stopping me from adding another championship and tournament to my resume? You and your shiny bald head? Well, make it out of the first round and we’ll see about that.

Azumi gets up as she begins to stretch out her limbs. Ready to resume her workout.

They say when you get inducted into a HOF, it’s the end of your career or you’re nearing the end. I’m lucky where my induction can be seen as a brand new chapter of my long career or even a whole new story.

And my story has “Azumi Goto - OWA Spartans Champion” written all over it.

OWA Kingdom, I’ll be arriving soon and I hope you’re all excited to join me on this journey where I create something incredible as OWA Spartans Champion.

Azumi smiles and throws a peace sign at the camera as she resumes her workout by jogging towards the direction of the GCU Arena as the camera fades to black.

Aria Jaxon and Mav. have spoken. It’s such good shit!

JASON LONG VS THE WORLD [#003] May 14th 2021, 11:59 pm by **Mav.**

| JASON LONG VS THE WORLD | DARK KINGDOM TOURNAMENT | 003 |

OWA Promos - Page 7 PaYWtpX

If I'm bettin' on myself, then I'll completely double down
If you hated on a ni**a, please don't greet me with a pound
I be stayin' out the way, but if the beef do come around
Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now

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“Nervousness? I guess you can call it that.”

A random hotel room in Phoenix, Arizona. Glass of Jack Daniels’ whiskey in his hand. Dressed to the nines in the finest of suits. A classical setting for The King as the camera feed opens up to a clear shot of Jason sitting down in the middle of his hotel room, leaning back into the leather of the chair.

“You know, I've never been one to sit here and just talk about how much a match means to me. I’m always sitting here and talking a whole lotta shite about someone, some truth and some false claims, before they eventually shut me down. That’s basically how it goes around here, right? It’s just rinse and repeat around here, and seeing how people are reacting to what’s to come for their opponents tonight on Atlantis, they see me as someone who doesn’t know what I’m truly getting into. They see me as someone who doesn’t really understand what the OWA Spartans Championship really means. I don’t understand why though, I’ve been here and I’ve said on record what the championship means to me and what it means to others. I’ve said it’s a step forward in the right direction to build someone up and head into the main event scene. Where’s all of this hate coming from -- because it’s kind of confusing seeing all the negativity towards me when all I’ve been is a nice man.”

“But that’s fine, I know what they’re trying to make me do, tryna wiggle out the old Jason from me, tryna get me pissed off and tryna get in my head. I see right through every single one of you. You’re not slick at all. I know you’re all looking down at me as someone who’s this ‘little boy’ and this person who thinks they’re the greatest thing that’s ever happened- but when you think about for a moment and I’m sure that a lot of you have, I’ve done so much that so many have overlooked, because they don’t believe in what’s not happened around here or Strong Style Wrestling, or Wrestleworld, or whatever promotion there might be. They’re not gonna look at my accomplishments and think to themselves-”

Putting on a mocking tone.

“-’Oh shit, this Jason dude is pretty serious. A four time world champion? Okay, this might be someone to keep our eyes on’ and I know there’s going to be people using that as me being cocky, being a little bit egotistical, and well- yeah, of course, haven’t you seen the amount of championships I’ve held? I’ve held sixteen championship belts and have twenty championship reigns throughout all of them. I’ve held more championships than everyone else in this tournament combined. All of you combined reach a total of fifteen, and one person has sixteen championship belts in his collection throughout the past four years? There’s fifteen plus years of people combined and all of you can’t even reach my levels?”

“Sure, crown me the underdog now.”

“Kevin, my friend, what the fuck are you talking about? Jacob in the finals, are you fucking kidding me? I don’t want that goober in the finals, I would have liked to face him and maybe meet him in the finals, but that’s not what I want. I said it before and I’ll say it again. I wanted Azumi Goto in the finals. Always reminiscing about the past, well, yeah, Kevin. I would like to remember my past because it’s what made me be who I am right now. And let’s make this clear, I never underestimated you once, nor will I ever. Out of the three right now on our side of the bracket, I know you’re a large threat along with Noah Quinn. I never thought about underestimating you at all. You know what I did say about you though?”

“You’re predictable. You’re not unorthodox like the meaning of ‘maverick’ is. Quite clearly, after hearing you at some Pro Wrestling Nova show, I expected every single thing for you to say. ‘Oh, you haven’t achieved anything, I have’ or maybe something like ‘you underestimated me, guess I gotta kick your ass’ like come on, after four years of hearing shit like that, Kevin- it’s a repetitive thing to be doing. Why are you willing to be mincing my own words to try and act like I’m the bad guy in this whole situation, Kevin, when we all know that I’m far from it. I’ve shown respect to almost everyone in this tournament. I’ve shown respect to those who’ve deserved that respect and you, Kevin, were one of those people. I’m quite appalled that all of the respect I gave you, everything that I’ve said about you, it’s been spat right back into my face.”

“From you, I never expected this. Along with others, I never expected this.”

“But since you’re calling yourself The American Dream, I give you this one piece of advice. Please don’t talk about segregation, I beg of you. It’s a really awkward topic to talk about, it’s all just so… weird.”

A sigh. Taking a gulp from the whiskey in his glass before beginning to pour out another. A displeased demeanour on his face.

“Noah Quinn. Someone I’ll be meeting in the main event tonight. Dude, you’re pretty fuckin’ good at talking all that shit, reminding me of myself when you think about it, and you’re older than me. Man, for someone like me, I must have been a fuckin’ fantastic role model to you, Noah. You’re aware of me and you seemingly alike, and I don’t blame you for being like me, considering all I’ve done for this sport. Here’s the problem I’m seeing, or more so, hearing from you, Noah. In your head, you want to create a new you. You want a different kind of vision to be seen within your eyes and frankly so, you might be getting that. But it’s the same swan song as mine. Corrupted leader, check. People you couldn’t trust with your life, check. Wanting to change for the better and using this tournament as an excuse for changes, check. Noah, it’s the same shit as mine. I thought you were going to stick with Nathan Fiora but after seeing this supposed side of you, you’re fighting out of it. Reminds me of myself with The Ashes, I fought and fought and fought until I was finally freed from the grasp. Thing is with you, Noah, is that you cannot stand on your own two feet without others. I said it before and I’ll say it again, you can’t do things on your own so you are making this whole statement about you being freed and looking for changes… I don’t fuckin’ buy it for one second.”

“You said it yourself. You four are more… separated than before. There’s no break-up. There’s no disagreements, there’s nothing. Next day, however, it’s all about the trajected downfall of The Awakening and how you’re looking to change from the vision of what The Awakening put onto you. Shit, mate, pick a fuckin’ side and stick with it, yeah? I’ve been sitting here listening to you and all I could say is that you’ve not garnered onto what changes that you’re really looking for, you’re not tapping into what changes you’ve been promoting and you’re not… you’re not fulfilling on your word. I know you, I’ve watched you for a long time now, I’ve seen how you can compete and I am expecting an all-out fuckin’ war between myself and you. I’ll be awaiting it and I don’t want ‘The Awakening Noah with Fiora’s finger up his arse hole’ but I want THAT Noah Quinn that’s been saying there’s change on the horizon. I want that Noah Quinn and if I’m not getting that Noah Quinn, then I don’t want you at all. I don’t want you fucking near me. And to be very and clearly honest with you, if you bring old Noah Quinn with you, I’ll fuckin’ drop you on that stack of dimes you call a neck.”

“God, I fuckin’ love Jack Daniels.”

Taking another gulp from his whiskey.

