OWA Promos

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Re: OWA Promos March 18th 2022, 11:00 pm by **Bobby Wheeler**

Nate Cage

Fuck Them Chinks

Nate Cage sits back in a leather chair, his freshly dry-cleaned velour tracksuit lights up the room with its glorious maroon sheen. Across from him behind a large, oak desk is his agent and manager, Geoffrey Epstein. Epstein is a man of a slender build but there is a sinister presence behind his eyes, almost like he’s holding onto many secrets he’d rather not let get out.

Epstein: Look Nate, we love having you at this agency. You’re a good client who is able to stay relevant and keep our brand thriving, but you’ve been losing a step lately.

Cage: Ey! I gotta sit here and listen ta dis bullshit?! What kinda agent are ya?

Epstein: I’m an agent who’s telling you that you’ve been letting your extracurricular activities take priority in your career! Look at Clash of the Titans, that’s a big match right there. Many have pointed to it as the match where you really first made a name for yourself.

Cage: Yeah yeah yeah, I hit a bunch of people in the balls and tossed out some fan faves at the first Clash, fahgedaboudit, that was then, this is now.

Epstein: Well it isn’t now, is it? You had a spot in the Clash! We managed to work you back into a prominent spot, greasing the palms of OWA’s producers and lawyers to bring you back into the fold and what do you do? You no-show the fucking event! You were advertised for the match and we heard nothing! You didn’t promote it on your social media, you didn’t cut any promos, and just when we think that maybe you’re eschewing your media obligations because you’re focused on winning the match, you’re not even in it! We really needed this. You weren’t in the match last year either despite being the final entrant. Your stock is tanking and we’re the ones taking the hit!

Cage: Listen up, Geoffy boy, do I look like the kinda guy who has any interest in getting into a ring with dozens of other men? What exactly are you implying? You think I’m some kinda fanook, is that it? Huh? You think I like more than one type of Italian sausage, is that it? I’m insulted! It’s slanderous! It’s anti-Italian discrimination! I had better things to do with my time. While all those fugazi fucks were tossing each other, I was making deals with Ricky the Lick, securing a very lucrative shipment of Armani suits to sell in the garment district. You know how much that shit rakes in? A lot more than the bullshit contract you negotiated for me with OWA, that’s for damn sure.

Epstein: I’m not here to hear excuses, I’m here to come up with solutions, and I’ve got one for you here. I’ve managed to get you a spot in this year’s God of War tournament and this could be big for us. You’re a two-time finalist of this tournament and you won it last time, this could be your chance to finally take it all the way. Picture the scene: Nate Cage wins back-to-back God of War medallions and cashes in to fulfil his destiny, winning a world championship, becoming a triple crown winner, solidifying his spot as a future OWA Hall of Famer!

Cage: And you picture DIS scene: me shoving a meat hook up your ass and sellin’ ya to the local butcher! All you care about is this wrestling bullshit while I’m out there workin’ to secure a future for me and my family! Why should I get in that ring and get all beat up when I could be on the streets breaking thumbs for real money? What did wrestling ever get me other than ridicule and a chainsaw through the mush? But hey, I’m a man of my word and I’ve got a contract to honour, so out of respect for you and everything you’ve done for me, I’ll enter this tournament again and take that fancy piece of jewellery for the second time, I know a fence who could get a great price for it…

Epstein: Great! So, your opponent in the first round is Bad Boy Know…

Cage: OH COME ON! Why have all my opponents so far been god damn minorities? What happened to the once great business of professional wrestling? What happened to strong, Italian wrestlers like Bruno Bolognaise and Zachary Ziti? Those were real men right there. But no, I’m in there with a fuckin’ chink! Some goddamn noodle salesman who’s gonna tell me how much he *Cage squints his eyes* “rike a the fried rice!” It’s insulting! Look at the state of this promotion right now, the Omega Heavyweight Title’s on the broad’s show and held by a sushi merchant, the women’s belt’s also got half a loli with the strap, Kingdom’s got a rice cooker for a world champ…is Olympus the only show that’s still pure? That’s still sacred? I gotta go out there and bash an oriental original, is that it? You wanna make me look like some sort of racist who wants to wipe out the Asians? Because that’s what this is smelling like. I’ve told ya, I ain’t racist, I just think our kind and their kind are better off separate, what’s offensive about that worldview?

Epstein: …and I wonder why no publicist will agree to take you on.

Cage: I’ll fight and I’ll win, that’s all that should be concernin’ ya. I appreciate you givin’ me a lay-up in the first round because I gotta fly out to New York next week to discuss some…discrepancies in my horse racing figures with Gary the Grunter. You’re a good egg, Geoffrey, you know, aside from all those kids you let your friends molest.

Epstein: I-uh-what the fu-

Cage: Ha! I’m just bustin’ your balls! You shoulda seen the look on your face! You’re alright! Okay, I’m outta here, got a dinner reservation at the Marinara Marina and I had to smash a few crab shells to get it if you know what I mean.

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

Re: OWA Promos March 18th 2022, 9:12 pm by **Muhammad/Maggall**

And you know what my presence means. They say it all the time. “Maggall, that damn black part timer! He only shows up when there’s something free for him to win!”

So if I’m back for this tournament, you already know what’s up. Maggall is about to bring the God of War back to the fat bastards, we ain’t had it right since OG Bull Connors was the first to start out this whole legacy! You know things started going downhill when skinny bitches like Nate Cage and Moongoose won this tournament, it’s the kind of messed up wimpification of OWA that led there to be 4 out of 4 world champions around here to be women!

And before anyone tries to tell me Noah ain’t no woman, I want you to look at that Karen haircut and try that again.

Ah, I’m just playing, he just rocks it better than the girls. You know how it is and what they say, we come into their world do better, the chefs in the kitchen, the metros and drag queens in makeup and dress, Noah just harkens back to the real world OWA has become detached from. There was a time when OWA was filled with men doing the girls job better than themselves, Bull Connors and I had the top tits on the roster. Okay, okay, I’m done, I promise! But you know I just haven’t ever cared about this bum ass Elijah Hampton.

But if I have to go through him, AGAIN, to get the Bad Boy Collective on top I’ll do this ol song and dance as many times as it takes. Because this is our tournament, the only thing to ask is if brother Gatsby is ready to do his thang or not.

And now before you blame me for all your pain, Elijah, I got to ask why you didn’t go and win that lil Clash? I wasn’t there, so it was the perfect time for you to restart your career, if you had the undeniable ability everyone thinks you do. Of course, I didn’t show up, I knew I didn’t have good odds to win and they didn’t have the funds to get me involved in that clusterfuck, but you showed up. Ever the working man. I’m sure someone would even call you the iron man of the match! Started all the way at number 3, and lasted all the way 37. But I kind of roll my shoulders a bit at it, you had one elimination, you were in involved that long and that’s all you could do? People who were in that match for a fraction of your time tripled and even quadrupled the amount of eliminations you had. Man, you must have took a damn nap in that ring. But alright, I hear all your fans and the OWA fateful right now, they saying “Maggall stop it! You always Elijah’s biggest hater. Why you always hating on Elijah Maggall, now you nitpicking his Clash numbers? Why is that important?” To me it just goes to be a great example of what I’ve been saying all along. Everyone believes in this Elijah hype and get excited by the massive amount of time he takes up, but once you pay attention to what he’s doing, if you don’t fall asleep you’ll realize he’s amounting to Jack Squat! His promos, his in-ring work, and the Clash are all the damn same, long, ineffective, and just hyped up bullshit for people that are easily fooled by everything they’re told to be impressed by when they turn their brains off.

I’m sorry, but everything about me rejects convoluted bullshit that tries to distract from the truth. The Muhammad in me can’t tolerate this. Just like Christians and all a bunch of bitches need revised bibles and new and old testaments, we only need one simple Noble Quran. The Harlem in me doesn’t buy it. Try to tell some hard brothers why you don’t got their money, distract them with stories of their supply being too good to not try on yourself and how you’ll pay them later, man they’ll slap the taste out of your mouth and put you six feet under if you don’t put that simple cash in their hands. When your ass was meant to spin a block, that block better be spun and have casualties, ain’t nobody care how much time you spent circling the neighbourhood. Elijah never hits. That’s why he gets pushed to the sidelines when big stars like Sabertooth and I show up around to make the show worth the price of admission. And notice I don’t talk about stealing no show, because everyone knows by sight and by name that the show is already mine. I’m the man, I’m the former Tag, TV, and Prestige champion, and if the Immortal Heavyweight Championship is the last bastion we have left, then the new God of War will take it. I’m not here to mince words, I’m here to cash cheques, spread the black agenda, kick some white ass, and take some gold to keep me warm in hibernation while the rest of you punks work your bodies to the bone. Go ahead, cry. Tell people it’s not fair that Maggall comes around and does this and that, but you’re still going to be here after I do it and taking solace in the exposure I give you by being around me. Even if it hurts, even if it makes you feel sick to your stomach, and makes you curse this business, you’ll kneel down worshipping the limelight the Magnanimous one gives you up until I end it all.

The Grim Reaper comes in all black Elijah, everyone knows that. But what they don’t know is that it isn’t some skinny ass skeleton, and the black ain’t some clothes. He’s black and he’s proud to be all the pounds that you can’t handle. Elijah, you know deep down you’ve never been able to carry the weight. The weight of being the prized rising star of the Dynasty that has to live up to the legacies of Darkane and Jacob Senn. The weight of everyone saying your the next big thing. The weight of the obstacle it was to win the Clash. The weight of having to lift my black ass and beat me. Nah, you always buckle, always crumble, when the large weight of being able to carry this business is put onto your shoulders. Let’s face. Nate Cage is a has been. Everyone else but the Bad Boy Know Collective in this tournament is unproven. If you could beat me Elijah, your whole world would change and this would be your tournament to win. But we all know that isn’t happening, because I’m here, and I’m always here to collect what has been offered to make me arrive. Take it up to Oasis, cry to him for what I’m about to do on his time and dime. Because I ain’t hearing it. I told you, I’m the Grim Reaper, I’m deaf! Yeah, I’m playing again, know you just can’t stand it. You know I had to mess with you all in the end! Now time for my GOW Medallion.

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

Re: OWA Promos March 18th 2022, 8:25 pm by **Elijah Hampton**

“Beware, for you’re about to hear the words of a VERY disgruntled AND SERIOUS man. You’re about to see veins popping outta my neck and forehead and maybe even my chest if I undo my top two buttons and get things spicy — ‘cause disgruntled. Gonna stare daggers deep into your soul too if you’re cool with that, ‘cause disgruntled. Cool. And action. At The Clash of the Titans, the confetti falling from the sky wasn’t because of me. I didn’t get gold. I didn’t get silver. I didn’t even get bronze — so no spot for me on the podium. I walked away with what? A ribbon? A participation trophy? The empty feeling that comes with a moral victory? I do feel empty, so maybe. Being in the final four, while to most, would gladly take that finish, for me it doesn’t cut it. Not even close. Because when it comes to this line of work, nobody cares about or remembers how close you came to winning whatever it was. Whether it be a match, a title, a feud. They want results. They want clear-cut victories. I didn’t get that. And here I am now. Trying to make sense as to why I always seem to be on the outside looking in when it comes to this shit. I’m left to pick up the pieces to complete the puzzle that I can’t seem to finish — the job — I can’t seem to finish the job. Getting tackled on the one-yard line time and time again. Woe is me, I know. But the Clash is something I can’t shake or let go. I keep reliving it. Step by step, I retrace them. Thinking about what I could have done better. Or how I could be better in general. Working tirelessly around the clock to soften the blow to my ego because right now, it’s fragile. Please, handle with care. I tell myself it’s not all that bad. That I’ll overcome. Be better than ever. With the lame cliche ‘whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger’ tattooed on the side of my brain. —Sulking away isn’t the answer to this though. Maybe anger is a proper substitute? Maaaan, fuck The Clash of the Titans!!! Yeah, that’s more like it, ‘Jah! I didn’t want to win anyway. It’s dumb and-and-and STUPID. Would be embarrassed if I was Michael Bishop right about now. Because skill gets thrown out the window when it comes to the Clash. It comes down to luck, it comes down to being in the right place at the right time and nothing more!

But in my heart of hearts, I don’t believe that. That’s just more lying. Because I do tip my cap to Michael. And it eats away at my core knowing that he or anyone but me was deserving to win that match and go on to main event Final Destination. But he is. He proved it. That he belonged on the shortlist. Him and Jacob Senn. Would throw in Christopher too but that man has a major case of bullshit on his side, with the magical healing body paint like we are at Marvel Studios, fuck outta here, so nah. So here I am. With the people watching me in how I handle this failure. Dissecting my mannerisms. Jotting down how my tone comes across. Observing what stories my eyes tell. But there’s no need to create a case study about me because I’m an open book. And I’ll be the first one to tell you that I’m not going to run away from the truth. I’m going to face it head-on. And the truth of the matter is, my performance at The Clash of the Titans wasn’t enough. It was a valiant one, sure. Gutsy too. Lasting as long as I did from the number 3 entry spot. Eliminating those that I did. Most think I should be proud. And there’s a part of me that is. But the wave of unsatisfactory washes that all away. Ruining my castle made of sand. All I can do is learn from this. Because if professional wrestling has taught me anything, it’s to never get too high or to never get too low. Shit happens. That’s all I can chalk it up to at this point. No one here is unbeatable. Yes, that includes the new crop of the talent that sports a 3-0 record thinking they the shit. This industry will chew you up and spit you out if you let it. There will be tough times, some dark days sprinkled in here and there. It can’t be all rainbows. Because when it comes to professional wrestling, it isn’t just one straight path to the pinnacle. There will be bumps in the road. There will be peaks and valleys. And a bridge I must build so I can quickly get over this. If not, I’ll just drown away from my tears. I have to step up. And I will.

Even though my progress has been steady, I need to ramp it up. I need to fix the holes in my Swiss cheese offense. ‘Cause after all, I’ve always been more about that cheddar and stackin’ it to the ceiling. But I need to be more consistent instead of streaky. As I keep chipping away. Knocking on the door of superstardom. But my patience is wearing thin and I’m about to kick that door down with the swiftest of roundhouse kicks. Gonna barge in and make myself at home. Kick my feet up and live like a king. But then again, why settle for being a king, when I can become more? When I can become a GOD?! Enter, The God of War tournament. You know what’s at stake. More importantly, I know what’s at stake. And it isn’t just the cool moniker that is The God of War. But I’ll take it. Nah man, that’s only the tip of the iceberg. There’s so much more. You get a future world title shot. You get a cool medallion. You get bragging rights. You get praise. You get everything you could possibly want. And I want this. I look at this tournament, I look at the field, and it has me champing at the bit. Sure, there is some talented individuals in it. Like that Elijah Hampton guy. But there are three I have my eye on. Three wrongs I can right. You know which three I’m talking about. Then again, I did kind of settle the score in that Doomsday Triple Cage match. But I’m bored and I want to beat up on them some more. With them aside, I see there are also two promising talents/prospects in the eyes of the OWA universe in RIP and Gatsby. I feel bad because I never welcomed them to the neighborhood. Didn’t bake them fresh chocolate chip cookies with my secret ingredient — my love. I won't make any extras for myself because like, I’m kind of shredded for a reason. But these two men? I feel a bit indifferent towards. Because they leapfrogged me and got world title opportunities before I did. Kinda salty about that because I had other business I had to handle. But judging by their bare waists, they didn’t get the job down anyways. Which is not all that surprising because Noah Reigner is on one right now. But seeing as to how I’m putting all of my time and energy into this tournament, they aren’t leaping over me again. And if our paths do cross, I’ll keep them grounded, but I digress! Because I’ve never been one to concentrate on what-if scenarios. What if RIP advances? What if Rich advances? No, I deal with absolutes. I live in the now. And right here and now I get to face off against Maggall — again. He might as well be the back of my hand because we are pretty familiar with each other by now. And he’ll feel just that as I slap him silly this week. Because even though we are up to speed when it comes to each other’s motives and desires, this time is a bit different. Because it’s just us. This isn’t about The Dynasty. This isn’t about The Bad Boy Collective — I mean, it never was. But we can table that discussion in a bit. This is about Elijah Hampton. This is about Maggall — for the time being. After this, he’ll go back to hibernation. But when I see you, I have every right to see red. Because you know what you took from me. Although, that’s a bit misleading. Because it wasn’t just you, now was it? It was you, Bad Boy Know, Nobi, Titan, ARYX, and Eon. Holy shit, did you guys go downhill fast. But you guys took from me. The word stole might be more accurate. Point is, you took my Prestige Championship from me in that six-man tag match. The same title you, later on, coughed up to Mark Michaels.

But even with that, I’m not all that mad. I’ve had plenty of time since then to come to grips with what happened. No, if anything, I pity you. Because in the current day, your stock has never been lower. And when I do go on to beat you and further cut you down to size, there will be nothing left. A career that’s spiraling more out of control than your diet. A career that might not be salvageable. And don’t get my words twisted! Losing to Elijah Hampton, there is no shame in that. Oftentimes, it’s expected. But I look at you from a few months ago at what was it? Civil War? And now. Where did it all go wrong? Is this Space Jam? Did you lose all of your talent overnight? I mean let’s be real here, you weren’t even in The Clash of the Titans match. You’re telling me there are forty people here that are better than you? At first, I thought there was no way. But then I got to thinking and it’s not that far-fetched. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. And what a thump that would also. Maaaan, I just remembered Cody motherfuckin Rhodes was in it. But Maggall wasn’t. Bad Boy Know wasn’t. Nobi wasn’t. It’s a sad sight to behold. Because oddly enough, I wanted you to be better. I wanted The Bad Boy Collective to be better. Because losing my title to you? Shit’s embarrassing. I might as well have lost it to a ghost because you’ve become nonexistent, a nonfactor. Falling off the face of the earth. And this week, you’ll fall flat on your face. Maybe not. That beer gut might break your fall. Look, you’ll bounce to the canvas, alright? But that’s what you do best. You’ve mastered the disappearing act. It’s a common theme when it comes to The Bad Boy Collective as a whole I’ve noticed. You started out strong, so that’s cool, I guess. With your group peaking during your first night. Becoming weaker and weaker ever since. That’s it for now. In the meantime, please, say your peace. Spew that hot garbage we are accustomed to hearing from you. Like old times. Go on and tell the people you don’t see the potential I have. It’s always been your main talking point. Lie through your teeth some more before I knock them straight down your throat with a couple of superman punches. But at the end of the day, this is just another normal match. I have to take my emotions out of it. I have to enter this fight with my head screwed on straight and with my eyes clear. I can’t have revenge on my mind. Only success. You know the thing you haven’t gotten in quite some time? Yeah, that thing."

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

Re: OWA Promos March 18th 2022, 7:55 pm by **Jacob Senn**

Noah Reigner, you’ve proven yourself to be a man blinded by the disease of vanity and you’ve become blind to the fact that what stands before you on Olympus will not be an obscure veteran of yesteryear to forge your legacy upon. What is the old phrase everyone loves to quote in situations like this?

The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world that he didn’t exist, right?

You are so apprehensive when someone puts into question the amount of opportunities you have been provided, even when complimenting you for your talent. You can have all the talent in the world and you do, but to think that absolves you from being afforded opportunities, that’s not the case. Hell, I’m not even denying I’m being afforded one singular opportunity here in this match against you, Noah. However, the problem I have is where you have been chosen numerous times to challenge for the Omega Heavyweight Championship, when every opportunity you’ve had to defeat me here in OWA? You’ve failed. Singles, multi-man, you name it and you’ve not been able to get one over on me here in OWA and do you want to know why that is? Will. That’s what has made me the man to always be one step ahead of you because I don’t need money, I don’t need fan support, I don’t need the numbers on my side, I simply need to have the will to do what the other person won’t do. This was a lesson you could say I learned when standing in the ring against you at Blood Moon in Japan. The moment you decide to let your will break, the moment you allow another person to do something you won’t do because of pride or honor, that’s the moment you have given them the victory and let them defeat you. You did what I didn’t want to do on that night, but this night will be different because I’m starving for glory and prestige, Noah. My stomach aches for my belly to be full, I crave for my soul to be provided a rebirth in the glory of championship conquest, and this hunger drives the desperation to bolster my will in doing whatever I need to do to become champion again. The malignant stain of darkness upon my soul demands by any means necessary to make you a tribute upon its craven voracity should I desire to be the man I once was in this industry. The legendary name spoken with reverence instead of mockery, respect instead of ridicule, and to restore the legacy attached to my name from the ruined state it has been left upon. I’ve resigned my soul to be consumed by this curse, devoured by the fiend within me to serve as its herald to the world, all because of the will I possess to make sure my legacy can have its prestige restored to the heights it once called home at your expense come hell or high water. You discount this will I possess and believe me to simply be a fossil of the past, a relic of an age forgotten which you take for granted, a broken man who has become simply a loser in this new age you hope to lead us into. You want to discredit this darkness residing within my soul as an attempt to salvage the last vestiges of my career to cling upon. All I have to say is go ahead because your vanity blinding you from the truth I speak will lead you only to damnation. You have been granted these opportunities and even when we had the same record at one point in this Pantheon, you were ranked higher than me and do you want to know why? People will say it's for different reasons, but the truth is because you are the future of this business and I am perceived as its past to be left behind.

Noah, your talent is undisputed and any wrestler would be lucky to have it. No question you will be known as the future top name in this sport and I don’t intend to discredit it, but to say you have not been afforded opportunities outside of those talents? To say you have succeeded me in the line of being the ace of this industry? You would be lying to yourself.

My time in this industry as the man standing at the pinnacle of this industry as the standard to reach to even be considered to be great, it was only lapsed temporarily. There is some truth in the words you have spoken and I must be honest with myself. You may have a point that Blood Moon might have crippled me for a moment in terms of pride after the fact, but it was for a moment. One moment I let it deter me from reaching what I desired, but then I had given myself a desire. A desire for redemption and a hunger from destruction upon the graven image placed upon my name allowed me to walk out of the fog of dejection to build an industry which respected prestige instead of demolishing it at any given moment for simply vanity and egos to be appeased. You may have this idea manifested in your mind that The Dynasty was a simple way for me to allow myself to step into the background and let this despair consume me within entirely while others succeeded, but The Dynasty was never about that. The Dynasty started and remained a brotherhood devoted to restoring the foundation of prestige left behind by a generation who became blinded by the disease of vanity. Instead of being vain to the point I would allow my own personal aspirations to outweigh the prestige this business needed to thrive, The Dynasty was born out of the ashes of a vain faction in The Phantom Troupe to bring forth this era of prestige we needed. You say I was silent, but I was far from it. I didn’t choose to be the background character of this brotherhood, I did what I did for The Dynasty to make sure that all of us would reach the pinnacle of this sport and restore the prestige reduced to ruin by the acts of men of vain intent. My creation of The Dynasty allowed Darkane to restore the prestige of the Omega Heavyweight Championship through this last reign which is considered to be possibly the greatest reign of the title’s lineage. My formation of this brotherhood allowed Elijah Hampton to create prestige in a new championship coveted by every single person on Olympus because of what we accomplished as a faction. My devotion to this cause allowed Matt Miles to forge his own path to prestige through the conquering of Mount Olympus until his departure from this company after failing to capture the crown he was the heir to. What was my reward for providing this gift not just to my own brothers in The Dynasty, but the entire company of OWA as a whole? I was the architect of these grand ideas being realized and what did I get in return for my efforts into seeing them through? I was recognized through mockery and left to be forgotten while my brothers reaped the rewards of my labor. Thirteen years I’ve worked from the slums of this industry to the greatest heights a man can reach and I put everything into it. In those thirteen years I’ve bled for this business, I’ve broken my body in ways you could only imagine for this industry, I’ve lost loved ones and sacrificed for this business, only to be made a joke from people like you and you want to be the one to be offended because I called out the fact you’ve been afforded more opportunities to have the title you have than myself? You’ve been in this industry for six years and it’s ironic you act as if the world owes you something for your six years when you look at me as a man who deserves nothing. Those rundown warehouses you began in? I built those slums from the ground-up for someone like you to learn this craft. The mid-level promotions around the world in US, UK, Japan and more you fought in to make yourself a star and a name coveted by people? You’re looking at the man who was the trailblazer of those paths you happily walk to make your name. The top promotions with the name value as OWA you have signed a contract with to establish your legacy as the best? There would be no OWA without Jacob Senn and that’s the damn truth. Everything you’ve done in your career, you don’t like people to discredit. So for one second of your life, remove the vain shades from your eyes and imagine… imagine the way I feel for doing everything you’ve claimed to have done seven years before you even dreamed of this business only to be met with mockery?

You may be respected now, Noah. The world may be at your feet right now where you can be given whatever opportunities you seek, but you will soon come to the point where they will not have respect for you and why? They are fickle. The opinion of the people who consume this product like they do all the processed junk they devour from the food stands in the arenas sways like the pendulum. As you have been hoping and praying to establish yourself as the best wrestler of the newest generation to waltz through the paths men like me have made for you to be able to walk through with ease, I’ve been waiting for this opportunity to return the favor unto you for what you did at Blood Moon. Everyone including yourself has decided to write me off as a person who will never again be able have the sweet sensation of being known as a world champion in this industry, resign me as a man who doesn’t have what it takes any longer to do not only the great things I could do in the ring before, but to be a deplorable monster of violent acts to be able to secure this victory. That’s why with Darkane in this match as the special guest referee, the limits I can go to be able to make sure your championship becomes mine in the same manner you treated me with at Blood Moon are endless. The malevolent phantasm housed within my mortal vessel will feed upon your destruction by my hand as tribute for the rebirth of the man this industry once knew as a Punisher, to become crowned a king of the world I had built with my own bare hands, and once again a legend to invoke the sense of respect and fear my name should receive instead of the mockery it has been provided for far too long. Your defeat at Path of War will restore the balance you had disrupted on our fateful introduction in Japan. Now in the same country where we do battle for our third time in a singles contest, my resurrection will be at hand. With Darkane having his crowned removed from him after cementing his name in history as possibly this company’s greatest champion, with Matt Miles unable to take what belonged to him in the right to be called champion because of your vanity making the possibility ruined for him, it is now time for the moment I have been patiently awaiting in my ascension as an omen of destruction and annihilation to this entire industry. After your penance has been rendered unto you by the new king of Olympus, your vanity will be cured with awareness of the truth.

The devil has reclaimed his crown from the thieves and pretenders who mocked him and all his gaze is witness to are destined to be ruined asunder.

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

Brass Tax March 18th 2022, 12:36 pm by **Remington Ivory Prescott**

From The Desk of Remington Ivory Prescott...

Brass Tax

We open on Prescott Tower, the personal headquarters of PresCorp, and the sanctuary of Remington Ivory Prescott. He's standing in his office, hands behind his back, tailored suit fitting impeccably and he's just staring out of the window at this exact moment. Just overlooking the city as though it were in the palm of his hand.

To hear him tell it, it is.

The door to his office opens up and in comes Adora Kincaid, rocking her pants suit and popping her gum as per usual. She's got a file in her hand as she saunters up to the desk.

"Hey, Boss. Here's the info on that Nobi guy. Randi found everything she could. She said--"

"Don't care."

"Ooookay." Adora drops the file on the desk and flops into one of the chairs in front of it.

"The world's changing, Adora. Every day I stare out of this window and I try to figure out what happened to the world I knew."

"I'm gonna' go with in-breeding. Number one answer. Gotta' be."

Remington Ivory Prescott turns away from the window and rolls his eyes for a moment. He plants himself in his chair.

"I don't like it. I don't like when things change. Unless it's the dollar amount in my accounts going up. Business is good but it could be better. We're making money hand over fist and I'm still not where I want to be."

"I can get the jet gassed up real easy, Boss. Just say the word."

Remington Ivory Prescott just glares at Adora for her joke. She pops her gum again.

"Something has to be done. Something drastic. If the world's going to change then I'm going to make some changes too. I have to. The world needs to see a different side of Remington Ivory Prescott."

"So what's the plan?"

Remington Ivory Prescott steepled his fingers in front of him, elbows on the desk.

"It's a simple one, really. I'll tell you after we fade to the next section of this promo."

We take this moment to fade to the next section of this promo, as requested by the man himself.

- - - -

Nobi.

First of all, let me just say, what an interesting name. I’m getting some serious BET: Africa vibes off of it. So kudos to that whole deal you’ve got going on.

I’m sure your Racial Slur Pass is in the mail. But that’s not what we’re here to talk about this evening, is it?

No. We’re here to talk about God of War.

Let’s take a moment to actually look at that for a moment. God of War. The anime vibes are at an all-time high with this one, I think.

Now, Nobi, I’m sure you’ve been around this block a few times, haven’t you? You look like you’ve been doing this professional wrestling gig for longer than you should’ve and that’s okay. We all can’t be prodigies on the cusp of greatness such as myself.

Some of us have to actually try to make a name for ourselves.

Some of us are just born into greatness.

The thing is, though, that there are individuals in this line of work that take something like God of War to the literal seriousness. They think that it’s the perfect time to unleash the Super Saiyan within. To pew pew their way to the top and just bypass all of the hardworking men and women that don’t need or want to take a shortcut to the top.

Men like me, women like you. It’s sickening, to be honest.

And what’re we to do about it, Nobi? Are we to just stand by and watch? Let the cast of Cowboy Bebop treat us like second class citizens? On our planet?

No.

I refuse to let that happen.

That’s why I have to put you down on Sunday, Nobi. Please, do accept my condolences for what is about to happen. I mean no ill will but something has to be done.

When I first came to Mount Olympus, I was a brat. I aligned myself with that Homeless Santa Claus Graham “Cracker” Baker and I thought I could just ride his coattails up the ladder.

That was my mistake. I have to live with that decision.

But I also realized that here, in OWA, things don’t work the way they should. I’ve seen things. I’ve witnessed terrible miracles. And I have to say that most of what I’ve seen makes me nauseous just thinking about it.

Well, except for those Odyssey bitches. They cute as hell but I digress…

What it comes down to is that a lot of people in this here tournament or whatever are going to be trying to take that top spot for all the wrong reasons. Money? Fame? Power? These are all things I was born with. I don’t need the signal boost. I figure you might if you’re still trying to get your rap career off the ground but…

I’m not interested in any of those things. I’m more interested in putting these gods and monsters in their place. Showing them and everyone else that mankind deserves to be at the top of this food chain, not them.

And it all starts Sunday Night.

I took the Clash as an opportunity to show and prove that I was no longer going to just stand idly by while these gods and monsters treat OWA as their own personal playground. And next, I’m going to take God of War for my own.

Who knows what trials I’ll conquer next?

What’s very clear, though, is that the future of OWA is Remington Ivory Prescott. Man of War.

Just wanted to let you Bad Boys Know.

Ciao.

- - - -

We come back to Prescott Tower and we're now in the boardroom. Remington Ivory Prescott is standing in front of all of his supporting cast. Everyone's here and sitting in seats around the huge table. It looks like Remington Ivory Prescott has just finished giving some sort of presentation or something.

"Well?"

Remington Ivory Prescott looks out over the people gathered. His eyes fall to Randi Moss, of course. She looks pensive for a moment before she pushes up from the table and saunters up to stand near Remington.

"It's risky."

"I know."

"A lot could go wrong."

"It won't."

"And it's going to cost a ton of money."

"I'll pay it."

Randi studies him for a few moments and the board behind him. It's hard to make out what he's written back there but it looks like some sort of archeological study or designs for something. Who knows. Rich people be doing all kinds of crazy shit.

Adora Kincaid stands up next, blowing a bubble with her gum as she makes her way up to the front to stand on Remington's other side.

"This could really stir shit up, Boss."

"I know."

"It could piss off a lot of people."

"It will."

"You sure this is the route you want to take?"

Remington Ivory Prescott sighs for a moment and takes a step towards the table.

"Look. I know this sounds insane. It really does. And I know it's probably going to cause the world more strife than it needs to be dealing with right now. But I've seen things, first hand, that will make this world so much worse off if we don't do something about it. Now. Soon. Whichever comes first."

"If we don't prepare for the worst now, there won't be a later for us to lose. Something has to be done. Someone has to do it."

"And that someone has to be you?"

Remington Ivory Prescott looks at Randi and Adora, the both of them are giving him the same look. That look that says that he really shouldn't be doing this. His resolve never wavers though. Not one bit.

"Yes."

Adora and Randi look at him for a long moment and then at each other before shrugging and turning to lean on the table with him.

"Alright. I guess we're doing this."

"OWA will be the best testing ground."

"We're going to need everyone in on this."

"Money, resources, connections. The works."

One by one the people sitting around the table stand up so that they can add their two cents in as we pull back to leave some mystery to the planning of whatever it is that PresCorp is about to be up to.

As we pull away, we get a chance to see what has been written on the top of the whiteboard at the helm of this boardroom.

PROJECT: GODSLAYER

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

Re: OWA Promos March 18th 2022, 12:12 am by **Nobi**

This is the first time I'm speaking for OWA in a while. I wasn't at the Clash of Titans because I had to do a scene for my next movie and just hanging out with Bad Boy Know. The Clash PPV was good. So many great and surprising spots and all.

But we're past Clash of Titans. Now we're hearing Final Destination 4. I'm 2-0 for the OWA's biggest show and I would love to continue my winning streaks record at Final Destination

And what better way to extend the win by winning an OWA World Championship. Well, at the current circumstances, feel free to call me a dreamer but I'm having a chance to win a World Championship as I was informed that I'm apparently a participant for the God of War tournament. That sounds amazing doesn't it?

I know in general this won't be easy because this tournament is filled with very great in-ring performers and very talented individuals and that's obviously including my opponent: Remington Ivory Prescott.

I know Remington is one hell of a talent and maybe he is a rare commodity. He's only 26 years old and yet, he's a former Kingdom Pro's Kingdom Champion and he held it for 113 days. That's impressive and he's going to continue his dominance in OWA. I believe it.

Yes, maybe he likes to cheat and he pays his henchmen to do his dirty works but even so, Remington Ivory Prescott is still a great wrestler inside the ring. I wouldn't rule him out. He beat me and advanced to the second round. Fairly or unfairly, I suppose if you win then you still count it as a win right? Either way, this guy has a lot of potential to beat me or even win this tournament.

I'd like to think that not only is he capable of anything and everything, but also Remingston can be an OWA future or maybe even pro wrestling in general. Good guy or bad guy, doesn't matter, in general in this world, the world is filled with both.

Truthfully, I don't have any hard feelings towards Remington Ivory Prescott so I'd want to say good luck and do your best but he's a grown man, so he knows what he wants to do and what he needs to do. To beat me to advance to the second round of the God of War tournament.

Which is what I want to do as well.

But the key word is "want". The truth is can I beat Remington Ivory Prescott? I'd want to say "of course I can" but there are so many factors. I can't predict the outcome and that's why what I have to do is not to let my guards down.

I realized it. I started my pro wrestling career 10 years ago in Australia and now I'm a veteran. Technically, I have done everything and that is including winning the SSW Puroresu World Heavyweight Championship.

But that's it. SSW. A SSW World Champion. I haven't won an OWA World Championship yet. What even hurt more is that I had a chance to win the Omega Heavyweight Championship at my very first match at Burning Sky 2018. I could have been an OWA World Champion on my very first night here but the truth is, it didn't happen. And fast forward to today which is 2022, I still haven't won any OWA World Championship yet.

Yes I'm doing movies and series, I'm also in Wrestleworld, I will always return to SSW if or when they return, and I already won the OWA Hybrid Champion and a two times OWA Tag Team Champion but those factors aren't good excuses. The reason why I haven't won the big one in OWA yet is because I am alone. I can't blame anyone but myself.

And truthfully, I don't even know why I was selected to be in the God of War tournament but I suppose it's just me being a veteran at this stage of my career but there are a lot of up and young newcomers that I know have a bright future and that is including Remington Ivory Prescott. I have even stated the facts that he can win this tournament.

But naturally, as his opponent in the very first round, I wouldn't want it to happen. Not because I hate Remington Ivory Prescott but because for a selfish reason, I want to win this tournament and Remingston is the first obstacle that is in my way that I have to overcome.

I really want to win this and even if I have to beat Bad Boy Know or Maggall. No offense to those guys, they are my boys but I too have my own personal goal.

Back to Remington Ivory Prescott. I pointed out that you won the Kingdom Pro's Kingdom Championship at a very young age and that is a good thing. You decided to come to OWA after Kingdom Pro closed which is a smart move. I feel sorry that Kingdom Pro had to close but if I were you, especially at your age, I would want to continue my pro wrestling and keep winning countless accolades and OWA is a good promotion to do it.

The thing is, OWA is a very competitive promotion but I know you are very competitive too, Remington Ivory Prescott and that's why I have to be smarter, stronger, faster, punching and kicking harder than you when we finally face off on Olympus.

I want to say that I'm trying to be the best version of myself as an-ring performer because quite frankly, my 2021 report is not better than my 2020 performance and that's why I'm trying to have 2022 to be the best year of my career as a pro wrestler.

I have no intentions of stopping what I'm doing anytime soon but I know I can slow down as I just pointed out that I accomplished more things in 2020 rather than 2021.

I'm an actor and you are a very rich businessman but we both are also pro wrestlers. What we do is beat our opponents as we want to be the winners and that's just a fact.

So here's what I'm gonna do. I'll walk to the ring and I'll have to try to out wrestle you as much as I can because no matter what is going down in our match, we both are pro wrestlers. Do bring everything you have in your arsenal, Remington Ivory Prescott because that's what I'm going to do.

Once again, I have no personal problem with you but you're standing in my way to win the God of War tournament and therefore, you have to prepare yourself for anything and everything just like what I'm doing.

If you don't like what I'm saying then that's good. You have to unleash it on me because they can help you to beat me but I'm not going to give up so easily. I'm fighting to be on the top and if I have to go down, I'm going to drag you down, so I'm still standing tall on the top over you at least.

Alyssa Grace, Noah Reigner, Remington Ivory Prescott and DT The Ruler have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos March 17th 2022, 2:38 pm by **DarkCircle**

{The screen lightens and we find ourselves looking into the ever-present Hanya mask of Ryo Sakazaki as he reaches up and removes it, revealing the ever present hard face of the New York Native as he simply gives the camera a baleful glare}

Ryo: You know Rich, I watched your entire promo at least three times and you said the funniest shit when you said that I have the unfortunate task of facing an angry, salty-as-fuck Rich Gatsby...but then you said the most honest thing ever by admitting that you don't know much about me.

Because if you *DID*, then you'd realize that I am not the the one with an unfortunate task ahead of me, but you are. You are the one with the problem because you have to enter the ring with the most insane mother-FUCKER in all of the Omega Wrestling Alliance, the man who this company actually created a t-shirt that says "Die, Ryo, Die" on it because enough people want that bit of BS to happen but I WILL NEVER FUCKING DO THAT!!!

{Ryo stops and closes his eyes as he tries to focus himself for a few seconds before he opens his eyes again and looks at the camera once more}

Ryo: But I gotta be honest with you on this but your promo actually made a lot more sense than that lame bullshit that TV Know keeps putting out with Nobi and the rest of his fuckbois.

I mean seriously man, with your promo it was succinct and to the fucking point, I could feel the *RAGE* that's lurking inside of you right now and I will admit that I gotta respect that rage because it is fucking honest and shit.

That...I'd loathe to call it even remotely a "promo"...that TV Know shoves out each and every time is nothing that a large heaping bucket of Gerbil Shit!! And that's saying something when it ain't even worth calling it "Horseshit" or "Dogshit" right?!

But you see, where I can honestly respect the anger and the fury in your promo, Rich....that's where it ends because you've never faced a pissed off man like me before and that's not your fault, I get that in a lot of places they probably sucked up to ya'll to no end to ensure that everyone plays nice nice.

But dude, this is the freaking *OMEGA* *WRESTLING* GOD DAMN *ALLIANCE*!!! We play nice nice only when we need to get a bigger group together to kick some mother fucking ass and that's no lie! A year back I got stabbed in the fucking leg with a screwdriver during last year's Civil War event and I fucking *LOVED IT*!! Because here, we do shit for reals and that's what's going to happen when you step into my ring.

{Ryo then reaches up and grabs a handful of his dyed blonde hair before he yanks it sharply, his eyes becoming more in focus and intensity as he stares hard into the camera, a twisted smile crossing his handsome features}

Ryo: You might be hoping that your Hood Strong Style can beat Lucharesu, but I know for certain that you won't be dropping nothing straight or crooked bomb wise if you can't keep that anger of your's focused on me and me alone because when it comes to taking on people straight on in a fucking fight, you'd best hope that you can put me down quickly otherwise I'm going to be running over your fucking ass faster than a fucking bullet train from Tokyo to Osaka, Rich my boy!

And sure, you might be a "Juggernaut" and have gone toe to toe with Noah Reigner, but I've had *WARS* with Arata Asakura and Myojin. I've had the kinds of fights with Arata where he won by sheer fucking luck of finding a way to outLASTing me or managing to get me to the point where all it took was getting that one lucky shot in and one day, I'm going to fuck that pretty boy up and make him understand that from then on in, he's MY *bitch*!

As for my war with Myojin, ffffuuuucccckkkk....you ain't had a proper match here in the OWA until you've gone toe to toe, mano el mano with that pretty boy and calling him ain't no insult because he is the freaking Submission Supernova for a reason, the Model Citizen of Making you *SCREAM*!!!

So I ain't going to bad mouth Myojin...not until I have to that is.

But you see, that's what you're getting this coming Sunday, Rich, you're getting a friggin *WAR* and I just pray that you're ready for it because I'm not here to play with my food like Noah, Graham, or Arata...I'm here to try and fuck somebody up from here on in and buddy boy...you're first on my list because you're craving *exactly* what I'm gunning for!

But Rich, you're right 'bout one thing and that there is no time to waste, at Olympus...you're going to see who the real Bastard of Bastards is now won't we?

Be seeing you real soon, Rich.

{The screen fades to black}

“I fucked up.

It’s sort of a common premise with me at this point, innit? The fact that Liz Karlson can slap together wins like Ali, can string together words like Aesop, can slap around a handful of dumb cunts like it ain’t a goddamn thing, make herself look all primed and pretty at the top of the fuckin’ foodchain EVERY SINGLE TIME except when it fuckin’ counts. I made it to the final two of the Clash of the Titans. I eliminated the Goddesses Champion, I nuked the Iron Woman, and on my path to righting the biggest wrong in my entire OWA career to this point, I fucked up. I fell short.

Overzealous, really.

Now, Filthy’s proven how goddamned good she is, and she’s going to continue doing so all the way to the main event of FD, where I presume she’ll take on Cloud Matsuda to avoid the clusterfuck occupying the OHC in this current moment. Maybe then, she’ll prove exactly how good she is, how much better than me she is, by putting a silver bullet right in the War Queen’s head. Maybe she won’t need a second chance-just one shot, one opportunity, no fuck ups on her end. Twice-gilded queen of the fucking brand, having the best freshman year in a promotion that any of us have ever fucking seen.

Honestly? I’m over it.

I keep fucking falling, and I’m not gonna say it ain’t disheartening, but each time I slip and stumble, I pop right back up. Call me a fucking whack-a-mole, because no matter how hard you hit me, I still keep FUCKING going. No matter how many hard shots you land, how many opportunities you take advantage of, how many times my ass goes over that top rope when I’m on the fucking PRECIPICE, I will KEEP COMING BACK. I’m no fucking revenant, because I’m not driven by revenge or whatever other stupid shit people in this position usually use to keep their engine running, I’m a spiced fucking cocktail of two parts spite, one part drive, and a dash of ego.

Not like you could be surprised by that last part, anyway.

After all, it’s not unlike the rest of the cunts on this brand, who spend so much time talking themselves up, only to have someone else to come out and do their fucking dirty work for them. It’s why I can respect Filth’s win in the Clash enough, because she got here on her fucking own. She didn’t have a manager tagging along to take her spotlight or help her when things got rough, she didn’t have a contingent pulling up to put boots to asses when things got hot. At the end of the Clash, despite this factional bullshit, it was just me and her. Our own accord, our own fighting spirits, and there we were, no shit.

Coincidentally, this is exactly why I’m a bit more driven against my next opponent.

Rin Asakura. Sucks that you came back through fucking time to help your daddy hold onto that stupid fucking belt of his, only for him to lose it while you sat idly by and WATCHED. Let’s face the honesty of it all here-Arata wasn’t meant to be champion. He had a whole faction at his back for the better part of the goddamn year, and he couldn’t take it without relying on every trick in the fucking book. You can say all you want that it was his destiny, that he was preordained to hold that strap forever and a day, that it was his birthright...but all the flavor text in the world doesn’t save the fact that in that moment, that sheer instance, Arata just wasn’t fucking good enough.

It also makes your purpose here a whole lot more questionable, too.

Arata was content to use you as a tool, a handhold to keep him from falling off the mountain that he’d been carried up on the backs of everyone in the Black Sun, or Golden Dawn, or whichever organization brought him to the prominence that he has now. But without him having his belt, what are you advising him on? How to get back into the spotlight without a little shimmer-shimmer around his waist? How to make your way back up to the top of the mountain that you just careened down the side of at breakneck pace in front of tens of thousands who saw the illusion of your legend shattered? How to propagate a fake, bullshit nickname that means nothing anymore with all the actions you’ve taken lately?

Self made, my fucking ass.

You’re a tool, Rin, and like most tools, when they become useless or unable to perform the task assigned to them, you belong in the goddamned landfill. You don’t belong in the Ascension to the Heavens match, taking up a spot from someone who was born in the right time, taking a chance from someone LIKE ME, who can use this opportunity for more than a spotlight for daddy. Luckily for me, the only thing standing in the way of your victory is, well, me, and I’ll be fucked raw if I let you stomp right past me on your path to prominence. I’ll be dead on the canvas if I let you make it into the Ascension to the Heavens bout WITHOUT ME RIGHT FUCKING THERE NEXT TO YOU.

That’s what this whole last year has been for me-ascension. Rising to the occasion, rising to the top, being willing to do whatever, wherever, whenever for this brand. I didn’t take shortcuts to get there like Arata did, I didn’t lean on my faction like Baker did, I made it as far as I did ALL ON MY FUCKING OWN! Sure, I stumbled and fell, but that ain’t keeping me down for long, that won’t stop me for good, THAT WON’T PUT LIZ KARLSON IN THE FUCKING DIRT!

And neither will you, Rin.

I’m not gonna fan into my usual diatribe of needing this, because it’s tired and tested. No, I want this. Not just for the future of the brand, not just for all of OWA, but for me, myself, and I. I want that shot at Cloud, or Filth. I want the chance to be a looming threat in the back of the heads of all these stupid motherfuckers who think that they’re safe when they get their hands on a belt. I don’t love Alyssa, but I can’t deny that she changed the game when it comes to the Ascension to the Heavens briefcase. Now, I can be a constant threat to everyone. I can be everywhere at once.

I just need to get there first.

And since the only thing standing in my path of getting to that match is some time-displaced daddy’s girl, I’ve got an easy enough fucking shot. Just gotta wind up hard and, bang. A shot to your skull and you’re out on the fucking ground. Out of the running. Out of Final Destination.

Out of my warpath.

I’ve spent years in this business being told that my arms are too short to box with God, that I would never achieve anything worthwhile, that I’d always be in the shadow of my mentor. This year has proven that to be correct for the moment, but as I draw closer and closer, I’m beholden to think that opportunity is just getting ready to knock away. I can feel it, the anticipation on the air before my metaphorical ascension, possibly ascertained by a literal ascension, my hands wrapping around a briefcase and yanking that motherfucker down.

It’s all starting to come together, to precipitate in the air, and I am so fucking ready.

Rin, it’s a shame that you’ve been put in my way, but know that much like your father’s title reign, sometimes things don’t always work out like you’ve predicted. Sometimes, a five-five brick shithouse drives a boot into your skull and sends you scrambling down into the depths of Hell, trying to recover. Fortune tellers are allowed to make mistakes, and no matter what you saw back in the record books when you looked upon this match, I promise one thing to you; It doesn’t matter. I don’t fuck with predestination, I don’t believe in fate, I make my own fucking path and I let the world react.

The forces of time and space have nothing on a Brick Shithouse like me.”

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

Re: OWA Promos March 17th 2022, 7:10 am by **Christopher Sabertooth**

Ah yes! I love a hardcore war. It feels like I’ve been living in a warzone the past couple of years. I know that people have been waiting for me to make a mistake. They want me to fail. There are a lot of killers who have recently signed up with the company. All of these people have eagerly been watching my every step-- waiting for me to slip up. Unfortunately for them, I am not the kind to take breaks. I am not the kind to fall off after a year of relevance. I have been here since day one and I haven’t looked back for a second. No breaks. No time off. Nothing. I have been doing this better than anybody else for the longest time.

Well, Clash didn’t go exactly as I expected. Firstly, Arata Asakura is no longer the champion. That should be a matter of celebration but Azumi has been obnoxious about it since the day she won the belt. I mean, fair play! She has earned the right to be cocky. But don’t let that win get to your head because the competition is hotter than ever. Though I wouldn’t lie to you, I felt a little betrayed by Arata. I declared my intention of facing the most powerful version of him at Final Destination. I wanted to be the one to end his reign of terror. I wanted to be the one to bring balance to Kingdom. Quite selfish of him! What’s he going to do now? Fight in the B.O.B games with his crew?

Arata has found a way to disappoint me again. What can we say-- It’s an unpredictable business. Speaking of which, I made it to the final 3 of Clash this year. Was it better than I expected? Well, no. I had every intention to win. But I won’t lie, seeing Arata fade away into the background did hurt my chances. I wasn’t as motivated to face Azumi. Yes, it would be great to be world champion again. But what’s the story here? I don’t hate Azumi. She can have her run under the sun until Michael Bishop eventually comes knocking. If he goes down that path, of course. Then again, there’s a constant threat looming in the background with Arata and his wish. Call me selfish-- But deep down, I wish that Arata does something reckless with that. I want him to go crazy. I want him to unleash his true potential again. Fighting the best version of Arata and putting an end to him would bring me joy.

I am sure Jeff can agree. Speaking of which, what’s been going on with him lately? Ever since he won Clash two years ago, he hasn’t been able to get back to that level, has he? I was hoping he’d make it to the end with myself and Bishop. Having the three of us face off at the end would have been poetic. But I guess Theo had different plans. He threw Jeff’s ass out to the curb. Shit happens! I get it! But I am sure Jeff doesn’t simply want to coast his way to big matches without putting in the effort right? Nah-- I am sure he’ll be back to his A-game soon enough. Or that’s what I hope for. I need my partner on top of his shit before we defend these tag belts! But if anybody could do it-- It’s the homie, Jeff.

And then, we’ve got some surprises from Clash. Kyle is back! The funny junkie who crippled Michael Bishop all those years ago! Hey, with Bishop at the top-- If he lets success get to his head, we can send our favorite stoner to bring him back down to reality! I am glad to see Kyle back. I missed the guy. We’ve had some fun times during the 24/7 chase. But he’s my partner in war this coming week. That does complicate things because I do not want to lose this. So-- He better not hold me back. I want the cannabis crippler! The serious Kyle that can fuck shit up. It’s a war we’re getting into after all. I am sure he wants his big Kingdom return to be worth talking about.

And then there’s Jodan. I have been teaming up with that guy for a while now. From Jiyuu-SEKAI to our collective hate for Arata. He may be a wild card but so far he’s not disappointed me. Which is great. That’s what you want from your partner. Jodan is always down for a fight so I am not worried about him either. Everything considered we are a formidable team! Jeff and I always get along. Kyle is probably going to be too stoned to care about the match. And Jodan is that crazy motherfucker you want on your team. I like our chances!

Especially seeing who I am up against! Another surprise return at the Clash-- An old buddy of mine. Jacob Knight! Welcome back! Honestly, it was great seeing you again. But I think you got way too familiar with me. From what I remember, you betrayed Havoc. And not in a Jason Long way of screwing him over. No. You betrayed him by being a constant failure! You were a bad look for the Ashes. Yeah, you’ve held the Outlaw belt before. But who hasn’t!... Sorry, Jeff. One day! Back to Knight-- most of us forgot you even existed! Where have you been? I wouldn’t blame you if you harbor any hatred for Havoc. Trust me! I do too! So, we’re probably on the same boat. But despite everything that happened, I wasn’t gone for a year. I never left!

Knight cannot come back and expect to have an Ashes reunion tour to commence. And that’s not because I am with the enemy now, as he suggested. No! I have come to terms with those days. I have repented for my mistake. I have prayed to God to forgive me for my sins. Of course, whatever I do-- It won’t be enough to fix all the people I have hurt. But I haven’t stopped paying back for what I did. I will live with that guilt till the day I die. So, Jacob-- I am not trying to go back to those days. I am not trying to be the demon who brought Kingdom down to its knees. I threw you out of the Clash and I will throw your ass back to the shadow realm again if you talk reckless. Be careful, my friend. Say what you want about the Ashes, at least we were able to finish what we started, unlike the Golden Dawn. See you at the pre-show, Arata!

Then we’ve got the big man! DT The Ruler. I must say, I am impressed! His Clash performance was nothing to be scoffed at. He was in there for a long ass time and much deserved! He’s one strong SOB. But then, he says stupid shit like making a larger impact than I did? Did you now, DT? From what I remember, while I was fighting in the ring with Senn and Bishop, you had a towel wrapped around your neck and an ice pack over your bald ass head while you watched me from the back. It’s not my fault that you pulled an early ass entry. Trust me, even if I entered number one, I would have lasted longer than you did. In fact, I did just that! Set the damn record after entering number one which was only broken last year by Finnegan Wakefield. So don’t get it twisted, DT. You did great! But you’re STILL not at my level. Do not compare us like you’d stand a chance against me. Not these days. I am sure the glory days of DT The Ruler were a spectacle to behold. But you’re an old ass man now. Doesn’t it irk you when people talk about your name like your next up? You’ve been at this for years!

You’ve got successful businesses. You’re a self-made man. And the first thing you do after coming here is align yourself to Raivo. What about being self-made? You’ve got the money-- got the power. Why do you need Raivo’s ass to carry you back to relevance? DT, you SHOULD have been the biggest signing to OWA based on your past resume! But nobody gave a fuck because it’s not 2011 anymore. It’s been a long ass time, DT. But that doesn’t mean I am looking down on you for a second. I know you’re a capable fighter. I know that you’ve got what it takes to become a champion here. It’s just a shame you’ve already cast yourself under Raivo’s shadow. Are you his business associate or bodyguard? Because I am not sure if the two of you want the same thing from each other.

Speaking of Raivo, how does it feel to get outdone by an old ass man trying to make it back to relevance? How are you going to call me out for trying to hold on to the demon of the past to stay relevant here when your ass is teaming up with DT!? That man is a fossil! The hypocrisy doesn’t stop there either. Shit, we were in the same ring at the Clash. The fuck did you do? While I was tied for the most eliminations AND I made it to the Final 3-- Yet I am the one who is irrelevant? You came in after me and left before I did. Shut the fuck up. The fact that I am able to channel into the power of Havoc without getting my brain fried up is a blessing in disguise. I am simply using the tools that I have been afforded. Tell me one motherfucker who wouldn’t use demon powers if they had ‘em! I am not stupid. I want to win no matter what!

Hey, if you don’t think I am capable enough of beating you myself-- Then fine! Maybe that IS true. But I’ve got a fucking demon that would turn the tide in my favor in a heartbeat. And I am not going to stop myself from using it just because your ass doesn't think it’s fair. I don’t care, Raivo!

And finally-- We’ve got the man of the hour. The guy who made it his mission to hurt me. And he was rather successful! I won’t lie, Ali Gory played it real smart at the Clash. He made me taste my own blood. He cuffed my hand to the ring post and put a beating on me. But what happened at the end? I broke free-- I beat his ass and eventually DT threw him out. I guess you were right. I do have the fucking monster inside of me. And maybe what you said about Havoc made me realize that there’s no point holding back. There’s no point hiding my truth. I have been blessed with a power beyond comprehension for most so why shouldn’t I use it to my benefit? And if I am able to do some good with it, then the better it is!

I used Havoc’s powers to fight against the tyrant, Arata. And at the Clash, I used it to make sure that I made it till the end. Unfortunately, Jacob Senn pulled some cheap tricks out of the book. What happened exactly is still a blur. But I digress. I am just glad he didn’t win. Bishop earned that victory. He deserves it. Though I must commend Ali! He is a man of his word. Despite everything, he made sure to put me through hell. I respect his commitment. But just like the Clash, all his attempts were in vain. I overpowered him. I healed my injuries. I outlasted him. And that result wouldn’t change no matter HOW many times our paths cross. I will always be better.

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

Re: OWA Promos March 17th 2022, 2:57 am by **DT The Ruler**

(In a recording from a few days ago in Orlando, Florida, DT The Ruler is shown, sitting in an undisclosed lounge, taking light sips of a Pina Colada while a Jazz band played loudly in the background on stage. The camera showed DT talking on the phone for a moment as well)

DT The Ruler: I will be heading to Hartford after the coming show, and that problem will be taken care of. In the meantime, make sure everything is recorded and documented. I do not like thieves. In the meantime, I’m waiting to meet with a client, they should be here in about twenty minutes, but I wanted to just enjoy the atmosphere *DT The Ruler hung up his cell phone and placed it faced down on the table in front of him, taking a quick glimpse of the dimly lit scenery as the band continued on*

*sighs* I’ll be rather honest: Pina Coladas are a pretty sissy-level drink, but since I have an event in a few days, and I am supposed to be cutting down on food and drink intake overall, I’ll accept the combination of coconut, pineapple, and a pinch of rum for the time being; the ingredients are working together to do the job. Regardless of the alcohol content of this wimpy beverage, I will be ready for Kingdom. I’m not slacking in the slightest when it comes to preparation, but it seems like when it comes to this coming contest, it sounds like some straightening needs to be done. Over the past few days, I caught some moronic commentary after holding my tongue a bit, and now I know better than to give members of my opposition the benefit of the doubt when it comes to intelligence.

But I didn’t expect my opponent’s level of stupidity to appear in my team.

Now, no doubt I expect unpredictability from one Ali Gory, but as I should have expected, a member of my team doesn’t understand the idea of teamwork, even in a temporary sense. My business partner, Mr. Raivo, gets it and I am glad we can work out the mishap from Clash of the Titans. I by no means am satisfied with what happened- as one Mr. Jeffrey X suggests- but as men: we both know there’s better things than to bicker like Sports Analysts on ESPN over something that can be corrected. Just by seeing this matchup on Kingdom- after what happened at The Clash- it’s pretty apparent that the Powers That Be want discord between us. And they should try harder. My temperament is more even keel than others may know, as Men of Sophistication have to be able to combat the constant fury this business sets competitors up to experience.

But one boy named Jacob Knight decided to stretch his mouth too far, with the audacity to call me a “Capitalistic Pig” and show his disrespect to someone that can very much win this coming contest for him! Let me remind everyone of something in these times: “pigs” like me make sure this economy still exists so chivalrous “heroes” can have the freedom to choose their path after putting in the work. I create jobs for those who cannot create their own, I make money that funnels back into this country, and I ensure that other men with no capability to build upon the current infrastructure can do something meaningful with their lives. Jacob Knight can talk high and mighty about this business being “ruined” by someone like myself, but not only are men like him incapable of changing what he sees as the crashing status quo in OWA, but deep down- like everyone else- he indulges in it while contributing nothing but selfish lip service. Because let’s be blunt: this business thrives off the selfishness of every participant that enters that ring. Championships contribute to that self-centeredness ten-fold, with the added praise and adoration you’re set to receive for gaining that prize. And I’ve heard many Wrestlers talk about how much they love this business, suggest they’re fighting the good fight, sacrificing their blood, sweat, and tears, but without hesitation they would put on a three-piece suit and control what they’re allowed to if given the proposition. I’ve seen it more than once, even in OWA’s archives, and wouldn’t be surprised to see it again with some other outspoken “hero” of the present. If I were one Jacob Knight, I’d stop talking as if I have shining armor on and focus on what could be a turning point for his return to OWA. Because if there’s one thing he doesn’t want to do, it’s be told you’ve been left behind and actually have proof through countless failures he can control. Cooperation is in his favor, and any win Jacob can scrape up will benefit him.

Then thank me after the fact.

(DT The Ruler took a sip of his Pina Colada, then a waitress appeared, asking if he wanted anything else; he tells her he’s patiently waiting for someone to appear and is fine, then she walks away)

But the audacity doesn’t end there.

And I’m glad it doesn’t, because as I’ve said previously, I’ve learned over my time in Professional Wrestling, a lot of competitors are either meat-headed or hard-headed, including Jeffrey, a Tag Team Champion with one Mr. Christopher Sabertooth. I am man enough to give the man props for having a title. I will even go as far as to give the man his props for defending his boyfrie- I mean Tag Team Partner. I mean he’s called me out my name by not doing what he’s supposed to do and address me as SIR like a good little boy, so fair game, as they say! But let’s talk, shall we? First thing this moron does is incorrectly assert that I am a “rookie”- as if that matters much in this case- and then goes on to assert that Diantha fights my battles.

…. *sigh*…

My God, oh m- you know what? Let’s continue with basic correction.

First...
Ms. Diantha Rosso is a client and sibling of a close associate of this business, a man I’ve Taken to the Pay Windah during his prime in the words of Dusty Rhodes, and a man that is superior to what a man like Jeffrey is now. Myself helping Diantha has no bearing on this coming contest I promise you, as I do not need a woman to fight my battles. Jeffrey might need her on his team to better his chances, but she does not fight for The Ruler and never will. Those cut from similar cloth as myself can stand on their own.

