OWA Promos

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Re: OWA Promos January 16th 2021, 12:25 pm by **Eon Blue**

Olympus Promo 1

Say Something Different

The Camera opens in a well lit office. One we have not seen in almost a year. That is the home office of Eon Blue. The Camera pans across a large glass desk and comes to rest with the OWA Openweight Championship sitting on the table and on the wall a large Awakening Logo. Eon Blue steps into the scene before sitting down just behind his championship. His eyes lock on the camera as he begins to speak.

For months now, I have sat here before you. I have sat here and have brought to each of my opponents an opportunity. One that would allow them to grow and to better themselves. But Each and every week, it was always the same. I, Eon Blue, the Honored Disciple of the Awakening carried the offer to those who were deemed worthy. You see, the offer to join the Awakening is not just random. We cultivate our choices and bring them to those we deem would benefit the most from the opportunity. We however, do not accept walk-ins. Appointment Only as you would. Could you imagine what it would be like if we let just anybody walk among us? There is a level of skill one must possess. Be that skill hidden away, or held back. The Father must see that you can become more than what you currently are. If you cannot rise above your current position, then what good are you to The Awakening?

Noah, Mark, Father Fiora and Myself, prove that the teachings and the word of Nathan Fiora can lift you to greater heights. Noah Quinn, the OWA TV Champion is one win away from being the most dominant TV Champion in OWA History. Mark Michaels, Went toe to toe with the heralded Nobi in an epic Ironman Match and walked away the victor, defending his Hybrid Championship. Nathan Fiora took down the imposing Derelict and claimed the Omega Heavyweight Championship that he had rightfully held for months., and unlike the last Openweight Champion, I am here, and ready to defend this title. Together, with the guidance of Fiora, we all have unlocked only the first steps in our true potentials. Fiora chose each of us because of what he saw we were capable of achieving.

Eon leans back in his chair but his eyes never leave the camera.

So, I have set the stage for you, we seek out, we come to those who we believe we can save and help. The precedent is and has been there. Yet this last Olympus what happened? Two eager ne'er-do-wells took it upon themselves to walk out during our Celebration. Mayson Knox and Hassan Nasralla. These two were set to have a match with one another. OWAs way of introducing them to the mass audience and to give one of them a little kickstart to their careers with a victory. Which should have been fine in and of itself but no. These two fools came out and interrupted The Awakening. I must admit, I was surprised to see Nathan show restraint here. Me and my brothers were ready to assail these two morons the second they appeared. But as they made their way out one after the other, Nathan let us in on his idea and I must say it was brilliant.

Now let's take a moment here. My opponent this week, Hassan Nasralla, has already come out of his hole and ran his mouth about things he just doesn't know. Like every damn person before him, this man uses my allegiance to The Awakening, My dedication, as fuel for their fire. Good Ol Eon Blue, must be getting dicked to be that whipped. Poor bastard Eon, can’t think for himself and got all brainwashed. Do all of my opponents just sit the fuck around and trade one shot cards with each other? I have been hearing this same old shit for months now. Take a long hard look at the gold laid out in front of me. Take a look at the trail of wins I, hell, all of us have amassed since coming together. Open your fucking eyes and stop with this incesant need to try and be funny and quaint with your stupid homophobic drull because you can’t possibly hope to achieve what we already have.

Eon leans forward in his chair again, his elbows resting on the table behind the belt as he points to the camera.

And if there was Kool Aid to drink? A Magic potion that would unlock all of this success, Hell, I would drink it. If it meant being where I am now, you're Damn right I would. But let's go back to Olympus for just a moment. Because while there has been no brainwashing, no sips of juice. These two men, Hassan and Mayson, walked down to this ring, and when given the option, both took up arms to fight each other just to join Us. Hassan actually drilled Mayson in the head with a steel chair because he wanted it that badly. Lets recap. Hassan, drove a foreign object into the head of his, would be, Tag Team Partner because he had a chance..aha, a possibility of becoming a member of the Awakening, or so he thought. Yet me, and my brothers, are the ones who are brainwashed? You sirs, drank the punch without it being offered. You were ready to kill to step into our good graces.

Ah but then, then you found out the cost of your idea. You labeled it an ambush I believe in your recent empty arena rant did you not Hassan? It was no Ambush, just a receipt for your idiotic thought that you had what it took to be part of the Awakening. You walked out hoping your pathetic dribble would be enticing for us and instead you became a statement.

Eon stands up and as the camera follows him, the Openweight Championship leaves the frame, but now Eon stands before the full Awakening logo that hangs on his office wall.

Now, now your transgressions are coming full circle. On this coming Olympus, The two of you are being paired together. Just a week or more after being willing to ruin each other, you will team up to take us on? How Gallant of you. I am sure you both will be able to set aside your differences to become a focused unit against The Awakening. Surely. Now I must say I am a bit lost as to what to do, normally you see, this is where I would offer you a chance to join the Awakening. Give you a chance to become better than you currently are. To help you overcome those who would hinder you from your greatness. But as we all saw, you have no greatness to achieve. You reached it,

So now I am left without the chance to offer a true person in need a real gift. But, thats ok, Because A gift is still to be had. You see in the place of being in the Awakening, you must not go up and fight the Awakening. Myself and Mark, we are more than ready to show you just why we are THE faction in OWA. Notice how I said OWA and not just Olympus. That is because there has never been a Faction as Dominant as us. No One else has been able to lay claim to every single championship available to them. No one has been on the win streak we have. You two chumps showed up and decided your best course of action was to cross US. Honestly, after the little ass kicking we gave you on Olympus, that could have been it. But you want to take up arms against us? Even threaten to take down Father Fiora by taking each of us out one by one? Boys, you are going to be lucky to be walking after this next week let alone having aspirations to take us on again.

Eon Walks around his desk and picks up the OWA Openweight Championship and shoulders the title. He motions the camera to close in on his face.

There has still been no word from Mayson, for all we know he may not even deem to show up at OIympus, but honestly, who would blame him for that. He saw, he experienced, what his life was going to amount to on Olympus. You however Hassan, it’s clear you took what happened to you personally. It was clear from your own words, the slander you tried to put on all of our names. I listened to everything you had to say. I listened to what sounded like a child, a teen perhaps, so bent out of shape and unknowing of how to handle the situation before him, turned to the one thing he is good at. Name calling and sex jokes. That's all you are Hassan, mentally stunted at the age of highschool. So caught unaware of your own place that you revert into your shell of insults to try and climb your way out to look somewhat better. You peaked Hassan, you peaked when you swung that chair and speared Mayson Knox.

The Camera is now focused only on Eons face. His eyes are clear and focused. There is a cold decisive look to his features.

Because you both were already deemed unworthy to join the Awakening, you will now face true judgement for your actions. Like the hand of God itself, Me and Mark Michaels are wielded as instruments of your destruction. We will show no mercy in our task, no remorse in the actions we take. Hassan, Mayson, the two of you walk into this next Olympus I am sure thinking you have nothing to lose. But I promise you, you will not find any glory by bringing yourselves before us. There will be no celebrations, no victory in which you stand tall over current champions. All your grandeur, all your posturing is for naught. All that awaits you is your own ruin, your own Apocalypse. Be prepared to be broken, beaten and left to the wolves. There is no good outcome for you come Olympus, just hope. Simple, but perhaps needed hope that when all is said and done, when you step across from us and lose. When we drive home the point that you never could and never will amount to anything, there will be hope..hope that you will be able to walk away, and tell the tale of how you once came against greatness, how you once had a chance to be more than you are, and fucking blew it.

The camera fades to black as it pulls away once again showing the Openweight Championship and the Awakening Logo.

VaeVictisBD, Michael Bishop and Mark Michaels have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Olympus promo #1 January 15th 2021, 12:34 pm by **Mark Michaels**

“ You know something, sometimes people just never learn. It’s been a long while since I’ve been to Sunday school, but I recall a story about how the Israelites spent 40 years going in circles when the trip should have only lasted a week. But Because they were sooooo hard headed the good lord had to lead them around the same mountain till an entire generation died off. How appropriate that tale is. I mean it fits to a tee what I am dealing with this week. First I had everyone saying Nobi was gonna end my reign as Hybrid champion. Well Remember how last week I said I would be here telling you all that I promised to beat Nobi’s overrated ass back to Indonesia en route to successfully defending my OWA Hybrid Championship? Well I told you so.

And boy does it feel good to tell you I did. See I bested another of the boss man’s pets for thirty straight minutes, and without any kind of controversy, or any kind of chicanery. I simply went out there and kicked Nobi’s ass back down to lower midcard hell. What’s more, in doing so I proved that I am and always have been as good as I said I was. No it is not hyperbole when I say that I am the greatest grappler between the ropes. So now that I’ve gotten the monkey that’s been pissing me off for the last three years off my back, the question is now where does Mark Michaels go next? What’s the next mountain for this showster to climb? Well obviously the answer is onward and upward, seeing as how I am not only the reigning Hybrid Champion, but that after Father Nathan is done kicking Darkane’s melancholy ass, the awakening will have a clear and easy path to winning the Clash Of The Titans. And I know a lot of you are going around right now mumbling that I’m trying to take the OMEGA Heavyweight title off the man who believed in me, and still believes in me, when everyone was clicking their pens to write me off. I’m gonna nip that in the bud right now and say that’s not my goal. My goal, the Awakening’s goal, is not only to win the clash of Titans, but use it as a stepping stone to add another world title to our ranks, and expand our reach and influence to more than just the Olympus brand. Speaking of expanding our influence and growing ever more powerful here in OWA, last week a couple of nobodies tried to pass themselves off as diamonds in the rough. A pair of doofuses thought they could just walk in off the street and join the most dominant stable that OWA has ever seen. There first day in the company and they think they can hang with the big boys? They got ambition I’ll give ‘em that. But they should keep in mind that they can have their ambitions in one hand and shit in the other, well we all know which one would fill up first. Not to take these guys too lightly but, do they fucking realize who they’re going up against? On one hand you have Eon Blue, one of the hardest working men in the Industry. Tough as nails, and not an ounce of quit in him. The man who is bringing credibility back to the Openweight championship just by keeping it around his waist. A man who much like myself paid his due, and busted his ass to get the chance to be where he is. And despite all the setbacks he’s faced, when the time came he smashed a home run and made himself a top tier player. No one handed it too him. He didn’t have to beg anyone to give him the chance. He just went out there and showed everyone the talent that Father Nathan saw in him all along. And right behind him you got me. The finest technical wrestler this generation has ever seen. The man who puts the textbooks to shame, and raises the bar of what a wrestler is every time he steps through those ropes. The man who is fed up with being used to give rookies a good match because management thinks they can make a buck off them. It’s my time now, and as long as I so chose, I am gonna take no prisoners. Everyone who gets dropped in front of me is getting chewed up and spit out. That’s what the new guys bitched and moaned to get into the ring with, and considering the difference in both skill and experience, right here and now they should be thankful that myself and Eon take the time to learn their names, instead of just referring to them as nameless jobber 1 and 2.

Nameless... I mean Hassan, I know you must be a big deal in whatever flea market, bingo hall promotions you’ve been in. I know you must have a passion for wrestling. That much is certain because while you like to call yourself a man of faith, even though wrestling is prohibited by his religious beliefs. But your commitment, your devotion to anything you chose to pursue is a huge question mark. I’ll shoot straight with you, if you want a single reason as to why myself and my brothers decided to put the boots to you, it’s That despite you trying to act all high and mighty as a devoted Muslim, you were ready to chuck the Quran right out the window in exchange to become the newest member of the Awakening and get on the fast track to championship gold. You saw us and thought you could simply con your way to a title. Bro You don’t have the heart, you don’t have the guts, and you don’t have the balls to get a championship the right way. The awakening way. What we did to you last Friday, that should be looked on as an act of mercy. We did what we did, so that you wouldn’t have to make those hard choices, so that you wouldn’t have to live with everything that you have to do to become a champion at this level. If you think the best down me and the guys have you was bad, just wait till you’ve had to go through the sick and twisted matches the people running this place cook up. You don’t want to know the horrors of a Great War, or steel asylum, or whatever the sick fucks will dream up next. But you Hassan, instead of taking your lumps and saying thank you, you want to make this into an actual beef. Much that Is the same thing that is happening here with you and that other jackass because both if you have your little pink panties in a twist because we showed you proper place on the food chain. And yet despite it all you still think you stand anything more than a snowflake’s chance in hell of beating me if I was to give you a shot at my title. A shot you haven’t earned, a shot you don’t deserve, and a shot that would be a waste of time because if you even think about trying to call me out again after this week, we’ll let’s just say that you may be the big dog, but I’m the vet that’s here to neuter you. Seriously Hassan, you don’t want to fuck with the best shot you got in your arsenal, who then proceeds to beat your ass across the Great Lakes and back! You think I’m some kind of choirboy? Believe you me, I’ve sank to the lowest depths, stooped to the lowest levels, and drawn enough blood in that ring that heaven will have no part of me. Yeah Hassan I may go to hell, but if you cross me I will make sure to send your your ass there first!

And to the other dumb son of a bitch, Manson Knox, boy I don’t know what bad decisions you made in your life, but deciding to take this match has to be the worst of them all. It’s the worst because in a matter of a week you will have left zero doubt to the fact you’re too slow physically and too slow mentally to keep up with anyone who matters, not just in Olympus, but in OWA as a whole. I can say that because in all of OWA the only four guys who matter in this company are the Awakening. You had a chair in your hands and a guy standing right in front of you, and what did you do? You got your ass handed to you. Don’t get me wrong, to the untrained eye you would be something impressive. But to guys like myself who have spent years in this sport and have seen all, you’re just another flash in the pan big oafish brute body builder who got a little too big for his britches. Oh but you’re a powerhouse you say. You can turn a match around with one big move. Let me tell you something, it doesn’t matter how much you bench because I’m gonna lock you in the liberation has begun and tear your goddamn arm out of the socket. Get the fuck out of here with all that big man bullshit, because The moment you take the needle out of your ass, you’re nothing special. That’s because for all intents and purposes, you lack a killer instinct. You lack that certain something that will make you go out and put your opponents down quicker than a hiccup. Above all that is what we In The Awakening have in spades. We don’t just sit back and toy with our opponents, we don’t stand around posing for the crowd, we go out and get shit done in the ring regardless of whoever it is that standing across from us. We fight through pain and exhaustion, you meanwhile drop like a sack of brick the minute that glass chin of yours so much as gets dinked. So Mayson, when you bring your ass down to Olympus this week, know damn well that you’re in for a long night because I have made a career out of beating down overhyped, underdeveloped dickheads like you.

Hassan, Mayson, welcome to the big time boys, after Olympus you’ll be begging to go back to the indies.”

Michael Bishop and Eon Blue have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos January 14th 2021, 8:06 pm by **Devi Krysis**

Bloodwolf vs. The Fem-Phenom

(Odyssey LVIII #1)

(After last week's defeat against AK-47 Revy and April Song, Devi talk to Stark about what happened in the Tag Team match and she started to get irritated because Revy and April Song got 1up on them. But little that they know that Stark tell Devi that you ladies beat AK-47 once, and AK-47 beat Devi and Azurine once so it's 1 to 1 between you guys so there's no telling that you ladies go at it again. But after that Stark told Devi to focus, focused on preparing for the Women's Clash of The Titans because you got a week to prepare for, because at Odyssey LVIII you got a biggest task up to date against Nakita Dubov! And Devi knows that she's facing a 6"4" Woman.)

Ok..ok..Things didn't go has planned last week, I mean why, WHY!!! In the middle of Kenny Drake's Memorial, Niki Khan just got fired in my very own eyes and got relinquished her Women's World Championship. I mean...what the fuck Revy! *headbang to her room desk* thanks to you, I won't get my dream match that I wanted, I mean the entire Odyssey roster including myself and Azurine are shocked of all this. I feel bad for Wolvesden and Niki's family! And I feel really bad for Viola DeMarco, My boss had to put up with the Demo Corps.

(Devi's taking a deep breaths, and start drinking water to calm down her anger.)

I didn't came back and start off OWA for this. Even so just had my Starks Training regimen early today, now that I know that this is a final Odyssey before Clash, because at Odyssey LVIII i'm going up against a 6"4" Fem-Phenom Nakita Dubov!

Well. Looks like a big task to take in because we saw she can do last week in the Triple Threat match. And I afraid of no woman, I've been in bloodsports fights that is bigger, tougher, and more brutal that you can ever imagined. But you Nakita you're different from the rest, because you have martial arts abilities and you might peak my interest, so before I get in the Women's Clash of The Titans match, you best give me a fight of your life, and give people to raise the bets on. Because i'm going to bring everything to take you out. See you soon Nakita!

Oh! One other thing Azzy, I know that I was irritated because of the lost in the Tag Team match and just wanted to say i'm sorry, hopefully we can survived at the Clash of The Titans match and this match goes out to you hun and to Niki Khan! <3

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

Re: OWA Promos January 14th 2021, 6:30 am by Guest

MATT MILES VS THEODOR PAVEL:
CHILD’S PLAY

We fade in on admittedly a rather uncomfortable scene to say the least. In a white room, Matt Miles lies naked on a massage table save for a single, folded white towel. His head is held up by his crossed arms, showing off that, for some reason, a pair of aviator glasses are still sitting on his face despite being indoors. As the camera comes more into focus, a woman in a white uniform can be seen behind him lathering her hands in oil from a bottle on a small, wooden table. Her hands immediately find his upper back and he sighs in response before letting out a light chuckle, turning his attention to the camera.

“I could say I hate to say I told you so... but I really, really don’t. That poorly-thought team was destined to fail from the very beginning. I almost can’t help but think that that was my good RAGNAROK friend Aren doing your boy a solid by putting Phantom Troupe against three people who absolutely fucking hate each other. I’m not usually a fan of handouts but for him? For him I can make an exception, especially after seeing the expression — or lack thereof— on Keelan Callihan’s face after Nate Cage dropped Finnegan Wakefield and left him to the wolves to be eaten alive. The post-match stomping we gave to Finn was a nice bonus, too. That’s the biggest benefit of being the only cohesive unit of main event-caliber talent. No one will stop you doing shit like that. Even if they tried, look at who they’d have to go up against: Me, Darkane, Jacob Senn, Teddy Mac, John Doe. Unlike that glorified cult Fiora calls The Awakening, our individual names are value enough. We don’t need third-rate championships to make people pretend to give a damn about us. That’s not even considering the fact that Fiora himself would have never amounted to anything — let alone the Omega Heavyweight Championship — without them following his every order and doing his dirty work for him… but I digress. There are more pressing matters at hand.”

Miles nods his head as what seems to be a tight knot in his shoulder gets worked over. He smiles.

“January 21st. Atlantis. For the very first time, the undefeated, unconquerable Matt Miles the very defeated, very conquerable Theodor Pavel.”

In conflicting emotion from previous, Miles then shakes his head and scoffs.

“I don’t have a lot of time here so let’s skip the pleasantries. You wanna know why you lost against Havoc, Theo? It wasn’t the buckling of your knee in those crucial, final moments when you attempted The View of the Lights. It wasn’t even because of Jada Blair pulling the referee out of the ring earlier in the match when it looked like you had it won. After all, you had Banch Morgan out there to help whenever you were in need. Evidently, his managerial services to you simply aren’t as effective as the one Jada Blair offers to Havoc… but no, that’s not why you lost either. The reason you lost was because someone got in your way. When you had Havoc in the palm of your hand, they made you relent. They made you hold back. That person? Well, it sounds cliché but only because it’s true. The person at fault is you. You’re the one who lost. You’re the one who fucked up. You’re the one who got complacent when the match looked to be going your way. Not once did you ever consider the fact that Jada Blair was just waiting in Havoc’s corner, biding her time for the right moment to screw you. When Banch Morgan pulled that barbed wire bat from you, you didn’t stop to think that maybe he was wrong... and guess what? He was wrong. Contrary to what you may have believed after your non-title win against him, Havoc does not go down so easily. I’ll be the first to tell you that I’m not usually a believer in the supernatural but after everything I’ve seen go down on Kingdom it’s pretty clear that Havoc is — to put it bluntly — capable of some pretty fucked up stuff. Keeping Havoc down for good when his precious OWA World Championship is on the line is a lot different from a non-title exhibition. You shouldn’t have underestimated him or Jada… but what were we to expect? You’re just some dumb, naive kid with an idiot manager.”

The young woman works her way down to Miles’ lower back, her attention focused on her job as opposed to the words coming out of his mouth — especially since they’re evidently not directed towards her. Miles laughs to himself.

“Go ahead, tell me how wrong I am. Give me some big spiel in Romanian about how “um, I’m like, actually really smart”. I won’t buy what you’re selling. Why? Because I was dumb and naive once. I was in a very similar position to where you are now. Myself and Aren Mstislav, we were taken under the tutelage of a man who we believed to be a lion. When we didn’t know any better, he molded us into his image, told us stories of how we were destined for greatness… then fed us to the vultures. We weren’t ready. Not yet… and neither are you. Far from it. You’ve been punching above your weight and, sure, you can hang your hat on the fact that the history books will recognise you earning a victory over the so-called “Nightmare King” but the only direction to go from the top of the mountain is down and believe me when I say it’s not a pleasant journey… but I’ve got a feeling it’s a journey that you will very quickly become used to. So what does that tell me about January 21st? It tells me that I’m walking into a match against somebody I can barely even call a man. I’m facing someone who doesn’t have what it takes to become World Champion and won’t be getting anywhere close to it again any time soon… but, perhaps most importantly, I’m competing in a match that I cannot afford to lose. I mean, what kind of man would that make me? I’m fine with being called despicable, slimy, conceited... because, in truth, I can be all of those things and more. The one thing I’m not and have never been, though, is a liar. When I say I’m going to do something, I do it. No matter how gruesome or how improbable it may be. I’m a man of my word. Graham Baker, Noah Reigner, Nobi, Brian Daniels, Baba Yaga… those are but a few of the names that have seen for themselves just how honest I can be. When I stepped foot into OWA it was like Midas himself had walked through the doors because, as the name suggests, everything — and I do mean everything — that I have touched has turned to one-hundred percent pure, solid gold. Baba Yaga’s little “resistance”? Nothing more than a few dying embers of an extinguished fire. My aforementioned brother-in-arms, Aren Mstislav? I’m not going to trash talk one of my longest and closest friends so I’ll just tell you to look at the damn result. I have been the key to Phantom Troupe’s renewed success, unlocking potential that had long been forgotten by its doubters, and now we’re running through everyone that OWA has to offer us like a blade to flesh. So when I look at January 21st and I see “Matt Miles vs Theodor Pavel” I immediately recognise the damage that could be done not just to my own momentum but Phantom Troupe’s as a whole as well… and not just momentum, either. We’re also talking about credibility. Like I said, you’re a kid. Imagine if I lost to a kid…”

The Vanguard’s mind wanders… and then he shakes his head again, this time with a cold look of resentment.

“Not. Fucking. Happening. Not today. Not January 21st. Not ever. The only one of us getting a View of the Lights after we come face-to-face on Atlantis will be you, Theo.”

“Încă o dată, veți eșua.”

“That’s a promise.”

The camera blurs and the voices become muffled as Matt Miles turns his focus to the masseuse standing over him. The last thing heard is some light giggling, presumably not from Miles.

Fade to black.

Re: OWA Promos January 12th 2021, 12:34 pm by Hassan Nasrallah

An ominous bells rings as the strings play through the PA system, short and snappy violin chords build up, kick drums build up suspense momentarily before the sound of gunshots conclude the theme intro. Out comes Hassan Nasrallah to new entrance music, staring down the ring that is before him after a controversial debut where he was duped and beaten by the Awakening, courtesy of Nathan Fiora. Al Ghani walks down the alley of no fans, no spectators as this 'video' was unplanned and nobody had anticipated that a man who was beaten down by a pack of rabid dogs would be so forthcoming in his return.

"I'm riding through your block

I got the call, I got the drop

I got the address to your spot

Swear to god you getting shot"

Nasrallah comes out with a microphone, dressed to the nines in a sharp black and white suit as he homes in on the squared circle and it was announced earlier today that Hassan Nasrallah will be teaming up with a man who is probably dead after Olympus, Mayson Knox. The debutant duo will take on two men present for last Olympus' aforementioned ambush, The Awakening's OWA Openweight Champion Eon Blue and the OWA Hybrid Champion Mark Michaels. Nasrallah enters the ring and begins to speak.

Father forgive me, for I have sinned.

Hassan is far from happy, clasping on the microphone as he pauses momentarily.

You see, on Friday night, I had the dishonourable intentions of introducing myself to collective of cultist dogs, The Awakening- and I admit it, there was a little bit of me that was curious about what would happen if I associated myself with OWA's flavour of the month... Well curiosity didn't kill this cat. "Father"... Nathan Fiora is an amazing individual, I admit it. What kind of man can simultaneously make the wrong AND right decision? The Awakening will come to learn that Hassan Nasrallah is not the kind of guy you want to be making an enemy of. Yet, it's probably for the best that I have nothing to do with The Awakening. You see this cat here's a wild one not a domesticated bitch like the two lackeys I'm coming up against on Olympus.

Eon Blue, the "Honored Disciple?" You may as well should have just said you're willing to suck dick for a W. Goebbels, The Ebony Maw, Randall Weims from Recess, Eon Blue. What do they all have in common? Besides the fact that they're all teachers pets that saw the bigger picture yet when it came to crunch time, they couldn't draw a dime. Needless to say, I've kept my eye on you and I agree that you're one of a hell competitor and "Father Fiora" probably recruited well with you... you do seem like you've got daddy issues... NO OFFENCE, NO OFFENCE. Then we have Mark Michaels. How did a man who used to be a Revolutionary... THE SHOWSTER.. become such a tame caricature of himself over time? Yeah, you're the Hybrid Champion but if they put you and your belt in front of me right now, I'd take that championship title from you and give it the home that it deserves. How can YOU, Mark Michaels, look after a championship when you can't even look after yourself? A guy who has always just followed the wave wherever it went. You were a social media troll who had a bodyguard that makes tonsillitis look as dangerous as Ebola, always spamming the internet with your woe is me shtick that paints you Mark Michaels as the aggrieved party. You're not 15 anymore, you've been groomed as one of Fiora's choirboys, and I bet the novelty of a championship and attention makes you feel good about yourself, right? But riddle me this, how are going to feel when it all begins cascading? The choir's momentum takes a hit, you're all doing your own thing, you lose your coveted Hybrid Championship? In my culture, it is customary to bring offerings to the table when we are celebrating a milestone of some sorts. Perhaps it's down to me that shower benevolence on OWA by taking out Mark Michaels and hitting the reset button on that Hybrid Championship, which frankly looks like a joke at this point.

Yeah, you guys are good but neither of you come close to Hassan Nasrallah. When the ring announcer hails my place of residence, they say "various locations" because anywhere I go, I make myself home and run the place as I see fit and maybe I need to tap into that sense of entitlement and claw victory from you. Maybe I should bludgeon the inaugural Hybrid Champion and give the belt another opportunity to launch its history because quite frankly, it's not off to a great start. We got a willing submissive whose name sounds like a zero-hit wonder Indie Band and then we've got a documented journeyman who needed to wait for another championship to be created because he's just not good enough. Don't get me started on the Television Champion, the self-proclaimed Apex of Television... Noah Quinn... what good is being a television champion when your cult's drivel is tuning out the viewers.

I'm not thrilled to be teaming with Mayson Knox, a man that I could have destroyed there and then last week. A man I don't think has said a single word in 2021- great, I'm teaming up with a corpse. That's cool with me. If I have to carry dead weight into the FIGHT next week then so be it, I'm already carrying the burden of disappointment- Disappointed that I allowed myself to get punked out by a group that looks good when you see the gold shining from afar but once you look beneath the surface, it's just the latest so-called boyband with a clear front man. My fate is at a disadvantage because of what happened on Friday but so what? I've always been at a disadvantage. You think I'm just this good? No, I had to train harder than anyone else to get here. I had smarten up to outlast everybody around me, and now? Now adversity faces me in the eye in the figure of the OWA Heavyweight Champion and his band of merry men. Father Fiora, you'll get yours soon- first, I'm going to take my time and systematically rip this gathering person-by-person. I will pick apart each of those cronies- pathetic excuses for champions- from the shadow of their Daddy that they reside over, and one day I will exact a life lesson of my own.

Don't start what you cannot finish because you've lit the first match and it is my mission, nay my purpose to burn down the house that you've built around you and if I have to take out every member of the roster then that's what I'm going to do.

Nasrallah drops the mic as he glares into the close-up camera. We see a search party being briefed in the supposedly empty arena's crowd as they go on a mission to find the missing Mayson Knox

J.D. Damon and Alyssa Grace have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos January 8th 2021, 11:54 pm by **J.D. Damon**

We find ourselves within the legendary Drake and Damon Wrestling School in Portland, Oregon. The camera pans around at the dimly lit empty area where two wrestling rings are set up. The crimson red ring ropes match nicely with the black ring canvas and the black ring aprons that have the Wolvesden logo on them. The camera switches the shot to the huge black and red Wolvesden flag hanging above the rings in all of its glory. The scene quickly switches to inside the office of the owner of the school, none other than our hero, the current reigning OWA Spartan Champion, J.D. Damon. Damon sits behind his desk with his head resting on his hands, staring down toward the floor. Damon sits in compelte darkness, much like he has done for the past month since it all went down. The only source of light in the entire room is the street light outside the shines in through the office window. A black band is wrapped around Damon’s bicep that says ‘KENNY DRAKE’ in white bold writing.

It wasn’t supposed to happen this way…

He was supposed to make it out alive…

In one piece…

He was supposed to celebrate with us - celebrate the war the we won.

Damon grabs the black stapler that is sitting on his desk, and with one quick motion hurls it at the back of his office door as an ungoldy roar escapes from deep within him. The door length mirror on the back of his door shatters into hundreds of pieces.

Focus, J.D.

Focus.

Damon attempts to talk some sense into himself. Obviously troubled by what he witnessed at Civil War. His best friend… his brother… sacrificing himself for the better of not only the Kingdom brand, but the entire organization as we know it. The war was won… but is it truly over?

Reginald Dampshaw… look at yourself, man. Take one good, long look at yourself. You are nothing more than a corporate “yes man.” A man who does whatever the “powers that be” tells you to do. Nothing more than a bitch in a suit and tie. You’re the reason for all of this.

YOU’RE THE REASON WHY KENNY IS DEAD!

If you were better at your job then all of this would never have happened.

If you controlled your roster. If you controlled those Ashes of the Wake assholes… then none of this - NONE OF THIS - would have happened.

Do you understand, Reggie?!

Do you even understand what you did? Most likely not. It seem as if it’s something that you just can’t comprehend. I’ve known you for a long time, Reggie. Far too fucking long. And I can guarantee it when I say that you have NEVER lost someone close to you like I did. The only friend that you have ever had in this industry is that idiotic bafoon Demis Polymeros that puts the lotion on the skin for you before bedtime.

All you are worried about is getting your greasy mitts back on the Spartan Championship.

ON MY CHAMPIONSHIP!

You could give two fucks what happened last month to all of us. You are just worried about yourself and regaining something that you lost earlier this year at Final Destination. You held the title with pride? Please tell me just exactly how you carried this belt with pride, Reggie? Please enlighten all of us. Because from what I saw you did absolutely nothing, but run this title - this fucking division - right into the shitter. It wasn’t until you lost the belt to Arata that it was finally brought back to the level it belongs at. And after Arata was done with it… I am determined to bring this title to a whole new level. I want it to surpass the OWA World Championship and the Omega Heavyweight Championship. I want this title to be something that everyone - EVERYONE - wants to have. And with you being the champion… all of the hard work that Arata and myself have done with the belt… well, you might as well just throw it in the trash, which is exactly where you belong, my old friend.

This Sunday night when you and I meet once again face to face… it’s not going to be Havoc, or Maverick, or Jacob Knight, or any one else that I imagine being in the ring with. It’s going to be the piece of shit General Manager of Kingdom that I set across the ring from me. The man who is responsible for all of this bullshit that I have been dealing with all year. The man who is responsible for the bullshit that you put the entire Frontline through. I am going to see the man that I should have never given a chance to all of those years ago. I am going to see the man who is one-hundred percent responsible for the death of Kenny Drake. How does that make you feel, Reggie? HOW DOES THAT MAKE YOU FEEL?!

Knowing damn well that you have Kenny’s blood all over your hands. Does that give you the warm and fuzzies, Reggie?! Does it give you some sort of sick satisfaction when you your greasy head down at night? I mean, you put off to everyone that it bothers you… but does it really? I know who you truly are. I know the real Reginald Dampshaw. And I know for certain that all of the ticks that you’ve been having… all of the bullshit twitching of your eyes… I know that’s all a bunch of bullshit, Reggie. It’s nothing more than a front that you’re putting on for everyone. You can fool the OWA faithful… you can fool the boys and girls in the back… but I will be damned if you ever fool me, Reggie. Your fake ass twitches and shit is going to be the least of your worries once I am finished with you, Dampshaw. Enjoy drinking your own Kool-Aid from a straw while your jaw is wired fucking shut.

I don’t expect you to simply lay down for me, Reggie. Considering that’s what you enjoy doing for your overgrown Greek “fuck boy” that you hang around with. Hell, I don’t even expect you to go easy on me, Reggie. I want the Reginald Dampshaw from the good old days. I want the Reginald Dampshaw that fought tooth and nail to attempt to retain the CWF International Championship from the legendary Shujinko Hamasaki all of those years ago, but tell me… what happened when you tried with Shuji? You failed. You failed miserably, didn’t you? You thought you had it in you, Reggie. For some reason, you thought you had it in you to put the precious International title on the line against him, but in the end? You failed. He beat the living hell out of you until you could no longer stand on your own, and he ripped that belt from your lifeless grip. I am going to do exactly what Shuji did to you, Reggie. I am going to beat you within an inch of your pathetic life. I am going to beat you until you can no longer stand on your own. But unlike Shuji, I am not going to just end it there. OH FUCK NO! I am going to continue the assault on you until you are no longer able to breathe on your own. Is that something that you can comprehend, Reggie? Is that something that your brain understands?! What you did… is not okay. It’s something that I will never forgive you for, Reggie. But unfortunately for you, old friend, it’s something that you WILL pay for. Reggie, Sunday night I am going to be your judge, jury, and executioner. I pray that God has mercy on your pathetic soul.

Embarrassing? Humiliating? Well, you are absolutely correct with your choice of words, Reggie. Those are two worlds that basically sum up you’re entire reign with my Spartan Championship. You were definitely an embrassment to this belt. But, rest assure, Reggie, you won’t have to feel embarrassed or humiliated ever again as Spartan Champion, because it’s simply not going to happen. There is no way in hell I am going to allow someone such as yourself - someone who is nothing more than a washed-up, shell of their former self take this belt from me.

Trying to help me?

TRYING TO HELP ME?!

Fuck you.

Fuck you, Reggie.

For some reason I believe that you actually believe that you are attempting to help me grieve and get through this awful time in my life. In your warped, deranged mind you actually believe that you can help me. Let me ask you this… how can you help me… when you can’t even help yourself, Reggie? You couldn’t even help the roster that you are supposed to be controlling. You lost all sense of control, Reggie. Our match Sunday night is going to be your first step to recovery, Reggie. When I break your spine in two… when I triumphantly raised the Spartan title high above my head while you are seizing on the floor… consider that me helping you, old friend.

I have thought about all of this long and hard over the course of the past month, Reggie. I have written down my feelings. I have reached out to friends and family. I have spent a lot of time with Kenny's widow, Niki Khan, and their children, and there is one thing that everyone that I have spoken to can agree with me about. We would have all been happier if it was indeed you that had been in Kenny's place. Was that too much? Did I hurt your feelings, Reggie? No. No, I didn't. Because you have no feelings. You have no feelings of remorse. Like I said earlier, the only person that you care about is yourself, Reggie, and unfortunately that is going to be your ultimate downfall. The cause for your demise.

I will be damned if you ever get anywhere near my Spartan Championship. The closest you are going to get to it, Reggie... is when I hand it over to the referee before our match gets underway. I hope you take a mental picture of it, Reggie. Bask in the glory of the Spartan Championship. Watch as the lights high above the ring glisten off from the center and side plates of the championship. Soak in the smell of the leather straps. And remember... just what a pathetic excuse of a champion you once were. Remember when Arata Asakura pinned your shoulders down to the mat for the one... two... three. Because that's all you have left, Reggie. Memories. Memories of your failed attempt as Spartan Champion. Memories. Memories of your piss poor management of the Kingdom roster. I hope you enjoy those memories, Reggie, because that is all that you have left me with. Memories. Memories of how great Wolvesden was. Memories of all of the chaos and destruction that Kenny and I caused together. Memories of being the most feared duo to ever step foot in a wrestling ring. Once I am through with you? You are going to be just that... a memory. But, unlike the memory of Kenny Drake and Wolvesden... you will become a forgotten memory. A memory that will be quickly erased from everyone's mind.

Kenny Drake may be gone... but his memory will live on forever. And I will continue exactly where we left off. Everything that I do... I am going to do for Kenny and for Wolvesden. I will keep on dominating the Kingdom roster and the entire OWA organization. And I am going to start with the public execution of the Kingdom General Manager.

Consider what happened to Kenny Drake at Civil War a motherfucking tea party compared to what you are going to face this Sunday night at Kingdom. That's not a threat... that's not a guarantee... nor is it a promise...

That's....

...A MOTHERFUCKING SPOILER ALERT!

WOLVES...

AETERNUM...

Alyssa Grace has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos January 8th 2021, 11:29 pm by **Jeff X**

Off The Sidelines

Bad Luck Bar

Detroit, Michigan

January 8, 2021

The scene opens up to the familiar sight of the Frontline war room, located in the back of the Bad Luck Bar. It looks mostly unchanged since the last time we saw it, the long table with the Frontline logo engraved into it still takes up most of the room and the walls are still decorated in medals, photos, and championship belts. The only real difference between now and then, is that there is no gathering of members sitting around the table. There’s only Jeff. He sits alone at the head of the table, dressed in a green and yellow plaid button up shirt, blue jeans, and that trademark camouflage Realtree hat of his. As the camera moves in closer on him, we can see that his facial hair has grown quite a bit longer than he normally allows it to, and his eyes are bloodshot red. He’s staring off at seemingly nothing, appearing lost in thought as he puffs on the cigarette protruding from his lips. It’s odd. He’s the same familiar man, doing the same familiar things...but he somehow looks different. He looks colder, completely void of any emotion. He reaches out and grips the bottle of Jack Daniel’s sitting in front of him tightly, pouring some into the glass. He stares at the glass for a moment as if contemplating something before brushing it aside, opting to drink straight from the bottle instead. After a sizeable drink, he sets the bottle down and begins to speak in that familiar southern accent of his, although he never looks up at the camera.

“I’d love to be able to sit here and tell you all that it’s over. That the war was fought and we emerged victorious and that now things can get back to normal...but that would be a lie. Yes, the Great War was fought. I led my men into a battle that only the men who participated in it will ever be able to know what it was truly like...and yes, we won...but it’s not over. It’s far from over. The battle may have been won...but we lost...we lost so much more.”

Again Jeff grips the bottle and turns it up, letting the amber liquid flow down his throat once more before continuing.

“Kenny…”

Jeff rubs his forehead as he takes a drag from his smoke and ponders his next words carefully.

“It wasn’t supposed to go down like that. Kenny was still supposed to be here, celebrating this victory with the rest of us and ringing in another new year for OWA. But because of the events of Civil War...he’s not. The man that has embodied what this company is all about since day fucking one...he’s no longer here. He laid down his life fighting in MY war because he believed in what we were doing. And I’ll be god damned if I’m going to let him die in vain. It’s not about the title anymore. It’s about vengeance. It’s about retaliation. It’s about bringing justice to the men responsible for Kenny’s demise. It’s about Chris Sabertooth and what I must do to get my hands on him and finish this once and for all...but I’ve learned my lesson from Civil War...and this is something that I have to do alone. As much as I love my Frontline brothers, I will not...I cannot allow anybody else to be hurt fighting my battles. I know each and every one of them would continue this fight to the death alongside me because none of them fear a god damn thing, but I have to walk this road by myself. It’s not about faction warfare anymore. It’s about me...and Chris. And Chris, you can look in my eyes right now and know that I have never been more honest about anything in my life when I say that I will stop at absolutely fucking NOTHING to right the wrongs that you have committed. You were always going to be owed a beating at my hands Chris, but at Civil War? You signed your fucking death certificate. And Abholos is gone now. There’s no more supernatural entities for you to hide behind...only mere mortals...none of whom are equipped with the tools to stop me or even slow me down in the slightest. As a matter of fact, as fate would have it, the ONLY man blocking my path is someone both of us are quite familiar with...Miltiades.”