“The whiskey, not the man. Fuck that cracker cunt.”

A chuckle comes from The King, from under his breath as he begins to pour out another glass of whiskey for himself.

“Onto you, Jordan. Jordan… wait… Jodan. Yeah, that’s the one.”

“Eh… I could say a lot about him. I could really say a whole lot about him but hearing his voice, hearing what he had to say, and well, compared to others it’s not a whole fuckin’ lot and it’s barely passable as something. You compared me to the guy who fucked the pie in American Pie. Like come the fuck on, I wanted you to be as serious as Moongoose because dammit, he was fuckin’ good at what he was speaking about and he knew what he was saying when he spoke. But you’re acting like the wrong twin, you’re more like Revy but more retarded, more ignorant, more obscure, and more blatantly fuckin’ dumb.”

“Don’t want me to judge you on first appearances? Fuckin’ hell, mate. What did you just do? Basically did the same fuckin’ thing, for christ sake. ‘Oh, he’s had demons inside him, I guess he’ll be able to fit this size eleven boot-’ yeah, alright, okay. I mean, you’re not funny at all, and you’re definitely not original. I hear that shit all of the fuckin’ time, and that was last season, guess we gotta hold onto old shit, don’t we?”

“But to be perfectly honest mate, you’re not worth the time, the effort, the speech. If you’re just gonna be a joke, I can move onto more important things. Yeah, honestly, I will.”

“I mean, you didn’t have to be that kind of harsh, you know?”

A voice is heard from behind the camera, clearly, it’s coming from Savannah Sunshine.

“Darling, I know I don’t need to be a prick but if people are going to be like this, then what are they meant to expect from me? Sunshine and rainbows? Maybe I’ll hop in my pot of god and wish for it all to be good words about me.”

“Remember… trying to keep yourself calmed in these situations is how we’re going to truly change you for the good. I know people are going to tick all the wrong boxes and push your buttons, but don’t give them the reaction that they’re wanting, okay?”

A quick sigh.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“See? Not so hard. Anyway, we got one more to mention, remember?”

“Of course, how could I forget about Azumi?”

“Azumi, I knew you’d take it this way. I really wished you didn’t but… I half expected it to happen. Another one that just seems to mince my own words and use them against me as if I’m the prick, as if I’m the bad guy, but then again, Azumi- what gives you the freedom, what gives you the permission, what gives you the fuckin’ right…”

Falling into silence and taking a deep breath, biting into his knuckles.

“-what gives you the fuckin’ right to say that I’m not the man who’ll be the champion at the end of the night when Kingdom comes to a close? All about you, all about how you want to have that potential, about how you wanted that moment where you finally recollect yourself and be the woman you are, the woman you were meant to be. Doubting me, Azumi, I thought you’d know better. Doubting me is the worst fuckin’ mistake anyone has ever made in their lives when facing me, and what have you just done? Fuckin’ doubting me like I’m nothing to you. Like you didn’t see what nobody else saw when I was first brought into this company. Like you didn’t see the pain in my eyes when Havoc took over my body, when Abholos took over my body, and whatever elder god probably has been possessing my body.”

“You’ve seen me at my high, Azumi. You’ve seen me at my low, Azumi. Everyone has but you were the one who actually saw things they really were. You’re aware of how much this change for me is the best thing I could be doing, and winning that championship could truly cement that change for the better. But you, Azumi, are so stuck into the mindset that everything has to go your way. Everything needs to fall into your hands. Everything needs to go according to your plan. Azumi, I know it’s been a while for you around here and I know that you’re still trying to feed into that ‘Queens of Wrestling’ energy that Aria passed down onto you, but your plans have so many fuckin’ flaws that even you cannot see them.”

“This whole thing about pride and having the torch being passed down onto you by Aria, that’s fuckin’ bullshit because you’ve proven yourself so many times that you don’t need to follow in someone’s footsteps. Believe me, I’m not going to be following in someone’s footsteps and I thought that you’d never do that either, but dammit, I’m fuckin’ wrong about that. You’ve got this mindset that you won’t pass her, and to be frank, it’s gonna take a while for anyone to pass that but you’re always putting yourself down and always being in Aria’s fuckin’ shadow. Stop it, Azumi. Just fuckin’ stop that crock of shit you’re pulling for pity. I know Aria ain’t around to wrestle, and that’s fine, but you’re no Aria Jaxon and you’re not her fuckin’ shadow either.”

“Careful now.”

Savannah’s voice interrupts Jason, he looks up to her behind the camera recording, a fiery look to his eyes.

“I’m careful. Don’t worry.”

“I’m very careful of what’s ahead of me, Azumi. I know you can kick my fuckin’ arse all over that damn ring but- I won’t let you disrespect that fuckin’ title that we’re all chasing. Azumi, I know you’re all about respecting Aria in any shape or form, but don’t compare the Spartans Championship to the fuckin’ 24/7 Championship. Not the Outlaw Championship, but the 24/7 Championship, the one that Aria reinvented when she won it and the title that’s become something more than just being a 24/7 Championship. The Spartans Championship holds more fame, more legacy, more glory than what the Outlaw Championship could ever. Comparing it to any other championship, comparing what you’d like to do to it to anyone else’s reign, just talking about it as if it’s standards are lowered is fuckin’ repulsive.”

“And yeah, you’ve won it all before, you’ve been the queen of the mountain before, and you’re a Hall of Famer, that’s all fantastic stuff, Azumi. Doesn’t mean you need this more than anyone else. If anything, you need it less than anyone here. There’s people coming back from injuries, people debuting, people looking to rebuild themselves, people looking to seek the fire in them, people looking to become something more. I’m that person looking to become something more, Azumi. I’m that kind of fuckin’ man. I know you said that a title doesn’t make a man, but a man makes the title. Yeah, I’m aware of that too. I’m that man who’ll make the title into something more. Not you, we’ve got the same vision, Azumi, but you’re flawed. Whereas me? I’m fuckin’ flawless.”

“A queen overranks a king in chess, yes. I’m aware of that, Azumi, but you were never always the queen. You’re always the pawn in everyone’s hand. Constantly the thing that everyone uses for bait. I know that if I make the finals, I’ll be seeing you there with me. But I know there’s a fuckin’ challenge ahead of me. Noah Quinn, Kevin Maverick, they’re all wanting the same thing as me and to be frank, I could see myself eliminated and if it happens, then that’s fine. I’ll accept it. I know my place. To be perfectly honest, if I’m not the one winning this, I hope it’s you, Azumi.”

“But I’m not backing the fuck down from this opportunity. I’m not fuckin’ giving up.”

A slight bit of grit in his voice.

“This tournament, from the very beginning, was always mine for the taking. It was always mine to win, and it’ll forever be mine to win, because I know I’m winning that fuckin’ championship. I have faith. I have destiny. I have potential. I have it all at the palm of my hands. The OWA Spartans Championship will be mine because it’s been my fate for so long now, it’s been what I’ve needed, and nobody can stop me. I’ve said it before, out of everyone around, I’m the favourite out of EVERYONE IN THIS FUCKIN’ TOURNAMENT. Everyone overlooks me and looks to others like I’m not the challenge BUT DO YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM!? DO YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM TO YOU, TO YOU, AND TO EVERYONE ELSE?!”

His tone began to get louder with every word, leaning in closer and closer to the camera.