-Get It Right-

Second…
I’ve noticed that one too many OWA degenerates love to dismiss their opponents in many predictable ways, dismissing someone newer to this specific company, not to Wrestling. To these people, you are always too young, too old, not trending, not accomplished, too small, too big, too new- like what are you guys looking for? The “Just Right” Wrestlers, the ones equivalent to the Baby Bear’s porridge and bed? I don’t get these cretins, I swear. This is getting cartoonish now. But to get back on track, understand: I am no beginner, and even if I was, Jeffrey should go and re-watch The Clash again and see how a “rookie” made a stance. He of course will do the meat-headed thing and undermine it because I didn’t get lucky like one Michael Bishop, but what of him during that match? What impact did he make? Was he even present? I couldn’t tell. The fact that Jeff and Chris are Tag Team Champions even got drowned out by the glorious sound of my dominance and me and Mr. Raivo’s strategy together. As I’ve said, I’m very fucking upset I got eliminated and just as irritated Mr. Raivo was eliminated earlier than planned, but I’m even more upset seeing men like Jeffrey enter the match later than I and be way less impressive. But of course, I refuse to be satisfied with just being impressive. Winning needs to happen. And I am not interested in coming close to winning in place of actually experiencing that result.

Going into this coming Kingdom event, I want Jeffrey to also understand another important aspect: my business actions that you may unfortunately end up seeing, especially to those who decide to “test my gangsta”, is not to build up fear. In fact, what I did to that woman who stole from me was a different lesson he missed as much as she did: Thou Shall Not Steal, and if you’re lucky in the future: someone as high in class as The Ruler may bless you with a profitable partnership. I am not a cruel man, but the World is cruel to those without resources, and I will not let random invalids take from me and my associates without punishment. For Jeffrey, though, I am glad he isn’t scared, because beating and torturing men who are fearful for their life isn’t the most… fun, so to say. Few things in this business are more entertaining than confidently entering the ring and whipping one of the many “I’M NOT SCARED OF YOUS” into submission, forcing them into a state of despair progressively rather than immediately upfront, making them realize with every successful takedown, every painful slam into the mat, and every limb-stretching hold applied that maybe fear isn’t as foolish a feeling as once thought. The slow burn is much more memorable anyways.

So yes, for Jeffrey: I desire he thoughtlessly bring that level of bravery to Kingdom. Puff up his chest, stand up to me perfectly straight with his chin pointed out and his arms flexed like Popeye. I’ll even give him and his… man, Chris, the chance to show off their muscles in the middle of the ring for a minute if they want it. I want them to show me why I should be moved in any way by them. Because as I sit here, keeping it light with this weak but acceptable combination, I’m not convinced these boys and their teammates for the night have it in them to “bash my brains in”. *laughs* And even if they did, we know damn well that threat is just words, words that will be proven to be nonsense.

Jeffrey’s ego will be his undoing come Kingdom, and his arrogant assumptions about his Master and Ruler will only result in this “Capitalist Pig” making him and the rest of his teammates see the lights. The combination I am mostly forced into will get the job done.

(DT The Ruler took one more sip of his Pina Colada, and he continued to enjoy the Jazz music playing)

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

Re: OWA Promos March 16th 2022, 10:27 pm by **Daisy Thrash**

Hello, NAMI.

I feel the need to introduce myself. You might think you’ve met me already. I can see how you might make that mistake. That imposter wearing my name was pretty convincing. But this, this is the real Daisy Thrash. Not the one that was letting her anger run rampant and control her. Not the weird jailbait that thought a stuffed animal of all things was talking to her. Not the one that was throwing shit at the wall and seeing what stuck. No, no, I found my roots. I found myself again. What I truly am is a lean, mean, social justice warrior bitch. And you’re never gonna find me apologizing for that. What I am isn’t any kind of “gimmick.” I purged all the fakeness from my life. No need to color my hair anymore; my blonde will continue to fade and I don’t care to change that. I no longer feel the need to try any new “personas.” If all I do is chase trends, if I spend all my time trying to figure out what may connect with the audience, I lose any genuine connection I might actually have. If they feel alienated by me, then they just have to buck up and deal with it. Now see, the realization is probably starting to set in now, isn’t it? This whole time in OWA, I’ve been effectively fighting with one arm tied behind my back. I’ve been self-sabotaging. Whether it’s due to an unconscious fear of success or something else entirely, I don’t know. What I do know is I’ve let it all go. This is the Daisy that you have yet to experience. But many others have. Many others who have far more experience than you. You can ask them how hard they had to struggle to beat me. Like Cloud. I wasn’t lying about my run-ins with her before. In a one-on-one competition, I beat her. I competed against her for a Women’s Championship. She had to pull the best move out of her arsenal to finally take me down. The same one she had to resort to to put down Azumi Goto. A big match with Cloud is only a pipe dream for you. I’ve already been to that mountaintop and I’m more than ready to claw myself back up there. First stop on the way is gonna be a nice, long reign as Goddesses Champion.

I won’t lie, I respect you and what you had to go through to get to this point. Drug addiction is no joke and a helluva hard thing to kick. The J-idol industry chewed you up and spit you out, but you were able to ride the rapids and find yourself a new career. I know battles like that are never easy; I’ve had some similar ones myself. I’ve struggled with depression throughout most of my life. I’ve spent days and nights either crying uncontrollably or so numb that I was ready to do anything just to feel something. I’ve been trapped under torrents of horrible thoughts. “You’re not good enough.” “You’ll never be good enough.” “You might as well just kill yourself so you don’t bring down everyone else with your suckiness.” The fact that my fellow wrestling school students were saying similar things about me certainly didn’t help. But I’m proud to say that despite everything, I’m still here today. We actually have a setback in common: we’ve both been hurt in the ring. You with a broken arm and me with a broken neck. You were lucky enough to only need a bit of time off to heal a more minor injury. I, on the other hand, had to hear things like “spinal stenosis” and “you’ll never be in a ring again.” No way was I about to let that happen, though. I latched onto the smallest glimmer of hope and worked my ass off to get fully rehabbed and medically cleared. I took on the biggest challenge of my career and made it through. And on Tuesday, it’ll be your turn. Face it, I’m the biggest threat to your title reign so far. You took the championship from Gwen Harper, who completely dropped the ball on committing herself to defending her title. Firing her is probably the only Llorona decision I actually agree with! As for Skylar and Nakita? All we heard from them was how Dorado Enterprises was going to take over and dominate. Now, we’re not hearing a single thing. Where are they? Does anyone actually care? Then Remi Skyfire managed to snag herself a title match after defeating the now-useless Natalie LASH. Let me tell you something, I actually used to work with Remi back in Jersey. Back then she was an absolute firecracker and nigh-undefeatable force. We were in a multi-woman title match and she won! Nowadays, Remi is little more than a shambling corpse compared to her old self. I tossed her out at Clash with no problem. All of your previous opponents had their attention elsewhere. Me? I’m fully trained on you, babe. My only mission is to yank that title from your grasp. And I will. Don’t get me wrong, your performance at Clash is certainly nothing to sneeze at. But there won’t be any other ladies around to knock my eyes off the prize. Unlike last time, there’ll be nobody stopping me from taking this all the way to the bitter end.

Final Destination feels like it’s just around the corner. The show of shows. If you want to make history, that’s where you do it. I’m sure you’re focused on bringing that title to Final Destination and having your big moment. For me, I’ve stood on this precipice far too many times to count. Always inches away from the gold. I know we’ve both taken home some gold in “smaller” promotions. You were JET Academy Champion and I was the Lethal Angels Champion. But I’ve never brought home the big one from a big global company. As far as I’m concerned, this match is the big one. Because you’re in it. And I’m in it. And that championship is in it. This match might not be in the main event spot, but it’s definitely my main event. If you want even the chance to come out victorious, you had better bring all that fight you had against your cocaine addiction and more. If you don’t, I’ll rip it out of you myself. I’m not like Banshee, though. I’ll only break what needs to be broken. I try every day to be a good person, but that doesn’t always make me a nice person. There’s no nice way to tell you this: I will be taking the Goddesses Championship into Final Destination. And I will be walking out with it, too. This sound crazy to you? You haven’t even seen crazy!

Not yet.

Aria Jaxon, Corey Matthis, The Banshee, Rebecca Filth and Krysis have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos March 16th 2022, 6:06 pm by **Noah Reigner**

“Six years. Six years I’ve spent in this industry, starting out of run down, abandoned warehouses in San Diego and traveling to the UK and performing there in front of only hundreds of people. Then I moved onto the mid-level promotions, working up the ladder - fighting anyone, and everyone that was positioned into my path until I reached the top tier promotions. First EAW then SSW and now here in OWA. Six years I’ve spent grinding. Six years I’ve spent fighting the best possible in whatever promotion I was in at the time, from legends in the business to whatever ‘top caliber’ athletes the company housed. Six years I’ve spent sharpening my skills, honing my abilities, and perfecting my craft. Six years of fucking hard work to be able to say I stand at the top of OWA as a World Champion - only to have my achievements cited as ‘given’ to me. Opportunities ‘afforded’ to me - asif I didn’t earn my position on the top of the Pantheon for months. Asif I didn’t earn my guaranteed opportunity to face Darkane after beating - literally - every other member of your group; The Dynasty. Asif I didn’t earn the right to challenge Graham Baker by being the Number One contender.”

“You bounce back and forth between me being ‘afforded opportunities’ and then me rising through the ranks with my ‘unquestionable talent’. Which one is it, Jacob? You’re coming off as sour that you had to watch from the sidelines while someone other than yourself succeeded, but who’s fault is that? You haven’t done shit, Jacob. You’re standing strong, making claims that people have left you in the background - but in reality, you’ve done that to yourself. Your brothers in the Dynasty didn’t do it to you. They all stepped up and claimed positions and opportunities for themselves. What did you do? You remained silent. You allowed yourself to fade into obscurity - no one forced it. And while you took your little sabbatical, yes - a movement of the new blood in this industry began, and now you come in - upset about change, shaking your fist at the air and damning the youth. Jacob Senn, once a man who commanded the attention and the praise from everyone around him, diminished into an aged version of himself who can’t cope with the fact that this industry has moved on and away from him.”

“You’ve watched the landscapes around you change, and have done nothing about it. You’ve sat there and done nothing, but now you want to complain how I built my career from Blood Moon and how I’m given chances and opportunities that should be gifted to you - because I’m respected. You can question my motives, even my methods of winning some matches here and there - but you’re going beyond that and basically saying things I’ve done haven’t been earned. And that’s the biggest load of bullshit you’ve spewed, Jacob. Even in SSW, I wasn’t given an opportunity against you - I earned it. I beat Baker, I beat Kai Stevens. Just like here in OWA, I’ve earned every last opportunity that I’ve had. But since you want to talk of gifted opportunities; let’s bring yours into the light. Need I remind you that you lost the Clash? And now here you are, an Immortal Championship match two weeks later. Now who’s being afforded an opportunity? Who have you beaten to earn this? What have you done recently other than your Clash showing? If anyone is being awarded due to respect and tenure, it’s certainly not me in this scenario, Jacob.”

“You haven’t done anything of note to be in the same conversation with contenders, but here you are. Opportunity gifted. And personally; I don’t mind. I’m a fighting champion, whoever - whenever, but don’t be a hypocrite, Jacob. Your last singles match was White Boy Winter against Eon Blue, which you won. But what since then? You were eliminated from your team in the Civil War match and then? Vanished. You’ve adopted this new darkness that you’re relying on, but to me it sounds like some bullshit to try and salvage the career that you let slip from you. You want to point the blame, say it’s lack of respect while your brothers have it all - but in reality, they’re the ones out there grinding and earning the respect while you faded even further into the shadows. You want to blame me as the catalyst for your career going to shit, for you to accept this new found darkness to guide you, but to me - it’s coming off as a man who can’t cope with the reality of this profession. Losses? They happen. What you do after is what defines you. What did you do after I ‘cheated you’? Well, nothing really to note. You slid back into OWA, sided with Darkane and company to reform the Troupe and then renamed the group the Dynasty. You let the loss at Blood Moon cripple you, you let it define you as a loser. You know what I did when Baker bitched up and immediately started his rematch after attacking me - after I beat him? I relaced my boots and two weeks later, I became the Immortal Champion. I used it as fucking fuel. That’s the difference between you and I, Jacob. I never stopped. I never quit. While you - you were more than content sitting on the sideline while literally everyone else in the Dynasty made this company their own. You were more than content with being the dead weight carried by Darkane, Miles, and so on - instead of relacing your boots and showing the world that you're The Punisher. That you’re Jacob fucking Senn. All of that respect you once had, you allowed it to fade away. No one else did that for you.”

“Now, for Path of War - it may not be the exact location that Blood Moon happened two years ago, but we’re back in Japan. Back to the location of the - to quote you - moment of your career that still haunts you. The motivation you have for this match is crystal clear; the championship is second to your need for redemption. Karmic justice, as you called it. You want so badly to avenge your loss to me from Blood Moon, to right the wrongs that you claim to have plagued your career. You’re trying to save face because you failed. Two years ago, you promised victory. You promised to remain champion, but you failed. All of those promises were empty. The only promise that stayed true was mine to you; that I was the new generation of SSW and that I was going to change the game and since that day, since February Eighth, Twenty-Twenty - I have continued to light this industry on fire. I’ve taken on and beaten nearly everyone in my path and I don’t plan on slowing down now. What you have done, though, is regress. You used to be labeled ‘Bulletproof’, ‘Indestructible’ - but after one night, that curtain was pulled back and I showed the humanity of Jacob Senn. You’ve never recovered, and that’s your own fault. You’ve had the chances, you have this entire industry in the palm of your hand because of who you are and what you’ve done in the past. At any time you could have corrected course, at any time you could have re-established yourself. But instead, you sulked. Instead, you allowed yourself to be forgotten. You’ve jumped from Olympus to Kingdom recently to try and save face - to try to redeem yourself, because on Olympus you’ve gotten lost in the shuffle - and that’s all on you. Your content with being on the sideline has made you just another name on the roster, not one that sticks out like you claim you want it to be. Your name isn’t one that’s remembered for anything recent, just for your past achievements. You’ve become another faceless ‘vet’ reduced to shit - and that has absolutely nothing to do with my actions in Japan two years ago, and has everything to do with you being too much of a loser to do anything about it.”

“Until now, apparently. You really think this is it for you? You really waited a whole two years to get some sort of payback? You couldn’t handle the fact that I did what I said - win the match by any means necessary. You sit and cry foul, even though I can guarantee that you’ve benefited from the same mindset in your career. And you think Path of War is going to change your career, that it’s going to suddenly make people drop to their knees in awe and you’ll have the respect back that you once had? It's not going to work that way, Jacob. See, back in SSW - I changed the guard. I changed the landscape. I made it possible for the new blood to be looked at as the new main eventers. You and your class, you and your generation of wrestlers were on the way out sooner or later - I just quickened the process. At Path of War, I’m not going to lay down just so you can have some feel good comeback story. It’s going to take a lot more than threats, and a new found ‘darkness’ to overcome me. Maybe Darkane is your ace in the hole? The new special referee. I’m not phased by his inclusion, if I’m honest with you. All of those weeks ago when I defeated Darkane, he stood in the ring - shook and then rose my hand. He was humble in his defeat, respect was earned on both sides. And with that said, while I respect Darkane, I don’t mind firing another Hollow Point or Kill Shot into his head if he attempts to rekindle whatever Dynasty brotherhood remains between you. Could it be a setup for a screwjob? Of course, but does that change my intentions? No.”

“My intentions haven’t changed a bit. Show up to Path of War, show you and the entire world why I’m the Immortal Heavyweight Champion, and leave with my belt still intact. You think doom intimidates me, Jacob? I said I looked death in its eyes and you threaten me with the less-forbodding doom, then question if I’m ready? Have you not been paying fucking attention while you’ve sat on the sidelines? I’ve ripped through everyone that’s stood in my way and threatened to end me, to kill me, to remove this title from my clutches. You are no different than them. You weren’t at Blood Moon when you were an obstacle on my climb to success, and you’re not now that you’re a threat to my reign. I’m a different competitor than I was back then. I’m on a whole other level now than two years ago, and that is something that you’re going to experience first hand in just a few short days, Jacob.”

“Your time at the top is well behind you. You’ve waited two years to try and redeem yourself, to salvage your career. What you had left has deteriorated to nothing now. Now you’re just a guy who was in the Dynasty. Now you’re just a guy who had some storied career a few years ago. And now you’re just a guy who is mad at the world for your own unwillingness to do the work needed. It’s a twisted sense of self-entitlement that you have from your accomplishments in the past. Things are different now. This is the present; this is my time now. And once I’m finished - as much as you may not like it - my superiority over you will be undisputed, and it will be crystal-fucking-clear that Jacob Senn is the embodiment of the past generation, while I represent the present.”

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

Re: OWA Promos March 15th 2022, 12:14 pm by **Bad Boy Know**

Bad Boy Know is in a kitchen dressed as a chef. He puts a pot of water on the stove to come to a boil. He kneads and spins pizza dough before dressing it in sauce, cheese, anchovies and mayonnaise. Gently the Bad Boy places the pizza onto a stone and into a brick oven. He mixes olive oil, oregano and garlic into ground beef which he forms into balls and puts into a pan on the stove next to the now boiling water. Bad Boy Know goes to put the pasta into the pot… wait.

Where is the pasta? Do you know where the pasta is?

Bad Boy Know can’t find the pasta.

“NOBI! WHERE IS MY SPAGHETT!”

Nobi walks into the kitchen holding a bound and gagged Italian fuckboy

“Ahh, thankyou Nobi.”

Nobi leaves and the Italian looks at Bad Boy Know in fear. Bad Boy Know comes in close and removes the gag from his mouth.

“Don’t worry Nino, I know what you greasy pastabacks like.”

“My name is Frank.” the disgusting sub human mutters in fear.

“Shhhhhhh”

Bad Boy Know spoons mayonnaise into Nino’s mouth.

“It’s time to put the pasta in the water, Nino.”

Bad Boy Know shoves Nino’s face into the boiling pot of water. Nino wretches back screaming. Bad Boy Know lifts the pot and splashes the scalding hot water onto Nino then cracks the pot over his head. Bad Boy Know turns off the burners and puts on oven mitts.

“Safety first.” Bad Boy Know warns

Nino struggles up to his feet covered in third degree burns. Bad Boy Know lifts the frying pan of meatballs and smacks it into Nino’s face! MEATBALLS ARE FLYING EVERYWHERE!

Nino is screaming. “It’s Pizza tImE” Bad Boy Know chimes as he pulls the pizza on the pizza stone out of the brick oven. The crust is golden brown. “PERFECT” Bad Boy Know exclaims as he dumps the burning hot pizza onto Nino’s face. Nino’s blood curdling screams start to annoy Bad Boy Know.

Bad Boy Know takes the still burning hot pizza stone and starts cracking it over Nino’s head. The camera can’t see what’s happening. The shot only shows Bad Boy Know repeatedly lifting and smashing the pizza stone down. Red splatters on the Bad Boy’s face, his apron, on the walls. Cracking and breaking sounds accompany the motion of the pizza stone coming down as Nino’s screams become more gurgled and muffled before eventually silencing all together. The silence doesn’t stop Bad Boy Know from continuing the assault.

Bad Boy Know’s grunts can barely be heard over the sludging sound of cracking and splattering. Bad Boy Know’s entire face, hands, and apron are red. He drops the stone on the floor and stands there catching his breath.

“Ah shit. NOBI! I OVERCOOKED THE PASTA AGAIN!”

Nobi opens the door to the kitchen and looks at the scene, only to say. “Mama mia!”

Stark and Bad Boy Know have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos March 14th 2022, 1:12 am by **PAZ**

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2017.

The gym was a dingy building hidden in the middle of Tokyo. Rich Gatsby was ‘on assignment’ - the term he used when he traveled with his childhood friend Deandre Smith as a bodyguard during his tour. Deandre, known to the masses as hip-hop artist Shotgun, was one of Rich’s earliest friends. Growing up on the Nineteenth block in Inglewood, California made it hard to keep friends, but Rich and Deandre persevered through sheer survival. Deandre wrote songs about it and began to make a name for himself in the music business. It got him the chance to get out of the ‘Wood and out of the country altogether, taking his best friend Rich along for the ride.

Deandre loved pro wrestling, absolutely loved it. Not just the mainstream, major-channel type of wrestling, but every type of subcategory of wrestling. He loved them grimey, underground joints; the type that only true wrestling-heads would appreciate. Rich never understood the appeal, but Deandre was paying for the whole trip so if the money man wants to watch a wrestling show in Japan then that’s what Rich was going to do.

“A’ight so this next match finna be dope, Gat,” hyped Deandre. His eyes widened at the mere thought of what was upcoming. “Both these muh’fuckas throw bombs. Imagine two Mike Tyson’s just fuckin’ throwin’ haymakers an’ that’s the shit we ‘bout to see. C’mon, G, get hyped!”

Rich chuckled at Deandre’s enthusiasm. “My guy, you out here sellin’ out 15,000-seat arenas an’ we in a place that holds - what, two g’s? - an’ you geekin’ out ‘bout these muh’fuckas in tights throwin’ each other around?” Gatsby shakes his head. “You wild for this shit, D.”

The two were interrupted by the entrances of both competitors. Rich was taken aback by the response of the mainly-Japanese crowd for both men. Their presence was undeniable, and Rich couldn’t take his eyes off of them. Their sequined robes sparkled as the light bounced off them. Each man walked down the aisle with a look of silent violence, getting ready to be unleashed onto their opponents.

“Yo, my man’s in the red with the hair, that’s….”

Deandre’s voice drowned out as Rich was captivated by the presence of the two men. One was in all black, a thin mustache and a slightly athletic build. The other had the body of a Greek god, chiseled and sculpted, and the hair of a Greek goddess, beautiful and perfect. For the next thirty minutes, Rich watched in a trance. He took in the action in the ring, the euphoria of the crowd as both men enacted violence onto each other. To a common wrestling fan, this was an easy ‘five-star match’. To Rich… this was a life-changing event. As the music for the man with the golden hair played and he raised himself up on the turnbuckle, Rich looked around and saw the fans in the gym go through the same out-of-body experience he went through. Some were jumping up and down. Some were crying. The whole event played out like a movie.

Rich went back to the hotel that night, shook. “I’ve been tellin’ y’all, G! This shit is like a fuckin’ emotional roller coaster! Them muh’fuckas go in that ring an’ throw bombs back and forth like they ain’t give no shits ‘bout the other dude. That shit when they fuckin’ got up after bein’ dropped on they heads? That shit’s called Fightin’ Spirit. It’s an intimidation factor to show the other dude like: fuck yo’ suplex, it ain’t shit. Y’know?”

The words made no sense to Rich. All he could think about was the match he saw, the effect it had on him as a whole. He’s had rage inside him, it’s been bottled up for years. He was taught to stay low in the cut and protect what’s his. That’s how he survived. The fights he’s had in the past were never started by him, but he always made sure he ended them. He survived by making sure those who were close to him were able to survive.

But this event - this one match - it hit different. He watched as the man in black did whatever he could to literally end the other man’s will to live, but the man with golden hair didn’t give in. Rich remembered the sweat that flew off the man’s face as if his soul was slapped out of his body. He recalled the primal screams of defiance, the bullheaded duo in a dance of death. Most importantly, he remembered feeling the emotional investment of those in attendance. The epic shrills and screams coming from the crowd resonated with him.

He needed that.

“Yo, D, I’ma keep it buck wit’chu. That shit we saw right now? That shit was wild. I ain’t never been a part of something like that. Not just that fight, but everything that surrounded it. Those two muh’fuckas came in lookin’ like a million dollars and then fuckin’ battled like the other took that mil’ away from them! And shit, that crowd? Fuckin’ aye, that’s probably the feelin’ you get when muh’fuckas rappin’ along wit’chu when you on stage. I felt alive just watchin’ in the stands, imagine bein’ in that ring and hearin’ that shit! I want to know how that shit feels, D. Whatchu think…” he started, knowing the next thing out of his mouth would’ve thrilled his friend. “You think I could do that type of shit?”

Deandre looked at his friend. There was a reason why he survived the Nineteenth Block in Inglewood, California. Rich stood six-foot, five inches, a good two-hundred and sixty-five pounds of pure muscle. You hang with Rich in the hood and ain’t nobody fucking with you. Rich was a natural athlete; he put his heart into it, he’d excel at anything. Deandre smiled at his friend. “Rich, if you for real… ain’t no muh’fucka fuckin’ wit’ Big GAT. Pro Wrestlin’ ain’t ready.”

“Let’s bring the fuckin’ ruckus.”

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The thud of the dumbbells echoes throughout the empty gym as they fall to the floor. Sweat continued to pour down Rich’s face. It’s 2 am and it’s something different from the clubs and the after parties that he’s been attending these last few weeks. The concept, however, was nothing foriegn to him at all: Hard work pays off. He stares into the mirror, the weight of the world still hanging on his back. Staring back at him was a person he’s become unfamiliar with. The weights on the floor were nothing compared to what he was able to lift one year prior. He shakes his head.

● REC

“Y’all ever hear the phrase: ‘If at first you don’t succeed, try try again’? It’s a popular saying, I’m sure y’all have. That’s the type of shit you say to someone when they fail. And that’s what I did. I failed. I went in and I didn’t secure the bag. Noah Reigner is just as good of a fuckin’ wrestler as they say he is. I ain’t got nothing but good things to say about him but there will come that time, Noah, that you and I are across the ring from each other. There will come a time when that bell rings once more and I promise you - fuckin’ swear to you - that the fight I gave to you at Clash of Titans will pale in comparison with the fight I will bring when I get that chance again. I only hope you still have that strap when we do this dance again, homie.”

“I was given the opportunity to fight for a company’s top prize twice within the span of three weeks. ALPHA and OMEGA,” chuckles Gatsby, “how fitting. See, but this ain’t the beginning nor is this the end. Nah, not by a fuckin’ long shot. I’ve made my career on ups and downs. I’ve been to the top of the fuckin’ mountain and I’ve been shot down on numerous occasions. This loss against Reigner, I can comprehend. I understand that on that night, Noah was better than me and I ain’t finna let my pride deny that fact. I knew exactly what I was signing up for when I came out and accepted the challenge set forth by Reigner. I knew that it probably would rub some muh’fuckas the wrong way, but fuck it. Big GAT ain’t tryna wait for bitch asses to shoot my shot.”

“Which brings me to Ryo Sakazaki. Ryo, you have the unfortunate task of facing an angry, salty-as-fuck Rich Gatsby. Ryo, I ain’t know much about you, homie. Ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t know shit about you. What I do know is this, homie. You steppin’ in the ring wit’ The muh’fuckin’ Juggernaut. I just took Noah Reigner to the absolute limit and even then, that muh’fucka beat me. You think I came to OWA to lose? You think that Big GAT out here stackin’ L’s like staircases? Fuck that. Fuck no. If I ain’t winnin’ that OWA Immortal Heavyweight Championship, then I’ma go out and fuck around… get that God of War joint for the fuck of it. You see, Ryo, I’m sure you’re a hell of a competitor. If you ain’t, then yo’ ass wouldn’t be here in OWA.”

“Nah, I know that each and every time I come through here, I gotta make sure I bring that fuckin’ ruckus. You look at the columns and you ain’t see a dub anywhere on there. That shit’s embarrassing. Fuckin’ pitiful. Don’t give a damn if it’s Graham Baker or Noah Reigner, that shit still says oh-one-and-one. So Ryo, you best fuckin’ believe I ain’t comin’ out here to try and grapple wit’chu. Try and see who the better technical wrestlers is. Nah, homie. I’m bringin’ straight bombs, from the get-go. Ain’t no time to fuckin’ waste. Not no more, Ryo. I’ve wasted too much time actin’ like I be somebody, when I ain’t somebody. I prided myself on being THAT MAN, but I ain’t got shit to show for it. Not right now. So if that means I gotta beat you and prove that Rich Gatsby is the God of War? Then so fuckin’ be it.”

“Next Sunday, I’ma be back in the place where it all began. We going back to the genesis of Rich Gatsby’s career. We going back to the place where I fell in love with the beautiful brutality of professional wrestling. Y’all about to witness the strength of Hood Strong Style. Y’all finna hear them fans cheerin’ my fuckin’ name when I drop yo ass on you neck, Ryo. I ain’t flyin’ to Japan to lose, homie. You better be ready, yourself, homie….

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

Re: OWA Promos March 13th 2022, 1:37 am by **Jacob Senn**

Destiny, fate, the inevitable, everyone has a different word for the source of predestination placed upon their lives. For me? There is only one word to call it by.

Doom.

The inevitable doom pressed before everyone is the only thing we can call the future, we only seek the ability to delay our own doom by shifting it onto another. The Clash of the Titans was evidence of this when Michael Bishop manifested his own destiny as he would call it against 39 other men who entered into the match by shattering their hopes and crushing their dreams right before their eyes in order to achieve it. Doom to the desire of being the lone survivor within The Clash was gifted to every single man within the match, including myself, for our doom was already set in stone. Michael, I congratulate you on your victory in The Clash for it was a bitter fight to the end for which one of us would be the marquee match on the largest stage possible in this company, so all I ask after all of this is for you to not disappoint when Final Destination arrives. However, I made a promise to the world during the road to The Clash and I am not going to disappoint in denying the calamity I vowed to bring to the world. I made it clear to the world I would unleash the side of Jacob Senn unknown to this industry, caged behind the prison of Aizen’s creation to protect everyone from it, and it will be done. The Clash of the Titans was the night to bring redemption to my name, rechristen me as the legend I had been known for in the past and when I was presented with doom to my desires due to the vanity of those whose destiny proved to be greater than my own, I had been made to once again taste the bitterness of loss as I fell to the pit of despair known as failure. Once more, my name would be associated with defeat and be made into a mockery by those around them as a simple challenge to be conquered. A man who once had glorious repute reduced from the doom inflicted by men of vain intent to a statistic of fleeting glory to watch slowly fade away from the limelight. I had hoped to rise from the bodies of those men of vanity to restore the prestige once lost from me, to put an end to the disrespect the world has shown me for years on end, but this respect has been only shown to those who surround me in The Dynasty. Even in this harsh failure, you will see the congratulation provided to Darkane for his victory over Titan, Elijah Hampton for his performance inside of The Clash, but what respect has been shown to Jacob Senn? The man who withstood everything until the very end when destiny had a chosen champion already, what do I get in return? I was rewarded with contempt for attempting to derail the Cinderella story of Michael Bishop. Everyone met me with disregard for everything I had done to bring myself just to that point. Nearly left to be forgotten as the chosen champion of vanity was given praise and adulation for his victory. As much as The Clash provided the doom to my hopes by preventing me from being a victor of a match of that prestige and the opportunity to reclaim what was taken from me at the very first Final Destination, I was gifted with a revelation upon my failure in the match. If I want to prove to the entire world I am a man who commands respect from those around him, if I want to bring a resurrection to a man who was worthy of calling himself a world champion in this business, and even be a man who would be feared by those who would dare challenge or insult him, I have to accept the darkness lingering within the prison Aizen created and embrace it by releasing it from the prison it is within. The Clash was my test to proceed without this darkness and even though I came close to victory, I still failed. Failure was not an option and with that, I have come to terms with the malignant stain upon my soul to be the man I need to be. A harbinger of doom and calamity upon this entire business, a herald of ruin upon the mountain this company has become, and a walking omen of destruction to those who attempt to stand in my path of resurrection through these methods.

The path laid out by doom is ever changing and shifting to unpredictable points and with that said, Olympus provides an opportunity to claim immortality from an acclaimed rival from my past.

I see this opportunity as karmic justice because the opportunity presented to me was the same opportunity the person standing in my path of rebirth was gifted on February 8th, 2020. People may ask about my continuation in holding this malice within my heart for this man for what he did over two years ago and while most would find this petty, this hatred strengthens the malevolence within me as it feasts upon it. My enmity has become a weapon and Olympus will be where it is inflicted upon you, Noah Reigner. I became a champion, won a championship which escaped my grasp for far too long to be the man I had desired to become, and yet there was new blood introduced in your name and what happened on that night? A memory to haunt you for the rest of your days as I would never cease to let it end, Noah. You stole from me. You cheated me. There’s no telling what prestige and glory would have been afforded to me during that time if it wasn’t for you and yet, here we are. You went on to continue to build and establish your name on the back of what you did to me on that night and as for me? I lived in mere squalor in terms of respect and repute while becoming reduced to a background character for these individuals to build their own legacies upon. The breaking point might have not been that night with you, but you contributed to manifesting this darkness within my soul without a doubt. You have been afforded opportunities at the world championship multiple times because of the respect people seem to have gained for you. Opportunity after opportunity, championship after championship, you have been given the golden ticket to take whatever you want around here on Olympus because of the mere support you have been given from these sheep. This year alone you have been provided with what, three or four opportunities alone at world championship glory? I’ve been forced to watch all of those around me achieve not just championship glory, but glory in battles of great acclaim while a thief in the night such as yourself, you have been afforded everything possible to a person to bring them where they are. You have been afforded every opportunity to manifest the legend you have desired for yourself in hopes of becoming immortalized in this business, but you desire to produce an echo of our first encounter to establish this legacy? Both of us are not the men we were on the fateful night in question, you have certainly risen through the ranks to become an absolute icon in this industry. No matter the personal animosity I have towards you or the number of opportunities you have been provided with to gain the championship you currently hold, there’s no doubt from me or anyone about your talent inside of the squared circle. My disdain doesn’t diminish the fact you earned the right to be called Immortal Heavyweight Champion, you earned your victories to keep the championship in your grasp including against my Dynasty brothers, but don’t let it lead you to believe you are destined to be undisputed against me. You defeated the longest-reigning world champion in OWA’s history in Darkane, you made sure contenders such as Matt Miles, Remington Ivory Prescott, and Rich Gatsby had to recognize your talent against their claims of becoming the new champion at your expense, but none of them are the man you face in what you hope to be a show stealing classic to be immortalized for all to see.

Olympus is not a night where I hope to deliver a five-star masterpiece against you, it’s where I hope to claim what has been kept away from me for long enough, Noah. The man you face for the Immortal Heavyweight Championship, it’s a different person who has accepted a darkness within his soul no person in this business has witnessed in my thirteen-year career. It’s not about what you will allow against me, it will be what you can hope to survive against me by the end of the night. This match scheduled to take place isn’t going to be like the rest of these matches you’ve had because I’m going to keep it honest. I’m coming to take the championship you hold so dearly to remove it from you in the same way you took the SSW Puroresu Heavyweight Championship away from me. I’m coming not to out wrestle you and prove I’m simply the better wrestler than you, but I’m coming to make sure I see a crimson mask on your face as blood runs down from the destruction your body has endured against me. I’m coming to be reborn through the carnage your body goes through against me as I take the steps needed to be immortalized as the legend of infamy I should be. This is my final chance to be able to have this rebirth I hope to achieve to my name, the last shot at reclaiming the former glory my name has been synonymous with, and my desperation knows no bounds in what I will do to make sure I’m the one who walks out of Olympus with the championship on my shoulder. The new blood of wrestling may be on the rise and looking to make this their era, but I’m not here to allow them the luxury of leaving me in the background and be happy about it. I’m here to be the name never to be forgotten when you hear it for the first time, I’m here to be the legend immortalized in this business in infamy for what he has done to the business in wrath of what he was before being reborn, and I’m here to make sure you never refer to me as the past for this industry. As long as I’m around and walking through these halls, I intend to make people remember I’m the gold standard of professional wrestling. The only benchmark you need to reach in hopes of being immortalized and until you’ve reached that point, you will remain in what you have tried to keep me in for the past two years of my career: obscurity. I know you’ll make sure this won’t be easy, I know I will have to bring the same fight and determination I brought in The Clash just to walk out with that championship, and all I have to say is you best be prepared for the ruin you’ll be left in when I’m finished with you. The legend and icon you seek who created the foundation for men like you to take advantage of? He’s not going to be what stands before you, but a devil born from a darkness to make him more vile and cataclysmic than he has ever been before. You may have seen death when you looked into the eyes of Darkane when you fought to become champion, but there’s only one thing you’ll see when you look into my eyes, Noah.

Your doom.

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

Re: OWA Promos March 12th 2022, 8:01 pm by **Krysis**

Wrongful Decision

Odyssey 75 #1

Last night...

Rebecca Sawyer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest, set for one fall… is for the OWA OMEGA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!

(Showing the piece of clips of Devi and Alyssa duke it out all over the arena at Clash of The Titans)

I was robbed...of my opportunity.

(The stadium lights suddenly go out, covering the ring in total darkness. A few long seconds later, lighting returns to the ring, but it’s only in red. Fog has started to emerge from under the ring, already thick enough to completely obscure the floor. Devi Krysis lays unconscious in the ring, while Alyssa Grace struggles to get to one knee. Suddenly, some haunting music plays over the PA system.)

I wasn't rob by someone, is by something! Just when the lights came off, I was knocked out and unable to get up after the last blow that Alyssa Grace gave me. But when I unconscious, I see red and fog all over the ring and music played I knew a sudden figure show up.

Gia Cervantes: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! THAT’S HANA NAKAJIMA’S MUSIC! HANA NAKAJIMA IS STANDING IN THE RING! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE? OH DEAR GOD… SHE’S POSSESSED BY HAVOC AGAIN!

Ashley Walker: HER FACE LOOKS THE SAME AS HAVOC’S! THAT’S HOW SHE APPEARED WHEN SHE BEAT THE BANSHEE TO WIN THE ATHENA’S CUP! SHE LOST HER CHANCE AT EXTRA INSURANCE WHEN SHE WAS ELIMINATED IN THE WOMEN’S CLASH!

Gia Cervantes: IT SHOULD BE OBVIOUS WHY HANA AND HAVOC HAVE NOW JOINED! HANA JUST HANDED AMANDA HER ATHENA’S CUP TROPHY! SHE’S CASHING IT IN RIGHT NOW! IT’S A MADHOUSE! A FUCKING MADHOUSE!

When I knew Hana decide to intervene our Omega Heavyweight Championship match by cashing her Athena's Cup, not only that she joined forces with Havoc! And..you guessed it she picked the bones and claim the prize. The Omega Heavyweight Championship!

Rebecca Sawyer: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE WINNER OF THIS BOUT… AND NEEWWWWWWWWW OMEEGA HEAVVVYYYWEEEIIGGHHTTTT CHAAAAMPIIOOON!!!! HAAAANNNAAAAAA NAAAAAKKAAAAAJIIIMMMAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!

And when I look at the OWA twitter page and seeing this...it went dong on me after Hana or Hanavoc holding the title, I've fly my way back to America and I was furious! The fact that Alyssa Grace had chosen me for this match after what I've been through in the past, she chose me that she wanted the best competition, and I gave it to her. You had made "Wrongful Decision" for cashing your Athena's Cup and enter yourself to this match and won. What? You couldn't win the Women's Clash Of The Titans so you can relied on Havoc, the same being that was controlled by your newly married husband Christopher Sabretooth! By the way how's your honeymoon, I pretty sure it went stupendous!

(Devi is holding the picture of Hana Nakajima and Christopher Sabretooth)

Look at you two, y'all look very beautiful together. But I'm curious Mrs. Sabretooth? When you decided to merge with Havoc did you ever consider telling your family about that? Well I pretty sure they don't know about it because you want to keep it a secret..

(Devi is going to her pocket and take out her lighter and light it up the picture.)

You see Hana, this whole you winning The Omega Heavyweight Championship!? Couldn't been avoided, I'm was on the verge of losing to Alyssa Grace and she'll be still be champion headed to Final Destination 4, but nooo you made a wrong choice for robbing me my chances to become Omega Heavyweight Champion now my road to Final Destination 4 hits intermediate roadblock! At Odyssey 75...I'll showed you that you don't...and I mean "DON'T" screw with Discus Devi Krysis!

(Devi had the lighter turn on and put towards Mr. And Mrs. Sabretooth's picture and it started to fire.)

This is what your title reign would look like.

Falling...in flames! See you later Hana.

(Devi dropped a flaming Mr. And Mrs. Sabretooth pic on and walk away and the scene fades)

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

Re: OWA Promos March 12th 2022, 6:57 pm by **Noah Reigner**

“You wanted my respect? You earned it, kid. You did what you said you were going to do; you brought the fight and made it a war. You’ve earned my respect and that’s not an easy thing to do, but now you can attest to the fact that beating me - that removing the Immortal Championship from my clutches - is also no easy feat. You gave everything you had, you left it all in the ring - and it wasn’t good enough. Not at Clash of the Titans, anyway. You have the talent and the aggression - and one day, you might get there; but not while I’m standing on the top of the mountain as the champion. I know; ‘while I stand on the top of the mountain’ is a phrase that could very well mean nothing in a few weeks time - but I’m a fighting champion. I will take on any and all comers. There’s always the possibility of losing it, but I can promise you this; whoever has any desires, intentions, or dreams of becoming the Immortal Heavyweight Champion - you need to come ready to fucking kill me.”

“And that includes you - Jacob Senn.”

“Don’t just say it, though. Don’t just tell me how you’re going to body me, how you’re going to prove your quote-unquote ‘superiority’, and how you’re going to dethrone me. Talk is cheap, Jacob, and I’ve proven that twice already. Matt Miles and Remington Prescott spent weeks telling the world how they were going to prove my title win a fraud, only to fail at their task. Gatsby spent weeks hyping himself up, claiming he was going to be the new champion - only to fail. The question I ask of you, Jacob, is are you going to do the same, just talk about - just promise - victory? Or are you going to come ready to go to fucking war?”

“I want the best Jacob Senn possible. I want the legend - I want the fucking icon that has paved the way for guys like me, and many others, in this industry. I want to fight a Jacob Senn who’s hungry to avenge his loss from Blood Moon a few years back. I want to fight a Jacob Senn who won’t resort to petty run-in bullshit when he’s down and out, like the last time we did this dance. I told you back then, I want to establish myself as a fucking legend in this business - in this company - and I’m well on my way of doing that, if I say so myself. But the one thing I haven’t done is beat Jacob Senn inside of an OWA ring. I’ve become Television Champion. I became the first man to exercise option ‘C’. I went to hell and back with, and ultimately defeated Darkane who had the best years of his career here recently. I became the first ever Immortal Champion. And now I have to tie up loose ends, now I have to further cement my legacy and beating you, Jacob, is a ‘must’.”

“You proved that you still have ‘it’. That you still have that fire inside of you that can do big things. You went all the way to the finals in the Clash this year. Unfortunately you were eliminated by Bishop, but as I said, I’m a fighting champion. You wanted the chance and you gave it all in your Clash performance; I would say that’s a good enough reason to have this match if my aforementioned reasons - wants and needs - aren’t good enough for you. It’s not often that second place nets you the big prize, so I would be greatly disappointed if you phone this in. I would be disappointed if you came into this match with a level of desire and determination that was less than what it was when you competed in the Clash. You’re not fighting for just a guaranteed opportunity to fight against the champion - you’re fighting for THE opportunity to be champion. Come with your ‘A’ game, Jacob, I’m begging for it.”

“I’ve proven that I’m better than Darkane. I’ve proven that I’m better than Miles, than Prescott, than Gatsby and - honestly - better than Baker since I did beat him officially before his bitchdom took over. I know that if I ever want to be immortalized in OWA infamy, I have to prove that I’m better than you. I know that if I ever want to be considered one of the best, I need to duplicate my efforts from Blood Moon a few years ago - and beat you again. I assume you want to prove you’re better, that you want to show the world that Blood Moon was not only a fluke, but you didn’t need Darkane’s help way back when I first entered this company. But, how badly do you want it Jacob? Are you willing to do anything it takes?”

“That was what I said when we first met at Blood Moon. That I would do anything it takes to become the SSW Puroresu Champion - and I did exactly that. Dastardly deed, sure, but no longer am I on the path to collect titles; now my task is to prove that I am deserving. Now my task is, as I said, to be considered one of the best in this industry. Say what you will, but I have grown from Blood Moon to now. Say what you will, but I have stepped up my game majorly since then. Ask your good buddy Darkane who was quick to threaten to eviscerate me, but now sings my praises. I accomplished a feat that no one else in this company could do, actually pin him in order to claim victory. During my time in OWA, I’ve kicked it into another level - and there’s no chance of me stopping. Not for you, not for anyone.”

“It’s this next level that I’ve seemed to access, that is what is taking me to new heights. It’s my willingness to defend this title against anyone, against the best - and my desire and determination to beat the best, that will cement my place in this company and this industry. One victory over you isn’t enough for me. I want it to be undisputed. I want it to be a commonly known fact that I am better than you are. And as far as I see it, this time we have an even playing field. I have no Evelyn or Corsairs. And the Dynasty that you once had, is in shambles. It’s you versus me - man to man. What it’s going to come down to is heart, and I’ve proven - especially recently - that I have more than most. You, though? Your heart, your desire took you to the final two of the Clash and that is respectable. I’m going to test that heart, just as you’ll test mine. I’m going to test the mettle of Jacob Senn, just as I hope you’ll test mine.”

“But make no mistake about it; as much as I’m looking forward to - and hoping for the fight of a fucking lifetime, I’m coming to win.”

“I’ve only just begun my reign as the Immortal champion and I don’t plan on relinquishing it anytime soon. I’ve fought, busted my ass, and left every piece of me inside of the OWA ring for over a year - and now that I’ve reached the pinnacle, I won’t let all of my hard work be taken away from me in three seconds. I meant exactly what I said; in order to beat me - in order to become the new Immortal Champion - you’re going to have to kill me. I’ve looked death in the eyes in the form of Darkane, and fought back to secure victory. I’ve fought to hell and back many times in my career and no one has yet to put me in the dirt. Not Darkane. Not Baker. Not Miles, Prescott, Michaels, Gatsby - nobody. And I won’t allow you to do what they have failed to do.”

“And having been in the ring with you, and all of the above, I can say bluntly - you don’t measure up to a few of them. I’ve asked you to bring your ‘A’ game, to bring everything you have - that same fire you used to fuel your battle at the Clash; but while I’m on the level that I’m on - while I’m operating in the highest gear I’ve ever competed in, Jacob you won’t be able to touch me. Sure, you have the legendary status and you even have the unquestionable nod to the Hall of Fame whenever you decide to hang ‘em up, but you won’t have the Immortal Championship to add to your laundry list of accomplishments. It’s just simply not going to happen. You may have venom and bile built up, ready to spit in my direction because of what happened in Japan a few years ago, but I’m ready to dodge and deflect all of that away in order to remain champion. I’m ready to endure and persevere through the wrath of hell that you decide to bring with you, and if anyone is good enough to survive through your offensive onslaught - it’s me. I’ve proven that once, and was close to doing it a second time before Darkane introduced his shovel to the back of my head.”

“I don’t blame you for it, though. I played the same card in Japan; but we’ve both grown from that - we’ve both learned from that. I’ll echo what I said leading into that original rematch; this has the possibilities of being a fucking classic between you and I. Two world beaters. Two icons. Two game changers going one on one with no bullshit. We can blow the roof off of the venue; Path of War is more than just this contest but we have every possibility of stealing the show and that is what I intend to do. Furthermore, not only do I intend to steal this whole fuckin’ show, but I will also be walking away with the championship still in my possession.”

“To be blunt; I’m going to prove that the era of Jacob Senn has been long dead. I’m going to prove that, while you may have held this company - and others - in the palm of your hand for a long, long time … that now you are nothing more than second place; exactly how it ended at the Clash. There’s nothing wrong with second place, don’t take that the wrong way. But open your eyes, Jacob, and take a look around. The new blood is taking this company over. Rebecca Filth, a fucking nobody from Europe has set Odyssey on fire. You have guys like Raivo, like Matthis, like Hampton all killing it and earning their stripes. You are the past, Jacob. Those names I just mentioned may very well be the future of the OWA. But me? I’m the fucking present, and I will remain here until someone can step up and strip this championship from me - just as I did to you in Japan and forced a changing of the guard in SSW.”

“But you are not that guy, Jacob. You’re not the guy that’s going to take this championship away from me. You will try, and believe me - I’m ready for it, but ultimately you will fail. Just as I did in Japan, I’m going to once again render you irrelevant. I’m going to prove that Noah Reigner can and will put down the Punisher again, and this time it will be all me. This time the notion that I am better than you will be irrefutable. I have your number, just as I did in Japan - just as I did months ago here.”

“When it’s all said and done, you will once again finish in second place.”

VaeVictisBD, Michael Bishop, Alyssa Grace, Darkane, Rebecca Filth and DT The Ruler have spoken. It’s such good shit!

A Reintroduction March 12th 2022, 10:22 am by **JacobKnight**

A Reintroduction

March 10, 2022

Location Unknown

We open on what appears to be an abandoned factory floor with a single steel chair taking center stage. Cold light shines down on the dusty floors and rusted machinery. Suddenly, the sound of unfurling cloth can be heard as a large crimson banner covers the background like a stage curtain. Emblazoned across the center of it sits a familiar yet infamous design: the logo of the Ashes of the Wake. Shortly after, the sound of footsteps on the cold concrete floor can be heard approaching until a figure enters the shot. He walks around the chair and up to the flag. He is dressed in all black, a hood covering his head. In one hand he holds a black metal baseball bat, in the other, a lighter. He looks up and stares at the insignia that at one time he was proud of before flicking the lighter on and setting the flame to the flag. It starts off small at first, but as time goes on the flame spreads slowly across the piece. Seemingly content, the figure turns around and walks back to the chair before taking a seat, resting the bat in his lap. After stuffing the lighter into his pocket, his now free hand pulls off his hood, revealing the face of Jacob Knight. A small grin sits on his face as he speaks.

“You know, it's funny how so much has changed since I've been away... and yet so much remains the same. New faces, new titles, new factions, new dispositions, yet here in Kingdom, constants are alive and well. The Frontline holds despite breaks in the ranks and endless challenges, an authoritarian faction vies for the big belt and the power and influence that come along with it, and Jeffrey still wants me dead.”

He lets a wry chuckle out into the air, his cold breath mingling with a small cloud of smoke.

“Oh where are my manners? So many of these new faces haven't a clue who I am and many others have chosen to forget. I suppose it's back to jobber status in the eyes of all of you, isn't it? Well, allow me to reintroduce myself. My name is Jacob Knight. Former OWA Outlaw Champion, former Ash of the Wake, and seemingly still the ‘Last Revolutionary’ of this industry. And for some people, that makes me a target. I helped bring this place to its knees; but I'm sure Sabretooth could fill you in on all of the details. Isn't that right, Chris? Long time, no see nor call nor - well, anything. I heard you had gone and found God or something and have abandoned our cause - oh, who am I kidding? You never cared for the cause in the first place! You knew it as much as I did! But I bought it because I was looking to change this place. I believed that we could change this company for the better and I let that hope blind me to what was going on; that I was nothing more than a body for you to throw to the Wolves in defense of your precious title! It's not a mystery to me now. I'm not that fool anymore, despite what you and your ‘new buddies’ think.”

He leans back in the chair as the flames continue to spread to the four corners of the banner.

“Honestly, I think that's what kills me the most, Chris. You fell in line with your former enemies- no, OUR former enemies. And they may have forgiven you for your sins, Hell, maybe God has too, but I have not. You, like everyone else here, have forgotten what a true revolutionary looks like. But have no fear, Comrade, you'll soon remember when we see each other again. Even if it means standing shoulder-to-shoulder with an Alex-Jones-esque reactionary, a woman-abusing capitalist pig, and his lackey. But your team? Yours is as laughable as mine. You, a C-tier goon from Shin-SEKAI, a stoner who I'm certain could not care less about being here, and Jeffrey fucking X.”

“Speaking of which, you had quite a bit to say about me Jeff. I have to ask, how is that skull healing? Have you fully recovered? Why else would you be so bitter with me after over a year? I mean, look at you! What do you have to be bitter about? You survived TWO wars here in this company, you're alive and well, you're a tag team champion, even Kenny Drake is alive and kicking! I've been gone for so long and suddenly I'm back and you're in a fucking fit. Why is that? I'm not coming back expecting forgiveness, I'm not a fool. I know I've done terrible things to so many people here, so have you! And it's guaranteed that the list of terrible shit will continue come Sunday. I know there are debts I owe with my blood here in Kingdom, and yet I came back.”

“You know what, I'm going to level with you, Jeff. You really want to know why I came back? Because everyone seems to think that I’m just here to make a quick buck and then disappear. In all honesty, after that injury I wasn't sure if I was going to come back. I had the time to think, to doubt, to regret ALL the things I had done since I joined this company. I sat and thought about the people I turned my back on, the people I hurt, the road to Hell paved with good intentions that I went down in the name of a new world- a better world - here. And after all this time, I thought "Maybe Kingdom IS better off without the bastard that is Jacob Knight. Maybe it's better off in the hands of Jeff and the Frontline." And you know what? I convinced myself that that was the truth! Because Kingdom is your brand, right? You've died and come back from the depths of Hell for Kingdom, right? You would never let anything bad happen to your brand right?! But look what bullshit you've allowed to transpire here, Jeff! Look at the sheer fucking state of things: you've let Arata run wild with a band of ethno-nationalists, more capitalist pigs like DT have gained influence and have defiled the industry that you and I both love, you've let a right-wing nutjob like Ali spew racist and conspiratorial filth without consequence... What kind of a leader are you to this brand when you let this shit happen? Aren't you supposed to set an example?”

“It seems that isn’t the case. Now you, along with the rest of the "heroes" that this company put on a pedestal and shower with adoration, have failed to make things right, or simply refuse to. And that is why I came back; because I couldn't trust any of you to do what is necessary to make Kingdom what it should be. Hate me all you want, call me bitch-made, call me a broke loser who had nowhere else to go, get all your fucking pals laughing up a storm, in the end you just resent me because I have the nerve to step up and do your fucking job!”

At this point, the fire has spread to the walls and the roof of the building as Jacob rises from the chair and walks toward the camera, staring into it as if looking into the eyes of an enemy.

“I’m here to be the medicine to the sickness you’ve allowed to spread! Ultimately, I’m on your side! But if you want to let your hatred for me blind you to that, fuck it! Fight me! Paint my face with my own blood! Fucking kill me if you have to! Because come Sunday, and all the days after, I’m not running! The revolution is here to stay in OWA!”

He turns toward the burning flag as smoke begins to fill the space and goes to leave but stops after a few steps. He looks over his right shoulder as he rests the bat on his left.

“And you’ve got yourselves to thank for it.”

Without another word, Jacob departs through the smoke and flames as we cut to black.

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

Re: OWA Promos March 12th 2022, 5:08 am by **Raivo**

It becomes a sort of irony that the person I had watching my back becomes the one that causes my elimination soon after. People would expect there to be a fracture in that relationship, but holding a grudge against a simple mistake, well that’s a white man privilege because knowing DT and what he is capable of, I know that he didn’t mean it. Though I will say that I do not want to be on the other side of another spear by that mother fucker, I think he sprained a kidney or something haha. But in all reality, if you were to look at the Clash and look at how DT and I dominated you would see that this well-oiled machine is something that can keep this place on their toes. You saw two specimens at work, throwing people around as if they were rag dolls, knocking them down as if they were idols fitted in the sand. It was the new state of affairs overtaking the old state and it was something that everyone needed to see so that they are able to realize that what we are is a constant that will keep evolving. And the people here, they’re afraid of that. They’re afraid of the movement me and DT have over this place, this movement that will give people the deserved spotlight that they don’t yet understand they need. It will be something we can showcase for as long as we are partners in this endeavor. Now don’t get it twisted when I say that, we are both equal in this, and DT is able to pursue any venture he wants as long as he backs me up and he asks the same of me. And soon people are going to notice that bond and are going to want a little piece of it as well. The Clash was a good showcasing of it. And with that showcasing those in the back also saw what true talent is capable of. Like I’ll give props where it’s due because it needs to be said by anyone and everyone in the back. DT came in at 8 and stayed in till the top 10. That’s an achievement not many can say, especially for their first go-round. And the audacity that the people had to keep this man in the dark and keep him in a position that he is better than. It’s insane, asinine, and goes to show that no one in the back is able to think through the process of who they’re going to be making the number one in their organization. Look at me, they took a chance on me not because it was a good ole Cinderella story where the underdog could come and compete and win a title, but because they thought I wouldn’t have made it past the obstacle they put in my way. The odds were stacked not in my favor but so they could have someone to laugh at and to make fun of in the long run. But now look at me, the Spartan Champion, with an unstoppable force like DT at my side, we have so much more to bring the OWA before we even think of stopping.

If we were to stop that would just be idiotic on our side. We know the glory and we will receive glory, one way or the other. It’s not a matter of if we can achieve cause we already know we can. We know we are able to take what we have and make it better, something that should have been pristine and prestigious from the very fucking beginning. It’s finally time we’ve been given this spotlight in this place because our talent is very underappreciated. I know it's something to say as a titleholder, but I know you know it. You can see it, you are able to look at us and know that we are not utilized in the same way others can be utilized. We have the talent, we have the teamwork, we have the ability and potential to take this organization back to the level of ingenuity and the prosperity it used to have. When I came here it was just a shell of its former self and I had a goal. I had a goal that I would take all comers and make my name as quickly as I could. Here I am a couple of months into my stay and I’ve made my mark as a champion and have made my mark in the Clash. My compatriot has been here a bit longer than I have and his immense talent has been an oversight and slighted by those in the back because they refuse to acknowledge him. DT knows what it’s like to be an oversight, I know what it’s like to be thought of as nothing, and we both are tired of it all. And even in this match, there’s nothing to tell me that these people are ready NOR willing to really listen to us. Because guess what we’re slated for the penultimate event. We’ve been relegated to the part of the show that starts to ramp up the end. You would think with talent like me, DT, and even Jeff and Sabertooth, that would bump us up. But now we have to be relegated to a self-important cracker who has to make such a “hard” decision about who he is going to face. If I were you, Bishop, I’d just ask to face them all, might as well since all you’re doing is just going to choose the easier Champion to take the title from. But you don’t want to discuss that today, Nah that’ll be for a different time, because I have to talk about my opponents in this match, hell even my partners who I have a problem with.

First of all, you’re going to put me and DT on a team with Ali Gory and Jacob Knight. Who the fuck is Jacob Knight and why should I give a shit about him. He seems like a washed cracker who decided to come back because the checks weren’t hitting as hard anymore and that he needed to come back so he could reclaim his spot, wherever that was. And OWA is letting him, tragic. And Gory has had a problem with DT for the longest time making accusations against this innocent man. Accusations that have only been made against white people in power, so Gory must have a hidden agenda, a racist one if anything. This team is going to implode, but it better happen after we win.

Now the actual loser, Sabertooth, Jeff, Kyle, and shit what’s his name, fuck that’s right Jodan. Now Jeff and Chris I could go on and on about, and I have in the past. But I have some respect for them, just a bit. But I can’t just not say anything about what Chris did. Like Havoc? Again? C’mon, if you need to put black paint on yourself to feel as if you’re superhuman then go ahead Chris, just call it what it is, which is black face and not an alter ego. It’s insane that Chris has to call upon his “persona” just to cling to the dying embers of his relevance. It’s kind of interesting the dynamic between you and Jeff and the stark differences between other duos. I mean look at me and DT, equal in every way, and different in ways that we are able to make up for the other. Jeff has a talent that lets him stand out, Chris has to put on face paint or let a demon take over or let his persona he had since a child where he was deeply traumatized by an event take over, I really don’t know your whole deal, and don’t care to actually remember or find out or even prescribe to this supernatural bullshit. Even then his little persona has just forgotten about him as he now has a new person to take hold of in Hana, which I’m not also sure how that works, just more of another bullshit that keeps filling the airwaves here. But hey I guess someone has to get their fantasies in these storylines somehow. Anyway going on to Jeff even though I said I wouldn’t say anything about him. Jeff, it must suck being the babysitter of someone who is so low on the rung of the ladder here that you had to give up your aspiration to be a champ in an already thinned-out division. I mean you used to be something, and now you’re what just another dude let another dude ride the coattails of his own goals. I mean it’s sort of sad and lonely for you to have to relegate yourself to this position. I have nothing else to say to you other than to chop the dead meat before it starts to fester and infect whatever you have going on.

Now on to Jodan. You, my friend, have an air of nepotism even though you’re not related to anyone. And that’s impressive for someone with no relations to anyone that I can deem relevant in this company. All I know for a fact is that you’re just a dude who follows the spirit of a once-dead dude and is now making his rounds in this bitch of a world going around being this sort of exorcist or whatever. I mean you helped rid of Abholos which I guess is a big deal but nonetheless just sounds like some Saturday morning cartoon bullshit. And if that’s all you have to bring to this then I don’t know maybe this little rag-tag group of people is going to be able to do what they need to do to take you out. But ideally, maybe you’ll just stay out of the way and let your partners do the work that you know you can’t possibly do on your own. It’s just embarrassing to think that you’re going to do any sort of work in this match let alone as long as I’m in this business. And Kyle, Fucking Kyle. I actually have no qualms with him I think the man is cool. After the match we can have a smoke session and if anything I don’t want to be in the ring with him because I don’t want to have to put a damper on the whole thing before that session. Anyway, Kyle, you’re good, glad you’re back, smoke one up for me before the match and save me something for afterward.

