OWA Promos

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Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 10:32 pm by **Darkane**

I believe that patience is a virtue. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with sitting back and surveying the field in correlation with your next move. I won’t go as far as to say “good things come to those who wait” but depending on the circumstance patience can be rewarding. Of course, there’s the old adage that Rome wasn’t built in a day and that’s certainly true but there is such a thing that patience can be overdone to the point where you get cold feet and to the point where you get complacent in what you’re doing. That’s why it’s vital to maintain a certain balance and those that do it successfully are often successful themselves, but if you teeter too much on either side of the spectrum, you’re liable to get burned. When I broke into the business back in ‘17 I wasn’t overly ambitious. I kept my head low and my mouth shut throughout my career’s infancy and it resulted in a mixed bag of sorts as it should. It wasn’t until I upped the ante and shifted gears into overdrive that I soon found success as the most dominant Hardcore Champion in the company’s history, humbling multiple hall of famers along the way, but I got to the point where I had overstayed my welcome and succumbed to Casper aka Jon McAdams. That wasn’t necessarily a low point but it just goes to show that through every peak and valley, sometimes if you don’t control your emotions for better or for worse, then anybody can sneak up on you at a moment’s notice and deface everything you’ve accomplished. I’ve learned that the hard way and those that aim for the target on your back? They couldn’t care less about the fruits of your labor, or how hard you worked at establishing your own brand. Their sole purpose is to reap the rewards from tarnishing YOUR legacy on that given night. It’s almost unfair in a way, but there’s no such thing as fairness when it comes to survival and by extension, living to fight another day. This business and more specifically the people in it are fucking heathens. They stain the acclaim, the notoriety, and the foundation built on this industry from the ground up for their own selfish desires.

And I’m one of them.

I’m a selfish fucking asshole.

Because as it stands OWA is at a fever pitch, everyone at Final Destination wants to settle their own personal scores and to cement their status as pillars of this industry. That’s what this show is, that’s what this show represents, it’s our Superbowl, it’s our Stanley Cup, everything we worked and sacrificed towards rides on Final Destination but I guess that’s beating a dead horse and I’m not here to beat the dead.

I’m here to bury the dead.

On a grand stage.

In front of millions.

Not since the 19th century were public killings celebrated over a bottle of bourbon and various bets on who would kick the bucket first but here we are. Consider 2021 a blast from the past because if two heads aren’t fully gutted and stuffed to the brim like human fucking taxidermy then you’ll get your money back with no frills attached. Bids start at ten bucks for Cage’s head and I’ll leave Fiora’s for open bidding as I don’t expect much of a profit anyway so I’ll take what I can get even at the bare minimum. Although, I’m sure I’ll have every Tom, Dick, Harry, and Karen tell me that nothing is worth killing somebody over.

Except when they’re trying to kill you.

And Nate Cage thinks himself a killer.

But he's the only one in the room who knows what it’s like to be a dead man.

That means whatever violent aspirations he has in his back pocket hold little to no weight. He’s an aimless shooter and it got him killed once already while you set the world ablaze with wildfire, I’ll pick your head off from the fucking bushes half a mile away. Unseen, unaccounted for. Cage only perceives what’s in front of him. That’s your bugaboo, that’s why I can and will resort to personal jabs, because you allow it, because you let your fucking guard down so easily when there’s a threat in the vicinity. My words aren’t wasted when they make you bark out orders to address you like a man when they garner such hostility from within. How can I address you like a man when you don’t warrant such? When you are not even worthy enough to tongue the grime off of my boots? I see you down there, nipping at my ankles, trying to get a rise out of Darkane, to reverse roles by cherry-picking losses as means to get ‘dirt’ on me although as I remember it, I had you sprawled out like a gutted whore on a motel six bedsheet on the verge of victory, listless and thoroughly defeated in The Thunderdome before The Derelict intervened. I miss that glazed over look in your beady eyes. It was a sight to behold. I learned a lot about Nate Cage that night. I learned that you set the world on fire to watch it burn, yet I set the world on fire to maintain control over those who are insignificant, to those that want to sit at the table with the fucking hounds of hell only to realize that their contributions aren’t notable enough and Cage, I question your worthiness in this match, even to pissants like Nathan Fiora. At least he’s got gold, all you have is pain.

Nate Cage and pain are synonymous with each other. He does his best to hide it from the public eye and for the most part, he does it well, but your misery is exploitable, it’s bursting at the seams, and it’s my personal fucking buffet. This protective shell that surrounds you, this security shield that manifests every time your actions or lack thereof are held under the gun, every time you even remotely feel threatened, it goes up when you hit the panic button. I believe it’s the only thing keeping you from taking a header off of the nearest bridge because the pain you’ve endured this past year and change? There’s only so much someone can take, every man has his breaking point and at Final Destination I will shatter your fucking spirit like fine China flung against the wall. Don’t get it twisted either, this past year wasn’t the universe making you pay for your sins. Losing your relatives, losing your edge, losing the credibility you worked so hard to maintain, losing your fucking manhood to Gareth Cason, a complete and utter poser whose career I flushed down the shitter when I turned his back into swiss cheese. It wasn’t karma, it wasn’t bad luck, it wasn’t anybody’s fault but your Nate Cage’s. Now look at you, trying to pick up the pieces and puzzle forth a career reboot when you defeated Arata at Civil War, but that was just an aberration, a brief glimmer of hope to ward off the blazing heat from your detractors but I will not be cast off into the sun so easily. Bring your worst, instill fear into the hearts of spineless invertebrates like Fiora, but don’t be discouraged when the man in black humbles the boy in the pretend devil costume. As you told your mole rat sister, I can afford to lose this weekend. There will be other opportunities down the line for me.

Such a lazy, careless thought process. A firm believer in fate, yet in one fellow swoop, he takes a gigantic dump on his whole fucking crusade. The way you dismiss the magnitude of this match isn’t surprising, instead, it’s telling. I attribute it to complacency but more so a lack of will deep down beneath your flesh. Nate Cage relies on his namesake as if it were a magnet, as if title opportunities fall off trees, as if his current stature is enough to survive on alone. It’s too bad that said namesake has taken a fucking back seat to Darkane, it’s too bad the name Nate Cage is just a fucking mockery of what once was. So in turn, he drifts city to city reciting his infamous cheating death story arc hoping to impress those with half a fucking brain, maybe for pity, maybe to regain lost confidence, maybe it’s because it’s all he has. I just wonder, how is it that your brush with death is the only thing apart of Nate Cage that has stood the test of time? Everything else has completely fallen into complete and utter disarray. To me, it reeks of desperation and a fetid stench it is, anything to keep the motor running even if it’s on its last legs. When desperation arises, so do costly decisions and your decision to engrain yourself into this match may as well be your fucking death warrant, and yeah, I am a rancid GraveWorm, I do feast and suckle on the decaying flesh of dead men and that’s exactly what you will be, a dead man. Not once, but fucking twice.

For now you’re still going, there’s a pulse in there somewhere, albeit at a minute pace with delusions of grandeur. Even at the Hall of Fame you couldn’t help but put that desperation in your half-assed eulogy dedicated to Kenny Drake; you couldn’t help but bring up your Final Destination match, when this was supposed to be a warming tribute to your lost brother. The desperation right then and there tainted your tongue, you couldn’t even look me in the eye as I sat in the front row, instead, you stood there like a hollow fucking imbecile, lamenting over a fucking corpse and for what? To show the soft serve human side of Nate Cage? To honor your fallen comrade? What is your truth? To win the OWA World Heavyweight Championship for Kenny Drake, like Jeff X wanted to do? Or in spite of him? To play catch-up, to live up to Kenny’s expectations, to somehow, someway become a carbon copy of Kenny Drake as you fucking drip with envy. He’s everything you’re not, he’s Nate Cage with the infamy, with actual respect, with accolades, with potential reached and you’re just a demoralized ho hum sack of shit wannabe Kenny Drake at the end of the day; a poor man’s Kenny Drake and even that’s a stretch. Kenny’s up here and you’re down there, wallowing in your own trembling rage; spitting out venom at anybody and anything without reason, without justification. Your anger is a reflection of your own fucking incompetence. Are you pissed at the world or are you pissed at yourself? Is Nate Cage the true personification of evil or is he just a butthurt manchild who can’t quite figure out that it’s his own damn fault for his shortcomings? But God of War medallion hur durr!!! You might think you’re ready to make the leap to titleland but you’ve never been ready, you never WILL be ready, you’ll just be Nate Cage as we know him, a tortured fucking soul, a pathetic microcosm of Kenny Drake, constantly shoveling shit against the tide knowing full well that Darkane is in the fucking driver’s seat and I’d advise you to get the fuck off the road before you turn into a flattened pancake that not even the vultures would bother to shit on.

When I said Nathan Fiora is on borrowed time, I wasn’t beating around the bush. I don’t say shit for shock value, I say things to hammer the truth into those who refuse to accept the facts for what they are. When I pinned Nathan Fiora clean right before The Clash I know it sent shockwaves into The Awakening’s system but it also goes to show that his fortress isn’t impenetrable. I looked into his eyes that night and I saw doubt completely fucking wash over him. He wasn’t sitting pretty in his ivory tower anymore, he was crestfallen, picking up the shambles I fucking left him in. He was trying to make sense of it all but the writing is on the wall Nathan. The writing has been on the wall for months, even when I immolated Brian Daniels by driving him through a flaming hot table as we took down The Resistance with relative ease, I knew that The Awakening was next up on the chopping block. I know you knew it too, you knew I was coming in hot and still, at your own peril, you decided to lock horns with a baleful beast, to test the waters, to see if Darkane could hang with the likes of a World Champion but let’s call a spade a spade, that championship carries you around like a disgruntled infant on its shoulders. You don’t make it shine, you tarnish its prestige by touting yourself as a defacto God and you’ve set the bar so high for yourself that failure is not an option.

To you, it’s inconceivable and it’s reprehensible to even think about it. And as you bark out orders to Noah, to Eon, and to Mark commanding them to adhere to your words for their apparent purity; like it’s gospel, I wonder if you truly believe in what you preach. You’ll give your rah rah sis boom bah rallying cries about how any self-doubt will not be tolerated, we’re not fucking Finnegan Wakefield for Christ’s Sake! As you throw things across the room, as sweat dribbles down your fucking face only to realize that the little hunch, the faint message in the back of your head that has been trying to tell you for months now, the inevitability of outright fucking failure, the humiliation, the heartbreak has never been more apparent AND still, you choose to remain on the hill that you will no doubt die on with or without the rest of The Awakening in tow. That’s what I call a man who’s on the brink of losing it all. Every time you gauge the temperature of the Olympus room, it tells you the unequivocal truth, but you fucking lie to yourself every single time like the treasonous rat fuck you are. You put on a happy face, you smile for the cameras, you wave happily to your sheeple for no other reason than to put on your fear mask. The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing people he didn’t exist, the greatest trick Nathan Fiora ever pulled was convincing people that he’s okay. That everything’s fine, that nothing will go wrong, that the ship is sailing smoothly but I want you to look me in my eyes at Final Destination and tell me that. I want to see that gleaming face rear its ugly grin once again.

Because that’s when I know that I have you in the palm of my hands.

And that’s when I know that the reign of Nathan Fiora.

Is over.

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

Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 10:28 pm by **Emmanuelle**

Alright, gather around, boys and girls. Revy's Best Friend, Demo Corps Team Mom, Submission Wrestling God April Song is going to tell you all a tale! A tale of ineptitude, stupidity, and complete nonsense and hypocrisy that has pushed the old Killer Bee to her fucking breaking point.

So. Lemme get this straight. I want to make sure that I’m processing all this stupid shit that I’m seeing accurately, okay? We’ve yet to hear anything from the lame-ass duo of Big Naheem and Teddy Mac. Maybe Teddy Mac took my advice literally and is trying to talk Senn’s Field Negro out of participating in a match that he has no chance of winning. “WOW, APRIL USED THE WORD NEGRO! WHAT A RACIST!”. And? I don’t give a fuck about sounding racist today, especially after seeing those cretionus followers of that bitch ass idiot Nas mocking indigeous people with that disgrace. They should be ashamed. OWA should be ashamed! FUCK I’m ASHAMED BY ASSOCIATION JUST BY BEING INVOLVED WITH THEM IN A MATCH! The absolute caucasity of it all!

Yeah, get it out of your system you soft-ass bleeding-heart cucks, because I’m just getting started. Why am I the only person truly taking this match seriously besides Revy? Why is it that these STOOGES, and that’s what they all are, fucking STOOGES, care so little about this match? In WrestleWorld, they at least PRETEND to care about the tag team division. When I was over in New Jersey at the Gulag that was EAW, they at least PRETENDED to care. Hell, the women were going so hard there we had our OWN set of tag titles by the time I had left. But here? In OWA? It’s polluted. Absolute pollution of a dear sport. Honestly, I’m growing sick and tired of seeing this trend of dickweeds abdicate responsibility and I get left to pick up the scraps. Back when me and Diantha were actually coexisting, back when her Ego wasn’t the size of Llorona’s jaw or Stephanie Matsuda’s bank account, we were beefing with Havoc and some broad over the SSW Tag titles. You know what happened? They wouldn’t even bother defending them against us! They passed them off to some big goofs like Maggall or Muhammad or whatever religious figure’s name he’s using this week and some other cornball motherfucker. After a lot of fighting, scratching and clawing, guess what!? IN WRESTLEWORLD, SAME FUCKING SHIT! Little Jaguar boy gets killed, we get ANOTHER substitution. Some inbred dickweed I’d never heard of gets a title handed to him (I’m sure that sounds familiar to you, doesn’t it NAS? SINCE YOU GET EVERYTHING HANDED TO YOU ANYWAY YOU FUCKING GLORY WHORE!). Me and Hana had been fighting and scratching and clawing for months to get in that spot, but it’s given to him?

“April, didn’t you mention this before?”

YES YOU STUPID IDIOT, I DID! I’m MENTIONING IT AGAIN to MAKE A FUCKING POINT! Revy is finally focused on winning and all that, she’s got the money of her Simp Army and I too have enjoyed how easy it is to manipulate overweight, sexually frustrated simpletons into giving me cash. Hell, Revy introduced me to something called OnlyFans, maybe you’ve heard of it? I mean, I can berate these dickeaters from afar, take their money and maybe have to post one pic a week and charge them exorbitant amounts of money just to be ignored by me! FUCKING BRILLIANT!

Revy will be ready. You saw how she callously and effortlessly organized our meet and greet. Just as callously and just as effortlessly we will exploit all the flaws of all the teams assembled against us. Seriously. This is, with all respect to the lady that Revy used to roll with, NOT AK-47. This is a whole new STATE OF THE FUCKING ART BANG-BANG, BITCH! We are really the only hope that tag team wrestling has left. Who? The Queens of Wrestling? Aria and Stephanie are one of the best assemblages of talent you could ever imagine. But they have one fatal flaw as a team: They’re distracted by shiny things. Aria sank to a NEW low this Final Destination. Last year she was petty enough to get pissed at Carlos for LEGALLY eliminating him from the Clash. She cost him the World Tag Team Titles, something that he and Keelan earned all so she could have a PLACE on the card. Now she’s challenging poor, defenseless, eternal follower JD Damon for his Spartans Championship because she’s BORED and has to collect anything that might possibly be a championship belt! Cloud’s defending one of the 5857 meaningless titles she has in her closet against Natalie all just to try to take over Odyssey! Did you all think I was joking when I said she was nothing more than a Glory Hound? Huh? Does her making a power play totally NOT shock you guys as much as it totally does NOT shock me? This is exactly what me and the rest of the Demo Corps were trying to AVOID. You see us, Jonetta, Llorona and Revy? All we want is the gold, sucka! If Stephanie gets her grubby little mitts in control of Odyssey, heaven forbid...IT WILL BE LIKE THE JACKSON FIVE ALL OVER AGAIN! THE TOMMY OLIVER SHOW FEATURING THE POWER RANGERS! SHE WILL STEAMROLL EVERYTHING THAT WE HAVE ALL WORKED SO HARD TO BUILD, SO HARD TO CULTIVATE!

For once, I will root for Natalie Cage. I seriously doubt she has it in her to beat someone like Matsuda, but maybe, just maybe, she may save us from Cloudy trying to politic her way to the top in such a fashion that even CM Nas would take notes himself. But this also makes something even more apparent, that Revy and Inot only want those belts...we may need them. Everyone knows by now how I feel about Matsuda. We respect each other’s talent but we cannot stand the sight of one another. All her lording it over people on Odyssey would do would probably cost me my job for trying to tear her head off. At least Natalie and her lackey/girlfriend Viola just tried to keep Natalie champion into infinity. Feeding her all those chumps and bums like Mickey feeding Rocky a bunch of Tomato Cans at the beginning of Rocky III. Matsuda will try to control every aspect of our lives. THAT is why I need these titles so I can escape with Revy to some other brand to terrorize. With those tag titles, we aren’t just some nobodies that someone in power can just fuck with as they please. With those tag titles, WE HAVE THE FUCKING LEVERAGE, WE CAN GO WHERE WE WANT! If I want to stay on Odyssey and build a perfect little Demo Corps Utopia with Revy, I can do that! If I want to go over to Kingdom and make Shin-SEKAI complete with Kenneth, Solomon and The Boss himself, I can do that. If I want to branch out to some bold new territory on my own, with that tag title nobody can say “Uh, No, April, only certain people like Aria and Cloudy can go to male brands. You have to stay on Odyssey because that’s where we want all the other women.”

FUCK THAT.

I’ve beaten up my fair share of dudes, in fact one of Teddy’s string of Tag partners he’s somehow managed to lead into mediocrity is in the hospital barely breathing because I nearly destroyed his throat. I want the same things that this company was so EAGER and SO WILLING to give Aria, Stephanie and Tarah. Why do I have to be confined to one place? Why do I have to resort to calling out people for matches on FUCKING ATLANTIS? Am I not bending over for the right people? Am I too old and not flashy enough for the demographics they’re trying to draw? Are they just afraid that ole April will get pissed off and say whatever she wants like she is right now?

THESE PEOPLE THAT ARE MASQUERADING AS CHAMPIONS AND I’M SUPPOSED TO THINK THIS IS OKAY!? I’m supposed to think that casual racism and stupid inside jokes are okay? They think that drinking some magic potion is going to make some dork who beat Nasir on a fluke somehow better than AR-15? They want to make fun of me, those two incompetent little buffoons who lucked into slipping into the orbit of some of the biggest degenerates and megalomanianical dipshits that have ever existed? I WAS DODGING BULLETS FROM TERRORISTS AND DROPPING BOMBS ON THEIR BUNKERS WHILE THESE LITTLE MOTEHRFUCKERS HAD MOMMY AND DADDY WIPING THEIR LITTLE ASSES! FUCK THEM. Fuck Dampshaw and Miltiades. Miltiades arrives and leaves more than Hurricane Hawk arrived and left EAW, more than Azumi’s faked retirement...he’s a seasonal bit player brought in when they need someone to pretend to look spooky and intimidating. And the person that he’s teaming with I’ve already wrestled circles around him multiple times in multiple companies. NONE OF THE TEAMS THAT EXIST HERE CAN TOUCH ME, LET ALONE AR-15 AS A UNIT!

We’re the most experienced tag team, we’re the most in-sync tag team, and we are the tag team that has more trust, more love and more respect between us than any of the others. It would be an absolute fucking travesty if we let one of those buffoon dream team beat us like those Queens lost to the Dweeb Patrol currently holding the titles. We have to win this match, we HAVE to bring these titles back to some kind of relevance because if we don’t, it will be subject to skits that make even a Neanderthal’s brain hurt because of their stupidity. We’ll have to watch as tag team wrestling is relegated like some yo-yo soccer club to weakling teams trying to fight off hastily assembled tag teams of singles wrestlers with nothing better to do with their time.

No.

Fuck no. Not on AR-15’s watch. We’re going to save them, just like the Demo Corps saved Odyssey, just how MY fucking presence alone on any episode of Atlantis saves it from being a completely unwatchable catastrophe that it would be otherwise. So no, you fans don’t have to worry. Yes, I have another belt that I will have to defend too on WrestleWorld. Yes, I have to make sure that I sanitize myself properly after interacting with all those degenerate simps. But we will save OWA’s tag team division, even though it probably deserves to die a slow, painful death. We will save it because it’s the best way for us to save ourselves, to prove our worth, and add another bargaining chip to the Demo Corps chip stack. We are going to celebrate. Just think about this scene: Llorona or Jonetta standing as Champion, the other a vanquished yet respectful combatant, shaking hands with the Champion...as Revy and I raise our tag team titles. Think about that, it’s a beautiful visage isn’t it? I just hope that Jonetta and Llorona don’t kill each other, or at least take out all their frustrations on Diantha so we never have to deal with her again. I don’t know who is the most annoying cunt on Odyssey now, Diantha with her fake-ass “I respect everybody routine” or Morrighan or Matsuda. There’s so many overbearing, degenerate bitches that I look downright tranquil and humble in comparison.

And then, whoever doesn’t win that title match wipes the floor with Rebecca Brookes if she’s lucky enough to get past Hana. There’s a path for ALL of us to be Champions. There’s plenty of Gold to plunder and pillage and plenty of witless townspeople who will have no clue what to do when a real army pillages their villiage. This isn’t Strong Style Wrestling or EAW where simpletons get rewarded for being mediocre. This is the Omega Wrestling Alliance, isn’t it? We still wrestle here I’ve been told. To that end, we’re going to embarrass these other teams and we are going to begin our long, glorious reign ruling over the tag team division with an iron fist.

Think of us like you all think of Stalin, for all you history buffs out there. We will modernize the OWA Tag Team division. Sure, there will be casualties. Sure, we’ll ruthlessly destroy anybody who even thinks about standing in our way. But...such is progress, right?

It’s not like any of these other teams are going to be missed once we’ve sent them into obscurity.

BANG!

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

Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 10:09 pm by **Alyssa Grace**

Nowhere to run.
Alyssa Grace sat back near a window at a small café, sipping on a large and rather strong black coffee. Dressed in black skinny jeans with rips in both knees with the bottoms tucked into Doc Martin boots, a series of chains, four in total, all varying in size, were worn on her right hip - connected from one belt-loop in front of her, to one belt loop on her backside. Her t-shirt was a maroon red in colour with some design on the front, scrunched up and tied at her stomach so the design was wrapped and unrecognizable. Her slowly fading orange hair was worn freely and she wore minimal makeup. Mainly in order to try and hide the fact she was a little hungover. To say she'd had a good night following the award show was putting it lightly. She also wore a pair of dark lensed oversized aviator sunglasses in an attempt to maintain some anonymity, it helped keep some privacy from the more casual audience. Despite it barely being noon yet, the place was hustling and bustling around with a number of employees running from the various full tables. It was a typical scene with patrons all about the tables with laptops out. Some were obviously university students looking for WIFI. Others seemed more like business professionals out of the office. Alyssa traced a nail around the rim of her cup, absentmindedly watching as people walked by outside when a voice dragged her back out of her head.

"Alyssa?" The voice belonged to a young female, she couldn't have been older than nineteen, twenty at a push and whilst it took a moment, Alyssa recognised her to be the woman who she'd accepted a last minute interview from. She always enjoyed engaging in conversation with people who shared the same passion she did for the business and this was bound to give the youngster's blog some exposure so everyone wins. "I’m so sorry I’m late!” she panted as she hurried over towards the table.

Alyssa took her sunglasses off and set them on the table. She grinned as the girl took a seat, pulling out a notebook and a pen. “You’re not late. I was just early. I only asked to meet here because well.. this is one of the few places I actually know here. There’s no need to rush.” She chuckled lowly, she could tell the girl was nervous, so she was going to do whatever she could to ease those nerves.

"Thank you, I just want this to go well." She explains rather hastily and Alyssa nods. "I'm Morgan by the way." Alyssa extends her hand and the two shake hands before Morgan clears her throat. "Let's get down to business, I know you must be very busy."

"Yeah, you could say that." She laughs again and shifts in the chair slightly to become comfortable. "But I'm sure you've got a lot of questions, send 'em all my way."

"Well, I'd like to begin with congratulating you for taking home not one, but two awards last night. Breakout Star of the year and Champion of the year, that's certainly another impressive accomplishment to add to your resume, how does that feel?"

"Firstly, thank you, that means a lot. Secondly, it feels.. surreal. All of this does. It's hard to put into words just what I'm feeling right now because it's a mixture of everything, that feeling only becomes more severe as the time goes by and Final Destination approaches." She sips at her coffee once more, allowing Morgan to scribble down what she says.

"Would you say worry is a feeling you're currently experiencing? If so, what are you doing to try and minimise that certain feeling?"

"I’m gonna let you in on a little secret. It shouldn’t be much of a shocker but, yes, I worry about every match. On second thought, 'worry’ may be a strong word. ‘Care’ may be more fitting but really… to-may-to to-mah-to. So to try and minimise the already few negative feelings inside of me I like to remind myself that I have a responsibility to go out and put everything I have into every match. And if I don’t, I hold myself personally guilty for that. In a lot of ways I probably put too much pressure on myself. But it’s how I am. I was like that even before I became the Alyssa Grace people love today. I put everything I have into constantly working to improve, to grow, to become something more than I was the day before. The moment you become satisfied, the moment you think you’ve got nothing more to learn or nothing more you can develop, you stifle your entire career from that point forward. So I train in some form every day. Working out. Mastering techniques. Studying tape. Reading something geared for strategy and combat to try and sharpen my mind. No matter how much a person has done, there’s more that can be there. Prepping myself to fight a battle is a feeling I've felt a lot, especially here in OWA but this time.. it just feels different. I'm here prepping myself to try and break the cycle I’ve found myself falling into over recent months. Here I stand, ready to go to war. I’ve lived my entire life telling contentment to piss off, climbing for more than I was ever supposed to achieve and digging and scratching until I got there. I left everything behind to pursue this, and you can believe I’ll give everything to finally make it to the top. I can feel it deep inside of me, the burning need. It drives me. It pushes me. It nourishes me. It keeps me going when I just shouldn’t be capable of going anymore. I hope that's a sufficient answer."

"Perfect answer." Morgan grins after a few moments of scribbling, she pauses for a moment before asking her next question. "You've been very vocal about how proud you are to be a member of the Odyssey roster and how by winning this match up, you'd be making history as the first person from the brand to do so and well, apparently not everyone shares the same sentiment that you and others do in regards to Odyssey being the best brand in OWA right now." Alyssa raises an eyebrow and Morgan pulls her phone out and after a minute of clicking, hands the device to Alyssa who watches a promotional piece from Maverick. She remains relatively emotionless until the footage comes to an end. "So, how'd you feel about that?"

"I mean, it's nice to see him address us ladies but am I supposed to value the opinion of a man who uses a vape pen in 2021?" Her question is asked in a half serious, half jokingly manner, the redhead rolls her eyes before elaborating. "I can kind of understand where he's coming from.. kinda. You can consider Gwen and Dulce's approach to this match piss poor and it would be difficult to dispute that and I don't really expect someone to agree with a brand they don't belong to being better than the one they do represent but c'mon, the fucking kitchen joke Mav? I thought you were better than tha- wait, no I didn't. I'm not going to enter feminazi mode and hail you as some supreme misogynist but if you're going to try and offend a group of people, use something we haven't heard a billion times befor-

"I'm sorry to interrupt but is it true he had to tell you how to properly open a can of pineapples?"

Alyssa snatches Morgan's phone and skims through the promotional content once more. "That bastard." She hands the phone back and runs a hand through her hair. "Uhm, kinda? But that's not really important, what is important is that I do now know how to use a can opener on my own and I will no longer have to try and stab cans."

"And.. what's the IRA Goon Squad exactly?" Morgan asks, confusion written all over her face.

"You know what the IRA is?" Alyssa asks and Morgan shakes her head slowly. "Irish Republican Army, whether or not we're actual members is information I won't disclose right now, it's really just something silly we created because we're Irish, might as well embrace the stereotypes before they get thrown at us right? But let's not get too distracted now because as fun as the shenanigans Maverick and myself can get up to, there's nothing fun about this. I’ve tried so hard to be the nice girl lately. To be the one the fans can love. But I’ve started to realize... the fans got behind me because of who I was. They don’t want me trying to be the respectful girl. They don’t care about any of that. There's a bitch badder than comprehension locked up inside of me and she’s dying to get out. She’s angry. And I’m not about to hold her back inside of that ring. I’ll bend and break every fucking bone I see available in order to reach my prize. And there’s going to be plenty of bones available. If I'm not holding back? I might just try and break every single one Jason has. He’s a fascinating topic actually. And the reason is... I don’t buy for one moment that he’s everything he says he is. Look at him. I’m quite sure he’s everything he presents himself as in being a troll. But has anyone ever paused and actually listened to him? Not just what he says but when he says it? He’s the fucking definition of an internet troll, not just a bridge troll. He does and says whatever he can think of based on whatever is happening around him to create hot button bullshit. Why? Because OWA is a company worth a lot. One of their employees comes out saying some out of pocket bullshit, it’s gonna get a headline. Have you seen the man's Twitter when it's not banned? If he wants the best possible version of me then I hope he's prepared to wake up the morning after barely alive. In fact, he'd be lucky to wake up at all. I'm not here to lead a revolution, I'm here for one reason and one reason only: myself. No pun intended here but Maverick is not the only person to believe I've had some kind of fall from Grace, he may be the first person to be vocal about it but he's not the only one who doesn't like what they currently see in Alyssa Grace." Alyssa's voice trails off slightly.

"Who are you referring to here exactly?"

"Myself, Morgan. I'm disappointed in what I'm gradually becoming and even though it's easier said than done, I'm using the last bits of my mental energy to remind myself that it's never too late to turn things around. By my standards, my performance in the Clash fucking sucked and that's something I've been living with ever since. It's something I've been punishing myself for ever since I was eliminated. But.. I'm not here to throw myself another pity party, I'm here to tell it how it is, Maverick is a good wrestler. I've seen his skills now for a while. He's a fighter. He's technically gifted. I respect it. But he's not better than me. Not by a long shot. All he really is is just another body standing between me and my prize and I’m not leaving without it. The same goes for everyone. This is my moment. No one in this match deserves that briefcase more than me but one thing I’ve been forced to learn the hard way is that you don’t always get what you deserve in this life. So that’s my mission. Not just to earn it. Not just to prove that I deserve the damn thing. Because I’ve already done that in spades so far. I’m here to do one thing and one thing only. I’m going to take that briefcase, even if it kills me to do it."

"Before we completely change the subject, how do you feel about what Dulce had to say? Many have expressed their disappointment they feel towards her approaches to this, do you share the same sentiment?"

Alyssa shrugs. "It's not up to me to tell Dulce how to live her life and how to deal with matches like this. She's one of the best regardless and has more than enough experience on this stage, we all know that, but it is an "oh" moment for me, like is that it? I don't think advantages exist in an environment like this, sure some of us are more comfortable with practically killing ourselves because we're not exactly rational but using the fact I'm comfortable in this sort of environment as much as I can isn't exactly the worst idea. I don't want to sit here and be like "I'm gonna win this solely because I don't mind getting hurt!!!" because that's boring, a waste of everyone's time and a lie. The reason why I'm going to win this is because this is the culmination of so much time spent waiting, of so much pain. Sleepless nights, countless hours working and honing myself. So much blood spilled, so many tears shed. All that work, all that struggle, all that time and effort will be vindicated. I've made a lot of promises not only to myself but to my loved ones, my friends and my fans, and now, I think it’s about time some of my promises were kept. I wish I had more to say on Dulce but I simply don't. All I can really say is that I'd much rather deal with the pain competing in this match brings than have to deal with the pain losing a big match like this brings again."

A silence fills the air between the two women and whilst it's not exactly awkward, it isn't exactly comfortable either. As Morgan continues to write, Alyssa pulls her phone out just to check if anything else has been said since she last opened her mouth. To her delight, there is.

"Are you okay to continue?"

Alyssa looks up, a smile on her face. "Yes, of course. I apologise, I just got lost in seeing what Graham's had to say."

Morgan returns the smile. "Would you like to talk about that now?"

"If you don't mind, this is your interview after all."

"Not at all, I'm sure anyone who's going to read this wants to know a little more about that anyways!"

"Greatness is something we all fight for, isn't it? It’s why we put ourselves through the pain and suffering that we do. It’s one of the reasons why we put our bodies on the line in these insane matches. It’s all to have that shining moment, that time where we make our mark on history and find ourselves becoming more than anyone ever thought possible. Greatness means something different to all of us. To some it’s simple victory. To some it’s championship gold. To some it’s a feeling of surpassing what was once considered their limit. Whatever greatness is to a person, the chase for it is always one of strife and struggle. And that greatness is what I’m chasing. My greatness will be found in redemption. In managing to overcome where I fell short and finding myself finally holding the evidence that this journey of mine has been worth it. That it was worth sacrificing everything I held dear to me. That it was worth being left embarrassed so many times as of late. That it was worth all of this and so much more as I climb that ladder and unlatch that briefcase, finally holding and feeling the prize in my hands. To see this last year of toil and work finally come up and be shown as something to look back on with pride as someone who took a journey and is finally finding their true self within the pain, validating all of it with one shining moment atop that ladder. My opponents all seek greatness in their own ways as well. I know what this win could mean for each of them but with Graham, I feel like I know what it means on a more detailed level. And that’s something that pushes me, because I know it pushes him as well. Sometimes it's hard to genuinely believe what people say but with Graham, I know one thousand percent that he is willing to put his body, his life on the line to get this win, doing whatever he has to in order to claim that briefcase. That just means that the onus is on myself to withstand what’s thrown at me in this match and be the one leaving with the prize. It’s going to hurt, and going to hurt quite a bit. But whatever it takes, whatever injuries I may sustain I'll have to just suck it up because it’s a price I’m willing to pay. It’s the price of greatness."

"Graham mentioned you potentially being the one with the most to prove in this match, do you believe that?"

"Yes. Not even potentially. I am. This is one of the most, if not the most chaotic match on the entire Final Destination card, in order to even have a fighting chance, you've got to be bloodthirsty and boy oh boy do I consider myself the most bloodthirsty bastard in this. Why? The name Alyssa Grace means to be undying. To never give in. To work your ass off every day of the week because you want to reach the mountaintop. I’m still desperately fighting. Because I know what it’s like to be that close. To have everything right there in your hands, everything you’ve worked for, sweat for, fought for, and have it stolen right from under you. These are my stepping stones. These experiences are what I’ve come from. That's why I can’t allow myself to lose this one. That's why I will fight like hell. That's why I say I’m the most bloodthirsty person here. If there’s going to be blood on my hands, I’ll take it with a smile. If I have to break bones, I’ll do it with purpose. It will be chaotic. It will be carnage. There’s not a damn thing I won’t do to win this match. If my opponents die, they die. None of them are the same. Doesn’t matter if I respect them. Doesn’t matter if I hate them. Mutilation comes in one form, bloody and gruesome and glory and gore go hand in hand. I appreciate the kind of man Graham Baker is and I'm glad he's seemed to fully accept that I'm going to look for every way to break him in order to win this match. He accepts that he may find himself hospitalized or permanently injured once I’m done, he accepts that he is an obstacle that I will run over with anything I can to reach my target, to reach my briefcase. Now and after the match is the time for handshakes, pleasantries and in this case, honesty. During the match will be no such thing. Respect will go out the window once that bell rings. If he thinks he's going to be the one to stop me then all I can do is beg he tries. He'll find that nothing in himself even scratches the surface of the fire that burns inside of me, that courses through my very veins. Step too close and you will get burned. No mercy, no regard."

Alyssa downs the rest of her drink and then continues once given the all clear from Morgan. "I know far too well what the value of a name can be. My name is the one and only name that I’ve battled for. One name I have redefined time after time. One name that has grown into one of the most respected names in this industry. I’m gunning to take that leap into greatness. I refuse to allow my past to keep me held back. I refuse to see everything ripped out of my hands. Through ups and downs, through winding roads, through all blood, sweat, and tears that I’ve shed… This is where my journey has led me. Right back to Final Destination. Right back to where last season ended and this season began.

With Alyssa Grace on fucking top.

Interview over."

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, Jeff X, The Banshee and Noah Reigner have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 10:09 pm by **TTtheT**

The Awakening is a group of champions for a fucking reason. We’re a group that doesn’t know how to miss a step. We know each other well and we know how to work with each other...hopefully, that was seen at the last Olympus. I don’t know why people see us as dominos to knock over. People see us as the stepping stones for their favourite wrestlers like we haven’t been holding it down for months. They think we’ll just fold like a wet sheet of paper when there’s nobody there to jump in and interfere. They can’t see what’s clearly in front of them because they desperately want to believe that we’re some bad dream that’s banished by the good guys. They want to believe that we’ll fade back into the shadows or wherever the fuck former champions go when they lose their titles. They can’t accept that we’re their present. We’re their future. We’re the constant presence in their favourite wrestling company and we’ll continue to be that as long as we have our way. OWA sees that and it’s clear that they’re trying to sweep us under the rug. To relieve us of all our belts in one swoop and start a new era without The Awakening. One day they’ll do it, but it won’t be at Final Destination. Not yet. We’ve swept through Olympus by any means, and all people can do is throw rocks at us from the bottom. Making up childish insults about being brainwashed, about being followers in a cult, but I know. I know that they would sell their fucking souls to be in our positions. They try their best to “roast” me for hanging with a crowd that knows how to succeed when they’d do anything for a fraction of our success. Let’s get serious. Do I look like a fucking cultist to you? Do I look like a guy who falls to his knees and prays to a bright light in the sky? I’m being painted as a guy I’m not and people still want to tell me I’m wrong? It’s like I don’t know who I am or something. People are telling me who I am like I somehow need to be educated. They’re trying to say that I worship the world champion of a wrestling company. There are some crazy SOBs in this place, but I’m not one of them. I don’t bow to a single person in this business. I’m sure there are some rabid fans of this place, but I’d like to think that I’m above them. But still, these people write me off as some worshipper when I’m the greatest Television Champion this company’s ever seen.

Ugh.

It’s because I’m what they don’t want. They try and make me what they want me to be so they can ignore me. They try and mold the world’s perception of me and The Awakening so they can write us off as jokes. As insane fucking cultists that follow the words of a world champ that thinks he’s a god. Day after day, match after match, I keep proving them wrong. But again, those same people would do worse if it meant even having a shot at the gold we’re holding. Not that they’d have to, of course. OWA seems determined to give a shot to anyone that seems vaguely interested in a title opportunity. Look at the challengers I’ve sent to the showers. I’m sure Keelan would’ve done anything to pull his ass out of perpetual mediocrity. Hell, so far he has. Joining up with Nas of all people? And people call The Awakening bad? Putting his pathetic career on the line against a guy who’s about to end it without a fucking doubt. Call it a mercy killing. Revy might be the most attention-starved bitch on the roster, so I know she’d throw her dignity away for another shot at any belt. Anything for some recognition after she chokes away that tag title shot. Any of these people would do much worse things to themselves. All I did was join up with a few like-minded people, and didn’t it work out? Didn’t it get every single one of us a championship to be proud of? It did, but people want to talk down on something they can’t have or what their favourite wrestler can’t have. They say that we ruined the prestige of these belts. They’re saying that we killed all the honour associated with the gold, but as soon as someone they like has it, it’s oh so prestigious. It’s never really about what’s done to win the belt. I could be the world’s greatest athlete. I could beat the entire roster in a handicap match clean as a whistle. And the belt could not mean shit to these people because I’m holding it. I’ve accepted that at this point. I’ve accepted the fact that their shitty opinions don’t matter at all. What I say won’t change anything in their eyes so I let my performance speak for itself. I’ll let my win over these idiots at FD show that words won’t change the future.

And speaking of the future, Nobi seems to have his all planned out. Not hard when you can rely on opportunities coming your way from every angle, right? But right now, that man’s focused on his Openweight Championship reign that’s sure to come. Already talking about taking on challengers, making the belt prestigious, but first, he has to fucking win it. I wouldn’t trust him to win a match against one of The Awakening if we had our hands tied behind our fucking backs. It’s clear to me that OWA wants the man as champion, and why not? He brings in views because of his movie career, he has hordes of fans that love him, why wouldn’t he make a great champion? Oh yeah. A champion actually has to wrestle. Don’t play with me, Nobi. You know exactly why you’re shoehorned into every title picture. You know why you’re shoved into the bright lights when it’s clear that you’re far from ready to hang with The Awakening. Don’t delude yourself. Don’t make it seem like you were specifically chosen with Liz and Reigner because of your amazing skills. The Dream Team? Maybe with media ventures, but I wouldn’t put your ass on any team that I actually wanted to win. Shows what OWA knows, though. Don’t try and make people believe that you ever had a chance of beating me clean. I know in your mind you’re some sort of competent wrestler, but I can’t fucking believe that. You weren’t anywhere near taking my TV Title and it’s not my fault you’re too stuck up your own hand to realize that. I’d love to run it back for one more if it meant shutting you up for a few seconds. You and I aren’t on the same level. We’re completely different. Not equals in the fucking slightest and there’s no reason you should even try and put yourself on the level of someone like me. You might have accolades but in the ring, you and I aren’t even close to equals. If you want to talk about the tag team triple threat, I wouldn’t get too excited about not being pinned by Eon and me because you ended up being the one pinned by two coked up pieces of shit that you’d find at the nearest gas station. Is that something to be proud of? Is that something you look back at fondly because at least you weren’t pinned by me, right? And hey, apparently “knocking me out” wasn’t enough to prevent us from sending your team running away. You might want to find out the definitions of all those big words before using them. Fucking pathetic.

And that’s right, I said I was tired of you going on and on about the single good thing you managed to do in your shitty wrestling career. I think I know what I said. There’s no reason to repeat my points back to me like a fucking parrot. That’s right, I’m exhausted of hearing you talk about your SSW title. I’m glad to recognize that. I’m happy that you finally figured out that I’m not too pleased with hearing you talk about it. It’s about fucking time, isn’t it? But what do you do after that? You talk about it. Again. My god. What’s the point? What haven’t we heard about the legendary Nobi run in SSW? What else is there to say about it other than it existed, you defended it a couple times and you lost it? Day after day, promo after promo, you go over the same shitty points that we’ve all heard before. We get it. You’ve defended it in OWA against Teddy. You act like you put out an open challenge night after night against the world champion by the way you hold it dear. And yes, I know the Spirit Royale was a thing, solely because of you parading around, but what’s the point of beating 30 men if you can’t even beat one? Besides, I wasn’t in there. If you managed to beat them, I wouldn’t be worried about the competition in there. You’re a fraud. Hiding behind a mask of good intentions and respect. You think you’re a man you’re not, and it doesn’t matter how many times it’s proven that you’re not. Nothing can change your shitty opinion of yourself. Some people think that’s admirable, but it’s really not. You’re stuck in your own mind. The thought that you’re not the superstar you think you are hasn’t even crossed your mind. And it’s doing harm to you and your teammates because you have them convinced that you’re someone to fear. I’d say I’d knock some sense into you but if all the title losses haven’t done it yet, who says this one will?

And really, what makes this trio so good? What makes them so successful? What makes people think that them beating us is something they can fucking bet on? They want to believe it. They want to believe that they’re strong enough to topple the mountain the glory that we’re standing on. They’ve been shouting it from the rooftops, screaming it at whoever listens, and now, they’ve even got our challengers convinced that they can pull it off. Not that they needed any help in doing that, though. They’re being gassed up by themselves and everyone around them only to crash and burn when it’s time to actually fucking wrestle. We’re seeing it from Reigner already, for fuck’s sake. Let’s talk one last time, Noah. For the last time until I cave your head in. What facts, Noah? I think I’m exactly right when I say the highlight of your OWA career was a win over Eon and me on a Friday night which was no easy feat. But apparently, it’s not, because you’re banking on your future successes that haven’t happened yet. I’m sure this won’t be the end for you. I’m sure one day you’ll ascend to the peak of OWA like you have in EAW and SSW, but right now, that’s the only positive part of your time in OWA. As much as you don’t want it to be true. As much as you want to fucking brush it off as a small thing, it doesn’t change the present. Nice try, though. I don’t have any control over what my companions say. I don’t babysit them. I don’t write their scripts for them and censor them like a shitty TV network. If Michaels wants to run around on social media, that’s fine with me. I could not give more of a shit. He’s a grown man. He can manage his own social feed or whatever it’s called. As long as he’s ready to perform in the ring, I’m happy. And with Eon and Fiora, he has his reasons for liking the man. Is it a little dramatic? Sure. But wrestling isn’t known for its nice guy down to earth personalities. And he was right, wasn’t he? More or less, you people went and proved him right, but words aren’t my problem. It matters what happens in the ring. Nobody remembers what was said before it in a year. And I plan to be champion long after that.

Overconfidence does kill. I’ve seen it happen to opponent after opponent after opponent who had the audacity to talk about their chances in a match against me to my face. But I don’t think this is much of a stretch. I don’t think I’m making the bold claims like you and specifically Liz are. I know you’ll put up a fight. I know you won’t just fall over and die. I’m expecting what could be the fight of my life but one that I’ll come out victorious in. I know this can’t last forever, but I’ll try my best to keep it going as long as possible. Should I not have the pedal to the metal? Should I just hand the fucking belt over so OWA doesn’t get the satisfaction of seeing me pinned? Sounds like a good idea for others, but not me at all. There’s no reason I shouldn’t be pushing and pushing until the end comes. I agree with you that I won’t see it coming, but I can’t see myself losing either. I’m not overconfident. I’m not expecting a fucking wash. But I do have faith in myself and my teammates. The members of the most dominant faction in OWA. And if I can’t have confidence in the champions of Olympus, the match is already over.

And finally, there’s Liz Karlson. The woman who doesn’t even know the championship she’s fighting for. My god, if you’re gonna talk shit about taking belts, I’d hope you’d at least know what belt you’d plan on taking. You’re challenging for the Hybrid Championship, you dumbfuck. Sheesh. It’s Nobi that’s the one that could take Eon’s belt. I feel like I shouldn’t have to say this. I feel like you should already know this, but that’s what I get for having any expectations. Are these the people that seem to be convinced that they were handpicked? Is this someone that Nobi considers part of his “dream team”?

“Which is WHY I have accepted the offer made to me in private. Odyssey deserves a shot at the Hybrid Championship. And I have a certified contender in mind for the job. LIZ KARLSON!”

Who’s not getting the facts right again? Say it one more time? I guess the Hybrid Championship means something now, right? Is it time to pull out of the match? Is it time to walk out? Because you sure don’t want to be fighting a match for a championship you “don’t give a fuck” about, right? I know, Liz. Trust me. I’m aware. I’ve been aware. I’ve said it many times, but it’s still repeated back at me. I really wasn’t anything impressive before The Awakening or even my “convenient” team with Eon. I know. But who the fuck cares? Who looks back at my career and laughs at the one low point? It’s almost been a year and I’ve already ascended above that shitty version of Noah Quinn, so who cares about what he used to be? Only people who can’t find a fault against the current me. I respect Odyssey. I know there are some talented wrestlers on that brand, but the thing is that you haven’t been tangling up with too many of them. I’m sure you wouldn’t be able to brag about the fact that you haven’t been pinned if you were in the ring with Alyssa Grace or Jonetta Stone or anyone that hasn’t been spinning their wheels on the bottom of the card. It’s easy to elevate yourself when the current competition can’t compare, but once you’re elevated, you’ll be sent right back fucking down. I’ve always been threatened. There have always been people trying to bring me down, and they should. But the thing is that they haven’t done it. Nobody’s been able to do it. They’ve had over half a year, and those people that you say are threatening to slit my fucking throat haven’t gotten it done. But of course, you’re that person, right? You can do what others couldn’t. That’s what everyone that’s ever faced me for this title thought, and look what happened. There’s always legitimate competition. There are always people that pose a threat to me, but they’re never enough of a threat to actually win. And trust me. Final Destination won’t be any fucking different. Everyone thinks they have what it takes. Everyone thinks they can make it against me but no one ever does. I don’t think you’re any different from the others that felt like stepping in my way. You won’t be the first and you won’t be the last. A statistic. That’s what you’ll be looked back at. Another plot point in my career and that’s how I like it.

Everyone has motivation. Things encourage them to victory when they need it the most. It might be their hometown, pure hatred for their opponent or the desire to win gold. But motivation can only do so much for someone. They have to have something that motivation can enhance or it does absolutely nothing. Everyone’s told me what fuels them. What drives them to win so they can take away my championship, but nobody ever does it. They talk about their fans, their rise to the top, only to fail and fail again. I was directionless but The Awakening directed me to the top where I am today. The only motivation I need is the prospect of another win. Another name to add to the list. Another person I can say I put the boots to. At the end of Final Destination, The Awakening will have our belts. We’ll stay the champions of Olympus.

And the reign of terror continues.

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

The bob games March 31st 2021, 9:45 pm by Solomon Caine

March, 27th, 2021, Osaka, Japan:

( The scene opens up backstage at the Osakadome moments after the final match of the Warlord championship tournament. It’s here in the locker room we see Solomon Caine sitting alone. His head wrapped in bandages, his body bruised from the blows of his opponent Michael Bishop. Slowly he unravels blood stained tape from his fists as OWA’s chief reporter, Cori Simmons, cautiously approaches him remembering what happened the last time she attempted to interview Caine.)

Cori Simmons: Excuse me mister Caine, can we have a word.

( Solomon raises his head to make eye contact with her. The expression on his face never changing from the Neutral, emotionless, void of anything resembling warmth or humanity. A long pause passes before Caine finally responds verbally.)

Caine: Proceed.

Cori Simmons: First, congratulations on winning the Warlord Championship, how does it feel to capture your first championship?

( Caine’s remains stone faced. Another pause passes before he answers.)

Caine: Do you believe it was gold and glory I craved? Do you mistake me for the rest of these heathens who live as slaves to their own vanity and ego? Have all my words fallen on dead ears? I seek not my own glory, but I seek to shake the masses out of their blissful slumber. I seek to open the eyes of humanity, or rather the eyes of the ones who may be counted among the worthy while the rest of the dregs be turned into nothing more than Kindling. This bit of tin and leather means nothing to me, but the power to hold the attention of the masses, that is a mighty tool that the ones who sent me now possess. They have everyone’s attention, and now the message can be delivered. Now as the Lord Of War, the ears of the world will open, the eyes of the masses receive sight. This was a step towards all that the ones who sent me have foretold.

Cori Simmons: right... umm anyways, with this win you have to have found some much needed momentum and confidence going into the B.O.B. games at Final Destination, how do you plan to carry this win here in SSW and build on it at the biggest show of the year in OWA?

Caine: Why do you question what i intend to do? What the ones who sent me desire of me? They have whispered in my ears just how much they crave a d command me to beat and batter every single soul that I encounter in inside these games. I submitted myself to their will when they demanded that I leave a trail of bodies laid at my feet in this Tournament of warlords, and so I submit myself again to their whims as they demand a tower of bodies that reaches to the heavens. One that can be seen from a city of Angels filled to the brim with devils. How appropriate that it would all end here. That this is the Final Destination for so many. Heed this warning while you may, for the words I speak are not idle threats, they are not simple bravdo nor boasting. The words I speak are a promise. Same as the words spoken over Michael Bishop were. can feel it coming, the war to end all war Some are worried about losing their jobs, they should be worried about losing their eye, their arm, their life. I’ve spoken clearly when I said that while the rest of the vermin think they are simply coming to the Final Destination for sport, or a test of skills, what we are seeing is a test of wills. A glorious Cage where only the fittest may survive. There will be great suffering and agony. There shall be blood that runs like a river out into the street. Hell on earth has found a new home, and it’s doors have been thrown wide open.

I hear fools speaking of prizes. Trinkets Of their victory should they be fortunate enough to walk away in one piece. They wonder to what end does this battle serve? Is it for money? For riches? For their greatest fantasies to be fulfilled? What could they receive in exchange for walking into this waiting tomb? I tell you now that whatever reward it is they’d seek, it will will turn to ash before their very eyes. Whatever victory they would claim, will be long forgotten after the cleansing fire. Do you all hear me? There is no victory to be won here. There is only the lasting wounds and scars that shall haunt you till your dying day. There is only agony and misery forever more once you all are in my clutches. The ones who have sent me, they have allowed me to taste humility. The have given me glory in one land, and bitter defeat in another. But I remain faithful to the purposes they have chosen for me. I hold true to their plans, for they are conducting all things, they are pulling every string, nurturing every sensation, stoking every instinct that drives Men to do what is ultimately the will of my masters. And they care not if I am crowned a winner. They care not if I should be given the world upon a silver platter. All they would care about is that I would prove myself by standing against the world with no one by my side, and that world would see their might displayed by the broken bodies, and broken spirits of all whom have been placed in my path. The ones who sent me demand their praise, that all would pay them tribute in the form of cries of pain. And as they demand, I shall follow. As they desire, I shall bring about with every ounce of wrath and rage inside this body. How beautiful it will be to feel flesh being torn away from bone by my bare hands, how glorious it shall sound to draw blood with whatever isn’t nailed down. It is right that I do so. It is right that I do so! IT IS RIGHT THAT I DO SO!

( with that Caine leaps out of his seat ranting. Cori Simmons just misses being inadvertently hit by the raving Caine and quickly Heads out of the locker room with the camera man in tow. Simmons darts through the hallway as fast as her feet can carry her, all the while Caine’s voice can be heard off in the distance echoing throughout the halls of the Osakadome.)

Caine (no mic): THERE IS NO HOPE! THERE IS NO ESCAPE! THEY WILL DRINK IN YOUR CRIES FOR MERCY AND SPIT THEM IN YOUR FACES! THIS IS WHAT THEY HAVE SENT ME FOR! THIS IS WHAT-IM SORRY! IM SORRY! I DIDNT WANT TO BUT THEY MADE ME!!! THEY CANNOT BE DENIED!!!

( Caine continues to scream his predictions of doom as the cameraman trips over a wire and down to the concrete floor causing the feed to go dead.)

Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 9:44 pm by **DarkCircle**

{The feed starts up once more and we can hear the sounds of faint conversations spoken from a distance intermixed with the faint sounds of Machine Gun Kelly’s “Alpha Omega” playing somewhere else as the screen lightens to show us the inside of a very modern looking gym somewhere with a large wrestling ring set up with a few people there apparently in the midst of a mock-ladder match as they are going full tilt and down in the midst of them is Ryo Sakazaki himself as he works hard with the other young men and women in the “match”}

Voice: ALRIGHT, ENOUGH!!

{Ryo and the various students stop what they are doing as an older man steps into frame with a serious look on his face, his short hair white with age and experience waving slightly in the flowing breeze of the room}

Man: Take ten, then I want that ring reset back to how it was at the start and then you all take it from the top again. Understood?

Ryo & Class: YES SIR!

{The old man’s face breaks out into a slight smirk for a moment before he motions at Ryo to come over and join him which the younger man does}

Man: And you Ryo are quite the popular man it seems.

Ryo: How so sir?

Man: Well let’s see, Graham Baker couldn’t stop pitching a bitch about you while stuffing his face full of shitty fast food and Matt Miles said he lost his respect for you because of how you worded that first promo.

{The look that comes across Ryo’s face speaks volumes}

Ryo: I honestly don’t think that he had any respect for me to begin with, sir. I mean I have been losing a lot of my matches recently…

Man: Feh, losing only counts if you chose to do nothing with the loss. Look at how many people on Oasis’ roster have chosen to use their losses and become something more. Kenny Drake, Carlos Rosso, Mongoose McQueen, Jacob Knight, Natalie Cage, Savannah Sunshine, and so many others...including your friend Jeff X.

I can see where Miles would have a problem with your words because you spoke out of pure rage, pure and simple. It gets old constantly seeing all of your hard work and effort get flushed down the shitter, Ryo. I’ve been there and I’ve got more than enough of that ill-fitting t-shirt to start my own store for it.

{Ryo looks up at the older man for a moment and then slowly nods in agreement}

Ryo: I guess that you’re right sir.

Man: You guess, I *know*. Sometimes we all have our own crosses to bear, but it takes someone with the real dedication to smash their right over the other fuckers head and make’em pay for their own shit.
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{The feed jumps and we find ourselves outside with the familiar mountains of the Northern Carolinas stretching out in the background as the camera’s view refocuses in on Ryo who is leaning against a fence with a thoughtful expression on his face}

Ryo: When I cut my first promo leading into Final Destination, I heard those words that Graham Baker had said and it lit a dumpster fire under me and I’ll be the first one to admit that maybe I misspoke in my rage and Miles, you might have taken some of my words as “misogynistic”, and to be honest I’m still trying to figure out where that assumption even came from.

It might come from the fact that I mentioned how Lash Donohue’s older half-sister Arley Kirk, the aforementioned “Buck seven girl”, was able to not only beat Graham Baker but run him out of another promotion when she kept her world title from him despite everything that he dictating was “the great gospel from the wrestling god that is Graham Baker”?

That was no slight against Arley at all, I mean she has held a *WORLD TITLE* for over four hundred and something days and she has had incredible matches...so my using her as my prime example about how Graham Baker can be proven so horribly wrong is considered to be “misogynistic”?

Now I’ll be the first to admit that I’m the rookie here and this is my *FIRST* Final Destination, but I’ll be goddamned if anyone confuses what I’m actually out to do with anything else!

But Matt Miles, you can go ahead and call me a clown all that you want, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m still one of the hardest working me on all of the Kingdom brand. It’s not a “circus” as you called it, but a proving ground for the real work horses that come here to this company, to the Omega Wrestling Alliance, because I’m out to fucking prove myself and while I’m proud to have been trained in the Queen’s Road, I’m not the one obsessing over it or throwing that Matsuda-sensei was the one that trained me into each and everyone’s faces.

At Final Destination, I know that I’m stepping into a match where not a single one of you respect me because I’m the “perpetual loser” right? I get that and all of the other shit that I’m going to be thrown my way but when this is all said and done, win or lose-I will have at least proven that I fucking belong here in this company because I’ve got nothing to loose, right?

I’m going to be looking forward to actually earning your respect in that match, Mister Miles, because where I come from you’re not just handed respect...you earn it.

Which brings me to you, Graham.

{Ryo closes his eyes and takes a very deep breath, trying to cleanse himself and focus before he opens his eyes and looks hard at the camera}

Ryo: I piss you off? Good..just means when you're trying not to swallow your remaining fucking teeth after I knock the rest of them out of that putrid bag that you call a skull at Final Destination that you'll understand who was the better MAN that night.

Graham, if I wanted to hear about your "great exploits" as you call them then I would simply go down to the nearest Walmart and buy them out of the dollar DVD bin right next to copies of the Room, the twenty sixteen Ghostbustes, and the Will Ferrell Holmes and Watson movies.

I mean seriously Graham, all of my confidence comes from the fact that I'm willing to put in the effort and fucking work my ass off to get things done while I bet you couldn't put anyone down without some help from any of your fucking running buddies can you? I mean seriously, I might be part of the Dominion and the Frontline, but I'm walking into the match at Final Destination by myself because I have the confidence in myself to do just that and get the fucking job done.

How about you just shut the fuck up, Graham, and just leave. I mean that's what you're best at when you don't get your way isn't it? You fuck off and pray that a promotion dies without your so called "greatness" to lead it or some shit like that?

You ain't running me off and you ain't going to disfigure me or any of that high handed bullshit that you spewed in that promo because when you try to do just that, I'm the one that's going to be fucking up your world because I'm the one that belongs here because I'm the one that's putting in the fucking effort to *EARN* my place here in this company, while you simply exist here.

So how about you stop stuffing your gob with shitty fake chicken sandwiches or do you really enjoy doing yourself that level of harm?

Now onto a more important opponent in this match, that being you Alyssa Grace.

You had one hell of a run last year, having one of the most epic runs with the Goddess championship in the history of this company and a drive to make each match that you’re in even better than the one before it.

Which to be honest is the very thing that I strive for despite the shortcomings that everyone else seems to be harping on.

You’ve set one hell of a bar for yourself and facts being facts, you’re the kind of opponent that I wanted to face when I first signed up here in the OWA...I’m just sorry that our first time facing each other is in this clusterfuck of a match and no doubt you’ve seen me at my worst.

But with having talent such as yourself and Gwen Harper in this match...I have my work cut out for me if I’m going to prove my worth by facing some of the true top tier talent that currently exists in this industry today, but not all prizes come at the end of a ladder match...some come by the fires that you go through to take that particular brass ring.

At Final Destination, Alyssa...I fully plan on testing just how far you’ll go to win this match, because despite the shit in my recent past, I’m going to show the world that I’m not this fucking joke that the others like Baker and Maverick think that I am...by beating you in our match at Final Destination and coming out of that particular inferno with that briefcase in hand...that will finally prove why I am the Demon that this company needs.

The same can be said for you, Dulce Torres...Odyssey's “Beacon of Hope” versus the Dominion’s “Grinning Demon”.

The battle of the top strikers of our respective brands.

Tell me, Dulce, and tell me true-are you looking forward to painting your masterpiece at Final Destination upon a canvas with such works upon it?

Do you feel that you can honestly outdo the savage brushstrokes of Graham Baker against the dedicated lines of Alyssa Grace among others?

Me, I’m a bit of a van Gogh myself...but who’s to count that yes?

I know in my last promo I might have said something by accident out of a moment of pure rage and we both know that you’ll get your pound of flesh in return at the pay per view...but in the end, you are going to be one of the tougher opponents to best during this match and I know it, but I’ve got my mind set on proving myself and I can’t let anything stop me and if that means having to go heavy on you in a striker throwdown, you can bet your bottom dollar that I’ll be the one that comes back up in the end when everything is said and done.

But the one that I’m actually disappointed in...is you, Maverick.

{Ryo pushes away from the bit of fencing that he’s been resting against and shakes his head sadly for a moment before looking once more up at the camera}

Ryo: Yes...I get it. “Ryo is such a loser and he doesn’t deserve to be in this match”... I expected such a half-assed bit of stupidity like that from Graham Baker, but *YOU*!

You...I expected something just a little bit more creative than just basically copying Graham Baker.

To be honest unlike Graham, you’ve actually *EARNED* your spot in this match. Look at your accomplishments over in say Wrestleworld for an example of the kind of fucking workhorse that you actually are...and you did it without winning any titles there.

So when I waited for your promo to come own down from your ivory tower, I honestly expected to be insulted for one of a myriad of things...but instead you gave me the fucking cookie cutter insult of all things.

I would say that I’m insulted, but I can’t because I’m more ashamed of even having to be in the same ring as you after that one.

You see Maverick, I fucking get that I’m not supposed to be in this match and that apparently the only fucking reason why I’m in it is because Mongoose McQueen is too busy chasing his own fucking legendary Pokemon.

And yes, I also get that the last several weeks I have eaten loss after loss after loss to the point where I can feel that burning rage inside of me welling up more and more with every fucking cheap poke that you all throw in my way…

...or I would if that anger hadn’t changed to annoyance.

I mean fucking come on guys!! If you want to fucking insult me, then come up with better fucking material than this tired old shit about “Mongoose gift wrapped this match entry for you by his own stupidity” or some shit like that!

While I might be in this match to fucking earn my place and knock Baker’s fucking fugly teeth down his lying, two-faced *GOB*, you can be rest assured that the only person that I’m not looking for approval from is you, Maverick.

No...if I wanted your fucking approval then I’d already be one of your sycopatic little fuck-fools that you’ve got running around.

No.

I’m coming to Final Destination to do the one thing that not a single one of you thinks that I can do and that’s win!

Yeah, I’m coming in the fucking joke but you know what...I’m also the only one in this entire match with nothing left to loose or did you all forget about that?

I have been burned so badly by loss after loss that any shred of a superego that I might have had left was burnt away.

And as for where I was in the Great War, Maverick? I was in the fucking thick of things actually doing shit unlike you trying to be a poor man’s bootleg of Jacob F’N KNIGHT and at Final Destination, after I unhook that briefcase and that final bell rings with *MY* victory assured...I’m not going to make you eat those words, Maverick, oh no I promise you that you won’t eat any crow that night as you stand there in utter shock as that measly mouth breather Graham Baker picks up the shattered remains of his crooked liar’s teeth!

No.

You’ll be too busy eating the humble pie of the Ascension briefcase as I slam it hard against your face right before I walk away in bloody glory.

{Ryo stops and closes his eyes, takes a few deep breaths and tries to calm himself for a moment before he opens them again and looks hard at the camera}

Ryo: Final Destination is going to be my redemption, ladies and gentlemen...weather you fucking like it or not.

{Ryo then walks out of the camera’s view as the feed fades out}

Jeff X has spoken. It’s such good shit!

LAST EFFORT. - LK Promo #3 March 31st 2021, 9:40 pm by **Big_Baker_Brand**

Liz Karlson leans against the wall on an outside of a bar, the neons shining against her jacket as she enjoys a cigarette. She lets it hang loosely from her mouth for a moment as she considers her next words carefully, before sighing and speaking up.

"Eve of it all, right? And The Awakening's spit and sputtered all the fuckin' sputum they can muster. They've tried to paint me as unworthy, paint Reigner as a has-been, paint Nobi as a moron. Have they succeeded? The court of public opinion seems to think so, if you pay attention to that shit, but I've never been a girl for gamblin' and I ain't about to start when it's my ass on the line, y'know? The Awakening's spent so much time tearin' us down, as I expected they would, and I've been doin' the same. But I saved my last bit o' breath, somethin' Mark Michaels didn't understand when he came out yappin' like a dog just when his muzzle popped off. I kept one last bullet in the chamber, and I kept my eyes peeled to see where we were lackin’, to see where this fuckin’ gang could make up the distance that they’d lost to The Awakening.

I was never intent on bashin’ Fiora’s boys for three segments straight, never even crossed my mind that I’d have enough time an’ space to continue beatin’ the dead horse that’s the Awakening. Yet, here we stand. Me, one mean cunt with a beer sponsorship, a dead strap, and some sorta fuckin’ drive to prove myself. I’ll get back to that though, because the three of yous in all your infinite wisdom seem to have been disregardin’ anything the three of us, puttin’ Noah down like he ain’t a goddamn champion in Japan right now. Hell, I might not care about Noah, I made that clear, but it ain’t because I don’t think he’s got this.

I don’t care because I know he could knock out or choke out or stomp out any one of you clowns on a moment’s notice. Hell, I nearly watched him beat Mark Michaels to death just days before this card was fully fuckin’ announced. You might say I had to save Noah, but that shit don’t mean, well, anything compared to how many times you goonies have had to save one another. Noah Reigner is a bonafide fucking legend. Noah Reigner’s held world championships everywhere he’s fuckin’ gone. In a way, it shouldn’t be Reigner facing off against one of you three for a secondary prize, Reigner should be beating the fucking brakes off Nathan Fiora and ripping the OHC from his waist, puttin’ it somewhere that it really belongs. Reigner doesn’t need our help to be successful, and even if he did, he could always rely on Baker. Instead, he’s here with me and Nobi.

I’ve seen the three of you try to separately fuckin’ disregard him, but he made Noah Quinn second-rate despite Quinn having a championship and having been here way fuckin’ longer. He’s gonna continue to make Quinn look second rate, like when he and Baker beat Chaos Elite, two of you goons, a win that you always try to brush off as ‘oh, just a one off failure’ when they so easily managed to repeat it in the fuckin’ Clash. You can tell just how big for your britches the three of you fuckin’ brainlets have gotten considering that you’re trying to play down a man who’s career, without another accolade or championship, would fit into any fuckin’ wrestlin’ hall of fame.