“I AM THE KING OF PROFESSIONAL WRESLTING, I AM THE KING OF KINGDOM, I AM THE KING OF THE FUCKING SPARTAN DIVISION AND ANYONE, AND I MEAN ANYONE WHO WANTS TO STEP UP AND KNOCK ME DOWN… then please do it, I fuckin’ dare you. None of you, not a single soul needs this more than me, and I’ll fuckin’ die trying to prove it. This. All of this…”

“Jason Long versus the god damn fuckin’ world, and guess who’s winning the fight…”

“-me.”

The King began to laugh into the lens as he leaned back in his chair. One final gulp of the whiskey.

“Long live the new OWA Spartan Champion. Long live the fuckin’ King.”

“-all hail the spartan king.”

The lights within the room soon dim as the feed quickly fades to black.

Aria Jaxon and Zumi have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 14th 2021, 11:58 pm by **Scott Oasis**

So, Final Destination Three did not go the way I expected.

OWA's biggest show of the year was meant to be a wake up call for the entire company. The Dynasty had a whopping FOUR major matches on the table and we were prepared to take all four of them home. The Dynasty was going to have the Omega Heavyweight Championship on lock, the Ascension to the Heavens firmly in the grasp, the attention of OWA management via winning the Big Oasis Brand games along with the title shot as the grand prize an OF COURSE we were meant to have the World Tag Team Championships being held in our camp.

Now as you all saw, that unfortunately did not come to be. I don't know why and I don't know how. Our group had a plan, a good plan. We've been plotting this takeover for months and even before we got together, had all HUNGERED for this platform for YEARS. We've all busted our asses up to this point in the lead up to to that weekend. We had spent our season outworking everyone and that is a FACT. You have no room to call it ego when I say that The Dynasty absolutely have the talent to completely outclass the competition; there was not a single name on that card that we couldn't beat when paired up against. They all had been scouted and countered perfectly in our talks as a group; the situation being vetted precisely. We had each of those contests we were put in, we were certain of it. The rewards that came with winning each of those matches weren't simply prizes but ENTITLEMENTS for us that we were long overdue to take. And take, my boys did.

Darkane staked his flag atop the mount and hammered in our claim of being the top faction the WHOLE world as he bested The Awakening and Blacklist in a single match -- not just any match but inside the hellish environment that is the Chaos Crypt - to win the Omega Heavyweight Championship! First night and we already grabbed ahold of the most powerful belt on Olympus, effectively having the brand by the throat right out of the gate. We didn't stop there either! Jacob Senn swept through an entire roster's of talent over three days, excelled in a multitude of competitions that would be the end of most athletes and won the BOB Games to get that title shot. BAM: Senn is moving over to Sunday Nights and now he can take the OWA World Championship, might as well call that a double homicide for the poor excuse of a main event scene being pushed here in the land of Omega.

So many of our promises ended up manifesting into concrete truths, but this is where the flaws come in. Matt Miles did not win the Ascension to the Heavens like we had been hoping for. A damn shame but at the same time it was out of his control. This was a match with magic fuckery bullshit, Graham Baker constantly on his back; and how can anyone get anything done when the human monkey wrench Ryo Sakazaki is in the picture to drag everyone down with his loser ass? Miles was the better tactitian, knew when to pick his spots and was effective in controlling the ring more than anyone else. Alyssa didn't win by being the best, she won by squeezing by due to circumstance. Fair play to her and no mark on Miles.

Matt Miles did his thing on the opener for night one. The issue arises though with how we started night three. The elephant in the room is how Naheem and I failed to capture the World Tag Team titles. Of all the matches, that was the one intended to be a slam dunk! That four way was meant to be child's play! You had the super heavyweight heater and million dollar heavy that is Big Naheem being paired up with ME! Teddy Mac: tag team specialist extraordinaire who never fails to get his hands on some tandem gold. The two of us walked into what was a dead division and should have been able to take it to the cleaners. The match was a joke from the onset; did you see the mockery of promos that people cut for the match!? The whole lineup was an even bigger joke than the promotion for it. Nero Darkbringer and Chase Veddar were just a failed vanity team pushed out by Nas, April Song and Revy were just doing their best audition for an Odd Couple comedy, and RD3 and Miltiades were the definition of thrown together! We shouldn't have lost! Are you kidding me!? IT'S A TRAVESTY! The booking was practically GIVING us the tag belts! Putting them straps straight into our hands after calling us over! We bricked a layup that night and for the past month and a half I've been forced to sit at home and watch it back OVER AND OVER! GOD -- I AM DISGUSTED WITH THAT SHIT! I have banned that footage from my household, my daughters aren't seeing that disappointment ever again! What happened in there was a lapse in judgement! Naheem and I were the rightful winners that night but we got too confident. We treated it as a "gimme" and didn't care when the only reason it would have been easy is if we made even a tenth of an effort. Miltiades and RD3 didn't BEAT The Dynasty. They beat us at at forty percent. Thirty percent. TWENTY! But damn sure not close to ONE HUNDRED.

And that's my fault. I was the veteran, I should have been the one to guide the team and do right. I let The Dynasty down. I let our vision down. I disrespected our group and so it is my task to cast away any dirt I shoveled onto our reputation. I'll do right by the team that has given so much to me....by giving our group the Television Champion, along with the head of Noah Reigner. Reigner, you slack jawed, bird chested FUCK. You and your Resistance had a nice day during Final Destination when you got to beat Nate's flunkies, but that high your on is going to be ending with you brought down to earth sooner than you thought. It wasn't too long before that where you and the rest of your friends were STOMPED OUT by The Dynasty in War Games and sent retreating to find higher grounds. You bums didn't try to test us again after that even though you were so loud mouthed about stopping us and our movement. Real low hanging fruit going after our far lesser counterpart instead of asking for a rematch with us. But I get why though. You already knew we had your numbers. Scared to be embarrassed again after making the big switch to the role of Olympus' mighty heroes. Bullying the special needs kids of Church Fiora had you all feeling good but that momentary recovery is done. We don't need The Resistance in its own little corner huddled up away from us. We went it out of our sight, period. We don't want it to thrive even CLOSE to us. We want it off our brand and being left to die off on its own. I've already put Nobi in his place countless times and this Friday will see to it that the head of The Resistance is cut off, being left with nothing but the option to bleed out while I stand over it as the slayer. That is my repayment to The Dynasty. That is my contribution toward the CURE to the plague we're fighting against with you clowns.

Shine the TV title up nicely for me.

Aria Jaxon and Mav. have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 14th 2021, 11:40 pm by **Lil Petey**

PETEY TAKES FLIGHT

A PLANE

MAY 12TH, 2021

It was a little too quiet on the plane. People had their headphones, sleep masks, ear plugs, whatever they usually use when they're on a plane. The cart was coming through the middle and almost no one was getting anything. A frizzy headed dude pokes his head out and shouts something at the attendant.

LIL PETEY
I'll take a Black Cherry Truly, sheeeeessh.

Only Petey would be asking for such a drink and not care what people think. Especially the person sitting right next to him sleeping. Well, that was sleeping. They ripped their sleep mask off and sat up quicker than Petey could get the drink and start chugging.

SOME DUDE
You've got to be fucking kidding me, man. Don't you see I'm sleeping right here?

The angry dude didn't phase Petey as he continued to just grab his drink, crack it open and start chugging. Before the attendant can move on to the next person. Petey looks over at the dude angry with him and then back to the attendant.

LIL PETEY
Yeah, let me get a few of these things, ya feel me?

SOME DUDE
So, you're gonna wake me up and then not even acknowledge when I say some shit to you?

LIL PETEY
Nah, dawg, I hear ya. I'm getting you one of these two because you're harshing my vibe, bro.