These people are who I have to contend with and I wonder what even is the point at this time. It feels as if we’re going to get the same round of nonsense. Hell for some reason I feel as if I’m getting set up for some prank show for this to even feel legitimate to me. What is happening in the offices that people thought this would be something to satiate me or DT. WE deserve better, WE deserve the spotlight far more than any of these other people in the ring, WE deserve our time in the sun but this isn’t getting us that. If you look at the other team you have a duo who babysits the hell out of each other and can’t do shit anymore, a wannabe anime protagonist, and a dude who I can’t say anything bad about. While on this side you have the best duo to ever step in the ring, a Joe Rogan podcast guest, and someone random white dude they plucked off the street. You are doing me and DT a disservice if this is the amount of talent you can bring to the table. I have fought lesser people and come out on top and I’ll do it again, but it won’t be pretty for anyone. Next Sunday, DT and I, we’ll make that known soon.

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, Michael Bishop, Jeff X, Alyssa Grace and DT The Ruler have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Walkabout (Character Development) March 12th 2022, 12:57 am by **Daisy Thrash**

“You! You lied to me!”

Two small, scar-ridden hands grip the stuffed dog, fingernails pressing deep into the fabric.

“You said things were gonna be different! You told me I was gonna get everything I wanted! Oh, just have fun and don’t worry about it! You’ll win the big one for sure! Sure, I eliminated a couple of people. Then Banshee tosses me out like yesterday’s garbage! You know what? Speaking of garbage…”

The woman makes a turn down an alleyway, reaching a dumpster. Tears stain her reddened cheeks.

“I TRUSTED YOU! I thought you were my friend! Turns out, you’re just another traitor. And now you’re gonna get what a traitor deserves!”

Daisy opens the dumpster’s lid and then pauses, silently contemplating something. She then shuts the dumpster lid with an audible “clack.”

“No way, I’m not letting you get off that easy. It’s not enough to just discard you. I have to DESTROY YOU!”

