OWA Promos

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Re: OWA Promos March 6th 2021, 5:46 am by **Hana Nakajima**

Odyssey #1: Only a message.

05.03.21 Tokyo, Japan

*The situation between Hana and Rebecca did not seem to get better since unfortunate events from Clash of the Titans. In fact, it could be said that the attitude of the young Japanese girl became clear with the previous episode of Odyssey. She was no longer interested in the friendship with the current champion, but in what she had around her waist. While Hana had considered Rebecca a good person so far, she finally opened her eyes and noticed that herself should be the most important person for her. A few meetings for tea would not make up for her career decline, and Hana only thought about heights. So she wasn't going to let go until she got what she wanted, even if the way to do it was by destroying some jobber on Monday. This is exactly the only word you could say about Devi Krysis, who was spreading her delusional hopes, that Hana could not listen to anymore. However, in a way, she had to wade through the load of crap that was mindlessly coming out of this girl's mouth.*

*The shot opens with a view of Hana Nakajima sitting near a dark wooden table. The girl is dressed in a bright beige dress-styled sweater with a black belt and black high-heeled shoes. The strands of her straight hair falls over her shoulders, while it can be noticed that the makeup on her face is darker than usual. Next to Hana stands a plastic cup with orange juice, which the girl is sipping through a straw, staring at her phone. At first glance, it's hard to tell what Hana is looking at, as she wears headphones, but from her serious expression you can tell that she's focused. A sigh of irritation escapes from the girl's mouth and she is about to look away, but she keeps watching the video. Finally her patience runs out, and she tosses her phone on the table and pulls out the earphones with her other hand. Hitting her fingers with the annoyance on the top of the table, she finally starts speaking.*

What the fuck is this supposed to be? I swear, I don't know how many times I listened to it, but I still can't understand what Devi is talking about. It's not even a matter of my lack of knowledge when it comes to language, but the fact that this girl, being American is worse at english than me to such a extent, that I can't even make sense of what Devi is talking about. Two sentences with a little bit of logic is so much of a requirement? It is bare minimum. Not to mention a whole paragraph, because this is like the symphony of bullshit. I know that not everyone thinks first and then speaks, but if your thoughts are also as chaotic as your speech, I sincerely sympathize. No wonder you're such a loser in the ring since you have trouble connecting the dots logically, Devi. Maybe in your little brain, your speech skills are not important, but when you talk like a preschooler, it's harder for people to take you seriously. What's funny, you can't even protect yourself here, since you come from english-speaking country. The explanation of this is simple, you're just stupid. I don't know how you think that everything you said about me made any sense at all, but I tried for almost two weeks to decipher what you wanted to say. The thing is, you talk about one thing and five words later you magically move to a completely different topic. And you know what? With all of that, you just confirm my hypothesis that your mother had to drop you on your head several times, when you were a child.

*Hana takes another sip of juice, this time directly from the cup. Meanwhile, the girl rolls her eyes at mention of this terrible statement, which she already knows almost by heart.*

I don't know how else I can explain your belief that you have any future in this industry. Devi, let's say it in the simplest way that even you can understand. The wrestling industry is like a rat race. All you have to do is slow down for a moment and the rest will leave you far behind, which makes it almost impossible to come back. However, you are not even behind everyone's back, you are still locked in the cage and wondering how to get out of it. In short, you are one of the worst members not only of Odyssey, but of the entire company. If you like being nobody, that's your business. Not everyone has to have ambitions, but to be honest I would feel humiliated if I were you. Why? The way they treat you like a piss break should be enough. The fact that you are here only as a tool to send a message. That's what you are for me. Message to Rebecca that she may slowly start to say goodbye to that shinny belt around her waist. I don't give a fuck about you, because you're not even worthy of being called my opponent, Devi. I'm not interested in fighting 'nobodies', but they are sometimes useful, so I'll try to end this quickly so that you experience as little shame as possible. Let's say it's my last favor in memory of my previous attitude, which you all loved so much. However, I hated it to some extent. Why? Because it was problematic. Only because I cared about others, I forgot about myself. Only because I saw the good in everyone, people thought I was stupid and childish. It all led to me being overlooked, because this sweet baby shouldn't be in a place where blood is shed. I know it's just silly stereotypes. I've always known that, but it didn't change the fact that everyone was looking down on me. So in the end, they had to understand that I would not be anyone's stepping stone, because they thought their time had come. The same goes for you, Devi, I don't know what your expectations are when it comes to Final Destination, but I certainly won't help you with that. I think it is clear. You're the stepping stone for me, not me for you. Understand? Although the term "stepping stone" is probably too much for this waste of space. Either way, I don't know how you defeated Maverick, but I neither fear you nor have any respect for you. I no longer intend to bow to those much weaker than me. I know my place and you should finally get to know yours. You are no one important, and people only sympathize with you, because they feel sorry for you. Perhaps in your eyes you are the future champion and the face of this company, but from the perspective of anyone who is not blind, you are only a very low budget Niki Khan. Woof. Woof.

*A young Japanese girl brushes back a few strands of hair and tilts her head for a second. A moment later, she looks straight at the camera again.*

You may not like my new approach. You may despise it, though that is the only rational approach that can be. The thing is, you have to be ridiculously foolish to think it won't be beneficial to me. It doesn't work like that, huh? Well, that's how it works. I understand it's cute when someone gives you a chance on their own, but the truth is, with this attitude you can wait forever. In this industry, you either take something for yourself, or you can watch as those who put much less effort than you, overtake you. Sometimes it is better to shout a little louder so that they notice you than to remain silent and agree to such treatment. Contrary to you, I have high ambitions and what I have is not enough for me. Most importantly, unlike you, I have the abilities to achieve what I want. And yes, I fucked up the situation with the Goddesses Championship at Civil War. Blah, blah, blah. Go and fuck yearself. But it's only a matter of time before this belt will be mine. In your case, it's just a dream that will never come true, Devi. The level between you and me is like the difference between heaven and earth. So your chances in our match on Monday are clear. They are literally zero. Realize this soon enough, it will be less painful.

In fact, I have nothing more to tell you. Maybe just that...if you still have any hope for something bigger in your career, then I will choke them out of you on Monday.

*Hana waves the fingers of one hand sarcastically, as if she was saying goodbye. Moments later, the recording ends and the screen fades black.*

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

Re: OWA Promos March 6th 2021, 3:51 am by **The Banshee**

Odyssey Promo 1

STOP CALLING ME MORRIGHAN!!!

The camera opens up on the Las Vegas Strip. Various night shots of the Luxor, New York New York, the Bellagio Fountains, and the Eifel Tower of Paris Las Vegas all randomly flash through the screen, before the screen transitions to the Ghost Bar atop the Palms Hotel. The Ghost Bar has been closed to the public for months, but it appears as clean as its been cleaned recently. The glass floor shows how high the Ghost Bar is above the Strip, but standing atop the floor is The Banshee. The Banshee holds up a bottle of Grey Goose vodka, as if calling for a toast, before the camera stops and focuses on The Banshee's face.

"Last week, Azumi Goto became the newest OWA Hall of Fame Inductee... but instead of being able to celebrate such a momentous occasion, Azumi made a critical error when she called me "Morrighan." How many times must The Banshee spell this out for you nimrods and garbage-eating skanks: MORRIGHAN MCDONNELL IS DEAD! SHE'S FUCKING DEAD! THE BANSHEE PERMEANTLY KILLED HER! WE ARE NOT THE SAME! This isn't the first time it's happened, but after what The Banshee did to Azumi, the wise move for anyone else considering the same path should watch what happened to her on Odyssey... but at least The Banshee didn't leave you hanging around, right Azumi? You are fortunate that the hospital stay was very short.... The Banshee thinks you are just itching for some revenge too, huh? After all, since you've shown face in the OWA again, The Banshee has ruined your nights at every turn! Do you think your fellow "Queens of Wrestling" will be able to protect you? Fine job they've all done so far. Aria Jaxon rarely ventures onto Odyssey, and Stephanie Matsuda is usually hiding behind Aria's skirt at every turn... It's really too bad, Azumi, that you're in no position to do anything about it. You knew you lost your edge when you challenged Alyssa for the Goddesses Championship, foolishly putting up your own career in the OWA as collateral... just like most people here in Vegas, you gambled and lost everything... do you think luck is now on your side again? Your fellow Queen will get another first-hand opportunity to find out exactly what you should know yourself by now: against the Queen of the Monsters, there is no chance for victory…”

“Stephanie Matsuda, when The Banshee found out you were my opponent here in Las Vegas, The Banshee's former home, well…. It felt like The Banshee hit the jackpot! Then again, one should always remember this: “Always bet on The Banshee !” Just like any Vegas hotel, the odds have been stacked against me since day one… and yet, The Banshee keeps on cashing in, success after success, much to the detriment of everyone around The Banshee! Did you think that your own business would escape The Banshee’s gaze? The Banshee will not trade one dictatorship for another! Does The Banshee prefer Viola DeMarco over that gutter-skank you found from a Vegas escort service? No, because both are corrupt and terrible choices that only care about those in their inner circles, not unlike American politics… However, if your friend has a better sales pitch than Viola, The Banshee is always listening…”

“Matsuda, did you think you actually would be able to manipulate a true master of manipulation? That cost you at the Clash, didn’t it? Be fortunate that nothing was permanently damaged then… you will get no such assurances this time! Will your fellow “Queens” be in attendance? The Banshee certainly hopes so… every day’s a wonderful day for regicide, after all! Are you feeling lucky, Cloud? Ready to roll the dice? Or have you even bothered to look at the odds? Because, if you haven’t, here are the odds facing you against The Banshee: the odds are very likely that you will be mauled, mangled, and possibly murdered at The Banshee’s very hands in Las Vegas! Matsuda, The Banshee knows that you’re now viewing the “legacy” of your career as opposed to its current status in the realms of failure… But know this, The Banshee will never allow you or your fame-starved fans the opportunity to use The Banshee as a prop to advance your own legacy!!!”

“Matsuda, just know that everything that happens from this moment on, isn’t personal… it’s just business… Unfortunately, for you and your friends at the bridge club, my business includes dismantling any and all those bitches who are considered “Legacy Ladies.” You know the types, the ones that can’t stand to be mentioned unless the word “legend” appears in the same sentence. You can convince these idiots that pay $40 tickets for nosebleed seats that you’re a “legend,” but The Banshee has been up close and personal with you recently, Cloud… You are still quite formidable as an opponent… however, you are FAR FROM ODYSSEY’S SAIVOR!!! You think that your “background” gives you the best vision for Odyssey’s future? You have some insurmountable mountains to climb if you’ve already bought into your own hype, but then again… should The Banshee even be surprised at this point? After all, that’s become your M.O. as of late… especially since you can’t hide behind Aria’s success now that you’re no longer one-half of the OWA Tag Team Champions… So of course, it makes sense that you have to scream louder to be noticed… but for what it’s worth, you’ve never escaped The Banshee’s notice, not for a fucking second…”

“When examining the storied career of Stephanie Matsuda, what kind of lens should be used to get the most accurate read? Do you think anything like that truly matters to the Wraith of the Ring? Maybe pause a second, and examine the words, “storied career.” Without going into ANY DETAILS, those words alone speak so much truth: you’ve had a very long “career” full of “stories,” perhaps enough to print your own gospel, since you like to preach yourself so much, like any other Sunday morning prostitute… but unlike all your empty American religions, this Monday night, Stephanie Matsuda will indeed come into contact with godhood… once The Banshee enters the ring! Isn’t that what you seek now, Matsuda? You’re no longer concerned with championships that have long out of your grasp… now you want to craft a larger narrative concerning your career… But your looking glass is already cracked, because being in the presence of gods does NOT make you one… Why else did you beg Aria to be your tag-team partner? What, to save a few bucks on gas and lodging? Hardly… you thought teaming up with one of the few people here who may have a legitimate claim to be called a “wrestling god” would automatically give your own public profile that same boost… But that experiment of yours didn’t quite pan out the way you hoped… Aria carried you in those bouts, you know it… The Banshee knows it… even the fans know it, and not just those who spend Friday nights in their underwear surfing every dirt sheet out there…”

“Wasn’t it exciting news for you, Matsuda, when you learned that you would get to headline a Vegas show against the most dangerous monster on the roster? Did you feel those goosebumps on the back on your neck? Those goosebumps aren’t from excitement, but from fear… Your soul knows the danger that your mind and body are facing this Odyssey… Your friend Azumi has now sampled this danger twice, and odds are, she’ll be subjected to it again and again… because for brats like you, the stove is hot, but you’re too damn stubborn and stupid to know when to pull your hand away… soon, your hands will be nothing but bone an ash, a reminder that you didn’t know failure after it punched you in the face!”

“For too long, you just stared at me and laughed, just like all the others… “There she goes, that painted freak! HA, you look like a clown with a vagina! Where’s your gold belts? When you gonna get that signature win? Do you have change for a twenty?” Day and night, people like you say these things to me, though rarely in person, of course… that’s what makes you different… that’s what makes you unique… You are in a rare position to act as a “mouthpiece” of sorts, for the masses… you represent everything wrong with today’s fans, Matsuda, so when we face off, one-on-one, it won’t simply be Stephanie Matsuda that The Banshee will be facing off against in that ring… it will be every fan, every critic, ever keyboard samurai, every jealous bitch who ever had a negative opinion regarding The Banshee… All that built-up torment, anguish, anger, and despair gets to be delivered unto you, in ONE… FATAL… BLOW!!! Just like a poor person enjoying a steak at a high-end restaurant here on the Strip, The Banshee is going to slowly devour you, enjoying the pleasure of every… single… bite… occasionally burping up bits of your blood… Are you prepared to battle such a demon, Matsuda?”

“Some would question your new alliance, but The Banshee could care less about your pathetic power play… Any attempt to remain relevant just comes across as desperate from you, and desperate you must be to cast your allegiance aside like that… However, The Banshee understands that sometimes, there can be certain… regrets making the wrong choice. You made the wrong choice when you brushed The Banshee off as some non-threat, a tool to be manipulated by you in order to win the Clash for yourself… The Banshee recognized your strategy for what it was… you actually think The Banshee has the intelligence of Frankenstein’s Monster, not for one goddamn second ever considering that The Banshee is smarter than Doctor Frankenstein ever hoped to be! And yes, The Banshee knows the difference between fiction and reality… because anyone that believes that Stephanie Matsuda has any chance to withstand The Banshee’s brutality and malice at Odyssey are the ones living in fiction and not reality!!!”

“For months, The Banshee tormented Alyssa Grace at every opportunity, slowly and methodically… not unlike cooking a Vegas-style Prime Rib, because everyone knows that patience pays off in the end… and look what happened… Alyssa lost her Goddesses Championship, and her chance to headline Final Destination 3 as the winner of the Women’s Clash… My plans for Matsuda have been simmering for much longer, so what do you think the result’s gonna read when’s it finally time to be served? MMmm, medium rare… perfection. *The Banshee mimes a chef’s kiss* It’s too bad for you Azumi… had you not choked at your own retirement match, perhaps you could’ve been the main course The Banshee has been waiting for… But perhaps, we can continue the same dance week after week… you show up, The Banshee slaps you around a bit, we have some laughs, then everyone goes there way, ready to play another day… However, this isn’t Morrighan McDonnell you’re talking to, so keep your health in mind when you mention The Banshee in public again… You absolutely will not have the last laugh against The Banshee!”

“Stephanie Matsuda, you better hope you’re the big baller you happily tell your fans in your weekly newsletter, otherwise your night in Vegas may become very… traumatic for you… You better call every hospital to have additional blood on hand, because you will be requiring several transfusions once our battle has commenced… You have fought many monsters and giants before, Cloud, but now you’ve advanced to the final boss… are you ready to pick up that controller? Game on, bitch…”

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

Re: OWA Promos March 6th 2021, 12:06 am by **DarkCircle**

"Polar views of the Abyss" (Kingdom #2 vs. Theodor Pavel}

{The screen lightens up and we see Ryo sitting on a chair outside on a patio somewhere in Phoenix when suddenly Sammy Hagar’s “Mas Tequlia" begins to play and the Japanese man picks up his phone}

Ryo: Hey Jeff, what’s up man?

{Ryo listens to the man on the other side for a moment}

Ryo: Yeah, I understand that better than anyone Jeff but I’ve got to take the hardline with Theodor. He needs this win as much as I do when you boil everything down to it.

{Ryo pauses and slowly Ryo runs a hand tiredly over his face before he nods}

Ryo: Jeff, this won’t do anything to undermine the Frontline, not unless Banch has some kind of crazy ass idea to the otherwise and if he does, then I’ll simply handle the situation...trust me.

Look, I’ve followed your lead and advice this far haven’t I? If I didn’t trust you then I wouldn’t have sided with the Frontline in the first place...please just trust me on this, alright?

{Ryo once again runs his hand over his face before nodding once more as he listens}

Ryo: Look, I know that you’re worried about Jason but he’s done wonders for my friends Alex and Gabe elsewhere, and his guidance has been helping the more that I listen to him. Yes, he’s got a rep and everything but I can trust him.

The camera crew just showed up, we’ll talk more when I get to the arena I promise...and Jeff, thanks for having my back man, I owe you one.

{Ryo then ends the call and tosses the phone onto the table with a tired sound as the faint sound chuckling can be heard at which point a towering bearded figure steps into frame}

Ryo: What do you need, Gabe?

Gabe: Nothing much, just overheard your little conversation with your...running mate there.

Ryo: Oh, and I take it that you’ve got your own opinion of the matter as well?

{Gabe chuckles once more as he moves closer, but there is no actual joy in his mirth as he simply gives the younger man a hard look}

Gabe: I’m just wondering when you’re going to stop playing games with those little fucks and actually start dedicating more to the Dominion? Mister Tyrell has put a lot of time and effort into you, as has Alex and Raijin….so I’m hoping to see some hard evidence why I should just chuck you over the side of this building.

{Ryo turns and gets right into Gabe’s face, showing no fear from the man in front of him}

Ryo: Maybe you should stop focusing on me and focusing on doing your job, gorilla.

{Ryo then pushes past Gabe who turns and watches him go, a wicked smirk crossing his face as the screen then abruptly cuts out to heavy static before it cuts back in and we see both Jason Tyrell, dressed as always in his signature dark suit, while Ryo has now joined him dressed in the same way}

Tyrell: Ladies and Gentlemen, the time for questions is almost over. And what questions they are...can Ryo defeat Theodor and reclaim some of the dark fire that has been missing his their initial meeting all of those months ago or will Theodor prove to everyone that Ryo’s first loss to him wasn’t just a fluke of the times and that he deserves another shot at someone such as the Nightmare King himself!?

I hate to be the bearer of bad news but I can honestly say that at Kingdom, live from right here in Phoenix Arizona...Theodor Pavel won’t be the one walking away upright with the victory this time, oh no. You see, ever since the last episode of Kingdom, I’ve had my young charge here training with some of the most vicious pit fighters in all of southeast Asia. I’ve had him kneeling at the feet of the masters of the striking arts to improve on what he can already do.

To grant him the knowledge on how to inflict pain that Stephanie Matsuda, in all of her...glory, failed to impart onto Ryo before he was let loose upon the world of professional wrestling.

{Tyrell indicates Ryo who stands there solemnly}

Tyrell: Mister Morgan, I refuses to mince words with a cur like you so I shall keep it short and simple as while you might have every confidence in Theodor, I know that lighting won’t strike twice for your young charge...just like how you are attempting to protect a certain young woman from a more sinister creature, your attempt at keeping the stark reality that very soon Theodor will have to step into the ring with a man that he’s come to call a friend, a *brother* at that...while you simply mock the term.

Those under my watchful guidance are a Dominion, a dark brotherhood dedicated to being world wide purveyors of global violence and with each and every step, I find ways of furthering their training into the farthest edges of the truest darkness from within and without...and in just a couple of more days, you and your charge are going to learn that while a certain certain jerkers like Myojin believe that Ryo was licking his wounds in shame, he was instead in the deepest pits with some of the most heinous pit fighters in the world to further himself.

That is what you have to look forward to Theodor, for one night standing across the ring not from a man that you call friend and brother, but from my Dominion’s Grinning Oni!

While you groan about why you’re not a champion, you should be preparing yourself for the real fight ahead, my young friend, because reality is calling and boy, is she ugly.

{Tyrell starts to laugh, his voice full of dark and sinister mirth as Ryo reaches up and removes his “Agent Smith” style sunglasses, the expression on his face is a somber one}

Ryo: Theodor, I won’t lie when I say that you’re almost like my best friend Jacob Striker. The both of you pound for pound possess tremendous amounts of talent, but as your mentor there can tell you is that the difference between you and Jacob, Theodor, is that you don’t have Jake’s drive.

You see, when Jake gets motivated...he has a razor focus, it gets hyper focused when you’ve done something to wrong the man.

When my best friend is properly motivated, there isn’t a heaven or hell that he won’t move to get the job done and your man Morgan...he knows that for a certain fact or haven’t you been curious why he was all bandaged up a couple of trips from the Wresleworld islands ago?

But you see, while your attention might be on me and our match this week, your motivation is more on titles instead of it being solely on the single most important thing that it should be focused on;

Me.

I’m walking into this match at Kingdom oh and one against you, Theodor, and while a lot of people have been saying that I should just unleash all of the rage and fury that I’m feeling deep down in the darkest pits of my soul because of the bullshit that I had to put up with involving Myojin last week...I can’t and won’t do that to you because, and let’s be honest here, I’d rather save that kind of hell for that lying piece of curtain jerking bullshit.

You on the other hand, I’m going to step into the ring and take back that win...take back the fire that I should’ve never lost to begin with but my initial arrogance had cost me.

So at Kingdom you had better put all of those gripes about not being the Omega Wrestling Alliance champion to one side and you had better focus on the devil that will be standing in front of you because this time, I’m leaving with that fucking victory.

I don’t want to, but if that means having to kick your damned head off of your shoulders, you can better believe that I’ll do that and apologize for it afterword's because the Frontline will survive this little match between you and I and despite what fucking Banch there says, the Frontline will be better off in the long run now that fucking prima donna Arata has left so that we can focus on protecting our own rather than his fragile ego, Theodor.

I hope that you’re ready for this, Theodor. I really hope that you are...because if you’re not.

{Ryo slowly puts on his sunglasses again as he then cranks his neck to the left}

Ryo: See you at Kingdom.

{The screen the cuts to black}

Re: OWA Promos March 5th 2021, 11:58 pm by **"The Golden Voice"**

I don’t understand the world that we live in. One minute we are locked into a philosophical struggle, a battle of wills and wits, a clash with life and death implications. The next, we have a common bond, a common goal and a common set of enemies. Solomon, you’ve come around even faster than I expected you would. I’m not particularly sure what Moongoose and Revy told you, but here we are standing as partners. In the main event of the evening no less! Against a collection of individuals that are as decorated and as dangerous as they come. Don’t you feel proud of being in league with me? Because of the fact that you were graced with my presence, that you were allowed the opportunity to stand in the ring and be thrashed properly by me, you have an opportunity now to show the world what you can do. There is no need to thank me. All you have to do is show up and be an adequate partner for me. You know, tend to Lady Maria at ringside if she is in need of a drink or a chair cushion of some sort. Prepare warm tea for me at ringside should I require it. Make sure that my entrance attire is properly stored. Things of this nature are possible by someone of even your base level of thinking so I don’t think my expectations are TOO high. Please don’t disappoint me.

Now, to business! I have been told so much about all the nonsensical, insane contests that you have had since before my arrival to this place. Great Wars, Civil Wars, Cage Matches. Pitfights no better than watching a bull being killed in the bullfighting arena. I am not here to be a part of such gross and debilitating spectacles, gentlemen. I, Kenneth Ishikari, am here to participate in this match because your program, Kingdom, and wrestling itself is in dire need of change. I mean, you fools are such barbarians that you would lock SIX WOMEN into a structure like a Promethean Chamber, a pantheon of glass and steel, and allow them to nearly kill each other. You people have had conflicts so disgusting and bloodthirsty that one man curb stomped another with a shovel and he was not promptly sent to the penitentiary where monsters like Darkane belong. Kenny Drake, a man of considerable stature in this gladiatorial place, DIED. Instead of an investigation that should have toppled everyone remotely involved in the decision making processes of this company, we are treated to the outrageous spectacle of his widowed wife being fired. Now, I’m aware of who instituted the firing, but why be so bland with it? The Demo Corps as they are called had four wishes, yes? Why didn’t three of them conspire? One of them would shave Niki Khan bald, one would strip her of her championship, THEN fire her.

Ah. Such is life.

Before I was lost in all the reasons why this is a horrible place to work if you expect to reach retirement age, I was made aware that I have a contest that I have to take part in. A three-way tag team match. The funny thing is that even though the vast majority of the people in this federation are unfamiliar to me, there are some who are very much familiar, if only by secondhand accounts. Yes, Bishop. I’m aware of who you are. Your old friend Carlos was more than eager to give me plenty of insight into who you are and what you’re capable of. I’ve been told of your exploits against the likes of Aria Jaxon and MAELSTROM, the brute that I replaced in Shin-SEKAI. While your ability to FINALLY win the big match and set yourself up as one of the premier wrestlers and fighters of this company is commendable, you being a fool and not recognizing talent when you see it is not. While I don’t desire to make you angry and try to have one of your brutish matches with me, I do want to make you aware that I’m more than capable of defending myself. You, my friend, seem to be known for your punches and elbows and such….I am known as the “Purveyor of Thunderous Kicks”. If I was more like you I would wish to see who would win out between your punches and kicks. But I am not. I am only involved in this match for the spotlight, the opportunity to have an audience eating out of the palm of my hand. Juvenile tests of strength, like what you offer, have absolutely zero appeal.

Jeffery X? Whatever your name is, I am surprised that the vaunted “leader” of the “Frontline” didn’t have the time to address me with words of wisdom or words of warning. Are you too drunk to speak? Did you see what I did to Solomon Caine, who has gone from crazed, violence obsessed opponent to crazed, violence obsessed partner in less than a fortnight? I’ve heard of you too, and furthermore I have a slight agenda with you. For those of you who are not aware, when I first started wrestling years ago in Japan, I teamed with Carlos. He was my tag partner and stablemate in the “Hell’s Vanguard”. Now, that may seem like irrelevant information to you but...you’re the one who prevented Carlos from winning the Clash a couple of years ago, was it not? Because of you my comrade had to sit across from his annoying little ant of a sister at Thanksgiving dinner and watch her gloat about doing something that he could not in OWA. Because of you, he did not add the honor of being Spartans Champion to his name. I suppose it falls upon me to see that he’s avenged in some capacity, no? It’s funny, mundane affairs such as revenge aren’t usually my style, but after seeing drunken, incompetent degenerates like the Frontline be the focal point of things for the better part of a year I think I’ll use whatever motivation I must to see to it that you’re dispatched and eliminated from the sight of fans the world over.

There’s another team in this match that I ALSO have plenty of intelligence on, all provided by Carlos Rosso Enterprises and the Shin-SEKAI database. MILTIADES, another barbarian, another person promising death and destruction wherever he goes but quite often fails to deliver upon it. He has all of these people behind the scenes vouching for him, all these marionettes that he has control over but when it's time for actual work to be done, he seems to fall short. I do wonder if all this posturing and sitting around being cryptic is actually serving a purpose or is he just another pretender, another psychotic clown in a circus of vagrants, whores, gamblers and sniveling fools. While I’m on the subject of sniveling, Reginald, I’m APPALLED that you would even class yourself as similar to me. I have a beautiful fiance, a beautiful voice, the body of a Greek god and the intellect that would make even Einstein and Thomas Edison envious. You? You’re just a loud, petulant child. You have no money, you have no women...you’re just a cockroach scurrying about over the ashes of your own nuclear holocaust, the mess that you’ve made of this brand having to be cleaned up by the likes of me. You can’t compare to me in any shape or form and it would serve you well to not even bother trying.

I’m sure that there is a very large majority of you who believe that my victory against Solomon was some sort of fluke, that I cheated and was fortunate to grasp victory. That would be a foolish mistake. Do not let the cultured tastes, good manners and concern for the decency and welfare of others make you presume too much of my good nature. When necessary, I have the skills to make you all wish that you had never seen life outside of your mother’s wombs.

This will be a wonderful showcase for my talent...and my talent alone. All the rest of you, except for my trusty squire Solomon, are mere bit players, stage props inconveniently placed on the spot where I’m set to perform.

Thank God that my glow is enough to outshine all of you!

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

Re: OWA Promos March 5th 2021, 11:54 pm by **Jeff X**

American Outlaws

Phoenix, Arizona

March 5, 2021

It’s dark inside the Talking Stick Resort Arena, only a few random spotlights shining out over the empty stands. The stage and production equipment is about halfway set up for the upcoming episode of Kingdom. The ring is fully assembled and, even though we’re days away from the event itself, there’s one man inside of it, or rather, just outside of it. Jeff X sits on the apron, sipping from a flask. He’s dressed in a pair of Wranglers, work boots, and an open red NASCAR zip-up hoodie. The camouflage Realtree hat sits snugly on his head and the dog tags hanging from his chain dangle right between his exposed chest muscles. The camera zooms in closer to him, and while he doesn’t look directly into the camera, he smirks as if he knows it’s his time to speak. He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a full pack of Marlboro Reds and begins packing them.

“Outlaws.”

Jeff opens up the pack and quickly pulls out a cigarette, lighting it up and breathing a cloud of smoke out into the empty arena.

“Men who are largely looked at as if they don’t belong. They don’t fit the mold, but they still somehow find a way to thrive. They’re never wanted...but when the good ones come through, there’s nothing that you can do to stop them. It’s a term largely reserved for the days of the old west, but modern times has still cranked out their fair share and the wrestling industry is no different. Michael Bishop and myself. Two men largely considered well past their prime, older than most of our contemporaries, but lacking the experience due to life altering circumstances that nobody in the world ever thought we could come back from. But despite the shit hand life dealt each of us, we both still stand here today. Without anybody giving us a chance in hell, we both rose through the ranks and not only challenged the brand-friendly names in front of us, but ran straight fucking through them. Two men who were left for fucking dead, but today stand here as the Iron Man and the Revenant. The ONLY two men on this brand that do not know the meaning of the phrase ‘backing down’, because if we did, we would have allowed life to pummel us into submission years ago. Granted, our backgrounds weren’t the same. He grew up fighting for his survival on the city streets of Chicago while I was plucked from trashy trailer parks and thrust into the deserts of Afghanistan. He waged his own war in the world of MMA while I was being confined to a 12 by 12 room for letting my own anger get the best of me. I was struggling to find my way in this company, while his own career was taken away from him by a horrific injury. Our struggles were different, but the result at the end of the day is exactly the same. We stand here today as the two toughest motherfuckers on the roster. With every obstacle standing in our way, we persevered and in the process became much more than just two random people thrown together for a one-off tag team match...that’s my fucking brother. That relationship...that trust that I have in that man...it didn’t happen overnight...and it didn’t happen without spilling a lot of blood. Hell, some of it was our own from the several times now that we’ve beaten each other to the point that each of us were leaking crimson paint all over the canvas. But through all of that violence and bloodshed, a mutual respect was born. One that only increased as the months would pass and we found ourselves going to war with one another. Side by side against the greatest threat that Kingdom has ever known, Mike never flinched. He rode with me through everything and never questioned any decision I ever made. Don’t get it twisted, I love each of my Frontline brothers, and I’ll ride with them all till death...but Mike has been my one right hand...my constant...the only one mentally unstable enough to match my own mindset and lust for vengeance and blood. There’s been a lot of talk lately about whether Frontline is over or whether they’re fine...and truth be told, I don’t know the answer. I can’t tell you how everyone else feels, but what I CAN tell you is that Bishop is the one man that I never have to question. He’s the last of a dying breed of loyal men that have no limits towards getting their goals accomplished. And he’s family to me. From now until forever. We’ll ride together. As outlaws. As brothers. As the Frontline.”

Jeff takes a swig from his flask again and chases it with a drag from his cigarette.

“Which is why I find the humor in any sense of confidence coming from our six opponents this week. Who exactly do you even think that you’re facing here? None of you realize who we are...what we’ve done...or just what we’re fucking capable of. Kenneth Ishikari and Solomon Caine...fucking...WHO?! I apologize for not doing my due diligence, but if you haven’t noticed, I’ve been a bit fucking busy lately. Too busy to pay attention to the motherfuckers that are typically competing while the fans are still finding their ways to their seats. I mean, I listened to what Solomon had to say earlier, or at least I tried to, but quite frankly, I didn’t understand it. And I didn’t understand it because it doesn’t make sense to me how you could have any sense of arrogance about you in a time like this. Do you not realize that Scott Oasis has led you out as a calf for slaughter. A sacrificial lamb. To put it in wrestling terms, you’re the fucking fall guys. Someone has to eat the L and you two are fucking PRIMED for it. All around you are people that know what it’s like to hold gold in the most competitive wrestling promotion in the world, meanwhile, I don’t even know how to pronounce one of your names. Ishikawa? Ishmael? Istanbul? I don’t fucking know. And I don’t fucking care. At the end of the day, both of you will have been so drained of your own blood that you’d think you were competing in Transylvania and one of you will have the luxury of being pinned by me or Mike….the biggest thing that’ll ever happen to either of your pathetic excuses for a career.”

Jeff hits the smoke again, smiling at the prospects of what’s going to happen to poor Solomon and Kenneth.

“But they’re just one part of the equation. On the other side of the coin we have two men that I’m much more familiar with. Reginald Dampshaw III and Miltiades. I’ve been in the ring with the both of them, and I’ll be the first to admit that they each know how to hold their own...but together? Against me and fucking Bishop? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me with this shit, right? I’m expected to believe that two men who don’t even like each other, with their only common trait being that each of them have their vaginas bleeding because I was rightfully chosen over them to compete against Chris at Final Destination...I’m supposed to believe that THEY can pose a threat to us? To two brothers in arms that have already proven that they would literally DIE for each other. These two couldn’t drive to the arena together, let alone win a tag team match. And I know, I know...they each hold a win over me. I’m not shying away from that. The problem is though...that’s as big as their careers are ever going to get. We saw what happened afterwards. Did they use that career-defining moment to springboard themselves into history? Nah. Reggie had a Spartans title reign that brought shame to everything Layne and I did and wound up dropping the belt to a superior opponent in Arata. Miltiades once again found himself in a World Championship match, but just like he always does, he fumbled the fucking ball at the goal line. But you still sit here and bitch. Yeah Reggie...you beat me a year and half ago with the 2011 graduating class of Hogwarts helping you out, but since then I’ve gone on to build a Hall of Fame resume while you’ve floundered as a wrestler, as a general manager, and most importantly as a man. Miltiades, you managed to upset me whilst I was in the middle of grieving the loss of one of my close friends, but all that followed was you doing your typical scenario and falling right back into obscurity after yet another title loss. Meanwhile, I was battling in a ring for over two hours in the Clash of Titans, nearly pulling off another Clash victory and gaining more notoriety in loss than you’ve ever gotten with any victory.”

Jeff takes one more puff from the cigarette, before flicking onto the arena floor, clearly not caring about the hole it’s burning through the ringside mats.

“The fact is, I was chosen for this opportunity at Final Destination because Oasis knows that I’m the only man for the job. At this point...at the height of Chris’ powers...he knows that I’m the only one who can end this. And it always had to be this way...for a solid year now...it always had to come down to me and Chris. Oasis knows it. I know it. Chris knows it. And you both know it. And now here I stand...on the precipice of a match and rivalry that has DEFINED OWA up to this point...and you think that I’m going to let you two try and stop the shot that I have lined up in my sights? Nah...Mike and I are going to mutilate you both and send you back to a place you’re all too familiar with...obscurity. Then we can turn our attention towards Final Destination and what really matters...our championship opportunities. And you can sit there and cross your fingers and hope that we’re both looking past you and towards our championship match opponents, Theo and Chris...but that’s just a false sense of hope. Yeah….we do both have our eyes on what’s to come. That’s what happens when you’re actually successful enough to have a fucking match at Final Destination already. Not that you two would understand that. But it doesn’t mean that we’re not focused on destroying the two of you first.”

Jeff decides to light another cigarette again, hitting the flask as he does so.

“At the end of the day, the bottom line is that Bishop and I are the two most resilient, headstrong, and violent people currently residing on this roster. And not only that, we are both willing to fight for the other like nobody in this company could ever understand. Each of us is fully willing to go the distance...fight to our last breaths for the other...fight to the god damn death. And if you don’t believe that, then you haven’t been paying attention to what’s been going on on this fucking brand. This Sunday, we ride together once more...this time in one of our easier battles...but we will still do what we always do. Break bones. Snap ligaments. Spill blood. And walk out victorious. No matter what the cost. Just as outlaws always do.”

Jeff turns the flask up one more time. He hops off the apron while taking another puff from his smoke and turns back to the camera.

“The PPV is still over a month away...but for you four? THIS is your FINAL destination.”

[Fade to Black]

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

Re: OWA Promos March 5th 2021, 11:50 pm by **Mav.**

Closure.

All he could have needed at a moment like this, the closure on the season- the year he’s had since joining back with OWA for the season three draft show. It was a year of highs and lows, and with all of the hype that’s been wrapped around The King, there was a feeling that a whole calendar year could finally set him on the right path to what he feels that he needs to accomplish. Opening the scene to The King’s Penthouse, the sunlight shone through the windows as the camera feed brings us to his personal office where he sits but there’s a stern look to his face, looking at the computer screen which he stared at for a good minute before beginning to speak.

“Things change on the fly, it happens. One minute you’re riding the waves for the big moment, the finale of the match, and you’re high on life and next minute…”

The screen showing the match between Azurine Vebbins and Devi Krysis taking on Maverick and Elijah Hampton, Jason watches the ending of the match with a keen eye as he watches himself set up for the Vanity Killer but soon, he’s distracted with the presence of Moongoose McQueen appearing. With the swing of his fist slamming down on the desk, landing hard onto the oak wood and hearing the knock echo throughout his room- and even his house.

“...BANG...”

Keeping his fist down onto the table as he dragged it along the desk, making it slide off of the desk but the loud knock doesn’t startle anyone in the home. Not Savannah or even Kyler. Nobody. The screen shows Jason taking the quick roll up from Devi Krysis and taking the three count. Hearing that bell ring makes Jason close his eyes and tilt his head downward.

“...look at that shit go, out of fucking nowhere. You know me and you know I take losses very hard, well, you can guess how fucking hard I took that loss. You can guess how fucking angered I was when I had to sit back there and say “Devi Krysis pinned me clean”. Sure, I could make that stupid excuse of Moongoose got involved and he distracted me in this match but guess what… I own up to my mistakes. I fucked up. I shouldn't have taken my eyes off of the prize, I shouldn’t have taken my eyes off of the final moments I had right there and set up for me. I should have had that win. I didn’t. It is what it fucking is.”

Fixing his posture to sit up straight in the chair, Jason looked to the screen and watched the flashbang that was set by Revy slowly roll into the ring and soon go off, leaving the feed to quickly cut to black. Jason closed down his laptop, sitting down there and contemplating the choices that were made leading up to this situation he’s in right now.

“But that’s not going to hold me back now, it’s not, because I’ve got more things to be worried about. Right now, I’ve got this one match that’s been stuck in my head for days- if not weeks- because of how much it might mean to me in the future.”

The drumming of his fingers quickly comes to a halt.

“A future I’ve been seeking for so long. A future I missed out on last year. To head into Final Destination. I missed that by just a small bit. I just fucking MISSED IT! ...I missed it and surely you took a guess on how that felt to me. It fucking sucked. It sucked majorly. Which is why when Kingdom comes around, I’ve got a fucking lot to put the work into, because Shouta isn’t someone I want to fuck around with. Shouta isn’t someone I should pass off as a brush over, I just can’t, I’ve known him for too long to say that he is one. If this was when he first showed up and had nothing about him, I’d say yeah, this is just some guy who came out of nowhere. Nowadays, he’s world elite. He’s top of the food chain. He’s got the look, the style, the technique, he’s got everything you could ever imagine.”

Soon comes a sigh from Jason.

“I give nothing but respect to that man. I give nothing but respect to him because of what he’s able to pull off. The things that Shouta has done puts my career to shame, he’s got that talent, he’s got it all. The glitz and the glamour, everything belongs to Shouta. I’m not here to stroke his dick for the next ten to twenty minutes because of what he’s done in such a short amount of time, if anything, he’s had it done to him for a while now that any more stroking of his ego would leave this man to become too much to handle. I get that feeling, Shouta, I do and you know that. Our talks of how we’ve been able to cope in this sport can prove that. But the thing is that… What makes me different from you and I is the fact that every time you’ve come into a match, all you do is seek the validation of others. That’s what drives you. Seeking validation from those higher up than you, and you take that from soaking in the crowd reaction and such. When people say that you’re the man or you deserve it on Twitter or whatever, you take that and you use it.”

Leaning back in his chair and becoming more relaxed, more calmed, more zoned out unlike he was before.

“Your strength is your own weakness, Shouta. I’m not going to stand here and lie to you about it. If I did, I’m sure you’d have to kick my ass for it. I’d even let you kick my fucking ass for it. But I’m not lying, you know I’m not, because it’s something you’ve told me. I never forgot it at all because I knew that to finally break you, I’d have to expose your strengths and then use it to your own weakness, Shouta. You’ve done some pretty alright things so far. The current XHF Junior Heavyweight Champion right now- which i’ll soon hope to see you for when it comes around to my neck of the woods- and also the Wrestleworld Territorial Championship… or are you going to retcon that whole thing because you walked out over something that happened. Oh, I know what happened and it’s because of what we’re talking about now.”

His expression slowly changes to a slight grin on his face.

“Validation.”

Jason tapped on the side of his head, gesturing that he still remembers it after all this time, because to him- that was never going to leave his mind, not until a moment like this.

“I’ve sat back enough to watch these people tell you how much they respect you and how much you are so good at what you do-- between myself and you, Shouta, half of it is nothing more than bullshit. Truly, they’re doing the same thing I had planned but then I thought to myself… nah, fuck that, i’ll let them do it to you. They build you up to break you down again piece by piece. Spending their time educating themselves on what a MYOJIN is and when they finally have you at the right place at the right time… they’re going to tear you to fucking shreds. They’re going to rip you apart- piece by piece- until you’re nothing more than fucking scrap.”

Again, Jason slammed his hand down onto the desk.

“Not a good feeling, is it, Shouta?”

A rhetorical question to continue the long pause.

“To have that come from someone you thought of to be a friend- who knew you more than anyone could- that’s just like having the blade driven right into your back and twisting the knife right in there. The truth is, Shouta, that’s exactly how it was meant to be. You picked up wins from people who don’t have claims to fame yet, and you soak in those wins like they’re stepping stones to something- but a win over Ryo means shit here. That’s just another pointless win for the sake of a pointless win, you know those right? That’s kinda like what they gave you in Wrestleworld. Pointless wins. It gave you a title, didn’t it? A damn shame. In OWA, this is your fucking big shot, this is your big moment, this is where you put it all on the line to make sure… to make fucking sure… that you’ve proven yourself to not only people on an island but to the entire world. But you’ve got a long way to go. Such a long way to go.”

Again, another pause.

“I don’t.”

His grin soon is wiped clean off, and leaving an expressionless Jason, staring into nothing.

“I’ve worked so hard within the last year to make it to a point where I can say my time in OWA has been worth something, that it’s been worth mentioning, that it’s been worth my time. From the Outlaw Championship, to the Spartans Championship, to even the Tag Team Championships, and each of those chances that I’ve had… I’ve fucked it. Sure, I got a short reign as Outlaw Champion in The Great War… but that’s nothing. Which makes this match mean something more than just showing dominance over you, it means I am one step closer to the OWA World Championship. I said it. When all else failed, I had one more chance to prove that I’m worth something and that came in the form of the World Championship. I know what I needed to do. I needed to win the Clash-- and then I didn’t. That fucking hurt me.”

Bringing his thumb just under his eye as he wipes away a tear that falls down his face.

“I missed out last year on Final Destination, I missed it by just a few weeks and that fucked me up so badly, and I said to myself… I’ll be on every fucking pay-per-view from then on until next year’s. I have not failed that promise. Not once. I’ve been on every single show. Final Destination will not escape me this year. You’ve been here for a cup of coffee, Shouta, you don’t know how much this might mean to you. But I do. I know what I need to do. I know what needs to be done. The Ascension to the Heavens briefcase is now my top priority and you’re not taking that from me, Shouta. This doesn’t mean anything to you, not as much as it might mean to me, because this is the only fucking chance I have left in this season alone. You’ve a bright future ahead of you, so fucking bright, but I don’t. I’ve got just a short amount of time left on my career, too many risks can do that to you, which is why I need this now. More than anything.”

Crossing his arms and leaning onto the desk itself, taking a deep breath as Jason looked directly into the camera.

“This is my moment, Shouta. The moment I’ve been meaning to take since December 2019 when I signed the contract, this is what everything culminates to, what it all comes down to. You don’t need this, I do, and when I do win this. I’ll remember you when the briefcase is in my hands and the title shot is in my possession. You’re MYOJIN, you’re The Shining Star, whereas I am a supernova. The Shining Supernova to be exact. And your star, everything about you, will soon collapse under my grasp, Shouta. You will not take this fucking moment from me. Because I’m the fucking king and this is my legacy. I am destined for it.”

One more deep breath to calm himself down from his frustrations.

“All hail.”

End scene.

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

Re: OWA Promos March 5th 2021, 11:25 pm by **Elijah Hampton**

(Camera pans to an emotional Elijah Hampton backstage. He’s fighting them thug tears from rolling down his cheeks ‘cause tough. It’s been a rough few weeks for the Ham Man. What even is that nickname? Is that a thing? Idk tbh. It can be. But why oh why is Elijah upset? Is it because he wants the audience to see that even the toughest and manliest of men can let their emotions out? You know what? Sure. But it has more to do with losing on Atlantis to two scrubs in Elijah’s opinion. And to top it all off, Shea is back from his sudden and quick hiatus. It bums him out. He thought he was finally going to get his singles career up and running but nope, he first teams with Maverick and then his original tag team partner shows up again. Sad boi hours begin now.)