Jeff’s expressionless face breaks for a moment as he cracks the slightest smile. He leans back in his chair, drinking from the bottle again, and chasing it with another hit from his cigarette.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it Miltiades? Hard to believe that at one point we were considered on equal footing in this company. Two of the hottest rising stars in the business. But that seems like an eternity ago, doesn’t it? Because now here we stand almost two years later and I’ve forged a Hall of Fame worthy career already...and you? You’ve been all but forgotten about. The last time we had any real interaction, you tried to challenge me for the Spartans Championship and I exposed you as the fraudulent competitor that you are. And from there it was all downhill for you, wasn’t it? Nearly defeated by fucking Udy of all people before Finn would finally kick you out of this company altogether. That is...until you returned by attacking a retired Jon McAdams as if that’s some great accomplishment to be proud of. But despite the fact that you’ve done absolutely nothing of note in almost two years, you still find yourself only one win away from challenging for the OWA World Championship. And I know you view this as some great gift. A golden opportunity for you to finally climb to the top of the mountain. But this is no gift, Miltiades...it’s a god damn execution. Because it wouldn’t matter who you were...you could be someone I didn’t know, had no problems with, hell you could even be somebody I liked...and I would still come at you with no remorse and walk right through you to get to Chris without even thinking twice about it. But as fate would have it, you’re NOT somebody that I have zero problems with. While Chris may be the primary target that I have my sights set on, do not think for one solitary second that I’ve forgotten what your role was in all this. And no...it’s not that you were the catalyst that sent all of this into motion like you seem to think. You give yourself way too much credit there. Sure, you put Jon out, but all that did was give RD3 a chance to play booker for a few months. It meant absolutely nothing to the men that were actually battling it out on Kingdom for the last year. Nah...your role in all this was sitting your lazy ass in a press box acting like a child standing over an anthill with a magnifying glass while you played games with people’s lives. With OUR lives. While WE were down there putting everything on the line, at literal fucking war, you were upstairs getting your fucking rocks off by pushing buttons and trying to shape the battle into whatever YOU wanted to see. And you toyed and you meddled because YOU thought it was funny until eventually all of it ended with Kenny Drake never leaving the pile of rubble that that arena would turn into. And now you have the nerve to even sit there and talk about how you think I feel about Kenny fucking Drake. You son of a bitch. You don’t even have the right to speak his name. You even competing in that ring is a fucking disgrace to his memory as well as his legacy. Because you don’t belong there. You proved that at Civil War. As long as I’ve known you, you’ve fancied yourself as some kind of militant general, but when the shit hit the fan...after all the bullshit you’ve spewed over your entire career...when the war actually began...where were you? Nowhere to be fucking found. You make me sick. You didn’t have the fucking balls to step up next to ACTUAL warriors and fight. You fucking disgrace. But your time for sitting on the sidelines is nearing its end Miltiades. You’re in the shit now and you’re in it against the one man that nobody in this God forsaken company wants to see standing across that ring from them right now...me.”

Jeff takes one last hit from his smoke before snuffing it out in a nearby ashtray. He leans forward again, hitting the bottle once more as he does so.

“Because I’m not lying to you Miltiades...getting my hands on Chris means more to me than you will ever be able to comprehend with that feeble little mind of yours. I will do whatever it takes. I will snap every bone in your body and spill every ounce of blood from your veins. I will make you scream so loud that it will echo throughout the Tacoma Dome for all eternity. And I will not think twice about it. I will lose NO sleep whatsoever due to what I am going to do to you on Kingdom. As a matter of fact, I may even take pleasure in it. It’ll make me smile the same way you smiled while you were sitting behind that control panel. With every ligament that’s ripped apart, that smile will grow wider and wider. And that’s good for me. After the month I’ve had, I NEED that. So thank you in advance Miltiades. Thank you for being the therapy that I need to mourn the loss of my friend. Because if there’s one thing that I’ve learned from Kenny, it’s that nothing quite calms the mind like the stain of blood on your knuckles. I can think of no better way to honor the life of Kenny Drake than by stomping your worthless carcass into the ground until there is nothing left but a stained canvas. And don't bother looking to 'The Council' for backup. There’s absolutely nothing that Zaxaria or Nero can do to help you now. I promise you...you will regret ever coming back to this company. Because, contrary to your misguided beliefs, this isn’t your world to conquer Miltiades...it’s MY world...for you to DIE in…”

Jeff quickly pulls out another cigarette and lights it up, breathing a heavy cloud of smoke into the room as he does so. For the first time, he looks directly into the camera and you can truly see that his face looks as if he’s aged 5 years in the last month.

“And as for you Chris...I want you to be watching. I want you to witness the hell that I’m about to unleash upon that K-Mart gladiator and know that it is NOTHING compared to what’s coming your way at Clash of the Titans. I’m tired and I’m done. After I’m through with Miltiades, there’s nobody left to protect you. It’s going to be me...and you...and I’m going to fucking end this once and for all. For me...for the Frontline...for Kingdom...and most importantly…”

Jeff takes one last swig from the bottle of Jack before slamming it back down onto the table.

“...for Kenny Drake.”

[Fade to Black]

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

Re: OWA Promos January 8th 2021, 11:24 pm by **Matsuda**

Kingdom Promo #1

“Nobody’s Smiling”

(In the inner depths of the Queen of Fighters’ mind, Stephanie Matsuda dreams of a simpler time. More specifically, of her days in Japan, working for Joshi Extreme Takeover as “Cloud” Matsuda. This was a pivotal time in her life, as she spent her formative years being trained by the likes of Miss Manami and Nina Sanada. She trained alongside former OWA Women’s champion Azumi Goto and former JET Champion KAGUYA. We get a glimpse at her moments from these early days such as wrestling against other “young girls”, and facing off against Niss Manami herself. As these events are playing out, the music emanating from her AirPods seep into consciousness to create a montage of nostalgia. These scenes include training with Azumi, debuting her Final Heaven springboard forearm signature, and teaming with Aria Jaxon when she did a small tour with JET.)

Planet Earth was my place of birth
Born to be the soul controller of the universe
Besides the part of the map, I hit first
Any environment I can adapt when it gets worst
The rough gets goin', the goin' gets rough
When I start flowin', the mic might bust
The next state'll shake from the power I generate
People in Cali used to think it was earthquakes
'Cause times is hard on the Boulevard
So I Bogart and never get scarred
I'm God, but it seems like I'm locked in Hell
Lookin' over the edge but the R never fell
Or tripped or slipped 'cause my Nike's got grip
Stand on my own two feet, and come equipped
Any stage I'm seen on or mic I fiend on
I stand alone, and need nothin' to lean on
Goin' for self with a long way to go
So much to say, but I still flow slow
I come correct, and I won't look back
'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
Even the (Ghetto)

(Another montage plays, focusing on her early JET matches as if forming a timeline of her first year with the promotion. Specific moments that stand out is the debut of her former finisher, the straight jacket German suplex later known as Cloud City. There were also several matches where Stephanie teamed up with Miss Manami against JET World Champion Miho Yamazaki and a later rival Kintora Hirano. From the outset Matsuda and Hirano didn’t get along with each other and would continue trading blows at the end of a match. Later, Stephanie replaces her corkscrew moonsault finisher with the Cloud 9 corkscrew shooting star, capturing the imagination of the audience.)

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I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York
And return through the womb of the world as a thought
Thinkin' how hard it was to be born
Me bein' cream with no physical form
Millions of cells with one destination
To reach the best part as life's creation
Nine months later, a job well done
Make way 'cause here I come

(This extended montage starts off with a frustrated Stephanie trying hard to fight her demons while losing a string of matches. This after the death of her mentor Black Scorpio which affected Matsuda a great deal. Eventually she got her head together and won a significant amount of matches that would earn her a shot for the JET World Championship for the first time against then-champion Miss Manami. Matsuda puts up the fight of her life and even debuts her Matsuda Driver as a tribute to Yoko Kudo. But alas, Manami defeats her and shows respect to her pupil.)

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Since I made it this far, I can't stop now
There's a will and a way, and I gots the know-how
To be all I can be and more
And see all there is to see before
I'm called to go back to the essence
It's a lot to learn, so I study my lessons
I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me
I'm glad I listened when my father was rappin' to me
'Cause back in the days they lived in caves
Exiled from the original man, they strayed away
Now, that's what I call hard times
I'd rather be here to exercise the mind
Then I take a thought around the world twice
From knowledge to born, back to knowledge precise

(Before the 2013 Rise Grand Prix, Stephanie and Azumi teamed up that summer. They find themselves winning against some of the more dominant teams to exist at that time, including Nina Sanada and submission specialist Spider Kagura. After performing a Cloud 9, followed by a Final Vent moonsault and pin from Azumi, the girls found themselves at closing in on the top of the food chain.)

Across the desert that's hot as the Arabian
But they couldn't cave me in 'cause I'm the Asian
Reachin' for the city of Mecca, visit Medina
Visions of Nefertiti, then I seen her
Mind keeps travelin', I'll be back after
I stop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa
Return the thought through the eye of a needle
For miles I fought, and I just brought the people
Under the dark skies, on a dark side
Not only there, but right here's an apartheid
So now is the time for us to react
Take a trip through the mind and when you get back
Understand your third eye seen all of that
It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
Even the (Ghetto)
Even the (Ghetto)

(During the Rise GP, Cloud and Azumi found themselves in the same block. Their match was one of the standouts of the tournament as both women knew each other very well. After an amazing back and forth, Azumi got the upperhand and defeated Stephanie with Final Vent. Months later in May, Azumi and Cloud faced each other in the semi-finals of a tournament for the then-vacant JET World Championship. After a hard-fought match, Matsuda defeated Azumi and would go on to meet Bison Yokoyama in the finals.)

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No more props, I want property in every borough
Nobody's stoppin' me because I'm thorough
Rhymes I make gimme real estate for me to own
Wherever I bless a microphone
007 is back and relaxin'
On point and reactin', and ready for action
I'm so low-key that you might not see me
Incognito, and takin' it easy (Ghetto)
Quiet as kept on a hush hush
In front of a crowd I get loud, there's a bumrush
But calm, keep a low pro and play the background
Hopin' the whack rapper put the mic back down

(Cloud pours her heart and soul into her match against the larger Yokoyama. She was being tossed around like a rag doll and suffered several destructive back suplexes before mounting a comeback leading her to counter Yokoyama’s Backdrop Suplex into a Rolling Kneebar, forcing the joshi legend to submit. Matsuda was now champion.)

So rip it, break it in half, go 'head and slam it
'Cause when it's time to build, I'm a mechanic
Of bondin' and mendin', attachin' and blendin'
So many solos, there is no endin'
People in my neighborhood, they know I'm good
From London to Hollywood, wherever I stood
Footprints remain on stage ever since
Sidewalks and streets, I leave fossils and dents
When I had sex, I left my name on necks
My trademark was left throughout the projects
I used to get rich when I played Cee-lo
When I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go, "We know"
So I collect my cash then slide
I've got my back, my gun's on my side
It shouldn't have to be like that
I guess it ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
Even the (Ghetto)

(The next montage that followed was Stephanie’s run as JET World Champion at the time Aria Jax did a small tour with JET and the women tagged together several times in between larger events where Matsuda would defend her title for 322 days. After losing her title to Mio Suzuki, Cloud ended up signing with the Land of the Elite where she would return to American soil. Matsuda’s farewell match was against Miss Manami, where she pulled out all the stops and for the second time in her career, she defeated her. At the end of the match, Several members of the roster came out and carried Cloud on their shoulders as she said her goodbyes to the audience. After a significant time skip, Stephanie returns to JET in 2018 where she announces a partnership with the returning Lethal Angels of Wrestling. Footage of Matsuda fighting at Pluto’s Gate is shown as she defeats Samantha Garza’s team to help Viola DeMarco win control over Odyssey. The last few clips show Matsuda’s unprecedented success in 2019 and 2020, ending with The Queen of Fighters posing next to her now tag partner Aria Jaxon while holding her current titles.)

Nobody’s smiling…
Nobody’s smiling…

(Stephanie wakes up from dream and looks around her empty bedroom. Monica was still out west and the apartment as a whole seemed to be empty, but in an eerie way. Stephanie took off her airpods and turned off the music app on her phone. For the first time in awhile, her Brooklyn apartment felt empty. This must be how Monica feels whenever Stephanie is on the road. Instead of stressing out about it, she decided to address her upcoming opponents. Stephanie sat in her chair, and turned on her laptop.)

“I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised that after winning The Great War, Frontline gets a shot at the tag team titles. Hell, every member should have a shot at the world title. In all respect, you guys probably saved the world. It’s still unreal to me what has gone down these past few months. With Kenny paying the ultimate price, nobody’s smiling right now. Though I wasn’t directly involved on the OWA side of things, I faced Abholos himself several months prior and I’m still surprised that I lived to see another day. Now here we are, in the new year, but with The Queens of Wrestling the objective remains the same: defend the OWA Tag Team Championships at all cost. Aria and I have history working as a team. We’ve teamed in EAW, JET, and every other civic center and gymnasium that would pay us a hotdog and handshake. I respect you both - hell I personally trained Ryo myself. But alas, the student will stay the same. This isn’t just a random tag team match, boys. You’re dealing with two women who know each other inside and out. Though the Great War was quite an experience, Ria and I have gone through worse. Kenny wasn’t the first we lost, nor was Abholos the worst thing we encountered. In fact, Edward Softly wears the face of a man I put away a long time ago. Hopefully, he stays that way, buried in my memories.”

(Stephanie took a moment to stretch as her arms faded into the dark, just beyond the light from the computer screen.)

“It’s sad to say that I’m not worried about this match. In some ways, that’s not much of a surprise - you two have shown that you can’t get along. I’m surprised that Ria and I aren’t fighting Jeff and Bishop, who I’m sure have better cohesion. This is the first step towards reclaiming Kingdom from the hands of The Ashes and this is what is sent to dethrone us. Maybe it’s a bit short-sighted on Jeff’s part. Better teams came for us and failed to do their job. Shit, I already lost one title this week, there’s no way in hell I want to lose another. Anyways-”

(Stephanie looks at her phone for a moment. Her eyebrow raised as she saw the message.)

“‘Good luck this weekend for the Intercontinental Champ- what the fuck is this!? I have that match next week Monica, what the hell are you talking about...”

(Stephanie checks her messages.)

“I know my Blasian ass isn’t going crazy. Anyways, we’ll see ya’ll in the ring.”

(With a wave of her hand, Stephanie ended the video.)

Alyssa Grace has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos January 8th 2021, 11:18 pm by **DarkCircle**

{Scene start: The screen flickers a few times before cutting to a video start count down}

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{The screen then cuts to a flickering shot of Ryo sitting in a training ring somewhere, his legs crossed in front of him as he regards the camera with an actual thoughtful look on his face. He is dressed again rather plainly in a pair of snugly fitted UnderArmor workout shorts, a black t-shirt and blue workout shoes with orange piping and black lacing. He is quietly reflective for several moments before he speaks}

Ryo: Before I go into the actual promo here, I want to be completely honest and say that no I’m not expecting Arata to assume that we’d be “holding hands” or anything like that just because we have ourselves this tag team match. . I mean yeah, at best he can claim to have done all of the work if we win and at worst, he can blame me for us losing like he always loves to do.

I mean honestly he calls me the kid and yet he was the one talking like a child who was being forced to clean his room.

In the end it doesn’t matter to me because my worth is not measured by Arata Asakura, my worth is measured by the amount of real fucking effort that I put into each and every one of my matches and at Kingdom this weekend in Tacoma, if he’s there or not and if he cuts a promo for this match or not-I’m willing to march right there into the very gates of hell and give the OWA fans exactly what they have always seen from Ryo Sakazaki and that’s some of the best damned wrestling in the world against two of the top tier wrestlers in the world.

{Ryo chuckles bitterly just for a moment as he shakes his head, his now slightly shaggy hair swaying with the movement before he stops and looks at the camera once more}

Ryo: But that is neither here nor there, now is it? I mean it’s still a question of why two complete opposites who despise each other were suddenly thrown together to challenge for the tag team titles, that was a very good question on Aria’s part and one that I’m still trying to figure out myself.

But in the end, maybe I’m not supposed to know. Maybe I should just accept it and do my damnedest to go against all of the odds thrown in front of me from my opponents to even my own partner to win the tag team titles and to fucking hell with everything else like logic?

{Ryo gives up a gallic shrug}

Ryo: To be honest, I could care less because I’m here to fight.

That’s something that I know that I’ll be getting with you, Aria. I’ve heard much about the First Lady of the Phantom Troupe from my new advisor, he says that you’re pretty good in a match...but then again Jason always undersells things to make me do more in-depth research and I’ll admit that you’ve cut quite the swath of destruction out for yourself around the world despite having started in that little garbage fed ran up in the North East to become the Fantomukuīn that you are today.

But tell me Aria, and be honest here, have you really done your homework on me?

I’ll be the first one to admit that my first few months here in the Omega Wrestling Alliance might not have been the most...successful...to say the least and Arata no doubt has some specific things to say about me, but that’s the difference between myself and Arata where it comes to you, isn’t?

He’s the old news, you’ve stepped into the ring with him before and beaten him, you’ve both made that perfectly clear...but this is our first meeting and while I may quite possibly be out of my league in this case, you can be rest assured that when that bell rings and I step into that ring, you’re going to be in a whole different world because even though you are partnering with the Mother of Lucharesu, I’m an entirely different creature than Asakura.

{Ryo allows himself a moment to smile as he leans his head forward, his eyes moving upwards to keep track with the camera’s view}

Ryo: I don’t want to take you to your limits, Aria. I want to find new limits in you and exploit them in ways that nobody else can. I want the Phantom Queen to understand that just because some Rook steps into the ring with her that he’s not worthy of getting a good serious fucking fight out of her.

I’m not Asakura, I don’t try to be a suave bastard and claiming that I’m some one and only great shogun.

I’m Ryo Sakazaki, I am a grinning demon that enjoys his work each and every time that I step into the ring and you can be rest assured that when you tag me with that lovely little one eight seven of yours, I’ll be asking you for more because I’m done being polite, because if I learned anything from Kenny Drake is that sometimes you have to take the devil by the fucking balls and make him cough up that golden fiddle.

Speaking to that effect.

{Ryo straightens up a little bit and his expression grows a little bit more somber, more so that he has since his arrival in the OWA all of those weeks ago}

Ryo: Hello there, Stephaine-sensei.

Does it surprise you that the first student of yours to face off against you is *me* of all people?

I know that everybody automatically assumed that it would be Jake in this spot, didn’t they? I mean considering who Jake’s father is and the man’s reputation….well, that goes without saying.

But Jake’s not here, I am and you’re enjoying that because now you get to see exactly what I’ve learned since leaving your dojo. Get to witness in the flesh what kind of tricks that I’ve picked up, what kind of bedevilery I might be unleashing upon you to try and take your tag team titles from you.

But you see, there’s the rub. I’m not going to “try” to take the belts from you.

I *am* going to take the belts from you and Aria.

And that’s not me speaking out of arrogance or cockiness or being self-assured, Stephanie-sensei.

No, I’m saying that myself and Asakura are going to take those titles from you because I’ve still been paying attention to you ever since those words that you said to Jake just before your match on the very first edition of Pro Wrestling Nova’s Defiant show.

Do you remember those words that you said to Jake?

{Suddenly, there a scratchy sound and the voice of Stephanie Matsuda is heard, sounding like she is talking through a tape player}

Stephanie Matsuda: Leah and I...we’re kind of in a no holds barred kind of mood. Like I said during my speech to you all, you’re not going to like some of the choices I make. I’ve made peace with myself; who I was, who I am, and who I’m going to become.

{Ryo looks thoughtful for a moment before he slowly nods in agreement}

Ryo: You see, Stephanie-sensei, I’m in that exact same place right here, right now. I’ve sat back and watched as everyone else has claimed great golden victory after another while mine...mine have slipped through my fingers because I’ve tried to be the hero.

I’ve been kind, been respectful...I’ve tried to be the hero that I felt that this company needed.

But that war with the Ashes...it changed something. I took it to Mongoose McQueen and got stabbed for my efforts and as that hot rush of blood flowed out of me, I realized that this place didn’t need a hero.

It needed a fresh kind of hell, a new demon.

So what is one more shadow in a place like this, Stephanie-sensei, and whatever you could say to something like that you’d best say quickly because the time of Kingdom is quickly coming upon us and then...then it will be too late.

At Kingdom, when you stand across that ring from me Stephanie-sensei, I’m going to hit you with everything that I have and while you and your partner will be out to take me out quickly and violently, I will systematically tear you apart hold for hold and this match will not be done to the pace of the Queens of Wrestling but to the pace of me….and the Dominion.

And when the dust settles and I hold my half of the Omega Wrestling Alliance’s world tag team titles over my head….will I have surpassed dear, sweat little Jacob Striker as your favorite student….or will I have to wreck you harder to get the message across better?

Because come hell or high water, I will do whatever is needed to get the job done and bring those titles home with me and, Stephanie-sensei.

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Ryo: I can promise you that in the end, things will change around here.

{Ryo then shoots the camera a confident smile before he effortlessly gets to his feet and leaves the camera’s view as the screen fades to black}

Alyssa Grace has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos January 8th 2021, 10:44 pm by **Theodor Pavel**

It was a frightening time. All the build up that led into the Great War made for interesting television, one said. The ratings were through the roof, it had the attention of the world. When it was time to go to battle, the ratings no longer mattered. The views and opinions of the ‘experts’ in professional wrestling were already obsolete. Why though? Why did it have to be this way? No matter who you ask, everyone said that the Great War itself took a lot out of the people who were just watching it. Imagine being the bastards that were involved in it. It wasn’t a silly fight on a football field, or through the headquarters of a big company. It was everywhere.

December 11, 2020 - Banch Morgan’s Office

“How do you explain to somebody what the concept of true violence is? In pro wrestling, we don’t deal with situations where somebody would be fighting for their life traditionally. We have an art, and the common goal has always been to win. You best the other guy and then you move onto what’s next. You’ll hit the person hard, you’ll try to break their bones, but you usually come away without too many major injuries each night. I can’t explain what this was. It wasn’t wrestling anymore, it was.. The art went up in smoke when we stepped out there. We almost didn’t make it out alive.. Worse yet.. One of us didn’t. All my years in this business and I never thought I’d see the day where something like that would ever happen. A war that was started by Havoc. He’s a smart man. I don’t know what would drive an intelligent man to downgrade the lives of others through dire circumstances like this.

Theodor didn’t know Kenny well. I didn’t either, I’ll be honest. What Theodor did know though was the brave sacrifice the man made for him. For his future family. Theodor is getting married in a few weeks, and his heart is with Misaki. His passion is competition, but I don’t know if that passion is going to be nearly as strong since everything happened. Therefore, tonight, he and his fiancee will be jetting off to Romania. It was a lovely Christmas gift from the others in the Frontline and it meant the world to him, and to me. I don’t know what’s going to happen when he returns, what road we take heading into the next battle. I hope it’s a long time before we see Havoc again, on a personal level.”

Present Day - Four Seasons Seattle - Seattle, WA

We were entering the next season of the Omega Wrestling Alliance. A new season meant new opportunities. Wrestlers were clamouring to become something more in the business. Kingdom, coming from Tacoma, was meant to kick off just that. The ultimate opportunity was to come in the Main Event when the OWA World Heavyweight Champion Havoc defended against Theodor Pavel. A nightmare of a human being, Havoc was supposed to be gone, thought Morgan.

The Modern Day Goliath, Agent to the Hands of Ices, Morgan could go by many names. Lately though, it was as a concerned guardian. Seated on the couch of the hotel room, he glanced down at his light grey three piece suit before noticing Theodor and Misaki step out.

“Do you know what really upsets me about this match coming up on Kingdom? Not the fact that it’s a golden opportunity for my client to become the young OWA World Champion in history. It’s not the fact that he gets an opportunity to finally finish off Havoc. It’s not EVEN the fact that he is headlining the first Kingdom of 2021. It’s the fact that my client has to deal with the guy who is the reason that this damn war happened to begin with! Maybe it’s overprotection on my end, maybe I should let it go because this isn’t ballet. After everything that kid went through, to have to face this guy one more time, I don’t know if I can do it to him. I don’t think there’s a plausible way to convince Theodor that it’s okay to fight this prick one more time. There’s so many reasons that this is a bad idea. So many damn things that have taken place recently with this guy that has just set me off so badly.

Let’s begin with the War. A man lost his life, a man who made the most selfless act that any one of us would ever make. To give your own to save others. This didn’t have to happen, Havoc. This didn’t have to be a situation where life or death was actually going to be decided. It’s wrestling, Chris. It’s simple, one person fights another. One person wins, the other person loses.That’s the business. To make it even more simple, you have a title. You defend the title inside of the ring in a fair match. If you lose the match, you lose the title. Wow, it is baffling just how simple that concept really is. Kenny Drake didn’t have to die because of your ego. Now, we’re going to have this battle one more time. With the stakes at their traditional highest, your spot on top of the mountain might not be there at the end of the night. Wouldn’t that be something? I’m not going to piggy back the idea that the match is dedicated to Kenny, I’m not that cliche to announce it. You already know the answer.

Then there was something else that happened. It wasn’t here, was it. I’m going to let you in on a little secret. I’ve trained people for a very long time, and I have a mentor to some of the best and brightest this business has ever seen. Theodor is one of the many, he may be the best of the bunch, but I had another student last year. She brought every ounce of fight and strength into every single day of training. She made mistakes, but she kept trying. She didn’t know how to cut a promo, but she worked tirelessly trying to get there. Every match she’s had, she has gotten better. She doesn’t phone it in and she doesn’t make excuses. That little lady is Lillie Saint. Someone I am damn proud of, someone who should be shown respect because that is exactly what she gives others. The golden rule, we call it. Now, I knew Hana vaguely. In fact, Theodor was a huge fan of her work in the ring. They had a lovely lunch together and had a picture and all that jazz. While his intentions were clear, he just wanted to meet her and express his appreciation for her hard hitting style in the ring, he was fooled. Either the kid was fooled, or she got manipulated by a person like you. By a savage like you. I’d like to think the latter, but it doesn’t excuse the way that you two have talked to a good friend of mine. Not only a good friend of myself and my family, but a damn good friend to Theodor.

You made this personal on so many levels. It was your words that made the unfortunate decision that Theodor no longer has to wrestle, he has to fight. I informed him that this was not a situation where you get into the ring and hope for a clean contest. We’re past that, we have to accept the fact that the Havoc that Theodor is facing is NOT the one who he has defeated in the past. Greatest upset of all time, someone said. I don’t believe it for a second, I know Theodor can beat you. I know he’s going to let his emotions get the better of him in this match, and I’ve accepted the fact that he may cross the line. It isn’t a time where he can afford to play by the rules, or even play by your rules. He is in a position where if he doesn’t play by HIS rules, he will not walk away with the OWA World Heavyweight Championship, and he certainly won’t defeat you. You’re a threat, and the greatest threat that the young man has ever had to deal with. The lights will be on bright, and the war of words will come to an end when he breaks out of his own skin and becomes the guy who ends the pathetic reign of a guy who lost the war. What’ll happen after that, Chris? What will happen when you have lost everything? All you’ll have left is a slut-shaming minion who might just as well walk away from a failure. That’s nothing to brag about. Not like you’ll have an army, not like you’ll have a title. You’ll be just Chris. Just the guy who couldn’t capitalize on his new-found sense of power and lost everything. That would really suck to happen to you, right? You’re not Theodor. You’re not hungry, you have no momentum, and you got some cheap tactics that just won’t work. Who are you, if you’re not the Champion? We’ll find out.”

While that situation was getting out of hand, Morgan had done everything he could in order to remain diplomatic. He didn’t care for Havoc’s attitude, but actually got along with Chris Sabretooth in other companies. It got even worse once Havoc cashed in and won the Championship off of Jeff X. It was a dark day for OWA, bringing a cloud of darkness over the wrestling business in general. In reality, the match could go differently, to where Havoc would come away with the win, and Jeff X could win the #1 contendership for the Title. That would give him a rematch that he should have gotten to begin with. On the other hand, Theodor wins the Championship and Jeff X wins his match, those two would go head to head. The respect that Theodor had for Jeff, it would be a great contest without a lot of anger behind it. One would hope.

A win for Theodor would send the fans home happy, even on somber night like Kingdom would be showcasing. It couldn’t be any more clear that they wanted revenge for Kenny Drake, the world wanted revenge for a life sacrificed to save others.Theodor stood himself up from a chair and walked toward the couch, sitting at the other end of the couch from Morgan. Wearing an all black suit, he rubbed his hands together with anticipation to get something off of his chest.

“Oh, shit. Where are my manners? So, a little story here. Theodor evidently learned some English. We tried Rosetta Stone, we tried Duolingo or whatever that damn thing was. Veronica tried her best with teaching him the language. All he needed, believe it or not, was the Frontline. My client knows some Japanese, so the click with Asakura helped. He learned a lot of english from Arata, who in turn directed him to a couple others. Jeff taught him some things, Bishop taught him some things. Ryo taught him, just everybody did. Another company has this shit called the World’s Finest, these men are indeed the true World’s Finest. Great bunch of guys. Theodor, the floor is yours.”

Leaning forward on the couch, Theodor rested his elbows on his legs as he continued rubbing his hands together. He still struggled to find the words of what to say to Havoc. Misaki slowly walked over to him, giving him the vote of confidence that he could do this. He gave her an affirming nod before glancing past her.

“Havoc..”

An extended pause took over him, forcing him to take another moment to relax. This wasn’t a time to relax, it was baptism under fire. He needed to get the words out. It was up to him to be able to do an acceptable job in terms of speaking. Part of the business, to say the least.

“When I first came here, everything was overwhelming. It was a crazy thought that anybody would take me seriously. I had no background in wrestling, all I knew how to do was fight. The lack of knowledge in the ring was shown when Aria Jaxon beat me. She was better than I was. In time, I learned different ways to become better inside of the ring, because of Mr. Morgan. He was the one who showed me the way. He did the right things, and he still does. I was learning the language when you began talking about me. You said there would be a spot for me in the Ashes of the Wake. Why would I ever consider joining a group that found pleasure in the pain of the others? Innocent people, unlike you. You are evil. I don’t like evil. I don’t like people who take advantage of others. Hana Nakajima was a friend of mine. I won’t say if she is now or not, but I will figure that out soon.”

Taking a deep breath, Theodor acknowledged that he was struggling in his attempt to speak something that wasn’t his native tongue. He glanced down momentarily before refocusing.

“You took something valuable from my friend. That title was his, he earned it. People have said so much about how cheap it was to cash in a title shot. You’re just as bad as the men you criticize. This war hurt me. I can handle pain, I’ve taken punches and kicks from men who would destroy you. I can accept pain. I can’t accept the feeling of helplessness that my fiance felt. She wasn’t sure if I would make it. She worried for Morgan too. Her best friend’s father put his life on the line to defeat you ugly bastards. You almost took two things away from her.”

Emotion was beginning to get the better of young Theodor. Still sitting at the tender age of eighteen, he had experienced the horrors of the business that many veterans would never see. It went so far beyond wrestling, it devolved into pure hatred. With so much incentive to finally put an end to the Ashes of the Wake by taking the one thing that Havoc had left, it would have been a fitting end. Theodor knew this, but he wasn’t entirely sure how to speak the words that needed to be said. Misaki stepped away, despite showing the support for him. She wanted to ensure that Theodor felt strong enough to speak his true feelings on the match.

“Fuck you, Havoc. The only way I can tell you how I feel would be to do it in my native tongue, but the words mean nothing if you don’t understand them. I’m sure you don’t know Romanian, so I will tell you this, from me to you. I hate that you exist. I hate that you have a title you didn’t earn. I hate that you preyed on a friend of mine and led to her becoming what she has. I can’t fix that, but I can fix something. By knocking your lights out, I will have proven to the world that it wasn’t an accident. It wasn’t luck, it wasn’t a fluke. It was reality that kicked you in the face three times and put you down for the count. Everyone stood in shock, including my teammates in the Frontline. If I don’t defeat you, you will live to fight another day with something that doesn’t belong to you. If I don’t get the job done, then the fool will continue to play. If I fail, then what was all this for? Why would I be here if I didn’t think I could beat you again?

I want the world to know my intentions. I want everyone to understand the evil that needs to go. You took the championship from Jeff X, you took someone from the world.. In order for me to get that title back where it belongs, I have to take revenge, and it’ll come at your expense. I will become the OWA World Heavyweight Champion.. For Kenny.”

Through his struggle with the English language, Theodor slowly stood up from the couch. After everything that had taken place, he could have vented for hours in Romanian at how much he disliked the demon formerly known as Chris Sabretooth. It was an intense hatred that flowed through his veins when it came to this guy. A Champion who didn’t deserve to hold the title. A leader who didn’t know how to keep the egos of his teammates in check. A wrestler who found mind games to be more effective than actually getting it done inside of the ring. With all the intensity building up, he wanted to put his fist through the wall, but it would be a bad look, possibly a letdown to Misaki.

“A poet, he isn’t. Every single time your name gets mentioned, Chris, he fumes. He doesn’t just want the title, he wants you to no longer exist. He wants the war over for good, he wants the title, he wants you to eat the biggest piece of humble pie that you could fit in that cakehole of yours. He’s going to do just that. We’re not too far from Tacoma, we’ll be there. We will smile and laugh when it’s all said and done. The Era of Havoc will be over, and you will have nothing to speak for any longer. They say All Men Are Created Equal.. Then they saw him. The “Hands of Ice”, “Mâinile de gheață”, Theodor Pavel, OWA World Heavyweight Champion. You better get used to hearing it. Un toast pentru următorul campion mondial! Did I say that right?”

“Fuck yes.”

Morgan, beaming from ear to ear, raised his glass to Theodor and Misaki. They met him with their own glasses. A Toast to the New Champion. No title, no minions left, what would Havoc be good for? We’ll find out.

Alyssa Grace has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos January 8th 2021, 10:38 pm by **Christopher Sabertooth**

The corridor lights flicker erratically as the scene begins outside what appears to be the backstage area of an arena. But eerily enough, there is nobody around. Not a single soul in sight. The gloomy surroundings are only made worse by the deafening silence. With the little light we have left, the camera pans up to reveal a locked door with something peculiar etched straight onto the wood.

“KENNY DRAKE”

It takes account of the man that was. The man who sacrificed his life for the greater good of mankind. The man who took out Abholos when nobody else ever could. A Leader. A Father. An Icon. The door swung wide open to reveal pitch darkness inside. When suddenly, the lights a singular bulb flickers back on to reveal somebody sitting under it. With his back facing the camera, it is difficult to tell who that man might be. Was there a glimmer of hope? Had Kenny Drake somehow made it out and kept in on the low in the weeks that had passed? The camera slowly approaches the man-- or whatever awaited on the other side, while the chair rocked harder than it ever has. Almost chipping the concrete floor with the erratic speed in which it oscillated. We see a man wearing a black artificial fur coat and a plague doctor mask, reminding us of the Kenny Drake of the old. The man slowly grabs a hold of the mask and takes it off to reveal the OWA World Champion, Havoc, sitting on the chair with a twisted smile to boot.

“A fearsome leader. A champion in his own right. A man who’d never back down from any challenge. A messiah to his people. A man who’d sacrifice his life for the greater being of this world… Qualities that I possess that were on display at the Great War. While the world mourns the death of a warrior in Kenny Drake, I feel the unbearing pain of losing my ace… Abholos. His powers had elevated The Ashes to newer heights-- Heights that will be difficult to replicate. A godly being misunderstood as a monster for the world only sees in black and white. The shades of grey are lost to those who have been brainwashed by society on what is good and what’s not. The same society that mocks the downtrodden for all the things they can’t have. We have champions, celebrating their excellence by showcasing their wealth and how good they have things. We have businessmen breaking down houses to create super-malls that steals from the livelihood of local businesses. Abholos wasn’t a monster. Abholos was OUR hero. The only entity capable of wiping away its terror in a flick of a finger. His power was immense. While people might speculate that Abholos demise has left a gaping hole in the heart of the Ashes-- That is FAR from the truth. Since when has a mortal been able to kill a God? Abholos will show his presence yet again-- mark my words! We don’t live in a world of fantasies-- Abholos’ body may have ceased to exist… But his powers? The effects of which will be felt for generations to come. Not like the weak, Kenny Drake. That foolish man. He signed his death warrant the day he decided to meddle in the business between the Ashes and the perpetrators of heinous prejudice against us-- The Frontline. This was never HIS war, to begin with. But Jeff, like the terrible leader that he is, led a family man to his demise. He could cry me a river and blame me for his sorrows-- vowing to finish me. But it is all in vain, for the person to blame for Kenny Drake’s death is YOU, Jeff. Do you really think you won this war? The man that you idolized. The man who you called a friend-- He is no longer with you. YOU brought him to the battlefield. YOU coaxed him to bring his troops or lack thereof. THAT MAN HAD A FAMILY, JEFF! Are you going to be the one to talk to Niki? Are you going to tell his children that their father will NEVER be coming back home BECAUSE OF YOUR IGNORANCE! JEFF X KILLED KENNY DRAKE! His failures as a leader killed an innocent bystander. A family man. A father. I would shed a tear if I cared -- But frankly speaking, the world will be better off without Kenny Drake. The man who committed heinous crimes for the sheer pleasure that it brought him. He was a sadist. He enjoyed hurting people. He enjoyed killing them. And yet now people talk of him, as he was a martyr of war. NO! Kenny Drake was foolish. He paid the price of standing up to change-- to the NEW WORLD! He paid the price for his arrogance. If Kenny Drake feels like he’s accomplished anything-- I’ll be joining him in hell to tell him otherwise. That man was a sinner. He was a deviant. I don’t feel sorry for Kenny Drake-- but I do understand the pain of growing up without a father figure. My condolences go to the family... He may have cared about his loved ones-- but clearly not enough to keep himself out of danger for their sake. I am sorry Niki that Jeff led your husband down a path of the inevitable. The world can pin his death on me, but I’m the wrong guy to be targetting. I had PROMISED to end Frontline and ANYBODY who stood in my way. KNOWING that, Kenny Drake tagged along and got a first-class ticket to the morgue. I just enacted on my promises! BLAME JEFF! BLAME THE FRONTLINE! BLAME JD DAMON! BLAME SCOTT OASIS! I should be the last man to be blamed. Not me Not Abholos. It seems like a bittersweet victory for the “good” side, as the Ashes retreated out of principle. The war is FAR from over, isn’t it Jeff? Now that you have vowed to end my reign and my life-- what good will that bring you? Are you trying to tell me that this title will replace the place that Kenny Drake had in your life? Is that all you care about? My death? I have said it before and I’ll say it again, my death will only make the Ashes stronger. It will PROVE everything that I have been saying over the past couple of months to be true! This world COULDN’T bear my success. They couldn’t bear somebody of my status win it all. And they sent the poster child of inherent vices down to pick up the spoils. I WANT you to kill me, Jeff. But that won’t bring back Kenny, would it?” Havoc said, sarcastically. The devilish smirk on his face shined through as he talked down to Kenny Drake’s demise and the aftermath of the Great War. He didn’t see it as a loss, at all. He didn’t see it as his failure. He showed the world how fickle they were, now mourning the death of the man who had nearly taken the life of Tarah Moore. People forget so easily. But Havoc never forgets.

“And now, Jeff has sent me yet another poor soul to be vanquished long before his time. This young man has been taken advantage of by everybody around him. His sole purpose signing to OWA was to get Banch Morgan back to the spotlight and cash cheques that he is unworthy of. What services DOES he provide to Theo? If it is a translator he needs, a phone could do that. I have said it before and I’ll say it again, Theo is the manifestation of Banch’s greed. A young talented wrestler who HAD a bright future ahead of him but has been driven to a suicide mission by his leader. Theo may hold a ‘victory’ over my head but how long did that feeling last? By the end of the night, I had Michael Bishop puking his guts out while the rest of The Frontline barely making it alive out of the House of Havoc. Banch remembers that night, doesn’t he? I am sure the pain that he felt will never escape his mind for eons to come. Yet, he pushes you towards certain death, hoping you’d pull off yet another miracle. Theo, your victory will only feed the greed of Banch further beyond to despicable levels. Your little group took MY ABHOLOS away from me.. And you think there won’t be consequences for such grave mistakes committed at my expense? Why is it so that Jeff wouldn’t step up one on one against me, as a leader should? After all, he won the Great War, didn’t he. He is masking his fear under the guise of ‘earning his opportunity’ to challenge for the title. The OWA World Championship is trivial in our matter. It is just a prop. Our battle goes FAR BEYOND that. He is using Theodor to scout my weaknesses. Knowing that if he DOES beat Miltiades, he’ll have an idea on what to do against me. He wants to LEARN from your failures, Theo. But unknowingly or not, he’s sending yet another one of his trusted men to their inevitable doom. You’re FUCKED, Theo. Absolutely fucked. Any tiny sliver of a chance that you had, all the luck that you possessed, has been expended on the day you got one over me. Not again. NEVER AGAIN! Theodore, with whatever broken English that you know, take credence to the ONLY warning you’ll get. If Banch cared about you, he’d NOT let you step into that ring this Sunday. But we all know, he’s praying for lightning to strike twice. Praying that you achieve the impossible. Praying that you survive the onslaught and walk out with the top prize in this company. And he has a very selfish motive behind your success. Well, luckily enough, I’d be exposing his true intentions behind Banch Morgan when I tear you from limb to limb. Instead of jumping in to save your life, he’ll make a run to save his own-- As he has done before. You’re just the money maker. His only chance of being relevant again. With you gone-- Banch Morgan will be reduced to NOTHING! And your blood will be on his and Jeff’s hands. Not mine. I am just the bearer of bad news-- The executioner of their ill-intentions. I am sorry it has to be this way, Theo. Despite my harsh words, I do like you. I do see the potential in you-- But that will never be realized because of the greed of the men you trust. As you’d say, you kick me… I’ll respond back by kicking the head off your shoulders. We are not alike, Theo. Through the wears of war-- I have ascended to insurmountable heights.” He exclaimed with confidence. Bursting onto his feet, now showcasing the OWA World Championship, wrapped around his waist. His prized possession. His magnum opus. His way to get back at the company, which was desperately trying to put an end to his group. As long as Havoc held the top prize, OWA was forced to comply. If they’d strip him of the championship, they’ll add fuel to the fire that Havoc had lit. Their only chance was to throw the best the company has to offer at him and just like everybody before, Havoc will lay waste to them all.