Daisy stomps her way to the street, where an industrial wood chipper is parked. Without hesitating, she tosses Cupcake down the chute. The machine grinds while the stuffed animal is torn apart. After some time, the last remnants of Cupcake pop out of the chipper. Only tiny bits of cream-colored fur and clouds of white stuffing.

~~~

Darkness.

Daisy stumbles her way through the passage, clad in a hospital-issued pale green gown and gray socks.

“Hello? Anyone there? Can anyone help me? Hello?”

No answer. Daisy begins to move even slower, bracing a hand on the wall to keep herself upright. Before her strength gives out completely, she spots something above her head. An almost transparent, silvery line of…air? Ether? Whatever it was, it was leaving a path. A direction! With her second wind she is able to push herself along the pathway. After who knows how long, she finally spots a silhouette in the distance. She keeps advancing until the silhouette becomes clear. The mysterious being turns out to be herself, albeit looking much different than she does now. This Daisy has her natural blonde hair and is clad in black combat boots, denim shorts, and a black leather jacket covered in buttons.

“I don’t…”

“Oh, you don’t? More like I don’t understand how you got to this point! What happened to you?”

“I got hurt…”

“Yeah, yeah, you got hurt. Everybody gets hurt in our line of work. But you didn’t stay down, did you? You used our anger, our righteous fury, to bring yourself back from the brink of death. But then what? You made the worst mistake you ever could. You let that anger unleash on anyone and everyone with no control. No focus. And you wonder why you turned into such a loser.”

“I’m not a loser!”

“That tired old refrain again. I don’t think you really believe that. You are a loser. But I’m not. I’m the one that brought us to the dance. I’m the one who contended for multiple championships. Who won a championship. You? You went kookoo and thought a stuffed animal was talking to you. The kiddie shit, really? Unbelievable.”

The leather-clad Daisy shoves the weaker one to the ground.

“You wanna lay down and die? Fine. Makes no difference to me. But if even a smidgen of a badass bitch is still in there, you better get up and take back what’s yours. Anyway, I’ll be on my way. See ya.”

“Wait, come back! Please!”

The leather-clad Daisy turns on her heel and strides away. Daisy on the ground lets a few breaths in and out. She slowly pushes herself off the ground and begins to shuffle towards the other Daisy.

“You’ll have to be quicker than that!”

The woman in the hospital gown’s eyes steel. Her steps become faster until she is able to lightly jog. She reaches out for the leather-covered shoulder, turning the other woman around. She then punches the other woman straight in the nose. She lets out an almost primal-sounding scream and tackles the woman to the ground. A struggle ensues. Punches, kicks, hair-pulling, bites. One Daisy stands up after the fight, glancing at her hands and grinning. She pulls her button-covered jacket tighter across her body and marches on to her future.

“I’m back, baby.”

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

Re: OWA Promos March 9th 2022, 7:24 pm by **Jeff X**

Still Here

Askin, North Carolina

March 9, 2022

Jeff X tugs on one end of the stick while his Rottweiler tries to pull back on the other. Despite the dog’s best efforts, Jeff manages to snatch the stick away. He smiles as the dog crouches low, anticipating the toss. Jeff heaves the stick as far as he can (an impressive distance actually) and the dog wastes no time sprinting after it. While Jeff waits for his beloved pet to return, he takes a drink from the bottle of Bud Light he was holding in his other hand and gazes out across the landscape. The sun is beginning to set on his homey little piece of property and it actually looks quite gorgeous for what it is. It’s not the multimillion dollar mansion most would expect someone of his position and wealth to be located, but the quiet land surrounded by woods, the beat up old pickup truck, and the small house off in the distance seem to fit the former two time OWA World Champion perfectly. Jeff looks out at it all with what almost appears to be a sense of pride, but his appreciation for what he has is cut off by the dog nudging at his leg, practically begging to keep playing. Not to let her down, Jeff reaches down and, after a moment, is once again able to pry the stick from her mouth and hurls it across the field again. As the dog takes off in hot pursuit, Jeff, while not making any eye contact, begins to speak to the camera in that familiar southern dialect of his.

“To say that I was disappointed with my own performance in the Clash of the Titans would be an understatement. I’ve competed in four of these things now, more than anyone else in the history of this company, even managing to win once, but that was, by far, the shortest stint I’ve had in one yet. That’s my fault. I take full responsibility for taking my eye off the ball and getting caught off guard by my own friends. I own that, because unlike many others that occupy this roster, I’ve never been one to shy away from my own failures and mistakes. God knows that I’ve made plenty of them and the Clash just so happened to be the latest of the bunch. And I don’t blame Theo. Fair fucks to him. He saw his opening and he fucking took it. And hell, the event wasn’t a total loss. At the very least, I got to see Mike get his long overdue moment by getting his own Clash victory. Congratulations to him and I look forward to him finally claiming the top prize in our sport at Final Destination. But as nice as that is, and as happy as I am for him, I still can’t shake the feeling of disappointment and regret for my own showing. Even though, being realistic, I never needed that win. I’ve already been there. I’ve won the Clash. I’ve headlined Final Destination two years running. I’ve been the OWA World Champion. Twice. My legacy is secure. And Chris and I’s stranglehold on the Tag Team Championships all but guarantees me a spot on the card for Final Destination anyway. But still…I’m a competitor. I take great pride in what I do and the things that I’ve accomplished. After having it all ripped away from me once before, I know all too well the value of what it is that I get to do and how lucky I am to be able to do it. So yes, while I’m happy for Mike, it’s frustrating to watch as it feels like the World title scene is slowly passing me by. People like Azumi, Theo, Jason, Bishop, and JD have all elevated their game and are beginning to step into the scene, so desperate to reach it that they all spent the last month running my name into the fucking dirt despite all the battles we’ve fought together. Good for them I suppose, but it has gotten to the point where I feel like the only friend I have left is ironically the same guy that spent the better part of the last two years trying to fucking kill me.”

The dog returns again and Jeff reaches down, ripping the stick from her jaws.

“But that’s alright. Let them all take their places in the spotlight. Hell, they’ve earned it. But at the same time, they…and everyone else for that matter, should realize one thing…”

Jeff heaves the stick a third time as the dog goes sprinting after it.

“I’m not fucking dead yet.”

Jeff takes another sip from his brew before pulling out a pack of Marlboro Reds, lighting one up as he waits on his dog to return.

“No…quite the contrary. Despite the best efforts of many on this brand, including my own tag team partner, I am very much still alive. And I am very much still the same man who built this brand into what it is today, brick by brick, with my own blood, sweat, and tears. And yes, I may find myself taking a rare reprieve from the Final Destination main event, but don’t fucking make the mistake of thinking that I’m not the same motherfucker who’s headlined that show two years running. I may be relegated to the tag team division for a little while, but that has more to do with the fact that there aren’t two people walking this Earth that are good enough to pry these championships from Chris and me than it does with any kind of step being lost on my part. And while the Clash may have gone a little awry, we all know that match is a fucking crapshoot anyway. One false move and you're gone, just like that. And while some may currently be riding high off a perceived good performance, the bitter reality that we’re getting back to business as usual is about to slap them hard in the face now that the Clash is in the rearview mirror. Cause I don’t give a shit how long you lasted, how many eliminations you had…unless you’re name is Michael fucking Bishop none of that means anything now. Anybody can throw anybody over the top rope…but on Kingdom? In a Hardcore War? Trust me boys…it’s going to take a whole hell of a lot more than that to get rid of me.”

Returning to Jeff, the dog, now visibly tired, plops down at his feet and just starts chewing on the stick. Jeff smiles and bends down, scratching her behind the ear for a moment as he takes another drag from his cigarette.

“Yeah…apparently next Sunday, I’m supposedly entering into yet another war on Kingdom against three men who don’t even know the meaning of the word and one who fled as far as he could from the scene after experiencing it for the first time. Talking about you Jacob Knight. Nice of you to show up again after all this time. What happened to you? I have a guess. Tell me if I’m right. You watched Kenny Drake die with your own eyes during the Great War and your soft-as-fuck ass took the first opportunity you could to turn tail and run after that, because just a few short months later you were gone, afraid that you were going to suffer the same fate. Fucking pussy. And don’t feed me that whole injury bullshit. While you were at home hiding from the fallout of that night, Chris and I literally fucking DIED. We were sent to fucking hell and STILL managed to return before you, you bitch-made little shit. I honestly can’t believe Chris nor I ever tried to recruit you in the first place. So tell me…what are you doing back now? Funds finally dry up and you realized that you’re not smart enough to do anything else so here you come crawling back, hoping that things are safer for you now? That nobody will remember all that shit with the Ashes of the Wake? Hell, Chris is back in everyone’s good graces, so you certainly should be too, right? Wrong. I haven’t forgotten about that baseball shot to my skull, Jacob. I’ve been meaning to pay you back for that one for nearly two years and now I finally have my chance. And this time there’s no Havoc to protect you. In fact…this time, he’s on MY side. So I suggest that you go ahead and crawl back into your hole. That you go back into hiding and stay as far away from Kingdom as you possibly can…because if you step into that ring with me on Sunday night, I’m going to take over a year’s worth of overdue frustration out on you that’s going to make that baseball bat swing seem like a fucking love tap.”

Jeff takes another sip from his bottle, chasing it with a drag from his smoke.

“And unlike your previous stint on Kingdom, Jacob, there’s no talented group of individuals for you to leech off this time. Just a few rookies clearly in over their heads that have absolutely no idea what the fuck they got themselves into when they signed on the dotted line to join this brand. Hell, two of them can’t seem to get out of their own way. They’ve foolishly let themselves believe that their time on Kingdom can’t be spent bickering about dumb shit like Epstein accusations. That’s not how things work here boys. We go to fucking WAR on Kingdom. We fight, we bleed, we DIE. I’ve seen things in my time here that I can’t explain. Things that would make you quiver in fucking fear. Devils, demons, gods, and everything in between. So Ali, you’re right to always assume that the sky is falling. Because as long as you’re on MY brand…for you…it is. But not because of any conspiracy. There’s no bigger picture and nothing happening behind the scenes. The only thing out to get you…is me. That is…if your own partner doesn’t take care of you first. Donovan, isn’t it? Or DT? Whatever the fuck he wants to call himself. He seems mighty impressed with himself, walking around with his fucking chest puffed out. And for what? Because he made it to the final eight? Who gives a shit. You still fucking lost. Or maybe it’s because he can pay Diantha to beat the shit out of some poor defenseless girl nobody’s ever heard of. Is that supposed to impress me? I think that you’ll find the likes of Sabertooth and myself much more difficult to take down than she was, Donny. And you’ll have to actually do it yourself considering Diantha is nowhere to be found. And when you try…and inevitably fail…when the blood is leaking from your skull and you find yourself in way over your head as you’re getting your brains bashed in by some of the greatest men to ever step foot in that ring…you’re going to find yourself BEGGING for the same escape that your old pal Epstein got.”

Jeff takes one more puff from the cigarette before flicking it out.

“At least one member of your team has generated some type of buzz though. Raivo. Just arrived and already the Spartan Champion. A prestigious accolade, no doubt. One that I earned several years back. But if you want me to be impressed? Then do what I did. Hit 239 days with that belt. Something NOBODY else has accomplished. You do that, then you can give me a call and we’ll talk. But until then…”

Jeff finishes up what remains of his beer. He looks deep into the camera now with those cold, blue eyes of his.

“You can lay down and die with the rest of them.”

Jeff turns and walks towards the house, calling out to his dog as he does so.

[Fade to Black]

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

Re: OWA Promos March 9th 2022, 2:09 pm by **DT The Ruler**

…Entry 9…

…Final 8 of 40…

Under normal circumstances, I’d be a little more positive, more optimistic, and more in-tune with my confidence to the point it blinds me. I entered Clash of the Titans with one goal and that was to destroy all of my competition. Myself and Mr. Raivo were executing a damn good plan, a near infallible strategy. Very few even had a chance of competing against the combination, and very few could contend with me alone…

…As I warned them beforehand.

However, being Top 1 did not come to be, all because of a comedian who entered the train-wreck much, much later than myself and a miscalculation before that unfortunately leading to Mr. Raivo exiting earlier than we prearranged. And as I sit here and wonder how many more Continues I can use in this game of frustration and anguish and Pocket Sand and random whores and explosions, I do wonder if a lot of these circumstances befalling Yours Truly are set to lead me to uncontrolled, animistic rage. Because truth be told: when I have to deal with paperwork due to missing funds, I’m upset. When the Fakers manage to beat a team that I actually enjoy watching in my free time, I’m upset. But when matches do not go as strategized, when shenanigans override my sheer dominance and skill, I’m beyond fucking upset. I’m very fucking upset. And I have been attempting to keep the swearing to a minimum to set an example for the other cavemen on the OWA roster, but that slip had to happen since people don’t get how angry I am.

But business first.

(The camera soon shows the back of a large, black chair, with DT The Ruler having his neck massaged by an unknown woman and only his right hand being visible as he holds a cane with a golden grip at the top; the camera focuses on his hand, which also had one large golden ring on the pointer finger, studded with black diamonds with a larger one sitting at the top)

I’m a very busy man with a filled schedule of objectives and destinations. I have to leave Brazil soon and return to the States for business, then to travel and train for my next match. So let me start by saying: if someone like you has to see me, that is not good news. If there’s one thing I do not like, amongst other things, it’s a person stealing from myself, my associates, and my business partners. I worked hard to get to where I am as a businessman, an entrepreneur, and independent employer. Where I am from, they say possession is 9/10 of the law. How true or false that is does not matter. The important thing is that people understand the importance of not touching things- and people- they do not own.

(The camera refocuses itself and shows the same woman that Diantha Rosso was attacking leading up to her Championship match at Clash of the Titans, even more beaten and battered than last shown in the training facility. The woman was tied up at the limbs, mouth covered by a napkin and tied at the back of her head, and her body heavily bruised and visible through her tattered dress)

Money is sometimes an undervalued commodity in modernized societies, mainly by those who have little, but no matter how replaceable it is, I don’t like losing money in avoidable fashion. Losing money is not the only reason I dislike thievery. I place a thief as low as yourself, who takes from someone of my stature, exactly in the same light as my opponents from The Clash match I recently was in. A lot of them thought it was perfectly in their right to disrespect me similarly to you, belittling my past accomplishments and goals, as well casting me off entirely as a threat. You- as a Level 1 Bandit- had the unmitigated gall to attempt to take money that wasn’t yours, and the reason you thought you and your spouse could do so was because you didn’t respect me as your SUPERIOR! You didn’t respect me as a man. You didn’t respect the men I conduct business with here in Brazil. And just like my opponents at the Clash, you learned over the last week or so that I am not a bitch!

(The woman was shivering on the ground in the dimly lit room, and the camera refocused on DT’s hand, picking up a rolled-up newspaper)

I know when it comes to partnerships, women in dire straits are terrible sports. About a month ago, one piece of filth from the states named Cynthia Perkins proved that to be true when facing jail time for her and her husband’s deviant sex acts against children. *DT The Ruler stood up from his chair and began walking towards the woman; he then removed the napkin from her mouth, allowing her to breath a bit better in the darkness* So, are you ready to tell us where your man is hiding?

(The woman nodded in fear for her life, and DT responded initially with a sinister grin)

Good dog. I appreciate you admitting you’re just like the rest. *DT The Ruler evilly laughed with his lips closed, lightly patting the woman’s head with the newspaper* Too bad you couldn’t do the right thing the first time; you’d suffer a lot less. Maybe you could’ve even been a partner of one of my partners instead of…what you are now. *DT The Ruler then walked away from the defeated woman, and a member of his private security lifted her dangling body up from the floor* Because when it comes to business, I value partnerships that benefit my ambitions and finances. However, for the next edition of Kingdom, however: I don’t know what the Hell was created.

You see, woman, I am here because you primarily disrespected my business partners. I typically treat my business partners well, as good partnerships keep the modern economy moving. However, I am being forced into a partnership I don’t desire. From one multi-man mish-mash to the next, Your Master and Ruler is placed in a Tag-Team scenario against four seemingly randomly placed degenerates, and I’m very fucking upset. Not just because of them, but because of my side. Mr. Raivo I can try again and do business with after that screw-up at the Clash, but the other two, some Jacob Knight character and… him.

I don’t even know anymore.

*DT The Ruler laughed a little in frustration and shook his head, then sat back in the chair* Honestly, I don’t know what to hate more: my opposition or the team situation. In situations like what is mapped out for Kingdom, I can usually cooperate from a business standpoint, but I’m not fully onboard this time. However, one thing I like… is winning. I prefer to win. Anyone in competitive settings understand the importance of winning. Scottie Pippin hates that he doesn’t get enough credit for his part in the Chicago Bulls’ two three-peats, even decrying his portrayal in The Last Dance, all of which I don’t blame him for. but during his time on the Bulls and some time after, he LOVED being essential to a winning formula. He had all kinds of praise for Michael Jordan and company when it was convenient. So, in some cases, the end goal supersedes the initial scenario. For Kingdom in my case, the only thing I can promise is that I’ll go in there and do enough to win. Because winning is the main thing I care about. But in terms of Jolly Cooperation with everyone and going for drinks after I win? Ehh, we’d be stretching the idea past the breaking point.

As for my opponents…

I have a list of cliches I can run through about this match. I can tell you how much they’re not going to win, but I will hold back…for now. Why? Because after how things went in the Clash when I stepped in, none of them can act and pose like I can’t take them out. Though Professional Wrestlers on average swing between being meat-headed and hard-headed, I’m sure my coming opponents, Mr. Jeff X, Kyle, Sabertooth, and …”Jojo”…yeah, umm, they understand by now that I’m not entering any match with a walker after having my food mashed and fed to me by some 23-year-old RN. The hope is that they know better before entering the ring at the next edition of Kingdom, though it won’t matter.

One thing to note, however….

Before Night Two of Clash of the Titans, one Mr. Christopher Sabertooth decided to try and go the Jay-Z route and only give me half a bar. Yet In that Clash, in that very match we both were in, I made more impact than him. I was more of a threat to EVERYONE than him, to the point that recurring pest Ali Gory- once again- had to try some Mist-level bullshit to put chinks in the armor, to the point other people had to collude together to oppose me and Mr. Raivo. Hell, even the commentators spoke about myself and one Mr. Jacob Senn crossing paths for the first time ever, as neither of us have ever been in the same ring at the same time for any reason.

While Mr. Sabertooth… blended in.

And blended in very well. The Mr. “Somebody” between us fit right in with every other depraved reprobate in that very ring. And we all know in this business, blending in is one of the worst things you can do. And while some may say “he lasted longer” because he was eliminated later, that comment only tells me that they didn’t watch carefully. And now, this match-up shows our level of “relevance” is closer than he assumed. I’m interested in seeing how much of a “somebody” he is compared to me after I get in ring and do just enough to put him and his teammates flat in the mat, as I never felt the need to add “becoming relevant” to my Grocery List of reasons I wrestle in OWA, nor should I have needed to. I’m pretty damn known at this point, and all of those other “relevant” people are in deep shit. For his team, though: cooperation is not guaranteed there, either, so let’s see how that side of the experiment goes. I’m still pretty heated after Clash of the Titans, and like I said: my work is not done until they all accept that I am their Master and Ruler.

As for you, woman, I am glad you decided to cooperate after some teeth pulling. *DT The Ruler stood up again and walked up to the beaten woman while her mouth was being covered again* But we found the man already. *he laughed lightly for a second, and she gasped in shock* Now that we successfully broke your spirit, you can join him as your fate has been sealed! I’ll make sure to not be the reason you two break up as a Tag Team. But your team failed to one-up me and my associates. Don’t feel bad, though: my coming opponents will fail just like you did.

(The camera fades to black as the woman is dragged away; DT The Ruler walks away in disgust)

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

Re: OWA Promos February 22nd 2022, 11:58 pm by **Sayla**

The rain came crashing down hard as she walked the sidewalk, down a random street in the heart of Seattle in the dead of night. Ruri didn’t mind the rain, the sound of it hitting the pavement was oddly comforting to her tonight. She stops and takes a look around at the closed storefronts, and wonders why the hell she decided to take this walk, but after a sigh and a shrug she continues walking deeper into the city. Ruri wouldn’t be here long, just long enough to check in with her half-brother and to find out if she was needed for VictoryPRO. After that though, she would be on the first plane she can catch to Brazil for Clash of the Titans.
As she comes to a stop at a street corner, she notices a cafe open late across from her. She crosses the street and walks to the restaurant, quickly making a beeline to the corner booth in the back of the restaurant, away from any other patrons. Once she sits down, Ruri lowers the hood of her jacket and takes her phone out. She opens her camera, but gets distracted by the waitress. However, after ordering, she hits record she begins to speak… or tries to. After a minute she stops the recording.

“Alright, let’s try that again… c’mon Ruri…”

            She hits the record button and begins to speak, but after a few moments she shakes her head.

“Fuck… no… Youre just repeating yourself… everyone knows you’re a second generation act, and you’re really not anything special… you’ve lost any edge and mystique you had earned from beating Yasmine and Yuna… when you let Rebecca beat you. If you even think that anyone will take you seriously after that, you’re wrong. Fucking moron…”

            She says, as she drills her knuckle into her temple.

“What would Hana say if she were here?” She asks herself, before letting out a snicker. “Probably tell you to stop overthinking, but like… that’s easy for her to say. She’s always been better at promos like this than you. Fuuuck me… oh thank you!”

Ruri says, getting interrupted by the waitress bringing her the Sprite she ordered. Downing the soda, she hits record one more time… only to let out a very attractive belch, ruining the whole promo. Laughing, Ruri takes another second to think, before letting out a sigh.

“Fuck it…”

---

“So here I am, ordering a pound of fries and a breakfast burrito at two in the morning… Which honestly wasn’t my plan tonight but fuck it.”

She says, before shaking her head with a soft smile.

“I couldn’t sleep… haven’t really been able to for a few weeks now… I’d like to say that loss on Odyssey is the reason, but I’ma be honest with you. It’s not. I get that I lost, and I accept that. Rebecca Filth got the better of me, and I can live with that. Hell, I’m become real close friends with losing, so much so that I often find myself crashing on their couch.”

Ruri smirks as she says this, but after a few seconds she decides to just come clean.

“I know I’ve been pretty… cocky since coming here, but can I be honest with you? I feel like I’m on the outside, looking in through a window every time I find myself in the locker room for Odyssey. I mean, with the exception of Hana, it feels to me like every other woman there are just waiting for the moment that they can stab me with the daggers they stare at me with. I don’t know maybe I’m just letting my mind goblins get the better of me.”

Ruri shrugs her shoulders.

“But I think that for me, The Clash is more than just a way to earn a one-way ticket to Final Destination, it’s my chance to prove that Ruri Kuzunoha is deserving of a spot in that locker room. Fuck, even if just doing well against the flood of other women that all want that championship match, means that I can be let in from beyond that window and belong?” She pauses. “Honestly, would be just as good as it would be winning the damned thing. Which I know I am capable of, I just… got to get my head screwed back on straight.”

She softly says, before shrugging her shoulders.

“But then again, do I even need to? In Rebecca Filth’s world, which apparently we’re supposedly living in, because she wants to make every single thing about herself just because she’s in the top whatever percentage on OnlyFans, all the thoughts that are racing through my head, causing me to miss workouts, ignore my family and friends, and not sleep for days isn’t valid. It’s just an angsty teenager’s attempt at being edgy; I don’t get to have any personal demons because I didn’t grow up in the specific Hell that Rebecca did. Isn’t that right, Rebecca?”

She brushes her hand through her hair, before continuing.

“Honestly, if I could get away with it, I wouldn’t even be talking about you Rebecca. Honestly, not for any other reason than because I know how much you hate being ignored. If you had it your way you’d be OWA’s the Cum-Filled Poochy. If Rebecca Filth isn’t around, everyone should be asking: Where’s Rebecca? But, I’ll give credit where credit is due. You’re the odds favorite to win The Clash, shit I got first-hand experience that proves that. You’ve beaten the best that this company has thrown at you, women like April Song, Liz, and myself. But the problem is you treat your opponents the same way men have treated you your whole life, like a used condom. When you’re done, you never want to think about or see them again. But the wrestling business isn’t the same as the sex business Rebecca, no matter how much you want it to be. Eventually you’ll wrestle one of us again, and you can bet the outcome won’t be the same. But… then again, every woman you’ve disrespected and beaten to earn the “odds on favorite” moniker are in this match, and unfortunately for you I don’t think The Clash is going to end for you as satisfying as the orgy video you released last week OnlyFans.

            Ruri gives the camera a small knowing wink.

But since I brought up Rebecca, I should talk about the rest of the women everyone seems to have decided are the favorites. So, Liz… I guess you’re next.” She pauses for a second. “You know Liz, I don’t know about you but how the first match we’d ever had with one another ended didn’t sit right with me. Yeah, sure I beat you, but it wasn’t exactly the outcome that either of us were expecting. Whatever beef you and Hana have with each other fucked us both over, and I want nothing more than to run it back and get another chance against you. But, that’ll come eventually, right? For now, let’s talk about what The Clash means. You pushed Cloud to her limits at Civil War, and now you want nothing more to get that rematch… so you can have one more chance at beating her, on your own this time. I fuck with that, really. But I’ve been waiting for a match with Cloud Matsuda since I joined the Corsairs in SSW years ago, but due to multiple different circumstances, I never got the chance to really step into the ring with her. The Clash is my chance to get that match, a match that would cement my spot here in OWA no matter if Cloud kicked my ass the same way she did yours. So, if that means that I gotta ruin your hopes for a rematch, then I mean… I’ll gladly play spoiler to you. I mean, won’t be the only person that I like that I’m gonna do that to… right Hana?

            Ruri pauses, and thinks for a moment. Her and Hana were close, but… she shakes her head and continues.

I wish we were in a perfect world Hana… I really do. In a perfect world, my father would be alive, still tearing it up in Japan… In a perfect world, you and Chris wouldn’t have to constantly have to worry about HAVOC, in a perfect fucking world, I wouldn’t have become such a fuck up with my career that it takes me six different takes to record this! But really though…” She chuckles. “All that’d make this a perfect world, would be you and me starting this match together, and ending it together. All of the parallels, divergences, and intersections our careers have done would be worth it, for us to meet at the end of The Clash… fighting for that main event match at Final Destination. But the odds of that are almost as non-existent as Rebecca Filth’s morals, aren’t they. There’s too much going on for that to even come true… but a girl can dream right?” She laughs, before sighing. “But what I do have a chance of doing is eliminating you from the match. Even though I’d be giving HAVOC more fuel for his gaslight, even though it’s something that I really don’t want to do, but if I see that chance you best believe I’m going to take it. “She shakes her head. “I don’t want that to happen, but you need to understand Hana, I need to do something… I need to figure out some way to find my place here in OWA.” She pauses once again. “And even if I pull a Ruri and fuck up, at least I’d have done something for people to remember me by… fuck… I should rerecord that…”

            She stops for a second and shakes her head, completely disgusted with herself.

“No, there’s no point. I’ve come this far… I know I’m nobody’s favorite. I ain’t a former winner like Jonetta. I’m not a scary monster on a path of destruction like The Banshee. Fuck, around here I ain’t even considered worth NAMI’s time… I’ve got no real dog in the fight between Aria and LLarona’s cliques, I don’t hve anything going for me at all here… Do I want to win this match, yes. Am I? Fuck if I know… I don’t care anymore. Recording this has made me realize that the only thing I really care about is acceptance… I’ve already proven to you all I’m an overconfident fuck up when Rebecca beat me… but at The Clash, the least I can do is prove to you all that I’m not some nobody… that being an outsider doesn’t mean that I don’t deserve to have a seat at the table. Yeah, I dread landing in Rio for this match, but I’m going to earn my place on the otherside of the window I’m looking into… I’m done.”

She shakes her head and stops recording for the last time.

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

Re: OWA Promos February 22nd 2022, 11:58 pm by **"Killer Bee"**

So, now the grass is starting to rustle a little bit. We got a little bit of everything crawling out of the woodwork now. Time traveling bitches, Gutter whores, Trophy holders, Dulce Torres, some new blonde girl. I was expecting a few more targets to show themselves, but hey, we all get ready for things like the Clash of the Titans differently, yes? I’m not going to bother speaking to the countless individuals who have nothing to say to me or have been polite. This right here is for the people who speak on my name but seem to forget exactly who they are addressing.

Rin. You’re not at the top of my shit list just yet. That number one spot is mainly reserved by a certain World Champion wearing bikinis and drinking mai tais acting like wrestling Diantha Rosso is going to be a walk in the park for her. I don’t even think you’re arrogant and definitely not stupid. You’re a shrewd little brat. But I know what you’re plotting. I know you’re trying to set me up as someone who doesn’t care about Hana. What you need to understand and what I hope Hana already understands is that this is the CLASH OF THE TITANS. It’s not sitting around the old oak tree, singing Kumbaya and passing out cupcakes. It’s not a fucking Festival of Friendship. It’s about survival! It’s about getting the victory in one of the signature matches in this company. It’s about paving the way potentially to immortality.

And do I get mad easily?

MAYBE JUST A LITTLE BIT!

Don’t worry, I’m just warming up a little bit. I’m not all the way wound up just yet. I don’t know how to cope with people skipping me in line? Truth be told, I’ve gotten a little TOO comfortable. There have been chances, plenty of them, for me to take the title that I want for myself. Maybe I’ve been a little too nice to some of you little shits, a little too respectful. Maybe I need to reach into the closet, put on the all black and bring back THAT April Song for a little while. I know what you’re trying to do, Rin. And I know that in your “future” whatever you’re doing probably works. But not this time, not with me. Desperate? Never. Worried about you? Not a chance? But if you want to stick that pretty face in the way of my fist, NO, THIS WILL NOT BE A PROBLEM FOR ME! I will be more than happy to clock you.

Lizzy, I’m not mad at you. You’ve got the fire in you that you should have for a match like this and honestly I’m very happy that someone besides me has a little intensity and a sense of urgency to win this thing. You took what I said personally, even though I politely asked you not to take it personally. I know that you’re young, that you’re athletic, and that you gave Stephanie Matsuda one of the best matches of her career. What you need to understand is that you’re picking a fight with someone who has beaten Matsuda in singles situations not once, but TWICE. So you can say “I almost beat Stephanie Matsuda one time!” all you want but that doesn’t give me anything worth pissing on let alone caring about. And yeah, Filth beat me. She didn’t just turn into She Hulk and overpower me though. She escaped my hold, which I probably doubt you would because Matsuda of all people managed to choke you out. And you want to talk about training? I came out of the crib learning jiu jitsu because of my mother. I was tapping out boys twice my size in middle school while most of you girls were sucking your momma’s tit for milk at Target. YOU ARE TALKING TO ONE OF THE FEW WOMEN WHO WAS EVER CERTIFIED IN CATCH WRESTLING! A Combat Instructor for the United States Armed Forces. TRAINED FOR THIS BUISNESS BY A FUCKING FOURTEEN TIME WORLD CHAMPION!

Told you guys I was going to get wound up, didn’t I?

Don’t ever think that I’m not built for this because I am. I appreciate the energy, I appreciate the confidence but like I said, you need to understand that this match puts a stress on you that even youtly energy will quickly get eroded. Just remember that if you see me, you are facing one of the most dangerous women to ever walk this earth. The top of the wrestling world isn’t a FairyTale for me, it’s something that’s now within reach. And you’re not going to take it from me, as good as I believe you to be. You’re still young, you’ll have more chances. Me? I’m not so sure. This may even be my very last Clash. If it is, I’m leaving the Clash behind like John Elway left the Super Bowl….a winner.

Just as diplomatic as ever, aren’t we Dulce? I always figured that if anyone would stay true to their guns, it would be you. I’m glad that you at least can survey the landscape around you and understand what’s going on. I’ve known you for a good while now and even though you’re an absolute pain in the ass to wrestle against, you’re a competitor at heart and a good person. And you know what? It makes me kinda sad the path that Diantha’s going down too. I know you’ve tried to talk some sense into her before but this time I think she’s a little too far gone. I’ve seen and heard about some of the people she’s doing business with now and….yeah. If Diantha’s not crippled or dead within the next couple of years I would be shocked. But it’s her choice. You’ve always chosen the light. It’s one of your most admirable qualities. Me? I go right down the middle. I’m in the light enough to see, but I can always go to that dark, dangerous place if I have to. You get what I mean? My past is something that I have some things I regret doing. Beating up innocent folks. Allowing a good wrestler and decent woman like Niki Khan to get fired. Saying things that I shouldn’t have to certain people. I regret them, sure, but I would never change them even if I could. Every last little flaw, every fuck-up. They make me human, yeah? And since you like talking about what makes our sport compelling, people being human is the most compelling. Heroes capable of submitting to their darkest natures…or villains capable of redeeming themselves and boldly reaching for the light after so much time in the darkness. Which one do you think appeals more to the people?

Felix. I have a question for you: Why exactly are you here? You seem to have this bit of entitlement to you that people who have been around the block a few times like myself don't take particularly well to having in our presence. I’m sure you were expecting the red carpet to be rolled out and for every whim of yours to be catered to but it doesn’t always work like that around here. You see, in OWA, you have to earn people giving a damn about you. Sometimes you have to bide your time and wait for opportunities and make the best of them when you can. You know, there’s this kid that’s going to be in the Men’s Clash: Taniguchi Sena. He’s young, green as goose shit, and a little naive, but he was patient. He signed his OWA contract over two months ago I think? This Clash will be his first official match! That is how he’s going to debut. He didn’t complain about it, he manned up and got himself ready to make the best of his shot. You should probably take heed of that example. This isn’t some exhibition, this is a chance to earn a life-changing, career-changing opportunity. This isn’t something to just cry about how you’re treated. Do you want respect? Here is your chance to get some. You want your red carpet? Win the right to main event the biggest show in professional wrestling and you’ll have more red carpet than you know what the hell to do with. Instead of being upset that you’re in a match like this, you need to be fixed on the prize. The eyes of all these other women will be on winning and I’m hoping that’s where yours are too. I do advise that you stay away from me. Why? Because I have this nasty habit, you know, of breaking newcomers. I mean there were some times in EAW and even when I got here that sometimes I would tap someone out and they’d never be heard from again. This match doesn’t have submission rules of course but that doesn’t mean I can’t lock one on and break something. You study tape, right? Then I know you’ve studied the Killer Bee.

Becky, for someone who has everything going for them you sure do sound pissed off all the time. EVERYONE OVERLOOKS ME! EVERYONE UNDERESTIMATES WHAT I'M CAPABLE OF! EVERYONE HATES ME! Look, I’m not that mad you beat me. You won a match. Congratulations. You were better than me. Funny enough that’s the only match I’ve had since I’ve come back so I haven’t really been able to rack up much of anything since my return. But, you seemed to misunderstand some of the things that I’ve said. Context matters, unless you’re a politician, so let me break this down so that you completely understand: I said winning a match against someone one time doesn’t matter. That doesn’t mean that the match itself doesn’t matter. That means that just because you beat someone once doesn’t mean you’re destined to do it over and over again. I’ve never seen someone who gets as high as much and gets laid as much as you absolutely take the piss out of everything. Be happy! Fuck. You’re going to probably make it to Final Destination with your title and have a big match. I don’t get why you’re so sullen. Oh, well. I wouldn’t mind punching you in the face because that’s fun.

Jonetta, what the fuck are you doing being around glowing termites? Why are you out in the ether like that, sweetheart? You and Becky sure did have a lot to say about me getting soft, as if being a decent sport sometimes and helping a friend who lost her brother for the longest time is soft. As if going to war for the Openweight Championship and nearly dethroning it’s Champion is soft. A lot of people seem to have mistaken a kindler, gentler April Song as an April Song that they can walk over. Ladies, that’s not the case. I will choke you out for fun. I used to take bets on how many people I could kill when I was on missions for the Air Force. Do you think that kind of callous cruelty goes away just because I’m trying to be nice in an occupation that I’m close to retiring from?

You bitches clearly have me mistaken for someone else.

I’m not going to stress myself by addressing all of you individually again. That’s boring. But there is one more person that I want to talk to before I go radio silent and get ready for a fight. Hana. There was a girl I went to Japan and saw wrestle once. She was so young but so gifted and I knew that she was going to make it. That was you. I know that you’re going through a lot, that you’re getting pulled in various directions by various people. But as you sit in your hotel room this week, as you put your gear on for the Clash I want you to think about two things I taught you as best as I could.

Number one. If you want something in this sport, you reach out and you take it. The road doesn’t rise to meet any man or woman.

Number two: No matter what path you go down, ask yourself when you retire years from now if you can go back and look at everything with a sense of pride.

Look, I’m older than you. I’ve got more experience in the world. I’m literally old enough to be your mother. Even though I care about the Clash…I care about you infinitely more. So, with that being said I’m going to ask you one question:

Is your obsession with power and being the best in the world worth losing your very soul over?

Is it?

We’ve talked enough in my view, ladies. We all know what lies ahead of us. It’s going to be a long, grueling struggle to claim the Clash victory and move on to Final Destination. There’s old challenges, new faces, old rivals and unknowns that we’ll all meet. I don’t know if I can hold up long enough to win this thing. But what I do know is that if you see me in the ring, or you’re in the ring and you hear that countdown and buzzer go off and you hear “Message to God” playing on the loudspeakers, I can promise you one thing:

April Song is ready to fucking fight.

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

Re: OWA Promos February 22nd 2022, 11:57 pm by **Revy**

"Revy"

(A letter, because everyone is doing it, and I didn't want to be left out.)

Dear Aria,

How you doing? I’ve been good. This is my third time writing to you. Haven’t heard back from you, but it’s cool, I know you are busy and I’m starting to think using owls to deliver mail doesn’t work as well as they do in the movies. But I still want to believe, damn it. I bet you’d be a Griffendor and I’d be a Hufflepuff. I hope you atleast got the avocados. I mean, can you believe the cartels would do such a thing? Llorona… am I right? Llorona would be a Slytheran.

Originally, I wanted this letter to be kind of like Stan, that song and music video from by M&M where his fan writes him, and he doesn’t ever get a response from his hero or some shit, so he drives like a maniac and gets himself and his lady killed. It’s not that part I’m trying to replicate though. I wanted to try to rap, but the only bars I know are pubs and taverns…. Because I drink a lot. Anyways, I miss you and I hope you are gucci.

Remember that time I threw a flashbang and you were like “Bwah..ah” … Those were good times. We should do that again. So I haven’t found my brother yet. Kind of weird that he came back only to disappear again. What’s even weirder is that Rebecca Brooke told me, because apparently they decided to call her to tell her about Moongoose, and then she had to tell me, and I was like, “huh, why is that?” Must had been a typo with the emergency contact. But none the less, I’m happy to hear he is atleast back.

Odyssey hasn’t been as cool without you there. It honestly upsetting how quickly people moved on when you were gone. I’m sorry I didn’t do so hot in the big tag match. Sometimes, I wonder, maybe I shouldn’t do tag teams… You know? I’ve been in like 5 tag teams and none of them worked out. You think there is something to that? Is there something wrong with the people I work with? Nah.. April is pretty perfect. It’s so wild that she ain’t married yet. Like, she’s a total babe and her onlyfans sell like hotcakes. But recently, April was like, “I’d like to be friends with Revy and eat cake too.” …. Am I cake? Or am I just reading into it to much? I mean, can you imagine? April and I? Who would be the power bottom? …. It would be me, but honestly pretending to be, because I think April gets a bit too sensitive when someone is on top of her. It’s nice that we can have girl talk like this.

I hope you are watching the Clash. I’m gonna win it, I tell you. Just you wait. Anyway, I should probably stop writing. I’m currently driving like a maniac in the middle of a storm. You know what they say, don’t ink and drive. Wuv you.

Sincerely,

Rebecca Lee “Revy” McQueen

(Lightning flashes and as we see Revy driving in the middle of the night, wicked storm, where Revy has a pen in one hand, writing a letter on the passenger seat, a bottle in the other hand, and her elbow and knees awkwardly on the steering wheel. Revy takes a swig from the bottle before tossing it in the backseat… clang… the bottom floors full of empty bottles. Revy rolls down her windows and with a single hand rolls up her letter and shoves it into a bottle. Driving 80 miles per hour, wind blowing and howling, and the rain pouring heavy, Revy sticks her head out.)

Revy: HOOOOOOOOOO…. HOOOOOOOOOO …. HOOOOOOO

(Surprisingly, it was not the cry to summon Rebecca Filth, as an Owl flies besides her. Revy places the bottle outside of her car window.)

Revy: Give this to Aria for me, please!

(The Owl nods it’s head and snatches the bottle out of Revy’s hands before flying away.)

Revy: Fly… you fools!

(Revy sticks her head back into the car window, soaking wet as she rolls her windows back up. She grabs another bottle and pops the cap off and take another drink, her car swerves… and misses the pot hole.)

Revy: Fuckin Llorona…. Because I had to get the avocados from the cartel in Mexico, now I gotta drive all the way down to Rio De Janeiro for the clash.

Ok, if I keep driving at this rate, I’ll make it in time for the Clash, and if I keep drinking, the buzz will make the drive seem like it’s going faster. BRILLIANT! Man…. I wish April was here… these long ass road trips alone, they suck… but fortunately, I got you here to keep me company, Mr. Rocko.

(Camera show a rock the size of a fist with a face drawn on it on the passenger seat.)

I haven’t seen you in almost 20 years. Where have you been? What were you up to? It’s crazy how you just suddenly popped up in my life again, and on the same day my brother woke up from his little coma too. I don’t know if it was lucky, I mean… sure, you and Goose are back, but we lost and Aria had to share a spot with Llorona for Odyssey. But still, how are you?

(Revy just smiles and keeps her eyes on Mr. Rocko instead of the road….)

Shit, for real? … Did you meet my friend Kenneth while you were there? You know… he’s kind of a opera nerd. He use to always be doing these singing exercises in the morning, and I shit you not, he does not have a gag reflex… I called him the throat goat, but for some reason, he didn’t like that. Still, it’s cool that you are back. My life has been ok too. When you were gone, I got a little bit more lonely, stray further into being a deliquent before being sent to military school, joined the army, killed like fitty men, and then discharged, and now I do this for a living. Yeah! I wrestle! Like Moongoose. You remember! He would be like “I’m gonna be a pro-wrestler and a world champion someday” and we were like, “pff, gaaaaaaaaay.”..... Oh, it’s still very gay, but when it comes to wrestling with other women, it’s pretty awesome. … So yeah, I’m in this match, um… it’s called the “Clash of the Titans” and I’ve been training real hard like even though there are only 29 other women in the match, but Jojo and I were like, we gonna train like it’s 39 other people in there, because you never know what fuckery might happen, like surprises or goblins.

(Revy looks directly at the camera).

There, ok! I got it now! It’s 29 other women!….Anyway so we have to throw people over the top rope, and the last one in the ring wins a world title shot at this big show, Final Destination. That’s like our Adult Video Award equalvalent celebration for the season, And in a way, yeah, I am hoping to win the multiple girls award and get that prize. But It’s gonna be tough. ….Whose in the match? Jesus where do I start?

April… have you met her? She is my best friend now. You gotta meet her. She is a great wrestler and she looks so good in leather tights. And you know, it’s like we fought before, and she has always been my number one supporter, and I’d love to see her win, but I got this big plan, and I just couldn’t squeeze April in it. But surely, she’ll understand. I mean, I’ve knocked her off tournament brackets before, surely she wouldn’t be mad if I tossed her out of the ring too. It’s every girl for herself, but April knows she will always have me.

And Dulce. My favorite latina… and I mean that. Even before and while we were in Demo Corp. She gets it. She knows how amazing Aria is! And Dulce, if Llorona tried to get rid of you too… I’d be going coo coo for you too. Like geez wiz. Between Savannah Sunshine, Layla Lockhart, and Mizuko, no one has ever said they didn’t regret tagging with me. Shit, I shouldn’t be crying and driving like this. But damn, it’s no wonder everyone loves Dulce. I still want that match with her, by the way. I feel like I’ve grown enough to give her a legit challenge now. Honestly, it’s a real damn shame we started off on bad terms and circumstances, and honestly, I do feel like I let you, Aria, and everyone else down on that team. But maybe that’s just why I gotta double down on it. So yes, I do miss Aria, and I do know she is expecting… I read the show…. 30 women! But you get it, right? It’s not too crazy for me to be suspicious of Llorona. Not in a racist way, because I would never be sus about you doing illegal things. But Llorona, got a rap sheet, a cartel, and a really thick Columbian like accent that I just can’t trust. But you, I feel like I can loan you my copy of Final Fantasy VII, PS1 copy, and you’ll bring it back to me in better condition. That is how much I trust and revere you, and you know what? Fuck them haters. You could win the Clash and get another world title run….. But not now, because it kind of conflicts with what I want, and I hope you understand. But as far as I’m concern, Dulce Torres is a cupcake and must be protected. And don’t worry about my mental health. I’m seeing someone for that…..

(Revy reaches into her dashboard and pulls out a mini-stethoscope and mini-medical degree that say “Dr. Dwayne “Rocko” Johnson and places them on Mr. Rocko)

Oh, and Fuck NAMI… NOT MY GODDESS CHAMPION!

Then there is Rin Asakura. Ugh, this bitch…you know she got daddy issues because only girls that dye their hair a bright color are just attention whores unless they are Aria Jaxon. But Rin, she takes the cake, because apparently, get this…. She is from …. “The future” and thus should know everything that is to come and all that jazz, but it’s not even that. Like I think she legit came back because her daddy wasn’t there. So she probably thinks, if I go back in time and help my dad out and accomplish all these things, he will acknowledge and love me and then in the future, when I am born, he will be there for me. But what Rin doesn’t understand that isn’t how time travel works, because no matter what she does now, her future doesn’t change, because in order for her to be here now, her future had to happen and thus right now, despite being in the past, this is her present, and simply a part of her future. Ergo, no matter what she does, her future doesn’t change, her dad was still a deadbeat to her, and only thing different is that some other timeline or version of her will have a dad, but it’s not like she would ever know about it, therefore, there is no point to her coming back to doing all this shit. Now fortunately for her, this works out for her too. Because what will happen is, I’m gonna beat Rin Asakura and win the clash, then her father is gonna be disappointed in her, and without thinking about it, she didn’t consider the possibility that by altering the pass and making her dad reconsider having a kid, he might put on a condom, and Rin Asakura would never be born. But again, fortunately, time travel doesn’t work the way she thinks it work, so even if this time period, Arata decides to pull out, Rin would still be here, a disappointment to her father always, and there would be more timelines where Rin doesn’t exists. And if that’s the case, well, then sign me the fuck up to beat the shit out of Rin, disappoint her father, and convince him to stick to anal, because the world would be a lot better place with one less Asakura that thinks they know it all. Arata couldn’t be a self-made man like he wanted to be, so here comes little Rin trying to do things on her own, but hey, maybe you really are your father’s daughter and see how far down the rabbit hole you go when it comes to giving up your dignity and integrity for power, only to get no respect, no acknowledge, and no love.

Then there is Hana Nakajima. April’s “best friend and tag team partner ever” Ugh… I hate her. You know this bitch pulled a knife on me? You are right, Mr. Rocko, 10 Year old Revy wouldn’t had allowed that and would had scalped her with a butter knife. But because she is April’s friend, and April want everyone to get along, i held back, but I gotta tell you, love the fact April is getting real sick and tired of her “possessed by booty demons” shit, and it just makes it easier for me to eventually get rid of her. I mean, I already started getting all the pictures of Hana and April and cutting her heads out of the pictures. I’m such a good friend to April. But yeah, Hana, never liked that bitch. Always a frickin tease, like, who the fuck uses their small cute asian women look to get what they want. Like Gross. Why you enabling that shit? I wish Rebecca Brookes finished her off, but sadly, Hana is one tough bitch. But I’ll get her. Soon. Very soon. I have been waiting for this moment ever since April said those words… those words, replaying them in my mind over and over…

(Revy’s eyes and nose twitches a little)

I’m gonna win the Clash and prove once and for all, I’m April’s numbah one best friend and tag team partner…. By any means necessary…..

And ugh, Then there is Rebecca F. Not to be mistaken with Rebecca B, who I like, because Rebecca B is nice, clean, and hates Hana too. Where Rebecca F. is like the total opposite in that she is mean, dirty, and hates Hana too. Because let’s face facts, everybody that isn’t a simp hates Hana. But Rebecca F thinks she is so smart because she figured something else no one has, because I… “gasp” revealed my true intentions… in front of a camera…. For everyone to see…. Almost as if…. I want people to notice me… because … of how well I market myself. Listen gurl, you got your audience base, I got mine. Your base are a bunch of sick fuckos. My base are a bunch of sick fuckos too… but they know damn good entertainment when they see it. Because of everyone in this roster, I managed to stand out, and I could do that and still take showers on a regular interval unlike you. So maybe the truth is, I am a genius….

(Revy grabs her bottle and drinks while still driving recklessly in the ring.)

Or maybe I’m just insane. But in the end, it’s still crazy how someone that has no championship title, the worse win to loss ratio in the locker room, and no big victories… still managed to be the center of attention for a year, because she just happened to be in Demo Corp… founder, by the way… and then in the world title picture for 6 months… without winning any big tournament or clash, because I just simply had every reason to face Jonetta of all people because of something she said that upset me. I guess …. I’m just lucky that I don’t have to work as hard as you do to get all that attention and spotlight, and you know what, it’s ok that Rebecca F is jelly of Rebecca M. Because maybe deep down, you know that if you really want to be famous, all I have to do is use this weird brain of mine to come up with some crazy bullshit that will win people over, and then you would be the talk of the show too, but yet I’m ignoring you… huh, I guess we’ll never know, now would we, because in the end… no one is taking me seriously, and maybe the biggest mistake of them all is everyone focusing too much on winning, instead of who might potentially be pulling the strings.

(Revy winks at the camera)

With that said, Liz Karlson, just because you don’t understand me, it doesn’t mean I’m weaker than you. If anything, I feel bad for you, because you seem like someone that will always be fighting for themselves and never fighting for someone else, because you will never have friends or people that will support you that you’d be willing to fight for. Lonewolf Liz is cool and all, but absolutely I would die on that hill to defend Aria Jaxon, and I’m sure you don’t care, but someday, you will realize, no one will be willing to die or defend you if you keep that shit up. So good luck in the clash. I hope your trip over the top rope and out of the ring doesn’t hurt too bad, because you won’t have anyone to carry you to the ring or waiting back there to tell you “there is always next time.”..... But there is always next time, Liz.

And Jonetta…… Fuck you talking about? Shin-SEKAI got the world title for Goose. We accomplished that shit. I know you are trying to forget and pretend any of my accomplishments never happened, like costing you the OWA Women’s Title, but it did happen, and even if they didn’t go further than that, Shin-SEKAI is still together and still friends, and that’s all I wanted for Demo Corp. That even if we went our separate ways, we could had still be friends. It really wasn’t too much to ask for, but you and Llorona made that impossible because you were both selfish, but I…. will not be selfish. Because as I said, it’s Banshee’s turn to have a go at you, and if you are asking me if I am satisfied with how our chaptered ended. While yes, I didn’t win the world title, and you did beat me multiples times, 10/10, because I believe I’ve emotionally scarred you and ruined your reputation because I pinned you and nobody will ever let you live that down. Imagine that, for someone that has won so much, the world title, the cup, and all people can talk about is that one pin… that single pin in the elimination chamber match, completely over riding and over shadowing everything else you have done. Would do it again, but again, it’s Banshee’s turn, so Banshee… she is all yours. If you are lucky, Jonetta, the beating Banshee is gonna give you might make people forget about that L you took from me. But you can only hope, right? Better keep your eyes on her, Jonetta,,,, but also me, because I might throw a flashbang at you… just for old time sakes.

Until then, I’ll see all 29 of you there.

(Rev shifts and gears and punches the gas before turning the radio all the way up as “Stan” by Eminem plays. Rain continues to pour and lighting flashes and thunder crackles… Revy and the car are out of sight )

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

Re: OWA Promos February 22nd 2022, 11:56 pm by **Remi Skyfire**

The rain was hurricane-like as Remi stepped out of the driver side of the black Land Rover she’d driven to St. Helena’s Cemetery, the place her mother had been buried a week ago. She hadn’t made the funeral, not that she’d really tried overmuch. She never really felt comfortable at them, which was supposedly the point. Instead she’d made a valiant, but losing effort against NAMI, challenging for her first OWA championship. As the cold wind and pelting rain hit her she hoped it wouldn’t be her last.

She shoved both hands in the deep pockets of her black peacoat, which she wore over a black blouse and black dress slacks that she wishes she’d reconsidered due to the weather. The black dress boots sunk slightly in the soft ground as she made her way toward a large gravestone marked “Matthews.” She’d came alone, though her sister and aunts had offered to come with her. She didn’t honestly know why she’d even came at all, her mother and she hadn’t had a good relationship at all since her father died. Mostly because that’s around the same time Santana showed up and introduced herself as Remi’s half sister.

Her mother immediately hated her because in her mother’s mind, Santana represented her husband’s infidelity. Remi, who had always wanted a sister, was ecstatic though and had embraced Santana as a younger sister immediately. Since then, they’d only spoken a few times, and most of them were her mother telling Remi that she needed to get over her “lesbian phase” and have kids.

Remi sighs as she stops in front of her mother’s gravestone. It’s a large marble piece with a simple inscription “Nora Matthews, Mother, Wife, Friend” emblazoned in gold lettering. She smirks at this, and barks a humorless laugh.

Fuckin’ whose?

She was bitter. Her mother had hated everything Remi was, wanted nothing more than to change her, so why should she feel bad? She shouldn’t. It wasn’t her choice to be walled off by her mother when she needed her the most, just after her daddy died. It hadn’t been her choice that, instead of being close to her daughter, Nora had thrown herself into her Catholic upbringing and ignored everything else. It wasn’t her choice to abandon her family. Nora had done all that.

Fuck you.

It was a simple, cold statement. Remi didn’t know for sure how she felt about her mother passing, but it wasn’t sadness, she knew that. If anything, she felt longing for the mother she never had and that Nora refused to be. Tears welled up in the corner of her left eye, the prosthetic right one couldn’t cry, but she held it in, spit on the freshly tilled earth and decided she’d spent enough time on someone who hadn’t had any for her.

Remi turns and walks back toward the still running SUV as the cold rain falls around her.

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So…things haven’t really gone my way, huh? I mean, sure, I picked up a win over the Lesbian Super hero and challenged for the Goddesses Championship…a championship I could damn near feel my fingers on, but I came up short there. Heh, I guess ol’ Remi hasn’t really been that impressive. I’ve not been living up to my own, self-hyped, expectations and it shows. What’s worse, I don’t really think anyone cares.

See, I can handle people hating me, people loving me, who doesn’t like that? People being indifferent though? I mean, shit, why am I even out there? Why even bother? If I can’t get some kind of…reaction, some kind of emotion from people then what even am I doing? I’ll tell ya what, I’m being a fuck up. I’m letting slip an opportunity that I’ve been lucky to gain and that’s not who I am. Least it wasn’t. I’m the never-say-die rock and roller with a cast iron jaw and not enough sense to know she’s beat. I’m someone who has won titles in every company she’s competed in, someone who makes waves in a big way when she shows up. I’m Remi goddamn Skfire. The Blackheart, the Killer, and a thousand more names!

Or I used to be.

Now? Now I’m not sure who I am. I talk a big game, but can’t quite seem to get anything rolling. For every step forward I take, I fall three steps back, and it feels like no matter what I do I’m treading water and sinking. It’s not a good feeling. Matter of fact, it fucking sucks. What’s worse is that I am and have been successful in other companies, so what does that mean? Does it mean I can’t hang with top tier talent like Bex Filth, Cloud Matsuda, or NAMI? Cos it sure as shit seems that way, doesn’t it? Yeah, sure does.

That’s not to say I’m giving up, nah, I’m nowhere near done. I’m just trying to say I guess I know where I’m at. I know how a lot of people see me, and I know that despite a slump that, yes, monumentally sucks, I’ve got so much more to show, more to do, and more to be. I’m not just a speed bump for someone else’s success. I’m more than just a rung on the ladder of Odyssey…more than just an interesting footnote.

I’m more than a losing record and a lukewarm debut, more than a failed title shot, and the Clash is the perfect place to prove that. A reset. It’s a chance for me to go out and take another shot at being Remi Skyfire. Now, I’m damn sure not a favorite to win, I understand that, but fuck fire, if I let expectations run my life I’d never gotten anywhere. Remi’s still got gas in the tank, and I’m going to prove it.

I don’t have a target out there, it’s kinda foolhardy to go into a match like this with that kind of game plan. Instead, I’m just going to go out and start banging. I know, I know, my plan is I have no plan, but it’s not really that shallow. It’s more that I’m not going to lock myself into a set trajectory. I wanna be open to whatever happens, and however it goes down. I’ve not really made any friends here, so I don’t really expect to have backup…except maybe Felix. Sis had my back for a while before, but she also really likes winning, so we’ll see how that goes.

I know there’s no reason to believe I’m anything more than what I’ve been, but you can bet your ass I’m going out there and leaving whatever I have left in that ring. I’m not done, not by a long shot. I’m Remi Skyfire, I’m the Blackheart, and I’m just beginning.

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

Re: OWA Promos February 22nd 2022, 11:50 pm by **Daisy Thrash**

The camera opens in a room filled with a display of multicolored balloons. In the middle of the room is a table covered with a pink plastic tablecloth. On the table is a white cake with “Happy Clash!” written on it in pink icing. We see Daisy in a flouncy pink party dress with a pink party hat. Cupcake also sits on the table wearing a matching party hat.

“Alright, we are looking good! It’s no Rio Carnival, but it’s not too shabby either! Now you’re probably all thinking something like ‘what’s she having a party for?’ Like I’ve got nothing worth celebrating. You silly geese, of course I do! We’re getting ready to head on the road to Final Destination! The biggest show of them all! Not to mention I’m gearing up to celebrate my first year in OWA! For those of you fashionably late to the party, let me remind you. Last year’s Clash of the Titans was when I made my big OWA debut! It’s true, I didn’t win the match. I didn’t even eliminate anyone. But I did get to kick Sweet Roxy right in the head! Bam! This year though, I wanna aim even higher! I wanna kick two people in the head! No, wait! I wanna kick a whole bunch of people in the head! And then, I wanna win the whole kit and kaboodle! Ugh, I can already hear people laughing at me. Calling me, uh, what’s that word again? Starts with a d…delusional! That’s it! They don’t think I could win something like this in a million years! Well I got a D word for them- doubters! Doubters are something I’ve dealt with for forever. If I listened to every single one of them, I would’ve never be where I am now doing this super fun thing that I love! So why start listening now? Even if they’re all right and I am one of the ones at the very bottom, that means the only place left to go is up! And I’m taking this elevator all the way to the top floor. I know that there’s 29 other women trying to keep me from getting there. Some of them I know about and some of them I don’t. I’ve been in matches like this before, so I know how it goes. Except this time, there’s gonna be one huge difference. I’m not gonna let anyone throw me out. If I have to, I don’t know, superglue my feet to the mat, then that’s what I’ll do! The D Train is heading to Final Destination whether you like it or not! You get off my tracks or get smushed! Woo woo!”

“So who’s all in this match again? Geez, seems like everyone and their mom is! But let’s face it- some of them have basically no chance. Look at Yasmine and Nakita. They’re both big. Like, super big. In some alternate universe, either of them could win this no problem. Thing is, Yasmine doesn’t really seem to care anymore. And Nakita only cares about doing whatever Skylar says. Maybe. It’s hard to tell nowadays. For a long time it seemed like Skylar was ready to fight so hard for her ‘business.’ Then she loses a few matches and now she’s basically like, gone. Oh well, maybe she found something else was gonna make her richer than this. That’s what happens when all you care about is money, after all. What surprises me the most though is that Serena’s poofed. Didn’t she talk about being the future of this place like over and over? All it took for her to give up was losing to a team with me on it. Guess that was just too embarrassing. It’s never gonna be her time now. Too bad. At least Yuna Kurosawa actually managed to say something. Nothing I really know or care about, though. She hasn’t won anything and she won’t win this. Oh my god, Rebecca Brookes is totally in this too! I almost forgot! Didn’t think forgetting someone who kept getting touted as the next rising star was even possible. I saw all the passion when you were fighting in the Promethean Chamber and getting into it with Hana and the other Team Aria people. Now? Just like you, it's disappeared. What a pity. Thanks for clearing the way for me, though!”

“Oh wow, we finally get to meet the new girl! I guess I get to be the first one to say ‘hi.’ So, hi! I’m Daisy. I see you know Serena, but she’s not gonna hear anything you told her. She kinda disappeared. Are you really wondering why no one mentioned you? It’s because you stuck your head out of the gopher hole too late, silly! Nobody here knows you, except Rebecca it looks like. Doesn’t surprise me much, though. You two talk a lot alike. Both of you want to act like you’re better than this match and the rest of us. Only difference is that you’re the snooty, high class type and Rebecca revels in being, well, a whore. Hey, wait a minute, you’re friends with Tyler Wolfe? I really hope you don’t look up to her. She’s one of those horribly reckless wrestlers who get people hurt. Yeah, she’s the one who broke my neck. And since I can’t get my hands on her, I guess you’ll have to do. I can’t wait to see the look on your face when your precious loo-boo-teens go splat on the floor!”

“I never noticed until now just how many Japanese ladies we’ve got in Odyssey now. I think it’s pretty cool. They’re all so different I don’t see how anybody can get them mixed up. First off we’ve got NAMI. She went from total loser to Goddesses Champion. It’s nothing to sneeze at, but it would have probably been more impressive if Gwen hadn’t dropped the ball. She even scored a defense at the expense of Remi Skyfire. I actually know Remi from, uh, back in the day. I’ve fought her myself. She was no slouch…back then. Now, I dunno what’s going on with her. Almost looks like she’s burning out like one of her old cigars. You did beat her, but you know who you haven’t beat: me. Face the facts, if others hadn’t been so rude as to interrupt us, I totally would’ve won our match. If somehow things go wrong here, you can bet your butt I’ll be first in line for your championship. And I’ll take it. Looks like we’ve got Ruri Kuzunoha in this thing too. Apparently she’s big in Japan, but I haven’t seen anything impressive here. She got thrown into a number one contender’s match on her first night, then got beaten. Others keep talking about her being some kind of beast, but I can’t see it. She’s about as threatening as a little puppy dog to me. All bark, no bite. Then of course there’s Hana Nakajima. I’ve seen what she can do first hand. She’s got talent pouring out of her ears! Trouble is that she’s too focused on conquering her demons to keep her eye on the ball. She’ll be too distracted by Havoc to watch her back. At least she’s got a prize already. Last but not least is of course Rin Asakura. Rin, you may have defeated me, but don’t go acting like it was easy. If you had a tough time with me, there’s no way you have a chance against everybody else. Plus, you made the mistake of making me angry. Now not only is everybody else out to kick your arrogant hiney, you’ve got me gunning right for you. And you’ve got nothing left to surprise me with. After all, you are still a rookie. Since I am so nice, I’ll give you newer folks some advice. You can be the best wrestler in the world and still easily lose this match. There’s too much luck involved. You can be inches from winning and then slip and fall. You can think you’re ok and then get ganged up on from behind. So watch out. Fortunately for me, I seem to have used up all my bad luck! That means I have nothing but good luck left! Yay!”

“Hey Jonetta, since you like being blunt, I’ll be blunt with you. Thanks, but no thanks. I don’t want your help and I’m not gonna give you mine. Right now, pretty much everyone hates you. Do I really want to get caught up in that? Yeah, no thanks. Threaten me all you want, I don’t care. You don’t have the Banshee backing you up now. You’re just like the rest of us mortals now. Speaking of the Banshee, I can’t figure out why I should be scared of you. I’ve already been badly hurt. I’ve already lived through the scariest moment of my life. My brain scares me almost every day. Do you actually think you can do worse? Whatever, you don’t know me and you sure as heck don’t know anything about Cupcake! Cupcake loves and supports me no matter what! And he’s gonna celebrate right alongside me after I win!”

“Dulce Torres has this reputation of both being a tried and true champion and being the nice girl. Well, that’s all a bunch of baloney! We all know ‘most decorated’ is another way of saying ‘lost the most championships.’ And then, oh and then, she insults me and tries to play it off like she doesn’t mean it. You know why people are talking about me instead of you? Maybe it’s because, unlike you, I’ve been winning. You beat Natalie? So did I! I beat big bad BIANCA and no one’s seen her since! Oh, and me and Team Llorona beat Team Aria. Which you were on. Get real sweetie, no one cares about you anymore. Just like Rebecca Filth doesn’t care about this match and wants to drag everyone down with her. Tell me something, can you truly be the best Openweight Champion if you haven’t faced anyone from the other brands? That is what the championship’s about, of course. Am I the only one who still remembers that? Someday, Rebecca, you will lose that title. Just like you’ll lose this match. I’ve seen your type before. No, not like *that*. Ew. You’re the type that’s ‘naturally gifted.’ The type that doesn’t have to work for their success. When they lose, they have no idea how to handle it. The look on their face when it happens is just precious. I’ll be enjoying yours when the ‘lower-tier’ Daisy is the one standing tall.”

“Revy, I’ll keep this simple. Aria is gone, you’re not bringing her back, and you’re not tossing me out again. Deal with it.”

“I’ve saved these two for last since they seem to be the only smart ones in this match. Liz and April are the only ones who realize how much of a threat I really am. Liz, we’ve faced off before. And I did lose. But I’ve learned since then. If I was tough before, just try to imagine how tough I am now. And yes April, I do plan to make things difficult. What fun would it be if I made everything easy? But you don’t think I can win. Did you think I’d be Lethal Angels Champion before you? Exactly.”

“Now I’m pretty sure I know what you all are thinking. How could I possibly win a match as big as this one? ‘Oh Daisy, you’ll never achieve your dream of facing Cloud?’ You actually think that’s my dream? Let me let you in on a little secret: I’ve faced Cloud before. And beat her! When I got to face her for a world championship, she had to pull the best move out of her arsenal to win. Don’t believe me? Ask her. I don’t want to win just to face Cloud again. That would be boring! No, I want Diantha. She’s been the thorn in my side ever since I got here. And I want to pluck her out for good.This weekend, I’m throwing my big Clash surprise party! And you’re all invited! When I walk out victorious, you all will never forget about me again!”

Alyssa Grace, Rebecca Filth and DT The Ruler have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 22nd 2022, 11:41 pm by **Diantha Rosso**

Order versus Chaos. That’s how I see this match. There are no two different people on the roster. Stephanie embodies everything that I hate. Not about being a wrestler, but about being a person. About perpetuating all the materialistic ideology that she does. About pretending that she’s been a savior when she’s been nothing more than a charlatan. When April Song used to whisper about what a cruel, devious, arrogant person that Stephanie was, I tried to give her the benefit of the doubt. Now I see that there was no reason for me to ever bother giving such a person any respect at all. Hedonistic. Corrupt. And totally convinced of her own superiority. It’s a sad thing, honestly. Instead of retiring when she was at the peak of her powers and the height of her run of holding six belts at a time, she’s chosen to languish. To become nothing more than a jester, a token for OWA’s diversity programs and a reliable shill for corporate sponsors. To make a mockery of the wrestling that she was taught by my brother and her mentor. This whole event isn't a battle to her: It’s a joke. Even though she puts on the face of saying that she’s prepared, she doesn’t understand that she’s facing wrestling’s God of Destruction, the one who holds the fate of OWA in her hands.

The Ruler is an interesting fellow. He set up a test for me to be in his good graces. I never thought that Donovan would ask me to do such a thing as when he asked me to torture that thief that was stealing from his associates. I also never thought that I would be the one making sure that he would get all the information that he would need to retaliate against his foes. I don’t think that people understand the shame that I feel inside sometimes. I know very well that I’ve become a monster, an emotionless husk that only gets joy when pummeling others. But what’s scary, even to me, is that I’m starting to enjoy and embrace that fact a little more. It’s like someone being addicted to pornography, when I see the pain that I cause. The endorphins, the adrenaline, the satisfaction and completeness of it all.

I’m just a walking weapon.

And I’m proud of that…..

At long last, the torture that Diantha was putting that poor woman through was over. She had stopped crying, she couldn’t even make sounds by the time the Lioness was through with applying all sorts of holds. Diantha didn’t care about what she was saying, especially since she was talking to the two massive men who had been waiting for her and Donovan’s associate. The young woman was bruised, bloodied, but probably in much better shape than if they had used the typical methods of torture.

Ah! I see that you are finally finished. As promised I’ve returned with some food. Traditional Brazilian Barbecue, I’m told. I’ve brought enough for everyone here.

As the overly cheerful businessman distributed the food, everyone, The businessman, the muscle, Diantha, and the prisoner all ate in silence until Jameson spoke after taking a bite of some of his chicken.

We’ve decided to let you go, Miss. It appears that you were able to present some useful information to my associates here and there’s someone else that wants to talk to you before we let you leave the country. Of course you’ll have to repay the money you stole but we’ll make sure you can at least travel safely.

As everything was translated for the woman, her face went white with terror, a fearful expresion on her face as she glanced over to the ever-smiling Jameson, the stone-faced pair of guards and a puzzled Diantha. She suddenly began to eat a lot slower. Eventually they finished the meal and Jameson stood up from where they were sitting on the floor. It was the first time that Diantha bothered to notice he was wearing gloves.

Are you ready to go?

The girl nodded, horror still etched on her face as she stood. It was still daylight out, the slum still bustling with activity as she walked out with Jameson and the others, taking one last terrified glance back at Diantha, who had risen from the floor and was making her way towards the back room to wash up as they left. There was no real challenge to stretching someone like that, some poor two-bit girl who couldn’t even defend themselves. But it was a chance for her to experiment with some new holds she was planning to introduce to her hated enemy……

*BANG!!!*

Diantha rushed from the back but it was already over before she could even make it towards the front door of the building. Jameson was entering once again, this time with a gold Desert Eagle 44 Magnum gun in his gloved hands. There was some activity outside the building, but in a surreal display everything else was normal aside from the dead body being carried away.

I do apologize for the noise and commotion, but I had to take care of that piece of business.

A gruff-looking man with balding hair and massive arms came in with a plastic bag, in which Jameson deposited the golden gun as well as his gloves so they could be taken away. His suit jacket, which was splattered a bit with blood, was also taken.

There was no way the girl was going to leave this block alive let alone the city or country. I was told to immediately kill her once information was extracted. I probably overdid it by using the Desert Eagle but I’ve always been a more brazen, stylish killer. Head-shots with those are messy so please refrain from going outside for a little while as we clean up.

The man had just taken a life. He had killed that poor guinea pig of a woman she stretched for hours and Diantha was dumbfounded not by the death itself but by the fact that the man was smiling and laughing.

You told the girl that she was going to live.

I did. But even she knew she had to die. She knew she was going to have to pay for what she did.

So you lied to her, gave her food, gave her hope. Why do that? What was the point?

……Do you not do similar in your endeavors as a wrestler? You enjoy it when your enemies struggle, squirm, fear for their safety yet have that one bit of hope that they cling onto? You know what the outcome is already, it’s already been decided for them. But you allow them just a little respite, a little bit of hope before you pull the trigger and end them. We do very much the same thing, Miss Rosso. You just happen to do it under the employ of a wrestling company, I merely do it as a humble employee of one of the most feared men in the American underworld. I understand that taking someone’s life may be a bit extreme, even by your standards, but do you also understand that the only difference between the two of us is a separation of degree?

Yeah. So what happens to me now? You’re not going to kill me now to keep me quiet, huh?

HAHAHAHA! NO! If I were going to kill you, you would have been dead before you made it to your hotel. This slum was chosen for a reason. The locals here are pretty quiet about things that have nothing to do with them, even shootings in broad daylight. Corrupt police plus gangs and other organizations willing to do whatever it takes to keep them happy and relatively safe equals carte blanche to do whatever we please. No one will even remember that girl or that you tortured her or that you were even here. Everything is taken care of. Is there anything else I can provide for you before I have to depart?

No. I’m fine.

Alright. There will be a car to drive you back to the hotel at sunset. Enjoy your training!

Nothing. Even with everything that had just transpired, Diantha felt nothing. No fear, no joy. No adrenaline rush. No panic at being essentially an accessory to a murder. In her heart she felt absolutely nothing. Maybe that was why she still wrestled: she suffered…but at least when she was in the ring, she felt something. She was reminded of this when she would start running drills in the ring that had been provided to her. Sprints, bumps, stretches. Anything to feel alive.

Family.

You know that I had given everything just to make mine proud. For a lot of you who may not be aware, I used to wrestle under the name Diantha Moreau. I had to use a different surname because my own family exerted legal pressure to keep me from using my full name. A family that beat me for showing signs of what I was going to become as a child. A family that forced me to be something that I wasn’t: a docile girl with no malice. A family that demanded that I stay away from wrestling. A family that once I decided on my own free will to become a wrestler forced me to leave the country to even get trained. I was blackballed in America, forced to go from Mexico to Japan to Europe and back just to learn how to do the basics. My own family, who allowed me to be dirt poor and nearly starve. My family. My brother Carlos spends more time with his dojo and his pet projects like Emmanuelle and Sena than ever coming to see me. I only recall him standing by my side once….and that was when it was convenient for him to look good and have a cheap pop from the fans. My own brother ignored me even though there was a time period where we were on the OWA roster at the same time. He never acknowledged me. My parents don’t talk to me. My other siblings keep our interactions to text messages. I’m a pariah in my own family….

And none of it is my fault.

That’s the family that you want to claim, right Stephanie? Fine by me. Claim them. It’s yours.

There is a recurring theme with your career, especially with people you claim to be inferior to you. When you and April fought in Mexico, you essentially threatened to sexually assault her. You talked about dominating her, humiliating her and showing her her place once and for all. She beat you. And even after all the horrible things that you said about her, waving the fact that she wrestled in your shithole of a dead wrestling company in her face, she still had it within her heart to reach out to you after winning and touch your fist in a sign of respect.

You did the same thing to Emmanuelle. You seem to have this obsession with saying that people want to be you or are shitty versions of you. Emmanuelle is not someone I talk to much, but she tried her best to be respectful to you, even as you were saying that she couldn’t beat you, that she was nothing. That the almighty Stephanie Matsuda, the all-conquering hero, would put the arrogant upstart in her place! But no, that’s not what happened in WrestleWorld, was it? You got your ass kicked by a woman younger and less experienced than you.