“Make no mistake about it, these are tears of joy. I’m happy. So...*sighs* so fucking happy. Shea is back! Tell a friend. Which means I’ll tell Shea himself because we are best friends. BEST! FRIENDS! The best best friends. We like Arnold and Gerald but in real life, you know? Yeah, you know. I guess what I’m getting at is I missed him so much. Ugh you have no idea! Not even the slightest clue! And how could you? None of you have had a friendship like this. You know how I know? Because it’s literally impossible to top this connection and bond we share, you dumb sloots! But look, it didn’t feel right when it was just me out there. I didn’t feel right. The last thing I want to do is hog the spotlight, you know? I want to share it. To be more specific, I want to share it with Shea. Because after all, it gets lonely at the top. And that’s where I am, at the top. I’m the top dog of OWA, clearly. No debate. We can all agree on that. Like, I know everybody is nodding their heads at their screens right now. No one batted an eye. No one raised an eyebrow. No one rolled their eyes. Just a stern nod like duhhh. Like I said, I’m not selfish. I don’t do this for myself. I do it for others. When I eat, we all eat type shit. I do it for the fans. I do it for Shea. I do it for Roy, who is basically on his deathbed at this point because he has an incurable disease called old. But I’m proud to say I have started a GoFundMe for him. And if we reach our modest goal of ten million dollars, I think we can save him. If you don’t donate to the cause? You are kind of a dick to be honest. You hate elders who helped pave the way for us...wow. And you hate Roy and want him to die a slow and painful death. But that’s fine. No, really, it’s coo’. Nobody is judging you! So yes, I do it for him and Shea. Of course the fans, too. And lastly, my Ashes of the Wake pals. We a tight-knit group and all. Always supporting each other. Always being there for one another. And do you know why that is? Hmmm? Why? Oh, you’re not sure? Go on, take a stab in the dark. There are no stupid answers. ....Hmmm? Actually nah, that was stupid never mind. It’s because we are family. On some real shit, I’ll kill for these crazy motherfuckers. And I’ll die for them too. Because I’m loyal. I’m not using Havoc and the boys. This isn’t some master scheme for me to get ahead and help establish my career wtf pfffft. I made a blood pact with these guys. And I drank it. Gargled it too. Swished it all around these pearly whites before it went down the ol’ hatch. Why? Because I’m a sick fuck, on god.”

“When I said we are a family, I meant it. Meant every word. Jacob, we are brothers. And what do brothers do from time to time? That’s right, fight. We aren’t always gonna get along. There will be tension. There will be conflict. Sometimes I hate you, you hate me. But it’s just in the moment. Once we have time to cool off and come to our senses, we realize what’s important. We realize what matters most. And hey, look at me when I say this, look into my dreamy eyes for a second..you...yes, you Jacob, matter to me. I know, I know...in the past, I put my hands on you. In the past, I assaulted you while Maverick provided a helping hand. I know at the Clash, I eliminated you. I know, on Atlantis you had some tough words directed towards me. But I don’t care. Sticks and stones, ya know? Our brotherhood won’t always be rainbows and unicorns. We will go through some tough times. There will be times where we think everlasting damage has been done to our friendship. To the point, it can’t be salvaged. But in the end, we make it work. In the end, we have each other’s backs and best interests at heart. In the end, we are, The Ashes of the Wake. Yes, I said we. Because I hear you, Jacob. I hear you loud and clear. Your words aren’t falling on deaf ears here. You aren’t going unnoticed. I see you. And what I see is uncertainty. I see you standing there. At a crossroads. Unsure of what you are going to do next. Unsure of where you stand with the likes of Havoc and Maverick. To some, they view you as the runt of the litter. They think you are on the outside looking in. They think Havoc, Maverick, myself, and Shea get to chow down on a hearty feast every night while you are left with the scraps. Going to bed hungry. That’s like, just their opinions, man. They are untrue. I’m shooting them down, right here and now. Pew pew pew! You are important, Jacob. You are valued and most of all, you are wanted. Don’t get it twisted, this isn’t just me playing nice. This isn’t me scheming and plotting. This is me extending an olive branch. This is real. And you, Jacob Knight, you are the real deal. You are talented. Very, very talented. But you already knew that. Everybody already knew that. Sometimes you just need to state the obvious. Do you want another obvious statement? Try this one on for size...We need you. Not just so we can have a numbers advantage. Not because you are a pawn or will be utilized as a meat shield. We are a collective unit. And you are a part of said unit. I would say Wolfpack. But who in the fuck would name their group with the word wolf in? Would be pretty lame in my honest and unbiased opinion. But listen, I’m not here to belittle you. I mean you no harm. Nah fam, it’s all love. We don’t need to resort to petty remarks. We are grown! We too strong for that shit. But that doesn’t stop certain people from trying to drive a wedge between us. It’s become quite clear they want to weaken us. To hit us where it hurts. They want us to go our separate ways because they are sick of the dark cloud hovering above them. They are sick and tired of the rain, turned to sleet, drilling them on the top of their head repeatedly. They want sunshine. They want rainbows! It’s too bad they won’t ever get it, shucks! Just as long as we stay true to not only ourselves but to this groups. I’m well aware that we have a match this week. I know what THEY want to see. They want us to put on a show. They want us to duke it out. They want to see us kill each other. I don’t know about you, but I don’t have strings attached to my arms. I’m no puppet. They can keep telling me to dance but I’m not about to bust a move. Just like I don’t follow commands like some bitch. I don’t care what they want. It’s about what WE want. We come first. And we place first. I’ve said my piece. I’ve made my intentions known. Do what you gotta do this week. I won’t try and stop you. But just know we will come out of this stronger than ever. I can promise you that."

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

Re: OWA Promos March 5th 2021, 7:20 pm by **Theodor Pavel**

To say that the past Kingdom was a disappointment would have been the understatement of the year. For the fans of the Omega Wrestling Alliance, it was a night in the office. Nothing offensive to the fans, in fact Jeff X finally was rewarded with his rematch for the OWA World Heavyweight Championship against Havoc. Jeff deserved his rematch after losing the title in such a despicable way. People have gone against Havoc and have fallen short. They always fell short.. Most of them anyways.

There was one guy though that had that chance to shine in the Season Opener for Kingdom. The Kenny Drake memorial show, it was called. This man had defeated the World Champion in a previous encounter, and on that night, fell like the rest. At least, that was the narrative that the Champion would give out. Fact was, it didn’t come easy for Havoc, it came at the expense of part of himself learning of his mortal nature. A View of the Lights from Theodor Pavel knocked reality back into Chris Sabretooth. He scraped by, winning by the skin of his teeth. Surely, that night would have put Theodor in the prime spotlight. One more time, for the OWA Championship. That didn’t happen.

“It’s not your time yet.”

Even with his limited english, Theodor knew what that meant. It meant that despite requiring three brutal attacks to put down the Hands of Ice, the soon to be nineteen year old prodigy was not the guy they wanted. So be it. After that match, one would have expected something, a mediocre run in the Clash of the Titans match and trips to Atlantis. People would pay lots of money to see Atlantis, Theodor wasn’t one of them. It felt like a punishment for his efforts in the Clash. Heartbreaking as it sounded, he felt like he had done something wrong to get this fate.

All that would come to an end, right? Kingdom was announced. In a rematch, two Frontline members would battle as Theodor Pavel was set to take on Ryo Sakazaki. Not a bad match up, they had a good showing against one another last time around. Something just felt missing from the equation. It would be like fighting any other member of the Frontline. If it was Michael Bishop, he would have been apprehensive. If it was Jeff X, he would have felt the same. Go through the list, whether it was Asakura or even some of his Wolfsden allies, he had little interest in going against them. Not to question their talent, but he had a bond with them. The bond was born on the battlefield, and it would carry on for a lifetime, or so he hoped.

::Paving The Way.::
::Phoenix, AZ::

The arrival two days ahead of the show on Sunday was a necessary component for the ‘Hands of Ice’ Theodor Pavel. He had a lot to figure out when it came to his brotherhood with another Frontline member. Ryo Sakazaki was a tough wrestler inside of the ring, however considering the past for the young Romanian, the win was non-negotiable. Sporting a light grey three-piece suit, the former one-night Outlaw Champion studied the airport with his eyes before glancing off to his side.

“You and I need to speak.”

Despite sitting next to him, Banch Morgan didn’t have a lot to say during the short flight from Los Angeles to Phoenix. Morgan, rocking a more casual ensemble with a navy blue suit, caught up with Theodor with a smile on his face.

“Yeah? Let’s talk then. You didn’t bother to get a word in with me until now, so this must be huge.”

Rolling his bag along the terminal, Theodor glanced around at everybody surrounding them.

“Why am I not the OWA World Heavyweight Champion? Why am I facing my friend instead?”

What great timing for such a conversation, Morgan thought to himself. He shrugged before fully catching up with him.

“Pretty simple, as terrible as it is. You’re not the World Champion because you didn’t win the title from Havoc. It took all of Havoc’s might and help along the way to keep your shoulders on the mat. You could and should have gotten it back with the Clash of the Titans. Unfortunately, you barely squeaked through half of the field. That’s not a Champion, and honestly, that’s not you. You’re not the kind of guy to fall into low standards like that.”

“I need you to fix that match for me.”

Puzzled, Morgan glanced at Theodor as the two continued their walk, passing various restaurants nearby.

“What’s that?”

“How about..No?”

He sounded so definitive with his answer to Morgan. Anyone else would have wondered what he had meant by simply saying ‘No’. Morgan knew better, however, not even looking back at the Hands of Ice.

“You do realize I don’t pick your opponents for you, right? Besides, eventually you were going to have to fight someone from the Frontline again. Might as well start with Ryo. Nothing against the guy, but I know you’ve got his number. He might want to reshuffle the deck of his career in order to be taken seriously, but you know how to beat the man. Plus, look at it this way, you beat Ryo, you can move onto other parts of your career. The honeymoon phase is over for you, buddy.”

“There wasn’t one.”

The eyes of the Modern Day Goliath grew narrow as they turned down the path to go to the rental car place.

“How was there not a honeymoon phase? Face it, from your first match, you had eyes on you with the thought process of ‘Oh, he’s just a kid. If he loses, it’s okay. He’ll grow from the loss and become a superstar later in his career.’ OWA isn’t like a lot of these carny places where they’ll put a title on someone who hasn’t been established. This is one of the many reasons why Jeff X got the title shot instead of you.”

“Bullshit.”

The two cease their pursuit of the rental car.

“Excuse me?”

“I never had an easy phase. My first match, I face a Hall of Famer. Then I move on and face Arata Asakura, then Michael Bishop. Then I get put into a war with the Ashes. Then I beat Havoc, lost to him after, and now I’m on the sidelines..”

“You’re really doing this right now?”

“I don’t want to face Ryo Sakazaki. I’ve already beaten him, and he’s a friend of mine. He won’t want to fight me either. I don’t fight people unless I want to knock them out, or make them tap out. I don’t want either from him.”

Frustration began to grow between the two as Morgan turned the corner first before Theodor pursued. He was frustrated at the attitude that Theodor was giving off. Lately, the water was getting murky between the two following the loss to Havoc. Theodor felt like he deserved more.

“I think you’re trying to push the cart before the horse, Theodor. Wrestling is wins and losses, and it’s also about the momentum backstage. People see you as beatable, maybe that’s why you’re not being considered the threat that you believe you are. I believe in a few years time, you won’t have to worry about a Ryo Sakazaki, you’re going to have to worry about the next 18 year old Romanian who comes through. The same Romanian who wants it just as bad as you do now. Your time will come, but you do need to face the Ryo Sakazakis of this world.”

Theodor needed to be told that, quite simply. As good of a talent as he was in the ring, Theodor is still just breaking into the business. Even in his prior endeavors with MMA, he had to work his way up the rankings. Unlike MMA though, Theodor had two matches with the World Champion. One of them was a win inside of ten minutes, people seemed to forget about that. The star of Theodor Pavel was very bright, but some of the momentum had cooled off. The Frontline had cooled off, and it was time to look outside of the group to find success.

“There’s no way around it, is there?”

“I’m afraid not.”

Theodor found himself in a state of silence for the moment. His mind couldn’t get past the idea of being one of the few who was able to put Havoc down for the count, and still be overlooked. Morgan had been in that position before, and knew that there was always backstage influence that determined the successes of the business based on what drew money. People weren’t ready to fully invest in Theodor Pavel. Not yet, anyways.

“If I have to fight Ryo, I will fight him then. I can’t afford to be denied so much already. People should have noticed me by now. Ryo was a good friend of mine, but maybe it’s time for us to cut losses and move on. I want to be the Champion, maybe he does too. I don’t know, Mr. Morgan. Do you think things will come for me soon?”

“If you beat Ryo? Probably. That’s the whole thing about it, you need to win these matches. It can’t be ‘Stop and Go’ Theodor. It has to be consistent. Now that the Frontline is becoming a memory, you need to evolve with it, and you need to grow from it. You’re not the same guy who started in this business. You’re battletested, smarter, stronger, faster. You have those tools that most people would kill for. You’re more confident in your speaking, you’re getting there. However, time still needs to be the deciding factor. You’ve already been on the fastrack, now let’s get you where you need to go. I don’t want to argue any longer. It doesn’t benefit either one of us.”

Finally reaching the rental car place, Morgan and Theodor stopped at the counter. Giving each other a moment of silence, they soaked in the reality of where Theodor Pavel was going in the business. He needed to beat Ryo Sakazaki, because if he didn’t…

“You good, Theodor?”

“I’m not.”

It would send Theodor back to square one. A step all the way from the main events of OWA to the opening matches at independent events. Momentum could not fall that far down, it could not begin on Sunday night. A frustrated Theodor watched Mr. Morgan from a short distance. He felt like Morgan had let him down with his choices in recent weeks. He slowly stepped aside, mentally preparing himself, as if he was getting ready to unleash the View of the Lights on his own mentor. Morgan hadn’t even turned around to see what Theodor was doing, but felt the eyes on him.

“Save it for Ryo.”

Morgan had finally turned around, looking Theodor right in the eyes before walking past him through the corridor. Theodor remained in his stance,looking down at his right leg. He let out a disgruntled sigh before following his mentor.

No matter how good of a competitor Theodor was, he needed to accept the reality of the business. A match with Ryo Sakazaki wasn’t a downgrade by any means. It was an opportunity to get a return on the investment that he made during the Great War. This was his opportunity to shine, his chance to grab the brass ring once again. Time was coming for the Hands of Ice, and he was due to collect the rent for his hard work.

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

Re: OWA Promos March 5th 2021, 7:16 pm by **The Council**

(The silence is deafening as Zaxaria, Nero, and Miltiades sit in the lounge of the Compound. All three decked out in suits facing each other as you can hear the light tapping of Miltiades fingers on the seat’s arm rest. The camera is behind Miltiades’s head as he looks on at both the men. They seem to have started drinking or have been for quite some time, but all there is right now is silence as nervous looks appear on both Nero and Zaxaria’s faces. Zaxaria is first to break the tension.)

Zax: I know it’s not been exactly how we’ve thought it would be. But if we get Oasis and show him what happens when he tries to screw with us maybe-

Nero: Maybe he’ll see the error of his ways and put you in the match. It’s already a devastating fact that he fucked up by not putting you in there. People love to hate you and that draws in the people if that’s what Oasis is looking for.

Zax: And the head of the organization that threw Kingdom in disarray in a match with current champ and man looking for revenge that can sell tickets and get more people to rave about it.

(You hear the clink of ice cubes as Miltiades drinks and sets his drink back down on the table next to him. His face unchanging, blank but the aura that fills the rooms is still malicious.)

Zax: I know this is also about me and Nero. We haven’t been doing well, we just haven’t, but we are far from failures. We are far from that, you know it, everyone knows it, and people we face also always know it.

Nero: Our worth is not determined by our losses but by the carnage we bring. And I think even you can agree that we’ve wrought so much carnage not just in your name but in the name of the militia.

Zax: Yes we are a force to be reckoned with, and it’s going to keep getting worse and worse for OWA to the point where they’re going to have the bend the knee and pledge loyalty to you. We’ve gotten this far, we are not going to let these setbacks turn us down. Kingdom is ours for the taking, and once that happens we can then show OWA the force that is the Militia.

(No other sounds come out of Zax or Nero, they just stare at Miltiades as he does the same to them. The blank expression turns to a small smirk before he lets out a chuckle and starts to talk.)

Miltiades: There is truth that you both speak. That you have spread much carnage in OWA, that it was a Mistake on Oasis’s part to let me out of a match, that OWA will one day fear the militia. But you must understand, the plan remains unaltered, there is still much that must be done, and much that must be enacted before we can truly lay claim to what we want. And it’ll come in due time. We’re not on a deadline, it was never a manner of if but when OWA falls to their knees to pledge loyalty. And you know what we should rush them, they’ll come around to the idea soon enough.

(Miltiades stands up and walks to the window that overlooks the rest of the compound, looking at all the cadets training.)

Zax: But Mil, don’t we want to rush, don’t we need to have this done by Final Destination?

Miltiades: Who said that was the plan? Who said we needed to have this done by Final Destination? You see Zax, while the old adage of Rome wasn’t built in a day is very cliché, the other part of it though where Rome did fall in one is exactly what I want to focus on. You see, I’m not looking to build a kingdom yet. I’m not looking to build one after all we’ve done, not until we tear down the structure that holds it together for the longest time we’ve been here. You see, Kingdom’s visage is going to fall one way or another, by my hand or by self-destruction. It’s just a matter of who is going to be there to pick up the pieces and glue it together. You see, I’m a savior, I’m a messiah, I’m basically God, but what is needed for people to see that is catastrophe. I need to manufacture one or be the last one standing when one does happen. Because when I do that, I’ll be able to make Kingdom into what it should be, a haven for the strong, a haven for those who have fought valiantly, a haven for those who are tired of the weak of filling up the spots because they happen to be liked. If it was about niceties then we wouldn’t need to be on this mission, but it’s never been about that. It’s about making sure the strong are all that are left. Because that’s OWA prides itself on right? Promoting only the best. Yet there are many who do not fall under that category at all and are stains on this earth. Because of that our job will never be done until it is fully realized. Look these hiccups you say are akin to a greater problem. The weakness plagues that of management and that of those who oversee this product. And Because of that they’re doing their hardest to try and stop us from exposing them.

Zax: So what do we do? Do we keep playing by their hand?

Miltiades: For now. For now. Which means I have to play my part and be apart of this match with all these other nitwits and fantastical idiots. What’s very interesting I respect some of them like Bishop and X, and yet the others like Reginald just leave a sour taste in my mouth. Because like venom, they reek of the poison that floods this place. They’re a part of the problem and they’re going to be a problem until I can do something about it. And this match is a good cover for that. Get a better reminder of their ability, see what they are truly capable of, and then start to narrow down who is going to be left in the dust, and who is going to prosper. I can give them that. Prosperity, but not unless they show me, they can earn it. I’m paired with Reginald, and I can already feel he is going to weigh me down. But nonetheless, it’s a sin I have to carry. This Sunday isn’t the birth of a new movement, it’s the resurgence of my will. And it’s going to be glorious.

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

Re: OWA Promos March 5th 2021, 2:56 am by **Devi Krysis**

No fear of the new Hana
Odyssey 60 #2

(Devi is at the unknown temple training gruesome and mentally as she getting ready for her match against Hana Nakajima.)

???: Well done on your match against both Elijah Hampton and Maverick, those two imbeciles didn't had a chance against you and your buddy Azurine! Now you see why that I want them to fear you, now you going up against the newly attitude Hana Nakajima, and I want that exact same fear and intimidation like last time.

Devi: Well the truth is that…

???: Hmm?

Devi: Is that Hana talk about me not winning any matches and this 18 year old piss stain, choked her opportunity to be becoming the OWA Goddess Championship. And what did she do in response? Beat the shit out of Rebecca Brookes, talk about a desperate little shit, a sore loser. LOSER!!! Put in my shoes, if I was Hana I was take that loss and walk away from it, but now her newly formed attitude is gonna give her another championship opportunity, that's not how it works honey.

???: Despite your opinion about her Devi, Hana's newly formed attitude probably be the benefactor to your match, but she'll not fear you. Look at her...Former Victory Pro Women's Champion and trained with the great Arata Asakura. Tisk, tisk, Arata should have taught her about that attitude of hers.

Devi: I pretty sure that he's doesn't care about her shitty attitude anyway, because my focused is on my quest for Final Destination 3 and beat the shit out of little miss Hana Nakajima at Las Vegas will be the way to do it!

???: Hehehe...I like it, no! I LOVE the fiery passion within you Devi! And that's what I need from you, like they all say.

Both: What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas!

???: And Devi you'll find out that Hana Nakajima will be playing nothing but a Dead Man's Hand, the chips is all in the table and we going all in!!!

Devi: Hahaha!!! Now i'm ready to trained even more!

???: Well then, Let's begin!

(Devi striking out the armor while ??? Is watching and seeing the blood and sweat drips)

???: AGAIN DEVI AGAIN! I WANT HANA TO SEE A KILLER INSTINCT IN YOU, LET HANA KNOW WHAT YOU'RE AFTER!

(Devi continues to strike the armor has the welts and bruises on her hands and knees! And now she gone resilient by taking hits by kendo sticks that makes her even more resilient!)

Devi: More…

(Kendo sticks shot has Devi is taken those shots)

Devi: Haha, I don't think you hear me...I SAID MORE!!!

???: YOU HEARD THE LADY, MORE!

(Devi has been more resilient with those kendo stick and now she got inside the bathtub full of water as man in the black suit grab hair and drown her repeatedly)

???: That's Right! Make Hana fear of you, make her feel intimidated, she said that you can't win matches and look at you, won a Tag Team match with your friend Azurine. Hana has always been a friendzone because of her past friendship with The World's Finest, but for you, you and Azurine had a connection that she never had, Now Devi I want to see a KILLER INSTINCT against her, make her feel that you want to be part of Final Destination 3, make her feel that you're the one that want to become a Champion!

Devi: Yes…

(Devi continues to training using the Starks Training regimen and with a epic conclusion, she's focused and ready!)

???: Now I think you're ready…

Devi: Damn right I am. And i'm gonna make that Hana will be put down and her championship ambitions will be shattered, just like her friendship and her career. Remember this Hana! The Wolf is always at door, always! See you at Vegas!

(Screen fades)

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

Kingdom promo #1 March 5th 2021, 2:36 am by Solomon Caine

( the scene opens on an uncharacteristicly grey Arizona morning. The dark clouds cover and capture the sun allowing hardly any of its light to shine down. The camera pans downward to a figure clad in a trench coat standing atop the peak of Camelback Mountain. The camera encircles the figure to reveal the face of Solomon Caine gazing down on the city with his cold, and hate filled eyes.)

“ And behold The Phoenix that was once consumed by the fire was born again. It stood shining and new. It was no longer afflicted by its past. The legend of the Phoenix is more than a mythos. It is a truth that is as undeniable as time itself. That in order for something to live, something must die. It is the never ending cycle of this world and it is as true now as it has ever been. It is true of myself here and now. For as I laid slain, I was offered the chance to be born anew. They have given me another chance to serve Chaos, Anarchy, Turmoil. These are the three ravenous beasts that are soon descending upon this world, already I can hear their footsteps. How they yearn to consume to flesh, how they thirst for blood, and how the terrified screams of the masses are music to their ears. Music to their ears. The ones who have sent me, They have humbled me. Where they have given me victory in Strong Style Wrestling, they have made me to I asked them for a sign in OMEGA wrestling. And when I asked for what they should desire, how I could pay my Penitence for failing them, they answered For me in turn to serve those who have bested me. They have commanded that I guard Moongoose McQueen as he seeks the unknown. They commanded that I join his new world, that I may bring about my masters new order. They commanded me to mold myself in the image of this Shin-Sekai. And so I have pledged myself to their cause for the time being. I have given my body to them the same as I have given it to the ones who sent me, and with this alignment Chaos, Anarchy, and Turmoil shall have their fill. Yes this is the will of the ones who have sent me.
So while to many it would seem strange and perplexing to those who do not understand the whims and wills of the ones who sent me that I would stand at the side of a man who just a week ago I was ready to tear to pieces with my bare hands, those with eyes that see that there the three great beasts of Chaos, Anarchy, and Turmoil, there are still three factions at each other’s throats ready to wage another Great War. All it would take is the smallest spark in this powder keg. So I ask now of all whom fate has placed before me, I ask you if in your hearts you believe yourself worthy of seeing what is to come after the all consuming flame, or if you are all nothing more than ashes and embers that will be wiped away? Ponder this well, for in but a few short days you’ll be faced with the foundation of the new world. I PRAY!! I PRAY TO GOD!! YOU ARE ALL ABOUT TO LOSE YOUR SOULS BECAUSE I AM GOING TO TAKE IT!!!

Ask yourself Michael Bishop, for they have told me of how you spoke of me. How you offered nothing but pleasantries when you spoke my name. How you spoke as if we were made of the same cloth or two sides of the same coin. They whispered i ask you whether it is because you honestly respect me and how I came within inches of beating you at what you consider your own game? Or whether you fear what might happen to you the next time we meet. Fate it seems keeps placing us in the same place at the same time on opposing sides and no matter what you do and where you go, every road has led you back into my grasp. How long do you believe you can keep slipping out of the hand of your ultimate doom? How long do you believe that your luck will continue to hold out? What will you do when you finally slip up and find yourself falling from your high pedestal to beneath the soles of my feet? You say you’re ready to fit and kill if need be, but when I hear this coke from your mouth it is not the words of one who speaks truth, but the words of scared little boy trying to act tough. Do you dare deny this when the masses have seen with your own eyes that being the champion of Outlaws, the thing you are priding yourself on the most, is more a bit of a fortunate accident than because of your skills. Twice you lost that title in the same night, and it was only by the skin of your teeth that you held onto it against Samuel Ogden. You pay yourself on the back for having done so, never once realizing that my masters have given you these victories because they have made you the fattened calf for me to slaughter. That they have made you the choice prey that I should hunt. And when the day comes that would devour you, and take that piece of gold that you cherish, the world will weep bitterly at all that I will do to you.

Reginald Dampshaw, when I look at you I find nothing but contemptible cowardice. When I spoke of birth from death, you must have thought I was speaking of you. You must see yourself as born again and having turned a new leaf. Funny how the only one you fool with such nonsense is yourself. You spoke of how the Golden Voice reminded you of your previous self, I laughed till I was nearly out of breath. You claim you’re a changed man, but I and the ones who sent me say to you that a leopard cannot change his spots. Or more accurately a rat cannot Hide the stench of his droppings. Look no further to the fact that you are still allied with Miltades and his bunch. Look at how you stand against Jeff X, the man whose feet you have kissed in this pathetic attempt to pass yourself off as this new man. Look at how you list for more more money and power and self serving glory by desiring The OWA World Championship. And you do so as a man who has always used his authority to bend and manipulate all those he oversees. If there is one thing my masters will not tolerate it is a man who has no integrity. A liar deserves no better than to be swallowed whole like a worm is swallowed by a Hawk. Stop trying to deceive yourself, and admit that you are still the scoundrel who would sell his own mother if it meant he go grab just a little more coin, or just a little more power. Your mouth may say differently, but when I look you dead in your eyes I can tell that for all your plots, and all your schemes, and all your lies, you are just kindling for the great fire.

Jeff X and Miltades. The two of you are probably so busy fighting each other that you fail to see just similar you actually are. You both are ambitious men who lean on the sweat and labor of others to do your dirty work. You each seek to root out those who oppose you. And the both of you always tend to fail when you have the chance to attain everything that you desire. My masters laugh when they see you toil and strive only to see everything you had worked so hard to accomplish fall apart before your very eyes. To see you trip up over your own feet is a delight to me, a fate you both shall be doomed to repeat forever so long as you each pursue the fool’s errands that you have spent your lives chasing after. The worship of the masses, the glory and praise of championships. The need to validate your entire existence by being declared the best. It’s all a carrot dangling on a stick that you will never catch, it is all a hole which you dig yourself further and further down into, it is all a box you confine yourselves in that becomes your coffin before you even know it. You’re already in hell.

Ponder this, meditate on these words. Know well that the time to recognize these truths is running short and when that time is up, I will not be held responsible for what Shin-Sakai wishes, and what the ones who sent me desire. Know well that the new order is coming and that change is a law of life. The old always gives way to the new. Where do all of you stand?”

( with that Caine turns his back to the camera and begins his decent down the mountain trail towards the city.)

Re: OWA Promos March 5th 2021, 12:49 am by **DampshawIIIఒ**

I knew that when I told people that I've changed that I would have lots of work to do. I knew that a simple haircut wouldn't be enough. I knew that even shouting on the mountaintops that the Time Lizard was dead wasn't going to convince everyone, if anyone. But this? This...absolute disrespect from Scott Oasis. Even I, a man called the human equivalent of a cold blooded reptile, even I'm shocked at the two-face way Scott has acted towards me. He was my greatest support here in OWA, right from the beginning. No one went to bat for me except for him.

Do you remember, Scott? Do you remember telling me that I proved that I belonged here? When people like Jon McAdams said I would amount to nothing and Finnegan Wakefield said I would always be a loser, you saw my potential. That's why you brought me on board to the Big Oasis Brand and made me Kingdom General Manager. But now? Now after 2 years I'm not even good enough for a World Championship opportunity? No, I don't buy that. I don't buy that for a single second. You know what I think? I think you know that I deserve that shot and you know that I would beat Havoc and become OWA World Champion. And why wouldn't I? I already beat him once. You see, in my opinion, you have Miltiades in your back pocket. I know you couldn’t give a damn who came out on top between him and Havoc at Clash of The Titans. You know that if you gave me that FD3 spot that I would beat Havoc, take the OWA World Championship back home to England and The New Dawn and you could never control me ever again. And I know you loved the different factions trying to kill each other. Frontline vs. The Ashes, Wolvesden vs. The Ashes, Frontline vs. SHIN-SEKAI, and so on and so on. All of these were ratings booms. I should know. I was the puppet putting together the cards for you. I was the one booking the shows that broke ratings records and put more money in your pocket. You can make all the PC tweets you want. You can act all innocent to the fans but you can't fool me. I know you think Kenny Drake dying was great for the product. "What will Wolvesden do without their leader?" "What dastardly things will Ashes get up to now?" "Who's going to stop Havoc's reign of terror?" So many different reasons to get people glued to the seats aren't there, Scott? Don't pretend like it isn't true.

Which brings me to the next Kingdom. I've already seen the comments and tweets. "Why would you tag with Miltiades again?" "We thought you hated him. Why did you book yourself to team with him?" and the answer to that is I didn't. Obviously Scott went over my head and used his authority to make the match because he thought it was humorous. Strange bedfellows make for ratings. This is nothing more than your way of hoping me and Miltiades implode and destroy each other. And Miltiades? I know you're still stinging by not being enough to beat Havoc, but take it from someone who is. He's not that tough. You just weren't the gladiator you claim to be. But that's ok. As long as you're good enough on Kingdom.

But this isn't a simple tag match. Taking on two competitors is enough but this is a triple threat tag match. Adding an extra two men creates an even greater challenge. And I've never stepped foot in the ring with Kenneth Ishikari and Solomon Caine. Both men couldn’t be any different but that is obviously a trend going in this match. One on hand, we have Ishikari who is a flamboyant wannabe superstar where Caine, who is a gritty, no nonsense man with a lot of skeletons in the closet. The spotlight of showbiz and the broken taillight parked outside a sleazy motel. What a team. I wish I could stand here and say that there’s no way they could work together and make a formidable duo, but stranger things have happened. Now Kenneth. You and I are a lot alike. Lots of money, lots of prestige and notoriety. Hell, we may have even run into each somewhere in the Swiss Alps but you remind me of the Reginald of old. The coward. The one who’d rather pay off his opponents than fight them. I’ve learned that I like the sight of my opponent's blood much more than I like running. As far you, Solomon, you definitely like to fight but other than that, I can't relate to you. Your lifestyle is so foreign to me. But you're impressive and since you were hired, that's all that mattered to me as GM. But now, I'm going to have to see more of that grime and grit in the ring before I truly know what you're all about. Someone I do know about is Michael Bishop. Our proud reigning and defending Outlaw Champion. From the Steel Asylum match to The Great War, we've been in some battles together. You're a fighter. That's been proven a thousand times over and your membership in Frontline has caused a lot of problems for me. You all tried to undermine my authority and never took me seriously but that's fine. During our match, I'm just going to be another competitor. One that you think you can outmuscle, out wrestle and out fight...but you're wrong. You didn't do it in the Steel Asylum and you didn't do it in the Great War.

And how could I forget Jeff X? Oh, Jeffrey. We've had our ups and downs. Well. Mostly downs. We've been through it all. You took my chance at making amends to win the Clash and to go on to Final Destination 3 to fight for the championship. And I know what you and many others are thinking. You don't buy the new appearance and attitude and you're just waiting for me to snap and get my revenge on you for eliminating me. But Jeff. Don't you think I would have already done that by now? Don't you think you would have already been in a hospital bed not able to compete at FD3 if that was the case? I should be facing Havoc for the OWA World Championship and I will stick to that, but it's not going to happen. And I...I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm rooting for you, Jeff. You have the power now to make things right. Frontline is dead but he can kill The Ashes. Don't mess this opportunity up. I've thought the worst of you at times, but if you do, I'll never forgive you.

I don't give a shit about your destiny or how long you've been scratching and clawing be World Champion but if anyone needs to end Havoc, it's you now.

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

Re: OWA Promos March 4th 2021, 2:41 am by **Michael Bishop**

They say the process doesn’t work, a tough bitch with a strap on her shoulder once told me; “Michael to make it in this world, you need to do whatever it takes”. Crossing that fine line, taking a dip on the otherside, giving up everything of who you are, disregarding that makes this sport what it is just so you can get a paycheck and some gold. They told me they were building a legacy, like every motherfucker who takes the rules and breaks them over their knee, shoves daggers in people's backs… it’s for legacy…. It’s for their personal scorecard.

-And yet. When the chips were down, when it us and them across the ring, when it was all or nothing, time to put your money, your legacy, your fuckin’ belt where it mattered…. We were the motherfuckers standing tall at the end of the day. When it was time to put up, or shut up, our hand was raised high above the rest. When the Ashes and Frontline squared up let’s all remember who went crawling to who when they found themselves up shit’s creek with a fucking spork, bloody, afraid, grasping the Outlaw King’s knees, “Please!!! Please save us!! You… were…. Right”.

“Your way doesn’t work”

Then why the fuck am I still winning?

“You won’t last”

Then why the fuck am I still here?

“You’re just an old man”

Fear the old man in a young man’s game.

They keep saying this shit over, and over, and yet when push came to shove here I fucking stand, hand raised, belt on my waist, the only motherfuckers from the beginning who thrived and survived. Frontline…. Kingdom’s Frontline. A World Champion and Spartan’s Champion, and the Three time Outlaw Champion. We run this shit because we knew to draw that thin line wherever the fuck we needed to, we run this shit because the only rules you march to are your own.

“When the world is dark, when the laws are corrupt, it comes time for good men, men who are willing to do what it takes to spit on their hands, sharpen their elbows, and go to war. To raise their own flag and become Outlaws”.

That’s the creed, our creed, The Outlaw’s Creed. The oath and way of life that you gladly agreed to when you squared up, isn’t that right Solomon? I won’t bullshit you, you gave a fucking run for his money, one god damn hell of a run no mistaking that. People say I talk shit, when all I’ve done from day one is give credit where it’s due, call it like I see it, and be a truthsayer. However that is the standard of the Outlaw Division, the workhorse division, the blood letters row. The standard. You eat nails, spit screws, spill the blood of men til you get to the top and do whatever it takes. That is the standard.

To be more than that, to be the best of the best. To be the pinnacle you need to be on the psychotic flow state it takes to dismantle anyone, anytime, anyplace. To look out into a sea of competitors and feel not dread but excitement. To walk into that ring, that cage, that fight pit and give it all you’ve fuckin got!!! To make that place your own, to set the place, and drag your opponent into the fuckin’ deep, and like a fuckin’ hunter ready for the kill, gut the bastards!!! I’ve been dialed into that since day one!! I’ve accepted, I’ve owned it, I’ve wore it like a badge of honor that I’ve carried into every goddamn war!!

Reginald Dampshaw III, a man who believes that he is worth a world title shot. As should everyone. Everyone wants to be the world champ, everyone wants to be a champion, but there’s a hard difference between those who’ve spilt the blood necessary to be champions and those who got down on their knees and sucked Scott oasis off until he was dry, and he left you high and dry. Sucks, doesn’t it? To know that no matter how much smoke you’ve tried to blow up motherfucker’s asses, it’s all come crashing down. How many times have you missed the big one, Reggie? How many losses have eaten into that fragile psyche, that mentally deranged state you’re in? How many bumps to the head are you gonna take to try and fail to get there? All of it adds up, all of it is adding up and we’re seeing the sum of a man who tried to make himself a king…. Only to be caught in an empire of insanity, lost hopes, and failure.

There’s gonna be a lot more of that if you continue to try and buy your way into the main event. You know this deep down…. But ago ahead and spit more bullshit, yell at me at the top of your lungs, Reggie. Fill your ranks with more henchman, grovel to the chairman, and cry like a fucking chump when you’re in the same exact place 5 years from now, like you have been for the last 10. Ave, Time lizard.

Miltiades. Aren’t we a sight for sore eyes. I know what you’re gonna say... "have we met?", "Who are you?"

You know damn well who the fuck I am, don’t you emperor? For a man who’s carried himself with the weight of someone who has better shit to dp, you find yourself alongside fucking Dampshaw, someone who also tried politicking, kissing Scott Oasis on the cheek, and someone who’s now high and dry. Can’t say I’m surprised. It wasn’t too long ago that you were getting your ass kicked for a whole fucking season, wasn’t it? Second fiddle to Tarah Nova, second fiddle to Nasir, second fiddle to carlos, second fiddle to Havoc…. Havoc the World Champion, Havoc the Leader, Havoc the Nightmare King, Havoc...the man I beat- clean.

All because. despite the wrapping poet you try to cloak yourself in you’re nothing but a fucking chump with long hair and pecs. We were both there, first match, of the first episode of kingdom. A triple threat, me, you, and the colonel. I powerbombed you, you hurricanaed me, and when we both walked out of there we had a choice on whether to chin the fuck up and be someone or fade to fuckin irrelevancy.

When the chips came down and we both had a god damn hole to dig ourselves out of, I clawed, I scrambled. I spent every second, of every hour, of every day, for two fuckin’ years getting myself out. And look where I am!! A Dominant Champion, the Dominant Champion, the champion who has walked all over every motherfucker who tried!! The Kingdom roster’s boogeyman, the Outlaw King who built his reign and empire out of brick, morar and blood…. And the only god damn thing I see from you is a greasy haired, whiney son of a bitch who once again has failed to beat Christopher Schizotooth.

I give you about 2 months before you run off again and that’s being real fuckin generous. So go ahead… Spit some analogies of the emperors of rome, and some other historical bullshit of a fallen empire of latin cunts. I’ll save it on DVR and play it when you cash in your pre-draft two weeks notice.

That’s the thing with the enemy teams, isn’t it? A whole lot of talk, not a whole lot to show for it. A Spartans champion who insulted his belt, a Television champion who did some crossfit. An outlaw contender who despite being beaten down fuckin clean, is convinced it makes him a someone. Instead of a win on my record, an accolade on my sheet, and a body I carved, laid, and paved on my road to Final Destination.

But you, new kid. Listen the fuck up. You’re new around here so I’ll spare you the flack. An unknown can be as dangerous as anyone else, and I underestimate nothing. I know exactly the kind of people that stand across from me, I measure their blades, and I sharpen mine. This is hollowed fucking ground you walk on. The reason Jeff X and I stand shoulder to shoulder as Frontline is because we’ve ruled the roost for a reason. Despite all these motherfuckers walking the walk, talking the talk..... we run this shit for a reason. Despite them saying our way would never work… Our means were never going to get anywhere…. All those motherfuckers are running for cover, no gold to their name, some black eyes and broken veins acting as their pay check.

This is Kingdom, This is the top brand, this has been and always fucking will be the premiere show of the fucking company so you better get ya’lls shit straight. You show up, and you fucking fight, you give it your all, no bullshit, and whatever happens- happens. That is how it is, and that is how it will be. I have no room for your half assed, hardly here, hold me daddy Scott Oasis bullshit. If you all want to carry yourselves that way, that’s fine by me. But when you’re down there on the line, when I have administered enough humility, harsh reality, and cruelty to you through the front of your skulls. I told you so. When I say I’ve seen right through you since the beginning, I told you so. When I say Jeff and I are going to walk in there, out class all of you, stack all of you ontop of each other- and bury you under the fuckin’ concrete of our arena. We told you so.

Not as a threat, not as a bluff- as a god damn promise.

A notice from Kingdom’s premiere, Kingdom’s Frontline.

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

Re: OWA Promos March 3rd 2021, 11:56 pm by **DarkCircle**

"Past Rage" (Kingdom Promo #1)

{The screen lights up and we see Jason Tyrell standing in front of a pair of large windows with the banner of the Dominion behind him with the light from the sun being cast through the dark fabric of the banner to cast a slight shadow upon the room where the “Emissary of Evil” is standing}

Tyrell: Last week on Kingdom, the coward Myojin barely inked out a victory over my charge because when comes right down to it he has no real skill. He lacks the bloodlust needed to expand his mind further in this sport and he knows it because deep down he’s not anywhere near as perfect as he believes that he is.

A real *wrestler* is hungry for a fight and is willing to enter any form of blood sport in order to further their craft, no matter the personal cost to themselves.

And that is why Ryo’s opponent this week is one that I can honestly say that I respect you, Theodor Pavel. I mean yes, you handed Ryo his first defeat here in the Omega Wrestling Alliance and you did so by using nothing but pure skill and even a man, who is known internationally as one of the hardest and most sadistically cruel bastards in this sport, can respect and that is the only reason why Ryo didn’t kick the head off of your fool manager’s body that night.

Respect.

The two of you then went on a wonderfully violent journey together as a part of the Frontline and you both took part in the Great War and won… but since then, where has that respect been returned to Ryo?

When Myojin made mockery of him after his match with Jacob Senn all those weeks ago, did you come down to try and back him up or did you come to heel like a good pup under Banch’s order?

But you see son, that’s one of the biggest differences between the two of you...had the roles been reversed, Ryo would've been there for you.

However that is neither here nor there because this time when you and Ryo step into the ring this weekend, it won’t be two Frontline members facing each other.

No.

It will be Frontline against Dominion.

Slowly but surely, I’ve been dragging the real Ryo Sakazaki out from the shadows...slowly showing him the reality of what he really is, not the “Invincible Dragon” that people like Stephanie Matsuda and Jeff X *LIED* to him that he is...because he is MY Grinning Oni, he is the Spear of the Dominion, there is no getting around what he can really do in that ring and you all have seen it, you all fear it, but most importantly of all...you, Theodor, you UNDERSTAND it.

So it won’t be a surprise when Ryo tears through you to take back that win from you. To reclaim the fire that you so abruptly stole from him that has left him to languish and facing fourth rate nobodies such as Myojin.

{The screen flickers suddenly as we cut to a shot of Ryo sitting on the ground somewhere outside, the bright sun shining down as the Sleepy Hollow native is dressed in a pair of red and green loose martial arts pants and no shirt, the wrappings around his wrists are slightly dirty, yellowed from sweat and even brownish in places from what appears to be dried blood while the man himself looks like he’s been put through a physical wringer}

Ryo: They say that when two men shed the blood of their enemy together during times of war, it makes them brothers...and we have shed enough blood during our battles with the Ashes and Shin-Sekai didn’t we, Theodor?

The first time that you and I met, I was so arrogantly confident that you were going to be so easy to be beaten that I focused more on your manager than I did you and I paid for my arrogance didn’t I, brother? You beat me handily and cleanly in the middle of that ring.

I was so furious with myself for that arrogance, that it colored how I went into the next few matches and that cost me, time and time again, Theodor. I knew that I could hang with people like JD Damon, Arata Asakura, The Vincent, and others...but you, you were the one that created that small little question of my own talent in the back of my mind that has cost me the Spartan title on two separate occasions.

But I don’t blame you, my brother in arms.

You see I don’t blame you because you’ve given me the reason to train and fight even harder than had before, Theodor and with each win, each loss-I get better and better until tearing people apart will become next to me as breathing...but until then, there is one thing that I have to do, without question, and that is I have to destroy you in that ring.

I’m not the same guy who stepped into that ring with you a few short months ago and believed that he was better than you because of where you came from. No, that Ryo is gone because he couldn’t get the job done...but at Kingdom in just a few days, I *will* get it done.

I will beat because I have a true evil mastermind in my corner, one that encourages me to go all out, to hold nothing back, and to just unleash every bit of raw furious intent that I’ve been all of these weeks as I watch one mocking promo from some asswipe who doesn’t deserve to be here and wrestle the likes of you and me!

I have been here at Mister Tyrell’s personal arena, training and preparing for this match...I’m not taking anything for granted this time.

{Very suddenly, the look on Ryo’s handsome face becomes somewhat harder as his eyes become like chips of black ice}

Ryo: Did you hear that, Mister Morgan? Hm...does it look like I’m fishing *now*?!

{The screen then flashes to shots of Ryo working with pit fighters to improve on his strikes and holds, being bloodied in the process at the hands of more violent professionals before the screen cuts back to Ryo}

Ryo: This, this is how serious I’m treating this match, Theodor. I will take the victory and make it mine, reclaiming the loss that I took from you months ago and erasing it from history...then, who knows what’ll happen next.

I do want you to know one thing of importance however, I’m not going to let this end the Frontline.

This is simply a matter that was going to come up eventually, the day when you and I would have to stand across the ring from each other yet again...the only difference this time is that I will be walking away with the victory.

Be seeing you soon...brother.

{The screen flickers a few times before it suddenly cuts out to black}

Re: OWA Promos February 26th 2021, 6:19 pm by **Devi Krysis**

Friendship
Odyssey 60 #1

Viva Las Vegas woooo! I'm feel very good right now after me and my Adorkable best friend/partner Azurine Webbins beat the team of Elijah Hampton and Maverick at the Atlantis. Hopefully Elijah Hampton salty up that lost, rub tan lotion all over, and take nude pictures for his future girlfriends, if he had one. Secondly I want to be the first to congrats to The Lady, The Myth, The Legend, and The Ace of Odyssey Azumi Goto for being immortalized in the OWA Hall of Fame class of 2021, well deserved my lady and pray on your recovery from The Banshee, damn that fiend…

Now on to the task in hand. Odyssey 60 hits to Las Vegas, and i'm feeling lucky because well i'm not much a gambling person, but there's always a saying "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas!" Well that doesn't apply for our match Miss Hana Nakajima, What happens in Vegas is gonna be gruesome battleground for both you and I, i'm still on the quest, looking for a opportunity to be in the Final Destination 3 card, because this Odyssey landscape has changed for the better because of The Demo Corps. With Niki Khan's gone and Llorona holds the holy grail which is the OWA Women's World Championship, What can I do?