“The OWA World Championship isn’t going anywhere. Not this Sunday-- Not at Clash of the Titans… Not at Final Destination. None of you could even FATHOM the amount of sacrifice that was needed to get my hands on these. The OWA World Championship has now become the only source of motivation I need. The only prize that will keep me going forward. The prize held before by icons of this industry. The same icons that I have sworn to tear apart from the fabric of existence. If I let this go-- my sacrifices… my pain would be futile. Many of my men and women fell to the spoils of war. And yet, a legion of my followers still swear to do good by me till their last breath. THAT is a sacrifice. Not what Kenny Drake did. He was a selfish man who only thought about himself. He wanted to atone for his sins-- He wanted to do something for the betterment of society. Foolish he was. And soon enough, I’ll be sending the rest of his pathetic allies down to hell with him. Young Theo joins him first. So naive. So foolish. A man who is incapable of taking care of his own self-- This man is who you put your faith in?! HA! HA HA! Save the crocodile tears shed at the Wolves funeral to yourself-- Bishop didn’t care about him. Heck, Kenny called the hit on Bishop, to begin with, which almost cost him his career. Theo can barely speak the language-- let alone comprehend the significance of Kenny in this world. Arata has proven to despise his own brethren. Ryo Sakazaki is still seeing for my approval while being knee-deep inside Jeff’s behind. JD Damon is a slouch who WANTS to care but will likely be out of commission through his own lethargic tendencies. And Jeff? He is deflecting the blame onto me because he cannot come to terms with the fact that Kenny Drake died at his watch. He couldn’t do anything about it. He died for HIM. A WORTHLESS sacrifice for Jeff will fall. YOU STARTED IT ALL, JEFF! EVERYTHING IS YOUR FAULT! EVERYBODY YOU LOSE IS ON YOU! AND THEODOR PAVEL IS NEXT! HIS YOUNG BLOOD-- WILL BE A PERFECT CRIMSON MASK FOR ME! I WILL BATHE IN HIS BLOOD AND SEND HIS REMAINS TO YOU, BY YOUR PORCH. You won’t do SHIT, Jeff. YOU are the murderer! YOU are the monster! YOU are the problem, Jeff! And now you will witness yet another death, courtesy of your STUPID fucking mistakes. This could all have been avoided but Jeffrey chose this path. I will carve the head of Theodor Pavel and place it over my mantle-- Next to the head of the wolf. MARVELOUS!” Cackled Havoc, reveling in the chaos. His demonic laughter echoed throughout the empty halls as Havoc eventually brings himself together. His laughter slowly turning into a death stare as he raises the OWA World Championship.

“You are mistaken to believe I am nothing without Abholos. You are mistaken to believe that he’s gone. You’re mistaken to believe that I am powerless on my own! DO NOT FORGET WHO I AM! I AM THE NIGHTMARE KING, MOTHERFUCKER!” With that being said, he snaps his fingers as Abholos would. At a moment’s notice, the entire room around him lights up to reveal a horrifying sight. Various phrases have been written in ‘red’ all over the wall.

“LET US IN”

“YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE”

“BURN THE WORLD DOWN”

And finally…

“WOLVES…. AETERNUM”

Placed on a table is a severed wolf head with a noticeable space for another by its side. The disgusting sight is only made worse by a large group of people lying motionless on the floor. With blood spilled all over, Havoc’s chair is placed perfectly in the center of it all. Without a hint of concern on his face, Havoc looks around with a devilish grin on his face.

“The innocent have bled. But their sacrifices won’t be in vain. Our movement will grow stronger. ASHES OF THE WAKE will grow stronger. People will be FORCED to listen when there will be NO opposition left. OWA will try to take me down-- But they will fail like countless before them. People...don’t let grief overcome you. The REAL monsters are The Frontline that continues to protest against my protest. That’s the message that Jeff wants to send. He wants to kill me… And yet he sends his youngest ally to brunt the force of my unrelenting anger. Jeff X is a fucking coward. If he wanted me dead-- he’d be at my doorstep, putting actions to his meaningless words. He is overcome with emotions-- He is overcome with guilt. He had failed Kenny Drake. He had failed The Frontline. He had failed OWA. And now, it was my turn to act. My turn to fire back. MY TURN FOR REVENGE! JEFF X. I WILL TEAR APART EVERYTHING THAT YOU HAVE CARED ABOUT. YOUNG THEODOR WAS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY TOO!! FOR SHAME! YOU HAVE FAILED, YET AGAIN… The table behind me seeks its newest piece of memorabilia. Don’t you worry, Banch. I’ll make sure to make it nice and easy. Theodor will not suffer-- But you will. You will live with the burden of ruining the life of an innocent fighter. Your hunger for attention will be satisfied. Piece by piece, I’ll send Theo back to you, to remind you of your sins. And you will LIVE the rest of your life knowing you were the reason for that. It’s time we take responsibility for our actions-- I will do the same. My people deserve to be heard. My people deserve to see me succeed. My people deserve to be given a glimmer of hope that has been missing from their lives since their birth. My people deserve JUSTICE! The Great War may be over-- but a war even greater than so is yet to unfold. OWA will BURN. And I’ll do it out of good faith for MY good friend…. Kenny Drake. Wolves….. Aeternum” Saying the phrase, Havoc bursts into a fit of uncontrollable laughter as the horrific scene around him serve as a spine-chilling contrast to the gravity of the situation. Havoc is relentless. He is brutal. And he is the OWA World Champion. Then. Now. Forever.

The screen flashes to show a disturbing image of what appears to be Banch Morgan’s mutilated head, with his eyes gouged out, serving as a jumpscare of sorts as we fade to black.

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

Re: OWA Promos January 8th 2021, 4:39 pm by **Michael Bishop**

Chicago Underground, 2021

“I don’t care if he wants to or not!! Tell him he’s gonna fight mad dog, or I’ll cut off his fuckin’ fingers!!”.

(A former mafia enforcer, now the reigning crime boss of the area, dies out his cigarette in an ashtray. He sits back, at his throne at the head of the table. While a few guards line the room, very few other members line the chairs of the long table. He snaps his fingers and a sheepish young man to his right pours him another glass of whiskey).

“Now… onto other matters. How’s our boy in Gladiator FC doing?”

“-Oh I think you’ve got other things to worry about, Sir”.

(Their eyes are drawn to the door at the end of the room. The guards reach for their weapons, but the crime boss holds his hand up, stopping them. Bo Maro walks in, lighting himself a cigar and blowing a puff of smoke into the air. He gazes around, snickering:)

“Seen better days, huh?”.

“Maro… Didn’t you retire from this shit? The fuck are you doin’ in Chi’ ?”

“Oh…. I did. But a local Chicago man looking to make himself a King came to me with a proposal….”.

“King?! There’s only one here!! And that’s me!!”

“No… you inherited an empire of bare knuckle brawlers, thugs, and scumbags after my client was done tearing you, your roster, and your bosses limb from limb. That little throne you sit on now is on the foundation of skeletons he picked clean…”.

(The crime boss raises an eyebrow).

“-He?”.

(Bo Maro steps aside, and a man enters the room that causes all of the guards to take a step back. He’s towering, a commanding presence that forces many- including the crime boss, to widen their eyes in shock. He’s a man thought dead, a man who one year ago picked himself off, and rose from the ashes. He walks in, two belts strapped around his waist, and hunger in his eyes-).

“M-Michael Bishop?!”

(As the crime boss backs up in his seat, the younger man with him gets up and runs, along with several of the guards. Bishop rounds the table silently, never taking his eyes off the man, who now fakes a smile).

“Bishop, buddy!! It’s good to see you!! I heard the rumors, but, you’re alive!! I haven’t really been paying attention to the shit goin’ on in… how you doing?!”.

(The man’s smile slowly starts to fade as Bishop proceeds. It’s then that he sees what Bishop’s carrying. An object that changed the Dreadknight’s life forever, an object the crime boss hadn’t seen since that fateful night in the alley back in 2012; An old lead pipe).

“M-Mike that was a long time ago, you can’t possibly…. Michael!! Michael come on!!-”.

(A sickening ‘THWACK’ can be heard throughout the room as the man drops face first onto the table. The remaining guards and mafia members are unsure of what to do… but Bishop isn’t. He drags the man off the throne, tossing him onto the ground along with the pipe. He places his Rising Sun Championship and his Outlaw Championship onto the table in front, as he takes his seat at the head of the table. Bo Maro walks up alongside his client).

“There’s a new King of Chicago in town, boys. One born of blood!! Of Hunger!! Of hard work!! An Outlaw King!! 2021 is going to be our year- his year!! I guess the only question is…. Are you with him, or against him?”.

(As Bishop sits back, smiling to himself, Bo Maro leaves the men in the room to gaze at the empty seats and contemplate. The air is clouded by the puff of smoke he lets out…).

Outlaw….

'One who breaks the law and remains at large, one who is regarded as a fugitive, a thug'. A Dark Horse who has seen the fractured state of the system and sought to strike out on their own.

When I came back to Kingdom oh so long ago, nothing had changed. Champions still remained lazy, fighters were complacent, corrupt motherfuckers talked the talk and were able to walk around like they owned the place because people let them. I’m from an old school way of doing things… respect to the sport, respect to the man across from you for if you underestimate him for a second he will bury you six feet under.

When I was boots down back on Kingdom soil, I saw the state of things…. Cultists running around, people cheating left and right, and it became very clear to me when a woman I regarded as a friend sunk a knife deep in my back not once, but twice on national television.

From then on I something had to change, everything had to change. People on Kingdom have always allowed this shit to go on, and for far too fuckin’ long, but now that I was able to lace up a pair and enter between the ropes- that shit was stopping right here, right now. It’s the same mantra I’ve been saying for a whole year now, the battle cry that I’ve given, the words that everyone dissed- right up until they were staring them in the face as I took the fight to them again, and again, and again!!

Everyone dissed old school Michael Bishop, until old school Michael Bishop folded them up like a fuckin’ table, and fed them the receipt those scumbags were owed again, and again, and fuckin’ again!!

One year later…. The new regime has arrived, motherfuckers!!

- Like I fuckin’ said!!

I don’t bullshit, I don’t fuck around…. When I said everyone would get paid their due via the end of a five knuckle railgun, I fuckin’ meant it!! Look where they are at, and look where I am. In one year I managed to accomplish more than some have in their whole fuckin’ careers, in one year I managed to drop names some are still trying to beat- and I did it in fuckin’ style!! I proved that I talk the talk, and when it comes down to it I will gladly stand in that corner and walk the walk. Walk you down every minute, of every hour, of every fuckin’ day you’re trapped in their with me after that bell rings….

So tell me, Solomon…. The newest man to carry his flag to war against men, plant it in the soil, and promise to deliver me the end that still has yet to come. It’s easy to say you’re going to beat someone, you’re doing to beat me. It’s easy to snort some coke, slap on a face, flex those muscles high and psyche yourself up to be the- And New, Outlaw Champion. But history has shown time and time again, that all those thoughts, all those words, all those promises die within the first few seconds of contact with me, Caine.

How many men promised to break me? How many promised to beat me? Promised to break my knee? Promised to put me down? Promised to deliver a decisive blow by taking that banner, holding it high, and running it through my god damn heart…. All of them. Again, and again, for 365 days I’ve heard the same fuckin’ bullshit again.

Everyone is a badass, until I get my hands on them and peel away the surface. Everyone is a fucking gangster, until its time to be a gangster. Everyone is ready to be a champion until they realize they have to do what I did, and slog for months through a murderer’s row, over and over. No end in sight, just the blood, just the screaming… when those visions of holding a title start to fade, start to get blurry, there are no fans or bright lights to protect you in the Outlaw Division… the only thing you have to ground you is an iron trap mind, and locking your opponents arm deep in an americana seeing if they tap or if they fuckin’ snap!!

Everyone’s tried, and everyone’s failed!!

It wasn’t luck, it was calculation, it was resilience, it was looking at the shitty hand I was dealt and deciding to keep going. Walking tall against a current of people trying day in and day out to cut my bad knee from under me. And yet, despite all of that…. Here I am. Despite everything, all the lies, all the cheating, all the bullshit, all the blood- when I locked horns with all of them I took that flag of their- and I ran it through their god damn hearts!!!

This isn’t the era of a running champion or a paper champion, Solomon. This is the era where the old school, golden era bad motherfuckers bring back what it means to hold a strap in combat sports. There’s a reason people have been watching me snap spines and crack skulls for 20 fuckin’ years, there’s a reason why I’ve laid waist in over 5 companies. There’s a reason when I won this belt, it wasn’t through bullshit, it wasn’t through controversy- it was me locking the Outlaw Queen deep into a choke she couldn’t escape, and even then it wasn’t enough, when I drove my elbow into her fuckin’ giant ass forehead over thirty times hoping to strike gold, and all I found was red iron!!

Welcome to the reign of fear, the reign of terror, the reign of survival of the fittest on Kingdom. In this division you will get your mind straight and you will square up. I don’t wait for challengers to come to me, I go looking for them, so when fate comes you will grow a set of fuckin’ balls and you will sign your death warrant with that contract. You will learn within the first few seconds of that opening bell that this isn’t your world, your yard, it’s mine. You’ll learn first hand why everyone from world champions to world beaters averts their gaze and rubs that scar of theirs when I’m walking by.

Welcome to the era of the Outlaws; You will either make your fortune, make your name, or I will wrap you in that torn up flag of yours and bury you with the rest on the road of death I’ve carved.

Welcome to my division, my world, my Kingdom… Solomon. You will try, and hell maybe you’ll even back up some of that talk…. But at the end of the day I know I will feel that fire of yours sap out, I will feel that mental barrier break, and I will feel the persona you put on crumble as I drive my fucking flag through your heart.

Despite not having it now, you will learn to respect and fear the man they called “The Revenant”

.... And then, “The Dreadknight”.

and now….. “The Outlaw King”.

See you soon,

Solomon

Christopher Sabertooth and Alyssa Grace have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos January 8th 2021, 3:33 pm by **The Council**

Control…

It was but for a moment that control was in my reach. And let me tell you. It was a magnificent feeling. I had control over a realm where madmen went to war. I was in control of a realm in which souls came in damned and left baptized by fire. I was in control of it for a moment, until Havoc's abomination saw to take us out of contention. I don’t blame Havoc, he’s always had a complex about letting people control him, being that of an entity controlling a meat sack known as Sabertooth. But in that moment, I had control and it was glorious. Once you know what it is like to be god, you want to do more and want to shape reality to what you see fit. Once you know what it is like to have ants at your mercy, oh you just realize that there is nothing in your way.

The Great War as everyone is calling it was immense in the sense that so much happened, and so much was lost. I’m not going to gloss over the death of one Kenny Drake, because that would be a disservice to his memory. But he did what he needed to do, and he utilized the reality that I SET out for him. The reality that got him killed is the one that I as God made for him. And the fact that I had that power, the fact that the ruthless instincts that my ants took against each other just goes to show, that power is just the first step, but is nothing without control.

Control is a facet of all that can go wrong or right, and control is something that is needed to quell the unnecessary conflict that has engulfed Kingdom. All these factions sought it for their own benefit, but that benefit was never order. That benefit became perverted and twisted into an idealistic nature in which we have seen the consequences of. Kenny Drake would be alive had it not been for the factions using this perverse nature for gains that they couldn’t comprehend. These factions are nothing but infants in the grand scheme of things. They have no sight, they have no idea, and they just throw shit on the wall hoping it sticks. Well for once it finally did, shit finally did stick, right after it had hit the fan and spread every in the god damn room. There was no idea, there was nothing of the sort of goal rather than the shits and giggles of chaos. No matter what these factions had to say or do, that’s all it came down to. And now with the dust settled, a man down, and the future looking more solid, I can still say that this chaos implemented was something of a cleansing. More like a trial by fire, one that was needed and if anything was a success in my eyes. These factions are one, hell one dissolved right then and there when Havoc decided he didn’t want anyone to leave alive. And if anything, this shown me something more that was more of a theory but is now a common fact in my eyes.

These factions now defunct hopefully also must see their consequences through. They continue to believe in martyrdom of Kenny Drake but in actuality are doing a disservice to his memory. A disservice that will continue to be as such until they realize they must conform to order now before we lose any more people to this mindless campaign they have enacted. Instead we can now look forward to something grander and that is the future of this company and brand. I mean look at it we have new champions, new blood, new life in this circumstance we find ourselves in. And it is in this we also need new contenders. New contenders to the gold, new contenders to a legacy that can been refurbished, rebranded, and restored after all of this shit that has happened. And that is why the company has seen me fit to put me in this number one contender match.

I mean why not? Why not put God in this match, why not put order incarnate in a match against a man who is just about as guilty as all the factions for the way Kingdom has been put through the ringer. It’s insane to even give this man that opportunity, but I see this as a way to make a statement not to me, not to the world, but to those who are ready for a coup. Those who are ready to overthrow an entity that they sorely believe is at hand for all of this. But in actuality they should look in a mirror to see that scar, that cancer they wanted to remove. It’s not going to be my job to eradicate any of them, but I will do so if need be. Starting off with the man Jeff X.

Jeff you put on a good fight; you did everything you could to make sure that your team walked out the victor. And you did, you did so in spite of an abomination created by Havoc that would give even Bane from those god-awful Batman movies a run for it’s money. But you failed, and you and your compatriots came together to make sure that this thing didn’t live. And you were successful to say the least, at the expense of your friend, at the expense of your dignity and at the expense of your sanity. But you got some neat battle scars to show it, and some good memories either way. But in this I must say something Jeff, something that I’m sure has been said before, but let me tell you it is much more resonate now than ever.

You are unfit. You are unfit for a title match as it. I mean c’mon you’ve come out of an extraordinary match and lost a friend. You aren’t fit for a title match just yet. Concede and let me win, concede and grieve. Take this time to grieve and take this time to reflect on where to go next. Because there will be space for you in my new empire. In my new domain once I take that championship from Havoc. Hell I’ll even give you Havoc when I’m done with him as sort of a gift to you. A gift for you to take revenge and vengeance on this man, that if it weren’t for him and his monstrosity, Kenny would be alive. But I guess then you’d be in a spiral of if’s as you have to think, what would have happened if this didn’t happen at all. If these factions weren’t at the epicenter what would have happened. You’d probably reflect on that, you’d probably wanna live there. In that reality where the factions did not exist, and where those you loved and those you cared about were still here with you. That’s what you’re probably.

Oh who am I kidding. You’re thinking of vengeance, you’re going through your grief and you must be on anger and you must want to unleash that anger on the first person you see. Who happens to be me. But let me tell you Jeff, that’s not good for. Focus on Havoc. Focus on the Ashes. Focus on everyone you couldn’t beat, because if it weren’t for them, he’d still be here. Focus your energy on them. Wage your war, wage your conquest, and follow against them. The world championship will still be here, but I’ll be holder. And you know when all is said and done, maybe you can get a shot. But for now, this match is mine. This match is made for me, and made so I can continue to conquer. Jeff, my boy, you can come and compete, but it’s not gonna fill that hole, it’s just going to fester and mutate until it is just nothing but puss. So come and try. Come and try to win, but I’m telling you, you are in my way when you could be on your own path that leads to destruction of those at fault. Keep your focus on that, and know that when I win our bout, I’ll be thinking of giving Havoc to you on a silver platter. I mean that’s what Kenny would want right, the man responsible, the man at the center of it. And you’d get him at the right time, after his beloved title is gone. You’d get a broken man, that you can then just grind into dust. Do what’s best for you Jeff, do what’s best for Kenny.

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

Re: OWA Promos January 8th 2021, 2:43 pm by **Arata Asakura**

Kingdom #1: Burden.

08.01.21 Osaka, Japan

*As the day when Arata and Ryo were to face Queens of Wrestling for the Tag Team Championship was approaching, the Japanese man finally decided to break the silence that lasted too long. In fact, when this clash became official, he didn't even know what to think. Arata wasn't the type of person to let go the chances of gaining new achievements, but he didn't want to have any relationship with Ryo either. Even though the Japanese man helped him a little during the Great War, that didn't change the fact that they weren't friends. Honestly, he didn't even tolerate him and in the future it would be a stigma that he doesn't need. However, people became impatient when it came to the feelings of the former Spartan Champion, so Arata set up the camera and sat on the floor of his dojo. You can see dissatisfaction on the face of a man, who is dressed in black fitted sweatpants, a white T-shirt and black-white sports shoes. However, this is a reaction that probably everyone expected from him. As the first seconds of the video lasts in silence, Arata finally starts to speak.*

People create millions of different concepts about how I feel towards this match this Sunday. They say I'm furious. Others, that I'm probably annoyed, that I have to be a babysitter again. But the truth is, I'm just disappointed. Disappointed that I had to wait over a year to get back in the ring against Aria Jaxon, and at the end of the day to find out that I have to carry with me this deadweight again. This is not what I have been waiting so impatiently for. However, this is another shot that Reggie is throwing at me out of pure hatred, because he knows people like Aria are the reason why I joined this company at all. These are the people that are for me the measure of my own development in this business and if after a year of time I would be able to finally pin her...If I could reverse the situation from the Kingdom a while ago, I would just see the results of my own work. The thing is, you can say I got what I want, but it's not the same match. Back then, everything depended on me and her, and this time there are the factors that I have no influence on. Actually, factors that I don't even want, because you all know that I'd rather not even look at that idiot. You could say that I should just hold back with my emotions, but it's not about sympathy. Many times I just had to be professional towards people who hurt me without any remorse. If anyone is following my career, you should remember that I reached the tag team titles with the biggest rival in my career, or tried to keep a peace with Jacob Senn to win a goddamn tournament. That is why, I might find Ryo irritating, but that's not my biggest problem. The point is that he will simply disturb me, because he is not ready to stand in this ring. I don't know myself if I'm ready to beat Aria and Cloud, so what should I think about this kid, especially since there is a big difference in quality between him and me. Probably the worst thing is, it seems so simple to him. In Ryo's eyes, it is enough to forget about the past and start holding hands. Life's not a fairy tale, kid. As I said, liking is one thing, but the fact that the match is pretty much already lost. Perhaps if I had a better partner by my side, I would have believed it would be worth coming on Kingdom. However, to be honest, I don't even care at this point. Not because I'm afraid of losing, but because I don't want to hold the burden that you are. You see, let's say I could bring this team to victory. And then what? How long I have to deal with you? How long should I put time and effort into something that has no future? I don't say this disrespectfully to Cloud and Aria, because I respect both of them very much. In fact, it makes me even more sorry that this whole thing is happening. Call me a coward or whatever you like, but I just can't motivate myself and it's not your fault, but his. Honestly, I hope we can do a good show on Kingdom, because it will always be nice to trade a few strikes with you, but then I want to go my own way. Ashes of the Wake have lost a war, so what's the point of Frontline existing anymore? Forgive me, but this faction was created only to give them a lesson, but everything has an end, because if you don't finish on time, it can only lead to misfortune. Stephanie in particular should know something about it, looking at what happened to World's Finest.

*Arata smiles slightly, shaking his head with some kind of disappointment. After this short pause, the man takes a deep breath and continues his speech.*

Perhaps I agree with what Aria said about your cooperation. You two are more of a team than we are, but the question is for how long? As long as it's benficial for you, because even though I think you're a good person, Cloud, you can be damn selfish when it comes to this business. That's why I'm not surprised that your two teammates from the World's Finest kicked you in the ass. They were both fed up with you only showing interest in them when necessary, and then thinking about your own business. On the one hand, I understand it, on the other, you could have defined your intentions from the beginning instead of pretending to be one big family. That's why I don't blame these two for what they did. After all, they wanted to free themselves from the shackles you put on them as captain. The shackles that made them always be ready to fight on your side, but you could never repay for the help you got in a war that only you benefited. You were so blinded by chasing Claudia that you didn't even notice how April and Hana were wasting away by your side. As far as Aria doesn't have to fear such a fate, I said all these words so that she also understands one thing. There is no such a phenomen as a perfect team, especially when it is made up of two strong individualists. However, coming back to Stephanie for one more moment. I hope you are feeling well about what has happened in the last few days. I know how painful it is to be a victim of a cash in after hell of defense, and even better I know what it's like to be betrayed. These are things that can really change a person, and since I have to be here on Sunday, I'd like to see Stephanie as she always does, not a wreck of a person.

As for you, Aria, I agree with most of the things you said. Especially with that Ryo and I aren't even a team. We are something that is meant to be just pain in the ass for me. However, I was getting used to that Reggie would never leave me alone after what happened at Final Destination last year. Otherwise, he wouldn't be following me to almost every company trying to kill me. I'd like to say I'm joking, but I can't. Anyway, I'm a little glad to see you again, Aria. Maybe these are not the conditions that I like, but I have always valued you and you were always one of the biggest targets that interested me. It's true that I've dealt with a lot of big names in the last two years, but no one has ever matched Aria Jaxon. A woman who in her career is not particularly close with the taste of failure. Many may get chills just thinking about fighting with you, but I've always appreciated such challenges. Especially since you are like the finish line to me in order to reach the next stage of my career. I couldn't do it over a year ago, but you should be aware of how much of a time it is. I'm not going to throw cheap texts like "You are going to face a completely different man", because this is something that doesn't need words to be confirmed. Everyone has seen with their own eyes how I have grown up as a wrestler over the months, and so have you, Aria.

That's why, if you've ever paid attention to me, you should know that at some point I would come back to you anyway. And even if you think I still can't beat you, Aria, I want to do the impossible. Because I'm not one of those kids who have a bright future ahead of them. Yes, you can talk about Ryo like that, as a promise that he might be able to achieve something in a few years. However, me, Aria? I am the present. I am someone who will write my name near yours sooner than later in the Hall of Champions as OWA World Champion and you will see it with your own eyes. Because as long as this match is just a stupid formality I have to deal with, when I leave this ring my attention will be focused on one thing only. Clash of the Titans and getting my spot at Final Destination.

*The Japanese man pauses for a few seconds before moving to the last part of his speech.*

I know you are not used to the fact that Arata is not particularly interested in title match. The thing is, everyone knows how much I love the weight of gold on my shoulder, but I'm afraid winning this match will add more burden to carry than I would like to have. Especially since I want to start thinking about myself, because I have wasted enough time in the battles with Ashes of the Wake. Therefore, it can be said that my approach is neutral. If I win, I'll have to live with it. If we lose, I don't owe anything to this child anyway. I don't care if he's calling me out again for the next few months. At least maybe he'll find another babysitter, because I'll be far ahead of this bullshit. Believe it or not, but I will be the Main Event of Final Destination.

*A sort of smirk appears on Arata's face, followed by a wink at the camera. Moments after that, the recording ends and the screen fades black.*

Christopher Sabertooth, Matsuda and Mav. have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos January 8th 2021, 4:16 am by **Aria Jaxon**

TWO HALVES OF A WHOLE -- TACOMA, WASHINGTON.

I’ve always been grateful for my ability to compartmentalize.

A psych major might call it disassociating, and shit, they might be right. It might not always be healthy, but I’ve realized that my penchant for pushing things that bother me to the back of my mind and just trying to deal with the task at hand has come in handy more than once. That’s not to say that I’m a robot incapable of processing emotion. It doesn’t mean that I don’t cry at all. It just means that I wait until I’ve ticked off everything on my to-do list before I do it.

Filing away uncomfortable feelings has become the name of the game as of late, which sucks considering the time of year. The “cursed” year of 2020 is in the rearview, Christmas just passed, there’s a whole year of new possibilities on the horizon...and yet, if I let my mind wander for too long, the reality of what we all witnessed at Civil War comes down on me like a ton of bricks. It still kills me to think that this is the timeline we live on, where things like the Great War can even happen.

Where someone like Kenny Drake no longer exists.

Loss can crush people. I know what it’s done to me. I can’t imagine what it’s done to people who were even closer to him than I was. We don’t always have a say in how grief affects us, either. Sometimes, as much as we wanna press on, we just can’t. Luckily for me, I can. As Stephanie and I move closer to another championship defense, that voice in the back of my head that reminds me that I’m walking into a Kingdom locker room without Kenny isn’t loud enough to drown out the one that’s telling me that I still have a job to do. That I have a partner that’s depending on me to pull my weight, and that I’m not half the wrestler I think I am if I can’t stifle it all down and still handle my business. So, onward I go.

The fact that I’m standing here ready to press on doesn’t make me special. Not in this scenario, given who I’m teaming with and who I’m facing. We all had our lives touched by Kenny Drake in different ways. I feel like that might be more something that our opponents this week can lay claim to, as former members of the Frontline. But for all of the buddy-buddy, ride or die shit that other members of the group were preaching, y’all have never quite been able to see eye-to-eye, have you, Arata and Ryo? Time and time again, Stephanie and I have shown just how far we’re willing to go to watch each other’s backs. We’re a team in practice, and you two are a team in name only. I don’t believe that either of you lacks talent, not by a long shot. With you, Arata, I know firsthand just what you can do. With you, Ryo, I know that it would be stupid to write you off. Still, there’s a big difference between existing as two very good wrestlers, and existing as one great cohesive team, and to say you two have a long way to go before you figure out how to do the latter is a huge understatement. Stephanie and I aren’t just a team, we’re the team, and we have the gold to prove it. So if you don’t really fuck with each other, if the Frontline now exists more as a permanent ceremonial brotherhood -- a relic of the war and the trauma that you went through together -- rather than still being an actual thing, why are you here? Why have you chosen now, when you’re scarred by all that you’ve been through, when you could turn your pursuits to singles glory, to challenge the apex of the tandem mountain in OWA? With all that’s happened lately, why would you set yourselves up for a loss that would do little more than pile on? That’s all this will turn out to be. A loss that the two of you will have to shoulder that was never completely necessary. You didn’t have to be here, and honestly, I’m not sure that either of you wants to be. But now that you are, I have to wonder...under what circumstances does a loose alliance take down a well-oiled machine?

I suppose this is where that “trust” comes in, right Ryo? You trust Arata to do his job, but given that he said that he saw you as the weak link of the Frontline, I doubt he trusts you to do yours. I’m not stirring the pot as much as I’m asking you to be honest. He doesn’t “know you’ll move heaven and earth to get the job done” or whatever you said. Arata is fully expecting to come into this match and do the lion’s share of the work. Best case scenario, he thinks, he’ll put either Stephanie or me away and be able to say that he carried you to a title win. Worst case scenario, he’ll at least be able to say that he wasn’t the one pinned. I’m not saying that I agree with Arata when he says these things, because that would be fucked up on my part. I’m just reminding you of how deep the dissension runs. I’m trying to hammer home the point that, when you’re in a tag team match where everything is on the line, there’s no time for anything that could cause the slightest distraction or hang-up. There’s no time for agendas or distrust. All you’re left out there with is yourself, your partner, and a chance at gold...and the odds never lean in your favor when you’re dealing with a partner who would sell you to Satan for one corn chip.

If nothing else, I’m glad that you’re approaching the challenge head-on. That willingness to take on whatever is thrown at you will take you far. Just as you said, you’ve been presented with an opportunity, and that’s all this will turn out to be. An opportunity. A chance to step into the ring with the best tag team in OWA and show just how far you’ve come. Those moments where you and Stephanie will be in the ring together -- the teacher taking on the student -- will probably be what everyone is talking about when it’s all over because the story writes itself. But the knowledge that you got the chance and did as much with it as you possibly could is all that you’ll get out of this. There’s no championship victory at the end of the tunnel to make the last several weeks all worth it. Although there’s a part of me that feels bad, for that, I can’t apologize. That’s the price of doing business. To deny you the crowning moment in OWA that you’re craving comes at the cost of ensuring that Stephanie and I remain champions, and it’s a price that I don’t mind paying.

To say that you’ve got enough talent for two men would just be a figure of speech under any other circumstances, Arata. In this case, however, it’s much more than that. It’s the fate that you’ve resolved yourself to because you firmly believe that Ryo is bound to shit the bed. There’s a chip on your shoulder because you think that you’ve been thrown into a proverbial handicap match...and it’s only true if you want it to be. I’m not disregarding Ryo, and I know that Stephanie thinks the world of him. It seems the only person that isn’t sold on the idea that can hold his own is you. Of course, there’s a big difference between you guys putting us through our paces and you guys managing to snag the championships that we’re so proud to hold, but that goes without saying. Again, I’ve known what it’s like to step into the ring with you. I’ve been subjected to a crash course in what exactly Arata Asakura is capable of.

And I aced the test with flying colors.

To be fair, it’s easy to say that I’m comparing apples to oranges here. We faced off in a random singles match on Kingdom months back and I won. It wouldn’t be completely wrong of you to say that this time is different because there’s actually gold at stake. But if I was willing to put the pedal through the floor just to beat you for no reason at all -- other than bolstering my win-loss record -- what do you think it’ll be like to face me when it’s not that simple? How tough do you think it will be to contend with me now, in a match where you’ve already put yourself at a disadvantage because you don’t even want to breathe the same air as your partner? There’s no denying your talent, Arata. I’ve never been shy about singing your praises, but to come into a match like this, in the tag team arena that we command so convincingly, is to try ice-skating uphill. There’s an unwinnable battle waiting just around the corner for you and Ryo.

When this match is over and the Queens of Wrestling have yet again reaffirmed who the rulers of the tag team scene are, the paths of our talented opponents will once again split at the fork in the road. Arata will continue building the resume of a future legend, and Ryo will walk toward his bright future. Stephanie and I, with our titles in hand, will continue to make history and blaze trails. Together. This is what it is to exist as a cohesive unit, boys. We’ll show y’all what it’s all about when we see you on Kingdom.

Long live the Queens, and long may we reign.

Jeff X, Arata Asakura, Devi Krysis, Mav., The Banshee, Darkane, Hana Nakajima and Noah Reigner have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos January 7th 2021, 10:30 pm by **Natalie Cage**

Natalie Cage

This One's For Kenny

Natalie is sitting in her bar, The Pit. In the wake of her notoriety and stardom, it has become a hotspot of Chicago nightlife. It is normally a bustling scene, celebrities and athletes alike convene here to drink and network. Tonight, it is empty. It has mostly been empty for the last 11 months. COVID-19 has sucked the life from this place. Natalie leans on the bar, looking around at the abandoned interior, a bottle of Jim Beam on-hand.

I built this place up into something great. I made it into a linchpin of this city, and just like that, my accomplishment can be taken away. What used to be a healthy boost in my paycheck’s become a fucking money pit. I’ve paid hand over fist to keep the staff employed through all this. No revenue stream, but the money keeps flowing out of my pockets to keep the blood pumping. When all this shit passes, I’m throwing the biggest fucking party this city’s ever seen. Every cunt from Chicago is invited apart from that nutter Kanye. He can go fuck another YouTube make-up guro or whatever the fuck he’s up to these days.

I was told this place was a bad investment, that I shouldn’t spend my first big wrestling payday on property. Well guess what, numbskulls: God ain’t making any more land, so you might as well buy some. This bar has been the story of my career: responsibility. I’m responsible for my staff. I sign their checks and keep rooves over their heads. They look to me as their leader and every time this place shows an episode of Odyssey or a pay-per-view, they’re watching through clenched teeth. Just one thing goes wrong and their job could go up in smoke. If I’m forced into an early retirement and can’t keep the lights on, what then?

I know they were feeling some kind of way watching Civil War. Jesus Christ, what a shitshow. I’m just gonna put the Natalie Cage persona aside for a second, I’m gonna be real with you…

Natalie takes a big swig from the bottle.

…I’m hurting, I’m hurting real fucking bad. I’ve done it all in this business in the short time I’ve been here. Climbed up to the top and been the man. Fought my own brother in a battle for the ages. I am held in high esteem by my peers, a part of the mythical “Four Pillars of Odyssey”. Me, Dulce, Diantha and Azumi, the women who built this house with our grit and our determination. I’m really fucking proud of that. That right there is the kind of achievement that people live for. In a way, I’m more proud of that than being world champion. Plenty of people have been world champion, fucking HENDRIX was a world champion. But how many people get listed as building blocks? How many professional wrestlers are ranked on the Mt. Rushmore? Well, we know the answer: it’s four. So many people have come through Odyssey and made their mark, but I’m one of only four to be considered in my own tier. Every single day, I wake up with that responsibility on my shoulders. Beyond the guys and gals in the bar, there are millions of fans who tune in to see me. Hundreds of OWA employees who rely on box office attractions like me to keep them employed. The OWA board, whose share prices fluctuate depending on what I do and say.

It’s Hell. You all get to see the fun side and think it’s great. You look at all the money in my bank account, my luxury apartment, my successful business, my own personal gym…you look at all that and think I’m living the sweet life. Well no, because it all goes away if I don’t give a hundred percent every fucking time I get in that ring. I walked into Civil War with all the confidence in the world, as I always do. Just like the year before, I was in the main event slot. I was making main event money and doing main event shit.

What followed was the most demanding, brutal, painful night of my life. I fought in Afghanistan, I got stabbed through my fucking hand and I’d do that shit a thousand times before I took part in another Lethal Lockdown match. The ring was red with blood and that isn’t a fucking exaggeration. There wasn’t one square inch of that canvas without claret on in. We were slipping and sliding everywhere, I could barely fucking see because of all the blood in my eyes. Shit was looking like the finale of Carrie. I had to stand side by side with my allies, with two of the pillars and the champion, and we let a lot of people down. I’m not here feeling sorry for myself, don’t let the booze fool you, I drink like this much most days. No, this isn’t about sympathy, it’s about perspective. What, two days later and Niki’s husband fucking died? Kenny Drake, the toughest son of a bitch there ever was, gone.

And where was Niki during all this? IN THE FUCKING HOSPITAL! ME, DIANTHA, DULCE AND NIKI HAD TO WATCH THAT SHIT FROM OUR BEDS! WE HAD TO CRY TOGETHER WITH BROKEN BODIES AS KENNY DRAKE FELL! I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK ANYONE ELSE WENT THROUGH THAT NIGHT, BUT IT WAS ONLY A FRACTION OF WHAT WE FELT!

2020 was a shitty year for a lot of folk and I’m feeling pretty fucking pissed that we ended it on that note. Those fucking cunts, Demo Corps, the absolute state of it. The four of us have been on the ball our entire careers and on one night, one fucking night, we take our eye off the prize. We had all the tools, all the reason in the world to get the W and instead, we had teams of doctors trying to stop us dying from fucking blood loss. So good luck to em, they get wishes from Viola and my girlfriend’s a generous woman. Whatever dumb shit they come up with, they’ll get. Title shots, raises, me being thrown in prison, it’s theirs.

I have to do what I do best, dust that shit off and move on to what’s next. I had a lot of baggage heading into Lethal Lockdown and as much pain as I’m in, I do feel some closure. I’ve never given anything less than my all and this year won’t be any different. New year, new chances. I said to Viola that I knew exactly what I wanted for my first match of the year. I said that I had to rectify a glaring hole from months ago.

Hey Gwen, sorry I’m only just getting to you, but I had a lot of shit I had to get off my chest. We were booked to face each other last year and I was looking forward to it. I’ve made a point of mixing things up with the new blood around here and our paths are yet to cross. There you were, standing in that ring with your game face on, ready for the biggest match of your career and those bitches beat me down. They kicked my fucking head in and we never got to mix things up. You were pissed, I was pissed, nobody got what they wanted.

Strip away all my accolades, all my bravado and you’ll find a vicious competitor. It wasn’t too long ago that I decimated Llorona in a no holds barred match for the ages and walked away with my hand raised. I will take on the best because I firmly believe that iron sharpens iron. Gwen, you’re talented, you’re tough, you’re athletic and I respect your lifestyle. A lot of the other girls in the locker room look at you like you’re a freak, but we’re cut from the same cloth. We like to hunt, we like the thrill of outsmarting one of nature’s beasts and nourishing ourselves with its flesh. We come from humble backgrounds and here we are, working for the same company with the same goals in mind.

It might surprise you to hear this because I’m usually such a disrespectful cunt, but I like you a lot, Gwen. You’re more real than most of the ass kissers around here. It’s a shame that I’m gonna have to beat you senseless, because I want us to be friends. You’re yet to have your breakout moment here, you keep gaining inches and getting pulled back. You failed to qualify for an Openweight Title shot, you didn’t walk out of Civil War as Goddesses Champion, and you’re not gonna get a big win this week at my expense. After the way things went for me at that show, I am filled with something that you don’t want: venom. There is a rage stirring around that I need an outlet for, and my outlet has always been the arena of combat. I’ve stared men in the eye as I sent them to Hell with a bullet to the chest. I walked into Hell with some of the meanest fuckers in this company and came out the other end.

I smell like smoke because I have been through fire.

You might know loss, you might know pain, but you do not know what it feels like to be the target of everyone’s ambitions. You're right, no matter how many times I lose, I am still Natalie Cage. If you’ll let me switch the persona on a little – I will ALWAYS be the money fight. I don’t slip down the card and become a jobber, I get main events, I get title shots, I get what every woman wants because I reached up, grabbed the brass ring and beat bitches over the fucking head with it!

More eyes are gonna be on you than ever before, Gwen. You’re gonna be in for the most dangerous hunt of your life. You’re not in a forest with the benefit of camo, you can’t stalk me from a distance, I am right up in your face. You wanna talk about me being in your sights? About me being distracted? Oh my dear, sweet Gwen, you have no weapon and no sights. I’m a fucking mountain lion ambushing you on the trail, pinning your down and roaring in your face while you shit yourself. You might get a few cuts in with your knife, but your fate’s sealed: you’re getting mauled.

You think my pain and sorrow is a distraction and that’s understandable. I am not an ordinary woman. On my worst days, I excel. When every single thing in the universe is conspiring against me, success follows shortly after. I asked to face you not for an easy win, but so I can stage a demonstration of what makes me me. Because you are Gwen Harper, the young upstart who is having a tough time shaking off a loss. And I’m Natalie Cage, the woman with more big match experience than ANYONE on this roster. I’ve been in more world title matches and headlined more shows than every fucking person this brand can offer up.

This is it, Gwen, this is the red panty night you’ve been dreaming of. Beat me and you get sent to that next level. You probably get an instant title shot at Becca, you might even get a high number in the Clash. Lose and you’re just one of many names on my resume. Another woman who thought she knew what she was in for but got a rude fucking awakening.

I’m looking forward to this, Gwen. You’re good, great, even…

…But. You. Ain’t. Me.

Natalie polishes off the Jim Beam.

This one’s for Kenny.

Jeff X and Devi Krysis have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos January 7th 2021, 10:08 pm by **Gwen Harper**

Odyssey Promo #1

What should Have Been

The Camera clicks on. Sitting in front of it is Gwen Harper, staring into the lens.

In life there are things that just….

The Camera Clicks off. A few seconds pass and the camera clicks on again, Gwen again is staring into the lens.

Sometimes your aim can be just right….

The Camera clicks off. Again there is silence. As the camera comes back on this time Gwen is sitting slightly further back.