Is anyone noticing a pattern here? Matsuda is a narcissist, and a pretty extreme one too. Her world view, her entire existence in professional wrestling is based around people either being weak compared to her, trying to be her, or jealous of her. People call me a “basket case” now, but does anyone think THAT outlook is normal or healthy? Does anyone see how conceited and stupid that is? You are not GOD. You are NOT my sister. You are not my mentor or someone who deserves anything from me but the most disdain. People aren’t people to you. They’re toys. Accessories. Just like that girl you visited in the hospital to placate your ego knowing full goddamn well you’ve CRIPPLED several other wrestlers yourself. Do you want to talk about that, Stephanie? Of course you don’t because it doesn’t jive with your narrative of being wrestling’s version of Saul in the Bible. You’re “better” now, right? You care about people! You care about the business!

You care as long as it makes you money, you filthy whore.

I understand that you had a difficult year once in your life, dear Stephanie. And that loss that you felt in 2017? I felt it too. Because the person that you’re referring to, they were like an extended member of my family to me. I only spoke to her a few times, but that bond that formed is still there. When I dreamed of becoming a superstar in this sport, struggling through the independent circuit, it was not you that I envisioned myself becoming.

It was her.

I’m in a pretty unique situation. I don’t care about wrestling…but it’s the only thing that makes me feel anything anymore. The traditions, the titles, none of that matters. The only thing that matters is fighting, inflicting punishment. That’s what gives me the little joy that I feel in life. I know that someone like you is content to have pool parties and refer to every one of your opponents as a lesser being when you’re just as mortal as everyone else. You think that you’re Zeus, sitting on some throne on fucking Mount Olympus, full Arata Asakura mode, about to rain down thunderbolts on me. You’re just some poor soul who doesn’t want to admit that their clock is ticking down.

I didn’t come to Sao Paulo just to get away from everything. I came here to prepare. I’m not here to be an ambassador for the sport. I caged myself like the animal that I am just so that I’ll be hungry enough to pounce on you once that bell rings. There is no lack of focus here. Anything but. I didn’t pick you as the weak link, God has. Hana is holding onto her trophy like that’s going to be a golden ticket to saving her when the time comes. Alyssa was too chicken shit to take the belt from you. Liz Karlson was simply not good enough. Regardless of what any of them did or didn’t do, I was going to make my way to the World Champion eventually. You just happen to win a battle of luck and attrition to have the privilege of standing against me.

I have done nothing but take accountability for myself. I was the one who chose to live this life, not anyone else. And I made it on my own. Not through the support of a corporation, not even with the support of my own family. My wrestling path is not smooth but it’s a path that I carved with my own two hands. But when people see me, they see someone they should hate instead of embracing…and I’ve never understood that.

I never will. But you, you will understand me when this is over. You want to knock something into me? That’s funny. I’m going to knock something into you: understanding. Understanding that the only way forward for Odyssey is for it to die in my crushing embrace. Understanding that your dreams of headlining Final Destination mean nothing to me or to anyone else. For way, way too long, I subscribed to what other people thought I should be. I tried to be the champion that the company could build around. I tried to be a calming locker room presence. I tried to be someone that would make my family proud.

That wasn’t my destiny.

Maybe I am digging myself into a deeper hole. Maybe my career has spiraled beyond salvation. Maybe my whole life is just meant to be plunged into the abyss. You know what? I can accept that. And you want to know why I can accept that? Because this hole that I’m digging, it’s pretty damn big. It’s big enough for me, you, all of Odyssey and all of OWA to plunge into all at the same time. A mass grave. I’m destined for hell. No absolution or redemption is in my future! But since I already know my fate is hell, I’m going to make sure each and every one of you bitches come along for the ride. Do you understand? This match isn’t just a continuation of your reign. It’s not even the end of an era. It’s a continuation of one woman omnicide of OWA and professional wrestling.

Yes, Zeus, the sacred halls of your Olympus have been breached.

In the end, YOU will suffer.

In the end, YOU will fall.

In the end…THERE WILL BE ONLY CHAOS! MY CHAOS!

You claiming to be my family is right on brand with how you’ve treated me from the start. With disrespect. With stupidity. With a complete lack of understanding about who and what I am. It’s only appropriate that my ultimate revenge on wrestling comes at my own “family’s” expense. That way I can prove that I don’t need them anymore…

Just like I don’t need you.

Odyssey will soon see the darkest days it has ever thought possible. Aria is gone. The Pillars are no more. There is room for only the strongest, most vicious to take hold of this place now that Lllorona is in charge. I intend to be the strongest, then, with a vice-like grip I’m going to slowly squeeze the life out of Odyssey just like I squeezed the life out of that bitch intern and that fool Stephanie once before.

All that will remain…is nothing.

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

Re: OWA Promos February 22nd 2022, 11:39 pm by **The Banshee**

Act III: The Fate of The Banshee

2022 Women's Clash Promo #3

(The camera opens up inside an empty ring, itself apparently inside a darkened gym somewhere in Rio, Brazil. Standing alone in the ring is The Banshee, who holds out her arms wide as the camera zooms in on her.)

So many of you misguided fools seem to think that this “ring” will be like any other environment you’ve stepped into before… but that’s where you’re mistaken, because not only is the Clash itself a chaotic display of perseverance and desire mixed in with violence and pure malice… but this Clash itself isn’t just another Clash… for all whomever step into the same ring as The Banshee… they are unknowingly entering The Banshee’s Realm… for that ring is MY REALM, and at the Clash, it’ll be me that reigns supreme unto the utter ruin of all!

It’s interesting to hear everyone casually describe the Clash as being “hell itself,” but these mere mortals have such glaring misconceptions of what HELL really is… Hell isn't an endlessly-darkened subterranean lair made up of fire, brimstone, and lakes of lava at every turn, despite what world religions would lead you to believe... Would you like me to describe for you what “TRUE HELL” really is?

Hell is emptiness… pure and utter emptiness…

Hell is suffering… constant anguish that burns deep…

Hell is pain… never-ending physical, mental, and emotional torment…

Hell is disappointment… because it never ends… and never improves…

Why is this important to know? Because that's exactly what twenty-nine unfortunate meat-puppets will experience at my hands in Rio… pure, agonizing hell…

So many of you women apparently have far more guts than brains… So it’s going to be very enjoyable for me to tear you brave bitches asunder in Rio… Let’s see how much “guts” you girls have… when I physically rip them out your fucking stomachs! In fact, when I step inside that chaotic environment known as the Clash, that ring becomes like my own little library… Where see all my opponents as books… because once I rip you ladies open… you’ll all become “red.”

I hope you meat-puppets understand something important… The Banshee doesn’t have to go through twenty-nine other ladies… twenty-nine pitiful souls have to go through The Banshee… No matter how many of you team up against me… no matter how many of you attack at once… no matter how badly your so-called “strategies” backfire against you… the fact still remains… you ladies are not just participants in the 2022 Women’s Clash… you are also ALL TRAPPED IN THE RING WITH THE BANSHEE!!!

Although I don’t have any interesting roots or backstory relating to Japan… unlike 75% of the current roster, it seems… but if there’s one thing I know about Japanese culture, it’s the respect and adoration they have for kaiju monsters… which serves me well in this analogy, so I can translate it to those who haven’t managed to grasp the English language quite yet… I am Godzilla… King Ghidorah… King Kong… Rodan… Mothra… and every other badass kaiju you can think of… all rolled into one… well, with the exception of Gamera, which can represent the ignorant and stupid Rin Asakura... you’re like a handicapped Gamera that’s been knocked on your back.... because that's all you are… Nothing but a helpless snapping turtle… laying flat on your back…. Begging to be put out of your misery… And at the Clash, Rin… I promise I will oblige… when I give you a serious case of shellshock!

Rin, it’s honestly hilarious that you CLAIM that there's one person on the roster that isn't afraid of The Banshee… Have you been watching an entirely different Odyssey over the last few months? Even your fellow victims have the integrity to admit as much, but you’re so clearly delusional if you even think that fear isn’t a fantastic weapon of mine… If you need a lesson on what real fear is, then I have such sights to show you…

Is the best you can do, Rin? Your coup-de-grace to putting one over on The Banshee… is by calling me an ugly hag? Didn’t I already tell you that I despise parrots, you bird-brained bitch? Also, did you not know that… by literal definition… that banshees are often represented in folklore and history as actual “hags,” which itself is defined as an “ugly old woman or witch, usually wearing tattered clothes.” So congratulations… you again showed everyone just how fucking stupid you really are, Rin… you tried using a literal definition of my name to insult me… Wow, Rin… just… wow… Is every future time-traveler also this dumb… if you're even from the future, because I’m convinced you’re just another failed Asakura student trying to cash in on his quickly-fading limelight… Rin, you don’t need time-travel powers to know what’s in store for your future at the Clash… you’re going to be dumped out the ring on her head, a broken mess of mediocrity by someone who’s been superior in your past, present, and future… THE BANSHEE!

While I hold no respect for gaijin-hating whores like Rin, I stand by my “assessment” of NAMI, Jonetta… NAMI represents the journey that I am finding myself on now… one of personal growth in the constant face of adversity… finding redemption through success… and developing a strong connection to the fans… I, for one, will not be underestimating someone that I once literally “broke” and sent away for several months… NAMI has much to prove, and eliminating me would just be the cherry on top for her story to come full-circle… sorry to spoil the happy ending, but this Clash isn’t about the rise of NAMI… the only story that’s going to be told in Rio is how The Banshee destroyed everyone in her path on her way to win the 2022 Clash of the Titans… If you want your story to continue after the Clash, then you simply need to stay out of my way… if you can…

Another well-known Joshi in this Clash is the unusually-quiet Hana Nakajima… I really hope you’re bringing that demonic shit-stain Havoc with you, because breaking your feeble body alone just wouldn’t be as satisfying… since Havoc is such a coward himself, that he’s never dared to face me since… especially now that I have the support from The Banshee’s Horde, my legions… AND LEGIONS… all giving me that motivation… that strength… that true power of UNITY, which is something that I bet Hana, deep down, truly wishes she had… Hana, as someone who endured it recently myself… don’t you realize that you are yourself… a puppet? You’re just too dumb to realize it… you’re nothing more than a puppet who believes she’s alive… sorry Pinocchio, but you’re lying to yourself if you believe otherwise… But who cares what you believe? However, once the Clash concludes, and you… like all the others who hated on me… will finally BELIEVE IN THE BANSHEE!!!

That’s the irony now, isn’t it? The fans now believe in me, but both the young… and the old… still love focusing on the same talking points about how The Banshee is so overrated, overhyped, and irrelevant… but do any of you truly think that The Banshee is still a nobody?

What has The Banshee done? So many of you try to cherry-pick my lowest moments as sad and stale attempts to discredit how threatening I really am… yet you all can't keep The Banshee’s name out of your mouths for one solitary second! I have been the focal point for everyone involved in the Clash… and that's because everybody KNOWS that I am the MONSTER I've always claimed to be… it’s pathetic to see you judge me for my past… especially since I don’t live there anymore…

It's when loneliness burned down what was left of my soul… that I chose to hide in the shadows… Even as a child, I was not very lovable or wanted… which led me to grow into a deeply unlovable creature… if one were to draw a picture of my soul, it'd been nothing more than a scribble with fangs… you girls may still only see a scribble… but trust me, I never lost the fangs…

You idiots think that selectively looking at my history somehow “delegitimizes” me somehow… Your continued arrogance and misguidance is why I showcased some of the lowest points in my career… It not only proves to the world that I do indeed understand my failures… and what led to them… but it also demonstrates what true power and confidence really looks like, because I’m fully confident in how powerful the support of The Banshee’s Horde has made me become… And that's what's gonna make me successful in the 2022 Clash… unlike some of you rookies and fossils around here, I have actually grown and learned, not unlike the misunderstood creature that was Frankenstein’s Monster… Many of you still don’t see me as the unstoppable monster that I claim to be…but what you fools see in me is what you don’t see… and what you don’t see… is what I truly AM…

Just like I AM going to destroy each and every past-her-prime dinosaur… every piece of gutter trash… every anime stereotype-wannabes… it doesn’t matter who or what you are… there’s only one thing to fear in Rio at the 2022 Clash of the Titans… and that's FEAR HERSELF! Fear that has gripped the tongues and stolen the courage from the vast majority of confirmed participants in the Clash… Everyone is so quiet… because they fear reprisal from me… Sure, many of them will start singing loudly at the last minute, thinking their collective voices will be loud enough to drown out their true fears and despair… But sorry ladies, for even a deaf person will hear The Cry of The Banshee that night…, as if it the impending footsteps of doom that a harbinger like myself symbolizes…

Speaking of fossilized Jurassic trash, that chipmunk Dulce Torres finally emerged from her tree to squeak away the same old song… Dulce, is it really my fault that everyone's claiming me to be the favorite now? Especially when… in my mind, and the minds of The Banshee’s Horde… that I've ALWAYS BEEN the favorite! In fact, I viewed myself that way in nearly every match I've ever competed in… And I've accepted that, yes, I've made many mistakes, missteps, and miscalculations… But one thing that I've never been wrong about… is that I've always been better than you… I’ve always known this to be true and factual, despite what the record books show… And when given the proper opportunities and chances to shine, I've shown just how dominant of a force I can be!

Dulce, I am so happy to see that you're excited to be in the Clash.. because you're not the only one… I'm excited too! I'm excited to avenge the ghosts of my past… a place that you seem to spend more time at than me lately… by being the one to eliminate you from this Clash… though I’d love to be the one to retire you on a… more… permanent… basis… If you’re an enemy of me… you’re an enemy of The Banshee’s Horde, which is now the LOUDEST VOICE IN PRO-WRESTLING TODAY! You are so petty and jealous, but why? Probably because the same fans who once cheered your name now cheer mine… but acceptance is difficult for the narcissistic, and no one is more vain than you, Dulce…

Mark my words, Dulce… hell, take it to the fucking bank if you want… but know this: The Banshee GURAN-GOD-DAMN-TIES that I’ll be the one responsible for your quick exodus from the Clash to permanent obscurity... Even if you're the very last person to enter the Clash, and I was the first… you still won't last five fucking seconds with me in the ring now, bitch!

Unlike you, Dulce, I didn't come to the OWA with a proverbial silver spoon in my mouth… as you were… and subsequently was automatically handed title shots left and right because you immediately connected with the fans, and the front office needed a face to quickly profit from… However, I had to go through literal hell… even had my own freewill ripped away from me… before I was finally able to see what was missing from my own career… that important connection with the fans... And now that I have it, you're shown yourself to be nothing more than a petty, jealous little bitch… That's all it is… You see me finally on the rise, making you nostalgic for what you once had… But it’s also because you know… as does everyone else fighting in the Clash… that I am the roadblock to Final Destination IV… I’m your roadblock to you achieving greatness once again… hell, I am everyone's roadblock to achieving it! You know it… I know it… Everyone knows it… And there's no stopping death coming for your soul in Rio… for that cold wind blowing through Brazil right now? That isn’t the weather… it’s The Banshee approaching with your doom in hand!

Conventional wisdom says that I owe you one, Revy, for you indeed freed me… and at the most opportune time possible, because I was finally able to get a small taste of revenge on Jonetta Stone… But notice I only said a “small taste,'' because my saga with Jonetta is far from over… I’ll touch on Jonetta in a minute, but yes… in a way… Jonetta did lead to Morrighan calling on The Banshee, leading to a two-year reign of darkness that ushered in a new era of Odyssey… and yeah, Jonetta’s wickedness did, in effect, make me stronger… So yes, maybe everyone can thank Jonetta Stone for inspiring The Banshee to win the 2022 Clash, thus ruining any chances you had to make a name for yourselves… Hell, in a way, maybe I should thank Jonetta for making me stronger… But maybe it’s you, Revy, that deserves some of that credit… Whether good or bad, with the exception of Diantha Rosso, perhaps no one embraces the true chaotic nature of the Clash so effortlessly as me and you… But Jonetta belongs to me, and me alone… as does winning the 2022 Clash itself… And that means that I am not going to be doing anyone any favors…. I am not going to be looking after anyone’s back… I am not going to form any alliances… because the only people that's gonna be watching out for The Banshee… besides myself… is The Banshee’s Horde!

Rebecca Filth, do you honestly think that the Clash is not going to be a bloodbath? Do you really understand what entails a Clash? It’s not like any other fight you’ve ever been in before, so don’t think winning some rinky-dink pre-show battle royal makes you the obvious choice to win… No one has chirped louder than Odyssey’s resident princess of amateur pornography, an occupation that 80% of everyone on Tinder seems to have, so even in the pornography world, you’re unoriginal and unimpressive… But tell me, where is this dominance that you’re so proud of? You were one move away from April Song being the Openweight Champion, yet you act as if you slapped her around from post to post… I actually watched the match, and Song made you look weaker than a blind twink in a prison shower for the majority of that bout… You fail to understand... or even respect... the very chaos that gives you a good chance to win over people who are clearly better than you in every area but luck… and in Rio, your luck will run the fuck out long before you ever see yourself prevail over The Banshee’s might…You 2 belts? For you, it’s Too Late!

You think The Banshee sucks in multi-man matches… first of all, if there’s anyone that’s an expert at “sucking” multiple men, it’s definitely the walking STD in a dirty skin poncho known as Rebecca Filth… but more importantly, I believe this is the 2022 WOMEN’S CLASH, which has the strongest field of competitors despite what those jabronies on our sister shows say… so I don't know what you're talking about, but just know I've destroyed both men and women, long before you even showed up to this fucking place, bitch…

There's a reason why people like you focus on superficial shit, like being in the final four for the Clash… Yes, I finished third last year, but did I strongly beat my chest about it all year long? No, because I didn’t see it as anything other than what it really was: a failure. After all, does anyone ever remember the runner-ups as vividly as the winners? It’s not like that in any other sport, so why is it any different here, Rebecca? No Filth, you focus so much on being everyone’s “favorite” because you have no actual shot of winning, and it kills you to admit it, though you can’t deny it.... As for me, I don't care about coming in second, third, fourth, or twenty-second… because there's only one label I’m after… the one simple distinction that I want, and that's the winner of the 2022 Women’s Clash! Nothing else matters… Second place is nothing more than the first loser… and unlike you, Filth, I will not be a goddamn loser this year!

Also, why do people like Filth and Dulce talk about me being part of some new Odyssey hierarchy? Keep in mind ladies… The Banshee spent the better part of the last two years dismantling the hierarchy by getting rid of Odyssey’s “Pillars” in order to give fresh faces like me real opportunities, instead of having the same-old sluts shoved down our throats... That's why Dulce does it, all that petulant and petty jealousy... because she was the one being shoved down our throats for years… But now that I made her nothing more than a focal footnote in history, she has the audacity to claim the same thing, which makes idiots like Filth sound far more credible when spouting off bullshit… Dulce, you're extremely jealous because my star is quickly rising, while yours burned out long ago…. Filth, on the other hand, you’re jealous because you can’t stand the fact knowing that I’m every bit the threat everyone else knows me to be… I’m much more than some horror-film reject, you fucking parrot… ugh, get some new talking points…

So apparently Liz Karlson doesn’t have a sharp attention span, because she completely missed the point about my candid look at my past… I didn’t take everyone on a trip down memory lane because I desire to bring Morrighan back…In case you've forgotten, Morrighan is gone… I sent her away when I LOBOTMOIZED myself, because I am that fucking crazy! But sadly for you… and everyone else… I'm also more focused than I've ever been… So if you think for one second that I'm going to be giving in to my darker impulses and lust for revenge… you’re half-right, but that’s because I understand what it really takes to win a war like the Clash: the ability to withstand AND control both inner and outer chaos, which is something I’ve perfected long ago! Liz, what makes you think you know my impulses? Wanna really know what my impulses are right now? My impulses are to win the Clash, and to win it in the most dominant fashion possible! That's the only impulse that I'm feeling right now... And yes, while I will enjoy making Jonetta hurt some more… there's always another day for that, so why waste some good suffering?… My number-one priority in Rio is clear: win the Clash, destroy those that stand in the way... All vendettas, all desires for revenge or simply to torture for fun… all that has become secondary… I will not let myself down… I will not let down The Banshee’s Horde… Besides, you probably know that Scott Oasis will just give you another undeserved title shot out-of-the-blue, so how hard are you really going to bring it against the Queen of the Monsters?

You're right, Jonetta… as much as I wish I could claim that The Banshee wouldn't be here without you.. we both know that's not the case… I even provided video proof of that… Our fates are tied together, Jonetta… But rest assured, my main focus isn’t you… well, not entirely... I won't be dishonest by claiming that I haven’t been licking my lips at the thought of drinking the very blood I spill from your flesh… but my focus is to win the 2022 Clash… because I know that the thought of me standing the victor… especially AT YOUR EXPENSE… has been enough to drive you into a drunken stupor, one of which I doubt you’ll sober up from anytime soon… because it’s been the only thing to give you courage…

Jonetta, you made a valid point that many of the other ladies seem to fail to grasp: The Clash isn't just like any other Battle Royale… There's real consequences... and despite what Rebecca Filth says, careers can indeed be made in the Clash, because they have been made before! It doesn't matter what happens afterwards, because what happens tomorrow isn't in anyone's control… It's what's going to happen that night in Rio... and what's going to happen is very much in my control… The Banshee is going to become known as the most dominant Clash participant EVER! I'm not just going to win the Clash.. as I've already said… I'm going to absolutely fucking dominate it… I'm going to eliminate as many women as I possibly can, because I want to make sure everyone that leaves Rio… everyone that turns off their streaming devices once the Clash has concluded… ALL BELIEVING IN THE BANSHEE… Whether they like me or hate me…. no one will ever dispute again If The Banshee is a monster… if I'm the real deal or not… I will finally get the respect that everyone seems keen to not give me right now.

Jonetta, let this Ivory necklace of yours be but a symbol… of one many things I am taking from you… I've taken your necklace… I've taken your courage… and soon, I'll take my rightful place in the history books, when I erase your name from existence as I become the most dominant Clash participant ever to compete in this godforsaken Battle Royale… I am going to take away your legacy by establishing my own…

After all, the best revenge is success… So why bother trying to murder you in Rio… when I enjoy prolonging your anguish and torment by letting you watch me destroy your precious Ivory Tower… no need to pay for such an experience, because your tears will be the only payment that I need!

Everyone knows that there's one thing that I've always been associated with: CHAOS... So of course, I am going to thrive in a match that is full of chaos! And yes, Jonetta, I know you have placed a big bounty on my head… I'm willing to bet that certain mystery members might be included in that package… Hell, it’s no secret that The Banshee is the most marked woman in this Clash… because everyone knows that I truly am the most dangerous one… and I wouldn't have it any other way!

I want all of you to come after me… because that's the only way any of you have any chance to get past me… because. I am the barricade... I am the roadblock… I am the biggest obstacle in everyone's path to victory....

No one... No one can win the 2022 Women’s Clash without getting through The Banshee... It doesn't go the other way around… I don't need to go through this person, this person, or that person… because they all have to go through me… and everyone in The Banshee’s Horde, all cheering my name, making you all lose your nerve in the end…

No one else has the intelligence, the intangibles, or the imagination to do what’s necessary to win…

Bring on chaos…

Bring on death…

Bring on The Banshee!!!

VaeVictisBD, Michael Bishop, Matsuda, Alyssa Grace, Rebecca Filth and DT The Ruler have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 22nd 2022, 11:15 pm by **Stark**

'Are you just living day to day?
Are you lost and confused?
"I want to feel alive!" you say.
It's easy.
You can't regret the past, "Why did I do that?!", those thoughts will just turn to anger.
You also can't worry about the future, "Will it be okay?!", those thoughts will turn into anxiety.
In that case, all you can do is hold on for dear life.
Stake your life here and now, and live as if you won't have tomorrow -
That is the true essence of living, that is being ALIVE.' - Adapted from Shuzo Matsuoka

Not that this is news to anyone really, but I did start in the Idol industry, after all. The goal wasn't just to entertain, granted, it was the primary goal because without being entertaining you couldn't possibly gather enough fans to keep your status as a top idol. Put on that happy face, sing and dance, meet with the fans, sell your merch and make that big money - that's what my life used to be. Was it satisfying? To an extent. Success is success no matter where you achieve it. The biggest difference between that world of idol entertainment and the world of professional wrestling is FREEDOM.

Wrestling gave me more choices and options than I ever had before. If I was anything less than that pretty little girl that every man and woman alike wanted a poster of up on their wall, then success wasn't going to be an option. I did everything right - I smiled through some of the worst days of my life, I danced on bloody feet and sang through dying vocal chords, I met fans who repulsed me on levels I cannot even begin to describe to you, and in return I got thousands of dollars and national fame. But... no. I can't say it was worth it. Yada yada, you know the sad story, I fucked up, cocaine got in the way, the idol world was swept out from underneath my feet and I landed right here - at the very very very bottom of the ladder, the rung below the lowest rung, of professional wrestling.

Yet to me, being at the bottom of wrestling was infinitely better than being at the top of the idol industry. I didn't have to fake anything any longer. No more happy faces for assholes who don't deserve them. Everything I've done since the start of my wrestling career has been ME, nothing but ME, and everything I've achieved is because I was able to do it MYSELF. This isn't self-bragging, this is self-reflection. In a time like this, especially before a match as big as the Clash of the Titans, we tend to lose sight of who we truly are. Individualism sort of goes out the window when you need to realize that just "doing your best" isn't enough... All thirty women in this match HAVE to come at their best, that's just not even debatable, anyone showing up without the intention of winning won't just lose the match, they're going to lose a very big piece of themselves in the process - their confidence.

Confidence seems to be one of the recurring themes we all seem to be talking about ahead of the Clash. Everyone has their own definition of the word, in the sense that we all display confidence differently. Some call it arrogance - thinking you're the best without having any credibility to stand on. Some call it cockiness - thinking you're better than others because of arbitrary reasons, some may be valid, but in the grand scheme of things they're arbitrary nonetheless. There's also a LACK of confidence, from women who have NOT been able to show anything of themselves and have the self awareness to understand that. Finally there is confidence itself, in its purest form. Conviction and strength with the results to back it up, that is what confidence is to me and that's what I choose to display to the world. It's not just to prove it to myself, because I know I've been on the ass-end of life many times and I wish there was a shining beacon that I could have looked up to for guidance back then. I know that when you're down in the lowest point of your life it's hard for even the brightest of lights to find you down in your ditch. I know that for countless wrestling fans let alone the billions of people who live through the sadness and sorrow of life with the darkness it brings, we are those beacons of light. After going through yet another shitty week, for many women - and men too of course, gotta acknowledge our simps - that beacon of light is turning on Odyssey and seeing the peak of what humans can achieve.

That is one of the true beautiful things about wrestling. Of course the athletic stunts we perform, the expert psychology we display in the ring, and the reality-defying things we are capable of doing in wrestling as a whole are the big draw. But that's not what drives me to do my best. I know that ultimately, I won't be the best technical wrestler on Odyssey, I won't be the best on the mic, I won't be as strong or as fearsome as some other women here but that doesn't matter. Whoever said you need to be the best to be a winner was lying through their teeth, or just making excuses for why they weren't able to succeed in their own lives. The truth is, as long as you do your best, as long as you give it your all from the very bottom of your heart and soul, THAT is success. Success and victory aren't the same thing. Don't let anyone ever tell you that. Getting a promotion at a white-collar job and winning a championship in wrestling are not that different. That is victory. That is NOT success. Success cannot be measured by the number of zeros on your salary or the weight of gold of a championship belt. That said, I'd be lying if I said those things don't make you happier, of course they do. That's not the big picture though. Those things are success, those are what you get after YEARS of victories.

Think about it this way. How happy were your parents when you took your first steps? When you wiped your ass for the first time by yourself? Is that success? Of course not! Those are things everyone does but those are still victories. They are markers of progress. Everytime you get out of bed on a day where you'd rather just pull the blanket over your face and go back to sleep is a victory. When you take that shower and leave the house when you'd rather just sit at home in your pajamas, that's victory. When you make it to your dead end job and work another day so you can save money to move to a better place, that is victory. Just because someone is living it up out there with millions of dollars to their names and just because society declares that "success" does not mean your steps towards that ideal are not victories. Success is the culmination of all those smaller victories. Success is the finish line. However, every victory is just the road to another one. Every victory is the start of another journey, but starting that journey gets easier each time because you know you have what it takes to get there in the first place.

Now, that's the path I find myself on, just a week before the Clash. I've had my victories. Getting signed to Odyssey at all was a victory. Being accepted into the JET Dojo after losing everything I had in my life to drugs and mental illness was a victory. Becoming JET Academy Champion was a victory, despite people saying that the title was the least valuable in that company, it didn't matter to me, it was a mark of the progress I made and it unveiled the road to the top of the card that was hidden from me in my Dojo days. I was never pegged to be a future World Champion. In fact I know there are many women who were just waiting for me to relapse on my cocaine addiction and be another burnout case, another person who walks in out through the revolving doors of the wrestling world but fuck you - I'm STILL here. Not only did I defy every negative expectation that was laid on me, I broke that mold and overachieved. Yeah, I know no one expected me to be Goddesses Champion, that's why holding this belt is even sweeter. And going back to my point about Odyssey being the shining beacon for the fans who are in similar places that I've been in, being Goddesses Champion has given me an important goal that will overshadow every single victory I've achieved up to this point AND all the success I could achieve in the future.

I will become a star that shines so bright that even the darkest places in the world will have no choice but to be illuminated by my light. And no, that light won't come off of the reflection of the gold of any championship I could win or any trophy I could hold high over my head - that light will be the reflection of my spirit. The perseverance, the effort, the losses and victories alike, everything that has made me who I am adds light to my star... For me, victory cannot be defined by any mere accolades, success for me is living up to my name - The Golden Goddess. Every person I can help elevate through the struggles I've been through is a more important accolade to me than anything else I can win.

But these things don't come for free. Ultimately, I'm a wrestler. Those accolades and championships DO matter, if only to at least secure my spot on the card. I can't achieve what I want to achieve if I'm not booked for Odyssey, for example, and I know that in those periods of my inconsistent performances, that was true. If I was on the card at all it was in a match that I knew I had no chance of winning... But that's the point. We've all been there at some point. We've all stared at those walls that seem impossible to climb. Some of us get overwhelmed by the height and just sit down. Some of us run at the wall once or twice to try to run up it only to realize it's impossible. Some of us will punch the wall out of frustration only for our hands to bleed, stopping once we realize that it's to no avail.

But me?

I never stopped punching. Inch by inch I punched through that wall and here I find myself now, Goddesses Champion. I know it's cliche, I know some other insecure bitches on this roster will call me a liar for this, but when I say this I mean it - more importantly than being champion for my own resume and legacy, my goal in being champion is to prove that if I can do it... ANYONE can do it. Any of you who think your life has reached a wall that you can't climb. Try to climb it. Try to run up it. If that doesn't work, then punch your way through it. As long as you are alive, there is no dead end. You can fight your way through anything. Let the whole world tell you it's impossible. That's just more reason to prove them wrong.

And that's the note I want to come back to the Clash on. You can call this rambling but that's not what it is. This is the message behind everything I do. I'm not just some empty shell of a person who's here to fill the void inside of me with championships. I take pride in everything this belt represents but you can replace it with a branch off of a tree and it'll hold the same meaning to me. This is about success - this is the biggest step I've taken in my life but again, it is not victory, because I can't sit back and relax after becoming Goddesses Championship. I have to dream bigger, aim higher, I'm not shooting for the stars, I'm launching myself at the Sun itself, if I burn alive? So be it, but having wings and refusing to fly is the same as being alive and choosing to not breathe.

So let me get back to that point about success and victory. Before any of you dumb cunts pull out the dictionary and tell me "actually they're the same!" I know. I know. I went to school too. You can pretend you don't understand it in bad faith, but it's not that hard to grasp. This Goddesses Championship is NOT where I want to peak, but I did get to this point a lot quicker than I thought. I already addressed how many women there are who have tried and failed to capture this title. I don't take that for granted. But if I can win the Goddesses Championship just two years into my career... Imagine what I could accomplish. So I look towards my next victory, and the next one. I look years ahead and see success on the horizon, I see that point where I can finally relax and smile, saying "I made it." The Clash is the victory that I cannot let escape me.

I don't think I'm special for thinking this way, by the way. I know there are many other women on this brand who exemplify these same qualities, maybe even in better ways. I have women I admire and look up to on Odyssey.

Liz Karlson gave me the respect I deserve as champion and I can't help but smile at seeing what she's accomplished herself. Being weighed down by the expectations of the Big Oasis Brand would have crushed me, I won't lie. But not only did she prove herself as a top competitor by taking Cloud Matsuda to the limit, Liz also told the BOB to fuck off and has made herself a household name on her own. I find that Liz and myself are alike in that case, we've had to shed the bullshit around us to reach new highs. What also makes us alike is our mindset. Liz didn't take one good effort against Cloud then lose and call it a day. She took that as a lesson and came back stronger, now she walks into the Clash as one of the most intimidating performers in the match. I'm ready to take her on because she and I are both on the cusp of greatness at the top of the card but only one of us can make it there. I'm not going to lie down and let her pass me by.

April Song is a legend of this industry, competing at the highest level of every promotion she entered. For her to acknowledge me as the Goddesses Champion, being a former one herself, AND compare me to Diantha Rosso? I know champions need to display a certain level of dignity but I won't lie. I'm marking out. April, I know there's a gap between me and the top of the card, despite being Goddesses Champion. You having been in this position two years ago, you're more qualified to say that than anyone else. But I'm not scared of anyone, not even The Banshee anymore, definitely not Jonetta Stone, nor anyone else. I'm not even scared of you, but I don't think you wanted me to be anyways. You can try to warn me and give me cautionary stories but what difference will it make? You can tell me I'll literally die if I try too hard at the Clash but I don't care. Every match I wrestle like I intend for it to be my last, and if it is, then I'll get to claim that as one last victory before I head home to retirement so I can call my career a success. You can act like you have "bigger fish to fry" as you said it but hey, take your eye off of me and you'll regret it, that's a warning I can give you with the fullest of my confidence.

Rebecca Filth is a woman I respect and have spoken about extensively this week but she's still got more to say. I don't know Becky, is the pressure piling on? You seem a little more aggravated than normal. Maybe the reason the big names in this match like Jonetta and Banshee are giving me my props is because they can see what I'm capable of. I know what YOU'RE capable of Filth, I experienced it first-hand in the match I lost and you won, the match that made your Openweight Championship reign legendary on the virtue of you quite literally defeating every possible challenger for that belt. But I disagree with you. You didn't make me. I MADE ME. You didn't make me put in the hours, you didn't make me take risks that could end my career in every match I wrestle. You didn't give me the mindset to put my life on the line every time I step into the ring. Everything I did to get to this point I did myself, the same way you did to get to the point you're at now. However, I'm sensing insecurity. Maybe you're off your game? Or maybe you realize that being the "greatest Openweight Champion of all time" isn't the flex you think it is. Maybe you're realizing that wins and losses aren't everything. Maybe dipping my toes into the joy of victory just once IS all I need... Maybe I'll end up taking this Clash right out from underneath your fingertips... Then what, Becky? I can and WILL outlast you in this Clash. On my honor as the Goddesses Championship AND as a wrestler, I can't settle for second place against you. We've both got big heads at this point, and you think mine isn't deserved, and that's fine. There's only one thing to really solve a disagreement between two wrestlers and that's to square it out in the ring. Let's hope we cross paths so I can show you that yes, my progress between merely October to now is enough for me to dream big enough to win the Clash itself. I WILL leap to the World Championship, I mean after all, I'm the Goddesses Champion and that's the next step up. What, you think I'd lower myself to the Openweight Championship?!

Just kidding.

As for you Jonetta, no. It's not validation I want or need from a piece of shit like you. Praising your enemies wasn't to try to get under your skin by the way, I just genuinely think The Banshee is not just a better wrestler but a better human being than you overall despite being a monster, and that says a lot. You can threaten to throw me out and expose me for being a low level rookie but that's fine, if you do that, that means I still have a lot to learn and a long way to go. But I want you to consider the opposite Jonetta. I want you to think about the possibility that even outside of The Banshee or anyone else who you think is on your level, that someone like me could eliminate you from this match. I mean, regardless of if you eliminate me I'm still the Goddesses Champion right? I'll have my second chance to prove myself by defending this belt. You though? If you lose I hope you realize that you'll have The Banshee hunting you down to the ends of this Earth. Getting that Women's World Championship match and escaping to get your ass kicked by Cloud Matsuda will at least be a more dignified death for you. Now I can tell all you white women are the same kind of colonizing bitches because while Filth is trying to take credit for my success, you're trying to take credit for Banshee's. I don't need to defend Banshee to you because she's going to make you run away in fear once she crosses paths with you but I can sure as hell defend myself against you. Actually, do I even need to? Because you're coming at me harder for not knowing the exact definition of a shooting star more than you're able to come at me for anything relevant to what'll give me the edge over you to win in this match. Congrats, you've got that Neil Degrasse Tyson level of stuck up technical correctness but just like that fat fuck couldn't last three seconds in the ring with me, you might find yourself surprised at just how little the distance between you and me would be these days. I can tell you're the kind of petty bitch that'll sit here and dissect and overanalyze my words so I'll stop talking real quick, and just give you that promise that EVEN if you do eliminate me, it won't be like a "street urchin", I'm going to give you a fight to fucking remember and I'll show you the same way I showed Skylar that getting on MY bad side can be even more traumatizing than having The Banshee chasing you down to the ends of the Earth.

What else can I even say at this point? I'm not even going to acknowledge Hana standing there and talking into a mirror. Nope.

Rin, just shut the fuck up. Why are you even here? Why are you still passing judgment? Why are you talking to me about confidence? Every ounce of confidence you have comes from your father's success. I haven't been here long but you've been here for a second it seems like compared to me. Give me a reason to pay attention to you other than you hanging your titties out all the time and then maybe I can take anything you say seriously, otherwise for now you can shut the fuck up and let the big girls play.

Speaking of big girls though, it seems like April Song and Jonetta Stone aren't the only top players with my name on their minds. I finally get to hear from the Godmother of the Goddesses Championship herself. Dulce, all I can say is thank you. For being nearly the only person in this match who is able to keep their ego out of their mouths for two seconds and just talk person to person like normal human beings. I respect everything you've done with this championship and I'm thankful for your blessing to be able to carry this championship further than you have. What you said to me, I will carry for the rest of my career. You're right. I don't need to prove anything to anyone else... This Goddesses Championship is proof enough. Anyone who tries to devalue this reign is clearly doing so in bad faith. They know how important this championship is and they know exactly what kind of competitor wins this. There ARE no fluke champions with this belt, and I'm sure as hell not going to be the first.

So I'll end this on a positive note. I have a lot of expectations to live up to and a lot of false notions to break. Above everything else... I'm just excited. This is a match unlike anything I've been a part of in my career. Twenty nine of the most elite women in the world and yep. I STILL have the guts to say this...

I'm going to win. I just can't go in thinking anything else. If any of you think I'm stupid... Then I'd rather die like a fool than live like a coward.

Alyssa Grace, The Banshee, Noah Reigner and Krysis have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 22nd 2022, 11:07 pm by **Matsuda**

The Clash Promo #3

“Respect”

Fosobox.
Copacabana.
Late Night.

(Cloud effortlessly makes her way into the nightclub with her entourage of Gia, Monica, Sam, and Mao in tow. The ladies were dressed to impress: Monica in a black top and white pants, Gia in a pink strapless dress, Mao in a navy top with a flower pattern and a matching skirt. As for Cloud, she had on a black vest, matching jean shorts, and her signature Timbs. Sam went bold and is wearing a bright green dress. The ladies made their way through the crowd as Cloud made a beeline for the center of the dance floor.)

Gia Cervantes: I really shouldn’t be here. I’m going to be calling your match. This is clearly showing favoritism-

Cloud Matsuda: Come on Gia! You, me, and Aria used to party our asses back in the Empire days! You were so much more fun before you became a mom!

Gia Cervantes: Well there’s also the idea of training for your title match Steph-

Cloud Matsuda: Which I’ll do nonstop after I wake up from the hangover I’m about to give myself! If you can’t party as hard as you work, then what’s the point of living, Gia?

Gia Cervantes: Yeah, but don’t you-

Cloud Matsuda: You know what’s the problem with today’s wrestlers? They take themselves way too fucking seriously. This is how we burn ourselves the hell out! I’ll worry about Diantha when I’m pounding the heavy bag tomorrow. But tonight? We’re gonna dance, get wasted, and Mon and I will find some guy to pound us-

Gia/Monica/Sam/Mao: CLOUD!

Cloud Matsuda: (Giggles) What? It’s not like it’s going to be the first ti-

Monica Vaughan: (coughs) Here we are! Center of the dance floor!

Samantha Garza: We should’ve never pre-gamed…

(All five women get into a circle and spend the night dancing with each other while taking the occasional drink at the bar. After dancing with a few of the locals, Cloud takes her entourage followed by a couple of admirers to a VIP area where everyone sits down to enjoy some bottle service. Cloud gestures for a young dark-skinned local to take her phone.)

Cloud Matsuda: Before I forget I think I need to cut a promo on this bitch, Diantha. Are we live streaming Rodrigo?

Rodrigo: Yes Ms. Matsuda.

Cloud Matsuda: Mrs. I’m a married woman after all. Well, it’s time to do what I do best-

Samantha Garza: Talk your shit.

Cloud Matsuda: TALK. MY. SHIT!

Locals: TALK! YOUR! SHIT!

Cloud Matsuda: Di, Di, Di. I watched that little student film project you call a vignette earlier. It’s cute and all, but just like your fighting style, you left plenty of holes in your argument. Allow me to educate you on what it means to be a TRUE champion. First off, yeah I’ve lost as much as I’ve won. But what’s important are the lessons you learn each time you fall. I apply hose lessons to my future battles which is why when I do win? I win fucking big. Yeah I could never beat Aria. She beat me once…in the one match I never wanted to fight her in. When we did fight…neither of us could get one over the other. Know what her record is against me? 1-0-2. Two fucking draws, sweets. One in a ladder match back on Empire and of course our famous encounter at Boiling Point. But, there are some things more important than victory - yes, this is coming from yours truly. Aria is family. And when we teamed together and were defeated by Azumi we figured it was time to bury the hatchet once and for all. By the way, you said I couldn’t beat Natalie!? Bitch, where were you during Final Destination 3!? Not only did I beat her but I got her girlfriend fired for doing a shitty job. Just like you did a shitty job of keeping the women’s championship in your hands. Just like you did a shitty job of protecting Niki Kahn.

Samantha Garza: OOF.

Gia Cervantes: Diantha! I have nothing to do with this! Llorona, Aria, Mr. Oasis sir-

Cloud Matsuda: They won’t fire you Gia. You’re too valuable. Also, I’d sack you and hire you for my own endeveaurs. OWA would take the biggest L of 2022 if that happened. Speaking of Ls, another shitty job Diantha has done was trying to convince me that she’s a threat to my reign. Is the OWA Women’s Championship hard to obtain? Yes, especially after I failed to capture it at Boiling Point. But was I successful?

Locals: SIM!

Cloud Matsuda: There you have it, Di. The court of opinion makes it judgment. Just like they judged you unworthy of being the Ace of Odyssey. But yet, you dare accuse me of being a sellout!? You claim my concern for ratings, endorsements, and sponsorships are somehow not pure!? This is how I know you’re an idiot Diantha, but it’s not your fault. There’s been plenty of types who think money doesn’t matter so allow me to address the entire industry at once in s way everyone can understand: OWA is a business. Pro wresting is a business. Businesses need revenue in order to function. Putting on shows can be expensive so we live or die on TV deals and sponsorships to cover operations cost. Those people who set up your pyro? They get paid. The people who build the ring? They need to get paid too, sweets. Everyone from the road agents to the fucking doctor who’s gonna patch up your wounds after I kick your ass NEEDS. TO GET. FUCKING. PAID! I don’t know why pro wrestlers are so obsessed with this monk mentality when our entire freaking living revolves your fucking each up for COLD. HARD. CASH. I’m I proud of my craft? Sure! Buy my dojo? The place I train myself and others to make their way into the business? That doesn’t exist without money. So close your Little Red Book and get off your Iron Curtain sweets, because…

(Cloud gestures her hand as the DJ changes songs…)

Cloud Matsuda: Cash rules everything around me. Or in your case Diantha, Cloud rules everything around YOU. And that’s what upsets you, sweets. You claim to respect and understand me but you don’t know now the first thing about it. It’s because you never believed in it in the first place, sweets. ‘Trying hard’ only gets you so far. Sacrifices can make miracles happen but you must ask yourself: what will you give up to ascend to the next plateau. I made the wrong choice countless times only to realize that I didn’t need to give up those around me to move forward. The people you see here around me gives me strength. Monica’s love, Mao’s wisdom, Sam’s tenacity, and Gia’s creativity as she calls my matches keeps me going. And then there’s you, sitting in Sao Paulo like an abandoned orphan. Where’s April? Erica Ford? That alliance with Jonetta? Banshee? Those aren’t real relationships, sweets. When was the last time you saw your brother? Your screaming about how you were homeless and shit like reenacting Fievel Goes West or some shit. I keep telling these hoes that this isn’t a Disney story…it’s like. Wrestling for ham sandwich struggle meals doesn’t make you stronger…it makes you a sucker. That’s why I stayed in school and got my degree because if this wrestling shit didn’t work out I’d just work like a normal person, damn. Like I love this business but now I see how much it corrupted people. And I can see clear as day how much I contributed to that toxicity. Like fuck man, are we really that bad? Do we like send the wrong message or some shit? Kids look up to us! I’m a violent bisexual who drinks and hits on people with their wife! I’ve called people of the fairer skin crackas and I think I was engaged to like Cthulhu or whatever. Like…I’m not a role model. But, I don’t control who looks up to me. Neither do you, Diantha. Anyone who believes in you is going to face a life of disappointment. That’s because you don’t give them the entire message, sweets. But hey, I get it. You don’t got your shit figured out either. It’s like the blind leading the b lind over here.

(Cloud sighs and shakes her head.)

Cloud Matsuda: Nobody told you go mutilate your body, Diantha, Nobody said “if you suck dick for crack rocks, one day the world will love you”. I don’t know who pissed in your Cheerios sweets, but you need to stop blaming people for your problems. You demand respect but only own up to half of your bullshit!? You should’ve been a poliican, Di. You would’ve done quite well for yourself. Yes I believe my presence influence others, just like those who came before me were my inspiration. You know who was one of my biggest influences!? You know him quite well in fact! Carlos Rosso wasn’t afraid of anyone. This man fought anyone, anywhere, and did it with his pride held high! Even when HE was defeated by Aria in one of his final matches, Carlos gave her props and left the ring with his head held high with no regrets. Hat’s a man worthy of respect. Speaking of which, did you know SNK gave me their blessing to use the “Queen of Fighters” moniker? And the ‘Cloud’ has NOTHING to do with Final Fantasy! With all the time you’ve spent with your head up my cooch I’ve figured you’d know that! Now the ‘Final Heaven’ signature? Aight, you got me there, sweets. But even a broken clock can be right twice a day. I joke about shit because I’m very self aware about how ridiculous our lives are, Di. We travel the world fighting for cash and accolades. Diantha! We’re fucking fighting game game characters! Seriously! We’re living, breathing Street Fighters! HALF OF THE ROSTER FOUGHT THROUGHOUT TIME AND SPACE LAST YEAR! KENNY DRAKE LITERALLY KILLED A GOD! FUCK! ARATA IS A GOD! Like what!? You know what, Diantha!? I apologize.

Monica Vaughan: Wait what!?

Cloud Matsuda: Nah, like we’re wrong. Like Diantha and I are BOTH wrong! We have the wrong idea about all of this! Life IS a fucking anime! Like Mon! Mao! Think about what our lives been like these past couple of years! I mean...is any of that shit normal!?

Mao Ichimichi: Uh…not really? Shit seemed more together when I was managing Carlos.

Cloud Matsuda: Exactly! Shit’s weird nowadays! Ninjas are shooting Hadoukens like it’s a normal Tuesday or some shit! I fought Abholos in my head for thirty days straight in the freaking Astral Realm! Like…huh!? So if Arata can claim godhood, then I AM the Queen of Fucking Fighters! If Kenny Drake can beat death, then me making it to Final Destination with this championship intact feels that much ore possible! If everyone else gets to be immortal and shit then I can walk out of Japan with this belt on my shoulder as the best women’s wretlser in the world! You want to get in my way Diantha!? Then I dare you, I double fucking dare you to do the one thing it took your buddy April two fucking years to finally get right. We talked so much shit the past week I’d like the think we both know what we’re getting ourselves into, sweets. And if Nas gets to have pink hair and god powers well…I guess I am women’s wrestling. And not just me. Alyssa Grace is women’s wrestling. Aria Jaxon is women’s wrestling. Azumi Goto is women’s wrestling. Liz Karlson, Rebecca Brookes, Banshee, hell even Jonetta’s shiesty ass. They’re all women’s wrestling. Odyssey is women’s wrestling. And you too can be women’s wrestling Diantha- FUCK!

(Cloud crosses her arms and shakes her head.)

Monica Vaughan: What’s wrong, baby?

(Cloud shakes her head, refusing to say anything. Gia smiles and places a hand on her shoulder.)

Gia Cervantes: You want to bring Diantha back to the light…don’t you?

Cloud Matsuda: (mumbles) Fuckinganimebullshit…

Gia Cervantes: It makes sense, right? She’s Carlos’ sister and you love Carlos. He’s like family to you-

Mao Ichimichi: He is family.

Gia Cervantes: Exactly! So Diantha’s family! Deep down inside you know this, Cloudy. So just like you did with Liz Karlson, like you did with Aria when she was with Phantom Troupe, you’re going to have to bring Diantha back into the light-

Cloud Matsuda: Fuck!

Samantha Garza: Hmph. Like it or not Stephanie, a Queen must attend to her subjects. Even the unruly ones.

Cloud Matsuda: S-stop streaming Rodrigo…

(Cloud grabs the phone and walks away. Monica tries to go after her, but Sam grabs her hand.)

Samantha Garza: Stephanie knows how this has to end. Give her time to figure it out. If there’s anything I respect about your wife is her ability to accomplish anything once she realizes what she has to do. Until then, I suggest giving her some space to sort it out.

(Cloud made her way outside where she stared at her phone in frustration. It just hit her. Everything she went through in the past, the things that once haunted her now corrupts Diantha. This wasn’t just about beating Diantha, but making her see what she saw. She wanted to ‘purify’ the business of pro wrestling. Even Banshee was beginning to know and understand where Matsuda was coming from. But Diantha? She was deep in the hole. She owed it to Carlos to bring Diantha back. Even if she couldn’t stand the former champion, she couldn’t win this fight with hate. She had to remind Diantha the joy of competition, the love o women’s wrestling, but in her current liquor-fueled state she wasn’t sure on how to go about it. Cloud took out her phone and decided to send Diantha a voice message via a DM, with words only her and her opponent would know.)

Cloud Matsuda: Fuck, Diantha. Sometimes shit just hit you like a ton of bricks. It’s difficult for me to say this but, I don’t wanna hate you. Oddly enough, you’re kinda…like family to me. We never really talked much, but I hold Carlos close to my heart. And I’m sure deep down inside he wants the best for you. But, competition is what it is and I know in my heart of hearts I’m doing this for the right reasons. Maybe you disagree with me - and probably do - but it is what it is. Main eventing a show as large as Final Destination has been number one on my checklist. Over time I realized what that can accomplish for women’s wrestling and the opportunities that’ll be presented towards future generations. You may not see where I’m coming from and may think of me as a selfish glory hog. Hell, maybe I am. But this changes the game. But allow me to offer a piece of advice sweets: If you want to walk into Japan with my title, you’re not going to win with blind rage. Trust and believe. I’m more focused than I’ve ever been in a while, Diantha. I have an an end goal and between us? You won’t have to worry about me much longer. But you won’t be the one to make that happen. You’re not the one, Di. Not in the state you’re in. And if I have to hurt you to bring you back to reality, then so be it.

(Cloud sends the message and sighs to herself. She takes one last look at the Copacabana nightlife before heading back into the club.)

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

final girl //clash oo3 February 22nd 2022, 10:57 pm by **Rebecca Filth**

“Chaos. That is the future for us all. In just a few days we still step inside the squared circle and have no bloody idea what will stand before us. Or who. It’s a game of chance. A game of fucking Russian roulette. When you place the cold steel of the revolver to your temple will you burrow a bullet so far into your brain that everything goes black? Or will you be one of the lucky ones? There’s no time to let the anxiety boil up inside of you. No time to wonder. You just have to pull the fucking trigger and squint your eyes real tight and see what comes out the other end. Death or will you live to fight another day? Live to see another competitor march down to the ring. Just to be forced to hold that steel up to your head and play the game all over again?

The Clash is not straight forward. It is not simple. It's like a car crash moving in slow motion. Steel and asphalt colliding. Metal twisting and trajectories changing every moment. Unsure where it will end up and what kind of destruction will be left in its wake. Or who will survive at the end. This is not a match you can prepare for. This is not an opponent you can study. All you students of the game? This match isn’t for you. Your wrestling style will only take you so far. It doesn’t matter who trained you or for how long. Technical masters and submission queens will not flourish. A match like this is all about thinking on your feet. It’s about gauging the field in front of you. It’s about survival. And instinct. It’s about seeing the chaos before you and jumping in with both feet. You can’t hesitate. You can’t second guess yourself. You have to trust your gut. And have a gut worth trusting.

You have to be the kind of person that wants to thrive in the chaos. And I’m sure you know where I’m going with this. If anyone in this match understands chaos, it’s me. If anyone has no fucking fears it’s the woman with nothing to lose. A woman who doesn’t need to win this match. A woman who shouldn’t even be breathing today. My entire life has been dodging bullets and dicks while trying to survive. I was born into chaos and I learned to thrive in it. I never knew where I would lay my head or what would fill my belly. I’ve slept on the streets, in strangers' beds and inside the walls of prison more times than I can count. My days weren’t planned. Routine was never part of my life. When you’re Rebecca Filth you just wait and see what shit gets thrown at you that day and you go with it or you fucking die. There is no other option. I had to learn to adapt. To survive and thrive in the chaos and the uncertainty. It’s what has created the perfect specimen standing in front of you. A woman who refuses to die. A fucking cockroach that will be impossible to get out of this match. Someone who isn’t trying to prove shit. Someone who will climax in that ring when she watches all the light flicker out of your pretty little eyes. When I watch your sorrow sink in. When I wait for my moment to strike and pull off the upset of the fucking century.

Being overlooked is annoying, sure. But I know what I’m capable of. I’ve displayed it week in and week out in this fucking place. And now that I’ve recovered from being disappointed, I’m looking forward. To the shit eating grin that will plaster my fucking face when you cunts are forced to watch me stand tall above you all. How will it feel when you overlooked me all week, only to watch me do the fucking unthinkable and take away a title opportunity that you have only dreamed of? The egg that will be on your fucking face. That will be priceless. When you all realize that you had the capability to win. It was right in front of you, but you overlooked the whore. You decided that I was beneath you. You decided the hierarchy on Odyssey was real and you overlooked the only REAL challenger among you. Silly, stupid girls. Too dumb to see what’s right in front of you. But I’m used to no one seeing me. I’m used to people acknowledging what I’ve done only to tell me I still don’t belong. I never will. Too dirty. Too filthy. Not PG enough or soft enough. But somehow, someway, I force myself to fit. I took a jagged piece of glass and I cut myself a place on this roster and I FORCED respect to come from the yaps of my opponents. I forced bitches to see me or get kicked directly in the fucking face. At the Clash of the Titans. I will not be denied. No one will be able to tie me up into a neat little box and keep me at the bottom of the roster anymore. They won’t be able to keep me away from the bitches who have been protected at the top. It’s a free for all and in all that chaos, I will finally have the chance to get my hands on women who are seen as legends. Former champions. Pillars. The respected stars of the pink brand. Finally I will be able to stand toe to toe with your celebrated cunts and wrap my pretty little claws around their fucking neck. And when I am able to stand toe to toe with your stars, the world will be forced to see what I already fucking know.

That I more than belong. I am not just some low level cunt. I am the MOST DOMINANT BITCH this brand has ever seen. And at the Clash, you will all be forced to come to terms with that simple fact.

Your wants and desires won’t carry you through to success. Your petulant little beliefs that this is your destiny won’t make you the winner, Liz. I thought Rin was supposed to be our resident fucking fortune teller? No one knows what their destiny is until it happens. And only complacent bitches like you would leave this shit up to fate. I don’t believe in the stars. The only bitch I believe in is myself. When I want something, I don’t wait for destiny to place it before me. I fucking take it. And in just a few days I’ll be taking YOUR moment Liz. I’ll be taking your destiny and shoving it so far down your throat you’ll look like a feature on my OnlyFans, choking and gagging at my feet. It won’t be the first time. And that strikes a real chord in you, doesn’t it Lizzy? You sounded really fucking angry about that loss, still. A loss you claim was when you were at your lowest. But if that was the case, it wouldn’t be such a burden on you. We both know the success of my reign and your subsequent failures since losing this belt eats at you day after day.

That’s why you had no real flaws to pick at. Just schoolyard insults and the insinuation that you had been through some sort of fucking war. I couldn't have survived what you’ve been through? What? A Goddesses Championship match? A world title match? Bitch don’t act like you’ve been through the fucking trenches. YOU HAD A CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH. You bitches are all so fucking dramatic. Acting like you’re out here defending the flag. Like you’re dodging bullets and fighting off armed forces. Calm the fuck down, Liz. I’ve BEEN a world champion. I’ve fought bitches like Cloud and I’ve beaten the Goddesses Champion. And I didn’t have Graham Baker or Scott Oasis to help lift me up to heights I didn’t deserve. I dragged my ass to where I am by my fucking self. And that kills you doesn’t it? That I scratched and clawed my way up. That I had all the odds stacked against me and even with the path fucking cleared for you you couldn’t compete against me. You couldn't hold a fucking candle to me even when this company put you on a fucking pedestal. Even when you had every fucking advantage at your disposal. You’re a disgrace and inside, you know it.

I’m not the dime a dozen bitch. You are. Most of you are. You, Rebecca Brookes, Dulce Torres. All fucking interchangable.

Unsurprisingly, our resident mom Dulce didn’t mention me. Instead she came out here to tell her kids how proud she is of them and how she hopes they do super great. Before proclaiming she’s gonna whoop their ass. Sounds about right. Like April, Dulce’s star is falling. She was a pillar of this company. But now? It’s been over two years since you’ve been in the World title picture, Dulce. You may be surviving in the Goddess division. But for how long? It’s pretty clear to the world that you are just here for the nostalgia factor. To get the people to their feet and cheer for someone who used to be a big deal. But you’re on the downswing of your career, Dulce. Your status as one of the most decorated women on Odyssey? It’s cute. But it won’t last for long. Because the girlies today are doing it like you never could. New faces are emerging and you will be left in the dust.

Just like my friend, April. Another bitch who sounds super MAD that I beat them. You girls lose so fucking often. Haven’t you figured out how to cope with it by now?! You are literally losing at 100% right now. Your record is ABYSMAL bitch. Since you’ve come back to Odyssey all you’ve done is stick yourself in my fucking path and get run through. And since then you haven’t bothered to lift a fucking finger and have a match. Nah. Just coasting on your shitty legacy, eh? Collecting losses and sloughing them off like it’s nothing. But April Song will always get picked first. She will always get handed another title shot based on name alone.

That’s why you can so fucking stupidly stand there and tell me that beating you doesn’t make me special?! First of all, I was special long before I ever crossed paths with you. Second of all, do you know what types of bitches will tell me winning a match doesn’t matter? BITCHES WHO CAN’T WIN FUCKING MATCHES. Aka, you! You were so fucking confident that week and I made you eat your words. Fucking accept it, April. I had your number then and I'll have it again this week. If winning doesn't mean anything to you then why the fuck are you even here?! What’s the point, April? You gonna win this match just to march your ass into a Final Destination main event and SHRUG at the result? Jonetta’s right. You’ve gone soft. You’ve lost your edge. Maybe I beat out the last bits of fight that you had left in you. Your drive is gone. Your fight is gone. You’re just going through the fucking motions. Trying to collect accolades to beef up what little career you’ve had. So when you finally can’t get inside that ring, when your body starts to fall apart even more, you can pretend at one point in your life that you were special. But we all know the truth, April. You are the kind of bitch who flourished in an era with minimal competition. When less was expected of women. When the field wasn't stacked.

This won’t be like clashes of the past. This year it's bigger than ever. It’s more competitive than ever. And this year you’ll be forced to realize how much gas you’ve got left in the tank. You’re running on empty. You’re nearing the end. Better to give up now before you jump the shark entirely and the world has to watch you fall apart and disintegrate in front of their very eyes. No one is afraid of you this week, April. And you don’t get to walk back into Odyssey with ONE match under your belt, a loss at that, and try and cash your cheque to Final Destination. Your chance was years ago. It’s the Filthy Era now.

You may have Revy in that ring with you and we all know you’ll stick together. But who will turn on who first? Which one of you will see your opening and take it? I’m not sure either of you trust each other enough to take the other to end. Will you try to get to the final two together? Or will Revy be so fucking hellbent on avenging her one true love, Aria Jaxon, that she forgets the task at hand? She is not exactly the brightest bulb in the box. She wants us all to believe that she is just trying to throw us off the scent right? Maybe she’s just playing dumb and coy. Maybe she’s feigning a lack of focus so that we will all write her off and underestimate her. Cute. Would be a GREAT strategy if she didn’t just sit in front of a camera and announce that to the entire roster? Like I said, clearly not the brains of the fucking operation! Truly, I don’t care what your plan is Revy. You have demonstrated that you don’t quite have the skill to pull off a plan all that intricate.

You may be the only other woman in this match who comes close to how unhinged and chaotic I am. I agree with that. You’re not all there. But I’m unhinged and chaotic in like, a cute way. In a calculated way. In a devious way. You’re chaotic like a fucking toddler is. There’s no thought. No intentions. Just insanity. And that’s fine. But it’s not the same as me. And chaos or not, you have a target on your back Revy. You can try and downplay yourself on this roster. Try and throw us off the scent. But you can thank your own Queen Aria for painting a target on your back. She has kept you in the main event of this roster for the past six months. You’ve had title match after title match. You’ve had opportunities some of us could only dream of. And why? Because Jonetta crossed you? Because you were in your feels? Well those feels will be real hurt when you get dumped over the top rope and realize that your goals of headlining Final Destination are fucking gone. And it will be because people have seen the opportunities you’ve received and we want them. We’re sick of people like you getting handed everything just to fail in front of the world and shrug your shoulders. Just like your friend April. It’s time for a fresh face to emerge. It’s time to give the people someone new. And it’s time to ensure that the same bitches don’t float their way to the top like bloated corpses yet again.

And speaking of bloated corpses, I guess I have to yet again talk about the bitch everyone won’t stop talking about. But someone who barely mentions me. Jonetta. Our former champion. A woman held with high regard on this brand. A lot of people look at you and see a shoe in to make it to the end of this match. Someone who will undoubtedly make an impact in the Clash. But I think you’re letting your own fanfare get to your head. You’re not a champion anymore, Jonetta. You’re not guaranteed your spot at Final Destination. And Dollhouse isn’t here to help you retain your relevance. You’re on your own. With the biggest target of them all painted on your back. You’re the one to beat. The woman who just lost her belt to Cloud. A woman who was embarrassingly pinned by Revy in the Promethean Chamber. Couldn’t even make it to the final two in your demise. But somehow, the girls in the back still fawn over you. Still act like you are some fucking immortal being. I don’t buy into the hype. I just don’t see it. And this week? You’ve shown me that your own arrogance will be your downfall. If the Banshee doesn't get to you first.

You see, you think that being a champion is what YOU were as a champion. Always on the defense. But if you’d been paying attention you would know that I am no cookie cutter bitch. I am not always on the defense. I haven’t forgotten for a fucking second what it’s like to fight for my fucking life. I haven’t had a life of luxury like you. I don’t ever get to let my guard down and fucking coast. I also don’t need some fucking unattainable drive to win this match. I just need ONE elimination. One moment. That’s what this match is. It’s not about endurance or skill. It’s a sequence of small moments that culminate in victory. I don’t need drive. I don’t need the chase. I simply need to survive. I need to stay alive. And if you think I’m above rolling my sexy ass out of that ring and waiting for my moment? Waiting for you bitches to forget I even exist? That’s the thing with this match. You gotta be sharp as a tack. Like you said, it’s frenzied. Chaotic. You need to keep your head on a swivel. And with so much going on? You’ll all forget I’m even in the match. Like most of you fucking cunts have this week. And just like you are now, you’ll write me off. Forget about me. And I will slip back into that ring and take what is mine!

Remember, I have no morals. As Rin would say, I’m gross. Just a disgusting whore making a mockery of… myself? For a bitch from the future you sure do lack understanding. It’s funny how you say you don’t judge but then decide that people who sell their bodies are making sacrifices. Are doing something out of desperation. I’ve been selling my pussy since I was 12. And I did it before OnlyFans. When I had to crawl underneath sweaty businessmen who wanted to get their rocks off. I did my fucking time on the street. I sacrificed like you could never imagine. I am not mocking anyone. That’s YOUR judgement seeping through. You’re projecting Rin. Everyone sells their body. From the people slaving away at Amazon to all of us, who have sold our body to this business to be broken and bruised. I’m not pretending to be a whore. I am a whore. And I’m damn proud of who I am. I have spent my life being looked down on. I don’t see being a whore as something degrading or awful. I am reclaiming that word and wearing it as a badge of honor like a fucking scarlet A.

Why are we talking about this anyways? Because it’s easier for you to preach about my disgusting nicknames instead of actually figuring out what I am capable of inside that ring? If you’re from the future don’t you like, already know who wins this match? Just wondering.

Speaking of fortune tellers, we have The Banshee. A woman who has declared this her match to lose. A woman who snarls in the face of competition and wants to strike fear into the hearts of many. She roars and the women cower. But to me? It sounds like nothing more than a whimper. You asked me what my reign of terror entailed, Banshee? Sorry maybe you missed it when you were too busy being Jonetta’s bitch. But it’s a reign you’re unfamiliar with. I don’t play with the lights or threaten bodily harm that is unrealistic. I do something you could never do. I win titles. And then I defend them over and over and over again. Four times to be exact. In singles matches. In multiman clusterfucks. I defy odds. I break records and I keep the fans at the edge of their fucking seats. Like I said, you wouldn’t get it, Banshee. My reign of terror isn’t proverbial. It’s real. Tangible. It’s gold wrapped around my waist tightly. It’s women vying for a chance to dethrone me and failing time and time again. Just like you have failed to capture any title that has been dangling in front of you.

It’s ironic that a woman who has never held a belt really has the audacity to stand in front of the camera and talk shit on my reign?! It’s always the bitches with nothing to their fucking name, isn’t it? I’m devaluing this belt. Wow. Original. I have literally NEVER heard that before. Nothing like ignoring all literal facts to try and belittle me, Banshee. If I was a lesser woman, I might just believe you. But I am confident in my reign. I am proud of what I have done with this belt. I am the most dominant and longest reigning champion currently on this fucking brand! I did what you never could. I have defended this title against EIGHT other women. Women who would kill for the reign I’ve had. This isn’t luck. This isn’t some flash in the pan reign. I am no paper champion, Banshee. I’m the real motherfucking deal. And I know it kills you inside. To watch me shake my ass and desecrate a title that you will NEVER hold. It kills you to know that a whore with no care in the fucking world was able to surpass you. To have accolades you NEVER will. Does it keep you up at night? Does it eat you up inside? I hope it does. And it will for sure after the Clash. When you have to sleep at night knowing that your title match isn’t coming. That your Final Destination moment is gone. All you’ll have left are your own demons and a burning rage for Jonetta Stone. I hope that keeps you warm at night.

This is my moment. I know none of you see it. You know when you watch a horror movie and there’s that one girl that makes it? She’s usually hot and blonde. A little inexperienced. She doesn’t always know what she’s doing. The odds are stacked against her. She’s being hunted down. There is chaos surrounding her. And there’s a moment when it looks like she won’t make it. But somehow, someway. She survives. She scrapes through by the skin of her fucking teeth.

The final girl.

And you’re looking at her. Your final girl of the Clash of the Titans. Rebecca motherfucking Filth. Fight as hard as you can. Fight with all your might. Give it your all. But just like the final girl. Just like a cockroach, no matter what happens, I can’t be killed.”

VaeVictisBD, Diantha Rosso, Matsuda, Alyssa Grace, The Banshee and Noah Reigner have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 22nd 2022, 10:01 pm by **Dulce Torres**

“Does Dulce Torres need another shot at Clash of the Titans?”

Let me convey some argument right there, Liz. Not out of pure disrespect, but I love playing the role of devil’s advocate. I love being able to look at things from another perspective. It allows me to be open-minded. It allows for me to be able to see things that not many individuals in my position would be able to see. Now, the question from you, Liz is: “Does Dulce Torres need another shot at Clash?” The keyword is “need.” Well, the first year I participated in this match, it could be debated on whether I needed to take part in the match, but why does being the Goddesses Champion, stop me from adding another accomplishment to my arsenal? Natalie commended me on my greed because even she thought that I didn’t need to be part of the match. Does anyone with an Athena’s Cup or a championship need to partake in this match? Does anyone with some golden opportunity in their grasp need to bother with competing in the Women’s Clash? Dulce Torres in the first Clash didn’t need to participate, but it didn’t hurt too. In the second Clash, I was more than excited to redeem myself from the wrongs of two years prior. Now, did I need to participate in the match? Yes, and there was always that want to redeem me. Things were a little tough for me at that point, but I continued to march forward even when things looked unclear to me. That's always been the type of person I am. Now, do I need to partake in this match yet again? Yes; one-hundred percent, Liz. Is there a need for me to get another opportunity at Clash? YES, in my case, I would think so. For one, it would get those naysayers to stop looking at me as someone who’s peaked or taken a fall from grace. It makes them realize that I am not defined by my failures, but what I can do inside the squared circle. Two, I’ve been a runner-up in the two Clashes that I've participated in and it lights a fire underneath me, it makes me want to redeem myself that much more. It makes me want to not accept my role as the runner-up and to be the winner of the entire thing. It’s been a tough season and it’s left me with a lot to be desired. With the ever-progressing Odyssey brand, it makes me that determined to make sure that I keep up with some of the newer women. There's no doubt that I can take a lot of these women to the limit. Liz, I can look at you, what you’ve gone through, and realize that while it would be nice for you to get another shot at the Stephanie Matsuda/Diantha Rosso or even Alyssa Grace, I’ve been in the shadows a little too long from my liking. I’ve been letting other people get their opportunities to shine, but it’s time for “The Originator” to headline another Final Destination.

Now, April, I have the utmost respect for you and how you've managed to push yourself each time that you've stepped foot inside the ring. I’m more than a “mainstay” on the Odyssey brand. I am “Miss Day One.” I am one of the pillars who carried the Odyssey brand on her back, along with Diantha Rosso, someone who you are more than familiar with. While it makes me sad that Diantha has gone down a path I wouldn't want her in, she could more than prove me wrong if she manages to defeat Stephanie. I am one of the most decorated women on this brand. At least, that's what I’ve been told and after sitting and reflecting on that claim, I always appreciate these accomplishments with everyone because, despite all of that, there are people who choose to ignore that. There are people who choose to look at this season rather than my entire body of work. It's better than a lot of the women on Odyssey and while I haven't had the greatest of luck as of late, has it made me wonder if I need to conform to the newer ways to approach things? Do I need to be this ruthless, mean person if it means getting myself just a tiny fraction of power? Llorona as the sole General Manager, Diantha with a shot at the OWA Women's World Championship, you look at Rebecca Filth and the Openweight Championship, Jonetta Stone, the Banshee, etc. It makes you wonder do I need to change my whole mentality? Do I need to change what has worked in the past, so I can get just a tiny amount of success these days? Do I need to leave what made Dulce Torres a household name and be a mean person? Well, do I, April? That's never crossed my mind until you pointed that out briefly and I disagree with you and I disagree with you in the most respectful way possible. Not everyone is created the same. Not everyone is created equal. Not everyone needs to go down a dark path to find some light. I am fully confident in my skills that I don't need to find myself going down that dark path. It might work for Diantha, but it wouldn't work with me. I have always prided in remaining myself through the toughest of times and nothing is going to change with that. Although, that doesn’t mean that I don't get angry at times. Sometimes, my emotions get the best of me. In the ring, my emotions have gotten the best out of me, but that's what creates some of the most emotionally driven stories. It's those types of things that gravitates people to our product and if I'm not doing it for me, I'm doing it for the fans who have stuck with me since day one and it would be a shame to let them down again, but I will continue to be the example that Odyssey desperate needs and that's “nice girls don't finish last” and with a lot of these people who would attest to that, I’ll show them that just when they've written me off, they'll have to write me and this time, in the history books.

“I miss Aria!"