I've had been on a gruesome training has of late in the Japan with Majin Lord himself, Stark! And Hana you maybe a 18 year old being in the world with grown ass women such as myself not knowing what my training that I had been gone through. Because Hana I had a up most respect for you, no really I do! Because you trained with Arata Asakura, but at once I saw you has The Baby Yoda of Professional Wrestling, but the way that you're acting right now...Questions me your friendship! I mean you're once a member of World's Finest with Stephanie Matsuda and April Song over at Wrestleworld, but it was in shambles because of Matsuda and Song has been blow to blow to each other, that ain't the worst of it those two went each other throats they had to fight for the American Dream Championship! But where you when this situation happen Hana? Oh yeah let's talk about what happened at Civil War when you had a chance to win The Goddess Championship and you choked little girl, You. Choked. Few days later you became a changed girl, a whole new attitude just came out of you, no longer the cutest wrestler that you used to be. That's why you turned on Rebecca Brookes because you want that Goddess Championship. I think you had suffered a case of friendzone, your obsession with The Goddess Championship is driving you mad.

Compared to my friendship with The Adorkable One Azzy, I love her and I respect her resiliency and her wrestling abilities. We the had a chance to become The World Tag Team Champions at Civil War, we was that close! And there's no telling when we gonna get another shot. I mean it would be you and Brookes obviously it'll never happen. Let me tell you Hana when it comes to me and Azzy we had connection something you never had. And don't forget, I haven't forgotten what you said to me about not winning anything on Twitter, well look what happen at Atlantis hahaha!!!

So Odyssey 60, I suggest you be prepared for a ass kicking because trust me it'll be painful than your friendship. Remember this, The Wolf will always be at your door, always!

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

Re: OWA Promos February 19th 2021, 11:59 pm by **MYŌJIN**

Narratives. Everyone loves pushing them. Especially the people that know that the objective truth really isn't in their own favor.

In this case, the truth being that bitch boy Ryo might just be the biggest clown in OWA.

Isn't it funny how you two are just consistently turning things into your own narrative? Your own point of view?

Seriously, both of you have extremely wild imaginations. The both of you consistently say half-truths or total bullshit that no one really believes or cares to hear.

I'm almost kind of insulted that management booked me against you. I came to OWA to push myself to the limit. To climb up a new difficulty and to break down another glass ceiling- Not face someone who could use a few more years at a training center.

Oh, did you say I hadn't said anything? Did you forget about literally what I said not too long ago? Not only do you both seem to love giving yourselfs auto-fellatio, but apparently you both are also are pretty unaware of everything around you. Which is pretty pathetic.

Tyrell, you say that you've taught Ryo much more than anyone else could ever. Well… What exactly is it that you've taught him? It's certainly not to know how to succeed as a professional wrestler. Maybe you taught him how to be a choke artist instead? Or maybe Ryo is just naturally that talentless that not even such a “great” manager as yourself could be able to teach him.

Tyrell says I ran from Wrestleworld after being frightened by the talent there when I stepped in. Forgetting to mention that I beat four other people, including Striker that he loves to mention so much, to win that Territorial title. Not only that, I didn't run- my best friend, Zane, beat me for that championship. I'm perfectly fine with admitting that. Something you seem so extremely incapable of doing, Ryo.

You talk so high. So mighty consistently for someone that fails again and again. Who has no accomplishments or titles to his name. You play in a make believe world where you ignore that you've received beating after beating in most of your matches that you've went through. Like how I found you after Senn kicked your pathetic ass. Like how you cost yourself and Arata that tag title match. Pretty much the story of your life is being a poser, faking it til you make it as some badass who should be feared by everyone that he faces. No matter how many losses you take, you spend that same narrative again and again.

And, that's the difference between me and you. You can rumble about how I dress like a peacock all you want, but I'm comfortable enough with my body and my sexuality to freely express myself. I've worked hard to get where I am now. I worked hard to make it to OWA and be able to face some of the best there is. My family is made up of people who live and breathe fighting. I was groomed from an early age to be warrior that I can. I've probably known more submission holds and strikes that you could ever think of. I've spent years dedicated to my craft in order to become the best.

Do you want to know why I dress like this? To show that anyone can follow their dreams if they work their hardest. I do my best to be a beacon of hope for people who are told that because of their race, gender identity, sexuality, and beliefs that they can be whoever they want and that no one can stop them from accomplishing that. That's why I come to the ring giving my all, that's why I look the way I do- because I'm not a pretender. The Shining Star is as real as it gets.

That's why you piss me off so much.

You're fake, the both of you. Everything about you is so fucking fake, it's infuriating. Ryo, you're a rat that wants to be a wolf. A joke that wants to act like he's hot shit when he can't even be bothered to learn from his losses and how to improve on them. You just spit the same sounding bullshit every Kingdom and hope that it manages to work out.

I hate that. I hate people like you. I hate that wrestling is filled with little shits JUST like you that think this sport is just that easy. People have spilled blood, sweat, and tears to climb up the top of the mountain. Wrestling is beyond just cutting an edgy promo, it's actually having the skills to be able to back everything that you've said up. Something that Tyrell has seemingly forgotten to teach you.

This sport would be a lot better off if it had more competitors with bite behind their bark. Though it seems like with every failure you have, you seemingly aren't able to improve. Maybe you just have some refusal to work on yourself. Maybe your ego won't allow you to. Maybe Tyrell who pretty much kisses your ass so much he might as well be actually rimming you has you believing that you're actually way better than you are.

So let me make this as clear for you as I possibly can, Ryo.

You intimidate no one.

You're not remotely that good. If that was the case you would have more wins than you do losses.

If you really think you can beat me, you're mistaken. My entire career is built off of dropping people who half-assed studying about my capabilities, underestimated me, and judged me just by looking at my appearance. You'll be nothing new, honey.

But who knows? Maybe you saying that you're changing a new leaf and supposed to be turning into some scary badass that you'll actually put up a good fight. Believe it or not, I'm not looking at you as an easy opponent to beat- I take everyone I step into the ring with seriously, so there won't be any mercy, any games- Just me bending your elbow the wrong way with my Inverted Triangle Kimura Lock. You know, the move that you stole and put into your own list of moves? Which honestly says a lot about you and your extreme unoriginality with everything you do.

So bring all that tough guy wannabe rockstar crap to the ring. Believe that you'll finally pick up that much needed win that you so desperately need. Show me and the rest of the world that you're more capable than just being a choke artist. Do NOT stand against me and try the same bullshit you've tried with everyone else, because I will leave you unable to walk.

Show me something, Ryo. Show me you're more than just a journeyman.

Then I might actually respect you.

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

Re: OWA Promos February 19th 2021, 11:58 pm by **"The Golden Voice"**

Ever since his failed attempt to come to Moongoose McQueen’s aid during the Clash of the Titans, Kenneth had retreated to his Italian home, quietly recuperating from the shock of his early exit from the Clash match and learning more and more about his new associates in Shin-SEKAI. Honestly, Shin-SEKAI confused him. There were so many far-flung pieces that pushed in so many directions, members even forming their own mini-factions such as Revy and April’s offshoot known as the Demolition Corps. It was perplexing, but as he was sitting in the comfort of the main living room of his villa with his love Maria as they sipped wine, it didn’t matter. Now that he was part of Shin-SEKAI and the group seemed open to him pursuing his own aims as long as he came to the aid of Moongoose and other members who may require his assistance, he was open to being involved. Before he could concern himself with his own grand ambitions or the petty, insignificant needs of the larger group of which he was now a part of, he had to turn his attention to a lowly, uncivilized man that he was scheduled to make his debut against: Solomon Caine.

Maria: Kenneth, my love, you look slightly troubled. What is bothering you?

Kenneth: Ah, my sweet Maria, nothing at all! You and I are having a chance to relax before we return to that wretched continent of North America. Canada, in the depth of winter at that! Such a horrible place of fat, unvaccinated miscreants! Not much better than the Americans they ridicule so heavily to be very honest.

Maria: Now, there’s no need for such mean talk! How are people going to fall in love with our singing if you insult them so?

Kenneth: Is it truly an insult my dear if I’m speaking the TRUTH!? Hah! Worthless troglodytes, the lot of the country. The entire continent for that matter. My talent and your beauty will be more than enough for them to adore us and worship the very ground that we walk on. What do you know of the man that I will be facing when I arrive to...what is it called, the Saddledome? Pft, sounds like a bunkhouse for cowboys or something.

Maria: A man named Solomon Caine. He’s a dangerous one. He’s been in the US Armed Forces, seen tours of duty in Iraq and Afghanistan, not unlike our new colleague April Song. The experience deeply affected him, it appears and he has gone on a vengeful rampage in the wrestling world as a result.

Kenneth: Such a tragic story. I almost care for him being nearly forced into military service. I mean, most Americans are dumb, moronic creatures who only have talent when it comes to waging war. The upper crust are nearly as simple-minded, but the poor country lads like him who make up the armed forces, what other talent do they have other than beating people up or shooting a gun? Such a pitiful, small man.

Maria: (sighs) You know, we don’t really need to do this. Our opera tour has done well enough that we can wait for things to get better, you know? With most places to perform closed or limited in capacity because of Covid-19, do you really think going into wrestling again is the way to go? Matches against men like this make me uncomfortable. N-not that you would LOSE to someone like him of course, but just for your health and safety in general.

Kenneth: Ah, my glorious little dove, there is nothing for you to be concerned about. You forget that I’ve trained my body as well as my voice and mind. With all the discipline and choreography that we display on stage together, I can easily transition that into the ring. Instead of my voice, it’s my feet that do wondrous, enchanting things. Every blow landed is a story told, a beautifully sung lyric of physical violence. Besides, all of these ruffians in OWA look big and strong, but a few well-placed strikes and they are as timid as church mice!

Maria: I believe you! Just please, for goodness sake, be careful!

Kenneth: I will. In fact, I probably should make serious inquiries if this man’s vaccinations are up to date. I do not have any interest in facing someone who could pass on all sorts of disease to me!

[Kenneth reaches down and picks up a golden bell, giving if a few rings before a beautiful young woman dressed in a black and gold uniform appears.]

Servant: Yes, Mister Ishikari?

Kenneth: Do me a favor, dear, please make some phone calls and see to it that this Solomon Caine that I am to be facing soon has been properly vaccinated and cared for. I want to make sure he’s in the best of health before he’s beaten within an inch of his life. Understood?

Servant: Yes, Sir.

Kenneth: Ahh...sweet luxury. Now, my dear, we need to decide where we will go on vacation for our winter respite after my match on the weekend! I hear that Cancun is a wonderful place now that a certain weasel of an American Senator decided to return home in disgrace.

[Kenneth and Maria share a light laugh as the two go back to sipping wine, the comforting sounds of Mozart’s Requiem booming through the villa.]

It is not uncommon for the time to come to put down something dear to us. In our minds, perhaps an idol has fallen from grace for whatever reason. Perhaps we have to see to it that a pet of ours who can do nothing but suffer in this world is seen off and put down, granting it mercy so that it be at peace. Even with our dear loved ones, times may come when we must allow them to meet the Creator and be free of suffering. My opponent this week, one Solomon Caine, I view as a bit of a rabid dog. I say this not because he found himself serving in the military, living the mundane life of a hired hand of destruction. Soldiers are only products of the environment they come from. I say this because he sits around and babbles, passing pedantic nothing. People like this are the absolute worst to me. They go about talking about violence and pain and suffering and whatnot, so absorbed in their own pain and suffering that they are completely worthless. You would rather burn down the world than find something in yourself that’s more worthwhile than a mere fight and for that, you sad, strange little soldier you have my pity and deepest condolences.

There is no need to hide from you, sir. Hiding from you would be like the dog catcher running from a wounded beast, like a spider running from something caught in it’s trap. Even though I live on the other side of the world, you expect me to constantly be concerned about someone like you, as if I don’t have other activities that need my expert attention? What do you know of resting your body and your vocal chords to give the most energetic and inspired opera performances of this generation with a voice that would make even the great Pavarotti, may the Lord rest his amazing soul, weep in the heavens? You know nothing. With this beautiful voice and the voice of my lovely muse and future wife, I inspire millions across the planet. With my performances, I do with class and dignity what you WISH you could do with thuggish violence and idle threats: change the hearts of men and women on this planet, a beacon in their otherwise mundane lives.

What do you have to offer them other than pain and death?

My point exactly.

So, I was preparing for this match as nothing more than a glorious exhibition of my musical talent as well as my physical skill. Because of your ranting and obvious need for psychiatric assistance, I will look upon this as an act of mercy. You, Sir, will be thrashed so soundly that the voices in your head will finally be driven away and you can wander off to some hospital and recover without soiling the wrestling world with your presence. With my beautiful words ringing in your ear, you will leave the OWA and go out to be a better, functioning member of American society. By that I’m sure you’ll register as a Republican and scream about Constitutional rights when entering a grocery store, but at least that will be a positive sign of growth for you. One day, you will look back on your otherwise uneventful life and remember the day you encountered Kenneth Ishikari. AND YOU WILL BE BETTER FOR IT, MY FRIEND!

Please, there is no need to thank me or shed tears of joy. I’m simply a man blessed by God, an Angel of Mercy, sent here to do His work and blessed with the talent to do such. You may not like how the blessings will be passed onto you and I may not enjoy the manner in which I have to beat them into you, but just like the old dog that all those old Southern people like to refer to….Old Yeller is it?

I’ll put your body down so your soul can stand.

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

Re: OWA Promos February 19th 2021, 11:17 pm by **DarkCircle**

“Transitions from Light to Shadow” (Kingdom Prom #2)

{The screen flickers for a moment before it static jumps to a shot of a blank wall cast slightly in shadow at which point Jason Tyrell steps into view, bringing up one of his infamous/signature cigars into view as he turns to regard the camera}

Tyrell: They say that time waits for no man, that each and every single second wasted is an eternity never to be gotten back from the great old ones. Be God, Muhammad, Odin, Cthullu, or whatever you choose to believe in...they grant us all a finite matter of the essence of time for us to live, breath, breed, and bleed in before they snatch us away to put us back upon the wheel of life.

My charge in Ryo Sakazaki spends that time working on expanding on what he can do in that ring, working on furthering his knowledge of holds and strikes, to try and become a much better wrestler than those that he idolized in the past such and those of the modern era such as his own trainer in Stephanie Matsuda, Havoc, Jeff X, and many others.

But also by that same token, he is there for his friends like Jacob Striker, Robert Garcia, and Uiriami...friendships with three men that are like flesh and blood brothers to him, three men who have earned his trust and know fully that if asked then they will gleefully charge into the Omega Wrestling Alliance and support him as he would do the same, no matter in the cost in coin or in blood.

These are the signs of a real man, a man who knows that time does not wait for him because *I* have also taught him something that Stephanie Matsuda could never have taught any of her students in that time is a predator. It's stalking you and oh, you can try and outrun it with doctors, medicines, new technologies..but in the end, time always hunts us down and makes that final kill.

{Tyrell reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out a cigar cutter, slips the cigar into the hole, and then without looking away from the camera cuts his cigar}

Tyrell: Unlike you, Myojin.

{Tyrell then returns the cutter to his jacket with the same disapassation manner that he pulled it out with}

Tyrell: We gave you time to speak and yet you have said nothing. We gave you time to counter our arguments and to prove us wrong in an open forum and yet, you wasted it with dead air.

Perhaps you wish to prove Ryo wrong in that very ring this weekend on Kingdom? Perhaps silence us with actions more than words...that I could respect if there was anything for me to respect you *for*.

You see Myojin, you sir are a braggart and a poor one at that.

You strutted into Wrestleworld like some kind of trumped up peacock, lucked your way into a championship, and when you saw the kind of talents that were arrayed against you...you panicked and fled, your arrogant bragging blown out like a candle in the wind.

So you waltzed into the Omega Wrestling Alliance to powder your wounds where lo and behold, you come across the best friend of a man that you wronged in Wrestleworld and you decide to make mockery of him...not really caring what happens in the aftermath because you felt that you were untouchable.

{Tyrell pulls out a lighter and then turns the edges of the cut end around in the flame before placing it into his mouth and lighting it properly, the embers glowing brightly as he takes a long drag off of it at which point Ryo himself steps into the scene, a tense look on his handsome face as he crosses his arms over his broad chest}

Ryo: I know that you think that I’m some kind of moron, Myojin. That much you’ve made perfectly clear in our first encounter and you’re probably seeing me now as something less than a stepping stone and I can handle that because it will make the pain of your loss at my hands just a little bit more fun for me to enjoy.

Now I would be a moron if I were to ignore your skills in the ring, I mean you did manage to hold your own against Jacob of all people and Stephanie-Sensei will be the first one to tell you that Jake is naturally gifted in the ring and his skill is ever improving but the fact that you managed to pull a submission win off of him at that...well, that says that I shouldn’t be taking you as lightly as you are taking me.

But for as good as you believe and claim that you are, you still have those seeds of doubt in your own soul and those are the very seeds that I’m going to water with your own tears in Calgary, Myojin. Because for as good as you claim to be, I’m better.

I’m better than you because where you stop and start doubting yourself, I simply brush myself off and keep going just like I always have because I choose to treat my losses as just another match as I just keep on going.

And I’m also looking at the here and the now as well, Myojin. While I know that sometime very soon, I am going to make a dream that I have of mine become my very own manifest destiny here in the OWA, but those dreams can wait because my dream right now...my oh so happy dream is your ultimate nightmare and that is for me to blast your fool head off with the Genki Cannon and then watch your eyes go dead and cold when the realization that the person you felt was a nothing before your supposed greatness has beaten you.

Now that is a dream that I shall make manifest, upon that you can be rest assured.

I have survived better than you, Myojin, and furthermore I’m not afraid of you nor of losing because I know in the end one way or another, I will be the one to enjoy your suffering and while once upon a time, I would never have done such a thing...people like you have made me become a much harder, sterner creature.

Less of an Angel...and more of a Demon if you will.

{Ryo then reaches behind him and slowly reveals a hanya mask which he looks at for a moment, almost like he is studying it intently before his eyes slowly slide back up to meet the camera}

Ryo: You see Myojin, people like you and Arata have forced me to realize that I was showing the entire world the wrong face. That I was trying too hard to be the hero, that the cheers of the fans was all that I needed to make me happy.

But then you and Arata introduced me to a concept that Jeff...Jeff has warned me about a lot recently to be honest…

{Ryo then looks over at Tyrell whose face is brightened for a moment by the bright glow of the embers of his cigar as he takes another powerful and long drag before he looks back to the camera}

Ryo: At Clash of the Titans, I lifted the mask up just a little bit and showed the world my true face then...perhaps at Kingdom this week, I’ll lifted up again and show you the true face of the man who will rend your heavens asunder before I cast you into the Chinese hell where they skin people alive as a symbol.

Come to Kingdom, Myojin. Come to Kingdom and prepare to have your precious grip on what you believe is “reality”...shattered.

{The screen fades to black}

Re: OWA Promos February 19th 2021, 10:15 pm by **MYŌJIN**

“Get the fuck up, you little bitch.”

Shouta Kuromiya had not always been exactly the most confident. Years ago before he donned the name of MYOJIN, he was far from who he would become. The arrogance of the flamboyant blonde was preceded by a dark-haired, timid, teenager. One that would always try to blend in and stay out of trouble, keep to himself. Though ironically, that’s what made him about to a rather easier target. While he usually tried to avoid attention, there was no way to really avoid it now. Especially when a group of assholes was doing their best to antagonize him.

Shouta sat in the grass after being shoved down against a tree. Gritting his teeth with a tense look of both fright and anger, though he stared at the ground as the group surrounded him. The leader was from the high school’s football team, he recognized.

“Come on! Get up, do something!” The bully shouted again before grabbing Shouta by the collar and bringing him up to his feet again. “You know karate ‘n shit, huh?! Well, why aren’t you doing anything, karate boy?!”

His group of friends started to laugh. Shouta wanted to do something, he wanted to defend himself- He wanted to move… but he couldn’t. For some realize, as hard as his heartbeat, he felt paralyzed as if he were made of stone. Why wasn’t he fighting back? Why couldn’t he make himself swing? He knew how to kick someone’s head off, he knew joint manipulation, he was taught all these ways of self-defense and how to systematically break down the human body bone by bone… But he couldn’t even make a noise, his eyes widened with fear as he simply stood there.

Shouta was a loser, a coward.

The bully began raising a fist up, cocking it back. Shouta winced and expected to feel a right hook land across his face- but as it nearly made contact, a voice not too far from the altercation rung out.

“Hey. Get your hands off of him. Right. Now.”

It was his older brother, Satoshi, who came marching toward the group with a glare. Unlike Shouta, he was big, strong, intimidating. Enough to make some of the group back off and the bully that had Shouta by the collar let go. “...Tch.”

Satoshi eyed the group as they began to back away. The leader huffed and place his hands in his pockets, walking back. It was easy to pick on someone easy, not so much when a senior known for getting into fights showed up.

“Pricks, always trying to start shit...You alright, Shouta?” The older brother asked toward him. A look of concern flashed on his face as he eyed Shouta, checking if he had been hurt or not. It finally felt like he was able to catch his breath. He simply grimaced as he ran his hand through his hair.

“I.. I couldn’t do anything… I tried, but.. Why am I such a coward?” He muttered quietly, placing his knees up against his chest. Satoshi kneeled down next to him.

“Hey, it's.. not that big of a deal. Those baka aren't worth fighting anyways. All bark, no bite.”

“You shouldn't have to fight my battles for me! I'm so useless-” His voice cracked as he brought his head into his hands. “I'm not like you, or Akira, or dad- I'm… I'm not strong at all- and I hate it!”

There wasn't a worse feeling in the world than feeling pathetic and weak. In a family who prided themselves on their strength as fighters, Shouta felt like he didn't fit in- that he was born into the wrong lineage. After all, someone as pitiful as him didn't fit that description. If he couldn't even muster the courage to fight for himself, what was the point?

Satoshi sat down next to him with a frown, placing an arm around his shoulder gently. A moment of silence passed between the two, after all, what could be said?

“How about… you and me go train sometime when we're both free? Just the two of us?”

Shouta looked up, “Huh?”

“You want to get strong? I'll help. You"ve learned all these techniques but never once have actually had to fight someone, yeah? Well, that changes soon.” Satoshi stood, helping Shouta up.

“You're not weak. Don't ever say that, lil bro. Hold your head high. Once we're finished, you won't have to take shit like guys from that again when you kick their ass.”

“Really?”

“Really. Now, c'mon. Let's head home.” Satoshi gave him a pat on the shoulder as he walked toward his car. Shouta looked around, dusting himself off.

Right then and there, he knew he would never want to feel so powerless again. To never be paralyzed like that again. A promise that he would keep to himself- to always be able to hold his high.

-----------------

And he kept true to that promise. The Shining Star had grown since then. Going from someone who could barely hold eye contact with others to a larger than life persona who feared no one. A complete metamorphosis and rebirth. A fighter that could hold his head high.

“明神 (MYŌJIN).”

The camera fades into the very familiar blonde. He sat in a throne in a classical room. His legs were crossed as he studied the polish on his fingernails dismissively, before his eyes- fitted with icy blue eye contacts, turned toward the camera.

“A very important word from my native language and the Shinto religion. It's a title given to the Japanese gods, meaning ‘shining deity’.” His other gloved hand ran down his chin lightly. A handsome smile appearing on his face.

“You could say that's a very egotistical thing for me to name myself- but I didn't give myself that name. No, I earned it. Throughout my career in the octagon of fighting against the best there is, never quitting, and always giving the best fight I could- I was titled that. I promised myself long ago that I would start anew and grow stronger when I was weak and vulnerable. I made sure that after years of being talked down and treated like I'm nothing, that I would never allow myself to be a target or a victim again.”

“Clash of the Titans admittedly did not go the way I was hoping it would, but you know what? At first, I was rather upset about my loss. Enraged, even. Though.. After a while? I grew pretty satisfied with my performance! After all, at the end of the day, I did what I said I would; I would leave the entirety of OWA with an unforgettable debut. I mean, yes, my debut was on Atlantis and Kingdom, but I mean- I really showed my worth. Outside of dealing with jokes like Ogden and the other emos, I made sure that I wouldn't be forgettable.”

“...Can't really the say the same for yourself, can you, Ryo?” The Shining Star giggled, covering his mouth with the sly narrowing of his eyes.

“I mean, I've noticed a very continuous trend with you when I first arrived at OWA. You fail… a lot. Darling, you're more consistent at laying down for people that you might as well be enhancement talent. You get stepped down by everyone and yet try to keep up this facade of bravado and rugged masculinity when you just might be the biggest beta male in this company- and that's saying something after standing in the ring with Solomon Caine. So I made a note to never be like you. You're like, the example a parent points to when they're scolding their kids about keeping their grades up pr else they'll end up like you.”

MYOJIN leaned back in his chair, tilting his head with his grin widening. “I guess you didn't appreciate the blessing I gave you on your forehead? I wonder how long that took to wash off.”

“I knew you'd be upset when we inevitably faced. Which was my goal- I wanted to see if maybe I could get you fired up, that you'd actually do something for once. Which you did! You actually managed to get decently far in the Clash, but you didn't win it. Funny how you mention I didn't either but ignore the fact that you came up short as well- But that's your… thing isn't it? You ignore your losses, you ignore your failures. You play pretend with the hopes that everyone else will also do so.”

“I can't tell if your lackey is delusional or is just trying to gas you up, but honey, if I was looking to use a credible name as a stepping stone- I'd go to literally anyone else who has, you know, some success here? The idea that I only have a little bit of talent in your eyes, while poor old Ryo hasn't done anything worthwhile, is hysterical. Sweetheart, I've won two awards and two championships last year- one title I'm still currently defending. I know you like to build a narrative where you seem like God's greatest gift, but.. Let's be real, sweetheart. You need me more than I need you. A win over me? Which you wouldn't get ever, by the way- would propel your stagnating career. A fight against me would do wonders for you. For me? This is just another warmup. Another exhibition. I beat you? I honestly get nothing besides another win added to my record.”

MYOJIN shrugged.

“I hate to be the one to break it to you, but no one here really gives that much of a fuck about you. You have a cute face and hair that belongs to a twelve-year-old boy from 2009, that's about you're only notable qualities.”

“Sure, you're bigger than me. You have some super flashy moves to your arsenal. But me? I'm a technical virtuoso. I'll capitalize on every mistake, every bad landing, or injury and take advantage of. That's the difference between me and you, under my pretty ass face is a killer instinct ready to strike at any moment and take victory. All it takes is a few slip ups, and I'll tear the muscles in your leg apart.”

“As for Jacob Striker…?” MYOJIN blinked.

“Who the hell cares about Striker? I beat him. I made him tap out to win the Territorial title. That's about all there is to it. Why are you focused on someone who doesn't matter between us? Do you have a bad attention span too, Ryo?”

“You're just in the way. Another moron in a place where he's way out of his own league. A wannabe tough guy who thinks just because he's from New York that makes him a badass. That's okay, though. Because once it's all set and done, and I leave you unconscious in the ring- I'll leave you with another blessing of mine written on your forehead. Maybe the second time around if you accept it, you'll finally get somewhere.”

“I would call you a stepping stone, but.. That'd imply that you're capable of doing something right.”

With a wink, the Shining Star blew a kiss in the most patronizing, bitchy way possible. Fade out.

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

Re: OWA Promos February 19th 2021, 4:20 pm by **Gwen Harper**

Kingdom Promo #2

The Dark Knight Comes Too Pass

The dark knight has come

Fighting for his moment

Fighting for his glory

Fighting for his thrown

Fighting is all he has ever known

From a mere boy

Being raised by the wolves

Living in the darkness for just too long

Something just went so wrong

The scene opens inside an old medieval like armory. Most of the relics lay broken and rusted on the floor but in the center of the room, a spotlight shining down on it, stands a full set of armor. From the distance we first see it, it appears to be pristine, shining. But as the camera moves closer. The dents, scratches, patches of rust and time worn areas come into focus. There is a plaque just to its side, and it clearly reads DREADKNIGHT.

Tell me Bishop, what it is that you fight for. One asks because as he sits waiting, and listening he is seeing that there may be conflicting paths your battles take and I for one am worried for you. Here I sit, wanting to fight the master fighter, go toe to toe and round for round with the best. But does the best fighter fight for himself, for others, for glory, for praise? I am lacking your direction and it fills me with pause and I need but to reflect for the moment and seek to understand you on a simpler level. For the longer I ponder over you and your hubris, I am left seeing less and less of the King you mention and more and more a broken vessel which longs to be remembered for who he was not who he is.

My words I am speaking, they do not come to you in malice but Michael there seems to be an imbalance in the way you portray yourself. Yes We all see you are a strong fighter but your claims of dominance are lacking in proof and fervor. Take a moment if you would and listen to me, for this bard wishes to impose on you a different view of the Grand Outlaw King and it will leave the masses seeing that your time as champion is dwindling. It is time for you to see Bishop that this is not a resurgence but the last hurrah of a dying breed. One that yes will give you a legacy but not the one you have been seeking. But one that will show the OWT troops that even on the back legs of a storied career you can and do find ways to win at times and carry on. But it always ends the same, the younger, more able step up to the table and we take from our elders our place in history.

The dark knight has come

Fighting for his moment

Fighting for his glory

Fighting for his thrown

Fighting is all he has ever known

Was it a death so desperately

Forever in misery

A loves tragedy

Is always so sad to see

Into the frame walks Sam Ogden. He slowly circles around the standing armor, kicking old pieces out of his way as he examines what is before him. His black gloved hand reaches up, a finger trailing along parts of the metal, a small piece breaks away internally from old age and wear and tear the armor shows.

The evidence you see is starting to mount up Michael. It is becoming more and more evident that your body can not handle the load you try to impose upon it. Perhaps, were it younger, less beaten and broken, this would be more than a token effort on your part. And I hear in the background, they denying and defying what I am saying. You fight and you fight and you win and you sunder but it leaves me to wonder just how and why you glaze over the currents to push your achievements from the past to show you are more than capable now. I know part of why you speak of your victories is to warn me of whats coming, but what's coming in my eyes is not the man who won those battles, but the man who has suffered through them to reach where he is now. Winning battles does not mean you win the war and there is no man alive that wins the War against the aged body and fatigue that comes when you simply go and go for far too long.

What is true, is the coming of the storm before you. I Am here, in my youth, my prime. Ready to be the voice of reason. To show the world that while you are still good, your good is just not good enough to lead the roster or to be a valuable king. I do not say this simply to insult you, I bring proof of my ramblings and will share it all with you. Opening your eyes to what your future will truly hold as I rip your last triumphs from your fingers and leave you beaten and broken more than you already are. Your body is failing you Michael, we both know it and as I continue so to will the world around us.

The dark knight has come

Fighting for his moment

Fighting for his glory

Fighting for his thrown

Fighting is all he has ever known

The not so dead family

A murder held with in their arms

With no recourse

With no remorse

Ogden has stopped pacing around the armor and now stands just over its right shoulder. His blue eyes pierce into the camera with a mile long stare. One hand rests on the armour's opposite shoulder and he leans in as if whispering into the ear of the old metal before him.

Where did it all begin Bishop. Can you remember when the ending began? To you, it was more of a reboot, a restart, but you were already a decade or more into your career when it happened. I speak of course of when your knee was obliterated, shattered and sundered and you were left in a heap, your future uncertain. Full reconstructed but never the same it is but a target as you continue the game. It left you broken and shallow and wondering what ifs that many men would never see to again. But you trained and you recovered and came back with a vengeance and tore though those who had cost you time. And while victorious as you clamoured and battled, those battles were long and hard fought to win. Winning was something that had been so easy before and now you could barely claim victory but in name since your body was as broken as the others who came.

And each lingering battle added to the scars on the flesh as you tried and you tried to still be the best Michael. But the victories you grabbed became your shield, you were as good as you were because you were winning again. But with each passing battle it became more and more clear to those who were watching and waiting, that you body was not up for the rigors you put it through. Take for instance over at the pirates land. SSW, you were also champion there and along came a pirate by the name Jay Jones, who took everything you had and gave it right back and at the end of the battle He raised his hand to glory, as the sun set in your Rising Sun reign. Your body betrayed you here as it will yet again when we cross paths.

The dark knight has come

Fighting for his moment

Fighting for his glory

Fighting for his thrown

Fighting is all he has ever known

He's the alternate ending

As the light comes to pass

Shadows lurk

They shouldn't be disturbed

Let them rest in peace

But what was more telling was a battle more recent, you went up against a man by the name of Solomon Caine. He beat you and broke you and rose to the flame of challenge and even though you were then on your last ounce of strength you pulled from it a victory at the last possible moment. But this man he had your number throughout and laid into you with a vigor you can only dream about having now. He took you past your limit and made a mistake that allowed you to grasp briefly for the moment to win. But here is the presser and what you need to fear, I too fought that man but the outcome was much different. Barely a scratch was he able to muster as we fought and we battled and I stood taller. What does that say to what I will do to you, if you could barely beat a man I had no trouble with? You are coming to see what I intend to do, to show you the end of the road. This load you have carried be your burden no longer, I bring you peace at the end of your arduous journey, one where you can savor your time and not be hampered by it.

The dark knight has come

Fighting for his moment

Fighting for his glory

Fighting for his thrown

Fighting is all he has ever known

Festered hate fills his eyes

As he is victimized

By those desecrated his loves ones grave

Becoming of the nightly terrors

Sam now moves to the front of the armor and picks up an old mace that was lying near by. He rolls it in his hands slowly as he looks back to the camera.

And you losing is nothing new to you either. Why just this past clash you were beaten mid rumble. Your shoulders were pinned by Theodore Pavel and he took from you your kingdom and crown and the match you were in was barely a fawn at the time. You were batterer and beaten from corner to post by every man around you and while you were lost and stumbling around fate smiled upon you and allowed you to find just enough traction to reclaim your crown. But did you hear the words of your peers when they summed up your clash with the words “At least he walks out outlaw champion” That's because they could see the clash was no option for you to win and they belittle you down to the belt you had lost and lucked your way back into claiming.

You see Michael Bishop, I am but a check to your broken reality. Your body is broken though your mind is strong and it will fail you and leave you defeated when you square up to me. All the wars you have fought and barely survived will be nothing compared to what awaits you inside. The way that I mangle and twist you around and my fists will bring clarity to what I have spoken. You will not surmount and conquer this army. Do you understand just what stands before you? I am vigor and life and all that you lack. You carry the burden of your past like a badge of honor but it has left you weakened and ripe for the picking. The Outlaw title is but a means to your end and I am seeking to rend it from the tips of your fingers and to see the look of hate in your eyes as I lay you down and end your would be romantic finish to a languished career. You claim to be kind to be superman. I am the kryptonite held in your hand.

I seek but to show you the truth of my words and by doing so I walk out of Kingdom the New Outlaw Champion for my shoulder are broad enough to carry the burden of needing to fight twenty four seven and when we are done you can bask in moments and perhaps there be more your tank can muster. But the Outlaws will no longer bend to your rule and when you wish to try me again you will find the same, even at your best you would not be game enough to stop my music and my words that ring out to the masses. Like the spider was quoted, welcome to my parlor of truth Michael Bishop, here before me you find nothing but sadness, your crown will be broken and your lands bathed in your blood and a new king will rise to rule. Outlaws beware for a new Tyrant is coming.

Suddenly there is a hint of rage in the cold stare of Ogden’s eyes. He lets out a howl as he rears the mace back and slams it into the chest of the standing armor. The years of wear and rush are no match for the solid strike and the armor crumples and shatters falling to the ground. The camera zooms in on the gloves hand of Ogden as it leans down picking up what is left of the knights helmet. Broken and cracked and all but useless, Ogden hangs it upon the plaque, leaving the viewer a glimpse at what will be left of the broken Dreadknight.

The dark knight has come

Fighting for his moment

Fighting for his glory

Fighting for his thrown

Fighting is all he has ever known

Poem by John David Bastian

Re: OWA Promos February 19th 2021, 4:06 pm by **Michael Bishop**

// Someone’s getting surgery, I’m at the hospital. I’ll format it when I’m back at my PC, sorry for the ugly ass promo.

You seem to be terribly mistaken, Ogden, so let me make myself clear. The ground I walk upon was not stolen or taken out of greed, it was won, earned, and conquered by force of will. You try to paint yourself in some holy light, that you’re ascending to the heavens, this is your divine right, this is your path, this is your moment of ascension to some higher plane….. You act as if the uneducated, straight fuckin’ shit coming out of your mouth is anything more than the ramblings of a man caught far out of his element. You claim to know something the rest didn’t You claim to be enlightened, you made the fatal slip. You said the same shit everyone else has said.

False prophet, Paper Champion, an old man fighting far past his expiration date, wearing titles he didn’t earn.

I don’t know what rock you’ve been living under for the last 10 years Ogden, I don’t know how you sat under there before pulling on those latex black gloves and deciding to ride the lightning that is the Outlaw Division- So sit the fuck down and listen close, because I’m going to fucking educate you.

Fighting has been part of human nature since we were crawling, balling up your fist and striking your fellow man for greed, anger, or psychotic rage has been part of our genetic DNA since we wielded sticks and stones. Everyone wearing a pair of tights or some gloves tries to act holier than thou- as if what we do today is different than the poor fighters forced into the colleseums, made to fight for screaming masses. Made to spill the blood of their fellow man. It’s not. No amount of sob stories, heart felt speeches, or confetti will ever change that what we do is the same thing good old Spartacus did before he cut the heads off every politician.

Gladiatorial Combat, Cage Fighting, Mixed Martial Arts- Combat Sports. It’s part of our being, it runs into our blood. You can either deny it, or accept it. Embrace the hunger and rage that lives deep within you or crawl into a corner. When you’re hit, the next few seconds will define who the fuck you are. Whether you flinch and cower, cover up and cry for help. Or raise your fists, drop him on his ass, and beat him until you take what is fucking yours!!!

Even now just talking about it just gets me fucking fired up!!! I’ve been doing this since I was a kid, for 20 fucking years now!! Mothafuckas love to act like this is a lifelong commitment, their calling, they recite the scripture I’ve been writing for decades now. They walk the walk I’ve been walking. Look back in the documentaries of every great to strap on a pair of fingerless gloves, look at the legends being honored at events, standing for a cheering audience. All before they sit back down, in that chair, in retirement. Do you wonder who ended the golden age of fighting? Do you ever wonder why those legends went into retirement and stayed into retirement?

Let me educate you, ogden. At the end of every reign, the end of every career, the end of every run a fighter has is an opponent. The opponent will ever be slain like a cattle, or derail their career so bad they never come back. They will either be the stepping stone, or the wall. The cattle or the wolf- Look at the reign of every light heavyweight, heavyweight, scroll down the pages of every man to call themselves the baddest motherfucker on the planet and you will see me. You will see a picture of me. You will see me standing tall, my hand raised, covered in their blood, standing over them as I sent them out with a whimper. As I pummeled and broke them, as I shattered the aura they had with the fucking hammer I’ve been weilding since I wasn’t even a fuckin’ man.

You say that I’m not a great, I’m not a legend, I’m just some guy who got lucky well we both know you’re dead fucking wrong. Combat sports is a cruel, a deadly, but a fair game. You’re either on top of your game, making the right shots, making the right calls, honing your craft, being 10 steps ahead, 5 steps lateral, and constantly thinking of ways to outmanuver, outstrike, and beat down worldbeaters or you yourself will be slaughtered in front of the world and the only person you have to blame is yourself.

The legacy I have left, the road I have paved, the bodies I have stacked aren’t by luck, it wasn’t done as a fluke or a one hit wonder- It was done out of years of grit, years of blood, sweat, years of getting my skull cracked and coming back. Years of suppressing all the anxiety, all the fear all the rage to allow that ruthless calculus that every championkiller needs to take over.

When I get in there I don’t scream, puff out my chest, act like some. I’m the best of the best, the king of the outlaws, the last great of the 4oz gloves because I’ve harness the flowstate of kill, die repeat, deconstruct, embarass, and outclass. Everyone talks about being above everyone else, about being a level abnove the rest, you don’t get to say that unless you show it. You don’t have the liberty to preach like you’re the man, until you’ve beaten the bricks off so many mothafuckers the only thing they hear when they say your name is “Oh Fuck”. When they hear my name, they say “Oh Fuck”, when they see me on the other end of that Vs they say “God No”, when they stand across from me, they whisper “God Please”. When I’m standing over them, against their will, beating them down on the canvas as the world cheers, as the crowd yells for more, as they hold their hands up, and beg me to stop, beg me for the chance they never had, beg me to give them an inch so they even might have a fuckin’ chance to leave this with their skin, only then do they realize they fucked around with the devil, and they found out.

I am not a false prophet, I am the end. The omega. I am the one who comes to collect from every champion, every great, and every fighter worth a god damn fight. I am not a Titan, I am a titanslayer. So when you enter the waning hours of your reign, the twilight years of your career, behold the white horse motherfucker because when I come walking down that ramp, I don’t do so out of fear, out of anger, I walk with the weight of armaggeddon itself, a dozen disciplines, a dozen styles, every step I have taken, I’ve taken into wars many, many times, and the strikes I carry aren’t punches, they’re the scythe that has cut down world class fighters, dedicated champions, and challengers hungrier, stronger, and smarter than you.

In a word or pin falls, I carved a win streak by stopping men clean

Jacob Knight met me in my world, and I buried him.

My son Maelstrom tried to tread on me, and I buried him

Cloud Matsuda tried to tear me down and make me part of her accolades, and I carved her up, and buried her

The Queen tried to beat me in my own world, I faced her, I cheered her up, and I buried her

I beat the Nightmare King Havoc when no one else has, no one else could, and I made it look easy

I cut down the Spartan champion JD just like I have every other Spartan champion I’ve faced, and I made it look easy

I have defended this title again, and again, putting it all out on the line and at the end of that line, at the end of the day, I have stood tall.

You sign that contract, you sign your own obituary. You walk into that ring you will end up in a morgue. Fuck around and find out, son, because the second you tried to tread on the dead, I will send you home in a fucking box!!!

I am the alpha and omega of all fighters, everyone who tries to call that cage their own. I am proven, I am tested, I am battle hardened, and even in my older age I continue to out pace, out class, and outmatch every motherfucket again, and again, through grit, through obsession, through focus ness, precision rage, and unbridled ruthlessness

I am the fighting champion, I am the dominant champion, I am the three time Outlaw Champion. For a fucking reason, that I have carved into the back, spines, ribs, and souls of every man telling the tale that they are here to collect, they are here bearing the receipt, they are the man to put down Michael Bishop.

Man have tried, all have failed. Look at the clash, look at the Great War, look at the battle with Solomon and learn that you can not keep me down. Just as I have done again and again, gotten back up every time, broke the handcuffs that chained me to that asylum door.

I will forge my own fate, I will wage my war, I will continue to wave this banner high, hold this title high, and match forward into the future. As the Gladiator , freed. As the Revenant, reborn. As the boogeyman of Kingdom, the King of the outlaws. And when that war in the steel cage is over, when that bell rings three, I will stand tall through the pain, through the blood, and cry- AND STILL!!!

AND STILL!!!

-Unbroken

-Unmatched

-And absolutely Un-Fuckin-disputed

The Outlaw King, atop a pyramid of skulls, an empire of steel, blood, and ultra violence. The apex predator who returned to a roster of killers and world class fighters, and staked his claim, cut out his own spot with fear and retribution for all!!

So bring your receipt,

Tell your tales of false prophets. You’ll learn first hand that the old man from Chicago has fought the last 20 years like a young man, and 20 years more even better.

See you soon, Fighter

Re: OWA Promos February 19th 2021, 3:37 pm by **MrOtaku2399**

[size=40]The fluorescent glow of the lights make the lone figure slumped over on the counter barely visible. they pull themselves up to a sitting position as they motion for something.[/size]

[size=40]?: "how long ya plan on staying here?"[/size]

[size=40]??: "till ya kick me out! now where's my damned drink?"[/size]

[size=40]?: "that's enough Sin. you've already had 10 shots."[/size]

[size=40]Sin: "shaddup an' make yerselfa good bartender!"[/size]

[size=40]Bartender: "here's some water Sin. it's time to sober up. besides don't you have that new side gig on earth?"[/size]

[size=40]Sin: "ah fine! give me the water you damn party pooper."[/size]

[size=40]he gulps the glass down almost as soon as he gets it. he reaches into a pocket and pulls out a lighter and small box. he opens the box and pulls out a white stick. he lights it as he takes a draw from it.[/size]

[size=40]Sin: "yeah, i got this wrestling thing going on, on the side. what of it?"[/size]

[size=40]Bartender: "nothing… just seems a bit odd for you of all people to take to that line of work."[/size]

[size=40]Sin: "what does that mean?"[/size]

[size=40]he says as the stick glows orange and smoke emits from his nose.[/size]

[size=40]Bartender: "you know i didn't mean any harm by it. besides if it was money you wanted you could just work here."[/size]

[size=40]sin chuckles to himself at the statement.[/size]

[size=40]Sin: "being nosey as always i see. it's not the money i'm after. i got a lead on him."[/size]

[size=40]Bartender: "ah, i see."[/size]

[size=40]Sin: "supposedly he's on earth or went through that ways a while back. from what i've found out he's been getting into wrestling, so i thought why not try ta sniff out some more info and earn a little meal after every show."[/size]

[size=40]Bartender: "what do you mean by little meal?"[/size]

[size=40]Sin: "hotdogs. some earth food they pay wrestlers with."[/size]

[size=40]Bartender: "that's… they don't do that Sin."[/size]

[size=40]Sin: "what?! you mean i'm not even getting paid for this?!"[/size]

[size=40]Bartender: "no no, you will. just not in hotdogs."[/size]

[size=40]Sin: "how'd you know though?"[/size]

[size=40]Bartender: "my past is just as mysterious as yours my friend."[/size]

[size=40]Sin: "well whatever. who even cares about the hotdogs thing? not like i was looking forward to trying one or anything."[/size]

[size=40]Bartender: "you totally were."[/size]

[size=40]Sin: "shaddup! 'sides i got my first singles match coming up. i don't even know how to wrestle! do i just hit 'em hard till they stop moving? or make 'em tap out?"[/size]

[size=40]Bartender: "pretty much. just… don't kill any of them."[/size]

[size=40]Sin: "i'm not that stupid! shit i don't even speak or understand any earth languages. how'm i gonna even know what the striped guy is saying?"[/size]

[size=40]Bartender: "just wing it."[/size]

[size=40]Sin: "wing it?"[/size]

[size=40]Bartender: "yeah just like you always do."[/size]

[size=40]Sin: "i guess it's gotten the job done so far…"[/size]

[size=40]he finishes before getting up and walking to the door.[/size]

[size=40]Bartender: "will i see you anytime soon?"[/size]

[size=40]Sin: "probably not."[/size]

[size=40]Bartender: "stay safe sin."[/size]

[size=40]Sin: "you know i will Deam. i'll catch ya later friend."[/size]

[size=40]he waves as he heads outside. outside, he takes his keys out of his pocket and walks towards his vehicle. he presses a button and a large ramp drops down as he walks into an old looking spaceship. [/size]

[size=40]once inside he pulls up a screen and swipes it a few times. we hear a rumble before a loud roar. he takes off from the floating bar that we now see was on a moon.[/size]

[size=40]Sin: "Jacob Knight, eh?"[/size]

[size=40]now out of the moons gravitational pull, he's heading off towards a bright dot in an ocean of darkness full of them.[/size]

[size=40]Sin: "you can talk all the crap ya want, but once that bell rings i'll show ya what a real fight is like."[/size]

[size=40]he laughs.[/size]

[size=40]Sin: "sure i ain't wrestled a day in my life, but i'm a bounty hunter. i've fought and killed things your mind couldn't even think of."[/size]

[size=40]Sin: "so doubt me. disrespect me and think i'm an opponent that'll be an easy win. i don't care. hell i don't even care if i win or not, as long as i can get one step closer ta him."[/size]

[size=40]Sin: "i'll see ya soon kid, just don't get mad when i knock yer teeth out."[/size]

Re: OWA Promos February 18th 2021, 11:57 pm by **Daisy Thrash**

Surrounded By Idiots

The scene opens in a nondescript, run-of-the-mill hotel room. Daisy is sitting at the desk, in casual clothing, using her phone to record herself. At first, she’s sniggering a bit. This then crescendos into full blown laughter.