I lost, when all I talked about for weeks was how my shot was true and how I was ready for anything those women threw at me. I lost. I did not live up to my own word. That is something that has been eating away at me this entire Holiday season. And I was close guys, yanno? My fingers were on that leather...I had risen up from a huge fall to get back to that belt. And I was sent down harder and further, And crashed to the outside and laid there helpless to do anything else. I let you all down, I let myself down and I don’t have an excuse or any reason other than I was out hunted by the better woman that night. Becks, damn, I wish it was you having to congratulate me, but that's not how the night played out. So Congrats Becks. You damn well earned it.

Gwen holds up a shot of Whiskey to the camera and smiles, genuinely before downing the shot. Gwen takes a moment to let the shot settle before continuing.

So where does that leave Gwen Harper? It leaves me back at square one. A reboot to the game if you will. Look, I made a lot of claims and did everything I knew to do and came up short yanno? So I need to go back to basics, I need to get back to what I know I can do and I need to start tearing it up week after week with the Ladies of Odyssey and damn well prove I belong here once again. Its back to the Gwen of old, the one that showed up and put down a beating on whoever was across the ring from me. Buckshots and lights out and nothing but big gains and big wins coming my way. Maybe I had too much handed to me too fast. I know it wasn't the pressure that got to me. I can hang with any of these women. So I just got to start probing that once again. This time of year is a good one to refocus in as well. We all know we have the Clash coming up. FD is in the future. Alot of big things are happening and damn if I am not ready to show you all and show the world that I am good enough.

So it's time for me to refocus. Get back on track and refine my skills. I am still the best damn shot on this brand. I am still the goddamn Huntress. I aim to prove that once again. So this Holiday break, All I have been doing is training, fighting, hunting. I am coming back to Odyssey faster, leaner, stronger. I am coming back with a chip on my shoulder. I refuse to be known as the one who couldn't win the big one. And I am done running my mouth and not backing it up.

Which brings me to Odyssey this week….

Gwen stands from where she has been seated and walks away suddenly. The camera shifts and starts to follow her. She makes her way down a hallway in her house and pushes open a door and is outside. Gwen is pacing in her front yard. The evening air visible from her lips as she breathes indicating how cold it must be outside. She appears to be talking to herself more than the camera as it approaches.

I can’t...I can’t do this…

Gwen looks right at the camera.

I want to be running my mouth, saying how I am going to hunt you down Natalie Cage. I want to dig up dirt and I want to name call and all that fun stuff we normally do leading up to our matches. But I have no beef with you, I have no reason to dislike you or be mad at you. And after everything that went down at Civil War, After knowing that you have lost a friend. How am I supposed to sit here and degrade and belittle you? I wasn’t raised that way. I want to comfort you damn I want to tell you how sorry I am. I wish this week would have put me against someone like The Banshee or anyone else...Anyone.

But thats not how the cards played out. I get that yanno? So I wont sit here and run you down Natalie. But I will tell you whats coming.

Gwen adjusts her hair over her shoulder and keeps her eyes on the camera.

What's coming is a fight that you cannot win if you are the slightest bit distracted. Whats coming is a focused and mad woman who had her last target stripped from her fingers. I am coming to Odyssey to make a statement, to make a point that I am not a pushover. It should have been anyone else but you to line up across from me Natalie, but We know why this happened. Our last meeting was canceled, you had other matters taking you away. I remember standing in that ring as you were taken out. In theory this should be the biggest match of my young career. Even after that Ladder match. You are held on a pedestal above most in this division. And yet, I just can’t look forward to this match.

I don’t want to fight a broken, beaten Natalie Cage. I don't want to fight a woman in mourning for her lost friend. I wish I could be fighting you when you are 100%. I just don’t see that happening this week. And if your not at your best, then you are going to be simple work for me. Weakened prey isn't fun Natalie. Our match should be fun. When I beat you I do not want an Asterisk by the win. Yet beating you this week feels like I’m gonna get one yanno? But that's what I am going to do. It's what I have to do Natalie. I have to beat you. I have to take aim and shoot you down even though I don’t want to. You, you are still you if you lose to me. If I lose to you, then it's the same old story of Gwen not able to rise up when faced with someone of your caliber. Frankly, that story has run it course and it is time for the world to know I can show up when it matters. So I am taking this win, I am hunting you down like I have to do because I have to move on from you and I have to do so with momentum because past you is the upcoming Clash and I will be damned if I am limping my way into that battle.

I need this win Natalie. It hurts me to say that too, yanno? I wish I had enough mojo behind me that a loss even to you wouldn't mean much. But All I have been doing of late when the cards are stacked against me is lose. I lost to Alyssa, I lost to Jonetta, I lost the Ladder match and my chance at the Goddesses Title. And what's worse..ALL OF THEM WERE WINNABLE...and I couldn't get it done. It's enough to crack a person's mind Natalie. But I am stronger than that. I know who I am, I know there are tweaks that need made to my game. People even said that I was a wild card. Willing to throw myself into any situation and that's why I always fell short. I took myself out alot of the time, making key mistakes.

I will not make any mistakes versus you Natalie Cage.

I will not throw myself to the wolves and not be prepared to fight till the bitter end. One thing I am learning here in OWA is that while I am the Huntress, I am not the only predator. And thats where I may have been off for so long. I hunted like my opponents were prey to be stalked. But in truth each of us hunts in our own ways. But, there is a reason a Hunter can still take down a Bear, or a lion. Thats because they adapt and they understand that not only are they hunting, but they are being Hunted yanno? I refuse to be prey, for anyone. My defeats were wake up calls. I know how I must change. I need an arrow loaded and a knife at the ready to take any would be attacker down as they charge in.

Natalie, I am coming to Odyssey with one goal in mind. To take down a former women's champion and to stake my spot in the Clash of Titans. You need to be looking over your shoulder because the shot I fire at you, you are not going to hear it, you may not even see it coming. I will take you down and announce a new chapter in the story of Gwen Harper, One where I don’t fall short. I am sorry it has to be you at this time, I am sorry it has to be while you are not at your best. But I am not sorry for having to win. I am not sorry that I am going to walk out of Odyssey better than I walked in by beating you.

Gwen stops pacing and walks right up to the camera.

I know, I know I can lose this match Natalie, I know how good you are, I understand I am making bold claims by saying I will take you down. But know this, know that I am going to do whatever I must to back up my threats and promises. Know that I am going to hunt you down and make you the statement I need to make. Its not personal, its not arrogance or greed, it just needs to happen. Its going to happen.

You're in my sights Natalie Cage, and I will never Miss again.

With her last words Gwen walks off back into her house slamming the door behind her leaving the camera to step back and take a sweeping look around the farmland where Gwen lives before fading softly to black.

Natalie Cage, Jeff X, Devi Krysis and The Banshee have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos January 7th 2021, 9:27 pm by **DampshawIIIఒ**

Reginald enters the grand library of his estate and sits down at his desk. He goes on his computer and does some reading and sends a few emails before turning his attention to the camera set up in the middle of the room.

Before I begin, I just want to make something clear. I didn't book myself a Spartan Championship just because I could, but because I genuinely believe I've done enough to earn another shot at the title. Many have argued that I used nefarious tactics to win the Spartan Championship in the first place but that is neither here nor there. How I won is no longer relevant. What is relevant is the fact that I held that championship with pride. That championship was truly everything to me. I dreamt about it. I could smell the silver and leather. And I want it back. I'm done making excuses about why or how or I lost the title. I still have no love for Arata Asakura but he lost the championship too so at least I could watch him no longer become champion and smile. But I haven't been smiling lately. And I know, why would anyone care? After everything I've done and everything I've said, why would anyone have sympathy for Reginald Dampshaw III? Why would anyone feel bad for what I'm going through? I know everyone is laughing at my pain. I know they wanted this to happen. My sleepless nights. The screams. Seeing him when I close my eyes. But I'll say this. I may not be a good man. I know this. But I am still a man, with flesh and beating heart. Would you have all been as distraught if it was me who lost his life at the Great War? Would there be tweets and condolences and a segment on Kingdom dedicated to me in my memory? This is what I've been plagued with these last few weeks.

Reginald closes his eyes, one of them twitching. The things he sees in his mind are very real and very frightening for him and we can see on his face that it has been affecting him greatly.

Now J.D. I'm not trying to trivialize your pain. I didn't really know Kenny and at times honestly I thought he was a weak individual but he was your brother and I understand that now. We don't need to go into our history together as it's now common knowledge but I can't help but feel this Spartan Championship match may be more than just two men fighting for a belt. I can see your pain. I can see the sadness in your eyes. I hear it in your voice. I understand that maybe I should have given you the week off, that I should have given you some grievance leave. Again, maybe I should have, but I feel like you’re the kind of man who uses wrestling as a means of therapy. You’re the kind of man who needs to fight through this. And listen. If you want to look at me in the ring and see Havoc or any members of the Ashes of The Wake and take out all of your grief and anger on me, so be it. I’ll be that vessel for you. Do we have an understanding?

But if you think I’m going to allow you to simply come in, beat me and retain the Spartan Championship, that’s where our understanding ends. I’m not simply going to lie down for you. I’m not going to allow you to keep me from the Spartan Championship any longer. I’m not going to let anyone keep me from it. As General Manager, I could easily book myself in a World Championship match whenever I wanted and however many times I wanted. Believe me, I want a piece of Havoc more than anyone, and one day I *will* become World Champion, but right now, I desperately need my Spartan Championship back. I crave it. I wish it wasn’t you, J.D. I really do. I wish it was Arata Asakura or even Jeff X. I wish I didn’t have to beat you. I wish I didn’t have to pin your shoulders to the mat and have you waking up realizing you lost your belt. I don’t want any more sadness for you J.D. I truly don’t. I don’t want you to deal with loss more than you already are, but...chalk this up to you being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Reginald sighs It appears having to defeat and embarrass J.D. has been weighing heavily on his mind and it’s not something he really wants to do.

When I became Spartan Champion, I promised to myself that I would be the greatest Spartan Champion of all time, and that promise was stripped away from me prematurely. 117 days. Only one successful defense. It’s embarrassing. It’s humiliating. And I’ll never forget it. I can’t feel that again. Don’t make me feel that embarrassment again, J.D. I’m trying to help you. I’m trying to give you a chance to release all of your negative emotions and heal yourself. But that isn’t going to be easy. It’s going to be hell and you’re going to be put through physical and emotional torture. You’re going to go through things that are going to make you feel like giving up, but in the end, it is all going to be worth it. You *will* leave Sunday night no longer a champion, but that loss will be another part of the therapy. Through great adversity comes strength. Only when we lose everything can we gain the world.

Reginald logs off his computer and stands up from his desk.

I know you don’t truly grasp this yet but this is going to be really good for both of us, Ryan. You are going to feel so healed and like an intense weight has been lifted from your shoulders. I’m happy to do this for you, truly. But really, it isn’t for you. It’s for Kenny. Out of respect. May he rest in peace.

Reginald flashes a short smile and bows his head before walking over to the camera and shutting it off.

J.D. Damon and Emmanuelle have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos January 7th 2021, 9:27 pm by **Emmanuelle**

Well well well! What do we have here, a pervert stalker cameraman here filming one of my private training sessions? Who sent you, Revy? OWA? LAW? Oh, well, it doesn’t matter. I’m taking a break anyway. Get over here to the wrestling mat and sit down. Yeah...right there.

Now, I’m guessing that thing is on and I have an audience of some kind, right? Very good. Now, before we went on Holiday, Civil War happened. People died, Wrestlers wrestled, and the Demolition Corps did exactly what we all said we would do. Jonetta Stone, the future World Champion of Odyssey, came through with the clutch victory when it came down to just her and Dulce. We were bloodied, we were in a lot of pain, but guess what? We now hold all the keys to the kingdom. The Athena’s Cup is in Jonetta’s reliable possession still and the four of us all have four favors that our lovely General Manager Viola must deliver to us provided that it is within her power to do so. I’ve been thinking about what I want with my demand, but I’m not sure. I could easily just demand a World Title match, take advantage of a grieving widow and tap her out and become Champion. But where’s the fun in that? Besides, the World Championship is not what I’m after. Not here. Jonetta or Llorona can have that. I’m not sure my tag partner Revy thinks she’s capable of winning it but if she is she can have it. My demand has a little more sentimental value behind it.

Maybe I should go about getting that Openweight Championship match that I was contractually promised that OWA never delivered on? It seems like the quality of champions just gets worse and worse and it could desperately use some prestige? Or maybe I should demand a third championship on Odyssey? We could go old school and have an actual World Television title with a Time Limit. I’m sure most of you are too young to remember when matches had a time limit of “TV Time Remaining”, aren’t you? Fucking children…

Oh, there are some individuals that I would love to get my hands on. Alyssa Grace, the now-former Goddesses Champion. I don’t like her attitude and I’m still very salty about losing a match to her that everyone in the world knows I had won. Maybe I could use my opportunity to square away my issues with the Queens of Wrestling. Well, Aria and I don’t particularly have issues as much as I want to beat her again...but everyone knows that Cloudy girl and I have a long, very complicated history. While we’ve managed to find bits and pieces of understanding enabling us to coexist, most of the time we’ve spent around each other is us beating the shit out of each other. There’s a weird tension there and honestly at least on Stephanie’s end it’s pretty damn sexual. You remember how she essentially threatened to Dom me before our match in Mexico City, right? That shit was very weird.

Anyway, it’s fitting that I mention the Queens of Wrestling because our opponents this week FAILED to beat them and some other tag team I’m not even interested in mentioning for the OWA World Tag Team Championships at Civil War. Azurine Vebbins and Devi Krysis. This match is frankly a waste of the Demolition Corps time, of AK-47’s time. Everyone knows what the outcome will be, even the people who made this match. It’s going to end with me or Revy choking one of these morons out in the middle of the ring. I think one of them even had the audacity to ask “What is so different about this version of AK-47?”

I’ll tell you!

Revy and Mizuko, as entertaining as they are, never really meshed as well as they should have. Maybe it was the language barrier, maybe Miz-chan wanted to secretly strangle Revy, I don’t know. But what I do know is that Revy and I have run the whole fucking gamut when it comes to a professional relationship. We’ve fought each other to the point we started to understand and respect each other and now we’re full time teammates. Our chemistry is off the charts! Did you not see how we functioned at Civil War? Hell, we’re even an elite commentary team! Check out LAW’s Sin City PPV, Miracle on 34th Street Match. We were utterly outstanding, deserving of our own show in all honesty.

In the ring, I am a consummate tag team wrestler. It’s my specialty. I’ve teamed with numerous partners and on three occasions I have been a tag team champion. With Revy here and a certain former “Cutest Wrestler In The World” as my partners here and elsewhere, I’m pretty sure numbers four and five are in short order. You can be a plodding heavyweight, a dumb-as-rocks moron like Diantha Rosso, a green ass rookie like Jael Arcana-Rosario was, I can mesh styles with anyone. Revy is a perfect compliment to my style too. She’s wild, unpredictable, cunning. Most of you are probably aware that I am the most ruthless technical wrestler of all time. The two of you, Azurine and Devi, there’s no hope for you in this match. I don’t care if you follow Stark’s training regimen, the Road Warrior Workout, Tae Bo or study from the Abridged Book of Ninja Fighting, there’s no preparation for anything like what we are going to bring to you.

And then, Devi you have the NERVE to say that YOU are going to win these Clash of the Titans!? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You have a better chance of going outside and getting struck by lightning and being hit with a car at the same time than winning the Clash. Don’t you know the field is probably going to be littered with the Demolition Corps? Could you imagine it?

Revy vs Jonetta Stone?

Llorona vs Jonetta Stone? That would be a hell of a rematch. They had an outstanding final in the Athena’s Cup tournament and they would surely top anything we’ve ever seen at Final Destination.

Or...what if I did something unprecedented? What if April Song won the Clash and used her victory to propel her to another title match besides the World Championship? Well, as much as I like thinking about all the possibilities for Demo Corps, you Devi shouldn’t have such fanciful ideas. You’re not winning the Clash, hell, when I’m finished with you and your partner neither of you may even MAKE it to the Clash, much less be participants in it. 2020 was probably one of the more difficult years that I have endured. Championships were lost, opportunities were squandered. Friendships were sacrificed. But with how the year ended and how 2021 began elsewhere, I’m more than optimistic.

I’m confident.

All the chess pieces are in proper position. We control the board, we control the narrative and nothing is going to change that now. The Pillars are all but destroyed, clinging to their last bits of relevancy in a desperate attempt to remain relevant. Diantha can howl, Dulce can mumble all she wants but we all know the truth: they’re BROKEN. With them out of the way, there is absolutely nothing strong enough to stand in the way of the four of us building the Odyssey landscape in our design. Plus, you know what makes me even happier about it, the idiot who tried to curtail our influence is now the tool by which all the wonderful shit that’s about to happen on Odyssey in the Year of our Lord 2021 is possible!

Who knows, maybe we get finished with our objectives ahead of schedule and Revy and Myself go about making the disgrace that is OWA’s tag team division better by relieving the Princess of Puroresu of their fraudulent titles and making those belts actually mean something. I think after battering the most recent contenders and leaving them in pools of their own blood that would make for a pretty fair case for a title shot, no? Oh, one more thing, Azurine, did you know that Saturday is “National Make a Bitch Tap Out Day”? Yep. It is, look it up. I swear it’s a legitimate thing. What I want you to do is get your wrist and hand ready to find something to tap out on. Make sure that movement is in good order, please. I mean, I don’t even know what submission I’m going to use yet, but I do know that one is coming. You look like one of those bitches that likes getting put in holds anyway, like you get off to pain. Plus, trying to listen to you talk is like listening to Gwen Harper if she were an Alien with a learning disability. It's grating, confusing and hilarious all at once. Like, who talks like that? Who pronounces words like that outside of West Virginia and parts of Arkansas?

I’ve wasted enough valuable time commenting on this absolute mismatch of a match. You have two of the most surgical operators in the wrestling world against a meathead and a Twitter darling. This is not going to end well. Now, if you all will excuse me, I need to finish my workout and make a list of all the submissions that I’m going to put Devi and Azurine in just to amuse myself this weekend. Now….off you go. Go annoy someone else.

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

Static Electricity Day January 7th 2021, 9:02 pm by **AzurineVebbins**

The following promotional material opens with a rationally-rash redhead plainly palming two plasma globes. In order to maintain efficient electricity, “Da Vivacious Variable” Azurine Vebbins rumbas in place while sporting satin stockings. She starts speaking about her tag-team tussle with Devi Krysis versus a reassembled AK-47 once each candy apple red tendril on her scalp ascends in joint jubilation.

Azurine Vebbins: Happy Ordo-dox Christmas, folk. Considerin’ we didn’t lock up much durin’ da holidays last mond, I decided to meet up wid Devi a couple days early. It’s a pleasant, yet not quite peachy, day here at dis secluded science exhibit in Portland. I state dat since Krysis and I shall tango on National Apricot Day dis upcomin’ Saturday night. It’s quite da flavorful fruit, y’know? Still, one half of Acupuncture Kinesiology named Revy replied back via tweet on New Years Eve MMXX: “Peaches are better.” She may believe it’s a new year, new dance partner, new her, but da same result will occur. I hy-pod-e-size Revy bein’ gifted a cold shoulder by April Song and den immediately blurtin’ “Brrr.” Dey might meet-cute over mocktails, but do our rivals share innate intangibles?

Dose dames don’t lightnin’ strike me as havin’ rosy cheek, whipsmart cracklin’, charismatic chemistry coursin’ wid va-va-voom voltage ’round deyr veins. Conversely, when grapplin’ wid “Da Untamed Bloodwolf,” she radiates solar flare levels of such sparks. Indeed,dis recalibrated AK-47 might sound like an excitin’ experiment. Could generate a joule of a joygasm for certain chanters. However, when da time transpires for supplyin’ astoundin’ amperage...your attention automatically tilts towards Da Howlin’ Halos doesn’t it, folk? Every hot tag our positive pairin’ performs illuminates your individual interest, right? Right. It’s simply shockin’ given deyr’s a sin’-le crystal-clear conclusion: Devi Krysis and Azzy Vebbs are captivatin’-ly creative when competin’ under controlled conditions.

Mrs. Vebbins ceases transmission upon lifting her fingertips from the otherworldly orbs. She then proceeds to double blink and raise her left pollex up.

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

(The scene opens to an wooden podium with a microphone at the top, standing in front of the OWA Odyssey logo backdrop. After a few moments, a well dressed African-American dwarf/little person walks out with a cane by his side. He is dressed in a white three-pieced suit with a gold chain with a dollar sign in the center on his chest. He has long braided dreadlocks each individually and neatly braided as they flow elegantly down past the middle of his back. He steps up onto a step up platform and assumes his place behind the podium. Standing behind him is a tall and muscular looking woman, with long fire red hair, standing at about 6'4, and is very muscular but she is wearing non wrestling attire and mirror shade Oakley sunglasses, and a long red hooded leather trench coat standing stoic and emotionless.)

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children, piss ants, and peons of the OWA Locker room, my name is Kevin Edward LeBrock, and I am the advocate for the tall drink of red-headed badassary that you see before you, the green-eyed demon that will set foot inside a OWA wrestling ring this week on Odyssey is the single biggest irresistible force of nature that will not only turn the entire OWA in on it's head but lay waste to every single Superstar wrestler that crosses her path. She is the dominating, eviscerating, annihilating, unstoppable Fem-Phenomenal baddest bitch on the mother F'n planet Earth. Feast your eyes, grab your cellphone cameras and for those of your that with the benefits of flash photography. This is the woman that will not only run rough shod to the entire Odyssey locker room, but melt down the Twittersphere, set Instagram a blaze, Facebook is about to lose it's mother helping humping minds, and the internet will crash harder than Patrick Mahommes crashing a perfect spiral through your collective television sets. I give you NAKITA DUBOV!"

(LeBrock pauses as the camera pans to survey the stature of Nakita DuBov, before continuing on.)

"Now, this woman hails from Phoenix, Arizona. She stands at 6'4 inches tall, and weighs in currently at 185 lbs. She is the woman that will come in with a championship mentality and a chip on his shoulder that will not rest until she has systematically climbed through the entire entire division until she has claimed both the OWA Goddesses Championship title, and the Women's World Title. She will keep what she kills, ascend to her throne, and you will bare witness to the single most dominating title reign that the OWA has ever bared witness, and it all starts this week on Odyssey when Nakita sets foot in the ring against the likes of Liz Karlson and Monica Monroe. Two little birds for the price of one where Nakita will skull crack their pretty lil faces right from off of their necks. You have yet to see the sights of such ruthless and utter domination until you have seen Ms. DuBov in action and after you have seen physically and decisively dismantle the likes of Monroe and Karlson in the center of the ring, you will see that domination has a face and that face is the physical manifestation that is Nakita DuBov."

"The families of Monica Monroe and Liz Karlson, my most sincere condolences to the loss of your daughters for their swift dispatches from any future Christmases will be felt for years to come but their mangled bodies will serve as a testimony to the entire OWA locker room of one simply but fatal rule they will never forget and that is...

DON'T FUCK WITH NAKITA DUBOV!

"So be warned, be scared, oh be really afraid, sleep with one eye opened and grip your pillow real tight because The Fem Phenom will be forever haunting all of your dreams. Thank you for your time. Good fight, and good night. I'm Kevin Edward LeBrock and you've been warned. Cheers to all of you and your many, many, many sleepless nights. Thank you."

(The scene fades out as Kevin LeBrock and Nakita DuBov turn on their heels and march off with their heads held high.)

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

Re: OWA Promos January 7th 2021, 4:11 pm by **Alyssa Grace**

Come a little closer.

The future looms large for you and I, there's no doubt in my mind about that. However, it's not going to be dependent on how much we succeed or fail. Or at least for me, it's rather going to be dictated by how I put things in perspective based on the results. As I started rising in the ranks, and started to capture the attention of both the OWA Universe and my peers alike, I was never dependent on the results. I was always focused on the journey itself as the results naturally came. For a majority of last year the midcard was at my mercy. There was nobody strong enough to impose their will upon me, but all the same, I was still able to put it all in perspective and use each experience as a springboard for the next, fully realizing that even then I still had a ways to go before I was to start crowning myself as this future paragon at the top of a brand. I was able to figure out what it took to succeed at that tier, and I proved that what I had already learned had been key as to why I was able to stay above competition from that tier comfortably. I've come to the conclusion that this experience is the one I need at the moment, or else I wouldn't be having it. I have been very vocal in the past about how I adjusted to things here easier than some others, I've never shyed away from admitting that perhaps I have had a smoother road than the large majority of the people I work alongside with. It's a fact, I settled in here fast and now, almost a year later I'm facing the adversities that many face in the early stages of their career. If you're expecting some kind of in depth response about that point, you won't be getting one because I've said all I can say. As I think about it, maybe that's the reason why I act in the somewhat reckless manner I do. I'm a fighter, I've always been a fighter. The few times I have been at leisure, I've also been miserable. I want challenges, I crave them. I don't think we can make that any clearer. It's safe to say that you are the biggest challenge I've faced to date. There I said it. You have pushed my buttons like no other. You have forced me to open my eyes and in a few months time, I'll look back on this all and laugh, maybe I'll be glad that things panned out this way. Maybe. There is no such pain that we suffer, no such trial that we experience that is wasted, life offers us the same luxury, our consciousness being soothed by our own evolution. From an inward standpoint based from all the experience that I've been accumulating from day one of walking into this company, each bit of it has been instrumental in developing the belief, patience, faith, fortitude, and humility that defines me at this moment and time. I've developed. gained in courage, strength, and have evolved far more than what people believe. My philosophy has been the biggest factor in my growth and maturity, regardless if you can see it or not. The experiences I've been through haven't stunted my growth, they've in fact helped tremendously in assuring my place here as one of the building blocks for the future of this company, and it continues with each new experience in my forward progress. In your mind I haven't truly been tested, but see therein lies the problem with your reasoning that ultimately lead you to make the conclusions that you have about me. See, even though the loss at Civil War was initially a hard one to swallow, I did so with relief, because I knew I could recover from it mentally. It may have taken more time physically to recover thanks to you but bouncing back is what true champions do, we suck it up and we move on. Bad things happen sometimes, yes, and there are setbacks, but we don't have to allow ourselves to fall apart and die. I don't do that to myself and I never will. In those very moments I will come through and prove the world to be wrong, just like I'm going to prove you to be wrong this week doing it my way. Why? Because I believe in myself. I believe in my approach, and I know it's helping me get to where I seek to be, to what I desire to be known for in this company when it's all said and done. Since you can't see that, I have no problem showing you this Saturday night.

What does Alyssa Grace consider success to be? It's a good question, for success is one of the several subjective things about this business, to me, personally success is not winning every single match, it's not winning and chasing titles, it's not standing here and screaming superiority over the playing field, whilst those are nice bonuses, side quests if you will, they aren't requirements to be successful, at least not for me. To me, success is leaving a match with my name on peoples lips, to be successful I have to be remembered. If I can leave this industry one day knowing that I have created, participated in, won and lost some of the most intense, engaging, storytelling battles then in my heart, in my mind and in my soul I will consider myself successful. I want to be immortal. I strive for immortality but not in the way everyone believes. No, I don't want to be immortal in the way those creatures from my childhood memories were. Those creatures my mother would speak to me about during the night while I was still a child, having my head filled with stories of a fantasy world. A world where beings whose ethereal forms never died — who lived on as physical organisms for all eternity. No, my wishes aren't so trivial and unobtainable. What I want is something so much more than that. Even after nothing but my ashes remain upon the ground and not a single thing of mine remains upon the earth, even after my soul ventures on to another world unknown to me or on to an abyss of nothingness, I want to live on. Not as a living, breathing, walking being but as a part of someone's memory. I am always going out there to win, make no mistake about it. I will always compete to win, but should I not succeed that's not going to mentally mess with my psyche, because really that's a choice one makes when they fail. They can either allow the results to be an indictment against them, or they can use it as fuel for the next time they are slated to go out to the ring in search of the result they desire. The ones that fail? They usually have the same small mindset where they don't have the patience to wait for their moment, not willing to work their asses off, barely a backbone to speak of. They fail to allow as their minds to see the finer points as being intrinsically apart of their work. So anxious to create some fabricated destiny from day one, most of which don't understand what real hard work is.

I'd rather lose this fight on my own than win with help. I'm a stubborn, prideful piece of shit when I want to be and right now I have to be. Not because I have anything to prove to myself but because I want to prove to you and prove to the world that I have formed my connections and my relationships because I wanted to, not because I had to and also to prove that I am more than capable of not only surviving but excelling on my own. I will freely admit that the arm injury took me down, but I cannot in good conscience ever admit that it took me out. I have forgotten spots in matches before because I was literally unconscious and yet managed to escape. You think I am making excuses, all I am doing is proving a point that I have survived much worse. This is your moment to prove me wrong, to step into the ring and shut me up, to back up all that shit talking and tell the world that you are better than Alyssa Grace, at least on this night, yet much like in life, there will always be dreamers who think like Walt Disney, if they can dream it, they can do it, but when you face me, I tend to turn those into nightmares. If something happens to me, I make sure that the cause of that something knows that something will happen to them in return. I don’t think you have stopped to really assess what I bring to this match and how badly I not only want but need to win. I don’t see you as an underdog, always incapable of defeating the top talent, and this is to be a big win for you, right? A win over a top Main Eventer on this brand? Over my dead body. What happens when I walk out with my hand raised? What happens when I look right into your eyes, smiling and knowing that every single lie, every single slander and fabrication that you have done without even taking the time to listen clearly to my words, is not only disrespectful, it is downright bush league, shoved right back down your throat?

Unlike so many others, I get it. The Threat of the Banshee is very real. But the one mistake you're making is the one I am refusing to make. It seems like you have a chip on your shoulder, you truly believe that I am primed for defeat, that my choices are going to come back to haunt me when you will capitalize on it. So for me, this is the moment in time where I not only need to prove you wrong but I need to remind the world just the hell I am. I don’t see you as someone to make me look good or enhancement talent, I would never classify you as anything less than prominent and capable of breaking me in half which I must admit excites me. Oh no, I look at you, even if you do not want to believe in any of the words that come out of my mouth, hear them, fear them or ignore them, I don’t give a shit, for I will make you my canvas and create a masterpiece of one of the hungriest, hardest working and yet complacent wrestlers in OWA…. do not think that I say this in madness but in fever and excitement. You may be on a mission. The Banshee yearns to be better than Alyssa Grace, and yes, The Banshee wants to erase all doubt that she can beat Alyssa Grace. I have no hesitation or dispute that you will try your best to make all those claims’ actuality. I welcome you try. Now is the time to finally show the world just how damn good you are.
But when it is all over, the fans, friends, strangers will all be at the same consensus….

The Banshee was damn good. But not good enough.

There is only one narrative to our story.

I win. You Lose.

The End.

VaeVictisBD, Jeff X, Emmanuelle, The Banshee and Darkane have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos January 7th 2021, 1:33 pm by Hassan Nasrallah

Hassan Nasrallah. Two words that will prey on your mind for the rest of 2021. It's one night before your debut match against Mayson Knox, "New Nas", why has it taken you so long to speak? Well that, is easily answered with another question of my own for OWA. Why has it taken you so long to acknowledge me? I saw that quick little vignette but where's the grandiosity, the hyperbole? You've got a talented bunch of designers and editors, I could have had my video done by now - I could have four videos done by now but OWA decided to close for Christmas. Do you know how arrogant that looks of you? Pandering to the many, forgetting about the few? I've made no secret of my religious beliefs so you all KNEW Hassan Nasrallah wasn't going to be doing anything over the Christmas period but business was closed. OWA left a rising star on the sidelines whilst the others rested on their laurels and as soon as they came back, it's like they never left - everyone's got their shit sorted. But what about me? Me and my opponent, the latter who has disappeared and will probably receive a last minute text and show up to Olympus with two-left feet and his tail between his legs. I'm going to be real with you. I don't care what happens tomorrow night, frankly you don't deserve Hassan Nasrallah on top form for overlooking him for so long. You're going to tell me that I'm too late, well YOU OWA were late. Christmas came up and the Americans celebrated, the Europeans celebrated, some Africans, some Asians. But Saudi Arabia waited. Egypt waited. Palestine. Jordan. Oman, Yemen, Libya. All of those countries forced to wait during times of uncertainty just because some groupies wanted a rest and the production team wanted to stuff their fat asses on twinkies and mince pies. My debut night has an aura of calamity, of failure... but that's not my fault, that's yours. If you turn on the engine of a sports car and leaving it running, do you think it's going to stay put for so long? Nah, I had shit to do and I'm going to have to accept that Friday night will come with some sort of consequences for my lack of preparation... but from the next day onward, everyone in OWA will have to meet consequences for my plight. For my people's plight. We starved for WEEKS whilst you feasted away in the holidays. Your greed will be your downfall and I promise you that I'm going to revel in every beatdown I'm going to administer from hereon.

(SORRY, IMAGINE THIS IS AS A CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT POST-DEADLINE TING)

VaeVictisBD has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos January 7th 2021, 4:35 am by **The Banshee**

Odyssey Promo #2

When You Wish Upon A Star…

The camera opens up inside an empty Odyssey ring, apparently within the darkened Moda Center in Portland, Oregon, the site of the next live Odyssey show. An audio recording of “When You Wish Upon A Star,” as sang by Cliff Edwards (the classic Disney voice of Jiminy Cricket), plays over the sound system. As the lyric “... dreams… come… true” plays over the speakers, a flash of light illuminates the arena. Crows are perched all along the ring ropes, as well as the backs of various seats throughout the empty arena. The Banshee appears in the middle of the ring, holding a microphone, as the camera quickly zooms in on her.

“Within the confines of THIS… VERY… RING… there will be two names to ring in the main event of Odyssey for 2021… Alyssa Grace… and… The Banshee… It’s not Dulce Torres, Diantha Rosso, or any former has-been's less successful sister in the main event… There’s not one single member of the Demolition Corps in Odyssey’s main event… It’s just us, Alyssa… Do you know what that says to everyone else? We are the cream of the crop in the OWA… and we don’t need championship belts or tournament trophies to represent ourselves as such! Do you think that The Banshee has her sights set on a title belt right now? No, because there is no longer a need for any such thing… The Banshee and Alyssa Grace are still the hottest names in the OWA! There’s a reason Niki Khan or Rebecca Brookes aren’t defending gold in the main event… They don’t draw seats on the same scale as us, even with a championship strapped over their shoulder! But am I satisfied with that? My answer, Alyssa, is probably the same as yours… I’m nowhere near satisfied yet!”

“We are the main event because we are the best. Period. But that’s where our similarities end, bitch… You talk about constantly climbing the ladder of adversity just like me, but you haven’t actually seen much “adversity” since you won the Goddesses Championship last year. However, I’ve… or rather, Morrighan, has lost plenty of matches last year, some fairly… some questionable, but no one ever remembers the details… only the records… and your record has hardly any blemishes on it… But now, you’ve finally eaten your first plate of humble pie, and you clearly hate every bite you’ve been forced to shovel, spoon by spoon, down your wretched gullet… To put it simpler for you... compared to others here, that ladder you’ve been “climbing” is extremely short, something that wouldn’t intimidate a child with a fear of heights… That’s not saying you’re not worthy of the accolades that you constantly remind us about every time you run your mouth, but let’s not compare our journeys here, because it’s quite obvious we’ve had very different beginnings coming up through Odyssey…”

“The fact of the matter is this: you’ve yet to beat The Banshee… As I stated before, you won’t have anyone to help you this time… But you’re Alyssa Grace, right? You’re GUARANTEED TO WIN!!! A victory over The Banshee is a foregone conclusion! That’s what the locker room says… that’s what the pundits and commentators are saying… It seems that whenever Alyssa Grace fights in a match, every opponent is automatically considered some longshot underdog… You claim that a champion like you doesn’t let what others think affect your own strategy, but is that really the truth? You didn’t take me seriously before, and that led to me nearly breaking your arm, damaging it enough that you couldn’t manage to keep your belt at Civil War! You claim that arm injury is perhaps the biggest “insult” that you’ve suffered at my hands, but again… I’m not trying to offer insults or slander like so many of your opponents have tried in the past… Slandering doesn’t get under my skin much, so why would it affect you? Yet you still called me a “cunt,” because your boyfriend is so fond of that word… So clearly, I’ve already succeeded at finding ways to burrow myself under your skin, no matter how much you try to publicly deny it….”

“You admit that you have your own little “obsession,” one that’s been a bit problematic for you… your so-called “slight obsession with success.” What do you define as “success?” Yes, you had a very historic run as the Goddesses Champion, but is winning titles your only definition for “success?” Maybe it became an obsession for you... because winning so often “normalized” it for you? You don’t taste defeat very often, and as I predicted, you absolutely hate that bitter and disgusting taste of failure… It’s a taste that real winners NEVER become accustomed to… But you’ll have to grow to like it, because you’ll taste it once again this Saturday night after I serve you an entrée of despair and pain… and for dessert, you’ll be forced to swallow another helping of defeat at the hands of The Banshee!”

“Morrighan may’ve thought she was the best, but as for me, I’m much more of a realist… I don’t think I’m the VERY BEST in the business… at least, not yet... But that can all change this Saturday night, can’t it? Winning or losing doesn’t matter much to The Banshee, but only a fool couldn’t see how a win over the amazing Alyssa Grace can propel my own career to the proper status that it deserves. However, until the day that The Banshee is declared the winner over Alyssa Grace, I can never officially state that I'm the very “best,” even though I’m absolutely better than the majority of the entire OWA locker room, which is still sadly polluted with fossils that can’t let it go, taking up spots that belong to a superstar like me. Alyssa, just promise me one thing: once I finally have my hand raised in victory after leaving you bloodied and left for dead inside the center of this ring… promise me that you’ll acknowledge me as YOUR SUPERIOR!”

“Alyssa, you claim that a win for you will allow you to finally “end the nightmare” that I brought you into… You continue to surprise me with your sheer naivety… Did you honestly think that any outcome will “end the nightmare” for you? And yes, it’s “your nightmare,” because I’ve been rather enjoying myself at your expense… your suffering sustains me, after all! No Alyssa, regardless of how Saturday night ends… THE NIGHTMARE WILL CONTINUE! You forget that you’ve disrespected The Banshee on countless occasions… did you foolishly believe that those slights would simply be forgiven or forgotten? Newton’s Law states that, for every action, there is a REACTION… and The Banshee’s Law states that it takes “only a single action” to earn several punishments too horrible to describe in any language, and come Saturday night, you will suffer those consequences as I grind your bones into paste using only my hands and a mortar-and-pestle. This nightmare hasn’t really begun, even, so why would I choose to end it prematurely? You are honestly just… too… much… fun! Giving me the opportunity to torture you is like giving a gorilla a baby kitten… it’s going to only end badly for one, and in this case… you’re my little kitten… just pray I don’t get bored with you, because that’s when the nightmare will truly begin…”

“It’s interesting to hear you offering wisdom, because your desire to tangle with Odyssey’s Greatest Threat is a clear sign that you don’t often make the wisest decisions… But you were correct about how big a lie it is when adults tell children that “wishing upon a falling star” can make all your dreams come true… Wishing is just laziness for those who aren’t willing to put in all the necessary work in order to make their deepest desires become a reality… However, maybe there is more to this “wishing” thing than what I initially thought… After all, I wished for the opportunity to stomp on Alyssa’s guts until blood shoots out of her mouth like a highly-pressurized geyser of steam, and right after Christmas… Santa grants me the only thing I had on my list! And by chance, if there is a little Finn growing inside Alyssa's belly at that moment... and it gets stomped back into a bloody fetus as a result... well, that's just the cherry topping on a delicious sundae! So you see, Alyssa… maybe Disney had it right when they wrote that song, because once I saw it was The Banshee vs. Alyssa Grace in the Odyssey Main Event… my dreams actually did come true! And as a personal bonus, I also get to continue your waking nightmare personally, and with no outsiders poised to save your skin from getting flayed off your pathetic bones! The Wraith of the Ring now haunts the top of the OWA, and the first soul I get to devour in 2021 is Alyssa Grace’s... Proof that I didn’t need a falling star or magical lamp to make my wishes a reality!”

“Finally, I found it very interesting that Alyssa Grace elected to compare The Banshee with Jesus Christ… That Alyssa doesn’t need to be Judas, John, or Joseph to know that this match will be The Banshee’s “Last Supper.” Only one person will be feasting on disappointment this Saturday, and that one person is Alyssa Grace… or Judas, apparently… Isn’t that how you started dating Finnegan Wakefield? Didn’t you, like Judas, sell yourself for a few measly coins? Or perhaps you can be better compared to Mary Magdalene, because you both were whores that tried to attach themselves to people clearly above your station? Finnegan, do you truly desire this little strumpet, or would you rather graduate to a real woman? Tell you what… why don’t you come to my hotel room one night, and I’ll show exactly what a real woman can do…”

“Alyssa, you claim to be prepared to “dance with the devil” because you plan to unleash your own “hidden devil” inside… I’m glad to see that you FINALLY ADMIT that you’ll need something special on Saturday night just to SURVIVE… But sadly for you… I left my dancing shoes at home… And I’m beyond devils and demons, just in case you need a reminder as to WHO AND WHAT I AM!!! You may arrive in Oregon looking to “tango and twist,” but I’m already here looking to pulverize and punish the very best in the OWA… Yes, Alyssa Grace… in my opinion, you are the top Odyssey superstar… perhaps one of the top OWA superstars of all time… There’s a reason you became my obsession… You are very impressive, tough, and possess a very rare blend of skills and athleticism… But you’ve only glanced upon the despair and torment that surrounds me at all times, so don’t think that tasting defeat once suddenly makes you a more humble, wiser, and understanding person…"

"Making you bleed will practically be an orgasmic experience for me, so please forgive me if I don’t stop smiling even when you are seconds… inches… from death… because the destruction of Alyssa Grace has never made me feel so alive before!”

“No more warnings… No more praise… No more talk…”

“Alyssa Grace, bring your best. Leave no excuses. For I will do the same…”

“Your career… will end the same way as your eventual eulogy…”

“Alyssa Grace was the very best… until The Banshee came along… and sent the Crimson Combatant to her final rest!”