Same, Revy, same. I hope that Aria is doing well. Having a child on the way is a huge responsibility and I’m hoping to be invited to the baby shower. If not, I can always leave her present on her doorstep. I wouldn’t want to protrude or insert myself in somewhere that’s not needed. Okay, so, Revy, I’m not sure if this cuckoo for Aria Jaxon is nothing more than a mind game or if you genuinely do miss her, but I’m not going to put too much focus on that. Now, you are a nice girl. Teaming with you was an interesting experience and despite the loss, I don’t hold any of that against you. You are someone who has been trying to gain traction for herself, but she does so in a way, where things don’t normally end well for her. You have been known to bring things like flashbangs into matches and blowing up the competition - or at least, that's the goal whenever you are in these matches, but things are different with you these days, right? It’s funny because of the whole Demo Corps situation and how it was used for Jonetta to catapult herself into the main event of Final Destination. There is a part of me that still hasn’t forgotten about you being on the opposing side when this beef between the two groups came to be. While I don’t hold any grudges against you, you seem like you're struggling with yourself a bit. I know it's bold of me to make an accusation like that, but I look at you and I see you as someone who really has no clue who to cling onto these days. Ever since the Demo Corps situation imploded - like EVERYONE knew it would happen - you have been looking for something to cling onto. Maybe, you looked at Aria as that answer, but what now, Revy? You can do the whole “I’m a loner” shtick, but Clash of the Titans is a match where only one can be the last woman standing. Only one person can walk away with the opportunity to headline Final Destination and that's going to be me, Revy. I don't have any personal beef with you. I am not going to judge you for what you've done in the past, but that doesn’t mean that I am more than willing to step in the side and let you win this match. While it would feel great to get a shot at the OWA Women's World Championship and maybe, walk away as the winner, I don't think that you're mentally there in order to get the job done. I feel like there is something missing when it comes to you and it's not just the idea that you've threatened to flashbang us every two weeks Aria's not here. Girl, please, calm down and focus on Clash rather than protesting something that we can't control for ourselves. I mean that from the nice place in my heart.

Now, onto “Miss Wins Matter and Nothing Else Does” or Rebecca Filth, and honestly, there are many things in this woman that disturb me and constantly make me question going to Wednesday bible studies again like I was in high school in El Paso. Like, oh my goodness, I am disturbed. While it may be disturbing for someone like myself, it's something that she's more than confident in doing and all the power and respect in the world to her; however, that doesn't mean that I am going to shut her mouth as she constantly goes off like she’s placing her insecurities onto other people. She wants to call out people for trying to give off a superiority complex, but it seems like a pop meet the kettle situation with her because isn't that what she does whenever she finds herself on a little role? She finds herself feeling good about herself. She finds this wave of confidence that you think would be difficult for her to break down, but maybe, she hasn't been challenged enough. Maybe, she hasn’t met the right people who are more than willing to give her a run for her money. I’m aware that this is going to sound like EVERY argument that she’s had and maybe, this week alone, but I've been in a position where I was a strong champion, but the competition I was provided wasn’t challenging me as a wrestler. I could relate to Rebecca in that way, but it's easy to act all high and mighty when she's racking up victories, trying to establish her dominance, and seeing a match as amazing as this, it's going to make her motivated to get the biggest victory of her career. If she thought winning the Openweight Championship was a career-changing moment, she hasn't seen what Clash could do for her career. Natalie Cage and Diantha Rosso are two women who have gone on to make history. They have done such amazing things. Another thing about them is that they've never let losses define them. They never let loss after loss makes them lose themselves as it will inevitably happen to you, Rebecca. While you stand there with your title on your shoulder, claiming that you're going to be the one that wins Clash, how are you going to handle yourself when the exact opposite happens? How are you going to respond to the cold reality of having yourself thrown over the top rope? You, with that tiny blemish, on your record? I would like to see that, but I wouldn’t wish that on you. While a failure wouldn’t break me down, it wouldn’t be something that I'd like to happen with me. It wouldn't be part of the plans for me, but I’ll take the loss a lot better than a lot of women in my position. I am not focused on superiority. I'm focused on being the last woman standing and I'm focused on stamping my ticket to Final Destination and back to the main event.

Oh, and she speaks. Rin, I am so glad that you decided to speak, but I wish that you would have thought about your words a bit more carefully. You are wishing me to go into retirement? At the ripe age of…25. Wow, I just realized that my birthday is tomorrow and I'm going to be 26. It's amazing how life passes you by, but I’m not considering retirement anytime soon. I’m looking to continue on my wrestling career for a long, long, LONG time. There’s zero question about whether my body can hold up and honestly, are we going to body shame here? Is this what we’ve resorted to because I decided to comment about how you wouldn't have stepped up to the challenge without me calling you out? No, we are not going to go down that route Rin. We are not going to shame women on their bodies. We are not going to shame me for what I look like. Honestly, today was one of the days where I felt pretty. I did my makeup and hair. I did a belt of self-care and preached a bit about self-love and you, Rin, don't have much self-love for yourself, if you're trying to put other women down to raise yourself up. You should be ashamed of yourself. You should be embarrassed that you ever decided to go down that route, but I really don’t have many expectations from a woman who prides herself in putting down actual veterans in this company and from a mainstay like me? Well, I didn't expect you to make a smart move going into this match. If you paid attention to what April said in her word association game video, she did comment that when you get Dulce Torres mad, she can get dangerous. While I really could care less about being little leagued by someone who hasn't really proven herself in this company and yes, I mean in this company because anything outside of OWA is irrelevant to me nor should it be used as some sort of argument because if you haven't proven yourself against some of the best, Clash of the Titans is the match to do that. While it seems to be a common pattern that you've managed to irritate quite a few women here, maybe, look in the mirror and realize that the reason they're irritated with you is that you don't have a reason to be irritating and make accusations like I've "given up” on my career. Where in the world did you jump to that conclusion? I haven't given up on my career. I haven't given up on the idea that I can climb to that mountain top again. I haven't given up on myself and I believe that I will find myself in that position again. Maybe, it's going to take a lot longer than last time, but that's more than fine with me because it seems like I’m not going anywhere, but we’ll see where you are the same time next year.

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

Re: OWA Promos February 22nd 2022, 9:50 pm by **Jonetta Stone**

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(Jonetta appears before the eerie glowing mounds of termite mounds in Brazil. The click-beetles shine as Jonetta appears irritated.)

Look. Look! Watch these insects come together to shine in the dark. What gives them that right? They’re inferior to humans in every way, but yet they still have the nerve to collectively come together and shine like no mortal can. What is it that they’re trying to prove? Why is it that they want to be seen?

The biggest Women’s Clash that there’s ever been. There’s about what….14 or so women who have bothered to express themselves in this match? What are the rest of these huge numbers of women doing littering the Clash and getting exposure? What right do they have to steal camera time and shine in this big opportunity? And even among those who have spoken, most of them are scum. So why, why does every year have lesser beings coming around to be able to shine over the best talent this roster has ever had? Why can’t I win the clash?

(A bitter tone takes over Jonetta’s voice as she says that last line and looks over the mound.)

Dulce, you aren’t the only one who knows what it feels like to be the last eliminated from the Clash. Yes, it’s happened to you twice, 2019 and 2021, but there’s still one woman left. 2020, I was eliminated by Diantha while she was still hiding under her fake last name of Moreau. It was one of the most painful days of my life. Back then, I was desperate, I was the cast-off where the rest of the Dollhouse didn’t have my back anymore, and I wanted to prove myself as a singles competitor when that wretched Diantha took my innocence away from me. From that day, I never forgave her. And eventually, my hatred for her extended towards the rest of you disgusting pillars. I didn’t look forward to the last Clash, I already had my Athena’s Cup as a guarantee and my first Clash left me jaded to it all. But now that Diantha isn’t around to haunt the Clash, why is it that I am robbed of my chance for redemption by all these people that are going out of their way to ruin this match for me? Why are there Revys and Banshees after my tail at this opportune moment for me? Tell me Dulce, do you have the answer? When you were the last eliminated so often, were you able to see a glimpse of what could have changed things for us? Tell me Dulce! Why can’t we win? I can tell Dulce, you’re already prepared to lose. But I’m not. I refuse! Curse the Banshee and everyone else who is trying to make this match unfair for me! This should be my Clash, and not even you can stop me Dulce! If I run into you, I’ll make sure the only runner up that’ll be getting the job done this time around is me!

Karlson, you don’t know what it’s like to be great and denied what you know you are fully capable of getting! Deep down, you know you don’t have what it takes to be at the top of this industry. You said it yourself, you often go to companies and almost make it to the top, only for something to happen and you get knocked off. You make it sound like bad luck, like fate is a cruel thing that just likes messing with you when you’re near the top or get a one-second moment to soak in the brightest limelight, but we both know that’s not true. We all know the reason you’re always so misfortune is because you just don’t cut it. You think I haven’t heard of the name Liz Karlson? The Spitfire? There’s a multitude of wrestling companies you’ve been in that you’ve done nothing of note, and only a select few where you’ve even made to be a middle of the road competitor picking at championships in the middle of the tier lists. You’ve even failed at tag team wrestling in multiple companies. Me? I reach the top of every division and company I grace. I’m part of the longest reigning tag team champion in OWA history. I had an iconic Women’s World Championship reign that began with me being the first person to successfully cash in a championship opportunity with advance notice at Final Destination and I carried that belt to main event heights in singles matches never reached before! So this terrible record with battle royals for me, I just can’t accept it! You…..you who will all know will be satisfied to play to the crowd with your nonsense Strong Bean playful strength displays for their entertainment….. You dare question my drive??!!! I am driven by a need to live up to my capabilities and finally win a Clash that I know can win!

I will fight till kingdom comes, and that is something I just don’t think you’re capable of anymore April. I don’t know what it was that corrupted you. Was it the same connection with Moongoose McQueen that made Revy weak? Why is it that you two never look within yourselves and ask what the difference was between you two and Llorona and I? Was it ruthlessness? No we were all killers. Was it desire? No, we were always the types to know what we wanted. No, the difference is that the two of you would constantly get distracted and not fully embrace being Demolition Corps 24/7, because you had to embrace side hustles with your circle of clowns, The Demo Corps in the two of you made you threats to every single soul on this roster, but the Shin-Sekai within the both of you always made you too distracted to have the laser focus that Llorona and I had during our run together. And since we’ve all separated, the Shin Sekai has become more and more prevalent in the two of you than ever before. I even recall for a time I was champion, you choose to accept being saddled with some type of leadership role in that ridiculous organization instead of fight day in and day out to rise to the top of Odyssey. You were a non factor for months! And now I see you pampering yourself and relaxing like you’ve been doing all grand, that’s why I doubt you.

Shut up Felix, we already have a Rebecca Filth.

As for you Filth, it’s only natural I’d put the Goddess Championship over the Openweight Championship, one has been a staple of Odyssey. It’s all well and good that you and Grace keep nifty championships onto our show, but that doesn’t mean the hierarchy around here is about to be adjusted by outside forces. It’s fine that you want to sell good looks and wrestling, it’s only exposing the truths of the world. What isn’t fine is you being completely gung ho, and I do emphasize ho, about thinking you can come around selling your product on my territory without proper reverence. You’re walking the street corners I own Filth, and I’m getting a little tired with the fact you think you don’t owe me allowing you to thrive so long without me smashing your face in. Come the Clash, you might meet me for the first time if you last long enough and I’ll put you in your place real quick if you do.

Revy, you lunatic, you have taken a lot away from me. For reasons unjustified. But you won’t be taking this Clash from me. You never get the job done, so I don’t why you’re suddenly talking about world champion so that you can mess things up to bring back Aria. Do you forget she’s pregnant? That’s the main reason she’s out of here. Just do what’s right for yourself once and listen to me and Llorona. Jump out of the ring as soon as you’ve done enough to work to get some of the trash out of the ring.

Don’t think I forgot about you Yuna Kurosawa, I only let you alone because I was so stunned you’d be speaking of Valentine’s day so far away from the date, but now I’m composed enough to tell you how stupid you are. You won’t even take care of your nemesis Ruri, let alone win this match afterwards. So just eliminate yourself before you embarrass yourself.

Hana, stop letting yourself be distracted and help me and Daisy get the job done if the two of you still have what it takes.

Rin you must be smarter than I thought leaving me out of your mouth. Maybe you really are from the future and already know I’m winning this match.

Remi, Skylar, Serena, and so many others, how disappointing.

I’ve lost my patience, you’ve unleashed a wave of anger in me I haven’t had in a long time. I’ll show you how nasty and mean I can truly be when I’m pushed to my limit. I’m the woman who stands head and shoulders higher than the rest in this contest. I’m going to make sure you bugs stop coming together and shinning under the night sky.

(Jonetta kicks through the mound she was looking at as the lights go out into darkness.)

Diantha Rosso, Arata Asakura, Alyssa Grace and The Banshee have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 22nd 2022, 9:38 pm by **Rin Asakura**

Clash of the Titans #3: Final words.

03.11.2039 Tokyo, Japan

*Arata's body, that was still alive, was placed in the dungeons on the outskirts of Tokyo. However, it wasn't much of a problem to get inside this place and see that man. Of course, that was not the case with members of The Golden Dawn. Since, their faces were very well known to everyone, so it was hard to not notice their presence. As for Arata's children, society only remembered them when they were kids, so Rin didn't have the issue with visiting him from time to time. In fact, the girl would like to come there more often. However, she was not allowed to frequently leave the district in which she lived. Her high status was quite an important factor that let her to leave that part of Tokyo at all. But why was she even coming there, knowing the reputation of her family? Theoretically, Rin didn't have to come to this terrible and sad place, but she missed her father. Even if the whole world considered him a criminal, Rin still remembered him as a good man. She still believed that he was not driven by bad intentions. Besides, it was still her father, so she wanted to have any contact with him, even if it was in one way only. The thing is that, she was ashamed to talk loudly about what she was doing or feeling at the time, because the guards were moving around. Therefore, she had the idea that she would write letters and throw them between the bars, that Arata was lying behind. Even if Rin realized that he wouldn't be able to read it, she was just feeling better with awareness that her words were close to him.*

*This time Rin also brought an envelope with a letter, but it was much more personal and had important information. Therefore, the girl wasn't sure if she should leave it there. As long as guards never touch the letters, she might be in trouble if one of them gets in their hands. Therefore the girl sat down on the dark ground, opposite the bars and took the letter out of her pocket. Then she opened it and silently began reading what she had written in the morning.*

03/11/2039

Tokyo, Japan

"Dear dad,

This is another letter that I am writing to you. Actually, I don't know if it's a good idea or if it makes any sense, since you're in a coma. However, I hope that when you wake up, you will see them all and be glad that we are still on your side. Especially since you must be aware of how many people hold a grudge against you. If it weren't like that, you'd be safe in the hospital, not in that hideous dark place. However, I, Izaya, and even Hayata have never given up our faith in you. Even when our fairy tale life turned into a real tragedy. After all, it's not your fault that society is so ruthless. Who else would doom little children to be almost orphans after their mother's death. We had to deal on our own for a very long time, but I think we managed quite well. The boys tried to find any additional work to help us survive. I also cleaned in richer neighborhoods, but these people did not trust the poor children very much. I think they were afraid that I would try to rob them. Though I would never do so, I understand their concerns. More than once I have seen children commit a crime, just so that they could eat something for the first time in a long time. However, it wasn't long since I was fired and I found another and better paid job. It doesn't matter where, but I am glad that it has allowed me and my brothers to live a better life. In fact, I have never told you about it so far, although you could have guessed from previous letters in which I talked about what I do on a daily basis. Where I was. What did I eat. Who I have met. Maybe I was skipping some parts of my day.

The thing is, that may change soon. Well, I don't know what your reaction will be to what I am about to say. However, the supreme deity itself addressed me. Izanagi made me an offer that I considered for a while and I think I made a decision. Well, it's possible for me to go back in time and try to find where you made a mistake. Perhaps it would help to change what has happened in the last few years. However, by doing all of this, I can ruin a lot of things as well. Therefore, it was a difficult choice, because by moving to a different space-time, in some way, I would gain the abilities of a god himself. Eventually, I will have knowledge about the fate of the many people around me. I could literally tell them what would happen to them if it hadn't been against the pact. And finally, I would be able to meet you. Although much younger than now and the one I remember from my childhood. Even then, it was hard for me to understand your decisions and how much value they had. This time I could take a closer look at the movements of The Golden Dawn. Besides, I would also like to personally get to know your feelings and motives for the revolution that you started. Because I believe you had good reasons for it. Moreover, as I age I begin to understand why you hate this fake and unfair society so much.

As you can see, it is very possible that we will meet really soon. You probably wouldn't recognize me, so it would be wise for me to visit you in dreams first. Speaking of dreams, this crazy journey is also about something else for me. As you know, for many years I have been watching you take the next steps in the world of wrestling. While it turned out to be cruel more than once, there were still beautiful moments that I would also like to experience. Unfortunately, these days I didn't even have a chance to try. Maybe when I go back in time, I can see what it's like to be a wrestler. And maybe I can even make you proud of me, when I win some gold. Sounds insane, but it is very important to me. Even if selfish, it seems to me that there is nothing wrong with mixing work with pleasure. That's probably all for today. I guess, all I can say is...see you later, Dad. Next time we will be talking face to face.

~ your daughter, Rin"

*The girl put the letter back in the envelope and threw it in Arata' direction. Then she got up from the ground and rubbed her glassy from tears eyes. As much as she wanted, she couldn't stay there for onger, as it was almost noon, and she had quite a long journey to the district.*

22.02.22 Tokyo, Japan

*The day before her trip to Brazil, Rin decided to take advantage of the privileges offered by the hotel, where she was staying. The one of them was the indoor swimming pool, where she went late at night, hoping no one would be there. When she reached there, she found out that she had good intuition and she could enjoy moments of loneliness. Which allowed her to relax a bit. However, she was one of those people who, even in such circumstances, would not forget for a moment about the important things, that were going to take place in the near future. Therefore, Rin's mind kept concentracion around Clash of the Titans and the competition she would have to overcome. For a moment, the Japanese woman tried to move it to the side these stressful events, but finally couldn't stand it anymore. Rin just grabbed her phone and rest it on the towel. Finally she switch on the phone camera to share her final thoughts.*

*As the shot opens, the lens immediately catches a young Japanese girl visible only from the breast upwards, as the rest of her body was immersed in the water. Rin is wearing a bright blue bikini, but the top is hard to notice. As her hands, which she is resting on the surface of the floor in front of her, are covering it. As you can see, Rin's face lacks makeup and her hair has been neatly gathered in a high ponytail, so that the pink strands don't get too wet. Before the girl starts her last message, she grabs Dr Pepper's can and takes a sip.*

It seems that some people are more irritated by my presence than I might initially think. I understand that I'm not always friendly, but I didn't think you'd take my words so personally. Actually, I would expect something like this from some rookie, but for a veteran to be provoked so easily? I feel like you should work on some relaxation technique, because you get mad very easily, April. Maybe take a few deeper breaths, because too many emotions aren't good for you. As they say in this industry, you have to be able to keep a cool head, and you're probably not the best at this. However, I'm glad that you are one of the few that understand what a big threat I am, April. If you thought I was just a stupid kid with arrogant attitude, you wouldn't even talk to me. The thing is, you know that not only am I a threat to fulfill your dreams and win Clash of the Titans, but you also realize that everything I've said about you is true. In this way, I have become your new most hated person. What an honor, but it's not the first time something like this has happened. I don't have to go into the details of my life and I actually can't do it. Well, such a deal with the gods. However, I have repeatedly met people like you, who have not been able to cope with the fact that someone, who is shorter in a given industry, is doing better and climbing to the top faster than them. I have a slight feeling that this is what torments you, when you see my adorable face. Well, congratulations, April. Perhaps I am not the only one who has good intuition.

*Rin rolls her eyes in a disrespectful manner, before moving further with a topic.*

There are a few people in this match that I haven't paid much attention to so far. Mostly it is a bunch of rookies or a waste of space. However, they probably deserve at least a few seconds of attention. So let's say I will be generous today. Yuna Kurosawa gonna be first, okay? At least I believe she was called that, unfortunately I don't remember names well. I also don't have a habit of memorizing what is insignificant, but I try. I promise! Anyway, I have noticed that a few people have called her "young talent" in the last few days. But can you really say that? Perhaps Yuna has potential, but I think the word "talent" is used too often these days. Which makes it lose its value. Do you understand what I'm trying to say, wight? Until now, this term was reserved for those who had a bright future ahead of them. Can we say that about Yuna? I'm sorry, but I don't think so. She seems to be very basic and if she trains more, maybe in a few years she will be a pretty good midcarder. However, at the moment she is in a very difficult situation. She is literally one of the weakest competitors in this match. That's why she should pray for a good entry number to draw, because I wouldn't be surprised if she broke the record of being the fastest elimination. The same could be said about this whole Yasmine. Although Yuna seems to be a little better in comparison to her. Even looking at the mental aspect, Yasmine is too much of an optimist. You can even say that she is a hopeless case of a dreamer, which is the disease of the times in which you live. Too many people think that dreams are enough to become important in the world. Forgetting about the fact that apart from willingness, you also need to have possibilities, skills and a little bit of luck. Yasmine doesn't have any of these things.

The next person I will mention is in OWA for a little longer than Yuna or Yasmine, but hasn't made much progress since the day she signed a contract. Nikita...Nakita or whatever your name is. Didn't you think that it might be wise to focus on one thing, instead of pretending to be good at everything? Because when people try to act like they are multi-talent, mostly they are mediocre in all the things that they do. This is literally your case. The only plus in this situation is that you at least know it, otherwise you wouldn't be sticking that close to Skylar. So I am really glad that you realize that you are nobody without her, although she is also no one important for the pink brand. Anyway, I am pretty sure, this is not how you imagined your career, huh? Unless being a sidekick is the peak of your ambitions.

At the end, I left someone whom many call a veteran, but I'd rather prefer to call her a candidate for retirement. How long are you going to pretend you're in good shape, Dulce? How many months are you going to act like your career didn't end more than a year ago? Because since the time, the fire you had in you while fighting Natalie Cage, is nowhere to be seen. You no longer have that willingness to be the best that Odyssey has to offer. Why? It is quite simple, Dulce. You got everything you wanted and then you gave up, thinking you have nothing more to achieve. While I can give you a little respect for your achievements, I absolutely hate you for your ignorant approach to yourself. How can you so easily give up a career that you could still develop? If you put more effort and will to fight, you would definitely jump back at your old level. However, as I can see, all you care about at the moment is the money flowing into your account. That you get for dragging your lazy ass around.

When the word "Clash" comes up, everyone's first thought is the same. Lots of chaos, aggression, insults. Both, before and after the event itself. What is amusing, all this verbal abuse is so enormous, that you get the impression that the shot at the Women's Championship is pushed to the side aside. Apparently everyone mentions something about it, but for the majority of them it is the moment to get things done with their enemies. However, by focusing on what you do not need to do, they are squandering their chances of success. So I should be glad to be here shortly and that it doesn't apply to me. While my recent words certainly discouraged many people from me, I don't think that I would call any of them enemies. At least for now. That's why, I can devote all my time, effort and attention to make myself a welcome gift and win Clash of the Titans. Which would definitely shock the world, considering the fact that this is my second match ever. However, don't you dare to assume it is impossible. My presence here shows that miracles happen, so don't doubt me, before that match even took place. If you do it, then you might experience a hell of a surprise.

VaeVictisBD, Diantha Rosso, Christopher Sabertooth and Alyssa Grace have spoken. It’s such good shit!

purpose // clash 01 February 22nd 2022, 8:32 pm by **Felix Hartley**

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NOVEMBER 2019 - SAN CLEMENTE, CALIFORNIA

She was always pale, but never this pale.

Felix looked down to see her mentor for the last 6 years. Pale… Motionless… Dead.

Encompassed in a dark oak coffin, hovering above a grave six feet deep. It was raining, which made Felix’s Louboutin’s sink into the patchy grass in the San Clemente cemetery. Every time she looked up, she was surprised to see even more people surrounding the grave. People that she never personally knew, but people that Lexi had told her about that were around 17 years ago when Lexi started her career. Her first tag team partner Anamarie Bennett and Ana’s husband Bishop with their children… Her second tag team partner and mortal enemy turned dear friend, Venus Valentine. Her first love against whom she’d wrestled countless times ending up in bloodbath after bloodbath, Gabriel Undrige. RJ Endeavour and Adam Gard, her first bosses in PCW. People from eras shortly after that began to crowd around: Her cousin Kimberly Dawn, her friend Ginny Genocide who eventually married Jamie Static and became Genesa Cattrell, along with their daughter Leona. Jamie’s brother Eddie. Gavin Masterson. Aaron Asphyxia. Shaun Galen. Matthew Crosslin. Kevin Sane. And then people who most recently found themselves in her life somehow: Tyler Wolfe and Noah Reigner.

Felix’s selfish heart fluttered. Before her was evidence. Evidence that Lexi’s career reached levels far beyond what she was willing to comprehend. Evidence that she touched the lives of many people despite being one of the most hated women in the world. Evidence that she truly was trying to bestow all of the knowledge she had on Felix and why she pushed so hard for her to be good. It was obvious that Felix had no idea the risk that Lexi undertook by mentoring her and taking a chance on her; it could’ve been anyone. There are hundreds of people looking for their comeuppance every day and there was no real reason for Felix and Lexi to meet. And although they did, and they worked in the same company, Felix was young and stupid. She was the exact person Lexi would strive to murder in cold blood, while Lexi was the type of “die-hard” that Felix enjoyed mocking every time she entered the ring. They were complete opposites; yin and yang. Platonic twin flames, they offered each other growth in all the areas they couldn’t comprehend.

Suddenly it felt like Felix’s heart dropped into her stomach when she looked up and saw the only person she was hoping never to see again: Zion Walker.

She knew that there was an investigation in its very early stages, but she wished she could do it on her own. She knew Zion killed her. She knew that Zion was the reason for Lexi’s sobriety coach’s sudden disappearance. She knew that Zion was the only person who could weasel his way back into her life at any point and manipulate the un-manipulatable. He was next level. He was her dealer since she was young and she would never admit it, but he had a hold on her that was more powerful than anything she’d ever seen - and she worked in the sex industry, where manipulating people was how you fed your family.

She also knew that Zion had been in prison for the last 10 years because of Lexi. She had always struggled with her sobriety and she knew that if she wanted to come back to wrestling and be the feared entity she was, she’d have to eliminate all of the vices holding her back. She did do the right thing…sometimes. And each day he spent there was dedicated to getting his revenge. Felix could tell in her gut. She knew that he wanted to come back into her life and eliminate all of the things helping Lexi get her life back on track. Just as she was about to secure a tournament win and earn her first Championship strap in years… her sobriety coach goes missing, and Lexi goes missing too. Only to turn up dead.

Zion had looked directly into Felix’s eyes across the cemetery. He wasn’t standing with the group, but perched himself on a nearby grave in the distance. She locked eyes with him and didn’t look away although she felt the skin-searing sensation of fear and guilt come in waves over her body. He smirked and offered a tiny wave of his hand. He knew she knew. He knew she couldn’t do anything about it. Sadly, he also knew the guilt would eat her up before he even got to taste his share of it.

What could she do?
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“What a bittersweet moment…

To make the noble decision, for once, to do the right thing. To do what people have been telling me to do since I dropped out of high school. Apply yourself. Try. Take something seriously. One of these days you’re going to realize you’ve been running on luck and then what? You’ll have no back up career, no degree to fall back on… Ugh.

You all got what you prayed for, by the way. The queen never stays at the top for long, does she? I had to endure real pain - real loss - for something to click. Everybody bitched, whined and moaned because Felix got whatever she wanted. Felix was the favourite. Felix sucks management dick to get ahead. Most of those things were true, too, and there was nothing anybody could do about it.

So I left. I did what a normal, boring person would do and I took some time for myself. I dealt with things and I took care of the business in my personal life that had been piling up behind the scenes, things that were affecting me in every area of my life including the ability to make my fucking money. Things I couldn’t ignore because they were manifesting in the ring. And I didn’t give two fucks about what happened in the ring because all I knew for the last, what, 7 years now? Was that I was supposed to get into it, win whatever match was happening inside of it, secure my bag and take the next flight out. Who. Fucking. Cares. About. Anyone. Else.

And here’s the thing - it was EASY for me. This wasn’t my “calling”. I didn’t “dream” about wrestling since I was a kid. I have no heartwarming story about my daddy and his daddy before him who pushed me into the sport. That’s stupid. I cared about money and fame. I got paid, and I got famous. I took the thing that you losers do day in and day out, you eat, sleep and breathe this crap, and I was so good at it, so effortlessly and you fucking HATED me for it. It made me so happy. I thrived off of it; I went out into the ring and made a complete mockery of what you all wanted it to evolve into. Spat on the legacy of all the “legends” before me. People couldn’t wait to chalk me up to some retired stripper who didn’t belong until shit got real and they realized real quick that talent came naturally to me, whatever it was. Trust me, I always understood the assignment. I was targeted. They TRIED to feed me to their best competition - some of which I recognize on that long, boring list of Clash competitors…

Serena Bennett, what’s good?

Definitely not your undefeated streak after that Ironwoman match with me, right babe?

Doesn’t matter, though. Water under the bridge and her weave could use a little moisture anyway. Point is, things got real for me. I did what I was never planning on doing and got invested. Invested in people, in companies, in matches… in my career. When I looked in the mirror I couldn’t recognize the stunning little fox looking back at me. I wasn’t thinking about who I was going to fuck that night or what club I was going to, or how many NBA players and MMA fighters were in my Instagram DM’s.

I was planning and plotting. I found a sisterhood in Tyler Wolfe and Remi Skyfire that meant having each others’ backs when shit got real. Tyler nearly fucking died and I wasn’t there - that fucked me up because I had never had that responsibility. I never had those bonds with people in this industry because everyone was too busy trying to eat me alive and I was too busy trying to fuck their husbands and wives for fun. I didn’t care. At all. About anybody but myself.

So you can imagine my disappointment, then, when I have this golden fucking revelation. When I get the call that my “best friend”, mentor, and trainer for the last several years was dead. Of the thousands of battles she fought, most recently with her vices, this one she just couldn’t win. It was over. And then I realized…

Shit matters. You get attached, you get invested. Then you get downright fucking angry.

Angry at myself for being nineteen and dumb, with a chest full of silicone, a head full of hot air, and no heart, running full force into wrestling. Angry at myself for thinking that I could dip my toe in and just as mysteriously as I appeared, disappear too. That I could treat it like my personal ATM; come around, cash in, and fuck off to the Maldives for two weeks while I get married on impulse and then divorced some months later because I’m bored and horny. Come around again, win a big match or two, benefit off of all the marketing because my name and my face STILL make money, and then fuck off to Costa Rica and drink ayahuasca after a threesome with Megan Fox and Machine Gun Kelly. Fast and loose, baby. And I paid the price.

But mostly… angry for giving a fuck. Every time I try to live my fucking life, I find myself back here. Each time with a little more determination, a little more clout… but never a purpose. I’m actually really fucking bitter about it. Because now there’s something to prove when there wasn’t anything to prove before; there’s this looming sense that I’m somehow responsible for carrying on a legacy that wasn’t mine just because I had a part to play in that story. And I’m angry that “personal growth” is getting in the way of me being rich on a yacht with my tits out or finally landing a Playboy cover.

Shit CHANGED. My priorities changed. My goals changed. I’m scorned for no discernible reason and I’m feeling like I want to make it Odyssey’s problem.

And on that note? I’m angry about that too. Where is my red fucking carpet? You’re telling me that OWA’s got half the staff of the CoMpANy ThAt ShaLL NoT bE NaMeD and no one planned for my arrival? Not one bitch so far has mentioned my name when we’re talking about the big ol’ clash? Twenty broads under one roof and no one thought to talk about the only one that matters? Okay. I mean damn, my salary is real fucking good but I wasn’t expecting to have to do all the work on promoting me. I might be new to OWA and Odyssey but for fuck sakes, you’d have to be born yesterday not to know who the fuck I am by now.

Am I being punished for something? Because it doesn’t seem like the treatment Felix Hartley gets - just as a side note for the people in the back. It usually goes something like: skip the boring battle royale matches that don’t mean anything because no one ever fucking remembers what happens in them anyway and people put way too much stock into how far they made it even though it’s pretty obvious that it literally doesn’t matter at all, and then go right to mid-card for a week or two, and usually by then people realize keeping me on the mid-card means no one else gets any air time so people complain, only to be told that it was only organized this way to keep the peace, and then I’m usually main eventing at that point. See how I’ve got the whole rigamarole memorized? It’s because it happens everywhere I fucking go. Classic dilemma. Too good to be opening the show, too fast to be main eventing, so where do you put me? Literally how do you handle all of this? I get it. I really do.

So I’m not offended. I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed. Being thrown into this useless match with a bunch of broads who all think they’re the best at what they do, and that could’ve easily been the case before I was announced as the 6th entrant.

It’s obvious that there’s a few names that stirred the pot. It’s also obvious who the targets are. And when I get in there, I’m going to treat this match exactly how it should be treated: like an exhibition. The shark sits back, observing the prey, doing what I do best. Reading up online and seeing who people predict the winner will be. Knowing that no matter what names come up that they’ll be nothing in no time because I’m here and now it’s a different fucking game with different contenders and a different outcome. Understanding that in the grand scheme of what I have planned for Odyssey, this match DOESN’T matter. It proves nothing. All it is, is a welcome mat for my Louboutins and a chance to see exactly where my sights need to be set to make it to the top. With PURPOSE.

That should scare you. Because I’ve never done anything with purpose. Just impulsivity and passion and fearlessness, not to mention natural talent. But never had I carried the intent to do something and that’s how you know that when I WANT to do it, for reasons that are fulfilling to me and me only and not just to make a couple of marks-turned-amateur-wrestlers shit their pants with anger every day, it’s going to hit different.

I’M going to hit different.

So fuck your legacies. Fuck your predictions. And fuck the “champions” and the women considered to be on top and feared. You had your days and I hope you genuinely had fun playing with the little amount of power you had. Because now, I’m here and I’m impatient. I don’t like not getting what I want, I don’t like losing and I don’t like not being the name in everyone’s mouth. It’s a huge narcissism problem and I’m likely not going to work on it with my therapist.

Don’t make me wait.”

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, Michael Bishop, Diantha Rosso, Matsuda, Alyssa Grace, Rebecca Filth and Krysis have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 22nd 2022, 7:54 pm by **"Killer Bee"**

Word Association

Word Association

Ladies and gentlemen, live from Rio De Janeiro, the site of this weekend’s Clash of the Titans, we have a very special game with two very special people. Clash participant April Song has agreed to sit down with OWA Hall of Famer and Clash Runner-Up winner (He’ll strangle the production crew if we don’t mention he won a Grand Rampage in front of 100,000 people in the Rose Bowl) Carlos Rosso. Please be advised that there will be strong language.

Okay! I’m April, he’s Carlos, and now we’re going to play a little game. We know how most people, myself included, like to run through the gamut of names that we know of participants that will be active in the Clash of the Titans match that I’ll be in. We’ve decided to take a nod from Pardon the Interruption’s Word Association game. We have all the names in this little bucket here that we’ll draw one at a time. I’ll pull, Carlos will answer, and vice versa. You ready Carlos?

Before we go any further I just want to say I love Brazil, I love Carnival, but I would very much like to be back in Louisiana right now with Mardi Gras parades gearing up and shit and I can’t wait to be back after this weekend is over. But yeah, let’s do this!

FIRST NAME PULLED: Serena Bennett

Hmm. The word I have for her is…Waste. That’s not much of a diss to her as a talent, but it seems like she failed to come up with some hardware here that she’s fallen off the map. She was pretty loud and in the mix before that Civil War match where Team Aria got they ass whooped, but nah And it’s a shame because I’ve seen a little bit of what she did up there in Jersey, I see the potential that doesn’t match what she’s done here. And making enemies out of people like Dulce Torres is probably ill-advised. Unless you’re a monster or a man possessed, you want to make sure you leave the possibilities of having an alliance in there open to you when you go to the Clash. But with what’s going on with her and Rebecca Brookes and Dulce, I don’t think she’s gonna stick around too long. You definitely don’t have to worry about her in my opinion.

NEXT NAME: Felix Hartley

Who?

Like, is that your word, or do you don’t even know who this is?

I’ve never heard of her. I thought it may have been an OWT name that got leaked early or something that the dirt sheets got rid of.

So, I managed to Google her up on my phone. First of all, she’s fine as fuck. Second, she wrestled up there in Jersey too, looks like around the same time Bennett was there. Won a title, a few weekly awards.

That’s wonderful. But I’ll be sure to throw her ass out too.

NEXT NAME: Yuna Kurosawa

Hmm. I don’t really know much about her, but I’ve seen a couple of her matches. I see some potential there. She’s obviously technically sound. She’s resilient, the fans have taken to her somewhat but I don’t think that she’s in a position to really make a lot of noise. She had a chance in that triple threat that was on Odyssey but she couldn’t get it done.

I tend to agree with you, C. I haven’t had a chance to wrestle her but I’ve been following her during her career in Japan. Maybe she needs something like the Clash to get her going. Maybe she needs a guiding hand.

A guiding di-

STOP IT! We’re not even through a third of the names yet. Control your horny!

NEXT NAME: NAMI

This is one I’ve been watching for a while. She’s not only become a champion, but she’s starting to understand what wrestling is all about. She has a connection with people in the crowd, she understands that she has to keep herself fit and focused. She’s got a little bit of that cockiness to her too, she’s not arrogant unlike some who will be in this match but she’s certainly confident in herself. One thing I’m curious about is that she doesn’t mention me much when she speaks. Is she worried about stepping on toes? Does she feel that she might anger me? Or does she not see a former Goddesses Champion as not much of a threat to her? I don’t know, but there is a word I’ve got for her: ascending. She’s definitely put herself in a position by getting over the hump and winning a title to stay on Odyssey for a long time.

Well, I do have to say that her story is incredible. She has absolutely turned it around from what I remember her as. I remember one time she wrestled Emmy and Emmy just had her own way with her, no challenge at all. Emmy’s gotten a lot better but I think NAMI may be one of the fastest paces of improvement in a person I’ve ever seen in wrestling. She just gets it. And you wouldn’t think it just looking at her, but she’s extremely athletic.

I think she’s one of the people that I would be the most wary to see at the end. She’s just on such a high right now and going against people with confidence and assurance in what they can do is frankly a pain in the ass.

NEXT NAME: YASMINE

That’s the big, flippy bitch, right?

Why do you have to call her a bitch?

I’m just saying! It’s not sexist or anything, I just like using the word bitch in conversation a lot. But I’ve got one word for her: tonnage.

Tonnage? What?

She’s one of the bigger girls in the damn Clash! But the weird thing is she can move as fast as any of the other girls. If she builds up any kind of momentum she’ll be a pain in the ass to stop.

I still don’t understand why you said tonnage. I don’t even think that’s an actual word.

It is! Also, she’s someone whose career I would be happy to support. YASMINE! If you’re out there, You’re more than welcome to stop by my hotel suite any time and we can discuss your career, your future, if you can make that ass clap…

MOVING ON!

NEXT NAME: Daisy Thrash

Weirdo.

Damn, that’s it?

Yes. The girl gives me the damn creeps. And this is a roster that has your homicide-obsessed sister, The Banshee, and a woman who hunts animals for amusement on it. She reminds me in some ways of Revy.

She doesn’t do flashbangs too, does she?

No, no, not that. She’s a veteran. She has wrestled all over the world. I’ve seen her in LAW, I saw her in that other place. I’ve seen some of her work here. She can do a lot of things to make things difficult and she has behaviors that can make things difficult if you’re not paying attention. I don’t think she can win this thing, but all it takes is one misstep and someone like her can cause a shock and dump out one of the “favorites”. Have to take her seriously.

NEXT NAME: Skylar Arcenaux

Schemer!

That was quick!

But that’s facts though! She’s always got a battle plan. Her and that Nakita girl always have something brewing. She’s smart, tenacious and in a match like this that’s a good combination to have. I do worry about her though if she’s got to the distance or be without her massive shield protecting her. I’ve had to go the distance before in a Clash-type situation and it’s hard. I don’t think she’s got the build or experience in a match like this to get it done, know what I mean?

I’m impressed.

Why?

Because you went through that without calling her hot and trying to help her career.

I mean….she is a lil baddie. I’m just intrigued about her as a wrestler right now.

Well, I’m glad the solitary moment in time that Carlos Rosso was not horny has been recorded for posterity’s sake. Let’s check out the next name?

NEXT NAME: Dulce Torres

This one is pretty easy: mainstay. Even though we’ve been on the opposing side of things pretty often, I don’t generally have a beef with Dulce. She’s one of the most consistent, most talented and most decorated women in OWA history. She doesn’t just survive, she thrives. Even when the PIllars got defeated, she was still asserting herself, staying near the top of the Odyssey food chain. You could argue that if it wasn’t for Diantha, Dulce probably would have a Clash win under her belt right now. I have a lot of respect for her and even though I know she doesn’t seem to be in the best of moods right now with people talking down to her, I’m more than willing to peg her as a favorite.

I disagree, respectfully. And it’s got nothing to do with Dulce’s talent. She’s great. But you have to say that Odyssey’s getting a lot meaner, a lot tougher. Look at Rebecca Filth, my little sister Di, the Banshee, Jonetta’s getting angrier and angrier. There’s a lot of tough women in this field and she is going to have to step it up a bit in the meanness department. To win matches like this and to be against people like you, like Diantha, like The Banshee at this point in time you have to have an aggressive quality we don’t see from her much.

We saw it on Odyssey though. When Dulce’s actually MAD and trying to hurt you she’s just as dangerous as anybody here, no bullshit. Her record and accomplishments speak to that. That said, I’ve never been one to back down from her or anyone else so, it’s whatever to me.

NEXT NAME: Ruri Kuzunoha

I can only think of one word for this one: Beastly. This girl is a menace, man. I’ve only seen two of her matches but I’m convinced that if she keeps at it, she’s going to be a star. She’s cold, she’s tough, she’s technically sound. She reminds me a lot of you in certain respects, April. Maybe not as technically sound yet but she’s got a mean streak a mile wide and a calmness to her at times that’s a bit jarring.

I don’t disagree. She’s gone quiet here, probably still recovering from that outstanding match she had against Rebecca Filth. But you’re right. I think a lot of the women on Odyssey should be thankful she’s still young and not quite in her prime yet because, like you said, if she commits to it I have little doubt in my mind that she could be the World Champion in, say, two or three years from now. There’s just two problems for her.

What are those?

It’s 2022, not two or three years from now, and I’m here. So it’s not happening for her as far as the Clash is concerned.

NEXT NAME: Nakita DuBov

Lightweight. Easy work.

Whoa. Hold up now. That’s 6’4’’, almost 200 pounds of woman you’re talking about here.

I don’t care. She’s weak. Her body is strong but her brain and soul are weak and nothing you’re going to say will convince me otherwise. She’s nothing more than a mediocre puppet. She should be dominating but she doesn’t have the capacity for it. I’m pretty sure I can dump her out of the Clash by myself if necessary.

NEXT NAME: Rebecca Brookes

I gotta think about this one a little bit. She was Goddess Champion for like almost 200 days, right?

More than, actually. 202.

I don’t know what to make of her. Enigma. She knows what it means to be a Champion here, but I don’t know if she can get to that next level, you know? What do you think?

She’s somebody that’s obviously got a lot of talent. I think she’s really searching for something. What I don’t know, but there just seems to be a spark that’s been missing. You can see it in the quibbling with her ex-Team Aria teammates. Something’s not there for her right now. Another time I’d maybe reach out and try to help her…sadly this isn’t the time for that.

NEXT NAME: Hana Nakajima

Well now, April. Here’s one you know REALLY well!

Yeah. Quiet. I know Hana, and she’s unusually quiet. Something is up. Like, we came up with a rule amongst ourselves that the only time when we wouldn’t take calls or texts from each other is when we’re competing against each other.

So you two wouldn’t be talking this week anyways, right?

Yes, but…I’ve seen just a little bit of what she’s going through. And I’ve tried as much as I can to help her out, you know? But something’s definitely off besides that whole being possessed deal. I think she’s plotting something.

Athena’s Cup cash-in?

It’s possible. And why wouldn’t she? Everyone who has used that thing has become a champion. Eris cherry-picked her spot after the Promethean Chamber a couple of years ago and Jonetta protected her cup until Final Destination time and won the title. I was thinking that Hana was leaning towards the latter, especially with this sudden urge to win the Clash as well. But now she’s being super quiet. Even her social media has mostly gone dark.

You don’t think she’s as enthusiastic about the Clash as she should be then if she’s intending to win it?

It’s not even that. I just know Hana and I know something’s off-kilter when I see it. But I would definitely advise her NOT to cash in on either of these two in the title match. You and I were both in the Azteca when Diantha destroyed the last person to cash in on her. And, as much as I would get a kick out of watching Matsuda get her title snatched the way she snatched the EAW Women’s World Title from me, Stephanie’s not the kinda enemy you want to make. I’ve fought her enough to know that it’s draining even without titles to be concerned about. I would just fight at Final Destination.

NEXT NAME: Liz Karlson

Passion. You can see it in her. You can hear it in her voice. She has a genuine love for wrestling and she wants to be a success. And she’s well on her way. Shit, she almost beat Cloud and you and I know April being in the ring with her that that’s an achievement in it’s own way. I mean, we’re playing this game and handicapping the field a bit so I want to ask you, what do you think is holding Liz back? What do you think that she has to do?

Control her emotions. She’s hot-blooded and eager to prove that she belongs. She truly wants to reach that next level. I can feel the anger of being disrespected with every word she speaks and in some ways I relate to that. But in the grand scheme of things she’s got to realize that emotional investment and passion are great attributes to have, but they can work against you if you get carried away. We’re in this for the ultimate prize and sometimes you just need to take a moment to breathe, keep your discipline and stay on target. That’s one of the reasons why she’s in this match instead of wrestling Diantha for her first title defense. I do recall her saying something about my body breaking down a bit and….well, duh. I’m legit old enough to be a mom to most of these women. I’m not young anymore and I’m not going to have the same powers of recovery. But what Liz may have forgotten is that I’ve had plenty of time to rest. You know how Tiger Woods, when he started to get bit by the injury bug, started concentrating on the major golf tournaments instead of going to every tournament every week? That’s my situation. I don’t care if I only have a match or two a month right now, especially if I’m going to have opportunities like the one presented to us.

NEXT NAME: Revy

Friend.

You didn’t even hesitate, April. I can tell by that look you mean it.

Yeah.

She seemed curious about how you would respond if it was her in your life or the title. She also called Llorona a Nazi I think?

That sounds like Revy. Anyway, I think she’s telling a bit of a lie to me. I don’t think that she hates the Women’s Championship. I think she’s afraid of it. She saw what it did to Diantha, what it did to the Demolition Corps. While I would argue that we were all destined to clash at some point anyway, pun intended, over the Women’s World Championship. I understand that Revy looked at this as more of a friendship but this was more business than personal for everyone involved except her. You have four very talented wrestlers and three women in particular who were very driven, very talented, and have pretty massive egos. The group dissolving once the primary purpose was achieved was inevitable. I did come back to spend more time with her. I came back to support her in every way I possibly can. But I didn’t just come back for that. I came back to see what I could achieve. I came back here to make sure my career ended on my terms, not anyone else’s. She’s my friend, but I’m not rolling over for anybody. Not her, not Hana, not Jonetta, not Llorona if she decides to go full Shang Tsung and enter the fight she put together. Not anybody. I’m a greedy bitch.

You are, most people don’t see you order anything from Subway.

Shut up, Carlos. I’m greedy. I want Revy as my friend AND the Women’s World Championship. What’s wrong with wanting to have your cake and eating it too?

NEXT NAME: Remi Skyfire

Non-factor.

That was quick.

Time constraints, April. Plus I got somebody to meet.

NEXT NAME: The Banshee

Otherworldly. I was able to beat her once, but she’s much stronger now. She may be the most fearsome opponent that one can face in OWA right now. I don’t mean just on Odyssey, but in general. I don’t think too many guys on Kingdom or Olympus would want to mix it up with her.

It really feels like she’s found the support and love that she was looking for from the people. I don’t typically buy that monsters like that give a damn about anything other than themselves, but when it comes to the Banshee I just feel that energy now. She’s got that similar connection that Diantha had with the people before they willed her to win the Clash that first time especially. Maybe, just maybe it’s her time.

Yeah. I’m not going to mince words about this: I do believe if I don’t win this thing, she’s going to. She’s got everything you want in a Clash winner. The ability to endure tons of punishment, the mentality needed to get it done, the motivation. But I’m going to do everything possible to derail that bitch. I’ve managed to stop her before and I don’t have to choke her out or use some complicated finishing submission hold. I just have to get her out of the ring. And guess what? There’s strength in numbers. I think whenever that buzzer goes off and she comes in, every eye in the ring is going to be focused on her. As fearsome and as powerful as she is, she can’t just dump out everyone if they all focus on getting rid of her.

NEXT NAME: Rebecca Filth

THOT!

Of course you would get horny for the damn OnlyFans girl….

She is ANOTHER lovely lady whose career I would be incredibly happy to support and grow. I’m a massive fan of her work in the ring, her work in the car…her work sometimes at the local gloryhole….

CARLOS! ENOUGH! FUCK! We get it, you wanna bang Rebecca Filth. I just want to make it known that I disagree with her just a little bit. She’s right that winning the Clash isn’t the guarantee to win the World Championship, but winning it is still an accomplishment worth having. It’s a long shot, but you can go from having nothing to do, like me, to headlining Final Destination in just a flash. That means something to your bank statement, that means something for your reputation, it means a lot. While I get the whole idea of laying too much into this and giving the match too much power, I think that’s words from someone who has competed in battle royals but not a Clash. It’s a whole different animal, especially if you draw one of those early numbers. It’s no small feat winning a match like this and we should take it seriously.

NEXT NAME: Jonetta Stone

Athlete. Jonetta is one of the greatest athletes there is. She’s big, she’s strong, and she’s finally retrieved her guts if her recent ramblings are any indication. That’s good, because if the Banshee doesn’t get to her first I would be happy to tear them out.

I thought you two were cool though?

I don’t hate Jonetta. I mean she’s not someone I have a problem with, but she’s talking pretty brash these days. I needed Hana to win a title? I don’t recall needing Hana to win my first wrestling title. I’ve been tag team partners with three women and won titles. Hana’s just one of those names. I came here to OWA and won the Goddesses Championship and Hana wasn’t here to hold my hand. I won my first World Championship last year and I didn’t need Hana for that. I love and respect that girl, but if Jonetta thinks I need her to accomplish anything much less beat the piss out of her on worldwide television, I think the Banshee hit her in the head one too many times. Jonetta’s someone I have respect for as an athlete, but as a person? I’m starting to lose it by the second.

Well….damn. Welp, One last name here so I guess we can both give words this time?

LAST NAME: Rin Asakura

Massive.

Is this a joke about….

NO! I just feel like her presence has a pretty massive, foreboding feel to it. Now, back in my day when I squared up to people in the Rose Bowl, I didn’t have to worry about dudes from outer space or the future or from the depths of hell or whatever the fuck trying to beat me. You got this bitch, A BAD BITCH MIND YOU, from the Future! And she had a lot to say about you. Calling you stupid, desperate and everything else! WHAT DO YOU SAY TO HER!?

One word, C. Cunt. We were doing so well until you mentioned that last name so now I’m going to have to go train a little bit then grab something to eat. I can’t wait to kick her fucking head in though, for real. She talks about she’s from the future and knows all about me but the bottom line is that we’re in the PRESENT, not her future. I control my fate, my decisions, my life. Not her, not some destiny that she thinks is already written out.

Um….well….April is pulling her mic off and departing the set. We hope you guys enjoyed this little video and I look forward to seeing all you fans who made the trip from North America and all across the globe in the Maracana. AND ALL YOU CUTE ODYSSEY BITCHES! HOLLA AT YOUR BOY!

Aria Jaxon, Dulce Torres, Arata Asakura, Alyssa Grace, The Banshee and DT The Ruler have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 22nd 2022, 7:39 pm by **Hana Nakajima**

Clash of the Titans #1: Unwanted guest.

15.02.22 Tokyo, Japan

*Before her departure to Brazil, where this year's Clash of the Titans was to take place, Hana decided to go home for a few days. However, it did not mean that she was sitting on her ass all day and was not interested in the preparations for this important match. Despite having fewer possibilities than proper training centers, she still managed to work on her endurance and mental state. After all, she couldn't be sure which number was going to be drawn for her. It could as well be the first or the last one, and it is known that those who start in the rumble match always have a more difficult task. Hana knew it perfectly well, because when she entered her first ever such match in Wrestleworld, it turned out that she was number three. That is why she understood so much how important it is to increase your stamina and survive to the very end. Nevertheless, the drawn number was still not a guarantee of victory. As history shows, it happened that those who were first stayed until the end, and those who entered last were thrown to the ground within a few minutes. Why? Because Clash is a very difficult battle even for veterans. Its unpredictability has more than once taken away shot at Final Destination from people, who have been in this industry for years. Despite those facts, they are still the one considered as favorites, which was always making Hana feel that it was stupid. People want it or not, the chances to win are similar. Everyone gets the opportunity to get lucky enough and secure a good spot. If you don't have luck with entrants' orders, you just have to make up for it with your skills. Instead of crying like a little child, that the world is against you.*

*To keep her mind on something other than Clash and that bullshit that was attacking her from all sides, Hana decided to make herself busy with cleaning her old room. However, her moment of peace did not last long. The girl suddenly felt that someone was standing behind her. When she turned around, she saw Arata sitting on the bottom frame of the opened window, which surprised her a lot. She was not even wondering how he entered her room, because you could guess that he climbed a nearby tree. But Hana didn't understand what he was actually doing here. Especially since so many things had happened recently and they started to be distanced towards each other.*

"I guess you're the last person I'd expect to see here. Especially since you've been avoiding me recently as much as you could. But maybe it is not even that bad. I really feel lost in everything that's going on, Arata-san."

*Hana's voice began to be overflowing with emotions, while Arata only raised an eyebrow in a gesture of surprise. Then he finally spoke to his student for the first time.*

"You know why, I didn't keep too much contact with you. You are too close to people who hate me. How can I be sure they won't use you to attack me? I don't want you to be a tool in someone else's hands, Hana."

*Hana made a sound like a squeak. The girl was extremely tired of all the conspiracies that were taking place.*

"What are you talking about? The only person I'm close to is Chris. Anyway, he would never do anything like that to me. It's only a matter of time until he becomes my husband."

*The blonde man shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't necessarily care. He and Sabertooth have never had a particularly good relationship.*

"You really want to be close to the man, who drags you down with him, Hana? Look what's been happening since you met him. You have a worse relationship with me. It is not normal that you are barely talking to someone who has been helping you for years, regardless of your antics. Besides, he has joined all this propaganda that is trying to kill me. Not to mention the fact that through him you inherited Havoc."

*The girl was quite irritated by these words, to such an extent that she almost shouted at him. Even if she stopped herself, her tone of voice was sharp like a razor.*

"You tried to kill him too, so I guess you're the same in this case. Besides, I didn't take over Havoc at all. He just appeared from time to time to help me. But that has nothing to do with Chris. He wasn't the one who gave it to me."

*Arata shook his head in disappointment, then added confidently. *

"If you hadn't been close to Sabertooth, this fucked up demon would have stayed away from you. Not to mention the fact that his actions are hard to be considered as help, kid. Until now, he just messed with your head and tried to make you a brainless puppet like he did with your boyfriend. It's only a matter of time until you lose control of him, and he keeps pushing for it to happen, Hana. Havoc is dangerous and you should know it. Even if he seems to be helpful now, you can see for yourself, that he doesn't take you seriously. He was rude and in some way abusing you, when he tried to communicate with you. Don't let him tell yourself that you are nothing without him."

"I know my worth, okay? I don't need to hear it from you or from him, or anyone else. And he'll prove it to all of you in Brazil."

*Arata just laughed at this statement. Hana, on the other hand, looked at him as if she wanted to push him out of that window.*

"You don't think it's naïve to believe that Havoc will let you do this by yourself. I'm sure he'll be messing around. Especially since, when he was in control of Sabertooth, he never managed to win Clash of the Titans. Perhaps his greed will overshadow your will to fight. I told you before, Hana, this is not the guy you negotiate with. He takes what he wants, when he wants."

*Hana grabbed the clothing lying on the chair and threw it at her trainer. Then she barked at him.*

"Oh shut up! If you came here to piss me off like everyone else, go away!"

"As you wish, princess. Just don't forget what I told you. Otherwise, you end up miserably."

*After these words Arata left the girl's room, and yet she remained furious as hell. This mood did not leave her until evening, so she went for a walk to calm her mind.*

21.02.22 Tokyo, Japan

*The shot opens at Hana's family home. The Japanese lady took advantage of the fact that everyone had left for work, and decided to record a small message. A girl with red hair, dressed in a black skirt and a black crop top with short sleeves, sits on a large white sofa. There are navy blue pillows scattered everywhere around her, and her dog is lying in her lap. At first the girl seems calm, but the moment she opens her mouth, she explodes like a ticking time bomb.*

I stayed away from that shitty social media for a few days, and that was enough for this bunch of clowns to talk all the nonsense about me. You don't even know how annoying it is, and although I expected to see a series of insults and stupid things. I was hoping they all wouldn't be so delusional. But apparently, I have to deal with idiots only. Starting with the stupid ass Nam,i who must have been hit in the head too hard on the last Odyssey. Do you hear yourself from time to time? How dare you compare me to Azumi and treating her like some deity. If you looked closely at what's going on around you, you would see that I am closer to the Women's Championship than this bitch in the last few years. So shut up, because I have enough listening about this bullshit from the Azumi Goto fan club. The point is that, not only Goddesses Champion is acting like she's lost her mind. The queen of being the biggest moron always stays the same. And as you can imagine, it is Banshee. So let me ask you something. What the fuck is your problem towards me? I understand you're salty about losing the Athena's Cup, but don't you find it pathetic to use cheap insults like that? I think you can do a little better than calling me Go Go dancer for no reason. Though it's the same level of embarrassment, when I was seventeen and you were saying something about OWA selling a calendar with my photos, so the old guys could jerk off to this. You're fucking gross, Banshee. Does your stupidity have any limits or anything? Because I start to have doubts. What a fucking weirdo, I swear.

*Hana rolls her eyes, letting everyone know how annoying Banshee is.*

She and Skaylar would fight for the trophy of the least successful at thinking person in this brand. With this difference, that Banshee doesn't think at all and Skayler does too much, trying to pretend to be some fucking mastermind. How many great plans and manipulations have we seen on her side? Hundreds, but none had ever benefited her. However, despite all these failures, the spoiled kid still does not understand that nobody here will give her anything for free. No matter how bad she tries to play some mind games. But you all know how hard it is to get rid of the habits, that we learn at home. Speaking of this, I'm afraid to even imagine how Revy's household looked like, because she the definition of a madwoman. In comparison to her, even Moongoose seems to be as good as an angel. Although, I must admit that her lack of logic and manners is sometimes useful, when she is your opponent. She makes things way easier. As everyone saw, it was her behavior that led Team Aria Jaxon to failure. And Revy is aware of this, because she talks all the time about how she doesn't like Llorona and how she misses Aria. Instead of taking care of that as an adult. You know, certain things are changing and you have to accept it. Sometimes you have to take responsibility for not being good enough to help your team win. So stop crying like a bitch, Revy.

*The girl just shrugs her shoulders, because Revy's dilemmas were not her problem.*

As always, a lot of fresh meat appeared before Clash of the Titans. Yuna? Yasmine? Felix? It could be assumed that what is unknown can be dangerous. However, in their case it would be giving them too much credit. Everyone realizes that these three are probably the weakest links in this whole match. Not to mention...

*A sudden thud catches Hana’s attention as she instinctively turns around. Nothing seems to be out of place as Hana walks around and comes across the mirror. She is horrified to see what’s waiting for her in the reflection. HAVOC has found its way towards Hana and is seen sadistically smiling at her. Hana is frozen in her place as Havoc tries to break through the mirror but to no avail.*

Don’t be surprised, Hana. I don’t care how strong do you think you are. I will get to you one day. I will take over your body just as I did with your man. Sabertooth may have no use for me currently but I know he’ll come crawling back to me once things don’t go his way. You’re weak without me! No! Don’t say anything! It is my turn to talk. You’ve been talking all this time, even contacting your former mentor Arata Asakura. How DARE you!? He tried to kill your man. In fact, he was successful at it if it wasn’t for Emmanuelle. He tried killing me! How could you even talk to him knowing what he did to Chris? That proves to me that you’re weak, Hana. You’re bound to the relationships in your life that are holding you back. With me at your side, you’re a lot stronger. Don’t you remember what I did for you? I helped you beat that low-class Demon Banshee to win the Athena’s Cup. Heck, I am sure you remember what I did for Chris. I made him into a monster. The most dominant OWA World Champion the world had seen.

*Havoc is playing with Hana’s emotions trying to find a weakness to break in. He wants full control of her as he did with Sabertooth. *

If I was with you, nobody will be able to stop us. You’ll become the OWA Women’s World Champion worth talking about. Far better than Matsuda can ever be. Far better than Alyssa and the cheap belt that she holds. The fact that Devi Krysis has a title shot speaks volumes for the kind of champion that Alyssa is. She’s lucky to be in that position. But who knows how much longer she can hold on to it. We still have a trophy, remember? And why stop there! You and I can win the Clash together and unify both championships and RULE over Odyssey. Think about it, Hana! You’re so lucky to be in this position too. I am offering you a power that other people would die for. And yet you’re trying to run away from me. Let me in, Hana…. LET ME IN!

*Havoc slams his hands on the mirror as a faint crack appears over it. Hana is startled by the sound as Havoc begs to be let free.*

Just look at your competition, the only one that could dare compete with us is that fool… Banshee. That fool let a white bitch take control of her regardless of the circumstance. She’s an embarrassment in the world of Demons. Isn’t she the same Demon who lost to plain ol’ Sabertooth? The same Demon that couldn’t compare to you in the Athena’s Cup final when you had an ounce of my power. She only appears dominant to others because ANYBODY would be better than a mortal human. Me? I am unstoppable, Hana. Even out of Chris’ body, I have helped you get one step closer to your dream. Imagine what I could do for you if we were united. You NEED me, Hana. And I will prove my worth to you by helping you win the Clash of the Titans. I will DESTROY anybody that stands in your way. That fool Banshee will crumble under my power. I will vanquish her with ease. She couldn’t hurt me even if she tried. I am far too powerful for her to handle. And the rest of the mortals? We have all seen what you did to Liz Karlson not too long ago in VICTORY Pro. You knocked her out without my help. And let’s not forget, we’ve got a score to settle for her being HANDED down an opportunity by Scott Oasis over Aria’s authority. Liz deserves to get her shit rocked. As a matter of fact, I want to hurt this bitch.

*A faint smile of satisfaction appears on Havoc’s face as he accesses Hana’s memories to get hold of her opposition.*

Then there’s April. Your friend. Your partner. Sweet Melody holds no value to her these days. Don’t think that she has your back. The moment she sees an opportunity, she won’t hesitate to throw you out. After all, that bitch has been desperate for the belt since the day she joined the company. Humans are susceptible to jealousy clouding their judgment. Seeing you get closer to the World Championship before she did might force her to take drastic steps that you wouldn’t like. All I say is to be wary of that bitch. She won’t help you in this Clash. I say throw her out the moment she steps into the ring. Don’t take any chances. April doesn’t have your best interest in mind. But you know who does? I DO! So, what are you thinking about?! Let me in already.

*Havoc grunts in anger as Hana tries to resist his advancements. She is seen concentrating heavily on the reflection and trying to block it out of her mind.*

Resistance is futile, Hana. If not today, then soon enough, you will be under my control. Just think about it! You’re going to let NAMI talk down on you? She compared you to Azumi when you know VERY WELL that you’re better than that bitch. There’s a reason why she’s not Odyssey and trust me, she has no chance of beating Arata either. How could she be the epitome of success when she hasn’t tasted success in YEARS! You’re far superior, Hana. And it’s about time NAMI acknowledges that. Just because she won a title that you couldn’t, does not make her better. Which reminds me of that crazy bitch, Rebecca Brooks. The last time, you nearly took her eye out. You should have gauged it out and devoured it in front of her. I would LOVE to see Rebecca in pain and I am sure you do too. You’ve proven to be above her level during the Athena’s Cup tournament. There’s a reason why she’s falling down the hierarchy while you’re one step away from creating an everlasting legacy as the Women’s Champion. But you NEED that one small push to get to that level. Just the way you needed me against The Banshee. I can be the deciding factor in your favor. Don’t screw this up, Hana. Realize your destiny!

*Havoc urges Hana to ease her body and mind. He could feel Hana fighting back trying to get rid of Havoc but he was going to give it his all to make sure that does not happen.*

Are you going to let that whore outdo you, Hana? Rebecca Filth has quickly become the most sought-after woman on Odyssey. She’s held on to that Openweight Championship despite all the efforts against it. I know if you don’t let me in-- She would. She lets everybody in! That’s her thing! She’s got filth in her name and her mouth. That gutter rat bitch does not deserve to get close to what’s rightfully yours. Or will you let that crackhead Revy steal the title away from your grasp? Take that step, Hana. DO IT! OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES! LOOK AT ME! GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING BODY! I WILL TAKE OVER YOU, BITCH! I DON’T CARE HOW HARD YOU TRY TO RESIST ME! YOU’RE WEAK! ALL OF YOU ARE WEAK TO ME! I WILL WIN, HANA! You’re making the same mistakes that Chris did. He thinks he doesn’t need me anymore. He thinks his life is better without me but he couldn’t be any further away from the truth. He’s a loser and so are you! And I can change that… This is your one last warning Hana. Open up your eyes and let me in. YOU HEAR ME?

*Havoc screams at Hana who is getting annoyed with every passing comment. She finally has heard enough as she shrieks at the top of her voice. With an irate look on her face, she stares down at Havoc.*

GO AWAY!

*With that, Hana is able to block Havoc’s control over her mind as he disappears from the mirror. Hana opens her eyes once again to find her own reflection staring back at her. She takes a sigh of relief knowing that she was able to stop Havoc’s advancements…for now.*

I already told you, I don't need you. With or without you, I'm still able to win Clash of the Titans and stand proudly on the top of Odyssey as Women's Champion. Fuck off, dickhead.

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

“Finality.

The final moments before the bullet leaves the chamber, before that spark blooms up at the end of the barrel, and you realize that whatever you’ve done, the last action you set in motion, the life you’ve potentially taken…that that shit’s real, baby. The truest, most volatile feelings you get as that bile catches in your throat, the adrenaline starts to kick in, that burning feeling hits your eyes and nose, and you realize no matter what happens next, you can’t take shit back. You realize no matter where you go from here, the choices you’ve made have been made to completion.

More than anything, you’re fucking in it. Your teeth click and clatter as that shit floods your system, you’re diving into the real portion of it, you’re in the action. Warfare explodes around you, and you’ve just gotta survive, gotta keep fucking fighting, gotta keep fucking working for the end. Clash is like that, a thousand corpses flying every and each which way, and you adapt on the fly. You bite your tongue, and you go for it.

That’s where I’ve been at. Static touches the tip of my tongue, crackles up through every fucking neuron of my brain, sets my shit alight and puts me in a fucking fighting mood. I’ve been waiting, ready at the drop of a fucking hat, to come out here and start brawling. I’ve trained, I’ve burnt myself down to the wire, I’ve spilled all that I fucking can be and will continue to be into my preparations from this match. I’ve seen words fly around me as I’ve been spewing this shit onto the paper every single fucking day since I got the confirmation I was in this bout, that I’m overzealous, that I don’t have a shot, that Graham Baker can’t work his fucking marionette magic to have me dance across the ring to victory, but I don’t fucking buy any of it. You doubters, you fools, you’re going to be in for a hell of a fucking surprise when I start throwing hands and there’s not a goddamn thing you can do to put a guard up and block this violence from raining down upon you like so much liquid fucking death, bringing you beyond the Clash, carrying you onto Charon and his ferry, sending you down the goddamn River Styx forevermore.

…A little overdramatic, I know, but YOU GET THE POINT!

Clash has been the opportunity of a fucking lifetime for me, and I’m not about to let it slip through my fingers like I did the last one. This entire fucking build, people have been needling away at me for every loss, every missed opportunity, every shot I let slip through my hands like sand in the fucking desert, lost to time and whatever other passage of wind and weather would dare swing through. I’m beset on all sides not just by the rogue’s gallery I’ve collected over the last year, but those who feel that I’ve been more fortunate than them, that I’ve cut the line to get my shots at Gwen, Matsuda, et-fucking-cetera. I’ve had all the eyes in the entire roster, in the company, both in and out of active roles, staring me down and waiting for me to fuck up.

Naturally, under that pressure, I have.

It’s hard to admit, but it’s true. Living under that much stress, it does something to you physically. Starts to whittle you away until you’re nothing but chitin, ground to dust under the boots of those who would see you fall before you can even attempt to get to your prominence. I started to falter and stumble. I convinced myself that I had one last shot against Cloud, because I’d really wanged it in my match against Harper and the other five who contended for that strap, but the truth is…I’d put that shit upon me all on my own. I should’ve taken it on the chin and run through it.

Now, I’m realizing even if there are few fucking chances, there ain’t one particular instance that you can call the goddamned ending. You can get burnt time and time again, but you’re not scorched down to ashes until the last bell rings and that lady starts singing. I’m not giving up until the very fucking end, I’m not laying down for anybody else, and I’m certainly not walking into that ring without even the hardest glance at the prize at the very end. I know what I’m here for, and I know what I’m willing to do to get it.

I hope every other cunt in there realizes how far I’m willing to go, too.

I see words being slung around outside of me, trying to pull attention away from the subjects at hand. I see Jonetta Stone tearing herself to pieces over what’s popped up in her goddamn head, the idea that she may’ve fucked up beyond comprehension. I see Dulce Torres opting to make an appearance, spare a few words for the peasantry and call it a day. Moreover, I see that Revy’s got her wits about her, prepared to make a final stand for the glory of Aria in some sad fucking fashion. I admire the tenacity of some of these people to finally appear after weeks of delay, but they are what they’re gonna be-worms below the surface finally rising up to taste the moisture that’s come off of the hard work of others.

They don’t deserve slots in the finality of all of this. When the dust clears, they should be dead and gone, because they don’t have eyes for this shit. They don’t have the heart for this shit. Some of ‘em are already legends, this is just another landmark to put on their resume, another notch in the lexicon that is their legacy. You think Dulce Torres needs another shot at the Clash of the Titans? You think Jonetta Stone needs the prestige of this to keep herself afloat? Neither of ‘em do, because they’ve already long-since filled their stomachs with the glory and gold that comes from residing in the upper echelon of this company for long enough. Jonetta and Dulce have reached the precipice, and with both dealing with their own demons-a waking ghost in one hand, and abject procrastination in the hands of the other-I find it hard to believe that just another accolade for the resume, another clip for the highlight reel, is enough to pull them from their personal pursuits. I’ve never been that high before, I’ve never managed to get my hands on a world heavyweight championship at the level of Odyssey’s strap, so this? This a perfect storm. This is a golden opportunity.

I’ll be fucked raw if you think I won’t kill myself trying to get my hands on it.

I can say, even the same, for Hana Nakajima and Rebecca Brookes, who went to war over the Goddesses Championship for the better part of the last Final Destination season.

Sure, the two of them were foolish and let Gwen slip it out from their hands with a bit of distraction and a flash in a pan, but Hana’s proven that her star is still rising-she’s got the goddamned Athena’s Cup, with or without the help of some demon that used to inhabit her boyfriend’s flesh. Hana Nakajima hits harder than most competitors on any roster, and I found that out firsthand, if you note the bruising still present inside my fucking eye sockets. I know that she’s a legitimate threat, but again, she doesn’t have that hunger. Guaranteed shots at championships whenever, wherever tend to make people get lazy, they tend to pick their shots as it appears Hana has now. They tend to wait until their proper moments to strike come and leap upon them like wild animals. Hana, herself, is a bit of a fucking beast amongst them, and I know she’s got a brain for strategy. She baited me into a situation in which I’d rely on my hubris, and she got me into an environment where she would excel, where she could use a certain few mens’ training to survive the onslaught I put her through, and drive her knee into my skull until I was unresponsive.