“Are you serious? Is this really happening right now? All it takes is one little mention of the wife and you hide behind your manager? Hmm, doesn’t exactly scream ‘baddest Green-Eyed Devil’ to me. I think yellow’s a little more your color. Ok, I guess I’ll address Dumb first, I’ll get to Dumber a little later. First of all, did you seriously name your kid River Phoenix? Now she’s gonna hear ‘like that famous guy who overdosed?’ for the rest of her life. Really set your kid up for success there, didn’t you? Second, why do you feel like you can ignore me so easily? I’m making you the most relevant you’ve been in your entire career. Someone in your position should be preparing day and night to notch a victory this huge. Instead, you’re chatting with the family and ‘refocusing’. If you don’t put in any time for yourself, I won’t give you any time out there. You won’t even put in the effort to address me properly. You just decided to be lazy and let Little Poppa do it for you. Alrighty, Dumber. Looks like I’m moving on to you now.”

“How can one person be so wrong? Let me count the ways. My neck may have gotten broken, but my brain’s working just fine. And as I recall, the table Andrea Valentine went through wasn’t on fire. So I don’t know what the hell you were watching there. But that doesn’t even hold a candle to your much bigger mistake. I don’t know how you missed this, maybe you were jerking off or something. But Tyler Wolfe is a WOMAN, you fucking moron! A far better wrestler than your client and even she wasn’t able to keep me down. I may be one monstrous bitch but at least I can do proper research! If you're supposed to be the brains of the operation, it’s no wonder Nakita’s a failure. Ask the Banshee? Apparently after that powerbomb, she was in so much pain that she…made it to the final three after eliminating Stephanie goddamn Matsuda. Ask Hana? No point, she’s so honed in on Rebecca Brookes that nothing else registers, especially Nakita DuBov. Oh, oh, but she was able to eliminate Azurine, you say. So she can steal candy from a baby and shoot fish in a barrel? Oh noes, I’m so scared! As for my Clash performance? I won’t deny that cramming all the ‘surprise’ competitors into the beginning was a stupid move on the bookers’ part. But this kind of thing is nothing new. If I had a dollar for every stupid booking decision I’ve ever seen, I’d be able to run Bezos out of business. Speaking of the early birds, you remember Sweet Roxy entering? The LAW Champion with the record-breaking reign? Diantha would’ve never been able to toss her out if I hadn’t kicked her right in the dome. So, honestly speaking, Diantha would’ve never won if I hadn’t helped. You’re welcome, Miss Back to Back! You know what, I might as well throw my two cents in about that triple threat match. Seems like the narrative you’re going with is that she would’ve won if that dastardly Liz Karlson hadn’t stolen the win. I have to ask, if she’s truly as dominant as you proclaim she is, shouldn’t she have easily been able to take care of Liz? Would’ve been cake for me, since unlike your Fem Phenom I actually know how triple threats work. But you know what the funniest thing is? Even you couldn’t gas up her win over Devi Krysis. Even you know how absolutely worthless it was. So spare me the ‘impending dominance’ crap. We both know it’s just a cop out for yet another underachiever.”

Daisy shifts position in her chair.

“I’ll preface what I’m about to say with this: I don’t respect you or Nakita and I never will. You don’t know a damn thing about what it’s like to be in my profession. All you are is a mouthpiece and a glorified paper pusher. At least I’m doing something great with my life. For someone like me, a little pain during bad weather isn’t enough to make me stray from my path to the mountaintop. It certainly used to suck to be me. I used to be the nice girl. I’d shake hands backstage, pander to the crowd, and never ever go outside the rules. I didn’t work for sympathy because I knew that fickle audience would lose that sympathy in a matter of weeks. Of course I changed, Captain Obvious. You and your fellow parrot sure love to repeat everything I say, but never manage to get to the heart of things. Rotting away in that hospital bed all alone pissed me off. It gave me the fuel to rocket myself back into the game. Breaking my neck didn’t slow me down, it forced me to change the way I do things. Change is the only way I will evolve. This isn’t a comeback, this is me surpassing myself. And I will continue to surpass myself until I have conquered the entirety of OWA. And if I become quadriplegic or even kick the bucket in that ring, so be it. I can think of worse ways to die, like lung cancer or my liver shutting down. Yeah, I’m aware that I can lose any match I’m in. That’s part of the risk. But defeated? Never. Being defeated is all in the mind. I am in this business until the wheels fall off because I’m just that tenacious. That’s something about me that’s never changed. That little voice you talked about? Doesn’t exist anymore. I stomped it out like a bug. I will not be defeated. I will leave a legacy I can be proud of. And it all starts with nabbing my first win on Odyssey. Don’t be heading to Vegas with your bet. It’ll cost you more than your 24k magic. You wanna know who my mama is? My mama is someone who isn’t stupid enough to name her daughter River Phoenix. My mama is someone who knows she didn’t raise a quitter.”

“You two are right about something, though. It is Thrash Time. It’s my time! And Nakita, you should be honored to even be a footnote!”

The phone is lowered to the table Daisy can be heard muttering “Where do they even find these dumbasses?” before the video ends.

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, Michael Bishop, "The Golden Voice", Jeff X and The Banshee have spoken. It’s such good shit!

We start off on dead air, and then a tap and a hiss. The camera clips up, and we see Elizabeth Karlson, dressed in a Dead To Rights brewing t-shirt with a can of Witch’s Brew in her left hand. She swirls it around as she thinks of her first few words, considering exactly what to say as the camera closes in on her.

“Alright,” She sighs. “Let’s talk about Clash, right? I didn’t win. Heartbreakin’ and all, but it’ll be what it is. I won’t spill any tears about it-really, no reason to. Lotsa competitive women in that match, Diantha was a fuckin’ legend, if anyone was gonna take it it shoulda been her. It’ll be what it is. Lethal American Title at Collision Course? Lost that one, too. Jessica Hendrix could’ve been my big ticket-but she wasn’t. She won’t be. All props to her, though.”

Liz sighs.

“The truth is, outside of this?” Liz motions down to her shirt. “I’ve been atta loss recently. Ain’t been able to scrape together many wins, even if I’m still undefeated on Odyssey. Even if I’ve still got a lotta fight left in me for comin’ to this brand, I’m not showin’ much for it recently, am I? I’ve got a mountain to scale, still. I’ve got some steps to take. I promised i’d use this opportunity to get outta Graham’s shadow, but judgin’ by how both of us placed in our respective Clashes, well...guess I fell a little short ‘a that promise, didn’t I?”

Another momentary silence.

“But fortunately...things are lookin’ up when it comes to the next episode of our own show, aren’t they? I get to face off with the debutin’ Kimberly Chase. Kimberly, I don’t know much about you, but from what I’ve seen, you’re more content to be eye-candy than a legitimate competitor. Hangin’ off the arm of...whoever you’re hangin’ around nowadays, be it Ramses or Colt Montoya. You’ve got an arsenal with ya’, but so do the rest of us. You’ve got an opportunity ahead of ‘ya if you become the first girl in this company to put me on my ass one on one, but you’re not as hungry for that as many others would be.

We got many eyes watchin’ the two of us, specifically lookin’ at my back when we’re facin’ off. I’d love to say this’ll be a competitive bout, that i’ll be lookin’ for an evenly-matched fight an’ to give both of us as much fuckin’ shine as I can muster, but...that’s not true. In fact, I’m gonna dump this sad-girl bullshit an’ get to the point of all of this;

Because you’re not a thread, Kimberly.”

Liz glances up, swirling the Witch’s Brew around in her right hand as she does so.

“I don’t know who the fuck over at Odyssey thought it was a wise fuckin’ plan to line you up against me for your debut match, your first tussle in the big time, but I’m goin’ to show ‘em it was a hell of a mistake. I’m gonna cave your fuckin’ head in. I’m gonna beat you pitch to post an’ then fuckin’ some. You know why? Because it’s like I said, like every stupid cunt i’ve had to toss around ‘cept for Hana, because she’s a sweetie. You don’t belong here. You’re lookin’ to coast off, well, your looks an’ the arm-candy you attach yourself to, but that’s now how we fuckin’ fly over here. I had to drag myself up by my bootstraps, tryin’ to get away from the men who’d tried to build me up. To see you content to sit where you are? Leave us where we are? You’re holdin’ us back, and when I say us, I don’t just mean me, I don’t just mean the whole roster, I mean the whole of our fuckin’ collective. We want to be legitimate competitors, we want to fight every strong competitor, regardless of gender-but you? You’re content to be an add-on, an attachment. The fries at the bottom of the bag someone tosses away when they finish eatin’ the sandwich.

You’re dogshit, Kim. And don’t let anyone tell you different.”

You’ve been in this business for less than a year, an’ spent it bein’ passed from guy to guy as an accessory to whatever fuckery your better half was pullin’ off, but that kinda shit ain’t gonna get you a win over me. This wasn’t an easy debut, this wasn’t even a challengin’ debut for you, this was Kimberly Chase bein’ fed feet-first into a fuckin’ meat-grinder called LK. This was a rebound for me, somethin’ I can swallow whole an’ get over quickly before I begin ascendin’ once again. I’d compare you to Nikita Dubov, but honestly? You make her look like Alyssa Grace. A bonafide fuckin’ legend in the making. She at least put up a fight!

But you?

You won’t do shit.”

Liz takes a swig from the Witch’s Brew, and then points a finger at the camera.

“Because the fuckin’ reality of it is that you’re gonna lose this match, piss and moan about it, an’ move on with your career ‘til you float out of OWA and into the next company willin’ to fish you out of the fuckin’ water. I’m gonna move on past this, as I fuckin’ do, because you’re just a road block. You’re just a dam blockin’ my ocean. You’re shit, you’re always gonna be shit, an I’m moments away from becoming somethin’ so much fuckin’ greater then you could ever fathom.

I am a Goddess.

You..are not.

So please, Kim, tell me why I’m fuckin’ wrong. Tell me why I don’t get this. Tell me that your man Ramsses is gonna be with you, watchin’ as I beat every drop of blood out of that empty fuckin’ head of yours, as I break every bone in your face. We’ll see how much he cares for you, loves you, when I fuckin’ disfigure you. I’m not going to let some stupid self-absorbed cunt stall my ascent to greatness. I’m not gonna let you be the thing blockin’ my path to La Llorona, or Becky Brookes, or whoever I end up chasin’ after next.

I mean, fuck-I’m a sponsored athlete. I don’t have time to wait around and entertain pieces of shit like you!

So I’m gonna do what I do-beat your ass, send you packing, crush a beer, and climb the ladder. I’m still undefeated, and after you?

Well...I’ll be the same.”

Liz crushes the beer, and drops it to the ground.

“See you soon, bitch. Bring a body-bag, your boy-toy will need somethin’ to carry you home in.”

She stomps down on it-and cuts to black.

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

Nakita DuBov February 18th 2021, 5:59 pm by **HellFighterINC**

Nakita DuBov

Odyssey Promo #2

"Logging on for some...'Thrash Time'"

(The scene opens in on one Kevin Edward LeBrock, the four foot eleven little person seated in a leather chair wearing a white three pieced Armani business suit, his long hair each carefully and individually braided until his hair cascades down passed the middle of his back, and his dollar bill gold chain glistening brightly in the light. He sits with a Cuban cigar in one hand and a class of brandy in a glass with ice in the other clanking soothingly subtly to set the tone audibly. Off in the distance behind him, his is client Nakita DuBov is seen speaking to her beautiful wife Delilah holding their sweet and beautiful two year old daughter Tzofiya Rae on her mother's lap via a live Face time recording that is seen but unable to hear what is being said between the two. LeBrock can be seen watching various footage of Daisy Thrash like with her match with Andrea Valentine that saw her putting Valentine through a flaming table Blood Letter, or Thrash's match against one Tyler Wolfe, that witnessed her landing awkwardly after taking his trademark Bingo Hall Destroyer and injuring her neck and being tending to by staff, or how she came back to win the Lethal Angels of Wrestling Championship after her grueling steel cage that she went through in order to win it.)

LeBrock: "Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Kevin LeBrock, and I am the advocate for the dominating, eviscerating, annihilating, unrelenting, unflinching, unstoppable, unshakable, Fem Phenomenal baddest Green-Evil Devil on God's green Earth, NAKITA DUBOV. You'll have to excuse Nakita, or in this case, her lack of presence as she is presently indisposed at the moment having spent some much needed quality time with her wife Delilah and their daughter and I make sure that she is not to be disturbed so that she takes the time to re-focus as Nakita prepares to get back to business as she puts the Clash of the Titans behind her and looks ever forward as she prepares for her upcoming match this week on Odyssey against one Daisy Thrash, who also would like to probably like to put the Clash of the Titans behind her after she was eliminated early on at the hands of ultimate and inevitable winner Diantha Rosso just like my client who would go onto win the entire match and seal her path at Final Destination 3. So this is my way of logging on some much necessary, as I would like to call, some...'THRASH TIME' and get better fitted with Nakita's opponent this week."

(LeBrock pauses as he takes a long drag from his cigar and blows the smoke in front of him directed at that camera and then takes a small swig from his brandy before continuing on.)

LeBrock: "Daisy Thrash. After watching these matches with you, one thing that comes through our minds as we have watched these matches in preparation for Odyssey is...it really must suck to be you. Now don't me wrong, but I am not saying this with contempt or disrespect whatsoever. In fact, quite the opposite I say this with respect. I mean what I say with respect. You have fought in countless death matches, you have been able to successfully forge your own legacy and doing it all, in some cases, with a...pardon the coined phrase...doing it with a broken freaking neck, and unlike some people would ride upon the sympathy and emotional support from the fans in order to thrust you back into your own path of dominance, you instead walk the path of apathy and without so much as a devil may care like attitude and that is more than commendable. We get it, really do. But here comes my 'but', as much as it does in fact suck for anybody, let alone you, to get injured in our sport with any type of injury, let alone taking a bad move and injuring you, nearly almost ending your entire career before the age of 35, before your prime and having to spend so much time bringing yourself back to your own dominance. I mean, it is circumstances such as this why we tell kids watching our sport to never try what we do at home. You didn't just hurt your knee, or break your arm, or get some really bad concussion and dealt for months the effects of CTE, you broke your neck. I don't care how much bravado you try to get behind for cover in order to protect you from the lingering effects from that fateful day at the hands of Tyler Wolfe, whether you want to admit it or not, that shit changes you and rightfully so. You lost valuable years off your very life. That now haunts your dreams even while you sleep. I do not envy you in the slightest whatsoever. When it rains or snows, you will always feel what Tyler Wolfe did to you, and when you set foot in the ring against anybody, let alone my client, who is every bit just as dangerous as Tyler Wolfe and his Bingo Hall Destroyer, and when you are staring up at the six foot four inch, one-hundred and eighty pound Amazon demon standing in front of me, even though you don’t want to show any signs of intimidation, still in the back of your mind, there is that lingering feeling that maybe just maybe this bitch could very well finish where Tyler Wolfe started and do that one move that turns the great Daisy Thrash into a quad paraplegic. Of course you want to be tough daisy, and make no mistake about it; you are exactly that, you are very definition of touch, but I am trying to tell you that shit can only go so far because after all you are human. Despite all your apathy and badassary, you still hurt; you can still be defeated.”

(LeBrock takes another sip of his Brandy and flicks the ash from his cigar off into a nearby ashtray before continuing on.)

LeBrock: “Take the two of you and your performance at the Clash of the Titans. Both you and Nakita were eliminated at the hands of Diantha Rosso, but unlike Nakita, you were eliminated rather early on without so as anything other than a cheap nostalgia pop from the crowd over the surprise that you were coming back to the OWA and being welcomed with open arms and understandably so don’t get me wrong. Whereas Nakita has a little more to show for her fruits of her labor within that match, and if you do not believe, and quick to dismiss her so quickly then go back and ask Banshee after she took that pop up power bomb that Nakita so loves to call “boom goes the dynamite”. Go back and ask Hana Nakajima, who is counting her lucky stars that she was able to pull off one of the biggest saves of the night and that she able to save herself from nearly being eliminated by Nakita, go back and ask ‘The Adorkable Angel’ Azurine Vebbins from the match giving my girl Nakita one more elimination than you could ever do. In a match where anything and everything could happen within it, and that the only thing that is guaranteed is that nothing is guaranteed. Oh yeah sure, Nakita lot of nothing in that match. Go ask any of them and I am thinking that all their tunes would more than change. And yes don’t me wrong, she too did get eliminated by Rosso, but give that woman some proper respect as she had her own head on a swivel and managed to use her environment and Nakita’s momentum to her advantage and take her out of the match. So I call that a save of the night too.”

(Off in the background, we see Nakita casually concluding her conversation with her wife Nakita, and signs off from her face time conversation with her family before moving into the other room where LeBrock is seated and takes her place next to him while he is still speaking.)

LeBrock: “So yeah, as much as you want to dismiss what she did to Devi Krysis two weeks ago, or how most people want to dismiss having that triple debut match and how she had Monica Monroe beat for the one-two-three before that opportunistic thief Liz Karlson came in and stole that victory from my girl, you might want to rethink that statement before you go dismissing her impending and rising dominance within the ranks of the OWA. I will tell you what you should be doing Daisy, you really need to start listening to that little tiny voice in the back your mind that is telling you that Nakita DuBov is everybody bit as dangerous as the harmless five foot three, one hundred and twenty-one pound resilient dangerous little Lethal Angels of Wrestling Champion because if I was betting man, and I am. I would easily put money on green-eyed monster over the little demon with the bad fucking neck any day of the week. Now go back and look yourself in that mirror little Lilac goddess, and ask the only person that really matters in your life if fighting to get back from the two years of hell to get back to the sport that you loved if it really was all worth it. Take a good hard look at exhibits A through Z, full stop, no more talk or debating, the buck stops right here with my client standing tall over your beaten down and broken body starring up at the lights and you hearing those fresh as a Daisy ears, ‘and your winner, Nakita DuBov.’ Ask that woman starring back at you and ask her was it really all worth coming back for just to be shown who is your better. Who is your momma?”

(LeBrock casually looks over at Nakita as he addresses her presence and pulls her into the conversation.)

LeBrock: “So, how’s Delilah and Tzofiya doing? You think that they or we have anything to sweat over this week?”

Nakita: “No. Not really Kevin. Delilah just pretty much reaffirmed what I already knew, that I’ve pretty much got this. Oh well, look on the Brightside, I just saved Daisy a lot of trouble and a very…awkward phone call.”

LeBrock: “Ohhhhhhhh, I see what you did there Nakita. Awkward, good one, you know with what with her neck, and how she…landed, awkwardly, on her…you know, neck. Yeah, she might need another surgery and two years of rehab to recover from that one. Ah yeah, speaking of which Daisy, a little bit warning, come Odyssey, you are going to pay for that little remark. You shouldn’t have pressed ‘the Delilah button’. Take my word for it, which is going to cost you. Hope you are looking forward to it. See you in the ring Daisy.”

(LeBrock puts out his cigar grinding it slowly in the ashtray as he looks on at the camera.)

Nakita: “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, small children, piss ants, and scrub nuts everywhere watching, THRASH TIME is here. Yeah, the bitch is getting Thrash’d.”

(The scene slowly fades as Nakita smiles and Kevin LeBrock raises his glass of brandy high into the air like a toast before downing, and finishing it cuts off to black.)

Jeff X and Daisy Thrash have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 18th 2021, 4:26 pm by **Dulce Torres**

Overestimate myself?

I overestimate myself. It’s such a strange thing to be told because I don’t like to think that I overestimate myself. If anything, I like to have a bit of confidence. I like to carry myself like the woman who knows a thing or two about making history in this company. On one hand, no one wants to face an individual who lacks confidence. On the other hand, no one wants to face someone full of arrogance, but I believe that I have found myself a good balance of someone who carries themselves like she knows that she is worth something. I have crossed paths with people who shouldn’t believe that I should have this level of confidence and poise at the same time. I’ve had The Banshee refer to me as “overrated.” I’ve had Stephanie Matsuda try to use her achievements in companies outside of OWA as a way to get me to shut up. I’ve had women done everything they could to try to crush my spirit and give me doubts on my worth on Odyssey and OWA as a whole. It’s a shock to be faced with a woman who doesn’t need to rely on excuses and conspiracy theories like some of the woman on this brand. It’s a shock to be squaring off against a woman who doesn’t need to flex about her accomplishments and parade around like she’s some sort of “legend” and that she deserves a bit of respect around these parts. As for me, the energy has always remained and that’s that I've always been confident about my skills inside the ring. I have always held myself in high regard when it comes to my abilities to put on a classic main event match. I've always knew that my name would rise above others one day and it was like that for a while, but with women like you, Alyssa, you have provided me with a blessing. You have provided me with a challenge that I never believed would be possible outside of women like Diantha Rosso and Natalie Cage. You have provided me with an opportunity to step up my game and increase that intensity to as high as it could go. It provides me with the joy to be faced with a woman who could want to win this match as much as I do, but I’m not The Banshee, Rebecca Brookes, Stephanie Matsuda or any other women that she’s faced. As much of a challenge as she may believe they brought her, I am going to overestimate myself for a moment and say that I am going to be in a different league than those women.

You say that this overestimating is going to find me losing the match? It would only be that way if I was underestimating you in the process, Alyssa. It would be that way if I was overestimating myself while trying to play you down from being any sort of challenge, but did I do that? The answer is: “no.” I did not do that because that would be idiotic for me to do. It would be something that most women should not consider because then, they will find themselves in the losing end of the match. Then, they will be forced to have that bitter pill to swallow as they begin to wonder how in the world will they find themselves on the Final Destination card. There’s a part of me that would hate to be on the losing end of this match. Sure, there's always going to be that part of me that was more than thrilled to see you defeat a decorated woman like myself, but it would be another match in the list of matches that I've fell short on. With how Clash turned out to me, losing this match on Odyssey would not be a step in the right direction for me, but I've adapted to worse scenarios. I’ve crawled myself out of deeper holes that people would struggled and given up getting out of. Just like I know that if you find yourself on the losing side of this match, you would find a way to crawl yourself out of that deep hole, Alyssa. You're tougher than I. In a way, you're stronger than I. People look at this match and would assume that this is going to be another display of the strength and ruthlessness of what this former Goddesses Champion is all about. You've made it clear that you’re quite upset about how Clash turned out for you. There may have been a part of you that expected so much out of yourself. You came into that match with the confidence of the world. When you stood on that top turnbuckle on the go-home edition of Odyssey, it seemed like that Clash win was yours and then, the match happened and you didn’t have the performance that you would have liked. Did you train enough? Did you prepare enough for this match? You had all of these questions racing around in your mind, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. Instead of sitting around and complaining that this match didn’t go your way, you are going to use it to fuel your desire to succeed and be the future of this company. You are going to use it as the motivation that you need make sure you defeat me.

As an opponent, that’s all I could ask for from you. I want nothing more than your best. I want nothing more than the Alyssa Grace that I’ve seen creating a buzz backstage. The Alyssa Grace that was supposed to be the winner of the Clash of the Titans. The Alyssa Grace that has a lot of these men and women wanting to know when are you truly going to get that moment in the spotlight and the world at the palm of her hand. I want the woman who claims that I am not going to get that victory at her expense. There is some strange part of me that believes that I didn’t get that at Clash. With all of these women in the match, it was truly difficult for you to adjust the situation around you. You had made all of these promises for yourself. You were more than willing to settle for final two, final four, but you were in the final five. You were just a spot away from reaching that goal that you would have more than settled with. I understand the situation that you're in, Alyssa. You had all of these people predicting you to win. You had all of these people gassing you up, claiming that it was going to be your moment. You had those that truly cared about you that stated that this match is yours for the taking. All you needed to do was show up and eliminate the competition. Did you think for a second that you let all of that get into your head? Did you think that hearing all of these praise and accomplishments allowed you to overestimate yourself? That seems to be the word that I have been mentioning quite a few times in this piece, but I wonder that myself? When you look at you and me, you came into this company and turned heads right away. You had the look, talent and a way with words that would compel any crowd to pay attention to you. I came into the company and I needed to gain the attention out of everyone. I needed to do something amazing to get people to notice me and never ignore me again. I never approached matches with as much hype and anticipation as you. I don't say this to throw a pity party or to have you feel bad for me, but I say this because sometimes, I believe that all of these people gassing you up and praising the ground you walk on can be a terrible formula to your game plan. It causes you to get comfortable. It causes you to walk around thinking that you're the best thing since sliced bread and that’s never the impression that I wanted to get across from you, but I wanted to get across that you are stepping into the ring with the competition that could give you a run for your money.

And, I will.

I’m always thankful for the love and support that I’ve managed to gain for myself, but it’s truly been a challenge not to let it get to my head. I have done my best to remain on earth when my confidence wants to take me to the sun. This confidence wasn’t something that I was blessed when I walked through those OWA doors. It was something that had evolved overtime. It was something that I had to build up. I never had anyone behind me to tell me “you’re doing amazing, sweetie!” I never had anyone to really give a second thought about me and what I was doing in my career. They looked at my name and figured that I was going to be a woman who didn't survive a month into this company. At some point, I believed that those claims were right, but I worked so hard to get myself out of that hole of the bottom of the card and become one of the best women that this company has to offer. Going into this match, I know better than to underestimate someone like you, Alyssa. I should know better than to look at you and count you out. I know that you felt like you didn't live up to the expectations that you or anyone else had of you and it’s going to motivate you to make sure that I don't come out of this match as the winner. I’m more than looking forward to that because I provide my best matches to high caliber competition. I provide my best with people who are more than eager to knock me down a peg or two. I did toot my own horn quite a bit in my last piece and it's something that I don't like making a habit of, but don’t perceive it as me trying to overestimate myself, Alyssa. That could not be further from the truth. I love that you’re proud of who you are. I love that you're proud of what you bring to the table. With all of this excitement and anticipation, it makes me more excited to see what you are going to bring to this match on Odyssey. As you said, this was truly a match up that didn't need much. It just needed two amazing wrestlers and a wresting ring for the magic to unfold. The opportunity to qualify for Ascension to the Heavens is just a bonus for us. We both could use this victory. We both could utilize this opportunity at Final Destination. With one of us in the match, I couldn't see why Odyssey won't walk away as the winner. I have good vibes about this year and I want to be the woman to get the job done. I want to be the woman that makes history again. You would love the opportunity to really exceed the expectations that people have of you, but much like you, I am not going to allow you to do that at my expense. I am not going to allow you to pick up the victory over me. It's nothing personal. Nothing, but respect for you, Alyssa, but nothing stands in the way between me and success.

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

Re: OWA Promos February 18th 2021, 4:35 am by **The Banshee**

Odyssey Promo

Plan on Chaos...

The camera opens on an exterior medium shot, centered on a lit campfire within a grove that is surrounded by large evergreen trees. A group of older teenagers are all sitting around the campfire. They are all dressed in 90s-era clothes, with one teen holding a bag of non-dairy creamer in his hand. The teenager sitting at the center is a tall, goofy-looking male, with a sharp nose and round-frame glasses resting upon his face. The male dork grabs the bag of non-dairy creamer, before looking around at the other teens situated around the campfire.

Male Teen Dork: OK, everyone. Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society, I call this story…

The male teen dork then grabs a handful of the non-dairy creamer, tossing it on the fire. The powdered non-dairy creamer strongly reacts with the fire, causing a small eruption of “green smoke,” intended to give off a mystical effect.

Male Teen Dork: The Tale of The Clash of the Titans… Women’s Clash Match…

Random Female Teen: Jesus, Ronnie… APPROVAL DENIED! First of all, your titles are pure shit. Last time you pulled this half-baked crap, you titled a simple story about a vampire gym teacher the “Tale of Sucking the Very Life Out of a Curious Underage Teen Who Really Liked the Way His Gym Teacher Fills Out Gray Sweatpants.” Like, that was soooooo inapprops on so many levels. Stephen King, you are not! Secondly, we already saw the match. We know what happened. You can’t just rewrite history…

Another Random Teen: Yeah! Diantha Rosso won that match! Dude, that Diantha... She makes me feel funny inside, you know? It’s the same feeling I get when I see Kathy Ireland's Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue from 1992, which was way before I was even born, you know?

Yet A Different Teen: Goddammit… Now don’t you start with that “you know” shit, sounding like Gwen Harper, but without an obvious speech and education impediment. And if I recall, didn’t Dulce Torres nearly win it herself or something?

Ronnie, the Male Teen Dork: Yeah, like anyone remembers the runner-ups in any competition. Hell, second place could’ve been Danielle Madison for all I know. Talk about generic expectations.

The group all grows silent for a few moments, before they all burst out laughing in unison, unaware of a dark, large shadow that is silently moving in and out of the background.

Random Female Teen: Yeah, who cares about who were the Clash's Final Four? The OWA isn’t college basketball, after all. But since this Molly I got from my high school shop teacher hasn’t kicked in yet, let’s just go over the last four again!

The Nerdy Teen from Vancouver: We know Diantha Rosso won it all, but the final four also consisted of Dulce Torres… Stephanie Matsuda, can’t believe she’s still around. My grandparents rooted for her back in the day.... oh yeah, how can we all forget The Banshee?

Mean Girl Teen: Uh, well, because The Banshee, like, totally sucks! She’s just some painted tramp from Ireland, just like that other Irish slut Alyssa Grace! Like, who gives a damn? We don't care about the future of wrestling!

An eerie voice echoes from the darkness:

Unknown Voice: Perhaps you should give a damn, Alicia Silverstone… because you just damned your "clueless" friends to eternal misery!

At that moment, The Banshee emerges from the trees, jumping out in front of the campfire. The frightened teens all scream in fear, yet like most teenagers in horror films… they don’t actually attempt to fight back or flee. The Banshee grabs one teen by the throat, the sounds of neck bones cracking loudly echoing through the woods, while The Banshee squeezes the teen’s throat tightly. The Banshee then chokeslams the teen directly onto the campfire, the screen transitioning to a wider shot of the scrambling teens, all screaming in terror. As the fire engulfs the teen, The Banshee looks over at the Mean Girl Teen, who is frozen in fear, a lit cigarette dangling from her lips.

The Banshee: Don’t you read the surgeon general’s warning? Smoking can be quite hazardous to your health… but not as hazardous as The Banshee!"

The Banshee grabs the cigarette from the teen’s lips and presses the lit end directly into the teen’s eye. The Banshee then sends the teen bitch flying off-screen with a massive European uppercut. As the camera pans upwards to focus on the full moon, different sounds can be heard coming from the chaos below. Screams, the sounds of bones cracking, random stock animal noises, and even a chainsaw all echo below. Suddenly, only silence fills the air, which is then followed by The Banshee’s bone-chilling laughter…

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Fake credits begin rolling down the screen, before the screen transitions to a shot of The Banshee sitting in a large, lavender chair that’s covered with spider-webs, bloodstains, and holes with cushion stuffing popping out. The Banshee has a crazed smile on her face, her hands gripping the chair's arms. A large mounted screen, visible from behind The Banshee’s chair, appears to be showing random highlights from The Clash of the Titans Women’s Clash.

“Why are so many wrestlers obsessed with writing their own Hollywood stories? Especially when so many of those stories all end the same way... with utter failure! If anyone can claim a “Hollywood” ending from that Clash match, it’s Diantha Rosso, though we've already seen this film before, but hey… Winning a Clash twice in a row is an unheard-of feat that’s extremely impressive, even to The Banshee! Diantha’s path doesn’t currently align with The Banshee’s path… but rest assured, Diantha... you will encounter The Banshee again! By the way... did you get yourself a shiny new bus yet? Or even better... a shiny new driver?"

“This year's Clash came down to four individuals… Diantha, the woman who overcame enough for a repeat victory… Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda, who continues to defy extinction by staying several years past her prime AND her welcome… Dulce Torres, the most protected Odyssey wrestler in history… and The Banshee… That’s right, the most unlikely name that many people had picked to make it to the end… Yet, The Banshee nearly did just that, had it not been for one arrogant mistake…”

“Devi Krysis, you seem to be very proud of the fact that you “stood up” to The Banshee… right before The Banshee tossed you over the rope with ease! Did you enjoy your little “Leroy Jenkins” moment in the clash? Because just like any ill-prepared MMO raid, you immediately “wiped” the instant you challenged a being that is far beyond not only yourself, but all women on the roster!”

“Alyssa Grace, you were given the most envious spot to most women involved in the Clash… the final entry spot, to the absolute shock of NO ONE! Alyssa, The Banshee may not have been directly involved in sending you back to your hotel room far earlier than the OWA Brass intended… but your mistake of going after The Banshee directly gave you some richly-deserved kharma… Regardless of the results, it didn’t take long for the higher-ups to match you up against Dulce Torres for a spot in the Ascension to the Heavens match… Good luck in your match, Alyssa… The Banshee will be actively watching with great interest…”

“Speaking of Miss Sweet Towers… Dulce, you should count your lucky stars that you even survived your encounter with The Banshee… Yes, The Banshee made a crucial mistake when it came down to you… The Banshee underestimated your suicidal courage, especially when you nearly sacrificed yourself just to eliminate The Banshee… That’s twice now, Dulce, that you’ve gotten lucky when going up against the Queen of the Monsters… and believe The Banshee when The Banshee says this with all sincerity… there WON’T be a third!”

“Stephanie Matsuda… did you enjoy your brief “team-up” with The Banshee… before the inevitable betrayal that led to The Banshee tossing you out the ring like spoiled garbage! Did you really think you could double cross The Banshee first? The Banshee trusts absolutely nobody, but clearly you didn’t bother to read the warning signs... most likely cause you dropped your bifocals somewhere... and now look at you… you’re probably very “sour” about what happened between us at the Clash… right, sweets?”

“The Banshee has been alone from day one, ever since The Banshee first started in the OWA…. Clash of the Titans was no different than anything else The Banshee has been involved in so far… The Banshee always hunts alone, never needing any help or assistance from anyone! Stephanie Matsuda made the unfortunate mistake of believing that she could use The Banshee by offering her assistance… But The Banshee proved that The Banshee never has, and never will, need anyone else’s assistance! Just look at Matsuda… once Matsuda outlived her very brief and unneeded “usefulness,” The Banshee disposed of that prehistoric bitch immediately… which, as most viewers themselves witnessed, didn’t take long to happen…”

“The big question that everyone must have now is this: what are The Banshee’s “plans” for Final Destination III? Final Destination III, right now, is a card in jeopardy of becoming another forgettable event, because as every movie-goer knows… after the first two, the “third one” is usually never as good. Fortunately for the OWA universe… The Banshee is not sitting this one out… The biggest stars belong on the biggest event of the year, and The Banshee is the biggest name in wrestling!"

"The Banshee offers the fans this new guarantee... Final Destination III won’t meet the same fate as Beverly Hills Cop III, Halloween III: Season of the Witch, or Back to the Future Part III… The Banshee will instantly elevate FD3 to the same elegant status that accompanies superior sequels, similar to films like The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King, Rocky III, and Thor: Ragnarok! Yes, everyone likes the "Feature Presentation," but what about those who also enjoy the “Special Features?” Well, there is clearly no FEATURE more SPECIAL to the Final Destination III card than The Banshee!”

“But to answer the question on everyone’s lips, what are The Banshee’s plans? That’s an easy answer… there are NO PLANS! There's never been a plan... that's what makes The Banshee's "plans" always so brilliant! The Banshee is always one step ahead, but most assume that’s due to carefully-crafted plans that account for almost every contingency possible… does The Banshee honestly look like a monster with a plan? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Idiots! THE BANSHEE WILL NEVER HAVE A PLAN! THE BANSHEE REMAINS A CREATURE OF CHAOS!”

“Why is it that most people believe that having any type of plan gives them an advantage? Following plans can lead to disaster, especially whenever "plans" fall apart… however, for The Banshee… having NO PLAN gives The Banshee every advantage possible! Why is that? Because never having a plan allows The Banshee to always stay one step ahead... after all, no one can successfully plan against those who are unpredictable… That’s why The Banshee continues to rise above everyone on the roster, because The Banshee is always… ONE… STEP… AHEAD…”

“Speaking of always being “one step ahead,” it’s time The Banshee acknowledges the greatest moment that occured at the Clash of the Titans… that moment when The Banshee smacked the taste right off Azumi Goto’s tongue, leaving her wounded and afraid, hiding behind waves of security officers, as The Banshee sent Azumi her own friendly "wave" to her during the carnage! Yes, Azumi Goto has been on The Banshee’s radar for some time now… And The Banshee kept to her word, Azumi… Your face and your pride both bear fresh wounds that confirm it..."

"You think you can just come back anytime, walk onto The Banshee’s brand, and sit ringside with that artificial smile of yours? Did you not expect there to be consequences? Azumi, if only Alyssa Grace didn’t force you into early retirement… It’s not like you left the OWA of your own accord… YOU WERE FORCED TO RETIRE! You tried to gamble with your declining career, and you lost! But really, did you even have anything left in the tank? You are such a shell of your former self… but hiding inside that shell of yours will not protect you from The Banshee! Next time you try to foolishly stroll down memory lane, remember just how deadly nostalgia can become..."

"For your own safety, Azumi, perhaps you should just stay away from Odyssey… there's already enough mastodons left over from the ice age… However, The Banshee knows you’ve been active elsewhere… perhaps it’s finally time for The Banshee to come watch you perform… maybe even get involved... Only you’ll never see The Banshee coming, just like most of the Clash participants!”

“Finally, Azumi, don't give in to your fears... Don’t be afraid of the dark, Azumi… because The Banshee is just as lethal under the lights! Ask your B.F.F. Cloud about The Banshee… Oh wait, you saw The Banshee's calamity and carnage first-hand! Just remember, "Ace," should you choose to journey down this personalized path of torment… well, just use your limited imagination… now see you around, "Giant Slayer"… HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

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

Re: OWA Promos February 18th 2021, 3:31 am by **Kimberly Chase**

(Spoiled, Rotten, and untrustworthy are a few words people would describe Kimberly Chase in and out of the ring, never shying away from telling people that, she leans forward on her private boat looking over at the water, she turns her head when she notices the camera on her.)

“I know what you're thinking.. her again? I thought we'd seen the last of her at the Women's Rumble Match, but hate to break it to each one of you poor souls, but this is only the beginning for The Mastermind. What you saw of me at the Rumble was a preview, a teaser if you will and now you get to witness the full affect in front of your screens and I don't think the world is quite ready for that.”

(A big smug forms on her face, which might indicate bad things might occur should they cross paths with her.)

“Someone by the name of Liz Karlson might not be ready. I just so happens that I'm facing her in a matter of days. I have done my research on Miss Karlson and I come to find that she is a well known name around the wrestling scene whereas I am still considered new to it. Whether you use the experience factor or not against me is up to you, but I will bring all the tools necessary to this war to make sure I solidify a victory.”

(She walks around and finally takes a seat, looking around for a bit before her gaze is met back with the camera.)

“I am aware that I lost out on a huge opportunity in that rumble. I am also sure most of you are going to be quick to point out my wrongdoings, shoving it down my throat… using it as an excuse to get me to believe that I can't pass Liz Karlson, but it doesn't bother me. Your opinions don't mean shit and when I am through wiping the floor of my opponent's fragile body there will be no olive branch between us. Friends are just roadblocks on the road to my destiny and she is my big roadblock!”
(She cracks her neck and a serious expression forms on her face, clearly you could tell she was ready for this fight.)

“This is my opportunity to redeem and I will do whatever it takes to get my hand raised even if it means pulling out the old cheap tactics from underneath me. I don't care. A win is a win in my book regardless of how it is perceived as. So, I have come to the conclusion that on Odyssey I am going to leave your name and what you stand for in ruins and there will not be any single remorse in my body. Are you sure you've done enough preparations for yourself? I think not...”

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

Pollex Appreciation Day February 17th 2021, 11:57 pm by **AzurineVebbins**

“Da Adorkable Angel” Azurine Vebbins proudly raises her right thumb while filming promotional material. She stands next to a model CN Tower while sporting a blue Royal & Awesome Golf Polo Shirt and an Honour of Scotland Tartanista 23-inch Long Kilt Skirt.

Azurine Vebbins: Projectin’ polite pander and ticket toutin’, Toronto troupe! It’s “Da Adorkable Angel” Azurine Vebbins wid some salient sentiments regardin’ my tag-team tango tomorrow night at Da Scotiabank Arena. Happy Pollex Appreciation Day! Won’t resort to stickin’ one in Elijah Hampton’s ocular cavity. It’d also reek retentive if dat dainty digit went up his bogus behind. Den again, dat might explain da guy’s gawk-ward gait when gabbin’? Nope. “Da Adorkable Angel’s” just gonna tastefully taunt by raisin’ one in da air durin’ my entrance and focus on da dance dat’s booked.

Of course, when you’re workin’ da corner for “Da Untamed Bloodwolf” Devi Krysis, it’s always easy stayin’ on track. Plus, unlike our opponent, Krysis is actually a “smood operator” on account she connects when callin’ spots. As for him bein’ “Da Cat’s Pajamas”? I’d ask who Red Ryder-ed da Chesterfield when viewin’ his choice in clo-din’. Elijah also refers to himself as “Da Snazzy One,” but again in terms of technical merit, I’d say it’s more likely he’s run into a snag. Dat’s da dilemma you run into when bein’ hunted and hounded by “Da Howlin’ Halos,” register mark still pendin’. As for his partner Maverick, da only din’ he’s “Da Prince” of is paucity. Dat dude would be more noticeable as a social hall wallflower dan standin’ on a rin’ apron across from yours truly. Still, “Neon Foxtrot” should be viewed as a limited liability for Hampton since OWA Atlantis might be deyr only time teamin’ to-ged-er. Conversely, Devi and I operate against overstated odds via an open door policy. Dose who challenge us swin’ wide and end up bein’ blown away by our brutal bluster.

The scene ends with “Da Adorkable Angel” Azurine Vebbins blowing a kiss to her trademark Camerasphere VRD.

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

Re: OWA Promos February 17th 2021, 6:55 pm by **Alyssa Grace**

When good meets great.
There are a lot of hard lessons learned in life. Some of them really should seem like common knowledge but it’s almost human nature that we end up having to learn by our own error instead of by the instruction of the millennia of people that make our mistakes before us. To say I'm disappointed with the results of the Clash is a slight understatement and I've been left questioning just what went wrong for me on that night. Was it my lack of ambition? Did someone want or deserve it more than me? Did my lack of experience come back to bite me in the behind? One could argue any of those but maybe it could also simply just come down to that night just not being my night. It's very frustrating to not have the answer and it's even more frustrating to live with the fact that I couldn't achieve any of the things I had in my mind walking into that match, I told myself that if I couldn't win, I could make it to the final two and I told myself that if I couldn't make it to the final two then I could at least make it to the final four but I couldn't even do that. Yes, it surprised me just as much as it surprised the rest of the world and yes it's hard to be proud of my performance because my displeasure is overpowering any kind of positive feeling right now.

I may be annoyed with myself but I am far from defeated.

All the doors that have been closed in my face recently give other and potentially better doors an opportunity to open after all.

So now, I'm calling the pity party off, I'm brushing myself off and I'm marching straight though Dulce Torres, full steam ahead into Final Destination like originally planned. Is this what I anticipated? Not at all. But like they say, the best things in life are often unexpected. Dulce, I find myself in a position of no mercy, things have severely changed from my perspective in the last month, and maybe had we faced back then, I would have been a lot more lenient but unfortunately for you, the possibility of you taking what I need to redeem myself in my mind is relatively high. You’re someone who ‘needs’ this victory from a woman who is going to give you a run for your money. You know that people’s eyes are going to be on this match up. It doesn’t need anything shiny on the line. It just needs two households names. Let's face it, in victory and in defeat you are still one of the top women here to beat, the name Dulce Torres doesn't lose credibility because things don't always necessarily go to plan. I like to hope that the same can be said about my name in this moment of time but to be realistic, in comparison to you, I'm not much. Yet. I've had my breakout moment in my title reign last year, sure, but the harder part comes now, it's one thing to climb even towards the top but it's another thing to stay there. That isn't me being hard on myself or anything, no, not at all, I'd never doubt my potential, it's just me stating a fact. The things you have done in your career currently surpass the things I have done in my career but I intend to change that very soon.