The camera zooms out as “Living Dead Girl” by Rob Zombie plays over the speakers. The countless crows start scattering all over the arena. The Banshee stretches out her arms, becoming engulfed in crows that start flocking towards her. However, another large flash of light causes the crows to scatter again, leaving an empty place where The Banshee once stood. In place is a photo of Alyssa Grace, with a red “X” marked over both her eyes. The feed then cuts to black.

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

Kingdom promo #2 January 7th 2021, 3:01 am by Solomon Caine

“ Every day that passes, I see more and more of this world falling apart just as I had warned you all it would. And As I looked upon the world as it began to burn, I saw it in anarchy. I saw misery, and strife. I saw people in poverty rummaging in the filth for anything they could find to quell the rumbling in their stomachs. I saw those who were afflicted by the plague that has spread across the world, spending every moment in pain, wondering if the next strained gasping breath would be their last. And I saw hatred and ignorance, and disgust, and lawlessness when those people rose up against their government. When they pleaded to keep themselves bound and shackled to a great fool in service to a fool they revere as a god! A man who with but one word created such chaos. I how such small embers create huge fires. Do you expect him to save you all? He couldn’t even save himself from the days that are coming. All his power and all his money cannot buy him safety nor peace of mind. The same applies for all of you. You all brag and boast, and argue, and strive for what amounts to dust in the end. And yet through it all there was one man who saw all this and stood by in Reverent, stunned, silence at everything he was witnessing. Like a man who stands on the shore waiting to be swallows up by the tide, He realized a man cannot push back against what has and has accepted his fate to swallowed alive. Michael Bishop I speak of none other than yourself. My patience has worn thin, and my disgust of you has grown more and more with each passing day. What has turned you into such a waste? Is this why the ones who sent me have brought you to my feet? A spineless, toothless worm, how could you let this become you? Have you no backbone? I spoke and expected you to rise up, all I heard was Silence in return. Are you simply looking to lay down and die? Do you think it will be so easy? Do you think that I will simply wash over you, take your title, and leave you free to go about your life? I warned you already that not only will you suffer defeat, you will suffer in agony for the rest of your days. To tend your flesh, to shatter your bones, to leave you walking the earth as a shell of a man, that is what I have been commanded to do unto you. You are not just their victim, you are the warning sign. You are The word of prophecy that foretells of the coming horrors for anyone whom the ones who have sent me have chosen to unleash their wrath on for their own purposes. Where is your strength Michael Bishop? Where is your tenacity, your fearlessness? Has it all left you? I had hoped you would have mustered some kind of fight. That you would have at least answered me instead of hiding away like a scolded dog. Had you given the ones who sent me tribute, and paid them honor by recognizing them before laying yourself down, you may have at least been remembered with honor. But your silence has made it clear that you aren’t a believer, just another searching for a hole to hide in till the days of wrath have passed. How sad and shameful that you have become the worst thing you could have, a coward! If you have been this overwhelmed by your fear now, then what should become of you when we are to do battle? Will you try and hide in a corner? Will you run as fast as your feet could carry you? Your destiny lies in my hands, and you know that boy. You know that there is no escape, no reprieve, no mercy.
That is what they are whispering in my ear over and over and over and over again, without ceasing. Their voices are so sweet their words are so soothing they keep telling me about the rewards I will reap when I have done their bidding. They told me of how they shall spare me from the fire, and help countless others to do the same. They told me how men and women and children will see me holding that belt you prize. That belt will draw them like moths to a flame. And when they see me, they will finally hear what I have been saying all this time. They will finally come to their senses. Some will drift away, but those who are worthy will not falter. I am worthy, I AM WORTHY!!! I deserve what is coming to me. I need what is coming to me. Who would try to lie and say that I am not?! Is it you Michael Bishop? Are you that greedy and selfish that you damn the whole world just to pretend that you are special? Why don’t you answer me? WHY DO YOU MOCK US?!?! For this I hope you BURN!!! I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I don’t hate you, I DESPISE YOU! You could have been so much. You could have done great things for them. But you won’t even admit to yourself that they are come. That they are nearly here! For that That they will see you wade through pools of your own blood. They will delight in your screams as cry out for mercy. They will see you cough your last breath as one who does not heed their words nor bow themselves to their will. You could have done right by them. But instead you chose to wallow in self pity. You chose to be a miserable wretch, and I cannot...

Please don’t yell at me! Please don’t.

...

I understand. Such beautiful whispers, that tell me how they desire the glory that lies within that Outlaw championship. They desire that glory and so much more. They shall have it. Don’t worry Michael Bishop, there is nothing left for you to do anymore. You played your part in their grand design. You bested Aria Jaxson. You captured the people’s hearts, and You astonished them when you beat her at your own game. now they are coming to seek repayment for all they have done for you. We’re all pawns in their game, all of us. They move us to their hearts content. They crush one that another may thrive. The strong eat the weak, that is what I have said before, that is what I say now, and it forevermore Will be the one truth that stands the test of time in this world. I will consume you that I may grow stronger. Rest now Michael Bishop, the night has fallen upon you and your time is at hand. I tell you this not that you may change your fate, merely that you might come to grips with it before it comes to pass. Like a boulder around your neck, such is your faith both never changing and damning to you. Your glory shall now be their’s. The ones who sent me deserve nothing less because they are what is true. They deserve it because they have wiped away the illusions from my eyes. From our eyes. I see clearly.

Do you understand this yet? Do my words ring true to you yet? Let them. Let them toss about in your mind. Let them take root in your heart. My words are their words, and what they say shall be so. Your end is nigh.”

Re: OWA Promos January 6th 2021, 11:59 pm by **Shea Flaherty**

MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS, HAPPY FUCKING NEW YEAR, HOPE ALL OF YOU HAD A FANTASTIC HOLIDAY SEASON, AND NOW IT'S TIME TO KICK SOME ASS! WHAT A YEAR 2020 WAS, FULL OF DOWNS, AND MORE DOWNS, AND OF COURSE BLOODSHOT NOT GIVING A FUCK, AND PUTTING OWA ON NOTICE. I DON'T KNOW IF ANY OF YOU HAVE NOTICED, BUT 2021 HAS SUCKED BALLS TOO! SO MUCH FOR NEW YEAR, NEW SHIT; SEEMS LIKE THE SAME OLD SHIT TO ME. BUT HEY LOOK AT WHAT WE GOT HERE, A TAG TEAM MATCH? GOD DAMN IT FEELS AS THOUGH I HAVEN'T WRESTLED IN A TAG TEAM MATCH IN AGES. BUT IT'S JUST LIKE RIDING ONE OF THOSE OLD BYCYCLES I NEVER HAD AS A KID, THOUGH I'VE BEEN TOLD IT'S EASY. BUT NOW WE HAVE THESE TWO WHO ARE PRESUMBLY GOOD AT WRESTLING TRYING TO ASSERT THEMSELVES AHEAD OF US. ONE OF YOU LOST THAT CHAMPIONSHIP, AND ONE OF YOU THINK I'M A WILD CARD. BOTH WILL GET YOUR ASSES KICKED. NOW I HAVE A LOT OF PENT UP ANGER AND HOSITILITY FOR THE LIKES OF EVERYONE IN THIS COMPANY. WHY? BECAUSE THAT'S JUST THE KIND OF GUY THAT I AM. YOU TWO MAY LOOK AT FLAHERTY AND THAT OTHER DOUCHE AND THINK YOU HAVE THIS IN THE BAG. YOU MAY THINK THAT WE JUST DON'T HAVE ENOUGH IN THE TANK TO PULL IT OUT, BUT YOU'D BE WRONG. WE HAVE SO MICH MORE IN THE TANK DUE TO THE BREAK, THAT YOU WON'T EVEN BELIEVE IT. I WILL REIGN SUPREME ON YOU, AND YOU WILL HAVE NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT. CRY MAYBE! BUT THAT'S ABOUT IT! AND AT THE END OF THE DAY WHAT YOU CAN DO WITH THOSE TEARS? THEY DON'T TRANSLATE INTO WINS! I dont have any more time, so bye.

Alyssa Grace has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos January 6th 2021, 11:58 pm by **"The Golden Voice"**

You are eternal.

You are the true deity of this world filled with contemptible mortals.

Wherever there is destruction, there will be resurrection.

Wherever there is death, there will be life.

Wherever there are non-believers, there will be work to be done.

So, Harbinger of Destruction, Bringer of Distortion World…

Awaken!

Continue the task handed to you by fate.

Watch over your blessed wife and comrades.

And any who question you? Bring them to heel, to kiss your feet in return for your benevolence!

Maelstrom had not been seen since The Great War. Many had surmised that the monster of a man, the vanquisher of Abholos, had been destroyed. But he had not. Badly injured and in need of rest, he returned to his sanctuary, away from even the reach of Shin-SEKAI. In his home, attended to by only his loyal wife, he recovered and prepared for his next battle. It was against a face that was familiar to him, but only in passing. Once the word had come, He prepared. Fully healed and seeing what was going on in his absence, none could interfere with his preparation.

(In the home of Maelstrom, Camille Mashima sat outside of Maelstrom’s meditation chamber. Ignoring the chanting that she considered boring and pretentious, she instead focused her attention on her phone until she heard footsteps drawing closer. Tossing it nonchalantly to the side, she stared at Moongoose McQueen, who was looking around their castle with an astonished expression.)

Moongoose: I paid you guys THIS well!? I better not tell Revy, ever….

Camille: We had the castle before you brought us on board. What is it, Boss?

Moongoose: Well, it’s about the match that your hubby is competing in. By the way, how the hell did he recover from what happened during the Great War?

Camille: You don’t doubt my husband’s power, do you?

Moongoose: Not at all! I was just thinking normal people shouldn’t be able to survive that shit. Then again, he’s all about Distortion World and Darkness and destruction and all that so he probably is on some powerful weed, Stark would be jealous of the quality! But it’s about who he’s going against. Jonetta is a close associate of my sister, as is Llorona. I’m gonna be in his corner but you’re probably the best person to try to reason with him so-

Camille: Don’t worry. We know that the Demolition Corps is important to your sister. We also know that with all the violence in the Kingdom that having more issues on Odyssey is not something you want to experience as well. We understand the girl isn’t to be harmed...permanently. But just understand this, She will be humiliated. She will be battered. There is no escaping that. I told him about all the championships being decided without him. I told him that his power was being ridiculed and doubted. We have no choice, Boss...that girl has to suffer for the sins of the rest of the world.

Moongoose: So...no death, no spooky sacrificing, none of that? Just a straight up wrestling match?

Camille: Just a straight up wrestling match.

Moongoose: Great. Now...what is that music I hear? That chanting sounds metal as fuck…

Pain.

Pride.

Glory.

Destruction.

Masochism.

Sadism.

Why does Maelstrom continue to fight? Why does he continue to struggle in the darkness, to fight in wars that in the end concern him so little? Why do I bother with these trite and insignificant matters? Because it’s the way dictated long ago. Distortion World can not be built by simply mowing down anything and everything in my path. Specific examples have to be made of those who dare to stand in my way. Even in defeat, Maelstrom has made his intentions clear...and in victory, I have left you all small but distinctly significant clues of what I have planned.
The contest that I’m scheduled for, a match against the most shallow of beings, it’s of no real consequence. Maelstrom does not care about her friendship with Revy, the trophy that she holds, the pathetic goals of her group. There is only a true lust for the blood of the unholy, the unfit to exist in my perfect world. I have been away in my chambers of meditation and healing, preparing for the next great Crusade as the world burns around us. The conditions are ripe for the birth of my beautiful Distortion World! Discord and sorrow rule the day, mourning and chaos are ripe for a bountiful harvest.

I refuse to allow such a small woman stop me from continuing the march towards my destiny. So, while bonds are acknowledged and boundaries are respected, in the arena of combat there will be no mercy shown to those who have come to doubt my power. Piece by piece, limb by limb, this wretched waste of humanity will be cleansed, purified through the pain that Maelstrom will deliver on the morrow. Through her suffering, the world of the Omega Wrestling Alliance will receive it’s final warning.

Distortion World is coming. The Age of Darkness creeps ever closer. And nothing can be done to delay the inevitable. I am death. I am the end of all things. I am the last chapter of this miserable world, written in the bindings of a human form, given life to destroy all that does not conform to my vision.

There is no escape! No heroes to save the day, no heroines to slay this dragon. Unlike Kenny Drake, I am eternal! I am here to show that Shin-SEKAI’s strength and the Strength of Distortion World has far from fallen! With my two hands I will rebuild the world, piece by piece, and my wife will sit on her throne of luxury as her husband lays waste to this contemptible place.

Enjoy your last days. Enjoy your fruitless hunts and wasteful ways. Enjoy the pursuit of worldly pleasures that you all hold so dear. With the blood and bones of Jonetta Stone, I will usher in a world of darkness and pain that none of you can hope to withstand. And once Maelstrom returns to the Kingdom from his conquests and pillage….There will be none safe from the wrath of Shin-SEKAI.

NONE!

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

Re: OWA Promos January 6th 2021, 11:54 pm by **Rebecca Brookes**

“Just know that you are not innocent yourself, Jay.”

Jason sighed, knowing that Rebecca was going to bite back with her own opinion of what she thinks about him, but he hoped that holding her close wasn’t going to bring that out of her right now.

“I loved you. I cared for you. I did everything for you. The things I did to make sure I was always there for you even if we could barely see one another and being almost across the country from one another. You made me feel alive when I first met you, and you did through that whole relationship, but after a while- I realized my worth. I’m aware that was the other dimension Jason that treated me like shit but it’s still you, at the end of the day, I felt manipulated by your own lies and deceit. All I did for you was give you the love you deserve from someone you called yours and in return, you tried giving that same love back to other girls that you ‘simped’ for over, even fucking girls that were underage like Hana.”

“You’re right about one thing, you did make me into being who I am today. Without you, it wouldn’t have been possible, I wouldn’t have had a career without your influence and your passion for this sport. I didn’t even want to do it at first, but for all you did for me, signing me to those companies and getting the word in so they could sign me- I could not thank you enough for it. The influence you had on my career is something I’ll always remember, and I’ll never forget who brought me into this sport because it was you, Jay. The sweet angel that I cherished so much, you were the joy I needed in my life. People see you as the egotistical asshole that everyone seems to always hate, always going one step further to make sure that it’s all about you but outside of the Twitter beef and the in-ring personas, you were easily the most lovable people I’ve ever met. So chilled, so relaxed, and it’s a shame people see you as the person you are on screen- they’d love to see who you are without the fake shit.”

Rebecca took a deep breath, bringing her right hand through the locks of Jason’s hair, playing with the silky smooth hair of his as she rested on his shoulder. “It’s things like this that make me miss you.”

“And I’m aware we’re not alone either in this match, a lot of people are more worried about Maverick taking on Rebecca Brookes that they’re sleeping on the other two in this match, and that’s fine. It’s nice to be in the spotlight with you. There’s no need for you to be worried about what Hana says, darling. I know she’s just a little bit mad at me because I won the title before she did and I might have done some dirty tactics to make sure I was the rightful champion on that night- but we’re willing to put it behind us, we’re good friends after all. Jacob Knight, on the other hand, I really don’t know much about him other than the things you told me, and if he truly is The Ashes’ punching bag, then you must feel robbed knowing that he’s your partner than someone like Havoc.”

“But just know that I’m not full of hatred, I’m quite the opposite of it all.”

“I still have feelings for you, Jason. I always have. I know you might not be looking to get back with me anytime soon but just know that I’ll always see you like the one I love- but tomorrow night, I have to see you as an opponent because this is my first match as a champion, and is the ‘Princess of Omega’ going to stop for anyone? Absolutely not. I’m doing all I could to make sure that I give people a reason as to why I am the champion and beating the man that taught me everything would definitely be the icing on the cake for it all.”

Jason smiled hearing those words come from her, he turns his head and gently kisses Rebecca on the head before placing her head back down onto his shoulder.

“I know you want this so much, I can see that in you. I think everyone can see that in you, Rebecca.”

Rebecca smiled, a tear running down her face and through her makeup. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”

“I’m so happy for you. To finally give people something that shows your potential, because the ceiling is extremely high for you and the only way is up from here for you. There’ll be some falls on the way up and it might leave you sliding down for a bit but as long as you can hold on, then you can make it to the very top one day. Hopefully with me being at the top as well, so we can share the moment together, but I need to prove myself before I could do that.”

“You know you can do that,” Rebecca spoke. “Just stop being the man you are now because it isn’t you at all.”

“Maybe one day, maybe.”

Jason lifted himself up from being crouched down beside Rebecca for so long, stretching his legs and heading into the kitchen to prepare for the feast that they’re about to have. Feelings aside, this was the first time in a long time that they both got to see eye to eye with one another, and although that there might not be anything more that grows from this night, there’ll be one thing that both of them will learn for one another. Respect. Although they both were two very different people, with two very different styles and different personalities, they both shared the same goal in mind.

2021 was going to be their year, and this is how they’ll begin it on the right track to that goal.

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

Re: OWA Promos January 6th 2021, 11:51 pm by **Mav.**

Wednesday, January 6th, 2021.

After taking the break from Omega Wrestling Alliance, The Prince felt as if he could breathe again but he knew that once he’d come back, he’d be public enemy number one. He knew that he’d become one of the most hated men in the entire company and as expected, things will not be pretty when Kingdom comes on the air this Sunday night but for The Prince, it didn’t matter- his services came to Thursday night and Atlantis. He knew he’d have to show up on Sunday but what was to come in his first match back in OWA after The Great War was something more serious. Not only would he have to team with Jacob Knight to face Odyssey’s finest, but his opponents happened to have been a new best friend of his and his former lover. The pair never spoke to one another in person or outside of small talk since their break up in October and apart from their brief encounter in Japan a week beforehand where she saved Jason’s life in a match that’s been deemed “unsuitable for television”, but the days leading up to the Atlantis show lead to an outing between the two.

To settle the score once and for all, end any bad grudges left in the past.

Inside of The King’s Penthouse in Canton was a dining table set in the middle of the room, just placed by the window to give those seating a clear view of the outside world. The scene was set and Jason didn’t have to wait long before he heard a knock at his front door, once he had opened the door wide, his eyes directly meet Rebecca Brookes wearing a long, flourished dress and standing in high heels, which was easily told by the near height difference between Jason and Rebecca.

“Well, you sure dressed for the part today, didn’t you?”

Jason fell right back into his flirting ways- the same ways that made Rebecca swoon for him in the first place, but she simply rolled her eyes with a slight smile to her face, knowing that Jason would attempt to soften her up with compliments.

“I didn’t come to Ohio to not be the best looking woman around here, that’s for sure.”

Jason smiled, stepping out of the way and letting Rebecca walk into his home as she entered through the open home, passing by the kitchen area and then into the living room before finding herself in the made-up dining room. Rebecca glanced around, it had been a while since she stepped foot into the home, and felt as if everything inside was different- it wasn’t the same as before. Nothing has ever felt the same as before, not even Jason felt the same as before, but in her mind- she’d much rather prefer this Jason to the last.

“Can I offer you something to drink- or are you still being strict to alcohol until you’re 21?”

Rebecca giggled at the question given to her.

“Sure, why not break out the bottle?”

Jason reaches into the chiller and grabs a bottle of Louis Roederer Cristal 2002, costing over ten thousand dollars for a singular bottle of champagne. Rebecca had taken a seat at the table whilst Jason had placed the bottle in the middle of the table, leaving two long champagne glasses on each side. Jason takes a seat on the opposite side of the table where Rebecca sat, he stared at her with a smile on his face, pouring out the champagne into his glass.

“So, as we wait for the food to cook, let’s just begin with what we have planned for tonight-” The Prince spoke softly as he picked up his glass. “-a toast to the shit year that was 2020, may it rot in fucking hell!” That choice of words leaves both of them to laugh as they take a sip from their glasses, Jason might have had a couple of drinks beforehand but he’s trooping along as he gives off a quick sour face and smacks his lips.

“It’s been a wild ride to endure for sure,” Rebecca spoke as she lifted her glass up. “I got to spend most of it with you- and honestly, it made the experience worthwhile. But I know that’s not why you’ve brought me here, Jay.”

Jason smiled. “Of course not, I wanted to squash the beef between myself and you.”

“And how do you propose we do that then?”

“Same way we’ll sort it out tomorrow night in Philly. In a fight, but with words, until tomorrow where we can get physical.” Jason winks to Rebecca, who giggles in response.

“Well then, mister host of the show, why don’t you begin with it?” Rebecca questioned but she had already known what the answer would be based on the facial expression given off by The Prince, who slowly stands up from his seat and looks down onto his guest with a smile on his face.

“Rebecca Brookes.”

Jason paused as he continued to look down onto his guest for the night.

“You truly have grown up into something special, from the day I took you under my wing on February 2nd in Los Angeles, I always saw something special in the things you did. You were already a well-trained mixed martial artist but when you met me and you began to watch me train with your brother, I could see in your eyes that something clicked- you wanted to do this as well. I trained you, I did everything I could to teach you everything I know and it worked off in the end. Look at you now, the current OWA Goddesses Champion and holding championships in other places as well. You truly made it big for yourself, and as someone who’s been there since day one for you, it makes me feel proud to see what you have become in such a short span of time.”

“You, Rebecca, have truly embodied the role of the future star.”

A slight tear falls down the face of The Prince. “I know what tomorrow night holds for us both, this is literally the teacher versus his student, the pride and joy of my life is now coming to prove herself as a good champion by defeating the person that brought her into OWA. Rebecca, I’m so proud of what you’re doing- but even I couldn’t fool myself into thinking you’d actually defeat me. I don’t mean that in any disrespectful way, Becks, but as someone who taught you everything you know, I know how to counter, duck and dodge any kind of strike you have. Sure, you’ve been taught well by your brother in recent times but I’ve been in sessions with your brother, Ryan- and I’ve worn him out with how quick I am, I’ve made him have to catch his breath whenever he tried to spar with me and you saw that first hand.”

“This isn’t about me and you though. There are others involved as well.”

“That’s fine, I’m sure you’ll have your fun with Jacob Knight, the human punching bag- and I’ll have to deal with little Hana Banana. Poor little Hana thinks that all I’m going to do is break your heart again, and that’s fine, she can think that all she wants when in reality, I just want to not hold grudges after the year we’ve both had. Hana likes to jump to conclusions when I’m really just a changed man, might still act like a dick but I’m a loveable dick. She’s so focused on what the past brought that she’s not even caring about what the future will bring and the future is looking bright for us all, but Hana is always needing to go that extra mile because she’s in fighting mode and she’s only worried about the win more than anything else.”

Jason sighed. “It’s not about wins and losses, Rebecca. The ones who continue to fool themselves into thinking such things are the ones who always seem to find their losses count go higher and higher and higher. Tell her that next time you’re able to speak to her, I’m sure she’ll have fun with that quote herself.”

“But even then, I’m not even focusing on them, I’m focused on you.”

“Sweet innocent Rebecca Brookes, always looking to make her career more important than anything else, always looking to make her career be unstoppable and now at her beginning peak, she’s not having anyone or anything stop what she’s doing- not even a child we were meant to have, huh? That still bites me to this day, Rebecca. That still bites me to this fucking day. Not many know it, not even your own father knows that. It was kept between myself, you, and your brother who drove you to the abortion clinic.” Jason pauses to think for a moment, Rebecca looks up at Jason with a disgusted look on her face upon bringing up very personal information. “It’s nothing personal, Rebecca, but that could have been the start of something for us, and yet, it wasn’t. You’re quite glad you did, look at you, one of Odyssey’s top stars now. Must be an amazing feeling now, isn’t it?”

“Just remember who helped you get there. Remember who brought you to OWA. I’m still due my thank you gift for all I’ve done for you.”

Rebecca leans back in her chair, slightly squinting her eyes with a serious glare to her eyes as she looked up to Jason, who’s just leaning on the table with a cocky smirk on his face. Jason knew he made a horrible mistake with his choice of words, they were something that wasn’t ever meant to be spoken up about, and Rebecca almost feels like her trust has been somewhat broken.

“I can’t fucking believe you, Jay.”

Jason simply shrugged his shoulders. “The aim of this talk is to speak about what picks at us and what we need to fix on, and shit, I was looking to start a family with you at that time and you didn’t want to because you were too far into the ‘I can make my career work, just give me time’ shit. I gave you chance after chance and then you looked as if you gave up- the next minute, you were secretly pregnant and then you went to the clinic to make sure you never were.”

“But you’re using that against me? Really? If this was the start of something between us- even a friendship- you do not bring up something that’s really personal and close to me that I’ve never stopped thinking about every single day.”

Rebecca is almost in tears but she holds them in, Jason realizes the mistake he’s made and holds Rebecca close to him. The Princess of Omega doesn’t feel like even wanting to be given emotional support by Jason but after a minute, she gives in, leaning her head into his shoulder.

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

Re: OWA Promos January 6th 2021, 11:45 pm by **Bobby Wheeler**

Nate Cage

Fuck Phantom Troupe as a Staff, Record Label and as a Motherfuckin' Crew

I swear to fucking God, you people are all incapable of seeing this shit for what it is: filler nonsense. The suits who run Olympus would do anything other than let us flourish and look where it has landed us. This tag match is a farce and you all know it. Here I am, tagging with two men I have beaten decisively, facing off against a team that consists of another guy I beat, his weird mate who lives in a crack den and Matt Miles. Listen Matt, the only MM I respect is a big black dude from Amazon Prime’s The Boys, so you can go fuck yourself.

Here I am, trying to prepare a eulogy for Kenny Drake. My closest friend in the whole wide world is dead and OWA expect me to put up with this shit? Oh, I’ll go out there and do my job, I’m a professional, after all. I'll squash some heads and kick some bottoms but I WON’T BE HAPPY ABOUT IT.

Finn, my good man, last time we shared a ring together, I crushed your windpipe. Sorry about that, old chap. Now, I know that you would love nothing more than to tear my arms off and shove them up my arse, but try to keep your anger directed at the 80s hair metal band across the ring from us. I cannot stress this point enough: I will fight you whenever you want to go for round two. But on this night, we just have to be civil for a bit. We are all grownups here, yes? We can function with some level of decorum.

My dear, dear Keelan, what happened, man? You might have lost to me twice in a row but I am really fucking good so there is no shame in that. But you lost your TV Title match and threw another hissy fit? Stiffen that upper lip and get your act together son, we have to fight the Ghost Circus and I cannot have you flaking out on me, capiche?

Of course, I have been doing very well for myself. Say what you like about the format, Darky-

(Fucking hell, Nate, you can’t say that.)

Say what you like about the format, Darkane, but I have the medallion and you have fuck all other than squashed bollocks to show for your efforts. With it comes all the spoils. I fulfilled my destiny and no matter what you say, I am the God of War. Now, the world champion is operating on my time. It matters not what plans for the future Nathan Fiora has, because I can be right there to ruin them in a heartbeat. I have a whole fucking year to wait for my moment to strike. I will finally ascend to the position that was promised to me many moons ago. I was never meant to be in this position but here I am. The golden boy Nobi couldn’t stop me, The Killer got killed, and the hottest prospect on Kingdom learned his place. Slander me if you must, Darkane, but I am holding all of the keys while you are licking your wounds and convincing yourself you achieved something.

Phantom Troupe win a War Games match and Nate Cage is in the God of War final. Fuck me, Civil War 2020: Déjà vu Edition, eh?

Although, what I am looking at is a hollowed out, pale version of the Troupe. I may not be head of the Aria Jaxon fan club – the actual head of it, Devi Krysis, won’t process my membership fees – but that was a fucking leader you could hang your hat on right there. Someone this company built itself around. I don’t know who John Doe is and at this point, I’m too afraid to ask. So the little boys won their silly War Games match against another group of fuckers I don’t have the time of day for, BIG FUCKIN’ DEAL. I have a world title match in my back pocket and the other pocket is full of dreams, this is my reality. Win or lose this ludicrous display, I am still the constant number one contender. I have nothing to lose but you five fuckers do, don’t you? Those losses can add up and you will slip down the card until you barely register as a blip on the radar. You are all fighting for scraps at the table while I am squarely focused on the main course.

I have heard the Phantom Troupe mission statement over and over and all you have done to create chaos in this place is just confuse me. I have said it before and I will say it again, you only want to rule over ashes. At least Havoc and his group of autists can say they have the world champion on their side, what the fuck have you guys got? Right now, at this very moment, the fucking Awakening hold every title available on this brand. They are draped in gold and you people are supposed to be the ones to stop them? Jesus, Mary and Joseph, what the fuck did we do to deserve this?

All I care about is Nathan Fiora. I will cut the head off the snake and walk away with the richest of prizes. All of you peasants can fight amongst yourselves for clout, I am not interested. Jacob, you have nothing to threaten me with. I have beat you once, I have taken everything you can throw at me and I am standing here with a full hand. You are not gonna pin me so you can nip that idea in the bud right fucking now. Keep talking about how things have changed and how much it upsets you. That is how time works, you fuckwit, we get old, shit changes and then we fucking die. If I can speed up that process in your case, I will consider it a personal accomplishment.

Matt, you need to just stop. My God, nobody cares about how insecure you are at being the lowest ranking member of the world’s worst Bloodhound Gang tribute act. You are damn right that I don’t play well with others, every ally I have ever had I’ve fucked over in one way or another. But hey, Keelan and Finn are not my allies. They aren’t even my friends. But they are certainly much more credentialed than you, prick. Between the three of us, we’ve won the OWA triple crown, between the three of you guys, you have uhh, oh yeah, one singular world title from back when Olympus basically aired once a month. Some great fucking accolade, that.

Okay, so you guys are a united front, fair enough. Me and Keelan are former OWA World Tag Team Champions, you think we don’t know how to run with a crew? Wolvesden and Zaibatsu were fucking legit, Phantom Troupe are like the Rolling Stones: you used to be great, but now it’s getting sad watching a bunch of weird old men playing the hits, you just wish they’d hurry up and die so we can grieve properly.

I know not what the future holds for the five men I will be sharing the ring with and frankly, I do not care. You can all go fuck yourselves. I am the man with the power and control, you have nothing. The result will just be another win for someone and another loss for somebody else. Meaningless numbers that nobody will remember. All they will remember is Nate Cage rising above the rest and becoming the greatest man in the history of time, and that five other people were there who amounted to nothing. Goodbye.

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

Re: OWA Promos January 6th 2021, 11:24 pm by **Revy**

Who Let the Dogs Out?

(At Revy's ranch in the middle of nowhere, Revy is sporting a sweater and glasses while sipping from a mug that clearly doesn't contain coffee or water. Revy with scissors in her hand is cutting out pictures and placing them inside a book. She is making a scrapbook with her and her friends. She turns towards the camera, finally noticing it is rolling. She removes her glasses and lets down her hair and stares directly at it.)

Oh hey, Devi. Well, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you too. Sure, you don’t gotta show any manners or nothing. I mean, I hope you had a nice break and all that, and you are still being a total bitch to me any instance you can. But hey, you do you! You ain’t gonna bring me down because I’m on top of the fuckin world right now. Woo! Did you see it? Demolition Corp… won? Against former world champions! The odds were against us, and we fuckin did it. I mean, there gotta be something going on that night, like bad voodoo to pull that shit off. I mean, crazy shit happened that evening. Abholos digivolved. Kenny died. Even Nathan Fiora won the world title. Like things you never expected to happen ...happened.

I honestly feel like a new woman. Is this? Is this what feminism feels like? Is this female empowerment? Is this … women supporting women? Like holy cow. This is pretty awesome. I can’t believe I’ve been so against this for so long. I use to think this was stupid B.S., but I think I really get it now. I really do…. W.A.P. by Cardi B feat. Megan Stallion makes sense now. This is what “winning” feels like… and I dig it. And it’s like … 69 times better knowing I got to do with awesome friends.

Speaking of friends. Yes. April and I will be the new AK-47. It’s a shame Mitzy and I couldn’t continue it, but it don’t change the fact that I’m just as excited to do this with April. Like, April and I, we go way back. Like, crazy how you are talking about you and Vebby being touts amigas, but April and I? Man, this bish, April. Even before news got out that I was Moongoose’s sister, she was like, “Revy, you can totally be a legit threat in the ring if you set your mind to it.” and back then, even I was like, “Ho, you tripping!” Because let’s be honest, I was getting my ass beat on a weekly basis and to this very day, I’m still getting that ass beat like every single one of my opponents is Chris Brown. But I digress, instead of avoiding me like everyone else, April made that effort to get to know me. And no lie, the first time I met her, I thought what everyone else thought about her. April Song was like a terminator. An Elitist with zero personality. A stuck up bitch. A real party pooper. But I was wrong. And every so often after a show, we’d go to a bar and drink. She’ll drink after a loss, drowning her sorrows, and I’d drink because I “might” have a problem.

Point is, what we have? Our friendship…. is beautiful. To everyone else, this pairing, it makes no sense. April alone is so accomplished, independent, a real machine. And me? I’m adorable, I can get away with anything in this world because of it. Jonetta knows what that is about. But in the end, April believes I can do better, and you know what? I think April deserves better too!

April is not a total bitch! If she is, she is the sweetest and sexiest bitch you’d ever know, and I just don’t get how she is single. Like come on, people! Stable job, a rockin body. And trust me when I say this. She is into that freaky shit. We talking wild, weird, and just plain nasty. But most of all, a wonderful personality. People need to show this woman some respect. Look at you bragging about your tag team partner, but come on, let’s be real here. April Song… like… look at her.

Now I know what you are all thinking. Why though? Why is April doing this? Why is April teaming up with Revy when the last time she had a partner, aka, Diantha, aka, worst friend ever, held her back? But I can assure you, that I, Rebecca Lee “Revy” McQueen will be looking out in the best interest of April. Whether it’s for the OWA World Women’s Championship, I’ll be there for April. Whether it’s for the OWA Tag Team Championship that you and Vebby failed to capture, I’ll be there. Heck, if April just wanted to make life harder for Stephanie Matsuda and Aria Jaxon, I already got flashbangs with their name on them. Yeah, AK-47’s first run, it wasn’t amazing or anything. But this time. It’s different. Because luckily, April speaks English and I’ll be able to understand what she tells me to do. I think that will really help improve my game. Like I know it doesn’t sound like a lot, but I think we cracked it. But now is not the time for me to be selfish. Now is the time to have hella fun at the expenses of our enemies. This means you both, because just because your girl got ambitions, don’t me we can’t have any fun along the way. Am I right? You see, April, she never got her way because she worked the system, waited her turn, and it just never paid off.

But now, with me by her side and the backing of Shin-SEKAI, AK-47, we gonna break the system. I mean, it’s already happening. We bout to get our wishes granted for winning at Civil War. But it ain’t gonna stop there. 2021, expect more from us. More Sass, more butt-kicking. Moar Flashbangs. Moar Friendships!

Stay tune, because we bout to change the game. We already did it once on Kingdom. April and I, we gonna fuck shit up on Odyssey and ain’t none of you bitches gonna be able to do a damn thing about it.

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

Re: OWA Promos January 6th 2021, 11:18 pm by **Diantha Rosso**

I’m not in a good mood.

My waist feels empty without the OWA Women’s World Championship. People can pretend to understand what it’s like to be a Champion, to be one of the cornerstones of your brand, a face of the company...but until you’ve felt the weight of that burden taken from you just when you were starting to balance it’s heavy mass on your shoulders and back, you don’t really understand what you’ve lost. I never hold ill will towards Niki for beating me, but I can’t just sit contently and wait for entry into the Clash. I want to compete for that title again and I want to...sooner rather than later. I understand that many are going to declare entry to the Clash soon, if I can’t have my rematch through normal means considering champions traditionally get return matches for belts they have lost if they want them but if that’s not the case, then I’ll just bide my time and do what I did almost a year ago: outlast every woman put in front of me and win the Clash for a second time. I’ll let the Demo Corps and Viola sort out the title scene...at least for now. I’ve learned patience.

My last appearance in an OWA ring didn’t go well either. Natalie, Niki, Dulce and myself all gave everything we had to beat the Demolition Corps. But we failed, and now a group that already controls the rights and privileges of the Athena’s Cup trophy also has four wishes at their disposal to strongarm and torment our roster and General Manager. It’s something that we worked and fought to prevent but now we are powerless to do nothing but sit through and see what opportunities await once they’re done. I’m disgusted I couldn’t stop it, frustrated that I couldn’t help Dulce when she needed it most. I’m hopeful that one of them requests to face me. I’m more than hungry for revenge and I’m sure there are several of them who have scores to settle with me. But regardless of what they do, they can’t erase the legacy of the women called the Four Pillars, and they can’t change the fact that they are standing on something that women who came before them built. No victory, no revisionist nonsense, can change what is already written in the books of history.

To add on top of all of this, I went to Japan during our break here to try and have one of my dream matches with the woman that JET calls their “Ace”. Two annoying asshats showed up and spoiled my challenge so I had to wait on that because they insisted on being destroyed first and I was more than happy to oblige them. I crave that fight with Mizuki Nakata, but because of obligations I have here and JET’s schedule, it seems like I’ll have to wait a little longer. I have tried to find challenges here but JET has a style prevalent there that more closely resembles my own. Even though I was trained in a more Lucha style originally, puroresu runs through my veins far more. OWA is my heart and I’ll never leave here as long as I’m wanted and needed by the company and the fans...but JET admittedly is my soul. There is a dream floating in my mind that I can’t shake, holding both the JET World title and the OWA Women’s title simultaneously, a feat that would cement my status as one of the best, if not THE best, women’s wrestlers in the world. But, again, because of things that I can’t control, that dream may have to be put on hold for a long time.

All of this anger, all of this frustration, what am I going to focus it towards? What is going to be the end result of all this rage I feel inside? I remember when I used to let myself be guided completely by my emotion. My anger, the self-doubt, the disgust with everything around me, the feeling of rejection from even my own blood. A younger, weaker, less wise Diantha would have turned on anything and everything around her, lashing out at the world and not giving a damn about who she hurt and who she burnt bridges with. But this Diantha realizes that she can’t go that route anymore. With everything going on in this company and in our world, I realize that I have to be a source of strength...not a point of weakness.

Kenny Drake is gone. Chaos runs rampant on the entire OWA landscape and especially the Odyssey brand now. Self-entitlement has brought people to a boiling point where they are trying to take over and knock down everything that the blood and sweat of people like myself, Sweet Roxy, TyAnna Jupiter, Dulce Torres and Natalie Cage was sacrificed to build. I have to be a leader. I have to show, even as I try to put a mask over all the horrible things I feel at this moment in time, that I’m capable of leading. That I can still fight. My opponents on Atlantis and my partner Dulce deserve this bare minimum, our fans deserve it too. OWA deserves it because without OWA, my life wouldn’t be anywhere near the same trajectory it’s on now.

I don’t know much about these men that we’re facing this week or why we’re even slated to face them. I understand that Atlantis is about making unique matchups that people want to see, but as a World Champion-level wrestler paired with another World Champion-level wrestler, a dream team, unless this match has an immediate impact on the OWA tag team title scene I don’t get the point. Does that mean that I would abandon my quest to regain the World title, absolutely not, but if Dulce and myself go on to win this match and I believe that we have all the tools to do just that, we should definitely be considered for a match in the future for those titles. We don’t have the chemistry of a normal team, even one as dysfunctional as Hampton and Flaherty. I’ll freely admit that to anyone. But what we do have is something that seems to be lacking between them: mutual trust and mutual respect. Dulce and I have been through the fire together. We’ve bled together, we’ve fought together, we’ve battled mutual enemies and each other. We don’t travel together and frankly I don’t try to associate too much with the roster anymore. We aren’t close friends. Even she admits this. However, when it’s time for us to lace up our boots and go fight, I know I can count on her to go fight. She has enough respect for me, this sport and whoever we’re facing to go out there and give everything she has. She has a professionalism that is sadly on the verge of going extinct in the wrestling world.

I don’t look at this match as some sort of test, something that shows where I stand. This match, in my eyes, is opportunity. An opportunity to show that even though I don’t have a title, even though I’ve been beat up, defeated, betrayed, everything else...I STILL GET BACK UP AND GET BACK TO FIGHTING! One of my opponents this week called this match a test. I’m flattered that he thinks enough of me and Dulce to consider us as such but unfortunately for him this test does not come with a cheat sheet. Being an unconventional team is probably the greatest asset Dulce and I have going for us. So many teams get boring, predictable, and comfortable. We have no such luxury, not anymore. Every time out we have to prove that as former Champions we’re still worthy of having our names in all those golden conversations. Every time that people like you two want to try to make a name, try to measure your careers by beating us, we have to show that we can rise to the occasion!

Do you all understand what I’m getting at now? Do you understand what I’m saying? If not, let me explain it in simplest terms: every bit of anger I have in my body will be focused on stomping out Flaherty and Hampton. Not because I dislike them. Not because of any perceived slight or anything to that effect. But only because they have been put in front of me at a time where anyone and I mean ANYONE put in front of me should not look to expect any quarter, any mercy, anything closely resembling me lacking in intensity or competitive fire. And because I want the women in the Demolition Corps, especially one April Song, to understand that even though they have control of most things right now, everything can change in a single instant.

This Lioness still has claws and the Artist still has some masterpieces left for her to complete.

Sorry boys, but on Atlantis, the night belongs to us.

To the Wolves….

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

Re: OWA Promos January 6th 2021, 10:06 pm by **Eon Blue**

Olympus Promo 2

Outside Glory

The Camera opens to a shot of Eon Blue sitting in the stands of the empty Spokane Arena, the sight of this Thursdays Olympus. Across his lap is the OWA Openweight Championship. In his hand is his phone and as the camera pans over his shoulder, it is clear he has been watching the videos Graham and Noah put out earlier in the week.