Most people would probably get more frustrated and start causing a scene. Turns out the dude was super chill and took the drink from Petey. The two simultaneously share a moment of chugging until Petey looks right over at him.

LIL PETEY
Remember how just a few seconds ago you were all like mad and shit? Now you're chillin' with the boy. That's how everyone should be.

SOME DUDE
Hold the front door, aren't you Lil Petey?

LIL PETEY
Secrets out, now I have to kill you.

The dude started freaking out and basically jumped out of his seat. Petey had the aisle seat so he really couldn't go that far, but it didn't take long for him to realize that Petey was just joking. Mostly because of his uncontrollable laughter.

SOME DUDE
That's not funny, man!

LIL PETEY
Bro dude, you should've seen your face. You were all like scared and shit. That was gold!

After a few seconds, the two started sharing a laugh and went right back to drinking their Truly's. It didn't take long for Petey to finish his and crack open another one. His seat mate looked surprised at how fast he drank it and tried to keep up, but ended up choking and spitting on the people in front of him. Once things settled down, the dude looked over at Petey.

SOME DUDE
Where you headed, if you don't mind me asking?

LIL PETEY
Get that formal shit out of here, fam. I'm headed to Arizona right now. Bout to go catch a dub, ya feel me?

SOME DUDE
Hell yeah! I'm always rooting for you and the Big Drip, fellas.

LIL PETEY
Shit, we appreciate that, homie. The people love us and it's dope.

SOME DUDE
Good lu-

Before the dude could finish his sentence, he passes out from being so drunk already. Petey laughed and mocked him for a while, but the guy just didn't wake up. Luckily the flight was almost over anyways so Petey just continued drinking and turned on some funny videos to pass the time.

PETEY CHECKS OUT THE ARENA

GCU ARENA | PHOENIX, ARIZONA
MAY 12TH, 2021

The entire arena was pitch black. Petey walked through the stands and was stumbling over seats because he couldn't see shit and forgot that he has his phone in his pocket that has a flashlight. Suddenly "Alley Oop" by Yung Gravy starts playing on the speakers and the lights turn on. Fans are waiting in front of him and are jumping up and down to the beat of the song. Petey joins in and vibes with the crowd. Someone cuts off the music in the middle of the vibe and everyone disperses.

LIL PETEY
Well, it was fun while it lasted. Did I act surprised enough? I planned it, but some shit turned it off. Killed the vibes and now they're way off!

Petey steps over the barricade and climbs into the ring. He runs against the ropes a couple times and then takes a seat in the middle of the ring. Exhausted now, he takes a few deep breaths to relax some.

LIL PETEY
What it do, yo! It's ya boy Lil Petey and holy fuck I'm tired now. Not just because I ran across the ring a few times, but I've been busy as hell, man. Not gonna lie, I almost forgot I had to be here today for my match tomorrow, but I made it! It's been a while since I've had to introduce myself to anyone, but I think I'm supposed to do that since I'm new here.

He lets out a slight chuckle and tries to recollect himself before speaking again.

LIL PETEY
Who am I kidding?! You all know me already. If you don't, that's on you. I'm known worldwide now, baby. Lil Petey has gone global! Ya boy is in Japan for Strong Style Wrestling, I'll be back in Brazil right after this for Project: Honor, you probably saw me at Wrestle Party do my thing with my boy Yung Sauce... you get the point now? I'm that fucking dude. Put some respeck on my name or I'll do it for you! Wait, wait, let me chill out some. Anyways, I decided to spread my seed a little more than just those two places and since this place is a partner of my home of Project: Honor and now Strong Style Wrestling also... I said fuck it! Let's do the damn thang! No better way to get better than to keep at it. Like Gretzky once said, 'You miss 100% of the shots you don't take'! I live by those words. You'll be surprised what you can get when you don't give a fuck. Just ask Sauce's mom!

Petey stands up, walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs up top to sit down on it.

LIL PETEY
I'll probably hear it from him later, but that's fine. I'm chillin' tonight before the big night tomorrow and it's gonna be lit. I'm facing this dude named Mason Alexander Vanderfuck. Wait, that's not right. Vandercunt? Vanderdick? Ah, whatever, that dude who's initials form MAV. I haven't heard anything from this dude yet which is expected from someone with these initials. I'm sure he won't show up till the last second because that boy be procrastinating like no other. Listen to me, acting like I know this person. I could go on some tangent about who's the better man or whatever, but all I care about is that I'm drippin' and vibin'. If I'm doing both, I'm unstoppable. That's a FACT! I made a vow not too long ago that I would take wrestling more serious and that's what I'm finna do! I said it earlier, but I'll still shenanigan and all that outside, but it's game time when I'm here. So show up or not, MAV. I don't really care. I'm still gonna collect my check, collect these dubs, and maybe fuck around and cop me a shiny belt.

Petey hops off the turnbuckle and starts walking towards the ropes. Before exiting, he turns his body around slightly.

LIL PETEY
Oh yeah, I'm headin' out now. I'm tired as fuck and gotta rest for the big day tomorrow. Big day for drippin', big day for winnin'. Ya feel me?

He chuckles slightly and heads out of the ring. Instead of going back the way he came, he exits by going up the ramp and backstage through the curtain. The camera cuts out.

Mav. has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 14th 2021, 11:39 pm by Kevin Maverick

Dark Tournament #3

“Some Final Words”

(Kevin Maverick is seen sitting at his computer in front of a camera, streaming. The Millenium Falcon is dressed in a gray T-shirt with his signature shades set aside on the desk. Kevin sighed before he began to speak.)

“I wanted to talk some good shit over on Joe Budden’s podcast, but I figured that can wait. The dawn of the Dark Tournament is upon us. The eight of us are going to engage in two days worth of grueling competition. Some of us will go home after Atlantis. The rest of us will meet in the Kingdom to decide who will follow Aria Jaxon as the next Spartans Championship. Much like the Spartans themselves, this title needs a champion who’s committed to the cause. I feel I’m the best candidate for this belt because at the end of the day, it needs a star. Not someone who’s still stuck on what people think of their previous title run. Once again Noah Quinn tells us another boring story about how Kingdom is a new journey for him and how he wants to prove the haters wrong. Dude, Sunday nights ain’t that much different from Friday nights. Same shit, different people. Before the Awakening made a name for themselves I was on Fridays, dazzling the world with my impeccable style. Now I’m back to give it the good ‘ol college try. I won’t lie - other companies have made their offers to me, but this is where I want to be. OWA helped me make a name for myself here in the west. I’m not going to let some injury ruin my story. Like I’ve mentioned before I’m very invested in building a legacy here in OWA. This isn’t a one-time only endeavour for me. I’m here to stay, collect as many belts as I can, and call it a day.”

(Kevin played with his shades in his hand for a moment before continuing.)

Kevin Maverick: It might be the Off-Season for Jermaine Cole, but for #YaBoi the season’s just begun. It lowkey worries me that we didn’t hear shit from JD, Jacob or my first opponent, Kai D. Oh. Some people are silent, I guess. That makes sense, I’m not gonna hate. But either way, it doesn’t matter who stands in my way, I know I got this. I’m gonna send Kai D. Oh back to the islands, then on Sunday I’m fighting either Jason or Noah. That’s the match I’m worried about. Both men can hold their own. It’s not that I think I’m going to lose, but rather will I have enough in the tank for Azumi who obviously seems like she’s going to make it to the finals. I can’t just look at all of this like another old veteran. I have to seize the moment and make the universe work in my favor.

(Kevin sighs and shakes his head.)