The man’s a fuckin’ legend, and you better put some goddamn respect on his name while you can still talk, ‘fore he kicks your fuckin’ jaw outta place. The same goes for Nobi, a man who you’ve disregarded, a man who has been the only one aiming for Mark Michaels’ hybrid championship, but for some reason ain’t gotten the respect from the champ that, well, the rest of us have. Mark and his goons have spent far too much time focusin’ on the boogeymen that are the stick boi and the only female in the match that they’ve drastically ignored the ten ton gorilla that is Nobi. Before we even get into the ring, I mean-the guy’s an international superstar? Who else do you see on fuckin’ movie posters? Who else do you see holding gold from here to WrestleWorld to SSW and then fuckin’ back? Sure, maybe Nobi’s time has passed him for the moment, but that don’t mean shit considering the pedigree he’s been up against.

The White Knight is a fuckin’ paragon, man. He’s a top level competitor, and against the three of you? You’re chickenshit comparatively. Nobi could Attitude Adjust any of you fuckin’ morons to the moon and back with the snap of a finger and still have time to go film some fuckin’ Suicide Squad clips to follow up on it. Nobi is an icon for the industry, because unlike the three of you, he doesn’t need to rely on cheap tricks or fuckin’ faulty teamwork to get the dub. He just goes for it, and he serves a hell of a scenario to boot. He’ll have a hell of one to write after we stomp the three of you the fuck out in the center of the ring in California-no matter how much Mark Michaels wants to gush about the state, it won’t do shit to save y’all now.

And beyond all this, with a sense of finality...you got me. You boys have slung hella words at me this whole build-up that’d make a girl with less of a sense of brashness and identity blush like a fuckin’ fire hydrant, but I ain’t that girl. What I am is the bitch who’s gonna pick one of you fucking goofballs up and dump you on your head until basic fuckin’ contractions don’t make much sense anymore. Eon Blue wasted most of his fuckin’ breath talkin’ about how I didn’t deserve the shot no matter how hard I’d tried. No matter who I’d beaten. I mean, the common theme was that the three of you clearly thought I was some self-important fuckin’ cunt who was below the rest of yous.

Only one part of that sentence is true, though. I am a cunt, and I don’t need to be above the three of you to be able to bury you fuckers in shallow graves. The Awakening have inflated their own opinion of themselves so heavily that they’ve been tryin’ to enforce it upon others, but what fuckin’ good will that do you? No one gives a fuck about the three of you. I could hear it in the crowd durin’ that lumberjack match, every time the three of you goofballs go somewhere-SSW or what have you-no one has your back. No one’s dyin’ to see you win. I bet that rejection fuels you, makes you think you’ve got a solid drive forward, got a purpose to throw it back in everyone’s fuckin’ faces.

But really? It means y’all are just a bunch of rejects who got lucky with those fuckin’ belts.”

Liz pauses to take a drag off her cigarette, before she continues.

“I’ve said time and time again, the three of us don’t need the backup, but I ain’t complaining about it. I won’t be complaining when we drive the three of you into the canvas, rip your fuckin’ heads off your fuckin’ shoulders, when I can crack a couple beers with Nobi and Reigner as we celebrate the fuckin’ gold we won. This ain’t just an opportunity at Final Destination III, not just a championship match on my second-ever pay-per-view, this is a fuckin’ dream come true, this is a hollistic purpose, a driving fuckin’ mission, this is what I’m gonna do that’ll seal my name in the record books. I know exactly why, too, because they picked me to take that Openweight Championship and bring it back to Odyssey. They picked me to drop Eon Blue’s skull to his fuckin’ ass and call his title reign a day.

I was given this greater purpose, and I will damn well take it with pride and a smile on my face, for the opportunity to bring this shit home to the girls who bust their asses every fuckin’ show for so little respect compared to three ingrates like you. It doesn’t matter the size advantage the three of you think you have, it doesn’t matter the tenure that you and your goon-father have over me and Reigner, all that matters is the fact that we’re going to come in and give it all of the fuckin’ energy we have, all the piss and fuckin’ vinegar in our bodies, and walk out with championship gold around our fuckin’ waists.

Failure ain’t an option. It never was, and it never will be.

Because honestly? You self-righteous fuckers might think you’re awake, might think you’re highest above all others, but this’ll be the wakeup call to get your asses in fuckin’ gear, to get out from the shadow hoverin’ above all three of you. The Awakening might’ve stood strong on Odyssey, but all empires fall eventually-first the three of you, and then your Father when Darkane finishes what Stark started.

World needs a bit of a shakeup, a flame to kick-start this grand transition, and honestly?”

Liz’s cigarette goes out, and she reaches for her lighter, igniting it once again.

“If it’s what I gotta do, I’ll damn well do it.”

We see the light of the cigarette in frame for just a moment longer, before we cut to black.

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

Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 9:39 pm by Keelan Callihan

The present is a platform, build as you see fit. No plans, only godspeed, no future, only ideas...

…

...and we’ve made it this far.

...

Third time’s the charm.

The trilogy.

The curtain call.

For one of us, it’s the end of the road. For the other, their journey continues. We’ve had very storied careers, and they’ve paralleled each other quite well. We’ve both overcome similar obstacles, similar speedbumps. We both have had indistinguishable comeups, and while we’ve strayed away from each other for sometimes years on end, we always come back to each other. Once again, on opposite sides of the ring. The two of us came into this business at similar times, but one of us will be leaving it before the other.

Maybe I am the obvious pick.

This entire season it feels like the whole world has been against me. Nobody wanted to give me anything that I rightfully deserved. How many times have I beaten cunts in matches only for them to get the opportunities over me? Too many to count. Way too many to count. I’ve probably had the least productive year of my career, and yet I’ve still worked my ass off to get myself into positions where I should have been on top of this place. But the higher ups don’t want it. They’ve overlooked me for way too long, and now they might just lose me forever.

Now let’s say that all again from Finnegan Wakefield’s perspective…

This entire season it feels like the whole world has been against him. Nobody wanted to give him anything he rightfully deserved. How many times has he beaten cunts in matches only for them to get the opportunities over him? Too many to count. Way too many to count. He’s probably had the most productive year of his career, and he’s worked his ass off to get himself into positions where he should have been on top of this place. But the higher ups don’t want it. They’ve overlooked him all season, and now they might just lose him forever.

See what I mean when I say we have parallel careers?

As much of a dickhead he is, and as much as I despise his fucking guts, I know better than anybody when and when he doesn’t deserve things. This mother fucker talks a lot, and it’s one of my biggest peeves about him, but he’s used that mouth to cut some of the best promos all year, and nobody wanted to even nominate him for promoer of the year? The fuck is that? And don’t even get me started about the things I deserve. I had to hold this company by the balls just to get them to sign me to a new contract just to get an Omega Heavyweight Title match against Nathan Fiora that I was owed, only for Aren Mstislav to throw Stark in the match last minute and make it a triple threat match. What a fucking joke. This company is going to lose one of its best talents, and if it is me, then fuck it. I’m at peace with it.

…

But there is absolutely no god damned way I am letting Finnegan Wakefield at least feel excruciating pain. Mental and physical. Because while I know exactly what he deserves in terms of recognition, the one thing he deserves the most is inflicted punishment from yours truly. It’s fitting, eh? How many times must we run this circle? You come out and say that you’re entering this match not to throw your career away. You’re risking it to take mine. Well that’s fine. Like I said, I’m at peace with whatever the outcome is at the end of the day, but do you know how good it would feel to take your career at this point of your life? You are the first ever OWA World Champion, and now almost three years later, you are one of the most overlooked wrestlers in this company. Taking your career away from you and seeing how devastated you would be is just the icing on the cake. Knowing that I’d be taking a talent like you away from this company is just the delicacy I need for this to be worth it. The fact that all season, Omega Wrestling Alliance didn’t even really want to give you the time of day, if I take you away from it, I really do not think they’re going to care too much. And while that’s going to hurt the reputation of the company, it’s going to hurt you more knowing that you will never know if they were going to give you the opportunities you have been owed for so long. And it’s not like you can go to another company and do it all again either. If you lose this match, you are done. DONE. When it comes to you and I going against each other we’re 1-1. This I Quit Deathmatch is the rubber match, and I’ve always thrived when my back has been up against the wall and the odds have been stacked against me. You know what I am as well, don’t you Finn?

A hardcore specialist.

I always wrestle fantastic singles matches, but I have always been better in the hardcore environment. The proof is in the pudding. I lost our first encounter in that hour long singles match at Game Over back in 2019, but last year I defeated you inside Hell in a Cell at Final Destination 2. Now, we’re in a deathmatch? Well sign me the fuck up. I can’t wait to be able to tell the world that I made The Wrestling Artist Finnegan Wakefield utter the words, “I quit.” What a fitting end to your career, mate. I know how hard I’ll have to work to make it happen, though. Harder than I’ve ever worked for anything in my career. No, my life. I may just in fact have to kill you. The nickname I have had the entire length of my career may finally become a literal term. The Killer kills The Wrestling Artist. No matter what, you will submit to me mate.

Or I’ll die trying.

You say the greater prey upon the less and that you’ve fallen to nobody. You’ve fallen to me. You and I are no greater or lesser than one another, and you, of all people, should know this better than anybody.

But after Final Destination 3, that changes.

You better count your fucking days.

THE KILLER IS COMING.

Aria Jaxon has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 9:29 pm by **Moongoose McQueen**

STARDUST CRUSADERS

Lhotse, Tibet - March 17, 2021 - 6:56 AM

(In the snowy mountains of Tibet, a lone man with a walking stick is scaling the mounting. The Mountain Breeze blows as a small blizzard rages. 25,000 feet above sea level, the man continues to walk before approaching some steps, stairs leadings more than 2000 feet to a monastery. The man pauses for a moment, but continues and makes his way back up the steps. Hours later, the man finally makes it at the top and reaches the gate of a sanctuary. The man drops to his knees and removing his hoody, revealing to be Moongoose McQueen.

Moongoose McQueen approaches the gate, and bangs on the door, a monk slightly opens the door.)

Monk: Who are you?

Moongoose: I am a man who seeks guidance. There are rumors of a master here that possesses a technique that I need to defeat a great evil. I’ve come far from the states to be here, and I wish to learn what I can.

(Monk stares at him, and closes the door slightly. Moongoose waits patiently, before the Monk returns, he nods his head, before an elder monk steps out of the door to speak with him.)

Master: I am Master Zeze Topp, what brings you to my monastery?

Moongoose: I’ve come here to seek your teaching, for the texts that I’ve found in my research lead me to here. It took me 3 days and I believe this is the place I was looking for.

Master: You spoke of an Evil. What is it?

Moongoose: Abholos. He is a demon that I must defeat in revenge.

Master: Abholos? Never heard of it. What makes you certain that this “technique” is capable of defeating such an evil?

Moongoose: I have my theories.

Master: Now my concern is, you say you seek revenge. As the master of this “technique,” I cannot let such a craft be used for evil or harm. It’s intentional use was of spiritual enlightenment and allows one to tap into the source of light. How is it that you’ve come to the conclusion that you must seek Revenge?

Moongoose: The truth? I got greedy. This Abholos creature, he posses a power that far exceeds my expectation. And in truth, I wanted it for myself. Because of that, I’ve lost some family and friends and I want to save them.

Master: And if you were to had possess such powers, what would you had done with it?

Moongoose: I would had shaped the world in my image, but…

Master: Then I cannot train you. A man of your greed and ambitions, in the wrong hand is unfit to learn this technique.

Moongoose: No, please! I need this! I’ll give you anything.

(Moongoose reaches for his bag behind him, and throws it on the ground, bars of gold fall out as Moongoose continues to beg.)

Moongoose: If you want more, I can get more. I can give you anything.

Master: What is your name?

Moongoose: Moongoose McQueen.

Master: Moongoose, there is no price you can pay here. Money cannot buy you everything, and perhaps it is with that mindset, you have failed to understand why you are in the current situation you are in. You were blinded by your greed and lust for power, you lost sight of what was important. But to encounter such an evil and to come out of it alive, you should be grateful for what you have left. Revenge is not the answer, and Revenge is not an answer I will accept in taking you as my student. That is final. I will not teach you, so please leave.

Moongoose: I will not leave.

Master: You may do as your please. But I will not be teaching you anything.

(The Master signals for the monk to follow him and close the door behind him. Moongoose drops to his knees as the monk looks on. A night passes and morning arrives.)

March 18, 2021 - 4:00 AM

(The Monk opens the gate to do his morning routine of sweeping, only to his surprise, Moongoose McQueen is still outside in the same spot from the day before. The monk goes back inside to report to his master.)

Monk: The man, he is still outside.

Master: Ignore him. He will leave.

(Days and Night Pass and every morning, the Monk finds Moongoose still outside of the gate in teh same place. Refusing to leave.)

March 20, 2021 - 4:00 AM

(The Master peeks his head out of the gate and see Moongoose still in the same spot on the ground, this time, shaking from the cold he has endured. His clothes and jacket, tattered as Moongoose has been chewing on his sleeves to fight off the hunger. The Master shakes his head and the monks begin to look on in concern. Finally, Moongoose gets up and walks away, leaving behind the bag of gold he carried with him.)

March 21,2021 - Dining Hall of the Monastery 6:40 PM

(In the grand dining hall of the monastery, all the monks socialize and convene while enjoying their modest feast. The Master walks by before a crowd starts to appear in the corner.)

Master: What is going on over there?

Monk: Master Topp, you must see this. It’s him!

(The Master peers over their shoulder to see on the screen of a mobile device. Crunchyroll, the app is playing the SSW event, “Dragon Soul” showing the conclusion of Moongoose McQueen vs Darkane. Moongoose, with his throat slashed as Abholos taunts him. The monks are in awe what is going on, and all the master can do is shake his head.)

March 23, 2021 - 4:00AM

(A commotion is gathered at the gate now as the master walks by to see what was going on. The Master has the monks move aside and before him, Moongoose McQueen has returned to his spot. McQueen, bruised, battered, and bandaged around the throat from the wound inflicted by Darkane. McQueen had returned immediately after his match at Dragon Soul, refusing to waste time tending to his wounds. Moongoose and the Master lock eyes.)

Master: I already told you, I won’t teach you.

Moongoose: I remember.

Master: Your actions and behavior was despicable.

Moongoose: I’m aware.

Master: We will tend to your wounds, but I want you to leave after.
March 24, 2021 - 2:00 AM

(In the late evening, when all the other monks had gone to sleep, a monk on patrol sees the Masters standing by the door. The sounds of moans and cry echo to through the air.)

Monk: Master, what is it?

(The Master points towards Moongoose who is outside pulling on his hair as he rams his knuckles onto the concrete floor. Blood all over his hands and tears frozen to his face. Moongoose continues to wail and cry in agony and distraught, showing himself in the most vulnerable state he has ever been.)

Master: He’s been doing that for the past 2 hours.

Monk: What should we do?

Master: Nothing. We just watch.

(Moongoose McQueen continues to cry in anguish, beating himself in the process. A state no one could ever imagine seeing him in. Hours pass, before the sun begins to rise. Moongoose finally stops and sits back up. Attempting to wipe the tears from his eyes and hiding the self-inflicted injuries on his hands. The Master opens the doors and walks over to Moongoose. Upon a closer look, he notices, Moongoose’s hair has turned all white overnight.)

Master: Moongoose, was it? Let me see your hand.

(Moongoose hesitates, but then shows it, revealing grasped in his fist, a photo. A group picture of Moongoose with his family and friends. Shin-SEKAI celebrating at the bar the night after the Steel Asylum match at Boiling Point.)

Master: What did he take from you?

Moongoose: Everything.

Master: And do you believe you deserve to have it all back.

Moongoose: No. I don’t deserve it. I never deserved any of it. All I want to do is fix my mistakes.

Master: Your grief. It has caused your hair to turn white over night. Your cries, I can feel your pain and suffering. But I need to hear from you. What is it you want to do with this Abholos?

Moongoose: For the first time in my life, I feel like this is a battle I cannot win. I spend months reading every book I can to fufill two purposes. To save my friends and to defeat Abholos once and for all, at any cost. I know this is a losing battle. Our last encounter, I was a fool to think I can win at his game, and now my brother, my boys, innocent people that only wished to support me are suffering the consequences. My sister and my friends have all turned against me. I am all alone, and I deserve it. In my pursuit of this power, I have lashed out on everyone, including a close friend who treats me as a brother.

Master: Yes, Nobi. I’m a fan.

Moongoose: Yes, Nobi. And all I want to do is fix everything and for things to go back to how it was.

Master: So this power you craved for before, if you were to get it, what would you do?

Moongoose: I don’t want it no more. The power of a god is beyond any mortal, and I was a fool to believe I was mature enough to possess it. No one should have it. I wish to end it all so that no one else will have it.

Master: And if you are to get your friends and family back?

Moongoose: I want you to understand, I say no matter the cost. Whether or not I get back what I want isn’t important. Because of their loyalty to me, I have been able to succeed in my goals, and now, it’s time for me to return the favor. I got them into the mess, I will get them out. So please…. Teach me.

(The master looks at Moongoose who bows, planting his forehead to the sacred ground.)

Moongoose: I’ll do anything. I don’t have any other options and I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m scared I’m going to fail and it will all be for nothing. For the first time in my life, I’m afraid to fail and, I…. I just can’t! Please!

Master: Raise you head up. Your remorse is genuine. I’ll teach you.

Moongoose: You will?! I…

Master: On one condition. You do not leave until I allow you to leave.

Moongoose: That might be a problem. I need to fight him on April 3rd. That’s only 8 days.

Master: This technique that you wish to learn, has taken me almost 3 decades to master. If you do not believe you can master it in the course of 7 days, then you are free to leave.

Moongoose: No! I’ll do it. I can do it! I WILL DO IT! I HAVE TO! THANK YOU! I WILL NOT LET YOU DOWN!

Master: Clean yourself up. We’ll start your training in an hour. Due to your situation, we’ll have to work a lot harder for you to understand and use it.

Moongoose: Thank you…..

Master: Topp… Master Topp.

(Moongoose enters through the gate of the monastery as the clock begins to count down. April 3rd approaches as Moongoose races against the clock. He must learn the technique he soughts as well as earn the approval of his master. Will he be able to make it? We will have to wait and see.)

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

Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 9:24 pm by **Noah Reigner**

“Do you want to know why Karlson, Nobi and myself have reminded you that we’re all former World champions? Because you just don’t seem to get it. You don’t seem to get exactly what you’re walking into at Final Destination Three - none of you do. I’ve beaten people that, not even in your wildest dreams, could you beat. I’ve stripped championships off of men who are legitimate living legends in this industry; but Eon Blue, Noah Quinn and Mark Michaels are here claiming that we’re all hype, no substance. Blue, Quinn and Michaels are recording videos, downplaying the challenge that’s ahead of them because they are “better” than us. They’re trying so hard to convince other people that, but in reality - they’re trying to convince themselves. Read the room, boys. No one in this company, fan or wrestler a like, believes that you’re walking out of Final Destination Three with your championships. I’m not going to deny that you’ve defended them, that you may have actually beaten people that no one expected you to, but what I can assure you is - it won’t happen for you this weekend. You see, why we tell you that we’re all former world champions isn’t to brag, it’s to remind you of your place. There’s not a chance, not even the slimist of chances, that either one of you three will ever replicate the success that the three of us have achieved. You three are destined to live your careers on the lower end of the spectrum. You will never have that moment in the main event of Final Destination. You will never see or feel the bright lights of superstardom - not as long as people like myself are around. And, spoiler warning, I’m not going anywhere any time soon.”

“I won’t lie to guys, I’ve been in your position. With my back against the turnbuckle, staring down the barrel of what people said were insurmountable odds; but I prevailed. I’m not like the three of you, I didn’t leave a shit-brown stain in the corner like the three of you will - and do you want to know why? Do you want to know why Nobi, why Karlson prevailed? It comes down to one simple word. Talent. It’s talent that pushed us past our initial challenges, past those unbeatable odds, past those legends in this industry - and it’s talent that the three of you lack. Real talent, the talent that separates you from everyone else, no matter what company you step foot into. That is why there was ‘hype’ surrounding my arrival here. That is why the Dynasty made it their mission, attempting to bury me on the spot - but here I stand. And that’s why I suspect the three of you have spent all of this time and energy being angry - upset - butt-hurt that I stand in front of you at Final Destination Three. Because the second I walked into this company, all of that headway you three were making - all of the steps forward in your career that you took, immediately got shut down. Noah Quinn instantly became ‘the other’ Noah, Eon Blue was pushed to the back of everyone’s minds, and Mark Michaels immediately had flashbacks of the shared time in EAW where he watched me run roughshod through the company, while he was regulated to jobber status. All of this anger leads back to the fact that you know, deep inside of your hearts and minds, that there is no way you leave California with those titles. The three of you, solo or combined, don’t have the talent to stop me - to stop Karlson - to stop Nobi, and you all know that. That’s why the tough guy fronts, that’s why all of the faux-bravado, the faux-machismo and all of the hostility. Because you know Final Destination Three is a lose-lose scenario for you. You lose your championships, you lose any credibility that you thought you had, and now? After a week of bullshit, after a week of blatant lies and excuses, you lose any of that miniscule respect that you once had from any of your peers. You hate to see it…”

“Just like you hate to see Mark Michaels trashing a company’s World Championship - as he’s done to Strong Style Wrestling. A company that is so closely affiliated to the company that he calls home. And trashing a title - a level of championship that he has never earned in his life; suddenly “means nothing” simply because it doesn’t brandish the OWA lettering. Shitting on the SSW Puroresu championship doesn’t make you edgy, it doesn’t make you a badass either. In fact, all you’ve done is shit on all of the talent that has held the championship. I know you’re doing it to specifically get under my skin, or under Nobi’s skin, but what about Stark? What about Jacob Senn? What about Aria Jaxon? Now, after seeing how much you’ve praised Aria Jaxon lately - I feel comfortable enough with the assumption that you’ll come back with ‘Oh I never meant to disrespect her.’, when she is infamously known as the person in SSW. That’s okay, we’ll brush it under the rug - chalk it up to stupidity and ignorance. Won’t be hard to sell that, considering everyone knows how fucking dumb you are. But while we speak of Aria Jaxon; yes - you’re right. I did pin her to regain the tag team championships when she hit Baker with a move - missing me entirely. But that isn’t the first time I’ve pinned Aria, and I can assure you - a talent like her? She and I will have more fights - because she, unlike you, is in the same talent class that I am in. And save me the dramatics of ‘she was exhausted from a long battle’, because the Corsairs entered at number two, bitch. And then, this assumption that just because I’m one half of the tag team champions with Baker in Japan, I need to be carried to victories. You’re willingly, blatantly ignoring and disregarding the entire length of my career where I stood on my own. Trying to cast some doubt on my legitimacy as one of the best in this industry by saying I need help in order to win. No need to thrust your own insecurities out onto me, Mark, because I’ve proven time and time again how good I am - on my own, and in a team setting. You, on the other hand? Well, anytime you’ve been put against someone of worth - you fail. That’s why you’re so proud of your Pride championship from New Jersey. That’s why you’re so proud of your Hybrid championship - because it didn’t take overcoming legends to win. It didn’t take a miracle to walk away as champion, but it’s going to take one for you to leave Final Destination Three with it still around your waist.”

“While listening to you drag SSW and attempt to drag me in the process - it became clear that you truly have no ammunition against me, Michaels. Let me pull a page from Blue’s playbook here. Talk about my past Championships and degrade the company they were in? Check. Talk about how I’ve yet to win a one on one match in OWA? Check. Talk about how I’m in a dominant tag team and can’t compete on my own, despite my successful singles career? All checked off on the “dumbass, cliche attack tactic” list. This is why no one takes you seriously, Mark. You make all of these claims, all of these acquisitions - but it all misses because you have no logic to back up the shit you talk. You make the bold statements like you’re going to knock my teeth down my throat, but there’s no legitimacy behind your threats because the one time you did get the opportunity, I was in the process of making you my bitch when Blue had to save you. Still have that receipt I gave you? Fleeting moments of offense would have never translated to a win, we both know that. Just like we both know that I’m leagues above you, and that you’re fighting a losing battle at Final Destination Three. But the always-persistent Mark Michaels continues to try and convince everyone that he will be on the winning side. Too bad no one with more than one brain cell believes that. So do me a favor, Mark. After Final Destination Three - once myself, Nobi and Karlson put an end to you and your mates reigns, do me a solid and stay the fuck in your lane. You don’t belong in a ring with me - and that’s something that we all know.”

“Noah Quinn, the man I’m personally looking forward to getting in the ring with this weekend. The man who’s made it his mission to try and get one back, revenge for the tag team match where he took the loss to myself and Baker. It’s funny that you said you wanted to make it your mission, because despite my beef with the more talkative, hot headed member of your team - it’s your championship that I’m after. Honestly, I couldn’t care less about the Openweight or Hybrid Championships; those are Nobi’s and Karlson’s to go for. What I want is the piece of gold that you have seated comfortably on your shoulder. It’s been covered that you’re the longest reigning Television champion, it’s been covered that you have had some top-tier defences as champion, and that is why I’ve made it my mission to take it from you. I’m not out here trying to sully your reign, Quinn. You’ve done what you’ve done, and while you may have not upheld the championships namesake of defending it on television as much as you can - you have certainly left your mark on the record books. That is why out of the three of you, you are the one that strikes me as the most ‘prominent’ of the champions on the other side of the ring in my eyes. Out of the three of you, you are the one that stands out the most - and that is precisely why I’m going to take you out. Your threats of knocking us over like bowling pins? It’s laughable. That’s really the best that you can come up with? If there’s anything in my career that I’ve proven is, it’s I don’t stay down. You can knock me down time and time again, but I will be right back up in your face. You say I’ve ‘milked’ the tag win over you because it’s all I have? Brother, I’ve had more success in less time in my career, than it took you to grow that scraggly ass beard. Yeah, I own my losses - all of those with shady decisions and dealings behind the final decisions, and yeah I defend my case just as anyone else in my position with; but when saying we ‘sound like broken records’, only for you to spin the same warped and overplayed tune of ‘you can’t win anything’ - you come off just as stupid as Michaels does.”

“Another bright statement you made was that I only see things from one perspective. That’s how this goes, Quinn. You spin a narrative to tell the masses how shit I am, questioning my abilities to win and to be successful; and I set the story straight from my perspective. I don’t need to imagine people hating my guts and wanting to see me fail, that’s nothing new to me. Here in California when I was the only technician in a company full of Ultraviolent wrestlers with bloodthirsty crowds - they didn’t want to see me fail, they wanted to see me die. And I’ll tell ya’, I was closer to death then - than I ever will be when it comes to you and your pals. It’s in the champions book of replies to say that the challenger is going to meet the same fate as every challenger that’s stepped up previously, I know - I get that. But I’m not just another challenger. I’m not like Keelan, I’m fucking certainly not Shaker Jones, I’m not Darkane - and no disrespect to him, but I’m not Nobi. I’m Noah fucking Reigner. As it’s been said, I’m a world beater. I’ve buried champions bigger and better than you. I’ve buried hall of famers and legitimate legends - something that you clearly are not. And while I know you would love to add that name to the list of people you’ve defended the championship again, it’s not going to happen. Go on about how you think I don’t deserve this opportunity, and I’m sure once I take the championship from you, you’ll cry about how I was never a contender. But there’s no bullshit tactics that you and the Awakening can employ to win. No steel chair that you used against AR-15. No steel chair that Michaels tried to use against me on Olympus. No member not involved in the match to save you from the count. Yeah, I evened the playing field and cut out the middleman against Michaels beforehand, but you can rest easy that it won’t happen this go-round. Nah. I don’t want you and your boys to have any excuses after the fact. I want to be able to look you in your little, beady, dead eyes and tell you that you’re just not good enough. Something that everyone seems to know … except for you.”

“The same sentiment goes toward Eon Blue. Someone who’s just not good enough, but doesn’t seem to comprehend that fact. While not the weakest link in the Awakening trio, you’re certainly not the strongest. And you’re also the one who’s most attached to daddy Fiora’s tit, getting upset that myself and my team cut apart your ‘relationship’ with Nathan, saying it’s old news but you turn around and talk of my shortcomings in OWA. Sounds a bit hypocritical, doesn’t it? But your shortcomings, the way Chaos Elite continues to prove to be a joke of a tag team, hasn’t been touched on. Yeah, I did address you and your idiotic belief that you “had” myself and Baker all of those weeks ago. We both know that’s far from the truth. You never had anything, not even the slimest of chances. But what about AR-15? The second that you and Quinn lost control and things were about to be over for you guys, surprise surprise, the Awakening - Chaos Elite - shows their true colors and attacks. A chair to the back of April Song and the match is thrownout. If you want to pull out the rulebook and study technicalities - that is a disqualification loss, not a no contest. The same it should have been on Olympus when you turned out to be a bitch made loser, attacked the referee when Michaels was in the process of being pinned. But hey, I’m not going to split hairs on DQs and No contests, I’ll leave that to Aren to study for future reference.”

“But you shouting out Liz, asif the cowardice that you and Quinn displayed on Atlantis is supposed to rattle her? I can assure you that it did the exact opposite. Liz is going to come at you with intensity that you couldn’t even fathom. Me, though? The guy that’s ‘floundered and floated along’ in the thick of intense rivalries with the heaviest of hitters in this game? I’m going to show you exactly what I meant when I said guys like you and Michaels have been made to look like stars while splashing in rain puddle deep divisions. You’re stepping up to world class, top caliber athletes. This isn’t the minor leagues anymore, Eon. If I were you, I would stop pretending to play clairvoyant and start preparing for the next course of action you're going to take after the Openweight title is no longer around your waist. You say you will put your body, your life on the line for the championship? Good, because that is exactly what we’re going to take. First we’ll break down your body. Tearing every tendon, ripping every muscle - and then? Then we’re going to make you watch as we do the same thing to the rest of your team. One by one, systematically destroying the Awakening until only shells are left. And then all that will be left is to euthanize the three of you. A bullet from the Assault Rifle right between the eyes of each and every last one of you. You want me at my best, Eon? You couldn’t handle me at my best. Fuck, you can’t handle me on my worst day with Quinn, Michaels and Fiora. You will, even then, still be my bitch.”

“The three of you are trying to say the pressure is on us, spinning the narrative that we’re failures before this opportunity and if we lose, we’re going to be remembered as nothing but failures. Nah. The real pressure falls on the champions to back up all the shit they’ve talked for weeks. The pressure is on the champions to live up to the hype they’ve built for themselves by promising victory. Whether or not you want to believe it, the three of us will continue to go on with our successful careers whether or not we win. But, listen to me closely when I say this - we’re going to fucking win.”

“Nobi, Karlson and myself are going to teach the three of you a valuable lesson at Final Destination Three. That lesson is to stay within the realm of your own abilities. Because for this event, the three of you and stepped out of that little bubble - and we’re going to fucking humble all of you.”

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

Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 9:09 pm by **Eon Blue**

Final Destination 3 Promo #3

Inevitably

It always comes down to the final hours. The rush to get in the last words, the desire to be the last thing everyone sees before we head into our next show. But I do not have that desire. I know that no matter who comes after me. Who speaks out next. They will not have the impact, or be remembered more than me. That is because what I am saying, will be looked back on, brought up in a grander moment. My words will echo what no one believes is going to happen. That is the Awakening Winning and Retaining at Final Destination.

A camera comes into focus on Eon Blue. His Openweight Championship sits proudly on his shoulder. He is dressed to impress in a grey and blue suit. The room he is in is indistinguishable from any other you may know. It is clear this room is meant to give him privacy.

Liz, No one has doubted that you were in the match. I just wondered why, I am sorry that not earning your place is such an issue for you. At least your partner Nobi finds getting handed an opportunity just as absurd as I do. You want to embrace being toxic, here I thought you already had. You want to sink down to my level, but there is nothing lower than the bottom feeding trash you are Liz. It saddens me to see that you are reverting to an old argument that so many people seem to think. That I am would be leaps and bounds better outside of the Awakening. And perhaps, in a far away future, that could be true. But I started my path here Alone, and alone, was not the success you seem to think I would have. In fact, The Awakening is what rose me up. I am where I am because the father believed I could be better. You say you want the Openweight title more than anything you have ever wanted Liz. Well you can want in one hand and shit in the other to see which one you get filled in first. You crack jokes on my reign because this is going to be my first defense. Who would not want their first Defense to be on the largest of stages? You think just because I have not put this title on the line that I was dodging anything? No I just wanted my first retaining to fucking mean something. And now, it will, because it means that I get to crush your fucking dream. And not only yours Liz, but that of Nobi and Reigner too. But what do you expect when you are facing the best damn faction in OWA Today? You don’t think Father Fiora cares about us? Why, because he is a world champion? Because he allows us to excel on our own? Because we prove in and out that what he saw in us was right? We are not Children looking for their parents approval Liz. We joined the cause willingly. Are we without flaws? No, no person is without flaw Liz. But we overcome those flaws. We become better and better. You claim to be a killer? Not of me and mine Liz. So drink up that beer, prepare yourself however you need to. Keep thinking that I am third string, second rate or what have you.

I hope they have a camera on your face when it is all said and done Liz. I want the world to see how a “killer” reacts to being put in her place. After everything you have said, everything you have tried to point out. How do you think you are going to look on the other side. How foolish you are going to appear. You want to laugh, find the jokes, well I hope when your looking up at the lights, wondering where it all went wrong, that you can laugh, laugh at yourself, laugh at what you thought you could do. Because that is what the world will be doing, laughing. Laughing at how ridiculous you were to think you had a chance. Because while you may bring a fight, while we may be going to war Liz, you do not have a chance. Not against me, and not against my brothers. This is just not your time.

Eon adjusts the belt on his shoulder before reaching off camera to pull in a stool. He slides it in behind himself and takes a seat. The camera adjusts re-centering him in the frame.

All your little show and tell did was prove that you did not win on Olympus Noah. As you said so eloquently, almost doesn’t count. Could have, sure, but I made sure you didn’t. Just like in a few days I will make sure you are nowhere close to winning our championships. And yes, I did predict what and how you would come at us. But not because Quinn and Mark baited you. No it wasn’t hard to look over your old tapes, and see the patterns you display. And as I have said from the beginning. Your old tricks, your same old same old. Will not gain you a victory here. You call me an Idiot, when you clearly were the one not paying attention. Go back and watch the video fool, nowhere did I mention we were a stable. I said we ARE stable. As in sound, solid, unbreaking. We are ready to weather the storm you three are bringing. You keep beating to death the fact that you are all world champions outside of OWA. My fucking god no-one cares. And those that do will have the look of a lifetime on their face as they see you not being able to back up your words at FD3. Fine let's take a moment, Yes The three of you have achieved success outside of OWA. I can give you credit where it is due. But what you did there, outside these walls, is not translating in OWA. I get why you hold yourself in such high regard Noah Reigner, I really do. But just because I do not throw myself into other companies, does not mean I lack the skill or the talent to beat you. You say I am not as good as you, that's because I am better. You arrived in OWA not long after My debut, yet here I am holding the gold now. While you floundered and floated along. That isn't a twisting narrative, that's just facts. Yes you have a win over me and Quinn. But as I have been saying this whole time, we become better every day, and you eked out one win from us. Good On you, we have learned, we have adapted and we have become better. Do not sit back and think just because I only put my body on the line in OWA that I am not an athlete. All of us are. Noah Reigner, you talk of our over confidence while all you do is display your own. How we have no chance of beating you and Liz and Nobi. there isnt a sliver of doubt in your mind so WHY should we have a sliver of doubt in ours that we are going to beat you.

You want to degrade us for hyping our own selves when that's exactly what you are doing. Trying to convince yourself and others that you are the challenge of challengers and we are not match for the likes of you. Yet I am the hypocrite. Noah this isn’t a game. I am willing to die to defend my title. I am willing to die to make sure my brothers and me walk away victorious. Bring everything you can, bring the world beater, bring the athlete, the legend. Bring the best fucking Noah Reigner you can to FD3. That way you have no fucking excuse when we are still standing our belts raised high. I want to beat you at your best, I am going to beat you at your best.

Eon runs a hand back through his hair, not caring how it fell afterwards. He took the belt off his shoulder and laid it across his lap as he adjusted how he was sitting on the stool.

Nobi, Nobi, Nobi, it's not that no one believed you were in a movie. It's that no one actually cared. I am glad you are looking for that hometown welcome and cheer. It will make the boos and jeers mean so much more when you and your team are down and beaten at our feet. I am not sure though how you saw my silence as pressure building. I was just wanting to see what all you and your friends had to say. I am really saddened that you have jumped on the bandwagon of others when it comes to me and how I would be outside of the Awakening. And you make these comments that sound so innocent but we all know you are trying to sow seeds of Discourse and strife. Hell let me hand it to you, you at least are trying to do something about our kinsman ship. Which means that you know as a unit we are a force to be reckoned with. Hell we were named THE faction in OWA. Not Frontline, Not Ashes or Blacklist. THE AWAKENING. So I can see as to why you would try and shake that foundation but as I told Reigner, we are stable. I find it funny how you want me to have plans in place for when we lose our titles at FD3. thi coming from a man who never has to worry about that because he will be handed opportunity again and again and again. But how many more times does that happen. How many more failed chances do you get before management and the people who cheer for you lose faith. And they will lose faith, they will lose hope. You know Nobi, I happen to know where lost faith can be turned around. Fiora can show them the way. Just like he showed me, Quinn and Mark. What would happen to Nobi then? Losing the faith of his fans, of his peers. Nobi you claimed earlier in the week that you had nothing to lose. Oh but you do. And I will be an agent of means to your loss. You see, Liz and Reigner won’t say it to your face, but you are the weak link in this team. Not that you are not as good as they are, but when the lights shine bright, Nobi Doesnt. This is something they are not prepared for.

If truth be told Nobi, you are probably the only person in this match prepared to lose. It's what you do, it's what you are good at. Yes I know, you have been a world champion before. But in OWA, aside from one meaningless tag team run, you don’t bring home the gold. And I promise you, The Awakening is more than ready to keep that theme of yours in check.

Eon picks up his belt and stands up placing it back over his shoulder as he walks forward toward the camera. The camera focuses on his face which reflects a calm and focused demeanor.

It should come as no surprise because it happens all the time. When faced with greatness across the ring from you, you must do everything in your power to make it appear as if you are on their level. Reigner, Liz and Nobi, have tried to flip this script. Trying to make it seem that the current champions, the current title holders are not on their level. They want you to think that we are flash in the pans, transitional champions to the rightful rulers. They say we tarnish the legacy of these belts. They want to ignore how the prestige of these belts has skyrocketed just for the fact the are held by the most dominant OWA has ever seen. Noone else has held every singles title available to them. NO ONE. We are the pinnacle here. Everyone else is playing catch up. On their own I will hand it to them Noah Reigner, Liz Karlson, Nobi are all world beaters. On their own they are a threat to each and every person on the OWA Roster. But as One? As a whole. Where no consistent partnership will lead to miscommunication. You do not add up to the sum of your parts as a team. Together you lack cohesiveness, together you are not the killers you could be on your own. Are you still dangerous, yes, are you good enough to beat us? That has been the damn question this whole time hasn’t it. We are not good enough cause we havnt spread our wings outside OWA and been stars in the minor leagues...You are not better than us because WE are the current champs, we prove we have the stuff. While you talk about it. Back and forth we go, round and round. But it never answers the question.

Eon’s features turn darker, a scowl on his lips that wasn't there before. A glitch in the camera makes it appear as if a halo appears over his head for the briefest of moments and then turns back to normal.

But there is something that sets up apart. A factor you continue to besmirch and dismiss. You see it as a weakness. Something that has held us back. That is our faith. Our trust in the teachings of Fiora. It is a shame you see what we have accomplished as a joke. We found strength in each other and we prospered because of it. Let us be clear here. You say Fiora does not care about us. That he only cares about himself. If that was the case, then why was Noah Quinn the first of us to obtain their prize? If Fiora was all about himself, and a chance to regain the championship that he was embarrassingly beaten for. No, instead he looked to Me and Noah. Leading up to that match, Fiora started his own Mission, headed toward what would become his Omega Heavyweight Championship. But he never faltered in his faith in us. At the end of the day Noah won the Television Championship. He pushed us to become better and we did. Noah ran wild as TV Champion. Fiora built momentum, not only by defeating CM Nas to earn his Championship Opportunity, but being the last man standing in the Thunderdome and leaving with the OHC. At the same time, Mark and Myself started winning, Mark was placed in the Hybrid Championship Tournament. Myself, I was tested against some of the world's best. Stark, went down at MY hands. Baba Yaga, WENT DOWN AT MY HANDS. And then I was given MY chance to win my way into the Openweight Championship match. Spoiler. I won my way in, and then beat two amazing competitors in Vanessa Laurent and Elijah Hampton to raise my hand and raise this belt up. And I know, before any of you have to say you have heard this all before. I know you have but it bears repeating because it is the proof that as a unit we are better. You lambast me for preaching, for slinging the word. Because deep down you know it gives us an edge. By sticking together, by pushing each other to grow and raise ourselves up, that puts us in a better place than you.

Quinn, Mark and Myself, we are ready. Ready to be tested, ready to rise up to the challenge the three of you hope to bring. We will overcome you, we will be the better team at FD3. You see, nothing you have said, nothing you have done has shaken us from what we know and what we believe. You are stepping into the ring with the most dominant faction in OWA History. You stand across from Champions. Together we will overcome you. Your words, your hate, your chastising, your jokes. All they have done is shown your pettiness. The Awakening is going to prove to you and to the world that we can and will overcome any odds that seem to be stacked against us. So come, come to us with everything you have and we are going to return it to you with interest. You think you are ready, you have no idea what we are truly capable of. At Final Destination you find out first hand why we are the best currently in OWA.

The Camera suddenly Zooms out as the lights in the room Eon is in begin to blink and fade. Again the Halo appears above his head, the Logo of the Awakening burns to life with fire behind him.

The time is now, put up, shut up, or go the fuck home. Reigner, Karlson, Nobi. You have proven you are ready but you have not shaken me. You have not shaken my Brothers Quinn and Mark. FD3 Continues the RISE of the Awakening. We believe, no we know in our hearts that we can and will walk away STILL Champions. When all is said in done, I will say a prayer, I will ask for the Father to offer you mercy. It is only fitting, that after we have beaten you, after WE REIGN. That someone offers you something in condolence. For we, we are not your ticket to greatness. We are but your Tickets to failure. The Awakening has nothing left to do, but to break you.

Eon Smirks wickedly as the camera fades to black.

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

Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 8:47 pm by **Arata Asakura**

Final Destination III #3: Am I a bad person?

29.03.21 Unknown Location

*The meeting between Arata and Raijin did not end with this brief conversation only. So that the Japanese man would not be harassed by bad thoughts or manipulation of others, the elder God decided to give him a chance to understand himself and his position even more. After they told each other everything that day, Raijin ordered the Japanese man to open a portal, which moved him to a place that definitely did not belong to this world. You didn't even need to acknowledge this fact, you could just feel in the air that it was a foreign place filled with some kind of magic. Listening to further instructions, Arata finally found his way to the place that God had told him about. On the pink sand surface it was just a cluster of rocks surrounding the water reservoir, but the moment Arata came closer, he noticed that the concavity was filled with a dark purple liquid. It looked kinda dangerous, but there was no time to ponder what it was. He took off his black hoodie, wearing nothing but his pants and boots, and stood on one of the rocks directly above the purple liquid. The man closed his eyes, and a moment later a strong blow of wind pushed him away, and Arata plunged into the darkness of purple. His body was relaxed and like a corpse he was falling deeper into the water after he fell. However, Arata did not care that the fluid was slowly filling his lungs, he was already in a different world.

When he opened his eyes, he knew he wasn't in the same place anymore. He was surrounded by a white empty space that seemed to be endless. Arata was looking around until he saw a small dot in the distance. When he got closer, it turned out that it was a five-year-old child, but it was not someone random. It was him from his childhood times. Although, it was only a symbol of the most innocent and sincere part of his subconsciousness. That's where Arata was. In his own head, trying to find the answer to whether his recent actions are consistent with who he is. They both looked at each other strangely at first, but the older Arata ducked to be face to face with the younger version of himself. He did not even have time to say anything, because the child spoke completely unexpectedly. More interestingly, the little boy didn't ask about the situations, but got to the heart of the matter.*

"You think you betrayed Jeff? I thought you were friends after all."

*There was an interest on the boy's face as he waited for a response. Older Arata, on the other hand, knew that he did not have to hold back what he was really thinking. After all, he was talking to himself.*

"Did I betray, Jeff? I would never say it happened. After all, I told him what I thought about my future in Frontline before The Black Sun and I took over the Kingdom that night. Still, they labeled me a traitor, because every hero must have a villain within reach. Especially when we talk about someone, who cannot live without feeling that he is the best that could have happened in this world. This is what Jeff is. He always wants to be the hero everyone needs, even if he is doing more harm than those he is fighting with. Funnily enough, he finally got it now. All the quarrels within the faction caused by his poor leadership wasn't enough to reach this conclusion. The death of Kenny Drake did not help him understand it months ago. Even when one of his people rejected to be his cheap labor anymore, Jeff was still not able to open his eyes. So why now did he finally admit that it was all his fault? It is quite simple. Both his enemy and former ally shared the same opinion about this whole situation. With that Jeff lost all the posibbilities to escape from the truth and eventually had to accept, that all the misfortune that happened on Kingdom was the result of his stupid and selfish decisions. The thing is, even in the phase of acceptance, he is still not able to show some humility. I don't know if it's a matter of pride or one can of beer too much. The way he talks about Kenny or Frontline should really open the eyes of those who haven't seen who he is before. Simply put, Jeff never cared about Kingdom. Otherwise, he would not have been speaking with such disrespectful manner about all these bad events that he caused. Otherwise, he would not be ready for further destruction that would lead him nowhere other than to the grave. Havoc was right to show him this vision of the future, because Jeff would be in the coffin before we even reach the half of 2021. The thing is, he won't die like a hero, but like an idiot who never knows when to let go. I don't know if he will die by my hand or Havoc', but it's only a matter of time. There is nothing wrong with the will to fight, but you shouldn't confuse it with digging your own grave. Jeff doesn't understand the difference. Why? The fucking animalistic instinct brain washes him. I have repeated many times that he first does stupid shit and then thinks, disregarding the consequences, but at some point even that won’t be enough of a price to pay. Finally, he will have to pay for his mistakes with his own life. But is it worth it? I don't think the contest on who's got the bigger 'big dick energy' between him and Havoc is a reason to sacrifice his life. However, his existence holds not much value, so there is probably no need to hesitate with destiny being fulfilled, right? In fact, he signed his death certificate the moment he stopped cash in on Bull, and all I could do was shorten his torment. I could have reached for the final strike. I should have done it when he burst into my dojo with a gun and started turning that place into a bloody ruin. Contrary to what he claims, I had every possibility to make that piece of meat in his chest stop beating in less than a second, but that would not be spectacular enough, right? After all, Jeff always wanted to be part of a big spectacle, so he deserves even his death to permeate under the light of the reflectors. Therefore, even without knowing that I will also be in the title picture, it was at Final Destination that he wanted to face Havoc. He knew it would end there. Not only would the war find its finish line, his life as well. He was aware Havoc would dominate him without much effort, but the scenario changed. The point is, even other circumstances will not stop this process, maybe delay it a bit, because I don't care about their high school drama. All I want is the OWA Championship, because it will be a symbol of a new era in which there will be no room for favoritism. Havoc may argue that he cares about equality as well, but like Jeff, he is too focused on their personal bloodshed. The bloodshed, which in some way I am not a part of, because I was never meant to be there. The thing is, I think these two are forgetting that if they get too distracted with each other, they will open the door to my success. So since what I did on Kingdom was considered a betrayal. I don't want to know how all of them will call what I am going to do at FD. Especially since I couldn't stab him in the back more than by stealing his chance at the OWA Belt, after his five minute reign."

"Have you ever wondered if it would be better to wait until they deal with it themselves and then try to get your chance?"

*The man laughed and shook his head disapprovingly before responding.*

"I've always realized that I would be an unwanted addition to their war, but this is not the first time that I am in the place they don't want me. However, their feelings don't matter in the least. I'm not participating in all of this to make Jeff and Havoc feel comfortable. I didn't force them to put me there to be some emotional support for them. From the beginning it was about my well-being and our mission, so I think I can deal with this feeling of "rejection" from their side. They both may think that they will steal the whole show, while I'm only interested in the belt that's been for too long around the waist of this manipulator. Havoc should finally understand where his place is and Raijin will help me with that. He knows best what the weak points of this little rebel are. He knows how to defeat him, because he has had to fix his bullshit many times. That's why, what used to be dangerous and unpredictable while looking at Havoc doesn't seem like a problem at this point. I couldn't feel more relaxed when it comes to this match, because even without Raijin as my companion, I am the strongest link. That's one of the reasons they both don't want me here. From the beginning, it was not only their sick relationship that was the reason why they wanted some kind of privacy in their match, but also the fact that both of them are afraid that even if they win their war, they will lose that evening anyway. Well, they actually will, because they won't be able to move me from there without this belt, even though I would have to kill the whole roster. I never thought that these drastic thoughts would appear in my head, and most of all, that I would not feel any remorse. Does that make me a bad person? After all, I just want to fight for a better future for myself, my children and my people. It's not my fault nobody was listening, when I was trying otherwise. It's not my fault everyone was prejudiced against me, because I'm a foreigner. It's not even that I'm xenophobic. Havoc is wrong to say this about me. After all, I've been collaborating with Frontline for so long. I was trying to help them fix everything. Until it stopped paying off, because I could see that I was getting nothing in the return for my effort. In fact, I felt that I was even more used, so it's probably obvious that I went my way. In the end, I became united with people and others who have the same goals as me...who respect me. Does the willingness to be treated the way I deserve really make me some pure evil?"

*Arata sighed heavily and ran his fingers through the blond strands of hair.*

"Perhaps my recent moves to achieve what I want have been controversial and have resulted in a different outcome than the respect for having dared to stand up to injustice. Their reaction shows how much they don't understand shit. So Jeff is somewhat right. I'm like a martyr, because I have to deal with the ignorance of people like him. Of course, I was always realizing that he doesn't see the problem the way I do, because it doesn't concern him. He is one of Scott Oasis' favorite toys, so he has never felt the pain of being rejected because of the privileges of others. Privileges are exactly what makes Jeff stay so high on the card. I know he has a vision in his head, that he is good enough to achieve it without anyone's help, but if it weren't for the boss's lovely attitude, he wouldn't be screaming today that it's his brand. It wasn't and it will never be his brand, because how can you entrust the role of a leader to a guy who could not even lead a faction composed of several people? Not a big deal, not everyone has the right mindset to be in such a position. It's a shame Jeff hadn't noticed it yet, but he was never especially smart. Well, it looks like I'll have to tell him this so many times until he finally gets it. I don't even want to be malicious about this. I just want to protect him from his own ego, which is destroying him. His case is already bad as fuck. He already thinks that he deserves to be ahead of everyone without putting enough effort, even if he wasted every chance he had this season. It is so scary to think where his ego will lead him if I don't stop him. So tell me. Am I a bad person trying to save my friend from himself?"

"Do you think you are a bad person?"

"Am I bad? Maybe I'm not perfect, but I wouldn't call myself evil. The industry has seen many worse people, but at this point everyone forgot about it, because Arata doesn't want to submit to a stupid American who is also ungrateful. I was never a deadweight for Frontline, I was the reason that this faction was alive for so long. If I couldn't help, we would have lost more than one person during the Great War, but of course Jeff talks stupid things out of aggression. Same goes for Havoc. They both try to undermine my credibilty as if they were some fucking miracles. Surprise, they are not. While Havoc still has some achievements to brag with, Jeff doesn't know the world outside of OWA. As I think about it. It is even more sad that the greatest achievement of his career lasted as long as nothing. I guess Presley could relate to the last part. Coming back to what I was saying, this actually describes Jeff's phenomenon really well. He's a nice addition for a while, but in the long run, everyone wants something more. Everyone wants someone like me, so if those two idiots think that their ridiculous war is able to overshadow me, with this kind of mentality they have lost a long time ago.”

"I never thought that I would have to be in this position, but if the easiest solution to help other good people is by being a bad one, let's say I am evil incarnate. At this point, I do not regret what I have done and I do not think it will change in the future, because I have already crossed the line. At this stage, there is no turning back and the only thing that matters is reaching the final point of the mission we have with Raijin. Starting with the OWA Championship and introducing the changes that the company has been waiting for a long time."

*After these words, the younger version of Arata comes closer to him. The boy puts a little hand on his forehead and the surprised man looks at his face. He had expected the baby to be scared after all the awful things he said, but the kid was smiling. After a short while the child broke the silence with his last words."

"Arata. You are ready to reach your final destination."

*At this point, the Japanese man emerged vigorously from the dark purple liquid, trying to panically catch his breath. When he did it, while still in the reservoir, he began rubbing his face and hair, trying to understand what had happened. Finally, he realized what that experience was supposed to lead to. Namely, to discover his true intentions towards OWA. Now he was sure that the vision of change alongside Raijin was the only right decision that could be made there.*

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

Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 8:15 pm by **DE'MARION.**

Monday, March 29th
Inglewood, California
3:53PM PST

(It is a typically sunny California afternoon, full of vibrancy and culture…..that is, on one side of the state. The picture perfect, movie-esque setting begins to gradually shift as we pan further and further to the west side. What was warm and welcoming now gives way to the cold and uninviting. As we go further and further into downtown Inglewood, we see a constantly worsening visual of abandoned properties with barred up windows and peeling paint, old rusty cars sitting in the driveway, scratched up bus stops and disadvantaged citizens with nothing to lose, all of this getting spiced up with the occasional rundown gas station or afternoon strip club. This in-depth look into this neighborhood’s everyday is captured through the perspective of the passenger side of a sleek red 2021 Corvette; the eyes being that of our OWA Women's Champion. Llorona is sitting in her seat, looking out the window in a reclined position while having a reflective look on her face. Driving her around town is Papichulo of the New York Goons with El Cabron and Benito sitting behind them.)

Llorona: Now this is my type of neighborhood. It’s been too long since we’ve been around these parts.

Papichulo: I don't get why you want to keep coming back to areas like this. The point of being a champion was escaping this shit. There’s so many good parts of Cali, shit, so many places we can go in Inglewood besides this death trap location.

Llorona: Hang on now. Why would I go and forget about places like this? I’m Champion now, yeah, but that doesn’t mean I just ignore where I came from. It’s environments like these that allowed me to get to this high. It’s what has us ALL in this position. Think about that. I’m main eventing Final Destination Three. I have literally hit the pinnacle of professional wrestling. I am being propped up at the grandest stage of them all and in just a matter of days will be stepping out on the stage in that SoFi Stadium in front of ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND PEOPLE. Biggest crowd in OWA history, title belt around my waist, fireworks going off, lights shining bright, all of the special bells and whistles going off to welcome me to the ring for Odyssey’s most important match to date. Picture you three up in the skybox, watching in the VIP lounge like celebrities while your friend retains in front of millions of viewers at home. Rewind a few years ago and we were a bunch of hustlers in Sonora moving work and fighting every day to live even somewhat comfortable. We were living lives that had us questioning if we’d wake up in the morning and for what….only a tenth of what we’re seeing today. Where did our shift in good fortunes begin? When we packed up everything, moved our operations and got set up here in California. You guys remember that? What it was like?

Benito: I remember it just like yesterday!

Llorona: Same here, Benny. We went from dons in the streets to just a bunch of criminals, migrating into another place with practically nothing to our names. From having whole country on lock to throwing it all away and having to start all over again. We were nobodies. We could have fell into obscurity, become just another “family” of regular people walking around through the day discontent with the mediocrity they’re living in. The triumph of our rags to riches story in Mexico would have amounted to a cramped ass apartment and a bland, “safe” day job working with a couple of suit wearing gringos. Being forced out to America could have been the end of us. But it wasn’t. We made this our second homebase and turned our change in surroundings into another come up. And how did we do that? Through getting our names out here in the gutter part of California.

These low life scum motherfuckers are who EMBRACED us. When it comes to these gangs, reputations find a way of preceding you. They recognized the real. They saw that we were coming here with a purpose and paid respect to that. Showed us love when we were still building. Put us on whenever someone was needed to do dirt. While OWA was acting like I was some up and comer who needed to pay dues and beg for scraps, who was bigging up the legend of Llorona? Who had me marked down at the top of the totem pole where I belonged? I’ll tell ya. Avenue Piru. Center Park Bloods. Centinela. Crenshaw Mafia. Universal reverence. Before I even made a DIME from wrestling, what kept us above water? Where did I get my first fights in America? In the fields, in the clubs, working the underground in front of crowds of blood thirsty LA hoods. I’ve spilled blood in this community. I’ve broken bones in front of these people. I’ve damn near taken lives at the behest of the town. Those street fighting days not only raised my profile, but showed me that I could stack money without the need for organizations, extra bodies or any middle men at all. All I needed was my two hands….and nobody would be able to stop me from getting my payday. Benito remembers when we first got here, but Papichulo, Cabron...you remember 2018? When you two left me for New York to go be goons for some cornball stoner since you thought what I was up to wouldn’t work out…

Papichulo: It wasn’t like that, Nicole --

Llorona: Oh, it was. Yall had no faith in me. Same type of doubt these fucking bozos in the Odyssey locker room used to cast upon me until I got my hands on the gold. You thought I was just pushing a boulder up an impossible hill…..little did you know I’d manage to get it over. I’m sure you can hear that ringing of your cell phone clear as day. Looking at my name and pressing answer….hearing my voice when you heard that I would be on television. A million dollar contract with OWA, and where did that all start? Right here: Inglewood. This very block. A street fight right on the corner with about twenty, thirty people circled around watching. Someone put their camera up to film as I took the meanest girl in the area and knocked her teeth out in one swing. The clip hits the internet and it goes viral everywhere.Everyone was trying to ID who I was and what I was about. And everyone from around the way was trying to get at me, including some of the best in combat sports. I like to repeat what the wrestling trainer said to me when we had our meeting: “If you put that type of energy and raw power into a disciplined sport you’d be top five in no time”. That was three years ago, ese. And since then every door white America wanted to lock me out of has been kicked open one by one with no effort. I made my wrestling debut in LA Pro and turned crumpled up hundreds being bet on me to thousand dollar paychecks with sold out venues. Gave them their best houses EVER. I take that and I further my reach in the scene by working with Lethal Angels of Wrestling. Then I journey across the country and catapult myself all of the way to OWA. I achieved the American Dream with all of the odds stacked against me. I pulled off the feat that executives love to lie and move the goal post for and that is GRAB the brass ring; I proved that shit wasn’t a myth despite the fact management would have liked for it to turn out that way. Coming around these parts, finding like minded gangsters like us and building a movement here…..that is what brought me to the OWA World Championship. That is what took me from someone who could be written off as “big in their city” and allowed me to stomp my foot on the ground and claim myself as international, bitch.

(Llorona and the crew continue to drive through Inglewood, passing Randy’s Donuts as we see two men smoking next to the building beside it. They see Llorona in the passenger and gesture to one another, One of the men steps up and approaches, Llorona nods as she gets a good look at the two of them, street disciples Babyface Savage and Big Frank.)

Babyface Savage: Well, well, Llorona. You don’t usually drive around here these days. It’s usually just straight to the fancy arenas, probably in some shined up limo. But I guess you’re switching it up for Final Destination week. You’re out and about in a brand new whip. I gotta ask though, how come you checking in with the OGs?

Big Frank: Ease up. She’s straight, there’s no need for her to check in. Llorona will always be certified around these parts. Besides, she’s repping us well --

(Frank motions to the dashboard as Llorona’s OWA World Championship is sitting pretty.)

Big Frank: That’s what I like to see. Do us proud out there in the SoFi Stadium. We’ll be watching from home.

Llorona: Of course.

(Llorona daps up Frank and ends up getting a nod of respect from Babyface. The much older Big Frank taps the top of the corvette, letting them know they can move off as Papichulo drives off.)

Llorona: You see that there? That’s the reason why we can drive around a slum like this in a hundred thousand dollar car without being worried. These are MY people. I’m indebted to these folks. Shit was popping when I got to come back to Mexico but this is like a second homecoming. So many people who watched me rise up are going to be in that building wanting to see me bust two more fools’ heads open for old times sake. That’s why this upcoming match is a MUST WIN. There is so much weighing on me for this bout. My reputation in Mexico is on the line - god knows how weak they’ll think I am if I drop my belt on my first event; they’ll probably say I’m slipping. My wrestling career started in California, I am a talent that was produced here, not just by these carny promoters, but by the people who bust their asses and actually pay tickets to support. I have the type of investment from the public to where kids will be rushing home to tune in, where the shop owners will be closing up early so they can see the PPV…..where the cholos will probably be hard at work wiring the Xfinity from someone else’s home so they can steal a stream for Final Destination. Point is that there is an image of me that needs to be upheld here that would be shattered if I take the loss here in front of their eyes. It would be like I spit in their face after they’ve been so good to me. Dashed their efforts with my own failure. I wouldn’t even want to show my face here again if I couldn’t come through when I had all of those people counting on me.

El Cabron: I feel you, Nicole. But I think win or lose these people are rocking with you either way. You’re an outlier. The statistics said you shouldn’t have even made it this far. Be it Mexico or the hoods in Cali, the fact that you’ve gotten to this place is a W for everyone. We made it!

Llorona: That’s the other factor. Even if they forgive it, I won’t forgive myself. A year and a half in OWA toiling away, constantly getting screwed over and overlooked. Being passed on and disrespected so much that I even questioned MYSELF. Doing my damnest every show and not even getting an acknowledgement from most pundits, having everyone and their mother rush to their keyboard to count me out when I’m put against one of their favorites. It was almost one hundred percent in April’s favor when I finally scratched and clawed to get the singles title shot that was painted as a privilege I shouldn’t have even gotten. I overcame all of that. Shocked the world and got to give every single one of the OWA faithful a giant middle finger by proving myself right. I let them know that I was a star that wasn’t going to be suppressed any longer. I put their pillars in the dirt and planted a monument to my greatness in their place! I hit a high that I was being dragged away from touching on a constant basis. This belt is my payback to the business that didn’t want me. My punch to the gut to every sorry piece of shit who wanted to act like I wasn’t even relevant to the industry. I have to FORCE these people to respect me, and the only way I can keep having my skills appreciated is by having a stranglehold on this title. Imagine...all of that struggle to even have my name uttered in a muddled list of ten or twelve headliners…to even get a “good job” from some of these mouth breathers….and then it all comes crashing down not even two months after I enjoy the fruits of my labor. And to who? Diantha Rosso? Jonetta Stone? Not a fucking chance in hell.

(A car next to them honks loudly to get their attention. Llorona looks to the side and sees someone lowering their window to wave at her.)

Driver: LLOROONNNNAAAAAAAAA!!!! KICK ASS THIS WEEKEND!

(Llorona smiles and salutes the excited fan.)

Llorona: You know it.

(Llorona looks back to Papichulo.)

Llorona: I can’t have this feeling taken away from me by either of those girls. After the trials and tribulations, the losses of family and friends, everything that culminated in this world title run -- I DESERVE the hero’s treatment at Final Destination Three. Not Diantha. Not Jonetta. I have ALWAYS been better than Diantha Rosso, no matter how much the fans have clamored for her to be christened as next up in the Women’s division. How many times has the wrestling world practically bent over backwards so that Diantha could walk into the position of Odyssey leading lady and she FUMBLED not even seconds after being handed the ball? Diantha Rosso has been a main event rep for Odyssey on EVERY SINGLE Pay-Per-View and besides that lightning in a bottle moment at The Clash….each one of those appearances can be clipped together in the book of Diantha’s choke artist performances. Hardcore Havoc, the night where Diantha hit her MASSIVE breakthrough coming off of her run as one of Odyssey’s originals. She was someone who had always been there but never obtained the big prize. The Promethean Chamber was her night if this were a fairy tale ending, but in actuality it was far from it. Even in her moment of glory I’d say there was an asterisk. Not even talking about what happened immediately after the match, but during it. You all saw how I beat her ass! I killed the rest of the competition to get to that final two and when it was just me her, Diantha got used as a platform for me to showcase my legitimacy. I had her on the ground bleeding out, desperately looking around for anything to save her. I was choking the LIFE out of her as those cameras were zooming in on eyes full of terror, eyes that were FADING because I was seconds away from crushing her girlhood dream. It took a STABBING to get my hands off of her and after that she had to scurry up high to the top of the pod where I couldn’t even touch her to get some reprieve and SLIP away with the victory. We know how that turned out for her though. She couldn’t handle me at the end of the day. She WASN’T a winner. If she truly was she wouldn’t have been left as food to the next woman. I blessed Eris with her world title run, and when Diantha “avenged” that heartbreaking loss at GameOver to have another comeback story….she fumbled again against Niki Khan, a woman who was only THREE MATCHES deep into her OWA career. Sonned by a woman who was a stay at home mom not even a month beforehand; get the fuck out of here. And she follows that up by more or less submitting to the girl and being her docile stablemate to get sonned by me and the rest of The Demo Corps on Pay-Per-View. Diantha got exposed and buried in the dirt back in December, I don’t know how anyone can back her to get a third world title run when she’s displayed twice now she lacks the capabilities to sustain those responsibilities, let alone be a competent main event woman period.

As for Jonetta Stone, I’ve given her her due plenty of times before. I don’t work with just anyone. We allied together in the Demo Corps because I viewed her as a valid threat, someone who definitely deserved more shine than the overused hags like Dulce, Natalie and especially Carlos’ little sister. I thought she was a priss who doesn’t like to get her hands dirty but she showed me the opposite. When called upon CAN go the distance. She’s willing to brawl with the best of them to get what she wants. I entered OWA viewing Odyssey as a locker room in dire straits, falling victim to poor influences that came with having a bunch of girl scouts and delusional assholes at the top. A brand ran by a broken system which bred talent that didn’t know how to take what they wanted and existed for complacency. In the land of combat sports I thought that whole roster was unworthy, a far cry from anything I could do in that ring. To a degree, Jonetta changed that view. My rivalry with her is something I’ll ever be able to avoid throughout my career. Our run ins with one another have always been wild and bloody. To date I don’t think I’ve been tested quite like the way she’s tested me. She’s crafty, she hits hard, she’ll keep coming at you every time you knock her down. I don’t know what they put in the water in Canada or the type of drugs they’re feeding the hockey teams, but Jonetta has something in her, a level of rawness, that isn’t taught anymore in North America.