I always end up expecting more of my opponents. It’s a fault of mine, one perhaps I can work on in this new year. You see I always expect more, because The Father sees more in them. That's why I always try to make them see they can become more than what they currently are but time and again I am left disappointed in them. I am left wanting more and wishing they could see the fault in their ways. I dared to think that this coming match against Graham Baker and Noah Reigner would be different. Some may ask why? Why would I think that these two men who have been doing nothing of late but being the Phantom Troupes bitch want more for themselves? Well, the answer lies out in the pacific ocean. You see, these two men are current Tag Team Champions. I know, I was shocked to learn this too. Their grand claim to fame is in some has been fed that all but folded last year in SSW. The Corsairs are currently Tag Team Champions. Let me set the stage for you, They won these titles by beating up a pair of retired women. They BARELY beat these women too. Skin of their teeth. You may be asking, why? Why did SSW have to bring in two retired women to fight the Corsairs. Well it is quite simple really, SSW had no other tag teams that gave a shit about these titles. So they had to beg two respectfully retired individuals to step out of retirement to even put this match together. And I say it again. The Corsairs barely won this match. But even before this match, do you know what they were doing? They were beating the hell out of each other. With the hopes of whoever won, could lead their tag team, Be the Captain. Hell they tried to kill one another and damn near succeeded. They realised that tagging together was the only way they could stay successful in SSW. Its hard to argue success when there is no one else in your division. Hell, there are so few tag teams, that on their next show, Graham and Noah are fighting each other in a six way scramble for a belt currently held by a vacancy.

Eon stands from his seat, shouldering his championship, and starts making his way down to the floor level, the OWA Ring is already set up and Eon makes his way to ringside. He easily hops over the barricade and walks up the ring steps and steps into the ring. He makes his way to the far corner and climbs up sitting on the top rope. Over his shoulder can be seen the entrance ramp and stage.

So I expected more, I expected them to want to be more than they are. But they already see themselves as kings? Kings of what exactly? Not the OWA or Olympus. Kings of close but not quite? That I can see. Close to a world title win, close to a war games win. Well not really close. Noah, people thought the Troupe would murder you in war games, and well they all but did. Let's not beat around the bush here. The troupe was standing, you were not. My point is, you hype yourselves up on your success from anywhere but where you currently are. Why is that? Because you have yet to find success in OWA. Here is a free lesson children. We are not the upstarts here. YOU ARE. You are the fresh meat wading into the pool of sharks. And you have stepped into the deep end by coming across Chaos Elite of the Awakening. Accolades outside of here mean nothing. Absolute shit. You can wave 'em around all damn day and not one of the fans of OWA care. Not one member of this roster cares what you have done across the pond. All that matters is what you do here. And Here, The Awakening rules the roost. We are the only faction in OWA History to have every member hold a championship at the same time. We are currently the greatest faction in OWA History. You, you are two outside boys looking to make a name for yourself in a real company, and so far well, you haven't.

And trust me when I say, I know what that's like. I know what it's like to come into the OWA and look to make a splash but find yourself just short of everything you want to accomplish. That was me and Noah months and months ago, before we founded Chaos Elite and before we joined the Awakening. I see your path and where you are now because I have walked it. Thats why…

Eon Sighs pinching the bridge of his nose.

Thats why I brought you the offer to join the Awakening. Father Fiora can see you floundering, he sees the weakness in everyone. He told me to bring his offer to you, to give you the chance to be more than you currently are. He has the power to focus and align your direction. It is what he did for me and Noah, it's what he did for Mark Michaels. I told you all of this just earlier in the week. I let you know this was on the table. And I waited, I hoped and even prayed a little that the two of you would see what I offered, a chance to become the champions you want to be. But then I see your responses this week. And not only do I not see an answer to the gracious invitation that I laid on your door. But an outright and deliberate ignorance of even being granted a chance to join the Awakening.

JUST HOW MUCH FUCKING PROOF DO YOU TWO JACK HOLES NEED….

The Awakening is Success, the teachings lead to greatness. Father Fiora unlocks your potential. LOOK AT THE FUCKING FACTS…

Eon Stressfully runs his hand back through his hair, he drapes his title over the top rope and motions for the cameraman to step in closer so his face comes into focus.

The two of you want to be kings, you want the world to know who you are and I handed you the chance to make it happen by offering you a place. By giving you the chance to become a brother in the Awakening. If you could have spared even a moment to open your own eyes and see what was being offered...But you didn’t. You felt good enough to wallow in your own shit and see how far you could make it on your own. But there are a few problems to this logic, a few details you seemed to have overlooked. The first, is that you are not the only team alive and well in the tag team division of the OWA. The second is the current champions are not retired shlubs rolled out to make you look good. And the third, and most important, is you made the mistake of being placed in the path of The Awakening.

The Jumbotron on the stage behind Eon lights up suddenly with the emblem of the Awakening displayed across it. Eon briefly looks over his shoulder and then back to the camera.

Not only are you the ones in Our path, you had the chance to walk it. To stand with us and make the most of yourselves and you ignored it. Now, now you must face the reality of your situation. There is no second chance for you here, there is no “Oh we made a mistake let us in” You chose to ignore my generous offer and now you face the hell you wanted to walk through. Now, now you will be punished. We are not here to step into your division, the tag division isn’t yours, you can’t lay claim to something you honestly have no right being in. You want to mock how my Brother has retained his title. That he had to pull out all the stops...IN a fucking Deathmatch? I am sorry But since when is all the stops not needed to win one of those. OH NO Noah did WHAT WAS EXPECTED OF HIM to win the fucking match..and he won it against a man whose claim to fame is DEATH MATCHES….And then you want to mock my triple threat for the very title I won. Might I remind you this was a No Disqualification match. I did what was needed to walk away with the title. I find it hard to see where you can find fault in my methods when they were there to be used. But this..Oh my dear Corsairs is not about me or Quinn, it is about you.

The image on the tron switches to both Noah and Graham laid out during their War Games match. Bloodied and beaten. Slowly blue flames fill the screen engulfing them both.

This is what you have to look forward to. Down and out looking up at the lights beaten and bruised. This is the future of the real shooters in OWA. not grandeur not championships. But constant embarrassment and loss. And what's sad, is you could have avoided this all together. You could have opted out of your match with Us. You could have taken our offer to be a part of something better, you could have kept your nose out of the OWA and in SSW where maybe you would be appreciated. What happens to you now, well it's all your fault. Any momentum you hoped to gain, any influence you hoped to achieve, it all is for naught because you dared to cross Chaos Elite and the Awakening. You now step into the ring against your betters, you step into the ring with a force of power you have no idea how to handle. By the Grace of the father you have made the mistake of a lifetime and now you will pay. The heavens move at our command and you will be laid low. Your loss here, your end of the road to glory. The utter beating you are going to receive at the hands of Noah Quinn and Eon Blue is all your fault. This is all on you and its all because you ignored my offer. I feel sorry for you. I PITY YOU...for you know not what you have walked your own fate into.

The tron goes black behind Eon as he suddenly becomes basked in a white light that shades his face in a demonic look.

Father, please here my words, for they are sent to you with a mission from your Honored Disciple. These fools know not of our ways and sought to bring about their own coming by sneaking past your glorious visions. Allow me then, to be wielded as your weapon of justice and strike them down where they stand for Father they mock and betray the words you have delivered to us. They ignore their own weaknesses and how you could turn their failures into glory as you have done for me. Let me be their Awakening, let me be their truth and let myself and Brother Noah strike them down and show them that the only path to greatness is through the Awakening…

As the words leave his lips the spotlight shuts off with a bang and the scene ends in darkness.

VaeVictisBD, Alyssa Grace and TTtheT have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos January 6th 2021, 10:05 pm by **Jacob Senn**

In chaos, there is opportunity.

Matt Miles mentioned these words and there are no better words to the cause that has brought new life within the name of The Phantom Troupe. Chaos is the crux for everything that we intend to deliver to the Omega Wrestling Alliance to usher in a new era for the wrestling industry to be founded upon, but some men would stand in the way of this chaos to prevent the progress we want to realize to the world. No matter how many soldiers of fortune you want to place before us like pieces of the board in the game of chess, no matter how many psychotic villains you want to choose to extend their violent passions against us, no matter how many heroes you want to place on a pedestal to only see fallen before our feet… none of them will be able to stand in the path of the foundation we intend to instill in the entire wrestling industry as a whole. WarGames was evidence of this when we squashed the makeshift team of individuals known as The Resistance within the hellacious structure itself, it has been evident the entire time we have been in OWA that no one was going to stand in the path of The Phantom Troupe from creating the vision of a wrestling world that didn’t have to cater to the whims of those of this new generation of greed and insolence, the rest of you just simply buried your head in the sand to believe that we were just another iteration of a faction that has flickered out from his flames of discordance. You failed to see what was staring you right in the face the entire time and only decided to take action now, but it’s far too late to act now. The Phantom Troupe has already gotten its web deep into the pyramid of this company, tunneling deep within to make sure we aren’t overshadowed by anyone around us and have gained a spotlight to do just that after our tremendous victory within the steel walls of WarGames.

However, that’s what happened in the past and we are all about the future. What does the future hold for The Phantom Troupe? For starters, we have to prove ourselves once more against the forces of OWA that the board has decided to place before us in a man who speaks about desperation to recapture his former glory only to not be able to see the hypocrisy that stares at right back at him through the mirror, the newly-crowned God of War who is owed some retribution from yours truly based on the past experience we’ve had against one another, and we have none other than a disgraced figurehead of OWA who hasn’t been able to be the same man he was that brought him the reputation he coasts upon. These are the men that have been placed against us and do you know what I have to say about that? So what? These three men will not be able to deter us because the fact remains that we have gone through more arduous challenges than this and we have cohesion, solidarity, and brotherhood between one another that will push us past anything these men have to say about that. I’m not saying that these men are slouches in the ring and don’t have the talent to back up their resumes because that’s far from the truth. Finnegan Wakefield is definitely one of the most determined and has a wealth of tactical resources he can utilize in an attempt to pick his opponent apart, Nate Cage holds a victory against me in singles competition already with his abilities definitely showcased in that match itself let alone with the achievement of God of War, and Keelan Callihan is a man who has taken me around that ring to match with the best of them as we have fought it out with everything on the line, I do not take away anything from these men that have been presented as our opponents when Olympus arrives. The only thing that prevents them from being able to stand against The Phantom Troupe is the same thing that makes this brotherhood of ours one of the biggest threats to ever stand foot in this company itself and that’s the unity we have between each other.

The same reason The Resistance faltered at Civil War will be the same reason this group of exceptional wrestlers that have been formed will be shattered on Olympus. Each of you has your own personal and individual goals you want to achieve, very unique styles that clash when you’re forced to be pitted against a group of men who have worked to achieve the cohesion that we create together, and it will be tested in ways that you didn’t think you would be tested in before. Finnegan Wakefield has the goal in his mind to make his way back to world championship glory and wants to use this victory against The Phantom Troupe to springboard his way to the Omega Heavyweight Championship, but how does that interfere with the plans of Nate Cage or Keelan Callihan? Nate Cage is the God of War and has the opportunity himself to become the Omega Heavyweight Champion in the palm of his hand and getting a decisive victory within this match would skyrocket him into that hemisphere of being legitimized as champion himself, not to mention his own vanity in doing it himself will play into effect considering how he doesn’t really play well with others now. Keelan Callihan is looking to bring a rebirth back to The Killer he once was a long time ago and what better way to do it at the expense of The Phantom Troupe who have just gotten off a large victory to reestablish the threat we are to this business? The fact remains that each of you has a personal and individual goal to achieve that you need to establish in this match for your own desires, but The Phantom Troupe stands here in this match for one purpose alone: chaos. Matt Miles desires to instill chaos with the purpose to provide an opportunity to advance his career, Darkane intends to show violent displays of chaos to create the visions of his art to the world, and you know the reasons why I desire to sow the seeds of chaos within OWA. As Finnegan said, a prophet of ruin to create a new order of wrestling through the decimated landscape we leave behind here. We have established a bond between one another through the hardships we’ve had to endure over the years, the copious amounts of disrespect that has been poured upon us over the years that we’ve grown tired of having to listen to after everything that we’ve done to build the foundation that people take for granted, and the challenges that have been placed upon for doing what is necessary for the wrestling industry to survive at this point. The fires you have cast upon us have forged the monster The Phantom Troupe has been transformed into, something greater than the past iterations that have been displayed previously to you because we have a purpose other than the mass chaos displayed from the past just to cause havoc upon you to get the glory and money we want. A purpose to bring back the business that I fell in love with, the business that I made my living and legendary career in, and bring a rebirth to the glory this business should have instead of the sinister selfishness that has plagued this business for far too long. The greed is a pandemic that needs to be eradicated in the same vein as COVID and the only vaccine to inject into OWA to provide salvation is the chaos we bring to the table. Eradicate the virus and through what remains from the skeleton of what once stood, create a glorious new beginning for the industry to experience. A haven for those who have established their legacies and created what everyone has taken for granted, a place to celebrate those who came before them instead of degrading and chastising them, a world where those men can be able to attain glory rather than slowly degrade and wither away into oblivion.

However, what is the long-term goal for The Phantom Troupe? What do we intend to have our future hold to make sure our mission has been accomplished? Simple. The Phantom Troupe will do whatever it takes to capture championship gold within our ranks. Restoring the Omega Heavyweight Championship to the glory it deserves instead of being held by childish pretenders who drag the prestige of the championship in the mud, attaining the OWA World Championship to gain the proper power to make our purpose a company-wide swath of destruction instead of being simply focused on Olympus, or any of the other titles that have been left within the hands of mediocrity to degrade into worthless baubles that only The Phantom Troupe can restore into trophies of merit… this is what the future holds within our grasp and what better way to do that than when we go towards the next event of Clash of the Titans? No matter how many legs of the spider are inserted into the match, no matter what number of us are granted the invitation to fight within the brawl for the opportunity of a lifetime, The Phantom Troupe will rise from that match as Titanslayer and marking our name not only in the annals of history, but to secure our opportunity for our purpose to be realized in establishing the dynasty of wrestling’s foundation. Finnegan Wakefield has decided to create an underestimation of myself to see nothing more but a man of desperation clinging onto the last vestiges of relevance he can muster, but Olympus will be the moment he’ll be forced to self-reflect upon himself for that desperation and know that my desperation doesn’t come from vanity or greed like his, but for the sense of purpose to bring forth the world I had once tried to create that was bastardized by men like him. He’s a man desperate to be the man he once was when OWA had begun and his historic OWA World Championship reign that he never lost, so he doesn’t need to patronize me about desperation. These are lies painted by a man who’s willing to do whatever he has to do to secure his desires, not much different than me, and vilifying me along with The Phantom Troupe to get the support of easily misguided sheep as their hero to push to the top of the mountain. Nate Cage probably has it within his mind that he has my number because of the singles victory he has established against me and he might have a case, but that would be a challenge considering the unity shared by The Phantom Troupe and the lack of it from this temporary alliance formed for Olympus. Cage’s focus rests on becoming a world champion through his God of War victory and nothing more and his lack of collaboration with those around him, it will be what costs him when we meet again. Keelan already knows what I’m going to say about him because as much as he hates to hear it, he’s not the same man. He’s a husk of himself, he’s a shell of the man he once was, and Olympus will only be a testament to that, but he won’t be a testament to just that. For let be known that we intend to reclaim what has been stolen from us, ripped away from us from the greed of the new generation, and these three tributes will serve as a testament to the future The Phantom Troupe will usher in.

A glorious future forged from the ruins of chaos and the ignorant masses of greed’s bodies.

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

Re: OWA Promos January 6th 2021, 10:02 pm by **VaeVictisBD**

Finding Peace

"The Prodigal Son" Finnegan Wakefield

"2021 is already getting off on the wrong foot when I am given no alternative but to make promises that are questionable to keep.

The tale of Sisyphus speaks of a man who was punished by Zeus to push a boulder up a mountain, only for it to roll all the way back down whenever he nears the top just for him to start again. I too must have pissed off Zeus somehow, because I find myself pushing forward this intense weight of every burden this match brings me on a personal level, and there is zero guarantees that effort will even find a favorable outcome. I am teaming with two men who, in my heart of hearts, I could never easily forgive for the things they have done to others or myself, yet I am willing to let those bygones be bygones for the sake of tackling a group that has long since overstayed their welcome in the OWA. By no means does this make us friends, it doesn't even really make us partners, it just makes us individuals who can put aside the past for the time being to tackle a mutual enemy. I know that is a lot to ask for, it is a lot to ask of myself, but the alternative option is to pick each other apart and make ourselves easy pickings for these vultures that circle above our heads. That is an outcome I want to avoid. Yet here I am, pushing the boulder up the steep hill and what have I heard from Nate Cage and Keelan Callihan leading into this? No sentiment of an agreement to coexisting to tackle the Phantom Troupe. No expression of interest letting the past stay the past for this one and only time. Not a single word that would assure a mind that is not so certain this task is otherwise possible. Don't mistake that for me now having a defeatist approach to this match, but to be the only one thus far to put a foot forward and bring some fight towards the task at hand, it doesn't instill a lot of confidence. And to me, a guy who doesn't do anything in half-measures, who puts his all into everything -- every match -- I set my mind to, that aggravates me. Almost to the point of accepting the proverbial suicide mission and saying "fuck it, I will do it myself." I am not ignorant enough to believe in that three-against-one outcome I will walk away victorious as a guarantee but under the right circumstances, with the right wheels in motion and miscommunications that can occur, it is possible despite the odds being slim to none. But even in failure, I would give them a fight on my own that will showcase that I am no pushover, I am no shell of a former self, I am not one to take lightly and underestimate in that ring because even if I fall, I will fall taking a piece of you with me be it mental or physical. I will always leave with something clutched in a dying grasp. No one, through sheer ignorance or otherwise, can question how far I am willing to push myself against all odds, to accomplish goals that may not even seem worth the effort from the outside looking in.

No one can deny the hell and high waters I will go through just to triumph over another.

And let this be the perfect example. Darkane. Matt Miles. Jacob Senn. I can not trust the men that stand at my side on Olympus, I won't deny that from you. I'm sure they don't instill a lot of trust in me either. They don't like me and I sure as shit don't like either of them. But I would be pissing against the wind to say without them, I could win. To team with anyone else in this situation, admittingly, there is a very short list of people to choose from that I could trust to do battle with in my corner. But if I had to team with anyone, to face the Phantom Troupe, a group of scumbag thieves with no sense of honor or pride, I struggle to think of a more suitable battalion to rival that other than tough scumbags without honor. Like them or not, that is what I have got in Nate Cage and Keelan Callihan, something I have experienced first hand. And I couldn't tell you why that is, perhaps I have taken one too many blows to the head, maybe my trust issues have manifested out of desperation to tackle this with the most unlikely of teams, or maybe I am just losing my mind and trying to justify a sense of comradery under the pressures of not falling to the likes of you this Friday night. Trust or not. Partners or not. Hell, victory or not -- I can promise you with every ounce of undying will I have within this body of mine -- I will ensure the Phantom Troupe will not leave this match feeling unbreakable. An impossible beast to conquer. The Phantom Troupe won't be perceived as unstoppable -- and I will do everything in my power to ensure that.

One by one, brick by bloody brick, that wall of confidence is coming down.

Matt Miles, you have had a lengthy career behind you. Almost ten years coming up, so naturally, I should, by that logic, value your assessment of my career as of late. I should take your feelings that I am not yet back to the prominence I once was to heart and should accept that as I approach this match with you. Yet I feel nothing to this assessment than numb to it. I find no value, find nothing worth taking to heart, quite frankly I find nothing compelling by it. I find it droll at best. Because this past year, yeah, I haven't scratched the surface of the World Championship scene even close to when I was the scene when OWA started. But after the slump, I have been pushing myself like no one else in this business does. I have gritted my teeth against pains that no one can relate to. I have put myself through the flames and forged out of myself a sharper instrument than I have ever been. I feel stronger than I have ever been. So when I do strike at that scene again, I can promise you this from the bottom of my heart, I will not scratch the surface, I will cut it in half when I claim it. I won't just leave a mark, I will leave an impression that will long outlive me. I don't have a "Medias touch" because I don't need gold to define me. I define the gold I claim. Something I have done in four years that you have failed to do in ten. Fitting you have aligned with the Phantom Troupe because yourself are a phase. You come in, you have some time to say your piece and have your matches but sooner or later, you fade back into the background and out of sight. The impact you leave lessens every time you reemerge just to disappear. A start-stop career that will never reach a high peak like I have before and will again. If chaos creates opportunity you have that this Friday night on Olympus. Prove me wrong if you can.

Find peace if I let you.

Where will you find your peace, Darkane? At the bottom of a bottle of alcohol? The last embers of a dying cigarette? Or when you are dead and buried with that bloodied shovel sticking out of the dirt? You're a hard case to figure out. The only thing that seems to make you tick is the prospects of violence, miseries of the world. The only act of kindness I think you'll ever accept is to the man or woman that ends your life. That must be a miserable existence. To have an outlook so bleak and a life so empty, no wonder you've grown to be infamous as one of the toughest bastards in wrestling -- if life punched me in the stomach as much as it punches you, I sure as shit would be able to firm a wrestling match without feeling pain. I don't know your story but to be honest, I feel reading it cover to cover, even a chapter, I would be overwhelmed with the feeling of dread. Where I am going with this is why you feel me being this "paragon of virtue" is considered a slanderous thing to proclaim me. Because I am certainly not ashamed of being looked at as such. Granted, I think people make me sound more boy-scout than I actually am, but I live a fairly enjoyable life. One that even the hardships of this sport hasn't completely tainted. And some of that, yes, is attributed to the woman I have come to love. But I don't see a burden in that. It doesn't make me fragile. It doesn't make me a lesser competitor, if nothing else it gives me more motivation to beat people who oppose those things -- people like yourself. While people with nothing to lose are dangerous, and you are a dangerous man Darkane, a man who has found peace will do anything to keep it.

My peace is the calm behind my violence.

As for Jacob Senn, I struggle to find where you can find peace with the current trajectory of your career. You seemingly retired on top, with the right people in mind behind it, with a legacy that painted you so highly. I struggle to find what this running with the Phantom Troupe can give you that you didn't already have. Or what fulfillment it could give you without sacrificing being looked at so highly. It's almost sad knowing you've gimped yourself of a career that ended on such a high note only to drag it through the filth of Phantom Troupe affiliation. I would pity you but I feel pity is the worst thing you can give someone. I can only give you my expressed disappointment as someone who looked at you as the measuring stick to one day rival. The dream match of Jacob Senn and Finnegan Wakefield is not so much a goal of mine anymore as it is putting another man out of his existential misery. This is the bed you have made for yourself in filthy sheets, one day someone is going to be the man that makes it the one your career dies in. I don't actively seek to be that lethal injection that does it, but I also wouldn't stray away from it should the opportunity present itself. Not because I hate you, nor do I claim to be the most to gain from such a thing, but because seeing this chapter of your career changes a story of hope and overcoming into a sad tale of loss. As the old adage goes; you either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.

I can promise you, you have forfeited anyone's right to call you a hero.

I am not in a state of mind that I would call peace. With enemy in front of me and enemies at my side, how could one find peace in that? My only saving grace is the notion of enemy of my enemy is my friend. When that bell rings, that may be true. But it could equally not be the case. I have learned that trust is temporary, it is betrayals fuel, to leave one for dead. When that bell rings, victory or defeat, I leave a ring of five people I consider future obstacles to topple, not a single friendly encounter among them. So I will find peace in this match the only way I know how;

Fighting until the last breath."

Aria Jaxon, Alyssa Grace, The Banshee, Eon Blue and Darkane have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos January 6th 2021, 9:56 pm by **TTtheT**

A lot of people try and use the turning of a new year as an excuse to suddenly decide to fix their glaring faults. From February to December, they ignore those things. They pretend that they don’t exist, they’re not that bad, whatever. But when the earth goes around the sun once, people decide to try and fix their lives. Mostly failing, too, until the next year comes. People are like that. Most have somewhat good intentions but are too lazy to actually put those intentions into action. It takes the smallest bit of encouragement to drag it out of them, but I’ve found that encouragement is rarer than it seems. What a shame. I’d like to think that I’m always out to improve myself. I’m not exactly the most average person in the world. Any time of the year, any day of the week, you get it. I’m not perfect. I’ve never been perfect, but I keep moving. I keep changing. I keep adapting for whatever the fuck gets thrown at me on a daily basis. But of course, only if something goes dramatically wrong. It used to be a weekly thing. When I used to lose match after match with no end in sight. Desperately switching it up, because what did I have to lose? But it now appears that I've found something that works. Does it involve more people than me? Of course. I never said I was a man with great morals, you know. But it works for me. I'm not perfect, but I think I'm doing pretty damn good. There's shit to improve on, but overall, I'm not that doing that bad, right? Because as far as I'm concerned, Noah Quinn has done everything right as of late. The Awakening has done everything right. We're winning matches, we're winning belts, and nobody has been able to stop us. We haven't exactly been going against pushovers either, even though it seems like it sometimes. We’re blazing through everyone that dares to step in our way, and trust me, a lot of people have felt the need to get in the way of an unmovable force. I’ve taken the TV championship and I’ve never looked back, shutting down everyone who tried to pry it out of my hands. Who else can they throw at me before this belt crosses into main event territory? How many more top stars can fall until they learn that no one will unseat me for this thing? I'm sure there'll be a few. And that's not me talking out of my ass. We've all seen what I can do already, so is this really a stretch? There's more to come. There will always be more to come. New year, new me? No, not much of me will be changing. But the well being of my opponents certainly will.

But still, I get the same shit from my opponents. Match after match, these people throw all my success out the window and go back to when I was some bottom bum trying to stay afloat. I get it. I really do. I'll be the first to admit that the shitty version of Noah Quinn had the audacity to step foot in this company. But he's continued to be attacked because he's the only version of me that anyone had an inkling of leverage over. They could blather on and on about haha, I couldn't win a match. Isn't it pathetic how Noah Quinn resorted to making a tag team with his mortal enemy? That's the shit that would've been acceptable to use against me...five months ago? Four months ago? The entirety of OWA has moved on from that unsightly portion of my career, but my opponents conveniently love to bring it up when I'm against them. Because there's nothing they can legitimately use against me at this point of my career. I haven't slipped up. I'm only going up, and up, and when people try and drag me down, they're pushed back down the mountain.

The only thing people can criticize is the silly moral part of it. The stupid concept that every match should be won cleanly. That I shouldn't use every tool I have at my disposal because...of morals? Because I should feel bad? That my opponent doesn't have the privilege of someone having their back? I used to care about them too, unfortunately. I used to blame every single loss on some bullshit that happened at the end. Some interference, a helping hand for the other side, you get it. But now I understand. I respect that they did what they needed to do to win. Those opponents that I despised for cheating now have my understanding. Because I had the chance to see the other side of it. I succeed with the same tactics that I used to hate. In a sport that's based around beating the shit out of each other, are morals really such a thing we should be worried about? Of course not. Because in the new standard of wrestling, the winners use every single advantage at their disposal. If it's not shared by the opponent, too bad for them. The new standard, weaved by the champions of Olympus. The standard of brutality, and whoever resists will be left in the dust. Adapt or be left in the past, where people used to worry about the silly shit that doesn't matter. If it brings in wins, it works. And look at me. Look at The Awakening. I think it works, doesn't it?

But we have to focus on the present, don't we? Visions of what's to come won't do anything for me against the Corsairs. It's clear that they don't know what the fuck they're talking about when they see Chaos Elite. They walked into this place, took one look and automatically assumed that they know everything there is to know about us. Graham, Noah, you don't know jack shit about anything we've done here. All this talk about us being singles stars, but before that, we were a team first. Chaos Elite existed way before The Awakening was even a concept in Fiora's head. I guess we should start with you, Graham. I wouldn’t call the SSW tag titles prestige. Hell, I wouldn’t call any of the shit that goes down in a company with a cracker championship prestigious. You’ve said it yourself, you didn’t exactly have the hardest competition going into that thing. You sent...two old ladies to the hospital? Is that what counts as a success for you? Two women that were dragged out of their retirement so they could be set up to fail? I wouldn’t take pride in beating up two stars out of their prime in what’s being called the biggest match of my life. This is not SSW. I’d like to think that this is known by everyone already, but I don’t know. You can flex and reign over their deflated tag division all you want, but when you finally face someone that knows what they’re doing...well I guess you already have. Derelict vs Graham Baker, anyone? We know how that turned out. Real shooters. That have the unluckiness of pathetically missing unless the target is served up to them on a silver platter. You don’t know shit, Baker. Who gives a fuck about why we were made? You can go on and on about how we couldn’t make it on our own, but look at us. We’re making it now, aren’t we? Whatever you say doesn’t change the belts we have around our waists. It’s clear that you don’t have anything on us because you have to make up fake excuses. Eon had to...take advantage of a triple threat? In a match that he had no say in? I didn’t know matches with three people were something to be taken advantage of. In a match that my brother won alone, after all the shitty things we’ve done, winning a triple threat is something to be ashamed of? And the same goes for my match against Darkane. I didn’t know that pulling out all the stops against a difficult opponent in a WIN was some sort of shitty thing to do. I didn’t realize that Darkane was on the level of Devi Krysis or Shaker Jones. I pull out all the stops because I want to win. Don’t you like winning, Baker? I know it’s been a while for you in this place. Maybe you could’ve beat the Troupe inside war games if you did the taboo act of trying to do everything in your power to win. Nah...that’s too much, right? You’re grasping at straws because you know that you’re already done. You bring up little things and pretend that they’re something horrible. You can’t find a real argument against us because we’re too much. We’re too good. You can talk about being a real shooter, or how you’re one of the best tag teams in the world that have trouble beating retirees. The Corsairs are being set up for failure. You just don’t know it yet.

Which brings us to the more skilled member of the duo. Noah, I thought you knew better than this, but you’ve proved yourself just as pathetic as Graham. While the Troupe was celebrating their win inside war games. While The Awakening raised every single belt on Olympus proudly. The Resistance were patting each other on the back. “Oh well...at least we didn’t lose too badly!” Cheering yourselves up by saying that you didn’t expect to get that far anyway. Great job, you gave them a fight. Does anyone give a shit? People only remember who won. Nobody cares that they had a hard road to it. You make up fake haters against you to make yourself feel better. To make the other losers around you feel better. Nobody thought it would be anything. But you pretended that the entire world was against you so you felt better about yourself when you lost. Sad. And just like Graham, you don’t know anything about us. We were a team first. Before the dramatic singles runs and title wins, Chaos Elite wasn’t some creation of Fiora. Assume, assume, assume. We were doing tag team wrestling before we found ourselves holding singles gold, and we were doing it damn well. The fact that you carry around gold from another company and call it the top prize is just insulting. Who the fuck do you think you are, Nobi? He can be excused for carrying around his former Puroresu championship because it’s the closest thing to success he’s ever had in his career. You need to be humbled, and Chaos Elite are just the guys to put your ass in it’s place. Despite everything you’ve done in OWA, you still have this mindset of being the best. You’ve failed at everything you’ve done in OWA, but use those SSW tag titles as an excuse to talk shit about people that are miles ahead of you. We're going to do to you what we did to every single idiot that feels the need to take us lightly. Don't people like you learn? That maybe it's not that wise to underestimate us? You and Baker have had...what...one match against a couple of retirees? Months after you were putting bullets in the man you would trust with your life, you're now saying that it'll be easy to beat one of the best units in OWA. As much as you'd like to think that the tag division is your playground, you're nothing but a little boy that thinks too much of himself. People say that defeat helps them grow. But in your case, it’s only somehow grown your ego even bigger than it already is. You walked out of Civil War with bruises, pain, and a blemish on your record, but still, you were satisfied. The Awakening doesn't settle for failure. We don't settle for putting on a good performance in a losing effort. That's not something anyone should be proud of. But I guess that shows our different standards of excellence.

If losing makes you proud of yourselves, I guess we'll be making your days a little better.

VaeVictisBD, Holden Tudics, Alyssa Grace and Eon Blue have spoken. It’s such good shit!

[Graham Baker Nukes Noah Quinn - Colorised, 2021]

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The Awakening.

What’s there to be said that hasn’t already been said? Me and Noah are going to clean the floor with these fucking toe-sucking jabronis, and we’re gonna call it a day. Who gives a fuck about the Chaos Elite? Nathan Fiora might, I guess, but I’d be willing to bet that once they run out their usefulness as flunkies, and their backs get too sore to become footrests, they’ll be out at the curb like old garbage. Think about it for a moment, and, I mean, look at the four of us, collectively. You’ve got the trash-eating hobbit and his young boy-toy buddy, and then you’ve got me and Noah. Noah’s about as tall as the biblical Nephilim so he’ll reach down and crush your asses physically like he’s already done verbally, and me? I’m about as wide as a fridge, so try and put me on your ass, you’ll only break your fists.

Plus, y’know, we’re international superstars. Multi-time world champions. Countless other accolades. Stacks on stacks of tournament wins. Everyone gives a shit about the Corsairs, the big wigs waving their wallets around to see who can throw enough dosh to get us walking in. They did it here, which you blind fucks seem to ignore because it doesn’t fit your narrative, and they’ll do it again the next time we find enough free time to go collect some tag gold.

Speaking of tag gold-that’s the real difference between us two teams, innit? How many tag belts have the two of you won?

Go ahead, I’m waiting.

…

None, aye? Noah and I’ve got two right now, and I can promise you they ain’t the first, nor are they gonna be the last. We had to damn near kill two Joshi legends to get our hands on these here straps, and they put up the fight of a lifetime. Use whatever sporting analogy you want, the Superbowl, the Stanley Cup, the World Series-it was us testing our mettle against something practiced and proven. We came out on top. It took everything we had-everything that we had-but we made it happen. Covered in blood, we held those straps high, and we showed the entirety of SSW, of Japan, of The World that a united front of Corsairs was stronger than anything in the annals of their history.

Comparatively, you two? You’re spring training in the fucking minors.

Noah Quinn, the blessed boy, beater of golden goose Finn Wakefield for that there Television Championship. Behind your back, I chatted with a couple of the suits about getting a swing for your belt, but no luck. Perhaps I’ll have to beat that opportunity out of you like you’re a fucking pinata, eh? You’ve held that belt by hook or by crook, driving a shovel into Darkane’s balls, taking advantage of every opportunity afforded to you, all for a measly piece of television gold. You’ve made a name for yourself, I’ll give you that-no one on the street before knew Noah Quinn, and they probably still don’t, but you’ve at least got some notes to put on the resume before you wash out of this industry and into the next. Wouldn’t be the first time, would it? You ‘got bored’ of MMA, got bored of knocking out cans, and so you came knocking on the door of my industry. Something I’ve fostered and cared for my entire life, something I’ve spilled gallons of blood and sweat over, Noah, this isn’t yours. This isn’t some fucking retirement home for old legends once they’ve taken a few too many punches inside the cage, no bingo hall for boys who can barely spell their own names with all the brain damage they’ve absorbed.

No cage fight will prepare you for someone like me. No referee who balks at the first sign of blood can brace you for someone like Noah Reigner.

Like I said before, your gold and the reputation you’ve made so far are impressive, no doubt, but they’re the tip of the fucking iceberg. You’ve taken on fighters, and Darkane brought you to a limit in a war, but Darkane, for all his gusto, ain’t as cutthroat as I am. Darkane’s got a breaking point, I only break when all my blood’s been brought forth from my veins and all my bones have been blitzed into dust. Knee me in the skull, drop me on my head, and I’ll keep on coming ‘til you put one in my fucking heart. Your shaven head and hobo-fuckin’ beard don’t bother me, nah. Intimidation won’t do shit to me when I’ve seen, time and time again, that you can’t do the work to back it the fuck up.

You, atleast, though, have something to hang your hat on, albeit small. Let’s talk about your buddy, here. Openweight Champ Eon Blue, the guy who had to beat up a fuckin’ girl to get what was his. You feel tough, champ? No one hates throwing hands with chicks, of course, but the ones I mess around with tend to be able to put up a fight, not get dropped on their fuckin’ head when the opportunity presents itself. Congratulations, though, you’re one of the top all-encompassing competitors in the company. I’ve got no doubt that once you finally get to work doing something with that belt, you’ll have plenty of competition lined up.

Instead, now you’re facing off with us.

…

Maybe that title reign won’t be so long-lived after all.

You see, Eon, despite your words against The Corsairs, that we’re just two folks cobbled together out of spite, that we won those tag belts together out of spite, there’s much more here for you and Quinn to learn that goes far, far beyond spiteful behavior and anger. You two are simple folk, seeing how easily that Fiora got in your head and convinced you that his path was the right one, so I’ll explain it to you slowly. Noah and I, we didn’t team together because we had no other path, hell, I was about to take his fucking head off when I first came through OWA’s doors.

Circumstance, however, leads to opportunity, and it turns out we’d learned quite a bit from tangling across Tokyo and Tobetsu. We’d built up a repertoire-that being, a relationship built on the violence we could inflict together. Our first outing was successful, and despite the minor setback of the slaughter at WarGames, we’re set dead ahead on a road to gold, be it yours or The Queens. We don’t give a fuck about you roadbumps, spitting the same facts that a million other clowns that’ve fallen before us, individually or together, just bodies to fill graves.

You’ll be the next.

Sycophants have no place in the upper rung of this sport, this society, and we’re leading a hell of a purge here, aren’t we? You’re just the first fragments of this Awakening that we need to put down, a reformation rumbling in the guts of this organization, and if we have to make an example of you to quell this uprising, we sure as shit will. You won’t be the first two corpses I’ve dumped into shallow graves, and you sure as hell won’t be the last. It’s a theme, isn’t it? The whole ‘firsts and lasts’-you’ll be the start of our legacy here, the first win in a daisy chain of many, but this match may damn well be your last. Noah and I don’t play parlor games, we don’t play insults.

We play for keeps.

And with you boys?

Well, that gold’s looking like a mighty fine take.

…

See you at Olympus, ‘Chaos Elite’. Bring the fight.

We will.

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

Re: OWA Promos January 6th 2021, 9:22 pm by **Noah Reigner**

The room was pitch black except for one spotlight which shines onto the subject of today's video; Noah Reigner. The Assault Rifle stood, back to the camera at first - letting the focus lay solely on the “CORSAIRS” scripture on the back of his black leather jacket. After a few moments, he would turn around to face the camera. His jacket was open and his SSW Tag Team championship was strapped around his waist. Noah’s facial expression was stone, not even the hint of a smirk touching his lips as it normally would. His blonde bangs hung in front of his eye a bit, but it didn’t block our view from finding his eyes locked on the camera.

“Nathan Fiora; do yourself a favor and find yourself better disciples, because what you have settled on are two clowns with significant brain damage.

Case in point, the shared argument that myself and Baker aren’t a ‘real team’ because of issues that were present last summer. ‘Can the Corsairs coexist? Can they work together?’, all the while knowing that Graham and I have been side by side since the Phantom Troupe began targeting us. Knowing that Graham and I have dealt with the issues present and have went on to secure one company’s tag team championships. Can the Corsairs coexist? I don’t know, how about you go back and watch War Games where Graham and I did everything in our power - together - to push the Resistance as far as we could -- that will answer your question. Or, maybe do some research on your opponents before spewing generic bullshit that we’ve heard since we reformed this Corsairs group; but that’s asking just a little too much isn’t it? To base your entire psychological approach to this match on the basis that Graham and I ‘aren’t a real team’ because we had a competitive fall out just shows how ignorant you both are. To all but promise victory based on an argument that we’ve already proven to be nullified, is foolish and stupid.

But I shouldn’t be surprised because this is coming from the person that made the argument that I was clinging onto the Corsairs for ‘relevancy’. That statement alone proved to me that you really had no idea what you were talking about. Imagine being stupid enough to claim that someone, a former multi-time world champion not to mention all of the other accolades and championships picked up along the way - someone who’s a huge name in this industry and one of last years biggest signings for the OWA, is irrelevant. That’s your current Television champion, a man who’s fallen into the same mindset as every other schmuck that I’ve ended up surpassing and defeating. Coming at me with the old, tired statements like ‘Noah’s blown up too fast and is a disappointment’. Indulge me, Quinn; why am I a disappointment? Because I have yet to win a match here in my stay in OWA? Direct your blame to the Phantom Troupe, interfering and costing me my matches in the small amount of time I’ve been here. Is it because I lost War Games? You mean the match where I was handcuffed to the ropes for the better part because the Troupe knew I was too much of a threat? The only disappointment coming from that is the fact that five men were too chickenshit to fight a fair fight, so they had to single out one of the top talents from the opposite team and render me incapable of fighting due to being handcuffed.

But what is it, Noah - do people only remember me for leading the Corsairs or for the winning the SSW championship? Or wait a minute, what about EAW? What about WWH? What about Union Battleground? What about So Cal and the british company I dominated in? Because, as you said, I can present arguments of my success and accomplishments in all of those companies. So what is it? Tell me what people remember me for. Actually, I’ll do it for you. People will remember me as the man who kicked Noah Quinn’s face in, just for the fun of it. People will remember me, as the one who humbled Noah Quinn and put him in his fuckin’ place at Olympus.

You try to come off as an intellectual, but everytime you open your mouth - you show that you’re the complete opposite. Your entire argument against me collapsed on itself multiple times, yet you continued on - only further making a fool of yourself. You’ve gone on and on about how Graham and I can’t work as a team, how we can’t trust each other - yet we hold tag titles and were the sharpest weapons on the Resistance team that was, supposedly, ‘buried’ by the Phantom Troupe. I know you have a big head; Fiora stoking the flames of that ego that’s beginning to burn uncontrollably, all due to the fact that you’re the Television champion and have racked up some defences. Even beat ol’ boy Darkane cleanly. But here’s a challenge for you, Noah. Prove that it wasn’t a fluke. If you and Eon are so convinced that the Corsairs aren’t a ‘real team’ like Chaos Elite, or the Awakening - whatever - are .. then prove your little assumptions and beat us. Beat us with no strings attached. Do something that not even the legendary Goto sisters could. Do something that the Phantom Troupe couldn’t do without cuffing me to the ropes.

But you won’t be able to.

You claim that you and Eon are the ‘best tag team in OWA’, and that you’re going to test Graham and I. Arrogance is a double edge sword, Quinn and this time it’s going to backfire and be your downfall. You won’t be able to beat us, and this ‘test’ that you claim is for us - will be passed without much of a challenge at all. You won’t be able to, because Graham and I have mastered this tag team science lately. You already know and have admitted that I’ve been at the top of the world in singles competition, and Graham has as well. And now we’re on track to replicate that success in tag team form. It’s already well-documented what we can do together, and if you’re willfully blind to it now - then we will force you to pay attention, at no one’s cost other than your own.”