I am going to walk out there with a smile on face and I am going to give you the best version of Alyssa Grace possible, the version that does everything she needs to do to conquer this business. I am going to bring everything that makes Alyssa Grace undoubtedly the future of this industry because you deserve that, you do not deserve to face anything but the best. We both have ambition. This is the company who’s variety of wrestlers cannot be compared. You aren’t going to step into any other company to find the competition that this company has the reputation of having. The moment we step foot inside that ring we have two options: step up and evolve or succumb to everything around us. I am ready to move on from the bumps. I am ready to go forward. I have gone over and over in my head about having this tough personality that means I constantly put the pressure on myself to succeed. I can put the weight of the world on my shoulders sometimes when it really isn't necessary. I used to question if it was worth it. I had brief moments where I pondered if I should change how I handle my business but why should I? This is the personality that constantly pushes myself to be the best in this industry. This personality is the reason why I can't wait for this weekend and this personality is going to be the reason that I beat you this weekend. I am proud of who I am and what I bring to the table. I am proud of what I have done and all the decisions I have made to get here in the position that I am in right now. That is what being me is all about. Being the best. The day I let this industry change me for the worse will be a very sad day for humanity. I know it's the exact same for you and I know you're going to do all you can to try and keep me down. But no matter how hard you punch me in the face or kick me in the gut, I'm going to find my way back to my feet, I'm going to kick, hit, claw, scratch and scream, I will do whatever I can in order to make sure you don't get the opportunity to have me on my ass for three simple seconds because I don’t know any better. I’m nothing more than a woman who doesn't allow for little things to halt her mission to success. Maybe I'll have to do something that you or the fans won't like in order to win but I won't regret it, I won't ever regret putting my heart on the line for the sake of making history. We are both only human. Humans with fears that can be exploited, and humans with feelings of pain and suffering. I will be fighting for my future when we fight this Saturday, I will be fighting for my eventual success, for my eventual second and better rise of glory. I will fight for it all. Maybe I’ll feel pain. Maybe I’ll scream. Maybe you’ll even hurt me so much as to scar me. Scars can’t be removed, but YOU can. You can, because humans are such frail things that only exist on this earth for a miniscule time compared to everything else. If you hurt me, it won’t do anything but remind me that I have to work my fucking ass off to get the top of this business. I don’t underestimate you, you don’t underestimate me, but you overestimate yourself. That combination of two deadly and potent poisons is why you will be under my heel, or rather; my talons. The talons of evolution, the talons of natural selection, which will sense your fear and trepidation, your slowly weakening state, and eventually leave you as nothing more than a hollow corpse. It will sense that in due time, everything burns. Everything dies and fades away - it’s just that your dream will die earlier than mine.

I greatly respect and appreciate all you have done for this brand Dulce, I hope that much is clear but you are not going to take this victory from me. You are not going to take away this important victory over me, the one which will elevate me closer to the World Championship picture. We have quite a bit in common I'd say, we both built ourselves from the ground up to get some sort of reputation around the scenes. We both busted our asses for our accomplishments. We both did what we could with the championships that we have held, from the lack of competition to concern of credibility, we did great with everything we were given. Everything that you have done to solidify yourself as one of the best that this company has to offer is commendable. We may be two women who refuse to lose this week, we may both want nothing more than to prove that we are the woman that is going to participate in the Ascension to the Heavens match, that we are going to be the ones destined to be something in this company once again, that we are the faces of the company but when all is said and done only one can walk all the way down this path to Final Destination. Trust me here Dulce, once again you will come up short. Once again you will get so close but still have so far to go. Once again you will go out there and with some help from yours truly, you will steal the show and put on a classic but it won't be enough. You will fight passionately as you always have and always will. Your drive, determination, and motivation there once again. Meeting everyone's expectations, but certainly not exceeding them. Some things you just can't change.

But once again, it won't be the end for you. I really do want you to succeed in the way that you want me to succeed but I simply can't let that happen at my expense. I want to see you at Final Destination, I hope to see you at the event but it's just not going to be as part of the Ascension to the Heavens match. I only say this final part because I do like you, I'm sorry in advance for what I must do to you.

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, Dulce Torres, Jeff X, The Banshee and Darkane have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Kingdom promo #1 February 17th 2021, 5:09 pm by Solomon Caine

(The scene opens inside a dark room illuminated by a single candle. The flame flickers dimly across the scowling face of Solomon Caine.)

“Forty Days and Forty nights I had waited. Forty days and forty nights, and it seems all for not. Forty men went off to battle and I wanted nothing more than to claim their heads for my masters in one fell swoop. I asked my masters for victory, for glory, for the honor of proving myself to them by cutting down all whom crossed my path. This is what I have been waiting for. The chance to leave everlasting scars on a great many. I heard them whisper in my ears no, that time had not yet come. Strike whom you may, wound whomever you wish, but victory shall not be yours. I should be ashamed of wishing to take an easy path, to have all whom I would relish in rending the flesh of in one place at one time. Such is not the way of the ones who sent me. They have chosen a path much more deliberate, much more arduous, much more deserving of one who is worthy to shape the world after the horrors that shall soon befall it. The ones who have sent me, they wish for me to exercise patience. To take my time and savor throttling the life out of the wretched pieces of filth that they have placed along the road they have chosen for me. It is for my own Benefit that I learn this lesson. That I learn how to truly make an example of someone, that I let each blow and every lash reach it’s crowning point, before unleashing another. They wish me to perfect how to break a man’s body. Doing so will break his spirit and his mind in short order afterwards. This is what will please my masters, and silence those who spend their days spitting in the face of the ones who sent me. When I break Kennith Ishikari, I am breaking the lies that have been spoken. The lies of how I am nothing more than a fool. The lies of how I am weak. The lies of how there is no fire that is coming to Devour all of you! As much as they laugh and mock Me now, they shall soon weep bitterly. Oh yes How I have heard of how the babble on endlessly with their rebukes and their scorn. I’be been told how ridicule me, YOU DARE TO PASS JUDGMENT ON ME?!? Truly you are all horrid filth. If I was to come and tell you how you are wonderful, you are special, you are loved, you would praise me and hold me in the same regard you do the rest of your idols. Instead because I speak truth plainly and tell you how corrupt and wicked you all are, you despise me. Because I have told you how you all have become stupid and lazy and weak because of your never ending desire to do nothing more than lounge about and be entertained, you pray for any excuse to dismiss the words I speak as mindless ramblings. How hypnotized you have become with telling tall tales and watching fantasies. How vile you people are at your root, how sick and miserable you have made this world. When you see the streets run red with the blood of Kenneth Ishikari, know well that it is not my fault but all of yours. Your gluttony to be entertained is the reason his blood is on your hands, not mine.

Kenneth, where are you Kenneth? Why have you been hiding all this time? Are you like the mouse hiding in its hole? If so how much longer can you hide yourself away before you stick your head out long enough for the cat to trap you in it’s paws? Such is your fate. It is why after all this time spent running away, you are now being drawn to me like a moth to the flame. Something irresistible has spun your desires, the desires of an audience to gaze upon you, to hear your voice as you preform some rendition of a song that was as meaningless in its own time as it is in this one. How my masters pull the strings of hapless puppets like yourself with such ease. All it would take is a bit of coin, a piece of tin on a leather belt, or in your case, nothing more than an audience. Such things I do not desire. When the time comes for this clash, know that I am not coming to seek a prize. Know that am coming to make that audience you crave be witnesses to the might of those who serve my masters. I am coming to show them that they have wasted precious moments of their lives that they will never get back, laboring just for the chance to hear vain jesters like yourself. They spend months saving up their money for one chance to hear a song they’ve heard countless times already. Know that When your voice cries out, it will not be a sonnet that escapes your lips, but your screams of agony and your pleas for mercy. The one who sent me will show you no such thing. They will give you not a moments rest from the onslaught they are bringing against you by my hand. For yours is the worst kind. You who leeches his life from the sweat and blood of others. You who does nothing to provide for himself with his own hands. The guided voice, the entertainer, you pervert the world with this idea that the only thing you need to survive is to sing a song. And worse, for it you demand to be worshipped by the masses wherever you go for it. You offer nothing that is a tangible good. You don’t even provide inspiration for the masses to droll along to in your lousy music. You are a demon of vanity and ego. You live only to suckle at the bosom of fools who have neither taste nor enough of a sense of humor to praise you Ironically. Yet you crave the next fix of this undeserved admiration like the crack fiend. I know the same addiction lies in your eyes as it did his. And Where his drug of choice was thought to make him unbeatable, he was left crushed at my feet. how much better do you believe you might fair? Kenneth you and your kind are a Poison coursing through the veins of those who would be imbecilic enough to hold you up and actually admire you. Oh how you love to hear your own voice, how it is like silken gold to your ears. It is your one prized possession, and the only reason you exist. Tell me boy, what would good would you be when I reach down your throat and tear out your miserable vocal chords?! What good will you serve the world when the golden voice has been ripped apart and turned into nothing more than a garbled hiss? Would that shake you from your slumber? Would that make you drop all the pretense, and pretending? Would that make you shed the costumes and humble you enough to fall to your knees and vow to be counted amongst the worthy? Or are you so enamored with this nonsense you have enrobed your life in, this pointless distraction to keep you from admitting to yourself that your life is both without meaning, and without worth. Will you cling to these delusions of being held up and placed on a pedestal by all who hear your voice, till the moment that same voice utters it’s last screams before fading into the echos of eternity?

We have heard your voice Kenneth, do you hear mine? Do you hear the theirs’? Has anything I have warned you about taken root in either your frail heart or your empty head? Could you shed all that they find in you to be abhorrent and unclean like a snake sheds his skin? Or will you continue to wallow in filth and shit like a pig? If that is your choice then it is fitting, because you will soon squeal in terror. And when you do it will be the first time I have ever taken any pleasure, or comfort from hearing your voice.”

Re: OWA Promos February 17th 2021, 2:42 pm by **Dulce Torres**

Firstly, I want to congratulate Diantha on back-to-back Clash wins. On paper, it seemed like she was crazy with all of this talk about getting a second Clash win, but seeing the vision become a reality for her is sweet. I’ll be rooting for her to get that third reign as OWA Women’s World Champion and that main event win. I have nothing, but love for that girl and I wish her all the luck in the world. Secondly, are we not going to mention the fact that Diantha is not the only woman to go back-to-back with something in the Clash? Not to toot my own horn, but I am back-to-back Clash runner-up. Not necessarily back-to-back, but the two times that I was part of the Clash, I did come in second place. First to Natalie and now, to Diantha, but I just thought was an interesting statistic to bring up. There was a part of me who would have loved to win this Clash, but I’m proud of the performance I put out. I thought it was another display about how I’m not a woman that likes to remain in the background for long and I had the desire to get the job done. It was another misstep in my game plan which made Diantha to take advantage and win the match. As we’re finally in Final Destination season, I am beginning to wonder how I will fit into that card? Will I even be part of the card? Is there something that ahead for me that I’m not even aware about? Until, I looked at who I was facing for this Odyssey and what was the line where I thought: I could try to qualify for Ascension to the Heavens? The success rate of the winners becoming World Champions is high. On the other hand, matches with stipulations have never been nice to me. Still, I wouldn’t allow that to scare me whatsoever. I don't want to live a life full of fear. All I can do is go back to my experiences in stipulation matches, learn from them and hoping for the best.

Before I can focus on the future, I need to focus on trying to win this match on Odyssey. My opponent was someone that I was scrambling to face for a while now. As I told her, I don’t think that anyone would be opposed to Dulce Torres vs. Alyssa Grace. I do think that it would be a match that the fans would eat up and ask for seconds, thirds and fourths. When I look at the match and what’s on the line, it almost seems unfair that this is a match. Not to toot my own horn again, but I believe that we’re two people that are deserving to qualify for Ascension to the Heavens. We both work hard. We both give everything that we got into every match that we're apart of. I almost wonder what Viola DeMarco’s decision process when thinking of this match. I would think that she just wanted to spoil the fans by providing them with a match that is going to put them on the edge of their seats. As for me, I could see that train of thought. She could have also looked at the two of us and saw that we are two women who will not give the fans a clear and obvious answer to who will end up overcoming the other and qualify for the match. I would not be shocked if people look at this match and feel like this is Alyssa Grace’s match to take. Maybe, they would have liked for Clash to gone different for her and personally, I was shocked to see her get eliminated before the final four. I thought that she was a huge favorite in Clash. She was the final entrant in the match, came into the match like a storm and took down every woman in her sight. Still, she somehow didn't go all the way in the match. There was a part of me that wanted to see her to keep that momentum and main event Final Destination. She went into Clash the year before as nothing more than a rookie, the match solidified her as someone who was the future of the Odyssey brand. This Clash match left me wanting more from her. I don’t say this out of disrespect, but I say this to motivate her because I want her absolute best in this match. I don't want to settle for anything less and in return, she can expect the best from me.

I would not be shocked to see if she has certain doubts on whether I’ll be able to live up to my own expectations. While I did point out the interesting statistic of me being a two time runner-up in the Women’s Clash match, it’s not like I went on to win the match. Not only that, but there’s been questions lingering from “legends” in the wrestling business, fellow rivals and everyone in between about whether I have what it takes to rise to the top of Odyssey again. “I thought that you would be in the league of the Aria and Tarah’s of the world, Dulce.” “You’re not the same as you were as champion, Dulce.” “It seems like you lost your touch, Dulce.” I’ve heard all of those statements. I’ve heard all of these criticisms and doubts from people who truly believe that I will never make it back to the heights that I was when I was hot from a second reign as Goddesses Champion, contending for the OWA Women’s World Champion and becoming champion. With the increase of competition on Odyssey, it’s going to make things truly difficult to make that rise again. It’s women like Alyssa Grace, who are going to make me step up my game and try to get myself that second reign. I consider Alyssa as one of the best that Odyssey has to offer at the moment. I do see her as someone who could eventually carry the brand on her back. I could consider her as someone who could be seen as one of the women who make Odyssey into something even more grand than before. Now, Ascension to the Heavens is one of those matches that would be perfect for someone like Alyssa, a talent who may need that one breakout moment and secure her reign as a World Champion. Look what it did to Havoc last year, who was someone who was a wonderful talent, but it helped him rise even further to become a World Champion. It’s the same energy for Gareth Cason, who was seen as one of the best and possibly a future World Champion, but he just needed that one opportunity to make that dream come true. Alyssa could not only be another one of those names, but make history in the process. It’s something that could be intriguing for her as it’s intriguing for me. An opportunity to become a part of history is enough to intrigue me and assure people that the best of Dulce Torres is yet to come. I’m not saying that no one has seen my best, but I’m all about improving. I’m all about proving that I still have a lot to offer and by winning that briefcase, it assures everyone to never doubt me again.

If there is a commonality that brings me and Alyssa together, it's that after a while, we get too comfortable with our spot. Much like her, it happened during my reign as Goddesses Champion. It wasn’t until some rookie by the name of Nikita LaShae managed to knock me into reality by ending my reign on top. I would think that the same thing happened to Alyssa when Rebecca Brookes dethroned her record-breaking title reign. It may have brought her back to reality and assure her that anyone can defeat anyone at any time, but perhaps, it was also a blessing in disguise. I always have a soft spot for the Goddesses Championship, but I admit that I was more than ready to move past and evolve my career into someone who could be seen as a main event talent on Odyssey. Going into this match, I find myself in the main event with Alyssa, someone who would love nothing more than to win this match. The prize of this match is super important. It's something that we're both going to destroy each other for the chance to qualify for the ladder match. I have nothing, but respect for Alyssa and everything that she's been able to accomplish. From retiring Azumi Goto to her record-breaking Goddesses Championship reign, she's already done quite a lot in her first year in OWA. It makes me wonder what is going to be next for her going into her second year. When approaching this match, it seems like it should be Alyssa's match for the taking. It seems like a match that already has her name on it. Although, that's the word on the street that I heard when people were naming their idea winner of Clash. People were mentioning Alyssa's name. People were hoping that she was going to be able to succeed and win Clash of the Titans. I've been in her position and it sucks. It sucks to have your heart set on doing this one thing and not have it happen. Maybe, it seems like you failed those that were rooting for you and most importantly, failed yourself. That’s what I felt when I lost the OWA Women’s World Champion. I felt like I disappointed everyone who had these high expectations for me, but it didn't kill my spirit. It didn't kill the motivation that I had inside and I can assure everyone that fall short in Clash hasn't killed my motivation to succeed.

I am still driven to succeed. I can see myself being OWA Women’s World Champion again. I can see myself going into the OWA Hall of Fame. I can see all of these amazing things for myself, but I realize that I could need Ascension to the Heavens in order to get the job done. It’s one of the matches that the world is going to be on the edge of their seats, just watching to see who will be the one to win the match. It’s one of the matches at Final Destination that I’m always excited to watch every year. Now, there’s a chance that I could take part inthe match? That’s something that’s exciting, but I know what I need to do to make sure that I secure my spot in that match. Defeating Alyssa Grace is going to be a challenge, but I embrace all of these challenges. I embrace a chance to prove that I’m one of the best female wrestlers that this company has to offer. I don’t hate Alyssa or wish her harm. If anything, I wish her all the luck in the world in her journey to get to Final Destination, but I am going to do what I can to make sure that it’s me that overcomes her, qualifies for the ladder match and gets one step closer into making history and having the entire future in her hands.

Aria Jaxon, Jeff X and Alyssa Grace have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 17th 2021, 2:23 pm by **Gwen Harper**

Kingdom Promo #1

Man Seeks to Cage Delight

Man seeks to cage delight

In Vain, Not Seeing

That her strong-pinioned flight

Is all her being;

The scene opens with the cold stare of Samuel Ogden baring down on the camera. Slowly the camera pulls back revealing a small living space. Ogden is sat on a red velvet chair and an old tome of poems is sat beside him and opened.

I made a choice, a choice that will define me for many moons to come. You see I had a moment, a chance to enhance the position I found myself in. I was one of a field of 40 that would allow me to show, express my words through my fists. But there was realization, an understanding if you would that, perhaps, this moment was not for me. I am sure going forward there will be those who criticize me, scrutinize my thoughts and my intentions as I struck and folded and got tossed aside in the moment. But they are not seeing, seeing the reason why, Why should a Man, fresh to the slaughter endure the pains of endless battle when by leaving the fight and finding his sanctuary was he but gifted a chance. Delighted as I would have been to carry forth an effort of strength and valor to outlast the lasted of the meaningless valor. But there was not art, no words to be sundered by the feet and the fists of my bodily motions. Titans were walking in place of the gods and I for one cannot fathom why this is preferred.

Basically what I am saying is that the titan games were beneath me as I do not look to become a titan, a being that was sundered from this earth by the gods of yore. No, I instead look to ascend myself higher and to bask in the light of the heavens before us and be granted due mercy by the gods themselves. For who am I but a bard who speaks of their glory and the poems I write and the way they are delivered to the masses show that I can rise higher and be gifted. And gifted I was, with a chance to be golden. Outlaws or not I can carry the burden better and further than any before me and while I am looking to carve my name among the stars, I must start by ending the reign of a would-be king, a man who has battled and battled by the side of great men. Now before you become flustered by the words I have chosen please understand I am not meant to become a god, not I do not seek to say I am worthy of such status. No I seek only to earn their respect and guidance and as my ancestors before me sang unto them in worship may my words and my meanings show to them from the blood I am spilling.

Dead fantasies-

Eternity, infinity - to tame

The ecstasy that flies.

Ogden shifts in his chair slightly, bringing his right leg up to cross over his left. He runs a gloved hand over his chin as the icy stare never breaks from the camera.

Many men would give their life to become a king. A king of land, of people, of prosperity the likes of which no other had seen before now. But coming into view, my next battle that must be waged is against a man who claims to be king. What did he give to become such? A knee, friendships, no nothing was given to claim this title as it is one self imposed. No land did he conquer he simply has thrown the title before his own name and the world has jubulated in it. Outlaw King Michael Bishop, how you confound me. You claim to be king, but Kings do not so simply hand off their land and title as easily as you did at Clash of Champions. Allowing for two others to claim your throne before finding a way to wrestle it back to you. You are no King, you are barely a Vassal. I march unto your lands and I bring with me an army of severance. You claim to be King and I say I shall slay the Tyrant. And while armies beseige your very lands it will be you and I that are locked together away from the toils of our brethren. A cage you claim to have been born into.

How fitting should it be that the kingdom you claim to rule should fall because of your failure within that very cage. You think you infallible inside this structure for your past has prepared you for what you face. But need I remind you Bishop, while our past defines who we are, it does not define what we become. And while you may have mastered the ways of winning inside cages, you have not mastered the ways of beating the fluidity of my words and actions. Be that within a cage or a ring, my fists and my feet bring forth the words you need to hear. Through my actions and my beatings shall you learn on the ways in which your kingdom falls.

And vexed by bonds of space,

By veils of time,

He Dreams a special grace,

A power sublime

Ogden stands and makes his way to the far end of the room he is in. Revealing along the way a very old and terrifying looking cage. His gloved hands run across rusted joints and sections as he makes his way around it.

One must ask why I feel I can walk into the den of the lion and walk out the victor. The answer is simple to know. The lion is one of old, no longer the spry rookie in the spring of their prime. All to often the lion had to dip its toes into the fountain of youth and now when faced with real youth before it. The stamina lacking in its legs, the youthful wonder ready and willing to dance the dance and stand tall as the Lion wears itself out. The beauty in the youth is its resilience. The ability to take punishment and strife and continue its march forward. Bishop, you can beat the living hell out of me and it will not be enough to stop my progress. You speak and you warble and you fight tooth and nail and I will return the same with vigor and poise. And as your arms become heavy and your kicks become lame, I will be just hitting my stride.

A quick end is not in your future, no I see you starving to put me down as quickly as you can but the look of defeat that paints your face as you realise I am not one to be bested. Pain is a myth in my world of worlds and you will not doll out anything worse than I know I can already take on the chin. The power you think you have in this instance will be lost on me. Like the frail surgical bindings holding your knee together, you will see your body fail you when you least expect it. It is there in that moment that I will gain advantage, rise higher and higher until I ascend to your throne Michael. Where I shall look down on you and briefly, every so briefly think to offer you mercy. But none will be given, no for Tyrants are meant to fall and die and freedom shall be brought back and the Outlaws once again will roam.

In these abstractions: vain

Unbodied signs,

Frail shadows of the ecstasy and pain

With which Orion shines,

You hold yourself higher than the station you deserve Michael Bishop. As a King, you have squandered your realm twice. Unable, or perhaps unwilling to actually uphold your reigns. Twenty Four hours a day should your back be watched but until now, until me you have not had the hounds of blood nipping at your heels. And when men have risen, they bring you down, only for you to sneak back to your throne. I challenge you now, to actually defend your spot, prove to me and the world that you can hold the title you have claimed three times. But I fear it will be the same as ever Bishop. Butter on your hands will allow the Outlaw Championship to fall from your grasp once more. And while you will strive, hunt, sneak, the fourth reign will not be coming. I will Take your kingdom from you, and I will not release it back. No for I shall ascend to your throne and then start to share my art with your people. I will turn them against you, I will wash you from their memory.

And the rose unwinds

Each scented fold;

With which Man grows and finds

The note of gold

Hid in the heart of laughter,

Heart of sighs,

In measured golden music flying after

The golden voice that flies;

The true King, Bishop, will be the one who walks away with gold on their body. As we battle and fight and rage this war, and the people see and hear and understand my meanings that you are nothing more than a tyrant whose kingdom is worthless under your rule. Flowing down from the heavens comes a man you are ill prepared to receive. Youth is on my side and while I grant you leave that you are the vetran at war, I am no rookie. I have already killed a man in my wake, I have already laid waste to people who oppose me. You claim two of us will stand, One living and one dying. You are not wrong, but you are mistaken if you think your old, beaten and bruised body is going to be the one to topple me. My vessel is honed, cut and strengthened on its youthfulness.

You ponder in your infinite questioning if I am ready to pay for what I have signed up to do. But you see, I am not bringing payment, no I am bringing you the receipt of your debts. I am coming to collect on your ramblings and your words of warning. I am making you stand up and deliver on your words and threats. I am more than enough to push you past your limit. Father time fails you as I bring to you a fight you never wanted. I come to expose your weakness and show the world why false kings never thrive. To do so I am willing to fight, to take on whatever beating you think you can muster and take the lumps and the pains and fight on through. Never allowing you to sunder me and never falling before you. I deny you the pleasure of seeing my anguish and I will push through the pain and the soreness and deliver to you a blow so final that ner will they speak of your name henceforth. Erasing your legacy not only from the minds of the masses but those of the faithful you tender. OWT will see you for what you are, a false prophet.

To rule is to lead, you seek only to rule with that of an iron fist. Tyranny has no place in the world of today. I am coming for you Michael Bishop, to end you reign of terror over the outlaws. To show that I am the bearer of gold for the future. High in the praises of the jubilant faces and seeing my joy as you break from my fighting. I will not bow to you false king..I will not bow to you ever. But I will break you from your throne of nothingness and I willk leave you to die in the cage you were born.

The camera pans showing Ogden picking up a piece of raw meat. There is movement from inside the cage, but very feint. He opens a small door in the cages frame and tosses the meat inside. Laying there chained, run down, old and broken is a very proud but clearly past his prime Lion. He struggles to stand from old age and barely makes it to the raw meat before laying down in a huff and gnawing on the offered meal. The camera pans back to Ogden who is watching it like a hawk. His eyes never blinking, boring holes through the old lions before him as the scene fades to black.

POEM BY M. D. ARMSTRONG

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

Re: OWA Promos February 17th 2021, 1:19 am by **Michael Bishop**

Chicago, 2021

(The meeting room previously stormed by Bo Maro and Michael Bishop has now been converted into a war room. The mafia’s decorations have been torn down in place of old school style posters, different sets of gloves, and a large selection of alcohol on a cart in the corner. Those who left took what they could carry, those who stay now wear the logo of Chicago MMA on their jackets…. Bo Maro takes a pack of marlboro’s out of his jacket pocket, he pulls his worn zippo out and sparks it).

“-You’re gonna have so much lung cancer”.

(Bishop’s words stop Bo still, he laughs as he looks down at a ‘Map’ on the long table. It’s a map of the previous season marking out every step of the Dreadknight’s war path. Harcore Havoc, the Steel Asylum, collisions with Kyle and the War Queen Matsuda…. Blood Sports 4).

“If all the fuckin’ coked out boxers didn’ kill me, a fuckin’ smoke won’t”.

(Bo lights a cigarette, he places it down next to the most recent landmark…. The 2021 Clash).

“So…. Full Circle”

(Bishop nods)

“Full Circle. Clash is behind us now, the road to Final Destination 3 awaits…”

(Bishop’s eyes haven’t left the table, there’s a dark look of hunger in them. Bo holds in his breathe for a bit, analyzing the situation as he sits back).

“The longer you fight, the more attention you draw, Michael. There’s no more fading into irrelevance for you after all of this… People know you now, the world knows you…. You started this as a boy, you became The Dreadknight, and now you stand here as the Outlaw King. You’ve dropped champions of every single tier, every single caliber. And hell…. After the Clash? Gettin’ to the final 9? You’ve got a bright red target on your back”.

(Bishop shakes his head, he looks at Bo with piercing eyes).

“Every single scar that lines my body… was once a crosshair that was trained on me, Bo. Someone smacked their lips, loaded their shot, aimed it right for my heart and failed. I’ve always had a target on my back. I don’t shy away from it and I certainly don’t use it as an excuse to run and hide, that’s never been me. I don’t shy away, I don’t wait for a challenge, I bring it to them…”.

(Bishop gazes back at the visual calendar…. His eyes center on the latter half of last year).

“Every single fuckin’ match I’ve had has been for survival, for supremacy. Gaze back and witness how every motherfucker who came under that rope did so with the intention of cutting me down. For one reason or another, it’s always been personal. I’ve been drilling my way to the center of the earth, cutting through the crowd, as the walls grow higher around me. And yet I don’t feel suffocated, I feel alive. More so than I ever have before”.

(There’s a deep exhale, some of the other men at the table nod. Bo smiles, he shakes off some of the ash into a tray).

“Full speed ahead then?”.

“You’re goddamn right. These are the character building hours in a man’s life, Bo. The good old days, the all or nothing fight against the world. You either give it all you got or you go home: A hungry heart, a loaded weapon of a right hand, a razor sharp elbow and a title around my waist….”.

(Bishop’s eyes wander around the room… he locks eyes with some Chicago MMA faithful; OWT Wrestler... The russian war machine, Viktor Bannon).

“.....Before this is all over Bo, they will remember me as the most dominant Outlaw Champion, the most proficient Outlaw Champion, and the motherfucker who put this title and division on the industry map. Not by money fighting or talk show bullshit, but because I dropped every champion, stacked every challenger, and carved into their bodies what it meant to be an Outlaw. Taking what you are owed, by force, because this world is so evil that it will try and give you no chance to do so”.

(Bo nods, he uncaps a small bottle of whiskey… pouring a shot into a small glass, before holding it in the air).

“To the last golden age fighter standing….. To The Outlaw King, Michael Bishop!!!”.

(The room full of Outlaws, including Viktor himself, raises their glasses in a toast).

“-TO THE OUTLAW KING!!!!! MICHAEL BISHOP!!!”

Fighting on Kingdom is fighting through a murderer’s row. True, time tested and proven, there’s a reason it’s still the premiere brand of OWA because it holds the hungriest, most violence, and top tier competitors in the company. It is a dog eat dog, dog shoves a dagger in the back of dog while slamming another dog’s knee with a steel chair, kind of world. You either rise through the ranks through blood and pain, building a ladder out of the broken ribs, rung by rung, or you get stacked like the rest.

It’s very much a young man’s world. You have the be the strongest, you have to be the fastest, you have to be on top of your shit 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, every week, every show, every match. If you’re not, that one slip will cost you, that unblocked shot will kill you, and you will succumb to the cruel yet fair reality that is combat sports and become yet another could have been in history.

That’s not bullshit, that’s a fact. It’s a reality I came 10 n’ 2 to not too long ago, and hang to cling to the razor’s edge to keep from falling into the darkness of history. I clawed my way back up by not accepting that. I carved my way back through Murderer’s row like I have every single time by being a cut above the rest, the best of the best, doing what I’ve always done and operating on a different level, with a different hunger, and a different killer instinct that every son of a bitch. It’s what’s defined me from everyone else on the roster, it’s what’s made me, me.

It’s why everyone averts their eyes and swallows hard when they hear they’re walking in against me because of what I stand for. The blood I’m willing to spill, the methods I’m willing to use. I don’t come from a ring or a soft ass academy, I come from a fucking forge. I was molded by a sociopathic bastard hellbent on creating war machines to fight between steel link. And when he set me loose on the world, there hasn’t been a man, woman, or demon worthy of taking me down and keeping me the fuck down. Fear the old man in a young man’s sport. Fear the motherfucker they call, The Revenant. Gaze at the path behind me, look at the bodies I’ve buried.

You answered the call, Ogden. When The Dreadknight came knocking, you stroke your mustache, you puffed out that roided ass neck, and you strapped on your gloves. Tighten your jockstrap, pull on your gloves because you’re standing on my turf, in my territory, on my brand, into my world.

When you walk in here, you feel the anxiety and rage that is trapped in those walls. When you step into that Steel Cage, you feel my aura, my legacy, the weight and crushing pressure of every single foe I have slain, cut down like a fuckin’ dog. Their blood, my opponents blood, coats every one of those steel links. When you walk that canvas, you don’t feel at home because you’re at my home. Don’t get it twisted, this is my fuckin’ turf, these are the trenches I have carved, furnished, and walked for the last 20 years, and the same ones I will fight in for 20 years more.

The last time I walked into a cage, I dragged the heavyweight champion of the world into deep waters. I smothered him in them, I watched as he gasped, as he screamed, as he cracked mentally, physically, and spiritually and only when he’d given up on his fuckin’ reign did I finish him.

I faced off against the Ice Man, the man who thought he ruled the roost of combat sports, a man who claimed to be from a similar background as I did, who claimed to be better than me in every way. I proved that was a tough fuckin’ lie when I went in there, I beat the bricks off him in front of the world, in front of his manager, in front of his wife- and only when she was screamin’ his name. Only when ol' Jasmine was begging me “Stop! Stop! Michael Stop the fight!” -did I put Scott Oasis down in a way no one had before.

The last time I walked into a cage fight, I beat Knight’s head into the canvas, I made a mockery of every world title contender on Kingdom. Last I walked onto this canvas I faced off against the Queen. I planted my flag, she planted hers, we stood across that 20 meter line and we put our souls where it matters, and only when it was done, when she was deep inside my triangle choke. Her head bleeding, her mind fading to black, did I peel her off, did I leave her on that canvas, and did I raise this championship high because This is now, what it has always been. My Division, My Turf, My War, My territory.

The steel cage is where the Outlaw Championship was born, it’s where it has been baptized again and again, molded by battle, defined by excellence, fought over by the toughest motherfuckers to do so and stripped off those unworthy.

“When the world is dark, when the laws are corrupt,

it comes time for good men, men who are willing to do what it takes to spit on their hands,

sharpen their elbows, and go to war.

To raise their own flag and become Outlaws”.

That is the Outlaw creed, that is the score. that is the marching banner of this belt, and I am it’s King.

The Outlaw King. Tried, tested, proven true and the mothafucker who will carry this belt, this movement, this war to Final Destination, through final destination, but all that only happens after this war because if you believe for a second I’m looking past this or underestimating you, you’re dead wrong. I haven’t underestimated a god damn opponent in years and it has earned me a fuckin’ graveyard of World Title holders, a sea of Spartan Champions, and more legends than you can fathom.

This run has always been my storm, my push, my manifested destiny that I’ve taken hold of and steered towards what I want. Every motherfucker worth his salt- put the fuck down. Every champion who came walking, I took a piece of. Hell 12 months after I reappeared, I walked back into the every same clash, dumped out the Hybrid champion and he couldn’t do shit about it. I took those Cosairs on at the same time, and they couldn’t do shit about it. I rode the lightning with our Spartans Champion, the man who derailed Arata Asakura’s reign and I beat him within an inch of his fuckin’ life!!

I am a legend in my prime!! The last year has been my masterpiece, my magnum opus to fighting, to blood sports, to a career older than most of this roster, and I treat every fight like it deserves to be treated- A War, A picasso of blood and rage, another step in solidifying this reign, heightening this championship. Showing every motherfucker tuning in what it means to be an Outlaw and despite all of the missteps, all of the stepbacks, why I am STILL!!! The Outlaw Champion!! What I always will BE!! The outlaw Champion!! Why when we meet in that steel cage, you will find yourself to be a fish out of water, a man exposed. When that pressure hits you, when you’re beaten and bloody against the steel, when you’re losing your breath, emptying your lungs, my hands around your throat…. We will see what’s underneath all of that testosterone and muscle. We will see how deep that persona is.

When I carve into the soul of Ogden will I find the same man? Will I find a scared man? You learn real quick after those three bells, on that line what kind of man you are deep down and I have shown time and time again why I am, have been, and always will be THE Motherfucker to lead this division because I birthed the idea, wrote the course, published the blood, and defined what it means to be a fighter, a survivor, and an Outlaw!!

So tune in!! Come one, come all!! Gaze upon the finest hour of the Outlaw Division as two men, cut from the same stone, fight for a title both are hungry for. However when all is said and done, when that ring grows dark, when that canvas grows cold, when you’re fading into the shadows with it we will see who stands tall. Who’s hand is raised. Who remains the And Still Outlaw Champion, The And Still Outlaw King, the motherfucker who has taken it to every member of this brand, and remains And Still!! The Boogeyman!!! And Still!! The Peak!!

That steel cage has been, and always will be, my home. This canvas has been, and always will be, my cutting board. I’ve been on this brand longer than almost every motherfucker here, I have taken a piece of everyone here, I remain the old guard, vanguard, and veteran motherfucker for a reason. And when the war is over this sunday, you will learn who’s Kingdom you’re in, who’s industry you partake in, who owns those 4oz gloves. You will remember my name, you will remember my creed, you will stand across little soldier, you will respect it, and you will like it!!!

The whole world is watching. This belt is as young as they come and they will look back on these days as it’s workhorse hours. As It’s finest hours. They will remember the battles fought, and they will remember this as the defining moment. I’ve never turned down a fight in my life and I live to fight the best, to beat the best, to break the best and turn them into a fuckin’ shell. You signed that dotted line and you agreed to the score.

Now is the time to see if you’re willing to pay.

Two shall stand,

One shall live,

One Shall Die.

See you soon.

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon and Gwen Harper have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 17th 2021, 12:44 am by **Elijah Hampton**

(Somehow, someway, Elijah Hampton, the clear-cut favorite to win the Clash of the Titans...according to himself, didn’t. It's head-scratching, mhm. A lot of people lost money because of this. People are depressed. They no longer know what the meaning of life is. They are straight-up not having a good time. But as many of you know, when Elijah comes up short, he’s a gracious loser. He takes responsibility. No pointing fingers. No blame game. It’s on him. And here is Elijah now, walking towards the camera. The location being in a mansion. He’ll say it’s his, but it’s not. Elijah takes off his shades and lets out a sigh.)

“It’s...”

(Elijah takes a moment to get himself together. Takes a deep breath with a disappointed look. But then, anger washes over him.)

“IT’S NOT FAIR!!!!! At Clash of the Titans, I got screwed. No lube. No sweet talk before. No candle-lit dinner. NO HORSE AND BUGGY! I WANTED TO ENJOY THE SLIGHT BREEZE RUN THROUGH MY HAIR AS WE LOOK UP AT THE MOONLIGHT! ...Look, all I wanted was for a moment to smell the roses before I achieved my big moment! But nooooo! I got fucked over. And that doesn’t sit well with me and it shouldn’t sit well with you either. I’M LIVID! OHHHH BOY, I’LL TELL YOU WHAT, I’M ABOUT TO ACT UP! I’M GONNA...actually, you know what? Nah, I’m cool. I’m calm. And I’m collected, baby. Look, everybody knows I’m handsome, yes...OWA’s sexy sex symbol, yes...but what we also know is...that’s right, I’m extremely bright. I got a big ol’ brain. The best brain. My brain could beat up your brain. Meaning, I’m a student of the game. And sure, the winner of the Clash of the Titans may go by the Grave Worm...but I’m THE BOOK WORM! I know all there is to know about analytics. Numbers. I love them. Especially the ones written on my paycheck! And the ones sloots program into my phone! Listen, I studied and prepared so much for that match, you don’t even know! I looked into every opponent and I was able to pinpoint their strengths and weaknesses as my eyes were glued to the game film. LIKE A HAWK OKAY?! I invested my time into this. I was ready. I knew I was going to win! I was so fucking sure until...well, until I was cheated. And so were the fans because now I’m most likely not going to main event Final Destination and I’ll tell you right here and now, that’s gonna piss them off to the max! That’s right, not a lil bit...but TO THE MAAAAXXXX! They’ll demand refunds and who can blame them? Not me! What a missed opportunity. And it’s not my fault either. What I encountered in that match should have never happened. It wasn’t right. It really bummed me out and OWA should be ashamed of themselves for letting it all unravel! Big Naheem! Jacob Senn! Yeah, it took an army to put me away, no surprise. It took a literal tank that nobody knew about to do damage to my temple of a body. He wasn’t signed to this company, so I couldn’t prepare for him. Wasn’t fair! Therefore he shouldn’t have been in this match. Therefore he was trespassing onto my property, the ring. Yeah, I own it. Every single Kingdom, baby! And I want him arrested for putting his hands on me. I was attacked. I was fearful for my life. He not only caused me physical harm, but a ton of stress. And the only way we can make this all right...THE ONLY WAY...is for him to issue me a public apology! A heartfelt one at that. I want him on the verge of tears. I want to see remorse in his eyes as I climb up to the top rope so we can be eye level. Actually nah, I want him to kneel. He needs to show me respect. I’m an OWA legend at this stage of my career. He’s the new guy, so it’s only right. So yeah, that’s it really. To smooth this all over with me, The Smooth Operator is for him to man up and give me an apology. That’s it! Oh and yeah, for him to be locked up for 25 to life! That’s it! That’s more than fair in not only my opinion, but my HONEST opinion...and then we can consider ourselves even. Ugh, but he probably won’t and knowing that makes me so heated! Ugh, if he was here right now, I would so make an example out of him and pimp slap him so hard! But he’s not here! Ugh, oh well. Guess Naheem lives to see another day!”

(Elijah quickly looks over both of his shoulders to make sure that the behemoth of man is nowhere near him. Once he knows the coast is clear, he can breathe a sigh of relief.)

“Look, you know the deal. I have a match. I’m going to win and it’s onto the next one. But first, I must say a few words. Just a few! For I’ve never been much of a talker. Kinda camera shy as a matter of fact. But each and every week, I put on a brave face and do it all for you, the fans. I just wanted to let you know, I appreciate each and every one of you! But do you know what I don’t appreciate, hmm? Devi Krysis’ words. Not a fan of them. Not one bit. Look, I don’t care about what you have to say regarding me. I can take it, okay? I have thick skin. Perfectly soft and moisturized skin. So I have no issue with it. But when you start mouthing off about my second BFF, only behind my boiiii Shea, in Maverick? That’s when I take issue. That’s when my blood boils. That’s when I see red and I’m gonna charge at you full speed and omg you’re about to get the horns. Gonna pierce your skin. And then you’re gonna do like your last name says, Kry. I don’t like you! Ohhh shit, word, Elijah? Indeed, Elijah, indeed. I know that’s just devastating to hear coming out of my mouth because I know I’m like a role model to all of you and you hang onto my every word because I’m influential and stuff. But like, let’s be honest here, you had the AUDACITY to pffft me and where I come from, there’s no coming back from that! People get shot over comments like that! And now, you are my bitterest of rivals and I won’t rest until you are no more. I won’t catch any Z’s until I successfully lead you to your downfall. Do you understand? Just shake your head yes. But deep down, I think we both know you don’t. Just like you don’t know what you’re talking about so I would really appreciate it if you don’t bring up Shea and make reckless accusations about our team moving forward. You don’t get to know. You don’t need to know. It’s none of your concern and it’s highkey rude of you to stick your nose in my business. Like why are you doing this to me, hmm? I’ve done nothing wrong to you. In the past, I spoke very highly of you. I said you were gonna be a star one day. I might have laughed when I said it, but hey, I still said it! It’s the thought that counts. You’re welcome. But yeah, you make things awkward. You know that? You make me cringe a lot and you should feel bad. Like, when what’s his face says people will learn to fear you? Nah. That’s— Actually, you know what? On second thought, I do fear you. Mhm. Because I know if I lose to someone like you, someone that lives on the low end of the totem pole, there’s no coming back from that. People will giggle all over it and I won’t be able to live it down. You’re just not good...wow, so harsh Elijah wtf, and it physically pains me you haven’t come to that realization yet. You’re what we call a layup. You’re easy pickings. If you’re on a huge win streak and you’re facing Devi? Congrats ‘cause your win streak is about to be extended. Stuck in a rut and you seem to keep losing matches but your next match is against Devi? Congrats, your string of losses will end there and you will go back to your winning ways. Listen, you can’t cut it as a singles star and the same will ring true when it comes to your days as a tag team partner. I don’t even know who your partner is. Just know her nickname. Adorkable whatever, right? Sucks because seeing as how she’s teaming with you, she won’t accomplish anything either. But it’s okay. You try your best and that’s all that matters. Not everyone can be an elite competitor. Just like not everyone can be a stud. We need some duds sprinkled in there as well. That’s what you are. And we thank you for that. Just like I thank you in advance for being my personal punching bag this Thursday! Cheers!”

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

Re: OWA Promos February 16th 2021, 9:05 pm by **Daisy Thrash**

Reflections

The scene opens on Daisy looking into a well-lit vanity mirror, completely surrounded by abject darkness.

“Mirror mirror, on the wall. Who’s that lilac-locked goddess who shocked them all? Why, it’s me! The unbreakable, unmistakable force of nature known as Daisy Thrash. It seems like everybody’s got questions for me since my recent rise from the dead. Just who is that girl you see, staring straight back at me? Is it the Daisy Thrash who made her mark busting everyone’s expectations?”

Clip plays of Daisy sending Andrea Valentine through a table at Bloodletter.

“Yep. Is it the Daisy Thrash who clawed her way to the top of Lethal Angels of Wrestling?”

Clip plays of Daisy holding up the Lethal Angel Championship after a grueling steel cage match.

“You betcha. Is it the Daisy Thrash who took the Destroyer that destroyed her neck?”

Clip plays of Daisy landing awkwardly after taking Tyler Wolfe’s Bingo Hall Destroyer and afterward laid out on the mat being surrounded by medical staff.

“Unfortunately, yes. But is it the Daisy Thrash who was always a ‘good hand’? Is it the Daisy who tried ever so hard but could never reach the top? The one who everyone told time and time again ‘you’re good, but you’ll never be great’?

Daisy slams her hands down on the counter, causing the lights to flicker slightly.

“HELL NO!”

“I refuse to let that be my legacy! I’m writing the end of my own story. Back when I was in that hospital bed, I got hungry. No, I don’t mean the hunger that the rest of these little girls like to go on about. I’m talking about the kind of hunger that you can feel in every cell of your body. The kind that cuts straight to the bone. The kind that feels like a gaping maw, that urges you to eat something, anything! Sitting on this kind of hunger for two years has turned me into a ravenous beast. My claws, my fangs have only gotten sharper. I will rip and tear every single one of you who think it’s a good idea to get in my way to the top. ‘But Daisy!’, some of you may ask. ‘Everybody? I thought you wanted to be friends with some fellow competitors!’ The Daisy of old would’ve thought that way. That Daisy went into chrysalis and was reborn as a butterfly from hell: The Unseelie Queen. Then she finally realized the truth. In this business, friendship isn’t real. There’s always someone who’s more ambitious and throws their so-called friend away like a used tampon purely for their own success. So, I had an epiphany. If I wanted to be the greatest, I couldn’t afford to waste time on anyone else. I mean, they didn’t bother to take even a teeny bit of their precious time to call me. Or even shoot me a text. So why should I give a rat’s ass about any of them? If I want to ascend to the pinnacle of OWA, the only one I should focus on is me, myself, and I.

“I know another burning question that was on everyone’s mind after Clash. Why did I cast my lot in with OWA? My former employer certainly did not deserve the majesty of The Unseelie Queen. With me being one of the hottest free agents around once I was medically cleared, I was certainly spoiled for choice. I could have gone back to LAW and taken back MY championship, the one I never lost. I could have headed over to JET and become not only the top gaijin but the best damn joshi they’d ever seen. Hell, I could’ve taken over the entire IJWF if I wanted to! I even managed to get invited to a little promotion across the pond, one where the bitch who sentenced me to doctor jail is the top champion. But no, I had my sights set on somewhere where all the ‘premiere’ performers were supposed to be. As the premiere performer, what better place was there? Now I’m not naive, I know OWA isn’t all that different from my previous workplace. It’s the same corruption wearing a different face. A guy got killed, for crying out loud! But I’m not too worried. After all, how will they not be able to call me the best if I am the only one still standing? And it looks like the first one to get knocked down is gonna be Nakita DuBov.”