If anyone deserved to be my 1B in this Final Destination main event, fuck it, I’ll give it to her. Next to me, she’s the toughest girl on this roster. But that’s as far it goes. She gets placed NEXT to me; working as my second. You see, Jonetta can make me sweat and she’ll definitely put me through a great fight, but straight up she can’t beat me. The World Championship is meant to be for the very BEST in the business and while Jonetta can be considered for the conversation, she isn’t the answer to the question. I am and will continue to be until the day I get bored and give it up to someone else. The record books might have Jonetta coming out ahead but anyone with two eyes can give you the truth of the matter. I outplaced her at the start of the season, had her rolling out of that Chamber barely able to stand. And in Mexico -- ohhh, my blood is boiling from that. I have to give her some get-back for what happened there. Jonetta knows that at Boiling Point last year I defeated her dead to rights. She knows I could have had her pinned for the one, the two, three….COUNT TO A HUNDRED EVEN. But a referee KO and one use of a chair later she weasled her way to the Athena’s Cup. Her greatest achievement in OWA and it was born from circumventing having to ACTUALLY beat me. What does that say about her odds when something far greater is on the line and there’s no way to surprise me with any tricks? Try as she may, the outcome will end with her getting PUMMELED. She lucked out keeping me close for as long as she did. I was someone who could be weaponized AGAINST her enemies, and while I made the path to the World title clear for myself, I also made it easier for her to call her shot. Perfect setup for her. What’s going to bite her in the ass is the fact her last obstacle to what she’s sought after her whole career is the one person she could never properly run through. There won’t be any pivoting to the side or sneaking on by, if she wants to get this world title she’s going to have to outdo me in an actual FIGHT. And when it comes to scenarios like these, where I have my people watching and my livelihood at stake, I don’t get beaten.

Jonetta is the closest thing I have to what would be an equal. That’s a compliment to her but it’s also her worst nightmare. That doesn’t spell good things for her well being. I’m a boss, I don’t do anything besides undisputed HEAD of the table. That means I have to roll her up and turn her into a pack in front of everybody; turn all of the narratives against me to DUST. I’m going to relish in it too. Skill aside, Jonetta’s a smug pain in the ass. It’s bad enough I had her holding that hollow victory over my head. To have to walk around for an eternity knowing she put my reign to an end? To watch her brag on that EVERY Odyssey? I’d rather die. I have too much pride to allow her to be champion, especially when it’d be her getting one over on me in my stomping grounds a SECOND TIME. I’d say fate is what set this up. This is me REDEEMING Boiling Point. This is me doing what I was meant to do that night! That Athena’s Cup tournament was meant to symbolize so much for me, I pushed myself more than ever to be in that finals. But with Diantha and Jonetta, I can finally make up for it and teach the lesson I was hoping for. Final Destination will be about disregarding the phony, manufactured faces of Odyssey that our company churns out, and picking apart any opposition to CEMENT MYSELF at the throne. This weekend I push ahead of everyone in the league and give the media the information that my people have known from the beginning….that I am not to be fucked with. That where I come from produces monsters that eat these superstars of suburbia alive. I won’t be defeated. I’m fighting for my upbringing. My family. For you guys. For myself. For the filthy. And that purpose is stronger than any vanity or fan created motivation that has brought either of my opponents to the dance.

(Llorona hangs her head out of the window, pointing for Papichulo to make a turn.)

Llorona: Keep on driving, ese, I’ll show you where we’re going to set up the after party this week.

Papichulo: Bet. I’m starting to fall in love with this place all over again.

Benito: It feels good to be back in the trap.

Llorona: ...Say that again and we’ll throw you out of the car.

(Llorona’s squad turns left and drives down another block, passing a graffiti covered wall. While there is your everyday vandalism and basic immature phrases written out like “Coonlos”, “Free Jeff”, “Tina Sosa” and “Jay eats booty”, what seems to take up a large part of the space is a mural dedicated to Llorona, showing her throwing up the set with a bandana covering her face. We focus in on it, showing off the details of blood, barbed wire and signatures of fellow gang members that surround it. We slowly pan away, and then finally fade out from the scene.)

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

Nakita DuBov March 31st 2021, 7:43 pm by **HellFighterINC**

Nakita DuBov

Final Destination 3 Promo #2

“Brock Lesner ain’t got shit on me”

(Fade In)

(The scene opens on “The Fem Phenom” Nakita DuBov, and her advocate Kevin Edward LeBrock standing in front of OWA Final Destination 3 backdrop as the pay-per-view spectacle event draws ever-so-closer and closer to eager and anticipated show date where titles will be won and lost, moments will be seized, and immortals will rise high and bright as season three draws to a close and The Green-Eyed Devil patiently awaits to take part in the first ever Bob Games where seventeen Alphas and Goddesses will take part in an event extravaganza that could quite possibly change the entire course of the OWA going forward.)

Nakita DuBov: “Final Destination 3. This is my first time taking part in this event and I will do whatever it takes to seize my moment when I set foot in the Bob Games and take part against sixteen Alphas and Goddesses and seal my path of dominance in the echoes of OWA history. When the dust has settled and the mayhem and unbridled untold slaughtered has cleared, I will be the only one still standing and the carnage that I bring into this match will cast such a shadow that eclipse what any other legend has ever done in the OWA before or since. My era of decimation will lay utter waste to all those whom cross my path and they will lay motionless littered at my feet. Do I fear any of them? Fuck no I do not regardless of what accolades that they have claimed prior to joining the OWA, their shit does not matter anymore. All that matters is how they will stand against ‘The Baddest Bitch on the Fucking Planet’, and the only thing that they will have worry about is whether or not they can discharged from the hospital long enough to catch my after party celebration. I am bigger, faster, stronger, and the most all around naturally athletic Alpha in the entire OWA. I am better than any so-called goddess on the roster and I am just as if not exactly that to any male in this match. You don't have but two things right now Jack, and Jack is getting the fuck out of dodge after laying his eyes at my genetic perfection. And yet, there are still those that choose not to acknowledge me and they will be in for a very big awakening when I run right through them like a piñata, and candy that makes me dandy will rain down like confetti. You all can't see from you ass to your elbow."

“First off, let me address my favorite rival whooping girl, Devi Krysis, now you and I have more than had quite the rivalry going on, and even though I have been victorious against you and Final Destination 3, in these Bob Games, I will continue forth my dominance against you, I like to think that have gotten a firm handle on you and even though I do take so much pleasure in running rough shod on your skinny ass, I never grow tired of doing that. Anytime you step up against me, I will never grow tired of beating you down. You can fight me anytime, anyplace, anywhere from now until Armageddon. I will own you, and I will always own you, but despite all that, please do not think that I do not respect because I do, I really do. Like I said, I believe that I have a firm handle on you and gotten to know you pretty damn well and out of all of the times that we have faced one another, I believe that Final Destination 3, we have finally seen a true glimpse into the real Devi Krysis is. The others may not see it, but I do. I saw your passion, your intensity, your grit, your resolve, but that’s just it. You do have a nasty habit of starting strong and then somehow coming up short. Now I do believe that time will come when you will finally get your time to shine. Unfortunately, you’re not going to do it while the mountain that is Nakita DuBov is right in front of you. I’m your unconquerable mountain. I’m your fabled unicorn that you are unable to catch. Out of all of those whom you will defeat, you can and will never take me. I am going to bring you down at Final Destination 3. I say this with respect, but I say it while these green eyes burn through your television set and burrow all the way to you soul. This bad ass bitch is going to crush you. Sorry, but I am so not sorry. What was that you called me? Oh yeah, ‘the female Brock Lesner’. Well I’ve got news for you and for everyone else in this match and to everybody in the entire OWA…

BROCK LESNER AIN’T GOT SHIT ON ME!”

“It is funny Devi, how despite your sudden grasp onto something that has long since alluded you and that is a personality, and I have said that you are showing your intensity and that grit that we have all needed to see in you, and yet you are on the verge of gaining a manager, advocate, live in lover, whatever the hell this Damien is, and this almost feels like that you trying to become a Nakita DuBov bootleg hoping that he can help enhance on all of your strengths and hide all of your weaknesses. So I got to ask Devi, who’s going all Brock Lesner? Word to the wise girl, you never go full Lesner.”

“Now moving, let us talk about one Myojin, and even though once again you have done what many of the other fools in this have done and disregarded me from your promos. One thing that I have to do is thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you so much for saying what I pretty much have been saying to Daisy Thrash and that is telling Miss ‘Pain in her Neck’ to SHUT THE FUCK UP! I'm not going to lie Myojin that put a huge smile on my face. I swear Myojin, if I wasn’t married, I would so take a steel strap-on, and fuck you in your sweet virgin ass, still despite all that it really does seem like that, I cannot help but think that you are doing what every other fool in this match is doing and is not addressing the clear dominating favorite that is going carve through all of you and win this entire match. Now I do not know what awaits for me at the end of my rainbow but I have no doubt it has to be big, but running and gunning through the likes of you will be the ultimate pleasure with whatever this mystery prize will be the cherry on the top of this sundae. I’m going to take so much pleasure in gutting you much like I did to Liz Karlson on Odyssey last week.”

LeBrock: “Allow me Nakita, your advocate to rightfully interject and chime in on this next one. Now to the dirt sheets and internet nerds living in their parents’ basement that think that the likes of Savannah Sonshine, Jacob Senn, and Elijah Hampton, and Kenneth Ishikari, are going to swoop right into the Bob Games and come away with this huge momentous win. Allow me to draw your attention to exhibits A, B, C, D, and all the way through the alphabet to Z. Savannah has gone on and on about rebirths all while verbally licking clits with Daisy Thrash and showing her intense girl wood for crippled hardcore icon living on borrowed time, but all of you are failing to see the forthright, outright, downright threat in front of you that is ‘The Wildfire from Phoenix’ that is Nakita DuBov. This woman is a supernatural phenomenon that is on another plain of existence kind of awesome and all of you need to wise up really quick and really fast because my client Nakita DuBov is going to grind all of your asses into puppy chow. Azurine Vebbins and Kimberly Chase have seen and even though they don’t want to admit it, they cannot deny the uncontrolled force of nature that is my client. She is walking, talking physical incarnation of swift retribution coming your way and there is nothing that any of you piss ants can do that will slow down let alone stop her. Final Destination 3 and the Bob Games belong to Nakita DuBov, and the OWA shall soon follow.”

(Fade out)

Matsuda, Devi Krysis and Alyssa Grace have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 7:28 pm by **Jacob Senn**

When change is on the horizon, there is no doubt that resistance would take hold. Resistance of stubborn individuals that don’t have the vision and perception to see into the grand future The Dynasty intends to build for this industry, not only this company but only can reflect within their own selfish desires and greed. For that’s what this new generation of talent has become instead of the honorable warriors to be able to showcase the alternative of professional wrestling and protect the professional wrestling freedom that is provided underneath this banner. Everyone instead is simply focused on paychecks, on glory, on tarnishing the respect that has been cultivated in this business through allowing undeserving champions to be crowned and lawlessness to be honored. The Dynasty seeks to change that way you have allowed this business to be enveloped in, revolutionize this company through the destruction of this path that allowed Bull Connors, Gareth Cason, The Derelict, and Nathan Fiora to be praised as champions to be proud of, and through the destruction, we ended to deliver onto this company we will erase the corruption of egotism to build a new foundation from the smoldering ashes. Resistance was inevitable to come across because of the sheer stubbornness that has been a constant trait among professional wrestlers, but resistance will be met with punishment for delaying what should be accepted by every single person that has decided to sign their name onto the dotted line of a contract to wrestle. A punishment that will be inflicted through the act of participating in our sport and for those of you that have decided to make your resistance to sweeping revolution set to take place in this company from the works of The Dynasty within this match or people who have decided to place doubts in the validity and authenticity of this crusade, it will be a punishment that will coax out the cries of anguish you shield from the world. The B.O.B. Games are no exception to this rule because even though I would have loved to have begun this massive event with a victory to my name against Michael Bishop, it reminded me that in war, there are learning experiences to be had through every battle. Bishop defeated me simply because I didn’t have my entire focus placed upon him and the match at Atlantis, my mind was worried about what I would be doing to make my way into Final Destination. Darkane was already set to claim his rightful place at the top of the mountain as the Omega Heavyweight Champion, Matt Miles had punched his ticket to making his ascension a reality with his entry into the Ascension to the Heavens ladder match, Teddy Mac and Big Naheem had secured their opportunity to be draped in gold with the OWA Tag Team Championships on their shoulder, but me? I had been left out and discarded from the thoughts of management for what I would be placed in when it came to Final Destination. An afterthought, an abandoned name in the roster that had been left without, an omission that they had assumed wouldn’t be worried about it, just as most in this match believe me to be simply some old man who should retire back to his home and never be seen from again. However, I wasn’t going to remain silent and let this travesty happen to where I would be left out of Final Destination while my brothers and everyone else gets the opportunity to have their moment in the spotlight. Whether it would be through dragging Aren Mstislav himself from the backstage and forcing him back into the ring myself or being what has happened now with me being placed in a gauntlet for the rich opportunity at the end that could bring forth the change that I seek to accomplish in this industry, I was determined to make sure that I would be included in Final Destination and that was what kept my head out of the game on Atlantis. So Michael Bishop, congratulations on getting your name to be praised for a mere moment, but don’t let that victory go to your head because the moment I get a rematch is when I correct that mistake. With that being said, I’ve gotten my match at Final Destination and I’m not distracted with any other matches to be thrown my way to throw a wrench into my plans, so to those who make comments about me underestimating those in this match? Don’t make me laugh.

It must frustrate each and every single one of you that is in this match, surely? Every one of you believed when you were presented with this opportunity that this would be the moment where you could break away from the pack of mediocrity and actually push your way to establish yourself as a figurehead in the world of wrestling. You believed that you could make history at Final Destination and make it where you wouldn’t be overlooked or taken as a parody of what a wrestler should be any longer, but then you heard I would be in this match, and that put a screeching halt to all the hopes and dreams you had for this. No longer is it simply about achieving that moment to transform you into a star among the audience and to be taken seriously, but it’s come to the point of being simply about pure survival and making out of this match unscathed. Not just unscathed from the torture and wrath that will be brought down upon you by yours truly because some of you aren’t too afraid of that, but those people are absolutely taken aback with dread when the potential of being thrown into the pit of obscurity to become forgotten about because of their own failures. This match transformed into the hope of not being left behind and out of the spotlight the moment I was announced to be in this match and the desperation I see in the eyes of each and every single one of you to be able to inch yourself ahead of someone like me, it gives me the passion I need to shatter that hope into pieces and what the dejection reveal itself in your eyes and face. None of you have shown anything to set you apart because every single one of you has returned to the old adage of underestimating you will not get someone like me to win this match, but the only thing I have to say is, what have any of you done to prove my estimations wrong? All I have seen any of you do is fail countlessly when the opportunity to grasp the richest trophies and prizes in this business has been staring you right in the face, so what am I supposed to make out of that? You can speak until you’re blue in the face about how much determination you have, how much passion you have for this sport, and how you’ve come too far not to walk out of this match with the victory to your name. Do you think I didn’t have that going through my mind when I was in Wrestleworld being reduced to a mere joke in constant failure in chasing for the Shogun Championship? Do you not think I had the same mentality all of you currently share in coming into this match with the fantastic opportunity presented before you when I was SSW Puroresu Heavyweight Champion only to have it stolen from me by a thief in the night who was regaled as a hero when everything was said and done? Do you not believe that I had believed that I came too far in my career for failure when I was presented with the Thunderdome opportunity or the chance at Clash of the Titans to reclaim the championship I made prestigious in this company to repair it from the tarnished state it has been left in only to be met with the bitter taste of defeat? I have been exactly where each and every single one of you has been and do you know what will set me apart from the rest of you inside of these games? Purpose. The Dynasty has a purpose that must be seen through no matter how we gain the opportunity. If the prize that awaits me at the end of this match can secure me the OWA World Championship or the Omega Heavyweight Championship should our chosen brother in Darkane suffer defeat through some sort of a miracle, then that purpose will be what pushes me to be triumphant with that prize and gain the opportunity to become champion once more for the influence The Dynasty needs to bring the transformation this business has needed for a long time.

What purpose will any of you serve for the greater good of professional wrestling if you were the one to attain this prize that awaits the conquering hero at the end of this match other than fulfilling the childhood dreams you have made for yourself? What will you have accomplished if you win other than letting your vanity be bolstered through glory and greed being placated to? None of you have a purpose beyond your own selfish desires and that is the corruption that The Dynasty is preparing to eradicate from this business when our influence has grown to the point where denial of our demands is not an option. Every person in The B.O.B. Games may have various different reasons for why they want to be the world champion, why they want to stand as the last person standing with the biggest opportunities clutched within their fingertips, but none of you have the purpose or mission worthy to oust mine. Greed, vanity, lust, are the things that bring forth the downfall of a business and it is what every single one of you has when you walk into this match because you want to be me. You want to be the legendary name that has been involved in the best matches of the past decade of wrestling, the figure of this sport that has won multiple world championships across every single promotion he has placed his boots in, and the person who has created a resume for themselves that deserved to be inducted with the Hall of Fame of the promotion he has carried upon his back atop the mountain of success and reverence. Every single one of you hopes to achieve what I achieved, but me? I’ve already conquered those mountains and a higher purpose calls to be that will transcend your feeble desires. Those desires that will be unable to push you past your own limits to reach those treasures you covet like a dragon bearing witness to the largest hoard they have ever known and unlike that, I will exceed the limitations of my body and mind through the purpose that has been placed upon my shoulders. Not only are these qualities that none of you have that you’ll need to surpass me in this match, but none have shown the true respect and reverence of this business that it deserves. If any one of you would be victorious and gain this prize to where it would cast a spotlight upon you to the point of challenging one of the three world championships in this company, even if you did succeed in your quest to claim one of those trophies, none of you would hold it with the tradition and would not be the champion this company needs for progress to reign. Those accolades and achievements that I have created throughout my career that has spanned over a decade, everything that I have done to establish the foundation of prestige and tradition to be respected throughout generations, has done what none of you could possibly hope to achieve in proving to be one of the greatest wrestlers alive in this sport today. OWA was established as being the wrestling alternative to the promotions that would cast out those who had a differing opinion that the order that was placed at the top of the world. OWA was created with the mentality of the wrestling innovators to be showcased as the best talent on this roster instead of those that meander through the locker room with deception and corruption to gain them their trophies. OWA was founded on the idea of professional wrestling freedom being part of its core value to make sure that the stars of tomorrow could rise through the ranks with prestige and honor attached to their names, not disdain and infamy for the acts they have created to get there. These are the values The Dynasty will return to this company and that has been forgotten about by the current generation of talent that hopes to find their own glory and acclaim through the wrestling industry and these will serve as the pillars for why all of you will fail at The B.O.B. Games.

Each of you might believe that this moment will belong to you, Final Destination will be the stepping stone on your pursuit of glory, but it will not be that. It will merely be the night where you become victimized and conquered by The Fabled Conqueror himself. Devi Krysis has decided to dishonor herself with nothing more than creating this manufactured sob story for her people to feel pity upon her but instead allows herself to lose the respect of the people and lack the respect to follow in the footsteps of someone she respects in Stark. Azurine Vebbins? If you believe that this is the person that is going to be presented as the person who will usurp me as the one to walk out of this match with how vanilla, predictable, and outright mediocre they are, you’ve got another thing coming. I barely know who this person is and after looking at who she was, I wish I didn’t waste my time as she’s one of the many in this match that nearly deterred me from the match in the first place and call Scott Oasis one of the dumbest decision makers for attempting such a thing. Speaking of predictable though, what about Elijah Hampton? The only thing he could muster as a reason for why I shouldn’t be leaving The B.O.B. Games like the one with the rich prize in my corner is simply because I’m a wrestler from an apparent bygone era whose too old to see his days are numbered, he’s definitely not someone to stress about in this match. If Elijah Hampton gives me this sort of vibe, then you know Shea Flaherty wouldn’t be too far behind because these two are inseparable from one another. There’s no doubt these two are probably going to do whatever they can to make sure they get what they want from this match as friends, but watching these two as if the paint dries in front of me, their actions show why they don’t possess the necessary qualities to be at the premier position of this business. Samuel Ogden would be someone that at first glance could be someone that might fit the bill, but then you look at his record and how much of a failure he has been throughout his entire career, and you come to the realization that his mediocrity fouls the entire barrel of fish and he needs to be dumped back out into the ocean of irrelevancy. Nakita Dubov isn’t even close to having the qualities either because her vanity was hurt. After all, I decided she wasn’t worth my time and now since she decided to say something, I’ll call you out directly to let you know that you’re not worth my time, bitch. So, just keep my name out of your mouth because the only thing rising when this match is done is your level of desperation when you see everything you wanted from this match being handed to me. Kimberly Chase? Audrey S. Atlas? Does anyone believe these two are actually someone you want to bank on being the last person standing since they seem to be more like probably one of the first to go since they seem to be mere rookies walking around here without anything of merit? Ramsses? The dude with the botched Pharoah name? He isn’t even CLOSE to comparing! Daisy Thrash is another one of these bold women who believe their opinion always has to matter because they have some spotlight on television, but truly? No gives a fuck about what this bitch has to say because she hasn’t done a damn thing in her career worth mentioning except waste other people’s time. Jacob Knight? A shame to the name that he carries because I’m disgusted to not only just share a ring with him, but share the first name to a man who has been synonymous with failure since the moment he entered OWA. These aren’t even the heavy hitters in this match that everyone is predicting anyway, right? These are just the card-fillers Scott Oasis decided he wanted to toss in there at a moment’s notice because he felt that it would make the match feel like ANYBODY could win and trust me, they sure did throw anybody and everybody they could get their hands on to participate in this one. If there is anyone that you could ever hope to compare against me that you would believe has a chance, it would be the final five people that I’ve yet to even speak on and even then, they simply can’t even hope to reach the heights that I’ve conquered to even compete with me.

These people are what we need to shine the spotlight on as those people that shouldn’t even remotely be entertained as the future of this promotion. Placing hope into the heart of these people that they can hope to achieve the level of success that I had captured, it’s a cruel thing to do to them because it is something they don't know anything about being able to attain. Kenneth Ishikari? This man was a blip on the radar that I actually had the opportunity to stand across the ring with and if any of you bet money that he would outlast me in this match, you need to go get a refund now or ask them to change your bet to me because trust me in this. This child was a disappointment the moment I stepped foot against him in Wrestleworld and he remains a disappointment standing across from him right now to the point where him just being involved in this match seems like a slap in the face, but as I said before, Scott just let anyone in this match it seemed. Don’t believe me? How about this guy who should be called the old geezer of wrestling instead of me, Solomon Caine? The guy has been around even before Moses parted The Red Sea and you’re here to tell me that he has the potential to have a life-changing opportunity in this match? There are people out there who actually believe he has a chance in this match? The guy was in the land of elite as a failure, the man was all over the wrestling circuit as a failure, and at Final Destination, he’ll do what he’s most famous for once again: fail. One of the last people that I’m here to mention is another man who has my own name attached to his but fails to understand why he’s a second-rate carny who shouldn’t even hope to reach what I’ve done, Jacob Steele. This man has been whored out in wrestling more than a Thailand hooker and out of all the promotions he’s jumped around on like a frog bouncing on lilypads, he still remains nothing more than a filthy toad that needs to be cast out into the rapids. Not once have I seen this man become a true world champion that a company should base their morals upon, not once has he been the person that you need to place the entire stake of the industry on his shoulders, and he will never be that person because all he does is craft his own wrestling worlds to stroke his ego and fragile vanity with a smile on his face. MYOJIN is probably the only person in this business who has some sort of success attached to his name, but even with that being the case, what has he done? Winning a third-rate developmental championship from Wrestleworld? Nothing for me to even bat an eye at. The most egregious and infamous of all of these people who fail to meet the golden standard of what it takes to represent this business, the obvious example of who not to have carry the torch of prestige and tradition with a world championship on their shoulder, is the one who has disappointed and departed this very company time and time again… Savannah Sunshine. Right now, everyone has started to turn back towards her with open arms and support her on her path of redemption from the mistakes she has made, but at my expense? On my time? You’d have to be insane to believe I would allow such a thing to happen. Savannah has heart, she has passion, she has the charisma to pull the people to pay attention to her, but determination? Grit? Endurance? She has none of this because every single time the pressure has been placed upon her shoulders and she has needed to prove herself, she has folded under it. Not me. Savannah, I can respect your attempt to try and return with a defining moment at Final Destination, but you know what the truth is. You’re a joke that doesn’t deserve this opportunity and even you know it because instead of quitting when things got tough like you, I have been the unyielding constant in professional wrestling that has stood like the Rock of Gibraltar against everything that has been done to me. You will not outlast me, you will not deter me from the endgame of gaining the opportunity to see my crusade be realized, and you will not prevent the world from remembering me as the man I am. No one in this match will because I am determined to make sure not only does this business be transformed for the better, but my memory and legacy remain intact as they are forced to be reminded.

They will remember me as The Fabled Conqueror.

Michael Bishop, Emmanuelle and Arata Asakura have spoken. It’s such good shit!

NON-EXISTENT REVOLUTION [#2] March 31st 2021, 7:21 pm by **Mav.**

“NON-EXISTENT REVOLUTION”

Ascension to the Heavens -- Final Destination III

The spotlights hanging from above the backlot of Universal Studios Hollywood that shunned onto the stage for the Omega Year End Award Show, with almost the entire roster of all three brands, but Jason was just there for having a good time, seeing himself being nominated for some awards wasn’t something major to him. It was a passing compliment to which he could hold with the award in question if he were to win any. A makeshift bar was on site, which you’d assume Jeff X was at for most of the show, but the only person sitting at the bar right now is Jason as he waited for his drink to be made before he could head back to his table with Savannah, Havoc, Hana and much more. Jason’s addiction to drinking brought him back to the night before, reminding himself of his behaviour and what stress had done to him, reminding himself of how he had woken up in a mess and wondering if he could finally be free of the stress that’s been placed onto him as of late. Jason feels a hand placed onto his shoulder, glancing over to his left and finding him looking directly at Rebecca Brookes. The two haven’t seen one another since the weekend leading into Clash of The Titans and haven’t been on the same page since even if it was seeming like things were working out again.

“Jason, do you mind me telling you something?” She questioned the young Irishman.

“I uh,” hesitant to answer before shaking it off and finally giving her the answer she needed. “I mean, sure. Yeah, I guess. What is it?”

“You look like fuckin’ shit.”

Well, she could have put it in a more pleasant tone than that.

Although she said it in a more jokingly manner, nevertheless, she wasn’t wrong. He did look like shit, having to wear sunglasses earlier when recording a vignette for Final Destination III so it could cover up that groggy look in his eyes. His hungover self still wasn’t feeling too good, and arguably, more drink wasn’t going to help it.

“Always knew I could count on you for making me feel so much better about myself, you know that?” Switching his tone to a more passive tone than his usual passive-aggressive tone. “What can I do for you anyway? Looking to have a drink or something?”

“Not legal until I turn twenty-one, Jay. You should know this by now.”

Jason rolls his eyes at Rebecca. “I do know it very well, and sometimes I think your laws are very fucking stupid to which I never follow the fucking things, now what would you like to drink?”

Rebecca simply sighed at his stubbornness, though she should have known this by now.

“I said I am fine. I saw you over here so I thought I’d check up on you, been a while, you know? Not since-”

Jason places his hand out to stop her from speaking.

“You and I both know that we don’t talk about what happened,” he exclaimed. “What happened that week, or even weekend, was not of my doing and I put you and I at risk of something far more dangerous than I expected it to be. I put you at risk and that’s what’s more concerning.”

“Jay, I understand but let me give you some advice going into this weekend, which I really need you to pay close attention to.”

A casual blink of his eyes, slightly rolling them but continuing to listen to her.

“Let me guess, something about Abholos and other shit you don’t want me participating in, I’ve heard it all before from you.” Sighing. “I know why you might think that I need to do something about it but the problem is that I just can’t do anything about it -- I’m practically stuck with this demon inside of me.”

“And it’s why you need to fucking stand down from Abholos, he’s ruining you as we speak, killing you from the inside and turning you into his puppet.” Placing her hand on his arm. “I saw what you were like back then and it was horrifying to watch, and as a friend, I don’t want to see you be put through this again. Understand what he is doing to you and fight out of it.”

“Rebecca…” letting out a deep sigh, finally coming to the consensus of what Rebecca truly wanted out of him, and that was what has been haunting him ever since The Great War. “...I don’t think you realise what exactly we’re dealing with here, and I don’t blame you for not knowing it when you’ve never been with me to any of these Kingdom episodes, you’re not there when he’s more active and summoned. It’s not as easy as pulling him out or anything, it’s probably more difficult, which is why I’m relying on fucking Moongoose of all people to do something about it and kill him off once and for all so I - and possibly others - can be free again.”

“Putting your whole trust in Moongoose McQueen sounds like a fucking horriffic mistake, Jay.”

“I’m already aware of that, Rebecca,” again, exclaiming. “These are just the sacrifices I am willing to make along the way, and if he ends up failing, then there’s nothing more I can do. It’s over. It’s done… and we’re all fucked as it is.”

“Of all of the people I’d never expect to give up or to let his trust be given to someone else…” Shaking her head from side to side. “You’d be the last person I’d think of, Jay.”

“It’s the world we’re all having to deal with, Rebecca. About time we all get used to it.”

“Dammit, Jay,” Rebecca pinched at her nose. “Why can’t you just listen to people!? Everyone’s trying to help you out and just bring things right for you!”

Jason looked up to Rebecca and sighed, he had heard enough from her and grabbed the bottle of Miller by its neck, heading back to the table. Being greeted by Savannah, she glanced over to the bar and saw Rebecca still standing there before she headed back to her table. Of course, she was confused as to why she was there.

“Is everything alright?”

Jason looked over to her, trying to keep his cool with a smile.

“Of course,” He stated. “Nothing wrong at all.”

Savannah had her doubts, but in Jason’s mind, he just wanted to forget. His trust within Moongoose was still doubtful but he had hope, he wanted the constant nightmares to end, they were burning into his mind that he’s doing everything by himself -- but he’s aware of the truth and what lies beneath, he’s just afraid people won’t believe him. Glancing over to the OWA World Champion, his mind begins to come alive more, like a whisper in his mind.

It was only a matter of time, the voices said, but all he could do was ignore them.

For now, at least.

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“Revolutions are fun when done right.”

The opening camera shot begins inside of the hotel room just a couple of miles away from the SoFi Stadium, it was the next morning of the Omega Year End Award Show and Jason was -- well, not particularly hung over in a manner, but he still continued to feel like shit. Savannah had been gone for just over an hour, presumably to the gym so she could prepare for The B.O.B Games. In his hand, of course, was a glass that was empty - though there’s nothing inside of the glass, viewers could be sure as to what was inside of it, and that was alcohol. His stressful alcohol addiction continued as the days came closer and closer to Final Destination, only two days away from the event, and the pressure being put on stronger than before.

“It’s fun watching people think they’re going to start revolutions because almost ninety-five percent of the time it never comes close to reality but then again, those who do start a revolution are the ones that make history. Their name is talked about for a very long time, always going to be the one who’s name is in other people's mouths. I’ve seen revolutions, I’ve watched them become all too real, and I’ve watched them fall down a dark path, before I eventually ended the revolution.” A small burp from under his breath stops him for a moment before beginning to speak again. “When I see people saying that there’s going to be a new revolution or these people are going to start one - all it does it makes me fucking laugh, but that’s fine, because it only takes a few seconds to end it, which a lot of people continue to doubt. So the question now is… what kind of revolution is looking to be started? What could it be that’s got people on a spree? Who’s going to lead this revolution? When will it begin?”

“The answer lies within one word.” A pause. “Odyssey.”

There was a deep sigh that came from Jason, moving from the window of the hotel room to the same chair he sat in on Monday night, it’s as if he begins to flash back to that night -- the night where he began to truly change in front of Savannah’s eyes, a night he wishes he could take back if he had the chance. It wasn’t the change he wanted, he wasn’t the change he needed, it wasn’t the kind of change he tried to show Savannah that he could become someone better for both her and her son.

Taking a deep breath as he closed his eyes, exhaling after a few seconds and then opening his eyes. Seeing everything in a different view, more calmer than before, relaxed and seemingly confident in himself. Just by the smile on his face, there’s that feeling of goodness in his body. Better yet, he’s not touched the alcohol in over twelve hours, not since last night, and the recovery from it has been a long haul but one he’s willing to take to change his ways back once again. The glass was from last night, and it was his last break from the substance.

“Feels so much better now,” he whispered to himself. “Now, where were we? Ah yes…”

Clearing his throat as he moved back to the topic at hand.

“The all-womens brand was the hot topic for many, being able to close out Clash of The Titans weekend and now they’re talking about how Odyssey’s going to close out Final Destination weekend and how they’re going to win Ascension to the Heavens this year but in my honest opinion, if you’re going to have a revolution begun over some women closing out a show, then what kind of fucking revolution are you leading? If anything, Odyssey is a premiere brand that’s got enough credit for the things that it has done in the last year, but here’s this whole revolution everyone is chatting a load of bollocks about because they want women to do something good for once!” Though he kept a smile on his face, the loud sigh he lets out gives everyone the hint as to how he feels. “Yeah, okay. I mean, I understand why you all think that because to me, Odyssey is a better brand than Olympus but then again -- it doesn’t match with the kind of power that Kingdom holds. Take a look at the Kingdom world championship scene right now, check out all of the hype that’s going into that match, and then look at how stacked the Odyssey main event is right now. Diantha ‘praise me for going back to back and choking’ Russo, La ‘I am mexican and I know it’ Llorona, and Jonetta ‘I shag old men’ Stone. If this is the stellar shit that Odyssey is pulling out of it’s arse this year then y’all can fucking take it back to the kitchen where you belong.”

“But let me focus on those who’ll be joining me in this ladder match, huh?”

Jason holds up one finger as he looks into the camera.

“Dulce Torres. Someone I have no history about but having a look at what you’ve done, it’s no secret to what you’ve done in your time, and it’s nice to see you in this when you’ve been a Goddesses Champion twice and even a Women’s World Champion, and by those records alone, you’ve never lost at a Final Destination event which could make you Miss Final Destination.” A small golf clap comes from The King. “But those doesn’t come and compare to what Dulce Torres is right now, and to be frank with you -- and I don’t mean this in the most disrespectful way possible, Dulce, but you are so fucking washed that it’s embarassing to see you make a fool of yourself. I’m sure you’ve heard that enough over time and probably by Graham because he’s someone like that, he likes to think that people don't have that fire when they do, but with you, it’s exactly what we’re saying. I remember watching you win the OWA Women’s World Championship against Natalie Cage. Let me say that again-- Natalie fucking Cage. Someone who was feared for months on that brand, someone who ruled that brand with an iron fist and you took her down in one swift motion. The first ever two-time champion of all of the brands in OWA, the first woman to hold all of the championship belts on Odyssey, you’ve done so much that it’s enough to put you into the Hall of Fame if they said it’s your time.”

Bringing his right leg over his left, he crosses them and leans back, keeping himself relaxed through this.

“So where’s that same Dulce Torres that’s put Odyssey out of it’s dark ages? Where’s the Dulce Torres that’s brought Odyssey into the light, where’s the Beacon of Hope when there’s hope for this supposed revelation? If you ask me, Dulce isn’t as good as she says she is. You couldn’t even beat Alyssa on your own, you couldn’t even beat Alyssa or Gwen by themselves, so what the fuck are you meant to do when it’s coming down to four other people along with those you couldn’t beat?” Scoffing to himself and rolling his eyes. “As someone that looked to you and thought of you as a true firestarter to this supposed revolution when the word first broke out, I had hope. If anyone deserved the hope in being the starter, it’s the Beacon of Hope herself but now I look to you and what do I see exactly? You being pinned by the weakest of the three when it comes to the three Odyssey representatives. That is saying something, Dulce. That’s saying much when you couldn’t even stand up for yourself against someone like her. Let me guess, you’re not washed? You’re not what we’re saying you are? Explain to me what you’ve done since losing the Women’s World Championship to Choke Artist Rosso? Shocking behaviour, Dulce. Very much shocking.”

Pulling out a vape pen from his pocket, he began to inhale it and then exhaling it through his nose, allowing the smoke to shoot out from his nostrils before exhaling the excess of it all through his mouth once pulling the vape pen from his mouth.

“And speaking about the weakest of the three… good afternoon to you, Gwen Harper. I must say, you’ve been an impressive performer since you first arrived here in OWA and on the pink brand, I was for sure you’d have the future star award as yours but I can’t complain when you see who actually won it. But for you, Gwen… I have to give you props for how you put yourself into this mix, and it’s no secret that you forced yourself and forced the hand of Viola to make this happen, but did Odyssey really need a third representative? Did you have to be in this match? Did you have to be here? I’m asking because considering the two representatives with you is Dulce and Alyssa,” flailing his hands in the air. “It’s making me wonder what makes you think that you deserve the spot the same as them, because I can tell you right now and into your face, you do not deserve this spot at all. It’s clear as day that you don’t deserve the spot that you were handed because you became the spoiled brat that well… nobody even expected. It’s hard to imagine someone like you, one UGLY ass bitch who looks like she chops up wood and is an anti-vaxxer for a living, is a spoiled little shit. Her new persona is going to be a fucking Karen for all we know, she might be the new member Demo Corps need when they start picking one another off, who knows?”

Shrugging his shoulders. “I wouldn’t know anything like that but if you asked me, she can act like a spoiled little cunt all she wants, but in the end if she really thinks that walking into these kind of matches are going to get her far then she’s got another thing coming when it comes down to this match.”

“I’m sure the Mountain Mama can understand that even if you might think that you are entitled, it doesn’t mean you are deserving of something, I mean we can look back to the last time she walked into a ladder match like this and who walked out in the end of it all? Oh yeah, the girl nobody predicted to even win. A good friend of mine, I’m sure you’re looking to rejoice and reform yourself from that but at the end of the day, there’s a reason as to why I noted yourself as the weakest of the three because with the name recognition of the likes of Alyssa and Dulce, you’re just the nobody of the three -- shit, even Ryo has more name value than you and THAT is saying something, Gwen.” Of course, he’d scoff at that comment alone. “That is saying that even if you’ve beaten whoever their name is or if they were this kind of person, there’s nothing that you’ve done in the last… year, maybe? Yeah, a year or just under, of you being someone but never actually being someone noteworthy. You weren’t there for when Demo Corps were taking over Odyssey, you were the background pawn for the Goddesses Championship match, everything you’ve done here has been for nothing and you’ve got nothing to prove yourself even being worth enough for that Ascension to the Heavens briefcase. Honestly, you should have stayed out of this match, Gwen, because we didn’t need you here anyway- this match would still be amazing without you on here.”

Jason stood up from his seat, fixing his posture as he stood up and walked around the room until finding himself standing right in front of the mirror, staring at his own reflection as he tilted his head to the right.

“I save the best for last when it comes to Alyssa Grace now, don’t I?” A confident smile breaks his composure. “The breakout star, the girl with the best Goddesses Championship reign to date, the all-round favourite in this match -- then again, when is Alyssa not the favourite in every match? I kid, Alyssa, I kid. We’ve been pretty good friends since I came back and we met on a pay-per-view show, I believe it was Hardcore Havoc, if I’m not mistaken. Our interactions then were minimal but I always knew you were a gentle soul, but then you became ruthless and we became greater friends because of it. We’ve had our moments for sure, we’ll never forget the moment you tried to shank into a tin can with a kitchen knife and I had to tell you how to actually open it up through the phone, those times were the best. Between myself, you, and Michael Bishop. We collectively became the IRA Goon Squad because of your Irish roots -- even if Mike wasn’t technically Irish compared to myself and yourself -- we looked fucking good being the goon squadron of OWA as a whole.” Bringing his head down and just simply nodding. “This would be the first time myself and you have shared the ring with one another, and to say that I am excited for this is an understatement, I am more than excited for this moment we have with one another.”

Through the reflection, he raises his head and looks into his own eyes, before quickly bringing his attention to the camera recording him through the mirror. Keeping the smile on his face as he makes that glance over.

“A shame we’ve to share the ring, Alyssa, a one on one affair with you would feel so perfect but at the end of the day, we all don’t get what we really want -- unless you’re Gwen Harper then by some fucking chance, you get what you ask for by blindside attacks. But we’re still opponents after all, and I’m sure you’ve not kept your words back when it came to me, I really hope you haven’t. Due to the fact that this isn’t your first rodeo on the hype train for Final Destination, I’m expecting a fully focused Alyssa Grace, a fully focused woman who I’ve watched for over the past year kick some fucking asses like nobody else has before. Trust me, Alyssa, I know I just told you to hold nothing back… because I sure as fuck won’t be, either.” His smile soon switched to a shit-eating grin. “I’m appalled as to what you’ve slowly become, Alyssa, maybe it’s the whole still getting over my championship loss or something about these constant failures you’ve been falling for every time but whenever I see you now, I don’t see the same Alyssa that’s been so dominant. You picked up this trait from Dulce, I assume, correct? I hate seeing this from you and you know this all too well. I wished for the same Alyssa to be winning the Clash of the Titans and you landed in the top ten? Appalling. Much like those I’ve mentioned before you, Alyssa, you’re another that I’d assume to be a revolution starter and if that’s the case then so be it. I’ve no problems with you at all, and maybe that’s just the Irish supporting another of their kind but it’s reality, Alyssa. If there’s anyone worthy of being a revolution beginner, it’s you.”

Letting out a deep sigh.

“The problem being is that there’s no revolution to begin.”

The King began to shake his head from side to side.

“The problem with starting a revolution without a leader is that it won’t balance out -- it’ll be unstable and it’ll collapse before anyone could ever get their hands on it, so for those wishing and wishing and even wishing harder than ever before for some kind of miracle revolution to begin with Odyssey and get the things they’ve deserved…” Slowly lowering his head in disappointment. “...but there is nobody for them, there’s no leader, there’s no hope, these are the underrated youth that they’ve let down because they couldn’t stand up for those who supported them. I’m sorry to tell you all but Alyssa, Dulce, and Gwen aren’t here to save you right now.”

Tut, tut, tut. The King continued to shake his head, but he did raise it and looked over to the camera.

“Actually, there’s really nobody here to save you all right now. So please, give up the charade of a non-existent revolution for the females,” again with that same sigh. “But I’m glad I can hang the hope of every fan’s dream by a noose and watch it slowly die in front of you all. It’ll be worth every fucking moment, I’m sure of it. See you all soon.”

The shot soon faded to black.

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

SEVEN GRAVES.

A Graham Baker Chapter.

-

Tick. Tock.

A placard on the door reads Miami Psychological, and as we slowly pan past it and into the office contained therein, we see the hulking, massive form of Graham Baker with his hands crossed in his lap, bandages on his forehead from the violent Spirit Tag Royale, from which he and Noah Reigner emerged victorious. Baker grits his teeth as we catch an over-the-shoulder view from a therapist, who scratches notes away. The top one, most obvious, circled and underlined;

DISTRACTED.

“You seem unfocused, Graham.”

Baker scoffs.

“Unfocused? What the fuck are you talking about, unfocused? I told you what’s on my fuckin’ mind. Think you can vivisect me and pull thoughts outta my brain that I didn’t know were there?” Baker doesn’t give her time to answer. “I’ve got some shit to prep for, and I can’t damn well easily do it when I’m stuck tryin’ to spill my guts to you. Can we wrap this shit so I can get going?”

There’s a pause.

Tick. Tock.

“I don’t think so, not yet at least. I want to talk about this…Ascension to the Heavens. It’s the only thing you’ve dwelled on for the majority of this session. I can see it’s making you anxious-you’re fidgeting more than usual. What’s got you so on edge?”

Baker contemplates for a moment.

“I’m not anxious.” He lies. “I’m just...preparing myself, is all. I haven’t competed in a ladder match since fuckin’ VicPro, and my knee’s not what it used to be. Hell...my whole body ain’t what it used to be, in some ways, at least. The others in this match? Spry fuckin’ spring chickens compared to me, more or less. I’m just an grizzled young vet with a busted knee and ligaments pulled thinner than fuckin’ tissue paper. Doesn’t mean I don’t give myself a shot-I’ve got the size advantage, overall, and anyone who thinks they can pick me up is gonna be in for a rude fuckin’ surprise when I snap their jaw clean off the rest of their fuckin’ skull.” Baker glances up. “That what you wanted to hear? Does that quell your…psychoanalysis or what have you?”

The therapist scratches something. The silence in the room save for the pencil gets on Baker’s nerves and digs into the back of his skull.

Tick. Tock.

“No, Graham, I think there’s more.” He looks up. “Let’s talk about the field, right? You said there’s six others? Let’s start with the less obvious ones...let’s start with Maverick. You’ve shared history with this one a fair bit, haven’t you?”

Baker chuckles.

“Yeah.” He snorts. “And he hasn’t made it easy bein’ as fuckin’ quiet as he has so far, but here we are. Maverick’s a solid competitor, a good hand, a faster dude than I think I ever was even when I was breakin’ in like he is. He’s got an arsenal of moves that seemingly gets faster and faster. And he’s got my fuckin’ face. He’s got himself mixed up in some bad shit, y’know? That whole...Abholos shtick that started over in SSW, seems to be followin’ him around like a fuckin’ spectre. Quite honestly, I was hopin’ when SSW burnt to the ground the last go-around, we could get rid of this spooky shit with the Elder Gods...but it seems like it’s followin’ me everywhere now. ALPHA. SSW. OWA. Everywhere I look, there’s a new glowy fuck with a new set of powers tryin’ to fuck up the balance of things.”

“And do you think Abholos gives Maverick an edge?” The therapist glances up.

“I don’t know.” Baker admits. “I don’t think so. It didn’t help Maverick win Clash, and I think that was a bigger bout than this one is. It didn’t help him win that street fight, and I think it could’ve given him the edge there. It sure as hell didn’t help him too much in the Spirit Royale, even if he made it fuckin’ far in the process. I called him a puppet’s puppet...and I’m not wrong there, I don’t think. Havoc calls the shots in the Ashes, Havoc’s got control of Abholos in some fashion, so he’s usin’ him to yoink Maverick around, I think. I pity him, in a way.”

The therapist narrows their eyes. “In what way?”

“Because Maverick’s just like I was when I was breakin’ in, already said that. I let myself get pulled around every which way by the fuckin’ allure of gold, let my name get dragged through the mud so I could try and make someone else famous. I think it’s a fifty fifty shot on whether or not Mav takes that briefcase and tells Havoc to shove it, or just hands the fuckin’ thing over to him, assumin’ he manages to win it. That uncertainty’s enough for me to know that I need to rip the goddamn thing away from him before he even gets his hands on it. In a way? I pity the fuckin’ guy. I think he could take it if he really tried. I think he could be somethin’ beyond anyone else in this match-hell, beyond anyone else in OWA if he really wanted to. One of the most gifted natural competitors i’ve come across...but he won’t get anywhere like this. Not now. Not delayin’ as he has.”

The therapist nods. They scrawl something else down. “And what if it’s just you and Maverick?”

Baker contemplates. And then, he glances up.

“I’d break his fuckin’ neck if it meant getting what was mine.”

There’s an uneasy silence.

Tick. Tock.

The therapist picks their pen and paper up again. “So what about Ryo Sakazaki? He’s the other Kingdom representative, what do you think about-”

Baker chuckles. The therapist stops, and lets him speak.

“Ryo’s got all the tools to succeed, you know, kinda like Mav but less…refined. He’s another puppet, although I think he’s both smart enough to realize he’s bein’ marionette by some fuckin’ goons as well as acceptin’ of it because he thinks it’ll benefit him in the long run. He’s a vessel for other people’s ideas, all he is all around. He’s got Matsuda’s moves. He’s got Goto’s moves. He’s got influences from every women’s wrestler, Joshi or otherwise, who’s come up in this part of the scene in the past few fuckin’ years. What he hasn’t pulled from them, he’s pulled from dudes like Wil Pierce, or Devon Slayton, or his own Dominion buddies. Just like them, too, he’s got himself involved in a faction that he thinks is big hat, and he’s got a burnin’ hard-on for me, God fuckin’ knows why. But you know why all of it means nothin’?”

The therapist lets Baker continue.

“Because he’s unwillin’ to take the step and make that splash. Dude spent the vast majority of his conversation leadin’ up to this match talkin’ about how he’s gonna mutilate me while barely touchin’ on the fact that this match could be the thing that propels him out of the various shadows he’s found himself swallowed up by. Ryo Sakazaki isn’t like Mav, where he could shake the monkey on his back, I think he’s already wasted potential. He let Goose eliminate him from the Clash with a shot to the skull, and then he let Goose throw their singles match for a spot in here and he took it without fuckin’ complaint. That’s not a guy who’s goin’ to rip all the teeth out of my jaw, that’s a guy who’s goin’ to lay down and take what he’s given. Maybe he’ll see an opportunity for that ladder to open up, but I doubt he’s got the testicular fortitude or gusto in his heart to run for it when someone else is climbin’ opposite it.

He doesn’t have that killer instinct. He hides the softness of his composure behind razor-sharp insults an’ threats. You could say the same thing about me, I guess, but I’d never try to pretend I was hot shit by talkin’ about someone else gettin’ chased out of a company. I’d never threaten to splinter someone’s palette if I wasn’t fully intent on followin’ up on it. It’s the same shit I’ve said over and over again for him-he’s not hungry enough, and he won’t ever fuckin’ be hungry enough so long as he’s content to be the Dominion’s Grinning Demon, whatever the fuck that means. I almost wish any of the other people he bit shit from were in this match-that’d be a real fuckin’ competitor to sink my teeth into.”

There’s a pause. The therapist glances up.

“So you think he has a shot?”

Baker shrugs.

“Sure. Anyone has a fuckin’ shot. But if he runs straight into me I’m goin’ to bomb his fuckin’ head into next week. I don’t even want to mutilate Ryo unless he presses me, but I’m not opposed to tearin’ him to pieces if it gets me closer to the dub.”

The therapist scrawls another note. Baker sits in silence.

Tick. Tock.

“What about the women?” He raises his eyebrows. “Dulce Torres?”

Baker takes a contemplative moment longer.

“Dulce’s approach to this match is…disappointing. She’s gonna sit back and watch. I think she’s sellin’ both herself and the field short if she thinks she can move on through an’ claim that briefcase without really bringin’ it to the rest of us. She’s taking an observer’s role in a contest that’s going to require a damn bit more active participation rather than standin’ off to the side and listenin’ to everyone else talk about how fuckin’ hungry they are. I guess, in a way, sure, she’s smarter than the rest of us. She’s got her eyes focused solely on the prize, and she’s not gonna let the rest of us cloud that path no matter how excited she might fuckin’ claim to be. Despite her claims...I don’t doubt her ability, or her pedigree, but I do doubt her hunger. I doubt her drive.”

There’s another pregnant pause. Baker glances up.

“All Dulce has done so far is claim that she’s hungry and she’s rearing to go, and I believe that she sees my aggression toward her as the only way to show hunger. But not a word from her mouth has lead me to believe that she wants this nearly as hard as someone like Alyssa Grace does, or as someone like Matt Miles does. Not a single action has filled me with the thought that she’s going to be a legitimate contender for this briefcase. I believe that she’ll be a thorn in my side, for sure, and maybe she’ll get lucky. Maybe I’ll be wrong. I don’t claim to be the smartest chess piece on the fuckin’ board, but I do claim to have a knowledge of this sorta shit. I’ve been one of the hungriest men in OWA since I put my knee to Reigner’s skull and stepped into Olympus. That was how I made my fuckin’ mark against the Troupe, even in loss. It was how I nearly won the fuckin’ Clash against two of the greatest talents in this company’s history-a guy who’s synonymous with the OWA World Championship in Finn Wakefield, and a guy who’s synonymous with resiliency and exceptional levels of fucking violence in Darkane.

Despite this, I’m still hungry. I’m still driven. I feel that flame burning in my chest, and I need to keep it going. I’m not quite fuckin’ sure that Dulce is the same.”

The therapist lets Baker cool down for a moment, and then scrawls something. “So you’d-”

“Kill her? If it came to it, yeah.” Baker grits his teeth. “I think you’ll find me givin’ the same answer for that for the rest of these questions, too.”

There’s another momentary pause, and then-

“How about Gwen Harper?”

Baker considers his next words carefully, and then gives a sigh.

“I don’t know, honestly. This is the one that I’ve got the least sort of bead on, right? I know Gwen’s a tough bitch, I think that was as obvious to anyone watching as it could’ve been during Odyssey’s half of the Clash. I know she’s definitely less well-regarded than the other two women in this match, but I don’t think she’s a non-factor. Hell, in direct contrast to Dulce, I think that makes her hungrier. I’d say she’s probably one of the hottest contenders in this match, in terms of momentum and havin’ somethin’ to prove. Gwen Harper’s got the flank of two of the all-stars of Omega’s women’s division, and I’m sure she’s goin’ to be lookin’ to ride that fire forward, all the way to the heavens to rip that briefcase down.

In contests like these, resiliency is key, and Gwen has it. Drive is key, and Gwen has it. The ability to get knocked the fuck down, and just keep going is impressive, and it’s one that I admire. I think she’s gonna keep going no matter what gets thrown in her general fuckin’ direction, be it fists or ladders or...everything in-fuckin’-between. The question marks, of which she’s probably the biggest, are the concerns here. I think she could throw herself forward if she really fuckin’ wanted to.”

The therapist scrawls a note. “And do you think she wants to?”

Baker laughs. “Of course! Who wouldn’t? That’s why I think…”

He pauses for a moment, and sighs outwardly.

“...if I get my hands on her, I’m gonna have to take her out. Save you the breath for askin’.”

Baker stares at the therapist for a moment as they flip to a clean page, and then;

“How about Alyssa Grace?”

Baker cracks a smile.

“You want to talk about hunger? This one has it. She’s a fuckin’ spitfire, and I can only imagine how lucky that Finn is to have her. She and Finn are moreover the fuckin’ power couple, right? Two of them’ll take everything in this business by fuckin’ storm if they’re allowed to continue. Alyssa said what she’s willin’ to do to win this match, and I’m sure she’ll fuckin’ die to prove that she can do it if she damn well fuckin’ has to. In fact, I’d place her at the top of the rung for people I think’ll walk out of this shit with that briefcase in hand-her, Miles, myself. The fire that burns inside her, I don’t need to question, and she doesn’t need to say a goddamn thing to prove that it’s there. Alyssa’s probably the person with the most to prove in this match, and I don’t doubt that she’ll do whatever it takes to prove what she needs to.

She’s a survivalist. When I came into this company, I watched her damn near kill Azumi Goto to retain her championship, send her packing and onto a retirement that, while brief, was impactful. I’ve been in the ring with Azumi, and I know how hard a fuckin’ fight that is. I know how much of a challenge that was. Standing against her alone would be even harder, especially with her career, her livelihood on the line would turn her into a beast without comparison, and yet Alyssa was able to overcome her. She collected two Omega awards, for fuck’s sake. She’s a legend in progress, but she’s already almost fuckin’ there more or less, and I have no reason to believe that this opportunity for that briefcase will be any less of a moment of personal ascension for her.

She’s admirable, and her drive forward points that out to me more than anything. I can only imagine that she’d follow through on that promise to win or die trying, just as much as I fuckin’ would. It makes her a challenge, it makes her a contender...and it makes her a threat.”

The therapist glances up as Baker continues.

“Because we can keep it cordial until we get in the ring, right? We can complement and appreciate our competitors, so long as they do the same to us, but with this shit on the line? It means so much more. I can’t be fucked to let Alyssa succeed just because she’s hungry. It’ll be hard to put her down for certain, I’m sure. I’m anticipating to have to break out everything I can fuckin’ find to do so, but if it means taking out another obstacle between myself and that fuckin’ briefcase, I will remove it. I’ll remove her. I’ll bury her under a thousand tons of steel and put her through the ring if it kills her dead enough to keep her off.

She said she’d win or die trying...I’m gonna have to force her to the latter.”

There’s a deeper, more eerie pause after this one.

Tick. Tock.

“And what about Matt Miles?”

Baker grimaces.

“Miles set himself up heading into this match to be the biggest thorn in my side, and to this moment, I think he’s succeeded. He’s the only man currently in OWA to have beaten me twice, to have pinned my shoulders to the ground twice. I’ve said this time and time again, but the repetition keeps it raw and fresh in my mind, picking the scab off a fresh wound over and over to keep it bloody so I don’t fucking forget, so I don’t let it lapse that this guy has put me down already, and he’ll continue to do so if given the fucking chance. Matt Miles is legitimate. No stolen World Championship reign struck from the records can disprove that, no supposed second identity can fight against that. Matt Miles is one of the best in the business, one of the greatest and most proficient competitors in the fucking world. He might surround himself with bullshit, might have to back himself up with the Dynasty, but let me tell you-the man is ready for war.

Matt Miles is a killer. The blood that runs through his veins is fuckin’ cold, and ready to do whatever it takes to take this briefcase, no matter how many people he harms or how much he destroys in the process. He’s a venom, more or less, he snuck into the veins of OWA with the rest of Dynasty, a shadow behind the scenes, and now he’s here to stay, drawing ever-closer to that briefcase and the heart of this fucking company. Dynasty’s already found a shot closer to the OHC with Darkane winning the Clash and deciding to cash in on that fucking moron, Fiora, and Miles would all but secure Dynasty holding that championship almost forevermore. It’s a bit of a harrowin’ thought, to say the least.

Fortunately...there’s a bit of solace here.

Miles has beaten me in matches, with or without the help of his comrades, but this? This is bound to be a fuckin’ fight. Miles can only take so much damage-god knows we all can-but I will go to war, drive him through every fuckin’ object I can find and beat him bruised and bloody ‘til he’s near dead before I toss him into the fuckin’ void. Matt Miles is an excellent wrestler, but as a warrior...he has a point at which he’ll bend ‘til breaking. He has a shattering point, one way or another, and I’ll fuckin’ bring him there. I’ll kill him if I need to.”

Baker’s therapist glances up. “Just like everyone else?”

“Of course.” Baker snarls. “Because in all honesty? I’ve already dug a few pits with my words, so I might as well just dig six holes in the soil to throw the corpses of the other competitors of this shit into. If things go like they seem they will-this’ll be a collision as of yet fuckin’ unseen by this company. Seven of the most volatile competitors in this company promising violence as of yet unseen-someone’s gonna stop fuckin’ breathin’, and it sure as shit wont’ be me.

Because I’m willing to do whatever it takes to bring my shit full circle, even if it ends with me a foot deeper in the grave than I was anticipating. I said at the outset, I wanted my shot, I wanted my opportunity at the belt that Dynasty fucked me out of, and I will damn well fuckin’ take it with this briefcase. I will cave six skulls in-don’t matter if it’s Ryo or Matt or Alyssa or whoever the fuck else stands in my way. I’ve got a great deal of respect for a lot of the competitors involved in this match, but brother, the respect I’ve got for myself is so much fucking higher. It’s why I need to do this.

Why I can’t rest ‘til I’ve given all I fucking have.”

Baker breathes for a moment as he presses his fist into his chin, grounding himself, as the voice across from him clears itself. Baker glances up, and for the first time, we catch a glimpse of the therapist-a mirror image of Graham Baker, although adorned with other championships, the legacy of the past.

“You’d burn it all down, throw it all away for this? It means that much to you-that you’d kill yourself for that briefcase if it came to it?”

Baker pauses. He looks at the reflection of himself, and for once in this conversation, surprisingly, finds no answer.

Cut to black.

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

Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 7:13 pm by **Diantha Rosso**

Note: This is the second in a three-part series examining Diantha Rosso as she prepares for her OWA Women's World Championship match.

Part Two: The Heavy Rain of Expectation

Flashback:
April 20, 2019
State Farm Stadium
Glendale, Arizona
Final Destination I

Lance Hart: He's going to do it! There's no one else! Sabertooth just needs to situate himself back on the ladder and-what the hell? Gareth Cason is back up on his feet and he's starting to move the ladder! It looks like he's having trouble...but he gets the ladder up...AND SABERTOOTH GOES CRASHING DOWN RIGHT INTO THE ROPES! Gareth puts the ladder down and he's climbing...He's climbing...He reaches for the briefcase....AND HE GETS IT! IT'S ALL OVER!

DING! DING! DING!

(Gareth Cason holds the briefcase in the air and lets out a roar from atop the ladder as “DNA” by Kendrick Lamar blares throughout the arena.)

Julianna DeMarco: Here is your winner..."Legit Dangerous" GAAAAAARRRREEETHHHHH CAAAASSSSONNNN!!!!!

April 11, 2020
Hard Rock Stadium
Miami Gardens, Florida
Final Destination II

Gia Cervantes: DULCE MIGHT BE ON AUTOPILOT, BUT SHE’S STILL ALIVE! SHE STARTS FIRING AWAY WITH PUNCHES TO THE TOP OF DIANTHA’S HEAD! SHE WON’T BE ABLE TO HIT THAT SITOUT POWERBOMB! ROSSO DROPS TORRES! THE TEXAN SLAPS THE SIDE OF HER LEG A COUPLE OF TIMES TO TRY AND GET SOME MORE FEELING IN IT! SHE BACKPEDALS FURIOUSLY BEFORE BURSTING FORWARD! DIANTHA BETTER LOOK ALIVE!

Ashley Walker: BIRTH OF VENUS, ON THE MONEY! DIANTHA TOOK EVERY BIT OF THAT BICYCLE KNEE FROM DULCE! THE CHAMPION LOOKS LIKE SHE WANTS TO FALL, AS THAT KNEE IS OBVIOUSLY KILLING HER! SHE -- WAIT, WHY ISN’T SHE COVERING?!

Gia Cervantes: TORRES PULLS HER COMATOSE CHALLENGER FROM THE CANVAS, GRABBING ONTO THE WRIST OF THE LIONESS! DULCE GRITS HER TEETH AND SPINS THAT WRIST LOCK OUT -- INTO A SECOND BIRTH OF VENUS, OH MY GOD! DULCE JUST DOUBLE-TAPPED HER OPPONENT! SHE WANTS TO END THIS FOR REAL!

Ashley Walker: BOTH OF THESE WARRIOR WOMEN FALL TO THE CANVAS IN A HEAP! DULCE DESPERATELY HOOKS BOTH LEGS OF DIANTHA! ELLE SLIDES IN TO COUNT!

Elle Halen/Crowd: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! TWOOOOOOOOOO! THREEEEEEEEEEE--

--

--

--EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

(DING! DING! DING!)

(“Für Elise” -- District 78 hits to an absolutely ear-splitting ovation as soon as Elle calls for the bell. An exhausted Dulce rolls off of Diantha staring up at the sky. As the reality of what she was just able to do finally sets in, she tries to blink back tears, both hands moving to cover her face.)

[The screen goes to black for a moment as the sound of Dulce’s theme finally shuts off completely. Then we fade into modern day, footage shot just after Diantha had won the Brody Sparks Memorial Award at the OWA Awards Night festivities. Giovante Reese is sitting with her in a far off corner of the backstage area where a small afterparty is going on. Diantha has the award on her lap, a focused stare in her eyes as she listens to Giovante’s questions.]

Giovante Reese: There’s a lot of praise for your year and rightly so, there’s no doubt that you deserve to be sitting there with the Brody Sparks Award for Odyssey Alpha of the Year. Two-time world champion, two-time Clash winner, Promethean Chamber winner, Rise Together Tournament winner over in Japan. Nobody is going to question that at all, but we DO have to question what you’ve done with the title. The opposition that you beat was superior and quite frankly no one has faced that difficult level of opposition before or since as it pertains to the Women’s World Title….But YOU said that you were going to smash TyAnna Jupiter and Natalie Cage’s marks as champion...and you didn’t. What do you say to the naysayers who pontificate on your reigns being flops?

They have every right to criticize me. I didn’t live up to my own expectations as Champion. That’s why I’ve fought so hard to get back into this position again. Odyssey just continues to get more difficult to navigate. People thought it was hard with just Azumi, Dulce and Natalie around. Now there’s Daisy Thrash. Morrighan and Gwen Harper are getting better and better. The Demolition Corps is still there. Alyssa Grace. Stephanie Matsuda cares. We see new talent arriving by the boatload more and more, but even so I feel an obligation to keep building on what I’ve done and be known as the woman who sets the standard here.

Giovante Reese: If that’s the case, why all the stuff in Japan? I get that it’s your wrestling heaven, I know how much respect for the Japanese style with regard to Joshi Puroresu that you have, but do you honestly believe that you, as good as you are, can afford to compete in tournaments in JET, the IJWF, and you dabbled in SSW for a bit but obviously with April Song no longer being a tag team that seems to be off the table but the point remains, I ask you what makes you believe that you are the best wrestler in the Western Hemisphere, as Jonetta mocked you for asserting yourself as.

I didn’t make that claim lightly. I’ve traveled all over this world now and I’ve seen everything that is on offer. OWA is the top promotion in the world right now, right? I have been a mainstay here since the beginning. Back when we didn’t even have a show and were just a fledgling women’s division that only about 20 people in the stands cared about, we busted our collective ass to MAKE THEM CARE. You see all the people who have come and gone and in some cases come back. Goto, Natalie, Roxy, TyAnna...I’m the only one who has been constant, a mainstay. In the year that the competition has been as hot as it’s ever been, I had one of the best years that the sport has ever seen. I have done things that have laid a marker for women after me to follow. I know this sounds arrogant, but I do feel I have a pretty good claim to that. And at Final Destination, when I beat the Athena’s Cup Winner and World Champion at the same time to make even more history by doing something that has NEVER been done here and claim my third world championship, there won’t be any doubt left as to why I am where I’m at today.

Giovante Reese: You know what my next question is going to be about, right? You have never won at Final Destination. This is Llorona’s first and Jonetta hasn’t won in regard to singles competition as well, but you’re the veteran. You’re the old woman, with all due respect, in this match. But you haven’t come through at the biggest moments on the big stage yet. What has changed from those two events up to now that makes you believe that you can do this?

Because in those matches I had no idea what I was doing. I knew I wanted to be great, but didn’t know how. But over the last year, I’ve been great. I know what it takes to reach the highest level and I know how it feels when you don’t meet that standard. I also know what it feels like to put everything together, to overcome adversity, to triumph at times when it just makes no sense for me to do so. I’ve experienced the most bitter of defeats on the greatest stages...but now that I have felt that, I fear absolutely nothing. There is nothing that will push me to the side. Why? Because I am Odyssey’s Immovable Pillar. And I will put an end to the dreams of ANYONE who stands in my way.

[The interview cuts to black as Diantha gives Giovante an intense glare.]

Giovante Reese: (off camera voiceover) You all know the story by now. You all have seen the confetti fall FOR Diantha...and for her opponents. There is no doubt that 2020 and early 2021 have been a whirlwind for Carlos Rosso’s little sister. She puts up a brave face about who she is and where she comes from, trying to make positives out of any situation. She’s one of the most popular athletes in OWA today. But what drives this woman to keep coming back no matter how many times she falters, no matter how many times she stumbles? Passion, Rage, and Determination.

[Diantha is shown outside of her Louisiana home, dressed in a pair of jeans and a grey shirt, simply looking up at the sky as the rain starts to fall, her expression one of nothing but complete contentment.]

Giovante Reese: There is no doubt that there are a lot of storied Legacies in the hands of many in the OWA locker room. Second and third generation wrestlers, wrestlers trained by legendary figures. But Diantha? She wasn’t particularly trained by anyone of major renown. All we know is that she spent some time in Mexico, France and Japan before performing in OWA full-time. Yes, she carries on the legacy of a family that has wrestled all over the world...but how can she take up the mantle of a family that SHUNNED her, that tried to keep her out of the ring altogether? Why does she feel it so important to push the legacy of a family that nearly disowned her just for pursuing the profession that made them famous?