And there it was, that signature smirk of his. But it wasn’t an arrogant smirk, more so a menacing one. Noah wasn’t known to make baseless threats; he fully intended to make all of his words come true. Especially when he says he and Baker were going to punish Eon and Noah.

“And then we have Fiora’s biggest ass-kisser, Eon. All I can gather from you is that you emptied your bank account buying in on Nathan’s bullshit, but let me plant this seed into your feeble little brain. Your father and savior wouldn’t be the OWA Champion, your leader, or your savior had it not been for Darkane and the Phantom Troupe’s meddling. Back before this whole Awakening garbage, Graham Baker had Derelict on the ropes and was seconds away from becoming the Champion. What would have come of you then? All of your Fiora ball-washing would have never begun and; after listening to you babble on about Fiora and how much his mentorship has ‘guided your way’; you would still be a lost little runt, drowning in the waters of OWA by yourself. Nathan Fiora, on his best day, doesn’t compare to Graham on his worst. Nathan would have never taken the title off of Baker and this whole charade would not exist.

Let that sink in, Eon.

Your fearless leader is only champion by happenstance, and I can guarantee you - the first real competitor that steps in front of him will take that championship away. This whole collection of glorified enhancement talent parading around as the ‘top guys’ on Olympus is beginning to run it’s coarse. When you and Quinn step into the ring with Baker and I, we’re going to shake this ‘Awakening’ down to it’s core. The lessons taught by Fiora won’t help you against the shooters. You and Quinn may have teamed a few times prior, but you’re out of your element. You’re both quick to point out the competitive rivalry Baker and I had, but you're also quick to brush off the dominance that’s the result of us standing side by side. You’re quick to bring up the fact that we butted heads, but you ignore the fact that we’ve since squashed all of that and are reigning champions in Japan. And then have the gall to say that you’re the best tag team on Olympus? You two don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into - and just listening to the both of you speak is evidence of that.

Your partner said, ‘let’s focus on the future’ - but the two of you have spent your entire week leading up to this match obsessed over the past of myself and Baker, convinced that we’re not a ‘real team’ because of it. And if that wasn’t bad enough, you - Eon - spoke so much rhetoric about Nathan Fiora that the ‘Blue’ part of your name is a representation of you choking on his dick. Nathan Fiora isn’t in this match and he won’t be able to help or save you when Baker and I are stomping you and your boy into the mat. Nathan Fiora won’t be able to stop us from ripping your heads off and shitting down your necks simply because we feel like it. I told you and your partner the last time I stepped in front of this camera; Baker and I are going to send a message to Aria and Cloud through you. Just beating you won’t suffice, so we’re going to go the extra mile and utterly destroy the two of you.

This is our division now, you two are no longer necessary.”

Noah stepped closer to the camera. His tone was laced with venom. His eyes were fire. The Corsairs were dead serious on their charge into the OWA. Aria Jaxon and Cloud Matsuda stood at the top of the mountain right now, but Noah and Graham were focused and were gunning for the Queens. Chaos Elite were the unfortunate first pair of victims to step in their way.

“Consider this a cleansing of the worthless and useless in the tag team division. Myself and Baker have our eyes set on the championships currently around the waists of the Queens. The world saw what we did to the Goto sisters in order to remove the championships from them; only imagine what we’re going to do to the Queens and to every other tag team in our way here in OWA. Eon, Noah - before this, I cared very little about either of you - and nothing has changed in that regard. After Olympus is said and done, after we’ve wiped our - soon to be - bloody boots clean, we’ll go back to not giving a single solitary fuck about either of you. But since Eon gave us a proposition, I’ll end this with our answer. You offer us a spot in ‘The Awakening’ and want us to make the right choice? Here’s our choice.

Fuck the Awakening.”

The video ended with Noah Reigner flipping his middle finger at the camera.

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

Re: OWA Promos January 6th 2021, 5:04 pm by **DarkCircle**

{Scene start: A flickering image slowly appears onto the screen and sits there silently for a few seconds before the voice of Ryo comes out from out of the silence}

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Ryo: They say that while war, war never changes… war however does change a person, puts them through a soul wrenching wringer until they themselves cannot recognize the very face of the person on the other side.

{The screen slowly fades into a shot of Ryo, dressed rather plainly for the first time ever since we've first seen him, with his back against a pale gray featureless wall. His blonde hair now gone and replaced with something more natural to himself as he gives the camera a half-hearted smirk}

Ryo: I can’t deny that I wasn’t changed by what happened at the Great War last year and not one person can say that I didn’t throw myself willingly into the battle...yes, Abholos did laugh me off and I still owe him a bad turn or two for that shit, but you can’t test yourself and show your mettle unless you are willing to put yourself to the ultimate tests of your skills and that’s what I chose to do.

Did I almost get gutted like a fish by the “Disaster Artist” to try and prove myself to the OWA faithful, to prove that I belonged here in this company?

Fuck *yeah*, but it was worth it.

{Even with the obvious changes that he’s underwent, Ryo seems to be a little bit more different that one can see as he runs the fingers of his right hand through his mop of now dark hair}

Ryo: Now I know that I have a match on the very first Kingdom of the new year where I have to tag with my fellow Frontline member and pain in my ever so sexy ass that is Arata Asakura...but let’s shelf whatever issues that I have with Arata and he with I for a moment to focus on the bigger issue here which is that this isn’t just any ordinary tag team match.

This is a tag team match for the Omega Wrestling Alliance World Tag Team titles against the Queens of Wrestling.

The team of Hera Incarnate herself, Aria Jaxon....and my trainer, the War Queen that is Stephanie Matsuda.

So no pressure.

{Ryo shakes his head for a moment before making a clicking noise with his tongue before his dark eyes look back up at the camera}

Ryo: Everyone in this company knows that I’m not afraid of putting in the work at all and being given a match of this kind at this stage in my career is a very high mark of what this company thinks of me in terms of what I can do and what I can do in the future, the first time around I was more worried about other things in connection to the Spartan title...but now, right now I don’t care if my tag team partner hates my fucking guts or not, just as long as he remembers to do his share of the workload then everything will come up golden.

You see behind the scenes I’ve been working my ass off to improve on my in ring skills, trying to make sure that I could become the best wrestler that I could ever possibly be and the only way to do that is by constantly seeking to improve my skills and make my hustle in this sport even greater and sure enough, I knocked on the wrong shadows and what answered...well, what further training that I’ve gained since then has been very helpful in its own dark way but sure enough at Kingdom this weekend I fully intend to showcase what I’ve learned and how the Great War has changed me for the better *AND* worse.

{Ryo’s face breaks out into his signature confident smile at this point, only there is something darker to it as there is something even darker in his eyes that could send a chill down one’s spine}

Ryo: You see, Aria and Stephanie, I have every confidence that Arata and I will not only prove to be one of your toughest challenges yet but we’re also going to be the ones that will walk away with the tag team titles at the show because for the first time since winning the gold, you’re going up against a team that is exactly like the two of you, Stephanie-Sensei.

I mean yes, you two are two of the most decorated wrestlers that I’ve ever had the chance to share the ring with if not two of the most decorated wrestlers in this entire *company*...but when it comes right down to complete opposites getting in there and getting this shit done, can you think of any better pairing than Ryo Sakazaki and Arata Asakura?

Yes, he and I despise each other but that takes nothing away from the fact that we both want this victory no matter the cost. The only difference is that while he’ll be trying to end this match quickly...I’ve learned that’s when you run into more chances to allow your opponents to capitalize on your mistakes and thus take the win from you like what happened to me when I stepped into the ring with J.D. for the Spartan championship.

You see my thought there was some of your own teachings, Stephanie-Sensei. You taught us to move quickly and take each and every advantage and that’s what I tried to do that night against J.D. but it was *he* who won the match that night because he made things slow down and he used his experience in such matters to easily whittle me down until I couldn’t take it anymore…

{Ryo then slowly spreads his arms out wide}

Ryo: Now mind you I’m not saying that you did a bad job, Stephanie-Sensei, but what I am saying is that one principal just doesn’t work for me in the end. It works great for everyone one of your other students...but for guys like me, we have to lumber like Oni rather than float like Tengu and I’ve noticed that when I take my time with an opponent that’s when I usually have the most exquisite fun tearing them limb from limb.

You know, like how Jacob has been doing since he had his Awakening a short while ago?

{Ryo then slowly brings his arms back towards himself, his dark eyes never leaving the camera’s view as he does so}

Ryo: That’s another reason why at Kingdom Arata and myself will be crown the new tag team champions, because I trust him to work at his own destructive speed...just like I know he will do the same to me, because deep down in the bottom of the cockles and colon of that little heart of his...he knows, he *KNOWS* that when I get going and get going properly, that I can move mountains and he knows that deep down in the blackest pit of my black little heart that I will move heaven and hells to get this job done and to help secure us the victory.

Now, you and Aria are probably asking yourselves if Arata can really trust me to carry my half of the load for this match and the answer is actually a resounding yes.

Because I want those tag team titles, Queens.

I’m not saying that I’m so hungry that I can smell them or anything as goofy as that, no.

What I am saying is that I want those tag team titles and I don’t care who I have to work with to get them because I understand what opportunity has been presented to me and I will be god *DAMNED* if I let this slip past me and I will not allow Arata to let this slip either, not when I’ve worked so hard to become even better at my chosen art and at Kingdom, Arata Asakura and I will walk out of the Tacoma Dome as the new Omega Wrestling Alliance tag team champions...or else, heads will roll. That I can *promise* you.

Now if you all will excuse me, it is back to the millstone for me.

{Ryo then gets up and leaves as the screen fades out}

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

Re: OWA Promos January 6th 2021, 3:52 pm by **Devi Krysis**

The Return of AK-47

Odyssey LVII #2

(Devi's Home Gym, Afternoon)

(Devi continues to training for Odyssey LVII, The first Odyssey in 2021. As she and her Adorkable partner Azurine Vebbins taken on The New AK-47 Revy and April Song of Demo Corps. For past few days since new years kickoff Devi's is focused, determined, and willing to start a clean slate, a reset for the Untamed Bloodwolf. And she's continued to be Stark's apprentice, and taking his training regimen, sky's the limit with Devi, has she had some words for both opponents.)

It's been a few days since 2021 kickoff, and what better way for me to start off on the right note. Has both me and Azzy taking on AK-47 once again. And it seems that the landscape has officially change since the Demolition Corps. Defeated Wolvesden. *slow clapping* bravo, bravo y'all ladies did the impossible at Civil War, beat the pillars of Odyssey and now Revy and April Song, I told you both that 2021 will be my year and it'll continue through 2021 Women's Clash of The Titans and headlining Final Destination 3. And like I said i'm not looking at the future just yet, i'm looking at the now and you two bitches are going to get beat courtesy of Devi Krysis and Azurine Vebbins because the reset will begin.

(Devi's continues to training, practice her Kickboxing and grappling has she continues to talk about AK-47)

And just because you four are demanding stuff from Viola DeMarco like you ladies own her anything, hell the way I see it you four don't own shit, and April I'm gonna warned you that the last time that me and Azzy face AK-47, well...perhaps Revy will tell you because we been down that road before. And what makes you think this will be any different now you teaming up with her? Regardless that me and Azzy had been through at the Triple Threat Tag Team match at Civil War, we came this close to win The World Tag Team Championships. That's how our bond has a team is solid has ever been.

When I look at Azzy, I see a friend, a sister, and a resilient competitor and I hope her 2021 year will reach into new heights and one day will trained together, That's something that you two couldn't have. So in the next few days you two better think of the strategy because you two are not looking at the competitor that losing matches left and right, you two are not looking at the competitor that had a honored to combat with Stephanie Matsuda, Aria Jaxon, Dulce Torres and Diantha Rosso, no no no you two are going to be looking at the person who ready to kick off the new year in right with new moves in my arsenal, and the brand new attitude that i'm going to bring in the table. And once we're done with you two i'll be focused on preparing for 2021 Women's Clash of The Titans and hopefully my Adorkable partner will joined in along with me, So Odyssey LVII be prepared ladies because me and Azzy are ready to bring the noise to the Demolition Corps. See you Saturday, oh in the moral words of the late Kenny Drake and The Wolvesden....

WOLVES AETERNUM

Re: OWA Promos January 6th 2021, 2:32 pm by **Hana Nakajima**

Atlantis #1: Waste of Space.

07.01.21 Spokane, Washington

*The Christmas break in OWA came to an end, but she was one of those people who didn't have time to get a good rest. To be honest, the responsibilities that she had recently occupied so much of her attention that she still had no time to come to terms with what happened at Civil War. It seemed a bit uncomfortable, especially since in the first match after their return, Hana will fight with Rebecca Brookes, who took the title that night, against Ashes of the Wake. A group that stopped being completely indifferent to her, but it wasn't like she had any feelings towards these people. It was more that it was strange for her to become in some way against the actions her boyfriend had taken. But work was work, and she knew that something like this couldn't stop her from her own development. Hana had to make a statement to show everyone that the Goddesses Championship Match wasn't all she could do, and it was just the beginning of great things ahead of her. Especially, she wanted Rebecca to notice that. However, currently was not the right time to fight each other, but to get the job done. She will worry about the future later.*

*The video shot opens on the backstage of the arena, one hour before the show starts. Hana, wearing a red and white ring gear, white knee pads and red ring boots, is leaning against the wall with her hands in the pockets of her white hoodie. Her wavy hair falls over her shoulders, and a white choker with a star can be seen around her neck. Her whole image is completed with a delicate girlish make-up, but even her charming appearance does not hide the fact that she is still disappointed. After the while, the Japanese woman takes a deep breath and starts talking.*

Honestly, I don't even know when the whole free time has passed. Perhaps, because I was moving from one war to another, this time completely slipped through my fingers, even if I should use it for myself. But in a way, I did it anyway, because if I had to choose a comfortable bed instead of a tough battle every time, my future in this industry would not be promising. That's why I don't regret giving my best at Civil War. So I don't regret anything I did during the World Domination Match. And I don't think I will regret anything in the future, because I never do something against myself. Even if in some way I still feel disappointed, that it was not me who left the arena with Goddesses Title in my hands, I do not want to treat it as a failure, but rather as a promise of the future. Nothing ends in one place, and certainly not for ambitious people like me. So you don't have to worry about my attitude, Rebecca. I still kinda feel sad for some things that happened on the way to your title victory, but I also know tonight's match is important to both of us. You definitely want to show that you've been worthy of becoming the new champion, and I want them to know that I am still hungry for success. This is especially important, because Clash of the Titans is coming. And if someone doesn't understand how big of a chance it is, then they have to be stupid. You know, perhaps the bad feelings are not one-sided, Becks. Maybe you also have a grudge against me for all those things I said, but this is not the talk for tonight. This time we should focus on these two guys ahead of us.

These two guys who shouldn't even be an obstacle to us for one simple reason. Maybe they are from one faction, but they are definitely not on the same level and carrying some deadweight is too heavy job for one person against two talented competitors. Honestly, Maverick seems to be getting fed up with the fact that he has to babysit him all the time and I'm not surprised at all. However, it got to the point when he no longer respects him. You hear me right, Jacob. It was known from the start that Ashes of the Wake only treats you as a human shield and what Mav thinks about you only proves it. Even if they tried to help you for a while, by losing millions of opportunities you don't deserve, you still haven't been able to show them that you are worth their time. Thus, even if at first they hoped you would be just a little useful, now they just don't care about you. Moreover, you are even disturbing them. The fact that you probably realize it and don't do anything about it is not only pathetic, but also shows how weak you are, and that only because of them you are able to get a five minutes of fame, Jacob. To be honest, it is sad for a number of reasons. One is that you have completely lost faith in yourself and the other is that you are so dependent on people who would turn their backs on you if it were for their benefit. However, this is what it is like to choose a 'company' that doesn't suit you, Jacob. I know something about it myself. But the difference between you and me is that I am not chained up like a dog, waiting for them to become interested in me again. I can take care of my own business, because I was not brought up to be a loser. Both as a person and as a wrestler. You should know this well, because you know the person who opened the doors to the world of wrestling for me. The same person was whooping your ass for the last couple of months. In fact, a lot of people have done this on Kingdom, so it's not a huge accomplishment. However, this is a kind of warning. Therefore, before you start talking about some bullshit that you don't even know who I am, remember that Arata-San doesn't waste his time on random people. The fact that he has taught me everything I know about the industry over the last few years proves that I am the future of the world of wrestling. You, Jacob, never were, and never will be, because you gave up. It may not be nice, but it's hard for people to believe in you, when your own faith in yourself died long ago. I just feel sorry for Maverick, that because of you, he is entering an already lost battle.

Speaking of Mav, a lot of you are probably shocked that I even care about him. Well, everyone knows that just a few months ago I considered him an egoistic and malicious dickhead, but I had enough time to think about it. And guess what? I still think the same way, but at least I had a chance to understand him. Before someone takes it wrong, I'm not going to defend him. I still think that a lot of the things he has done and he will do in the future are wrong, but I just started to tolerate him. Besides, you all know that I have a good heart, and it's sad to see that someone has to put effort into something that is impossible to do. This is what this match looks like. While me and Becks are quality itself, Maverick works for two only for this waste of space to screw up so much at the end of the day. In short, a Sisyphean Task. However, it's also Mav's fault that he decides to be someone else's bitch boy every single time. As much as I appreciate you helping the person I love, you would eventually learn to be independent. For now, you look like a little child holding mom's hand, because you are afraid of falling. You can do better than that, Mav, but as usual you're too busy trying to fight people on Twitter, instead of focusing on yourself. Do you want everyone to hate you? All right, not my business. However, at some point you will hate yourself for limiting your career because of such bullshit. Don't get me wrong, we're still "buddies", but tonight I just don't care about anything else, but a win, Mav.

Besides, I don't know what you're trying to do, but leave Rebecca alone, because I have a bad feeling about it. I know you and I can see that you're just trying to break her heart, and she deserves better. Start acting like an adult, because for now you are like a horny teen, with that simping shit of yours, who has drunk too much and called his ex, because he feels lonely.

*Hana pauses for a moment to take a deep breath, then moves to the final stage of her short message.*

It seems to me that everything I said is obvious. I felt sad due to what happened at Civil War, but I am ready to move forward. I'm not going to cry or complain. From now on, I am going to let everyone know that it is only a matter of time until I am the last woman standing during the Clash of the Titans. However, there is still a while before it will happen, so I have to do the dirty work first. That's why tonight I have to send Ashes of the Wake back to the Kingdom, or rather what's left of them. As I said not long ago, I am not going to be a victim of another war. I will be the one to win this time and these two are just the beginning of my path to success.

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

Re: OWA Promos January 6th 2021, 6:17 am by **Gwen Harper**

Atlantis Promo 1

Death Blow

The scene opens in a dark room, there are only two things in the room, a blood soaked gurney, and laying upon it is Samuel Ogden. As the camera moves in, we see Sam with bandages lying in wait and slowly he sits up as the camera comes into view. Only one of his glaring eyes visible behind the soaked red bandages.

A Death blow is a Life blow to Some

Oliver harpe you have stoked within me a fire of burning and hatred like no other before thee. I am aching and baking to peel myself from this bed of despair that I may walk to your door and deliver to you a beating the likes of which you have never seen. For weeks on end I lie trying to slumber and rest from the brutality you laid upon me in your efforts to end me before I could ascend to the glory that awaits my personage. How it felt as the cold stone of the arena crushed my ribs and took my breath from this body and I sat here waiting and wanting to bring all this pain and suffering back to its administor.

Who till they died, did not alive become—

Ogden swings his legs from the gurney and places them on the floor.

But through your actions have I become stronger, leaner and meaner as I rehab the broken bones you accomplished by driving me off my stage. Awoken within me is a demon who I will not hinder and bring back to you the torment you rendered. No beauty will be found in the methods I take as I bend no as I break you down to nothing. Your blood will be painted to the canvass beneath us as I tear through your corpse and leave nothing to relinquish your desires for saving. I promise to you no short of this beating and a greeting of the death you will be receiving by my hands and my hands alone. All of this started because you could not find it within you to be just a partner and turned me to darkness for you sought to harm my own ambitions. Damn you and your cowardly intentions.

Who had they lived, had died but when

They died, Vitality begun.

Sam stands from the gurney and walks toward the camera, the bandages falling off him to reveal he is no longer injured from the plunge he endured from the Kingdom Stage.

Come Atlantis I travel and bring with me the judges gavel that will render you meaningless in the eyes of the people. I promise to rise up and use this moment of darkness to pain the world a brighter future with me at its apex and through your defeat will beauty show and the world will know of your folly. I am to be more than the story you tried to write me and now you will be laid low by my hand. Oliver Harpe I exercise you from my story and my future grows bolder as yours ends in horror as you relaize you are nothing more than a pestilence and will forever be known as Ogdens first step to greatness.

Sam reaches a hand out and the camera suddenly goes black.

Poem by Emily Dickenson

Alyssa Grace has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos January 6th 2021, 1:42 am by **Elijah Hampton**

(He didn’t get the job done. Elijah’s hopes of becoming the new Openweight Champion never came to fruition. Sad stuff. Depressing even. Well, unless you ask Shea that is. I’m sure he’s loving every second of his tag team partner failing on pay-per-view because he’s a big bully tbh. But not becoming champion isn’t the only pain Elijah is going through. The physical pain is there too. In case you forgot, towards the end of his match at Civil War, the newly crowned Openweight Champion, Eon Blue, swung a steel chair with nails to Elijah’s beautifully handsome face. That was the last image of Elijah Hampton for the year 2020. All bloody! But now, it’s a new year. New year, but the same old slithery snek that is Elijah Hampton. Today’s scene is backstage. The arena doors swing open and the camera pans to Elijah’s face. It’s heavily bandaged. Bruised in multiple spots. The camera then pans down and he’s sitting in a wheelchair. A couple of members of his entourage/pit crew wheel him towards the camera. Elijah’s legs are perfectly fine. He’s just being a drama queen.)

Elijah *mumbling*: “Oh no! Cameras! I’m not ready for this! They aren’t ready either. For them to see their hero in such rough shape! It’ll scar them! Like the scars on my chiseled face! Nonsense, Jah! You got this! Put a brave face on for the fans!”

(Shea and Elijah’s mentor/manager Roy Bandini is standing right beside the cameraman. Facepalming and sighing at Elijah’s typical shenanigans.)

Roy: “What in the hell is this?!”

Elijah *coughing*: “Roy?! Is that you? Sorry, my vision, as well as my hearing isn’t the best...AFTER I TOOK A CHAIR AND SOME NAILS TO MY PERFECTLY SYMMETRICAL FACE! Including my eyes and ears!”

Roy: “Okay but that doesn’t explain why you’re in a wheelchair?”

Elijah: “Because injured? Duhhhh?! You dumb? Yeah, you dumb.”

Roy: “Get the fuck up! You’re fine!”

Elijah: “GET YO CREEPY BETTY WHITE WRINKLY HANDS OFF OF ME!!!!! Oh, I’m fine?! Yeah?! You’re answering for me now?! How about you go back in time, acquire some class and empathy, and ask me how I’m doing? Everyone asks ‘Why is Elijah?’ but never, ‘How is Elijah?’ But I get it. I’m a big tough boi beefcake. Y’all think I’m a superhero. Like my name is Logan with super healing powers! But nah, if I was an X-Men, I would clearly be Professor X, ‘cause wheelchair! Also because smart, obvi! But contrary to popular belief, I’m human. And because I’m human, I bleed. But more importantly, I feel. And right now, I don’t feel too well. I’m bruised and battered. Defeated! I’m in a wheelchair! OH MY GOD!!! Doctors say I may never walk again!”

Roy: “Jesus...”

Elijah: “Walked on water, that’s right! And one day I’ll get up from this chair with zero assistance and walk all over the Kingdom roster with these snakeskin shoes!”

Roy: “Snakeskin, huh? You collected some of your flesh off the chair and put them on your shoes?”

Elijah: “HAHAHA! Wow! You’re such a comedian. You’re up there with the likes of Dane Cook and Amy Schumer! But talking about jokes, hey, remember at Civil War, when Vanessa knocked you the fuck out?! Classic!”

(Roy gets visibly upset at the loudmouth and grabs him by the collar of his cashmere turtleneck.)

Elijah: “Yeah? You’re gonna hit a cripple? On camera?! Go on then! DO IIIIITT! Swing away, Babe Ruth! Probably the same age as him anyway!”

Roy: “You’re not a cripple! I literally saw you walking in the parking lot fifteen minutes ago! But you know what? It’s a new year. Trying to stay positive. Positive! Just like you were so positive about winning the Openweight title. Thinking you were destined to wear it around your waist.”

Elijah: “Okay, I’m about to flip out. Especially since I haven’t had my almond milk and gluten-free blueberry muffin yet and you know damn well how I get if I haven’t fueled by body/temple properly by 3:00 PM! I get cranky. You want cranky Elijah, hmm? Is that what you want, hmm? Tell me, do you have some sort of death wish, HMMM?!??!??!?!?!!!?!?!?! ‘Cause I’ll break your foot with these wheels. A drive-by! I’ll do it! I’m revving up my engine!!!!! Yeah, that’s what I thought. Stand down! Sigh, I wish I could stand, but whatever. The Openweight Championship. Let’s talk about it. Dumb title. I hate it. It grosses me out! It makes me uncomfortable! And truth be told, I would be embarrassed to be associated with such filth. Well, more filth. Seeing as how I already associate myself with Shea. Sure, I said some things. Things that convinced you that title meant the world to me. But...I didn’t mean it. That’s right, I didn’t mean a single word. Gotcha! I'm such a good actor! Look at me go! Delivering lines with passion! Like you, Mr. Cameraman. When your mom told you she loves you. That she’s proud of you? Didn’t mean it. Acting! See, I’m no Russell Westbrook. I ain’t no stat padder. I don’t just take any accolade I can get. I take the ones I want. The ones that matter to me! Now, I will admit, at first, I thought I wanted the Openweight championship. I thought it spoke to me! I thought it was trying to seduce me all along! Trying to convince me to take it back home after Civil War. What a lil slut. But the problem for that title was, we weren’t at the bar and I wasn’t hammered. That title’s a three. While drunk? Maybe a seven. Look, I only pipe dimes. Point is, I have standards. And that title is below me. That became apparent when that bell rang and I realized who I was sharing the ring with. Eon? Vanessa? Nah. I refuse. I refuse to win that title and face the likes of them, their level of talent, night in, night out, as I defend it over and over again. That’s a waste of my time. My precious time! My time is precious because I’m precious! So congrats, Eon. No seriously. Congrats. You hit your peak with that title and I, along with all three of your fans in the world...Mark, Nathan, Noah...we are just so proud of you! You finally did it! I tell you what, I’m lucky I’m wearing shades right now because it’s starting to get a little misty in here. So he won. Not here to make excuses. Because I have a mature side. You know? Yeah, you know. So yeah, no excuses. None! But like, Vanessa did put her hands on my mentor! Roy! And I care about him very much! Therefore, that moment clearly threw me off my game. And I mean it did take a chair shot coated with nails to the OWA’s moneymaker, my face, to keep me down. And like, I was never pinned, Vanessa was. But like I said, congrats, Eon. No excuses. You won fair and sq— nah, you didn’t really. You won though! But yeah, I’m moving on. ‘Cause I’m the bigger person and all, to be honest.”

(Of course, Elijah doesn’t move on)

“It’s just that, you will never see me using a weapon against my opponent like that because I for one, have integrity. Just wish my peers did too, ya know? Because I view OWA as a brotherhood. And a sisterhood. Sisterhood of the traveling pants, hmmm? Pretty good. My 79th favorite movie. But look, OWA is like a big family to me. And that’s what I’m all about: family. So when someone tries to injure me and take food off my table? I take that personal. Insert Michael Jordan meme. Because I need to provide. For my groupies. And my dog. And my flamingos. And myself. Oh and of course all the charities I give my hard-earned money to. Look, all things considered, I’m lucky to be alive. But more so, everyone watching this, is lucky. OWA as a whole, is lucky. Because Elijah Hampton survived! He lived to fight another day! Meaning, you get the best gift of all...MORE ELIJAH! OMG THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT I ASKED FOR...said everyone ever! And yeah, that includes hearing me talk! Because you see, my throat and neck are sore too. Was thinking about hiring a mouthpiece manager to do my talking for me because that’s what monsters usually have. And I’m a big boi monster. Shredded! A powerhouse!! EAT YOUR HEARTS OUT! Including you, Dulce and Diantha. We face you guys this week. Well, maybe not me. Since I’m glued to a wheelchair at the moment. But let’s pretend this match indeed happens. I’m just looking for a friendly contest, to be honest. That’s all I want. Just four people being respectful towards one other. But I get it, Dulce, my reputation states otherwise. Like your outfit, by the way. You know, in that video where you said mean things about me? You looked fierce! That shirt really brought out your eyes! Oh no! There I go complimenting my opponents again! See, Dulce, that was just a mere glimpse of THE REAL Elijah Hampton. People just assume I’m a jerk, I get it. ‘Cause I’m pretty. Pretty people are usually rude and obnoxious...usually. But I’m the exception. Truth is, I respect both you and Diantha. So much so I’m going to go extra hard with my physical therapy sessions this week because I need this match! Why? Because for one, this is my dream match!”

“Your choice of words really did a number on me. Add an injured heart to the list. Pretty rude. I could never be rude. Don’t have a rude bone in my body. My current, broken body. But I get it. You have your mind made up when it comes to me. You think I’m a sleazeball. You think I’m a snake. You just think I’m this bad dude who is rotten to the core. Assumptions are being made all around me. By you. But could you perhaps, for a moment, give me the benefit of the doubt? Go into this match with an open mind. I know what you’re expecting from me, but you will be disappointed. Because I’m not here to make this about me. I’m not here to boast. So when you go out of your way and label me as some star...in all honesty, I haven’t earned the right to be so highly regarded. When it comes to this week...it’s exactly that...this week. I don’t care about the past. I don’t care that I came up short at Civil War. I don’t care that you came up short either. It’s about this match. It’s about you two. And it’s about the team you’ll face. It’s no secret our chemistry is...lacking, at the moment. A work in progress. And in order to make progress, you have to take steps. Steps to reach your goal. We have to get better. I have to get better. And that’s where you two factor in. You two are proven when it comes to OWA. You’ve held gold. You’ve been at the top. Shea and I, we are hoping to plant our feet at the pinnacle one day ourselves. One day. To get to that one day, we must take one day at a time. Iron sharpens iron is so cliche. So overused, but it is relevant given the situation. Facing you guys, will make us better in the long run. But don’t get it twisted, you two are far from just stepping stones. I would never dare disrespect you like that. You are a test. To see where Shea and I stack up when it comes to stiff competition such as yourselves. Whether we measure up, remains to be seen. But soon, the questions will be answered. Thank you for your time. 2021 Humble Hampton has spoken."

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

Olympus promo #2 January 6th 2021, 1:05 am by **Mark Michaels**

Of pretending and pretentious assholes (vs Nobi #2)

“You know something, even though I knew better than to, I really expected better from you Nobi. I expected better than that sorry ass, Mealy mouthed, lame duck promo you put out. I expected something that would get people interested in this match. Or at the very least something that wasn’t so pathetic that I startled to pity you. Kinda the way you pity playing monopoly against a special needs kid. But after hearing you out Nobi, you what I find hilarious? It’s Whenever someone says I couldn’t cut it in whatever field happens to be the topic at hand. People said I couldn’t cut it as a mainstream crossover star, but that’s a load of bullshit. I did plenty outside of wrestling, but didn’t stick with it for two reason. First, acting has never been my passion, especially when it was just to push more of the same by the numbers tripe designed to keep people good and pacified for their corporate overlords. No, I became a professional wrestler to compete and win championships, not to give myself a platform to launch myself into acting. I’d always prefer to be a badass then merely pretend to be one on screen. The second, and perhaps the more important reason I didn’t go Hollywood the way my opponent has, is because I have enough common sense and decency to not sell my soul in order to get a bit part in the next Transformers, or fast and furious, or whatever tired and played out franchise the studios keep shoving down your throat because they can’t come up with anything original anymore. So when Nobi goes around talking about me not going Hollywood like he has. When he says in essence that I couldn’t cut it, I just sit back and laugh because he doesn’t realize that instead of pouring all the effort and energy it takes to go out and blow anyone who call themselves producers the way Nobi does, I instead keep 100% of my focus to what happens in the ring, and judging by how I’m the defending Hybrid Champion who has been on a roll for the last few months while he couldn’t even buy a win, I’d say my way of doing things works a hell of a lot better than his. So you’ll all excuse me if when I look long and hard at these facts that I just laid out for everyone, that I have to wonder just how shallow, and insane you people are for cheering Nobi over me. You chose the guy who admits to selling out, you back the guy who admits that he is simply in the match because someone back at corporate decided that he was gonna sell Nobi’s smiling face on a poster that costs an arm and a leg. You all sit there in awe every time he steps through that curtain, and why is beyond me! This chump gets beat night in and night out and they push him to the moon regardless. I pin the then OMEGA Heavyweight champion and They have been sticking me on second match on the card like I was some Shaker Jones level curtain jerker!
Hell I didn’t even get booked for Civil War when I won this belt, further proof that they don’t give a damn about Mark Michaels as long as guys like Nobi are here to to play goody two shoes and hog a spot at the top of the card that they would trade for cameo in an episode of Cobra Kai. Well that is gonna come to an end this Friday. I am gonna embarrass Nobi in front of the whole world for a whole hour. When I am done with Nobi, maybe someone will get it through their thick skull that They should be calling me Tony Stark because I am the goddamn Ironman of OWA and with a snap of my fingers I obliterate my competition! Can anyone really disagree with me here? Since I joined OMEGA wrestling I have been beating world beaters, I have been toppling giants, I have stood as a member of one of the most dominant groups in recent memory, and etched my name in the record book as a champion, and I did it all in less than six months! I did all of this, and yet When I heard you stuttering and yammering, and otherwise ranting all while failing to make anything that resembles a fucking point, I heard you say something along the line of how I need to prove myself against you

Like really that’s what you’re going with? I need you to make myself look like a legitimate champion? Bullshit pal. If not for any of the reasons I’ve already given then for the simple fact that I did what you couldn’t, there is zero question about the legitimacy of either my title victory or the subsequent reign. Lets cut the crap Nobi and speak facts. Fact is the only person hoping to prove how legit he is, is yourself. Yeah you had a bunch of gold, but dropped every belt as soon as you got it. Yeah yeah Aria Jaxson held two titles at the same time, but what I meant when I said she’s past her prime is that the Aria Jaxson I knew was a killer in that ring. She was the top women’s wrestler in the world, before becoming the top wrestler in the world period. Now she’s slumming it in the Midcard asking Cloud to carry the load. Whether that’s because of age, or environment, or lack of real competition I wouldn’t know, but the fact is you got beat down by a broken woman. She knows it, and I know it because I know what it is like to be broken by the wrestling business. It’s funny that You wanna talk 2017. The year I spent jumping through hoops blindly till I finally caught on that The goofs who ran that hell hole would just have me just keep chasing the carrot on a stick through what looked more like something out of a saw movie than a goddamn wrestling match. The year I spent going from one overblown, overbooked death trap to the next. It’s funny without that time where I had to step away from wrestling because I had nearly been crippled, Without those months I spent on the shelf realizing that every jackass in a suit who runs a wrestling company would just as soon send you to your death as look at you, so long as they got to line their pockets they wouldn’t give a fuck. That time when you finally broke through, it came at a time when I was in so much pain I could hardly get out of bed in the morning, and still wrestled every week. When we last met Nobi, you were dealing with a man who was too proud and loved the sport too much to take the time off he needed to allow his body to heal. That is not the Mark Michaels you will be facing this Friday night. You are looking at a Mark Michaels who hasn’t had a dozen guy mug him in the ring week in and week out. You are looking at a Mark Michaels who isn’t afraid that his next match might cripple him. You are looking at a Mark Michaels who is healthy and rested and more than able to go for sixty minutes plus and then some. More than that you are looking at a Mark Michaels who has not forgotten nor has forgiven the fact that you made your name at my expense. Come Friday night you’re gonna learn that saying well about how paybacks are a bitch! I have long been waiting for the chance to prove to the whole world that I am better than you. I was better than you then and i am better than you right here and now. I am a better wrestler, and I am a better man. See Nobi, I’m not like you, I have no problem in admitting my faults. And the biggest of all my faults is that I’m greedy. There I said. But I’m not greedy in the way most people think when they hear that word. I’m not greedy for money, lord knows I’ve got enough in the bank to live comfortably. I’m not greedy for power, quite frankly I’ve found that power makes assholes out of everyone who has it. No what I am greedy for is respect. I want to be recognized for being being as good as I am because I’ve spent years being deprived of that basic, inalienable right. I’m greedy for respect, I’m a junkie for respect, and I am willing to to do whatever it takes to whomever would be unlucky enough to cross my path. That has been the what has driven me to become the OWA Hybrid Champion, that is what drives me to make this belt mean more than the leather and gold that it’s made of. And that same need for respect is what is gonna fuel me go 60 minutes, or more, come this Friday night when I take on that overhyped, overrated, glory hogging, dickhead diva Nobi. Now I've been waiting for years for the chance to match up one on one against Nobi. To take on the guy who all he has to do is walk through the door and all you fans line up to buy his shoddy merchandise and kiss his ass. I’ve been waiting for the chance to show everyone who has put this mother fucker on a pedestal, that he may win a match or two, but he is simply no mark Michaels. And what better way to illustrate this fact than going out there and making Nobi my bitch for an hour. Seriously there is nothing I am looking forward to more. And when I’m done, maybe next time the suits who run this place will provide me with a challenger who has actually paid his dues and earned his shot, instead of the chosen pretty boy who admits that he’s only here because he’s the chosen pet. You know just because you agree with everything I have to say, doesn’t make you any less of a jackass, and won’t buy you a shred of mercy.

So don’t expect any come this Friday. You know Nobi, right now would be the part where I would spout off that little catchphrase about how you’re either with us or against us. But when it comes the Ironman match, when it comes to MY Hybrid championship. Well just like I had to years ago, you are going to awaken to broken.”

Alyssa Grace and Gwen Harper have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos January 4th 2021, 9:45 pm by **Dulce Torres**

Civil War didn’t go well with me and the women of Wolvesden. We were the team that people were expecting to be victorious, but instead, the Demolition Corps found themselves victorious. Now, they have the control in the palm of their hands. What could they possibly ask Viola DeMarco for? Title matches? Their own private jets? Control over Odyssey for one night? There is one part of me that’s intrigued what they could possibly ask for There’s another part of me that’s quite concerned because we’ve all seen what those four women are capable of, but they’ll continue to surprise us. Since I was on the losing end of the match, I would not be surprised to see me be affected by what their list of demands will be. I can stand here and rack my brain back and forth with what possibly they could demand, but I got a tag team match in Atlantis to worry about. It’s my third appearance on the brand, but I always look forward to wrestling with the brand. This time around, I will align with Diantha Rosso, someone who I respect so much. We’ve stood on opposite sides of the ring and we’ve stood next to each other. She’s one of the people I enjoy teaming with because I never do feel like we need to worry about outshining each other. We don’t need to worry about our own egos and how much it would affect the match. It’s just simple with the two of us. I don’t have much allies or friends on Odyssey, but she’s been a wonderful ally to me in our battles and wars and I’m glad to put Civil War past us and hope to use this tag team match as a way to bounce back and look ahead towards Clash of the Titans.

Despite not being an official tag team, I like to think that Diantha and I have that unity. We all have something that keeps us united. When approaching Civil War, it was making sure that Demolition Corps didn't walk out with the victory. In this tag team match, it seems like our focus should be on making sure Elijah Hampton and Shea Flaherty don't walk out with the win. I talked a little bit about unity and I don’t think that those two have anything that brings them together. They don’t have anything genuine that brings them together It was either "be a tag team or continue to rot in their dusty promotion for the rest of your life.” It seems like the two of them are so wrapped around themselves and their own personal goals, it doesn't seem necessary for them to be a tag team. I think that it was even established that these two were forced to be a tag team. It was either being or team or watch their chances of getting that OWA contract goes bye-bye. Both had the dream of wrestling on a stage as big as this and in a way, I don’t blame them whatsoever. Would anyone team with their rival if it meant getting an OWA contract? Elijah and Shea would and how has it worked for both of them? They won a tag team match against AK-47 and The Frontline while their attitudes aren’t the best, these two have managed to be an effective team. Despite how many of them may think of the other, both of them have done their part in making sure that this tandem doesn’t collapse. I’m genuinely surprised to see the two of them still haven’t killed each other. Both of them have these unpredictable attitudes - most specifically - Shea Flaherty and Diantha and I need to be on the lookout about that. Both of them may not believe that being "good friends” or having “mutual respect” for one another is anything to be bragging about. As I stated at the beginning of this piece, Diantha and I never had the hatred that Elijah and Shea had for each other in the other wrestling promotions. We don't have a backstory that goes that far, but Diantha and I have been through our own share of battles and wars. Civil War was the most recent one, but when put next to Diantha, she can be assured that I’m more than willing to pull my weight in order to capture the victory. It doesn't matter if I'm sore or tired, but I’ve always been the type of person to avoid the amount of pain that she feels at that particular moment. I suck it up and get through the match. It’s not what Diantha deserves in a partner, but it's what our opponents deserve as well.