Kevin Maverick: Either way, the time for talk is over. One of us is going to walk out the winner and the new champion. Everyone else? Will have to start over and you can bet your ass that I don’t intend for it to be me.

Aria Jaxon, Zumi and Mav. have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 14th 2021, 11:23 pm by **Stark**

(The feed opens up to the front door of NAMI’s apartment in Los Angeles. The cameraperson knocks on the door and it is promptly opened by NAMI’s bodyguard and best friend, the monstrous woman known as Oni Ushi. Ushi grunts and welcomes the cameraperson and interviewer Cori Simmons in.)

Cori Simmons: Thank you for meeting with us! It’s great to see NAMI back in OWA and following her return last week on Atlantis --

Oni Ushi: Wait one minute. I will get NAMI.

Cori Simmons: Oh yeah, where is she?

(Oni Ushi ignores that question and walks back, turning the corner around a hallway. A few seconds later she walks back out with NAMI behind her. NAMI’s hair is disheveled and she has a mysterious white powder under her nose. NAMI wipes her nose and takes a seat on the couch, sprawling out.)

Cori Simmons: Uhm, hello NAMI!

Oni Ushi: I think she will prefer it if you call her Former JET Academy Champion NAMI.

Cori Simmons: Oh, uh, Former JET Academy Champion NAMI? I don’t think it’s realistic for me to say all that --

NAMI: She can call me by my title or she can get out of my house.

Oni Ushi: You can call her by her title or get out of her house.

Cori Simmons: Yeah I caught that part...

(Cori turns over to the cameraperson and mutters something under her breath. NAMI calls Oni Ushi over and whispers something in her ear as well.)

Oni Ushi: NAMI said she heard you call her a ‘dumb bitch’ under her breath. You will apologize to her or you will leave her house.

(Cori Simmons shakes her head and looks like she’s tempted to take NAMI up on her offer, but she regains her composure and slightly bows her head.)

Cori Simmons: My apologies. It was a long flight over here from Philly for this interview. If we may start over again on the right foot, thank you for having me over, Former JET Academy Champion NAMI-san.

(NAMI whispers something else to Oni Ushi.)

Oni Ushi: NAMI is pleased with your use of “san” as an honorific. Continue to use that, please.

Cori Simmons: Yes... Former JET Academy Champion NAMI-san, I have a few questions for you if you wouldn’t mind answering them.

NAMI: Hmph.

Oni Ushi: That is a yes.

Cori Simmons: Yeah I - I got that. First of all, how did it feel returning to OWA on the previous Atlantis?

NAMI: I don’t want to talk about it. I never saw the match myself as there were technical difficulties during the broadcast. People are claiming I was pinned but there is no evidence of that, so please refrain from asking me any more questions about that screwjob.

Cori Simmons: I mean I saw it live -- you know what, never mind, You’re right. Let’s pretend like that never happened then. How does it feel getting ready to make your OWA re-debut on Atlantis? Nakita and Azurine have been two consistently featured competitors on Odyssey, and with the global superstar Emmanuelle joining the fray, what are your thoughts on this upcoming fatal four way match?

NAMI: Nakita? Azurine? I don’t know who these people are. As for Emmanuelle, yes, I heard she’s quite a big deal these days. But global superstar is a generous way to phrase her rising popularity. In fact she herself knows her place, which I could respect her for if I knew what respect was. The Silver Starlet is what she calls herself which given that that old bat looks like she’s in her 40s and might be as old as Carlos Rosso for all we know, is a bad look. Starlet? She’ll never be a star and she knows it. The Silver Starlet may be a top woman in WrestleWorld but as far as I can see she’s an underwhelming failure everywhere else, and just like certain people shine brightest in very specific circumstances, I’d be lying if I said that I’d find her to be a threat anywhere outside of that little bubble of an island.

Cori Simmons: You have to admit being Shogun Champion is pretty impressive given the lineage of that championship.

NAMI: Is it? I don’t see why I should respect a championship won in a place that is hardly more than a vanity project. I can maybe respect the fact that she’s won a belt that’s been held by Arata Asakura and Jacob Senn, but given how I hear she won it and how she chooses to retain it, no, I can’t say that it’s impressive. Now if we’re talking about hype built on the back of a strong championship reign, let’s talk about my career establishing run as the JET Academy Champion. Strong defense after strong defense and I didn’t need a whole hype crew of Carlos Rosso’s cronies to do it. Sure, maybe I’m not competing against the very top of this industry like Emmanuelle was but to the higher powers of OWA all I can say is - give me the chance. Now for Emmanuelle, she might be the chosen one to take Odyssey by storm this season but I don’t care. Ever since I abandoned the idol lifestyle to become a wrestler, I knew that I would be fighting from the bottom up. I’m not the strongest or the fastest, I’m not the most technically gifted, I don’t have a very athletic body, I can snap like a twig any day and be on the shelf for months - but still, I try just as hard, or in fact, I try even harder than your average woman to make myself as worthy of ascending to the top as I can. Success means everything to me, and I know it doesn’t come easy. So for every goon that Emmy keeps by her side, that’s ten years of work she’s undoing on her own. Take them away and Emmanuelle is nothing. She’ll stay a starlet forever, while NAMI will go further than just being a star, I’ll become a supernova on a level that Emmy could only dream of reaching. The Silver Starlet is a fine title, but the Golden Queen will stand above. Emmanuelle only knows wrestling, but for me wrestling was a last resort that through my work in JET has now become my life. I know I’m a joke, a failure, and an underachiever to many, but after finding my own path in JET, I’m ready to crush all those notions. The same way I was once the Golden Queen of the pop industry in Japan, I will rise back up to that same level of super stardom. Week after week I will chip away at my faults until I become perfection incarnate, to the point where even someone like Emmanuelle with all the hype, glory, and expectations will grovel at my feet. JET was the beginning, Atlantis is the launching pad, and in Season 4 of OWA, Odyssey is the stage upon which the name NAMI will become legendary.

Cori Simmons: Wow... I never thought you had this much conviction. I’m honestly kind of moved --

(NAMI gets up and starts walking away.)

Cori Simmons: Wait I have a few more questions --

Oni Ushi: NAMI has gone for her nap. Kindly leave the premises.

(Oni Ushi scoots Cori Simmons and the cameraperson to outside the apartment, closing the door shut and locking it. Cori Simmons looks flabbergasted with a twisted smile on her face.)

Cori Simmons: A six hour flight for a ten minute interview... MAN FUCK THIS BITCH NAMI I’M GOING TO KILL HER --

(The feed abruptly cuts off as the cameraperson tries to pull Cori Simmons back from kicking NAMI’s door down.)

Aria Jaxon has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 14th 2021, 11:14 pm by **Moongoose McQueen**

STAND AND DELIVER

(At the Shin-SEKAI estate, Jodan Jounichi is sitting on the throne of the former leader of the Shin- SEKAI, Jojo’s body slumping as he sits there is silence, sunglasses over his face and a leather jacket. He’s focusing… or is he? As it would appear he has fallen asleep.)

(We enter Jojo’s dream where he is in a pool with a harem of women. All the women are all over him, as from the distances, he moves his sunglasses down , and sees April Song and Azumi Goto in shorts and a t-shirt, suggestively telling him to come hither. He leaps out of the pool and does his strut, trying to play it cool.)

Jojo: Hello Ladies! What can I get you both?

(Fantasy Azumi and April just giggle. April speaks)

Fantasy April: I need you to…. SAVE US!

Jojo: Wha?