“It’s funny how you think I’m a hero. I certainly tried to be back in the day. I wanted to be the hero for all those people who are overlooked and marginalized. But where did that get me, huh? Left in obscurity to gorge myself on god awful hospital food until I die. Well fuck that! These stupid crowds are addicted to novelty. Whenever the next shiny thing comes along, you might as well be chopped liver. And that’s your future, Nakita. Even your fellow competitors forgot you were in the Clash and not unreasonably. Have you done anything worth a damn since you got here? You beat Devi Krysis, big whoop. Go steal some candy from a baby while you’re at it. And you might as well have been a sexy lamp at the Clash. Yeah, sure sounds like unrelenting dominance to me. I’m surprised you didn’t take a crack at my size! C’mon, aren’t you supposed to be this great Amazon that could eat someone like me for breakfast? Maybe you’re a little smarter than I thought you were. Maybe you realize the most dangerous monsters are the ones that look harmless. If you don’t, then you will this Saturday. I have survived death matches. I survived two years of hell clawing my way back to doing what I love. Surviving you will be no sweat. But hey, don’t worry! When it’s all over…”

She leans closer towards the mirror.

“I’ll be sure to deliver the bad news to Delilah myself.”

Cut to black.

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, Jeff X, HellFighterINC and Devi Krysis have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 16th 2021, 11:58 am by **DarkCircle**

"Dark Thoughts" (Kingdom Promo #1)

{The screen lightens and we see Jason Tyrell standing front and center, the “Emissary of Evil” reaching up to remove his trademark sunglasses as he slowly and calmly puts them away inside of his suit jacket}

Tyrell: So tell me, Myojin. What is it that you seek here in the Omega Wrestling Alliance exactly?

I mean your first steps into this fine organization is to confront my man, Ryo Sakazaki, after he has had one hell of a match against Jacob Senn and you mocked him, even going as far as writing your name across his forehead like he was nothing.

What was your aim there? To call out one of the rising stars of this company as a way to try and make a name for yourself or perhaps you are trying to get a little bit of rub of Ryo’s glory to cover up the foul stink of your own insecurity? Insecurities that you know that you can’t hide because you oh so kindly publicly throw them into everyone’s faces across the Twitter sea every few days. .

Do you seek to improve your standing in the society of professional wrestlers...or are you simply wishing to further fan the flames of your ill begotten war with Jacob Striker?

{Tyrell slowly motions at the space in front of him with his left hand, his face remaining utterly neutral}

Tyrell: You can tell us whatever you wish but that will never be the truth because to you, the truth is a fluid thing and it can be whatever you wish it to be.

Now there is no taking away your skill in the ring as you have shown an inkling, an *inkling* of future greatness provided that you actually focus on making that talent bloom rather than focus on the excesses that you are more focused on, unlike my charge in Ryo. Because you see where you are a mixed martial arts prodigy, you are nothing compared to the natural skill and fury that is Ryo Sakazaki, a young man full of fight and fury who is naturally your superior because he’s not afraid of putting in the work and he doesn’t throw a fit when he loses as he simply gets right the fuck back up and doesn’t give up.

{Tyrell gives the camera a slightly nasty smile}

Tyrell: I mean, your history speaks for itself doesn’t?

But while your history lasts a singular issue, Ryo’s are starting to fill up complete trade paperbacks.

{The camera angle then shifts to look past Tyrell to where Ryo is sitting on a wooden stool behind his advisor, dressed simply in a white dress shirt with a pair of blue jean, a dark look on his handsome young face}

Ryo: In the end it really doesn’t matter why you’re here in the Omega Wrestling Alliance, Myojin. It doesn’t matter if you here to start shit with me over your feud with Jake, and it really doesn’t fucking matter why you showed up after my match with Jacob Senn to pull that shit on me because what matters in the end is what I’m going to do to you.

And that is I’m going to take your fucking head off.

You can call me unimaginative all that you want as well because I choose not to wear heavy eyeliner and cosplay like I’m a Final Fantasy villain like you do in that ring, but instead I choose to focus on doing what I do best in that ring and fight like a devil to get the job done, no matter what and I really don’t give two shits if you’ve won this title or that title either, because to be completely honest you really don’t impress me at all.

I mean if you were really as impressive as you claim to be, then you would’ve won the entire Clash of the Titans, but instead you showed that you lack that killer instinct that you claim oh so mightily to have to anyone who’ll listen while I stood my ground and was able to eliminate a major player around here in the Alliance while you took out a minor bit player who actually has a future in this sport unlike you and the worst thing about it is that I’m not saying anything that you *yourself* hasn’t already been saying!

You say that you’re sick and tired of the “belittlement”, Myojin? I’m only belittling someone whose first action was to do that exactly to me after a hard fought match, you didn’t even fucking know me and you pulled that shit and you expect me to then treat you as an equal?

Fuck that noise.

When I first came here to the OWA, all I wanted to do was to earn my place and learn from several of the greats that have made their homes here and as sure as hellfire, that’s exactly what I’ve done because time and time again and I’m slowly becoming the polished jewel that this company needs as time moves on.

But you on the other hand, all you want to do is parade around and make everyone acknowledge how great you are until you decide that things are too much and you run from the very fights that you start. You want to be so much like Jacob Knight or Graham Baker that you can taste it and yet, you fail so horribly that it makes your soul weep and at Kingdom, live from Calgray, I’m going to make you weep even harder because the very man that you disrespected in your debut for this company is going to tear you apart like the piece of unused toilet paper that you are.

Come this weekend and Kingdom, I know that you’re going to do your damndest to do your best but in the end that’s not going to be enough when I bring your sorry ass down from the heavens and right into the blackest pit of hell where you belong.

{Ryo gives the camera a rather nasty smile}

Ryo: At Kingdom, the peacock dies.

{The screen then fades to black}

Nakita DuBov February 13th 2021, 3:57 pm by **HellFighterINC**

Nakita DuBov

Odyssey Promo #1

"Daisy's getting Thrash'd"

(The scene opens on the six-foot four inch "Fem Phenom" known as Nakita DuBov seated down on the bottom step of a stair way with her head down and lowered quietly and contemplative on the bottom stair while her four-foot eleven little persona manager, Kevin Edward LeBrock stands equal wearing his white three pieced Armani suit smoking on a cigar and his twenty four karet necklace glistens and shines in the light.)

LeBrock: "Here at last, with the Clash of the Titans in the books and the rest of us all licking our respective wounds, trying to pick up the pieces, gathering what little credibility and momentum that we can muster just so that we can soldier on towards forward to the path of Final Destination 3. Everybody cries tears of celebration and hang on with baited breath as Diantha Rosso decides whom she will face and we all wait with her. In the meantime, my client Nakita DuBov prepares for Odyssey when she takes on the one and only Daisy Thrash in singles competition in her OWA debut. Exciting stuff for us all while my girl Nakita here maintains her skyward launch of utter, unconditional, unrelenting, dominance through the ranks of the entire roster and it all starts with lil Miss fresh as a Daisy."

(LeBrock pats Nakita on the shoulder, who remains quiet, as she calmly looks up into the camera. Her bright green eyes burn with rage and intensity but a little smirking smile creeps onto her face.)

Nakita: "Thanks Kev for tagging me in. I've got this. Daisy Thrash, making her triumphant and unexpected return to wrestling and debuting with the OWA last weekend at the Clash of the Titans. The fact that you came back what medical experts had all said was a career ending neck injury. Aren't you the conquering one. So what does that make her, Kevin, help me out here. What are the words I'm looking for?"

LeBrock: "Big damned hero."

Nakita: "Big damned hero, big damned fucking hero!!! Yep, that sounds about right. You are coming in with a pocket full of broken promises that just need to be put together with some glue and tape, and to be the most selfish bitch on the planet and reclaim the justice that she has longed for so long. That's just adorable. Really it is. Truly Daisy Truly. You've got me all misty eyed."

LeBrock: "You Nakita? All tears and misty?"

Nakita: "Yeah, she melted the ice water flowing in my veins and got me crying on the inside. See this face? This is is my serious face, and it's also saying that I absolutely, positively don't give a flying ass fuck. I don't give a shit. There is more than just ice water that flows through these veins of mine and it's apathy. Cold and empty apathy. How should I delicately and respectfully put this. As much as I do respect you for fighting back from your injury and coming back to the land of the Alphas that is OWA, at the same time I really don't care and come this week on Odyssey, I am going to show you and the entire world that you should had stayed retired and in whatever exile that you were walking in. You have never or ever faced a foe like me Daisy and after this week, you never will again because I am going to finish what that neck injury started and I am going to put a final ending to the epic come back story that is Daisy Thrash. Every deathmatch that you have ever fought in, has almost died in time and again, has only done one thing and that is it has prepared you for the Omega, the end, your ending, your final chapter is about to be written. So you want to prove that you are ruthless and relentless and win at all cost Daisy? There is only constant in this business and that is there is always going to be a bigger, stronger, faster, smarter, and just as crazy of an opponent right around your corner and come Odyssey you just met the biggest one of all, and she is...Kevin, say my fucking name!"

LeBrock: "NAKITA DUBOV!!!!!"

Nakita: "Ya damned right, and the title of that final chapter will be...DAISY GETS THRASH'D! And down goes Daisy. See you in the ring kiddo, but I'm going to make you wish that you should had stayed on the shelf with you neck injury after I'm done with you."

(The camera slowly fades out as it zooms in on a closeup of Nakita's green eyes burrowing back into it.)

Jeff X and Daisy Thrash have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 12th 2021, 6:18 pm by **Devi Krysis**

Getting Better

(Atlantis Promo)

February 12, 2021

3:36 P.M

Unknown temple in Japan.

(As The Clash of The Titans passed, Devi has received another letter from the man in the black suit with the Majin symbol to head to Japan again knowing what could expect from her when she took a flight and already head over to the country and in to the temple.)

(Devi sitting in crisscrossing position at the center)

Devi v/o: Okay what brings me to this temple again this time?

(The Majin symbol appeared in flames in front Devi)

???: It's good to see you return after your good performance in the Women's Clash of The Titans, Devi.

Devi: Yes, after the training that I had to prepare for the match, i'm think that i'm getting better.

???: Well yes, seeing you winning The Women's Clash of The Titans and make sure that Revy and Jonetta Stone doesn't win was the top objective, now that Diantha Rosso won her second Women's Clash of The Titans match and going to Final Destination 3 for the Women's World Championship.

Devi: Yes, Diantha earn that moment.

???: Indeed she does, however you may not heading to Final Destination 3....yet. But your performance in the Women's Clash of The Titans was spot on and the crowd was roaring for you to win until The Banshee throw you out over the top rope. That explains you started to be better for your 2021 year however getting better is never good enough, I want to you improved your skills, getting more better and stronger, I want you to be a top athlete that you was in the Bloodsports MMA combat, I want that Devi! So that's why you'll be at Atlantis in the Tag Team match with your friend Azurine Vebbins against Maverick and Elijah Hampton!

Devi: Wait, wait...Mav and Hampton? Pfft those two, I don't see them get along, Elijah he used to have a partner, wondering what happened to him? Shea and Elijah were a good tag team despite there arguing and such. As far as Maverick goes...man I don't know what's going on with his mind after he confronted Matsuda and Jaxon, and what's he talking about "Us"? Mav, who's "Us" that you referring to? Pretty sure that's not Elijah Hampton!

???: Hmm, did Mav got banned by Twitter, few weeks ago?

Devi: Hell I know, it seems that Mav and "He" targeting The Queens. What Maverick needs to know that he need to focus on me and my Adorkable Friend because has I told on the Clash of The Titans post show, where do my road to Final Destination 3 lies? And I said anything, I mean ANYTHING could happen.

???: Regardless how your road to Final Destination you willing to took, the road will be tough when you get there and hopefully next year you'll win the Women's Clash of The Titans when the time comes, so today will start training for your match and your road ahead of you. We gonna make sure that Mav and Elijah Hampton will fear you!

3 hours later....

(Devi has been on a 3 hours of gruesome training. Striking in steel armor her hands and knees where bleeding has she continues to strike on. Taking hits in the kendo sticks front and back as she screams and started to resilience to those shots, Man in the black suit grabs her hair and drown her 10-20 times!)

???: You want to be champion? You want to protect your friend like Azurine? You want to compete in big matches? Well PROVE IT TO EVERYONE EVEN IN THE ODYSSEY LOCKER ROOM THAT WANT IT, MAKE! THEM! FEAR YOU!!!

(As Devi continues to train, and she started using Starks Training regimen and started showering in the dark using the acid tab as she returned to the Unknown temple.)

5:58 pm

???: Well, well you seems that you're ready for anything leading to the Road to Final Destination. Whatever road you take Devi, you got to make it count!

Devi: Yes sir!

???: Now, head back home and prepare for Atlantis.

(Devi bow has she left the temple and head back to North Carolina.)

Devi (v/o): The training went extremely well, I may not won the Clash of The Titans match, that's doesn't matter now. Me and Azzy are teaming up again and I've haven't been in Atlantis in forever, hopefully i'll make it count against Maverick and Elijah Hampton because I want to start my road to Final Destination 3 on the right path and these two are roadblocks that needs to be put down. Remember this boys, the wolf is always at your door!

Kingdom 2/21/21 - Promo #1

"If He Dies, He Dies"

The camera opens on Jacob Knight training in Dieterich’s compound, sparring with two other men in the training ring. We get a shot showing Sergei Dieterich looking on from afar, a smug grin on his face as he watches his protégé show no mercy to his sparring partners.

Sergei Dieterich (V/O): “Beeindruckend, nein?” (Impressive, no?)

The camera cuts to a shot of Sergei sitting in a steel chair, the spar-turned-brawl continuing to take place in the background.

Sergei Dieterich: “Sein Auftritt beim Kampf der Titanen war nur ein Vorgeschmack auf das, was der junge Jacoby hier erwartet. Er hat wieder diesen Antrieb, diese gewalttätige Leidenschaft, die wir in zu wenigen Augenblicken von ihm gesehen haben, seit er in OWA war. Ich habe keinen Zweifel daran, dass es große Belohnungen für das endgültige Ziel bringt. Denn darauf konzentrieren wir uns. Nicht dieses erbärmliche Spiel gegen Sin Khonsu.” (His performance at the Clash of the Titans was just a taste of what is to come for young Jacoby here. He has that drive once more, that violent passion that we've seen from him in too few moments since he's been in OWA. I have no doubt that it will yield great rewards come Final Destination. Because that is what we are focused on. Not this pitiful match against Sin Khonsu.)

As Sergei speaks, we see Jacob pop up one of the men before slamming him down into the mat with a “With Reckless Abandon.” The third opponent watches from the side, trying to use the ropes to pull himself back to his feet.

Sergei Dieterich: “Wenn du mich fragst, ist dieses Match eine Beleidigung. Es ist ein kranker Witz! Jacoby hat sich in dieser Firma etabliert und jetzt, auf dem Weg zu Final Destination, dem größten Ereignis des Jahres, wollen sie ihn mit einem alten Mann zusammenbringen, der sein Debüt gibt? Du musst ein Scherz sein!” (If you ask me, this match is an insult. It's a sick joke! Jacoby has established himself in this company and now, on the way to Final Destination, the grandest event of the year, they want to match him with an old man who is making his debut? You have to be fucking kidding!)

As Sergei finishes his rant, we see Jacob turn his attention away from his fallen opponent and to his new mentor.

Jacob Knight: “Whoa whoa whoa, Sergei! I may not know a word of what you just said but you sound pissed when there’s no reason to be! I - excuse me a moment.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Jacob sees the man against the ropes rise to his feet. After excusing himself, he rushes to the opposite set of ropes, bounces off, and floors the man with a stiff lariat as he comes forward to face him.

Jacob Knight: “NOW STAY! DOWN!”

With that, Jacob steps through the ropes and sits down on the apron, the cameraman moving up to meet him there.

Jacob Knight: “Sin Khonsu: the old and noble space cowboy who’s managed to make a stop in Omega Wrestling Alliance on his epic quest to find the man who murdered his wife. Is this what this company has come to? Accepting delusional old men who have no experience in the ring? They must have really been looking to fill the hole that Kenny Drake left in the Kingdom roster after he went and “martyred” himself. Sin, I must say, you really had an impressive showing of getting your ass handed to you at the Clash. How did Giovante Reese describe your elimination again? Oh, that’s right, “He falls to the floor like a victim of cardiac arrest.” And even though Arata meant to eliminate little Ryo from the match, I suppose fate was merciful by letting him eliminate you before you suffered a real heart attack. But it seems fate chose to show you mercy once because now, thanks to the decisions of our resident mongoloid and Kingdom GM Scott Oasis, your path has led you to me.”

Sergei enters the frame from the left and tosses Jacob a bottle of water and a towel. As Jacob opens the bottle and pours some of the cold liquid on his head before taking a swig, Sergei lets out a low laugh.

Sergei Dieterich: “Und it may even end with him. Let us just hope they have another rookie to fill your place in the event you are carried out with a blanket draped over you.”

Jacob Knight: “You see, it isn’t the first time I’ve stepped in the ring with debuting talent. Hell, my debut was almost a year ago against two fresh additions to the Olympus roster. Blake Cassidy and Jahseh Jett, two young up-and-comers who were set to take the blue brand and this company by storm. Then they had a match with me. Much like the two gents behind me, Cassidy and Jett were no match; they were mere stepping stones. What happened to them afterwards is anyone’s guess. They quickly faded into obscurity while I earned a spot in the Ascension to the Heavens match at Final Destination II which catapulted me to relevancy and some of the biggest matches of my career here in OWA. And you know what, who's to say that won’t happen again? That potential is what’s keeping me focused on this match. At this time of the year, a match that seems meaningless can be the key to a place at Final Destination. And that’s why despite everything I see when it comes to this Mandalorian wannabe here, I refuse to see this as some joke. Consequently, your Kingdom debut is bound to end poorly, because I’m not going to pull any punches.”

Suddenly, Jacob snatches the camera and pulls it closer to him.

Jacob Knight: “I could give a fuck about your age, your bounties, your space adventures or your dead wife; I will not let you leave Calgary with a win over me. Just like Cassidy and Jett, you will crumble, you will fail, and any memory of you will be forgotten; that I can promise you. What I can’t promise you, however, is that you will leave alive, old man.”

Knight shoves the camera, and consequently the cameraman, away from him, causing the camera to fall backwards and hit the ground with a solid crack, the screen fracturing. Despite the damage, it keeps rolling for a few seconds longer, capturing Jacob from a floor perspective.

Cameraman: “Are you really going to try and kill an old man?”

Jacob grins wickedly.

Jacob Knight: “If he dies, he dies..."

Scott Oasis and MrOtaku2399 have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 6th 2021, 11:59 pm by **Diantha Rosso**

Liz. Do you mind if I call you that? While it’s very true that I called you unknown, I didn’t mean it as a sign of disrespect or lack of taking you seriously. I know how difficult this wrestling game is and that on a given night, especially in a match like the Clash, that crazy things can happen. I respect the fact that you’re obviously a big, strong girl and you’re definitely not one who seems capable of shying away from a fight. But there are some things that I think you need to be made aware of. I haven’t talked about doing it. I have done it. You’re talking to someone who has been a double champion, the only person on Odyssey who has had the honor of calling themselves OWA Women’s World Champion more than once. You’re talking to the person who has won both the Clash and the Promethean Chamber, someone who took a steel chain and wrapped it around Eris’s throat and made her quit not just the match, but the company altogether. I went to Atlantis and beat Finnegan Wakefield, I’ve beaten Jonetta Stone more times than you’ve had hot dinners, and there was this one time where I fucking stabbed someone on worldwide pay-per-view television to win a championship. So, compared to the rest of this roster of women, I can say that stage fright is far from a concern of mine. My Final Destination record notwithstanding, when the lights are on….I’m on. I’ve done a little research about you and saw whom you were trained by so I’m actually very much intrigued to meet you. Just understand that lulling yourself into a false sense of security about one unfortunate statistic of mine and ignoring the fact that I have firmly established myself as one of the most fearsome fighters on Odyssey and done things that the majority of you can only talk about doing would be ill-advised. It’s good to have confidence, but I think you may be skewing a bit on the arrogant side. I know how much a match like the Clash can change and evolve. This field that has been entered may be the strongest that has been assembled, men’s or women’s, in OWA history. The talent is that deep, that diverse. That doesn’t mean anything to me. This is my third entry into this match and if I’m not mistaken there’s not too many others that can make that claim. And all due respect to you, there’s not much that even someone like you can offer me that I haven’t seen done, and done better for that matter, before you came on to the scene.

Gwen Harper. You’re absolutely right, I don’t know you. But I plan to get a little more familiar with you starting at the Clash. You are someone that I’ve had my eye on for some time now. I consider you someone who not long from now will be competing for the OWA Women’s World Championship or the Goddesses Championship if you choose to. You’re not that different from what I used to be. But do you honestly think, especially with everything that I’ve endured for the past few months, being blamed by four women specifically for “holding them back”, that I don’t realize that I have a very large target on my back? I understand the process, I know the score. When I found myself on the outside looking in heading to Final Destination a couple of years ago, what did I do? I went straight for Azumi Goto, the world champion. A lot of my earlier time in OWA was spent specifically picking fights with people considered higher up the pecking order to make sure to make a name for myself. Did I succeed in picking them all off? No. In fact, I lost a lot more than I won. I am worried about politics, but I don’t worry about competition in the ring. I know I have my work cut out for me in the Queen of the World tournament. I know I have my work cut out for me at the Clash. I know that when I win the Clash, I may have to win two matches in one night to leave Final Destination champion against some combination of April, Llorona and Jonetta Stone, who I highly suspect may wait until then to try to cash in her Cup opportunity. I’ve been hunter, hunted, sinner and saint. I’ve gone after people and I’ve had to try to withstand the onslaught of others trying to make a name at my expense. I have a lot of ambitions, but nothing beyond things I know I can achieve. The ability to compartmentalize and keep things in perspective, to take every challenge on at a time is important. I’ve had some mishaps of late, losing my title and all, but that’s not something unusual for me. My career can be defined by mistakes, failures, and choking in big moments. But I choose to define my career with the victories, the passion, the attention to little details that some don’t bother to pay. I know that as soon as I enter that ring, regardless of when I enter, whatever people in that ring will be focused right on me. I thrive on that pressure, that atmosphere. I’ve proven it before in these multiwoman matches, twice in fact. I’ll happily prove it again and show you that I’m as focused as ever.

I don’t think you understand, Revy. Right or wrong has nothing to do with what has gone on. I don’t care about justification anymore. What I have planned for you isn’t about justice or balancing the scale one way or another, it’s about making sure you suffer for the rest of your life for what you did. I don’t care who bullied who or who did what. Does that make me a hypocrite? Probably. Do I care? Absolutely not. You had a widow fired on television while she was mourning the death of her husband. And you SMILED. You FUCKING SMILED while doing it. You were laughing and joking with your friends as if everything was going to be sweet again. Personally, you, as a wrestler, I didn’t have any feelings about. Our interactions have always been minimal up to this Demo Corps nonsense. When I was Champion, April was right there with me. We were even tag team champions together and I loved and at one time cherished all that time together. How long have you been around her, poisoning her mind with some of this rubbish about me big-timing her? I’ve always been very open that I’ll face all comers, especially when I’m holding gold. Where did she get the idea that I didn’t care about her, that I disrespected her somehow? I tried to keep our friendship together, I even tried to forgive her once she slammed me in the back with a steel chair. You aided and abetted her beating the snot out of Dulce and Natalie too, and I was supposed to just sit back and accept this was just the new order of things?

No.

The things that I want to do to you are very dark in scope. Not because of what I want to do to you physically. What I want to do to you mentally is far more important to me. You say you love wrestling, that this is your livelihood and all you have? Good. Thank you for letting me know exactly what I should target. You will never feel safe. You will never feel happy. Everytime you come to an arena, every time you look at that match card and see my name anywhere on it when you’re in the same place, you will feel an eternal sense of dread. I have lofty ambitions besides just winning the Clash. I have ambitions in Japan as well. But for YOU, I will make some extra time. Every time you see me, you’ll be battered. You’re already accustomed to losing and getting back up, so I’ll have to go to extreme lengths to break you. This place that you love, this industry that you love, the last little bit of clarity that you have in your pathetic existence….it will become hell on earth. Your revenge was forcing Niki to give up a sport that she loved and a title that she rightly earned by beating me. My revenge will be making you walk away from this sport a defeated, emotionally crippled shell of yourself...by your own volition. By all means keep dreaming of meeting April at Final Destination. I think that will be a perfect way to begin your torment, by forcing you to watch someone else in your “Dream Match”, If April is even good enough to beat Llorona. I’m going to enjoy making your career my personal plaything.

Revy’s not the only one interested in having her dream match with April….is she, Hana? I don’t claim to know you, even though I’m always eternally grateful for how you pitched in to help me beat Eris and the Void. You didn’t have to come out there with April and my brother but you did. I know how close you are to April and I know how much you despise Matsuda, but to the extent that’s all I’ve kept track of your feelings about things. I know that you have been very close to being Goddesses Champion and not long ago came up just short in a match very similar to this Clash. Your personal business with April that you have, that’s all well and good, but the business I have with your friend and mentor is a little more pressing in my mind. Make no mistake, whether it’s at Final Destination or somewhere else, I’m going to break her. So, I ask you once again since you seemed to tiptoe past my asking: are you aligning yourself with the Demolition Corps or not? And don’t give me the nonsense about you talking shit to Revy or Jonetta because April acted like she couldn’t stand any of them before she twisted a knife in my back. If you’re coming into the match with good intentions, then I welcome fighting you. But...if you’re on the side of people like Revy and Jonetta and April...understand that we cannot coexist. The company that people keep is starting to mean more to me nowadays and if you can make the mistake of being in league with people like Stephanie Matsuda and April Song, I’m not sure how much I can trust you not to be a nuisance. Choose wisely, because I only offer my hand once.

Alyssa, I have so much respect for you, and I know exactly how you feel. There was a long time, well documented, where I couldn’t win the big match. Where I couldn’t come through at the biggest moments. But the thing is, I learned how to do it...that moment, that beautiful moment when I realized that I had outlasted everyone else, that the disgust with myself I had felt after what happened at Pluto’s Gate where my knee gave out, like when I couldn’t beat Savannah for the Queen of the Ring, all those missteps were forgotten if only for a little while. You’ve gotten better, that much everyone can agree on...how much better I want to find out for myself. I’m not some sage wrestler with decades of experience, but let me share one bit of advice from my own experience: I too used to think that I deserved things. I thought I deserved the Queen of the Ring, the Ascension to the Heavens briefcase, the Goddesses Title, the OWA Women’s World title. Deserving something has nothing to do with it, to paraphrase a Clint Eastwood one liner. I can believe you deserve something, the people can believe you deserve something, everyone in the locker room, everyone in the audience can believe that you deserve something, but you have to go out and earn it. There’s no storybook ending out there for us to magically appear when we think we’ve done everything we have to. We have to go earn it. I think you know that. You’re absolutely right, by the way, that I’ve had my time. If I didn’t have the business with the Demolition Corps that I do, it wouldn’t be totally out of my mind to consider retirement. I’ve achieved what I’ve wanted to achieve for the most part, I’ve had a wonderful career in OWA. But...I want more. I want Revy and April’s blood. I want Jonetta’s head. I want my title back. And it would be an absolute disservice to all those who have been champions before me and anybody who will come after me to just stand aside for you or anyone else. I had to TAKE it from Eris. I had to finally find a way to push Natalie and Dulce aside. My advice to you? If you want to experience elation and joy, go win back the Goddesses title. Win the next edition of the Athena’s Cup. Go back to WrestleWorld and beat Cloudy. As long as I am HERE, if you want the World Championship, you will have to go through me to get there in some form or another, like it or not.

And from where I stand, your fire’s nowhere near hot enough to melt my iron. Not even close.

There isn’t too much for me to say about Rebecca Brookes. How could I be anything but happy for her winning that outstanding ladder match to win the Goddesses Championship. It seems like April’s “Double Gold Dream” lives on in a new body. The history books haven’t been kind to reigning champions of any level entering matches like this and with the Goddesses Championship proudly around your waist you will find yourself facing plenty of opposition eager to make a name for themselves. Hana, Revy perhaps, Liz Karlson, Devi, Azurine….but how about me? Now maybe I’m getting truly greedy here, but I have said that it has always been one of my goals to complete a Herculean feat: Win a Clash of the Titans, Win the Women’s World Championship, Win the Promethean Chamber, Win the Athena’s Cup trophy, and win the Goddesses Championship. The first three are already off the list and I’m the only person to say that. To achieve everything that there is to do on Odyssey drives me...that’s the extent of the respect I have for the roster and the achievements on offer. Maybe the two of us can mix it up a little bit during the Clash and set the stage for a Champion vs Champion bout later on, winner take all? While others may overlook you, I see what you have come from and how hard you have worked to get there. I respect it, but I don’t fear it.

Stephanie, it seems like your facade hasn’t caught on with the rest of the roster. I mean, Odysseus had to overcome some things once he returned home but at least when people found out who he was they were happy to have their king back. You on the other hand, people are disgusted by you. Even your own faction members can’t stand the sight of you. Lord knows how many conversations I’ve had with April rattling on and on about you, that “no talent bitch from the Bronx with worn-out ass Timbs and slut wife”....before you come for my neck those are her words, not mine. Hana, little Hana that everyone likes almost universally, sees through you. She saw that you were an opportunist in WrestleWorld and your track record has shown that you are an opportunist in OWA. When you lost in the first round of the Athena’s Cup, you couldn’t just accept that loss and continue to fight, could you? You had to instigate with April and you two had your big match. But what after that? I started seeing you less and less. Did I lose my title to Niki, yes I did. Was I played by her? Well….no. You see, she earned that match, she earned the victory, and she earned the title. I had no intention of fighting with the Wolves again before and after our match. I looked at her as just another piece of the past that needed to be locked away, one last bit of old business. Then your buddy April came here and hit me with a Steel Chair. Her and her new associates tried to batter us to send a message. And we sent them one back when Natalie and eventually Dulce came to our aid. We’re hurting right now, we’re at our most vulnerable as a brand...and I think that’s the reason you came back. You saw that the title was about to fall into the hands of an opponent you know very well and another one that you think you can beat. This was never about saving the brand or being the high tide that raises all the ships in the ocean. It’s about you, only you...and I would have even more respect for you as a woman and athlete if you just admitted that fact. One more thing: if I lived my life as everything other people saw me as, I wouldn’t be here today. My family didn’t see me as a wrestler. Natalie didn’t see me as a “challenger worthwhile”. Even my own general manager, the one that you have given some grief to, didn’t think I belonged in the very chamber that I won the title in. She had to be cajoled into it. The one thing I’m more accustomed to than people telling me I can’t do something is proving them wrong and doing it anyway. You may be a prizefighter AND a wrestler, but I’m going to show you what THIS wrestler can do and prove that I’m just as good as you or Niki for that matter. You want me to show you how much Odyssey means to me? You want me to fight like my very existence depends upon it? So fucking be it. I would strongly advise against dancing shoes, however. You know firsthand us Rossos bring our boots anytime we feel challenged...and you also know from firsthand experience that we have very heavy hands.

Morrighan, Banshee, whatever you want to be called. You’re doing everything right if you want my attention. You’ve attacked my bus, mocked my family, mocked my home...even gone about your way to kill a wolf and have the nerve to name it “Kenny Drake”. I’ve been patient, I’ve been accommodating, but now I think it’s time I make sure you go away for a long time. Demon, Ghost, Human, whatever the fuck you are, I will be more than happy to dispatch you. I have Revy set as the target of most of my wrath with Stephanie drawing a close second, but if you want to get on the First Class Cabin of the Diantha Sent You to Hell Express, be my fucking guest. I’m not going to play scared with you because of the cheesy special effects and make up. In fact, I’m going to beat all of the Banshee out of your body. You’ll be screaming, but it won’t be that psychotic wail whenever you win matches or can’t have your way because Big Bland Boring Diantha is hogging your supposedly deserved spotlight. You will be screaming because I’ve made you bleed. You’ll be screaming because I’ll be on top of you, driving my elbows and fists into you and only stopping when I get tired of seeing your blood stain my skin. Do you understand? If not, push me at the Clash...and prepare yourself for an unholy war that you won’t fucking believe.

There are a lot of faces that I have been made familiar with the past few weeks. All of you contribute something to the fire that I feel for this match. The people who doubt me, the people who see someone who was a failure and not the woman who won a title that as of this weekend only two other women in this match have ever even won. I thank you all for keeping me focused. I thank you all for adding more fuel to the fire that is driving me to compete. I thank each and everyone of you for the insults, the praise, everything. I thrive off negativity, I return respect. My love is as strong as anything in the world and my hatred is eternal.

Fate and destiny...none of those things mean anything to me.

I have always been the one to master my own fate, and at the clash, I’m going to prove one more time that when it comes to being the top competitor in an OWA Odyssey ring...I’m as good as it gets. That said, I’m only as strong as you all help me to become, so to everyone, from Stephanie to Rebecca, to Dulce to Alyssa, from Jonetta to even Revy.

Thank you all.

I’ll see you at the Clash.

And whoever the World champion happens to be….I’ll see you at Final Destination. Keep my title nice and shiny.

Aria Jaxon, Michael Bishop, Jonetta Stone, Christopher Sabertooth, Jeff X, Matsuda, Devi Krysis and have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 6th 2021, 11:59 pm by **Nas**

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Keelan Callihan, Michael Bishop, Christopher Sabertooth, Alyssa Grace and The Banshee have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 6th 2021, 11:56 pm by **Jonetta Stone**

What is it that you girls don’t understand?

You are not going to face Llorona nor April Song for that Women’s World Championship.

Stay. Out. Of. Demolition. Corps. Business.

That championship is guaranteed Demolition Corps property, therefore it’s Demolition Corps business.

Diantha is going on about being the former champion who never had her championship match after Niki Khan took her title. Boohoo. Most of all, what is it that she does not understand about Demo Corps and the falling of the pillars??? We wiped the slate clean! That mean’s no more status quo. No more Diantha rematch clause. No more obsession with history! Everything she had was left in the rubble, and when I throw her over the top rope I had better not ever hear about her petty concerns about her little lack of another shot at the championship. Viola knows full well what would happen if she dared to cross us, she hasn’t forgotten what we did to her family of pet wolves the last time! I’m sure most people remember the loss of their first family dog or cat, Viola probably still thinks about Niki Khan some nights…….If Viola ran the official OWA website, she’d probably have kept Niki as the Women’s Championship picture in complete denial of the vacancy and the reality that the Demo Corps is leaving Clash of Titans with the world gold, one way or another. I understand that you’re going through a grief period too, Diantha, but you really need to skip on over to the acceptance phase like most of the people on this roster have! They know what day this is, they know that we’re the women that all of the Odyssey rosters answers to at the end of the night when you all have to check in with the dorm masters of this little sorority of ours. Diantha, what you need to realize is that you aren’t around your family anymore, no matter how much you wish for it. In fact, you losing at Civil War was the exclamation point on the idea that your wishes will never amount to anything!

I don’t care how nice and jolly you think the JET locker room is, it will not, nor cannot, compare to this Odyssey locker room. JET is filled with women who typically come from the same places and respect the same culture, but Odyssey is a melting pot where the ingredients MUST clash and decide who is stronger in a bitter fight for supremacy. Some spices are just stronger than others, no matter how much people dream of an equal world. We have to dispose of certain ideals that some people value, no one will ever be happy and friendly about that, it’s just the way it is when you have so many different people around. You can call it toxic all you want sweetheart, but you being unable to fully embrace this wild west of savage differences is why you’ve never truly been that great of a team player. Stop, don’t mention all of your friends and factions, none of them were successful as a unit. After all, where are your tag titles history? Why have they all either left you behind or even turned on you like April did? Exactly.

Me? I might as well be the Tom Brady of OWA. Dollhouse and Demo Corps, can anyone else here say they’ve been part of two separate lady factions that have dominated on our level? It’s no coincidence. Every time I’m in a team I manage to bring them to the Superbowl. In a world of one-trick ponies, I’m a multi-faceted talent that can hit you from any direction, see for example when I come tumbling in to hit you ladies with a Cross-Check when you least expect it!

I grow tired of hearing how and when I should have used my Athena’s Cup. None of you people has ever had the weight of this type of choice on your shoulders, so you can’t even begin to comprehend the number of factors I have to consider when it comes to me cashing in. So I can take as much time as I want. I can use my wish so no one tries stealing away what is mine. And I can sure as hell decide to win this Clash of Titans if I see fit! When I use my Athena’s Cup, it’s going to be special, it’ll be a moment that changes the Omega Wrestling Alliance forever! Still, it doesn’t sit right with me that so many of you take advantage of my wise planning to try to sneak in championship reigns of yours before I get my time, stemming from the original sin of Niki Khan acting like she had any business running around Odyssey as Women’s Champion, ridiculous. I can’t risk any of you going on to Final Destination and taking the championship, I know I’d never hear the end of it because one of you smart-alecks would ask why I let another champion be crowned before using my cup as if I enjoy having to see so many pretenders take my throne. Just because you little girls can’t see the bigger picture of what I am trying to do by taking my time going in for the kill. I won’t bother explaining it to people that are beneath me, your pitiful minds wouldn’t be able to grasp it if I put it into words, but one these days, soon enough, you’ll be seeing it through my actions!

So Gwen, you can keep calling me a coward all you want, but this “coward” is the one that beat you before and can do it again! You’ve hit me, truly you’ve hit me harder than anyone ever has with those Buckshots. The difference is, when I starch people they stay down and I win matches. When you hit people it’s to attack them outside of in ring action. Is that the actions of a brave warrior? Were all those times you struck me outside of a contest as noble as you make yourself out to be? You’re no better than me. The reason you refused to listen to me is that you believe you know better than me when it comes to using a valuable tool that a cheap dollar store huntress like you could never own! Understand that you need to get back in line with oh so many of the women who think they’re about to come steal my thunder on Odyssey, you’re a thousand years too early to be barking up the Women’s World championship tree, back off before I have to put you on your back and remind you of the days you use to wrestle with your big brothers up on the hills have eyes.

Grace, you don’t understand pain. You’ve always been on that carpet red as your hair from these dweeb wrestling fans that bow to you every move and cheer their hearts out whenever you perform. You’ve become too accustomed to a locker room that adores you and however in the world you got good with the former World Champion of Kingdom. That’s why you can’t understand why it is that I NEVER sleep easy, and never approach a match like this as just another contest. I know all sorts of nonsense can happen. I know to expect the unexpected! As far as I know, if I leave you idiots in charge of this match, you’ll somehow let Erica Ford become number one contender and I just might have to watch her stroll around this locker room as if the world hasn’t gone insane. You’re probably thinking, why even think about Erica Ford? What kind of madness would have to occur for that scenario to happen, and I respond it’s like you people didn’t see the magnitude of the wild series of events that let Niki Khan come out from no where and sit on top of Odyssey. I take no chances anymore. I give no one a break. I’m going to remind each and every single one of that I am not tolerating any of you stupid tricks and thinking you can leapfrog over Jonetta Stone to take the championship that is waiting for me! You talk about FATE???? My fate has been delayed, stolen, and spat on countless of times, I no longer rely nor believe in that type of concept, the only thing I believe in is that no one can truly get past me if I’m standing face to face with them as they try to take what is mine! You won’t go through me!

Liz, miss compact, why in the hell would I let a little runt like you grapple me? I’ll knock on your chin instead of wood for good luck if you come anywhere near my body with that obvious weak point of yours. See little girls like you can train your body as much as you want to overcome obvious genetic defects, but trained fighters like me can always easily tell weak points like that from a mile away just looking at you. So hit the gym all you want, try to create the illusion of this untouchable compact bulldozer all you want, but you’re going to get starched like the unruly piece of lesser white fabric that you are.

Hana, you’re cute enough, for now, you haven’t crossed me yet. But be careful. Shogun activated can easily get as deactivated as all the boys you used to jailbait on social media.

Sorry to tell to you Nakita, you’ve for sure been ignored by multiple people. Sorry about that, you might get my attention next year. I’ll try to remember you after I throw you out of my ring.

You know what’s funny about this whole blonde and big tits old era talk Matsuda? A lot of you girls on Odyssey are more obsessed with it than anyone else in the world. You say we should be past it, but you’re the first ones who try to discredit me over my hair colour and my looks, like 1930 misogynists. I’ve been ruling over your old so-called home for all of these months, and the best you could come up with in some shot on my appearance doing the job for me? And with who exactly? I know Viola swings this way, but her type is nasty, boyish brutes like Natalie Cage, so she’d likely have the hots for you more than she would me. The only reason I brought up Claudia was to differentiate myself from her because YOU made the comparison, you old ladies sure are losing it the Alzheimers kicking in. And no, I am not bothered by animals becoming endangered because of my kind, in fact I relish in it! Ivory wouldn’t be so special if it wasn’t so rare! That’s the point of the whole thing Matsuda! I like my enemies with their special quirks and famous history, none of what you’ve done to make yourself this irreplaceable figure scares me…..it excites me because you’ll be someone special to add to my wall of severed heads over my mantle!

Rebecca, I truly hope that you are smart enough to cherish that Goddess Championship reign and don’t get yourself into any trouble you couldn’t handle. You’ve stayed away from the Demolition Corps as much as possible, and it’s been wise for the most part, but don’t think for once second you’ve gone beneath my notice. You aren’t Nakita or Krysis’ tag team partner, I know you’re a threat if I slip up and forget about you, but I won’t. I’ve been scouting you, and I’ve got just what it takes to do what Grace didn’t if you step up to me.

Revy, get ready, we’ve got a whole army of lowbrow and low class pieces of trash to get rid of. Don’t take any of their complaints to heart, Niki deserved what she got, and so will every other woman in this Clash! This is our division now!

Aria Jaxon, Diantha Rosso, Jeff X, Alyssa Grace and The Banshee have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 6th 2021, 11:55 pm by **Alyssa Grace**

I don't have the time to title this and formatting is a bitch.

Hi, me again! I've got about ten minutes left before all this comes to a close but did you think I was going to let anyone else have the last word? Nope, so let's get this show on the damn road.

One thing I am never going to do in my career is step aside and let someone else take what I believe I deserve. It doesn't matter who they are or what they've done, it doesn't matter if they've worked just as hard as I have in order to obtain said thing, my pride, my arrogance and my ego just can't allow me to play second best. You can definitely label it as one of my few faults but I'm not going to alter myself and my desires just because it rubs a few people the wrong way, I don't think that's as bad of a thing as some people make it out to be, cough, cough Hana. I take issue in you implying that I don't have a lot ahead of me, even if you weren't meaning to say such a thing, that's certainly the vibe I get off you and my intention isn't solely to jump from one belt to another, my intention is to elevate and solidify myself as a constant main eventer, not just someone who finds themselves in the main event of Odyssey from time to time, you know what's going to help me do that? Winning this match. I understand you're frustration, I really do and I can't speak for the rest of the women in this match but never once have I not respected you or who you are. It takes a lot to remain wholeheartedly genuine to yourself in a business like this, you're far from a nobody and I do consider you to be an actual threat to my chances of winning. Every time we've had the pleasure of facing off, you have elevated yourself to a new level and you have shown what you're capable of and whilst a lot easier said than done, I think you'd be better off not allowing the opinions of others to get to you, take it from someone who's learned to not give a flying fuck - life becomes a lot more peaceful. Or as peaceful as it can be in this day and age.

PS: WHEN WILL PEOPLE REALISE I HAVE NEVER ONCE CLAIMED TO BE UNBREKABLE? I'M FULLY AWARE I'M HUMAN LIKE THE REST OF YOU.

Maybe I should slow down on the caffeine but god this opportunity just excites me to no end, it's almost a shame that it's taken some of you this long to say something.

Liz fuckin' Karlson. A chick I can get behind, everything about this woman just radiates pure badass and if I didn't have to go through her as mercilessly as I'm going to go through everyone else, I'd more than happily call myself a fan of her. Cutthroat and unapologetic, I can already sense the havoc she's going to bring to this match and boy oh boy is it a beautiful sight. I anticipate throwing it down with you at least once Liz because I know that you and I showing each other just what we're made of will be a highlight of it all. As perplexing as multiple people suggesting I've had my fifteen minutes of fame is, I do understand it to a degree. People obtaining a title, losing it and then riding off into the sunset happens a lot in this industry, it's happened here in this company a few times, I've witnessed first hand great talents who have just.. disappeared and thrown away what could've been something wonderful because they couldn't handle the rough patch that comes after someone bests you for a title. There's no beating around the bush, it sucks. Of course it does but the way I see it is like this: I now have two options, I let myself become another statistic, another what could've been or I quit feeling sorry for myself, get up and get better. Liz, we may not know one another well and I hope that changes soon but I can credit you for being an intelligent woman so I at least hope you know that I'm not going to allow myself to sink into a pit of mediocrity and I've been tirelessly working on the latter option as much as I can. There's always room for improvement and since the start of the year, I haven't had many opportunities to prove that not only do I still have "it", but that I'm a smarter and far more dangerous opponent now in comparison to back then. Whether it comes back to bite me in the ass or not, I will never shy from a challenge, I'm not going to run away from something because it may be difficult. Best case scenario for me here is that everything I have said is proven to be factual once again and the worst case scenario for me is that I'll leave the Clash saying at least I gave it a shot, at least I gave it my all. This is my chance to prove to the world that I am here for the long run and that I am here to snatch the top prize for myself so over my dead body do I let this slip through my fingers. I look forward to us trying to kill one another for this. <3

First Hana, then Liz and now Gwen. All united by the belief that Alyssa Grace without a championship isn't as good as Alyssa Grace with a championship.

I'm sick and tired of it.

So I think it’s time that they remembered. I think it's time you all remembered.

I think it’s time that you remembered what it’s like to be attacked from every angle, to be hit with an assault unlike anything this division has known for a while. I think it’s time the world remembered that Alyssa Grace is so much more than this company's favourite create a wrestler of the season. I am not here to be aww’ed and adored, I already sense a little of the switching up that gets mentioned so often happening to me, not from the fans but from women I'd consider friends. Make no mistake about it, I am here to fight. I am here to win. I am here to dismantle anyone and anything that thinks they can remotely stand against me. I am here to collect every title available no matter what it is. Call it selfish. Call it spreading myself thin. It won’t change the fact that I'm going to do it. That I’m going to fight for every title I can get my hands on. Never being limited by any mitigating factors. Charging forth every single match. An undying spirit. That is who I am and maybe I should thank those who are stupid enough to doubt my capabilities for helping me dig deep and locate the side of me that spells trouble for everyone else. You have to break me to beat me. And that… that’s something no one is up to doing. I don’t need to hear what it is you have to say Gwen. Because it changes nothing. It won’t change the intensity of my training. It won’t change the lengths I will go to in order to prepare myself to be the last woman standing. It won't change the way I approach this match, and it won’t change that I will fight to the bitter end because that’s what a true champion does no matter who or what they face, I never lost that champion mentality whilst you never had it to begin with. And come this Monday, there will be only one story worth noting in the women's division. And it will be the world coming to the recollection of the fact that Alyssa Grace has always been more than someone you can get behind. That I am a force of nature. A force that seeks to create something new. Something powerful. Something cataclysmic. And it won’t change that you are nothing more than a pawn. Fodder to get your feel good moment by getting your chance to win this before being ultimately decimated the moment the bell rings. It won’t change the fact… that you are only here to suffer.