So, Elijah Hampton is supposed to be the so-called “star” and “moneymaker” of the team, right? He’s one of those “egotistical-guys-that-can-back-it-up-in-the-ring, right?” Now, I’ve only watched a handful of his matches. The one in particular that I watched was his Openweight Championship match at Civil War against Vanessa Laurent and Eon Blue, where he fell short in capturing the title, but nonetheless, he put on a great performance and proved that he could be a big star in this company. Honestly, I’m not a fan of the attitude. I was watching one of his pieces for Civil War and his strategy before we figured out how the match was going to go down was quite amusing. I’m not really a fan of anyone being a two-faced snake to anyone and then, crying out to be a victim once people start giving him smack about everything that he was doing. Now, I’ve never crossed paths with him, nor do I know what he’s all about, but if people are saying all of these things about him, don’t you think that it may be time for him to do some reflecting? I’m not talking about looking in the mirror and have him admire himself. He can do that in his own free time but reflecting on why people seem to have a problem with him. If I were to look at the reason why people hate Elijah and it’s just a clear observation, it would have something to do with him putting his foot in his mouth and giving these backhanded compliments to people. I can sense that his piece dedicated to Diantha and I will be filled with that, but I suppose, it won’t hurt me to listen to him and whatever creativity that comes out of his mouth. Elijah claims that there’s nothing about him to really pick apart. I don’t want to go that whole route with pinning tag team partners against each other. I don’t understand his alliance with Shea, but I also don’t blame them for making the decision that Elijah thing. Perhaps, he saw having an OWA contract was more of a pro than will Shea annoy him 24/7. When Shea annoys him with whatever comes out of his mouth, Elijah can sigh and feel fortunate that he’s in OWA in the very first place.

I don’t know if it's just me, but every time Shea talks, I contemplate on whether I should turn my volume down or not? All of this screaming is something that tends to freak me out. Like, are inside voices not a thing for anyone? At the same time, he seems to be motivated. He has a ton of fire and spark. In a way, it feels great to be in the ring with an opponent with as much energy as he does, but I am going to need for him to take it down a notch. He probably won’t, but it was worth a shot in asking. For someone with a ton of energy at him, I’m expecting this to be tons of action and fast-paced. I am expecting Shea to really bring something to the table that's exciting and interesting. From Roy Bandini, he stated that Shea “changes the entire energy of the room he walks in” and from what I can sense during our match this week, he is going to change the entire tone inside the ring. It’s rare that I cross with someone who is like him in any way. Throughout my career, I’ve faced people with the person of Elijah Hampton, but I don't think that I’ve come across anyone like Shea Flaherty. He's rebellious, unpredictable, and an all-around badass. He's the complete opposite of Elijah and that whole tandem is compelling to me. From a tea that people would think would fall apart thanks to all of the egos, they've managed to stay alive for this long. Both of them have proven to be as effective as they possibly could. Now, I’m not sure what's going to happen when all of us four are in the same ring and at the same time, but it’s going to be a crazy mix of wrestling abilities and that's something that I’m ready for. Most importantly, I’ll be prepared for Shea and what unorthodox style he will bring with him. I’m quite intrigued to see how he will work with Elijah up close and personal. It should be quite interesting to see if it will be Elijah's ego or Shea’s eccentric attitude that gets in the way this week. Perhaps, Diantha and I will need to bet on that just to make us look forward to the tag team match even more, but we’ll see about that.

Now, Diantha and I aren’t friends. At least, I’m not aware, but we’ve been great allies with each other. Now, Elijah and Shea can tell us how our wonderful alliance and respect for each other won’t be enough to take them down, but I’m intrigued to know if we’re considered the top tier talent that they haven’t been fortunate enough to face. If I can recall, they hold a victory over then-OWA World Champion, Moongoose McQueen? Wow, that’s mighty impressive, but quick question: where is Moongoose these days? Did he get abducted by aliens? Did he die a slow and painful death? You can feel free to hold that victory like it’s something that is going to impress me, but it doesn’t impress me nor does it raise your stock in any way possible. More power to the both of you though. If you're proud of having a victory over him, then who am I to stop any of you? If Elijah and Shea don’t think that Diantha and I will be much of a fight for them, then, we’re looking to change their minds. We’re two former World Champions. Two of the pillars of the Odyssey brand and both of us are more than capable of holding our own against any level of talent that this company has to offer. They will expect the best from both of us. They will expect a battle, so let’s hope that our opponents will be prepared for all of that because Diantha and I will not hold back.

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

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[Graham Baker flattens Eon Blue - Colorised, 2021]

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We enter on a panning shot over the streets of Osaka’s Red Light District, finding ourselves entering into a massive, crowded night club. Drinks are flying around, girls are dancing, a few groups of rather well-dressed but poorly-intentioned men sit around and stalk the dance floor, and the night is young. We push through, however, into a back room, in which the atmosphere is much tamer. Groups of high rollers sit at tables with bottles of champagne, and the camera pans to the back-most table, where a curtain is drawn. Behind it, we can see two shapes, illuminated by a red overhead light. The curtain opens, and the camera-person takes a seat. The table inside is long-longer than thought from the outside-and there are various women and men seated around, but most importantly, Graham Baker, the Corsair King, sits at the far end of the table. He taps his compatriot, Noah Reigner, on the shoulder.

“Camera’s here, finally.” Baker pours a glass of American bourbon, and slides it down the table. The cameraman catches it. “Let’s get to business, right?”

Baker slams his hand on the table, and the VIP’s scatter, leaving just himself, Reigner, and the cameraman. Baker takes a pull from a glass of bourbon, and looks dead on into the camera as he begins speaking.

“Kingship. It’s a hell of a thing, isn’t it? The power, the raw energy, the strength you command when you’re at the head of the table. It’s a position i’m rather familiar with, over the last two years. I’ve held belts in every country I’ve set foot in, all up and down the ladder-rungs, I’ve carried myself like a champion and represented myself well wherever I’ve gone. Now, I stand in Japan with my brother in arms, blood on our hands and gold around our waist as we’ve shown the entire world that we’re willing to do whatever it takes to run the companies we set foot in.

I have to respect The Awakening for trying to do the same thing, don’t I? I mean, these guys, they came in and took control. I’ll leave Fiora and Michaels out of it for now, gotta keep my eyes ahead at Quinn and Blue. Eon Blue, the new Openweight Champion, won it at the same show where I ended up eating shovelfuls of shit in a Wargames Cage. And I’ve been on the same cards that Quinn’s defended his Television Championship on, too. The Awakening has lain out a dominant warpath through all of OWA. I give you a hand,” Baker smiles, “but I don’t give you all the credit. Know why?”

He leans forward.

“This industry, every faction and house of power therein, is built upon, perhaps, the most fragile of footholds. The cornerstones of Professional Wrestling are not stable, they are ever-shifting. Empires, like the Awakening...they don’t have a long shelf life, do they? Absolute power consumes absolutely, and when you’ve reached the mountaintop so quickly, you run out of steam. The brightest fires burn half as long, you know, and your fire’s oh, so bright.

But it ain’t everlasting.

This world is fickle. You’ve already reached your pinnacle. Fiora’s got his big belt, Michaels is the first ever Hybrid Champion, Noah Quinn’s got his legendary Television Championship reign, and Eon Blue is just starting out. Singles legends, eh? But you haven’t set foot in the murky waters that we reside in. You haven’t even dipped your toes in the upper echelon of tag team competition. People like me and Noah, we’re built for this shit. Better enemies, but competent friends. We know one another inch to fucking inch, move to move, we know how to survive the assaults we inflicted upon one another, so we sure-as-shit know how to survive two flunkies who are fighting down from a mountaintop. You have your niche, you have your foothold, and you should have stayed there.

Instead, you’ve ventured into dangerous territory.

I know you and Eon have history as a tag team, but you have no gold to your name, no opportunities to prove that you’re top tier, but Noah and I? We do. The return of SSW brought the chance of a lifetime, and at the end of the day, we filled a grave with a retiree, a hospital bed with another mangled body, and our waists with the SSW Tag Team Championships. We have established this land, this landscape of tag team competition as ours. Any challenge, any assault on the tenets of our organization, we will rebuke as a unit, and we will force back with great strength. We are kings of this land, not prophets, not saviors, we rule with an iron fist and we do what we need to.

When I want my table cleared, it is cleared.

When I want my challenges set before me, they are set before me.

And when I want to crush two upstart talents who think they have any fucking business stepping to my reputation, to my legacy, to my talent, I crush them into fucking dust like they’re worth less than the dirt betwixt the treads of my boots. Reigner and I built our names up, and we’ve been waiting for so, so long since we got to OWA to get our hands dirty, to bloody our fists and boots with the ichor of others. If we have to begin with the Awakening, it is a worthy step up.”

Baker takes another sip from his glass of bourbon. He glances into the camera again.

“If the Phantom Troupe was the beginning, they were that only because they’d taken the opportunity to step into my way. If that loss would be my first grand loss, everything they’d taken-my title shot against The Derelict, my first pay-per-view match, then I have a hell of a great bit of ground to cover. I have a hell of a great challenge ahead to step up, as does Noah Reigner. Men like us, we can acknowledge our losses. We’re not Nathan Fiora, who carried an unearned prop around with him for months before confronting that which kept him from glory. We’re not you, Noah Quinn, who had to resort to every hook and crook in the book to beat someone like Darkane. We’re not like you, Eon Blue, who had to take advantage of a triple threat down to win his championship. When we don’t stack up, we can work with it, we can move on forward.

Failure is always a building block to something greater. Real Kings, like us? We know that. We see it in every action we take, every potential misstep we commit. Fiora couldn’t hack failure, right? He had to kill Stark to make up for what he did wrong, just like you two are going to try and overcompensate, acting like Chaos Elite were ever worth a fuck and not just two petulent children who couldn’t hack it on their own, so they grouped up together. Despite our background, me and Reigner are top level. We’re legit. We’ve cut our teeth among the best, and we didn’t need some overinflated pastor telling us what good fuckin’ sycophants we are.

We’re real fucking shooters.

So, boys, if you think the Chaos Elite are going to wander on into Corsair Territory and tell us what for, do I have a hell of a roadblock to throw in your path. We are one of the best tag teams on this planet, in any building, any country, any continent, and we will not be shut down by the towel boys of a low-rent pope like Nathan Fiora. Come bring all your blessings and your prayers and what-have-you, but it won’t do shit.

You’ll meet a knee to the skull and a lariat that your God can’t save you from. Me and Noah will make sure of that, with all the stories we’ve told.”

Baker takes a step up, and motions toward the door.

“But we’ve done enough telling, how about we show you what prestige looks like?”

The cameraman gets to his feet, and we head toward a back door…

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

Re: OWA Promos January 4th 2021, 8:31 pm by **Noah Reigner**

Graham led the way into the back of the bar. Noah and co. followed, no questions asked. Once the door was opened and the company walked through, Graham moved to one side of the entrance way - allowing Noah to take the lead now, walking into the center of this room. This room that would traditionally be a storage room in the back of this establishment - but for The Corsairs - it was turned into a trophy room of sorts. Glass shadow cases sat on top of podiums that were spread all around the room and inside of those aforementioned cases were championships. Baker’s solo titles. Reigner’s solo titles from redacted companies - but the focus were two titles that sat on podiums in the direct center of the room.

Strong Style Wrestling’s Puroresu Championship.
Strong Style Wrestling’s Heritage Championship.

Now that we’re no longer focused on that, we look back to the team which this video is focused on; and now they both have their SSW Tag Team Championships rested on their shoulders. The visual is one of the championship cases in the middle with Reigner on the right side - his title on his right shoulder, and Baker on the left side of the cases - his title on his left shoulder.

“Boys, this is what supremacy looks like. You may look at your television championship and your openweight championships and believe that you stand at the top of the company with your Awakening brothers, but you have yet to even see the peak of the mountain. You both stand on a plateau of the mountain, that is this industry, looking up - thousands of feet - at the top, where we both have - and currently - stand. Those titles you wear; I bet you feel real proud of them and I can’t blame you. But they symbolize singles competition, and what you’re heading into on Olympus isn’t in either of your favor right now. Graham and I have gone to hell and back and now we stand on top of the aforementioned mountain as tag team champions. Graham and I have secured every major championship that Japan had for us; forcefully taken as plunder when we entered the country - and now that War Games is behind us, we plan to do the same in the OWA - starting here in the tag team division. And what is exactly why this Olympus isn’t going to be a walk in the park for you, no matter how much you hype yourself and your recent accomplishments.

You see, despite your recent success - you are insignificant in the bigger picture of this division. We went toe to toe with the Phantom Troupe, and while we didn’t walk away with the ‘dub’ - we walked out of War Games with our heads held high because everyone thought it would be a murder. Everyone thought that the Troupe would run through us and our allies; but we stood toe to toe with them and shifted the entire landscape of Olympus and OWA. Now the bigger picture of this tag team division features The Corsairs gunning for Jaxon and Matsuda, while Blue and Quinn are nowhere to be found. Sure, you both have your own ‘bigger pictures’ to focus on, but I can assure you that once we’ve put you both down on Olympus, this little toe-dip into the tag team pool for ‘The Awakening’ or ‘Chaos Elite’, whatever you’re going to call yourselves now, will be over as quick as it started. Afterward, you should both stick to listening to Fiora and stick to your divisions. Any further excursion into the division that we plan to make ours will be fatal. In other words, don’t let Fiora gas you up, make you think that you’re better than you are and make you believe you belong in our division - because, and trust me when I say, Baker and I have no problem shutting you down and crushing your skulls beneath our boots.”

As they did to the Goto sisters. The Goto sisters were left for dead when Baker and Reigner removed the tag team championships from them here in Osaka.

Graham remained silent, allowing Noah his time now. Noah finished with a smirk touching his lips. That signature, trademark smirk that he’s worn so many times in past videos in basically every company he’s stepped foot into. He adjusted the title on his shoulder, the freshly polished title that caught and reflected the light brilliantly.

“Make no mistake about it; the two of you are fodder. Thrown at the feet of the Corsairs as we begin our ascension up the Tag Team mountain here in OWA. This isn’t a match to showcase the fact that Eon is the Openweight champion, or that Quinn is the Television champion; this tag team match was made for one reason, and one reason only. For Graham and I to send a message to every other team in this company - especially to the Queens. Miss me with the Chaos Elite history that you have. Chaos Elite was never taken seriously because you’re both second-rate workers. The current accomplishments that you will undoubtedly throw in our faces, don’t really mean much to us. We’ve seen and done better. What Graham and I have, though? These titles are a product of tag team superiority. And that is the element that you find yourself in this week. Tag Team Wrestling. These titles are symbolism of the drive to dominate that we share. It was that same drive that drew us together in the first place. It was the respect we had for each other’s determination that brought us together, and together we tore our way through every venue here in Japan. And together we will do the same thing in OWA. ‘Chaos Elite’, though, will never be the Corsairs. You will never have the respect that we have, you will never have that ‘intimidation factor’ that we do. Everybody knows what we did to the Goto sisters. Everybody knows what we’ve done to each other. Everybody knows the lengths that we will go to in order to secure victory - and that is what separates us from you two.

That and the fact that Chaos Elite formed out of desperation. Neither of you are fooling anyone. Eon Blue and Noah Quinn were drowning in OWA by themselves. ‘Convenience’ does sum it up pretty well, if I say so myself. You needed each other to get noticed. You needed to team in order to save each other from being just another independent talent who failed on the main stage. I know that sight all too well; I was one of those independent guys who were corralled by a global entity and thrust into the spotlight. And I watched them all fail, while I went on to be a world champion. But the fact that you two needed each other isn’t missed by anyone that matters. Myself and Graham? There was no need there. We were both established long before the Corsairs set sail. We were household names on our own, traveled the world twice over and sold out the biggest venues around the world. The Corsairs formed, not out of desperation or because we were fearful that we would drown in the waters on our own, but out of that same focus and drive for domination I mentioned. We formed because we did everything else in this industry, except for tag team supremacy. It was due.”

Graham nodded his head in agreement with the words that Noah said. He also believed that it was their time to set the tag team scene in this industry on fire. World Championships? Done. Secondary championships? Done. This was what they needed to complete the resume, and now that they tasted that success here in Japan - they wanted more.

They were fiending.

Noah shifted on his feet, but he didn’t break his gaze from the camera. The Corsairs were both laser focused.

“Am I ignoring the fact that Chaos Elite may have won a few tag matches here and there? Or the fact that now you’re both singles champions? No. I simply do not care. Winning matches doesn’t equate to being a top tier team. Winning singles championships doesn’t mean that success is going to translate, especially when the opponents you have standing across from you are people like myself and Baker. To be blunt, you two are weak targets that we should feel bad for gunning down.

But…

We don’t.

I said it already, we have our eyes set on the tag team championships and we are ready, and prepared to tear through any team that we have to in order to claim that contendership. I wasn’t joking when I said the shared trait of determination pushed us together. We didn’t need some charismatic ‘savior’ to baby-pep talk us to the point where we have to try our hardest to win a match. And we certainly didn’t need said charismatic ‘savior’ to give us the motivation to set out and win a championship in order to save our drowning careers. We are ready and willing to go through anyone, especially you two. Chaos Elite will certainly be a good first victim for the Corsairs here in OWA. It will be a message sent to the Queens. Not because you two are overly talented, or are ranked high in the division. The message will be that Baker and I are here and have our sights set on those titles to add to our growing collection. The Genocidal Gaijin Pirate Lords ready to pillage, plunder and torch this entire division if that is what it takes for us to secure the championships. Putting down these two clowns in Chaos Elite isn’t message worthy - I know - but the way we go about it? That’s going to be the message.

What we did to the Goto sisters will look like a schoolyard fight compared to what we have in store for these two.”

That wasn’t a threat, it was a promise.

The Corsairs were back together, and the continuous doubt that they get - it’s only pushing them to become more hostile, more violent to anyone who steps in their way with the same, tried and true, arguments. They heard it for a week leading up to War Games, and in that clusterfuck - the Corsairs worked together, even better than they did in the early days of their alliance.

He removed the championship from his shoulder. The time for flashing the evidence of their tag team prowess was over. Noah had his eyes firmly locked on the camera in front of them, looking directly at Quinn and Blue.

“The past few months in OWA has seen our focus only on the Phantom Troupe, and even in defeat - Baker and myself walked out of War Games solidified as a team. And now, we’re moving on and looking to assert our dominance in this tag team division. We are the lifeblood of tag team wrestling here in Japan, and we will continue that trend in OWA. Eon and Noah? Thanks for your time serving the tag team division, but with us here now; your insignifiance radiates brighter than before, it’s time for you to fall back and let us do what we do. I don’t expect that you will though, and that’s fine. If you won’t do so voluntarily, then we’ll force you to. The end result will be the same; The Corsairs using the bodies of Quinn and Blue as our first steps up the ladder.

Trust me when I say, what’s next for Chaos Elite will be painful.”

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

Re: OWA Promos January 4th 2021, 5:58 pm by **VaeVictisBD**

Paragon

"The Prodigal Son" Finnegan Wakefield

"Even through the most rose-tinted glasses, 2020 has been a shit year to reflect on.

I started it lost in a fog of doubt both from others and from myself. It was a feeling of forgetting how to swim with the sharks and it felt like I was drowning. Returning felt like a great mistake. But as soon as I beached onto the shores of Olympus, I tackled everything that came my way and from April onwards, I managed to turn that around. Far from a perfect one, not a peak year professionally, but a year in the neverending grind and a chapter in the rebuilding of who I am. I can say I ended the year on a high, putting to bed a personal affair and ready to move forward to the horizon I have been slowly but surely been making my way towards since I came back to the OWA. Yet in the first week of this new year, if I believed in otherworldly forces being at play, I'd say it was testing me. Testing me by pairing me with the fragments of the past year that I have yet to completely resolve, slowing me down by tying me to the stones I had left unturned in personal redemption. It's no secret. I despise the men I am teaming with. Nate Cage terrorized me for months, stomped a chair into my throat in an attempt to end my career. And Keelan Callihan, well, that history is well-documented. These are two men that I would love nothing more than be pit against rather than with, put on the opposite side of the ring so I could give them the hell they gave me and then some. To put them in a submission hold that could permanently damage their bodies and not feel a flicker of emotion, much less remorse. In my ideal world, that would be the week I have ahead of me. But it's not. For one night and one night only, I have to swallow my pride and bite the bullet. I have to shoulder my past and my seething hatred for these two men and be the bigger man to co-exist. For one night, this one match, I accept that I will team with two of the shittest cunts walking in OWA. To knock three of them down a peg. To knock the Phantom Troupe off their self-elevated pedestal.

Despite being a new year, it seems I am doomed to hear the same rhetoric as I did the year prior.

It becomes old hat after a while, Miles. Some paraphrase of "He's the upstanding do-gooder in a world of chaos makers" and "he's a fallen world champion who hasn't yet found his former glory." I assure you, a truly riveting tale every time I hear that same recycled yarn being spun. It seems to be the de facto slight a majority of my opponents go to when, quite frankly, it doesn't seem like they have anything else to say. They seem incapable of studying me beyond a skin-deep analysis or a light skim over a Wikipedia page. Yet saying it with such chest-out confidence every time, apparently, they think that makes it my Achilles heel -- a weakness of mine they can exploit. The success-rate of that being less than desirable. You'd think my match with Ironico from Civil War would be that perfect example that a willingness to cheat isn't a fool-proof plan that bests me. Or my career as a whole for that matter. Because despite carrying myself with a sense of honor, a pride in what I do in that ring, an unwillingness to have my success be ill-gained through the help of others -- by being this paragon of virtue, as you so delicately put it -- My records show I do pretty fucking good for myself. Hell, better than most who do rely on short cuts and the help of others. I mean as one man standing alone in 2020, I only won the Television Championship on one occasion while the Phantom Troupe and their fluctuating numbers? Not a single one to their name. Yet *I* am the one that's the shell of his former self. Something Darkane feels you deserve a pat on the back for, Miles. Pointing I am the straight arrow, despite how many times I hit the mark, or the fact I haven't been World Champion in three years despite nearly holding it for a calendar year and willingly starting back from the ground up when I came back. But I am far from surprised. I mean, what else is Phantom Troupe but an echo chamber of pats on the back? Whispering to each other sweet-nothings of "Man, we really run this place now, don't we? We've turned this place upside down, we're revolutionary -- we practically reign supreme" or whatever John Doe feeds you ideas of while you exist as this ouroboros of forming, getting some mild infamy in OWA, before dying out and coming back again every six months or so -- just to do the cycle all over again. So, enlighten me Miles; how is Phantom Troupe an entirely different beast? One impossible to take down? I don't believe that to be true. You may be riding high on a prominent victory at Civil War. But as 2018's Civil War can be a testament to;

That one victory is the swan song before you choke it all away.

Since you've also recycled the "har har, you lost the Television Championship to Noah Quinn" barb, one that never made sense to me since he has never gained a fall on me, as some jest that it's something Keelan and I can bond over, I think you've made a gross oversight on some collateral damage that has in your camp.

I guess Darkane can fill you in on what that's like first-hand.

I have been hearing the exact same things as you have, Darkane. I have been hearing that some circles believe a Wakefield versus Darkane would be a dream match. I admit the idea has piqued my interest. After all, there might not be two people on this roster more polar opposite than you and me. I don't believe that's too far-fetched a claim to make. If I am wrestling's paragon of virtue as yourself and Miles have proclaimed me, I struggle to find anyone else to be the diametrical to what I am than you. If I am the presentable, the polished, and the example of what a virtuous wrestler should be that would make you the underbelly. The filth. The bad example. But that's by no means new information to you is it? You're very unapologetic about that, and I am by no means asking you to be. But I look at what you are, Darkane, I look at the things you stand for and do and I find it ... not a difficult existence. It's easy to be unapologetic, rude, sleazy, an overall deplorable human being; something you value yourself to be. Violent isn't a hard thing to be. You have to be tough, I've known you for quite a few years now, to your credit you might be one of the toughest fucks to get in the ring with but I haven't experienced that yet. So the prospect, I admit, excites me. Because in your world of violence, I would be underestimated for that exact reason you and Miles mentioned -- I am viewed as virtuous. Too virtuous for a cut-throat world. Yet, here I stand. As you put it, I am very particular about the things I do. My life functions correctly in a sense of order. But that in itself is *my* world of violence. I don't find swinging chairs, cutting people, relying on objects to complete my acts of violence. In that ring, we are forced to be violent people and it is easy to be an angry homeless man with a knife, Darkane. It's hard to be a surgeon with a scalpel. Dissecting. Labotisisng. Amputating. I wouldn't say my virtues make me germaphobic. Nor would I say I dream too big. But I set myself a lot of goals, short-term and long, to tackle on my path back to becoming World Champion and my methods may not have me go against my moral compass. But I am far from lost when I am cerebral in eliminating the obstacles in my way. Believe it or not, my ego isn't so fragile to get into a dick-measuring contest with my significant other -- much less for reasons like successes in a similar field. Because at least when we are successful, we are successful together. We could be worse. We could be Phantom Troupe without Aria Jaxon;

And not successful at all. That's an amputation that still must hurt.

On the subject of dream matches, I think one that has been on my personal list would be against the likes of you, Jacob Senn. I mean when I came over to the United States to pursue all of this the company I landed in held you to a high standard. You were already standing on the top tier by the time I came around. So in turn, I held you to that high standard and said to myself one day, that's a guy I need to step into the ring with. That's a gatekeeper that I will have to beat. Time passes, OWA rises, I become World Champion for the first time and you're a brand away becoming World Champion there, I could see the gap between us getting thinner and thinner with each passing week. Though, for one reason or another, our paths just never crossed but now that it has? I can finally say to you what a standard you have set for me. By showing me how that shine fades with time, when men get their most desperate and compromise themself to keep up. Ironically, you're the perfect example of why I am the thing that both Miles and Darkane pointed out. I carry myself the way I do because I've seen through you what compromising your pride and honor gets you and it's not new height, it's not even old heights. It is only new lows to sink into. Maybe I don't find the world so cruel and vile, so unforgiving to those who deserve forgiveness. I don't trade in forgiveness. As you can see by the people I am to team with, forgiveness is a virtue I sorely lack. People say I act high and mighty, but I have been listening to you for months. You sound like the judge and jury, a prophet of ruin, a great decider. Give me a break. You're just a man so unhappy that they can't find the fitting pasture they need to be put out in. You've already gambled away the perfect ending, the perfect sunset to ride out on has come and gone, and now? What else can you do but try and drag others kicking and screaming down with you? What a miserable existence. I have learned not to idolize the people that came before me. Through guys like Nas who did the same, but you stand an equally despicable example. Desperation shows the world your worst self. And you've been pushing yourself down the path of your own ruin.

You're just too jaded to realize it yet.

Through perhaps an unfound optimism, I find myself in a rare opportunity to cut loose. To check the professional side of myself at the door, and be the man that wants to bring a better Olympus out of 2021. If that means I put my personal grudges with Cage and Callihan aside for a greater temporary cause, so be it. I won't like it but neither will they. There is a different beast that needs tending to, one that is a common enemy.

One that needs to be put down."

Aria Jaxon, Devi Krysis, Alyssa Grace, TTtheT, Darkane, Gwen Harper, Elijah Hampton and Noah Reigner have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos January 4th 2021, 2:17 pm by **TTtheT**

It is done. Nobody thought it could happen. Nobody thought that this collection of misfits and troubled souls could do what no group in OWA has ever done before. For the first time in this company's existence, a group holds all the championships available on one brand. I'm this close to being the most successful Television champion of all time. Mark Michaels is the first ever Hybrid champion. Eon Blue just went through hell to earn the Openweight strap. And Nathan Fiora conquered the giant that couldn't be stopped. The beast that people thought could never lose. And not only did he take his belt, but he drove him from this company, maybe never to return. Sure he had a bit of help, but no reign is 100% clean. It doesn't matter how it ended, only that the result was in our favour. And trust me, every result was in our favour. No single individual or group has a fucking thing on us, and that's how it should be. It feels good to be on top, and I don't intend to let the foot off the gas anytime soon.

But I guess it's time to talk about what went down during my match back at CW. The...ending to that bout wasn't exactly the cleanest thing you see in a match. But it wasn't the dirtiest thing that happened that night. Not by a long shot. And from everything I've been through, with or without a belt around my waist, I think I've proved myself capable of winning without any shady business. I beat Finnegan Wakefield and my own tag team partner. I beat Darkane over the head with his own shovel. So if anyone tries to say that I truly NEED to cheat to come out with a win, I don't know what to say. My career has been full of mixed results. If you looked at my career through highlights, some would think that I'm this pure babyface, and others would see me as this idiot who can't win anything on his own. One day I'm going through hell with no help in sight, and other days I'm getting extra assistance in a match I know I can win with both arms tied behind my back. Not that I'm complaining, of course. It could be worse. I could be completely on my own in the matches where I could actually use a helping hand. But even after the events of CW, I refuse to be taken as a weakling in between the ropes. Believe me when I say that I had no idea that my boy Buddy was gonna pull what he pulled. Because why would he? Keelan was getting dominated. I probably would've pinned him clean with that Shadow Driver anyway, but the guy felt the need to stick his nose in business that I had handled on my own. Even the corrupt referees don't have confidence in my skills after all I've done. In a way, I quietly regret it. Because it taints my legacy. I won't be able to say that I pinned a respected figure like Keelan Callihan clean. And for no good reason, too. The idiots say that I needed it when I obviously didn't. But I won't rag on a guy who had good intentions. He used his power in the most unnecessary way possible, but it didn't hurt him too much in the long run. For some reason, he still made it to Fiora's match, but he still failed in his goal there too. Whatever. Good intentions, right? And his mere presence is still an advantage. For however long he'll still have a job, he's on our side, and I intend to milk him for all he's worth before someone powerful gives him his comeuppance.

Because the people thought our claws couldn't sink in any deeper. Not only did we take everything available inside the ring. But we're expanding in the ranks of the same front office that's trying to drag us down. One referee devoted to the cause...what could be next? You might see some recruitment efforts at the next Olympus, but who could we be recruiting? We have enough talented wrestlers. Enough to fill a championship case. So who could be the next individual to join the cause? I'm sure you'll see soon enough. Whoever it is would be inclined to agree. Every single person who declined an offer to join us met an unfortunate fate. Baba Yaga? A loss in war games. El Ironico? Tapped out by his former friend. Hampton and Laurent? The Openweight championship wrenched from their grasp. Stark? I haven't seen the man since he got his face stomped into a glass floor. I could go on and on. With our success alone, I thought more members of the roster would be interested. But if they haven't been convinced by now, they'll be left behind with the rest. No loss to me.

Which brings us to my first match of 2021. Against the up and coming Corsairs with the new Openweight champion by my side. Our stories have more similarities than they do differences. Eon and I started off hating each other. Hell, we still kinda hated each other partway through our original tag team run. For the record, we did it first, but I’m not closed-minded enough to call us revolutionaries. Eon and I went from a shitty undercard feud to us both being champions, side by side. Graham Baker and Noah Reigner went from literally shooting each other in the crackhouse that is SSW to teaming up here in OWA like nothing ever happened. Really. There are things that are different between us, and then there are things I just don’t understand. And I’m sure most of the OWA audience shares the same thoughts. Eon and I had an ending to our little tiff. It made sense. We went from hating each other’s guts to impressing each other with our performance in the ring. But the Corsairs? Let's start from the beginning. Noah Reigner makes his debut and Graham Baker pulls up and attacks him five seconds later. Cool. Great. This should be a fun little fight to witness, right? But no. All of a sudden, they start saving each other's asses. Why? Hell if I know. One day they're beating the shit out of each other, another day they're teaming again. Like nothing ever happened. The two men that are supposed to be hating each other are all of a sudden running to each other's defence. A month after everyone assumed they would continue on their road of fighting to the death, all of a sudden they're best friends. Like someone flicked a switch. I'm no psychologist, but it makes me wonder how much of a team they really are. Does a real team go from loathing to trust in a blink of an eye? Chaos Elite jumped through the hoops. We were on the verge of breaking up more times than I can count. But we stuck it out, and it worked for us. We became successful, and we actually started to like each other beyond a business relationship. We've weathered everything thrown at us and come out on top. The Corsairs look strong on the outside, but on the inside I see a pool of uncertainty. Chaos Elite and the Corsairs have mimicked each other, but the latter is missing a part of their story. They never finished their chapter in OWA. Sure, they could unite against a common enemy, but when they're teaming for the sake of teaming, I'm sure some of those not so old grudges will come back. They're a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode in a cloud of anger and fists. They can be a unit in the trenches of SSW, but they're actually going to be tested when they go up against the best tag team in OWA and half of the champions of Olympus.

Despite the fastrack to the top he's gotten, Noah Reigner has yet to do much here in OWA. I can sense all the shitty jokes already. Don't worry, I'd like to think I have a better sense of humor than those idiots. All of his success has come in other places. The only arguments he can pull out are things he's done in other companies. If someone says he can't do shit in OWA? He's quick to pull out a long list of what he's done in places that don't matter to the average OWA viewer. Tag team champ in SSW? Wiped his ass in his hotel? Man, that's gotta mean something, right? Let's focus on the present a bit, Noah. You had the honor of making this grand debut way back at Game Over. It was ruined by the man you're now teaming with, and you end up getting roped into getting in a cage with the Phantom Troupe instead of getting some revenge. Not a very good start, right? Some people see you as this wrestling ace, but all I see is a guy who moved up too fast and in a bad situation. But it can only go up from here, right? You confuse me, Noah. Tell me, what made you reform the team that dragged you through the dirt? And don't bring up that bullshit mutual respect with Baker. I know Baker's intentions with this thing, and it's probably far from yours. The Corsairs were the bane of your existence. If I were you, I would want to leave that unpleasant part of my life behind me. But you cling onto the idea of the Corsairs like they weren't the reason for you being in fucking jail for months. You pretend to respect Baker after all he's done to you. You reform the dead team that your partner kicked you out of because they were the only thing keeping you relevant back in the day. The only reason people remembered your existence was because you led the Corsairs. Then they remembered you because you declared war against them while also trying to win back the only thing that people remembered you for. So when you get knocked back to square one in OWA, what do you do? Noah Reigner brings back old reliable, of course. Dragging back the Corsairs for one more run only for Chaos Elite to stop it in its tracks. What a shame it will be to tarnish the reputation of what was once something good.

What kind of game are you playing, Graham? You should've been riding high. You had the upper hand over the man you hated the most. That was the time to strike. When he's rattled. When you wanted another victory over the guy you've been treating like a punching bag. But instead, you...team with him? Whatever happened to the Graham Baker whose only goal was to eliminate the man he hated the most? What type of sick mind game are you trying to play with this man? Trying to buy his trust with nice words and tag team belts. Bringing back the Corsairs with him just so you can kick him out again, maybe. Earning his trust and respect so you can break his heart again. Because I refuse to see this drastic change of heart as something genuine. Did losing in war games do that much for your respect for each other? Somehow I doubt that. Because I know people like you, Graham. You want to get shit done, and I know that Noah is your one way ticket back to the top. I'm sure it'll be amusing to run around with him for a while. Maybe you'll become a fraction of what the Corsairs used to be. But when your time is up, you'll be the one to end it. Loyalty. Respect. One thing that the Corsairs claim to have for each other, but I know that you'll be the one to stick the knife in Noah's back when the times get tough. The Guillotine will be the one to execute the team when the times get tough, it's only a matter of when.

And trust me, l'll do my best to speed up the process.

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

Re: OWA Promos January 4th 2021, 11:43 am by **Alyssa Grace**

The Devil Within.

"I made myself at home, in the cobwebs and the lies. I'm learning all your tricks, I can hurt you from inside, I made myself a promise, you would never see me cry until I make you."

How far would you go to make all your wishes come true? What cost would you pay?

In youth, we're told to wish upon a falling star, a heavenly object sent by the Gods. But truly, a falling star is nothing more than soot and rock plummeting to a scorching death, one that's forgotten quicker than light. I find it quite shameful, this lie that we're told gives us hope for ardent dreams sourced from grime. Everything comes at a price, so what can bring life to our unfathomable desires that make our souls ache? I'm not quite sure what I'm supposed to sit here and say. I could plaster a smile on my face and act like everything is fine but I'm not a liar. I'm not in the place I want to be right now and I think the whole world knows it. Losing stings and losing the title that put my name on the map stings more than I can even put into words right now. Although I didn't feel like much of a loser leaving Civil War, this aftertaste is vile and bitter. It gives me great pain to credit you in any capacity but you're right. This fear of failing myself, failing those that cheer my name, failing the man I'm proud to go home to every night like I have been doing recently consumes my very essence, leaving little left of the innocent soul that once wished upon the stars. But it's not too late for me to turn this all around. Right now, it feels like all eyes on me for a different reason than they were before. To see how I'm going to react. Do I crash and burn like a falling star? Or do I head down another path, one paved in intoxicating sweetness so vast it births me into a new entity?

You already know the answer to that one, Banshee.

When I first stepped into this company almost a year ago, I had no idea what to expect, a year ago I was merely happy to be here, happy to work my way up the ladder, no matter how long it took, I was like every other woman who walks through the door thinking they can be the next big thing. What sets me apart from them though is that I did become the next big thing and I did it faster than anyone could've expected. In 2020 I surprised myself a lot, I had arguably one of the greatest years of my life in comparison to the rest of the world who faced hard time after hard time. Inside the OWA bubble we saw World Champions arise, Heroes falls, Villains get away with dastardly deeds, the same blood, sweat and tears the fans are accustomed to was shed day in and day out. I had my share of successes, but I am not here to reminisce on this past year, instead I'd rather talk about the here and now. With valuable life lessons under my belt, several unforgettable matches on my resume and creditability to my name, there is nothing preventing me from having an even better year in 2021. You heard me, there is nothing that can stop me. Let’s just get something straight too, you pointing out emotions, reminding me of the fact I am a woman who unapologetically wears her heart on her sleeve I don't consider a weakness. Shit, like really? How’d you expect me to respond to that? Was I supposed to not follow through with my feelings for another individual and prevent myself from feeling happiness? Do you truly, wholeheartedly believe that being a woman in a relationship strips me of my independence, my strength, my fearlessness? This is not about just what we do in the ring, this is about what we do outside it. I am lucky enough to have found someone that I can trust and look into his eyes, smiling the entire time knowing he feels the same way. I didn’t come here to have a relationship, I never had any intentions for this to go any further than a great friendship but sometimes life has other, beautiful plans. It is impossible for anyone to look me dead in the eye and honestly say that being in a relationship has negatively altered my abilities as a competitor and I will never use that or my partner as a scapegoat when I have to face and deal with defeat. That is not the person I am. I own up to my mistakes and then I put my energy into ensuring that I don't make another. I'll be the first to admit that I have a slight obsession with success and I can naturally separate what I need to do in the ring from what I need to do out of it, I don't like making things personal because they never need to be and no amount of nonsensical bullshit that you spew is going to hit me hard enough for me to revaluate the choices I have made so far in both my personal and professional life. These derogatory comments you throw in my direction regarding my relationship do not get under my skin, I am comfortable, confident and secure enough in what I have built with Finnegan to shrug them off, of course, I'd prefer it if you could keep him out of OUR business but I know you won't. What honestly insults me more is what you did to my arm, you fucked me up real nice for a short period of time, didn't you? But here I am, back at one hundred percent and eager to show you just how hard I can still hit.

A final thing on the topic of my love life and to quote the great man himself: you are a cunt.

Realistically speaking, I know how great, how tough of a competitor you are. I don't even think that about just the Banshee either, I know that Morrighan is also tough as steel. Over the last year you’ve been in some of the biggest and gruelling matches, ones that have taken it’s toll on your body after you've laboured through absolute agony and hell. I don’t need to point out your own stupidity to you or play mind games to gain an extra advantage like you do all the time, but I certainly can if that’s gonna be your game. I already knew what you were going to do this week and I knew exactly the things that I needed to listen for. Your main focus since choosing me to stalk, harass and bother has been on painting me in a bad light in some effort to get the listeners and viewers behind the claims you have been making to slander my name and image, and I’d probably applaud this effort had it not been tried before by countless others. Would you like me to leave a trail of names that spans over the last year that I’ve been on this brand that have tried at that and failed to derail my run when I truly set my mind toward taking something I can see being mine? See, I don’t think you want me to do that. So at least if you’re going to continue trying your hand at slandering me some more, how about getting your narrative straight while you’re at it, huh?

I take you, this challenge to kick off the new year, and my job here very seriously. I respect the position that I’ve been able to work myself up to and I never stop striving to reach for more, and that’s what winning this match would mean to me. It means I get the opportunity to re-establish some of the momentum that was lost late last year and stand as a firm reminder that Alyssa Grace's time here is far from being done. Ending this nightmare that you've decided to put us both in is just a nice bonus. Everything I have done over the past year I am proud of but coming into this year my intent has always been to always do more. It never had to be like this but now we're here I should make it crystal clear that there is nothing you can do to me that I wouldn't do to myself. I like it when it hurts like hell because in those situations, I find who I really am. A woman on a flight so blazing that the sun will weep, no flame will be enough to melt my wings as I reach even greater heights. You could shoot me out of the sky, send me falling into the pit, you could watch me grovel at loose dirt, trying to escape but I could do the exact same to you.

Discouragement is for those who are weak in their senses, the fragile ego poses a bigger threat to the existence of a World Class wrestler than the uncaring nature of knowing win or lose, everything serves a higher purpose. So here we are now, two wrestlers that must bounce back from the huge disappointment that was Civil War, we have a chance to tell a story of either perseverance or submission, but I think that everyone can attest, all I have ever done after a loss is get better, more dangerous and sadistic, there are those who in the process they trust so much become adulated with their company stance, never wondering about who is there to take them out, grabbing whatever they can for themselves, i.e, me. I may no longer be champion, but what does that do for me now? It frees me of any obligation I had before and let’s me loose amongst the masses until I once again get what I want, wearing it proudly around my waist. I am excited to embark on new adventures but for now I will settle with you, a creature who is a Champion calibre athlete and has pretty much been the hottest ticket since me.

See?

I am not blind. I don't see the point in slandering my opposition too much. I know exactly what you bring to the ring which increase my appetite for this battle, It makes me salivate knowing that I am going to get my hands on you in some way shape or form, in an enticing and yet euphoric way, so tantalizing that I should have to pay for that kind of pleasure and pain. The question you and many others are probably wondering is along the lines of, can I unleash the hidden devil inside to defeat you?

Yes.

I can and I happily will. I'm prepared to dance with devil.

Life isn't all sunshine and rainbows, neither am I.

You cannot end Alyssa Grace, no one can.

I don’t have to be John, Joseph or Judas to know that this will be your last supper.

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

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