(Jojo suddenly gets shot with an arrow. April and Azumi disappear, along with his harem of women. And then he is pierced by another arrow. And another. Before dropping to his knees. He looks up as a mysterious shadow figure approaches him, It’s Revy who places a bow gun to the temple of his head.)

???: Wake Up!

(We return to Jojo sleeping at the throne. He stretches his arm upwards and yawns and shakes his head. Almost as if unphased by what just happened.)

Jojo: Yare Yare Daze. I must had dozed off there for a second. That was weird. Why does it alway gotta happen before the Mokkori part? I suppose I should get back to training for this tournament. What a bother? I hope April lets me hit the club after this tournament is over.

Forgive me, if I don’t know how this works. After all, I’m still new to all this and am unsure about the etiquettes of this “world.” It would appear that this is where people just like to talk trash with each other only to prove who is superior in the ring, which if I had to be honest, that is pretty stupid, but I can see why Moongoose would enjoy it. Like, shouldn’t we just fight and let our fists do the talking? I mean look at Kai D’Oh, he has the right idea. Man has barely said a damn thing, and again, I don’t know how all this work, but typically, the one that is quiet probably has the most skill and talent to back himself up, so I wouldn’t be surprised if that man won this entire thing.

And JD Damon too, but before I get into that, I just want to say, I’m sorry. I know about what happened between Moongoose and Kenny Drake, and how close you were with Kenny. Can I just say first that I do not support Moongoose’s methods, and by method, I mean harassing that man’s kid, wife, and father, and trying to end his career and possibly life? I wish I was there to possibly hold him back, because back then, when Goose and I would hang out, he was always the one getting into fights over the smallest things. I rather there isn’t any bad blood between us because I’m Shin-SEKAI and you are Wolvesden, so atleast let me take initiative and offer you a treat. Please, be my guest after Kingdom and share a toast. I hope that you can look past our factions and don’t associate me with what Moongoose has done. I have no intentions of starting anything with anyone that I don’t need too. As far as I know, my only job is to deal with this “Abholos.” And with that said, JD Damon, may the best man win? And please, beat Azumi Goto so I don’t have to face her.

And then there is Noah Quinn. Possibly the most brutal verbal assault handed to me thus far. I mean, wow. You really laid it into me there. Maybe if I was a child, that would had really hurt me, but unfortunately for you, I’m a grown ass man who doesn’t give a crap what others think of me. I mean, who hurt you? Why are you like this? This could had been a nice and friendly tournament, but you had to go and talk to me like I’m the reason why your faction and relationships are all in shambles?

But you know what, Noah? I get it. For an evangelical man such as yourself, it’s surprising that all you can seem to talk about are the consequences of failures and disappointment. My old man and I, we didn’t quite see “eye to eye.” He has plans for me, and I wanted no part of it. And despite all the disappointment in his eyes, the rejections, the ridicules, and abuse, walking away was honestly the best thing I’ve ever done. And I honestly have Moongoose to thank for that. Because the truth is, if it wasn’t for what he has done for me, who knows what kind of person I would be today? Bitter, Angry, a Chip on his shoulders and a lot to prove. The pressure my father put on my shoulders was a lot. The things I’ve did, the things I’ve done, I wasn’t proud of them. Sure, the old man was real proud, but how can one justify their life to please one person. Why would anyone sacrifice their heart and soul just to satisfy one being? The mistake you make is accepting already there is only one path, one step you can take. And to many, it’s to simply win. But there isn’t just one path. There is second, There is third. There is even last. And that’s ok. Because what matters is knowing you went in, and leaving it better than it was. It didn’t have to be perfect, just better.

If I can be real honest with everyone here? I don’t like to fight. I’m don’t have a competitive bone in my body. I don’t have the itch and manly testosterone that mandates I have to kill or dominate. Because in the end, there is always gonna be some young blood out there that will overtake you, and then what? To step into this position, It’s odd to talk about this, because here I am, out of nowhere, having to prove not to you or anyone else, but my own team that I deserve to be here. And the truth is, maybe I shouldn’t be here. I’m just this new guy that no one knew about from Moongoose’ past, and knowing that man, he had many successors in line, but ultimately chose me. Truth is, I don’t get it either. I might had been a warrior or a killer at somepoint in my life, but I locked that all away, and since then, all I’ve done as a mercenary is worked as an investigator, a bodyguard, someone that can finally help his community instead of hurting it with greed. There really isn’t anything special about me. I am but a man who owes Moongoose a favor. Yeah, I’m not motivated for this fight, because the truth is, I don’t care about titles, fame, or power. I’m fighting because an old friend needed help and he has given me all the help I need to succeed.

Who am I turn away a job from a man that needs help? Especially one as arrogant and stubborn as Moongoose. Not a day that I’ve known and spent time with him had he ever asked for help, and say what you want about him, he has helped a lot of people. His faction, our faction isn’t about dominance or power. It was always about making dreams a reality, and Goose was the type of man that would do so by any means necessary, and alas, that is where we fell out. Yare Yare Daze.

There were simply things that I couldn’t condone that he would do, but yet he still came to me to take this position. Giving me free rein to do things the way I would. Perhaps a change of heart? I don’t know. Even as one of his closest friends, Moongoose was an enigma, but he was never afraid to do what was necessary. Shin-SEKAI, that is a collective of people that Moongoose has brought together. And they are fine people. Odd, but fine. There is a reason most factions here are in shambles but yet this one still stands, even with their leader gone. There is no pressure. There is no disappointment. There is no ego among us. As long as everyone does their part, win or lose, we can forgive and move on.

So Noah, I’m sorry. I’m sorry you have chosen to be a part of a group that whips you. I’m sorry that you feel like you have to try so hard to prove yourself. I’m sorry you feel you have to put down others just so you can feel superior. Say what you want about me. I don’t care. Words don’t hurt me. But most important of all, I’m sorry, for the ass beating I’m gonna give you.

In case you didn’t comprehend everything I just said. I don’t care what you have to say about me, but I don’t take too kindly for what you have said about Moongoose. He is after all, my friend, and as far as I know, I think you’re a bigger coward saying his name in vein knowing he isn’t here to fight. Because bet, if he was here, he’d knock some sense into your head for the disrespect, and if you really want to say those things about him, how about I beat the living daylights out of you that you can tell him on a spiritual level? As amazing as it is to no longer be shackled by my father’s teachings and methods, there are some things you just don’t forget. Some things that you just don’t turn your back on. Noah, I’m gonna slap you so hard, not only am I gonna knock you out of the tournament, your ugly ass beard is gonna wind up on top of your bald bitch ass head. I don’t like making enemies, but that doesn’t mean it won’t happen. As far as I know, you’re talking a lot of game for a stooge of a man that tried so hard to copy Moongoose’s success. If there is one thing I’ve learned, you should never speak out of line unless your boss tells you so. If you want to keep pushing it, then there is only one things I can ask. Bag, Coffin, or an urn? Because I’ll be sending you back in one of those to Fiora if you keep running your mouth like that.