Call it foolish, sure, but it’s hard to fool me twice. Nakajima played her hand well ahead of time, I’m not entirely sure if she’ll find a chance to play it again, especially not here, not now. She wants to play it stealthily as she runs around the wrestling world, defending the last true championship around her waist and waiting for another to fall into her hands and wear herself down in the process, fine by me. I’ll be ready to pick the scraps in the Clash and send her bruised ass running before making my way to the fucking finish. My fucking head’s still aching, but I can carry that pain forward, I can run with it, that shit’ll keep me from falling out again and get me all the motivation I need to dump that bitch over the top rope.

Brooks, on the other hand, is more complicated. Our story to this point has gotten a bit more convoluted. I know the girl’s got her sights on me running forward, and OWA isn’t the only place we’re going to dance, Odyssey ain’t the final frontier of our battle. It’s just a stage on the warpath we’re both walking on. I know Brooks, like me, had her opportunity for glory, had a chance to make her stand for the Women’s World Championship but lost to Matsuda, just like me. The two of us have these thoughts in mind, the two of us have this common goal, and maybe that’s why we keep getting pulled back together. Maybe this is why we keep fighting, again and again, even when I think we’ve resolved this issue. Fate wants us to fight, then sure, we’ll keep on fighting. I’m well and fine with Clash being another page of this book, another chapter of the story that we’re writing in flesh and blood.

Brooks is a hell of a warrior, and I know she can bring that fight to me, again and again and again. I know that she can punch and kick harder than a motherfucker, I know that she can scrap with the best of them, and I know she can survive some nasty fucking hits. No one goes into the Promethean Chamber and comes out to keep fighting who can’t. I know that she was able to withstand Matsuda for a period of time, and having brawled with the War Queen, that means quite a fucking bit. What she doesn’t have as much is the desperation, the desire to prove that I’m running off of, the low-oil-car-engine-knocking-noise that comes when you feel like your shit’s on its’ last fucking legs. I don’t know how much more heartbreak this engine in my chest can take, but I’m going to push it to its limits.

I’m going to pray and hope I get the chance to show how fucking far I can go.

On my knees, I’m hoping that someone like Rebecca Filth comes forth and tries. Over the course of this fucking buildup, the festering of the pimple ready to burst that is this bout, I’ve been infatuated. You want me to have a crush on you so bad, eh? I’ll show you a fucking crush. You dirty cunt, you can’t hold a candle to me when I’m motivated. That title wouldn’t have been on your shoulder if I didn’t slip up and let you in my fucking head. That title wouldn’t be anywhere near you. You managed to trip me up once, but can you do it again? Can you even get close? Our Openweight Championship bout was a zero sum game for me, because my head wasn’t right. I wasn’t able to look at you, but this time, I will. I’ll work up the gusto to lock eyes and dump your ass over the top rope, get you off my fucking back for good, and send you out.

I’ll get my shot back at you if I want it, you fucking bitch. I’ll be the last roadblock in your way, I’ll stop you from making it out of Clash with a title shot in hand, and I’ll leave with a shot at yours if I’ve got anything to say about it. You’ve run roughshod on Odyssey, aye, but that’s coming to a fucking close. You want to be Becky Two Belts? You keep up on this warpath, and the last one you’ll have in hand is that of whichever guy-or girl, I don’t judge-hits you up for a late night meeting for your OnlyFans, or whatever shit it is you do now.

Make no mistake, Filth, this is not your place. This is not your time. I am going to send you packing, I am going to send you away, I am going to send you out, because as long as I have breath in my lungs, I’m going to block you the same fucking way that you blocked me from making that belt mean something aside from being the prop of some slag who thinks she’s made it meaningful. Brace yourself for the fall, honey-because it’s coming for you quick and heavy. I’m bringing my whole fucking package to run full fucking force dead into you.

And if you want to doubt my skills, the package i’m bringing-April Song, you really doubting me? You couldn’t get a job done against Filth and you’re gonna question what i’m bringing? You’re gonna question what i’m bringing into this match? I’d question your arsenal, your ailing age, the fact that this is your last goddamn run at the top, and you’ve still been faltering, still been unable to close the gap. While I was tape-watching, I saw you and Nakajima rip the fucking field apart in WrestleWorld, holding those tag titles as you did. I saw as you waited, time after time, for your greater opportunity to come forth, and at times it had. You’ve already held the Goddesses Championship, and I can respect that you worked to that height, and now you’re shooting back for the final ascent. How nice would it be to wrap up that career of yours, you old ass woman, by taking the Clash and taking the fucking fight to Cloud, or Diantha, or whoever walks out of this show with that goddamn belt on their shoulder. How nice would it be to carve your name into the list of this match’s winners, alongside Diantha. It would be a fucking fairy tale, aye? It would be a glorious opportunity, a great capstone on what many would call a legendary career.

It’s a shame that it’s not yours.

You weren’t able to tap Rebecca Filth out, and while you can argue that was as much to do with Filth fighting free, being stronger than you, you can’t deny that it had something to do with the spryness of her body, her bodily systems not being as exposed to damage from wrestling over time as yours has been, much like mine. I’m a spring chicken, April, and I know there are others in this bout, but I’m in top fuckign shape. You want to ask what I’m bringing? Speed. Strength. Technical know-how. Training from one of the best in the world. I am bringing a whole fucking arsenal that you can’t hope to match, because you, Queen Bee would have to redevelop your whole shit to stack up against someone quite like me. I will fucking destroy you, because you can’t survive my onslaught. Strikes, throws, submissions dude? I’ve got it fucking all on lock, and there is nothing, NOTHING you can do to fight back against everything I can throw AT YOU.

You want to ask what I’m bringing? I’m bringing the most recent, the closest challenge to Cloud Matsuda’s championship. That bitch hated me when I came into that fight, but by the end she respected me. You think everyone just earns that? You think everyone gets that handshake just because they fucking showed up? She respected me, she shook my hand, she PUT ME OVER because she KNOWS exactly what I knew, that if there were a few more moments, if things had gone just a little differently, if I’d avoided that submission, she would have been DONE FOR.

I would be CHAMPION.

So don’t you EVER claim that I’m not ready for this. Don’t you EVER push me to say that I’ll be damned near the fucking unemployment line or looking for another job because I’m not good enough, April, because I’m better than you. At the end of my career, they won’t be waiting for me to win my big one here, because I’ll have stacked belt after fucking belt in the process. I’m not just the next big thing on Odyssey, I’m the next big thing in the O W Fucking A!

I am JUST THAT FUCKING GOOD!

…

The entire run up to the start of this match, I’ve heard every single woman who’s been around, who’s gotten opportunities just like me break me down piece by piece, say that I’m not viable, say I’m not a strong contender, say that because I lost to Matsuda, because I couldn’t grab the hanging belt in a Full Metal Mayhem, it’s not for me. That my time’s passed, and I should fuck off and find somewhere else to keep on running. Everyone else takes loss after loss, and they’re welcome to proceed on forward, but Liz Karlson’s gotta fuck off?

FUCK THAT.

I’m tired of all of you motherfuckers acting like you’ve done the work that I’ve done to get here, that you’ve starved like I starved to get to this point. For SIX FUCKING YEARS I’ve waited for my big break, I came into this business under Graham’s wing, I bled like a stuck pig and bruised myself purple and black fighting each and every challenger who came my way. I paid my dues in an industry that wasn’t going to give me shit back for it, I didn’t take an easy way out, I was READY TO SUFFER to get where I needed to get.

And now, I’m on that fucking precipice.

I’ve made people notice me.

I’ve gotten the attention of those who’d usually sit back and watch, because I pissed them the fuck off. Look their gift horse in the mouth and then punch its’ fucking teeth in, and say fuck it to the consequences. If taking a single fucking shortcut makes me weak, makes me poor, makes me whatever the fuck you think I am, I’m happy to be that so long as I got there.

And now, I’m here.

And I’m NOT willing to give that shit up. One way or another, I will be walking into Final Destination. I may walk in with a Clash victory in hand, or I may walk in with nothing, but I will not be backing down until I’ve given ALL THAT I FUCKING AM and ALL THAT I EVER FUCKING WILL BE. I stepped into the fire with Matsuda, I faced the War Queen down, more than the majority of you dumb, overinflated cunts can say, and I LIVED TO TELL THE FUCKING TALE.

I’m closing that chapter, and I’m looking dead ahead.

I’m feeling my blood pumping, the bump-bump pulse of my fucking heart beating, the last few moments of opportunity to strike before I go down. I’ve already pulled that trigger, I’ve emptied a whole fucking magazine in the direction of these four ropes, I’ve been ready to face the consequences of my actions over the last two weeks no matter WHAT the cost ends up being.

If I die? So be it.

If I leave this fucking company without a dollar to my name because I was too fucking brash? So be it.

This is ALL THAT THERE IS FOR ME, and I WILL NOT LEAVE THAT RING WITHOUT BITING, SCRATCHING, CLAWING FOR MY FUCKING LIFE UNTIL MY LAST FUCKING BREATH!

…

The time for talking’s coming to a close, and I’m sure I’ve right pissed a lot of you clowns off. I’m sure you’ve seen this supposed bravado, this chest-puffing, this shit-slinging I’ve done, and it’s got you annoyed. Why does this diminutive cunt think she has a chance in all of this? Why is she even here?

I invite you to step into the ring, and let me show you. I invite you to walk in with all of the hope in the world, so I can pull it away from you when you see me dump each and every red-faced motherfucker over the top rope on my road to Final Destination IV. I want you to see that big paycheck, that title bout, slip through your hands like cupped water as you realize you’ve got nothing guaranteed.

I want to see the hope ebb out of you as you realize I’m the real fucking deal, and when you come around, when you hang on my name for once in your fucking life and make the right choice, I want you to cheer me on as I get my second shot at Cloud, and I right that fucking wrong.

No more words. No more waiting.

Let’s fucking go.”

Aria Jaxon, Christopher Sabertooth, Dulce Torres, Alyssa Grace and The Banshee have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 22nd 2022, 2:34 pm by **Rin Asakura**

Clash of the Titans #2: Changing the future.

15.12.2039 Tokyo, Japan

*A few days after talking to Maki, Rin tried to avoid her at all costs. Seeing her friend's reaction to her statement, she could notice that she was confused and would start asking more and more questions. While the Japanese woman could not give her too many answers. If she did that, she would have broken the preliminary pact that she had made with the gods to be able to travel safely in a different space-time. So even if Rin wanted to explain everything to Maki, she understood that she could not waste the chance she had received from fate. She just had to grit her teeth and get away from where she was at that point. However, there were still a few days left until her journey, so Rin had to do her daily chores. With that difference, this time she chose to stay in her part of the house that she was face of. Her private apartment, accessible only to her bosses and cleaning staff. However, this place was not particularly secure. Rather, the fact that people did not come there straightforwardly had to do with their respect for Rin's position. Besides, they didn't have to do it, since the girl often moved around the house, so everyone could talk to her freely. Of course, that statement only applied to the other girls who lived here, as well as the customers visiting her. Others could only look at Rin from a distance as she marched with her crew. The thing is, there were also some people who would not even be allowed into the district she was in, let alone to contact her privately.*

*Rin often sat by the window and watched the people walking by. Most of them always had a good time, while for her this part of Tokyo had nothing to do with any kind of fun, but humiliation and pain. So she was just imagining she could feel about this place in the same way. To the point that she was getting lost. The girl's eyes were fixed on the same spot until someone knocked on her door. It was one of the girls who came to ask for advice. When she left, Rin wanted to return to her seat near the open window, but then she felt a hand covering her mouth, and a man standing behind her. As soon as he spoke, she immediately knew who it was.*

"Don't worry, it is just me. I'm sorry I caught you like that, but otherwise I couldn't come here. You know there's a bounty for my head."

*The man looked completely different than when Rin was a child. He grew long hair that was tied in a ponytail, and a beard that partially covered his face. Rin just nodded, and her guest moved to the side.*

"What are you doing here, Uncle Jack?"

*Daito sat down in a dark leather chair and only ran his fingers through his dark hair, shaking his head.*

"I'm trying to keep you away from doing more stupid things. And don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. I am aware of the existence of the letters you leave, where your father is being held. The only thing that amazes me is that they don't pay attention to someone entering dungeons. I guess, they just don't consider it as any danger, since he's been in a coma for the last few years. Besides, they obviously don't know you're his daughter either, otherwise they wouldn't let you in."

*Rin was slightly shocked to hear about the letters. However, when Daito stopped talking, she finally gathered the courage to ask him about it.*

"How do you know about the letters? Do you know what's in them?"

"One of our men pulled them out, put blank envelopes instead and brought them to us. While some of them were harmless, the latter ones made me confused about your intelligence. Are you crazy, Rin? You really want to go back in time? And what are you going to do? We don't really know if we made a mistake at any point. Or maybe it was supposed to be like that. Who the fuck knows? Anyway, the fact that we lost the war does not mean that this is the end of the revolution. We are close to finding a way to wake Arata up. Didn't you think about the consequences of your choices? You can fuck up the present time even worse. Listen, I know you didn't imagine your life that way, but don't mess with the fate of many people. This is reckless."

*Rin was about to yell at him, but she remembered that she might cause him problems.*

"What if I manage to change all of this into something positive? If I didn't have a chance, Izangai wouldn't give me that offer. Besides, I'd like to see what it's like to live a normal life. Do I expect so much? I promise to be clever about what I am going to do."

*Jack sighed heavily, then continued in a frustrated tone of voice.*

"You will do what you think is right, Rin. But in my opinion you are showing your stupidity. It's not just about you or me. By sticking your nose in something like this, you can do something really wrong. You don't have to, but you can. I just came to warn you and hope that you are going to change your mind. Since we are done. Now I have to go before someone notices my presence. Take care, Rin."

*After these words, Jack left the same way he entered, i.e. through the window. Rin, on the other hand, watched him escape the Red Light District and wondered if he was actually right about the things he said. Rin agreed that the negative consequences may take place. Despite that, the girl believed that maybe this trip was a chance to fix a few things. Even if it was selfish, she had to risk it.*

20.02.22 Tokyo, Japan

*The girl had the impression that her first fight on Odyssey had just taken place, and yet it was matter of days since she was about to take part in Clash of the Titans. At first, Rin was a bit afraid of how she would handle it. However, with each passing day she began to gain more and more self-confidence. After all, she was an intelligent girl and possessed abilities that could help her win that duel. Not to mention the fact, that when it comes to wrestling skills, she also did not miss anything. After all, this was something to be expected by the daughter of Golden Dragon himself. Still, while Rin cared about her family business, she didn't want to be considered as a significant competitor, just because she is Arata's kid. She wanted to make her own mark, which is why Clash was a fantastic opportunity for her to do so. Perhaps the victory over Daisy Thrash was not convincing for everyone, but if Rin were this year's Clash of the Titans winner, no one could question her usefulness and relevance. Therefore, it was very important to her that she would do well. Although, Rin knew that it would not be easy, because many veterans or famous young stars of the industry took part in this battle as well. However, there was some thought in her mind that helped the young japanese lady. She had nothing to lose and everything to gain. And as long as it didn't feel like someone was holding the trigger near her head, she felt some pressure on herself. She really wanted to succeed. Both for The Golden Dawn movement and for her own dreams.*

*As the recording opens, the camera catches a girl with straight pink hair, walking forward down the street. Rin is dressed in white long faux fur, black turtleneck, black jeans and high heels of the same color. The girl with her hands in the pockets of her coat, looks from side to side until her eyes finally meet the lens of the camera. When it happens, a gentle smile appears on her face, and the first words come out of her mouth.*

I'm not going to lie. One hundred percent, I expected such a reaction. I figured out that no matter what I say, you will try to defend yourself with the most overused argument. Argument that doesn't prove shit. Of course, you keep saying that I don't know anything about your life. But can you be so sure how much knowledge I have? If you haven't listened yet, I'm from the future. I know much more than you think. That is why, it is foolish to take on such a pathetic defense, that doesn't make you look any better. But I guess you did it out of desperation, April. I suppose my words about how you treat Hana and Revy were too true, that you didn't know how to explain it otherwise. As you can see, it didn't work out well for you and it made me even more convinced that you don't care about any of these girls. I understand that maybe Revy isn't that important to you. After all, she is terribly annoying and chaotic. It is difficult to keep a ticking time bomb with you, because you do not know when it will explode and whether you will not be in its range. Anyway, you should know that in the example of Jonetta. After all, Revy and her were once in the same faction. Demo Corps or something. As you can see, Revy could not maintain a good relationship with any of these people. However, of course, it is not only her fault, because the rest of them also did not care about keeping it alive. Moreover, I have the impression that Jonetta joined them only to neutralize the rest of the competition and put her Athena's Cup in safe spot. After all, in this way attention was drawn to the entire group, and not only to the golden ticket in her hands. Which isn't even shocking, because everyone knows what a manipulating bitch she is. All the time, she just looks around and searches for something that she could use, as she did with Banshee. However, we'll talk about them a bit later. Back to you and Hana, April. I do not trust your honest and good intentions towards her, even in a bit. Especially after I saw how you treat her in OWA, showing no respect to your so-called best friend. Listen, you were messing with her business all the time, even when it didn't concern you. When she did something good, you immediately were talking about yourself. Don't you find this a little selfish? And before you start complaining again that I'm trying to ruin your relationship, I'm not doing it to weaken competition. No, I care about Hana, because I've known her since I was a child. You see, this woman looked after me many times, so I would like to repay her somehow for the kindness I got from her. Unlike you, I can do it, April. However, my guess is that you will continue to look for the next excuses, as you do it when it comes to the Women's Championship. The point is, I wouldn't think you'd be using the LAW Championship as an excuse for your long-term failures here. As if it even mattered. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate you being successful elsewhere, but here's a whole different landscape. Completely new level of competition, so comparing these two other places is an act of desperation and stupidity, April.

However, April is not the only one who emanates with desperation. And I'm talking about no one else, but Liz Karlson. I must admit that I even laughed at your pseudo ambitious speech about how much you deserve everything you got. While you owe your entire career to others, Liz. The first years are the creation of Graham Baker who made you something worthy of attention. However, as recent months have shown, you only got what you were given in OWA, because you decided to be a mongrel of Scott Oasis. Which was quite obvious when you suddenly got pushed ahead of all the people who deserved the World title shot. But I guess you are going to act like that never happened. The funny thing about this situation is that you accuse me of something similar. You think that I was only able to start my developing career, because I am Arata's daughter. Fuck me! It doesn't matter in the least, Liz. Stop looking at me from your own perspective, because I'm not like you. I don't need my family or coaches to put me in a comfortable position. You may not be aware of what my life was like, but I had to deal with difficult situations many times on my own. And now as well, I will manage without my father or anyone else's intervention. Moreover, I will prove to you that I can do a lot more than you ever did, and I will win the Clash. Which would probably hurt your ego a lot, seeing that your only success in OWA is winning the Openweight Championship. Just to lose it a moment later to someone as gross as Rebecca Filth.

To be honest, I don't know what to even say about her. What's more, I don't understand how you can be like that, Rebecca. It's not even that I judge someone, because I've seen a lot in my life and I've learned that no job is a disgrace. However, there are boundaries that should not be crossed, because then you are just becoming an asshole. Apart from ruining the comfort zone of other people and embarrassing yourself, there is something I find really harmful in Rebecca's behavior. This is the fact that the whole persona she shows us, is a simple mockery in relation to people who have to earn using their bodies, so that they can survive. You may find it funny, but to me it's just a simple disrespect for other people and for their sacrifice. Not to mention how stereotypically it is shown. But apparently to you, any woman who has had to be part of something like this is a dirty whore. Wow, it surprises me every time how narrow-minded society is. Unfortunately, much has not changed in the future. As you can see, no matter at what time we find ourselves, people are fucking ignorants, who want to make money by laughing at someone else's misfortune. Although, looking at how others show at every step that they lack humanity, I should not be surprised in the slightest. After all, it's not the first time I've seen someone use others' problems or willingness to find friends as their way to the top. I have witnessed many times how some try to become a mastermind and strive for their goal, by using personal tragedy. The problem is, if you do as unskillful as you do, Skylar, everyone can see it straight away. That's why, I'm really surprised that Nikita is still on your side. Although, it may be easier than it seems. Especially since we all know that if it weren't for Skylar's dramatism and bitching, which is attention-catching, Nikita would never have gotten a bit of attention in her life. The thing is, what I don't understand is selling your soul to the devil, just to get five minutes of fame. Because you can clearly see that their relationship has nothing to do with friendship. Skyler has never cared about any relations with you, Nikita. You were just a pawn in her game, which she wasn't very good at. What you can notice, looking at how much time she spent chasing Alyssa, and at the end being left with no profit. No joke! You are definutely a great businesswoman, Skylar. Or at least, it's probably what your parents have been telling you all your life. Perhaps that is why you grew into such a dependent bitch.

*Rin runs her fingers through the pink hair that the wind has started to put over her face.*

On the one hand, in this match we have hypocrisy, jealousy, manipulation and stupidity. On the other hand, we have incredible levels of naivete and lack of self-confidence. Which you should be ashamed of, Nami. Honestly, I didn't think you would be offended by my comment, because I didn't mean anything wrong. After all, I have no reason to try to drag you down. The thing is, you didn't understand it properly, but also you have never learned anything from what i said. That is a fair thing to assume, seeing that the only words that come from your mouth are...Azumi this...Azumi that. Who the hell cares about Azumi Goto? This woman is nothing else, but a sign of the past, and you should care about your own future, Nami. The whole world does not revolve around that one butch, but it definitely obscures your worldview. Therefore, it would be healthy for you to let go of your obsession towards someone who is not a good role model anyway. Mainly because she cared only about her own ass all her life, and yet you are staring at her like a holy picture. You have to finally get out of this bubble, Nami, because all you are going to have in your head all the time, wil be to reach Azumi Goto level. While most of this roster has already surpassed her. In addition, these women around you, kicked her out of the pink brand with a bang. So open your eyes, and if you can't figure it out by yourself, I hope that seeing my father kick her ass will help you with that. I'm not saying that it's bad to have a role model, but trying too hard to become that person and compare everyone to her is toxic to your career. Take a look at what happened to Rebcca Brooks. She was so obsessed to be like Aria, that she forgot to think about the standard Rebecca had to offer first. Especially since her career was going very well. However, as you can see, when she lost the Goddesses Championship, she became a wreck of herself. Her dawnfall became proof that no matter how much we want to catch up with someone else, each of us has different possibilities. The same works the other way too, because I personally think Azumi is not the peak of Joshi wrestling. You, Nami, have much more potential than she has, but you are too scared to admit it. Seriously, Nami, I little bit of confidence would not kill you.

Speaking of Azumi's fanbase, I think it's time to mention Banshee, who is the most ignorant of them all. Really...Is any of your last two brain cells getting any information from what surrounds you? Or maybe the only thing on your mind are empty threats and a superiority complex that has no confirmation, ugly hag? Sometimes it is worth listening to other people, instead of looking like a complete idiot. At the very beginning of my journey here, I was saying how it is even possible that I traveled in time. However, let me be generous enough and make me clarify it for this one time. I signed a contract with the gods and they let me travel back in time. I thought it is fucking easy to understand, but looking at your level of intelligence I should probably be speaking a little more slowly. Ugh, I've never liked disguising a lack of wisdom for compulsive violence. Especially since the wrestling industry is not only about spilling blood. Of course, this cannot be avoided. However, logical thinking and strategy are much more important than muscles. Perhaps it was your lack of understanding of the essence of these things that led to the fact that you did nothing important all this time, a scarecrow. And you're supposed to be such a strong supernatural being that is hard to beat? From what I noticed, the ordinary people didn't have much of a problem with kicking your ugly ass, so let me give you a little advice. Finally shut the fuck up, because there isn't even one person in this roster who is afraid of you. You are nothing more, but the talk, Banshee. For once in your life, prove otherwise, or fuck yourself.

As for Yuna or Yasmine, I'm not going to talk about them, because they are not relevant in the slightest. That is why, I am even more irritated by being placed in the same category as them, because I am much better than that. Listen! These two morons haven't been able to win a single match since they came here. While I can do much more. Therefore, while for them Clash of the Titans is a nightmare that they would like to avoid, for me it is a great opportunity to show who Rin Asakura is. And I am not just the daughter of Arata. I am the future champion!

As I said before. I know that no one believes in me, but I don't need anyone's support, because I am able to handle myself in difficult situations. That's why I'm gonna shut up all of your mouths by winning Clash of the Titans. Maybe my victory wasn't what the future held, but I am here to change it.

VaeVictisBD, Christopher Sabertooth, Matsuda, Alyssa Grace, DT The Ruler and Krysis have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 22nd 2022, 11:09 am by **Dulce Torres**

Okay, I spent enough time procrastinating. So, let me give my two cents.

Normally, I would come into these matches more than prepared for whatever was thrown at me. I prided myself in making it to the final two in the Women’s Clash, but there’s that one part of me that feels like she has that weight on her shoulder because I haven’t won the match. I have come so close to the prize, yet, when it comes to the final two, I make some sort of mistake and then, I find myself thrown over the top rope. I find myself with my back against the cold, hard ground at our ringside and I’m wondering “what is next for me?” Honestly, it’s been the feeling I’ve had for months. As much as I try to put in my all in these high-stakes matches, there is always something that gets in the way. There is always something that doesn't seem to click for me. Promethean Chamber, two Clashes and even, my third reign as Goddesses Champion have left me wanting more from myself. I don’t feel a sense of fulfillment and it’s left me wondering “what do I need to do to get over that little hump?” “What do I need to do to get these negative nellies to realize that I am still Dulce Torres, the most decorated woman on Odyssey?” I’ve been aware of people saying that I’ve had a “fall from grace.” I’ve heard people trying to diminish me as a wrestler because of a couple of hiccups on the road like they’re so freaking flawless themselves, but in reality, maybe, there’s some insecurity within themselves. There is something that they are ashamed with themselves and instead of coming to terms with it, they would rather point the finger, trying to put down a woman who is secure in her skills in the ring. I know that I am the most decorated woman on Odyssey. I know that I am a future OWA Hall of Famer. I know that I am the most flawless woman to step foot inside those ropes. Yet, there are quite a few women who want me to be defined by those losses and setbacks. There are certain women who don't see me as worthy of their time and attention and honestly, I think that's a ton of bull because I should go into this match as the woman to beat. I should go into this match as the woman to win it all, but I’m not stupid. I’m aware of the reality of the situation. I’m aware that the competition in this match is as stacked as it will ever be. We have the Openweight Champion, the Athena’s Cup holder, we have all of these amazing women who were like me in the first Clash - greedy to add another accomplishment to their resume. They want to defy the naysayers who maybe like: “But, they already have accomplishments, so let’s give another people a shot” and honestly, I think it’s a load of bull because instead of ducking the challenge, I embrace the challenge and in a way, I’ll embrace the match.

I’m glad that you’re doing your best to elevate the Goddesses Championship, NAMI. It makes my heart warm to see the Goddesses Championship be elevated once more. I would have loved more time in my historic third reign, but some things aren’t meant to be. In fact, I did ask for the former champion, Gwen Harper to prove that she learned from her mistakes from our previous match. In fact, there was a part of me that was begging for her to learn from her mistakes because there was a part of me who wanted for her to get that redemption. It was me who wanted to face the best of the best. It was me who asked for Gwen to give me everything that she had to offer and in the process, I lost my championship, but it wasn't without a bit of controversy by Nikki L.A.S.H. While I could accept the fact that I lost to a woman like Gwen, who was so adamant to learn from her mistakes, losing because of controversy is something that doesn’t sit right with me. Losing in a situation that I had zero control over is something that tends to get underneath my skin because I love to be in control. I love to be able to control the situation I am in and come off as calm, cool and collected. In this Clash, it's the unpredictability. It’s the hype surrounding this match that makes me excited. It allows me to bring my hopes up and believe that this could be my year, but NAMI, you were in my position once upon a time. You want to establish your legacy. You come into this match hoping that if you win, it would end any negative thoughts about you “needing to pay your dues” like the good o’l saying goes. I find it ridiculous that YOU would need to pay your dues. You're the Goddesses Champion. The moment that you got your hands on that championship, you paid your dues. You paid them tenfold. I don't look at you as someone who needs to get in the back of the line because you should be in this match for the experience. No, please don't do that. Please come into this match, ready to embrace the challenge. I dare for you to try to make me be second place for the third year in a row. I dare for you to come into this match swinging because I want to face your best. I want you to make me eat my words and throw me over the top rope. I want you to surpass me. I want you to reach that mountain top. I also want you to understand is that I'm not throwing in the towel easily, but that doesn't mean that I don't want your absolute best, NAMI. You're the Goddesses Champion. In my first Clash, I made it to the final two as Goddesses Champion. I wouldn't be shocked if you did the same thing as me, but to win? Off to a better start than me, but I think I got other plans.

I knew that you were going to bring up me eliminating you from Clash, Liz. There is a part of me that hoped that it’s a lit a fire underneath you to return the favor. In the weird part in the back of my mind, I wouldn’t be opposed to that whatsoever, but the main part of my mind says that “I can’t let that happen.” After all, I have a reputation for showing up for these matches. I have the reputation for exceeding expectations, but each time I’ve participated in these Clashes, I’ve fallen short of the prize. Now, it's not a hidden secret. It’s not something that I am looking to keep as a skeleton in my closet. In fact, I like to make it known because I should be looked at as a favorite to headline Final Destination. I should be looked at as the woman who could finally reclaim her spot on the top of the mountain. Liz, your match with Stephanie was amazing and I was rooting for you to take the title off of her. With the loss, I except for you to want to redeem yourself from that loss. I expect you to want to take down every single favorite in this match, throw them over the top rope and take the victory for yourself. It’s the mentality for these matches, but you are someone that I am looking forward to stepping into the ring with. There is a part of me that believes that I didn’t get your best in the match. You fell easily, but I want to prove that I am more than capable of throwing you over the top rope. I am more than capable of throwing over the best version of Liz Karlson over the top rope. Much like with every single woman in this match, I want your best. I want for you to come into this match full throttle and try to throw me over the top rope. There is a part of me that wants to see you make it far in this match, but there is another part of me that wants to win the match for myself. As you said, I have been the woman that you haven't been able to stop. You establish me as the woman that you’d want to take down and stop me from you realizing your true potential. Now, I wouldn’t be that graphic, but I can admire the mentality. I can admire that I am you’re “white whale” or whatever that's supposed to mean, but this is going to be another one of these matches where I step in your way from getting your hands on an accomplishment as huge as this. I am going to be the woman who steps in your way once again, takes you down before throwing you over the top rope. How does that make you feel, Liz? Does it light a fire underneath you? Does it make you realize that you are going to need to do more than just drive your boot into my skull? If you think that's going to be enough to take me down, then, you're going to be in for a surprise.

“I was going to say a word or two about Dulce, mostly out of politeness. However, I changed my mind. Let's make it clear, this girl is already past her prime, and the little incident with winning the Goddesses Championship doesn't change that.”

That's hilarious because…HANA NAKAJIMA said the same thing to me! You can pull out the videos from Team Aria versus Team Llorona and you can clearly see that she and Rin Asakura have that same issue. “I’m not going to respond to Dulce because she's past her prime!” I pride myself in being honest, so why don’t you just tell the truth, Rin? Why don't you feel the need to talk to me? Why don't you feel the need to insert yourself in a battle of words and wits with me? Is it because you feel like you can't measure up to me? Or is it because you, like Hana, are ducking me? I hate to use that word, but I feel like when it comes to cutting these videos, the two of you have that same issue and that's you aren't afraid to take these shots towards me, my legacy, and how I am as a wrestler, but you think that you're above talking to one of the most decorated women in this company? Do you think that you’re above talking to Dulce Torres? What merit do you have over me? What position are you in to come up with that conclusion? You don't think that Dulce Torres is worth your time because she's “past her prime,” but someone like Daisy is worth talking about? While it’s no shade to her, I’m trying to understand your logic, sweetheart. You think that someone like The Banshee is worth your time, but what has she accomplished? These are two women who aren't in their prime, but somehow, they're more worthy of your time and attention? I’m trying to understand where your logic is coming from because maybe, it's all because you have nothing to say to a woman who is more accomplished than you. Maybe, you have nothing to say to a woman who has been able to brush off any negativity and naysayers? After all, I don't let losses define me like a lot of the other women. I don't let setbacks be my downfall. I embrace them. I make the most out of them. I will overcome them and maybe then, you can't say that I'm past my prime, Rin.

“I’m better than you Dulce!” I don’t mean to come off as blunt, but is this supposed to be the woman who is the favorite? Is this supposed to be the woman that everyone should be fearing? Is this supposed to be the woman who is supposed to headline Final Destination? A woman who feels like she has nothing to prove because she’s defeated me twice? Wow, gee, if The Banshee says that I have no chance of winning, then, I should just call it a day, take my ball and go home because there is no stopping this ridiculous woman in clown makeup. I was afraid once upon a time, but now, all I can do is sit back and laugh because this is really ridiculous at this point. I just told Rin about how I don't let losses define me, but Banshee, don’t let these wins define you because I could turn that little confident brisk walk, throw you over the top rope and show you that you’re nothing compared to Dulce Torres. You, want to bring up these “victories” over me, but you also want to say that you don’t want to overlook me? I was responsible for taking you out of the equation, but it’s not something that constantly lives in my mind rent-free as it must with you. It must stink to have a woman, who you’ve constantly put down, called “overrated” and a “management favorite” be twice the woman that you will ever be. It’s funny because, from all of this talk about me being all of those things, it will get turned around against you. Imagine if you somehow win Clash? Imagine if you somehow pull it all off and then, it's going to make all of this time and energy with taking shots about me being the “favorite” feel wasted. It's going to make you seem like a giant hypocrite because you don't think that OWA won’t capitalize on the concept of having an abnormal woman like yourself on tv as much as possible? You don't think that OWA doesn't see one of the attractions of the Odyssey brand? As shocking as it sounds, it's been you. You have been one of the focal points on the brand. You have been someone who has been shoved down the throats of everyone. You have been propping yourself up as someone who could be considered quality talent, but Diantha Rosso, Liz Karlson, NAMI and Alyssa Grace called and they want to correct you on that. You can even put Jonetta Stone in that conversation, but she'd rather spend her days with being a puppet. Such a shame, but Banshee, I am more than excited to be stepping into the ring with you because if you think that you're going to be the one to throw me over the top rope, you got another thing coming because I’m not allowing you to get one over on me this time. After all, you can't really rely on Jonetta to have your back in this match.

Michael Bishop, Diantha Rosso, Alyssa Grace, The Banshee and Krysis have spoken. It’s such good shit!

REVY PROMO #2 February 22nd 2022, 7:19 am by **Jeff X**

OOC: This is a REVY PROMO. I'm just posting it for Goose because he's having difficulty with the forums right now. He also wants it to be known that it's Llorona's fault.

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Si Yo Fuera Un Chico

April, I love you. And there is nothing more than I would rather do than to honor and celebrate your greatness, and I didn’t want to spoil the surprise yet, but like we did with opening the “Aria Jaxon’s Center for People who don’t read too good and don’t give certain writers their dues or respect,” Jojo and I were gonna open the “The April Song Style of April-fu Martial Arts that is effective in most situations but not tournaments” Dojo. This is what we were gonna spend the profits from your onlyfans,, so that someday, a little girl can can learn to be one the best most badass women and friend I ever had. … BUT LIKE WHAT THE FUCK, GURL?!

I told you that in confidence, and you know I’m sensitive about that. I can’t help that I got big feet, and here you are telling the entire locker room and the world that I wear clown shoes! What you gonna tell them next? About how awkward it was for me to buy grown ass women shoes when I was ten and how kids use to call me big foot. Or that part of the reason I wish I was a man was so I can say my big feet matches the size of my penis? BUT I DON’T GOT ONE, APRIL! YOU KNOW THIS! And because of that, I always had self-esteem and confidence issue. I’m gonna kill my therapist for saying I should share everything with you.

But you know what… that’s ok. I’m sure you didn’t mean to expose me like that. I know you meant well, saying maybe I should take this a bit more seriously. But you are kind of sending me mix messages here, buddy. Do you want to win the clash or do you want me to take this seriously and win the clash for myself? Because I have you know, April, one, samesies. I’d love it if we both could walk out of the Clash with what we want, two, I’m very serious about this. And three, you’re wrong, because I don’t just want a crack at Stephanie Matsuda or Diantha… I want both cheeks. I want everything. But it’s as I said before, April. It’s not that I don’t want you to get your big title match on the big show and all that jazz. It’s that it should not happen on Llorona’s Odyssey, because absolutely no one should trust her to do anything fairly. She’s got a chip on her shoulder, and my plan is to essentially put a stop to her before it can happen.

So just because I’m a little cray cray, It doesn’t mean I’m insane, because yes, I know it’s weird to be doing all this for Aria Jaxon. I bet you have been scratching that noggin of yours, wondering, “when the hell did Revy and Aria Jaxon become such close friends?” And knowing Aria, she’d be like, “”Friends” is a pretty strong word to use to describe this relationship.” And I’d be like, “Oh, Aria, you’re so funny, can I get another title shot?” That’s typically how it plays out in my head. But come on, April, you know me better than this. You know how deceptive I can be, or how well I know how to promote myself.

And here I am, going into the Women’s clash, where 39 other women, including yourself thinking I’m just coo coo for Aria Jaxon, but that’s only like… 40% of the case. And yeah, I probably shouldn’t be talking about this, but I’m sure people are still flustered by the news about my big feet and wanting to have a big penis. But you know you are my number 1, right April? You don’t gotta be jealous or prove anything for me. I mean, that’s cute, you telling me that you respect me, that I’m one of the smartest people you know, then that I’m insane, and then you are gonna kick my ass. What a total tsundere. But you my Tsundere!

(Revy does little hand gestures pointing at the camera and back at her, into a little hand-shaped heart, some scissoring motion, and finger in the hole before she stops it.)

But maybe it’s not really all about Aria. I mean, when has love ever push me to do better. But maybe…. Just maybe, April, I’m still upset about how Demo Corp ended because 3 of the 4 people involved really wanted that OWA Women’s title so badly, it Yoko Ono us, and with that, I just have this sense that Llorona is a bad, horrible, selfish person that needs to be punished for that. I mean, did Demo Corp really have to break up just so every woman on the team could had been champion? I mean, we could had still all been friends and civil about it all, but no, our friendship wasn’t even worth it to try that. So maybe part of me still resents that? Maybe it wasn’t the loss of my brother that drove me over the edge, but it had more to do with people telling me to stop being stupid and emotional about things like friends and family, and I suppose in this case, Aria Jaxon. But what if….. WHAT IF?! It’s all a big front, because if I told everyone the real truth, everyone would take it seriously, and put a target on my back. It’s funny how I’ve let the truth out a few times, and no one has bat an eye. Because through all the confusion and madness of everything I’ve said and done, I truly do hate that Women’s Title…. If not, every world title. It just brings the absolute worse out of everyone. It turns friends against each other, just like it did with Jonetta and Llorona, but not you, April. You wouldn’t … betray me… for that glorified accessory, right? All that stuff you said about the Clash, it’s all fun and jest, but you … wouldn’t, and you gotta answer as if there is a gun to your head and be really honest, if that world title was in front of you, and you had to pick between it and I, it would be me, right? Like just play with me with the idea that, if you had to choose between never having the OWA Women’s championship belt or never having me……. Nah, of course you’d pick me. After all, I’m sure the main reason you came back wasn’t just to win the world title, but to spend a little more time with me. Why? Because you are a damn good friend April, and I appreciate that about you. …. But just to be safe, I truly believe Odyssey would be much better without the world titles…. I mean, if I knew Odyssey could just take world titles from other brands, I feel like Demo Corp could had just taken a world title from the other brands. One for Jonetta, one for Llorona, and with Noah Reigner as the Immortal Champion, it would had been like taking candy from a baby because half the women on this roster are thicker than him, One for April. But then when would he be enough. How long until Jonetta, Llorona, or April want more? Azumi doesn’t hide the fact she would do that, and all you competitive bitches are bred from the same cloth. It would never end. So like Thanos, instead of just giving everyone a world title… it would be better if no one could have it.

Yeah, what if using the Clash to challenge Hana for her Athena’s Cup was all just one big ploy to capture both the world titles. Then one day, BOOM! “LOL. Revy accidentally blew up the world titles, cut them up to pieces, melted them, and mailed them all over the world via USPS. What a ditz? What a dumbass? But that’s just how Revy is.” Yes…. “accidentally” because the truth would be so much worse. How many people actively try to stop Revy if they knew she is actively trying to destroy the world championships, a lineage everyone has fought so hard to preserve and be a part of. That would make her enemy number one. Absolutely no one would allow her to even get near the belts. That would put a target on her. Everyone would try to stop her, so why not convince everyone that she is stupid, after all, it’s easier to just ignore the crazy person and live out our own fantasies. So why not fabricate an insanely absurd reasoning to want to win and fuck shit up like “Waaaaaaah, I miss Aria… I want Aria Back! Fuck Llorona.” “Coincidentally” get myself in a position to capture the world titles, and poof… it would be all too late. No world titles, and everyone on Odyssey lives happily ever after….. And no one is the wiser

(Revy pauses and looks up at the ceiling…. Before smiling and dropping back to the camera.”

OR MAYBE I’M JUST COO COO FOR ARIA JAXON! WAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I MISS ARIA!! FUCK LLORONA! BlubblubBawitdabadabangdadangdiggydiggydiggysaidtheboogiesaidupjumptheboogieblubbllub blub…. (the sound you make when you motorboat your finger on your lip) There is just simply no way Revy could come up with something like that. It’s so much more believable that she thinks genies are real, after all, when it comes to scheming, that’s Moongoose schticks. Revy?… She just throws flashbangs around… Isn’t that right, Liz?

That’s so clever. You are gonna pull my head off like it’s a pin in a grenade… Brillant. But I feel like you missed a real opportunity to really finish the joke, and be like “THEN I HURL HER OUT OF THE RING!” Because that’s just Grenade throwing 101. You aim, you pull the pin, and you throw it! Like…. “Dead emoji.” That would had been so funny! But it ended up being for the better, because you ain’t gonna be throwing me out of the ring. What are you trying to insinuate here? That where I go, disaster follows? So you gotta prepare for me like I’m some kind of natural disaster? And… you are ready? Oh no…. Liz…. has a plan… against me?! There it is, there is the winch… i mean wrench to my plans! How am I gonna deal with Liz… and her sunglasses and noise cancelling ear buds! She’s untouchable now! I should just give up I suppose…. Or… I can just kick you in the face and knock that shit out of your face and make you eat a flashbang. You see, those are just temporary solutions, where you forget that your girl here knows how to adapt to. I’m prepared for that shit, after all, I’m a former girls scout and army woman. That’s a lie. I got kicked out of the girl’s scout for cahooting with the squirrels to steal all the cookies. But I know how you can prepare for me. I know how you can deal with the flash bangs. The secret is…. To lose the eye and blow out your ear drums. Then the flashbangs don’t work. And If you ask me, Liz, you’d look pretty damn hot with an eye patch. So if you want, though, if I can be honest and frank, this would be my first time doing one, I’d love to give you a makeover. Put a little lipstick there, some blush to really show off your cheek bones, an eyeliner jabbed right into your eye socket, and frying pan to the side of your head because like I said… I’VE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE AND THERE IS A GOOD CHANCE I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE HELL I’M DOING! …or do I?...No, I really don’t, because I’ve always been naturally this adorable and never needed make up.

And Rebecca Filth… I would love to be able to avoid and ignore you, but there is just something about you that I just can’t get rid of, and it’s the stench you left on April after your match up, that I went to good will to donate April’s clothing, and they begged me to take it back. Like for god sakes, gurl, who are you wearing? Poison by Dior? Sex Panther? Gamer Girl Bathwater? …. Nut Rub? Whatever it is, can you please stop it. Take a shower? Maybe stuff a couple of moth balls in your pockets and down your throat? You’re attracting all the rodents and pestilence in Odyssey. But all jokes aside, let me see if I’m getting this straight… you prefer…. Llorona… over Aria? I mean, we all knew you had bad taste, but this is really pushing it. But you know what? I’m not that surprised at all that if one person that would be ok with Llorona, it’s the one who isn’t afraid to get down and dirty, and perhaps you are right about one thing. And no, it’s not about Aria being bad. It’s that I shouldn’t be ignoring you, and maybe I should do something about it. I mean, first you dare sully Aria with that stank hole you call a mouth, then you beat April, and now I bet you feeling really tough, confident, and even invincible right now. Like nobody can touch you, but the truth is, nobody wants to touch you. Including myself, but maybe it’s time you meet someone who is willing to match you. I’ve done it before. I’ve gone without showers for days at a time when serving. I’ve done things. Horrible things, that I know and have accepted that I can never wash clean. The difference between you and I, is where you are literally filthy…. Mentally and spiritually, I am filthier, I’m deranged, messed up, sick in the head. I’m the kind of filth that doesn’t only make people feel uncomfortable, but the kind that people can’t… and won’t imagine is possible. I’m terrifying when I really want something and as much as I rather let you stay in yo lane as the dirtiest Rebecca of them all, I’m afraid I just might have to slap that lose tooth out of your mouth, and you are gonna wish I kept forgetting about you. But right now, what I really really want …. Is for you to sit down, shut the fuck up, and peddle your garbage elsewhere before I hose you down, take a bar of soap, rinse and lather your up, and then scrub every disease and parasite off your body with barbwire.

And Jonetta. Sigh… damn shame. To think, it could had been you, me, and April, planning out the Clash, figuring out how to work together, biding our time on when to betray each other, and then laughing it off, because we were all planning it. But alas, Llorona is General Manager, because you put her there, and you probably think that you got me good because you beat us and got Llorona into power first and Aria is gone now. And I gotta say, that was pretty damn good. You got me again. After all, Jonetta Stone just somehow always seems to have the upperhand on me each and every damn time. … Except that one time… when you lost the OWA’s Women’s Championship. And just like how nobody cares that Aria’s gone. Nobody cared when you were the champ, and nobody cared when you lost it. That’s a lie… I cared. And I’m sure you are telling yourself, you got me good, yet here you are, bitching and complaining about how you don’t have your title and you don’t have Banshee. And I’m just like, “why the fuck are you telling me?” Last time I checked, we weren’t friends and I would never be capable of doing anything to the great Jonetta Stone. But then, like, holy shit, I pinned you and eliminated you out of the title… and I freed Banshee from her curse, so wow, I guess it really was my fault then? And now you are doing the same thing with Aria that you did with Moongoose. Talking shit about them behind their back, trying to egg me back into a situation where I’m gonna fight you. Funny because weren’t you the one that was like, “Revy, you shouldn’t be picking fights with me, no more title matches. I’m done, I want nothing to do with you.” Yet now, it seems like you want this to happen. You, me, in the ring, one more time… for old time sakes…. But unfortunately, I’m gonna have to pass.

Because you see, I made a deal, a long time ago, when I was like, “Girl, I know you want Jonetta Stone, but I was first dibs, and you can have her when I’m done.” And as far as I know, we are done. You are no longer the champion, I felt fulfilled, and as far as I know, I live rent free in the back of your mind. I’ve done what I’ve set up to do, sans a world title. But that can change soon, and honestly, I’d bet it would hurt a lot more to see me win the OWA’s Women’s Championship than any form of punishment I can dish on you…. But that probably won’t hurt as much as what SHE would do for you. In case you weren’t sure whom I was talking about… Banshee was the person I told that she can have seconds when I’m done. So unlike you, I ain’t gonna tell Banshee what to do, and I’m sure she doesn’t care, but …. She’s all yours. Whatever you want to do to Jonetta, I’m not gonna do anything. You’re free…. FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

But note that’s all I’ll be giving you, Banshee, because as badly as you want it, the clash. I called first dibs on it too. But hey, just like Jonetta, I’ll keep my word too. Once I’m done, you can have it. Pinky promise! No? Yeah, I doubt that was gonna work. But I still owe you for that sick ass trick you pulled on me….. And you owe me because I freed you from Jonetta’s boney manhands. So in a way, you owe me like twice, and since I know you aren’t willing to compromise with the clash, and I get that. How about you beat the living balboosta out of Jonetta, just schlep, mentch, and kvetch her a bit, in the tuckis…shove your tree trunk like arms up her bupkis and make her apologize liek a schmuck…… and we’ll call it even? …. What’s that? She’s not Jewish? ….Banshee isn’t Jewish? … I thought she was like a Golem….But I literally learned how to free her from the Koran……you sure?...that’s mushugge….. Oh vey…. I apologize for my anti-Semitism, I’ll be more careful with my choice of words in the future.

NOW DOWN WITH THE NAZI-FACIST REGIME THAT IS LLORONA’S NAZI GERMANY ODYSSEY. I’M GONNA WIN THE CLASH. SUCK IT, BITCHES! EAT FLASH BANGS, MOTHERFUCKERS! Every two weeks Aria Jaxon doesn’t come back as General Manager, someone is gonna get hit with a flashbang… MARK MY WORDS!!

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

Clash of The Kingdoms February 22nd 2022, 12:05 am by **El Landerson**

[When El Landerson is in the back to figure something out until his Wife and Daughter appears and the arena while Hugh Jess stops them]

Hugh Jess: Landerson. last month on Olympus you lost the match to Nate Cage. which means that you will be apart of the Men's Clash match to participate of the Olympus roster to take out Kingdom and Odyssey Clash Entrants at Clash of The Titans four on OWA any suggestions Mr Landerson.

{OWA Universe cheers for Landerson in the background arena}

Bit Luchador|El Landerosn: The reason they let Nate Cage. win over win is because he wants to get himself an World title but instead I have to be apart of this Men's Clash match to get passed
through Odyssey and Kingdom and when I get done eliminating Kingdom and Odyssey n Olympus and to earn myself a future title shot for Alyssa Grace OWA Heavyweight Championship at Clash of The Titans four on OWA network.

Hugh Jess: and what about your Wife and Daughter do you think that they will be there to support you at clash of The Titans four.

Bit Luchador|El Landerson: Technically Mr Hugh Jess. my Wife and Aaliyah. are gonna stay put in the backstage area and watch there beloved Husband and Daughter to see me win this Men's Clash of The Titans four and win it all and fight for any OWA Championship of my choosing and that person that I will like to fight is Alyssa Grace. she's carrying the OWA Men's Heavyweight Champion and after I win this Men's Clash match at Clash of The Titans four then hopefully I can win this match and challenge Alyssa Grace. for her OWA Heavyweight title on The Olympus at OWA.

Hugh Jess: but can you at least eliminate three brands for Odyssey and Kingdom in Olympus on Clash of The Titans four.

Bit Luchador|El Landerson: actually Mr Jess. it's not up to me it's up for OWA they are the one's who should win the Men's Clash match at Clash of The Titans four and when I get my Opportunity then someone will be looking at your next Men's Clash match this week once I become this years Clash of The Titans four when I eliminate Nate Cage and Ryo in Graham Baker and Jacob Senn in OWA Prestige Champion Mark Michael's those are the one's that I will meet at Clash of The Titans four and win the Men's Clash match on OWA network.

Hugh Jess: can you even defeat all three brands this Sunday.

Bit Luchador|El Landerson: only hows the Men's Clash match gonna turn out cause once I enter this match I will be the last Olympus Superstar remaining and I will win the Men's Clash Match and head to OWA Wrestle fest and fight for Alyssa Grace's Heavyweight Championship on Olympus at OWA network.

Bit Luchador|El Landerson: in it's the Six-one-nine!

(Landerson and his Wife and Daughter signs off when Hugh Jess continues talking)

Hugh Jess: thanks for the support Landerson. and good luck at Clash of The Titian s.

Hugh Jess: we hope that Landerson. can win his Men's Clash match where the winner gets an future title shot for Alyssa Grace. Heavyweight Championship on Olympus at OWA network.

[Camera fades when landerson and Angie in Aaliyah Landerson walks straight back to her father locker room before the match even begins this Sunday]

Matsuda has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 21st 2022, 11:27 pm by **Jonetta Stone**

(A messy haired Jonetta Stone is seen walking the halls of the Dollhouse Mansion. She appears hungover as she holds her head when a butler approaches her.)

Butler: Ms Stone, perhaps you should rest. You haven’t been yourself lately. Perhaps you’re taking this Clash too seriously, all this talk of the Banshee and hunting you down.

(Jonetta’s eyes go feral at what she considers audacity, causing the butler to recoil in fear.)

Jonetta: Shut up! And get me my first-class plane ticket to Brazil already! Don’t repeat their blasted propaganda. I’m going to destroy each and every single one of those revolting knuckle-draggers!

(Jonetta storms off, holding the onto the walls with her left hand as she fights the head pain and the words of her foes.)

Jonetta: The Banshee will hunt you this, that Banshee will hunt you that. What do they know of her? Half of them never feared the Banshee until I made her the most dominant force in Odyssey history. Even now some of them have already gone back to their past talking points of Banshee not producing results, all because Banshee is too stupid to see my vision of leading us to the top of Odyssey. What has Banshee even done since she was freed from my uplifting embrace? Let Diantha get a title shot? All this hype around her is residuals from when I directed her to smash through Team Aria, both in our official match and when she left their broken bodies littered across the ring! And of course, I was capable of doing that. Not only am I the quarterback of Odyssey, but also I know Banshee the most! I was the one who conquered her vessel in her very debut, I was the one who made sure she didn’t win the cup, and I’m the woman she’s never beaten! I have given her first loss and led her to her biggest victory! Just like I know how to make her the most feared person in OWA, I know how to dismantle her! The Banshee has never existed in OWA without me! But Jonetta Stone was here before the Banshee and damn it I can be here much after! It’s disgusting that people think that brain dead walking undead knows anything about hunting,

(A bitter look comes across Jonetta’s face at the mere thought.)

Jonetta: In fact, what do any of them know about hunting in the first place? Filth, Nami, and countless others want to find false solace in the fact that Revy and Banshee will hunt me down in this contest. Do either of those lunatics look competent enough to know anything about great baiting, trapping, and pulling the trigger with pinpoint accuracy!? Do either of them seem able to analyze a habitat and any specimen they’re dealing with???? They’re no better hunters than the rest of the riffraff! Revy just wildly throws flashbangs and Banshee just aimlessly storms forward like a fricking Walking Dead zombie! Who is to even say those women and I will be in the ring at the same time for them to save you all from me? Or even have me around to distract them from slaughtering the rest of you??

(Perhaps Jonetta is saying all of this to convince herself, but it manages to get her to be able to stand up without the wall as she begins to sober up with a snarl.)

Jonetta: Besides…..why do you all speak as if this is some controlled poetic environment where everything goes all nice and orderly? Have some of you never been in a battle royal as important as the Clash or something? Do you not know the frenzy that actually takes over when so many begin to get copped up inside that ring? Do you even know the mystery competitors that will no doubt be showing up into this match to cause even more chaos! The clash has always been the most nonsensical contest and disgustingly random match in OWA. That’s why I’ve hated it so much! It’s no wonder this match has always served that wretched crazy hobgoblin Diantha Rosso, a miniature gremlin that can only survive in a mad world! What is it that you people do not understand about the madness of it all? For a poacher like me, it’s like being thrown into an ecosystem that you’d never be meant to deal with at any other time. You’re in the ring with people at the bottom and the top of Odyssey, champions and losers, high flyers and the heavy hitters! There’s no other match like this! Where else would you have to hunt down polar bears, lions, eagles, and bulls in an enclosed space? Yet you all seem to think you have plans and conditions that you can rely on?!! Foolishness!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Jonetta yelled out with fiery fury, but then a cold hatred takes over her eyes as she cools down.)

Jonetta: But fine. Since you all want to talk about hunting and targets on backs, I’ll play the hunted animal for once. Something people often forget is that some of the most prized animals to poach are themselves great hunters in their own right. You have to respect, nearly even fear, the very animals you are out to hunt if you are to survive taking their heads. Way too many of you seem to think the hunt is a cakewalk. I’ll teach each and every single one of you the terrors of the wild. For amateurs hunters like all of you it’ll be the most dreadful experience of your lives. A lot of you gals seem to forget I am 5’10” and 175 pounds in a world filled with 5’4” damsels who don’t even weigh 100 pounds soaking wet! I’ll rip out jugulars with my claws like a feral canine, reminding you how vicious I can be to get ahead. I’ll cave your heads in like a gorilla would if you decided to fight one, showing you I am still one of the most physically imposing women on this roster. I’ll chase you to what feels like the ends of the earth when your short legs can’t escape this cheetah, making you come to terms with the fact I am the perfect package of speed and strength. And when this shark smells blood in the water and drags you all down to depths you’ve never before been forced to drown in, you’ll all rue the day you thought you could tip your toes into my waters and dare mess with me!

Daisy……Hana, you still have a chance, but the rest of you are dead meat.

Nami. You want validation where you aren’t written off? You want attention so badly you’ll push my buttons by throwing praise towards my enemies? It’ll cost you. The funny thing is I hadn’t even judged you that harshly. You were a novelty to me, something new I hadn’t really fully grasped yet as I was curious where your career would go and how well you’d do living up to that big championship you have. Yet you demanded my attention just to expose yourself as yummy prey that is so easy to do away with and be outwitted. You should have faded into the background like a chameleon, until it was your time to make your move, but your ego has gotten in the way of taking advantage of the mystery surrounding you as a budding champion. I never understood why people want to be, or ride on, shooting stars, it’s such a counterintuitive turn of phrase, but be my guest! Burn up and fade away as you descend down the night skies! I’ll be sure to make a wish when the grand Goddess Champion is forced out of the ring like a common street urchin! The misnamed “shooting star” is merely a stone or even dust itself that flames out as it falls in space, that’s nothing to brag about. I don’t care how many idiots don’t actually know what a shooting star is, you might as well have came up to me claiming you wielded fool’s gold when you decided to approach me flapping your gums about a counterfeit star and thinking I was going to let it slide. You might say, “Jonetta, you’re nitpicking.” But no! This isn’t me focusing on a grammar mistake or droning on about a physical impossibility in a movie like Neil Tyson does. Your blunder choice of words is something that fits situation so well that it can’t be overlooked. Just like there’s a litany of knuckledraggers who are tricked into thinking burning dust is equivalent to the greatness of a star, there’s an army of people that support you Nami, but just because there’s many doesn’t mean any of them know what they’re talking about! What does the Banshee know of talent? She’s the talent I found and made powerful through slavery, not the other way around. You make her sound like some legendary scouter of rising athletes! But she has never had any great proteges, underlings, teams she’s lead, not nothing! Unless one attempts to hamfist the idea that she somehow made Diantha, two time world champion, famous when they were both under my influence. Why would someone who has neither been a champion in OWA nor even been able to manage anyone be the arbiter of who is a better champion than another?

But it’s okay Nami, I trust neither Banshee’s nor your own assessment of yourself, so you’re not completely dismissed yet. You’re no shooting star. Those things fade out before they even hit the ground. Your career will live on after I throw you out of the ring, even if I make sure it’s a hard landing so you remember not to cross me again. I see you as an unpolished stone rather than a burning rock fading down into nothingness from the sky. But you’re not going to have your polish done at the Clash. It’s much too soon for you to be able to show all your colours and have your place on Odyssey forever secured. No, the only stone of any value here is the one that comes as the last name of Jonetta. I don’t descend and I don’t burn out. I am the stone thrown through every glass window of the established order of OWA, striking fear of changing order into the hearts of Arias, DeMarcos, OWA pillars, and anyone who thinks they can keep me at bay. I am the stone everyone wants around their fingers when they need something to nicen up an ugly hand they’ve been given without me. And I am the stone that will remind you that there was a reason you called me the measuring stick of Odyssey at your first instinct when I make you kiss the stone of this ring.

And Rebecca Filth, don’t get too comfortable. Unlike your clients, I am someone who knows how to use my size and I am not so easily satiated by a scrawny little girl with a lot of lip to give. I don’t have anything against you, but if you think I’m going to let anyone get in the way of me getting my championship back and becoming the leader of this roster again, you are sorer in the mistaken department than any good sex session could ever leave you. If anything, you’re the one tied down, you’re a champion and how many champions win matches like this? Very rare, because champions become too accustomed to defending themselves from others that they forget how hungry you have to be in order to fulfill a chase! I can tell you don’t have that desperate drive to walk out of the Clash with the main event spot guaranteed to you. You even went as far as to let not needing to win this match be the first words out of your mouth. You may think that’s a bragging right, but instead, it merely shows you have let gold make you complacent and forget the craving every wrestler should have to reach the top.

As for you Liz Karlson, the Ivory Tower has never been brought so low that it would require a rebuild. It was merely robbed from what it is righteously mine. With Revy’s help, Matsuda pulled off the most disgusting caper this business has ever seen when I lost my championship and didn’t get a rematch. To this day, I still close shows. To this day, I’m still the woman they call to lead teams like Team Llorona. And to this day, people call me the favourite to win this Clash or predict my stalker is the favourite, because I’m still a focal point of our brand! You? You’re only the random passerby people were puzzled with how and why you got a championship match, which you predictable failed in. You can claim I’ve fallen down all you want, but my bottom is still above your damn ceiling bitch!

You know how I know you’ve gone soft April? It’s because you used to help me hold the girlfriends of our enemies down as hostages with glee in your eyes. You didn’t bat one eyelash when Revy fired a grieving widow. And before we even met, you used to be in the air force dropping fire on soldiers from poor countries and shooting less-skilled pilots than yourself out from the skies. So many despicable actions! But now? You cry to me about the meanie words I used towards Revy in what feels like forever ago now. You even beg for Hana to show mercy towards Revy as if you forget Hana is one of the only reasons you’ve been a champion in this business in the last half-decade! I can’t even believe the words that were uttered from your mouth, did you really use the terms “picking on those more sensitive and vulnerable than you?” What’s next? You’ll tell me I should never punch down? Worse yet, you told me you were pissed off, but instead of being pissed off about the fact that you’re the only Demo Corps member that completely faded out of the main event without anything to show for it, you’re mad at me about complete poppycock nonsense. All the while, you’ve been fine with being in catering and prancing around Brazil, getting massages as if your career isn’t passing you by! Where’s your hunger? Where’s the killer that comes before the bee? Because right now all I see is a queen bee who thinks things are that sweet and she’s somehow got a bunch of worker bees to do the work for her, but we all know that is not the case old lady.

Revy, Three words. Aria. Doesn’t. Care.

Banshee, there’s still so much about this world you fail to understand. This angry obsession with me is misplaced! You should be thanking me for molding you into what you are today. Furious with Revy for denying you your right to have my process completed so that you could become the greatest monster I could have made you into. The concept of free will is too big for your meager mind to even comprehend, let alone be upset about allegedly losing it! No what I did was free you from the slavery of your inferior genes and weak synapses in your brain to make you be led by a master who knows better how to use your skills. I made you a being to be feared, now you’re becoming a sideshow act for these wretched fans. No better than a zoo animal. You’re acting no better than a common criminal, stealing my property. Weren’t you the one who called Serena some sort of ghetto thug? You are merely being a hypocrite. I will not deny that you have stressed me out and given me sleepless nights Banshee. It brings me great woe to know all this time and potential is being wasted! It hurts that I have to go through all these steps to have you have a bounty on your head and for me to have to worry about you being dumb enough to ruin this match for the both of us! But make no mistake, I intend on overcoming it all and getting back all that is mine. Be it my necklace. Be it my Women’s World Championship. I once hated matches like the Clash for it’s unruliness and chaos, but at least in a match with 30 women there’s a lot of bodies around to keep you distracted or even thrown out without your closed-minded obsession running amuck of my plans. I am not an animal so easily captured by some untrained buffoon such as yourself, I taught you much of what you know, but I have exposed to you not but a fraction of my own book of tricks. And we all know how easily you were handled the last time I had a book by my side.

I control the history books of this company! And if I need to write the last chapter of so many of your careers to prove it, I will! You girls have no idea what you are getting yourselves into pissing me off! I’ve taken it relatively easy on you all in the past. I tried to rule Odyssey in the name of class and sanity, but I’m coming to terms with the fact that perhaps I need to conquer in a new way that fits the times at hand. You people don’t want peace. You thrive on chaos and violence! You want a brand of whimsical madness where people are time travellers, magical monsters, and where the poacher has to act like an animal! But no one knows how to be a beast better than the one who studied them and kept them held down so long. You all want Odyssey to be ugly, and in my rise, I’ll reveal how nasty it can truly get.

(Jonetta slams her fist to the wall as the camera goes to black.)

Michael Bishop, Diantha Rosso, Arata Asakura, Alyssa Grace and The Banshee have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 21st 2022, 11:22 pm by **Diantha Rosso**

Even her dreams are filled with pain. All the suffering. All the mockery. She tries to put it all in the past and let it go. She tries to find outlets for her anger…but more remains. Even in her sleep, Diantha can’t find peace from all the challenges that stand in her way. She awakens in Sao Paulo, the hotel that she chose to check into to avoid prying eyes and wrestling fans. She wasn’t sure how many people knew of her here but didn’t want to take chances in a city like Rio where fans from all over the continent, if not the world would be flocking for the Clash.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

An annoyed Diantha gets out of bed and calmly walks to the door. When she opens it, a tall, middle-aged looking guy with sunglasses and the biggest smile on his face appears in front of her. The suit that he was wearing definitely didn’t appear to be cheap by any means.

“I don’t do autographs and you’re way too old to date. Go away.”

“Good morning Diantha. My name is Jameson. Well, that is my last name anyway. I’m an attache for The Ruler. I’m a liaison for many of his associates here in Brazil as well as Mexico and various parts of Latin America. He sent me here to Sao Paulo to make sure that all of the things that you requested would be provided to you. If you need time to prepare, I can wait out here. We already have a car standing by for you.”

Great. Someone who got joy out of their work. WIth that stupid corporate smile. Diantha didn’t bother saying a word, slamming the door in the guy’s face and getting ready. Training had to be done, no matter how much she hated it.

They eventually arrived in a run-down part of the city. It was poor but vibrant. Art, people playing football, food vendors, shops, hustlers. Everything that could be going down was. Once they arrived at the place where she was meant to train, she took one look at the nondescript dump of a building and then at the man who drove her here. It was not the expression of someone that was particularly pleased.

“I apologize if the building doesn’t fit your aesthetics, Miss Rosso. DT made me aware that you wanted to train in a private place and this is one of the most “private” places we could find here. As you know, being well-traveled, cities are full of places meant for people who don’t want to be found or don’t want business to be found. ‘Trap Houses’ I think some would call them. Please, take a look inside before you judge it not to be to your liking?”

Diantha opened the door and, despite the building’s horrible exterior, the interior was state of the art for a trainer: a wrestling ring built to OWA specifications, training mats, free weights, boxing gloves and equipment such as heavy and speed bags. Everything that Diantha could ask for in terms of training was there. But there were also two massive men with a woman who couldn’t have been older than thirty bound and gagged, her eyes terrified.

“It’s nice. It will be adequate. But what the hell is that?”

Diantha nodded towards the woman and the men holding her in place. Jameson’s corporate yes-man smile returned and his pleasant tone continued to remain in place, which was unnerving even for Diantha.

“Oh! I almost forgot, The Ruler asked me to ask you for a small favor in return for using this facility, a minor token of the cooperation between our group and yourself. This young woman made a horrible mistake, stealing from some associates of ours here. We just needed to extract some information from her. Torturing is a bit messy and Mr. Donovan has heard that you have certain…sadistic proclivities. Would you extract information from this woman for us?”

“......Heh. Sure. Why not? I need a body to try some holds out on anyway.”

Confused as to what the two were talking about for a moment, the woman was calm. Then when she saw them looking towards her and speaking in English, which she didn’t understand, she started shaking her head as the gag was removed from her mouth. Her voice was a shrill, desperate cry.

“POR FAVOR, SENHORITA! EU SÓ ROUBEI UM POUCO DE DINHEIRO! NÃO ESTOU TRABALHANDO PARA NINGUÉM, JURO PELO TÚMULO DA MINHA MÃE! POR FAVOR ME AJUDE!”

“You know that doesn’t excuse you from stealing, right? Oh, well. I’m off to get lunch prepared for you and the gentleman here. Oh! I know she speaks Portuguese so Raul here will gladly translate for you as you go to work. I’ll return shortly!”

It wasn’t long until the man was gone and Diantha, the poor woman and the two guards were alone. It was probably the most disturbing smile the young woman had ever seen in her life when Diantha smiled at the men, gesturing to her.

“Cut her loose…..”

"Some people would rather die in their pride, than live in their humility."

Sponsorships. Ratings. Endorsements. Saving the brand. Making money. Is that all you fucking care about now? Is that all this wrestling thing is to you, a vehicle to make money and flaunt your vanity on the internet? Queen of Fighters? More like the Queen of Sellouts. Just as I predicted, you belittle me and everything that I’ve done to get here. It’s a bit amusing to me that you spent sooooooo much time talking about how I’ve lost this and lost that, but nevermind the fact that you yourself failed to do anything significant to claim the Women’s World Championship until you lucked out and won the Promethean Chamber. You know what’s funny? You could have been in the same position as I was when Eris cashed in on me. I don’t know what Hana was waiting on but you would have been ripe for the taking on several occasions already. Three opportunities you were given because of who you were. You couldn’t beat Aria. You couldn’t beat Natalie. When it comes to the title you’re holding, you’re a choke artist yourself, you know? You’re talking mighty tough for someone who has held that belt only for a little while with just one defense. You have been a champion, yes. A great champion. I can’t take that away from you because I have the respect and understanding you seem to lack for me. But as you should know by now, the OWA Women’s World Championship is one of the most difficult prizes to capture in our world. It’s also the most difficult to keep in your grasp, as I know well…

By the way…

You are not responsible for the direction of anything. I have been here a long time. Longer than you, even. I crawled, struggled and battled from nothing. You never supported me, eh? You think my brother, my family supported me? I was literally taken in by wolves because no one else wanted me. But all of this, all the rejection, it made me strong. You want to talk about going to Japan like it was some fad for an American Joshi to do, like I went there to look cute and beat up pop idols. I SLEPT IN THE STREETS! I WAS HOMELESS WHEN I WENT TO GO TRAIN IN MEXICO! I HAD TWO DOLLARS WHEN I WENT TO JAPAN TO TRAIN! JUST TWO! AND THIS WAS BEFORE I EVER GOT TO STEP FOOT IN OWA! I WENT ALL OVER THE WORLD WITH NOTHING BUT MY DREAM AND MY BODY, WHICH I MUTILATED AND STARVED JUST TO GET SOMEONE TO NOTICE ME ENOUGH TO OFFER ME A CONTRACT! MY WHOLE CAREER HAS BEEN NOTHING BUT A NIGHTMARE AND NOT A SOUL REACHED OUT TO TRY TO HELP ME WAKE UP FROM IT!

You think I give a shit about losers like Liz, like that idiot Revy, like anyone else on this roster? You are so delusional now that you think your presence wears off on people, like some osmosis that inspires them to do something. You inspire nothing. If Alyssa went and stole a World title just because she fears you she did the entire show a disservice. That worthless hunk of platinum and leather she’s holding only means that the titles will inevitably have to be unified. You, who wrestled in that other place, should be aware of this phenomenon since you experienced it once before. By the way, the only reason that people speak your name is because of that title you’re holding and I can assure you with the utmost sincerity that will not be the case much longer. You said something that is true though: I’m haunted by the past. Very much. I used to love this sport. I used to love the people in it. No more. Why? Because of people like you. Because of the structure that people like you are responsible for maintaining. This isn’t an act. This isn’t an anime. This is very much real life.

You and I, we just have this disconnect about things. You think I attacked you to intimidate you? Intimidation tactics only work on those who are smart enough to have fear in their minds and hearts. You obviously don’t. That Burning Moon that was delivered was just a message, just to show you that just because you’re champion you should respect me. And you responded. You laid me out. Was I intimidated? No. Because I can’t be intimidated. Because I fear nothing walking this earth and especially not you. But I do know what you fear…the future. You don’t say it, but every bit of bravado you show, every interview and corny joke about Sailor Moon and Shadow the Hedgehog- WHICH IS RICH COMING FROM A BITCH THAT SPENT HALF HER CAREER PRETENDING TO BE AN SNK AND FINAL FANTASY CHARACTER- you just display amazing levels of cognitive dissonance or outrageous levels of stupidity.

Go check the old Odyssey tapes, since you obviously weren’t around much or busy jetting around the world with my brother and April to notice: There is NO ONE on this brand who has been in more main events and featured bouts than me. NOT YOU! NOT NATALIE! NOT DULCE! NO ONE! I don’t give a shit about being an Icon, but if I was going to make a claim to being such a thing I could do it a hell of a lot quicker than most people, including you! You think that I think April’s on my level? Heh. I surpassed that drunk a long time ago. That’s why we’re no longer partners…because she was jealous of how I was growing. You think that I want to be your equal? I don’t know if you’re paying attention, but I want to fucking bash your face in. I don’t care about being equal to anyone because I’m not equal to you, The Banshee, Jonetta, NAMI, Alyssa, Rebecca Filth or any other name you care to throw out.