How could I not try to live up to that? So many in my family have given everything to this sport. My brother gave everything. And I know that a lot of people didn’t want me to follow this tradition, but I made it my focus. It was my choice. I am unique among them though. Even though I carry the family name and all that, I wrestle my own style. You watch my brother for instance and I’m not like him in any regard. I didn’t get trained by a family member either. So, in a lot of respects, I’m blazing a new trail. If I hadn’t decided to use my real last name, Moreau’s Legacy would be what you all would talk about. The comparisons to my brother are tortuous in a way. No matter how many federations I work for, no matter how long I do this, I will never eclipse what he has done. I can’t out-Carlos Carlos. I have to be the best Diantha that I can be, period. Is there still a little resentment there from those days when phone calls weren’t returned, when people I love would mock me and plead with me to give up a sport that I was “no good at”? Yes. I’ve never been a good liar.

Giovante Reese: It wouldn’t be inaccurate to say that feeling of rejection, the resentment of the past still drives Diantha. She remembers the fans who booed or dismissed her. She remembers every locker room snub. And she definitely the torment that the Demolition Corps has put her and those close to her through.

I would be lying if I didn’t think about what they did to Niki. They robbed us of a chance to have a rematch. They robbed Niki of a career that she deserved. I...I try to understand. My past is well known and there are plenty of times I would have wished for the power that they wielded over the roster. I probably would have done something similar to Azumi or Natalie Cage. I try to empathize and relate to them so I don’t hate them, but some days are better than others. They all know how I feel about Revy and what I will do to her if I ever get my hands on her. They all know that I couldn’t care less about April. Those two are hopeless, lost, beyond reaching. Even though I know we can never be friends, a part of me is determined to get through to one of them, Llorona or Jonetta. Even though we all come from very different backgrounds, Jonetta a life of privilege, Llorona from a life of nothing but violence and myself from a relatively safe, sheltered place...we’ve all broken through in our own way. Llorona’s rise from living a life of crime to being world champion is something that should be celebrated, as much as I despise how this came to be. Jonetta, for all the barbs and jabs she continues to employ...I’m still in awe of her talent. I understand her focus on being the best in OWA, but I’m built different than that. Even though OWA is my wrestling home, I am simply focused on being the best in the WORLD. OWA is part of the world, and a big part of mine personally and professionally. Holding that title again is not to display it as part of a collection of treasures, it will be a proof alongside the JET World Championship that no one can question my skill ever again. No one can call me “choke artist” or little girl or anything else. I don’t see a monster when I see her. I don’t see any of the stereotypes that people like to spew about Llorona. I see two women, two great athletes. One of them has a long-standing grudge with me for just existing in her presence...and the other has something that I desperately want to retrieve. Even though my thoughts sometimes dwell on personal revenge for what they did to Wolvesden and Niki in particular, I can’t allow that to swallow up my attention. This is the culmination of everything that I’ve spent my adult life devoting myself to. This is the moment that I can finally shed myself of that “can’t win at Final Destination” tag that hovers over my head like an eternal cloud. That’s the difference between me and them. I see them as human beings, as opponents, as women. They only see me as an obstacle. They’ve never experienced anything like the emotional and furious wars that I have with Dulce and Natalie, with Azumi and Niki, with Nausicaa. How are they going to respond when they are tired, completely spent and throw a punch….and I don’t fall? When I go to “that place”, that place that they have NEVER been, NEVER HAD TO GO TO...what are they going to do then?

Nothing.

Giovante Reese: It’s strange, ain’t it? Most wrestlers talk about things with either dry, boring professionalism or unfiltered rage. Diantha...well she’s built different, as the kids say. She’s never afraid to speak her mind, never afraid to be blunt and have candor about her feelings. She reaches out with respect and in some cases even empathy and love...but she can turn cruel and cold. Downright callous sometimes. She may appreciate your talent. She may like you. She may regard you as someone special. But she WILL knock you off if you stand in her way. There’s a damn long list of women who can attest to that….including both her Final Destination opponents.

There’s no one on Odyssey that I will ever bend the knee to. There is no one there who can intimidate me. I’ve fought men twice my size like Maggall. I’ve beaten one of the best technical wrestlers of all time in Finnegan Wakefield. I conquered the Void and helped turn away the Dollhouse. People may hate me, hate my presence, hate the fact that I headline show after show and have more title matches than some people have matches that are on television. I don’t care. There is a war to fight and a prize to win, and I’m prepared to use any means necessary to reclaim something that I worked so hard to claim yet lost so suddenly. This is more than just a step towards a dream that I’ve awakened to find is a beautiful reality within reach.

This is a chance to right so many wrongs, to break the cloud that hovers over my head for good...and finally smile in the sunshine.

And I will take advantage of it.

Giovante Reese: And so we get closer and closer to the match that will decide the course of Odyssey for the next year if not longer. There’s nothing left for Diantha to prove in regards to belonging in the title scene. There’s not much left for her to prove in terms of being a Pillar of Odyssey. But that’s not enough for her. She doesn’t just want to be a Pillar. She wants to become GOD. She wants to experience the rarified air that only the likes of people like Aria Jaxon and the late Kenny Drake can appreciate, someone like her Hall of Fame brother Carlos. She talks and moves in a way that seems strange to a lot of us...but make no mistake, the woman is, in her mind, moving closer and closer to wrestling immortality. And if she has her way...she’ll get there a damn sight sooner rather than later.

[The video ends with Diantha still outside, drenched from the downpour of rain….but even as you hear a light roll of thunder, the clouds break and the bright rays of the Louisiana sun wash down over her. Diantha’s eyes close, just taking in the moment, the warmth of the sun, as the scene fades completely to black, with Diantha’s final words juxtaposed to a completely black screen.]

Ambition means nothing without action. Victory means nothing without struggle. I have proven myself time and time again. I don’t go to Final Destination to Conquer Odyssey again.

I go there to prove that I AM ODYSSEY.

Now and always.

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

Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 7:11 pm by **Natalie Cage**

Natalie Cage

All Destinations are Final 2

Natalie is running up a steep incline, sweat pours from her body as she reaches the top of a sizable hill and walks up to a giant tire and sledgehammer that was waiting for her at the top. Cage wields the hammer with an intense yell and brings it down on the tire. Slam after slam after slam, Natalie Cage is relentless in her workout. After a good 30 hits, she tosses the sledgehammer aside and sits on the tire, breathing deep and staring straight into the camera.

I should have known, I guess it’s my fault for thinking slightly more of you than to become a parody of yourself, Cloud. All I do is work. All I do is push myself to another level and what do you have for me in return? Fucking podcasts. More roundabout media spin bullshit. I’m unleashing the monster inside of me and have to watch you approach this match with indifference. Fuck me for thinking you actually gave a shit about any of this, but at least now I know where we stand. Podcasts mean fuck all. It’s usually just a guy with a mic who thinks his opinion is worth a damn, then he strokes a celebrity’s ego for an hour or two to stay on their good side. I’m sorry, I thought I was preparing for a wrestling match with the Great Stephanie Matsuda, not some bitter veteran who would rather spend her time spreading lies via fucking No Jumper.

You lost all credibility the moment you even agreed to go on that podcast. How DARE you claim to be a fighting force for women, some kind of feminist folk hero who’s here to fight in our corner. You wanna promote that message on a podcast run by that rapey creep Adam22? A man with multiple sexual assault allegations levied at him? A misogynist mouth breather who used to make his living doing porn, an industry built on the back of exploiting and abusing women. I see through what you’re doing, Cloud, don’t take me for a single-minded fool. You’re using the power of the media to turn the tide against me, to plant the seeds that I’m a cancerous growth that must be removed in order for things to thrive. You might have the drones who listen to shitty podcasts hoodwinked, but actual fans who care about actual wrestling know the truth. I’m sick of people pretending wrestling fans are morons. We live in the age of information, fans have access to so much stuff through the Internet and yet you wanna tell them stuff they know is false? What can some part-timing freelancer like Cloud Matsuda offer to this company? You claim to be here to “fix” Odyssey like there is something rotten and broken at its core. You said it yourself, ratings are great, the talent is strong, what exactly are you fixing? Did Viola fuck up in granting Demo Corps their wishes? Maybe she did, but if we start defining everyone by their mistakes, we start to hit shaky ground, don’t we? You even acknowledged that you’re part of the reason why Viola’s still got this job, and yet you refuse to take any of the blame for human error? Of course you do. The great, flawless Stephanie Matsuda, always the superior being, huh? If you’re so great, why not stick around for once? Why spend most of your time away from us? Is it because you just don’t give a shit? Are you afraid of this locker room taking you down a peg or two? Or are you just plain fucking lazy? Hell, is it all three?

I don’t know how many times I have to reiterate this point when you show your ugly mug around here: all the shit you’ve done elsewhere doesn’t matter. You’ve held that paint pot of a title for ten months and wanna pretend it means something? The only reason you’re even defending it against me is because the powers that be at PWN know that title means fuck all unless it’s associated with OWA. Your presence in that promotion has barely registered. I thought you were a needle mover? Why oh why is the biggest match of your reign with someone who’s never even wrestled in that pig pen? You’re not here to “save” anything, you’re here to up your profile. You haven’t cared about actual wrestling in a long time, oh no. You just love the perks of being a star, right? The media opportunities, everyone sucking your dick and tripping over themselves to tell you how amazing you are. Girl, I’ve tasted that honey and while it’s sweet, I’ve got more important things to worry about than being a darling – things like caving your skull in.

Again, the fans aren’t stupid. They watch OWA programming and see that you’re hardly ever here, now you think you can swindle them like you’re some kind of Omega lifer who’s gonna instigate a great change? You’re gonna stoke the flames with unfounded rumours about Odyssey being an intergender show? You’re gonna pull back the curtain and talk about the shot callers and politics like you haven’t been politicking with the best of them?! Let’s look at the facts, shall we? I’ve put you down every time you’ve stepped up to me. When your promotion’s best stepped to me in a triple threat, they got put down even harder. The last couple of years of your career have been defined by two things: hoarding gold in promotions I don’t care about, and getting your shit punched in when you tried to make a run at the king. I’m the common denominator when it comes to you trying to be the War Queen here. The next generation of talent rose up with me leading the charge and you just couldn’t take it. I was happy to do my own thing but here comes Cloud, making all the noise and acting like she deserves to be first in line for everything.

For someone who’s been given the world on a silver platter MULTIPLE times, you don’t half complain a lot. What have you got to be made about? You’ve got the “legacy” that you and your era of wrestlers are so OBSESSED with securing. You’ve got more belts than I’ve had hot dinners. You’re minted from a financial standpoint. And yet it’s just whine, bitch, moan, complain, rinse, repeat. Who in this company has been afforded more opportunities than the almighty Cloud Matsuda? I’ve had my wheels greased a fair few times and I was honoured – privileged, in fact – to be given a shot to mix it up with Gwen Harper on Odyssey. To wrestle Vanessa Laurent. To enter the Clash with all of my peers and fight for my spot. After everything I’ve done in this company, you’d think my place at the top was guaranteed, but I don’t believe in guarantees, I believe in working for my spot. You think I can’t just walk into Viola’s office whenever I want and ask for any match? Any title shot? Literally anything my heart desires? You know why I don’t do that? Because then I’d just be a cracker Cloud. I’d be the bitch who wants the world but can’t pull it off when it counts.

To think I used to admire you. When I was still wet behind the ears, I heard tall tales of this amazing woman who blazed a trail for people like me. Everyone in the office would say, “you’ve gotta pay respect to the ones who came before you”, fuck that. You want my respect? You earn it. Aria earned my respect through everything she’s done on-camera and off. Tarah earned my respect by being the toughest motherfucker this side of the Atlantic. But then I met you and the disappointment was palpable. Some veterans age like fine wine in their twilight years, others fall apart. You’re like a dementia-ridden old woman, getting confused and talking about the glory days like they’re still happening. All you want to do is get a big win so you can secure a bigger payday. All you care about is showing me up. I’m sure you’ve meticulously planned everything out, right? The big afterparty, the interviews all lined up with scumbag, crooked, hack “journalists” who can’t wait to butter you up. Yeah, I bet there’s a whole parade planned for your victory at Final Destination, ain’t there? But have you put any thought into how the hell you’re gonna beat me? What can you do to a woman who won’t move out of the way because your reputation precedes you? What will you do when you come face-to-face with someone who doesn’t think in terms of accomplishments and feathers in your cap? All I think of when I see my opponent is a body. A body that can be broken and bruised. A body that I can put down. If it gets back up…down it goes again. I repeat this process until the getting up stops. At that point, I know I’ve done my job. What did OutKast say? You can plan a pretty picnic, but you can’t predict the weather?

That is why you’re fucked, Steph. You’re in this for glory, I’m in this for greatness. Every time I step through those ropes, I’m building on the foundation of my skills. I’m making myself better and better each time. You’re content to craft a delicate reality of being an untouchable deity. A reality so fragile that with one well-placed punch from me, you’re sent rushing back to the real world.

You say you’re here to set Odyssey on the right path? How dare you speak on something you’ve played no tangible part in. This locker room and production team has done nothing but put in work since day one and you have the balls to march in, put your flag down and act like the fucking cavalry? It’s such an insulting gesture that I’m almost impressed at the magnitude of your delusions. When the history books look back on Odyssey, your name will barely be a footnote. You don’t get to rewrite our history, not while I’m holding the pen. You saw something successful and couldn’t stand the fact that you weren’t a part of it. You took one look at Odyssey and thought, “I want my piece”, but it wasn’t that simple. You did everything in your power to get a foothold here and the depth of the talent pool made you realise you were starting to lose a step. Why else would you make a point of never actually wrestling here if you can help it? Your best run in OWA, you had the fucking GOAT by your side to pick up the slack. But now you’re on your own. And no, Samantha Garza’s presence doesn’t worry me because if she stepped into this ring with me, I would reduce her to dust in five minutes. She struggled to put Viola away and she hasn’t wrestled in years. Nah, Samantha had to pick a proxy and I guess she figured to go with the bitch she bet against the last time she tried to fuck the brand over. Looking back at Pluto’s Gate and who from that event stayed? Who kept putting the work in? Me, Azumi, Diantha and Dulce. The Four fucking Pillars. The architects of this shit. You don’t get to claim a fucking thing no matter how much you might think you’re entitled to. I spilled buckets of blood that night, you won a six-woman tag match, woopty do. I might not like my scars but I wear them. Each one was taken for Odyssey. Each battle I’ve been through was for a wider cause. Your battles are for you and you alone. You can claim Odyssey was the Natalie Cage Show when I was champ if it makes you feel better, but while I was champ, talents like Diantha and Dulce held it down. You might believe otherwise, but no show in OWA is eclipsed by any one wrestler. I might fight with the Odyssey locker room but we’re still a family, a family you have never and will never be a part of.

Go ahead, fuel those clickbait headlines with your bullshit act. I’m not an idiot and neither are the fans. Every time you insult our intelligence with your “mission statement”, we just take it in stride because we know right from wrong. You want Odyssey to revolve around you but as long as blood pumps through my veins, it’s never happening. I have worked too hard for too long to watch some relic rock up and pretend she’s hot shit. You better come correct this weekend, because I’m sending your shit back to the fucking Stone Age.

Michael Bishop, Jeff X, Emmanuelle and Devi Krysis have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 6:53 pm by **Theodor Pavel**

“No amount of money ever bought a second of time.”

(Alone he sat inside of the office. It was the scenery that he had grown accustomed to. Theodor Pavel had been a busy guy in recent months. Fighting the war that nobody expected to survive. Facing the OWA World Champion in tribute to Kenny Drake. Getting married to the beautiful Misaki. He even celebrated his nineteenth birthday earlier this month. Now, onto OWA’s premier event, Final Destination 3. To say that time was short was the understatement of the year. He usually found himself able to train properly for matches, splitting his time in Reseda and Culver City at the House of Paine dojos. This wasn’t that kind of match, was it?

For the second time since his debut, young Theodor would be going against the man that he had gone on record to call a role model. The man he was in the trenches with, and now, the man he will have to fight to the death with. It was that intense feeling that made so many hardened competitors thrive. For Theodor, it was a series of nerves that couldn’t simply go away. He was fighting Michael Bishop. He was fighting the Outlaw King, and he was doing it in the area where Bishop felt most comfortable.. In Bloodsport 5.

The Romanian prodigy rested his hands on the desk, looking down at his hands. They weren’t shaking, but in his mind, there were constant trembling. He thought it must have been tremors. The first fear he thought was for the health and safety of his wife, but reality had set in on the man. He knew this was no earthquake, this was reality.

He glanced up from his hands, half expecting to see the over confident smile on the face of his manager and friend. He looked to Mr. Morgan for that sense of comfort that this would all be okay. It would just be another match, he hoped as he looked for those answers. Morgan’s response was simple, dread. It was the biggest match of his career, one that would have to showcase either the best of Theodor, or possibly the end.)

“I know what you’re thinking, buddy.”

(Theodor attempted to perk up, glancing at the guy who obviously had a strategy of some kind. He needed to be strong, he needed to show that he belonged under the bright lights with a guy like Michael Bishop. All those doubts though, they were overwhelming him.)

“You believe that this couldn’t have come at the worst time. All the moments you’ve had with the Frontline, you became close to them. They were the ones who took you under their wing in that company. Michael Bishop was the guy who took you personally to his gym and sparred for weeks with you going into the Great War. You both knew what you were getting into, and he was your Battle Buddy. I’m not going to tell you that this match is in an ideal environment, but you need to know one thing about Michael Bishop. When the rules were set to professional wrestling, you defeated Michael Bishop. You took down the Dreadknight, whether or not people called it a fluke. It was you that used every bit of your awareness in the ring to make it work. You made it work that night, Theodor.”

(Despite the words reaching him, he didn’t digest them properly. He knew in his heart that this wasn’t the same Michael Bishop. Bishop didn’t know what to expect from Theodor going into that match. He may have just seen some immature kid jumping around and wanting to call himself a wrestler. He might have been right on some of those things. Theodor was inexperienced, more so than he currently was. He may have jumped around a lot, but he never asked for the world to see him as a professional wrestler. That just happened, strange how the world worked.)

“So, we walk into Final Destination 3. You are going to be in there with the Outlaw Champion, and you’re going to be going for that same title that you went for in your VERY FIRST MATCH. It didn’t pan out for you then, but I promise you. It can pan out for you now. There’s a heavy cost involved though, because you know this is out of the realm of professional wrestling. This man, love him or hate him, is the polar opposite of who you are. You’re inexperienced, he’s been doing this a very long time. You’re more geared towards Light heavyweight fighting, he will ground and pound you until there is nothing left. Here’s some food for thought though, despite the fact that he knows what kind of competitor you are, he has no idea what you, the Hands of Ice, are capable of. It sounds simple and cliche, but it’s the truth. He doesn’t know what Theodor Pavel can do, hell I don’t even know what Theodor Pavel can do. The scariest part of what I just said.. You don’t even know what Theodor Pavel can do. You know what your ideals are, and you know where you stand in terms of doing right or wrong things, but at what lengths will you go for them.”

(All the guy could do was nod. He knew the truth behind the matter. He knew that in order to defeat Michael Bishop, he was going to need to pull a miracle out of his ass. Bishop had been the guy that some would have called a gatekeeper. Only difference was, Bishop had a habit of kicking down the gate rather often. He had that ‘take no prisoners’ mentality when it came to a fight. How could one not resonate with that? Theodor glanced down after making slight eye contact with Morgan. It was clear that the fight would either be his finest hour, or perhaps one of the worst experiences he had inside of that thing. Morgan watched him intently, pulling a Cuban cigar from the box. Theodor glanced back up after hearing the box close, noticing Morgan cutting the end off of the cigar before lighting it up. It appeared that Morgan didn’t quite have the same bundle of nerves that Theodor was dealing with. Instead, it was calm and inviting. Theodor wanted to carry that same type of mentality, but it just wasn’t there.)

“He’s my friend, Mr. Morgan.”

(Finally, the Hands of Ice got some words out. Short, but to the point. Morgan took a puff of the cigar before looking toward Theodor. He understood what the young guy had meant. Bishop was Theodor’s friend. He watched from a distance during the Great War when Bishop would pull Theodor from too much danger. It was protective, and it was even more appropriate when Theodor would return the favor when things were becoming too much for even Bishop to handle. Morgan saw those things, he saw those moments. Despite how amazing of a bond the two had grown, that was personal. This was business. Theodor needed to understand that.)

“Of course he is. Michael Bishop has been there for you, and you have been there for him. You two share that common bond of being legitimately tough, hard hitting, honest, good men. That’s a rare trait, especially in this business. Here’s the problem though, and I’m not ever going to say this to drive a wedge between you two.. Did you ever think that Bishop might be worried about you being his replacement? Now, I know how tough Mike is, and I know how you would never want to replace the man to begin with. That’s something we know, through and through, we will not replace Michael Bishop. You will not be that guy, because that guy doesn’t exist. We all leave our own marks on the business, he has definitely been leaving his. Still, there is a little bit of confusion on my part, because when I see the way he looks at you at times..It’s not excitement for this new upstart talent that next year could nearly sweep the awards. No, it’s the concern that the guy he is standing in the Kumite with.. That could be the guy who Scott Oasis points to and says ‘We want that guy. He’s younger, he’s faster, we don’t need Bishop any longer.’ Obviously if Scott is as smart of a man as I think he is, he wouldn’t play into that mindframe. He would be obviously looking at Bishop as the stalwart that has bled for this company, has worked his ass off for this company and his friends. He’s done those things, so even if I know this, and you know this.. He may not be fully aware of that yet. It’s that fighter’s mentality. Only as good as your last fight, am I correct?”

(Theodor simply looked down. His thought process had been skewed momentarily by the idea that Michael Bishop would think that about him. There had been that mutual respect, but a fighter did know that there was always the next guy if he lost. There would be the new star, the new headline on ESPN that Michael wasn’t on. He should have been there plenty, but unfortunately March Madness was taking up a lot of space, plus opening day coming up for baseball.)

“I don’t understand. I don’t want to replace Michael Bishop. Why would he feel that way? He is a great man, he is a great Champion.”

“He is, Theodor. Both of those things are true, but you have to understand that this goes beyond anything that you and I can think. Michael Bishop has been around for a long time, we don’t know what’s in that tank. Hell, it could be full for all we know. However, I don’t know if he has that doubt in his mind, but I am damn sure that he knows what kind of man you are inside of that ring. Hell, he has seen it. He’s been in there, he’s felt it. He knows that Theodor Pavel, the Hands of Ice, can defeat him. It’s going to take work. Now, we’ve been taking all the precautions needed to ensure that you’re going to be ready. The month in Miami with The Crossbones, working on that kickboxing. Working on that speed, working on the cardio in there. You’ve been hitting the weights hard, changed the diet, all of that. I think Michael Bishop expects a 210-215lb Theodor Pavel to be across from him, not a 221lb Romanian badass who will fight tooth and nail until one of you can’t make it another minute.

Theodor, it has been a while since you’ve competed in full contact warfare. Wrestling is so different, you kick someone’s ass, but you put on a show while doing it. You always have that ‘showmanship’ to go off of. Put on a show for the fans, you two did it before and it was great. Here, though, it isn’t about any of that. The fight can end in a seconds, and it will end with one of you either submitting or getting knocked out. Michael Bishop is willing to take you and knock you out. He’s willing to try to break your arm or your leg, and choke the life out of you if it means he can get the win. Those are things that he is willing to do in order to defeat you. Just keep those things in your mind when you finish up on your training. It’s a psychological game, kill or be killed. You didn’t come to this country to get killed, did you?”

“What about that time at Burger King?”

“Okay, that was a Sand Crane.. A Sand Crane wasn’t going to kill you, Theodor. It wanted your fries. Lucky for you anyways, Misaki was there to throw an onion ring at him. Okay, we’re getting off topic here. You know what you need to do, and we’re running toward the finish line. We have press releases, interviews, all that fun shit going on. You did the Hall of Fame, you did the Awards show, now you got more meetings going on.”

“And when will I train?”

“Well, that’s where the problem is. I asked Veronica to come up with a more easy going schedule for you in regards to Final Destination. She may be a magician, but she failed to give you the thing we need the most. We don’t have time. Any training that we can do heading into the event, it’s going to be bare minimum towards the end. I’m talking one hour, possibly two per day. It ain’t much. We have to be anywhere and everywhere. You know what though? We knew this going on, and we knew that there would be a time crunch any time there were things you personally needed to do. You wrestled just after your wedding, like JUST after. I’m sure you spent a night or two on the couch after that. Tough shit, we’ve all been there. Despite all of those things though, all those questions you have in your mind, just remember that everything you do from the time you’re born until the time you die.. It leaves a legacy. Eventually, when you and Misaski do have kids, you guys can take your son or daughter and show them the kind of guy you are. If we haven’t done good enough yet for you to be proud of your accomplishments in that ring, let it start at Final Destination 3. Let it begin in the Kumite. Do not let it end there.”

(Such a way to end the pep talk. Mr. Morgan slowly stood up, flicking the ashes down into the tray before taking another puff of the cigar. Theodor began to stand as well, looking over at Morgan. He wasn’t sure how to respond to all of the things that he was told. He grabbed onto the chair, pushing it back into place before getting the dossier for all of his appointments, appearances, training schedule. One thing was missing from this list.. Sleep. He had grown slight used to it. The late nights with Misaki when she wasn’t feeling good, the countless hours of film study when it came to Michael Bishop’s wrestling and MMA background.

The prodigal son of Romania exited the office, slowly closing the door behind him. He was unsure of where to go with this. Overwhelmed by the amount of things going through his mind, he reached into his pocket, pulling out his cellular telephone. The butterflies in the stomach were overwhelming him, but he needed to accept things for what they were. He needed to call somebody. After looking through his phone for a moment, he hit the dial button and brought the phone to his ear. He needed that comfort. He couldn’t go to his own wife about this one.)

“Bună, mamă. Putem vorbi?”

(The voice of his mother could be heard over the phone. He hadn’t spoken to her much since February, following his wedding. He smiled for a moment before turning to the door and slowly walking away from Mr. Morgan’s office.)

“Nu știu altfel s-o spun, dar meciul ăsta ar fi sfârșitul meu. Aș putea ajunge să fiu o legumă sau complet moartă. Nu m-am înscris pentru asta. Nu m-am înscris pentru o luptă împotriva unui prieten unde unul dintre noi ar putea fi ucis. Știu să lupt, dar nu știu să ucid. Nu vreau să-l omor pe Bishop, nu vreau.”

(The voice continued in response. Theodor looked to be in a slight state of panic upon understanding what this match actually had meant. It dawned on him what the Kumite was. He thought it was all a movie. Hollywood, right? Nobody believed that Frank Dux could ever take down Chong Li in real life, right? Much less Chong Li resorting to using powder to blind a crappy guy like Frank Dux. Did you know that Dux once saved Steven Segal’s life? Neither did Theodor. Jokes aside, it was an intense moment, it had finally clicked. He couldn’t pull any more punches, he couldn’t telegraph the kicks. He couldn’t half heartedly apply some bone breaking submissions. It was real, as real as the moment when one wakes up, or the moment they take a breath of fresh air.)

“Misaki crede că pot câștiga. Morgan crede că pot câștiga. Atât de mulți alții vin și spun că pot câștiga asta, dar spun că pot ucide, sau pur și simplu pot câștiga? Vreau campionatul haiducilor, ca să mă pot numi "Outways Breathing Outlaw". Dacă are vreun sens. Oh, nu are. Doar o glumă din interior cu un prieten de-al meu pe care-l urăsc. Nu, nu-l urăsc atât de mult, poate mă lupt și cu el în Kumite. Mă bucur că am sunat. Simt că trebuie să vorbesc cu cineva care să înțeleagă complet situația.”

(It came off a little peculiar to mention that his mother understood the situation. He didn’t know how to explain all the stress he was under, but knew that he was going to have to tell her something that he wasn’t ready to discuss with others. Maybe she’d understand, maybe she wouldn’t.)

“Restul e în regulă, cred. Misaki nu s-a simțit bine în ultima vreme. S-a trezit târziu, și n-am dormit prea mult în ultima săptămână sau două. Mă duc la sala de sport cu foarte puțin stânga, și de timp ajung acasă, mă simt ca și eu sunt gata să se prăbușească și arde pentru a doua zi. Apoi trebuie să mă trezesc două ore mai târziu din cauza unei conferințe de presă sau a semnării autografelor. Nu avem timp, dar trebuie să fiu în altă parte. Un alt spațiu liber, ori mor, ori devin tată. Nu, nu doar campion. Cred că Misaki ar putea fi însărcinată.”

(Loud screaming came from the other end of the phone. Theodor’s head jerked back for a second before trying to shush through the phone. No luck. His mama had a lot to say. He glanced over at the Office Door before promptly making an exit, all the while hearing from his mother about what he has done in life, and how he should have been a lot more careful. It was time to go to the next press conference, but he felt like all the questions were already being asked while he was walking to the lobby. Poor Theodor. Either Michael Bishop kills him, or he will continue to hear the lecture circuit from his own mother. Save him now.)

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

Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 6:28 pm by **Aria Jaxon**

FOR THE GIRL WHO HAS EVERYTHING -- INGLEWOOD, CALIFORNIA.

Final Destination is what you make of it.

When the first edition of the big show rolled around, I can admit now that I felt like I was in a do-or-die situation. I had a hard time back then calling it what it was, and the way that people laud me now, especially on the heels of that Hall of Fame induction, the idea that I could ever feel like my back was against the wall feels like a foreign concept. This time two years ago, that was very much my reality. I spent the better part of that first season being driven by bitterness and anger, acting like someone I wasn’t and focusing on shit that didn’t really matter. That Clash win turned it all around, and when I got to Phoenix I knew I couldn’t squander that golden ticket. I didn’t. And so Final Destination I is heralded as the grand rebirth of Aria Jaxon, the hot Arizona night where she returned to world championship glory.

Final Destination II reminded me that maybe, I hadn’t grown as much I thought. I chased my rivalry with Carlos all the way to the biggest show of the year. We wound up there due in large part to the fact that I don’t always know how to let shit go. But why would I, when I knew I could beat him? When I knew I could at least shut his ass up for a night? It wasn’t about proving anything. I had to end it on my terms, and I needed to feel like people knew there was always a cost to be paid for coming after The Queen. The happy baggage that came with it all was what would eventually be called the Outlaw Championship. Nobody calls that belt a throwaway belt anymore.

I’ve been on all ends of the spectrum and every space in between. I used this season to go on new adventures and provide new answers to the question everyone thought they had an answer to -- “Just how much more is Aria Jaxon capable of?” What do you get for the girl who already has everything?

A Grand Slam, of course.

The notion of someone “doing this shit backwards” is so old. The idea that you have to start with the workhorse and tag team belts, only to gradually work your way up to world championships is so dated. Shit, I’m not even the first person to go about my business like this...I’m just the most prolific one in OWA so far. Anything worth doing is worth doing well, so if I went on an eight-month OWA World Championship run once I got my hands on that belt, if I put the Outlaw Championship on the map, when Stephanie and I won the Tag Team Championships on our first go, why would my brain not be occupied by thoughts of going all the way with this? Why would I not set my sights on the Spartans Championship? I’m sure that makes me sound like a championship-chasing glory hog. Maybe I am and I haven’t come to terms with it yet. But the reality is that I’m not a glittery main eventer playing dress-up with the rest of the people down in the trenches putting in work in the middle of the card. I’ve more than proven my worth when it comes to putting on those marathon performances and racking up defense after defense when it comes to the so-called midcard belts.

So why the trepidation, J.D.?

You were on guard the moment I even breathed in the direction of that championship. I won’t pretend that I don’t understand where those feelings are coming from. The Spartans Championship was the salvation that you had been waiting on. It was the life preserver that saved you from falling beneath the waves, the tangible proof that you could shove in the face of every asshole who said that you should’ve thrown in the towel a long time ago. I remember the J.D. of 2015 and 2016, who showed up in our old neck of the woods and set the world ablaze. You were the one who managed to pry the old Pure Championship from my husband’s hands. That was when you made your mark. So surely, the sky was the limit, right? That was meant to be the first brick in the wall, wasn’t it? Nah. Up until recently, it was your ceiling. People used to be able to set their watch by your old routine of starting and failing to build momentum, but I’ll always give you credit for being able to remove that albatross from around your neck. Most guys who get the label of “has-been” stamped on their forehead are never able to shake it, but you dug yourself out of that hole. Deep down, perhaps a part of you is afraid that you’ll slide backwards down that slope if I’m able to pull off this feat. The choice is yours, and the dilemma is yours to handle as well. It was never about you, J.D., despite the fact that you’re taking this so personally. If Arata had managed to still be sitting here as the champion right now, I’d be telling him the same shit. If Maverick wasn’t allergic to winning championships, maybe I’d be getting ready to beat his ass for the tenth time. So on and so forth, slot any name in there that you want, my objective doesn’t change. I decide on a goal, and I accomplish it. I see a nail, and I grab a hammer. When I swing it, I’d suggest you get out of the way.

You know that. You had your own assessment of my way of always getting to where I wanna be, but you were right and wrong in the same breath. How, in the year of our Lord 2021, when I’ve more than proven myself to just be the “it girl” or a pretty face, is anyone still still falling for the tired ass “you’ve been handed everything” act? Put that LAUSD education to work and use some critical thinking skills, sweetheart. I spent most of season one on the backburner of this company, and that’s my L to hold. Did Scott Oasis gift wrap the OWA Championship and give it to me? No, I choked him out and took it. Did Carlos Rosso give me the Outlaw Championship? No, I bloodied him and won it fair and square? Did GRiME peacefully part with the Tag Team Championships, or did Stephanie and I snatch them for ourselves in that TLC match? And let’s throw it back even further in time, since you decided to reference the Jersey prison camp. I secured my first Vixens Championship match by virtue of winning the Empress of Elite tournament. And even then, I failed in my first attempt at going for the title. I was the longest-reigning Women’s World Champion because I cleaned that division out. I held onto the Young Lions Cup by virtue of smacking around every up-and-comer on Voltage. I could go on all day, but suffice it to say that shit’s not adding up. You’re a grown ass man spitting all the same bitter vitriol as an angry middle school girl. You’re too old to be recycling shit that Cailin Dillon was bitching about five years ago. From where I’m standing, it just looks like I’m not afraid of a good prizefight -- and I seem to win most of the ones I get into. And make no mistake about it, that indeed is a prize on your shoulder...so why do you believe that I’m lowering myself to fight you if that’s never even come out of my mouth? Trust me, if I didn’t think you or that championship were worth my time, I would’ve said so. Better yet, I wouldn’t have stepped to you in the first place. And even when I’m looking you dead in the eyes and telling you that I respect you as a competitor and as a champion, you’ve made up your mind that I’m still coming for an easy payday.

Do I think I’m better than you, or do you think I’m better than you? Choose your words carefully.

Honey, you’re doing a better job of talking me up than I am! I appreciate it, I really do. In regards to all of the success I’ve experienced, I own it, because I’ve earned every single bit of it. And with my failures, I have no choice but to own those as well. You’ve been the orchestrator of your own successes and defeats, too. You toppled Arata to become the Spartans Championship through willpower and determination, and it wasn’t the machine that was keeping you down when things weren’t going your way. It wasn’t the executives or the sponsors conspiring against you when you were irrelevant or had fallen off the map completely. That was you. If anyone is making light of the challenge they’re dealing with, it’s you. You’re right, you’re not denying my accomplishments, but that’s only because you can’t; they’re stamped in history and there’s no disputing them. Your problem -- the one that will be instrumental in you eventually eating shit in front of all of LA -- is that you’re overlooking the woman behind all of that. You’re not lacing up your boots to compete with a lengthy list of achievements. You’re not going toe-to-toe with my endorsements. You’re fucking with the woman behind all of that. You’re tired of being second best to people like me? On one hand I want to say that means you need to step your game up, but on the other...I want to tell you that you’ve never actually dealt with anyone like me, and that’s why you’re as pressed as you are.

No matter what I say or do, this disconnect between us is gonna persist all the way through Final Destination, and it’s beginning to dawn on me why that is. Everything I say, everything I do, the fact that I had the audacity to even think about that belt is somehow a personal attack against you. So much so that now you’re talking out the side of your neck and saying that you’re prepared to end my career if worse comes to worse.

Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to make promises I can’t keep?

You’re not the first person to think they had the juice to put me on the shelf personally. Nobody decides when I’m hanging it up except for me. Do yourself a favor and keep this cute and clinical. I’d say you shouldn’t try and turn this into anything but a title match, but now it’s too late for that. I’ve had bigger and badder men than you tell me that they were gonna take me out, and do you know where the majority of them are now? Retired, struggling for screen time, or in Wrestleworld. I’ll let you decide which of the three is the worst. I’m great about rising to the occasion, though. So if some personal, grudge match type shit is what you clearly want, who am I to deny that to you? You think you’re about to end my career in my city? In front of my husband, my family, and everyone who’s ever believed in me? You’re smoking whatever Llorona’s trafficking. As much as you talk about Kenny and ride his coattails, you better be ready to join him if you’re talking reckless like that. You’re not gonna take my livelihood, J.D. I won’t let you. If I have to be the one to end the grand resurgence of J.D. Damon, then I’ll be that person. And when you revert to your old self and backslide into the abyss for five years afterward, don’t act surprised. You’ve been here before, remember? When this started, all I wanted was that belt, but now, I have a point to prove. You’re a wolf without his Wolvesden, honey...a relic of The Frontline from happier times, and if I have to euthanize you in front of the entire world, I will -- but just remember that you asked for it.

Surely, though, I’m still the bad guy here, somehow. You’re ready to send me straight to Jesus over this belt, and I’m somehow the villain just for wanting it in the first place. The bullshit about how there’s more to wrestling than titles comes from people who never won any. That’s what so much of this shit lives and dies by, so please, without getting in your feelings, without going on some tangent about how people like me are always coming for what you have, tell me what I did wrong?

Don’t worry, I’ll wait.

Yeah, I was worried about the Tag Team Championships back at Civil War. Along with Stephanie, I walked into that show to defend my belt. That’s what a champion does. You put the Spartans Championship on hold for that night, and what did it get you, aside from a Match of the Year award and a whole lot of trauma? Kenny made a noble sacrifice, and it tears me up inside that he’s not here with us anymore, but who the fuck are you to hold that over anyone else’s head? We chose different paths where The Great War was concerned, but it makes no difference now if we’re standing in the same spot and competing for the same belt. It was easy enough for you to play nice when we were on the same side during that tag team match, but now that the eleventh hour is rolling around, your true colors are starting to show.

The facade of the self-assured champion is slipping away, revealing the insecurity that lies beneath.

I believe you when you say you don’t fear me, but I believe that you fear what I can do. You question if you can bounce back after losing this belt. You question if you can replicate this success once again -- and you’d rather experience an OWA without me before returning to depths of the failure that you once knew so well. The path that you walk in the aftermath of Final Destination is none of my business. Wherever you eventually end up, it does nothing to distract me from the fact that I still have a goal to accomplish. Despite how personal you’ve made it all, this was never about you. Get that through your head. Laying you out is now just a means to an end for me. With your luck, you’ll wake up from your foolish haze just in time to see me walking off into the sunset with my Spartans Championship -- and the knowledge that not even you could stand between me and my desire to become a Grand Slam Champion, taking that belt to even higher heights in the process.

Maybe you’re right, J.D. Maybe I do get everything I want. It’s a shame I want your head on a silver platter, then.

VaeVictisBD, Michael Bishop, Abholos, Zumi, J.D. Damon, Arata Asakura, Devi Krysis and have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 5:50 pm by **Zumi**

FINAL DESTINATION 3 - PROMO #2

Life in Los Angeles for Final Destination week has been quite a lot of fun for Azumi and her loved ones who have come and watch her compete at Final Destination along with her inductions. Shots of the hall of fame are shown with Azumi getting her Hall of Fame ring, a photoshoot alongside the rest of her HOF Class members Carlos Rosso, Aria Jaxon, and Niki Khan representing her late husband, and more photos of the Hall of Fame after party. The live footage is showing Azumi there as she finishes up her drink and goes over to Kira. Of course, she’s still wearing the same Kimono that she wore for the induction.

“I’m gonna head back to the hotel early. You and Eliza can stay if you want, I’ll ask Cloud or someone to give you a ride back to the hotel or grab a cab.” She kisses him on the cheeks as he looks at her. All through the week, her attitude has been off.

“You sure? It’s a party that’s celebrating your career and achievements.” Kira’s look of concern is still there for his wife as he asked her.

“Yeah, there’s three other Hall of Famers whose careers are also being celebrated. So me being gone isn’t a bad thing plus Eliza seems to be enjoying herself as well. If anyone asks just say I have JET stuff to do.” Azumi is about to leave but she’s stopped by Kira holding her hand.

“Before you go, when you meet her at Final Destination. Beat her within an inch of her life. Make her regret everything she has ever done and brought up.”

“I will.” Azumi nods at him as she waves both of them before heading out of the huge ballroom where the event is being held. As the bouncers open the door for her, flashes of camera and media personnel barrage her with questions but Azumi seems to avoid them and makes her out of the building.

---

Footage cuts to Azumi’s hotel room where she opens up her laptop before turning on her webcam. Azumi has changed out of her kimono for typical nightclothes, just a t-shirt, and sweatpants. The camera is recording as it catches Azumi in a very unhappy mood but yet she shakes it off and begins to speak.

Talk about a long couple of days but fun days nonetheless, getting inducted into the OWA Hall of Fame was something else. It was a night that I will truly remember for a long time, to see everyone there. To see everyone there to celebrate the careers of all the inductees, myself including was quite a sight. As they say, becoming a Hall of Famer is truly the greatest achievement one can achieve. To become a Hall of Famer, it takes a long time to get to this point and for me, it took a decade. If becoming a world champion is like reaching the mountaintop after a long time and seeing the world from high above then becoming a Hall of Famer is like looking down from the heavens after taking your place in the pantheon on gods. Last year Tarah, Aren, Jacob, and Brody got their inductions and it was well deserved. This year it’s Aria, Carlos, Kenny, and I. This year’s class is a wide margin of different types of people who deserved No feeling was quite like that moment when I got my Hall of Fame ring and was able to wear it for the first time. Now… that ring is going to be on my finger for every media appearance from now on.

Azumi gladly shows off her new Hall of Fame ring, OWA’s logo is the main centerpiece of it along with her own initials on one side and the HOF Class year on the other side.

It’s a reminder that I’m the standard-bearer for Odyssey and not just the brand but women’s wrestling itself. It’s proof of all the hard work and what everything to do this day has led up to. It’s the recognition of a journey and when others from Odyssey are inducted, it will be my career that they have to be measured up to.

That includes you, Banshee. You really like to remind me that I’m some sort of “old relic” when I’m still under 30, just because I competed when you weren’t even around. Think of this for a moment, when you ruined my induction announcement. You were disrespecting the foundation on which you’re allowed to stand. If I’m someone from Odyssey’s past then you surely need a history lesson that I’m one of the four pillars of this brand. You’ll realize that the past can still compete with the present, I didn’t retire out of old age, and because of a broken-down body, I retired because of a wager match. I know that I could have kept going all way through as a full-time talent, yeah there was a feeling that I had lost my place on Odyssey. If people look back on it, they’ll see what I mean. I couldn’t realize the one goal I had, to become the first two-time OWA Women’s World Champion, I didn’t even make the cut for last year’s Athena’s Cup. So I had to take things into my own hands and wager my career because if I couldn’t beat Alyssa, there was no place for me on the brand. Never once did I slow down and I never will. So when this one-match contract expires after I beat you, I won’t go back to retirement. You’ll still hear about I’m still pushing and competing. All because you decided to run your mouth. Because I was going to keep that retirement status all the way through my life, never step back into a wrestling ring as a competitor but 2021 has been a year where people thought it was a good idea to piss me off. You and Scott Oasis being the two in particular. Maybe you should take his example and see what happened to him when you decided to mess with me and my loved ones.

And speaking of old, how are you going to call me a dinosaur when you look like something out of a bad HP Lovecraft story? Do you think I haven’t seen people like you? Someone being possessed by a demonic being, I’ve seen more than enough of those to the point where I feel like sending you, Havoc, Abholos, and anyone similar into space and letting all of you rot there until you all wither away into corpses. Because I’m tired of all the dark magic bullshit that you conjure up. At the end of the day, you are all the same, you want to use fear to take hold of your victims but you’ve forgotten one key thing about me. Fear is an emotion I can block, I don’t fear something that is nothing more than a small monster when I’ve toppled giants. I need you to understand that at the end of the day, you’re nothing more than some horrible annoyance who decided to keep poking at the old queen of the jungle. You thought sucker-punching me, attacking with a chain and pipe was a good idea? You’re going to regret giving me just a concussion because you should have put me into a coma. At Final Destination, I will put an end to this horror movie reject. A concussion is going to be tame compared to what you’ll get from me, none of that shit but rather I’m gonna put you away for good. Just doing Odyssey a favor by getting rid of its demonic pest.

Banshee, when you’re going to be down for good. Just before you lose consciousness I want you to look at me in the eyes and regret everything you’ve done. Not to me, of course, I can live with that. A concussion is something everyone in this sport has dealt with but rather I want you to regret ever thinking about hurting my mentor, my sister, and my husband before I knock you out and leave your realm as the victor.

Maybe then you’ll learn that when I give you a warning, you stick with it but you seem to not understand. Using your dark magic to conjure up your own fictional version of these people who you truly don’t understand. You would really think a man who has taken vows to spend his whole life with me would ever get a downgrade like you? Weak is something you seem to think that I am but yet ask everyone in OWA, I truly mean ask everyone about me. I’ll slap the face paint right off your face and send you back to whatever horror fanfiction you came from. And yet you somehow decided to take it a step further and bring up his first wife? I guess if Havoc can remind us about Kenny’s death, you can do the same. The only difference you chose to bring up not someone close to me personally but rather someone close to Kira. You decided to target my husband when your focus should be on me. I guess you’ve chosen to commit career suicide huh?

The expression on Azumi’s face tells a whole new story as she is angry but rather seething rage, it’s a controlled rage as she refuses to show anything for the camera.

To talk about a woman who is no longer alive. To stoop so low just to make my anger boil, even more than it already has. A death sentence is definitely something you’re looking for. For far too long I’ve seen you try to get under my skin and I’ll give you some points for doing just that but at the same time, I’ll have you understand that no one matters more in my life than those with who I share a bond with. Lucky for you, Aria and Stephanie found your little scooby-doo cartoon hilarious because you don’t come off as the Crown Bitch of Brutality but rather the Crown Bitch of Clowns.

Your game is something I’m willing to play because I’ll beat you there. In your realm, your rules, and everything you desired but the outcome will be the one that you will hate. An outcome that sees me walking into your realm and conquering EVERYTHING you throw at me!

This isn’t a wrestling match and I get that, I’m out of my element but I’m still Azumi Goto. Still, the woman who has pushed through every single obstacle. Still, the woman has slain giants, monsters and I’ll add a demon onto my list! Final Destination is where everything ends, every bit of malice that you have for me and I have for you will be unleashed but the one thing that I have me standing tall in the end is something that you will never have. Not this hall of fame career, not the accolades or the respect of the industry but the desire for revenge.

This isn’t for an accolade and there isn’t anything on the line like a few matches. Our battle is going to be about you learning that there is a certain line that NOBODY can cross, especially when it comes to me and those I consider my own.

I’ll see you at Final Destination and your little playground, bitch!

Azumi reaches forward and has her hand covering over the webcam as the video ends.

VaeVictisBD, Michael Bishop, Jeff X, Matsuda, Alyssa Grace and The Banshee have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 5:46 pm by **Stark**

(The feed opens up to the fiery pits of Hell. Stark is taking shots with The Crack Fiend and Abholos when he notices the camera.)

Stark: How did you get down here?

Cameraman: I had to kill myself to get down here and get an interview for Final Destination.

Stark: Oh damn, you’re really committed.

Cameraman: I was told Osama Al-Yamama could bring me back.

Stark: Oh yeah he could. But I’m going to tell him not to.

Cameraman: Man Sad

Stark: So an interview for Final Destination? I hear that shitty cac Nas is trying to call me out again. Osama was telling me about it the other day.

Cameraman: Oh well yeah we need an interview but I don’t have any questions. The interviewer didn’t want to kill themselves to come down here and they didn’t give me the question sheet before I hanged myself.

Stark: What the hell am I supposed to talk about then?

Cameraman: I don’t know… let me try to improvise? First and foremost, what are your thoughts on Nas calling you out?

Stark: What else is new. That bum had nothing else to do ahead of Final Destination so he called me out because he knows that I’ll make people care about our match more than if he just faced some random scrub to get an easy win. This guy and his ego man… If that’s what he wants, I’ll humor him. If he thinks he has a chance against me, maybe I’ll let him pretend that he has one. You don’t think I’ve seen everything he’s been showing the world in preparation for his “war” with me? Nas is going to gain powers from beasts like Kai D. Oh, training with the likes of Jaydayne Pendragon, even putting aside his business as the leader of The Blacklist just so that he can go up against Majin Stark and say that he’s stronger than a God…

Unlike you Nas, the epithet of God really means something when it comes to me. My mind, my powers, my ability to twist reality into whatever I want it to be… that’s something you’ll never have Nas. Your puny title of “God of Destruction” is a joke to me. The only thing you’re the God of is burying the Olympus midcard. You had one okay reign for like seven or eight months where you beat me while I was on an acid binge, scrubs like Miltiades who peaked at the TV Championship, and I can’t even remember who else because they probably don’t even matter - until you faced your first real threat in Jacob Senn and proceeded to immediately lose your Omega Heavyweight Championship, which since then has gone on to become nothing more than the laughingstock of World Championships in our industry - less prestigious than the Women’s World Championship, than the Omega World Championship, and I know this is going to make you BURN, but even the SSW Puroresu World Championship, and guess which one of us two won that.

So when it comes to our “Battle of the Gods'', we already know who’s the real God and who’s the fake - just like your credibility is fake, just like your little faction is fake, just like your Strong Style World Championship is fake… Nas, it looks like I’m seeing a little pattern here and it’s that everything you stand is for fake. Deep down you just want that same approval you used to get when you were the ultimate good guy in EAW, hanging onto your one good run five years ago. Live in the past if you wish but I have left all notions like that behind me to get to this point. I am a God and I have cemented myself as a legend greater than you’ll ever be, and I didn’t need to chase belts to do it.

Don’t they tell white folk not to play with ouija boards anyways? What the hell is Nas trying to summon a demon out of Hell for? Anyways, I am pissed without a doubt. I lost to that idiot Nathan Fiora twice in a row and people are telling me I’m washed now. I guess it’s time to get back there and show them exactly why everyone fears me more than they like me. Say, cameraman, do you think I’m washed?

Cameraman: Well to be honest maybe a little bit…

Stark: I see.

(Stark snaps his finger and the cameraman turns to ash. The camera falls but Stark sits down and gets in view.)

Stark: Do you see what happens to people who disrespect me Nas? You’ve made a lot of mistakes in your career without a doubt, I know putting your morals in front of you and leaving a company where you were the hero of all heroes really did get you down and I’m sure that’s a mistake that may still give you little pings of regret to this day.

But I’m going to have to go ahead and show you that calling me out is not just going to be a mistake you remember for the rest of your career, it’s going to be the mistake that ends your career and leave you laying comatose in in the hospital wondering where the fuck it all went wrong, and I’ll tell you right now, it’s simple enough.

You let your ego get in the way and fucked with the wrong guy.

(Stark steps up and stomps on the camera, breaking it and ending the feed.)

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

Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 5:38 pm by **Michelangelo**

A BLACKLIST PROMO:
THE GRAND EXPEDITION FOR THE OASIS
ELIXIR OF PERFORMANCE ENHANCEMENT

We open on a camera shot through a pair of binoculars as Nero Darkbringer sits on the grass in an unfamiliar jungle setting, eating macaroni and cheese from a large bowl.

CHASE: And here we have the Cetinich Neromalia, commonly referred to by humans as the Nero Darkbringer, sitting in his natural habitat of the rainforest jungle. The macaroni and cheese dish is a popular snack among the Cetinich species, an unhealthy meal that is often eaten multiple times over the course of a single day. This is an interesting member of this species however. Most male Cetinich Neromalia are incapable of cooking for themselves and instead the mother will often make their meals, hoping to please their offspring in fear that a mistake may result in their immediate death.

Nero suddenly turns to face the binoculars with a scowl. He throws his fork at the binoculars and he just barely whiffs by Chase Vedder’s head, who is comically dressed in expedition attire that looks as though it was bought on sale at a Halloween store. There’s even a tag on it.

NERO: Are you gonna keep this up all day?!

CHASE: Of course, Nero! You are my brother and we need to get you in tip-top condition. Do not take this the wrong way but you are hardly myself or CM Nas. It was the flawless teamwork that he and I showed that lead to The Blacklist winning the OWA Tag Team Championships and so an extremely high bar has been set for your performance at Final Destination 3! Not to mention how we’ll be squaring off against not one, not two, but three teams this time around! The last time that happened The Blacklist was fucked on harder than Jeff X’s living room couch! Let’s be honest, Nero, my friend, my partner… as much as it pains me to say it: You are not CM Nas.

Nero stands up. Osama Al-Yamama suddenly steps over and in front of him.

OSAMA: Not yet, anyway! But you will be! In fact, you’re already making your way there. Just listen to your voice! The two of you sound incredibly similar. As a practitioner of the dark arts I can tell you that is definitely not a coincidence, my child.

NERO: First of all, don’t touch me. Second of all, why are you even helping us?! Shouldn’t you be carrying Stark’s bags?

OSAMA: How dare you! Stark has other people for that. I am helping you because it is the right thing to do.

There’s a pause.

OSAMA: I also may have snuck a roofie into CM Nas’ drink when he came to speak to me… but that is beside the point! We have all come here for a reason. What is that reason, my children?

NERO: How the fuck should I know? I got woke up at four o’clock in the morning and told to pack my bags and now suddenly I’m travelling through the rainforest with you fucking meatheads.

OSAMA: Chase? Have you not told him why we have journeyed to this sacred land?

CHASE: Of course I have! ...Right?

NERO: NO! YOU HAVEN’T!

CHASE: Oh.

There’s an awkward silence

CHASE: We’re here for your sake, of course! And mine too, as a matter of fact. Not that I would need what we are looking for but such performance enhancement never hurt anyone, right?

NERO: Performance… enhancement? You don’t mean--.

CHASE: No! I definitely don’t mean that kind of performance enhancement! ...I don’t think I do anyway. When I saw how many teams we would be competing against and saw that Nas would be busy with Majin Stark I took it upon myself to speak to this great man here, Osama Al-Yamama, and he guided me to stories of a magic elixir. The Aztecs called it the “Oasis Elixir of Performance Enhancement”. Or something like that. The Aztecs were a savage people so they didn’t exactly know how to speak English. All I know is that this oasis is somewhere in the rainforest and that there are a tribe of people named the Ooga Boogas who can help show us the way.

NERO: That’s not their name. I know it isn’t.

CHASE: It is! I swear it is! I’ve even learned how to--

There’s a sudden rustling from the trees above them. Without warning a rainforest native leaps out at the expedition group and strikes at a spot in the ground. The three members of the expedition group collectively yell out in shock and fear as they’re pulled up into the sky in a large net.

TRIBESMAN: AGHHHHH! REEEEEE! AGHAAAHA!

Chase scrambles into a position where he can look at the tribesman, doing his best to avoid being attacked by the stone-tipped spear being thrust in his direction. His eyes widen as he realises that this is one of the people from the tribe he was talking about.

CHASE: Ooga Booga?! Ooga Booga!

The tribesman cocks his head to the side, raising an eyebrow.

TRIBESMAN: Wooga? Oogie Woogie!

CHASE: Woogie Booga Boogie!

The tribesman nods his head then turns to the rope holding up the trio of travellers. He takes out a stone knife and cuts them down, causing Chase, Osama and Nero to fall hard onto the floor.

OSAMA: Good job, young Chase. There may be hope for this journey yet.

CHASE: I agree-- Hold on! You doubted this?!

OSAMA: Yes. If I am being honest I fully expected the two of you to have died brutal deaths in the first minutes of us setting foot in this jungle. I planned to leave your bodies here to rot and decay and be feasted upon by the wildlife. It seems that may not be necessary.

Nero says nothing, allowing the expression on his face to instead signal to Chase just how upset he is with him and the situation he has placed them in. Chase grimaces, knowing he’s in trouble, before turning to the tribesman.

CHASE: Dooga doogie… name?

TRIBESMAN: Moogie T’Jason . T’Jason Skilled.

CHASE: Noogie to moogie, T’Jason Skilled. Hooga booga?

T’JASON: Yoogie.

T’Jason leads the group of weary travellers through the jungle forest and they begin making their way to his tribe’s camp. The closer they get the more their nostrils are invaded by the pungent smell of marijuana. Osama laughs at the smoke rising through the trees.

OSAMA: Ah yes. I remember the Ooga Boogas. Did I ever tell you the story about when I took him here? This is the place that inspired him to create the One Strain. The people here are the biggest enthusiasts of the marijuana plant I have ever seen. I personally do not partake due to my religious beliefs but Stark is an all-powerful being and demanded that I show him the ways of these people.

NERO: So you did all that and this guy doesn’t recognise you? You’re not exactly the most difficult person to forget. Just look at you.

OSAMA: The marijuana plants grown here are incredibly powerful. They are stronger than even my magic. When you are under the influence of such a thing it is difficult to retain your memory. It is a common side effect of the plant but Stark has told me that it is worth it if you wish to ascend.

CHASE: I think we will have to try some for ourselves then. I have plenty of childhood memories I could do with repressing. What do you think, Nero?

NERO: ...You’re going to make me do it anyway regardless of whether I say yes or no so fuck it. Sure.

CHASE: Excellent!

T’Jason stops the group and looks up to the trees. He whistles. After a moment of hesitation the trees suddenly begin to part as they are pulled away by cranks, revealing T’Jason’s tribal village.

T’JASON: Wooga Blackanda!

T’Jason turns and crosses his arms over his chest. Chase and Osama do the same in response with Nero copying them a step behind. T’Jason leaves them to walk into the village and take in their new surroundings.

CHASE: So this is Blackanda? It’s not as cool as I expected. I was expecting Black Panther or at least Coming To America and instead we’ve got Madagascar 2.

NERO: Oh my God you are so fucking racist.

OSAMA: Fear not, child. These people are much more advanced than they appear. They have all taken the right of ascension, just as the two of you have agreed to. First, however, I suggest you take a look around. They have plenty of coconut milk at the bar and there is a strip club with many fine, beautiful women in the back that will do just about anything for two fine men like yourself. Come nightfall we will speak to the village emperor T’Jahwalker and he will guide you through the ascension.

CHASE: I don’t know about Nero but the only females I’m interested in are the Bahama Mamas! Besides, we need to keep our stamina for the Final Destination match. We can’t let someone old Karen hag like April Chong get one over us now can we? Let’s head to the bar.

NERO: You can’t say that!

Nero shakes his head but Chase just shrugs. The two of them walk to the “bar”, which is little more than a hut with some wooden stools and a bucket full of coconuts behind a wooden table. Chase and Nero sit down and the first thing that Chase notices is a list of VIPs sitting on the table in front of them. At the top of the list is Stark, followed by names such as Big Naheem and Carlos Rosso. Nero, meanwhile, sees on the other side of the table that there is also a list of banned customers: Tyler Parker, Chris Elite, Ryo Sakazaki and Chad Kennedy are the names that stand out to him.

BARTENDER: How can I help you boys?

CHASE: Whoa! You speak English?!

BARTENDER: Of course! I serve patrons from all across the globe. English is my second language.

Nero shakes his head in shame.

NERO: We’ll take two coconuts.

CHASE: Actually, do you have apple juice?

NERO: Apple juice? Are you serious?

CHASE: What’s wrong with apple juice?!

Nero shakes his head again.

BARTENDER: A coconut and a cup of apple juice coming right up.

The two members of Blacklist are handed their drinks. Chase cringes slightly when he realises his drink has been served to him in a cup made of mud. This time he’s the one who shakes his head. He turns to Nero.

CHASE: ...So this match, huh? I can’t believe they put us up against so many losers. I mean just look at the females they decided to bring over from Odyssey. April Chong is so old they’d be putting her in the GILF category on PornHub and I don’t think that her partner Revy has even won a single match by herself in OWA. Why are they deserving?!

NERO: Didn’t you lose to Mark Michaels? I’m trying to fuck people up, not be the one getting fucked up. Not taking people seriously is exactly how that happens!

CHASE: The Awakening cheated! Mark Michaels is a brain dead loser and his win means nothing, especially when I have a win over Nas himself!

NERO: Oh yeah. How could I forget? It’s not like you bring it up all the fucking time.

CHASE: For good reason! That’s the kind of level I’m trying to bring you to! The CM Nas level! Not the Teddy Mac and Big Naheem level or some bullshit like that. We’re gonna wipe the floor with these turd cutters! I don’t care if Teddy Mac is a former tag team champion! He’s built like Grimace and is teaming with a black man. He’s immediately at a handicap!

NERO: Jesus Christ.

CHASE: No, not him, you racist! He’s teaming with Big Naheem! The big guy that follows Senn around like he’s got him on a leash. Why are they in this match? They haven’t even teamed together! I have more history with Teddy Mac than Big Naheem does for crying out loud! Then you have Reginald Dampshaw III and Milk Tiddieswho… who… I don’t know. What business do they have being in this match?!

NERO: You have no idea what you’re talking about at this point, do you?

CHASE: I don’t need to! I’m the best wrestler in this match by far -- no offense. You’re a good second and we’ll make you even greater soon enough, my Blacklist brother.

The two finish off their drinks. Night soon begins to fall and torches are lit around the village. The villagers begin playing drums and singing as Osama comes into the bar and calls for them both.

OSAMA: Come on, boys! It is time for you to meet the village elder and ascend!

Chase and Nero leave the bar with Osama and several of the villagers walk with them, singing and dancing as they lead the group down a red carpet that leads to a large throne surrounded by more torches and ornaments. Sitting on the throne is a large man in facepaint and wearing a headdress. He has a bowl of a blue-ish green liquid in his hands.

T’JAHWALKER: Behold, the caucasity! Welcome to our village of Blackanda, my pasty, white brethren. It has come to my attention that the two of you wish to ascend. You have come at a most fortunate time. This is The Night of Highest Ascension! My old friend Osama says you were brought here to find the Oasis Elixir of Performance Enhancement. The right of ascension is exactly what the two of you need. It will show you the way to what you are looking for… but be warned. Many have tried to find the elixir… and many have failed. The two of you have a tumultuous journey ahead of you. The beginning of that journey is here in Blackanda should you choose to take part.

T’Jahwalker presents Nero and Chase the bowl of blue-ish green liquid.

T’JAHWALKER: First you must drink this. It will help defend against the memory loss of our sacred marijuana strain.

Nero and Chase are both handed a mud cup and they scoop up as much of the liquid as they can. Chase takes a deep breath before drinking his while Nero wastes no time.

T’JAHWALKER: Now come with me.

The two Blacklist members are led away into a dark area of the village… until they reach a greenhouse lit up with electrical lighting. T’Jahwalker turns to them and points to the plants growing inside the greenhouse.

T’JAHWALKER: This is the sacred marijuana strain. Are you prepared?

Chase and Nero both nod.

T’JAHWALKER: Very well.

The village elder unlocks the greenhouse and takes out a large marijuana plant. He carefully cuts the leaves from the plant and places them into a large grinder. After grinding the marijuana together he turns the leftovers into two blunts with plenty still left over. He gives Nero and Chase a blunt each.

T’JAHWALKER: Here you are. Smoke this and you will find your way to the elixir. I hope that you succeed in capturing it.

CHASE: HERE WE GO! TIME TO SMOKE THAT GOOD KUSH!

Chase takes a puff of the blunt… and then, after a few seconds, he falls flat on his face and begins tripping out. He sees visions of a giant, rocky basin with a seemingly endless waterfall. Behind it is a large, rocky monument… and on the face of the rock is Stark. He suddenly begins astral projecting in his vision, seeing himself, Nero and Osama all standing before the basin and drinking from it. They become visibly stronger and more agile, lifting up some of the large rocks and flipping through the air to test out their newfound abilities. The vision ends no sooner than it began, however, and Chase wakes up lying in the mud with the sun having risen.

CHASE: What the fuck?! Did Osama just get me roofied too?!

Chase stands up and walks into the main village where Nero and Osama are. They’re chatting by one of the huts when he catches their attention.

OSAMA: Ah! I was wondering when you would wake up!

CHASE: What the hell, Osama?! Did you leave me like that all night?

OSAMA: Nero did not collapse and says he did not see anything. Since you did I figured waking you up might ruin our chances of finding the elixir’s location.

Chase scowls.

CHASE: Well I did. There’s a rock with Stark’s face on it and there’s a whole pool of it there. I can’t tell if he carved it there himself or if someone else did it but someone must know where it is.

OSAMA: Ah yes! The Rock of Majin! I know where that is. I carved Stark’s face into it myself.

NERO: ...So we came here and went through all this for something you knew the location of?!

CHASE: Fuck you, Osama!

OSAMA: Fuck you! I just wanted to hang out with you guys. I can instant transmission us there now.

Osama Al-Yamama snaps his fingers and they suddenly appear at the Stark of Majin. Just as the vision showed there is an entire rocky basin full of shining, glimmering water.

CHASE: This is it! This is the elixir!

Chase rushes forward and takes out a large bottle, scooping up as much as he can..

CHASE: We’re gonna beat these motherfuckers in no time with this elixir! They’re not taking our OWA Tag Team Championships! Now way no how!

Osama smirks, as does Nero. They all gather as much of the elixir as they can as the scene fades to black.[/color]

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

Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 5:08 pm by **MYŌJIN**

The night sky was a beautiful way to escape from one's problems.

Sure, living in San Diego would have one believe that because of California being so urban- it would be just a pitch-black sky. But that wasn't really the case. Where the Kuromiya family lived, it was easy to see the stars and the moon. It was like a small pocket where the heavens above weren't hidden by clouds or polluted by man-made creations. It was simply just a stunning sight to see. One that a very young Shouta wouldn't trade for the world as he sat on the roof with his knees brought up to his chest.

After all, a lot had been on his mind that day. Some unfortunate news had arrived to the Kuromiya family, news about his brother. He was the only one of the three siblings that had been a professional MMA fighter at the time- and had been successful at the sport, a prodigy even. Shouta looked up to him... But earlier in the year, he had experienced a devastating injury- one too many concussions, that revealed that if he stepped in the octagon again.. Well, he could risk further brain damage. His brother was told that his career was over and that he needed to retire for his own health.

It had been hard for Shouta to see someone that enjoyed what he did have to let go of it. To see someone he thought of as invincible be put down. What hurt worse was to see how much it affected Satoshi emotionally, as much as he attempted to act as if he felt fine.. Everyone could tell otherwise.