Make no mistake. You all judge me for how I act now in front of my friends and team mates. And from that, you all assume I’m some weeb or goof. But I think it’s common sense that at this point, we all behave differently around certain people. People we like, and people we hate. Now from what I’ve seen and hear, you are all oddly judging me for my association with McQueen, and with that said, I think that is unfair and unjustified. It’s not that I don’t want to win this tournament, it’s just more that I want a fair chance. An opportunity not just for me to get to know each and every one of you, but a chances for you all to get to know me. If given that chance, you will find that I’m a pretty decent guy. Funny, handsome, charming, But at the same time, strong, sturdy, and not one to underestimate. Haha, let’s all pick on the new guy who has big shoes to fill. L...O...L. I get it, I really do. If it was up to me, everyone in this tournament would be the Spartan Champion. Azumi, Jacob, Jason, JD, Kai, Kevin… but not Noah, he’s an asshole. Because to me, you are all champions. Lets keep this tournament nice and clean and fair. That’s cool? Let’s not do anything too crazy, after all, I’d love the chance to be able to work with each and every single one of you again. Especially Azumi. (wink and tongue click) So please, show what am I to expect from OWA going forward. Show me your best, and in return, I will show each and everyone of you what Jodan Jounichi is all about.

What do you say? We got a deal? Think carefully. Depending on what you say, I may have to kick your ass.

Zumi has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 14th 2021, 9:14 pm by **Savannah Sunshine.**

The scene opens up with a shaky camera view, blurry background in the scene as laughter and giggling can be heard in the background as well. "No, no. Not like that, like this." Hands reach out to steady the young boy who holds the cellphone within his grasp. The view becomes clearer as someone wearing a Michael Bishop t-shirt can be seen adjusting their own position now. The view no longer blurry and a lot more focused as Savannah Sunshine comes into the scene properly. Long locks freshly dyed a deep purple color blow in the breeze that sweeps over the duo. She closes her eyes for a moment, soaks in the calm of the evening, before she finds herself seated in the plush grass. There's a wide array of colors around her, mostly from the flowers that had been planted in the Fall. Now, springing to life with different fragrances and colors.

"Well, here we are. The first Atlantis of season four. With quite a big match ahead of me." She pauses briefly, licks over her lips in trepidation. "This was RD3's idea, after all. So, I should really, really be thanking him for such a wonderful opportunity. As if a shot at the gold he's currently holding alongside his partner wasn't good enough. How generous, right? I mean, I know it was done with the wrong intentions. I just have a certain intuition for these kinds of things. But, either way, I'm going out there and I'm going to give it my best shot. No matter what, I have to stay focused on the task at hand. I have to make sure I don't hold back and no matter what, I have to watch my own back out there. Even with MYOJIN watching from ringside."

"But, back to the task at hand. Theo, buddy. My friend. This is quite a big opportunity, perhaps for both of us. Your first defense as champion and me? Well, my first shot at OWA gold. There have been plenty opportunities for me to grasp gold. In fact, just a few days ago, I reclaimed the gold I earned elsewhere back into my grasp. Things like that really make you consider. They make you hungry, they make you ready to capture whatever else is placed before you." She shifts, cracks her knuckles a bit. "It's nothing personal when I say this, really. But, I have to go out there and continue to prove that I earned my place back around here. Even if that means ending your reign already. Which, I really don't want to. I know how hard you've fought for this, you beat a close friend of mine to get that gold you currently hold. But, when I really want to prove myself? I do it by any means necessary, Theo."

She inhales a gentle breath, rolls her neck from left to right for a moment. The view shifts again, muffled voices for a moment as Savannah takes the cellphone into her hands. There's a view of a small boy who runs off into the house, before the camera goes dark for a moment and she comes right back into view. A closer view this time, as she's using the front facing camera instead. "I like you, Theo. You're a good kid, you've got a good head on your shoulders and one hell of a support system. You remind me a lot of a few other people I know. Young, bright eyed, bushy tailed and super talented. I know this is going to be no walk in the park. Hell, maybe I won't even walk out with the gold around my waist. But, all that really matters? Is that we put on a real good show for everyone. We make it really hard for anyone else to really capitalize on making a statement after what we do out there." She grins, eyes twinkling with mere amusement and joy. She's excited to step into the ring with him and to put on one hell of a show.

"It is not in either my nature or MYOJIN's nature to get involved in others' affairs. In fact, you can absolutely trust me when I say there will be no interference from my dear friend in this match. He knows that the last thing I want is to be disqualified or to lose this match out of my own hands. So, we play this by the rules. We do what we have to do and we go out there and we give it our all. Now, I can't say other folks won't want to get involved. In fact, I'm sure RD3 himself and his good pal Miltiades might try their hand at some sneaky tactics. I wouldn't put anything past them at this point."

"But, that is entirely out of my hands. What those two idiots choose to do with their free time and what they choose to do regarding our match? I need you to know that it is completely out of my hands." She sighs, pinches the bridge of her nose as she shakes her head. "I want this to be fair for the both of us. I want us to handle this as best as we can. But, you also have to understand me when I say that I also have a mighty need to want to beat you. Not, because I have to, but because I want to. A win on my record will add onto all of this. My first solo win since returning to OWA." The thought alone causes a grin to cross her lips.

"Your wife seems intent on making sure she gets to witness your first defense. I do love seeing other people are supported. In fact, it warms my heart. Genuinely. But, what happens in that ring? It's nothing personal. When I have to kick you around and punch you and do whatever I need to get my point across and to make a lasting impression? I will do what I must. Just like I know that you will not go easy on me. But, hey! Maybe, at the end of all of this... Just maybe. We can go grab a drink, enjoy ourselves, and have a really good time while we tend to our wounds at the end of this all. I will show good sportsmanship, win or lose. I will shake your hand, I will see to it that things are played fairly. This will be the first big challenge for you. I just hope you're ready." Lips pull into a smile as the feed grows dark and the scene comes to a close.

Devi Krysis, Mav. and Ramesses have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos May 14th 2021, 9:09 pm by **Ramesses**

Atlantis saw the television debut of someone..Well, many someones. One in particular found himself in the mix with a six person tag team contest. Despite coming up on the losing side, Ramesses couldn’t help but ignore the result. It wasn’t his fault, in his eyes. He simply had to walk away, as it was the right thing to do. Why coddle the weak? He had to answer those criticisms from some of the most ‘insightful’ minds in the business. Dirt Sheet writers were having a field day. Many had asked what the motivations of the Sexual Titan were, as he was completely nonchalant when it came to training, working hard, or even pretending to have a care for the business. It was his image that he cared for. Teaming with a town drunk like Jack Daniels was beneath him, he felt. There was nothing to gain from that partnership, so as a result of it, they became opponents for the upcoming Atlantis event.

::Coastal Zone Championship Wrestling::

::San Jose, California::

(That was interesting. A small enough promotion, but it was just what the doctor ordered. Rather than concerning himself with training against the likes of Jack Daniels or Devin Mitchell. They were nothing more than bugs for him to squash when the time would come.)

“Alright, we’re on in three..two..”

“We know.. You don’t have to tell us.”

(The devilish smile of ‘The Mastermind’ Kimberly Chase greeted people into a livestream.)

“Welcome minions. This is the first ever live stream of KIMBERLY!!! We are on location here at this putrid gym in the heart of San Jose. Of course, joining me is my King, the Sexual Titan.. He is Ramesses.”

(The camera swerved over to Ramesses himself. Wearing a pair of white dress pants, a white shirt, and a tan waistcoat. His hair, on point. His smile, a million dollars. The woman on his arm, Fort Knox didn’t have enough gold to afford her attention.)

“Look at you, so dashing. Everyone needs to see this, to see you. You know what has been upsetting me lately? This nonsense in OWA. I mean, do they even know what they’re dealing with? You have yet to be pinned, you have yet to submit. You are the standard that is set so high, too high for anyone that has come across you.”