A lot of people have a lot of plans. But that doesn’t mean they have the shit to back it up. The easiest thing to forget is that those plans are worthless without evidence to support them or to execute them. Those plans are meaningless without the genuine belief and reality behind them. Plans are nothing more than words when all you have is a concept with no grounding to it. It’s easy to say things, Nakita. It’s just as easy to swear that you have the determination. It’s much more difficult to actually be able to back it up at an emotional and physical level. So what makes me different than you in this? Easy. The difference between us, is that I’m taking control of what’s around me. While you… you’re just a little fish in a big pond.

I'd love to sit and chat to some of you individually a little more but I'm running out of time and of course you sneaky bastards all drop something at the same time so let me make this final bit short, sweet and aimed at anyone who may be reading this.

An example to be made.

That’s all anyone here is to me at this point. You comprehend that by now, don’t you ladies? I know what you’re all going to say again. You’ll have some grand retort followed with “BUT I PLAN TO WIN!” or something.

Well… I've had plans that haven't come to light.

That’s how things are on this bitch of an earth.

Tell me you plan to win. I will laugh at you.

I’m not this mess everyone wants to believe that I am. I’m so much more than that. Yes, I’m taking the reins off myself. I’m tired of controlling and suppressing the aggression I always feel boiling underneath. But that has long since existed. It’s nothing new. I’ve always fought with passion, with anger, with my very soul. But I’m not going to lose when it matters once again. Yes. I’m angry in regards to everything that's gone on in my life recently. But simultaneously, I’m calm. Because my eyes are open. Not to this reality that the Banshee wanted me to see. No. But to see beyond even that veil of lies to see the truth of what surrounds me and what is so pervasively poisoning this entire sport as a whole. Lie enough, and it becomes truth. So I don’t care what any of you plan to do. Because I know not just what I plan to do but also what I’m capable of. What I’m prepared to do. I know the joints of the body and the ways to make them scream. And by god… you will all scream. It’s like I've said before. Who you all are… what you’ve all done… it’s makes no difference to me. I’m going to fight you all. I’m going to hurt you all. And you will all remember that I hurt you. I’m still climbing this mountain, whether no one wants me to or not. I will take every prize this brand has to offer and I will hold them above every head. Maybe I’ll just continue piling up a body count to my heart’s content as I slowly disassemble this entire roster. Ultimately, it’s up to me. Not to management. Not to decision makers behind a curtain. It’s up to me. I’ve followed the path for a long time. Now I’m the machete cutting through the jungle. I’m carving out what I want. And I’m taking what I want.

To some of you, I’m a monster to be overcome. I’m a name that you can proudly list on your resume. I’m a win you could build yourself on. But to me, you’re all stepping stones. A tile on the path that I’ll walk. But hey. You all get to be part of my story at least. You should be proud.

You know, despite the fact that you’re all royally fucked.

Keelan Callihan, VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, Jonetta Stone, Diantha Rosso, Jeff X, The Banshee and Darkane have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 6th 2021, 11:50 pm by **Gwen Harper**

Clash Promo #3

Lonesome Dove

I thought I had made it clear, I thought I didn't need to say anything else. You bitches wanted a backwoods killer well you got her. But you lot are still out here and still running your mouths and I gots to tell ya. It's getting old, older than old Yanno? In just a few hours we are going to war with each other. Some of you, not a lot of you are prepared for this. Some of you, no matter how hard you try and how much you say are just going to be stones skipped out of the way. Prey so small no one will have time for you and just bat you away without blinking an eye. Then there are others, and I hear you and see you making you last ditch efforts to get your shots in. Shots that are missing wildly.

Gwen comes into focus suddenly from a black screen. Her face is painted in a tribal war scheme as she appears ready for battle.

Nakita, where do I even begin with you? The only rising star in the equation of me and you...is you. Look I will apologize for not spouting off your name earlier than now but honestly, who the hell are you? When I am seen as the new blood around here, what does that make you? I get you don’t want to be ignored though and I get that. But what you have done is run your mouth about putting me down so you can rise up? Look, you made a mistake, and to err is human. So is it to survive, which crossing me, that means you won't. So crawl back to your mouth piece and stay out of my way. If not..well lets just say you won't have much of a time in the Clash.

Gwen spins around clearly the one holding the camera and lifts up a bottle of spiced rum. She twists off the top with her teeth and takes a big shot.

Revy, I heard you, you may not have been talking to me, but I know you lumped a lot of us together. But truth be told, I dont give a rats ass about you or what you did to Niki Khan. Was it cheap..uhm yea but from what I have seen Cheap is your style. You out here talking to your own reflection because the people you should be talking to are never around. April, Jo, Llorona, they all got their own fights to prepare for and it looks like you are not part of the plans. I hear Jo say she was gonna help you but, well Do you honestly believe that? You have some spunk, some life in ya. But you're running on fumes yanno? Of course you do cause you already know your beat before stepping in the clash. So wear that lucky outfit..it may be all the luck you get that night.

There is a tinge of anger in Gwen’s voice as she downs another shot of rum before continuing her tirade.

Hana, for someone who claims to be nice you spit venom. I'm sorry that my way of speaking annoys you. Honestly I am not sure what damn creature crawled up in your ass to make you loathe me the way you seem but it matters not. You come around spout your little lines about animal cruelty like I care? I don't hunt animals for sport, that's our resident Jo Jo Stone. I hunt for food, pelt, fur. I get it though, not everyone can stomach the hunt. Kind of like how there is a growing section of people who can't stand cute innocent little things trying to please the world. Let's take a bet, let me plant my forehead right between your eyes and see if It can get more likes than an Azurine Vebbins vlog...I can guarantee you it will. People love seeing cute things suffer. But I am glad you are here Hana, I really am. It's just a shame we only face off when there are loads of others in the match too. But I will warn you now, do not turn you back on me at all or I will make you regret it.

Another shot down and Gwen wipes a little excess from her lips.

Liz, Liz, Liz, You got my hopes up for a moment. Another mountain girl, but all I got was cheap high life knock off. You think you are the next big name in town why? Cause you got the Baker Brand behind you. Honey he aint hot shit here in OWA, just shit. And by the way, it aint talk. I am the best damn Hunter around. Gonna be a real shame when you have to cross my path Yanno? Lights out quicker than last call. You think for a second you are taking me to any void? Let me be real clear here with you Liz. The clash is not your big break, the clash is not for you to win. You get in my way and i'm blowing your head off with a buckshot and even if that doesn't frighten you, it will still take your ass out. You think you got more talent than me? Heh, not when your teacher is a joke. Grow up a little, earn your spot, then try and talk shit to me. Until then, learn your fucking place.

A third shot goes down. Gwen smirks at the camera.

I wanna circle back a moment and talk again to Morrighan. You see I wonder just how mad you are gonna get that I refuse to call you by your paint job anymore. You talk about jealousy and things like hate and sorrow and agony and honestly you just need to shut up. You thought me Jealous of your attraction to Alyssa Grace? No, sickened maybe but not jealous. No I simply stated that you are slowly becoming a joke when she is all you care about. And you cannot say it isnt. Because you tried to make it about the Goddesses Championship. But when you failed to win that, it went right back to Alyssa which means gold isnt your greed. Morrighan, you honestly could be the hardest person in this match to get through, if you were actually focused on the Clash. What happens when its all over and the only thing to your name is an elimination. Do not pretend for a moment you care about actually winning the Clash, you never had a chance anyway.

Shot number four is fired down the throat of Gwen Harper.

I am so done, I am so done playing little games and speaking respectfully to a gaggle of women who refuse to do the same. So Look down on me. Look down on my upbringing. Think that I am not good enough, talented enough, or strong enough. Underestimate me. Get Cocky, like Becks. Becks, I never gave you a proper congrats on your win. So congrats...and get the fuck out of my way. You got your moment. Good for you, I will not allow you to take another from me. You step up to me. I dare you and I will plant your ass to the ground faster than I did at our Debut. You are getting all cocky with your gold now too Yanno? Is that what it does to everyone? Alyssa was quite respectful until it became about the gold. Then Spitfire turns to Shit spewer. Don’t follow that same path. Hold on to elevating the belt more than she did. Greed ate at her and Ego weakened her and she lost that belt to you. But listen to her now and it's like she doesn't even know its gone. Losing more than winning now too and she thinks she is better than most. No, Alyssa, you were better, and now the field is on even ground. And you're about to slip behind. Don’t become her Becks, I still think you are better than that. Don't prove me wrong.

This time she swigs the bottle about before tilting her head back and downing another shot.

Stephanie Matsuda, I hope you are happy with what you have helped unleash. You wanted a killer, you wanted someone willing to put it all on the line in that ring with you. You fucking got it yanno? My name becomes household gold after this Clash is said and done. And not just because I am going to win it. But because to get there, the Appalachian Huntress is tossing your ass out of the ring. You wanted to fight for your life, i'm gonna make sure that happens yanno? Just promise me something, don't rely on any help from the actual killer in your tag team Aria. Show me you are still actually worth me beating.

Shaking her head Gwen sneers at the camera before taking another shot.

I have been rather quiet on the subject of one of the clash participants. Dulce Torres, we haven't met. We will. I just hope this tunnel vision you seem to be throwing at Matsuda doesn't slow you down. Now I get it, you are worried about her, she like you is considered a legend but you're an OWA Legend and Matusda is a Wrestling legend who got most of her accolades outside of our home. So I get the resentment there. As I hope you do as you ignore more and more of the field you are coming up against. Let me paint you a picture Dulce, it is one where you are on the cusp of your second Final Destination main event. You have been on a roll, but you forgot one thing. The Target I placed on your back when you announced for this Clash. In the silence of the moment all you hear is a swift pulse whistle behind you and when you open your eyes again you are looking back into the ring seeing me having taken you down in a single shot. All because, you didn’t see me coming.

Rolling her eyes clearly annoyed by her opponent, Gwen sighs before taking her next shot of Rum.

Jonetta, I'm not sure what else needs to be said to you honestly. We all saw your big production about who all you have cross checked. Last I saw, that doesn't send anyone over the top, just knocks ‘em down. So throw it around all you like yanno? You want to parade around and act all high and mighty and for what? For holding a Cup you are afraid to even drink from. Yellow is a good color for you Jo. It shows the world who you really are. You don’t actually hunt cause your scared you will miss, you don't cash in because you know you will fail. You hide behind everything you can to avoid any consequence to your actions. Well come the Clash you will not hide from me. I may have missed my chance at your Athena’s Cup, I will not miss my shot to take you down in the clash if one is presented to me.

Sitting the rum down Gwen leans back and lets out a guttural howl. In the distance, more howls are heard. She smirks and picks up the bottle downing another shot.

Devi, Azurine, Lady Luarante, its a shame you all chose to enter this clash. Devi I already said what you need to do with Vebbins. She is holding you back, cut the fat now. Dump her ass over the rope the second you can yanno? But once that's done, don’t you dare come looking for me. I have the damn number of Devi Krysis. Go ask Jeff if you think tangling with me this week will be smart. Or go get high again, and keep driving your career in the toilet. It matters not to me I offered my Advice. Just make sure to steer clear of me. If you don't, you're as good as gone.

Gwen throws her head back and takes a final shot downing the last of the rum.

Why is the rum always gone? Here we are ladies and we are in the final stretch. I was aksed to become a killer, I was told I was too raw to actually be one. Every damn bitch in this match thinks I am not ready to become a main eventer. Yanno, I have had it being under valued. I am done being the almost, the maybe and the second hand pass off for you pieces of garbage ahead of me. This is what you wanted, for me to up my game..well you got it. I am coming for every one of you and there is not a damn thing in this world that will stop me. I hunt to Kill and I will take out each and every one of you to reach my goal. Fuck your name calling, your piss ass insults and your petty schemes. The Appalachian Huntress is going to make you regret EVER thinking I was weak, or unable. I am firing my shots at your heart, At your head. I will win this Clash of Titans and I will do it over 19 fucking corpses.

The shots are fired...if the first one doesn’t kill you...The Second always will.

The Camera clicks off as the sound of a glass bottle is heard shattering before there is silence.

Jonetta Stone, Jeff X and Alyssa Grace have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 6th 2021, 11:45 pm by **The Banshee**

Clash of the Titans Promo #3

Queen of the Monsters

A camera opens onto a wide shot of the city of Toronto, right as a remixed version of the original Godzilla theme is heard over the audio for the next minute. The sky is red and black, filled with plumes of smoke, flame, and ash. A group of helicopters fly towards the Rogers Centre, which is surrounded by a dense, heavy fog. Suddenly, a loud wail emits from the direction of the arena, causing several copters to lose control, their blades violently spinning out. The screen transitions to another camera, this one showing a Japanese woman in a lab coat standing next to a high-ranking Mountie. The camera gets in close to both subjects, who are watching a line of military vehicles head towards the direction of the SkyDome, the closed dome the only visible part not obscured by thick smoke.

Mountie: OH MY GOD! It's Banshee-Zilla! For Christ’s sake, how do we stop it?

Scientist: You’re asking me what this is all a-boot? I’m not sure it can be stopped! It’s hungry for something… so likely, it’s hunting…

Mountie: Wait a gee-golly minute… Isn’t the OWA Clash of the Titans taking place here this weekend?

Scientist: …. Oh dear God, than that could only mean…

Mountie: It appears so… the Queen of the Monsters has arrived… no one is safe…

Scientist: We must evacuate the city now! Call your people back!

Mountie: Evacuate? Evacuate to where? Don’t you get it, lady? There is no safe distance, not from a war of this magnitude… but we choose to live in Canada, so obviously we deserve our grim fate…

At that moment, another loud scream pierces the air, immediately followed by a powerful gust of wind, one that blows all the thick smokes surrounding the Rogers Centre billowing away. The arena appears to be in ruins, including the dome’s top itself, a large red hole now occupying the space where a chunk of the roof once was. A large, dark shadow emerges from the hole, showing a giant-sized Banshee gazing from a distance. The camera begins shaking uncontrollably, as if an earthquake was taking place. However, the camera immediately zooms in towards The Banshee, who lets out a final, powerful scream as the camera zooms right into The Banshee's screaming mouth, the screen immediately transitioning to black. For a few seconds, the screen remains black, while a loud echo of a heartbeat slowly pounds over the silence.

“Destruction… chaos… darkness... death… all this await those who dare to challenge the one true Queen of the Monsters! But what awaits The Banshee?”

The screen transitions to inside the Rogers Centre, which has undergone its transformation into the setting for the Clash of the Titans. The arena is dark and empty, aside from all the ringside chairs set up, with a lone spotlight shining down into the OWA ring. The Banshee, holding a microphone, sits perched on a turnbuckle, an amused expression across her face, a psychotic gaze emitting from her unblinking eyes.

“Pleasure… EVIL AND DELICIOUS PLEASURE... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

“It’s rather a chilling notion to those with remorse and mercy… but The Banshee is devoid of such weaknesses… There is strength to be found in solitude, and at the Clash of the Titans, The Banshee will put on a display of strength and power for the ages! There are no alliances… there are no friendships… there are no strategies that can prevent The Banshee from dominating the field, and make no mistake… The Banshee will ABSOLUTELY dominate each and every wannabe-wrestler that steps onto The Banshee battlefield…”

“So many women here consider themselves royalty… women like Stephanie Matsuda, a bitch so old that she uses hieroglyphics in place of emojis… Matsuda, you can call yourself a fighting queen, a wrestling queen, a drag queen, but there’s only one moniker truly “worthy” of your “royal lineage”… the “Queen of the Has-beens.”

“Stephanie, have you been able to locate your courage yet? Quite telling you haven’t responded to The Banshee… unsurprising, because you’ve been hiding from fights ever since April Song left you for dead after crushing your spirits last summer… Aria Jaxon can’t protect you forever… in fact, at the Clash, you won’t have any protection at all… especially from The Banshee… Do you remember laying in that ring at the end of Odyssey… battered, bruised, and bloody? That was immensely satisfying… but it won’t come close to the satisfaction that The Banshee will get after removing you from the Clash… for you may be one of the many so-called “queens” in the OWA, but there is one… AND ABSOLUTELY ONLY ONE… QUEEN OF THE MONSTERS! The Banshee is a kaiju, while you’re nothing more than a harmless kitten… do you even still have claws?”

“Speaking of a fat tabby that thinks herself a lioness… how’s your driver recovering, Diantha? To be honest, The Banshee wasn’t sure if that bus even belonged to you… by your own admission, you apparently prefer to be in the Land of the Rising Sun… you’re not alone in that, for The Banshee also prefers it if you kept your disgusting stench of failure as far away from The Banshee's brand as possible! The Banshee got a great laugh out of your little interview, watching you whine about being unable to use your family name… as if the name, “Rosso,” means anything these days… One would think, if you were able to make a name for yourself without relying on your brother’s name, you wouldn’t revert to using it… but that’s exactly what you did, tarnishing a once-promising legacy that means nothing, simply because you’re just the entitled sister of some former legend. Sure, you’ve held gold, won big matches, so no… The Banshee isn’t about to underestimate you… but you’re nowhere near as dangerous as you believe yourself to be…”

“Diantha, you may think of yourself as some fearsome animal, but in reality... you’re as intimidating an animal as a stuffed Garfield hanging on a car window… And “rabies-infected waste of flesh?” Do you think flattery will save you from being skinned alive? Oh, speaking of “skinned”…

The Banshee pulls out a large, furry wolf-skin from behind her back. The skin looks to be a rug, with the wolf’s head still attached to it. The Banshee sniffs it for a moment, than tosses it outside to the floor, a disgusted look on her face, before her mouth creeps back into a crazed smile.

“Do you like it, Diantha? The Banshee isn’t one for material possessions, so feel free to take this home… unless Jonetta beats you to the punch, but she’d probably prefer to send your own carcass to her taxidermist. By the way, this wolf's name is Kenny… Kenny Drake… what a coincidence, right? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Diantha thinks she’s going to put The Banshee to sleep? Spoilers: she already has, because anytime she’s in the ring or on the mic, it nearly puts anyone watching or listening out for hours… almost like a human Ambien... Hell, you seem to be fighting the same two or three opponents every month, making yourself the wrestling equivalent of a boring rerun. Sure, older fans may tune in for nostalgic reasons related to your brother’s name… but Diantha, your parents should have named you “Disappointment” at birth… because that’s all you are to them… a sad, pathetic disappointment… your parents probably regret not swapping you for the afterbirth instead!”

“This Clash already feels a bit like a petting zoo, especially with cowardly lions, neutered wolves, and even an elderly giraffe names Nakita… that tall Amazonian who walks around with a midget hype-man that looks like the lovechild of Bilbo Baggins and Kevin Hart… Isn't Santa pissed that you took one of his elves? To give you proper credit, at least you’re brave enough to acknowledge that you are indeed “seasoned,” just like how your eyes are “seasoned” with more crow’s feet than my own aviary… or how Dulce Torre’s torso is “seasoned” with so many liver spots, her hips look like someone sneezed polka dots all over her...”

“Nakita, don’t attempt to elevate yourself to The Banshee's level by claiming to be some “queen” in her own right, because you can’t hope to measure up to the Queen of the Monsters… You don’t even belong in the same stratosphere, let alone the same ring… The Banshee's ring… and all trespassers will be violated to the full extent of The Banshee's powers! You think you’re some “green-eyed devil,” but remember… The Banshee knows the devil… The Banshee is a creature made up of true evil, after all… In fact, you should remember that The Banshee is so wicked, cruel, and full of malice… that the devil sold his own soul to The Banshee in exchange for taking away the devil's throne... but The Banshee still wears the devil's crown.”

“So your little Dragonball reference made no sense to The Banshee, but even you ain’t stupid enough to believe that The Banshee wastes precious time watching cartoons, right? What’s the point of watching cartoons, especially when The Banshee can just tune in to your matches and witness something even more cartoonish than anything seen on a Saturday morning. That’s all the zany slapstick The Banshee needs, not some sad anime reference meant to make half the OWA roster cream their drawers… Now go, and put your skills to something more applicable to your level of talent… like rescuing cats stuck up in trees… You see, Nakita… you can make a difference… but your presence in the Clash absolutely makes no difference to The Banshee… you’ll be back in the locker room before you know it, forced to witness The Banshee's career-defining victory!”

“Liz Karlson, don’t let a single victory inflate your already-massive ego, unless you desire a very short career… to match the really short time you’ll be in The Banshee's ring at the Clash. And maybe come at The Banshee with something more fresh than “you’re nothing but a painted Halloween freak,” because it’s getting almost as old as half the Odyssey roster… but since you asked so politely, allow The Banshee to show you exactly what gives The Banshee an “edge,” which is one… simple… pleasure: remorseless and brutal violence, and at the Clash, you get to feel how sharp that edge is… as The Banshee removes your head clean from your shoulders, as fountains of blood erupt from your neck like pressurized geysers.”

“Miss Hana Nakajima, does your ass get insanely jealous at the amount of crap that comes out of your mouth? Like so many others, you “claim” that The Banshee is a being not to be feared… but do you think Diantha, Dulce, Stephanie, and Natalie feel that way after The Banshee left them all in a broken, bloody pile of mediocrity at the end of Odyssey? Some have interpreted this act as some sort of statement… but the truth is far simpler than that: The Banshee just felt like spilling some fresh blood… after all, what good is blood for, if not for spilling? It’s apparent that you and Havoc are some sort of item, but remember: talent is something you can’t get by proxy, so don’t think Havoc’s powers can rub off on you, and suddenly transform you from Rainbow Brite to Wonder Woman… And no, Hana, talent cannot be passed to you like a STD… afraid that you just got plain ol’ “Havoc herpes.” That’s not going to give you an advantage… but at least you have a new “friend for life.”

“Gwen Harper… the shining example to the phrase, “you can’t fix stupidity.” Gwen, if you’re really looking to surprise anyone at this point, here’s a valid suggestion: try actually saying something with intelligence for one. Stop gangbanging and butchering the English language worse than a Game of Thrones character… and maybe stop obsessing over The Banshee's record… because for starters, you’ve lost so many matches since your debut, that most people can’t recognize you unless you’re lying flat out on your back… similar to how your own relatives recognize you at family gatherings… but it’s not your fault. You didn’t ask your parents to hook up, despite being brother and sister…”

“Do you think pointing your finger and shouting “BANG,” like some toddler playing cowboy, is going to intimidate anyone? All the finger-banging in the world doesn’t make you the Black Widow or John Wick, especially when the most frightening feature about you is how yellow and far apart your teeth are… You have a better chance of eliminating others from the Clash with your “butter-filled” mouth than your little make-believe finger-banging, bitch.”

“That’s a fascinating fan theory you have about The Banshee's goals, because just like your actual hunting skills, you’re way off the mark… The Goddesses Championship, for example… that was NEVER The Banshee's true goal… Look at who holds the title now. Rebecca Brookes… someone that Morrighan beat clean without The Banshee getting involved… so if a weak woman like Morrighan can defeat the current Goddesses Champion, what do you think The Banshee could do if the Goddesses Belt was what The Banshee desired? Exactly, The Banshee can take that belt at any moment… but why do that, when making Alyssa’s life a waking nightmare is far more exciting and fun? You think The Banshee has “no chance in hell” to win the Clash… but you forget… Hell is The Banshee's playground, and recess begins at the Clash…”

“Natalie Cage, you’re living proof that dinosaurs still walk the Earth… it’s said that dinosaurs evolved into birds, which also explains why you’re too “chicken” to respond to The Banshee… right, bitch? You’re only in the Clash thanks to the same practices that allow you to keep stealing main-event spots from younger, more talented women… pure, unashamed nepotism… If Viola is ever terminated… fingers crossed… You would instantly be out on the street, desperately trying to sell autographs to nostalgic fans that remember you from back in the day… when color TV was only a dream of the future… Do you know what nostalgia feels like? For you, it’s that feeling of familiarity you get anytime you see some cave paintings...”

“You yearn for victory because of nostalgia… you want to remember what it’s like to be relevant and respected, but unfortunately for you… The only nostalgic feeling that you’ll be feeling at the Clash is your closest friend… disappointment, once again…”

“Dulce Torres, yet another past relic that belongs in a museum instead of The Banshee's ring… Just like Cloud, Dulce is nothing more than a pathetic part-timer that grossly self-exaggerates her importance to the Odyssey brand, rarely bothering to even show up, unless she’s guaranteed a main-event spot, just like a true, entitled diva… Dulce, you think that standing in the ring means you’re the top wrestler is just like you believing that standing in a garage makes you a Porsche… However, you’re nothing but a broken down Ford Taurus, begging to be disassembled in a junk yard somewhere…”

“The only thing worse than a Demo Corps member winning the Clash, according to Dulce, is The Banshee winning it all… but that’s not the worst thing that can happen to you in the Clash… not even close, because a preview of the worst thing that happen to you already took place… The Banshee officially entering the Clash, while leaving you and the other members of TLC lying bloodied in The Banshee's ring… Remember, The Banshee doesn’t want to fight “No Scrubs,” so reach deep down, find whatever guts you have left, and face The Banshee with every ounce and fiber of your being… Dulce, you’ve come a long way since waitressing the Last Supper, but you haven’t been relevant in championship circles since you lost yours… maybe someday, you may finally be reunited with gold once again… but as long as The Banshee remains around, those chances remain ABSOLUTELY non-existent!”

“Jonetta Stone… The Banshee thrives on all your flattering compliments… Yes, The Banshee is an ugly, gruesome-looking monster… but then, why are you the one wearing the mask? Be proud of the poacher you are… Gwen Harper should just kiss you and get it over with, she clearly has a huge crush on you… But do you think your little crosschecking Mighty Ducks hockey moves will be enough to stop The Banshee from defying the odds? Or rather… the odds as envisioned by fans of Alyssa, Diantha, etc… Jonetta, while The Banshee appreciates your kooky antics from time to time… The Banshee is NOT, and NEVER WILL BE, a member of your little girls’ club, despite the embarrassing amount of invitations you and your friends keep sending The Banshee's way… The Banshee is going after EVERYONE in this Clash, including you and Revy… It’s nothing personal, but unless you have no issues putting yourself in harm’s way, The Banshee suggests that the Demo Corps perhaps go sell some Girl Scout cookies to raise money for the various medical expenses you both will need, should you interfered in The Banshee's business… Do not fall within The Banshee's bad graces, for The Banshee is more fearsome than any pack of stray dogs pretending to be wolves…”

“Alyssa Grace… It’s finally time to bring you back to reality… The Banshee's reality… Remember months and months ago, when our paths first crossed? Everyone… including you… misinterpreted The Banshee's message… You all saw “Property of The Banshee” written in blood across the Goddesses Championship belt, and assumed that belt was the “property” that The Banshee was speaking of… sorry Alyssa, but that answer is INCORRECT! But hey… thank you for playing… or rather, thank you for allowing The Banshee to play you…”

“Yes, Alyssa… have you finally figured it all out yet? The months and months of planning… scheming… so much effort went into this war between us… But really, had you played The Banshee in a game of chess, you might have discerned all this sooner… The Banshee was never referring to the Goddesses belt as The Banshee's property… IT WAS YOU, ALYSSA! YOU ARE THE PROPERTY OF THE BANSHEE!”

“Once The Banshee decided to claim you, my sweet Alyssa… your days as the Goddesses Champion became numbered… The Banshee knew that even you wouldn’t be able to ignore the Sonatas of The Banshee… So we played this game of cat-and-mouse, but in this case… the cat wasn't trying to eat the mouse… no, this “cat” was intent on breaking the mouse’s spirit, sanity, and soul… Slowly but surely… they all fell into my traps… especially you… Remember the pain you felt at Civil War, once you realized Alyssa Grace was no longer the Goddesses Champion… Sure, you can cuddle with Finnegan while sipping cocoa under a shared blanket in your flat… but The Banshee watched you… even when you slept, like a pet owner would watch a sleeping puppy… You still haven’t gotten over the loss, even though you put on a stoic face better than most…”

“Do you remember the question The Banshee posed to you, Alyssa, after our Odyssey main-event match?”

“Do you feel like a winner?”

“You’ve become so focused on the Clash that you’re overlooking the obvious clues… The Banshee's goal that night wasn’t to score a pinfall… The Banshee's perception of what truly entails a “victory” may seem warped to most, but that’s because The Banshee understands “the art of war” better than most… And just like in chess, Alyssa… sometimes you have to know when to sacrifice yourself early, in order to secure the win later in the game… but for you, it’s checkmate.”

“You hope to feel like a winner again, don’t you? Vegas odds all suggest that Alyssa Grace is the clear favorite to win it all… but don’t cash out your chips too early… The Banshee doesn’t do anything spontaneous… Besides, you have no counter-strategies left, do you? The Banshee's studied you intently… has learned every little nuance of any move you’ve ever pulled off in the ring… You can bravely tell everyone that The Banshee is just another nameless, faceless woman that doesn’t frighten or unnerve you in the least anymore… That’s exactly the kind of false sense of security that The Banshee needs you to feel… because once you do, the next thing you’ll be feeling is an explosion of pain, as The Banshee finally diminishes your shining star, dismantles that jetpack to the Final Destination main event that you think you’re safely attached to, and sends you spiraling out the ring. No, that’s not the pain you’ll be feeling. You’re the toughest girl on the roster, despite what those jealous old fossils claim… That explosion of pain you’re going to feel… is going to be oddly similar to the same pain you felt at Civil War, when you lost your belt… Only this time, the magnitude of that pain is going to be much more intense and agonizing… Just exactly as planned.”

"How do you parents feel about your career choices, Alyssa? They probably had such high hopes for you... but then you proceeded to crush their dreams when you signed on to the OWA... How selfish of you, Alyssa... the type of daughter you are is the reason why your mother wished for cervical cancer... Are you parents still together? It doesn't seem likely to The Banshee, especially since your father doesn't seem like the type to forgive your mother for giving birth to you!"

“Alyssa, you may not want The Banshee to ensure your stay in the Clash, but you don’t have a choice in the matter… If you come at The Banshee before the correct time, it’ll only result in a premature elimination of you… you have been warned… There are so many contingencies in place, so don’t think The Banshee is following a single script at the Clash… No one, not even retired jokes like Azumi Goto will save you from The Banshee's wrath…”

“If The Banshee is Godzilla, who does that make you, Alyssa? MechaGodzilla? King Ghidorah? King Kong? No, Mothra is perhaps the most relatable one for you… You have a great amount of fight in you, and you enjoy being a positive person for the fans to look up to… but even you, Alyssa Grace… HAVE NO CHANCE TO DEFEAT THE ONE, TRUE QUEEN OF THE MONSTERS!”

Jonetta Stone, HellFighterINC and Alyssa Grace have spoken. It’s such good shit!

The time is coming closer, the days are drawing near and everyone’s been excited for what this year’s Clash of The Titans will bring forth- they’re asking who’ll be the star that rises above them all. They’re all going to ask that every year, considering we had the likes of Diantha Rosso and Natalie Cage come out of nowhere and prove themselves to be the flag bearers of this brand. Natalie is one of the four women that’d make the Mount Prospect of Odyssey if they ever made it. Diantha Rosso proved that she became the flag bearer of this roster within the year of 2020, by winning the Clash of The Titans and then winning the OWA Women’s World Championship twice, a formidable threat to this match -- the both of them are, but the thought of them coming close to winning this year’s is something I’d to think is unimaginable. I don’t think they’re terrible people, I don’t think they’re bad at what they do, all I could tell you to do is to look at their accomplishments on this brand. Former Women’s World Champions, Diantha with two reigns under her belt and the hardest struggle there was to be just the champ for at least five minutes, and Natalie with the longest reign there ever was with the championship until last year’s Clash of The Titans pay-per-view. You’re both respected for the things you’ve done, paved the way for the newcomers and allowed us to look up to you, but that’s where it all comes crashing down for you in a blaze of glory. For both of you.

Natalie Cage, the kinslayer, the Queen Shit of Fuck Mountain, washed up and just a jagged memory- a shell of her former self, of course, that was bound to come up when anyone even dared to mention you at all, Natalie. When I signed my name on the dotted line, shook hands with the President of the company and made the deal to be put onto their Odyssey roster- the first thing I did, like anyone else going into somewhere new, was to look back and see what the history books read. I’ve read all about the Ace Killer and her seemingly reign of terror where you ran roughshod through everyone on the brand, you were unstoppable, unbeatable, unfuckwithable. But the same Natalie Cage that was still running around here like she owned the damn show because she did is not the same as the Natalie Cage of today. Honestly, in my own perfect opinion, you’ve become soft since losing the championship, the only reason you came back to begin with was because you slipped right through the cracks and entered the Promethean Chamber. I remember everyone losing their goddamn minds over seeing Natalie Cage back in OWA after four months of being gone, I was just learning about you by then so whilst everyone was cheering- I just sat there in silence, because guess what, Natalie, you don’t have that same effect anymore. Even those who know of what you’ve done, they’re not afraid of you.

As someone who’s won this before, you should be one of the favourites heading into this match, but you’re far from it. You’re gone too far down the rabbit hole of obscurity that even Stephanie Matsuda is proving to be a more viable threat to this than you have. Don’t you think that’s something that would drive you absolutely insane? I know it would for me if I was told I’m irrelevant and the bitch that doesn’t go here anymore gets more over than me.

Either way, Diantha, just because you’ve been praised for your accomplishments, doesn’t mean that you get away from being put on the chopping block. I just find it amusing that you think that everything that happened was because fate chose you, and not that you got lucky, because being honest with you, this is a match about luck. Sometimes it doesn’t matter what number you’re placed in, how many are going to be in there when you do enter, or what kind of bitch you’ll have to face when the time for talking has passed. I mean, that’s something ridiculous for you to say… “Oh, fate chose me to win the Clash last year” and never just the usual “I got extremely lucky last year, guess that happened” whilst shrugging your shoulders.

Of course, you’d never admit to that now would you? You couldn’t because that’ll ruin the experience of it all when trying to look like the stronger woman of them all, Lioness of the Heavens -- nothing like that at all, more or less the cowardly lion without the heart just like the Wizard of Oz. Tell me, Diantha, how many times are we going to hear the same old sob story about how you messed up your chance at Final Destination, huh? Cowardly hiding behind your losses on the big stage because you shit yourself- it’s okay, Diantha, we all get a small bit of stage fright when it happens. I’m sure if I stepped onto the big stages of Final Destination, I’d be doing the same thing. Though if I messed it up on the big stage, I wouldn’t be bringing it up in almost every match I’d be heading into.

“I’m not the same Diantha that was there at Final Destination II.”

“I didn’t get my storybook ending at last year’s Final Destination.”

“I didn’t close the deal at Final Destination.”

Deja-vu, Diantha. It’s everywhere with you. You’re always falling back on your own losses as if we’re meant to even care anymore about them, and I’m sure that April didn’t freaking teach you to talk like this- if she did, she deserves to slap you across the mouth and tell you to shut the fuck up. You’re related to Carlos Rosso, right? If he heard you talking like this, he’d also tell you to shut the hell up. So do us all a favour and save us the pity stories for someone that cares, maybe the wet paint drying up on the walls, but I’m sure they’ll dry up quicker than you finishing off your time listing off your losses and telling it that “you’re not the same Diantha as before”.

And speaking of those who love to whine and complain because they don’t get their own way, what’s the deal with you, Hana? I’m so sorry, I honestly am since that the only chance we got to speak about everything after the Civil War show is right now in the midst of the Clash of The Titans match. You know, Hana, we were best friends and the best of pals, we got along so well and we did everything we could to make sure that for whatever we did, we’d conquer the world together. Do you remember that promise we made on your birthday night? Celebrating together, having the time of our lives, and promising that whoever won the ladder match between the two of us- there’d be no hard feelings whatsoever. Problem is that I was so surprised when you popped out of nowhere that your boyfriend just so happened to be Havoc. The problem is that since then you slowly became something more different, something that made me think to myself if you’re the same Hana-banana that I sang and danced with on many occasions backstage on Odyssey shows and had fun with. It’s just all of this adding up, I don’t know if I could be friends with that. When I was with Jason, I did everything I could to distance myself from Havoc or The Ashes of The Wake because they weren’t my problem, they weren’t someone I wanted to deal with, they’re literally someone I’d run away from. I distance myself from those kinds of people, which is how I ended up parting ways with Jason- I couldn’t do it anymore. I can’t even do it now, considering what kind of person he’s slowly turning into now.

So you’re upset that I’ve changed? May I remind you to take a look in the mirror before you decide to point those fingers in my direction, please.

I saw what happened in Wrestleworld, I didn’t like it one bit. That’s not the Hana that I knew.

I saw you transform yourself into The Fallen Angel, I didn’t like it one bit.

I saw you become someone you’re not. That’s not the Hana that I knew.

Stop claiming that I’m brainwashed by the fame and the money, you can’t be saying that when it could have been anyone walking out of that match with the title, anyone could have been the person with the chair in their hands, it could have been anyone, Hana, but you’ve had these thoughts put into your by Christopher and Arata. I know they’re your boyfriend and your mentor, but are you going to stand there and let them tell you how you should feel about me? Hana, I thought you knew better than this. I’m disappointed in you. I’m really disappointed in what you’ve done with yourself. You’ve changed for the worse, you’ve changed for the sake of being evil, and the part that hurts me?

You made yourself an enemy in my eyes.

I’m not going to let that go for a very long time.

And now, I feel as if it’s about time I address the elephant in the room. Alyssa Grace.

First of all, how have you been feeling? I’ve to hand it to you, you’ve given me the best fight I’ve had in such a long time and to be sharing the ring with you again, it’s an amazing feeling. I hope, by your standards, that I’ve been holding this title with the same pride and confidence as you once did. You and I are aware of what it’s like stepping into the shoes of someone who’s left a whole lot of shit for you to carry. You won the title from April Song, a decorated member of the roster who’s proved her worth for years on end, made it better that you won it on the big one- on Final Destination. That’s kind of how I feel right now, though I’m not going to be on some ego trip like many would be if they ever beat the likes of you for this title. There’s no ego trip happening, because that’s just not who I am, and there’s no rubbing it in to your face because guess what, Alyssa… I respect the fuck out of you. I respect everything you do for Odyssey, for this championship, for everything. I’m sure you were already aware of it. I was going to speak to you at the top of this vignette and say how much it’s an honor to be able to share the ring with you once again, and then I heard that you were a little bit upset that I didn’t grab the chance to talk about you-- Alyssa, you knew I’d get the chance to talk about you, I just needed the time to think about everything that went through my head.

I hear you.

To think of yourself as a stepping stone for me would be unfair, because you weren’t the stepping stone, you were the damn inspiration I needed to help push myself further. I wouldn’t even think of calling you the stepping stone for someone’s career when you’re far from it, if that was the case then it’d make you wonder how down Alyssa has been since losing it if she’s willing to put that into anyone else’s mind. Because I know you’re going to be absolutely gunning for me, wanting to prove to yourself that you can overcome me and best me in this competition. Alyssa, remember last year's Clash? You were fresh faced, you were brand new, you were someone that was just waiting to be built up to the girl you are today. The thing is that when it comes to that Clash this weekend, it’ll be the same as before for both of us, I’m going to do the impossible twice. I’m going to do what people thought was unthinkable twice. Overcoming me isn’t an option for you, Alyssa, because it never was to begin with. And to quote you last year…

"I exist, and I’ll continue to exist even if I get thrown over the top rope."

Though that isn’t an option either, the option of losing this isn’t there for this one, for as much as people might think there is one for me. I came prepared for a freaking war and if there’s one thing I will continue on doing it’s still putting in the war path through everyone. I’m not going to hold back punches like I did at Civil War to anyone, I won’t hold back on anyone in this match and if I get thrown out? I get thrown out, it’s not like I got better things to be doing like defending this championship and continuing it’s golden prestige. I’ve got nothing to lose and everything to gain, this is the moment that I’ve waited eight long, frustrating, high and low months for. The moment I put myself on the freaking map for good. The moment I place myself as the new standard bearer of this entire goddamn roster! I’m not going to play around, this means too much to me to be just messing around and not putting my mind to work at it, because this is my next standout moment, this is where everything comes full circle, this is where everyone is going to remember who the hell I am and believe me, there’s a lot of people who need that reminder.

And, my god, I’m going to give you that reminder.

I am Rebecca Brookes, I am the OWA Goddesses Champion, and soon you’ll be able to call me the woman who’ll main event the final night of Final Destination. The woman who’ll hold both the Goddesses Championship and the Women’s World Championship. The woman who’ll stand out in front of everyone and anyone who dares to come at me sideways again, because if they want to come out of line like most of these people have, then they can meet the point of my damn knee when they want to fuck around and find out again.

…

And one last thing…

--

Fuck Liz Karlson.

Toodles, beauts. See y’all at the finish line.

xoxo.

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“Shoot for the stars (shoot, shoot, shoot)
Aim for the moon (the moon)
You ain't cool (you ain't cool)
'Til I say you cool
Yeah, yeah, yeah”

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Royal Sonesta Hotel in Portland, Oregon.

It was a couple of hours after the events that took place just at the location of Kenny Drake’s burial site and emotions are still at an all time high, the car was ditched at the spot after Jason seemed to not be returning to the vehicle after ten minutes and Rebecca made it back to the hotel they were staying safely during the middle of the night and walking for miles through the city, dusk was settling in to the city’s streets as Rebecca watched it from the view of her hotel room on the highest floor in the hotel, the balcony didn’t provide enough room to roam freely and walk around to enjoy the sun rising in the distance. After all, what Rebecca truly needed was some sleep because after everything she has gone through tonight, she needed it. Reaching into her jacket that was left at the hotel, she pulls out her phone and finds a plethora of phone calls that were missed by her brother and her father within the last hour. Reaching contact with them right now would have been impossible right now, expecting them to be asleep considering the time it is right now. She opens up the text message application on her phone and begins to type the following message:

Hey Ry, it’s Beckie.

I just saw your phone calls, don’t worry, I’m safe and sound. I was with Jason but- I can’t say the same for him. He’s changed, Ryan, and I don’t know if he’ll ever recover from it. Remember the thing I told you about his demons being real and eating him alive? Well, after tonight, I’m almost certain that’s what will happen sooner rather than later. Honestly, I want to save him and help him but he’s a threat to me- to anyone he comes across. I’m afraid of him. I don’t feel safe around him. I’m terrified.

Whenever you can, please come see me in Toronto. I’ve got all of my belongings with me, I just need a ride. I don’t expect Jason to be there by the time I come and go when the show is happening.

Take care,
Beckie xo.

Feared wasn’t even the word to describe how Rebecca felt, she knew that the days she’s spent with Jason have been the most scared she has been around him, but she also knew that whoever was lurking inside of his body was something completely different than to the evil that she knew Jason for pulling. For his mischievous and cowardly tactics, this entity living dormant inside of him only seeks to wreak havoc on anything that he steps on or steps over. Whatever it was gave no mercy to those that it was around, to those that Jason respected, to those that Jason loved. It did not care for anyone but what it wanted, for what it was, and for what it told him from inside of his head, constantly feeding misleading information into his head. Rebecca was torn as to what she needed to do. On one side, she wanted to help Jason- try to find him, wherever he may be, and help him to turn back to the same person that he was before, to who he always was. On the other side, Rebecca wanted to stay as far away as he possibly can from Jason- for her own safety, she wanted to make sure that they did not come close to one another until he’s freed of his demons.

It was supposed to be that way from the beginning but something just had to suck her back into the loop of things, and now with the situation she’s sitting in right now, she’s feeling the regret of even choosing to follow his orders. As Rebecca took off her jacket, leaving her with just her white tee on and her denim jeans, she laid down on the bed just to get some snooze after the long night she has had but then she hears a small sound, a pinging noise, from her phone. Rebecca reaches over to her phone on the dresser right beside her bed as she switches on the screen, seeing a message from her brother.

You had us fucking worried, Beckie.

I told you to stay away from him, I told you that he wasn’t good to be around right now. I’m coming to pick you up in Toronto right after the show, I’ll see you back at the hotel when the show ends. I’m here to protect you, Beckie, and if I see that man anywhere near you- I’ll beat that asshole up. I’m telling you, it’ll be on sight for that fucker.

Keep me up to date with things, I’m heading through Nevada right now.

Rebecca sighed, she had a feeling that Ryan would reply with anger to the situation but nonetheless, she placed her phone back down onto the dresser and laid down for her sleep. Rebecca was just a mere couple of hours away from entering her first Clash of The Titans match and with a whole lot on her mind, she needed to win this for herself. Taking the advice from her own brother from a few weeks ago, she needed this more than anything. Cement her place as a top challenger, the comeback of the entire season, and all she had to do was one simple thing.

Shoot for the moon and aim for the stars, and the best part about this?

Rebecca Brookes is the star of Odyssey.

All she needed now was the moon.

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The moon being the OWA Women’s World Championship.

Jonetta Stone, Jeff X and Alyssa Grace have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 6th 2021, 11:39 pm by **Revy**

DEAR SCISSOR SISTERS,

I HAVE JUST CONSUMED 6 CANS OF MONSTERS IN THE PAST HOUR. I AM STEALING THIS FORMAT FROM ELIZABETH KARLSON AS A BIG FUCK YOU TO HER. HERE IS MY PERSONAL TAKE ON EVERYBODY IN THE UPCOMING CLASH OF THE TITANS MATCH, AND HOLD ON TO YOUR SHIT, BECAUSE I KNOW THIS IS WHAT YOU WERE HOPING FOR AND EXPECTING FROM GOOD OLE LOVABLE REVY BESIDES THE HEAVY SHIT THAT HAS BEEN HAPPENING THE PAST, LET'S BE HONEST, 2 DAYS BECAUSE I DO THESE THINGS AT THE LAST MINUTE.