The Californian sun had set not too long ago. Orange and pink-tinted clouds replaced with dark blues, purples, outlining the darkness above.

Whenever he felt stressed or had much to think about, the youthful boy would always climb out of his room's window onto the roof and just sit- headphones on, listening to his favorite playlists of lo-fi and other relaxing genres. It was always what he needed to wind down, and it always made him feel better. Being alone while having the experience to himself simply felt amazing. He leaned his head against the exterior of his window frame- until he felt a light shove at his shoulder that gave him a jolt.

“Ah! What the hell?!”

It was his sister, Akira, who wore a shit-eating grin on her face as she laughed. The younger sibling shoved her shoulder in retaliation as she climbed in to sit down next to him. “Why would you do that?! What is wrong with you?!”

[color:53fd=c72c41]“You should have seen the look on your face! It was priceless.” She mentioned through her snickering while settling down next to him. It seemed Shouta's moment of enjoying his alone time had abruptly ended. She was always loud, unapologetic, and humorously (at least to herself) brash to both him and their older brother. It was absolutely annoying but something he had learned to deal with.

“So, whatcha up to, lil bro?” She asked, sitting similarly to him as she looked up at the sky as well.

He raised his eyebrow toward her, taking an earbud out with a skeptical frown. “You don't usually come out to ask me dumb questions.”

“I can’t just check up on my little brother now and then to see if he's okay? I’m a bitch, but that doesn't mean I’m evil.” She responded, still wearing that easy-going smile on her face as they both sat staring at the shiny dots far away in the sky. They both stayed silent for some passing moments, as her smile began to fade. Akira turned to look toward him as his eyes trailed to look down at the ground below them.

“You're worried about Satoshi too, aren’t you?” Shouta asked softly, turning to look back toward her. She nodded solemnly with a deep breath as she scooted over to sit closer to him, placing an arm around his shoulders.

“Of course I am, he hasn't been taking things well and I don't think I've seen him smile in what feels like months.” She spoke, her voice quieter and less confident than usual. Shouta leaned his head against her, biting his lip with a worried look growing on his face.

“And you still want to do MMA? After what happened to him?”

Akira paused, “Of course I do. You don't?"

Shouta didn't respond as she turned to look him in the eyes. “As scary as it is, it’s my passion. I absolutely love to fight. I don't think I’d give it up- am I scared of getting injured or hurt like that? Definitely, I mean… who isn’t? But it's what I love. I’d rather do what I enjoy and possibly get hurt than to miss out on it, you know?” She explained.

“It’s just.. Are you sure that it's worth that? Worth all the crap that it brings?”

“Shouta, if something is your dream- it's always worth it. If there is something you want badly, then your strength will get you through the bullshit. Satoshi may have to retire, but do you think he regrets doing what he found fun?”

The teen's eyes brightened up at the question. “No.. I don't think so.”

“Exactly. You should never be afraid to chase your dreams. I know that's what I'm gonna do, and I know you're capable of that as well- after all, you are a stubborn little punk.” She lightly elbowed him in the side as her playful grin returned.

Shouta winced, but elbowed her back. “Shut up! You know, I was actually having a good time until you came up here!”

“I know, but I couldn't let you enjoy yourself too much.” She giggled as she leaned against the window frame. Shouta couldn't help but to find himself giggling as well.

“Well, I'm going to head back inside, alright? If you need anything, let me know.” Akira said, her grin turning into a brief but heartfelt smile as she went back in. Shouta nodded toward her as she made her way out and looked back up, running his hand through his then dark hair as he sighed.

The things he wanted to accomplish were like the stars in the sky. So bright, seemingly so close, but in reality very distant. That didn't change how he felt about them though. Shouta was more of a realist than he was an optimist. He knew the things that he wanted would only be gained by working his butt off. He knew there would always be a chance of him ending up like his older brother as much as that terrified him.

But that wouldn't stop him from trying. Shouts held his hand out above his face, reaching out for the stars above as a little smile appeared on his face. He knew for a fact that he was made for bigger things.

Like Akira said, he would never be afraid to try his best to reach that.

*********

It's funny..

After making Ryo Sakazaki tap out, after beating the so-called big and bad scary Miltiaded and Dampshaw- I'm still in the opening match of Final Destination 3 while those three get some serious fights because I was caught off guard for one single match. Just one- and now I'm here, participating in the BOB Games- to win something, a prize that I don't even know of. That's crazy, right?

Now, unlike Jacob Knight, I don't really mind that. I'm happy to even be on the biggest pay per view and even happier to finally get a chance to finally prove myself beyond just a few matches. I'll put in the effort like I always do, after all, I'm an ambitious bitch.

...Ambition, let's talk about that word.

So many of us in the sport love to say that we have ambition, that we have the drive and the killer instincts needed to push ourselves as far as we can possibly go. That we'll take any chance we can get to push ourselves to the top of the mountain and show just what we're made of. Yet, I dunno, it doesn't seem like many of us actually mean that when we say it.

I really mean the rest of you when I say "we".

Let's face it, the reason most of us are in this match is either because we didn't manage to capitalize on our earlier chances or are new. Savannah, as much as I like her, is here in this match because she has a lot to prove after being gone for so long and this is her best shot. Elijah Hampton hasn't really amounted up to anything. Devi Krysis is just Devi Krysis. Jacob Knight who sees himself as some kind of hero that'll save wrestling hasn't oe a lot of that. Daisy Thrash is looking for some relevance once more.

Me? Well, I'm looking to right a wrong. I had a chance at qualifying at Ascension To The Heavens- and I choked, as simple as that. Maverick had my number by using some mystical shit- and this match? Despite the odds, despite being against so many other people, I have the opportunity to go the distance. If I win this? It doesn't matter what the prize is, all that matters is that I'm the one standing tall. I'm the one walking away victorious with more credit to my name and my skill.

If I can do that, then there's one more chance to the top.

And when I look around at the opponents I'll be facing soon, I'm not so sure that I see that same motivation in the opponents I'll be facing. There's some in this match that really doesn't seem to show any fire more so than usual. Well, Savannah, does and I give her credit. I also thank her for her help at the last Kingdom-

But that's where my politeness ends, Sav. I like you, you're a breath of fresh air when it comes to the edgy boys and girls that all sit around in OWA- but I can't help but notice that you're treating this as your comeback, that you're going to be the winner and this'll be your redemption arc- your fairytale ending.

Sorry, sweetie, but I can't have that. You're a fighter that has history here in OWA, a history of wasting chance after chance that you were given. Opportunity after opportunity- and as good as you are, you were never hungry enough. Should've, would've, could've but never did. Do I think you're weak? No, I'd be a moron if I did- especially after teaming with you. But honey, I refuse to lose to you. I refuse to have a chance at greatness be taken away from me by someone who spent their time-wasting such chances. You can go back to spending your time on Twitter being obnoxious with Jason once we're done.

I can't take anyone that dresses up like a guest in a Miami Vice episode seriously, Elijah, sorry. That haircut really doesn't do you any favors at all. You seem a bit full of yourself and that plus your bad fashion quickly makes me want to kick your ass.

Devi Krysis, instead of building herself up to find some actual talent, has resorted to whining and complaining about everything. She's so upset and calling out plenty of names while basically being the female equivalent to Ryo Sakazaki when it comes to be a skilled wrestler. While she could be more focused on how to improve herself, she's convinced everything around here is the problem- not herself. Speaking of complaining, hi Knight! How ya doin', babe? For someone that claims he wants to make the world of wrestling better, I don't think I've seen you do a lot of that, have I? Most I've seen you do so far is bitch about your circumstances instead of doing your best to capitalize on them.

Also Daisy Thrash? Please shut the fuck up, mmmkay?

As much as I plan on beating Savannah, I did not carry to her win. We helped and planned with each other to win that tag match. It's funny that you of all people want to call someone weak when you've been wrestling since, what, 2008? And still don't have much to show for it. You're missed potential just like she is, if not more so. Your mean girl impression doesn't impress anybody and if you need some makeup advice, please just say so. That purple lipstick isn't for you. People like you irritate me when you act so superior without any right to. Maybe after this you'll find something to actually amount to.

Kenneth Ishikari? That names sound familiar. Aren't you the dork that was in Wrestleworld for maybe a few weeks then dipped afterward? I know this is a bit funny coming from me, but… You look like an idiot in that get up. Of course I'm prettier than you. I mean, look at me… then look at your scrunched-up old man face with poorly dyed hair. You're one of the two that got beat up by Miltiades and Dampshaw, right? I knew they were picking at the bottom of the barrel when it came to wins, but… Yikes. You calling the women in this match inferior when they'll probably knock your ass out quicker than anyone else does.

Then there's the silent man with the pedo mustache, Samuel Ogden. It seems that no matter how much I try to move on, you're like an annoying roach that always ends up in my way. How did it feel to get thrown out of the Clash by me? I don't have much to say about you, I've had your number twice now and it'll be a third time soon. Maybe after that I'll finally get rid of your creepy ass.

As much as everyone loves to hear themselves talk, throwing jabs and proclaiming how they'll be the winner- how they'll win the prize and be better than everyone else. I can't help but notice that all of these people seem to forget about me, it's almost as if I don't exist to them. Overlooking me is a big, BIG mistake. Yeah, I may be the newest to OWA in this match- but if you've seen what I have accomplished outside of it, you'd know why I am the Shining Star. I shine brighter than anyone else. We all have a lot of reasons coming into this match, a lot of desires- but it all comes down to one thing: Who's the most ambitious?

I am. And I'm going to show that to the rest of you and everyone watching at home. Don't believe me? I can't wait to make you look stupid.

See you all soon, bitches.

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

Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 4:18 pm by **Michael Bishop**

Chicago, 2021

A few days before Blood Sports V

[93.9FM]: ‘-Sorry to pause the music but we’ve got an Ad break; On April 2nd, one of the biggest promotions in the United States: The Omega Wrestling Alliance is holding their third end of the season event ‘Final Destination 3….’.

‘This will be Omega’s third time going with their show of all shows, and features new and old faces. The Three day event will feature world title main events including the likes of Jeff X, Christopher Sabertooth, Darkane, Arata Asakura, and more..-’

‘But for you locals to Chicago, it also means our boy, Michael Bishop, is defending his Outlaw Championship against an up and coming fighter; Theodor Pavel. Now I’m all for these crazy kids coming from the balkans and siberia, but one things for sure… if this kids going head to head with Bishop, he’s going to need to bring a fuckin’ gun-’.

(... It’s still snowing in Chicago, the last remnants of winter making their presence known as a light snowfall hits the second city during the night. Bo Maro is in Bishop’s mustang, driving slowly through the night down the road….. The Outlaw Champion himself is in front…).

(He’s tired, but he carries on. He started all the way down in Southworks, an area of the city just shy of the Indiana border. From there he put on a weighted vest and began to walk. A walk turned into a jog, a jog turned into a run. A run then turned into a death march well into the night, as Bishop continues to run through the snow just shy of the headlights…).

Bo Maro: God damn mongoloid…

(Bo looks at the route on Maps: 17.6 miles elapsed)

(So much time has passed, Bo’s ran through a pack of cigarettes, 3 coffees… and even went back on what he said about caffeine and cracked open a few Monster Energy drinks… Bishop was well past the southside, he’d passed the aquarium, navy peir, god a good view of the Sears Tower on his way past Michigan Avenue. And now here they were… Evanston. The far most northern point of the city….).

(Bo looks against to maps: 19.2 miles…… 19.7……. 20 Miles Elapsed).

(Bo slams on the breaks, and rolls the window down: That’s it, we’re done!!!).

Michael Bishop: Fuckin’.... Hell….

(Bishop’s jog comes to a stop, he staggers a bit…. He pulls the ripcord on the vest and it falls to the ground, the metal echoing throughout the old factories around. Bo exits the car… gazing to the right to get a view of Lake Michigan and all of the boats crossing it’s waters…. He walks past Bishop, tossing a bottle of water at his feet. Bishop drops to a knee, beginning to inhale the bottle).

(Bo lights his emergency cigar…).

Bo Maro: 20 fuckin’ miles…. The same route a young contender to the UCD Heavyweight Championship made about… 13 years ago, is it? I know you’re fuckin’ gassed Michael, or as close to it as a fuckin’ cardio crackhead like you comes, so just listen….; They will look back on this moment in history. A hungry challenger, who has fought from the pits of Romania,versys a reigning, defending champion who neither hell, heaven, or a 700 day in purgatory could keep down.

You carry a legacy with you, you have a target on your back…. When they look back on this… will they see how fate finally got it’s way? The destiny of a prodigy stepped all over you… your time in the underground, fighting up to the professional leagues… and made you nothing more than one of the over the hill legends you’ve put down?

No… Michael I’ve corned a lotta god’ damn fighters, you hear me? Boxers, kick boxers, muay thai specialists, MMA fighters- everything. But you…. You’ve always been different. There’s an aura you have circulating around your presence, an indomitable will coupled only with the most cruel, harsh realist fuckin’ confidence that coulda’ only been born from a sociopathic coach like you had…

… When they look back on this shit in the history books, they’re gonna see the resurgence of The Dreadknight. The second coming, planting your flag and putting an exclamation point on an already fuckin’ estatic title reign. A no holds barred display only capable by a man so seeped in his resolve and a knowledge base so vast… he not only overwhelmed the challenger, but swallowed ‘em whole.

(Bishop crushes the water bottle, he gazes up at Bo, who throws the finished cigar on the ground, and stomps the ashes into the snowy asphalt).

Bo Maro: Only question is….. Are you still here, Michael Bishop?

(Bishop drives a fist into the ground, he forces himself up and rises to his feet).

Michael Bishop: ... Still standing.

Why have I done, what I’ve done. For the last 20 years why have I stayed the course I’ve been on and have been driven to do what I do…. Everyone has something they fight for… the motivation that fuels the fire deep within us to walk into that cage, that ring, and commit the violence upon other men from bell to bell. You wears yours on your sleeve, a badge of honor that more men should strive to wear proudly; You fight for your family, Theo. You fight for your wife, you fight for the children you will have. The hunger that you smack your lips, bear your jaws, and sink your teeth down into your enemy for is one that is driven to do whatever it takes to get that kill, for them. That money, for them. To see yourself build a legacy and improve this place and the world so they may never have to endure one so harsh as the one we both tread upon….

…. I know it far too well.

The Dreadknight. That’s a nickname, a term; a brand that is forever burned deep into the tissue of my body and soul, something that I will never shake as long as I am still here and breathing. Do you know what it means, Theo? I come from a very down and dirty, grass roots beginning. Chicago. The midwestern concrete jungle where you need to fight for each and every inch of ground and soil or you will go home with nothing. Down there, it’s the gutter: Crime or fighting, you either dead reckon your way out of it or you will be swallowed whole, a place where the rules only make sense if you spit on your hands, grab the bull by the horns, and force them to.

To this day the challenges I faced in that uphill battle should’ve killed me, hell some came damn near close. Fighting cage fighters so methed up it took 107 strikes to the head to knock them out, the kind of men that tear at the skin on your forearm even as they’re neck deep in a rear naked choke. Being a young lad just a couple of years into the game, fighting goliaths on a Sunday, black belts on a Monday, and axe murderers on a Tuesday. You run that kind of gauntlet every day of the week, every week of the month- for a whole year, for several years. It calluses your soul… and it builds a legend.

A young boy who made himself a man, who fought tooth a nail through every single fight, win or loss, every single circuit, every beer house, bingo hall, and exhibition. Packing on more muscle to fight the rising tide of men, his body lined with scars of crosshairs that were trained but never found their mark. A man that not only fought for his life, every single fight, but his future, his family’s future, his beloved’s future, and those who weren’t strong enough to get as far as he did. A champion of the downtrodden, a gladiatorial figure in the flesh and blood that cut down each and every man in his way towards victory, towards goal, showing every single person who watched from beyond the steel link that they could do it. That he could do it. That the path wasn’t impossible, it wasn’t unbreakable- A vicious motherfucker, whose teeth were as sharp as his elbows, who clawed his way through the ranks, bent the bars of his prison, and stepped out into the light after having made himself a myth.

It’s not some bad mothafucka who thought of that name while listening to some greatest hits of the 2000s, it was a chant cried out after every single knock out. Every single submission. Every single victory not only won for myself, but for my family. My blood. My wife. For all those in the gym who couldn’t muster the strength to go on, who’d been beaten down by combat sports so much they wanted to quit.

So when you look me in the eyes and you tell me, you do this for those you love. I understand. When you say you’re gonna come in there, and you’re gonna try and knock me out, I know why. Kid I want to say I’m sorry, but at the end of the day you know the score, and I’ve known it for too many decades to have any sympathy, misery, or regrets for it left.

Do you know how many times I’ve heard that? Seen that? To know the man standing across from me is doing it for something more? For something greater? Motherfucker I’ve done this dance a thousand times, I’ve heard that mantra a million times- Every single time I’ve had a young buck come up to me, tell me their family needs the money, tell me their kids need the support. It didn’t break me, it didn’t shake me, it didn’t stop me from dragging him down to the canvas, against that steel link cage wall, and beating his brain matter into the fucking ground. It didn’t stop me from wrapping their arms around their neck, and choking them until that fire was snuffed out. Every single time I heard them shout that into the mic, I breathed one sigh, just one.

-Then when the bell rang it all melted away. The smiles turned into a bloody grimace, the cheers turned into silence, the sound of a hopeful young man wanting to build his future turned into the pained growls of a man as I mauled him on the ground. Shaking the life out of him, beating the fight out of him, all the while his family, his lover, his children, all they could do was watch and scream. I’ve done this over and over, again. More times than I can count, more times than I can remember. I did it to Scott Oasis as his wife, Jasmine, pleaded for me to stop. I did it to cloud in front of her wife. Over and over again it echoes around in my mind, and yet, when I go home and lay down on my bed at night I sleep like a fuckin’ baby. It’s cause that is the fucking score, that is the way of the world.

Your fight needs to be harder than the man across from you, the fire that burns within you needs to be brighter, and hotter than what lies in his soul because if it ain’t, all you’re going back to those you care about with is disappointment, blood, and an IV bag strapped to your fuckin’ arm.

Every single day since I came back, I was called a shithead. I was called a piece of shit, for daring to fight for what I did all the way back then, what I still do. The reason I promised never to let malice or hatred control me again is cause I swore I would never let the kids in Philadelphia fight in a world as fucked up as we do right now. I promised my wife, that I would never let that kind of evil control my soul again.

Every single day I fought against a tide of opposition, every single day it would chip at me- The Queens, the Ashes, Shin Sekai, The Wolves. Soccer Kicks to the head and a bad finish, getting stabbed in the neck. Being handcuffed and left to hang above the Steel Asylum. A shot to the knee, a shot to the head, a shot to the knee, a shot to the knee, a shot to the knee. Again, and again, and again.

I hear it every single night, over and over: “Stay down, Bishop”, “It’s over, Bishop”. I see Kyle with the steel chair looming, I see Havoc with his boot on my neck, just as he was to Jeff. “It’s over, Michael”, “You’ve failed, Michael”. Every single time I’m face down on that canvas, coated in my own blood. “You’re washed up, Michael”, “It’s my time now, Michael”.

I plant my fist in the ground, and I force my old, angry, bitter and broken ass up, and I raise my fists, and I go again!!!

Every time I get socked in the jaw, I come up just short, I face misstep after misstep, loss after loss, I weather the storm, and I carry the fuck on!!! I do what I’ve always done, and I stay the fucking course. The stories of legends of old, legends of the octagons lives within me, all those I cut down as I stand now, the last fighter of the golden age of MMA. Every single person who watched and cheered since I was just a kid, behind me. The love of my wife, Rebecca, dragging me up every single time. The blood of my late mother runs within my vein, and every single time I face the hardest motherfuckers on Kingdom, on the block, maybe their stronger, maybe their faster, it doesn’t matter because at the end of the day I leave them pissing blood, looking like they got hit by a fuckin’ train.

Every jab was answered with three of his own, every punch to the jaw was answered with a boneshattering superman. Every kick to the body was returned with a knee to the skull, The output I deliver overwhelms the body and the nerves, it sends the mind into a panic, it tears the soul into fragments and tosses them onto a fire like ash. And then when it is done, I get my hand raised. I pull myself to my feet. I tear the wrap from my hands, wipe the blood from my eyes, and disappear up that ramp into fear and infamy.

That is my doctrine. That is the overwhelming firepower of a man who’s been fighting a war he promised to finish, promised to win for over two decades and still going strong!! Still here!!! Still the baddest motherfucker to run the octagon, the steel cage, the bloodsports pit- And Still the Outlaw Champion!!!

Being a fighter isn’t about hoping for momentum or a sob story to win it for you. Being an outlaw is knowing that the road so far won’t matter in the fight ahead, and if you’re gonna do right by a single god damn moment of the past you better crack your fuckin’ knuckles, and get to it. I took up the banner of our division and promised to be the pinnacle champion, the fighting, the defending, and the dominant workhorse champion that would outright flatten any motherfucker who stood in my way. I brought the fire, I brought the fury, I started the winter out as a newly crowned champion and I ended it as a double champion who was known around the world with a level of notoriety that can only dream to accomplish.

This is the Final Destination of a season that has tested every man who walked into it. This is the here and now, of a title, a division, that one year ago was viewed as a joke and a paperweight, and is now one of the most sought after straps in all of combat sports. And now here I am, the veteraned but not washed, the old but not broken, the experienced but not arrogant champion… stand against the most worthy, hungry, and dangerous challenger to my title and I plan on making sure the coming battle goes down in history, as the Heavyweight War to end all Wars.

I am The Dreadknight, Theo, The folktale legend of the Octagon. I am The Revenant, the man beaten down, buried, layered in concrete and even after deathblow after deathblow, I still get up. I still venture forward. I am the Outlaw King, once vilified by the world, cast aside as nothing more than a journeyman. And yet when they least expected it, I sharpened my blade, I bought my time, I faced the queen in my home, on my turf, and I ran it through her fucking heart. I carried this banner into the great war, and I planted it deep into the back of the Nightmare King, after I faced Havoc on foreign soil, and beat the fucking bricks off him!!!

My accolades could line a city block, every single person in this company who’s ran up on me got fucking starched, and after all was said and done I left with a piece of them. A piece they will never get back, a void they will never fill, and a phantom scar they will run their hand and think about in their most private moments.

I did it all, not out of luck, or fate. I did it with my fucking hands. I did it by doubling down, and burning the trail through fire and brimstone, fear and retribution. Losing, didn’t stop me. A pipe to the head, didn’t stop me. A bum knee, didn’t shake me. 700 days in the hole, didn’t break me, it strengthened me. A key to the neck, a knife in the back, getting my leg cut right off didn’t fuckin’ halt me all it did was piss me the fuck off.

Fuck around and Find out, son. When you come into my turf, calling it yours. When you put your cards on your table, and dare the Heavyweight War Machine to try, you play a dangerous game. This title was ripped clean from the hands of a Hall of Fame legend, and it will stay on my waist, my shoulder, my hand as it is raised in victory. I survived this long because the fire inside my soul burned brighter than the fire that tried to burn me away. I survived because I’ve always been a motherfucker too stubborn and too angry to die. At Final Destination I’m painting my picasso of violence, blood, and manifest destiny forced into reality against the whims of a world that would’ve seen me gone.

An axe in a post, a spear in the ground, a symbol that war has arrived and that it will rage on. Two of the world’s most violent Heavyweights do battle at the showcase of immortals, the biggest show in all of combat sports…. And I’m walking out with my title, my kill, and my victory....

Ave, Theodor Pavel.

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

Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 3:57 pm by **Revy**

Diamond is Unbreakable

(Outside of the Soel Stadium, crowds and fans gather just a little bit outside from the entrance way. Fans are waiting in line for a private signing event, when suddenly, one of the fans spots in the distance.)

Fan: Look, over there! Here they come!!

(From the Streets, just emerging from over the hill, basking in the sun’s rays, comes in a T 34 85 Suvorov Soviet Medium Tank making it’s way towards the Arena, stopping a mere couple feets before the crowd who didn’t waver as it approaches. The tank, with a customized paint job with the Final Destination 3 logo and the AR-15 flag. The hatch on top opens and Revy and April emerges from it, and the fans go wild. Revy, waving and blowing kisses while April looks on in confusion.)

April: Did we really have do all that?

Revy: Yes, April. These guys deserve a show.

April: I can’t believe all these guys came all the way out here just to see you.

Revy: No. They came out here to see us! AR-15.

Fans: WE LOVE YOU REVY-CHAN!

Revy: See, for us.

(Revy pulls out a megaphone and because to scream into it)

Revy: THANK YOU FOR COMING ALL THE WAY OUT HERE FOR THE AR-15 MEET AND GREET! PLEASE NOTE THIS IS THE FIRST ONE, SO WE HONESTLY DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK WE ARE DOING, BUT IF ANYONE OF YOU GETS OUT OF HAND AND GRABBY, I’M GONNA TAKE YOUR MAMA’S TAMPON, SHOVE IT UP YOUR DADDY’S ASSHOLE, AND MAKE YOU ALL LICK THAT SHIT UP. I’M MAKING MYSELF CLEAR!

Fans: YES! REVY-CHAN!

Revy: Alright, lets get this shit show crack-a-lackin. Form a line, simps!

(Revy and April climb out of the tank and make their way to the table where there are photos to be signed.)

April: Yeah, Revy, this really isn’t kind of my thing. Like I get what you are doing with this, but….

Revy: Come on, April, give this a try. Look. You don’t even gotta touch them. Just use one of those plastic reach claw things.

April: Not that, Revy. I just don’t like “this” because it seems so fake. Like these “idols” gotta pretend to be nice and shit just to sell merchs, but I don’t want to do any of that. I just wanna wrestle and win tag team belts.

Revy: Hold on, gurl, you don’t gotta change anything about yourself. I mean, maybe if you colored your hair like 3 different colors and wore green paint. But otherwise, you’re perfect just the way you are! And besides, we are such a huge influence on their lives.

April: I get that, I really do, but at what cost? I dunno, I’m just uncomfortable with all of this. Like, who knows what these…. Things are thinking about when they look at us.

(First fan walks up to the table, and Revy holds their hands and greet them.)

Fan #1: Oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening. Revy-Chan is touching me!

Revy: Thank you for your support! Cheer for us at Final Destination!

Fan #1: I’LL CHEER WITH ALL MY HEART FOR YOU TWO!

(Fan turns over to April and puts his hand out. April looks at the fan who is breathing heavy, eyes widen, and uneasy by the fact he is wearing a Demo Corp shirt that is 2 times smaller than his size. April takes the plastic claw grabber and grabs their hand and the fan squeal’s in excitement.)

Fan #1: OH MY GOD, I’VE BEEN TOUCHED BY APRIL-SWAN TOO!!

April: Um… It’s just April.

Fan #1: Revy-Chan and April- Swan, can I take a picture with you both?

Revy: Absolutely! Come on around!

(The fan scurries around the table to pose in between them, suddenly, April gags and holds her nose as a stench finally hits her.)

April: Ugh, What the hell is that? It reeks.

Revy: APRIL!!

April: I’m sorry. I mean.

Revy: Why are you sorry? Just say what you wanted to say.

April: Wait, What?

Revy: Finish what you were gonna say. Don’t hold back. Like I said, you don’t gotta pretend or anything.

April: Look, I’m sorry, BUT YOU NEED TO JUMP IN A VAT OF BLEACH BECAUSE YOU STINK OF DAY OLD MAYONNAISE LEFT IN THE SUN. TAKE A BATH!

(The fans look down first, and as April begins to show some remorse…)

Fan #1: She did it! SHE ACTUALLY DID IT! APRIL-SWAN REALLY INSULTED ME! WHAT AN HONOR! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

(Revy and the Fan pose for the picture as April just looks on in confusion. The fan takes the polaroid, and April and Revy sign the photographs before handing it to the fan.)

Revy: Thank you so much for coming all the way out here. It’s gonna be $50 for each autograph, $20 for the photo, and $100 for getting roasted by April Song. So your total comes out to $220.

(The fan pulls out their wallet and with no hesitation hands her the money, which Revy counts the cash and stores in a safe. April, still trying to process what just happened. The fan leaves and April pulls Revy to the side.)

April: We just got how much from that interaction?!

Revy: A cool $220, gurl. I’m telling you. You roasting them is gonna be the big money maker.

April: WHY IS THAT A THING?!

Revy: Because that’s what they love about you. You’re a savage sometimes. You know that, right? And that isn’t even the biggest thing they can pay for this event.

April: What’s topping $100 for me to insult them?

Revy: $1000 for me to flash them……… with a flashbang.

April: Ok, you had me a little worried there for a second.

Revy: Don’t be silly, April… Mizuko is the flashy one. But you see. We made an easy $200 off one fan, and look at the line! It’s already wrapping around the arena. All we gotta do is do this for a few hours and we are gonna make a shit ton of money. You feeling me? Alright. Send in the next fan!

(Five Hours Later)

Revy: Well, that’s the last of them all! We just made an easy $29,000!

April: I can’t believe every single one of them wanted me to roast them and that 4 of them actually agreed to let you flash…. Bang them.

Revy: We have such amazing fans.

April: I don’t know about that, but… that was pretty easy work for the amount of money that was made.

Revy: Exactly, April. And now that is done. Gimmie a moment.

(Revy grabs the megaphone and climbs back up on the tank as the crowd cheers for Revy.)

Revy: I WANT TO THANK ALL YOU SIMPS FOR MAKING THIS AR-15 MEET AND GREET A SUCCESS! I CAN’T BELIEVE WE HAD SO MANY FANS COME OUT HERE TO SHOW US SUPPORT. APRIL AND I, ARE GRATEFUL AND WE WILL DO OUR BEST, WIN THE TAG TEAM TURMOIL, AND GET THE GOLD!

Crowd: WE LOVE YOU, AR-15!!

Revy: NOW YOU ALL NEED TO GO THE FUCK HOME, SO CALL YOUR MOTHERS TO PICK YOU UP. APRIL AND I GOTTA TRAIN AND PRACTICE FOR THIS SHIT. THANK YOU FOR THE MONEY AND THE SUPPORT! FOLLOW US ON TWITTER! THIS EVENT WAS SPONSORED BY BIG RED, IF YOU DON’T CHEW BIG RED, THEN FUCK YOU!!

(Security begins to push the crowd back and away as they begin to dissipate. Revy leaps down from the tank and into April’s arms.)

April: Revy, what are you doing?

Revy: I’m tired. Carry me like you always do.

April: What are you talking about?

Revy: You know… carry me. That’s what all those other haters we face are always saying. How you always carry me, and you know what? I’m ok with that! YOU GOT SOFT MUSCULAR ARMS THAT CRADLE ME! THOSE MOFOS MISSING OUT!

April: Revy, when they say I carry you, they mean.

Revy: What? That I can’t handle shit on my own, so I ultimately need you to carry the team, because that realistically becomes the only way that any team I am in, wins.

April: NO! Who said that? I’ll beat their asses.

Revy: April. Come on.

April: Well, regardless of that, I don’t believe that. You do your part in the team too. Forget about what they all say about you. Being impulsive and reckless, and irresponsible. I think you are one of the smartest people I know.

Revy: Really? You must not know a lot of smart people.

April: No comment. But we gotta focus on the tag team turmoil now. This is it, our first shot at the Tag Team Gold on the biggest stage of them all. Final Destination 3. This is the accumulation of everything we worked hard for the past 4 matches, and we made it.

Revy: Crazy, right? How at one point, we were like, “we don’t get our chances and we gonna beat the shit out of Natalie, Diantha, Dulce, and Niki, until we do?” And next thing you know, we beat their asses, get Niki fired, and now I’m like “Gimmie what I want!” And we FINALLY got a shot at the OWA Tag Team Championship! Pinch me, April, I must be dreaming.

April: You’re not dreaming, it’s really happening. And I gotta tell you, Revy, despite having won tag team championship so many times, I’m really excited to have a reign with you.

Revy: Bish, me too! I never had a tag team partner that I could really rely on until now. (Revy Looks directly at the camera) But now, I can really believe it can happen. And it’s all thanks you your oddly muscular arms and calves. Like legit, I envy that man that will eventually be your little spoon.

April: Thanks?... But it’s not gonna be easy. We got the champs, Nero and Chase from the Blacklist. RD3 and Miltiades. And Big Naheem and Teddy Mac. Like some of these are huge guys. We are at a disadvantage, here.

Revy: Says who! You are fuckin April Song. You’ve carried a god damn division everywhere you went, while everyone there is struggling to keep their shit together.

April: True.

Revy: You are a military vet and have more championship acclaims than all of them combined.

April: Also True.

Revy: And you had so many title opportunities, there is absolutely no one in this match that has as many experience as you when it comes to that.

April: Wait.

Revy: Like yeah, sure, sometimes you drop the ball, just like you did with the OWA Women’s championship…

April: Ok, you can stop right there. Quit while you are ahead. But you are right. Just because we are two women, that doesn’t’ mean squat, considering let’s be real here, The Queens of Wrestling would whupped all their asses. And Revy, no joke, but you and I, AR-15, I think we have every means to be better than the Queens as well. In fact, it’s a real damn shame that the Blacklist beat the Queens because personally, I wouldn’t mind a little more competition if I knew Aria Jaxon and Stephanie Matsuda were in this match, but instead, we got Chase Vedder and Nero Darkbringer, because Nas rather fuck around with Stark than get his ass handed to him by a couple of women.

Revy: Damn, imagine being the replacement for some guy who is like “I don’t understand why everyone hate me.” And I’m standing right here like, “Why does everyone love me?!” Like, I was never given a world championship, I never got a run where I was the most dominating bitch ever. And I don’t got that inferior complex of why Aria Jaxon gets more cheers and respect than me, because unlike him, I can acknowledge a queen when I see one. Like imagine that. How can anyone hate anyone who is so self-involved, he ain’t even gonna be there to personally to defend the championship title he worked so hard to steal and take away from Aria, and now that he has actually taken it from Aria, he don’t want that shit no more. Great job, Nero and Chase. You both are essentially carrying for Nas’ reminder of how much his petty ass hates Aria Jaxon, and you both are legit putting your bodies on the line for that shit. You both must feel so fulfilled!

April: And Reggie and Miltiades. Wow. Reginald. How low have you fallen. GM of Kingdom, and I swore you were like, “I’m not gonna settle for anything less than a world title, or else I’ll stop wrestling full time to focus on being GM.” And here you are, in the OWA Tag Team match, with someone you hate because he keeps undermining you, the General Manager of Kingdom. Like, do you even want to be in this match? Be honest. Like, why are you both even here? If you ask me, it would had been better for you to just beat the living crap out of each other, but hey, atleast if anything good comes from this, it’s that I can get my hands on you for talking all that shit about me on social media. Yeah, I remember that. All that crap about how it doesn’t matter that I’m a woman and constantly commenting on my posts. Like bitch, if you don’t like what you see, hit the “x” button or you still traumatized by the fact Jeff X is in the world title match and you are here fighting for the tag team championship with a guy that you hate. To be fair, Reggie, even if you could trade partners, you ain’t gonna find someone better than Miltiades, because lets be real here. Nobody likes you.

Revy: It’s true. Having been around the Kingdom locker room, nobody likes you. Like, I remember this one time, the locker room was like,” Lets go hang out after the show.” And I was like, “Great, I’ll invite everyone, but not Reggie.” … ok, that might had just been me, BUT NO ONE OBJECTED TO IT!

April: And Miltiades, so you came back, attempted to be the puppet master pulling the strings, and then ended up empty handed when you couldn’t quite capture that OWA World Championship. Damn, that sucks. I mean, that could had been you there. In the Main Event, and all you had to do was beat Havoc. But, nope. You know, it’s weird that you are taking so much credit for the Great War. Speaking as someone whom as served, I get the logic of how in the battlefield, any blood shed or lives lost isn’t our personal responsibilities, because in the end, we are simply fighting for the resolution of someone else. And it’s odd how Jeff keeps taking the blame for Kenny Drake. Yet as the man that “arranged” everything, setting up the conditions, picking the field, you sure went quiet when Kenny Drake disappeared, because I’m assuming things didn’t quite go as planned with Abholos going on a rampage. But here you go, letting Jeff take all the blame for what happened to Kenny, though I think a stronger case should be made for the man who claims to orchestrated it all and having it completely backfire on him, and maybe, Miltiades, you need to take a step back, and think, maybe you aren’t the smartest guy to lead or make plans. And maybe, you really shouldn’t be so surprised when you failed again when you lost to Havoc and now, here you are, stuck with Reginald, probably with some plan to win the OWA Tag Team Championship to cope with the failures since your return. But when that doesn’t happen, well, I’m sure you’ll go quiet there too.

Revy: Damn, April went there! And now all that is left is Big Naheem and Daddy Mac. The Dynasty! The Cream of the Crop from the Planation that Jacob Senn built! So how last minute was this team up, because last time I checked, I wasn’t even aware you two were a thing. How fucked up is that, April? That this entire tag team turmoil is made of up nothing but remaining scraps of teams or pairing that had no place else to go. I mean, Nero and Chase. Miltiades and Reggie, and now Big Naheem and Teddy Mac. What happened? Don’t got anything better to do now that bullying Baba Yaga is gone? Look at you Teddy. Went from being one of the top tag teams with Nobi as “the Nice Guys” and you went ahead and got yourself an upgrade. Because everyone knows that Teddy Mac loves that BBC. Yeah, that’s right, I said it. BIG NAHEEM IS A BIG BLACK COON! Look at this man cooning for Jacob Senn, when lets be real here, with a name like BIG NAHEEM, your boi could had found easy work in the NBA or blacked.com. But you gonna go and be subservient to the biggest cracker of them all, Jacob Senn.

April: You might want to tone down the the racism a little bit.

Revy: BUT LOOK AT HIM! CLEARLY HE WAS BROUGHT UP FOR THESE KIND OF JOKES. And Teddy Mac got that Dad Joke energy to make them all. Honestly, it’s the right pairing, and I dare say, between you and I, April, they got the most sitcom setup energy for a tag team I’ve ever seen. I’d totally torrent that on Pirate Bay and stream that shit illegal to see Big Naheem take him to the south, introduce the man to some southern food, and Teddy be like, “damn, the mayo in the cole slaw is too damn spicy for me.” Because let’s be real here, Teddy Mac looks like he doesn’t season his shit. Teddy Mac wasn’t no nice guy. He was a bland guy, and he was only cool because he got to hang out with Movie Star Chad Nobi, and now that he is with Big Naheem, the only difference in this tag team is this time, Teddy Mac is LITERALLY in the shadow of the man, because Big Naheem is a big bitch! Like, damn, if this shit doesn’t work out with Big Naheem, I’m worried, April. Real worried for this man and his kids. Because if the Dynasty don’t work out, who else is Teddy gonna latch on to next? THE MAN HAS A FAMILY! There are only so many tag team partners, not all of them can be as lucky as me and have someone like you, April!

April: I dunno. Maybe Savannah Sunshine?

(Revy and April look at each other… and they both turn their heads backwards and start laughing obnoxiously.)

Revy: Actually, that can work. Because I know Sav has a things for Daddies. I think that would be a fine tag team.

April: Probably, I mean, Teddy Mac can take a lesson on jogging for a bit too, if you get what I mean.

Revy: I GOT THAT REFERENCE! But you all hear that? AR-15 is the only legit tag team going into this match. You both ain’t even the real Blacklist with Nas. The Dynasty is Senn trying to get all his bois that screen time. And RD3 and Miltiades is just OWA creative over using that Odd couple cliche. April and I, we are the real deal and we want this so badly. I mean, think about it April. We pull this off, we can charge our fans for the Championship Deluxe edition.

April: Focus, Revy! Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here, but she is right. The only real “turmoil” here is how the rest of you all got into this match to begin with, but it doesn’t matter. Revy and I, we are gonna win and hopefully, the real tag teams like the Queens of Wrestling or Devi and Vebbins step up and give us a real challenge! But until then, Final Destination 3, AR-15, we are bringing home the gold. Revy, lets do this.

Revy: BAH DA DA DA!! AR-15! OUT!

(Revy and April does their signature finger gun pose and aims it towards the camera, they “fire” and pull back the gun, before blowing out the “smoke.” Camera turns to black.)

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Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 3:51 pm by **"The Golden Voice"**

Soldier of Unbelievably Poor Fortune

Though we miss our friends and family

And miss the open seas

one for all and all for one in Kenneth's Company!

We will all work toward his True Glory

For we'll be all rich and free

Or so we have been told by Good Kenneth's Company!

For Glory, God and Gold and The Good Kenneth's Company!

From the halls of the Grand Ole Opry

to the shores of Italy

There's silver here

There's vict'ry here, we know not to retreat!

We will claim the Prize that's Grandest

And we will save none for thee

All all the spoils of war will go to Kenneth's Company

There's Glory, God and Gold and THE GOOD KENNETH'S COMPANY!

Kenneth Ishikari rose and prepared himself for his flight. This was a special day, a momentous one indeed! His performances in the Omega Wrestling Alliance had not reached his desired level of success, but even so he had been awarded with an invitation to compete in the prestgious BOB Games, a unique event that would be the first of its kind in the wrestling world. He didn’t know what the Grand Prize was, but he certainly knew that holding it would make him a true player in the wrestling world. Of course there was the small matter of his benefactor Moongoose going insane dealing with Abholos and some of his other Shin-SEKAI mates being involved in championship pursuits of their own. That was not his concern. He had memorized all the names and fighting styles of all the combatants with the help of the light of his life, the wonderful Lady Maria. Now, today was the day he would depart on the most grand of adventures! As his private jet was being cheerfully loaded by some of the servants that dwelled within his massive estate (though there was some rumor that most were cheerful only because their insufferable asshole of an employer was departing for some time), he bathed and dressed to the nines: his normal black and white costume replaced with a Cavalier-inspired all-white affair with golden trim complete with a hat and cape made the same way. Maria was dressed of course to match, wearing a tight, low cut white and gold dress, admiring the man of her life as he checked himself out in the mirror once more, making sure every detail of his outfit was pristine.

Maria: You look fantastic, Kenneth. Truly a vision dressed for battle.

Kenneth: And you, my beautiful future wife...you are absolutely radiant. Yes. Now, we are all prepared for this adventure. We have painstakingly taken every precaution and prepared for every scenario that could await us in this place. We have prints of every portion of the OWA offices and know every nook and cranny of the place better than I know my own house! Nothing will stop us from attaining the Grand Prize.

Maria: What will we do with the Grand Prize, my love? It could be something so rich and wonderful we could finally build the opera house that we’ve been dreaming of for all this time!

Kenneth: I don’t know. In time, we’ll decide. I’m sure that if Moongoose survives that abomination Abholos that he may need some aid, though I’m not sure if we’ll be in much of a position to aid him. The offices are in Philadelphia after all, far away from wherever that blasted shadow game will take place.

Maria: Even so, I worry. I do think that we should be there to help our comrades. Mr. McQueen will be all alone when he fights that monster and that terrifies me.

Maria clung to Kenneth’s arm, a pouty expression on her face as she pressed her head against his shoulder. He responded by lightly ruffling her hair, reassuringly.

Kenneth: We can’t just worry about the others my dear. We have our own lives to lead and our own victories to claim. AR-15 has a chance to be champions and the two women that they back with their own sub-unit are fighting over the World title. Everyone is focused on their own tasks. Even that weird thing known as Solomon Caine.

Maria: Solomon? He’s participating as well?

Kenneth: Of course he is...no matter what I do I can’t be rid of him. I would warrant that even if I was allowed into heaven someone would have me sent to hell just so I could spend eternity shackeled to that buffoon! I did reach out to him privately for help in this endeavor, but he was rather coy with his response. I don’t believe that he can be trusted, though I can hardly blame him. (sighs) I would probably turn on him in a millisecond if it meant procuring this prize.

Kenneth moved towards a massive mahogany table, the plans of the OWA Office and pictures of all his opponents, including Solomon, displayed alongside the building plans. Kenneth slowly shuffled through the list as one of his attendants knocked and entered with a graceful bow.

Kenneth: You’re certain that this is all the up-to-date information about all of these savages?

Attendant: I’m sure of it, Your Excellecny. Your flight has been prepared as well, by the way. All that’s required is your presence.

Kenneth: Excellent. I’ll be needing a copy of these plans and of the dossiers of all these men and women on the plane with me. I’ll make sure I’m familiar with all their tactics before facing them. Heh, Jacob Knight. What a fool that one is. I can’t stand those who are so intent on disrupting the natural order of things, he may be one that I have to watch. Though there are some that I’m already familiar with. Kimberly Chase...I saw her in WrestleWorld some time ago. Our paths never crossed but I know of her. The same with this Myojin fellow. How dare he have a complexion and hairstyle that rivals my own!

Maria gasps before grabbing at Kenneth’s arm, shaking it.

Maria: He’s nowhere near as beautiful and masculine as you, my love! You’re truly a GOD among men! He’s nothing compared to you!

Kenneth: Pederastic thespian….he pretends to be a showman, I AM A TRUE GENIUS OF THE STAGE, ON PAR WITH PAVAROTTI HIMSELF, GOD REST HIS SOUL! Those two degenerates Hampton and Flaherty are involved in this match as well. Fools. I’ll show them that they were wrong to underestimate me. So full of bluster, so full of arrogance, casual arrogance. They will both learn that everything can be overturned in one instant when I stop them from winning the prize. I’ll sack the building, the Grand Prize then I will leave their festering careers in a pile of ashes!

Maria: Jacob Steele is participating in this match too.

Kenneth: Ha! I have no reason to fear him! He is the face of cowardice, a champion of ineptitude! Nothing resembling success has ever followed him and he will be but a mere bit player yet again. Ramesses….or whatever his name is. What do we know about him? Oh...that’s the Sexual Titan or something or other. A pervert and poor wrestler, hardly worth mentioning. Who else is there?

Maria: Daisy Thrash?

Attendant: She did declare that Myojin was the most beautiful person in OWA, My Lord. Even more beautiful than you.

Kenneth: SHE WHAT!? THAT TROGODYTE OF A HARLOT! I WILL CRUSH HER FOR THIS INSOLENCE! FIRST OF ALL, WHAT IS SHE COMPARED TO MY BEAUTIFUL FUTURE WIFE, THE MUSE OF MY SOUL!? SHE LOOKS LIKE A LOW-GRADE STREET PERFORMER COMPARED TO MARIA! AND COMPARED TO ME, THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MAN IN OWA…..SHE IS NOTHING!

Maria: Please calm down, dear. She probably doesn’t even know who you are.

Kenneth: THAT MAKES IT EVEN WORSE! ALL OF THESE PEOPLE ARE MAKING THESE BOLD DECLARATIONS OF VICTORY, COMPLETELY UNDERESTIMATING AND LOOKING OVER ME LIKE I AM NOTHING! THIS INSOLENCE CANNOT BE TOLERATED!

Maria: Dear, please calm yourself! A temper is most unflattering on you.

Kenneth: You’re right, my dear...I apologize. But these horrible mutants, these disgrazia. What would this world come to if someone like Devi Krysis or Azurine Vebbins were victorious? Or any of these inferior women? Savannah Sunshine? She is one of the most notorious flops in the history of this barbaric sport! I cannot allow such a woman to win. Nakita Dubov is the same way. Always focused on old wars, never taking time to capture the full scope of the new. And that new one, the sleepy child...Audrey i think her name is? How dare Oasis personally invite her to these games...AFTER SHE LOST HER DEBUT NO LESS!

Maria: To be fair, you have lost and you were still invited.

Kenneth: The-that’s BESIDES THE POINT! Maria, I’m shocked! Taking up for these pretenders like this! I know you’re of that strange gender known as female but seriously, my dear!

Maria turns away in a bit of a huff before Kenneth, realizing for once his words had offended Maria rushed to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and peppering her cheek with light kisses. Though Maria feigns anger a little while longer, she chuckles a bit, signalling that she had forgiven her lover. The attendant clears her throat, pointing to one other picture on the table.

Attendant: Your Excellency, there is one other participant. Jacob Senn.

Kenneth: (releasing Maria and turning back towards the table) That name. I remember it well. And I remember our encounter very well from the WrestleWorld days. He’s probably forgotten it. That snake of a man that vicious cowards...HE STOLE MY GLORY….that backwater pederast….

Kenneth’s rant against Senn is interrupted as he overhears someone singing outside of his window...quite poorly by his standards. He gives the piss-poor performer time to redeem themselves but they continue to make such an utter racket that The Golden Voice picks up an orange and throws it at them from his window, hitting them in the head and knocking them unconscious. He then casually turns back to his ranting as if nothing happened.

Kenneth: Where was I? Hmm….

Attendant: (laughing) Your Exellency, it’s not good form to hit someone in the middle of a performance like that! You should know that as a performer yourself, with all due respects.

Kenneth: Good form, Miss Reichart? DAMN GOOD FORM! DID JACOB SENN SHOW GOOD FORM WHEN HE STOLE AN OPPORTUNITY OF A LIFETIME FROM ME IN WRESTLEWORLD!? DID JACOB SENN SHOW GOOD FORM WHEN HE CHEATED ME OUT OF VICTORY IN WHAT WAS TO BE A RESPECFUL DUEL TO RESOLVE OUR DIFFERENCES! GOD DAMN “GOOD FORM”, MISS REICHART!

Maria: Now, dear, you’re starting to turn red and sweat, remember, today is to be a wonderful day, not a day of you being angry about little things that are irrelevant. You’ll soon get your revenge on Senn and anyone else who has wronged you. All you have to do is go and claim the Grand Prize.

Kenneth: You’re right, my dear. I’m so sorry. I’ll calm myself. That inbred hooligan is not worth the energy. You there, prepare my baggage. Maria and I will be along shortly!

Attendant: Y-yes, Your Excellency!

And so the scene ends, Maria and Kenneth still standing by in their villa, making last minute preparations for the BOB Games as they prepared to make the journey.

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Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 3:11 pm by **Devi Krysis**

Things Will Change
Final Destination 3 #3

Look normally I would speak my mind at Atlantis before Final Destination 3. But I decided that I won't, because it's not worth the time and effort, for the past couple months I feel like a door mat keeping on losing matches left and right with the exception of winning two Tag Team matches. Yeah I compete against the former champions including the 2021 Tag Team of the year, Stephanie Matsuda and Aria Jaxon, Queens Of Wrestling! Which was infuriated because my friend Azurine beat Matsuda and I didn't, which is even worse! My career isn't getting anywhere at this point, is bad enough that Daisy Thrash came back for god knows how long with her slutty and shitty attitude of hers, Nakita trying to be female version of Brock Lesnar taking us to suplex city bitch, Kimberly Chase one of the Wrestleworld's finest who just had like 2-3 matches since she joined here, just goes to showed that she's nothing but a flash of a pan.

Devi's fist hit her computer desk in anger.

I feel like that I getting disrespected, and overlooked ever since I got here. Yeah there's a saying that "You can't always had what you want." Well duh! Look what happened to Niki Khan after her husband passing, KD went through a hellacious war, sacrificing his life and career and that....that's passion something that sexy nitwit Elijah Hampton, Solomon Caine, MYOJIN, and hell not even that piece of shit Jacob Knight couldn't done. And above all else another Wrestleworld reject of the name Jacob Steele, yeah the guy that got embarrassed by Alice Gamer and Beauty Melanie after that blowhard Chad Kennedy's debacle, and I plan to make his first night in OWA into a bit of suffering and pain. Kenneth nothing to say to this guy because I don't care much about his singing. Audrey she's impressive in her first match against Rebecca Brookes, but hopefully she doesn't sleep on this match because this wolf never sleeps. Savannah Sunshine the candy queen that got in the wrong side of town because she's with team yellow and not team pink which is Odyssey, and I watched Slaughterhouse Wrestling uncut chapter 10 when she won The Brightburn Championship and luckily that fun dip tactic was pretty classy. And what happen to your belt, oh yeah Jessica Rose took it from you, how's that working out for ya? And..oh yeah Ramesses, Kimberly Chase's golden boy, nothing to say to him either, he just better not to get on bad side, otherwise he's going to be fool's gold.

For the past couple days I've been training, training, training to get ready for the The B.O.B games. My life has been a huge disappointment after another, Stark is my teacher but how long when I reached greatness? Answer me that Stark?

ANSWER!

ME!

THAT!

Devi is furious by answer the question

I got to see people reach greatness, while I getting in matches and start losing, THAT'S NOT WHAT I SIGNED UP FOR STARK! NOT NAS, NOT OASIS, NOT ANYONE!!!! That's not me. And you know my history before I had nothing, getting picked on at school, broken person's arm with the kimura, ALL OF IT! I try to earn my way to top of the mountain, but y'all couldn't get the clear picture, maybe I shouldn't be here, maybe I should be at JET, LAW or SHW pretty sure that Tarah would love to have me on board. Because Odyssey is already a shithole since the Demo Corps and Samantha Garza came around, I-I mean this is a fucking hierarchy because Viola Demarco won't be my boss anymore if Natalie Cage loses to Matsuda, hell even that piece of Mexican living shit is holding the OWA Women's World Championship that's not even hers.

Devi is pacing for a few minutes and drinking water.

Here's the message to everyone in the OWA, because once I win The B.O.B Games and I found out what top prize that I gonna had, Next Season of OWA, no one is safe. Not Hana Nakajima, Not Revy and her Skanks, not Daisy Thrash, NOT ANYBODY ELSE IS GONNA STOP ME FOR CLIMBING TO THE TOP! Because after Final Destination 3 is over....

Things...

Will...

Change...

And i'm not gonna do it alone. Remember this the wolf is always at your door, always!

Devi cut off the feed and turn static

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Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 3:08 pm by **J.D. Damon**

All good things must come to an end.

Nothing lasts forever…
I am aware of this.

This is something that I am… too familiar with. Everything good that has happened to me throughout my lengthy wrestling career never seemed to last. Whether it be a championship belt that I have carried around with me. Or a legendary group of brothers and sisters that I helped create; a family that had a bond stronger than any metal known to man. Or even a wrestling promotion. Nothing. Lasts. Forever. No matter what I do, no matter what I think, everything must come to an end eventually.

What exactly am I talking about?

What in the FUCK are you talking about, J.D.?

Nothing really. Perhaps I’m talking about my reign as Spartan Champion?

A reign that has been criticized and ridiculed since I defeated that poor excuse of a human being known as Arata Asakura for it many months ago. A championship reign that has been labeled as “lackluster” at best. A championship reign that many people have said has been nothing more than a blemish on the lineage of the Spartan Championship. You know what? All of that – every single thing that those people have said about me as their Spartan Champion? All of that is nothing more than a bunch of bullshit. A bunch of jealous sheep that wishes they were walking about as the Spartan Champion. A bunch of sheep that have nothing better to do than to worry about someone else’s life when they should be worrying about their mediocre life.

Mediocrity. Yet another word that has followed me during my “triumphant return” to the OWA. Please, explain to me just how in the FUCK my return has been mediocre? Did I not just win the Omega Award for Comeback of the Year last night?! Like I said before, just a bunch of idiots with nothing better to do.

Let’s get back to what I was rambling on about earlier: my Spartan Championship.

Being a champion… it’s something that I have always been destined to be. This is something that I have wanted to be for way too long. This title… this championship belt… has been something that I have wanted ever since I signed my name on the dotted line of the contract that Scott Oasis shoved in my face a year ago when I decided to give my failing professional career yet another go at. The Spartan Championship is what many people consider the “work horse” title; a title that only a few will get the honor to have around their waist in recognition of their hard work and dedication to their brand. And I have made it a top priority to bust my fucking ass for this roster, for this brand, for this goddamn company since returning. I have gone out to the ring week after week after week to prove myself to everyone that I wasn’t a flake. That I wasn’t a failure. That I wasn’t washed up! This is the only thing that I have ever done right in my life. This is all I know. Being a warrior. I have faced whoever has been thrown in my way, wins or losses out the fucking window, to prove to everyone that J.D. Damon is not someone who should be FUCKED with. J.D. Damon isn’t a joke. J.D. Damon isn’t someone who you can face in order to get an easy win over, because I will be damned if anyone who has beaten me in the ring has gotten an “easy victory” over me. I don’t care how big, how strong, how talented anyone is on this roster. Even if I know deep down that there is no chance in hell that I will be able to walk out with another point in my win column, I will still make sure that they have to work for it; that they have to
bust their ass in order to pin my shoulders down for the three-count.

I am a warrior. I am a fucking monster. I am blood thirsty. That’s what eventually created the bond that I had with Kenny Drake. When Kenny and I first met during our time at the “Jersey Prison Camp,” he was thrown at me just as another contender for the Pure title that I was holding at the time. He was just another obstacle that was thrown in my way that I had to overcome. And I thought wholeheartedly that Kenny Drake was just going to be yet another easy win for me. Oh, how I was wrong. Very, very fucking wrong. Kenny was so much more than someone to get an easy win over on. Kenny was at a whole new level. Why in the fuck he was competing for the Pure title at that time was beyond me. Kenny was far beyond the Pure title. Far beyond it. But here we were. Ripping each other to shreds. Ripping one another limb from limb, but that’s what eventually created that brotherhood between us. No matter what we did… no matter how hard we tried… we couldn’t kill the other. Trust me, we tried. We tried every single week, but we both kept coming back for more. And more. And more. In the end? It was our thirst for blood that created what would be known as the most violent faction known to the wrestling world… Wolvesden. Little did either one of us know what would happen to Wolvesden in the end. Wolvesden was once the most feared group of motherfuckers… EVER! However, during the conclusion of Civil War this past December, that would be the end of Kenny Drake. The end of Wolvesden? Never. Much like I have preached about many times before, Wolvesden will never truly end. Wolvesden is forever. Wolvesden is eternal. Wolvesden will always live on through me, and it will live on through others once I am dead and gone. Exactly like how I will continue to carry on the legacy of Kenny Drake as long as I can. How long is that exactly? Who knows for sure…? I don’t. The shelf life for someone like me isn’t very long, that I do know. But until then… I will do the best that I can.

That’s more than I can say about my Final Destination opponent, though. Aria Jaxon, someone who has done everything during her career. Someone who has won every championship that she has set her eyes on. OWA World Championship? Yup! OWA World Tag Team Championship? You got it! First woman to win a men’s Clash of the Titans match? Of course, why wouldn’t see? First OWA Outlaw Champion? Duh. If you can think of it, Aria has probably done it. Just two days ago, she was inducted into the OWA Hall of Fame as a member of this year’s class. So please explain to me just why in the FUCK does she need to have her sights set on the Spartan Championship?! MY TITLE! You don’t need to win it, Aria. You don’t need to come anywhere near my title or my division. However, it’s your greed, Aria, that is getting the best of you. Your arrogance of being one of the greatest performers of all time is getting the best of you, Aria. And I am just the right man to snap you back to reality.

I’m not going to deny your accomplishments, Aria. I’m not going to be in denial about how good you truly are, because I will be the first to tell anyone that you are indeed one of the all-time greats. Hell, when people ask me my Mount Rushmore for professional wrestling, you are the first person that I include. I have never personally ever had a problem with you, Aria. I mean, you and I even fought side-by-side two weekends ago in order to secure the win for our team over Maverick and those other fuck boys. However, the problem that I do have with you, Aria, is the fact that you have been handed every single fucking thing that you have ever accomplished. Can you honestly say that you have ever busted your ass for anything in your entire life? The powers to be with every wrestling company you have been apart of have always handed you every single win, every single accomplishment, every single piece of championship gold. Is this me being jealous of your success? Absolutely not. This is me being honest with you, and unfortunately for people like you, Aria, sometimes the truth hurts.

During most of my career, I have been looked past. Championship reigns? High-profile matches? I have always been looked past. But not you, Aria. OH NO! The moment you walked through the door at the “Jersey Prison Camp,” you had a rocket strapped to your ass and blasted off into oblivion and never looked back. So, please explain to me why you would lower yourself to a title that may be the “work horse” title but is also labeled a “mid-card” title. C’mon, Aria, I’m all ears. Why would someone such as yourself, a Hall of Fame for Christ’s sake, lower herself to wanting to be Spartan Champion? Just because it’s something that you have never held before? Just because it’s something foreign to you? No. What it really boils down to, Aria, is that you look at our match against each other as an easy Final Destination payday. Nothing more, nothing less. You won’t admit, but I know the truth. Unfortunately for you, it’s going to be anything but easy for you, my friend.

I’m tired of it, Aria. I’m tired of it all. I’m tired of always being second best to people like you, and I will be damned if I lose to you at Final Destination! It’s time, Aria. It’s time for J.D. Damon to be added to someone’s Mount Rushmore. It’s time for me to rip that fucking rocket that was strapped to your ass from day one and attach it to my back. It’s time for you to watch from the bleachers as I shoot myself off into the fucking Milky Way. It’s time for you, Aria, to watch me rise up and become one of the greatest of all time. It’s time, Aria… it’s time.

Since I have been doing nothing but to get everything off from my chest, getting everything out in the open, let me ask you this. You claim to be one of the greatest ever to grace the Kingdom roster, but where in the hell were you, Aria?! Where in the FUCK were you when we were defending the roster that you are a member of against those assholes The Ashes of the Wake?! WHERE WE YOU?! This is your roster too, right Aria? So why weren’t you fighting alongside Jeff, Ryo, Theodor, Bishop, and myself in an attempt to rid the wrestling world of Havoc and his lap dogs? The answer is as clear as day, Aria… it’s because you didn’t give a rat’s ass to help us. You were too busy walking around with Cloud as the tag team champions, bragging about how great you two are and that no other tag team could hold a flame to the two of you. What it truly boils down to, Aria, is the mere fact that the only thing in this entire world that you truly care about - and I mean TRULY care about – is yourself. You don’t give a shit about the Kingdom brand; you don’t give a shit about the company as long as they are throwing millions of dollars your way. Shit, you don’t even really care about Cloud Matsuda. She was just a pawn to help elevate yourself into super stardom. But I know the truth, Aria. But where will Cloud be during our match? I will make sure that she is nowhere near you to hep your score an easy win over me. As far as I’m concerned, she will be too hurt after Natalie Cage gets through with her.

I know that’s something that you won’t be able to understand or comprehend considering you have your head too far up your own ass, but listen to me, Aria, and listen to me very closely.

I…

DO NOT…

FEAR YOU, ARIA…

I know that there are dozens upon dozens of men and women alike out there that are too scared to face you in the ring or to even look you in the eyes, Aria, but I can promise you that I am not one of them. I am “The Ultimate Disharmony” and I don’t think you are ready for the absolute fucking HELL that I am going to unleash on you at Final Destination. But I welcome everything that you have to throw at me with open arms, Aria. You and I have never battled one another, but I am excited. I’m excited to see what all of the fuss is about in regards to the great Aria Jaxon.

I think that’s about it, Aria. I think I have said everything that I have wanted to say about you.

I think I have covered all of my grounds.

I can feel it, Aria. I can feel that the end is near for you, my friend. And I can see just how this all plays out. I am going to be the ONE to eradicate the Omega Wrestling Alliance of the great Aria Jaxon. I am going to be the ONE to knock you down from that ladder of success that you have been perched on top of for several years now, rung by rung by fucking rung. And I am going to be the ONE to take your spot on top of that ladder; I am going to take my RIGHTFUL spot, a spot that I should have had years ago. But unfortunately, due to people such as yourself I have never been able to. Until now.

I can see it, Aria. I can the end of your career unraveling right before my eyes.

A career that has been very, very good to you. But a career that must end, nonetheless. I have no problem whatsoever being the MAN – the… MONSTER – who ends it right before your eyes. Right in front of the city that you love. A city that I too have called home for twenty plus years. A city that I may love, but I have no problem burning to the fucking ground if it means finally ending the career of Aria Jaxon.

Do me a favor, Aria…

Pray. Pray your fucking hardest in the days leading up to our encounter at Final Destination.

Pray with all of your fucking might.

Pray to whatever God that you want.

Pray.

Because this isn’t the J.D. Damon that you once knew, or even thought that you knew. This is the J.D. Damon that was once the most feared man in all professional wrestling. The sociopathic genius who laid the ground for Wolvesden. The man who feels no remorse, no guilt, for what he has to do in order to get the job done. The man who will do whatever it takes to make sure that someone such as yourself does not walk out of the state of California with his Spartan Championship in her possession. It will be a cold fucking day in hell before I let loose my grasp on my championship. That is one thing I can guarantee you.

Just pray, Aria.

Pray.

Pray for the absolute fucking hell that I am going to unleash on your this weekend.

Just do it, Aria.

Aria Jaxon, Michael Bishop, "The Golden Voice" and Alyssa Grace have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 2:52 pm by **Bobby Wheeler**

Nate Cage

Darky and The Simp Part One

We open on a non-descript playing field, presumably in the New York metropolitan area. In it are four walls, each with a corresponding number of 1 to 4 on it. The tranquillity of the field is disrupted when a rocket flies in from offscreen and obliterates the wall with a 4 on it. Nate Cage walks into frame with an RPG over his shoulder, grinning from ear to ear.

Looks like Darkane isn’t the only person who can break the fourth wall, huh?

Nate unbuttons his jacket to reveal a shirt that says, “Columbus was a wasteman” on it and breathes in the smoky air.

Oh, hello boys and girls, New York Film Critics Circle member Peter Greene here. You might know me as Nate Cage, member of the Omega Wrestling Alliance and self-professed Devil. But you see, all of that is a cheap façade to hide the fact that really, I am a lovely man. How do I like to spend my days? Well, I get up, enjoy my morning coffee in my extra special “Straight Edge 4 Lyfe” cup, kiss my wife on the forehead, feed the dogs, and head over to OWA HQ to chat with all my friends. All the wrestlers who I definitely don’t hate in real life. I am a normal guy who is just trying to make a living.

Jump cut to a close-up of Nate’s face, as his smile shifts to an uncertain, worried look. Flashes of violent, gruesome imagery take up the screen, wrestlers covered in blood, screaming in agony. Smash cut to a dingy, low-lit room with Nate sitting on a wicker chair, a foul expression on his face.

We can all play our little games, Darkane. We can take the easy route, do some digging on Google and try and drudge up “trade secrets” like it means anything. I would address you by your real name, but you see, nobody gives enough of a shit about you to write a Darkane Wikipedia page. The only thing I could find was some old discussion board in Elite Answers Wrestling about how your persona was inspired by some guy called Jayson Cage…no relation.

Save your barbs and jabs at whoever it is you think I am. Stop trying to manifest a persona that does not exist and address me like a man. You know who I am, and you know I am the only person in this company who poses a threat to you. Take all the personal shots you like, continue to waste your words. I much prefer to talk about what is important to me: silencing your queer transgressions and sending you back to whatever Eldritch hovel you crawled out of. You really are a grave worm. All you can do is feast and suckle on the decaying flesh of dead men. Men who cannot oppose you. That is your sustenance, that is your lifeline. I do not fear the dead nor the living, I fear what will become of you after you are left to rot with the corpses that occupy your plate. Strip away the pomp and circumstance, look through the Lovecraftian language, what do we see? We see a professional wrestler who makes a lot of noise, rattles a lot of cages…including this one. After escaping a near-fatal brush with a monster truck, I cheated death one more time right as you made your first appearance here. We all know I am a firm believer in fate, you chose that ours be intertwined on that night. I think of the Thunderdome, the night where we both received our first OWA world championship shots. As the voltage ran through my body, as violent men tried once again to untether me from living compatibility, who should be in the middle of the ring but Cthulhu’s afterbirth? Little, helpless Darkane, pinned down by the might of The Derelict. I came within a whisper of winning that match and you…you were the only one who failed. You demonstrated plain as day that you can create damage, that you can be the great aggressor, but you will be the weakest link in the bloodied chain. I have expressed my bitterness too much to bring it up anymore. Everything you have said about my lack of gold is true, why bother arguing? I have stood across the ring from my peers, and they soared high while I stayed on my path. But who is the last one standing? Who did not wilt under pressure while the would-be future stars burned out? Bull, gone. Gareth, gone. Kenny, dead. Jeff, five-minute man. Aria, on her last legs. Oasis, spends more time in Japan than here.