(The smile on the lips of the Sexual Titan told the whole story, even if it was temporary and became a sneer just moments later. He knew her words were the truth, but the truth that nobody else would want to hear because they weren’t the fairy tales that the politicians wanted to spin. It was reality. Kimberly adjusted her ever-expensive fur coat that was worn despite the heat in the city tonight.Sometimes style is caused by sacrifice.)

“My love, what are you feeling for Olympus? So many people want a piece of you, such little time. What shall ever be done with the likes of Devin Mitchell?”

“I know nothing of this Devin Mitchell. What does he have to do with me?”

“I have no idea. Sorry, I got distracted.”

“Of course, one look into these eyes and anyone would suffer the same fate. I won’t pretend to know who Devin Mitchell is. He sounds like another random individual trying to forge a legacy of mediocrity. Maybe he has been a champion elsewhere, or maybe he believes being in the audience on Wheel of Fortune makes him a star. I wouldn’t know, nor would I feel the need to care. My Sekhmet, what do you know about him?”

(A blank look emerged on the face of Kimberly. Like Ramesses, she wasn’t overly concerned with Devin Mitchell. He was just another opponent, another man looking for a moment to shine.)

“Um… let’s see. He’s a wrestler in OWA. Most likely ugly, probably overweight. You know, the average manchild that calls himself a professional wrestler.”

(Taking her words as the gospel rather than attempting any research of his own, he walked alongside the Mastermind with a confident smirk on his face. He knew she was right.)

“Of course, aren’t they all? Let me guess, my love. He does the Superkick? Maybe a cocky attitude? Perhaps a foul mouth and disrespectful nature to his tone of voice? I’m sure at least two of those boxes have been checked already. Maybe some ‘symbolic’ tattoos, Wrestled in..that place… Ugh.. They’re all the same. They’re always the same.”

(The disgusted sneer was shared between the two, they were tired of the status quo, the same ol’. When his attitude was beginning to show, Ramesses had a habit of standing up straighter, even raising his nose to those around him. Everyone except Kimberly, obviously.)

“I don’t understand where these people come from. Did they watch professional wrestling a few years ago and suddenly decide ‘Hey! I want to be a wrestler! I will model myself after this stereotypical underground fraud? Is that what happens around here? It doesn’t catch my interest, but it certainly infuriates me how people actually think they belong inside of the ring with somebody like me.”

“Maybe it’s because of your lineage as one of the top Japanese wrestlers?”

“What was that?”

“You do set the standard for how athletic the Japanese wr..”

“Don’t.”

“What are you implying? Because I’m ‘Japanese’ that I am the standard that is set for every one of one country? See, this is the problem, my Sekhmet. People paint this fantasy about that damn place. It’s the Mecca for professional wrestling, they believe. They can go there, find some little Japanese girls and assume that they are going to find their fame overseas? They go there for two weeks, and suddenly they’re these huge international stars when their ability actually declines from how pathetic ‘puro’ is. This Japanese fetish that the business has needs to stop. Devin Mitchell probably has plenty of pictures of little Asian school girls on his laptop, assuming they will worship the ground he walks on if by some miracle he can actually out wrestle me. Miracles do not happen, and even if I do find myself on the other side, losing to a disgusting human being like him, he will be no better. He will never be worshipped by oblivious fools. He will always remain down the chain, just where he belongs.”

(The frustration was beginning to build for the Sexual Titan. His eyes had grown with fire upon speaking of the Japanese influence in America. It made him sick. Once the duo had met the end of the hallway, a loud voice on the microphone was firing out some heavy verbiage.)

“I’m the toughest son of a bitch in professional wrestling! All I need is a beer, an opponent and Old Bone Breaker, What?Old Bone Breaker! What? I need a beer.. What?”

(Kimberly glanced over at Ramesses. She mouthed the words ‘What the fuck?’ to him, and he simply shook his head. More stereotypes…)

“This is an actual thing. People think this is an attractive trait in someone. I swear everywhere I go, in every company, there is one person who wants to relive something that worked in the late 1990s. There’s always that beatnick low-life who wants so badly to rekindle this, and why? Were things really that entertaining for you? Was that your motivation for your first beer, Jack Daniels? No, of course since your homeless father and streetwalker of a mother shared the love of the sauce, that you needed to name yourself after a brand of cheap whiskey. That swill..”

(He could hear the loudmouth continue to run his mouth on the microphone at ringside.)

“This is pathetic. I can’t believe that the man continues to talk. They’re in front of what, 200 people? Maybe that stupid act would work there, but on the grand scale like in OWA? How would anyone be so foolish?”

(Kimberly glanced away from the camera, noticing that Ramesses was beginning to roll up his sleeves.)

“Oh no.”

(Rather than the horrified look one would give, Kimberly’s expression changed to laughter. Ramesses stormed down the hall, wanting to remind the world of what kind of class pro wrestling has fallen to.)

“Oh God, I’m going to get beaten up..”

(Inside of the ring, a trashy balding hillbilly storms around the ring with cans of beer in his hands. He looked like the typical guy who would throw a hissy fit in the living room if his favorite football team was getting blown out. Face all red, blood boiling, he wanted to take his anger out on anything he could get his hands on. He just got his wish…

The drunkard stood in the ring, smashing beer cans together while stomping around like a wildman. It was pathetic, yet comedic in a ways. He was so drunk, so foolish, that he didn’t see the Sexual Titan emerge in the ring, Kimberly Chase by his side. The drunkard turned himself around, stumbling right into a swift spinning back elbow from Ramesses, followed by a discus elbow to the side of his head. To anyone, it was a trip to the hospital. Ramesses always called it the Gold Rush. It ended the match and opened the pay window every single time. The drunkard felt the effects of such a precise strike while Ramesses stood over him.

Kimberly re-emerged next to him, handing the microphone to her King.)

“This passes as entertainment still? I’ve seen a lot of pathetic ideas come and go, but this one always seems to stick, doesn’t it? The every day working man wanting to tell off his boss and drink with the common folk. Can this trope die already? What will it take, Jack Daniels? You seem to think it’s going to take off into some spectacular career. Prior to last week, I had no idea who you were aside from the fool who kept calling people Debra. I don’t know too many Debras in this world, but I’m assuming at least ninety percent of them are as trashy as you are.

Everyone gets off to stereotypes these days. I will make sure at Olympus this weekend that I destroy two of them. The underqualified, overconfident manchild, and first shift roughneck who settles his anger by getting drunk and taking it out on the dog. We have no use for that type of garbage in this business. What you have in front of you, it isn’t a prototype. The man speaking to you, the one standing tall, he isn’t anything more than the first of his time. In twenty years, yes we will have the imitations. Hopefully by then, because of my contributions in this business, we won’t have to ever again see rubbish like this inside of the ring. We won’t have to pretend any longer, people. I can bring you there, I can show you the light that IS at the end of the tunnel. Unfortunately for this swine below me.. His light just went out, and it will never turn on again.

I don’t have anything more that I need to say, actions have a way of speaking much louder.”

(His demeanor remained with such confidence as he allowed the microphone to roll down his fingers before dropping it to the canvas. Kimberly kicked the microphone out of the way, handing him one of the drunkard’s beers in the process. Ramesses overdramatically begins shaking his head about as if he’s talking smack to the downed fool. He popped open the beer and raised it to his lips, bringing the can up as he raised his pinky while taking a drink of the beer.)

“Oh no, don...Oh..well..EWWWW.”

(Rather than swallowing that disgusting beer, he leaned his head down with authority, spitting it onto the fallen foe. After tossing the remaining beer into the crowd, he looked at the camera, simply giving his million dollar smile. Where’s the Listerine? That shit was gross.)

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