STEPHANIE MATSUDA, WHY THE FUCK YOU EVEN IN THIS MATCH? I’VE WON MORE MATCHES ON ODYSSEY THAN YOU’VE ACTUALLY WRESTLE ON THIS BRAND. LET THAT SINK IN WHEN YOU REALIZE I’VE ONLY WON LIKE MAYBE 3? YOU’VE SPENT MORE TIME WRESTLING MEN LATELY, I’M STARTING TO THINK YOU JUST MIGHT ACTUALLY BE ONE. I CALL BULLSHIT ON THIS. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU AIN’T BAD. I’VE BEEN ON KINGDOM AND ATLANTIS JUST AS OFTEN AS YOU, BUT YOU CAN KEEP OLYMPUS. LIKE DAMN, I LEGIT FORGOT YOU EVEN WORKED HERE. YOU KNOW, IT’S WILD, THAT YOU AND I HAVE WORKED TOGETHER FOR SO MANY YEARS AND NEVER WORKED TOGETHER. WHY THE FUCK IS THAT? ANYWAY CAN YOU TELL ARIA JAXON I SAID “HI” AND I MISS HER! THAT’S HONESTLY THE ONLY THING YOU REALLY GOOD FOR, BEING HER GOON. GOON LYFE, YOU KNOW. WE GOTTA DO ALL THE DIRTY WORK. ME THROWING FLASHBANGS AND YOU STABBING PEOPLE IN THE NECK WITH KEYS. I LIKE YO STYLE, IT’S TRASHY, BUT IT’S YOU! NOTHING BUT LUV AND RESPECT, BUT MAYBE A LITTLE LESS FOR THE LATTER. BECAUSE YOU KNOW, YOU NO SOLD THAT DONKEY PUNCH TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD AT SSW. SHAME ON YOU!!

LIZ KARLSON! YEAH, I JUST STOLE YOUR BIT, BECAUSE YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE REAL FUNNY STEALING MY BIT. HUR DUR DUR, THROWING GRENADES. BITCH, STAY IN YO LANE. YOU THINK I WOULDN’T PULL A GUN ON YOU. BITCH, I JUST MIGHT! DO YOU EVEN KNOW ME?! ATLEAST I KNOW YOU. YOU THAT BITCH I’M GONNA PUT A BULLET THROUGH THE HEAD BECAUSE SHE REALLY THINK I AIN’T HOOD. I GOT STREET CRED OUT THE WAZOO. THEY CALL ME THE NUMBAH ONE GUNNAH! THE NUMBAH ONE STUNNAH, AND AT THE CLASH, I’LL BE THE NUMBAH ONE BOUNCER TOSSING ALL YOU BITCHES OUT OF THE FINAL DESTINATION CLUB! YEAH, IT DIDN’T RHYME, IF YOU CAN’T TELL, I’M MAKING THIS SHIT UP AS I GO TO BEAT THE CLOCK.

DEVI KRYSIS, MY NEMESIS. THE CHRISTMAS TO MY GRINCH. THE MONDAY TO MY GARFIELD. THE PROMO PAGE TO MY SAVANNAH SUNSHINE. A CONSTANT PAIN IN MY ASS, AND I HOPE WHEN YOUR ASS GETS TOSSED OUT THE RING, YOUR RUN ENDS LIKE IT DID IN MILLION DOLLAR BABY. YOUR NECK HITTING A CHAIR AND YOU ENDNING UP IN THE HOSPITAL. CALL ME CLINT EASTWOOD, BECAUSE I’LL BE THERE TO PULL THE PLUG AND PUT YOU OUT OF YOUR MISERY.

BANSHEE, BABY GURL! WHY YOU PLAYING HARD TO GET. WHY YOU ALL OVER AZUMI AND ALYSSA WHEN I’LL PLAY WITH YOU. I BET YOU A SCREAMER. GET IT? HAHA! I’M SO FUNNY. GOOD ONE, REVY. BUT SERIOUSLY, WHY YOU DON’T WANNA BE FRIENDS? IS IT SOMETHING I DID? IS IT BECAUSE OF SOMETHING I SAID? IS IT BECAUSE I’M BLACK? SORRY, AUTO-CORRECT. I MEAN TO WRITE DOWN. “IS IT BECAUSE I’M A BITCH?” DAMN, THAT HURTS, BANSHEE. LIKE THAT REALLY HURTS. I REALLY THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING GOING BECAUSE I HATE AZUMI TOO, BUT ALYSSA, SHE COOL IN MY BOOK. AND YOU KNOW WHAT? BANSHEE! YOU AIN’T REJECTING ME, I’M REJECTING YOU. FUCK YOU! I KNOW YOU AND I CAN NEVER BE TOGETHER. NOT BECAUSE YOU THINK YOU ARE SUPERNATURAL BEING, EVEN THOUGH THAT ALONE IS A BIG RED FLAG, BUT IT’S BECAUSE YOU ARE BLAAAAAAAACK! WAIT, I TAKE THAT BACK! TAKE ME BACK…. WHY DO YOU HATE ME WHEN I SHOW YOU NOTHING BUT LOOOOVE?!

REBECCA BROOKES. SO LIKE, FITE ME YOU COWARD. PUT THAT GODDESS TITLE ON THE LINE. I GOT LIQUID CRACK ENERGY RIGHT NOW! WOOOOOOOO! I’MMA BE REAL, I GOT NOTHING AGAINST YOU. CONGRATS ON BEATING ALYSSA AND ALL. YOU DO US ALL PROUD. YOU BE THE BEST DAMN GODDESS CHAMPION AND YOU DO IT WITHOUT HAVING ANYONE INSIDE OF YOU. IT’S ALL YOU BABY. IT’S ALL YOU!

ALYSSA GRACE. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. THE FAVORITE FOR ALL THIS. GURL, YOU ARE LIKE PERFECT. YOU GOT THE GRACE, THE CONFIDENCE, THE SEX APPEAL, I MEAN, I GET IT. I GET WHY THE STICK BOI INTO YOU. YOU A DAMN CATCH. BUT WHAT IS YOUR SECRET? HOW YOU DO IT? WHAT MAKES YOU SO AMAZING AND LOVED? I MEAN, THIS BITCH… THIS BITCH RIGHT HERE IS THE ONE EVERYONE GOTTA WATCH OUT FOR. IN FACT, DO HER A FAVOR AND FOLLOW HER ON HER SOCIAL MEDIA. DO IT NOW, AND YOU’LL SEE WITNESS AN AMAZING PHENOMENON. GRACE AND WAKEFIELD FLIRTING, LIKE SO CRINGE… SO MUCH CRINGE! BUT HEY GURL, IT’S OK, YOU ALMOST PERFECT. YOU CAN’T HAVE EVERYTHING, JUST LIKE THAT WORLD TITLE MATCH AT FINAL DESTINATION WHEN I TOSS YOUR BEAUTIFUL ASS OVER THE TOP ROPE YOU MAGNIFICENT RAINBOW AND SUNSHINE. HUG HUG KISS KISS STAB STAB, BIG FAN OF YOURS.

NAKITA DUBOV. …..I’M GONNA IGNORE YOU!

NESSA!! WHAT IS UP?! YOU AND I SHOULD TALK MORE. LIKE WHAT IS IT THAT MAKES YOU A LADY EXACTLY? LIKE AM I A LADY? I GOT TIDS AND BITS TOO YOU KNOW? BUT HERE YOU ARE BEING ALL FANCY SMANCY. “LADY VANESSA LAURENT!” LIKE REALLY, WHY IS THAT? IS IT BECAUSE YOU ARE WORRIED THAT PEOPLE MIGHT SEE YOUR BIG IMPOSING FIGURE AND MISTAKEN YOU FOR A MAN? NO! I CAN TELL YOU EACH AND EVERY SINGLE PERSON THAT HAVING SHARED THIS LOCKER ROOM WITH THIS “LADY” THAT SHE IS LEGIT. THEY ARE REAL.. AND THEY ARE SPECTACULAR! WINKY FACE!! DON’T WORRY, VANESSA, I’LL TRY TO BE EXTRA CAREFUL AROUND YOU. LET’S NOT POP AN IMPLANT WHEN YOU GET SENT OUT OF THE RING. OOPS, WAS THAT SUPPOSE TO BE A SECRET? THAT WAS JUST A JOKE. IT’S ALL NATURAL. ..WINKY FACE.

NATALIE! HEY NATALIE! HOW IS NIKI DOING?! YOU HAPPY WITH YOURSELF? BEING THE ONE TO LOSE AND NOW NIKI IS GONE?! TOUGH SHIT AIN’T IT? YOU GONNA DO IT AGAIN? YOU GONNA WIN THE CLASH AGAIN? ARE YOU GOING TO BE OK? I MEAN, IMAGINE THAT. NATALIE CAGE FOR ONCE BEING THE UNSUCCESSFUL OF THE TWO CAGES. YEAH YEAH YEAH.. SHUT UP. I’M A NATE CAGE STAN. ANYWAY, WHY DON’T YOU DO US ALL A FAVOR AND DO WHAT YOU CAGES DO BEST AND JUST RETIRE AGAIN? IT WILL SAVE YOU THE HUMILIATION OF KNOWING YOU JUST GOT YOUR ASS BEAT BY A DRUNK THAT ISN’T NAMED JEFF X.

HANA NAKAJIMA! OWA’S RESIDENTIAL JAILBAIT. MY GOD, IT’S CRAZY TO THINK APRIL IS PROBABLY OLD ENOUGH TO BE YOUR MOTHER. MAYBE. I DUNNO. I’M GUESSING. BUT HEY, CHIN UP. YOU PROBABLY AIN’T GONNA WIN THE CLASH LIKE YOU DIDN’T WIN THE LADDER MATCH FOR THE GODDESS TITLE. YOU’RE STILL YOUNG. YOU GOT YOUR ENTIRE LIFE AHEAD OF YOU. A WHOLE LIFE OF HAVING TO DEAL WITH FAILURES AND PROVING THE THEORY FALSE THAT BEING YOUNG AND TALENTED DON’T MEAN JACK SHIT. THANK GOD YOU LEGAL NOW, BECAUSE I WAS GONNA BE WORRIED ABOUT HOW I GOTTA EXPLAIN TO COPS ABOUT CHILD ABUSE. I’M GONNA NEED YOU TO SIGN THESE PAPERS HERE, GIVING ME CONSENT TO BEAT YOUR ASS. YOUR GIRL GOTTA KEEP RECEIPTS BECAUSE EVERYONE BE TRYING TO CANCEL ME.

GWEN! LOVE THE WORK YOU HAVE BEEN DOING. KEEP IT UP, AND I’M SURE YOU’LL WIN THE CLASH NEXT YEAR. WAIT, DID I SAY NEXT YEAR? SORRY, I MISSPOKE. I MEANT TO SAY, “NEVER.” NAH I KID. I KID. KIND OF. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? I LIKE YOU. AND I HOPE WE CAN BE FRIENDS. DAMN IT, REVY. YOU HAVE BEEN THROUGH THIS. YOU CAN’T IGNORE THE CONTINUITY OF THE FIRST PROMO YOU POSTED. STICK TO THE PROGRAM. SORRY. GWEN, I HAVE THIS PROBLEM WHERE I FEEL LIKE I NEED TO BE FRIENDS WITH EVERYONE, AND IT LOOKS LIKE I’M LEANING TOWARDS THAT SHIT AGAIN, SO I GOTTA FOLLOW MY 12 STEP PROGRAM I WAS GIVEN. STEP ONE, “FUCK YOU GWEN HARPER, I DON’T NEED YOU AND YOUR FRIENDSHIP. WHAT MAMA NEEDS IS A SHINY NEW BELT AND THAT’S WHY LIKE A STRONG EMPOWERED FEMALE WOMAN GETTING OUT OF A BAD RELATIONSHIP, I’M TOSSING YOUR DEADBEAT ASS OUT OF THE CURB… WAIT,” THIS ISN’T THE PROGRAM FOR DEALING WITH BEING A FRIENDAHOLIC? THIS IS A BOOK ABOUT FINDING INDEPENDENCE AFTER GETTING OUT OF A BAD RELATIONSHIP? WHERE WAS THIS WHEN I WAS TAGGING WITH SAVANNAH SUNSHINE?! I’LL HAVE TO GET BACK TO YOU ON THIS GWEN.

DIANTHA, YOU BITCH. I HAVE ONLY ONE THING TO SAY TO YOU. “MY NAME IS REBECCA LEE MCQUEEN, YOU UPSET MY APRIL, PREPARE TO DIE!” “MY NAME IS REBECCA LEE MCQUEEN, YOU UPSET MY APRIL, PREPARE TO DIE!” “MY NAME IS REBECCA LEE MCQUEEN, YOU UPSET MY APRIL, PREPARE TO DIE!” “MY NAME IS REBECCA LEE MCQUEEN, YOU UPSET MY APRIL, PREPARE TO DIE!” “MY NAME IS REBECCA LEE MCQUEEN, YOU UPSET MY APRIL, PREPARE TO DIE!” “MY NAME IS REBECCA LEE MCQUEEN, YOU UPSET MY APRIL, PREPARE TO DIE!” YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT, I’M PRINCESS-BRIDING YOU! THAT’S HOW QUICKLY I’M RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS AND LIQUID CRACK ENERGY! RIGHT NOW.

AZURINE VEBBINS, YOU ADORKABLE BITCH! I HAVE NOTHING BUT RESPECT FOR YOU. YOU DIFFERENT FROM ALL THE OTHER GIRLS, AND EVEN I MUST ADMIT, WHEN IT COMES TO BEING CUTE, I CAN’T COMPETE WITH YOU. LIKE DAMN! NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY, THERE IS NO WAY I CAN EVER TOP, ‘ASSISTING THE MENTALLY CHALLENGED” AND TO THIS VERY DAY, YOU HAVE NOT LEFT DEVI’S SIDE. OK, MAYBE I WENT TOO FAR WITH THAT ONE, BUT COME ON, SHE IS GOING TO STARK FOR TRAINING. YOU KNOW SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH HER IN THE HEAD. BUT THAT’S LIKE ME, THE POT CALLING THE KETTLE BLACK, BUT IF THE POT WAS CUTER AND MORE TALENTED. ANYWAY, SET YOUR CALENDAR FOR ….WHATEVER DAY CLASH OF THE TITANS IS CANONICALLY SET FOR TO “REVY DAY” WHEN I WIN THE WHOLE DAMN DAY. AND VEBBY, WE CELEBRATE BY DRINKING ALL DAY AND PARTYING ALL NIGHT, BUT IT’S OK, I’LL MAKE SURE THEY SAVE SOME APPLE JUICE IN A SIPPY CUP FOR YOU. I WOULDN’T WANT YOU TO FEEL LIKE YOU MISSING OUT ON ME WINNING.

AND JONETTA! Stay beautiful and don’t you change . I love you.

AND FINALLY, DULCE TORRES! I CAN HONESTLY ADMIT THIS AND SAY, YOU ARE CURRENTLY THE ONE WOMAN ON THE ROSTER THAT HAD PUSHED ME TO THE LIMIT IN A SINGLES MATCH IN OWA THUS FAR. I HOPE WE CAN MOVE PAST WHAT HAPPENED AT CIVIL WAR, GET A CLEAN SLATE, AND MAYBE EVEN START OVER. BECAUSE THE TRUTH IS, DULCE. I’M A HUGE FAN. AND I REALLY DID BELIEVE YOU WERE NOT LIKE THE OTHERS. YOU WERE A REAL INSPIRATION TO US ALL AND REAL HUMBLE ABOUT IT. YOU SET THE STANDARD AS THE GODDESS CHAMP, YOU WON THAT TITLE IN GRACE AND ACCEPT JUST AS WELL IN DEFEAT. TO THIS DAY, I AM SAD THAT YOU CHOSE TO SIDE WITH THE WOLVESDEN TO PUT DOWN WOMEN LIKE ME, BUT HEY, WE ALL MAKE STUPID DECISIONS, AND WE REALLY SHOULDN’T LET THAT KIND OF THING HAUNT US FOREVER. SO WHAT DO YOU SAY DULCE? HOW ABOUT WE LET BYGONES BE BYGONES AND YOU JUST BE HAPPY FOR ME WHEN I WIN THE CLASH? SOUNDS GOOD? NO! DAMN DULCE, DAMN, WHY YOU GOTTA BE LIKE THAT? IS REVY GONNA HAVE TO ARRANGE FOR ANOTHER FIRING? NAH, I KID. I KID. I TRY TO NOT DO THE SAME TRICK TWICE WITH MY ENEMIES. WELL, TRYING, IT’S JUST FLASHBANGS ARE REALLY POPULAR. BUT DULCE, I GET IT, ANYONE CHANCE OF BEING FRIENDS WE HAD IS PROBABLY LONG GONE AFTER THAT CIVIL WAR. AND AS MUCH AS I HATE TO ADMIT IT, I STILL PROBABLY AIN’T GOOD ENOUGH TO BEAT YOU… YET. BUT DAMN, DID WATCHING YOU WORK YOUR WAY UP, IT EVEN GAVE ME HOPE THAT MAYBE SOMEDAY, IF I WORK JUST AS HARD, THEN MAYBE I CAN GET THERE TOO. YOU HATE MY GUTS, AND YOU GOT EVERY RIGHT TO, BUT KNOW THIS. YOU HELPED INSPIRED ME AND OUR MATCH, DESPITE ENDING THE WAY IT DID, I KNEW I WASN’T READY YET. BUT THE NEXT TIME WE FACE, I WILL BE. AND IT’S GONNA BE FOR A CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE. I JUST KNOW IT! I KNOW YOU’LL BE BACK ON THAT HUNT, AND YOU CAN BET YOUR ASS I’M GONNA BE THERE EITHER WAITING OR CHASING AFTER YOU.

ALRIGHT, THAT’S EVERYONE THAT I KNOW IS IN THE MATCH. I DEDICATE THIS LETTER AND THIS MATCH TO EVERYONE THAT IS INVOLVED IN THIS MATCH, EITHER COMPETING, PRODUCING, ETC…. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU ALL FOR MAKING THIS A TOUGH BATTLE. BUT DAMN IT, IT’S BEEN FUN AND AN HONOR. ANYONE CAN WIN THIS CLASH, IT LEGIT FEEL LIKE THAT, ….. BUT COME ON, IT’S GONNA BE ME. LIKE COME ON. JUST DO IT… GIVE ME WHAT I WANT. REVY VS HER FRIENDS. IT’S MONEY AND IT BASICALLY WRITES ITSELF. JUST DO IT. LIKE GET OUT OF THE RING AND LET ME WIN. PLEASE. COME ON, BE COOL. AW, Y’ALL JUST A BUNCH OF SELFISH BITCHES. CAN’T EVEN DO ME A SOLID LIKE THAT. SMH, THIS WHY WE AIN’T FRIENDS.

SINCERELY

REVY

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

Re: OWA Promos February 6th 2021, 11:29 pm by **Matsuda**

Women’s Clash Match Promo #3

“Reason”

February 4th, 2021.
Brooklyn, NY
Matsuda Residence.

(In the evening, Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda sat in her dining room with a glass of wine half full waiting nearby. She was having a Zoom session with a therapist, a reasonable option in the current world they live in. The Queen of Fighters haven’t had a session in a year, but so much was going on in her life currently, she needed someone to open up to. After filming that segment for the tag title match, Monica went back to the west coast to prepare for Collision Course. Aria joined her since she and Aren had to handle a few things. AJ wasn’t too concerned with training at the moment, but promised Stephanie they would get some reps in when they get into Toronto. Stephanie knew the city well since that’s where she competed in her weekly OATH matches. One would think she was more confident about her chances in The Clash, but a couple of events have transpired that changed her outlook. Former OATH Intrepid Champion. Former Wrestleworld American Dream Champion. The Queen of Fighters was losing her edge and the whole world could see it. Her opponents were chomping at the bit and the veil that separated herself and the competition was quite fragile indeed. She only shared this with Dr. Krista Reuben, a therapist that Serenity’s mother Angie introduced her to. She’s been a big help here and there, but at this point Matsuda couldn’t express herself towards anyone else.)

Dr. Reuben: Stephanie...what’s on your mind? You seem tense.

Stephanie Matsuda: I feel like I’m losing control. The past two years of my career I’ve accomplished so much - hell I did more in that small pocket of time than most wrestlers have their entire careers. Some with all of my obligations I’m living the life of several people.

Dr. Reuben: How do you feel about it?

(Stephanie shrugged her shoulders.)

Stephanie Matsuda: I...I don’t know. Some days I feel like I’m unraveling. Others I feel more focused like I still have something to prove. But...I worked hard to get where I am, you know? I never wanted to feel like one company-owned me. It was never just about the titles, though accolades are important in the field of competition.

Dr. Reuben: Is there anything else important in regards to your career?

Stephanie Matsuda: Besides cash and freedom, I guess happiness. I always want to feel good about the work I’ve been putting in, but even with all of my success, there’s a part of me that feels unfulfilled.

Dr. Reuben: How?

(Stephanie sighed before replying.)

Stephanie Matsuda: Before it’s all over, I want to be considered one of the best in my field. In other sports, you have names like Jordan, Magic, and Gretzky. I want to be up there with those names. I don’t have to be the actual greatest of all time, but I want my name synonymous with greatness.

Dr. Reuben: What are you afraid of?

Stephanie Matsuda: Fading away. I don’t want to fade into obscurity.

Dr. Reuben: Why do you feel that’ll happen to you?

(Stephanie paused before responding.)

Stephanie Matsuda: I...don’t know. I mean there’s always somebody better, you know? I know my time will come where my contemporaries will surpass me. But, I don’t want to walk away when that happens. I want to do it while I’m on top of the world.

Dr. Reuben: Competition seems important to you.

Stephanie Matsuda: It is. I get criticized for being a glory hound, but then why are you competing at all!? It’s that hypocrisy that gets under my nerves, you know? I haven’t made the best decisions but I know how my influence has shaped the industry. I wasn’t the only one either...it was a group effort. But, times are changing, and before they do I want the world to remember me. I want to remind them who Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda is.

Dr. Reuben: Where do you think the business is going?

(Stephanie shrugged and shook her head.)

Stephanie Matsuda: I don’t know, but a lot is happening and before I know it I’ll be slower than the day before. Who knows, maybe I’ll stay in the business until my bones are dust. But...the sacrifices that it requires...might be a price too high to pay.

Dr. Reuben: So, what is the goal?

Stephanie Matsuda: To make them never forget who the fuck I am. To make them know, understand, and believe.

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(Stephanie is seen sitting at her computer, several hours after her therapy session. She still has a half glass of wine by her side as she takes the time to stare at the screen for a bit before speaking.)

“So I was thinking about how I should start this, but you know what? Fuck it, let’s get into it. There’s a certain supernatural clown who thinks I’ve forgotten about her. The reality is Azumi spent so much time flaming her on social media that I decided to let my business partner handle my light work. Because no matter how dangerous you think you are Banshee McGee, you’re just a goomba waiting to get stomped on. It’s really mighty of you to roll up on civilians in an attempt to make the rest of us nervous. Heh...if you even knew the demons that exist in my own mind, sweets. I’ve fought worse than you - hell my own ex-fiance was the dark hand behind the Ashes of the Wake. It took three stables to take on a being that I can solo on my own, so do you think 19 other heauxes make me nervous!? Like Dulce, you make the sorry mistake of disregarding my experience. Ya’ll act like Odyssey is the only place in the universe! Hey, I get it - you’re loyal to the first place that gave you your first big girl check. It’s like Calvin from those 90s McDonald’s commercials: “CALVIN’S GOT A JOB!”

“It’s exciting right!? You all got your first REAL payday and ya’ll think this is where the bus stops right? Well, let’s see you get six of these simultaneously and we’ll talk. Wait you can’t? What’s what? I’m the only one in the industry with six multi-million-dollar freelance contracts!? Okay, so fuck your feelings about whether or not I’m devoted to Odyssey. If anything, Odyssey is devoted to ME. There’s a way to make the business work for you, not the other way around. But, if you’re so keen on wrestling day in and day out like a couple of sheep then so be it. I did that once with high hopes of making it and there were days where I didn’t find myself moving up the card. So I got into my best friend’s business and forced them to make me matter. Later, outlasted the best to earn an opportunity that I used on poor April. She hated me for the longest - probably still do. But alas, here I am as I’m about to do it again. She and I just have two obstacles: The Women’s Clash and her title match against Llorona. We just have to get past goofballs like Banshee, Nakita, Azurine, and anyone else who thinks get between me and my birthright.”

“Shit like this is why I don’t think anyone takes Odyssey as seriously as they should. I remember looking through Twitter and seeing people post their Final Destination dream cards and there was this one guy who claimed Odyssey matches should “only open or be on the preshow” and that if he had to book an obligatory women’s match he would book Dulce vs Jonetta. Pfft, how does that make ya’ll feel? To be labeled as a roster who exists to serve a demographic of basement-dwelling creeps and immature young women who live vicariously through others? This is what you are to the world at large - just a bunch of meowing pussies wanting to be heard.”

“It makes me sick. Know what else makes me sick? Jonetta thinking she’s going to Cross Check her way to FD. She’s the epitome of what’s wrong with Odyssey, a relic of a time where female wrestlers were judged by the blonde of their hair and the size of their cup size. She thinks just because she’s hanging on the coattails of every women’s stable that rears its ugly head I should be afraid of her, but I’d like to shed some light on something, sweets. You’re not the first J Dynasty person I’ve faced and I’m sure you won’t be the last. If anything, I’ve developed a knack for beating anyone who comes out of that goddamn grotto. Heh...you compare yourself to Claudia, and as much as I hate her, you couldn’t walk a block in her heels. This isn’t the hockey rink sweets; you can’t just skate by yours truly and think you’ll be the last woman standing. I know you think you’re special because you’ve held the Athena’s Cup, but unlike you, I didn’t participate in a tournament to win my Sparks Cup. I fought seven other women to make that happen. In the same damn night, nevertheless. I barely had a break and when the dust settled I made my way to the Rose Bowl and molly whooped your fellow stablemate to get what I want. And if I can do it to her, you sure as hell won’t be much of an issue for me. After all, there’s one ‘CM’ that describes me more than anything else: Championship Material. Roxy took you in because there’s only one ‘JS’ that describes you: Just Sad. Why settle for ivory when I’ve collected enough gold to open up my own gold reserve. Also...ivory, really? Like you’re the reason why elephants are endangered, but I’m sure your Karen-ass doesn’t care, do you? I’m no vegan, but killing for sport? I think...I can make the proper arrangements to give you the experience you’ve been looking for, sweets. Only this time you won’t be facing an endangered creature, but the Queen of Fighters. The squared circle is my jungle. You’re just a fucking guest.”

“In some ways, this clash is a lot like a shooting gallery, isn’t it? Just a bunch of moving targets bumping around like a bunch of Lemmings in this “Obligatory Women’s Clash Match”. Five bucks say this match doesn’t even headline night 2. And when that happens, I want you to ask the producers why didn’t Odyssey headline? What excuse do you think they’re going to pull out of their ass? If anything. They’re just going to give a half-hearted response because they knew you’ll accept that shit. The powers that be know that NONE of you have the cojones to take your ball and LEAVE. Bob Taylor and Scott Oasis have ya’ll around the leash, so I guess that’s the existence each of you feels content with. Well, contentment leads to a lack of inspiration, which in the end leads results a lack of ambition. We’ve come full circle ladies and gentlemen, back to where we started. Call me an invader, part-time, and outsider. You can say my accolades don’t matter here in OWA, but I can take my OWA Tag Team Championships on another show, on another channel, and now get penalized for it. How is it that I have more freedom than the most loyal of the pink brand and somehow...I still make more than you. Heh, this business doesn’t love you ladies. If you want the industry to work for you then you have to stop getting worked by it! This is something I’ve elaborated on for quite some time, but yet people still fail to see where I’m coming from. But I get it - why risk a good payday? Trust me, this has nothing to do with honor in any of your regards. You all hate each other more than any of you dislike me. You find comfort in your current standing because it means you don’t have to worry about falling into obscurity. The company does well to protect each and every one of your reputations so you can be the strong and defiant goddesses everyone knows you can be! The principles for improving one’s ability dictates that the opposition challenges the developing warrior. But if nobody is growing stronger then stagnation can occur. I teach this to my students all the time. Wrestling promoters don’t care about your personal beliefs - they only want to increase their own capital. They’ll do everything to tell you otherwise but will conceal their other hand from your eyes. That is the hand that will toss you out from whence you came once they no longer have any use for you.”

(Stephanie nodded as she considered who to relate this to.)

“Becky Brookes with the good hair should be wary of this. Every Goddesses champ that came before you were given the moon, put on display for everyone to see. I appreciate your compliments, but once again you tell me a story I’ve already heard countless times this week - Stephanie’s lack of participation in OWA. Do you know what’s the irony of that statement? I’ve been fighting twice - three times as much as anybody else on this roster. Hell, I’ve fought every week since January of 2020! It may not always have been in OWA, but I’ve prepared for The Clash better than any of you have, and that reality will be revealed once I quickly begin to dispose of each and every one of you. Where do you think my belts came from!? You think they magically appeared in my hands!? Nah, I’ve sweat and bled just like each and everyone one of you - in fact, more than any of you combined. Heh...I love this business as much as I hate it - which by the way is the true essence of love. To appreciate something and see it for what it truly is only then can you go about change. That’s why I’m back...to change the culture of this brand. I personally pushed Odyssey in the direction it’s currently in and I will do everything it takes to redirect its course. Viola DeMarco may remain as the show's manager...but by Final Destination I shall be its champion.”

(Stephanie took a sip from her wine glass as she meditated on her next words.)

“I find it funny that Diantha hasn’t mentioned her desire to headline FD until I brought it up. I guess that’s the story of the younger Rosso sister, huh? Always falling behind everyone else. Also, sweets, I wasn’t talking about April Song when I said you got played, buuut I don’t mind the bonus points for the multi-kill. I was referring to Niki Kahn. You see, Niki was a killer, like yours truly. When we walk into a room, we go straight to the baddest mofo and give them the business. It’s why I was a double champion in WWH for half of the year. It’s why I jumped the line and won the tag belts with ‘ria, and it’s also why the Queens of Wrestling run Strong Style Wrestling. The difference between us and ya’ll is that we’re more than wrestlers - we’re fucking prizefighters. It took a wish! An actual fucking wish to send Niki away! NONE of you were ready to fight her head-on, and Revy proved that by removing her in the most hands-off way possible. Listen, I respect you as much as you respect me, but I’m being blunt with my feelings right now. Taylor and Oasis don’t think of you as Night 3 main event material. You had to put half the roster in a fucking chamber match to get that spotlight. I main evented Atlantis with another company’s belt - you’re welcome by the way, Alyssa. But Dian, I am curious about your vision for Odyssey. Maybe one day I can grow to understand it just like you can see where I’m coming from. Fighting is a philosophical debate performed with one’s fists. It’s a test to see whose approach works the best. Our fighting style, training, and the outlook are all revealed in the ring.”

(Stephanie sighs and shakes her head.)

“Speaking of which, there was no doubt Dulce Torres was the better woman that night. You know what? I’m willing to apologize for downplaying your victory on me. I’m mature enough to take a step back and acknowledge my own faults. But, I will not take back my lack of killer instinct’ comment. The fact that it strikes a nerve with the lot of you made me realize that I came upon something of significance. The reality is that deep down inside each and everyone woman on the Odyssey roster has questioned her own intentions. You don’t need to put up a front for me because the reality is everyone in this business has questioned their own resolve. What matters is how honest we are with ourselves. I want to make Odyssey the place it was meant to be because I see what places like Empire, LAW, JET, and RCW have done for the careers of so many women like myself, April, Aria, and even some on this brand like Liz Karlson, Becky Brookes, and LAW’s 400+ day champion Roxy Vendetta. You all have the potential to define a generation, but you lack the imagination to see the actual goddesses you can become. I’m not taking advantage of anyone here, Alyssa. You’re one of the scrappiest fighters in this match, but outside of that Goddesses match with April, you never had anyone push you to the point of no return. Life and death are intertwined with violence. We create rules to separate ourselves from the animals, but yet we retain the instincts of the most savage predators in the wild. This is not a daycare, ladies. I’m not going to hold your fucking hands. I’m not Ms. Frizzle and Odyssey is not Magic School Bus. Even if one of us has a brother named:”

“Let’s see...we have Hana, who I need to have a talk in private with. I know she doesn’t like what I’ve been saying, but it is what it is. Nobody told you to date the devil, sweets. You claim you want everyone else but me to win? That sounds personal, and maybe I deserve it, but to be honest, you haven’t proven to me why you deserve to main event FD. Hell, you couldn’t even get the WW tag belts with April. Maybe she needs a more experienced partner. She’s won several tag titles with Diantha. Maybe Sister Rosso needs to stop over at Wrestleworld Island to accomplish the thing you couldn’t. I might be coming off aggressive sweets, but I’ve been watching you. There’s no way to justify an association with someone who was responsible for the death of Kenny Drake. That doesn’t sit right with me, sweets. How do I know your association? There’s a lot of things I know about this business that others don’t want me to know. When you’ve been around for a while certain things speak to you in ways it doesn’t to other people. All the kawaii in the world can’t hide the darkness that lies inside you, Hana. As someone who carries similar darkness within, I should know. It’s funny how I haven’t heard shit from Natalie Cage, but I guess when you don’t have anything nice to say, you don’t say anything at all, huh? Then again, there’s probably going to be a mad rush of videos at the end talking about everything everyone has ever said or done. The final gold rush so to speak. So I guess I’ll leave everyone with this...”

(Stephanie leaned forward with her eyes on the camera.)

“I didn’t come back to Odyssey to make friends. I came back because I saw the realest fighter I know get fired because of some bullshit mistake Viola made. This whole time she’s been letting the inmates run the asylum and honestly? That worries me. I’m sure the investor thinks the catfights we’ve been seeing make for good TV - after all who doesn’t want to see a bunch of women clawing and biting each other right? I mean they don’t take Odyssey seriously - it’s OWA’s obligatory women’s show after all. An obligatory women’s roster fighting over obligatory women’s titles. Because at the end of the day, that’s all they see you as and NONE OF YOU have done SHIT to prove them otherwise. Dulce claims that Odyssey doesn't need a Stephanie Matsuda. And you know what? She's right. I mean if Odyssey wants to stay as basic as it is now, then fine. It doesn't change the trajectory of my career. Just a bunch of obligatory women content with their own mediocrity despite having such potential, enough to outshine their male competitors. Every Empire comes to an end right? You gather the ladies together, split them up, through them onto other brands where they’re fed to your midcard. Maybe one of them stands out and you give her a title to say ‘Hey! We’re progressive!’ But at the end of the day, we’re just a bunch of pretty faces fighting in tight outfits and it kind of makes me sick that you think you’re being respected when Odyssey only main evented one out of god knows how many PPVs. Well, fuck that. When I win this clash, Final Destination becomes Cloud Fucking City. And if the winner of the men’s clash wants to challenge me on that then he and I can settle it in the ring because quite frankly nobody can OWA can even sneeze on my career. Friend, foe, or otherwise. And you know what the beauty of it is? I’m not finished. See you on the dance floor, ladies. Don’t forget to bring your dancing shoes. You want Odyssey to be important? Show me. Like your fucking lives depend on it.”

Know.

Understand.

Believe.

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

Re: OWA Promos February 6th 2021, 11:09 pm by **Dulce Torres**

Oh gee, would it hurt you to give me something to work with, Stephanie?

I don’t mean to come off as rude, but was your piece towards me supposed to have me change my mind on my perspective of you? Was it supposed to make me realize and be all like “You know, I think I was wrong about that Stephanie chick. She’s not all that bad,” but that unfortunately will not happen. Instead, it seemed like you gave me that: “veteran vs. rookie” lecture and tried to come at me like I don’t know anything at all. You may have not actually said it, but I can read between the lines. I know what you implied to say. I’m not an idiot, Stephanie. I’m know that you’re completely thrown off guard that I’m not worshipping the ground you walk on. I’m sorry that I don’t look at you and feel the obligation to give respect to a woman who only shows up to Odyssey once in a full moon. I’m not someone who cares enough about your “accomplishments" outside OWA. You’re saying that I should take your accomplishments “into consideration” when I've stated that I don't care about your accomplishments. I don't care about where you came from. I don't care if you were some big shot in some company all of those years ago. I care about what you do in this company. Is that a hard concept to understand or are you gonna be like “but, I'm more accomplished than you, Dulce. I don't need to listen to you" as you bask in your glory about how you're some “tremendous” athlete that we should take seriously around here. “Oh, look at me! I'm World Tag Team Champion!” “Oh, look at me! I won a title in this company and that company and also this company! That means that I am better than you! Omg, #Cloudy2Beltz!” I despise those types of people. I despise those people who are so completely full of themselves and try to little league people who have done more for the women's division in this company than they can ever dream about. Me, Diantha and Natalie are just a few of the women on Odyssey who have completely killed it each time that we're on. You can only bother showing up to this brand whenever you find something that needs “saving,” but I get the impression that it's nothing more than a “motherly instinct” with you. To me, it's just that your obsessed with saving something. You're obsessed with being the hero of the story that you're more than willing to take this spotlight away from hardworking women who are trying to build up their legacy in this company. You want to win Clash for the glory. You want to so be the one that puts a stop to the Demolition Corps and the cancer that they have spread around Odyssey. You just want to be talked about and be put on a pedestal when in reality, it’s going to create a target on your back. It's going to make these women feel insulted that someone can swoop in and take an accomplishment that belongs to someone who is on Odyssey every week rather than once or twice a year.

This brand doesn't need your presence. It doesn't need you to “rescue" it. It doesn't need Stephanie "Cloud" Matsuda to make everything about her. That’s why I cannot allow you to win Clash. It takes this opportunity from a woman who works hard. It takes the opportunity away from someone who could need to win this match more than you do. I need it for the purpose of taking down the Demolition Corps. I need it to regain the OWA Women's World Championship. I would love another opportunity at main eventing Final Destination again. You have your little focus on those Tag Team Championships. Don't bother with making things more difficult for yourself. You’re going into this idea with zero knowledge about what I'm all about. You've tried to establish that my issue is my ambition and I proved to you that I got a ton of it. I don't think that it's my ambition that's the issue between the two of us. It's the idea that once think that I am going through some issue. You think that I've taken a "fall from grace" and that you think that I will never be in that circle of elite women that you hold so near and dear to your heart. I don't want to be part of that circle. I want to be in a league of my own. I want to be the first Dulce Torres and I'm on my way of doing that. From what I've said this week, I know that there are going to be situations where I am going to feel backed into a corner by the competition in this match, but whenever that has happened to me, I conquered the odds. I am more than open to you getting in my face, but make sure that you're not positive for COVID before you do that. I know that with Clash, we can't avoid the fact that the ring is going to be crowd, but knowing the companies that you've been spending time in and the different people that you've been hanging around, I wouldn't want for my chances to main event Final Destination to be ruined by a positive test. Although, it's nice that you confirmed my validations on your thoughts on the Odyssey brand as a whole. You don't treat it seriously. You don't see it as a brand that's taken seriously. You don't want me to overlook your titles and your tag title reigns, but you’re overlooking this brand as a whole and that's going to bite you in the butt, Stephanie. That's going end up with you getting thrown over the top rope and watching all your dreams of main eventing Final Destination go down the drain.

If I’m being technically and pinpointing the moment that I peaked. It would be around the beginning parts of 2020. If you need me to name the place, it would be at Clash of the Titans last year. Dethroned Natalie Cage and won the main event of Final Destination. You wouldn't know a thing about “peaking” since you’ve really done nothing exciting yourself other than taking no names to your list of victims, complain about Viola DeMarco having it out for you and obsessing about being ignored by the main event talent on Odyssey. Yet, you want to come after me for not doing anything since the Promethean Chamber? If anything, I was providing help to the Wolvesden women when it came to the situation of the Demolition Corps. Despite having no championship on my shoulder, I was able to keep myself in the spotlight. I was able to keep myself as a focal point on the show and guess what? I didn't need to hurt anyone. No one got hurt during my mission to do that. Can you say that, Banshee? It seems like you aren't able to say that. It's really sad - all the efforts that you put in trying to get the attention of any main event talent haven't been successful. It hasn’t made us turn our heads towards whatever you’re doing that particular week. I'm sorry that you aren't anything interesting to make us want to pay attention to you. Instead of just complaining and trying to get our attention, why not just meet use face-to-face? Why not tell us that you want a fight? It’s sad that you're living rent free in my mind. You've constantly thought about me for months? You thought about all of those months where I made your former self submit in the middle of the ring. Even then, you wanted to get your point across and I really didn't care to seek any revenge. I didn't look at you as anything that I needed to desperately step into the ring to face. I get at Clash, we have no other choice, but to cross paths with each other, but what excuses are you going to come up with when I throw you off the top rope? “My feet didn't completely touch the floor!" “The referees were looking for any way to eliminate me!" or how about the infamous "I wasn't ready! Give me a do-over!" I hope that you take some time to create whatever excuses you will have when I throw you over the top rope because that's exactly what's going to happen. After that, you can try to come up with lame statements like: "Viola pushed in the match in favor of her golden girl!” which would be super amusing.

Banshee, pick a role - are you a queen or a demonic figure? On one hand, you complain about how no one sees you on top of the food chain. On the other hand, you call yourself a “queen” and me a “lowly peasant?” For someone who you consider as the golden girl, would I be the queen in this situation? Would I be the person that’s in the top of the pedestal? I say this out of curiosity. I question your placement of roles because it doesn't make sense to me. Perhaps, you wanted to use that: “…and you will bow to me!” line in order to get your point across and no worries about that, but it doesn’t make sense when you really think about it. I don't consider myself to be a queen or any figure. I could never be Aria Jaxon because she's someone who I would think of when someone says: “queen.” With you, Banshee, you consider yourself a demon that rose from hell. You are in bottom of the metaphorical food chain. You are someone who isn’t seen as someone who could carry the Odyssey brand on her back, but someone who can turn the brand upside down. It’s amusing that you think that I am nowhere your level. Most people would say that it's the other way around and that you're no where my level. If we’re talking accomplishment wise, I am someone who is heads and shoulders above you. It's nice to know that you think of me as “overrated" and someone who is undeserving of the position that she is in, but what are you going to do about it? Are you going to continue to rant about how the world is so “unfair” to you or are you going to try your luck and throw me over the top rope? Now, I would be pleasantly surprised to see you make it far in this match. I do sense that you're ruthless. I do sense that you're someone who is always looking for the opportunity to face some of the best on Odyssey, but you aren't going to be good enough to last in this match. If anything, I hope that you don't get angry at the fact that Dulce Torres is going to main event another Final Destination, Banshee. I hope that it doesn't make your blood boil at knowing that another pillar earned herself another opportunity at the expense of you.

I think that people wouldn't oppose Dulce Torres vs. Alyssa Grace. It's a match that I'm clamoring for. It's a match that's clamoring. for. People are more than anticipating the moment when the two of us are standing. All the other women are down as the commentary team is just hyping this potential dream match. The crowd on the edge of their seats, anticipating how this match is going to go down between the two of us. Honestly, it's enough to peak my interest and I hope it's the same thing for you, Alyssa. You're someone that I am more than looking forward to face on-on-one at some point. I know how much hype you have. I know how you have the crowd eating at the palm of your hand. I know that you’re a huge favorite in this match and I can see it. There’s plenty of people who will love nothing more than to see you win Clash. There's a part of me that wants to see you get the job done, main event Final Destination and become OWA Women's World Champion. I want to see you being your rise to the top of Odyssey and OWA as a whole. You went from a historic Goddesses Championship reign to the possibility of winning Clash of the Titans. That's a wonderful way to use your momentum to your advantage. It's what I did when I lost the Goddesses Championship and used that motivation to dethrone and end Natalie Cage's reign on top. As much as people may look at you as the odds on favorite to win the match, all I am asking is do not ignore that everything that I've done. Do not ignore everything that I am capable of. I am the competitor that you need to be on a look out for. I am the one woman who has the capability of bursting your bubble and throwing you over the top rope. Deep down, I think that you know that too. There’s going to be people who say that you need to keep an eye out for them and you can do that, but keep an eye on me. Recognize the talent that I am and if it reaches that point, recognize as the winner of the 2021 Women’s Clash of the Titans.

As for Diantha, I’m glad that she considers me a friend because the feeling is mutual. She's someone that I've grown to respect. Throughout our hellacious battles to standing alongside her going into war, she's been someone that I've always wanted by my side as we go through these intense times in the Odyssey brand. I like to be quite honest and up front with the people that I face. Despite the alliances that I’ve made this past year, I am still focused on trying to add more to my resume. I’m still focused on the objective to win Clash of the Titans. Since I added myself into Clash to the actual match itself, I am still focused on my own goals. I am focused on what I am going to need to do to get the job done. I would like nothing more than for us to be the final two in the match. We’ve both worked hard. We’ve put our bodies on the line for the sake of calling ourselves a pillar. The task is going to be difficult and it’s going to be something that I am really going to need to earn. I get that Diantha has that mindset that she’s 0-2 at Final Destination. She would really like to step foot into another main event in order to conquer that demon, but it’s not going to be this year where that happens for her. Would I like for her to prove me wrong? Of course, I would want to see her get the job done and win in the grandest stage, but this isn't her Clash to win. It's my Clash to win. It's my opportunity to be the third woman to win Clash of the Titans. It's my opportunity to prove that I didn't peak last year. I want to believe that there's a lot more to me than meets the eye. I still got a lot more to offer to Odyssey and OWA as a whole. Main eventing Final Destination is something that would be so amazing. The same thing for Diantha and I am going to take her seriously. I take her more seriously than some of the people that I’ve talked too. I also respect her unlike some of the people in this match. There’s been a few people that I've crossed paths with that have rubbed me the wrong way, but Diantha has never been someone like that. I know about her desires to win. I know about how she wants to win back-to-back Clashes, but

It seems like I’m through with talking for the time being. It’s such a shame that I’ve begun to hear from people when the time is almost upon them. Maybe, their actions speak louder than their words. It’s all fine for me because it doesn’t make much of a difference for me. I will find a way to eliminate them from the match and be one step closer to being the last woman standing. I get how it looks - people will claim that this is Alyssa’s moment. People will claim that the Banshee will surprise everyone and pull off an upset. People will think that either Diantha or Natalie will make history and become a two time Clash winner or that Stephanie is going to do the unthinkable and win this match. It’s understandable that people don’t look at me and see someone who will walk into the Final Destination main event for the second year in a row. People don’t look at me as someone who could win Odyssey’s main event for a second year in a row, but I’m used to being overlooked. I’m used to people not giving me a second thought. I’m used to people looking at me and believing that I’m not capable of getting the job done, but I will prove them wrong. I’m more than hungry to make an impression at this Clash. I want to prove that I am more than capable of getting the job done. I can dethrone Llorona or April Song. I can get the job done. Since losing the Women’s World Champion, I've taken a back seat. I have tried my best to remain in the spotlight and lend a helping hand to those that I respect, but with a match as important as this. I can’t be thinking of others before myself. I need to think of myself. I need to think about accomplishing the next step to being a Hall of Famer and winning Clash is a step in the right direction. Good luck to all the participating women and don't take things personally, but Dulce Torres has arrived and she's going all the way.

Michael Bishop, Diantha Rosso, Jeff X and Alyssa Grace have spoken. It’s such good shit!

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