All those people who command respect and adoration could not stick it out. I have done nothing but work the grindstone, critics be damned. I am the one person here who does not command respect. The people hate me, the office rejects me. I continue to forge out an existence here because I willed it to be so. I have no interest in the petty politics of this business. I am always precisely where I need to be. You do not think I have been made offers? That I have not had carrot after carrot dangled in front of me? I could have been the golden boy but where is the fun in that? What is the point in being top dog if you know you do not belong there? I would rather spend another decade in this company without a world championship than to take food from the hand of the masters. I am no slave. I am no whipping boy for the powers that be. Every plan that has ever been made for the future of this company failed to factor me in. I was not supposed to be the first tag champion. I was not supposed to win God of War. I was not supposed to return to active duties after my father died. Every action I take is done of my own volition. I am not here to please or to be handed the keys to the kingdom like so many others. No, I never made it into the Clash, and it ate away at me. Monolith felt like he owed me from the first iteration of the event and decided to fuck my leg up something fierce. You think there is shame in that? In being cheap shotted by a goliath and having something that is yours taken from you?

Monolith fell just like the rest of them. No man will ever have the last laugh with Nate Cage and you, you are no exception Darkane. You are sick in the head, so what? We are all a little sick. We all get those intrusive thoughts that make us question our own sanity. The difference is that people like us…we lack that off switch. We lack that control over our animalistic impulses. But you do not impress me. Am I supposed to be impressed that you picked the bones of an exhausted Finnegan Wakefield? A man who had been in the ring for almost 90 minutes? Who was one kick in the gut away from keeling over and dying on the spot? Been there, done that. Preying on the vulnerable is something I am good at, but I am not here to pretend it makes me an all-conquering messiah. You won one match to earn this spot, I won three. You beat a battered twig to earn this spot. I beat a fresh Nobi, a fresh Keelan and one third of Kingdom’s main event at Final Destination. Simply put, my God of War medallion means more to me than a beefed-up battle royal. I have been in the Clash twice before; it is a match I am somewhat infamous in. And yet, the one year I do not take part is the year I finally get my shot at glory. That is all the proof I need to know that the Clash is not as important as people think it is. The cream will always rise to the top and sir, I have waded through 50 metric tons of shit to get to the top. Everyone who came before me did so because they took a backhander. I am here because I proved once more who is actually the most dangerous man in this world. Am I supposed to be afraid of what you will do with that shovel? Am I supposed to be offended that you have dragged the name of my family through the mud? Let me clue you in on something: nobody with a thin skin survives here. You can waste your breath on things I have moved on from all you like. Hell, I encourage it. My father is dead, he is in the fucking dirt. And true to your nickname, you are trying to feed off of his energy to fuel your own. Dead men do not fight back, Darkane. Dead men stay where they are and while you are busy worrying about taking the fight to one…the living is coming to take the festering ball of pus you call a soul. Are you preparing for a match against me and the champ or against our families? Against our memories? You love to pontificate on everything about our lives but what can you say about us? Jabs at our personal lives? Made up names and jobs that have no bearing between the ropes? Pathetic. This is the Promoer of the Year? Ha! What kind of promoer has nothing to say about his opponents of merit? Whoever voted on that ballot needs their head examined. I have no mastermind plan concocted for you. I do not plan for wild dogs. No, I have one simple mode of action: beat the puppy down until its whimpers dissipate. Maim, mutilate, and gut you like the animal you are to the horrors of a paying audience. Depravity does not faze me. Imagery conjured up by somebody who read In the Mountains of Madness one too many times as a child is just filler for me to cut through. At the heart of it all, Darkane, you can hurt me all you want: I can hurt you more.

As for the man who calls himself the Father, well, he is notable by his absence. The world champion heading into the biggest match of his career has said not a damn thing yet. The self-proclaimed Father, the man who holds all the cards…where oh where is Nathan Fiora? Nathan Fiora is finally coming to terms with the reality of his situation. Through the worst luck imaginable, the two most violent men walking the planet are going to be locked in a cage with someone who does not win – but merely survives. I have had to sit back and watch you besmirch what it means to be a champion for months now, Fiora, you and your entire troupe of lackies you speak for. The Awakening is barely even a group at this point, just three puppets and a man with hand shoved right up their arses. There is no voice to be heard from your group besides your own. You deliver sermons to the people, but I see no believers in your cause. How can you be a cult of personality when you have neither a cult nor a personality behind you? Nathan fucking Fiora, a man who has lucked his way into the worst night of his life, you love to see it. What exactly is your plan this time, Nathan? Hang back and let the monsters dish it out so you can steal a win? Get your followers involved to preserve your mockery of a title reign?

You have no such luxuries afforded to you, friend. You are locked in a crypt with two men who, despite their hatred for one another, hate you just that much more. Just to lay my eyes on you puts knots in my stomach. A man who has been in I Simp matches, who was once a busker, parading around as a figure of enlightenment. What the fuck happened to Olympus? A show that used to harbour some of the most elite talent in this company has been left on life support. Most of its champions left and as a result, you managed to worm your way into being champion. What pride is there in that? Anyone who chooses to follow you is clinging onto a hopeless dream. At Final Destination, all four of The Awakening’s members are defending their titles and I cannot wait to see the empire fall. Every lie you have broadcast to the world of your divinity will be brought into the light. The sanctity of your church shall be awash with filth. After all the embarrassing things you have done in this industry, there is an irony to your crowning achievement eclipsing it all. You will not make it out of that crypt alive. It will entomb you for the rest of time. As I stand with what is rightfully mine in-hand, I will watch with glee as you and the worm are buried under your blunders.

I have a one-track mind. The only thing in this universe that matters to me is becoming champion. I have waited and waited and waited AND WAITED! NOW IS THE FUCKING TIME FOR NATE CAGE TO GET WHAT WAS PROMISED TO HIM! NOW WE WILL SEE MY DESTINY FULFILLED! SAY WHAT YOU WANT. DO WHAT YOU WANT. TELL YOURSELF THAT THIS IS YOUR NIGHT DARKANE! TELL YOURSELF THAT YOU HAVE THE PATH TO VICTORY NATHAN! TELL YOURSELF WHATEVER THE FUCK IT IS YOU HAVE TO TELL YOURSELF TO SLEEP SOUNDLY! THERE IS NO REASON! NO LESSON! NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT! TELL ME RIGHT NOW, WHAT HAVE YOU GOT TO LOSE? WHAT HAVE YOU GOT TO LOSE…EXCEPT YOUR SOULS?!

Send an army, send one man. It will not be enough, I swear it.

J.D. Damon has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 2:33 pm by **Christopher Sabertooth**

Gone but not forgotten

The scene begins at what appears to be an old abandoned church as a small group of people has gathered around dressed in all black due to the unfortunate passing of a wrestling ‘hero’. A man that sacrificed himself for the cause to save Kingdom, as he always proclaimed.

A somewhat small group had gathered to honor this hero as the Priest takes center stage and gives his sermon before reading his prayers. Right after, a familiar face walks up to the podium and adjusts the microphone to read the eulogy of the deceased individual.

Christopher Sabertooth, dressed in an an-all black suit with a black tie to boot clears his throat caught up in emotions about the man he was heavily associated with. A man that he respected.

“It’s sad to see the people you care about, leave this world so prematurely. These past couple of days, I have been dealing with the loss and it has been really tough on all of us. We are here to honor a ‘hero’. A man that would go to any lengths to honor the legacy that has left behind. Sure, he wasn’t without his flaws. Heck, there’s not a lot of people here because frankly put, nobody cared enough to show up-- But that doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t take charge to do the best for the man that we all came to know as…

Jeff X”

An open casket of what appears to be Jeff X lying motionless in the coffin with his eyes wide shut is shown to the camera. The camera pans around to the crowd full of Ashes members as Maverick, Flaherty, and Hampton are seen sitting in the front row trying to ‘hold in their emotions.’ While Hana Nakajima is seen standing next to Chris sniffing her sorrows away while holding on to the arm of Sabertooth.

“What do we even say about Jeff that hasn’t been said. His accolades and contributions to the art of pro-wrestling will always be etched into everybody’s memory when he won the world championship for five whole minutes. What? Y’all don’t remember? Well, allow me to refresh your memory. Jeff X beat Moongoose McQueen and FINALLY reached the pinnacle of this industry-- for five whole minutes. It was longer than he usually lasted, I have been told. We all remember his incredible run as the OWA Spartan’s Champion, don’t we? After beating the likes of industry pioneers like Alex Scott?.. Uh. Hans Olsen! Remember him? No? What about Donny Diamond! Okay fine. Ademar Sauer surely rings a bell!? You know what, it had RD3 in it. We all know him. Either way, Jeff X became the first-ever holder of the Kings to the Kingdom! And he’ll quickly upgrade that into a Spartan’s Championship shot at Final Destination 1! Against who you ask? None other than Layne Kurobane who has now upgraded from being a Chiefs fan to a delusional Cheifs fan acting us a lapdog for a bitch ass champion in Wrestleworld. It’s quite an upgrade I’d say! And of course, the man who has been next up for three years, in Nate Cage. I am sure he’ll eventually have his breakout year. Right? Maybe the Devil in him has made him numb to all the disappointment his career has brought to any onlooker. But I digress! Tonight is all about Jeffrey X! After such a mind-blowing start to his Spartan’s title run-- He’ll end up having some incredible defenses against the likes of Miltiades, Udy, and even myself for that part! Not in a singles match of course, cause Jeff likes the challenge… Or taking advantage of a bum-ass wrestler in Udy. Depends on who you see it. Udy for sure had the IT factor! By that I mean he was a clown that liked the taste of kids. So, Jeff was clearly at another level! He may have lost his title to RD3, but Jeff went on to make history and win the second-ever Clash of the Titans! This is where he cemented himself as the main eventer he’d be known as for the latter half of his OWA run. He’d go into the MAIN EVENT of Final Destination 2-- Quite an upgrade from last year… to lose. Yup. Great wrestler, I promise. Jeff’s celebrations for his big match were premature like his encounter with Beyoncé earlier that night.” Sabertooth sarcastically remarked as Maverick scoffed before quickly changed his demeanor to being serious once again.

“And from that moment forward, Jeff had found his new rival. No-- Not the man he lost to. But the man he screwed over in a jealously induced rage that spiraled on to the destruction of everything and everyone on Kingdom. What a fucking hero this man was! Pardon my language. Jeff was motivated by-- greed, I suppose. Something he wouldn’t come to terms with until losing his buddy ol’ pal in Kenny Drake! And what a hero that cultist man who stabbed people on live television was. Wow! Jeff would finally own up to it all. He would accept his actions that led to the demise of Kenny Drake. He’d accept that he was the reason that Kingdom was at war for a YEAR! Such an incredible character development!-- That led to him talking about how he’d take away something that mattered the MOST to his rival. A piece of gold that apparently was the source of all of his power. But what he FAILED to understand that it wasn’t the belt around the waist of his rival that motivated him to go above and beyond-- It was the people that he surrounded himself with. It’s unfortunate to see that nobody from the Frontline showed up tonight for the funeral of their supposed leader because they just don’t care. If it wasn’t for the in-fighting between Arata and Ryo-- Then the all-out brawl between Bishop and Theo should certainly seal the deal. Jeff had lost everything in a matter of months. His friends. His family-- Nevermind, he never had one, to begin with. His position in the company… EVERYTHING! And unfortunately, he’d go on to lose his life because he put money on the fact that his rival only cared about the piece of gold that he held. He FORGOT that his rival had roamed the hallways of this godforsaken planet for EONS before his existence was even conceptualized! He bit off WAY more than he could chew and he paid the price for it. But hey-- He’s a hero, isn’t it? A hero that let his friends DIE! A hero that couldn’t lead a pack of soldiers whose whole purpose was to exterminate his rival. WHAT A FUCKING HERO!!” His emotions started to flare up as Sabertooth slowly became more aggressive with every word.

“But he made a mistake. He made the war out to be something trivial. He played up his own insecurities and made it out to be about materialistic gains and that’s where he failed. He made it out to be a story of revenge. An epic finale to the saga that had been going on for a year. While he came to terms with his actions-- he still couldn’t understand his position in the story. He was not a hero. This was not his redemption. He wasn’t going to avenge ANYBODY. He was not going to be a martyr like his best friend. He was a fraud. A phony. He didn’t realize that his actions had consequences and he paid the price for it. But he should be happy for where he’s at now. He will be joining his best friend six feet under as they reunite in hell and repent for the mistakes they have made throughout their lives. Both lauded as heroes for being selfish cunts who thought about NOBODY else but themselves. And the false pretense they put on as leaders-- especially Jeff, who couldn’t even get people to stand by his side when it mattered the most. Everybody had abandoned him. What chance did this man have after constantly failing to make a dent on his rival’s legacy? But he was too foolish to realize that. He was stupid to realize he was powerless. He was a walking closet of personal issues that would put a cracked-out whore to shame. But our ‘hero’ kept fighting on-- until he couldn’t. Call it the American stubbornness… But Jeff’s obsession with his rival ended up being the death of him. He was so incensed on taking everything away from him that he forgot about the things he had. He forgot about the influence he had on people. Instead of setting a great example for the OWT boys or his girlfriend, who couldn’t be bothered to be here tonight-- he was hellbent on exacting revenge that would never come. He knew that his own ideals were too WEAK to ever challenge that of somebody as selfless as his rival. And his constant denial of his rival’s existence-- making it out to be a mental issue. Was everything around him not enough proof of his existence? The death of his friend didn’t make him question the situation he had gotten into even once? If Jeff had opened his eyes-- He’d be alive and kicking today. His ambitions finally caught up to him and I am sorry-- I am sorry that I wasn’t there to help him. I wasn’t there to get him out of this downward spiral of self-destruction. Jeff and his rival’s situation was far too similar to Batman and the Joker. While they hated each other-- their existence would be tame and pointless without the other. But every Joker has his final Killing Joke. And just like Batman, his rival had snapped. He had given plenty of chances to his former friend to come to the very realization that the world could see! Jeff wasn’t ready for this fight-- He wasn’t ready for war. Jeff should have gotten better advise but his friends were either too scared to tell him otherwise or just didn’t care about the consequences. And for that, Jeff paid the price in blood. He paid it in full! He paid for his treachery. He paid for his betrayal. He paid for his ignorance-- His fucking bloated ego that had peaked beyond limits because of all the yes-men backstage telling him how good he was. BUT IT WASN’T ENOUGH! It was never going to be. Jeff should have taken his ball and went on to lead a healthy life but he instead chose to stare right into the eyes of his maker and MOCK him-- He chose to poke him constantly at every step of the way. I AM SORRY JEFF! I am sorry that I couldn’t be your friend. You made it really hard for me to ever care about the man behind the wrestling persona. YOU MADE IT REAL HARD WHEN YOU STABBED ME IN THE FUCKING BACK. YOU ABANDONED ME AT THE HANDS OF A FUCKING DEMON! And yet you said my name till your dying breath instead of his. Make his ill will into my own. Making his actions into my own. Well, Jeff-- I will be held accountable today. I AM the man you betrayed. I am the man you fucking ducked for THREE YEARS! Each and every time we got close to getting one on one-- You had somebody else involved in OUR story. Cause you couldn’t bear being labeled as a failure. Well, today--” Sabertooth snaps his hand as the scene around him transformed. Face paint appeared over his face.

...

“--Today I stand in front of you to show you the fucking mirror. This will be your reality, Jeff. I stand here because I cared. I cared for you in my former life. I cared for you as a friend. And you-- YOU were the one to stick the knife into my back. You were the one to end our friendship. YOU started this war.. So, I just can’t let you end it. I have been spitting facts all day but I STILL will spit on your grave even more. Jeff, you used Kenny’s death as a motive to boost your own popularity heading into this match. You painted the picture like this was your story -- your match to win. WHAT ABOUT ME, JEFF? HOW CAN YOU BE SO COMFORTABLE WITH TRYING TO END MY LIFE-- TRYING TO END MY CAREER. TRYING TO STEAL EVERYTHING FROM ME. It’s obvious… You never cared. You are right-- I was never your friend. Because you never treated me as such. And you couldn’t even give me the courtesy of handing you an ass-whooping of a lifetime at Final Destination. You had to steal that from me too-- YOU FUCKING SELFISH BASTARD! I NEVER WANTED TO KILL YOU! But you kept pushing my buttons thinking that I wouldn’t snap. You are right, Jeff. Until today-- I DID need you. I needed you because you gave me a reason to care. Hence why I could never kill you. I could never destroy you because without you-- My existence would have no meaning. Well, I don’t want to live anymore Jeff. I don’t. I just care about one thing and one thing only… And it’s not the OWA World Championship. I WANT TO END YOUR LIFE! You… You made this happen. You made me change. You made me into A FUCKING MONSTER! But nothing is as worse as the things that you did. You stole two little children’s RIGHT of having a father. YOU KILLED HIM, JEFF! NOT ME! IF YOU REALLY CARED-- IF YOU REALLY WANTED ME GONE… IT WOULD BE YOU... YOU BURIED SIX FEET UNDER NOT KENNY! NOBODY ELSE SHOULD PAY THE PRICE OF YOUR ACTIONS! You burying him six feet under does not abstain you from your sins. You must pay for all of it! You must pay for your fucking actions. You must pay for your selfish movies. YOU HAVE TO DIE, JEFF! YOU HAVE TO! YOU LEAVE ME NO CHOICE!” The camera pans around to the coffin next to him as Jeff’s face has morphed into that of Kenny Drake’s. Havoc looks over at the body and nearly sheds a tear.

“I have to kill you, Jeff. But think of it as a positive. You will join HIM again in the afterlife. And unlike him, nobody will ever miss you. You’re a stain on the fabric of pro-wrestling. An anomaly that found success despite all of his imperfections. A pathetic role model to everybody wanting to emulate your success. You got lucky, Jeff. You got lucky that people liked you. You got lucky to be put in a spot like this. Because frankly put, you were NEVER better than me. NEVER! And with every passing day, that idea got fucking plastered into your membrane and you can’t get it out of your system. You’ve gotten soft, Jeff. Is this the fire that I was promised for all my evil doings? You disappoint me-- Just like Raijin did. I don’t care what stories he fabricates for Arata to trust him, but that xenophobic cunt is too thick in the skull to ever see through his deception. I’ll tell you why he chose you, you dumb bitch. Your one-track mind would NEVER see through the lies. You’re foolish, Arata. But you’re too far gone. Fine! Accept your fate too. Raijin didn’t want me around all those years ago because he FEARED the truth that I spew. He feared the respect that I commanded amongst the common folk. He ENVIED the connection that I had with his own disciples. He was a God-- Yet no one would ever bend a knee in prayer for him. His powers may even be beyond mine-- But my powers aren’t strictly limited to that set by this mortal body. My power FLOWS through my people who CHANT my slogans and FIGHT for their rights against this unjust society. While you? You put forward your xenophobic agenda of the Japanese to take over this world-- How shallow of you? How fucking selfish of you. If you strive for equality then fight for it to spread EQUALLY amongst those who deserve it around the world. It’s not just your people who have faced prejudice-- I stand for YOUR people too. I stand against ALL prejudice. I stand for EQUALITY FOR ALL! And that is not what Raijin wants. He wants power-- He’s desperate for commanding the same fear that I do in this world. You are right to be pissed off, Arata. The biggest moment of your career has NOTHING to do about you. All eyes are on me and Jeff. WE were the focal point of Kingdom while you were subservient to Jeff. You can present it as otherwise saying that you never really cared about Jeff or his goals-- YET you stood alongside him THROUGHOUT the journey. THROUGHOUT all the battles instead of finding your own. You were a background player back then and that hasn’t changed today. And while it eats you on the inside to admit it-- It is clear for the WORLD to see. Nobody cares about all the power that you hold because just like your existence-- All of that would be inconsequential. And while you serve as the background to OUR story, maybe you’ll finally find a voice of your own instead of having Raijin stick a hand up your ass and presenting his words as your own. You will serve this contract, Arata. But once Raijin deems you to have served his purpose, you’d be thrown to the side and be a background player to your own fucking story-- yet again. So, sit down and take this lesson. I don’t have a reason to end you, Arata. But if you keep trying to be the center of attention, you’ll get caught in the crossfire. This isn’t your battle so don’t treat it as such. This is where I put an end to Jeff X. I put an end to our YEAR long story. I put an end to his treachery. I put an end to his guilt… After all, this is his funeral and I am the undertaker. The end is nigh This is for you, Kenny.”

“WOLVES…… AETERNUM”

His demonic voice echoed through the halls of the church as the camera zooms in on the coffin to reveal the face constantly morph between Jeff and Arata as the scene comes to an end.

Michael Bishop, J.D. Damon, Arata Asakura, Mav. and Alyssa Grace have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 1:09 pm by **Matsuda**

Final Destination Promo #1

“No Jumper”

(The camera opens to No Jumper Podcast host Adam22 sitting at a table with PWN Unified World’s Heavyweight Champion Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda and her manager Samantha Garza.)

Adam22: No Jumper, coolest podcast in the world, and I’m here today here with pro wrestling superstar the “War Queen” Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda-

Stephanie Matsuda: Former “War Queen”. Now known as “Queen of Fighters”.

Adam22: For real?

Stephanie Matsuda: (laughs) Yeah, For real. I actually gave that nickname up.

Adam22: Why so?

Stephanie Matsuda: Well I gave it to my cousin Leah Aguero who I teamed with on OATH after our feud. Despite beating her, she fought hard enough that she earned it. Other than that, I wanted to evolve beyond that.

Adam22: Well explain the difference between the two names.

Stephanie Matsuda: Well the “War Queen” moniker was something that my teammates in the Sanatorium gave to me because I was responsible for training everyone when we did it as a unit. My late sister-in-law Brody suggested that I use it in the ring. Basically, it refers to the versatility of my fighting style and my experience as a trainer. But war...it’s something. War is hell, and after seeing what Leah puts herself through night in and night out every week, I decided that it fitted her best. Now at the time, I was winning titles everywhere while taking on the biggest names in the industry. So one day I’m sitting back on the plane playing this game called King of Fighters on my Nintendo Switch, right? It’s this cool series of fighting games that my high school ex got me into years ago, and so I was like “what if I was the ‘Queen of Fighters’?”

Adam22: Because you feel you’re at the top of the food chain I gather?

Stephanie Matsuda: (nods) Yeah. At the time Aria and I were discussing our plans to become the Queens of Wrestling, so it all fit together.

Adam22: Of course. Before we get into the nitty-gritty of why you’re here because I know you want to promote your match at Final Destination, which is OWA’s biggest event of the year, right?

Stephanie Matsuda: Quite possibly the second biggest event in wrestling behind EWC’s Wrestle Fest, and only because they have like a 19-year head start on us. But OWA is the fastest-growing promotion out there next to the likes of Wrestleworld and SSW, two places I also compete at.

Adam22: Well before we get into that and the background of your match with Natalie Cage, I want to talk a little bit about your interesting lifestyle…

Stephanie Matsuda: (chuckles) Uh oh here we go…

Adam22: Now everyone already knows your sexuality and that you’re married to a woman and all that shit which to be honest is common - and should be right?

(Stephanie and Samantha nod in unison.)

Adam22: But, for a while, you and yours had some kind of arrangement?

(Stephanie laughs and shakes her head for a moment.)

Stephanie Matsuda: Yes...Monica and I had something like that. I’m only confirming this because we are on No Jumper out here in the City of Angels-

(Stephanie makes a sideways peace gesture towards the camera.)

Stephanie Matsuda: By the way, you don’t have to worry about getting robbed. I hired Big Naheem for FD week. He’s strapped at the moment.

Adam22: Listen I have security on hand but you know the more the merrier. But let’s talk about this arrangement. Now I know you’ll probably keep most things a secret, but with stories of you and your wife in the tabloids with different people, sometimes apart from each other, I just wanted to get the backstory behind that. You guys have an open marriage...or?

Stephanie Matsuda: (laughs) Not anymore. You see, we had an open relationship in the beginning because we moved...pretty fast. Heck, it’s a joke amongst lesbians that we shack up within months of dating, which literally happened between Monica and me. Throw in us grieving over her sister and we ended up engaged in less than a year and married several months after our one-year anniversary. Though we had no regrets about marriage, we didn’t want to limit each other when it came to intimacy. So it was nice for a while dating other couples, and yes before you asked I was involved with Samantha Hamilton, but now...I don’t know. I guess we started missing who we were when it was just us.

Adam22: (nods) I get that. What about the more recent claims of you with-

Stephanie Matsuda: I already know where you’re going with that and we’ll talk offline about that one.

(Adam raised a hand and nodded.)

Adam22: All love, Cloudy. Now let’s get into why you’re here. You have two mega-events this weekend: Final Destination, and WWH’s War of Attrition show. Let’s start with Odyssey and this match with Natalie Cage. There’s some history between the two of you, right?

Stephanie Matsuda: Oh yeah. The first Women’s Clash of Titans Match. She took it upon herself to kiss me without my consent and throw me out of the goddamn ring. Now while I respected her gangsta, she’s become something of a thorn in my side.

Adam22: How so?

Stephanie Matsuda: That world title run of hers. Odyssey became the Natalie Cage Show, starring Natalie Cage, feat. Natalie Cage. Under the protection of Viola DeMarco, she was able to do whatever she wanted, how she wanted. Then there was the Trifecta fiasco where she defeated the world champions of LAW and JET, two companies I’ve invested in. To add salt in the wound, she took advantage of the animosity Azumi and I had for each other and defeated us both at Hardcore Havoc in a Clockwork Orange Match. Once my attention was on Azumi and later Tarah Nova, I lost interest in Natalie Cage. When Final Destination 2 rolled around, I was WWH Women’s World Champion and I was on my way to becoming the PWN World Champion. She was the last person on my mind. As was Viola, until recently…

Adam22: Can you recall the exact moment Natalie and Viola became an issue again?

(Stephanie nodded as she took a sip of water from a small plastic cup.)

Stephanie Matsuda: The moment Demo Corps won the Lethal Lockdown match at Civil War. Once they gained the power to have any request granted by Viola, I knew Odyssey up shit’s creek. In fact, Viola made things worse than when Samantha Garza was in control. No offense, Sam.

(Samantha smiled at her client and shook her head.)

Samantha Garza: None taken.

Stephanie Matsuda: Once Demos Corps used their “wishes” to turn Odyssey upside down, I knew I had to do something. Say what you want about Garza, but she respected the strength of her champions. Never in a thousand years would she have allowed Revy, who’s half the warrior Niki Kahn is, to be fired from Odyssey forever. The episode where she captured the Women’s World Championship was one of the most-watched episodes in the show’s history. Khan brought fresh eyes to the business and what did Viola do? Let it all go to waste.

Adam22: Hmm. Let’s set the scenario right now. From what I’ve read, you were the one responsible for Viola DeMarco replacing Samantha Garza as General Manager of Odyssey, right?

Stephanie Matsuda: Yes. At Viola’s behest, I came out of semi-retirement to team up with Megan Harper and Nicole Fyre at Pluto’s Gate.

Adam22: And now you feel like you made a mistake?

Stephanie Matsuda: (nods) Yeah. Also, I realized why Samantha was as ruthless as she was. But I’ll let her continue with her reasons.

Adam22: Mrs. Garza, would you like to shed some light on that.

Samantha Garza: Well Adam, I always believed that you can’t let the inmates run the asylum. And sometimes to achieve that end you have to make a deal with the devil, or in this case three, being the Dollhouse. The Dollhouse was championship material - hell, they still are. Who’s the current and longest reigning Lethal Angel Champion of the modern era?

Stephanie Matsuda: Sweet Roxy.

Samantha Garza: Then you have Athena’s Cup winner Jonetta Stone. The Dollhouse was the most dominant tag team in OWA history, so yes I gave them special privileges because they brought Odyssey to the next level just like Stephanie and I will do once we take care of this Natalie and Viola business. DeMarco wishes she was as capable as me but has yet to demonstrate any capability of holding down Odyssey for the long term. It was a cute run while it lasted, but Stephanie and I feel it's time for a change.

Stephanie Matsuda: Hence why we forced Viola and Natalie into this situation. Hell, I’m willing to put up my most valuable title, the PWN World’s Championship. It’s something I’ve held for ten months, and you can bet your ass I’m going a full year as their inaugural titleholder. This is them reaping what they sow. I vouched for Viola, hell I fought on her behalf several times, but she disappointed me, Adam. Some people can handle real power. Others just crumble or become drunk from their privilege. Maybe that was Samantha at one point, but she and I sat down and discussed what we would want for the future of Odyssey. This match isn’t about returning Sam back to the GM role; for all we know, they might replace Viola with someone else. But what we do know is that we want something different, something that will separate Odyssey from every other women’s brand out there. Hell, there are talks of making the pink show into OWA’s third intergender brand. As we speak, there’s a group of men meeting inside conference rooms, discussing Odyssey’s future. They want to mansplain our existence away while finding a place to shelve their low-earning mid-carders. OWA isn't slick; in some ways, it’s no different than that prison camp over in Jersey. I know producers like Aria do what she can backstage to ensure that the ladies get a fair shot, but someone needs to be on the ground, making it happen. Someone needs to go out there and make the world notice by outperforming everyone who thinks that Odyssey can’t stand above the rest. And not in the “aw it’s cute the ladies are standing out” kind of way, but in the way that makes you think “wow, Sue Bird is better than Stephen Curry”. My heart lies with women’s wrestling Adam, but I see how women’s wrestlers are propped up and used to get diversity points with the fans. We’re not props, Adam. We’re not a gaggle of clucking hens. We’re warriors and I’m going to remind every woman on the Odyssey roster who the Queen of Fighters is, one by one. And those who were lucky enough to get a win on me? I haven’t forgotten.

Adam22: How confident do you feel about beating Natalie Cage?

Stephanie Matsuda: I’ll be honest. I know Natalie Cage is a badass. She’s one of the most dominant performers I’ve seen in my career. She has the killer instinct I talked about during The Clash, which is why I neutralized her before the beginning of the match. But, Natalie had a chance to take Odyssey to that next level and has failed to do so. Her vision...is very near-sighted. Then again that seems to run in the family. As dangerous as the Cage siblings are, their selfishness gets the best of them every time. Natalie is a great wrestler who can be a legendary wrestler if she put more energy into the future instead of living in the past while mulling around in the present. While she was wandering aimlessly around the roster, I went out there and forged a ten-year legacy in less than two years! People can talk shit about my lack of participation in OWA but with a skip and a jump I landed into an OWA Tag Team reign and followed that up with two SSW belts, one of which I successfully defended against Wil Pierce. It took 14 other teams to take the SSW titles off ‘Ria and I. Meanwhile, Natalie still living off the time she dethroned Azumi Goto, who by the way is doing better than her in the accomplishments department. But alas, the main goal isn’t beating Natalie. That’s just a means to an end for a larger problem.

Adam22: Viola DeMarco.

(Stephanie Matsuda takes a sip of water.)

Stephanie Matsuda: I really believed in Viola, Adam. I thought she would be like Flannery back in my Empire days, a tough but fair general manager who didn’t let anybody walk all over her. But between The Void and Demo Corps, she’s letting everyone run loose. Who the hell in their right mind would give Revy the power to grant any wish!? Llorona as OWA Women’s World Champion!? Someone who has yet to win a title on LAW and couldn’t get the job done when she faced Roxy for the Lethal Angel Championship!? One thing I’ll give to Natalie is that she was the one who came out on top over Kayla Winters and Midori Miyamoto. Now, does a part of me want to kick her ass for making JET and LAW look bad? Based on what I said earlier, hell fucking yeah. But, most of that was on the shoulders of Kayla and Midori. In fact, I don’t just blame myself for Viola’s mistakes, but Natalie’s overblown world title reign. Maybe I should’ve paid more attention to Odyssey. Well, now I’m here. First, we cut the head off the snake and set the tone for the upcoming season. And since we’re hitting two birds with one stone, I get another defense with the PWN World Championship. This is how a genius operates, Adam. You line all your ducks in a row and take aim. Bang. Bang. Bang.

Adam22: I respect the hustle, Cloud. You are on a roll and probably at the peak of your career. How much longer do you think you can do this? It’s said that women in wrestling retire sooner than men. In a few weeks, you’ll be 32. Are there any plans to start a family or to step away to do other things? I mean you have a gym, a promotion in Japan, and several youth shelters between here, New York, and Tokyo. You even co-starred in that Netflix movie with that kid with the magic lucha mask, last year. What’s next for The Queen of Fighters?

Stephanie Matsuda: That I can’t say, Adam. For now, I just want to focus on my journey towards the OWA Women’s World Championship. I’m sure there are other heauxes who think they can stand between me and fate, but they’ll fall like the others. Though as much as I shit on the Odyssey girls, there’s a method to my madness. I believe with all my heart that these are the best female wrestlers on the face of the planet. But that’s why I’m so frustrated with this roster. Empire was the peak of women’s wrestling and it fell into nothingness. Last night you sqw me go on stage at the Hall of Fame, right?

Adam22: Yeah.

Stephanie Matsuda: Most people don’t know this, but I was part of OWA’s “council” since the beginning. The main reason why I didn’t sign a contract was because I didn’t want to fight in places I had a financial investment in. But after seeing my contemporaries make moves, I realized I had to do the same. I’m not going to sit back and let Aria, Oasis, Nas, Finn, Keelan, Fiora, Nate Cage, Jeff, and Stark get all of that glory in the ring and behind the scenes. It’s time I started throwing my weight around, and after I kick Viola’s ass to the curb, this is just the beginning. People want to play politics? Fine, let’s play. But when I do it better than the rest, don’t go home crying to mamma or your spouse that you can’t hang. It’s just the cost of doing business.

(Stephanie shrugs and takes another sip.)

Samantha Garza: And as we said, it doesn’t have to be me in that general manager seat. It can be anyone. But they have to know and understand that we’ll be watching their every move. We are Odyssey’s true protectors, regardless if everyone realizes that or not.

Adam22: Hmm, ingteresting. Well, we’re going to take a small break. When we come back we’re going to talk about WWH War of Attrition and your upcoming EWC rematch against Ace King. Time to pay some bills ya’ll.

(The camera fades as No Jumper cuts to commercial.)

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

Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 12:26 pm by **Natalie Cage**

Natalie Cage

All Destinations are Final 1

Natalie sits at the VIP table of her bar, a tall glass of beer in front of her and a piping hot coffee opposite an empty chair. As the doors of the bar swing open, a cold chill overcomes the place. Each patron looks towards the entrance, a gradual sense of dread overtaking their psyches. In the doorway stands Nate Cage, the Devil incarnate and unfortunately for these patrons, the owner’s brother. Nate takes his seat at the table and sips his coffee, looking at his sister with curiosity.

Nate: Been a while.

Natalie: I’ve been busy.

Nate: I suppose we both have. But my being here is not through us both having free time. You asked me to come here because no matter how much you might hate me, I am the only person on this planet who understands you.

Natalie: Keep thinking that. I asked you here because at the end of the day, you’re a good listener and a good conversationalist. Even if you are a fucking cunt. Plus, I figured we could both gain something from having a chat. You’ve got a world title match at Final Destination, something I actually know a thing or two about.

Nate: Okay then, lay out what you want to say. I have no worries about where I am headed, but you? Well, I feel like you are about to enter the lion’s den.

Natalie: Nah, I’m just coming to slaughter a cub. Fucking Cloud, eh? I keep hearing about this match in these…grandiose terms. Everyone’s so keen to attach bells and whistles to it. Oh, it’s for the PWN strap? Oh, it’s a dream match? Oh, Viola’s job is on the line? Nobody actually wants to address the nuts and bolts of this thing. Nobody is acknowledging that Stephanie Matsuda is throwing her weight around again, acting like the world owes her something and that it’s fallen to me yet again to put a stop to it. I’ve been through this whole song and dance with her before. Her and that fucking “God Contract” that she likes to remind us of every ten seconds. I swear, she’s incapable of talking about herself as a person. It’s always all about her belts and her contracts, how much money she’s making. All that superficial shite that I nearly got swallowed up by. I look at her and I just see this mercenary who wants to disrupt what I’ve helped build. Because I’m not like you, Nate, you just destroy, you tear walls down. Odyssey is what it is because people like me cared. Cloud’s just one in a long line of would-be destroyers…a parasite.

Nate: The world needs creation and destruction. The world recognised that need and unleashed us onto it. For everything you’ve done to make this world better, I’ve done my part to make it that much worse. I knew the whole shithead world champion thing was not you. I watched every week and saw an act. You have acknowledged this, but have you worked through it? Is there still that little bit of residual guilt in your system for the people you hurt? You did some nasty shit in your run, sis, but look at the success it brought you. Now look at where you are, fighting for some B-championship against a hasbeen. Admit it, being bad brought you more success than anything else you have done.

Natalie: I appreciate the revisionist history, brother. I won the Clash being who I am, and I won the strap being who I am. Everything that came after that was just what happens when a young rookie has the world at her feet. Sometimes, power can corrupt but I came out the other side smiling. What the fuck have you done in that time? Had punch-ups with Kenny and had your heart stopped? Thrown on a gas mask like a discount Dead Man’s Shoes? The shit I’ve done here takes you to the fucking cleaners, so don’t talk to me about what I should and shouldn’t have done. And if you wanna start a fight, I’ll throw you up and down this bar and you won’t even make it to Final Destination.

Nate: Oh, you always were quick to offend. This is why we don’t talk anymore, you’re so sensitive. But I will let it slide because I love you. How are you feeling physically? Steph worked you over pretty well last time I checked.

Natalie: Head hurts, body aches, what else is new? I haven’t felt 100% in years. Chronic pain is the trade-off for being in this business, you know that better than anyone. I’ve taken worse licks and we all know that the hospital’s basically a second home at this point. If Cloud wants to take the cowardly bitch route and beat me down before we square off, see if I care. Llorona nearly killed me, and I still made the walk. Almost beat her too. What’s Cloud so afraid of that she feels the need to stack the deck so high against me? Because she knows that failure would expose her. Failure is the only narrative of her OWA run that I’m interested in. She has the red carpet rolled out for her and is given free world title shots for doing fuck all. How many world titles has she won here? Zero. She can win as many belts as she wants in other companies if it makes her feel better, but she’ll always have that unscratched itch. Sure, she got the tag straps but look who she was teaming with. A fucking retarded donkey with no legs could tag with Aria Jaxon and probably get a tag title out of it.

Nate: Touchy, touchy. Sounds like you are overlooking a top contender, sis. Is that the Cage arrogance shining through? You and I have only survived in this world because of our egos.

Natalie: I’ve survived in this world because I’m tougher than anyone else in this bitch. We’ve taken our fair share of hits, but I’m not here to let that define me. Look at all the battle scars you wear with pride. All you’ve done is let people paint targets on you. Isn’t your philosophy to never let the enemy know when you’re hurt? It feels like you’ve gone against your own ethos more often than not.

Nate: Ha! That is an interesting way of looking at things. You worry about yourself and I will worry about me. I can afford to lose this weekend. There will be other opportunities down the line for me. If you lose…well, I do not think you are considering the magnitude of that.

Natalie: I do nothing but think about the magnitude of it every single night. You can’t relate to my situation. You don’t know what it’s like to have something you love come under threat. You threw your own wife out of a window to prove a point. You’re a sick tyrant who will burn an institution to ashes for self-gratification. I’m nothing like you. I’ve have had to watch the woman I love worry about my health and wellbeing for too long. The roles are now reversed, I’m battling for Vy’s job security. I’m battling for the future of Odyssey. Once again, this brand’s future falls on my shoulders. I’m the appointed warrior to protect the integrity of the locker room. To protect law and order. I always knew Samantha Garza would crawl out of the woodwork again. Women like that can’t handle failure. Women like that are used to having their every need catered for, I guess that’s why she’s linked up with Cloud. Just two stuck-up cunts who think the world owes them something. Samantha had her shot at controlling this brand and she lost. The definition of insanity is repeating the same thing over and over and expecting a different outcome, how many times does Garza have to make a bid for running Odyssey only to be smacked back to wherever she came from?

While Samantha was licking her wounds and festering in obscurity, Viola was pushing Odyssey to that next level. Under her stewardship, the show has headlined pay-per-views, stars like the Four Pillars, Alyssa, Jonetta, Llorona, the Banshee and Rebecca Brookes have taken centre stage. Odyssey has a stacked, healthy roster that can make any match card must-see. Viola made that so, not Samantha. And now she wants to waltz in and take that from her…from us. I can’t allow that. This is our house; this is the life we’ve built together. Odyssey is my baby just as much as it is hers. Our legacies speak for themselves and yet, we’re staring down the barrel of two outsiders who think they know how to run shit better. Beating Cloud is a matter of integrity, of honour. If I fail to put her away, I’m putting something I love under threat…and someone. I don’t love anything in this life more than Viola and Odyssey. Without them, I’m just a wandering warrior with no home, no purpose. Why would I stand idly by and let someone fuck with that? After everything I’ve done, I still have to deal with outsiders.

Cloud will never be one of us, she knows that. She just comes and goes as she pleases, claiming to bring more value to the brand. Where’s the evidence of that? Was Odyssey dying without her? Did the show just go down the fucking tubes whenever Matsuda went on another excursion to some other promotion? No, we didn’t miss her one fucking bit. Cloud comes in, does a few matches, fucks off and we all move on with our lives. There are pillars of Odyssey, there are walls, there are floors and there are ceilings…Cloud isn’t even on the blueprint. When the plans were drawn up, she was never taken into account. The one time she contested for the OWA Women’s World Championship, who stopped her? Me. When she showed up in the first women’s Clash of the Titans, who threw her out of the ring? Me. Cloud knows I’ve got her number and the closer we get to FD, the more paranoid she gets. That’s why she kept me out of the Clash this year – she knew I wanted that second win BAD and she just can’t stand seeing someone like me flying higher than her. Now, she’s taking cheap shots and trying to create a psychological element. She’s dressing this match up with distractions, a title I don’t care about, the job of my partner, all these bells and whistles. She’s afraid. She’s afraid because she actually thinks the bells and whistles mean something. What’s the one quality I have above all others?

Nate: Focus.

Natalie: Exactly. I just put my tunnel vision glasses on and sift straight through the bullshit. I’ve done everything there is to do in a very short amount of time. The titles, the accolades, the main events, I got it out of my system a lot earlier than most. Cloud can tout her big match experience all she wants but the truth is, I’ve done everything she’s done. Maybe not for as long and maybe not in as many companies, but I’ve been to the dance, I’ve felt the high pressure. I’ve been thrown into the fire more than once and do you see any burns? Nah, you see a woman who never let that pressure get to her. I look at Cloud’s behaviour and I see paranoia. I see a woman who’s in the twilight years of her career who thinks she can reignite her fire by picking a fight with a young gun. She’s done it before and didn’t succeed. She’s gonna keep throwing herself at me until she can get some gratification. That’s what I’m dealing with: Two losers. Samantha Garza and Stephanie Matsuda are LOSERS. They’ve tried to get a foothold here at my expense before and now they’re back for seconds. Well, I’m obliged to give them the welcoming party they deserve: a crack upside the head and their walking papers.

Nate: You seem confident, I have not seen you like this in a while.

Natalie: I’ve got every reason in the world to be confident, brother. I’ve gone out there with the young blood of Odyssey and proven I can still hang, that I’m very much still the present of this place. I got my dream match with Aria and I may not have won, but that shit reignited a spark in me, the same spark that saw me hold the world title for almost 300 days. Right now, the old Natalie Cage is ready to be unleashed. That sleeping monster inside of me that took some time to rest while I got my shit together. Forgot all my nicknames, forget everything I’ve done, look me in the eyes and tell me if you see a liar when I say these words: I am going to destroy Stephanie Matsuda.

Nate: I know when you are bullshitting, I know when you are scared…I also would never lie to you. All I see right now is the vengeful spirit of Natalie Cage. God help anyone who stands in your way.

Natalie: I can always count on an honest assessment from you, even if you stab every cunt in the back at a moment’s notice.

Nate: Give me some credit, this has been a cordial discussion.

Natalie: So, you wanna talk to me about your weekend plans?

Nate: No. That is for me to keep to myself. Why don’t you tune in and find out like everyone else?

Natalie: I should have known better than to think you’d be reciprocal.

Nate: Good luck in your match, sis. I never cared for Cloud, give her a good, old-fashioned Cage beatdown.

Natalie: I’ll be coming for you next.

Nate: Oh Lord no, I do not plan on seeing your face for at least another year.

Natalie: The coffee’s on me.

Nate: Good, I had no plans on paying for it.

Nate gets up and takes his leave. There is a sigh of relief from the patrons, who feared the worst. Natalie leans back in her chair and exhales.

Natalie: Time to go to work.

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

Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 10:21 am by **Nobi**

(Nobi is at the Warner Bros studio, in Burbank, California. He is in a room with a big screen along with James Gunn, Margot Robbie, and Idris Elba. The screen is still blank)

James Gunn: So are you guys ready to see the next poster?

Margot Robbie: Of course James!

Idris Elba: I'm always ready!

Nobi: I'm excited to see it!

James Gunn: Aight then! Let's turn on the screen!

(The screen is on and revealing the newest Suicide Squad poster)

Margot Robbie: Oh my God! That looks fantastic!

Idris Elba: This is an art!

Nobi: And that looks very colourful!

James Gunn: I know right?!

Nobi: Haha. Well, sorry this is unrelated but do you guys believe that one of my….uh….Co-Workers in OWA don't believe that I'm in this movie?

Margot Robbie: How come?

Idris Elba: Are you being serious?

James Gunn: Well, I'm glad that I have decided to record this meeting for behind the scene stuff. You can use this recording if you want, Nobi I'm about to upload the poster to my Twitter immediately!

Nobi: Thank you so much, James! You're the best!

(Nobi talking with James Gunn, Margot Robbie, and James Gunn for a few minutes until he asks them that he wants to go to an empty room while also asking the cameraman to follow him. Only took like 30 seconds to the empty room as Nobi begins to speak)

Nobi: Well, hopefully you like the poster, Mark Michaels and hopefully you're going to realize that my Hollywood career is just starting, Noah Quinn. And hopefully you are going to watch the movie, Eon Blue.

But Hollywood aside. We're getting closer to Final Destination 3. This is the most important OWA event. People are going to see us perform. We have to be at our best. At least that is what I'm planning too. Judging from the way The Awakenings talk, it's obvious that they want to retain their Championship but they are feeling the pressure and the anxiety right now. They still want to convince me, Noah Reigner, Liz Karlson, and everyone else around the world that they are the best group right now. But I too want to prove it that Noah Reigner, Liz Karlson, and I have what it takes to beat them to win the straps for the three of us. I mean, that won't be easy. I know for sure. This will be tough and rough. But I know that me, Reigner, and Liz while we may show some emotions, we still speak and think clearly.

Let me talk to you first, Noah Quinn. You know it that you all have the pressure more than me, Noah Reigner, and Liz Karlson combined but while you wanted to call me stupid, I have to call you desperate. Who ever said you're going to be irrelevant after you lost your Television Championship? Certainly not me. But somehow you decided to say this to me despite I never said it that you're going to be irrelevant after you losing your Championship. This is why I call you desperate. You're grasping the straw. You have truly nothing to respond to some things I said to you and that's why you're cracking under the pressure already before you even go to face me, Noah Reigner, and Liz Karlson and not only are you desperate. You just made yourself look like a fool like you always are. I do admire the spirit for acknowledging that we're going to take all The Awakenings' Championship considering you said that all of you are going to ask for a rematch after losing your belts to us. Thank you. You can say that I need partners to win but you also can't deny that you can't beat me straight up either. First, you failed to pin me when I was laid out in that Triple Threat Tag Team match. Second and again, you had to rely on Eon, Mark and Teddy Mac to beat me on your TV Championship defense. And third and again, I knocked you out with just one single Attitude Adjustment. You must be so ignorant as I have to repeat these over and over again. Pretty sure I'm not quiet about you. I criticize you for your lack of guts and talents for not being straight up to see me in the eyes. But hey I can't blame you. You already accepted the fact that I'm better than you. Otherwise, you wouldn't say that "you don't care" about not beating me fair and square. "You don't care" because you know that without your brothers in the arm's help, I would have been the TV Champion and the story of you being defending the TV Championship for 6 times wouldn't even exist. The fact that Mark Michaels never won a World Championship is proof that the guy is having a hard time for 6 years. The way he "won" the Hybrid Championship with Finnegan Wakefield's assist doesn't make him a credible Hybrid Champion either. He did beat me to retain it, but unlike you, he never bothered to defend the belt anymore just like how Eon Blue is. Now please tell me this Quinn, how can you say you're a better man than me if you said you don't care about beating me one on one? You're not a man at all. You're a pussy and a coward. You said you don't regret it but your so called win over me is inferior to me knocking you out. That is just a fact. Me knocking you out is a sign that I can beat you even in your best days and I'll do it again in this match at FD3. You can't do something about it and you know about this 100%. You failed to pin me when I was knocked out. You can't beat me fair and square. You can't save Mark Michaels from Noah Reigner's wrath in the last Olympus. You and Eon Blue can't beat The Corsairs and one of them is in this match and not to mention, you were the one that got pinned, not Eon. So what are you actually going to contribute in this match, Quinn? This isn't me being a douchebag, this is me just saying facts. You can't be a champion forever and this is where you're going to slip. Just be glad that you wouldn't die because Noah Reigner is the one that is going to take the TV Championship from you and not me. You'd rather die rather than losing your belt to me because facing me straight up means death for you. Just be glad that Eon Blue and Mark Michaels are going to help you out as usual.

Now hear me out, Mark Michaels. You said that I won't be missed in this match and then you asked me what being cheered in California is going to do to me? I mean I already said it. I'm the hometown hero. Wrestling in front of my hometown will give me more boost and motivation to beat you all. California never does anything for you because one, you're a jackass and two, you have a traumatic experience for not being able to become famous as you expected to be. You might never wanted to be an actor but surely you wanted to do something outside of pro wrestling business and that's why you had an obsession of filming yourself and uploaded them to Social Media. I mean let's face it. You quit from the pro wrestling business countless times already because you wanted to do something else in Hollywood but they never worked out for you. It took you years to win one Championship in the New Jersey Federation because you always quit every time you failed to win one to do something else. That's why I think you're one ungrateful son of a bitch to Finnegan Wakefield because without him, you wouldn't beat Ironico to win The Hybrid Championship and without Finnegan, you would have quit from OWA already. Maybe just maybe you have one foot on the door already because I already said this to Eon, that you have signed a SSW Contract. I don't see your point when you said that you're an OWA exclusive. You certainly not, Mark, Eon is but whatever. Unlike you. I always stay in this business no matter where I work or wherever I'm busy with movies. I'm always here. Always working to win a Championship no matter how many times I have to try. You think you can end my movie career? Bro, so many people tried to end my wrestling career and yet, every single one of them failed to do so. If you're talking about my face to be specific, I have bleed more than I can count and yet, I always get a role because I'm always one handsome son of a bitch even when I was ugly. And so what if you're in this match? Just because you have beaten me once? Well, by that logic, Noah Reigner is in this match too and you better watch your back. He beat both Eon Blue and Noah Quinn in a fair game. He almost beat you if not because of Eon Blue saving you from an embarrassment. What about this? All Liz Karlson did to knock you out was just one single superkick. I have said what I said about what Quinn did in his match against me but apparently one single Attitude Adjustment from me was all it took to knock Quinn out. A lot of factors are in this match, Mark and that's why you can't be a Badass just because you beat me once. I know you're stupid Mark but I should have known this before that you don't have a pair of ears. I clearly said it in my first ever video for this match that I have teamed up with both Noah Reigner and Liz Karlson before. I know how to work with them and I know both Reigner and Liz have known each-others for some time too and that's why they can figure out the chemistry already, just like I can figure out what kind of chemistry I have with both Reigner and Liz respectively. Now you said that The Awakenings have freed your minds and become better for it. But tell me this. Have The Awakenings won a Tag Team Championship for once? You all are the Olympus SINGLE Champions right now but have The Awakenings won any Tag Team Championship belt? Doesn't matter which members but you all never won the Tag Team Championship. The chemistry you guys have isn't as good as you claim to be, Mark, whether you like it or not. Reigner, Liz, and I are going to show you why we are truly the dream team and how much natural chemistry we have at FD3.

You have been so quiet for a few days, Eon Blue. That's fine. I know the pressure is really hitting you right now and that's ok. Try to take a breath and calm yourself before you going to say something stupid in front of camera just like all your peers does. Maybe you need the silent. Maybe you need some time alone. Maybe you need a room to breathe. Maybe you need some fresh air. Everything works for you, that will be great. Because I don't want you to be so hurted as to possibly lose your Championship in a few days. I want you to think and speak wisely before you say something you're going to regret. Or actually, if you don't want to speak at all, that's fine by me too. Sometimes silence is the golden right? Less stress for you too. You might want to focus more on the wrestling aspect because you're possibly the best wrestler in The Awakenings right now. Yes, even more so than Nathan Fiora. Speaking of Fiora, he has been silent too. It's not my business if Fiora wants to speak or not but perhaps he understands your feelings about possibly losing your Championship just like how he could lose his World Championship too. The Awakenings have had the fun for some time but I think you're afraid of losing the fun, Eon. But don't worry about that. Even if you lost the Openweight Championship belt, you're going to recover quickly. I already praised you for winning the Openweight Championship and while I have been criticizing you for never defending it before until FD3, I'm sure the future is bright for you. If you, Quinn, and Mark are able to retain the Championship, I'm sure you're going to take my advice to finally start defending your Championship on the line for every chance you get. But if you lose at FD3, you can try to pursue other belts. Maybe you can try to challenge for one of the World Championships instead. Who knows? The possibilities are endless here for you, Eon. I'm hoping that you have something to figure out what you want to do if you lose your Championship at FD3 because Reigner, Liz, and I are for sure want to beat you, Quinn, and Mark. I've been saying that I want to win this match to add another Championship to my resume, start defending the Openweight Championship for every chance I have, and extending my Final Destination record to be one of the OWA's bests. In general, everyone wants to win and I believe you are going to show me, Reigner, and Liz why exactly you want to retain your Championship, Eon. But we're also going to show it why we want to beat The Awakenings too. But to be specific about you, it is pissing me off that someone like you is willing to hang out with the rest of The Awakenings because you're too talented for them. As I said a few times, Mark Michaels had Finnegan Wakefield's assistance to become the Hybrid Champion. Nathan Fiora had you all to help him out to win the Omega Heavyweight Championship. Noah Quinn had no remorse on beating you up and pinning you 1-2-3 to win the TV Champion and here you are, the only one that won the belt with such respect, honor, and pride. I'm saying this not to make you leave The Awakenings or make them kicking you out, Eon. I'm just saying that you're wasting your potential while hanging out with the wrong crowd, being lazy to defend your Championship, and being the Black sheep of The Awakenings. Hopefully you keep being silent and just think what I just said about you.

But whoever is. If I had a chance to be the one that scored the victory for my team, I will do so. No matter who they are. I won't be hesitant to pin or make Eon Blue tapped-out. I would love to show another dominance to Noah Quinn. I would love to prove it to Mark Michaels that the team of Reigner, Liz, and I are really better than The Awakenings. Believe me. Believe Noah Reigner. Believe Liz Karlson. We won't be hesitant to take someone's head off in this match.

(Camera fades to black)

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

Nakita DuBov March 31st 2021, 10:03 am by **HellFighterINC**

Nakita DuBov

Final Destination 3 Promo #1

“BOB’ing for MY Glory”

(FADE IN)

(The scene opens inside OWA Headquarters where we see “The Fem Phenom” Nakita DuBov and her manager Kevin Edward LeBrock walking through the halls of the building talking amongst themselves as fellow random OWA employees and other assorted staff pass by around them.)

Kevin LeBrock: “Phenomenal work this past week on Odyssey Nakita in that six man tag match, but one thing that is really bugging and vexing me much and I hope that maybe perhaps you can clarify for me.”

Nakita DuBov: “Sure Kevin, what do you want to know?”

LeBrock: “You are all set to go into business for you self in that match and not tag in Kimberly Chase and Daisy Thrash, and not tag them in at all and take on the Devi Krysis, Azurine Vebbins, and Liz Karlson all by yourself and even though I have no doubt that you could had taken all three of them all by yourself what possessed you to go against that game plan and tag them in and take the three of them on which might I add did in fact work to you all’s benefit as you really showed that the three of you could and did display great chemistry in that match and it propelled you to be victorious for your team, so again my question is WHY?”

Nakita: “Simply put Kevin, I made a call. It was an audible to say the least. Do you actually think that I wanted to give that crippled bitch Daisy Thrash any sharing in my glory last week after everything that she has said to and about me? To hell with that, but something in my mind said as I looked over at those two leaches hoarding in on my spotlight in my corner and I felt like that I had to be wise and not foolish so I made a call and I’m glad that I did. It did allow me to conserve my energy and pick my moments within that match and it paid off in one way or another even if I had to share in the spoils of my glory for a time. At least I was able to get a measure of revenge on that thief Liz Karlson.”

LeBrock: “Yeah, I especially enjoyed that when you speared her ass through that barricade. That was every bit worth the price of admission and possibly was the turning point in the match, and I can see how satisfying it was to get a measure of revenge on her for what she stole weeks ago in your debut triple threat match two months ago.”

Nakita: “Yeah, satisfying is a really good work that I would easily use to describe what it felt when I drove her through that barricade, and it’s a shame that I won’t be able to do the same to her at Final Destination 3, but despite all that I do wish her all the best in her winner takes all match this weekend when she fights for all of that championship gold only because it would that much more satisfying when I am right there to take everything that she is fighting tooth and nail in the match of her life to acquire. She may have stolen a match victory from me, but I will be right there to snatch all that gold from her and I won’t have to be sneaky or opportunistic like she was with me.”

LeBrock: “Well speaking of Final Destination 3, it looks like that you will have more than your hands full with this Bob Games when you face off in this cluster fuck of a match with some mysterious magical golden ticket waiting all of you at the end of this demented twisted rainbow of theirs.”

Nakita: “Yeah, I was meaning to ask you that. What have your sources told you about this match? Is there anything that I can use or potentially exploit or twist into my favor?”

LeBrock: “Sadly not much. Apparently Scott Oasis and the OWA are pretty much keeping this match, like everything else close to their chest. What I can tell you is that it is seventeen, including you, a combination of Alphas and Goddesses all vying and gunning for this mystery prize. It is actually said that all of you are going to be looking for this mystery prize and it is said as you look, you are fighting one another hoping to eliminate them from the match. I think that it is like seventeen will enter, and only one can win. So maybe like a pin or submit in order to eliminate them out of your way as you fight for this prize. I could be wrong on that. Like I said, they are keeping this match really close to the chest.”

Nakita: “So what do you think that I should do first in preparing for a match like this Kevin?”

LeBrock: “Even though you will all be possibly starting out separate throughout various places here at OWA Headquarters, eventually you all will meet up and fight to eliminate one another. I simply say start with whom do you know and go from there.”

Nakita: “That easy? Just start with any of them?”

LeBrock: “It’s not a perfect plan, but I say start with the ones that you know. Start with first Devi Krysis. This is a woman who will be more than coming in gunning for a much needed win. You have had her number twice now and looking to add another notch onto your belt. She will be coming in with that chip on her shoulder and more than something to prove. You did hear her earlier this week in her promo?”

Nakita: “I did Kevin, and I have to say that I am really impressed with what I heard out of her. Her first promo, managed to show a side of Devi Krysis that I had not seen out of her. No hiding behind her Stark Training dojo, she managed to give us a true glimpse into the real Devi Krysis and I saw something in her that I had not seen in our previous meetings. I saw a woman of passion, and purpose, and intensity. This is something that I hadn’t seen before and then someone calls her up on her cell phone. I think that if she taps into this fire really comes at me maybe she might have what it takes to finally knock the Green-Eyed Devil down a peg and be victorious in this match at Final Destination 3.”

LeBrock: But then again, she does have a reoccurring problem of starting off strong and not finishing. I think that there will come a time that she will break out of this and shine brightly, but not while your right there to stop her dead in her tracks, but still don’t take her lightly because she has what it takes to be a wildcard and who knows the sun may shine on her after all.”

Nakita: “But that’s just it Kevin, I’m not taking Devi or any one of the sixteen other competitors in this match lightly one bit. There are a lot of new faces as well as some all-too-familiar foes all gunning for this big mystery prize. This is anyone’s match, but I will be damned if I go in and then go out like a fart in the wind. I will run right through all these little piss ants like they were wet tissue paper. They cannot nor will they not stand in my way from re-writing the entire narrative in the OWA going forward. So whether it is Devi, Savannah Sunshine, Elijah Hampton, Daisy Thrash, Elijah Hampton, Azurine Vebbins, or that Jacob Senn, whoever. I am walking into Final Destination 3, right into these BOB games, and I am destroying every single one of them until I am the only one left standing. This match will go beyond the confides of a wrestling ring and an entire building shall be our battleground. They can run but for only so far, but in the end they will never hide from the green-eyed devil huntress that is Nakita DuBov. I will seek all of their asses out, I will find them, and I will take them all down.”

LeBrock: “Speaking of Daisy Thrash. I going to take a wild guess that you manage catch what she said about you Nakita?”

“Nakita: “Yeah I heard what she said. Once again, little miss ‘special kind of stupid’ is still living in her own delusion of grander. Daisy still thinks that she can manipulate the narrative to suit her and forget simple facts. I did all of the work in that six woman tag team match and yet she is the one that got the pin, and that's a fact. Speaking of facts. FACT, she did not give me my very first win in the OWA. I’ve won before her and I will continue to win long after she’s cried her pale ass all the way back to Seattle. FACT, she did survive by stealing a win over me with the most devastating move in all of pro wrestling, a small package win…with her feet on the ropes, but before that I was tearing that bitch apart and beating her down within an inch of her life. FACT, her dumb ass is entering into a where anything goes, and anything can and will happen. There are no rules, no ropes to save her from the truest of Nakita DuBov ass kickings the OWA has ever bore witnessed to. FACT, Unlike her, who has come back from a career ending neck injury and is wrestling on borrowed time, I have never been injured but importantly I have never injured anyone…intentionally. However, with that said, she is walking into a match where there are no rules holding me back and even though I am not going to bounty to take her out, still all it takes is to hit one move and the comeback of the years story of one Daisy Thrash will be O-V-E-R. Bulldoze me? Even on your greatest professional wrestling accolade couldn’t even take me. Again, she may of got away with a sneaky pin and no red flag to challenge with an instant replay, but this forty-three year old bad ass red-headed warrior woman out-wrestling her, and she damn well knows it too, but her pride can’t admit the fact that she is nearing the end of your career, all while I’m just getting started at my age, and no one including her can stop me. I am not coming into this match immediately to hurt Daisy Thrash, but being the natural pure athlete that I am and someone who she should never or ever EFF with, she should know that she is the one tempting fate by coming into a match like this where she is vulnerable to anything and everything. I give her my word that I am not going to go all ‘Sexy Starr’ on her, but if in the case that something should happen and she just so happens to re-injure that fragile neck of hers, then she will simply have only herself to blame because she signed her name on the dotted line to compete in a match such as The BOB Games and she got her own damn self hurt, and let’s just say that I won’t feel the least bit bad about it. She did it all to herself.”

LeBrock: “And what are your thoughts on Azurine Vebbins and she faired in your six women tag team match this past week?”

Nakita: “Whoop-it-dee-la-le-do-da-fucking do! She got off a tilt-a-whirl head scissor on me. Who won that match? Not her. With the exception of one little move, she wasn’t even a factor. I was the most valuable player in that match. I made it all possible so that the sun could shine on Daisy’s ass and she got the pin and who got pinned? She may of gotten off a move, but we won, and if she happens to cross my path in this match, in the BOB games, it will take more than a tilt-a whirl in order to take me down. Miss Adorkable doesn’t stand a chance against the likes of me and can’t win and deep down she more than knows it.”

LeBrock: “And what of your third tag team partner Kimberly Chase? Do you think that she has a chance to steal this match?”

Nakita: “And the award for 'leach of the match' goes to Kimberly Chase for doing absolutely nothing of note but yet she piggy backed and got to share in all of the hard work and labor that Daisy and I did. Hell to the EFF no. She was on the receiving end of a win and got to share in our win but come Final Destination 3, she doesn’t stand a chance against me and she can’t match strength for move with The Fem Phenom. She won’t even be a fact let alone has a snowball’s chance in hell of winning this weekend. As for the likes of Savannah Sunshine and her girl wood for Daisy Thrash prattling on and on about how great she is not, Elijah Hampton, and Jacob Senn, all whom failed to mention me in their long ass dribble and they will regret overlooking me and they may be favorite to win this weekend, but they will all be upset when they come face to face with the Green-Eyed Devil. Don’t be surprised when I’m done with Daisy Thrash, the three of them may be keeping her company in that very crowded ambulance ride to the hospital I am the woman that takes years off a person’s career and they all failed to read the fine print which clearly states ‘THOU SHALT FUCK WITH NAKITA DUBOV! They enter the BOB Games at their own risk and they will be carted off in a body bag with the toe tag will be signed by me. When dust has settled and the smoke has cleared Kevin, the entire world will witness the ALMIGHTY RISE of Nakita Dubov. How dare all of those piss pots prattle on and on in their promos about everyone but yet they neglect to The Fem Phenom. I will not stand to be disrespected and all of those jack holes will pay dearly for this disrespect."

LeBrock: “Well, they can talk all they want, but come this Sunday, it won’t matter to a hill of beans when Nakita DuBov has dominated, eviscerated, annihilated, and eradicated sixteen of the OWA’s best and brightest and claimed the BOB Games for all her glory and to turn the tide of professional wrestling going forward. She will re-write the narrative and leave with the mystery prize. Nakita is a wrestling machine. She is unstoppable, and no one can match up or hope to compete against her. She will run through them all and there isn’t a damned thing that they can do about it.”

LeBrock: "So, I take it that Delilah and lil Tzofiya Rae will be watching their mommy go through all these jack asses on Sunday?"

Nakita: "Of course Kevin. I will be hearing their cheers all the way from Phoenix. This match is going to be so much fun...for me, not so much for everyone else, but as for all everyone else in this match, their bodies will litter all over the building and pave the way for shall be my ascent up the ladder and make the entire OWA finally take notice about who in the blueberry muffin fuck I am. I will claim my Final Destination moment when I...BOB for glory."

(Kevin LeBrock lets out a very loud and audible groan back at his client in response to her obvious dad pun.)