I’m superior to all of you.

As much as I “tried my hands” at other places, I only had true loyalty to OWA. JET and SSW were ventures that actually gave me some of the most exciting times of my life but my heart was always here. I didn’t want to be big anywhere else, I was HAPPY to be just here, being this wrestling company’s ace. But things didn’t work out that way. Niki Khan, a person who helped train me, who knows me better than anyone…she took all that away from me. Even now, as my blood boils and my rage flattens wrestlers left and right…I don’t hold it against her. It was just a lesson that had to be taught.

You said that I am haunted by the past. But, speak truthfully…you fear the future. You know that despite all your efforts that a time of complete darkness is coming for Odyssey and OWA. You know what’s about to happen. You asked me what I was doing while you won a title and Alyssa stole one, yes? I’ve been training. Hardening my body, hardening my soul. You want “Killer Instinct”? Look no further. I have been waiting for months, letting my body heal, letting my true feelings come to the surface. I let go of the responsibility of “raising up this brand” because the brand will always keep moving forward with or without me. You…you seem to not understand this. You think that the universe revolves around you, that everyone is where they are because of you! YOU COULDN'T EVEN LET APRIL HAVE HER WIN IN LAW WITHOUT YOU SAYING YOU OWN THE COMPANY! YOU AND AZUMI GOTO THINK THAT YOU ARE WOMEN’S WRESTLING.

You’re not.

Not anymore.

You fear what’s coming and even though you won’t admit it you know that the sands in your hourglass are running short. And I’m not saying that just because you’re facing me. I’m saying that because I can tell in everything you do that you don’t want to be here much longer. You’re trying to make one last cash grab, one last big Main Event payday before you ride off into the sunset with your slut of a wife and your foster kids whose names you don’t even know. As I said before, I’m going to do you a favor. I’m going to, in your dying days as a wrestler, teach you the meaning of the word respect. You seem to only have it when it’s convenient for you, like when you’re wrestling your buddy Aria or….Cailin Dillon, remember her?

I have no desire to be Stephanie Matsuda. I have no desire to be Carlos Rosso or April Song or Aria Jaxon or anyone else. I came from nothing to reach the very top of this sport. I was never given anything and truth be told so many conspired to hold me back that it’s amazing that I got as far as I have. You’re insufferable. You believe that even in my own pain, which has nothing to do with you…that I want to be like you. That’s a level of arrogance that not even Jonetta Stone will ever surpass. You’re not an inspiration. You’re a narcissist. You’re not a model of a champion. You’re just another person waiting to be exposed. You keep banging on about how I want to win this championship to show off this new vision I have for OWA. The vision I have for you, this company, that title and anyone stupid enough to face me is to burn it all down and throw salt on it like the Romans did to Carthage. I have no interest in being a model champion. I have no interest in being the next champion. I only have interest in being Odyssey’s final champion. Do you understand now? There is no one tougher, no one stronger, and no one more vicious. I respect The Banshee but…I don’t think the level of viciousness that she’s currently displaying is enough to make her the monster that she is capable of being. There is only one person on the roster capable of bringing out such beautiful violence. I’ll give you a small hint: it’s not you.

Tell the sheep at home that everything is going to be okay, that their Big Sky Mommy Cloud is going to save them from Big Bad Video Game Villain Diantha and you’ll get your Final Destination Match against your Clash of the Titans winner. Tell them that you’ll save them all from the absolute hell on earth that I’m going to turn Odyssey into once I’ve eradicated you. I will destroy you. I’m going to make sure that Odyssey is rid of you once and for all. It’s not about the title. It’s not about respect. It’s not about your past. It’s not about anything but one thing:

For the rest of my career, my goal is to make sure that anyone in the world who stands in the ring with me will suffer a thousand times more than I have suffered.

I used to be alone in my pain…but after the Clash, I won’t be. You’ll be there with me, in a vortex of torment and mental anguish. You’ll feel some of what I’ve felt and you’ll understand exactly why this sport needs to die, why Odyssey needs to die.

And you will thank me for it.

Then….you can go home and be a family woman.

Loud wails and screams are echoing through the makeshift gymnasium that Diantha is occupying. She takes her time applying holds to a screaming woman. Her body was soft enough for her to know that she had no formal training. That only made the stretching and twisting and pulling worse for her…and better for Diantha. Even the men were disturbed at some of the gentle coddling and cooing Diantha would do to try to pacify her victim, just as she locked in another hold to batter her even more. She screamed for nearly an hour. By the third hour she was just sobbing, yelping every so often once Diantha decided on another hold to use. When people resigned to their fate, that was when Diantha got even more vicious. More headbutts. More elbows. More pulling. Listening to people sob was annoying as hell.

“Eu imploro... não mais... eu te disse tudo... apenas pare de me torturar!”

The begging only made Diantha even more furious, who clenched the neck crank she had applied even tighter. The woman didn’t speak English, but she blabbered on enough in Portuguese for the men to believe she said something of value. Those sobs only brought out more contempt from Diantha and a punch right to the face.

“Be a woman and stop crying!”

The crying eventually stopped, but the torment continued.

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

Re: OWA Promos February 21st 2022, 10:11 pm by **Matsuda**

The Clash Promo #2

“Power”

Rio de Janeiro, Brasil.
Monday.
Early Afternoon.

(Saturday Night Odyssey Play-by-Play Analyst Gia Cervantes arrives at the villa Stephanie Matsuda rented from a wealthy entrepreneur. As she arrives inside, Stephanie’s wife Monica Vaughan walks towards the entranceway and greets Gia with a hug.)

Monica Vaughan: Gia!

Gia Cervantes: Girl, this place is captivating! Steph really went all out this time, huh?

Monica Vaughan: Think of it as her way of apologizing.

Gia Cervantes: And what is she in the doghouse for?

(Monica simply smiles and crosses her arms.)

Monica Vaughan: No breaking news on our marriage, dear.

Gia Cervantes: (shrugs) Can’t blame me for trying to get a scoop. Where’s Cloud?

Monica Vaughan: She’s in the shower. Spent the entire morning training.

(Monica leads Gia to a luxurious living room space where she gestures for her to be seated.)

Monica Vaughan: Anything to drink?

Gia Cervantes: Surprise me.

Monica Vaughan: (smiles) I’ll whip up some shakes.

(As Monica walked off, Stephanie walked into the living room dressed in a tank top and gym shorts with a towel around her neck.)

Cloud Matsuda: Gia! My favorite interviewer! How is it going?

Gia Cervantes: Fine. As much as I’d love to hang out here it’s going to be a long couple of days work-wise so I figured we’d get this interview out the way and maybe I’ll try out that pool towards the weekend?

(Cloud looks at the long pool through the glass pane.)

Cloud Matsuda: Sounds like a plan, sweets.

(Cloud sits across from Gia and places her feet on the footrest.)

Cloud Matsuda: Talk to me, babe.

(Gia attaches the mic to the phone and starts to record.)

Gia Cervantes: Hello everybody this is Gia Cervantes and I’m in Rio de Janeiro sitting with none other than the OWA Women’s World Champion herself, Cloud Matsuda!

Cloud Matsuda: What’s up!

Gia Cervantes: Now Cloud, we’re just days away from your second world title defense at The Clash of the Titans with Diantha Rosso. This will be the first time you’ll meet in one-on-one competition. After being highly physical with each other the past couple of weeks, what are your thoughts going into this match?

Cloud Matsuda: Diantha...seems distracted. She’s been cracking at the seams for quite a while, and now the levee is about to break. She attacked a staff member for crying out loud! She thinks beating Banshee and Jonetta gives her a license to do whatever she wants!? Try beating them in a chamber with Revy, Llorona, and Rebecca Brookes! Now I know she won her first title in the Promethean Chamber, but only one of us kept our title intact, huh? She has no excuse Gia, because I had an Athena’s Cup winner AND an Ascension to the Heavens briefcase holder breathing down my neck! If anything, Diantha is showing me that she doesn’t do well under pressure.

Gia Cervantes: But what about The Clash? She’s won the 2021 and 2020 matches back-to-back. That doesn’t count as standing firm under pressure?

Cloud Matsuda: What, you mean the match where 29 women do the work for you? Listen, I’ll give her some props on that. But, there is no Banshee to get in my way like last year. Rosso only has herself to rely on and you can tell it’s driving her crazy. She attacked a helpless intern in an attempt to intimidate me, but all it did was get her a potential lawsuit! Does Odyssey deserve a champion who can’t control her own anger!? All because the fans no longer love her!? The fans stopped supporting Diantha when they saw how far she’s fallen. And the deeper a hole she digs, the harder it’s going to be for her to get back their respect. Diantha isn’t suited for power, Gia. Most people in this business aren't. They become consumed by it until everything slips from their grasp. And just like those before her, she’ll taint the prestige of this title. I can’t have that, Gia. I’d rather sabotage my own career than to give her a third shot at something she’s failed to do twice over.

Gia Cervantes: And what’s that?

Cloud Matsuda: Make the OWA Women’s World Championship mean something, make Odyssey mean something. I might be hard on the girls, but it’s to bring out the best in them. Nothing wrong with having grit - lord knows I have plenty of it. But, there’s a way to display that moxie…to channel it into something constructive. Maybe ‘Miss February’ feels somebody owes her something. Hell, she admitted that she no longer cares about professional wrestling. Gia, I’ve been in that state of mind before. I know what it does to the mind, how it corrupts the spirit. Diantha’s best ‘Coven Cloud’ impersonation isn’t doing anyone any favors, herself included. Diantha wants to destroy everything Odyssey stands for because she doesn’t know and understand her own power. She doesn’t believe in herself enough to lead the roster. I’ve struggled with my own limitations over the years. But guess what? I identified what was holding me back and I shattered that ceiling. I made it trendy to carry five-six belts at the same fucking time. That’s what happens when someone believes in their power: they do whatever the fuck they want.

Gia Cervantes: Diantha says she only cares about tearing the sport apart. She wants people to be disgusted by her reign, for them to be appalled by the idea of her holding something everyone else dreams of obtaining. Your thoughts?

Cloud Matsuda: Di wants to crush dreams. My goal has always been to inspire others with tough love. I know- hell I WANT someone to surpass me! Well, anyone but Diantha Rosso. Hell, she doesn’t even belong in the same ring as me. There are more deserving women, but hey she won the match right? Well, I’ll give her exactly what she’s looking for: an end to her goddamn misery. She wants people to know how she felt in 2019!? What about my career in 2017! Where NOTHING happened outside my match with Aria at Bloodletter! Even then I couldn’t get the job done! I barely even had any matches outside of nearly losing custody of my late mentor’s daughter! Or even worse yet losing someone I loved! The only good thing about 2017 was meeting Monica! And yeah in 2018 I had everything - only to throw it all away towards the end of the year! You know what it took for me to crawl my way back to the top!? That was MY 2019, Gia! I had to fight and crawl my way to where I am now! I earned the EWC X-Division Championship and fought Aria to a goddamn draw! I had to fight Keelan, Azumi, and earn the respect of the OWA audience in the second season! And now here we are in the fourth season, where I’m reaping the fruits of my labor! She wants to kill hope!? Bitch, I’M hope! She’ll have to kill me if she wants this title, Gia. I’m not playing around. It doesn’t matter if I’m not as adept as I was in 2018, 2020 or whatever. My body can still fight, sweets. There’s tougher people than Diantha around the corner and I intend on meeting them all head-on!

Gia Cervantes: It does seem like Diantha is bitter about the direction of her career. It is interesting though. You both were on cloud nine - no pun - but as soon her star started to fade, yours got brighter. Do you think there’s some envy there?

Cloud Matsuda: (scoffs) Of course there’s envy! This entire business is driven by jealousy! Someone has something you want!? You take it! Well, that’s what they tell you. What they don’t teach you in wrestling school is that you don’t always get what you want. You could be the best in the world and all it takes is just one bad day, and if that day is on title night, then that’s all she wrote. The key is to do your best to ensure that you don’t have a bad night when it involves a title. On the main event stage, you have to be at the top of your game. I hear Di is in Sao Paulo right now, probably to get away from everything. But here's the thing - now she’s in her own head with enough space to let that negative energy fester. I walk out there every night knowing anything could happen, but I also know that anyone has unfocused as Rosso doesn’t win title matches. Look at the Banshee - when she was in her most deadly she still didn’t get a world title around her waist. Now she bested me twice and is likely to win The Clash. She could be the person that ends The Queen of Fighters once and all, especially knowing that she knows and understands the power she possesses. Diantha is so desperate to not be 2019 Diantha she turned into 2021 Banshee. Sure she had some wins, but didn’t do much with it, just like Diantha’s not going to do anything with it because she wouldn’t know what true power is even if it was staring her in the face!

Gia Cervantes: Speaking of which, I think she has some understanding that she’s not the wrestler she once was. It seems like she’s going through a metamorphosis of sorts. She knows she’s walking a dark path, but it seems like what she wants from you the most is respect.

Cloud Masuda: (laughs) Respect? From me? Heh, listen…I’d love to show Diantha Rosso respect. She’s made money for my promotion in the past. She’s related to a man I deeply respect, someone I look up to as a family. In some ways that makes Di and I family too. Now I’ve had people close to me stand on the dark side when I was in the light. As for now? I’m still in the shadows, Gia. In many ways I’m still an antagonist. But, the fans are taking my side because they saw what I did for Liz Karlson. The woman has tapped into her inner strength and quite honestly if we were to meet in that ring she might beat me. Hell, she nearly did! I give props where props are due, but if Diantha wants my respect, then she has to fucking EARN it. She’s welcome to force it out of me, but I’m driven by something pure. I’m driven by justice.

Gia Cervantes: Justice? For Odyssey?

Cloud Matsuda: For Madeline! That poor intern she choked the life out of! The people who work backstage shouldn’t be afraid of us! We’re not some fucking bullies - like have some goddamn class, Diantha! We’re professionals! Leave the toxic shit between each other or inside the ring! Don’t assault civilians! I’m no hero, Gia. But what she did was fucked up, even more so than attacking me. You may not know this, but after she attacked the poor girl, I visited her in the hospital. OWA is going to pay her medical bills, but she’s using my lawyer when she fucking sues! While I’m going to hit Diantha’s career, Maddie is going to hit those pockets - unless Scotty wants to pay those damages.

Gia Cervantes: How charitable of you, Cloudy. Now Diantha claims you’ve lost your desire since winning the Women’s World Championship. Is there any truth to that?

Cloud Matsuda: Did it look that way when I put the bitch through a table? Did it look that way when I beat Liz at Civil War!? Diantha wants me to adapt to a grizzled old veteran narrative, but she doesn’t realize how driven I am to make it to FD. To main event it with the 2022 Women’s Clash of Titans winner. A Clash she’s not in, because she thinks I’m easy prey. She had a better shot at winning a third clash, sweets. She calls me a grifter because she doesn’t have the heart to have compassion for others. She calls me a Manami clone because she wishes she had the kind of mentor I’ve had. She wishes she had the kind of relationship with Carlos that I do. She thinks I’m in the money business solely for the money. Nah, fam. I’m in the money business for the power it buys. It means it’s very hard to fuck with me or the people that I protect my power with. But I get it - these days I’m not easily liked. Most people didn’t - and still don’t understand my actions. But I found a level of balance few have in this business. The real ones understand my goals which is why they rally behind me. And every week I walk out there, more and more people flock to my side. Because might makes right. My power is pure, sweets. Women’s wrestling is hot shit right now. Odyssey is killing it in the ratings right now. For every incel that shit on us, there are three dudes who are converted by my ambition.

Gia Cervantes: Diantha wants you to go out by her hand in a blaze of glory. What do you make of that?

Cloud Matsuda: It proves my point. Diantha is just like any other of my rivals who live in denial. She wants to beat me because she wants to BE ME. She wants my power. She wants to use it, but she wouldn’t know the first thing to do with it! Let’s say she wins this belt. What the fuck is she going to do with it!? What causes will she stand up for, what’s her vision? She had two chances Gia, TWO. FUCKING. CHANCES. Two chances to prove to the world what kind of champion she’d be. But she didn’t. That’s why they hate her, Gia. Not because she attacked me, but because I’m more real to them than she is. She’s just a shell of her former self, a ghost of her 2020 days. 2021 Diantha Rosso is the 2017 Cloud Matsuda and it drives her crazy. She wants to throw a temper tantrum at OWA because she didn’t get her bottle!? Know what I did when I couldn’t get the title off of Aria or Natalie? I went around the world, kicked ass, and came back a fucking legend. And I did that in under two fucking years, Gia. Diantha doesn’t - and will never have the cojones I do. I’m a risk-taker who changes every game she plays. When The Clash is over, the next time Ashley does an expose on her life, it’s going to be ‘The Rise and Fall of Diantha Rosso’. She’s corrupted by darkness because she lacks humility. She lacks humility because she feels sorry for herself. I hope whoever is training with her changes her diaper, because I can smell her bullshit from Rio. In fact…

(Cloud reaches for her phone and uses the Youtube app to play some music on the TV. Her manager Samantha Garza could be seen taking a dip in the pool outside.)

Cloud Matsuda: Ah, there we go. Listen Gia…I know you are a faithful wife and all that jazz, so I’ll say this respectfully. I have approximately three hot Latinas in the house right now and a gorgeous Japanese woman on her way-

Monica’s Voice: She means Mao!

Gia Cervantes: Wait! Mao, as in Mao Ichimichi!? She’s on her way here!?

Cloud Matsuda: Yep! So I’m going to have three beautiful women at my house and there’s a pool right there! Listen, sweets, I know you have a busy schedule. This is why…

(Cloud looks at her phone and starts tapping away.)

Gia Cervantes: W-what are you doing?

Cloud Matsuda: There. I got Rebecca Sawyer to handle your tasks. She owes me after getting her some Japanese Kit Kats after my last Japan visit, so now we’re even. Hey Mon! Grab her a bikini or something! This evening, we’re enjoying ourselves!

Gia Cervantes: Cloud, you have a title match this weekend-

Cloud Matsuda: Exactly! I need to shake off these shaky vibes! Toxic people like Diantha get in your head and try to get you on their level. Sometimes you need to make the world stop and just live a little! You only get one life on this God-forsaken planet and I’m not going to waste my life moping over some wannabe champion!

Gia Cervantes: Well, uh when in Rome-

Cloud Matsuda: Awesome! See!? The power of positivity!

(Cloud stands up and takes off her tank top and shorts, revealing a blue bikini underneath.)

Cloud Matsuda: We’re in fucking BRASIL for crying out loud! Let’s fucking enjoy ourselves!

(Gia watches Cloud as she races to the back and jumps towards the pool.)

Cloud Matsuda: CANNONBAAAAAAAALL!!!

(Gia shakes her head with laughter as she watches an upset Samantha Garza splash at Cloud who is simply swimming backward without a care in the world…)

Gia Cervantes: (quietly) It’s good to be the Queen, huh?

Michael Bishop, Diantha Rosso, Jeff X, Alyssa Grace, The Banshee, DT The Ruler and Krysis have spoken. It’s such good shit!

fresh meat // clash oo2 February 21st 2022, 9:20 pm by **Rebecca Filth**

“Disappointing. Uninspiring. And annoying. That’s how I would describe the field of competition for the Clash of the Titans. At least the ones who have had the balls to put something out there and stake their claim to victory. Women proclaiming themselves to be better than their record reflects. Women spewing absolute lies about their superiority. Is there something in the water on Odyssey? A lot of delusion is going around.

But nothing all that interesting, truth be told. It’s the same old shit.

Everyone seems to be a little on edge. Standing tall, trying to verbalize just why they’re the ones that are going to stand apart. Trying to justify why this is their moment, why this is their chance to catapult their careers to the highest of highs. But really they’re all showing just how desperate they are. It’s got to be them. It has to be their moment. They NEED to win this match. Because without it, who are they? Without it, what do they have? A career marred with one more failure. One more loss to add to the record books. One more thing to prove to the world that they aren’t quite as good as they keep telling themselves, week in and week out.

You bitches are putting a hell of a lot into this match. You are giving this match too much power. You are banking your careers on a one in thirty shot! Which just proves exactly what I said a few days ago. Without this win? You’re all nothing. You’re all panicking at what could happen if you don’t get your act together and do what is basically impossible. And I mean, you’re ignoring the next steps. What happens when you win? When the pride fades and you have to face the consequences. What happens when you stand up against Cloud or Alyssa at Final Destination? What happens when you are once AGAIN faced with an opportunity for World Championship gold? So many of you have had this chance before. So many of you have stood in that exact spot on lesser stages with less pressure, and you failed to capture it. So let me ask you again, what makes this time different? What makes winning a fucking crapshoot ass match like this some sort of marker of success? How does this make you uniquely prepared to do what none of you could do before? Or at least what none of you have been able to accomplish in fucking years. The math isn’t mathing! Winning the Clash of Titans doesn't somehow make you better. It doesn’t make you the superior athlete you think it does. And it certainly doesn’t guarantee that you will walk out of Final Destination as the champion. Odyssey’s own history has shown that. Imagine winning the Clash only to get your dream match at Final Destination and falling short, again? Reliving your failures? Yikes!

Winning this match doesn’t build careers. And it doesn’t guarantee you the title you all think it does. Your arrogance and privilege is clouding your vision. The world isn’t puppy dogs and rainbows. If you think that winning this match is going to change your career forever, is going to help you do the impossible, which you have never been able to do before, then you’re more delusional than I suspected.

And these delusions of grandeur have you ignoring what is in front of you. Ignoring the facts. Ignoring a clear favourite to win this match. And not just because people are hyping me up online. Not just because Gia and Ashley have said as much. No. Fuck all of that shit. I am a favourite to win this match because of what I have done since I stepped foot in OWA. Imagine writing off the most dominant champion on this fucking brand. The longest reigning champion on Odyssey. Someone who has not been defeated inside an OWA ring since her third match here! Rin and Revy have ignored me completely. Jonetta and Banshee think that I don’t have a shot to win. The only person that has a good head on her fucking shoulders, that understands exactly the kind of threat I am? Is a woman who has had the dishonor of stepping inside the ring with me. Coincidence? I don’t fucking think so. Nami knows what I am capable of. She has seen me up close and personal. The rest of you? You are judging me based on the supposed hierarchy of this brand. Llorona has specifically said she is sick of the same bitches getting shots over and over again. But you all can’t help yourselves, can you? You only see those same women as competition. Banshee, Jonetta, Revy, Brookes, Dulce, April, Hana and Liz. This is the hierarchy that Aria helped to reinforce when she recycled you all over and over again. When she tried to keep me down at the bottom of the card, keeping the whore in her place. While she raised you all up, giving you shot after shot you never earned.

It’s given you all a false sense of superiority. But this isn’t Aria’s Odyssey anymore. She’s long gone. And no matter what Revy thinks, winning the Clash won’t bring her back. It’s a new day bitches, and you better fall in line or get left behind! Just being someone who hung around on the top of the card isn’t good enough anymore! It’s time for new stars to rise. And I’m sick of you cunts overlooking me because why? You look down on the Openweight Championship? You’re still stuck in the old adage that it’s the low tier belt even with what I’ve done with it? Or is it that you hate the idea of a sexually liberated woman grinding on the stage and the fans eating it up? You mad I make more money on OnlyFans than you do with your OWA contract? You’re annoyed that someone with little care in the world has been able to carve her own path and have success. I know people expected failure from me. When I first showed my face, they expected me to eat a few losses and fade into obscurity like Serena Bennett. But Bex is here to stay and I’m not done forcing you all to see me yet!

You think I’m no real threat? Your actions this week have made that very fucking clear. I get it, I haven’t done anything but beat the low tier losers on this brand like Devi, Nakita and Daisy. Right? Except you hoes have your heads shoved so far up your fucking ass, you don’t know jackshit about me. You are overlooking me because you assume the hierarchy of Odyssey will remain intact in this match. The same usuals will float to the top while the rest of us flounder. For MONTHS I have been telling my opponents to do better. I have been telling them to dig deep. Degrade me. Tell me why I am absolute scum of the fucking earth. Spit on my reign. Pick me apart. Open up my fucking wounds and make me bleed. But every time I stand here, I am left disappointed. Wanting more. And silly me, I thought facing the upper echelon of Odyssey would be different. I was dumb enough to think that there was a REASON that you all stood at the top. That you main evented show after show. I thought that you girls would bring a level of heat that I hadn’t experienced yet. And I was fucking excited. I was ready to have bitches try and tear me down. Try and discredit who I am and what I am worth. But you’re no better than the bottom of the barrel bitches I’ve been fed left and right. This week has taught me that the only reason you have been at the top is because Aria hand-picked you. Because of nothing more than fucking longevity. You have existed here longer than the rest so suddenly you are seen as a pillar. As a mainstay. But you’re not fucking special. Just more of the same bullshit.

I am not some low-tier champion. You all are so busy obsessing over one another you haven’t even bothered to pay attention to the fucking flawless reign I’ve had. To see the waves I’ve made. To see the fucking people I have defeated and the ways in which I have transformed this championship since I pried it from the cold, boring hands of Liz Karlson. I haven’t just beaten trash like Devi and Nakita Dubov to retain this belt. I have fucking singles wins over your goddamn queens - Azumi Goto, April Song and Liz Kalrson. Women I have been forced to listen to you all fawn over all fucking week. Women you respect. Women you think will make it far in this contest. But not me, right? Fucking Jonetta even had the audacity to think Nami will outlast me?! I am starting to wonder why the women in this match hold you in high regard. Why do people think you will win? You show an utter lack of understanding of who the fuck I am Jonetta! Nami has barely held that title for a fucking minute. Meanwhile I have been absolutely DOMINATING week in and week out.

Your big critique of me was that you were slut shamed when you joined OWA? You and Dollhouse were called whores? Oh no. Do you want a fucking tissue? What a tough life the rich bitch had. Let’s be real. Every bitch in this company has been slut shamed. Grow the fuck up. The world has evolved. Sex work is real work, Jonetta. Don’t be mad that people actually want to subscribe to my OnlyFans because I don’t look 25 going on fucking 40. People pay good money to see my tight ass on their screens. You think just because I have a fucking contract no one has called me a whore? Every week someone tells me I have 65 STD’s. The difference between you and I is that I don’t fucking care. You think I’m going to let some meaningless LAZY remark get under my skin? Wow, your skin must be paper thin if that's what you care about. Who cares what you bitches think of me? When it all comes down to it, it’s not MY flaws that you showcase when you discredit me and overlook me. When all you focus on is the fact that I’m a whore, it shows me just how unprepared you are for what I am about to unleash in that fucking ring. You think Nami is the champion that is going to prove shit this week? Believe your own delusions. But remember them fondly when I’m tossing your prude ass over the top rope and your fat ass hits the mat below.

Remember the big fucking mistake you made when you overlooked me. But that seems to be a trend for you right now. Making big fucking mistakes. Putting a target on your back and ruining your own fucking career in the process. Who will get to you first? I guess that will all be up to the luck of the draw.

It’s funny to me that people think that Nami will surpass me when I created her. You said it yourself, Nami. Being in the ring with me at Hardcore Havoc is when everything clicked. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again - I create stars. The women who lose to me go on to do great things. They get handed opportunities and title shots that they could have only dreamed about before stepping into the ring with me. So really, I think what you meant to say this week was ‘Thank you Rebecca’. And you’re welcome, grasshopper. Any time I can help out the little people, I always do. Rebecca Filth is nothing if not giving. But one thing I won’t be giving you this week is the Clash of the Titans victory. I know you are high on your horse right now. You are sleeping good at night with that Goddesses Championship hugged tight to your chest. But we all know the saying - the belt doesn’t make you a champion. The person makes the championship. And you’ve barely begun to prove that you will be a champion that anyone will remember for years to come. You have just dipped your toe into the water of being a champion. Damn, you’ve barely dipped your toes into what it’s like to win a fucking match, Nami. And now you think you are going to make the leap to being a World Championship contender? Hahah. Come the fuck on. That isn’t confidence that you’ve earned. That is delusion. That is the gold getting to your head. It seems the jump from spicy to crazy ain’t very far. You’re getting way too ahead of yourself. Instead of focusing on doing the unthinkable. Focus on surviving. Focus on not getting your tiny ass dumped over the ropes unceremoniously. Focus on not letting down your little following. Focus on figuring out how you’re going to keep your claws dug deep into that Goddesses Championship before you become another victim of the hot potato title.

You were right about one thing. You are living inside my shadow. And that’s where you belong. I took the Openweight Championship and I told everyone that I was going to make it the hottest belt on this fucking brand. I was sick of being seen as low-tier fruit ready for the picking. I wanted more and I knew that no one was going to give it to me. So I took it. I forced the world to look at me and I forced them to see that I am the future of this brand. And in the process? I cast a giant fucking shadow over EVERYONE on the bottom half of Odyssey. The entire openweight division and the entire Goddess division. I cemented my fucking legacy time and time again and I made this championship relevant. And no matter what the stunned cunts in this match say, the entire world sees it. The only reason they refuse to acknowledge it is because I’m a bitch and you come off sweet as pie. Even spicy Nami is only like a mild hot sauce. Rebecca Filth? I’m like the last dab. I’ll burn you from the inside out. And they refuse to compliment and SEE someone like me who will cut them down with my tongue before I do it inside that ring. My shadow is spreading. And at the Clash it will eclipse more than just you and our divisions. It will eclipse this entire roster.

That’s why people like you have to reach to try and attack me. What would happen if Bex lost? How would she handle it? Eventually she’ll have to pivot and change. Bitch, that has NOTHING to do with the match at hand. If I lose at the Clash? It won’t affect what happens inside that ring. It would affect what happens AFTER. And the reason I haven’t adapted yet is because I haven’t had to. No one has even remotely pushed me to my limit. The people eat me up every time I step out onto that stage. And the wins? They just keep fucking coming. I’m not you. I didn’t have to overcome my own shortcomings. I didn’t have to eat losses for months on end before I figured out how to get one over in that ring. I am naturally gifted. I just have that it factor that you could never understand. So instead of fantasizing about the future. Focus on the now. Focus on what is going to impact us in that fucking ring instead of fantasizing about the what ifs that don’t fucking matter. Just further proof that you know the same thing I do - I am flawless and I’m the champion to watch.

Speaking of my former foes, I almost forgot about Liz. The woman who was so fucking inconsequential as the Openweight Champion that my reign has LONG surpassed hers. A woman who only defended her belt against the absolute disgrace that is Daisy and has now decided that she didn’t even try to beat me? She wants to tell the world that Liz Karlson was at her lowest at that point in her life. First of all, if that’s the case that means that losing to the absolutely flawless Rebecca Filth breathed a life into your career that you didn’t even know you had. I mean look at you, Liz! I throw you off one roof and take your belt and now people think you actually have a shot at taking this fucking thing. You lost to me and you were handed opportunity after opportunity, barely showing up for matches in between. Another bitch who should be uttering thank yous at me this week instead of refusing to acknowledge that I’m a better Openweight Champion than you’ll ever fucking be. You wanna hang your career on the accomplishment of bringing this belt to the pink brand? Sure. We’ll ignore the fact that Nobi and Noah carried your fat ass. Take your fucking brownie point. But it doesn’t take away from the fact that I beat your ass in that ring. And ANYONE who watches that match back will watch you fight for your fucking life in that ring. They will watch you give it your all and come up short. You wanna be proud of your loss to Cloud but cut down my victory? Go fuck yourself, Liz. You sound bitter. And angry that this whore did things you could only dream of with this fucking belt. More defenses, a longer reign. Better fucking challengers and far more entertaining matches!

Try and spin the past, Lizzy. But it doesn’t make it true. I bested you and that’s the facts. I see it still eats at you. But it’s gonna hurt even more this time. Now that you have stood in front of the world and said you are better now. That losing to Cloud somehow transformed your career. You’re on that hot streak to the top, Liz. And STILL I’m gonna topple your ass over that top rope and force you to taste defeat at my filthy hands once again. Is that why you’re hyping up all the bitches that lost to me? Saying April and Serena almost ripped the belt from my grasp?! HAHAAHAH. Stop. You’re killing me! Honestly shook you gave Daisy the credit of almost besting you for the belt when that is the only win you’ve had since Final Destination that’s fucking meant something. Willing to hype up the whole fucking roster except for me. Sounds like I’m not the only one still hanging onto that match. Does it keep you up at night? Honestly, that just makes me want to ensure that I’m the one that sends you over that top rope. Taking your title wasn’t enough. Making your reign absolutely irrelevant wasn’t enough. What will be enough is taking your Final Destination World Championship opportunity away from you in Rio and forcing you to fucking acknowledge that I’ll always have your number, bitch.

Another woman trying to rewrite the past is our resident edgelord, Banshee. The promises of blood and gore don’t scare me. Threatening to rip us all from limb to limb and spread our bodies across Brazil is honestly boring. Like do you hear yourself, Banshee? This is a fucking battle royale. It’s not going to be a bloodbath. It’s not going to be fucking dangerous. You sound ridiculous. It’s very hard for me to stand here and take you seriously when you talk this big fucking game with literally nothing to back it up but some bad makeup and false promises. You paint this sad fucking picture of a woman who has been ROBBED. But since I’ve been here, you’ve been placed in the world title picture every fucking day. You were in the Promethean Chamber. You were in the Athena’s Cup tournament. You were just in a fucking number one contenders match that you lost to Diantha! Damn bitch what more do you want? You want someone to just hand you a world title?! The only person to blame for your failures is you Banshee! But it’s too hard to look in the fucking mirror, right? So you have to scapegoat everyone else. You refuse to acknowledge that the reason you’ve NEVER held a championship on this brand is because you can’t hack it.

The reason I have the Openweight Title is because you aren’t interested in it? Okay, sure. Then what title are you interested in? Because you haven’t been able to come fucking close to any gold and how long have you been here for? Too long to pretend you’re too good for the longest reigning and most fucking dominant Openweight Champion you fucking horror movie reject. I mean you are the one standing there this week complaining about how you haven’t had a one on one chance yet? You mean because you suck in multi-man matches? I fucking hate to break it to you Banshee, but this is a multi-man match. This is the exact kind of match that you fucking suck at. This is the exact match that has kept you away from gold time and time again. And you’re too fucking stupid to see it. You lean so fucking hard into being the bitch that strikes fear in people that you have nothing else going for you. Some of these hoes may be scared of the Banshee. But I’m not. You used to strike fear in people and now you are claiming that the fans are going to push you to success? Unless they jump in that fucking ring I don’t see it happening. I just hear more fucking delusional bullshit from the mouth of a woman who can’t come to terms with the fact that she isn’t good enough to rise to the top of this brand. Why don’t you just focus on ending Jonetta and let the real winners around here take care of business?

That’s why you were so mad to hear that I called you a loser, right? Really hit a nerve. Because deep down, you know I’m right. Deep down you know that this will just be another failure to add to your list. Maybe instead of vying for that top gold you should slink your ass down to the Goddesses Championship realm where you have a shred of fucking hope.

The world thinks that they know what the final four of this match will look like. The people that Aria has been shoving in title matches for the last year. But the hierarchy you all have in mind of Odyssey? I’m going to turn that shit on it’s fucking head at Clash of the Titans. I am going to give this fucking brand what it needs - fresh meat. New excitement. And a hierarchy recreated in my filthy image. Something to get the fucking people going. To get them out of their seats and make them feel something deep in their loins.

Everything you think you know about Odyssey? Forget it. I’m changing the fucking game at the Clash.”

Michael Bishop, Diantha Rosso, Jeff X, Matsuda, Alyssa Grace, The Banshee, Noah Reigner and DT The Ruler have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 21st 2022, 6:55 pm by **"Killer Bee"**

Yeah. Working myself to the bone isn’t for me right now. Sure, I’m getting ready for this big event, the Clash of the Titans. But c'mon, you all didn’t think I was just going to sit around and train all day, right? Nah. This is sooooooo much better than sitting in catering, watching women on the monitor stink up the joint in lackluster matches that lack the passion of eras gone by. This may be the most talented era of women’s wrestling ever but compared to me and Cloudy’s time….there’s a pretty hefty lack of “guts ‘n nuts” around here. Maybe someone like this old mare named April can get some of these girls back on track. There’s too much potential here for this place to be on the backs of the same four or five women all the time. Time to shake up the landscape just a little bit to remind them what’s possible.

Okay.

AFTER TWO WEEKS OF PEOPLE BEING BORING AS FUCK AND NOT BEING HONEST WITH THEMSELVES OR EACH OTHER, THE KILLER BEE HAS ARRIVED TO INJECT SOME LIFE INTO PROCEEDINGS! I’m sorry but I’ve been down here in Brazil for a bit taking in the sights, getting some bomb massages and just laying the foundations of my game plan for this match. The Clash of the Titans, Last Chance Saloon for those of us not holding a title to guarantee a spot on the Final Destination card. And for someone like me who hasn’t been wrestling a whole lot…it’s probably the only chance I’m going to get to be on that show.

I’ve been in Rio for a little while now, prepping for what’s probably going to be the most draining Clash match in the history of Odyssey. For the first time, we’re going to have a thirty woman entry field. Most of them will probably be familiar faces, but I’m assuming we’ll have plenty of OWT girls dropping by to say hello, maybe some guests from Japan. We all know how this works and we all know what the prize is on the other side of the rainbow: A crack at either Stephanie Matsuda or Diantha Rosso for the Women’s world title at Final Destination. I’m not particularly a fan of either one of them but I think you all know who I would want to be standing across from me. It’s no secret, the history that Matsuda and I have. And she knows that the very last person she wants standing across from her, the very last person she would want to end her run on top would be me.

The smart money says she’ll retain against Diantha. Me? I’m not so sure of that.

But before I can worry about any of that, there’s the not-so-minor business of taking care of the Clash of the Titans. And before I rummage through this closet of participants for this match, I do have to do some internal scouting. Since I’ve only had one match since I came back to OWA, I’m definitely well-rested. I haven’t had the Banshee stalking me and I haven’t had the pleasure of running into Stephanie or anyone other than Rebecca Filth. I don’t have the bumps and bruises that some of you who have been at it every week have been cursed with. Physical ones anyway. My ego is still definitely bruised. I thought that I would be coming in to have a good chance at the Openweight Championship. Then I didn’t. I don’t beat myself up for mistakes much anymore but the whole kissing thing is something I should have been able to power past. I’ve seen and been a part of some very desperate counters to submission holds but tha filthy kisst may have been one of the most creative. I can’t really dwell too much on it, however. What happened is what happened and I’m here with not a bit of OWA treasure to my name at the moment.

All that can change in an instant.

There’s thirty women that will be participating in this Clash. Some of em like Serena Bennett and Dulce Torres have gone radio silent, which is odd for them, especially the usually vocal but polite Dulce. There’s plenty of you that are talking, some barking a little more loudly than others. But at the moment there are THREE women that I want to devote some time to and just let them know exactly where I stand on certain things right now:

Hana. You’ve been a little quiet. You see, there’s a difference between me and some of these random women that can take pot-shots at you: When I say something about you, You know that I’m speaking as someone who knows you better than anyone else on this roster. We’ve laughed together, bled together, beat people up together, trained together…and at times we’ve even cried together. People sometimes think that I’m saying this just to say it, but you are like the little sister that I always wanted but never had. You don’t know how much pride it fills me with to watch you make so much progress. You’ve become a winner of the Athena’s Cup trophy on your own. You became a WORLD CHAMPION elsewhere on your own. You and I became tag team champions together, but you more than held your own and I’ll admit when we lost them it certainly wasn’t your fault. I know what you’re going through right now and I’m not going to speak on the situation too much. Let me make this clear: you don’t need anyone’s help to get where you want to go. Not Arata’s, not your fiance’s, not mine. And certainly not from that monster trying to seduce you. Now that I’ve gotten the nice stuff out of the way, let’s get down to business: You want to put yourself in a position that guarantees you’ll have a match at Final Destination without any other obstacles to the World title other than the Champion herself, whoever that is. But here’s the thing, this battle royal is the only avenue I have to getting my hands on Matsuda again. You were there when she won the American Dream championship when she beat Claudia and I wasn’t able to stop her from getting her hand raised. You know how hard I worked to get to that point….and you know that any time I have an opportunity to potentially embarrass that bitch I’ll jump at the chance for it. You have your ticket to Final Destination, but you seem intent on cornering the market.

Alright.

But, like I said…you know me. You know just how nasty and vicious I’m willing to get over things that I want. You are a sister to me, but when we’re in that ring together as opponents, the kid gloves come off. The bond we have immediately gets shut off, period. So if you want to try to go through with this scheme, which you have every right to for what it’s worth, just understand that if you try to keep me from what I want, I will not hesitate a second to break an arm or a leg or whatever else I have to in order to get you out of my way. Choices and actions have consequences, Hana. You would be well advised to keep that in mind. It’s not personal, it’s strictly business.

Rin. I don’t know you. I don’t even know that blowhard you have for a father. I don’t know anything about you other than the fact that you have big tits and talk a lot about shit you don’t know anything about. One thing that you, Hana, and everyone else on this roster has to understand: I wouldn’t mind being World Champion here. I’ve managed to shake some of the dirt off my name by taking the Lethal Angels Championship but I want more. I want to show that even as the oldest member of this roster I’m still capable of being the best. That said, if there was one person on the roster that I would like to see win that title other than myself…it’s Hana. I have no ill will towards her success and once this is over, I’ll support her. But you and I and everyone else involved knows that I certainly can’t just lay down and let her take something from me? How could I live with myself as an athlete, as a friend, as someone who has gone out of the way to show and teach that girl as much as I could, if I just let her walk over me and step to the side? I understand there’s twenty-eight more women that’s just as hungry to get the honors and it wouldn’t do much to the outcome of the match…but I can’t allow such a precedent, such a sense of entitlement. I’m not going to patronize her like that.

Funny enough, as a child I grew up around a bunch of boys for the most part. I only had a little brother and being in jujitsu classes and things like that, you see a lot of stuff. The way I grew up, if you and a friend have a problem, you solve it. More often than not…it was with fists. I’ve had to throw down with friends that I love all my life and if Hana wants to have a go with me it wouldn’t be the first time and it probably won’t be the last! Just a word of advice though, Rin? Just do yourself and everyone else a favor by minding your own business. You trying to drive a wedge between myself and Hana or myself and Revy is not going to be welcome. And if you have a problem with that, I’m going to whip your ass, find a Tardis, go to whatever crapsack future you came from, find your mom and dad and whip your ass in front of them and make you apologize for being a fucking idiot.

And Revy…heh. You know that of all the people in this match I have the most respect for you as a wrestler. You’re a little…no. That’s not accurate. You’re COMPLETELY FUCKING INSANE. But the thing is, you’re not stupid. You’re a lot smarter than you let on and a lot of people in this company can’t see through that. In fact, a lot of people on this roster, myself included, actually owe you a big fucking debt of gratitude. Now, I don’t know how long that little trio of Diantha, Jonetta and Banshee would have lasted if not for your intervention, but let’s be blunt: nobody was beating the three of them as a unit. We all saw how they mowed through the Team Aria Jaxon put together like a hot knife through butter. There would have been nothing to stop them from just picking us all off like strays from the herd but you, ya brilliant little weirdo, you kept that from happening. You know how much I root for you and want you to be great. I want you to reach the maximum of your potential and I believe wholeheartedly your potential is the top of this very sport. BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT…that’s where we have a little impasse. I know you want to win this match for your idol Aria Jaxon, that you want a crack at Diantha or Stephanie, but the problem you have is that you’re stepping on my toes to try to get where you want to go. You know how this works. My advice for you will be to leave the clown shoes at home and brush up on your circus tricks because being your best friend I’ve got all the greatest hits scouted. You want to be the last woman standing at the end of this clash then damn it you will earn it. As far as you trying to make Llorona quit is concerned? Heh. She spent a lot of time scheming to get to her spot. She’ll do a lot more scheming to keep said spot. Me being pragmatic and all I would probably suggest you just focus on winning the Clash and letting her tire herself out with her newfound power till Aria gets back. But you don’t usually listen to my advice anyway so screw it.

I keep looking over this list of names and it’s full of people I don’t really know. A few Joshi I haven’t come across, a few younger stars I haven’t met. But there’s one person that I’m really looking forward to meeting for the first time. NAMI! You’re a great Goddesses Champion. And, this may sound weird, but you remind me in some ways of a tag team partner I had a few years ago in Japan:

Diantha Rosso.

Hear me out. Both of you come from backgrounds where very different things instead of being at the top of the wrestling business were expected of you. But you prove them all wrong. You keep at it even as you’re being mocked and ridiculed. Eventually, you make it. As a former Goddesses Champion myself, I’m proud to see someone like you holding it now. You’ve got your head on straight it seems like and I’m very much looking forward to facing you for what I believe is the first time. Now, there’s nothing wrong with believing you’re going to win the Clash. Hell, if you’re going to make ingredients as to how to cook up a win for the Clash, self-belief like what you’ve given out is near the top of the list. But there’s someone else that you remind me of. Going into the Clash as Goddesses Champion? Going for two belts at the same time? Check. Trying to main event Final Destination.

Hey, it's the 2020 April Song!

As someone who has worked as hard as I have, you have to understand that there’s a pretty significant gap between standing where you are…and standing where women like Jonetta, Stephanie Matsuda and Diantha Rosso are or have before. It’s very hard to win the Clash, even as a favorite, which I will classify you as. But it’s even harder when you have that target of already holding some championship gold around your waist. Not to say I wouldn’t mind having that bit of hardware back in my possession, but with all due respect I’ve got bigger fish to fry. You have all the tools to get where you’re trying to go eventually, but if you square up to me during this Clash I’m going to stretch you like you’ve not been stretched in your lifetime. I will show you how vast the gap is between where you want to go and where you are.

Lizzy, there’s a lot of people who have something harsh to say about you but I’m not one of them. I know from personal experience how tough a nut Matsuda is to crack and you damn near got the job done. I don’t know you that well, honestly (Jesus that’s a recurring theme, this roster turned over so much while I was off doing whatever). I do know talent and desire when I see it and you’ve got it in spades. But your problem is that everyone else has that too. There’s champions involved in this, former WORLD CHAMPIONS like Dulce and Jonetta, the Athena’s Cup winner. The Banshee is the most brutal person that I’ve ever stepped in the ring against. Revy’s the most devious little shit in the universe when she wants something, God bless her. What do YOU have that makes you so damn special that you’re going to go the distance? I’m not saying that as a thing as like “HA, APRIL’S PUTTING DOWN THE GIRL THAT NOBODY THINKS SHOULD BE HERE, LULZ!” It’s not like that. I’m asking you this because I want you to find that answer and bring it to me. Because I know what it takes to win matches like this. I’ve been painfully close, so close to that finish like that I could taste it. Jonetta is arguably the greatest athlete on the roster. Revy’s one of the smartest. I’m one of the most experienced, as is Dulce. Yasmine and Nakita are two of the largest, no disrespect to Yasmine intended. That Ruri girl just screams future superstar.

What do you have in your arsenal that I should be concerned about?

I’m not trying to insult you. I’m just trying to open your eyes to what you’re up against. This is the biggest Clash that the OWA women have ever put together. This is the most star-studded field ever assembled. You better bring something real. If not you may find yourself looking for a new job real fast.

Jonetta! Long time no see. You’re making more enemies by the fucking second it seems like. I would applaud your cunning most times but I do think you took things a bit too far trying to control the Banshee and Diantha. How long did you think that was going to last? Just curious. You and I both know Diantha only cares about herself and you knew there would be hell to pay if the Banshee ever got free of your grip, which she has. And unfortunately for you, she seems just as interested in beating the hell out of you which in my eyes drops your odds of winning this Clash a hell of a lot. There are two things that you’ve said and done that have got me a little pissed off with you, Jo. First….the way you treated Revy. There was no need for that and that was low, even from you. You know that she’s one of the people I’m closest to, so to be sitting at home and see some of the horrible things that you said to her, the way you broke her heart….yeah, I don’t appreciate any of that. The second thing that you said was about ME.

You said that I went soft.

BITCH, WHEN!?

There’s a lot of things that you can say about me. I’m old, I’m slow, I’m desperately single. But one thing that you’re never going to say is that I’m soft. Soft is surrounding yourself with a personal army because you’re acting like a baby after losing your title. SOFT is running from the mess that you made. SOFT is picking on people that you know are more sensitive and vulnerable than yourself, something you’re an expert at. I’ll tell you what, I don’t know when we’ll be out there but if we happen to be in the ring at the same time, why don’t you come find out just how soft April Song is? You forget that I used to run with you and Llorona and you seem to forget that my specialty is making women like you squeal like stuck pigs.

The Banshee’s the favorite. We all know that. All these other people can beat their chests about being the favorite but we all know that she is the most dangerous person in this match. We just watched at Civil War where she and Diantha basically ran through an entire team by themselves. She was very close to not even needing this match but Diantha was able to get the jump on her in that Triple Threat that Jonetta bit the bullet in. But here she is. And yeah, I remember very well going to war with Morrighan. That wasn’t pleasant. I won, mind you, but it sucked. And honestly, you’ve only gotten stronger and angrier since you’ve taken full control. I saw the fear that you put even into someone as demented as Diantha. You’ve got Jonetta, one of the most physically gifted human beings I’ve ever met in life, running like a bitch. But you know none of that is going to matter when you stand across from me. Because I don’t care about my safety or anyone else’s when it comes down to business. Just because you have the scream and the facepaint and can Yoga Teleport, you know that I’m not going to be shaken like the rest of them. I’ve been in the ring with everyone from the fucking Derelect to Aria Jaxon to Jeff X: There’s not a damn thing that anyone’s ever done or ever will do that will make me back away from something I want. Your time is coming. You’ve got all the momentum going your way. You remind me of a certain two-time Clash winner in fact. I can just feel the inevitability washing over you.

But like I told Hana and Revy already, you’re not being given anything by me. You want your moment in the sun? You’re going to work for it just like the rest of us.

There’s a lot of people who have been pretty quiet. The new girls, some of the sensations that caught fire. Who else is out there?

Oh, you, Rebecca Filth. I didn’t forget about you. You know, you’re mighty loud and giddy about winning one match against me. You do understand that winning one match against one person doesn’t make you the be-all, end-all of the universe, right? You’re on a roll, you’re doing some nice things. You’ve got the Openweight Championship and with it all the attention and acclaim that comes with it. I don’t need to clamor for anything. Llorona’s running the show now, right? She doesn’t care about anything but who can make Odyssey money and who makes the most of opportunities given to them. That’s exactly what I intend to do with the Clash. Are you going to say anything interesting besides you winning a title match against me or that my prime was allegedly ten years ago? Hell, I never had a prime in wrestling, I didn’t start this shit until I was in my thirties! But yeah, the world is your oyster right now. Just like Nami, you’re entering this match with an opportunity to do something that will be immortalized and talked about for a long time.

But do yourself a favor real quickly sunshine, ask around: I hold grudges pretty well. You and I competed against each other and you won, fine, but don’t make insulting me a habit of yours. The Queen of Fighters herself can tell you that I’m very persistent when it comes to things like that. You don’t want to risk having ANOTHER match with me sometime, huh? You know how close you came to passing out in my expert embrace. You’re not going to admit it, of course. You won, I lost, the whole nine. I know that’s what you’ll say.

But deep down in your subconscious you know the very last thing you want to do is have someone like me get another shot at your belt.

Stay humble, stay quiet…or not. If you want to keep talking, I’ll be more than happy to throw a punch your way to that pretty face. Please. Try me.

Now, there’s a lot of you I didn’t really get to expound on but just be assured that I’m ready for you. I’ve been waiting for weeks to get back in the ring and the rest has done these old legs of mine some good. I’ll be fresh, I’ll be willing to take any number in any slot and go for it. Friends, enemies, fellow veterans, rookies, pieces of shit like Rebecca Fiith, OWT stars, JET stars, LAW stars, Victory Pro, Project Honor, WrestleWorld, it doesn’t matter one iota to me where you come from, who you represent, or what your ambitions are.

A lot of you seem to have forgotten about me. And those of you HAVEN’T forgotten are really tempting fate with some of your words. Just be aware that no matter how good you are, no matter how tough you are, fate can change in just a second.

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

Re: OWA Promos February 21st 2022, 5:56 pm by **Krysis**

Reality

Vs. Alyssa Grace Omega Heavyweight Championship

Clash of The Titans #3

(Devi shadow kickboxing and started hearing Alyssa Grace promo and started to reflect)

Alyssa Grace: *voiceover* We’re the ones with all the potential in the goddamn world! But that’s all you are. Potential.

...

Potential..

That's all we are, nothing but wasted potential.

Alyssa Grace: *voiceover* In my opinion, this is the make or break moment for you, not the other handful of opportunities you’ve had to carve your name into the history books which you've let slip through your butterfingers, and the world is sitting on the very edge of the seat with bated breath; their expectations, their hopes seemingly within view. The people cheer for you. They’ve willed you on every step of the way that you’ve taken to reach this match. They have not wavered in their support. They wish to see their hero succeed against the woman who once again shocked the world by taking the championship that belonged to Olympus and bringing it to a brand where it'll finally receive the respect it deserves, not just by me, but by whoever winds up eventually holding this title after me so badly. Like I previously mentioned, it is wonderful having the support of the crowd, higher ups and your peers, although an individual like me does not require that love to succeed, I won’t sit here and act like I don’t appreciate it and the good feelings it gives me to death, for me it’s the icing on top, for you, it’s your lifeline.

(Devi continues shadow kickboxing and hearing Alyssa Grace voiceover on her promo)

...My lifeline.

Alyssa Grace: "Voiceover" I can’t help but wonder when the back of the camel will break. You’ve disappointed the people so many times. Let me not beat around the bush in some attempt to maintain a level of respect - any respect you hold for me will certainly die before I’m finished - you’ve fought tirelessly time and time again but you have lost ninety nine percent of those times. Failure is an awful stain. A terrible burden to carry knowing you’ve thus far pissed away countless opportunities to succeed in this business. The cracking of the spine that holds you up in this position is inevitable and soon enough the crowd’s support is going to dwindle and you’ll be left with absolutely nothing to fall back on. I mean, that’s always going to happen and I’ll entertain that thought soon enough. Failure after failure after failure, it’s exhausting and embarrassing enough for people like me to see so I wonder how your fanbase feels, soon enough they’ll turn to another hero.

Maybe...Maybe Alyssa Grace is right. How many times that I became failure here at OWA? How many times that I had a opportunity slips through my fucking fingers? How many times that disappointed my people, my friends, my family, and my fans? Yeah failure is definitely stain word, but reality was setting in for me. Yeah I let myself be a burden to you and NAMI, after putting your Ascension of the Heavens briefcase in jeopardy. Maybe I'll stop relying on the fans and fanbase just for sake Alyssa, because I willing to forget the fans and focus on our Omega Heavyweight Championship for you, I'll do that!

Look I maybe a failure, I look like a Nobody like Hana said, or just a "Wasted" Potential like you mentioned. But I'm willing not to waste a goddamn opportunity like the Omega Heavyweight Championship!

Alyssa Grace: "Voiceover" Happily ever afters are reserved for those who prove they were born to succeed, not those who trip and stumble their way to the top, the real folk of this business who reach for the jugular each time and leave no regard for their opponent in their wake are the ones who get such an ending. Look at every great to ever hold a world championship; they didn’t do anything less but drive the harshest of truths into the skulls of their opponents. Can you do that? Can you do that against me of all people? Can you face and accept what holds you back? Or do you have some endless list of excuses to justify your flaws and everything that has caused you to find no glory and no satisfaction? Your few victories are against fellow sub-par contenders who don't care enough to try and each time you open your mouth you make yourself a laughable excuse of a contender; I am doing my best to give you an ounce of credit and the benefit of the doubt but no, the absolute shit that falls from your mouth makes it so hard to do so. I’m practically begging you to give me something I can actually work with here. It is so incredibly easy to get caught up in everything and Devi, for the life of me, I do not understand how and why you’re unable to let yourself just breathe for a moment and actually look at and assess the situation I’ve been kind enough to put you in.

After hearing that she made a good point. My Championship ambitions was only a dream, a illusion, a nothing but smoke and mirrors. I understand what you coming from Alyssa Grace, you don't want to lose that Championship at Clash against me. No really, you accomplished everything under the sun here at OWA. While I had a lot to learn and to prove and focus on winning matches and I never make any excuses, not one excuse happen to me. Because I willing to ignored my fan and my fanbase just for your sake for this title match at Clash of The Titans! And I willing to Stay focus and not let that slip through my fucking fingers. And you're right my match wins over the sub-par contenders, my mouth writes checks my ass can't cash, make me look like a laughable contender that I can't take you or anyone seriously, right? After everything that we been through for the past few weeks, I would look myself in the fucking mirror and see the reflection of my failure self and see you Alyssa holding the Omega Heavyweight Championship and I hear you said...

Alyssa Grace: "Voiceover" My reign doesn’t end here, it doesn’t end before it can even begin and it certainly doesn’t end against someone who is more of a stain on this business than the pride and joy. Currently, you’re a lowly, insignificant gnat that has had help crawling her way up to the gates of heaven and honestly I won't take much pleasure in flicking you back down and ensuring you crash on the windscreen of reality. But at the end of the day, I gave you this opportunity and I will take it away from you. Unless something magically shifts and the pieces suddenly come together in your mind overnight, you will remain a mindless, no talent personality passing herself off as a professional wrestler; a cringeworthy train wreck each time you open your mouth or steps into that ring even after I’ve done my best to open your eyes and help elevate you. If you don’t take this warning seriously and get your shit together Devi, the day that you succeed in OWA won't be because you were the absolute best, it won’t be because you earned that moment nor deserved it. It won’t be long overdue, it won’t be perfect timing. The day you succeed will be when we need another charity case to milk, to make everyone feel good.

(Devi right cross Jab and shattered the mirror and her hand is bleeding)

...

(Blood drip to her hand)

The moment that Alyssa said that, the reality really REALLY setting in. Maybe she's right, maybe that I'm not ready to become a champion like Alyssa Grace and good friend NAMI is. I just wasted this opportunity and making an ass out of myself. If I take that warning that Alyssa said I won't be at OWA in the first place. I'll ignore the fanbase, I'll not pandering the people, you want me to be focused Alyssa I'll do that! You want me to heed your warning and take this seriously I'll do that too. So it's our Final Hours before the big dance, so bring the Six Shooter. But if you come at me with the six shooter Alyssa...You! Best! Not! Fucking! Miss!

(Devi walk outs and fades black)

Michael Bishop, Jeff X, Matsuda and "Killer Bee" have spoken. It’s such good shit!

“Destiny.

It’s how I’ve decided to hang my hat on it, eh? Makes sense, eh? This is my place, my time, my moment. My predestined hour to take this shit in my hands and clutch it, to take something for my own for once in my fucking life, and find that it’s mine and mine alone. No Scott Oasis to hand this to me, no Graham Baker to try and aspire to, just the hard work and efforts of one Elizabeth Karlson.

It’s mine. All fucking mine.

I know that this is gonna be a hell of a war to get to the finish, that I’m gonna have to fight like hell and make it to the end of this bout, with all the fear in my heart that maybe I’ll choke, maybe I’ll stumble, maybe I won’t make it there. This final moment rests solely on my shoulders, the weight of which would drag me down if I hadn’t learned to run with it a few fucking years ago. This shit would’ve crushed the old Liz, the one who had to rely on sponsorship money and the scaffolding of her allies to keep her going. This shit would’ve stopped the girl who won the Openweight Championship and returned it to Odyssey from getting nearly that far.

But this girl’s different.

I’ve stared the injustices of this fucking company in the face. I’ve looked into the mouths of dragons, much more powerful or wealthy than I could ever hope to be on this wrestling salary alone, and I’ve told them to fuck off. I’ve had a few hands guiding me along, of course, but when I stepped out to face Cloud Matsuda last month, I did so on my own fucking accord. I went as far as to scare those Big Oasis Bozos off before they could ruin that bout for the both of us. Sure, I spit in the eye of Scott Oasis in the process, I made myself a powerful enemy that will no doubt seek to bite me in the ass later, no doubt put a bounty on my head for whichever woman ruins my Clash pursuits, but I still kept my fucking chin up and took it right on the fucking nose. I begged him to buck, and when he tried, he got scared running. Didn’t even swing through to fuck me over a show later.

I won.

Small idealistic victories aren’t enough, though. I need to get something concrete between my fists to keep this momentum going, I feel that comet tail slowly dribbling down to nothing, and I know that some of those detractors have gotten louder. I know that some of the doubters have started on their cycle again, seeing me losing to Cloud and getting choked the fuck out and deciding that I wasn’t worth their goddamn time.

I say fuck ‘em.

If you want on this train, you better hop on now, because once we leave the station-once I win the Clash of the Titans-there’s no room for others to come aboard. I’ve got to stand in the face of a mean few motherfuckers-gotta hunt some ghosts like the Banshee, gotta run from some legends like April Song-but I’m ready to do all of that. I’m ready to stand with my fucking head held high and weather whichever storms come my fucking way. I haven’t sat back and rested, conditioned, prepared to fight the fight of a fucking lifetime just to back down when push comes to shove. I know there’s one of two fancy fucking prizes dead ahead, and I intend to compete for one or the other at Final Destination. I damn well seek to walk out of FDIV as a world champion for the first time in my fucking career.

I will do that shit, or I promise I will fucking die trying.

Revy and I have two things in common going into this match-we’re both doing it for a woman who stuck her neck out for us, and we’ve both got the other in the rear view. Granted, I’ve never seen Revy as anything other than a potential disaster, a problem to be addressed when it emerges sometime down the lane, but that doesn’t deny her propensity to be a fucking issue as seen when she’s made herself known at various points to various members of the Odyssey roster. She also has a penchant for hurling those goddamned grenades around like a cracked out demolitionist, and even if she swears them off, I’m sure a few will make their way into the ring at Clash. All’s fair in wartime, after all. Revy’s got a drive and a momentum going forward that it’ll be damn well hard to match-she wants vengeance, for herself, for the Demo Corps, and for what Jonetta did to her, the betrayal she received when the huntress made her way to the championship level while she was left behind. Those things make her driven, and that, combined with unpredictability, make her dangerous. However, I’ve still got the element of surprise, and that flashbang won’t do shit if she doesn’t see me coming before I pop up, rip her goddamn head off like the pin of one of those little tools, and toss her to the outside. Momentum only gets you so far til you dead stop.

Nami-I’m sure you feel like you have a lot to prove walking into this bout, don’t you? You’re standing here as one of the two champions in this match, but yet you feel disregarded. You feel as though others have climbed on up past you. I understand the feeling, to be underestimated and considered as a shoe-in to end up as a wasted elimination, nowhere near the top contenders of this bout. That championship is more than just a fucking accolade in this match, I’m sure you’ve learned-it’s a target. Anyone who sees you with that belt around your waist thinks that they can toss your ass and get a free ticket to title contention, a shot at something shiny to sate any urges they may have, unable to reach the uppermost crust that comes when one wins the Clash. Prestige in this sport, this industry is earned, and even if that ain’t the top prize, it’s something quite a bit like it. I know you feel underrated, but truly? You’ve just found yourself resting in the crosshairs of every person in this match who doesn’t have something to go home to when they lose-myself included. I’ll toss your ass clean out if we end up gunning, but I sure as fuck don’t expect it to be easy, not in the fucking slightest. I’m expecting a fight, so you better bring that shit to me if you don’t want to stay underrated. Lemme see those academy fists, girl.

Banshee was kind enough to take us on a trip down memory lane for the vast majority of words she’s spent trying to prove why we all should stay home, but I don’t know why she bothers talking-bitch has a mouth for it, but that same mouth’s full of daggerlike little teeth that’d carve a lesser fucking person to pieces for daring to stare at her the wrong fucking way. Banshee, you wanna come out swinging for this golden opportunity because you think it’s a proving ground, but you’ve already proven that focus ain’t your strong suit when you’re already hot and heavy. You know Jonetta’s gonna be in this match, you know you’re gonna be magnetized to her, and with her not having that title at her side anymore, what’re you gonna get out of this? A chance at Matsuda? We know your focus is on killing that bitch, and don’t take this as me making you out to be a liar-I just don’t believe you’re as aware of your impulses as you’d so like to claim. I think you truly think that this’ll be easy to put to bed while you focus your thoughts directly ahead on the opportunity at Final Destination. I know that you believe that winning this title will be enough for you to get over all of the hardship you’ve been through in the past year, maybe you’re praying it’ll even bring ol’ Morrigan back.

But having been someone who’s felt that hurt before, that vengeance-it ain’t easy to get away from. It’s hard to fully escape the grasp of that, even if there’s a greater fucking prize on the line. I know how bad you want this, Banshee, I know how many corpses you’re willing to make to get this, how the fucking graveyards will likely be overflowing after your rampage comes to a brutal conclusion-but Clash ain’t a bout of brutalization. One kick to your fucking addled skull, and it’s lights out. And while you rip and tear the others to shreds and ribbons, I’ll be waiting. Watching. I’ll take that opportunity as it comes, and send you over the top and straight out into fucking oblivion. I’ll free you up to pursue your desires, your vengeance, at Final Destination, no questions asked.

Rebecca Filth, you shit-cunt, you always have to rub this shit in, don’t you? I knew you were filthy, but I figured after keeping you out of my sights for a while, you’d fuck off with this little reputation you’ve built for yourself. Congratulations, you’ve staked out a home on the mountain that I built. You found opportunity for yourself in a title that I brought here, likely made that shit filthier than it ever was while I had my hands on it. You’ve defended against a fair few legends, and I’ll give you the fact that you’ve raised the metaphorical value of the strap even while tanking it’s physical worthiness. However, I’m not gonna sit here and let you disparage me when you’re holding something you never would have had if I didn’t bother to FUCKING BRING IT IN THE FIRST PLACE. I NEVER came back after you, but trust me, cunt, we can change that with relative ease. You want to bring up my losses? You want to bring up my missed opportunities?

I’d love to see you step into the same situations I was thrust into and SURVIVE, because you WOULDN’T.

You’ve got overinflated value because some company over in shit-sucking England made you out to be worth more than you EVER COULD BE alone. You think that you’re top of the fucking leaderboard, but in reality, you’re a dime a dozen whore. Could find a thousand competitors like you on the streets of London, and a hundred thousand more through every cheap cam-room online, too. I was content to let you get fucked and fuck off due to my own headspace being poor, but if you’re going to come knocking, I’m glad to slam this shit in your fucking face. You keep poking the fucking bear, eventually it’ll wake up and PULL YOU APART.

Stupid cunt.

Yuna’s still got that new car smell on her, even if she wants to act like she’s got the edge. Fresh out of the academy girls always do, until they get a bit of blood on them. Calling Ruri Kuzunoha a princess is a pretty bold move, I’ve seen that bitch slice people to pieces for simply being in the wrong place at the wrong fucking time, but I digress. If this girl wants a bit of her polish to bust off, I’m glad to smash my fists into her fucking face to rip it clean free. I’m glad to burnish her like beating rust off a car, although this is a bit like putting it onto it, innit? I know she’s bright and clean now, but after this bout? She’s gonna be hurting like a motherfucker, maybe even praying her little academy life’ll come back and give her a fucking hand.

Jonetta Stone.

How the mighty fall.

You backdoored your way into the Women’s World Championship match at Final Destination like it was some sort of goddamned simple accolade, and now you’re suffering the fucking consequences of your actions. You’ve slid down the totem pole faster than the stock lines’ve been dropping nowadays, and much like those, the world feels like it’s falling around you, right? No more friends, the boss you helped put in place probably doesn’t give much of a shit about you, cause we’re all tools to that fucking cunt, and now you’ve found yourself alone, bottom of the bottle, staring into the barrel of a weapon. Cross check season came and went, and now you’re out in the cold.

Boo fucking hoo.

You think I feel bad for you? You think i’m the fucking loser here? I’ve got everything to look forward to. Pissing away a losing streak by putting some overconfident cunt in the dirt’s reheated my flame until it’s goddamned near white hot, and if I have to tear through someone who’s in a rebuilding stage, waiting for that rebound, in the process to finding my way to victory, I’ll gladly fucking do it. You’ve lost your shine, lost your shit, and you’re gonna lose your life stepping into the ring, because you know that shit with Banshee backfired, and the moment she gets her hands on you again it’ll be like every other goddamned time she’s done it thus far-you’ll be dead in the water before you even have a chance to say sorry.

It’s not like you would, though.

You see, the convenience of someone like me is that I’ve had the grace of falling a damn few times in my life. Every time I’ve reached the precipice of the professional wrestling industry, someone’s been prepped to push me down from my pinnacle, and I’ve had to start that climb all over again. It’s happened here, time and time again. It’s happened in other companies, too, with doors closing and booting me out, or the world itself closing around me as I finally get my hands on the goddamned gold. This is the most stable base I’ve ever felt myself standing on, and I’m not about to let that slip away so that some cunt who’s had chance after chance to redeem a singular fucking L can go for gold once again. You don’t have a chance against me, because that self-sorrow weighs you down, and that shit’ll carry you just far enough to dump you outside the ring and back into your sorrows at the ringside beer cart.

Like these other stupid fucks, you put a target on your head by putting my name in your mouth, now lemme put one through your fucking skull and complete the job.

Stupid bitch.

Rin Asakura-you’ve got all the legacy in the world to live up to, right? I don’t entirely understand, nor do I have to, how you got here. I don’t really want or need to know, either-when I get into the time shit, my head starts to hurt. I know you want to impress daddy while the two of you exist at relatively the same age in relatively the same time. I know you’ve been primed for a shot at the top, and you probably want to hold that title right next to your father, but while dreams are nice to have, they don’t always reflect reality. There’s plenty of motherfuckers in this company willing to dump your ass out of this ring to get back at your pops, and while I’m not one of ‘em, I wouldn’t mind knocking the self made man down a peg considering what he’s done by me. I know you think that this is all a game, that this is all fair play for you-but it ain’t. You don’t deserve your spot in this timeline, and you sure as fuck don’t deserve your spot in this match, either.

You don’t have a hope in this world, nor do you have a horse in this race. You’re gonna try and prove you do, because you’re playing spoiler for your father, but it won’t get you far. I’ll sooner throw myself out than have you get a singular fucking shot at winning this whole thing. You want to play timelines against us, fine. You’ve already seen how this goes, fine. But when you lose here…just know that you can pack your shit and head home. We don’t need your type around here.

The others in this contest-so full of promise, laying in wait, they’re ready for the fight of a lifetime. Likely biding until the eleventh hour to let their payloads loose. I applaud them for willing to be strategic with it, for the patience and extreme restraint they’re showing by not coming out swinging, by not burning through their oil early and dealing with the consequences of their actions. Such hefty restraint will do them well in the end.

I’m unwilling to take pause and wait, however. If I spend moments laying in wait, those are minutes away from training, minutes away from preparing to end this fucking sour streak i’ve been stuck on.

Minutes away from conditioning.

I know Ruri and Remi are waiting in the wings to strike. I know that the new blood like Yasmine, Serena, they’re inches away from greatness and they’re going to try their fucking hardest to get it in this bout. April Song’s not said a word, but she’s a constant threat, much like Dulce and Thrash, who I’ve had my run-ins with, who’ve nearly taken me to my limit, one of whom pushed me out of this goddamn match the last time around. Hell, I’ve even got a marker placed on me by those stupid fucking Dorado Enterprises cunts, even though Nakita probably won’t be smart enough to make it to the goddamned ring and I’ll reintroduce Skylar to the ceiling lights if she even so much as tries to lay a hand on me in this bout. I try to analyze all of these, call them out as I see them, so that even if it doesn’t work, I’m in their fucking head.

I have them Dead to Rights.

I’m gonna run through this match like the Brick Shithouse I am, no regard for my fucking safety, no regard for my well being, because if I don’t make it out of this shit as challenger, I may walk out of this company on my own goddamned accord. I don’t think it’s worthwhile to stay here if I’m not earning my keep, right? Llorona’s looking for a reason to toss me out, and I don’t have a fucking meal ticket if I don’t manage to keep myself in this company.

When I said I was giving my all to Odyssey, I meant it.

I wager my fucking survival on my performances in this company every single fucking day. I throw myself dead ahead into whatever mess I can get into so that I can keep proving that I’m the greatest going in this sport, that this is all I fucking have, because if there’s one thing I take away from Baker, it’s that I’ve gotta be the best at all fucking times. I won’t take much else from that sour cunt, though, because he’s not gonna be at the end of his clash, but I damn well will be at the end of mine, I damn well will be the longest survivor, I DAMN WELL will be winning THIS FUCKING MATCH!

I know everyone in the locker room’s gunning for me, because they think that I don’t deserve to be here. I know that every competitor who’s had their eyes fixed dead ahead this whole year thinks that I should fuck off and find another spot, because I clearly can’t win any title on this brand, despite bringing one of ‘em HOME. I know that people pray on my downfall daily when they see me, but despite being screwed over time and time again, despite feeling all that negative energy coalesce up my fucking spine time and time again, I am unwilling to back down. I am always, CONSTANTLY betting on myself, my success, my SURVIVAL.

If your feet aren’t to the fire like mine are, then you don’t have the guts to win this. If you’re even entertaining the possibility of failure as anything other than a crushing, career ending blow to the fucking skull, then you’re not on my level. I’ve been willing to bet the fucking house on this from the moment that I set foot in this goddamned company, that I would make my way through the Clash, that I would BE the sole survivor, that I would win this match and make my way to a world title bout at Final Destination.

And that I would walk out AS CHAMPION.

If you can’t fuck with that, if you can’t see that vision?

…

Then get out of my way, or get cut the fuck down.”

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

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