Nakita: "What? That was funny. Get it? BOBBing for Glory my glory, my seizing my Final Destination 3 moment, BOB Games. Oh fuck you Kevin that was funny."

LeBrock: "I got it, but don’t mean that I had to laugh at it, and I thought that my dad jokes were lame."

Nakita: "Oh come on Kev has some fun, have a heart, hook a sister up, come on."

(The scene fades out as Kevin LeBrock and Nakita walk off down the halls of OWA Headquarters.)

(FADE OUT)

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

Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 5:47 am by **VaeVictisBD**

Final Chapter? Killer Instinct

"The Prodigal Son" Finnegan Wakefield

""Each second ticks just that little bit slower. The looming finality. An era about to come to its bitter end.

I like to think that I have had a good career up until now. Some may hold me a little higher and say I have had a great career. Others may think lesser, and believe me to have had one lackluster, a mere blip on the radar. I have heard it from every mouth one way or another. I am a has-been, a never-was, put on a pedestal or a star that burned too bright and he has started fading to the background. I've heard it all. At the end of the day, the opinions of others are not something I hold sacred. I see my career through the only eyes that matter. The eyes of the only man who can say they've walked a mile in my shoes. I have had a good career, I can say that confidently. But Clash of the Titans has made me put something into perspective; shone a new light on the life and times of Finnegan Wakefield the professional wrestler. When I was one move away. How my fate, should you believe in such a thing, would be very different had one more move connected. If I could have held on just that little bit longer. I would be in the main event I spent all year working my fingers to the bone for. Finally main eventing Final Destination -- competing for either world championship that I deemed a more prized hunt. I wouldn't be standing here mere days away from putting my career on the line against the likes of Keelan Callihan and yet; here I am. At the precipice of the end, the abyss I spent six months pulling myself out of to I might very well be forced to make permanent... The sad fact of the matter is Darkane is right... he did do what no devil or diety could ever do to me. He killed a little part of me. Something died inside when he took that victory away from me. And I don't blame him for it. I couldn't even if I tried. It was one more loss in another match that I made personal. And all I heard after I walked through that curtain, feeling broken physically and emotionally, feeling my disappointment eating me alive to my very core was that I should be proud of the effort. I should hold my head high for setting a record, doing something no one in the industry has done before, something they may never do again. I did "good." But it feels empty. It doesn't feel like a true accomplishment. I am told to be proud but all I feel is a disappointment. Regret. Second-guessing my worth. And as I sit here today, looking at my hands, counting down ever closer to a day my career may come to its end, that is the only thing I hear playing on repeat in the back of my mind. I did good...

But has good ever been enough?

That is what has been eating at me since Clash of the Titans. Is this how I want to go down? Is this what the years of effort has led to? Going out being a mere good on this sport? No... No, I didn't pack my bags and move across the world, sleep in the back of a shitty rental car and eat nothing but gas station warm meals and ramen noodles just to have a good career. I haven't been busting my ass each and every day of my life, in that ring, in the gym, even in the studios in which I try and make this sport look as good as possible, have I hung my hat on the idea of being considered a good professional wrestler. And I didn't come back from the six worst months of my life, where I have mentally been in a place that makes jumping from the Hell in a Cell look like a pleasurable stroll to one's own oblivion, to be remembered for a good legacy... I refuse to go down in history as someone who was simply "Good" at what they dedicated their life to. I will settle for nothing less than to be the best to have ever done this. To be doing this. And to ever do it again. So to go down at Final Destination, for my career to come to its end now? I can see why some people might think it is my time. I don't suit this mold anymore where going against the grain of professional wrestling is the new norm. Where it is far more niche to be the professional wrestler among the gimmicks and the acts -- to the people that do play devils and deities over the sport. I don't fit this Omega Wrestling Alliance like I used to. But falling to Darkane, has given me a new perspective and put this new philosophy in my head. All my life I have been told, had pounded into my head, that I will have to change for the world, because the world will not change for me.

I reject that philosophy now.

If I no longer fit the mold of the Omega Wrestling Alliance, then what choice do I have than to force it to reshape? I haven't spilled my blood in that ring just to be ousted for not being a gimmick in the ring. I reject these farses, these smoke and mirrors, these pretenders playing competitors to deem me ready to be put to pasture. This is anything but *my* Final Destination. I am not ready to go until I am immortalized in the very foundation of not only the OWA but the sport as a whole. I haven't dedicated everything that I am to be anything less than the best. I don't need a self-granted handle like the best alive, the king, the god -- GAWD -- whatever, what have you. You will know it simply by knowing the name of Finnegan fucking Wakefield. I may be staring into the abyss, the end of an era.

But I will see it through to a new one.

Our history runs deep in the veins of the Omega Wrestling Alliance, Keelan. It was our match almost three years ago that started pumping the lifeblood into it, legitimized it as not just a passing trend soon to burn out and die but forged the wrestling dynasty that it has become. Who is to say where this promotion would stand among the greats had it not been for that match at Game Over 2018 between you and I? Sure, perhaps it would have gained notoriety from the deathmatches and the wild and absurd happenings that have slowly established themselves as the modern standard over time, but I wouldn't call that legitimacy. That can't be established through farses, tricks, and all the smoke and mirrors that try and paint mortal men as anything but. We are not immortals. We are not the products of a Hollywood script. We are very mortal men, testing our very mortal limitations. And the bad blood we have spilled on that canvas in each match we have had Keelan, that's not for show. That's not for the benefit of being larger than life. That is our life. That is what we signed the dotted line for, to stand among the rest and tell the only story in professional wrestling that is real. Any match can be our last. When someone stands in the way of you and your goal, you cut them down. You are just the one that can't help but keep getting in my way. And I understand why Keelan. It's because I became the things you couldn't be. I could be taken seriously by people. I could become a world champion when you never could. People, whether they like to or not, have to accept I am one of the best in the world today but you? You're not in the conversation. At least, you're not in the conversation without me. You're always compared to me and, whenever that conversation strikes up, you're always the one beneath me. All because of that match at Game Over. When you put it all on the line against me and couldn't best me. When I denied you the world championship one more time from your career. I was always on the level that you could only just barely scratch the surface of.

That's why you came back. Because I vacated a spot and you wanted it.

And maybe you were close. Maybe beating Nas at Boiling Point put you in the conversation. But then I came back and suddenly, it was about me again. And it took you some time to see it, that I wasn't the same, that I hadn't found my footing yet coming back to the place that I helped build. So you tried cutting me down before I overshadowed you again. You attacked me. Challenged me at Final Destination. Locked us inside Hell in a Cell as you were once again ready to throw your career away. Because now, I was on equal footing with you. Just came back from throwing my career away and watching it sink into obscurity, being denied the rewards I worked so hard for, watching my reign getting weaponized against me. I was ready to throw it away again just to prove I could still be that guy, Keelan.

But that's not who I am anymore.

Make no mistake about it, I am not coming into this match just to throw my career away. I am risking my career for the sole reason of taking yours. It was out of mercy three years ago when I was still feebleminded enough to think the man I called a brother resided in you. Last year, I wanted to prove who I was after my hiatus. This year, it's solely to not only get you out of my way, but to keep you out of my way. For a whole year, you rode off that victory against me, it led to title matches that you just choked away, high-caliber matches you couldn't get the job done in, beating me proved nothing. And as you said, I kept falling upward. I kept landing on my feet and making strides through the year, I won the titles you couldn't, I beat the best that you couldn't, I made this year my fucking year. And even without the accolades that come with it. No Alpha of the Year, no Match of the Year, hell I wasn't even nominated to be the best to speak their shit despite the fact my words have held strong for three hundred and sixty-five days without distinction but in spite of all of that, I still had a year you could only wish to have.

And yet, you still believe I lack something keeping me away from where I should be.

It seems I can't escape one particular phrase in my career, something I have heard more times than I care to count. That I lack a killer instinct. That is why so many people feel they can look me in the eye and turn a nose up to me. Why they feel so confident before they step into the ring with me, assured victory a certainty. But how many of them, again I don't care to count, leave that encounter so high-and-mighty? An elite few; and none of them have been in my path the past three years. But you know what I will hear regardless? The same poorly coined phrase. I don't think the people who push that towards me truly understand what it means to lack a killer instinct. To be designated as prey in the land of predators. And I must be prey because, what? I don't have to go out of my way and bend rules to win my matches? Because I don't have to swing weapons around to make up for a lack of actual hand-to-hand combat ability? See, you will throw around the phrase killer instinct in an attempt to make it sound like I couldn't survive in your world. But if we're being honest? It just sounds like an excuse as to how you wouldn't survive in mine. People want a change from me so bad, let me step out of the boots of a professional wrestler. You want to take this from me, Keelan. You want to rebuild your legacy using my broken body, paint your message on that canvas in my still-warm blood. You can only try. But you will have to do something greater than you have ever done in your entire life. You will have to do something the brink of death hasn't even managed to do. You will have to bring unto me an agony so great that I say the words "I Quit." But there is no agony you can put me through, no torture, no torment that will ever give you that satisfaction. You will have to kill me, revive me, kill me again and I swear to you Keelan, I will not give you the pleasure of submitting my career and livelihood to you.

If the greater prey upon the less, I have fallen prey to no one.

Especially the likes of you."

Mav., Alyssa Grace, Darkane, Elijah Hampton and Noah Reigner have spoken. It’s such good shit!

SIT DOWN, BE HUMBLE [#1] March 31st 2021, 5:41 am by **Mav.**

“SIT DOWN, BE HUMBLE”
Ascension to the Heavens -- Final Destination III

Inglewood, California.

The dark, gloomy night sky provided Jason with the perfect chance to sit by the large window that led out to his balcony, a glass of bourbon whiskey in his hand as he looked out past the window and over to the city skyline of Inglewood. There was a lot on his mind with the week ahead, only after arriving home from the Hall of Fame after party and finding himself downing more alcohol as the night went on, Jason felt the pressure on him as Final Destination was just on the horizon, and heading into the match he had - on the biggest stage he’s ever been on in the past four years of his career - there was doubt on his mind. Taking even a glance at the names involved, it was a tough field of people. Jason was aware of it, he might not have faced almost eighty percent of the field before, but he was aware of how talented they are and how good of a fight he can bring. The more he sat there, the more he began to think to himself. Closing his eyes and bringing his head back into the cushion of the chair as he kept his grip on the whiskey glass, half-filled and hanging just over the arm of the chair he sat in.

“Jason,” the silence is broken and he slowly opens his eyes - seeing Savannah crouching down in front of him with her hand on his arm, gently shaking him to wake him up. "It's four in the morning, wake up, darling. You've had a long night."

“...I am fine.”

Drunk wasn't even the word to best describe Jason at all. His eyes were just barely opened as he looked to Savannah, and within a blink, they're back to being closed. In his mind, he wanted to drink until he dropped -- and not even to unconsciousness, but to death preferably. It's been a long few days, having to dig up his past and remind himself of what truly created him, reliving his traumatic past life. “Please, Jason. Come to bed. It’ll be alright in the morning, you’ve had enough to drink.”

“I said I am fine.” Though, clear as day, he wasn’t. “Tonight… well, tonight was very much a wake up call. The week ahead will be… stressful. But then again, so much as I have the bottle in my hand, everything will feel so much fine.”

Reaching over to the small table just to grab onto the neck of the bottle of bourbon whiskey he was drinking, lifting it up over his head to show Savannah how everything will be so much fine in his eyes, but she reaches over and grabs the bottle out of his hands, throwing it down onto the satin sheets covering the bed. She once again crouches down just in front of Jason and looked into his eyes, she could see the problem in his eyes - it was fear. Fear of the unknown perhaps? Who knows other than him. Savannah has never seen him like this, even during all of the matches he’s had since they began to date, she’s never seen Jason looking so… vulnerable.

“You look horrible, babe. I can see it in your eyes that there’s something you’re not willing to tell me, I just need you to speak up for once and not give me vague answers.” Jason tried to keep his head held high but he constantly kept dropping it low and almost falling into unconsciousness. Savannah began to shake his arm again, trying to keep him awake but her efforts were too weak to keep him conscious. “Hey, stay awake. Let me get you to bed first. Come on, wake up, please.”

His eyes stayed open as he placed his left hand onto hers. “I just cannot do this anymore. The fucking briefcase shit, the abholos shit, everything is so fucking draining and I don’t know how much more I can go with all of this happening around me or even to me. I don’t belong here, not after everything that happened, I just can't do this anymore. I’m done. I’m done. So done with this bullshit.”

“No, no, absolutely not.” Savannah grabbed onto his arm and tried to pull Jason up and off of the chair but to no avail, he was too heavy for her, the slender five feet tall woman wasn’t able to lift someone in the range of five feet and eleven inches and one hundred and ninety-five pounds. “Jason, for god sake, just get to bed and sleep. You need to take a rest and let yourself sober up. Come on!” Tugging, and tugging, and more tugging. The more she tried, the harder she failed. It was no use. He was gone, fallen unconscious in the chair he sat in, black out drunk from all the liquor he had drank through the night. “You know what… that’s fine. That’s totally fine. I’m just going to go to bed.”

That feeling of giving up was exactly not how Savannah wanted to fall asleep to, but for Jason, it was the feeling he wanted to feel, the stress was just too much for him to handle and eventually, he knew he’d fall off the deep end. Eventually, he knew he’d come close to risking it all for some freedom. Eventually, he’d end this game he’s been playing over and over again. In his mind is that freedom away from the negativity in his life, a dream world to escape from the hellbound realities he lives in.

Escaping everything just wasn’t an option though -- but eventually, he’ll do his best to find it.

___________________________

“These are the moments we live for.”

The opening camera shot begins inside of SoFi Stadium and the stage was getting set, it was a Tuesday morning of Final Destination week, and finally - Jason was here for it. The build up, the interviews, the atmosphere surrounding the entire week- it felt all too real to be true, but indeed it was true, the entire year he spent to make it here and to make it to Final Destination after missing out last year was worth it in the end. Sitting within the crowd seats inside of SoFi Stadium was The King himself, his right leg resting over his left and shades covering his eyes, sporting a more casual black ripped jeans and white shirt, a varsity jacket draped over his shoulder as it sported the colors of the Los Angeles Rams. The camera recording catches him in a downward angle, only placed a few rows below him, almost as if it’s looking up to Jason, and what a beautiful sight it was under the hot sun of Inglewood.

“I know I’ve made it very clear before but this has been something I’ve waited over a year to achieve -- to accomplish even -- and to sit here, or even stand here, and tell you that I am now a part of Final Destination. This is what it means, this is what it’s all about, that feeling of standing on the biggest stage and being able to show the entire world what you are made of. The fans, the electricity, the feel of how it’s all coming together. One whole year of building myself back from the ground up and ending up here, on this stage, and saying that this moment I’ve been dying to achieve has finally become a success story.” Taking a deep breath to soak it all in, sitting there in silence and looking around SoFi Stadium again. “This feels worth it, this feels as if it’s all been worth it in the end and nobody can take that from me. I’ve been to hell and back, I’ve been through so much shit to try and make it here, hell, I had to manipulate a friend of mine into doing what he thinks is right and in the end, I won because of him. It couldn’t be a more prouder moment. It’s a moment I could relish in, a moment where I finally break some fucking glass ceiling and show everyone who I truly am. This is what Final Destination is all about, right?”

A cocky grin escaped from his lips. Jason rhetorically questioned and was greeted with the silence he hoped for, and within that moment, he leaned back and adjusted the sunglasses resting on his face, continuing to cover his eyes from the blinding sunlight.

“I’m sure that’s what everyone else is saying right now. They’re all speaking about how when you’re on Final Destination, it’s make or break time, you’ve got to crunch harder than before to stand out and make yourself look as strong as possible. But at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter how hard you crunch up and work as hard as you can, it’s not about how good you can beat someone up, and I’m sure with some of those in this match, they’re the ones who’d like to say something along the lines of…” Changing his passive-aggressive tone to a more mocking tone, a similar accent familiar to those born in Philadelphia. “I’m going to fucking kill you because I can and I’m a god damn fuckin’ workhorse so you should respect me for what I do!” Then switching back to his passive tone, a small chuckle leaving his lips. “Poor boys don’t know how to properly act now, don’t they? This is what the energy of standing on a big stage does to those who spend most of their time on fucking independent vanity shows than walking along the big venues like myself or others, right? But let’s not get distracted by what’s in front of us right now, people. In just a few short days, this stadium will be jam-packed with people. Estimations are already hitting the six digits and it’s going to be a good one, over one hundred thousand people filling up this arena and for me? I’ve got six other people to be worrying about, I’ve got the chance to capture the Ascension to the Heavens briefcase that’ll be hanging about fifteen to twenty feet above that ring over there.”

Jason pointed right towards the ring that was just right behind the camera that recorded him, it pans over for a quick glimpse before turning back around and looking back up to Jason. Keeping a smile on his face as he continues to constantly not look down at the camera and address those watching.

“This year… I’ve got a whole lot of pressure on me because I’ve got to try and fill in the footsteps, try to follow in the footsteps of the man that won it last year, that man being the current OWA World Champion. Those, already, are massive footsteps to follow when it comes to winning Ascension to the Heavens and then being able to walk out with the OWA World Championship- I could say that about the 2019 winner but to be honest, people like to retcon that ever happened.” Pulling his shades away from his eyes as he looks down to the camera for the very first time, giving the viewers a wink, before bringing the shades back up to his eyes where they once were. “But the thing is that I don’t want to follow in others footsteps, because a lot of people are expecting me to come alive and take the same reigns as what Havoc did last year. The thing is that I am not the kind of person to just follow what people of the past have done before, I like to create my own legacies the way I want them to be, and that’s what I intend on doing. I love Havoc and all -- but I’m not copying what he’s doing, whether he or the other guy wants it to happen or not. I’m not the type of man to do all of that, because all of this is just a coincidence as to how things are. You know what isn’t a coincidence? You know what is just so odd about all of this? Just so obscure that it’s too unbelievable to even think about?”

He pauses, taking a moment of the silence to let an answer be spoken, shaking his head from side to side.

“The fact that someone like Ryo Sakazaki is in this when all he does is fucking lose.” Shrugging his shoulders after making the comment, Jason leaned his head back and let out a loud sigh. Of course, he wasn’t pleased with such a wasted spot in this match when the likes of so many that are on the Kingdom roster could have filled his place. “Outside of The Great War, Ryo - I believe this is the first time we’ve met if my memory allows me to remember, which is quite hilarious when you think about it because, I don’t even remember you inside of The Great War at all. Like, I don’t ever remember you being in there or you doing something noteworthy just like everyone else. So what have you been doing that’s noteworthy then, Ryo? What have you been doing that’s actually worth talking about? Let me think, let me think… Ah yes, absolutely fucking nothing. Are we even surprised by this at all? Take a look at you, you’re bland and so fucking vanilla that it makes the like of people like Azurine Vebbins or even Mark Michaels have flavour. Everytime you open your mouth, it makes me feel like I’ve heard it before with the way you speak, sounding like someone I knew back on the islands- Reno Dumont! Yeah, he sure as fuck had a lot to say then, didn’t he? Much like you do at times, Ryo. You’ve always got a lot to say but then again, you talk so much shite that it’s nothing but verbal diarrhea at this rate. You couldn’t even think of one noteworthy thing you did between your arrival here and to today, because just as I expected, you’ve done fuck all but lose. Lose, lose, and lose some more. It’s a repeat cycle that is just constantly spinning over and over and over again, never fucking stopping at all, Ryo.”

Twirling his finger around in a spiralling motion, gesturing that repeated cycle that Ryo goes through every single week, a common pattern in what he does.

“But let me guess, you’re going to tell me that you won your match to get here and you deserved to be here. Is that what you’ll tell me, Ryo? Let me place down the cold, hard facts on why you’re here. You won because Moongoose walked out. You won because his obsession over some fucking demon got to his head and he walked away from his Final Destination spot. He had you beaten for the one, two, and three - but he walked away.” A deep sigh. “There’s no pity, there’s no remorse, there’s just stupidity because seeing all of the deserving people who should be awarded the place on the Kingdom roster and it went to you. It’s fucking appalling, Ryo, because everyone in this match is a worthy favourite in their own right and all of us are aware of it when we’re not wanting to admit it -- but you are a different fucking story because you aren’t looked at like such, you are actually looked at like everyone expects and that, Ryo, is a fucking joke.”

Jason has cleaned the slate, cutting down Ryo from his list and finally speaking his mind on The Grinning Demon. Leaning to the side and picking up a water bottle as he screws the cap off to take a quick chug, looking around the stadium still and keeping tradition of not looking directly into the camera.

“Onto the more respectable men in this match. Which one shall I pick this time… the one I’ve got the history with or one that I am unfamiliar with but am aware enough of what he’s like… Maybe beginning with you, Graham Baker, is what the people want the most because of our history together and against one another. I’m sure you’ve had the chance to say your peace about this match, cutting down a list of names and running through them with your sharp tongue just like you’ve had in the past but it’s something that’s just- it’s running its course after all this time, Baker. Things like such are just so obnoxious and greatly heard of before that it’s like you just do the basic move of ‘Hey, I can beat you and all you do is lose, here’s the stats of what you’ve done--’ ...please, Graham, it’s annoying.” Taking another chug from the bottle of water in his hand. “I could tell you, and everyone listening, about what our history recollects and what it does for us heading into this match but why should we bore people with the facts? Why should we sit here and bore everyone with the truth when that’s not what they came for? That’s not what we came here to do, Baker. I could name off all of the times that you had the bag and you fumbled it, Blood Moon in SSW sticks out like a sore thumb if we’re going to go down that route, you know? But again, where’s the fun in all of that? We’re athletes, not fucking statistics nerds. We leave that kind of thing for the fat fucks that sit in these seats and watch for the entertainment perspective of it all.”

Though if you could listen to what Graham has said on The King, it’s like there’s a mutual hatred for one another- to see this surprising tone shift as if there’s mutual respect was something out of the blue. Even the cameraman recording is perplexed by this, but you can’t see that, he’s behind the camera.

“I know you hate me, I’m very much aware of it, and to be frank - I hate you too but in moments like these, I have to give respect where it’s due because you are one of the clear favourites in this along with me, and many others. It’s a given that it might be down to myself and you, and even though you are a brick shithouse and could fucking kill me with a lariat like yours, the problem lies with how you execute because your arsenal of moves are predictable, your build up to the likes of the Half Life Bomber or the Bastard Surprise are just like everyone else’s shit really. The only thing that makes your versions of it ‘special’ is that you’re just some six foot tall, two hundred and fifty pound chubby bastard that moves as quick as someone like the weight of me. That’s what people sell you on, it’s your power - but then again, it’s the same for everyone else, and then it becomes aware that what people sell you on are just bullshitting so hard that it’s hilarious.” Scratching the side of his head. “And hey, I might have contradicted myself when I say that spilling the stats is bullshit when I just did that to Ryo but when you’ve ran out of shit to say that’s probably not already been said, then it’s resorting to that tactic. Oh well, there’s still room for one more to speak on today.”

Leaning forward and still not looking down at the camera below him, taking his right leg down from his left and placing his varsity jacket down onto his lap, Jason lowered his head and taking a a deep breath, Not because of stress, it’s just extremely fucking hot in California. He’s sweating profusely, it’s very clear of such.

“Finally, there’s the Man with the Midas Touch, that being Matt Miles. I could say that I’m glad you’re here so I can fucking kill you for eliminating me in The Clash but then again- I’m not tyring to sound like Graham and that wasn’t me you eliminated from The Clash, that was the demon prick you eliminated. I understand, it’s hard at times to try and keep up with who exactly there is with me. Here’s the thing, my good friend, Miles -- I, like others, respect you for what you do. You’re… an alright guy, you’re a Cracker Champion, which is arguably the most prestigious championship right now in Strong Style Wrestling. But that’s all there is about you really, you came in as the wildcard to The Phantom Troupe- or what they were at the time. Quite frankly, that’s what you’ve been here in your run in OWA. Nothing special, nothing glamorous, nothing unique.” A slight shrug of his shoulders. “That’s basically it. You can talk your shit, much like everyone else, but there’s nothing that makes you… you. There’s nothing behind all the suits and ties, nothing behind the obvious shit-eating grin on your face, nothing that makes Matt Miles stand out. All that you are, Matt, is the lackey- the guy who’s just there- the man who’s got no touch on what the world is revolving to around him. You’re just the puppet to the likes of Jacob Senn and company.”

Harsh? Possibly. Of course, Jason didn’t care who he’d hurt with his words. Just be glad that he’s talking in a more calming tone than being in-your-face and shouting down the camera’s lens.

“But I like you, Miles. You’re someone that I see a lot of myself in. Just being a man for snide remarks and speaking the logical truth, that’s what I like to see, and I’m sure you’ve done that to me. Trying to predict me, trying to make sense of me, trying to think like what I’d think but the issue with that is I am very much unpredictable. I think a lot of people aren’t thinking like that, they think that they can predict my every move as if it’s something they can rely on with me. Just because they saw Aria do it doesn’t mean they can too.” Chuckling to himself. “But that’s the beauty of it, Miles. You’re an easily predictable man, you can do easily predictable things, whereas someone like me -- I’m far from it entirely. It’s in the name itself. Maverick. An unorthodox or independent-minded person. I don’t follow what the rules give me, I don’t follow what they expect me to do, I make the rules as I go along and everyone just has to live with it.”

A confident smile all over his face, and for the first time since the beginning of the vignette, he finally acknowledges the camera properly, looking down at the lens but still keeping his shades on.

“That’s the beauty of it really, don’t you all agree? People are quick to write me off as someone who cannot control what’s inside of me but in reality, I’m letting it all soak in and I’m letting you all fuck it up and underestimate me like the fucking clowns that you all are. I’m not walking into this with the intent of failing, because this means more to me than it has for everyone else. I’ve yet to claim territory, the rest of you have before, this is the moment that I’ve needed the minute I stepped foot into OWA. So please, do everyone a favour and back off, do everyone a favour and stand down.” Taking a deep inhale through his nose. “Sit down…”

Slowly taking the shades off of his face and looking directly into the lens of the camera, a slight bit of a snarled look on his face as he does, but soon changing his expression to a slight smirk.

“Be humble.”

The feed soon fades to black.

Christopher Sabertooth, Alyssa Grace, Noah Reigner and Savannah Sunshine. have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 3:55 am by **Jeff X**

Killing Hour

Los Angeles, California

March 30, 2021

The scene opens up to Jeff sitting alone at the foot of the hotel room bed. He’s dressed in a blue UNC t-shirt, a pair of faded Levi’s jeans, scuffed up work boots, and his usual camouflage Reatree cap. It doesn’t appear as if he’s been staying at the hotel room long, as his bag is still zipped up and sitting next to him on the bed. In fact, the only semblance that anyone’s been occupying the cheap room at all, is the handful of empty Bud Light bottles sitting atop the night stand. Jeff, however, appears to have abandoned the beer in exchange for something a bit stronger, as he tightly clenches a bottle of Jack Daniel’s in his left hand. He’s leaned forward, his bloodshot eyes staring at nothing in particular as he appears deeply lost in thought. He rocks slightly back and forth as if he’s troubled by something as he takes a swig from the bottle.

“They’re right, you know.”

Jeff shakes his head as he grabs his pack of Marlboro Reds, quickly lighting one up as he looks genuinely stressed.

“This...all of this...everything that’s happened over the last twelve months. The war, the carnage, the sacrifices...the death...it’s all on me. It’s my fault. None of it was ever intended. I didn’t want to bring all of this down upon everyone. But regardless of what my intentions were, there’s no denying that it was I who triggered everything. I stopped Chris from cashing in his briefcase. I formed the Frontline to lead them into a war that turned out to be a no-win situation. I was the one who stepped on Chris’ toes at every turn and drove him to bring that...that thing Abholos into our Kingdom. I dragged Kenny into a war he had no business being in and now there’s a wife with no husband...and a child with no father. It was all me. Intentional or not, every bit of it all can be traced directly back to me. The consequences of my actions have been a gut-check that I have no choice but to endure. I caused all of these monstrous, terrible, heinous events to unfold and...and…”

Jeff grits his teeth as he stares up into the camera with those cold, blue eyes of his.

“...and I'm not fucking done yet."

Jeff allows a sadistic smirk to flicker across his face.

“You all think that my actions up to this point have led to some dire consequences, but I assure you that you ain’t seen shit yet. I can do a whole lot worse than this and at Final Destination the entire world will see what I mean. You all want to paint me as the villain? Then so be it. I’ll wear that fucking mantra with pride because the things that I plan on doing to the two of you will guarantee me two things...the OWA World Championship...and a one-way ticket straight to hell. Cause you see...I’m not afraid of that side of me. But you two should be. You both claim that I’m the one to blame for the destruction of Kingdom, so I want you to ask yourselves...if I can destroy an entire roster single-handedly...then what the fuck do you think I’m going to do to the two of you? What, do you think you’re somehow immune to the chaos that I can apparently create? Are the powers of Gods and demons going to save you? They should, right? After all I’m just a mere fucking mortal. But I’m the same mortal that rolled into Japan, walked straight into the Black Sun’s operation, where Arata and his God-like powers should be at peak fucking strength. I wasn’t possessed by a demon, touched by an angel, or invigorated with the power of a God. I just walked in there with nothing more than a than with a Harley, a GLOCK, and a bad fucking attitude and I burned the whole fucking place to the ground. Hell, if it weren’t for Chris showing up to save your worthless ass at the last second, you would have met an ACTUAL fucking God when I sent six shells to dispense your delusional brain onto the fucking wall. And you knew it. I saw the look in your eyes as I aimed that barrel your way. A look I know all too well because I’ve seen it in the eyes of many, many before you. Fear. The crippling realization that everything you knew and loved had reached its bitter conclusion. You were bailed out by that painted up freak that day, but at Final Destination, you’re not going to be so lucky. Because you’re not a God, Arata. You’re a fucking martyr. Just another mindless idiot who’s religious ideology is going to wind up getting you killed. Perhaps as soon as this weekend. After all, you’re the one who seems to get off by reminding me that I’m a murderer as if it’s something I’m not fully aware of already. I’ve already told you this before, but then again you are Japanese, so it comes as no shock that I have to drop this bombshell on you twice, but….I know I’m a killer, Arata. Kenny’s death isn’t the first one that you can lay at my feet and it damn sure won’t be the last. Especially not while you and Chris are still taking up space on MY fucking brand.”

Jeff’s jaw is clenched and you can see the veins in his arms and neck beginning to bulge out as his temper rises. But he pauses to take a breath, as well as hit the bottle and the smoke. He somewhat manages to regain his composure before pressing on.

“The truth is, I always have been that way, Arata. Even as a child, that thirst for blood, the penchant of violence, and the thrill of a kill was there. It’s what drove me to pick up an M16 and go sit in a desert for two fucking years. It’s what deemed me unfit to live in society for a god damn decade. Hell, the whole reason I took this bullshit up in the first place was so that I could get paid to legally bash people’s fucking skulls in. And I don’t know if you’ve noticed Arata...but I’m damn good at it. Better than you. Better than Chris. Better than any other sack of shit walking that locker room. And I’m better because I live for this shit. I live to hear the sounds of bones shattering, to feel the warmth of another person’s blood on my fists, and to see that look in someone else’s eyes when they know that there’s nothing they can do to stop me...and that their own physical well-being is in my hands. THAT’S why Oasis chose me, Arata. Because I’m fucking good at violence. And I don’t need any cheap parlor tricks or magic props to get the job done. The only thing that I require is a new fucking victim placed in front of me each week. You can call it favoritism all you like...but I built my career from the ground up, stacking body on top of body to earn my spot. A spot you want so bad that you can taste it, yet you aren’t willing to put forth any actual effort to do so. Hell, even the spot you have now, you can thank me for. What? You forget that that little Spartans reign of yours wouldn’t have been possible without the Keys to Kingdom...you know...that little thing you let Hayden Cross of all people run off with last year? Remind me again how you got those back? Oh yeah, that’s right...I fucking took them from him myself and handed them straight to you, masking your incompetence for you in the process. Little did I know that that’d be something I’d wind up doing for the better part of the next year while you were in Frontline. And make no bones about it Arata, that’s all I’ve done...that’s all Frontline has done since the beginning is mask your deficiencies and find ways to succeed despite you. You weren’t a fucking benefit to us. Never were. You pretend like you took up arms to ride into battle with us, but look at the facts. You spent your entire time here bickering with Ryo like a schoolyard bully or getting your shit kicked in by JD Damon. You were never any help, you were just a fucking hindrance. Deadweight that dragged us down from the very beginning. Hell, YOU WERE OUR OWN VERSION OF FUCKING UDY! But despite your fucking uselessness, you STILL got to see your standing in this company skyrocket simply from being associated with people like me and Bishop and Chris and Moongoose. Face it, your stock was never as high as it was when I was dragging your worthless carcass to main event spots. But just as I got you to this point, I’m going to take it all away Arata. Not just your spot on the card, but your career in general. And IF I’m feeling merciful, then maybe you’ll get lucky and I’ll stop there. But then again...you said it yourself, right? I’m the bad guy. Would be awfully out of character for me to show mercy, wouldn’t it?”

Jeff smiles again, but he looks menacing as he does so. The bloodlust is plain as day. You can see it in his eyes, his smile, his mannerisms. It’s downright terrifying.

“But as grim as your prospects for Final Destination appear Arata, you can at least take solace in knowing that despite everything that you have done to piss me the fuck off, you are still not the primary focus. That honor belongs to you, Chris. Honestly, at this point I don’t know what’s left to be said. This rivalry between us feels like it's gone on longer than your tween girlfriend has even been alive, but yet here we stand with nothing settled. We’ve been to hell and back, inside battlefields specifically designed by a madman to end this and yet STILL here we stand with not a god damn thing settled between us. But I suppose I always knew that this wouldn’t end until now. The aptly named Final Destination feels like the only stage big enough to finally bring a conclusion to this. And I know that I may have muddied the waters of our grand finale a bit by allowing that rat to sneak his way onto our stage, but rest assured...the outcome of it all will be no different. Arata’s inclusion and pending demise will not take away from your own in the slightest. But you already know that, don’t you? You already realize that your days as champion are numbered because we’ve been at this long enough for you to know that I won’t fucking stop. No matter what you do, how many tricks you pull out of your ass, no matter what powers you may think you have...I will keep fucking coming. And you’re aware of that because if you could stop me, you would have done it by now. You’ve tried for a solid year, using everything in your arsenal, taking risks that were bold even by your standards to try and end my advances, but you haven’t even been able to slow me down. You’ve had my skull opened up with the swing of a bat, you’ve turned my career defining moment into shattering heartbreak, you’ve had me transported to alternate dimensions, you’ve had me heading off into war, you’ve had me witnessing the ones I love die, you’ve done EVERYTHING you could to break me! Things that SHOULD have worked and HAVE worked on everyone else, but yet here I still stand, ready to leave you as nothing more than a red stain covering the canvas. And do you want to know why, Chris? Because we all have our demons. For some people it’s alcohol or drugs...for others it’s gambling or sex...but for you...you would assume that it’s Havoc, right? But Havoc isn’t the demon that’s overtaken you, Chris...I am. I am the reason that you stay up at night. I am the constant thought in the back of your head that won’t go away. I am one thing that has constantly kept you from gripping firm control over the things you desire. I am the thorn in your side that you just can’t get rid of. The sickness that you just can’t recover from. And the worst part is that there is no rehabilitation. There is just you, slowly spinning into a depressed state of misery and helplessness until ultimately you join the masses of people who have succumbed to their demons. That time for you comes at Final Destination 3, Chris.”

Jeff realizes he’s smoked his cigarette down to the butt and he flicks it across the room into the corner trash can. He follows it up by turning the bottle up once more and allowing several shots of the Tennessee whiskey to flow down his throat before turning back to the camera.

“How infuriating it must be for you...the supposedly all powerful Havoc...never met a foe he couldn’t take down, but yet he can’t quite crack the code of a 'common fucking drunk'. I know it drives you crazy, Chris. I can hear it in your voice and see it in your eyes. You hate me. You hate me because you know that your rule over Kingdom will never secure while I exist and it’s made you desperate. Desperate enough to bring Abholos here in the first place, which hasn’t worked out well for anybody, yourself included. That was a foolish and dangerous risk to take, yet you did it anyway purely because of how much you loathe me. I can’t say that I blame you. I probably would have done the same thing because the feeling is mutual. I too have risked more than I ever should have in these battles against you and in the process, I’ve lost time and people that I’ll never be able to get back again. And that’s on me...I’ll own that. But after Final Destination, another thing that I’ll own will be the one possession you prize more than any other...the OWA World Championship. And I know Chris...I know it makes you sick to your stomach to even THINK about me with that championship, but it’s a reality that you can’t do anything about. You’re all out of tricks, Chris. At the end of your rope, with nowhere left to hide and no one left to help you. It’s finally time to step up and face me yourself without anyone else aside from that irrelevant fuck Arata anywhere to be found. This ends Sunday. At the biggest event of the year...the main event of the show that I fucking made famous….I take back what’s mine."

Jeff tips the bottle up and finishes off whatever remains in it before letting it fall to the floor. He lights up another cigarette and inhales it deeply before blowing the smoke into the cheap hotel room.

“You claim to fight for the people Chris, but tat’s a load of shit. At this point you fight for the same reason that I do. For pure unbridled fucking hatred. For wanting to see someone hurt or worse...dead. But the problem is Chris...this is a fight you can’t win. A sequel to a war that already saw you waving the white flag once, but this time I will not accept a surrender. The only way you’re going to escape what I have planned for you is through the sweet release of death.”

Jeff smirks one more time as stares into the camera.

“Just make sure to tell Kenny I miss him for me, will you?”

[Fade to Black]

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

Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 3:05 am by **Savannah Sunshine.**

FINAL DESTINATION III: THE REBIRTH (PART THREE; FINALE)

INGLEWOOD, CALIFORNIA
TUESDAY, MARCH 30TH, 2021

The sound of her cellphone alerting her of a new video popping up on the feed caught her ears. In her half-asleep stupor, she scrambled towards the side table to snatch up her phone. Eye mask being pushed up onto the top of her head as a gentle yawn spilled from her lips. She clicked the small bedside lamp on, rubbing at tired eyes as she presses play on the video. A message from Daisy Thrash playing on the screen. The more she talks, the more Savannah wants to burrow herself into her blanket and drown out her voice. It’s like nails on a chalkboard, screeching and annoying. A gentle groan of annoyance leaves her lips as her eyes roll slightly.

Until she mentions her by name. Until she brings up her son. Until she thinks she knows a single goddamn thing about her. The more she talks, the more Savannah’s blood boils. If this were one of those old-timey cartoons, smoke would be blowing from her ears with full whistling effects. She quickly closes the video, no longer wanting to hear a single word as Daisy continues on in her little rants about as many people as she can fit into things. She can feel the throbbing headache at the corner of her temple, jaw clenching tightly as she rubs index and middle finger hard against the spot.

Forcing herself out of the bed, she digs through her suitcase for a change of clothes. Tapout Shorts and Tanktop will do, for now, perfect for what she has in mind anyway. She pulls her hair into a tight ponytail, changes from pajamas to workout clothes, and grips her cellphone in one of her hands. Fingers dial an all too familiar number before a voice picks up on the other end. Conversation muffled and quiet before she’s hanging up several moments later. The perks of having some good friends left in this world meant she could put some of them to good use when she needed them. For example, having a friend who happened to own a couple of gyms all over the place had its perks… and how could he say no to the woman who helped him when he was down on his luck? It hadn’t taken a single ounce of begging for him to open up shop just for her. The walk from the hotel to the gym had taken her roughly ten minutes, though the walk had helped quell the aching burn within her veins. She was still far too fired up to simply let this go.

As she approached the gym, she glanced up at the slogan written in big bold lettering across the entrance. It was a memorable quote from one of her favorite movies. NEVER LET THE FEAR OF STRIKING OUT, KEEP YOU FROM PLAYING THE GAME. The quote had always stuck out to her the most, eyes gently closing as she exhaled softly, before stepping inside of the gym. It had been a while since she had last seen her friend. But, they were both leading very different lives from those when they were mere teenagers and children. They had grown up together, their mothers had been best friends, in fact… they were still best friends to this day. Which meant Savannah and Genevieve had known each other since before they could even properly talk or walk. Something that they never forgot, even as they had grown older and that time together had been few and far between. As the bell alerted Genevieve that Savannah had arrived, the taller woman was quick to jump from behind the desk.

“Savannah Andrews, it’s been way too long, woman!” The pair are quickly embracing one another, tightly hugging before they pull away with matching laughs. They both give each other a once-over, Genevieve shaking her head slightly with a small teasing grin. “Still never grew a couple more inches, huh?” She nudged her friend with an elbow, Savannah’s eyes rolling playfully as the pair stepped deeper into the gym. “Oh, you know me. Being short is kind of my thing.” She pauses briefly as she gasps at the sight of the gym. A ring in the center of the room, a couple of punching bags hanging from the ceiling, other gym equipment loosely scattered around the room.

“Wow… it’s gorgeous here. Thanks again for doing this for me on such short notice. It’s… admittedly been a very exhausting and draining week.” She sets her bag down on one of the benches as the taller female follows behind her with a gentle frown. “Please, I would drop everything for more than five minutes with my best friend. Besides, you sounded like you could use a break… and you look like it too. You know I’m the last person to be judgemental if you need me to lend an ear while I’m holding one of those bags for you.” She shoots Savannah a grin and Savannah shakes her head slightly.

As the pair walk over towards a punching bag, Genevieve holds it carefully as Savannah stretches a bit. A brief moment of silence falling over them before Savannah speaks up. She’s already firing away some punches to the bag, Genevieve still holding it tightly with each hit that connects roughly with the bag. “It’s kind of frustrating. This whole wrestling thing. Especially when people just can’t seem to mind their own business and attempt to hit you with things they believe to be true about you.” She fires away more hits, adding a bit more power with each blow. Genevieve plants her feet firmly, glancing around the bag at her friend. “Well, that’s kind of how it was growing up too, you know? We had all kinds of catty bitches who didn’t know how to mind their business. Remember that bitch in fifth grade who stole your valentine’s box?” She shoots a look towards Savannah, who momentarily forgets all about the punching bag. Gentle laughter spills from plush lips as Savannah takes a moment to breathe properly.

“You mean the same chick you dragged around the cafeteria that day? As soon as you saw me burst out into tears, you stormed right over like a tornado. Ready to rip a new one into whoever had been messing with me. Watched as you slammed the girl face-first into the table before you inevitably dragged her away from it and punched her in the face a couple of times. Not sure what happened afterward as you dragged her right out of my sight. But, all I know is I got my valentine’s box back in one piece.” She grins cheekily, going right back to hammering away at the punching bag like it was a mission. Lefts and rights and all kinds of jabs connecting, things that Genevieve had taught her. Things that she had learned after that. Things that were simply something that helped alleviate the tension she was feeling. Each hit had tense shoulders loosening and veins that felt ablaze cooling down more and more. Punches turn into kicks and even combinations of punches and kicks. They keep this up for about twenty minutes, before Savannah motions towards her bag with vigor.

“Could you film something for me? It’s for work. But, it’s also kind of super important.” She shrugs. Genevieve grabbing the cellphone as Savannah takes a long sip from her water bottle. Small towel hanging loose around the back of her neck as she takes a seat on a nearby bench. Genevieve gives a momentary gentle countdown, before signaling that the phone was now recording. The scene opening up to Savannah with her head hanging low, elbows resting against her knees. She seems tired, though exhausted may have been a better word to describe the mood. She leans back, finally letting her face come into view. There’s an unreadable expression on her face, no sign of light in crystal blue eyes that now resemble that of a swirling storm. Genevieve holds the phone steady as Savannah begins to speak.

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Looks like some of us have a very muddled misconception about me. So, let me go ahead and clear some things up for y’all. Hi, Daisy! Yeah, I’m talking to you. Look at you, putting your big girl shoes on and acting like you know a goddamn thing about me. You know as much as anyone else knows, which isn’t much. So, don’t sit here running your mouth as if you’re some high and mighty prophet. If anything, you’re the gum I stepped in on my way here that I had to scrape off of the bottom of my shoe. You can open your mouth about me all you want, but the one fucking thing that really sets me off? You don’t ever in your miserable existence open your mouth about my son. My business is my business and mine alone. How fucking DARE you drag my personal issues into this as if that’s any of your business?! That’s some serious weak bitch shit right there. Which makes sense, considering who it’s coming from. But, while we’re here! Let me go ahead and clear up some of what Daisy has decided to flap that big ass mouth of hers about.

Yes, I was fired from Odyssey. But, that was a long time ago. That was a far different time for me than the time I’m in now. Before you start going off of what Daisy has said about me, let me set the record straight. I didn’t skip off to anywhere. I wanted to prove that I deserved a second chance around here. I wanted to make it known that I’m not the person I was before… and Oasis offered me a chance to do just that. Which, yes, it means I am now officially a Kingdom representative.

As if that’s the worst thing that could ever happen. I didn’t flush my life down anything. My life is going just fucking fine and I’m loving every single second of it. So, don’t for a second get shit twisted. When I said I’m not the same girl I was before? I meant every single word of that. I might still be the candy-addicted girl everyone is familiar with. But, I’m not naive and gullible and I damn sure won’t sit here and let someone talk shit about me as if they know a damn thing about me.

I never claimed to be a hero, I never claimed to be all full of light. It doesn’t work like that, not anymore. I was never the hero in this narrative and quite frankly? Being a hero is overrated. No offense to anyone else. I don’t care if anyone respects me. I don’t care if you think of me in whatever light you think of me in. But, the one thing that pisses me off more than anything is when someone who has known me for all of five minutes opens their mouth to spout a bunch of bullshit.

We get it, you want to overcompensate and be the big bad of the story. Well, newsflash, sweetheart… Little Red Riding Hood slays the wolf in this story. Which seems to be an unfortunate thing for you. You seem to think that you have it made and that you’re going to walk out on top of the world. But, that just isn’t true for you or anyone else in this match… because there can only be one true top prize winner… and that’s me.

No one has to carry me and I damn sure handled myself in that tag match. So, maybe you need to go back and re-watch it if you think for a second that anyone carried me. I don’t need you or anyone else to give me a reality check. I learned a long time ago that the world is not sunshine and rainbows. That my idols would sooner stab me in the back than give me a hug. That sometimes the light isn’t always going to win… and that’s okay.

I don’t expect the light to always win time and time and time again. But, the light still snuffs out darkness and brings it to its knees more often than not. This is exactly what I’ll be doing to you and anyone else who decides to pick a fight with me. You should consider yourself so lucky, Daisy! This is seemingly the fight you want and hopefully? It’s the fight you’ll get. Just know that I’m not going to stand aside idly, that I’m going to dish back every single ounce of fight that you give me. Except multiply it tenfold.

I don’t want to be you, Daisy. I don’t want to be you or anyone else! I’ve never been more comfortable in my own skin than I am these days. Which means I’m a lot tougher than you think of me. It means I’m not afraid to drop you right on your goddamn head and send you straight to concussion city. I’ve never run away from my problems, nor have I ever acted as if they don’t exist. I deal with them how I deem fit. How you deal with your problems is your own business. But, don’t sit here and act as if you are better than anyone because that’s not true at all. You’re not special, Daisy Thrash. No one is special and it’s about time some of you got a wake-up call.

I never claimed to be a saint, the saint in me died a long time ago. I never claimed to be pure and full of wholesome, goodness. All of that died a long time ago. I harness that darkness that sits in the very core of me and I use it when I need to… however I deem fit. Which I’m sure some of that will come out in the BOB Games and you, Daisy Thrash? I will make absolutely sure you get a taste of the new Savannah Sunshine. Just so that it’s made loud and clear that you do not want to get on my bad side.

You should be sooooooo lucky that you’re on an entirely different brand. Means I don’t have to be anywhere near you once all of this is over. Which is the best thing I could possibly hear. Ever. You are nothing more than a fraud and a phony. You’ve exposed yourself enough to make that abundantly clear, sweetheart. Also, just a little tip… you should never expose injuries in this business. Makes you an easier target than you could imagine. Someone might use that information against you and then? Well, wouldn’t it just suck if those metal rods in your neck just snapped?

I’m getting off track again, aren’t I? Sorry, it happens a lot when I get angry. The point is… people are going to say whatever the hell they want about me. Almost none of it is true. They can say that I’m a joke. That I’m wasting time. That I’m not going to last long. But, the fact of the matter is? I’m not going any goddamn where. I’m here to stay and there is nothing anyone can do about that. BOB Games means the true comeback. It means proving that I can handle real pressure. It means pulling out all the stops and nooks and crannies.

It means busting my ass to make sure that I am the victor at the end of this all. This is not just a want, this is a need. This is absolute. If I lose? Then, that’s a setback. Then, where do I go from there? What do I do with that loss knowing I’ve let down people who think so highly of me? Those are the kinds of things I think about. Not about what naysayers think of me. Because naysayers have never been anything but the motivation for me. So, keep it up… I love to prove people wrong. See you soon, ladies and gents. Let the games… begin.

VaeVictisBD, Mav., Alyssa Grace, The Banshee and Noah Reigner have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 2:46 am by **Elijah Hampton**

(With just a few days away from Final Destination, Elijah is taking time to relax his shredded body. Fresh from a workout, Elijah is now home, laying on a Polar bear rug, next to a fireplace, his stomach on the rug, in a bathrobe and his feet in the air swinging. His hand on his cheek with his other hand reaching into his shrimp cocktail. What a sight this is.)

The last time I spoke, I said I was feeling like Larry Legend. Today, I feel like Walter White/Heisenberg. Daring my opponents to...say my name. And some of them were foolish enough to do so! Y’all so dumb, I can’t even. Falling for my trap! It’s to be expected. I’m such a mastermind. I got the biggest and strongest brain in all of OWA, it’s whatever. Actually, you know what? No! It’s not whatever..it’s a big deal and it should be treated as such! Don’t be so modest, Elijah! Jeez, okay, Elijah! But as I said, it was all so predictable..so expected. Like Jacob Knight. What he has to say, is expected. He seems rather...hurt. All in his feelings because he just wasn’t good enough to remain in the Ashes of the Wake. Couldn’t quite hang. So Havoc gave me a rang. Bars. But I mean, what did you expect? When it comes to you, it’s always one step forward, followed immediately by two steps back. You show promise, and then, well...you kinda no show. Mailing it in, in the middle of the ring. It’s hard to watch, Jacob. It’s not enough that your voice makes my ears bleed but when I watch you attempt to wrestle, I must fight the urge to crawl my eyes out? Pretty rude and selfish of you, in my honest and unbiased opinion. I would ask for an apology but I already know I won’t get one because 1, rude and 2, you aren’t the bigger man, I am. I’m a big strong powerhouse after all! Ashes of the Wake hired muscle! But that’s enough about me...for now. We’ll revisit my favorite topic, myself, in the near future. But tell me, have you not heard of the popular saying, you are only as strong as your weakest link? Ha, that was you! And what a weak link you were...and still are. Go on that game show and you’re getting voted off first every time! You are the weakest link, goodbye. I wish that goodbye was for real. Because I’m sick of you. Sick of you being around. Sick of you taking my name in vain. You’re a gnat. And I’ve swatted and swatted at you. I’ve even crushed you. It was I that eliminated you in the Clash of the Titans. And it was I who pinned you in the center of the ring not too long ago. Don’t you see? Each time you’re near me, it doesn’t end well for you. And yet, you still pester me. Begging for my attention and begging for the most important thing in this world, my time. And at first, it was quite bothersome. I mean, it still kinda is. But now, Jacob? Now it’s just sad. You’re hanging on so desperately because hello, you’re desperate. Clinching onto my name and my sudden rise to fame. It’s all you got. Talking about me, is all you got. Being on commentary during my match, mentioning me and such. You’re the Brian Windhorst and I’m the LeBron James. You’re basically getting paid to cover stories about me. Just a guy. Another Kyle Boe. That’s what you are. And it sucks you haven’t quite come to that realization yet. Sucks for you, that is. I on the other hand couldn’t care less. But I get it. You don’t want to admit things are looking bleak for Jacob Knight. You don’t want to admit that you’re close to getting the dreaded pink slip. Instead, you think you have everything figured out now. Introducing us to your manager or whatever he is. This is you turning over a new leaf. But I give it a week or two before you get blown away again. It’s what you do best. Well, other than losing to me in more ways than one. And hey, there is no shame in that. People like me, are supposed to beat people like you. I’m the pair of boots and you are the doormat. I’ll keep walking all over you and there isn’t a thing you can do about it. You have proven as such. Say what you want about me, feel all the ill will towards me, but I’ve never lied to you. We were a family. I said that, you’re right. It just so happens you were the black sheep. The loser that doesn’t get his act together. But the rest of the family tries to cover up their mistakes. Because that’s what family does! It’s out of love. But over time the family knows that they have to teach this screwup a lesson. From that point, the unconditional love turns into tough love. That’s all this is, Jacob. It’s tough love. Being on your own...you tell yourself it’s a blessing. But soon you’ll realize you had it made with the Ashes of the Wake. Whether your pride gets in the way of admitting it or not. When that day comes, it’ll be too late. How am I so sure? Because it’s ALREADY too late, you buffoon. Why would Havoc go back to you when he now has Elijah Hampton...and oh, Shea Flaherty as well? Simple answer? He won’t. You’re irrelevant. You’re so irrelevant that another irrelevant individual, Solomon Caine, referred to you as Jacob Nighttime instead of Knight. And I didn’t bother to correct him because what’s the difference? You are who you are. A nobody. And as long as I’m here? That won’t change. Hating me? That’s cute. But other than the times you are my opponent and am paid to address you, I don’t think about you at all.

I see my super intense and bitterest of rivals is also in this match, Devi Krysis. The sarcasm is off the charts with me today. Oh her partner is in this match, too. Huh, go figure. Can’t remember her name off the top of my head. I could easily look it up, but I don’t want to. She’s the one that talks like a kid. Replaces the letter t with d. Dis instead of this. Dat instead of that. And to some, it might come off as cute but to me, it’s just childish. Besides, I’m the cute one and don’t you dare forget it! But yeah, I’m getting sleepy. I’m tired. Tired of you. Tired of everyone in this match. Because hey, I recall when I faced you guys. I teamed with Maverick and we lost to you guys! That’s the whole story, right? Nothing else happened, right? Maverick never got distracted at all, right? Had zero help, right? No, of course, you did. Because there’s no way you two could beat us in well, anything. It’s just not believable. But even with all of that, Devi still celebrated. Acted as if you guys won the super bowl. Drenching each other with Gatorade baths. But I get it. It’s the high point of your careers. The pinnacle. Hanging your hat on a shady and forgettable match on Atlantis is pretty depressing but you take what you can get, I suppose. Feast on that crumb. And tell yourselves you are full. Meanwhile, I’m out here starving. My tum-tum needs nom noms. And what’ll fill me up is this big W I’ll secure later this week. A marquee win for yo boi, it’s a long time coming. Can’t wait. Everybody is gonna chant you deserve it towards me and I’m gonna be like uhhh, yeah, I know. But yeah, you guys suck. Oh my god, Elijah, really?! That’s your insult! There wasn’t even any effort! Surely you can do better than that! I can. But I’m not going to waste it on Devi of all people. She doesn’t deserve it. Just like she doesn’t deserve to be in the same match as me in the biggest show of the year. Such hogwash. I’m appalled. I’m gonna sue someone.

I don’t know about you guys, but I like to learn something new every day. Keeps the brain fresh. Sharp as a tack I am up there. And what I learned today is it’s Thrash and not trash. I always thought it was Daisy Trash. Was more fitting. When you think of thrash, you think of like a violent beating. Scary movies and all that! But you, Daisy? There’s nothing intimidating about you. There’s really nothing...to you. I have no strong feelings either way towards you. Well other than the fact you don’t realize that I’m the prettiest of all in OWA. Kinda fucked up you didn’t mention me. The no-brainer. I could so text my good friend, no, my brother, Havoc and he would so beat you up for messing with me. But I won’t. Because I’m more than capable of doing it myself. I mean, after all, I like jokes. Who doesn’t? And you Daisy, are just one big joke. Which only makes sense because you said it yourself, you feel like you could be good friends with Jacob Knight of all people. You know? My stalker? Cool. Makes sense. You two are two peas in a loser pod. Haha, yeah, take that. But you, you’re a chump. Yeah, I’ll keep it tame with you because you like to talk about pissing pants and all that. I would feel bad for cursing in front of a child. Or, someone with a child’s brain, you booger head. So in other news, I don’t know anything about you. I don’t care to know anything about you because when it comes to the grand scheme of things, you are meaningless. Oh but Elijah, if she is so meaningless, then why are you going out of your way to address her? Simple, because she was dumb enough to mention me. And here I am, throwing this clueless bi— woman, a bone, by returning the favor. But like I was saying, you come off as a chump. I don’t know anything about you. And as I listen to you talk for the first time ever and the last time, might I add, you’re talking about defeat. That’s my first impression of Daisy. Which I’m guessing is nothing new when it comes to you. Oh my god? Daisy lost again?! Oh no, anyway. I’m trying. I really am. Trying to give you my undivided attention. Trying to care. It’s very, very difficult. I would say, trying to treat you as a threat, but I just can’t seem to do that. I can’t convince myself. And for that reason, I’m out. I’m giving up on you. Something people have been doing since your career began. You’re the one who does it. You bring it on yourself. So do yourself a favor and just stay outta my way, Daisy, okay? Unless Daisy wants to help push up some daisies? Then be my guest! So I’m done. I decided to do this video late at night for several reasons. I could have waited until the morning or afternoon after a good night’s rest. Have my thoughts better organized. To let my opponents really have it. But it doesn’t matter. Tomorrow night, people from not just this match, but every other match will be running around like chickens with their heads cut off, while I be chillin. Trying to make their case. Trying to convince others as to why they are going to win, when in reality they are trying to convince themselves. Trying to get the last word in. I don’t care. They can have it. I’ll settle for that top prize instead.

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

Re: OWA Promos March 31st 2021, 12:43 am by **Jonetta Stone**

A recap of Diantha going over her SSW championships, JET RISE Together, and overall dreams in the IJWF circuit as clips play Even some of Llorona's run in Lethal Angels of Wrestling. Afterwards, multiple logos of wrestling companies flash before the screen; they don't have to be listed, deep down, you can picture them for yourself. The logos you'd expect to see, ones you wouldn't recognize, maybe one you wouldn't want to reminded of, and ones only people who out to the wider industry would take note of. Then the J-Dynasty logo, the talent agency founded by Jaywalker for handpicked wrestlers to make their mark in the wrestling industry under one brand. As this logo is on the screen, Jonetta Stone's voice is heard.

In this vast industry, there are many schools of thought around how we even choose to go about recognizing this world we perform in.

In ever declining fashion, some try to keep things as isolated and as insular as possible, going as far as to try making people believe that they are the end all be all of the sport.

Others are perfectly happy to acknowledge the greater industry, so long as people recall that they are the grandest one of them all, of course. No doubt the most popular approach.

A few are satisfied being seen as mere parts of the huge wrestling world as they corner their own separate markets.

This collective, this brand I was trained and sponsored under, have no gripe against any of these ideologies. After all, we have found ourselves within them all, and dominated in them all. People can play the dance however they so like on the grand ballroom, the only sin is ignorance in one's steps. Those who allow themselves to become slaves to one in myopic desperation, those who believe their own tales a little too much too often in constant empty boasting, and those that take small feats elsewhere delusionally thinking everyone in the world will be captivated in their neverending references to what they did in what are objectively minor leagues or just not that well known where they are today.

As for me?

The camera turns on to reveal Jonetta Stone seated in front of an office table, behind her a large display case of championships and awards. It would be an obnoxious amount if someone counted how many and told you. Still, these champions in their ranks include Jaydayne Pendragon, Tiberius Jones, and Jaywalker, on top of Jonetta's own, to name a few, so you can hazard to guess it's enough.

There's only one thing on my mind.

As I get to it, I'm not that different from many of the ladies you always hear about with their mentors and big families. However, I don't make as much of a point of it as often. No different than Azumi and that old lady Manami, Stephanie Matsuda and the man who handed her down a dojo, and Diantha' with Rosso legacy to uphold. I was trained in the damn Wrestling Grotto and graduated as its top student. Look behind me, do I look like a girl who was raised in this business not knowing how it works and heavy weights on my shoulders? Obviously, we know that no one group's legacy can reach each and every place in the world. It was known this wouldn't be an easy task. Just like many of my peers and teachers before me, I could be a multiple-time world champion by now if I had focused on other tasks. But I didn't. I am putting my skills to use in this, the most complete athlete we've ever had, because I am the only one in our ranks who had the endurance for this.

Jonetta smashes a solid representation of the OWA logo onto the table.

The Omega Wrestling Alliance.

This is the only company I'm signed up to, and regardless of if I'll ever one day branch out to continue the Dollhouse in other places, the singles story of Jonetta Stone will be cemented here alone.

I mean this without derision, truly congratulations, Diantha, for all you're doing. If you want, I'll clap for your worldwide deeds harder than the people did tonight for your award-winning evening! I don't know who in the hell decided you get to represent the West in that battle of which is better between the West and the East you have planned for JET, but have at it, girl! You can go ahead ending Rosso curses through tournaments in Japan, you can fight as far as you want into becoming a Queen of the World, and collect all the championships that you want, but you won't be adding that OWA Women's World Championship to the list.

That one's mine.

I don't care about anything else. Just don't give a damn! Not about any of the great marvellous feats you achieve in that big ol beautiful world of professional wrestling we live in. I know there's so much out there, but this is my focused mission that will not be impeded by a short-stack bitch trying to stack a tall order of accomplishments far above her station. You aren't in my weight class, little girl, and I'm finally going to cast you aside to fulfil my hunt for that crown jewel in this industry!

I'm the horror monster of this roster, I will always march on like Jason through fire and brimstone. The reason I don't see myself like the rest of you is simple, regardless of struggles or tribulations, I am not someone whose power fades. My team song is what it is for a reason, I do not get shaken from these hard losses. What would you people do if you went through a string of losing Athena's cup, the Promethean Chamber, a Goddess Championship match, Ascension's to the Heavens, and runner up of Clash of the Titans in a long string of accomplishing nothing while all your friends leave you behind? Some of you would have quit. At the very least, most of you would have been found slumped over somewhere in the locker room where everyone becomes concerned about your mental healths because this roster and the most of wrestling world is filled with fragile minded weaklings. Yes, Diantha, you? You've felt like going to an asylum a few times, and I'm sure that's the truth. But me? Like when a monster is hit with everything by the runaway soon to be victims, I come out of all wreckages only more determined to get my kill. And I've been having a crazy kill streak ever since I've started to get my hands around this roster's throats and disposing of everything that has gotten in my way.

You're right about one thing Diantha, I've yet to do out you when it comes to my turnaround. Of course not. You turned your struggles into world gold! But that's only a temporary distinction that you have. For once I win that world title on the grandest stage of them all, it'll eclipse anything you've ever done! Someone like you that hasn't won on this stage seems to have forgotten, this is the type of platform where legends are created! You mock me for defeating you on a regular show. What do you think I'll have to say to you about all the times you won a title on regular PPVS when I won my championship at the mother of all PPVS?! You might think I don't know how this works, but I do. Sure I wasn't there to win the tag titles, but the Dollhouse winning at Final Destination it was set us on the right path for the most dominant reign in the history of this company's tag team division. That's the type of momentum you gain from a Final Destination paradigm shift. Even now, Diantha, you speak from a position of weakness, implying Natalie had a stronger reign than yourself, even after having two times to try. I'm only going to need this one reign to etch my name into history in the matter that I want, with no regrets and no insecurities over the others who have ever worn that belt. You may call this overconfidence, but that's how I approach things, with full force, full throttle, and full clarity with what I intend to do in that ring! That's the way of the superstar.

The top dog.

The kind that doesn't care what kind of other dogs are wrongly put on her person, people can debate bitches, underdogs, and whatever lows are decided by the people, but who is on top is only decided by the mightiest individual who takes what they want.

Isn't that right Llorona? I'm sure you're sick of hearing from us, while you sit up upon what should be my ivory tower. You're the champion that thinks nothing can go wrong. We're just the challengers talking smack from outside of the champions club and out of the damn picture! You're keeping my seat warm for me, my accomplice. You're there because I've been waiting for Final Destination to make my claim, I didn't owe anyone an explanation or a date, but personally, I always knew when I was going to use my guaranteed title shot. Deep down, you know this had to happen. There was no way I was just going to sit by forever in your shadow when I deserve my chance to be in the limelight. I respect you and April, but to me, you didn't aim for the stars when you decided to fight for a vacant belt at a distance away from this career-defining event. Don't you know? People will always say you didn't defeat a champion to win that belt, and you don't get the prized distinction a first champion would either. Fickle, I know, but that's how this world works, and you know that. But yet, you settled desperately for the first shot you had, because you're were, and in some ways mentally still are, a starving rat who needed the next meal as soon as possible, always unable to see the greater picture of what can be achieved with foresight. At the end of the day, despite our mutual love for violence and cutthroat tactics, you and I could never get away from the fact that we come from different places and are destined for things just as far apart.

This wrestling world is vast, and this is a deep roster of talent, but my throne waiting for my Final Destination will seat the most powerful woman in the game. Not because the people will agree with me or because I completed some sort of infinity gauntlet of prizes in this industry like Diantha seeks to do, but because I'll hammer home the fact that when I say I'm going to do something…..I do it. I don't need any promotion to decide that. Because my word is LAW! I'm the girl with the JET-pack on her back to the top! And I'm the ALPHA and the OMEGA.

Jonetta smiles with the Omega Wrestling Alliance logo object in her hand as the camera goes to black

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

Re: OWA Promos March 30th 2021, 11:49 pm by **Daisy Thrash**

Shock Treatment

The scene opens on sparks of electricity firing off in complete darkness. In the middle of all the live wires is Daisy Thrash being occasionally illuminated by the flashing lights.

“It seems Liz Karlson knows more about me than I initially realized. She recognized that defeating me was exactly what she needed to get herself to that next level. The level that would clear her way to the Openweight Championship. And what happened? She and her precious little team get their asses handed to them, courtesy of yours truly. Nakita and Kim decided to wise the fuck up and fall in line, so I rewarded them with their first W. You’re welcome, ladies. Can’t say the circumstances surprised me, though. I mean, I’m clearly one of the best things Odyssey’s got going for them. All I’ve done since I’ve gotten here is win. Forcing me to pair up with a couple of D-listers, one of which has decided to blame me for her own shortcomings, wasn’t enough to keep me from winning. Sixteen opponents? That’s just more bodies for me to lay out. None of us know what these BOB games are gonna be like, save the big man himself. Whether it’ll be more Hunger Games or more Fall Guys, who’s to say? What I do know is that no balls of fire, no weird floating platforms, no other wacky obstacles are gonna stop me from claiming the grand prize. Yes, yes, I’m perfectly aware that there’s more than one prize for this thing. But I’m no longer someone who settles for consolation victories. My ambition has far outgrown that kiddie crap. Go big or go home, as they say. Liz got it right when she called me an ‘ascendant.’ This is only the beginning of my rise to dominance. Sure, you laugh and scoff now. Go ahead and accuse me of ‘twisting the narrative.’ Once I eclipse the legacies of those other ‘Queens’ and destroy every lesser being in this place, we’ll see who’s having the last laugh. The Unseelie Queen, the Queen Ascendant, will conquer at Final Destination and cement herself in all of your minds.”

“I’ve already got the mental edge over all my Odyssey ‘competition.’ I beat three of them over the past few weeks and the other two are hardly worth my effort. When it comes to Azurine, I will once again show Cloud just how easy it is to put her down. Audrey Atlas? New girl’s never been in a real fight in her life. She’ll just pass out and get trampled, so who cares? As for Kimberly Chase, she can call herself a mastermind all she wants. It’s obvious she can barely get her own life together, let alone her promos. Her living Sybian is more of a threat than she is. Oh yeah, can’t wait to hear when ‘ol Ramsses opens his mouth. ‘I have the physique of a god. My dick is so huge it drags on the ground behind me, blah blah blah.” Oh, I’m on pins and needles, lemme tell ya. There are a couple of women I need to address separately, since they don’t seem to know where they stand. Devi Krysis, you are certainly a lot of things. Stupid, vastly overrated, a loser. But I never thought you’d be a sellout. You’re more than happy to tattoo someone’s name on your ass just to have the smallest chance of success. It won’t make a lick of difference, though. This McGuire guy certainly won’t be getting his return on investment. Then you’re right to being the same old nobody. The problem was never Stark, hun. The problem is and has always been you. It’s time to give up and get out of the way of women who actually deserve your spot. As for you, Nakita, I know without a doubt that you’ll be keeping those green orbs of yours planted squarely on me. It would be foolish of me to think that you won’t be a factor in my pursuit of the win. You’ll do everything you can to stick in my craw; to be an annoying gnat I have to keep swatting at. All because you’re a sore loser who can’t take any responsibility for your continued failures. Yes, it will be different this time, as you will probably claim. This time there will be no pathetic rules to hold me back. To keep you safe. You being a giant won’t prevent me from bulldozing you. ‘Cause I’ve got more tenacity in my pinky finger then you’ve got in that whole gigantic body of yours. And no, I don’t give a damn what LeBrock has to say. He was wrong before and he’ll be wrong again. But maybe he can stitch you back together before I send you home to Delilah and little whatsherface.”

“There is of course one other woman in this match. Not on Odyssey, of course. This one skipped off to Kingdom like the special snowflake she’s always been. It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Sav? Looks like someone flushed their life down the toilet. I can’t relate. For you, the BOB games are your big comeback. The mighty hero Savannah Sunshine destroys her inner darkness and comes back to the light, winning the grand prize and the respect of all her peers! Makes a nice story. But this ain’t one of your fairytale picture books. Let me introduce you to cold, hard reality. You will fail, because I am in this match. You’re not the only one who realized she deserved more respect around here. Unlike me though, you will always be weak. MYOJIN had to carry you to a win. Your dark side snuffed you out and swallowed you whole. I harnessed mine and unleashed it on every unsuspecting idiot who thought they could take me. I’m certainly not afraid of a little medication. After all, I’m smart enough to know that they’ll never be powerful enough to slow me down. Your hands are far too slippery to even hold on to your own son, let alone that grand prize. If I’ve got problems I face them head on. I allow myself to feel the weight of every negative emotion I have. Anger, sadness, desperation; they’re all the fuel that drives me to improve every day. I don’t roll them in sugar, plaster a smile on my face, and pretend everything’s ok. Your whole talk of making lemonade seems veeeery familiar. Oh yeah, because I said it! Things are becoming much clearer now. You’re nothing but a wannabe, a Daisy Thrash wannabe to be more precise. You will never be like me, Sav. You may be just fine and dandy with merely making an impression and taking home a participation trophy, but I will never be that way again. My only goal is victory. Why go into a match with anything else in mind? So whether I meet Savannah Sunshine or Persephone Bane, I’m laying her out cold on the floor. The ground floor.”

“Don’t you worry, boys! I haven’t forgotten about any of you! Just like the women, you men are certainly not all created equal. Might as well start at the bottom and head up. First off we got Jacob Steele. Anyone mind cluing me in on who the fuck this guy even is? ‘Cause that name means absolutely nothing to me except ‘some CAW who only exists to fill a spot and get beat.’ Then we got the latest strays Goose picked up: the edgy grandpa and the prissy Milli Vanilli opera boy. Let’s face it, neither of these fools are prepared for this war. One of them is gonna have a flashback and blue screen. The other one’s gonna pass out on the first fainting couch he finds. Who else is in this...Samuel Ogden? I totally forgot all about him! Makes sense, though. Seems like all he’s good for is reading poetry and getting his ass kicked. And right now, he’s not reading any poetry. Looks like that’s it for the dregs. Time to move up the pecking order.”

“Jacob Knight, how’s it hanging, comrade? Finally, someone who understands what an absolute disease capitalism is. It’s why you’ll never catch me with a sponsorship. It’s a bit of a shame; outside of this business, I bet we could be friends. Or at least colleagues. Too bad. I’m not in this for your revolution, princess. All you are to me now is another hapless soul I have to wipe out. That is if you aren’t taken down in your little slap fight with Hampton and Flaherty over who Daddy loves more. Speaking of Thing 1 and Thing 2, I find you two to be absolutely hilarious. The only reason you’re less of a joke than Knight is because you’ve managed to nab yourselves some wins. A self-obsessed douche who loves nothing more than to hear himself talk and his idiot hothead sidekick. Truly a match made in heaven. Surprisingly, Shea’s been the gun-shy one of this duo. Guess they show their cowardice in different ways. For Elijah, he’s like one of those cats who puffs themselves up so they look larger. Please, I wasn’t born yesterday. I’ve been around far too long to fall for something like that. All I have to do is make one ‘threatening’ move and he’ll dash off into oblivion. Probably to go piss his pants. He’s not a dog or a lion. He’s a carcass, one I’ll leave rotting while I climb up to the top. Oh, and by the way? The company didn’t make you do shit. You were just too much of a pussy to push back. Not my problem.”

“One name certainly caught my eye on the participants list. The only person in this company who might be prettier than me: MYOJIN. The hype surrounding this guy made it all the way to Odyssey and I couldn’t help but overhear all the talk. The word ‘prodigy’ gets tossed around a lot when it comes to him. He calls himself that, too. You know what that word means to me? It’s someone who doesn’t know what hard work is. Someone who doesn’t know how to dig down deep and rely on your instincts. If you’re a prodigy, why would you? Excellence just comes to you naturally. You’ve never known what it’s like to love something that you’re not good at. You’ve never known what it’s like to work yourself to the breaking point and have people still telling you that it’s not good enough. You’ve never had to bust through physical and mental barriers to achieve your dreams. That’s what I had to do in order to be here today. I was the girl at the bottom of her wrestling class. But my determination and drive wouldn’t allow me to fail. You’re a pretty face with a fancy moveset, but I’m so much more. I don’t care if anyone is entertained by my work. If there’s a prize, then I’ll put myself through hell and high water to earn it. You’ve got no one to impress at the BOB Games except for some copiers and lukewarm coffee. You’ll be exposed for the dog and pony show you really are. I’ll turn you back into scared little Shouta who couldn’t fight for himself when it mattered most. Since you like to exploit weaknesses, I’ll be nice and give you this information.”

Daisy turns around, brushing her hair off of her neck. She points to four places on her neck.

“Right here, right here, right here, and right here. There’s where the screws that hold my neck together are. Go ahead and take your most wicked shot. I can’t wait to see the look on your face when I get back up. That’s when you’ll realize there’s no big brother to save you this time.”

“Last, but certainly not least, is the odds-on favorite to win the whole enchilada. No surprise that he thinks I don’t have a chance. Last time he saw me I was a pathetic third-stringer who couldn’t buy herself a win. Of course someone like that would have no chance against the great Jacob Senn! Feel free to keep underestimating me, Senn. It’ll make things all the sweeter when I beat you. I mean, April Song did it and she can’t win a world title to save her life! You know, the thing I did before my resurrection. Here I am, in the prime of my career after a horrible neck injury. That’s something that should scare the shit out of you. If it doesn’t, then you truly are nothing but an old fool. A foolish king content with sitting on his throne until the gout takes him. The king brought down to the level of the rabble. That’s gotta sting, doesn’t it, Senn? But when you think about things, it does make sense why this happened. You lose the Clash and spend the next month or so pontificating about how you and your boy band are so awesome and such without ever backing it up. Micheal Bishop should’ve been easy pickings for you, but he left you in a heap. Because you didn’t even bother to speak up. You thought it’d be enough to throw your name out there and he’d back down, right? That’s all you do nowadays. Coast off your name and past wins and wait for everyone else to start trembling in fear. But you will not find this fear in me. If anything, you being in this match only makes me more eager to fight you. For you to willingly join this match with us ‘charlatans’ you must have been offered something mighty special. Something you claim will help you change the business forever. That makes this grand prize all the more valuable. If you want it, I want it. So badly that I will pull myself to the finish line no matter if there’s blood streaming down my face, I’ve got one arm left, one leg, whatever. I will tear you down piece by piece until everyone can see the chewing gum that’s holding your decrepit body together. I am the snake in the grass and I will watch you choke on my venom. After I’m done with you, you will know my name. It will forever ring in your skull. It will haunt your every nightmare. When it comes down to the two of us, the Fabled Conqueror will be conquered himself. I’ve come too far to do anything less.”

“I’m used to being counted out. It’s not like people haven’t bet against me before. It was a real jolt to their systems when I beat the odds. I’m ready to administer some shock treatment to my opposition. They’d better heed the warning label. If they don’t…”

Daisy grabs one of the live wires and violently electrocutes the camera with it, causing the video to abruptly end.

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Re: OWA Promos March 30th 2021, 9:45 pm by **Savannah Sunshine.**

FINAL DESTINATION III: THE REBIRTH (PART TWO)

INGLEWOOD, CALIFORNIA
TUESDAY, MARCH 30TH, 2021

Fingers thread through long locks, now dyed cotton candy blue, as she chews on her bottom lip. She’s waiting at the gate at LAX, impatiently pacing back and forth as she waits for her mother and son to get off of their plane. It has been several weeks since she’s been able to see her son for longer than a few hours, who is usually in her mothers care for various reasons. But, it’s a big week and she wants them there to lay witness to such an incredible time. As loud squealing fills the air, Savannah turns towards the sound. Eyes watering slightly as she catches her son, who drops his backpack right to the floor. She spins him around with the velocity, squeezing him tightly as they bury themselves into one another. She sniffles softly, settling him down onto his feet a few moments later. One hand lightly reaching up to touch his cheek as the share a moment. “Oh, my baby… Mommy missed you so, so, so, so, so, so much.” She swallows back the lump in her throat, wiping at her eyes with a gentle laugh before turning her attention towards her mother. The two sharing a tight hug for several moments, both women threatening to cry all over again. But, Savannah lets out a strained laugh as she shakes her head. “No, no. No more tears. Let’s get you two out of here and back to the hotel before either of us bursts into tears.” Gentle laughter follows, Savannah grabbing her mothers bags with her free hand holding onto Kyler’s.

The trio make their way over towards the car parked in front of the airport. Savannah carefully placing their bags into the trunk, before hopping into the driver’s seat once both are properly situated. She hasn’t been driving for more than five minutes when her son pipes up. “What kinda match are you in this time, mom?” His question is full of curiosity as Savannah chews anxiously at her bottom lip. Listening to the GPS as it leads her back to the hotel. “Well, that’s a good question. It’s called the BOB Games. It’s… a big challenge for mommy. Including myself, there are seventeen people in this match. I have no idea what I’m walking into. I just know that… I’m going to do my best!” She paints a smile on her face, forced as it may be. Her mother’s gaze drifting towards her with a knowing look. The obvious signs of lack of sleep written clear on Savannah’s face. Though, she merely stares straight ahead as she soon pulls into the parking lot and the trio head into the hotel a few moments later.

Kyler seems thrilled to be in Los Angeles, smiling brightly as Savannah soon swings him up onto her back in a piggyback ride. A gentle groan as she stands back up full, glancing slightly back at her son. “Geez, dude. When are you going to stop growing on me, eh?” He giggles softly, clinging to his mother as she carries him towards the check in desk. She hands her mother the key to the room, the extra key slid into the back pocket of her shorts as she carries her son over towards the elevator after both of them are given lollipops. The elevator ride is quiet, everyone seemingly lost in their own thoughts as Savannah lets out a gentle breath when the elevator stops on their floor. Kyler hopping off of her back once they arrive at the door of the room he would be sharing with her mother. “Hey mom? Do I get to see Jason this weekend too?” He glances up at her as they enter the room, a small frown crossing her features, before a smile is painted upon her lips once again.

“Yeah, of course. He’s… busy with work obligations and stuff. But, I’ll try to make sure you see him this weekend.” She exhales a breath softly, eyes closing briefly, as her mother glances in her direction. Savannah unzips Kyler’s backpack, handing him his Switch as she shuffles him off towards his own little section of the room. Door closing behind him once he’s got his shoes kicked off and comfortable into the large bed. “So, what’s really going on?” Her mother’s words pipe up, brows knitting together in slight word for her daughter as they both take a seat at the island of the kitchenette. There’s a moment of silence that passes over them both, her mother still looking at her expectantly before Savannah lets out a sigh. “I just… there’s so much going on. Even outside of just… FD things, ma’.” She pauses, licking over her lips softly as she stares ahead blankly. Her gaze settling onto the balcony, where the two walk outside, screen door left open to listen out for the child who was still inside.

“Well, give it to me one thing at a time, darling.” Her mother gently soothes a hand over her hair, Savannah moving to rest her head in her mothers lap with a forlorn sigh. “It’s hard, ma’. Jason’s going through his own stuff and… I would absolutely be lying if I said I wasn’t worried. He won’t talk to me. Not about all of the things bothering him and it’s bad. I’ve never seen him like this. But, there’s not much I can do to help him and I guess it’s just bothering me probably more than it should.” Eyes close momentarily, melting beneath her mother’s touch, as her fingers card through cotton candy blue locks. Her mother staring out towards the beach which isn’t too far from them. “Have you tried asking him about what might be bothering him? What’s the issue exactly?” Her mother spouts out questions, Savannah’s brows furrow slightly as she rolls over to look up at her mother. “I don’t know the exact issue. I think what worries me the most is how much he’s been drinking lately. It’s not my burden to bear, I understand that. But, it doesn’t make me worry about him any less. I know I’ve never fully grasped my feelings for him. It’s hard to put them into proper words at all.” She pauses, swallowing the lump that forms in the back of her throat. “But, I’ve never honestly, truthfully, cared so much about someone the way I care about him and to see him so… broken. It’s hard.”

Her mother glances down at her, brushing hair from her face as a hand cups her cheek. Thumb brushing against a few stray tears that spill from soft lashes. “Oh, honey… Sometimes, we have to let the people we love most go through their issues on their own. All we can do is be there, when they might be ready to talk, if ever. If not, then we do what we can to make that burden easier on them. We can’t always fix things, but we can be there when they need us most and that’s all we can do sometimes.” She hugs her daughter close, the two embracing one another as Savannah buries her face into her mothers shoulder. Things haven’t always been easy between them, but they loved one another. Whenever issues arose and Savannah needed someone to depend on, her mother was there in a heartbeat. Including now, as she held her daughter close, letting her cry as long as she needed to. A hand gently rubbing her back as she simply let herself breakdown in her mothers arms. The weight of everything she had kept locked up spilling out here and now. The nightmares, the darkness, the worry, the weight of the world on her shoulders. Here she was safe, in her mothers arms. There was no pretending to be okay here.

She wasn’t sure how many hours had passed by when she awoke from an unexpected nap. No longer in her mothers lap, but splayed across the couch. The sun was setting now, hanging low in the horizon from her sight on the couch. It was quiet as she walked into the other room, head poking inside as she found Kyler and her mother sound asleep. Gentle smile crossed her lips as she stepped into the room quietly, stepping around a trail of messy toys and books. Along the way, she picked up each toy and book, settling them into a neat pile inside of the Fortnite backpack. As she finally reached the bed, she carefully pulled the duvet over the pair. Kyler shifting around in his sleep, gentle snoring falling from his lips as Savannah adjusted him safely. No longer hanging halfway off of the bed, but propped up against fluffy pillows. Gentle kiss placed atop his head and then atop her mothers head before she exited the hotel room entirely. Gentle breath escaping her as she leaned back against the door, eyes closing momentarily as she took a moment of solace to herself.

It hadn’t taken her more than ten minutes to get herself together for a workout. Headphones popped into each ear as she stood at one of the weight benches. Inhaling a gentle breath, she closed her eyes, situating herself properly as she dropped down into a squat position. Hands placed atop the bar of the weight in front of her. A gentle inhale and she carefully lifts the weight, higher and higher, until she’s satisfied. She’s added more weight since last time, approximately moving up to one hundred and sixty five pounds. She levels her breathing, carefully lifting the weight each time she lifts up from a squat position. She continues through her workout with zero issues, sighing with satisfaction when she’s dripping with sweat at the end of it all. She slides down against the wall in the private gym area, seated on one of the mats as she lets out gentle breaths. Picking up her water bottle, she downs a large portion, before grabbing her phone from her pocket. Setting it up against her gym bag in front of her, she makes sure she’s in proper frame before hitting the record button.

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Well, here we are again. My location is fairly different this time around. I just finished up a pretty nice workout, my mother and son are sound asleep in a nap upstairs. It’s too quiet in here, but this is where I find solace. In the calm before the storm. It has already been quite a busy week for me, not including obligations here. But, other places as well. But, I’m just glad I have all of my bits and pieces. My family being able to come and watch the show this weekend. It’s all I could ask for at a time like this. It’s been a stressful time, for various reasons. But, I couldn’t let this go. I couldn’t sit by watching everyone and listening to everyone say what they’ve had to say. There’s a lot going on, but it could be worse. Instead, I’m going to channel all of this frustration and let it out on those who stand in my way. That’s the only way I’ll ever feel better about any of this. It’s the only way things can go from here on out. Not just in the BOB Games, but in general.

For too long, I have been nothing more than a joke to too many of you. Nothing frustrates me more than continuously being looked at in a negative light. Which is exactly why I have to come out on top at the end of this. I don’t just want this win, I need this win. If I fail? That just proves everyone correct about me. That means that every negative thing anyone has ever had to say about me? It means they’re all correct… and I cannot afford to let myself or anyone else who believes in me down. I can no longer pretend as if I’m okay. It’s obvious that I’m not the same person I was before. It’s obvious that there’s a certain fire in me these days. But, what do you expect after everything that I have been through? It’s not something you can so easily escape from. But, it’s what you choose to do with that darkness… That’s what matters most at the end of the day… and I choose to no longer let it consume me. Not anymore.

Persephone Bane is dead. Buried back into the fiery pits of Hell where she truly belongs. She no longer has a hold on me. But, she was right about a few things. I was weak. I was a pathetic little girl who looked at the world through rose-colored glasses. But, that’s not the person I am anymore. I’m still trying my best to remind myself that light outweighs the dark most days. I’m still trying hard to get back to my own form of normal even so many months after she’s been out of my system. But, that kind of thing is not easily jumped over like some hurdle in a race. It’s not something you can just pretend never happened. It’s not something you can put a pretty little Hello Kitty band-aid over and magically heal that wound. It doesn’t work like that and it never will.

I don’t want to disappoint anyone. Not ever again. There’s too much to fight for. Too much to lose. Too much to give up a fight for. I have never in my lifetime backed down from a challenge and with sixteen other people in this? That makes things a little trickier. But, not scarier. I’m not afraid, you see. That’s the last thing I am. I’m determined. Determined to win. Determined to knock down anyone who stands in my way. Determined to prove that I am not here to be a screw up again. Determined to show the world that Savannah Sunshine is here to stay and she isn’t going any goddamn where. This is where I belong, this is always where I have belonged. Nowhere else comes close to being home to me like I feel here in OWA.

So far, the people who have mentioned me think I’m nothing but a joke… and that’s okay. Because this “joke” is going to prove them wrong. This “joke” is going to shove boots to faces. This “joke” is going to have the last laugh when I’m the one leaving them in the dust and I come out victorious. I’m still not sure what the big prize is at the end of all of this. But, it’s a prize I need to fight tooth and nail for. It’s a prize I need to claim as my own. Not just be out of a fingertips length from it. It absolutely has to belong to me or else… What was the whole point in any of this? What was the whole point in trying to prove everyone wrong?

There’s more light within these veins these days than darkness. But, that darkness? It’s a dangerous thing. It brings out the best and worst parts of me. The parts that are only brought out when I absolutely have to use them. The parts that I keep buried down deep within me. The parts that have broken friendships and bonds that I used to fight so hard for. But, there’s no point in trying to fix bridges that I have already burned. I learned a long time ago that some bridges are better off left in those fiery flames than to keep trying to fix things that are already broken. Somethings, well… Somethings are just not worth fighting for these days and that’s just how it goes.

The support outweighs that of those who look down upon me and… and I’m so thankful that everyone is willing to not give up on me. After everything that has happened. That’s really all I could ever ask for. To know that people still believe in me and that they want me to keep being the best possible version of myself that I can be? That’s so important to me. To be the best version of myself that is possible. I cannot afford to hit anymore roadblocks. I cannot afford to let this darkness get the best of me again. I have to come out the victor in all of this… or maybe the fight just isn’t worth it anymore and that is what scares me the most. There’s nothing scarier than letting everyone down all over again.

But, what everyone in this should be concerned with is the woman who isn’t afraid to do what she has to in order to come out on top. No matter what happens, that much is true. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned has never been more true than it is in this case. I just hope everyone knows exactly what they’re getting themselves into with me… because I’m not going down without one hell of a fight. That’s for sure.

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Re: OWA Promos March 30th 2021, 9:19 pm by Guest

ASCENSION TO THE HEAVENS III:
UNFAMILIAR GROUND

MARCH 29TH
THE DAY OF THE OWA
HALL OF FAME CEREMONY

The scene fades in, opening on Matt Miles dressed in casual attire — a grey polo shirt and blue shorts — while sitting in the back seat of what looks like an SUV. His arm is sitting over the headrest of the middle seat as he looks over towards the camera being held up in his direction.

MATT MILES: We rolling?

A woman’s voice speaks up from behind the camera.

INTERVIEWER: Yeah, we’re rolling.

Matt takes a deep breath.

MATT MILES: So we’re finally on our way. We’ve been building up to this moment since Clash of the Titans and the anticipation from everyone has been palpable. For the last couple of months you’ve been able to feel the energy in the air when you walk into the locker rooms. All for this. All for this Final Destination 3 week-long extravaganza that we’ve had planned. It’s surreal to me to think that the last time I took part in something like this. Not just the event itself, as massive as it is. Believe me, it is massive, but there’s also the autograph signings, the Hall of Fame ceremony, the awards show on top of that… it’s so much to take in, even spread out over a week like this.

INTERVIEWER: And how are you feeling?

He lets out a reserved, sighing laugh.

MATT MILES: Tense. Nervous, I guess? I know I’ve already kinda talked about that already but you don’t quite realise just how much you’re feeling these emotions until you’re actually there and the closer and closer you get the more they slowly begin to set in. Especially in my case. It’s been what? Over five years since I competed at an event with this amount of pomp and circumstance? Now, not only am I in a match to earn one of the biggest opportunities a pro wrestler can get, I’m gonna be doing it in in my own backyard.

INTERVIEWER: Of course, because you’re from this area, right? This is your home.

MATT MILES: Yeah. Well, kinda. I was born in Oakland, that’s way North of here. I’d say about five hours without traffic so it’s a long journey. I moved to Los Angeles when I was about eleven or twelve, moved back when I turned eighteen, then came back in my early twenties when I could afford to live here by myself. But yeah, this is my home. I would literally pass by SoFi Stadium every time I’d travel from here to the airport on my way to meetings and business events. At least once a week I would see it through the passenger side window, each time seeing just a little bit more work done to the construction… and five years ago I wasn’t even expecting to get in a wrestling ring ever again. Now I’m going to be stepping inside of SoFi for the first time to compete for the Ascension to the Heavens briefcase. That’s pretty crazy for me to think about. I never expected to be here, least of all for a company like OWA that didn’t even exist at the time. Yet look how far it’s come in such a short amount of time. SoFi Stadium can seat more than one-hundred thousand people. OWA has accomplished so much in the last three years that they can manage to sell one-hundred thousand tickets.

INTERVIEWER: And how many people do you think came to see you? There are definitely some Matt Miles fans out there.

MATT MILES: There used to be Matt Miles fans out there. I don’t know if they still exist. If they do then I haven’t seen it just yet. Rolling with Darkane and Senn doesn’t exactly get you the most positive reaction from the fans. I have a feeling there’s at least a couple who, even if they’re not necessarily showing up in the stadium, are at least tuning in to see me compete. On the level? I think — no, I know that I’m one of the best wrestlers alive today and I also know there are people smart enough to see that too. If they don’t then that’s their loss. As much as I appreciate any respect that I garner, when I get in that ring I’m not going to be thinking about anyone other than myself. We’re gonna be getting all of that out of the way over the next couple of nights with the Hall of Fame ceremony and the Awards Show.

A slow fade to black...

MARCH 29TH
IMMEDIATELY AFTER THE OWA
HALL OF FAME CEREMONY

We fade back in just as the OWA Hall of Fame Ceremony has closed, with Aria Jaxon having stepped down from the podium and making her way down towards the crowd of people below. Matt Miles’ choice of clothing has changed drastically, now wearing a black and gold paisley tuxedo jacket with a black bowtie and pants. He stands up as the show comes to a close, many a familiar face walking past.. He says his goodbyes and then turns to face the camera as it focuses in on him.

INTERVIEWER: So that was the OWA Hall of Fame Ceremony. What did you think?

MATT MILES: I think there couldn’t have been a more deserving Hall of Fame class, not just as far as OWA is concerned but wrestling as a whole. Aria Jaxon, Carlos Rosso, Azumi Goto, the late Kenny Drake… those are some of the best to ever do it. Listening to the speeches and hearing what they had to say about everyone… First of all, it gave me goosebumps. A lot of memories I’d pushed down for a while re-emerged — both for the better and the worse.

He says with a laugh.

MATT MILES: Second of all, it really made me think about what I really want to accomplish now that I’m back in this thing for good, beyond just getting the world championship gold. It had me thinking about one thing in particular, actually. Something bigger.

Matt turns his head towards the podium behind him and points to it.

MATT MILES: Winning the Ascension to the Heavens briefcase is one step closer towards an OWA World Championship, right? Well winning an OWA World Championship is one step closer towards me being up there on the other side of that podium. One day? I think that, with my body of work, that’s more than a realistic goal to set for myself. But that’s a lot of steps away and I’m not in any position to be making leaps like that quite yet. We take things one step at a time in the Miles household and the next step comes this weekend at Final Destination. It’s motivating though, for sure. Ceremonies like this remind you that there’s more to this business than just accolades and money. Even though I love both it’s great to see someone’s body of work being respected like this. This is a dog-eat-dog profession every other day of the year and this is everyone’s once chance to be able to let their walls down a little, open up to people who they’ve looked up to, hear what people who’ve looked up to them have to say… it’s all fantastic. That may not be my style but I’m really happy for everyone here who’s able to do that.

INTERVIEWER: Do you think this adds any extra pressure? Having Hall of Fame aspirations in mind, that is.

MATT MILES: Honestly not really. I don’t know that it really changes how I look at this match. It’s as I said before, I prepare for possibilities in the matches I compete in. The pathway to a Hall of Fame induction might be a lot shorter with the Ascension to the Heavens briefcase in my possession but it doesn’t factor into how I look at the match at all. You can’t… You can’t let outside forces influence what goes on when that bell rings. You just can’t. That’s how you lose focus on what really matters and when you do that you’re potentially costing yourself. That goes for just about anything, not just wrestling. At the same time you can’t just get tunnel vision. You’ve got to be willing to look around and take in your surroundings when necessary. That’s another great thing about these events. It almost forces you you to take a breather. I’m not afraid to admit that even I’ve been in need of one this week. It calms your nerves. You can actually think. That’s something I don’t take for granted.

Another fade to black as we transition...

MARCH 30TH
THE DAY OF THE
OWA AWARDS SHOW

The scene remains almost the same as before with the only difference being yet another wardrobe change for The Man With the Midas Touch. His suit is now a black tuxedo with a regular necktie. The Awards Show has yet to begin for a while. Matt Miles is the only man sat in his his seat and he’s making the most of it, resting his arm over the chair next to him.

INTERVIEWER: You arrived early today. Why is that?

MATT MILES: It’s… quiet. I was sitting in my hotel with my girlfriend and there’s just… There's so much going on right now. Fans are queuing up in the lobby for autographs, people are drinking, being loud… it’s all a bit much. I don’t vibe with that. I got up early this morning and I immediately went to the gym to work out, trying one more time to push myself to a new limit… and when I was finished I took my shower and got dressed and just came here because it’s the one place where I know I can think.

INTERVIEWER: You said something similar yesterday. Do you think being in your home state has helped you at all?

MATT MILES: Definitely. 100%. Most times when you’re travelling to a show you have to use your phone to find your way around the place. I don’t have to do that here. When I went from hotel to the gym to here the only time I even picked my phone up was to call you and tell you to meet me here. Most of the other people here can’t say that. They’re all from out of town and wouldn’t dare try to navigate Los Angeles. It’s a nightmare to travel through unprepared.

INTERVIEWER: So you’ve got a home advantage is what you’re saying. Do you think the same applies for your match?

MATT MILES: I feel like in a lot of sports that’d be true — and in wrestling I’d usually believe it is too — but when you’re the Golden State Warriors and you’re playing thirty games in one conference and half of those are on your home court with your own fans. When you’re competing in the biggest wrestling promotion in the world on their biggest show of the year it’s not quite the same. Most of the people coming to Final Destination aren’t even from California. Some of them aren’t even from the country. There’s men and women travelling from Europe and the UK and Japan and just about any other place you can name. It’s a unique environment. Whether it’s a Final Destination or a Pain for Pride or a Frontline Warfare, each time you walk into one of these kinds of shows you’re walking on unfamiliar ground.

INTERVIEWER: Speaking of unfamiliar ground, you’ve been breaking a lot of that for yourself the past week or so. Between filming you said you’d set some new records for yourself. Would you care to expand on that?

MATT MILES: I won’t give out any exact numbers because I don’t like to brag about stuff like that — it reminds me of those people who can’t shut the fuck up about their IQ — but yeah, I’ve set myself some new records in the gym. I think that’s a testament to how seriously I’m taking Final Destination 3. Before Clash of the Titans I’d been slacking and skating by the skin of my teeth because that’s all I’d been needing to do up until that point. Even if I hadn’t been? I hadn’t broken any lifting records or anything like that for a while as it is so to have actual, tangible proof that what I’ve been doing these last couple of months has been working is giving me the exact confidence I’m going to need when I’m climbing up that ladder. You can’t have a single shred of doubt in yourself or have any regrets about not working hard enough when you’re dealing with something of consequence. See, that was the biggest thing holding me back for those first couple of months. I’d spent so much time running through people in smaller wrestling promotions that I didn’t feel like I was. From the time that I returned to wrestling to signing with OWA I must have had close to thirty matches. Do you wanna know how many of those matches I lost?

INTERVIEWER: How many?

A single finger is held up towards the camera.

MATT MILES: One match. And you know what I did after I lost that match? I found the one mistake I made, rectified it, and then I took care of business. As a matter of fact even now I’m undefeated on Olympus. That would make most people, for lack of a better term… extremely fucking arrogant. Look, yeah, I know. I can be arrogant sometimes too but unlike most I’m able to recognise that the saying of “you’re only as good as your last match” is something to be taken seriously. I could win fifty matches in a row but if I win them all the same way then it means I don’t have to learn anything. I’m not improving. My ring IQ has stayed the same. That’s why when I very first addressed this upcoming Ascension to the Heavens match at Final Destination I said that I was nervous. With what the match entails and the people involved you have to improve — and not just before the match but during it too. The pieces on the board will all be in different places five minutes into the match from where they were at the start and where they will be in ten minutes. There are more factors at play than you can reasonably comprehend if you’re someone who walks in with just one gameplan.

INTERVIEWER: So you have more than one? How many do you have? What’s your process?

Another laugh leaves Matt’s mouth as he shakes his head to the camera.

MATT MILES: A magician never reveals his secrets.

Fade to black yet again, signalling another and perhaps final transition.

MARCH 30TH
AN HOUR REMOVED FROM
THE OWA AWARDS SHOW

With the final fade-in, Matt Miles is sitting on the bed in his hotel room, suit jacket removed, sleeves rolled up, and tie loosened. He looks confused.

INTERVIEWER: What’s on your mind?

MATT MILES: I mean… I thought Giovante’s line about me being “the future” of Olympus was just an off-handed comment but I was not expecting to be nominated for Future Star of the Year.

INTERVIEWER: Is that a problem?

MATT MILES: For most people it would be, right? They’d take it as an insult. “Oh, I’ve been doing this for almost nine years! I’m not a future star!” kinda talk but I don’t agree with that. It’s not an insult. It’s a sign that, even after all those years, there’s more left for you to do. You’ve still yet to reach your peak. Is that not a good thing? I damn well think it is. There’s plenty more left in the tank as far as I’m concerned and being considered a future star means other people see that too. So no, there’s no problem. Far from it. I tell you what, If I’m what’s being considered “the future” of OWA then the future is looking real bright… and the future is mine.

INTERVIEWER: What makes you so certain?

Matt looks up towards the camera, stone-faced.

MATT MILES: I do.

Fade.

To.

Black.

DRAGGIN' AROUND - LK Promo #2 March 30th 2021, 9:14 pm by **Big_Baker_Brand**

Where’s the self-professed loud-mouth cunt who’s gonna cut us down verbally before doing so in the ring?

“Shut up, you fuckin' waste of oxygen.

You’ve really gotten under my skin these past few days, Mark Michaels, you know that? You’re a six-foot-something two-hundred-fifty-pound sack of shit. You’re a walking pile of feces. You’re nothing but a fuckin' annoyance. You’ve said a lot while simultaneously saying nothing, trying to drive home the fact that you’re a big fan of California, trying to set yourself up with the home field advantage, but you ain’t shit, Michaels. The fact of the matter is that you’re trying to set your belt up as the top prize in this match, calling me and Noah and Nobi out, but we’re all going for separate prizes-save for, I guess, Nobi, who is contending for that strap. Maybe if you’d paid attention to your own fuckin’ show you’d know that.

You’ve continued to make a fool of yourself for the past few weeks since this match was announced. You and your boys try to pretend like we were the fools in that Lumberjack match, not you clowns who had to get involved three on one to even win the fuckin' thing, but whatever. It’s not like that’s the match in this saga they’re all gonna remember when we’ve since put you all in the fuckin' dirt. You’ve been talking a lot on your brotherhood, and I guess we have to give you props for that-round of applause and all-but at the end of the day, Mark? Brotherhood won’t mean shit.

You’re defending your belt alone, more or less, against the person who’s challenging you. It might be a tag team match, but it’s only one of you clowns in the ring at a time against one of us. The rules make sure of that, and bend ‘em til they break as you fuckin’ morons are wont to do, there’s only so much cheap shit you can get away with ‘til it starts biting back. Remember the stipulation-no other members of The Awakening can help you idiots retain. It’s a handicap you’re unfamiliar with, I’m sure, considering that the three of you haven’t done shit without being a unit in the vast majority of the time here-and even when you have and you have bided by the rules, you’ve lost or been embarrassed. Your boys in Chaos Elite couldn’t put away AR-15 without a chair shot, and they couldn’t put the Corsairs away period. There’s no pass-go, no collecting $200, no fuckin’ technicalities...the cracks in The Awakening have shown in every field but their ability to pleasure Daddy Fiora, and it’s gonna be even more enjoyable to pry those faults open on OWA’s biggest stage.

I also have to ask you two questions-have you ever watched me wrestle a match? You think I slug beers and that’s all I do? I didn’t get to be fuckin’ undefeated because of this beer sponsorship, and I sure as fuck have been in the ring with Odyssey’s champions. I submitted Rebecca Brookes back in LAW while she had that Goddesses Championship. Belt may not’ve been on the line, but that doesn’t fuckin' matter. Hell, I nearly put Eris away, too, and that’s a former top champion! You know nothing about me beyond a glance at my stats, a sight of a corporate tag and you start crying to the heavens about how i’m all gimmick, like you didn’t name yourself after some sort of fuckin’ outdated execution method in an attempt to be threatening. I can see that you’ve pried a line straight from my fuckin’ page, too, and it took you until your third address to do so...so, y’know, good job with the scouting!

fuckin' clown.

My second question, though, is far more important-are you talking because you think it’ll make a difference, or because you like hearing the sound of your own voice? If it’s the former, I’d give you the gentle advice to just shut the fuck up, because you’re only dragging The Awakening’s middling reputation down to nothing. You’ve sounded like a pussy the whole way through, whining and complaining about brutalizing Noah Reigner in a match you were clearly losing, trying to take a moral high ground when you and your fuckin’ goons beat the shit out of anyone who has even the slightest chance of pulling a win out against you, and, generally, talking like you never really got the point of those slowed-down classes in high school. If I were your teammates, I would’ve muzzled you a long fuckin’ time ago, but I forget that the three of you share one collective thought that Fiora grants to you at a given time.

Here’s my advice to you, Marky-Mark. I’d gather the last few remaining brain cells you have and bring ‘em to this match so that Noah, Nobi and I can kick them the fuck out of you and send you to the fuckin’ Dementia Ward where you belong. Your idiotic chatter won’t have to sully any more ears, and in the process, we’ll take that gold off of you. Maybe this’ll show you the right path to take and set you up for something better, lest you end up screaming and spitting against the growing wave of inevitability.

I wish it was just you, so I could continue waxing poetic about euthanizing you, but instead I’ve gotta bring Noah Quinn into the mix. Quinn, I’m gonna be dead honest with you, I’ve got no real interest in whatever bullshit you’ve got going on, because you’ve clearly bit your own shit so hard that the smell don’t bug you. You’re going to swing your championship around and claim that quantity means quality, when that couldn’t be further from the fuckin’ truth. You and Eon and Michaels all try to boost your title reign up, but, again, as stated previously-you still can’t pull a fuckin’ worthwhile challenger out of the muck to save your own ass.

I’m glad you’ve gotten over your prejudices, even slightly, though, even if you have to try and put Devi down, because you can’t build yourself up without standing upon the ruins of others. I hope you’ll try and beat the shit out of me, because I’m going to take so much pride in bashing your fuckin' brains out, stomping your pink and grey matter into the canvas, so that you can see how fuckin’ ready I am for all of this shit. I’m also sure that you haven’t done your fuckin’ research, considering the fact that you’re taking the only fuckin’ things I’ve done in OWA as my entire resume. I know that you know this better than anyone, considering you used to kick ass in the Octagon before you got here. You still show your own presumptions, though, disregarding all of Odyssey that I’ve fought against as the bottom of the barrel. I won’t say that Devi Krysis and Kimberly Chase are the best competitors on the roster-but if they were dogshit before, what did that make you before your big break?

It put you in the same spot as them, y’know. Luck’s kept you afloat. Who fuckin' cares that you’ve held a singular championship for a long period of time, defending it against all comers until you were tired, or worn down when you’ve failed most times outside of it. Who fuckin' cares if the Television Championship was supposedly elevated by you as a competitor-it doesn’t matter since your reputation and desire to drive yourself above all else is staining the gold that you hold. Your self-righteousness is unattractive, Noah, and your inability to accept the fact that there is legitimate competition coming, the fact that there are blades at your throat and they are drawing ever-closer, threatening to cut your breath off forevermore.

All candles burn for a limited period of time, Noah. All flames only flicker so long, and I can feel from the staggered, heavy breaths that the three of you are committing to that you are running out of fuel, running out of time. You know that the reapers are coming, and you know that we are ready to rip you from your seats of power and thrust you down to the fuckin' ground below.

And also...I don’t give a fuck about Mark Michaels’ championship. You show an aptitude for not getting the facts straight, just like the ‘Leathal Injection’ himself. I’m coming after your boy, Eon. You should be more concerned about that, eh?

Speaking of Eon-let’s chat, eh?

You’ve been trying to claim, and make the point throughout this whole little scenario that I’m unworthy, that I don’t deserve your title shot, that it should be going to someone who’s earned it. You, however, also used Noah Quinn entering an open challenge as evidence for him earning it, like that is earning a shot at an opportunity compared to what you were given, prior warning that I’d be coming for your shit. You can feel what you want about this title opportunity, Eon, like I don’t fuckin' deserve it, like you’re better than me, like you had to work harder to defend this title and gain entrance to the title match that granted it to you than I ever have, but let’s put that aside and look at the truth of the situation.

I’ve already got the fuckin' match.

It doesn’t matter what kind of shit-cannery you consider my addition to this title opportunity to be, it doesn’t matter how you feel about me being here, but I’m here. You want to call me toxic? I’ll settle into being toxic. I’ll be the most toxic bitch this side of Odyssey, if that’s what I need to do to drag myself down to your level and choke the fuckin' life out of you. That Openweight Champion has rusted away around your waist, I invite you to fuckin' prove me wrong and tell me that it hasn’t. I implore you to show me that this championship has mattered under you. Your teammates have something to show for what they’ve done-Michaels has his dogshit idiot speak and a tournament win, while Quinn has some stat-padded reign, but you, Eon?

You have nothing. The lag-behind of The Awakening. A runt among runts. Sad, helpless, like a dog. You’re the least remarkable of your comrades no matter how hard you bark, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing-it just speaks to how fuckin’ pathetic you are now, and how great you could be away from under Fiora’s thumb. Away from Noah Quinn, a dude you formed a team with out of fuckin’ convenience. Away from Mark Michaels, who, y’know, exposure to is killing hundreds of your brain cells by the fuckin’ day.

But you don’t see that. You never will, because you cling to these fuckin’ fools in an effort to feel safe. You speak about how this team will protect you, about how the three of you will go down together if you go down at all-which, unfortunately, you will-and how because we don’t give a fuck about one another, we’re gonna fall to your teamwork. The biggest wrench in your gears, though, boys, is that your Father doesn’t seem to give a singular flaming fuck about you. You’re a snake wiggling without a head, a wolf stumblin’ on three legs with a brain injury. You might have the cohesion as a unit, but against three killers? You’ll stumble and you’ll fuckin’ fall.

I want that Openweight Championship around your waist, Eon, more than I’ve wanted anything before. I think, in that way, Quinn was right-none of the shit I’ve done, none of the so-called bottom of the barrel i’ve scraped up matters. I’d burn it all the fuck down if I could get my hands on you, guarantee a win. Unfortunately, the business don’t quite work like that, but I’ll crack a beer tonight, give you a send-off fuckin’ toast, and come for your fuckin’ throat. I know how fuckin’ good you could be otherwise, but this unit is draggin’ you down, and I’m gonna show you the error of your ways in committing to be the third string in a team of third strings.

Kiss that championship tonight, and hold it tightly for the last few remaining days. Keep her snuggled close.

Because you boys are gonna lose fuckin’ everything…

...and i’m gonna fuckin’ laugh.”

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

Re: OWA Promos March 30th 2021, 9:11 pm by **Arata Asakura**

Final Destination III #2: Private Conversation

29.03.21 Forest near the Hideout

*It's been a few days since Arata has confronted the whole world about his last actions. However, he was aware that some would respond to the harsh words that came out of his mouth that day. The thing is, Jeff' or Havoc' comment did not make Arata feel any different about what he intended to do during Final Destination. For the past few days, however, his inner strength has been crying out for attention. Namely, Raijin was constantly appearing in his head, but too many people were around. After what happened in the dojo, The Black Sun was always nearby, because they did not want another unexpected visit from Jeff X, even though he had no right to know the location of the main hideout. Nevertheless, they preferred to exercise caution, because their leader had the power over the Kingdom at his fingertips. The thing is that not only Raijin wanted to talk, the Japanese man also had to confront the elder god. While The Black Sun was a great support for him in this fight for a better future of the golden brand, only Raijin understood him best. Therefore, after a few days, Arata went alone to the forest near the hideout, warning members of his group that violating his privacy would have consequences.

When Arata was finally far enough, he sat down by the shallow stream of water. The man was dressed quite plainly. A black hoodie, black jeans and heavy black boots were not something that could attract the attention of uninvited guests. The Japanese sighed heavily and leaned in so that he could see his reflection in the water's surface. A reflection that explained a lot. One of Arata's eyes turned gold, while the other remained brown. It was a clear sign that the time has come for the long-awaited private conversation between the two souls sharing this body. *

Liar. Liar. Liar.

*A low voice echoed in Arata's head, as he started speaking in an old Japanese dialect. Raijin was furious and ready to fight more than ever.*

This disgusting liar hasn't changed at all, since I saw him face to face ages ago. As always, Havoc tries to manipulate everyone into not believing me, while he is himself too proud and greedy to cooperate with the owner of his body. It is pathetic that he dares to say that I want to deceive you, while he absorbs every human being that crosses his path, in order to gain power. A power that he'll never seriously have, as he's a mere loser who could never live up to a higher entity like me and the rest of my allies. Perhaps he has subjugated Abholos, but to be honest, he is no better. Both weak and useless, thinking there is some amazing future for them. Haven't all these ages taught him yet that he would never be a hero? Will he finally realize that he is a subordinate creature who was created to serve others, not to be an authority? I know these people think he is powerful. After all, something that is beyond human capacity is always impressive, but they only react to it that way, because they haven't seen a real power. The power that I have, and with our deal also you, Arata. If I was only looking for a puppet, I could take anyone, but firstly I am disgusted with all these gaijins and secondly I preferred to have an aware partner in our mission. I know you can help me with executing what we want. We are going to show everyone that their disrespect for Japanese warriors and overlooking them will not be without consequences, but also Havoc must know his place. You saw my memories. You know how many times I've had to deal with a goddamn kid, who always had to start a rebellion, because he couldn't accept his position. Perhaps that is why he has possessed Christopher Sabertooth. Perhaps he saw a human version of himself in it. A hopeless case of someone who has no future, because he is too weak in relation to the people around him. Even worse, he gained confidence because his ego was pushed to the moon due to the company marketing him as a pure evil. Therefore, we cannot allow Havoc to get lost even more in this shit. We need to take the source of his ridiculous prism of power. We need to take the OWA Championship, because without that he will be no one. Let's say we kill two birds with one stone, Arata.

How long are you going to babysit him, Raijin? Havoc chose such a fate for himself, so he should pay for his irresponsibility. He could adapt to his destiny, instead of pretending to be someone he is not. I always thought Havoc was the mask that Sabertooth was hiding behind, but now I can see it was the other way around. It was Chris that was the armor that Havoc had locked himself in. He was the tool to help him gain power so that he could satisfy his too big ego. The perfect solution for someone who was not competent enough to gain recognition in the world he came from. The only part of his personality that left from those times is a savior complex and all this rebellious attitude. Although, I don't know if even a 'savior complex' is a good phrase. Perhaps it is a much simpler situation. I would say all his approach is all about feeling useful and getting admiration from people, while he only cares about the tip of his nose. He is not only using Chris, but all these people and OWA belt to finally feel relevant. It makes it even harder to believe that such an egoist is the first to point a finger at you. Either way, you don't have to worry about my loyalty. I trust you, and nothing that this fake jerk says, will change my intentions. We had the contract and so far both parties are fulfilling it. I feel like all his accuation are just the result of him being salty that everything he does has to be forced. I kinda understand, no one would like an inferior being as an aid, so he had no choice. The thing is, people have to finally see that Havoc is not the monster that holds the Kingdom in its claws. He is not the tyrant who has led to so many misfortunes. Havoc is really a background character in the process of self-destruction of Jeff X. You know how Havoc was, he could never let go of bullying those who had already lost in their lives due to their own stupidity. This is one of the reasons. The second is simply revenge, because Jeff stuck a nose in his business. More and more often I have the impression that I am some unwanted element of this drama that they are both going through. The thing is, neither of them was ever supposed to be the main character of the story. I was, or actually we were, Raijin.

*Arata sighed heavily after these words, as he had something else to add.*

But why must they both be so annoying? Come on, tell me why? I always knew Jeff was...Jeff. This is probably his nature, but Havoc acts as if he thinks that only he sees certain things, because he was the first to say it. We are not in kindergarten. It doesn't matter who the fuck was first. I've always known who Jeff is and never said I disagreed with what Havoc told us about him. The thing is, I've never been stupid enough to speak badly about someone I cooperated with at that moment. It would create only a bad atmosphere. Back then, I was already thinking that this whole Kingdom's situation was Jeff's fault. It didn't even require words, because it was obvious. The problem was that the audience was stupid enough to fall for his victim role. However, I tried to help him fix it anyway, because with each passing day he was digging into even more shit. If not for my help, this company would have burst into flames a long time ago. However, just because I was making an effort to improve the situation does not change the fact that I was aware of who he was, so Havoc should stop crying about someone saying something similar. I guess, he should be glad that he has the backing of someone who has credibility when it comes to Jeff's personality. At least now someone will believe that he did not make it all up to justify his actions. This fucking egoist should know when to show his gratitude, but apparently old habits hadn't left him. He always had to scream loud enough to make others think he is special. He always had to have his own opinion, other than everyone else just to be unique. So bad it never worked the way it should have.

Some people just can't be changed. Some of them live in their own world and your former gaijin friend is the perfect example of that. Regardless of the situation, Jeff is always very schematic, which is why he's damn predictable. What do I mean? That his animal instincts work before his brain. You see yourself how willing he is to sacrifice everything he has to fight Havoc, forgetting that he is only a mere human. One thing is being ready to fight, and other is a mindless attack that will only bring negative results. That's how it ends. Jeff will go there thinking that he has enough arsenal to stop Havoc, not even realizing what a mischievous motherfucker he can be. On the other hand, this moron still doesn't believe in Havoc's very existence as a supernatural being, despite the fact that he did things that normal humans are incapable of. Although I wouldn't be surprised if he thought it was some drunk dream of his. Speaking of this makes me so tired. You have no idea how much disgust I feel thinking about him, Arata. I can't even take him seriously. You know yourself that I think Havoc is much weaker than myself, what am I supposed to say about this guy? In comparison to our power, he is only a worm that can be easily crushed. Though, you didn't even need me to show him that it wasn't worth fuck around with you. Funnily enough, everyone knows he'll disavow, but he also knew you deserved this main event more and that you are simply better than him. However, his pride led him to make a mistake again. At his own request, he found himself in a more difficult situation that changed his so-called American dream into a little nightmare. The only good decision he made was to add you to the match, not to put his spot on the line.

It just shows that he had a feeling it might end badly for him. It looks like he thought twice before he did what Jeff is always doing. Namely, making wrong decisions. The thing is, one second less was enough, and there would be no mention of him. The only place he would have during Final Destination would be in the stands, because not only would he be left without a chance for the title, but also he would not take part in this event. That's why, I'm even more amused by the fact that he tries to convince everyone that he was a role model for me...that I want to be like him. This cracker really thinks that the peak of my ambitions is to be a copy of the naive drunk American, who constantly has his ass wiped by this company, because he is their favorite. Contrary to him, I have dignity. However, back to what I started. Why would anyone consider him my role model? Because it happened that we both won the Keys to the Kingdom and Spartan Title? Not everything is about him, but apparently that's all he thinks. He always has to be a main topic, even if more important things are going on. Even after Kenny's death, he must be the center of attention. Why? After all, the random person who spoke to Kenny twice in his life was more important than his wife or best friend. But it is nothing new. He was always using other people, especially Frontline. He gave them the feeling that everyone is equal there, when he always wanted to be the main star of this faction, even though he was doing the least. In fact, he treated all of them as cheap labor, just for him to get all the spotlight. It is sad that after all this humiliation they are still on his side.

For some, mediocrity is enough, while we have bigger plans, Arata. After all, it's not just about another title, but about the future of Japanese representatives in this industry. We both do not want them to have to deal with the injustice that you have almost suffered. Fortunately, we fixed it in time, but others may not be able to do so. People had been looking away for too long. Ultimately, we must make these gaijins learn that they have no right to show us such disrespect. So I don't care how personal this dispute between Havoc and Jeff is. If they want to kill each other, then go ahead, but don't let them stop us from implementing our bigger plans. After all, it would be a shame if their selfish motives destroyed our vision of a better future.

*Arata bit his lip, analyzing the whole conversation in his head. A moment later, he spoke again.*

For some reason, people thought Final Destination was going to be the moment when this war would end. However, I don't understand why at the expense of the OWA Championship. Nobody needs the same thing that has already been overcooked. Even if Havoc had other challengers, we've constantly seen his or Jeff' face. Perhaps, they have never directly faced each other, but when you see the same faces over and over again, the gag reflex is only a matter of time. I don't want the OWA Championship to be associated with something boring that is not worth paying attention to. So, for the sake of the Kingdom and the belt itself, I have to leave FD as champion. So many reasons for my hand to be raised up, and most importantly all of them are noble. Some are more selfish, some are aimed to help my people. As to think about it. We are like a miracle that appeared in this war that these two created, Raijin. A miracle that will bring everything to the right order. As for Havoc and Jeff? Let them finish their war, but they can be sure the title won't be in the game. They both had their chance. It's time for something to change and I don't care about people explaining that Jeff deserves another reign. It wasn't my fault he couldn't hold the championship for more than five minutes.

It was obvious that the stupid crowd would want him to get one more chance. But he missed a good moment. He had a whole year for it, but of course, he waited for the biggest stage possible. If not for his selfishness and sick desire to be in the spotlight, perhaps he would have held the belt for a while. By waiting he ruined his chance of success one more time. But maybe it was never destined to him, and especially not at the moment when he would stand against God. These two like it or not, but it's finally time, Arata. Finally, we will stand against injustice. At Final Destination, we won't only win the OWA Championship. At Final Destination the black sun will finally rise. A symbol of a better future. Whereas Havoc and Jeff may rot in the past.

***

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VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, Michael Bishop, Christopher Sabertooth and Noah Reigner have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos March 30th 2021, 8:30 pm by **Dulce Torres**

I gave it some time to see if anyone else would step up to the plate and I’m quite happy about the results. We’re almost at the home stretch and I don’t want to see anyone slacking off now.

I haven’t forgotten about you, Alyssa.

The moment that Viola announced that you, me, and Gwen would take part in this match, I knew that you’d be someone that I will be looking forward to stepping up to again. One reason for unfinished business and the other reason being that you’re one of the main threats in this match-up. Despite how things didn’t pan out for you at Clash and the lack of momentum that you (and me) have going into Final Destination, we are someone that people are expecting a lot going into this event. People are going to be having their eyes on the Odyssey brand, hoping and praying that we’re going to be the ones to steal the show. Even with all of that going on, I still have my sights focused on the goal of the match and that's to climb up that ladder and unhook the briefcase. You claim that this is one of the matches that you feel at home competing in. While it may be considered “home” for you, it's considered like going to foreign territory and I have to adapt to the customs. I need to either adapt or perish, and perishing is not an option for me going into this match. Surviving is the only option that I got when competing in these types of matches and especially with the level of opponents that I am going to be dealing with, I know that this is a match that is not going to be easy for me. Much like it's not going to be easy for you, Alyssa. You claim that you're comfortable with these types of matches. There's nothing more than going sky-high, putting your body on the line for a prize such as Ascension to the Heavens. I fully understand that this isn't going to be simple. There are going to be plenty of obstacles that I am going to need to be on the lookout for. 1. Ladders, obviously. 2. The other participants, of course. 3. The heights, but that kind of co-exists with number one, but you get the idea. You are right, I do pride myself on being able to adjust quickly to these situations. Despite how these matches have treated me in the past, I don't like to think about whatever disadvantages I may have in this match. I have gone into all of those matches with my best foot forward, hoping to get the result I want. With a match like this, it will be the same energy and I'm hoping to be the one standing with that briefcase in my possession. People have all these amazing things to say about my talents in the ring and in the microphone. As lovely and overwhelming are those praises, I need to live up to those expectations. I need to go into each match and give it everything or I feel like I didn't accomplish anything. Alyssa, please, I highly encourage you to come in this match swinging. If this is a type of match where you feel comfortable, you are the one with the advantage. Please kick my ass, try to tell me why it's your time instead of mine. In return, I'll only remind you why I’m one of the best in the company.

Now, onto Ryo Sakazaki, who I don't know much about, but I can sense that he has a chip on his shoulder. From watching his group completely fall apart due to betrayal to having found himself eating pin after pin, it all took a toll on him at some point. He looks into the words of Matt Miles about if there's a moment to make a name for yourself, it's a Final Destination. To Ryo, it would be a wonderful way to conclude his season after things may have not gone the way he anticipated, but the competition in this match is going to be no joke. There are not going to be many people that share his belief about putting on a good match. Instead, they are in this match for themselves. They want nothing more than to benefit themselves. Now, I’m a sucker for putting on a good match every now and then, but I want to win this match as well. I am hungry to add another accomplishment to my resume. To think that he is the only one that recognizes the importance of this match seems a bit insulting to the rest of the participants in this match. I assume that everyone knows what's on the line going into this match. If they didn't, they wouldn't be speaking out, allowing their intentions and motivations to be heard. Instead, they would wait last minute and hope that it's going to be enough, but it won't be. This match is important to me. I see it as a way to get back into the main event that I never wanted to slip from my grasp. I see it as a way to redeem myself from my previous championship reign. For you Ryo, you see it as a way to skyrocket your career to the heavens and have you be seen as more than a random body in the match. I hope that you've paid attention to me. I hope that you've seen my body of work. I hope that you recognize the level of competition I am going into this match. If there is anyone that has the opportunity to impress and win this match, it's Dulce Torres. I understand that you want to win this match for your respective reasons. I highly respect that. You haven't done anything to me going into this match and I'm not looking to cause any problems, but with what's on the line going into this match, I would not be shocked to see some emotions get the best of us. I am going to make sure that I'm not that person, but the person that walks away with the briefcase.

Can’t you believe it, Matt? It's almost upon us. Final Destination is almost upon us! If you’re not ready for it, it doesn't matter because it's going to show up sooner than you think. The hours of training, media, and promotion are all going to be for this moment. Ascension to the Heavens is going to see whether all of that stuff was worth it, Matt. Was it worth it putting your body on the line through all of that harsh treatment? Was it worth all of those sleepless nights, thinking about this particular match? In your last promo, you had mentioned being nervous about this match. The thought about climbing up ladders, rung by rung would terrify anyone? My question is are you terrified of climbing up that ladder or are you afraid of the possibility of someone tipping you off that ladder? Are you terrified of getting your fingertips on that briefcase and then, someone bursts your bubble and knocks you off? It’s something that I want to know for myself, but it's a natural human response. It's okay to feel nervous. It's okay to look at this match and feel nervous. I’m going to be the last one to point and laugh at your fears because when that bell rings, that all disappears. We are all at the same level. We all have the same goal in mind and we're all going to be filled with adrenaline, our fears will disappear into the back of our minds. This approach from you, despite your past record, is strange. From what I know, this could all be a ploy and I could end up crashing onto multiple ladders. I could end up being killed, but I’m holding you onto your word. I've seen the competitor that you are. I've seen you grown and evolve these last several years on television. You need to be the one that's aware of the possibilities. You need to realize that I may look like I won't harm a fly, but I’ll drop you on your head and break your arm when given the chance. I'm not super certain if this is nothing more than a redemption arc for yourself, Matt, but it's not going to be complete by winning this match. It will be another instance of you being so close to the prize, but it's not going to be enough to get the job done. I've held gold before. I've been to the mountain top. I've main evented Final Destination and walked out with my reign still intact. I want to get there again. I want another moment in victory. I want that second reign as OWA Women's World Champion. Despite you allowing everyone to see the work and hours that you've put into training for this match, it's not going to be enough. It's not going to be your moment, Matt. Feel free to prove me wrong. Feel free to continue your story by winning this match and become the star and future that people always thought that you would become, but I'm still in this match. You still need to look out for me. I’m going into this match to win and no one is going to stop me, especially you.

“I don’t believe hunger lingers in your chest anymore.”

Excuse me? Did I hear what I thought I just heard? Graham Baker doesn’t believe that hunger lingers in my chest anymore? The flame doesn’t burn in my belly? I’m nothing more than a woman who is going through the motions? What's next? He’s going to drop the cliche “Dulce is not the same as she was when she was OWA Women's World Champion!” I shouldn't win Ascension to the Heavens because Graham Baker doesn’t believe that I have that fire anymore? He doesn’t think that I’m hungry enough to go after that briefcase? I think that all of that is laughable and pathetic because my life doesn't revolve around trying to impress people. Just because Graham Baker thinks that I don't have that hunger lingering in my chest anymore, doesn't make it true. If anything, that reasoning is idiotic because if anything, I’ve proven that I am hungry. I am willing to go beyond what is expected of me to do going into the match. If I need to look deep into the competition in the match, that's exactly what I'll do (and what I've been doing since the moment I got inserted into this match). If I need to scout your moves and be prepared for them, that's exactly what I'll do. If I need to drop every single participant on their heads in order to prove a point, it’s obvious that I'll even do that. It's almost as dumb as Stephanie Matsuda trying to imply that I don't have ambition when I've proven that I got plenty of that. I’m not sure what Graham was expecting with interacting with me, was he expecting to have this “personal” interaction that he'd have with his most hated rivals. Was he expecting me to hate his guts before we've even had the opportunity to step foot inside the ring? Instead, he looks at me and thinks that I’m content with the position that I'm in on Odyssey? While there's nothing wrong with contentment, I am someone who is always striving for more. What in the world makes him think that I am looking at this match as just another match to be apart of? What makes him think that I'm planning to throw away this opportunity? Because I’m not approaching him, talking all of this smack about how I'm so much better than him? Because I'm not talking a big game and creating a mess before this match happens? Graham maybe someone who gets joy at the chaos of these types of matches, but I get joy out of proving people wrong. Nothing makes me happier than proving someone like you, Graham, who implied that I shout sit out this match, wrong. Do you think that it's the first time that I've heard someone call me the odd one out in these types of situations? No, I've heard that on a couple of occasions. I’ve also heard people telling me that I shouldn't be so "positive" or “enthusiastic,” and that it shields me from reality, but I can see clearly. I know that there’s negativity in this world. I know that there's going to be people like you who do what they can to take me down, but I can assure you that you won't do that to me. Go ahead and intimidate me by being someone who is ready to brawl at Final Destination, but I'm more than ready to ascend to the heavens.

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

Re: OWA Promos March 30th 2021, 8:23 pm by **Audrey The Sleepy Girl**

Preparing for BOB? Oh, of course, rest is the most important thing. That is a must for me before I arrive in Final Destination because I will be the last one on it and I will take the prize that should be my reward. I'm not going to let go of that anymore. BOB, for me, is a great opportunity to get to know me, besides being the sleepiest-looking female wrestler. And if asked who will win Everyone hopes to be yourself, right? I would have to answer that I am hoping to be the winner of the match as well. I asked if I won, what would I do next? Of course, I won some gold. I will be the next superstar here. And don't worry, I'll have a good rest. And practicing for Final Destination, I might go on stage like nobody expected someone like me to win. But for me, anything can happen. Even if I didn't win this match, nothing was disappointing for me. Asked if I expected it or expected it. But I'll focus on what's small first. I will make an impression in this match. What's more important than being a winner besides being mentioned after this match, even if it might not be a winner, if it does, a great performance will be worth watching for others. My feelings now, for sure, I'm excited about the opportunity. And once again I'm sorry that I fell asleep after the match. I took the opportunity he gave me to build on myself to be a better person than I am, the winner is one and it must be this me. I came as someone who no one thought would be a winner, so there's nothing to lose. In addition to putting the work on those faces and saying that I am a winner But even so, if I'm not a winner, I might be a little disappointed. Because I was expecting a match. This is the opportunity of every new face I know. An opportunity to shine in here But I must be rude, you guys may have forgotten that I still have me in this match. And I might as well be the joker that will change the outcome of the match to something that many people wouldn't expect.

I'm from Missouri, I'll win back Missouri, I'll make honors with my hands. I will write my name in the history of this place as a BOB winner, as I said. I came to be a winner, that is what is my ultimate goal in Final Destination. I will not walk out of disappointment. I am not very frustrating. It may sound selfish, but in BOB, everyone here is selfish. Everyone wants to be a winner. There is a lot that I have to prove, and of course, if I were to win, that would be a better start in the future. When did I say what I would do? I will be able to That is a promise to myself. I promise myself to be a better person. Outwardly, I might seem sleepy all the time. But in my heart, there is enough fighting spirit to make me the winner of this match. When I step in here I lost to the champion And later, I'm in Final Destination, and I'll come again as a BOB winner on the day when I only have the attendee status, no one has watched. Nobody mentioned that I would win. But people will get to know me again as a BOB winner. A lot of people might joke that people who seem to want to sleep all the time like me will win. They might just look at me as a supporting character in this match. But then, I don't care about those words? The more no one watched me, the harder it was to work. For this opportunity, I appreciate it. It is an opportunity that may seem too early for me. But if not ready, I will just be the one who failed. But no, I'm not that type of person. My sister didn't teach me to be like that. My sister taught me to be a winner. Someone who seems to want to sleep all the time, like me, is going to change every outcome of this match. I might be like a clown in this match. But I have a lot to prepare for this match. I am not only good at sleep, that is probably what many people remember me. But I'm going to do something significantly bigger. I will give all the credit to my sister if I walk away from Final Destination as a BOB winner.

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

Re: OWA Promos March 30th 2021, 7:21 pm by **AzurineVebbins**

Azurine Vebbins: My prize at Final Destination Dree might as well be "participatory consolation." I will still provide a "Pollex Up" performance, chanters. Dat's just how I'm programmed.. Everyone else involved in da BOB Games are compelled to compete. My dynamic dance date "Da Untamed Bloodwolf" Devi Krysis is someone whom I believe deserves dis opportunity. She's put extraordinary effort to win whatever wager Mister Oasis is puttin' ford. Likewise returnin' rin'-er Daisy Drash, who pinned me on Episode LXI of Odyssey also should be considered. Deyr's even Nakita DuBov, who I managed to sweep off her feet, via a Tilt-A-Whirl Headscissors. Based on her previous promotional material, I sensed her subliminally take a speakin' sweet no-din's shine to me. While I respect her royally, deyr's no way eider one of us is scorin' an all-expenses and accommodations paid trip for two at some romantic resort. Den again, it could just be internal, infernal inference based on "Da Fem Phenom's" decisive, domineerin' demeanor. Den deyr's also Elijah Hampton. Dude talks a big game 'til his brawlin' boots get tied to-ged-er and cause him to trip unceremoniously. He may have a gift of gab, but "Da Damsel in Dat Dress" plans on stoppn' his gob. Kimberly Chase should be mentioned as well given she tweeted bein' on da winnin' team at Odyssey. However, if bein' pinned places me in da runnin', den we're bode in a dead heat on da last lap. Finally, two colleagues who come across as eider on or off-odds favorites dependin' who you poll are Jacob Senn and Savannah Sunshine. Between dem, I'd say Sunshine is da one who could get one-up on da competition. Again, dough, when analyzin' da after a-rid-met-ic, I notion Krysis killin' dis.

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